I should start this story two and a half years ago.
On a warm bright June morning, surrounded by friends and family we laid my beautiful wife Kerry, to rest in the cold ground. The breast cancer that ravaged her body had finally taken her life. The two years before had been a series of doctors, hospitals, and hospice. My heart was broken, but I knew her suffering was over, which gave me peace. I knew she was in a better place.
We had married just out of High School, Kerry 17 and me 19, both just teenagers. At the time everyone told us we would never make it, the marriage was doomed to failure, but we knew better. We started with absolutely nothing but my Chevelle Super Sport and a couple of poor paying jobs in Washington State. Over the 33 years of our marriage, we raised two sons, both married with children of there own. We bought a small farm a couple of years after we were married and had built it into a large profitable enterprise that one of our sons helped to operate. Life had treated us well.
The next 6 months were difficult, but being busy at the farm kept my mind off being alone. I wasn't really alone, my sons and daughter in laws kept close track of me. After harvest was over I decided that I needed to get some alone time to sort out my feelings and think about how I wanted to spend the remainder of my life.
I loaded up my Harley and hit the road to the south and warmer weather. I traveled Arizona, California, and New Mexico that winter. I met a lot of nice people, even a few ladies, visited some friends, and generally had a good time, and headed back to the farm in the spring with the satisfaction knowing I would be Ok alone, without a mate.
The next summer and fall was busy as usual at the farm. My friends would invite me for various social events, and they always seamed to include someone's single lady friend they thought I needed to meet. I had dinner with a few, but there was no spark, connection, or chemistry, what ever you might call it.
I am in good shape for being fifty four years old. I have a full head of hair, although it has this funny gray color in places. I'm not a hard body by any means, but at 5 feet 11 and 175 pounds and I still wear the same size I have my whole adult life. My body still does everything brain tells it to, it just may hurt a bit the next day. I have a life to live yet. It's not that I don't have an interest in women, I do; I had always enjoyed the female form. Kerry had elbowed my ribs many times over the years for staring. I didn't need a woman, I wanted a mate, someone that didn't need me, but wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Kerry and I had spent several vacations in Hawaii and it was always a favorite of mine especially Maui. So I planned a couple of months during the winter to be spent in Maui. I reserved a place in Kehei on the south side of the island. It was a small 4 unit condo, 2 story, 2 upper and 2 lower a few blocks up the hill from the beach.
I had an upper unit that also included a roof top Lani with lounge chairs, and a table and chairs. It was very private and had a great view of the water, and sunsets. The lower units were empty but the other upper had a middle aged couple staying when I got there. I didn't see much of them as they were gone most of the time.
I settled in and was enjoying morning walks on the beach, driving around the island in my rented jeep, and watching the sun settle into the ocean in the evenings. I was at peace with the world and all was well.
I had been there a couple of weeks and had said good by to a couple of groups below and next door, and was the only one staying there for a few day's. I had gone fishing on a charter boat and had caught a nice sized Mahi-Mahi. It was late afternoon when I returned to the condo and I could tell someone had moved in next door. I figured it was another couple as that had been the norm so far.
I fixed up my fish and took it up on the roof to BBQ, with a baked potato, and a beer and was looking forward to another quiet evening watching the sunset. I heard a car drive into the parking lot but didn't really think much about it until I heard female voices come up the stairs to the other upper condo. They where talking and laughing as I heard them enter there condo.
My fish was nearly done and was smelling great when I heard them come up the stairs to there rooftop Lani. There was a wall about 5 feet high between our Lani's, so all I could see was the top of there heads as they came out on top. One was brunette; the other was blonde and shorter because I could just barely see the very top of her head. They made small talk while they looked over the various things they could see. "Something sure smells good" echoed through the air as the brunette's head popped up over the wall.
"Sorry I didn't know anyone was over there" she said, adding with a giggle "You're so quiet."
"No problem, you must be my new neighbors. My name is Dale." I said.
"My name is Sharon, and this is Angie" as the blondes head popped up over the wall. "What are you cooking it smells fantastic" Sharon asked.
"Just a fresh Mahi-Mahi I caught this afternoon. I have it topped with some onions, lemon and pepper" I said. "Are you girl's hungry? I've got plenty."
They looked at each other and Angie said "We would love to. What can we bring? We just got back from the store and have everything."
"Well I'm short on salad and fixings" I said.
"Got it covered" Sharon said "How about a bottle of wine to go with it?"
"That'll work. Come on over" I said.
Without a moments hesitation the girls came through the gate between our Lani's. Sharon was in front. She was about 5'6" nice average figure, maybe 125-130 lbs, dressed in shorts and a loose pull over top. Angie was behind her, shorter 5' maybe 5'2", small, thin, couldn't have weighed more than 100 lbs, dressed in shorts and a form fitting top. Both looked to be in there late 30's maybe early 40's. I stepped forward and shook hands with Sharon, and turned to do the same with Angie. That's when I saw her eyes. They were the prettiest bright blue eye's I had ever seen and she had a smile that could melt ice. "I'm glad to meet you both" as I smiled back at Angie. "Welcome to Hawaii."
"Thanks, this is heaven compared to Colorado. It was snowing and blowing when we left." Angie said.
The girls got the salad together and we sat down and had a great meal, good conversation, and great wine. Sharon came up with a second bottle of wine as we watched the sunset. She got louder and funnier as the wine disappeared. We told jokes, ribald and otherwise, and laughed until tears ran down our cheeks. Angie was quieter, but always right in the middle with a funny comment.
I have always been an early riser, not being able to sleep late even when on vacation. Over the time I had been in Hawaii, I got used to getting up with the sun, enjoying a cup of tea on the roof as I watched the people down on the beach come to life for another day. I heard someone moving around next door, when I saw Angie come up the stairs carrying a cup. Her hair was wet, no makeup, dressed in kind of a running outfit.
"Good morning" I said thinking how good she looked.
I startled her, but her smile was quick and she said "Good morning to you."
"Where's your partner in crime from last night?" I asked laughing.
Laughing she answered "We won't see her until at least noon. I think she drank that whole second bottle of wine all by her self last night. I know I didn't drink any of it, and I noticed you didn't either. Besides she's not a morning person. I love the mornings, my head is clear; the air is fresh, just the best part of the day."
We chatted about last night as we finished our drinks. "What are you drinking?" I asked.
