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"I reneged on my agreement to be part of Clay's birthday present," Ali said to me, over the phone.
"Really?" I questioned, a bit surprised at her decision, "Why?"
"Well, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed cheap and tawdry, and I started feeling cheap and tawdry, as well; and while I might be all of that, it just didn't appeal to me, the more I thought about it," Ali explained.
"You're not cheap or tawdry," I said back to her, a little angry that she thought of herself so, "so stop saying that shit."
"You know what I mean, baby," She answered me.
"Still, stop saying that," I admonished her.
"Okay," was all she said.
"So, did Betty go ballistic on you?" I asked her, my peevishness diminishing.
"Well, she was very disappointed, but I offered her an alternative," Ali continued.
"An alternative?" I questioned.
"Yeah; I suggested that she invite Sharon to lunch and broach her with the offer to help her with Clay's present. I told her that Clay will get very turned on and at some point, he'll want to fuck one or both of us, and that I really have no interest in fooling with cock," she explained, "And I told her that Sharon, on the other hand, wouldn't mind fucking both her and Clay."
"Sharon's going to be pissed at you for telling Betty that," I suggested.
"Nah, Sharon's going to thank me for setting her up," Ali retorted.
"Yeah, but you're the one who wanted to try a trannie with us, to have a 'woman with a cock' in bed with us, so what do you mean that, 'you have no interest in cock'," I asked.
"Still do, baby-girl, but...that's different; it's a cross between a guy and a girl, kind of," she said.
"So, what you're saying is that when you fly out here, you're going to be one, horny little gal," I laughingly said.
"Yeah, I will and that's why I'm coming in a day early, so that I can have a little time with you and Sami before she flies home," She honestly admitted.
I told her of my conversation with Anita, and that if we all hit it off, that we'd have a little playtime, off of the golf course, with Anita while Ali was out here. I also told her that Dani and Mel would probably jump at the chance to party with us, when she was out here.
"So many young pussies," she remarked, "so little time," laughing after she said it.
Well, she wasn't entirely wrong, was she?
"Yeah," I agreed, "It certainly can snag you with its easy-flowing vibe, can't it," I agreed.
"Oh yeah," she quickly agreed, "and so much eye-candy, all around," she added.
"For damned sure!" I agreed.
"Feel like hitting the beach for some sun and some swimming?" She asked as I drove us home, to the condo.
"Sounds like a plan," I cheerfully answered, "and after that, any thoughts about dinner?"
"I feel like a good, juicy steak," she said, "I think I'm full of fish and shrimp and would like some red meat."
"I know just the place, and it's not too far from the condo; in fact, we can walk there and back, if you'd like," I answered.
"Sounds like a plan, Lynn Marie," my Sami-girl smilingly answered.
"Yes, yes, he certainly does," I answered, my own level of mojo soaring.
"Hungry yet?" Sami inquired.
"I could eat," I honestly answered.
"Yeah, me too, so how far is this place we're walking to?"
"Not far, maybe a quarter of a mile, and if you're ready, let's roll, or rather, let's stroll," I lamely said.
The plan was to eat and get back to the condo in time to watch the sun sink below the horizon; shouldn't be a problem, time-wise but hey, if we miss it, there'll be a repeat performance tomorrow.
Damn, I love Maui!
We took off towards the Steakhouse, walking in the street, near the curb, there not being any sidewalks in this part of Wailea. We were in no hurry, strolling casually, approaching the 'suspect' house.
That day on the beach, when Sami thought someone was watching us, we, she, had spied two women on the patio looking our way, we 'thought', and last year, the feeling that Nat and I had those nights when we made love on the beach, only a hundred yards down the beach from this year's condo, well, it was a bit troubling from my point of view.
As we walked in front of the house, we noticed the Porsche Cayenne wasn't parked outside, but nothing 'suspicious '; then we heard the sound of bushes rustling, and all of a sudden, the deep, guttural barking of what had to be a big dog. Turning to look behind us, a huge black Lab was barking and running towards us, a huge Lab.
"Booger! Heel!" came a shouted command from a female voice from behind a bush.
'Booger' stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth closing, and his ass immediately sitting down
There was the sound of an electric motor, or something like it, the sound coming closer, moving past the large row of hedging and bushes along the fence line. In a few seconds, a woman in a motorized wheel chair appeared down the driveway, and turned towards us.
"Girls, don't be afraid of 'Booger'; he's big, but the worse thing he'd do to you is lick you to death," the woman said.
Sami went into non-selective 'stone speak', meaning she talked before thinking.
"Lick us to death? Well, I can certainly think of worse ways to go," giggling a bit after she said it.
The lady tossed her head back, and laughed aloud at the inference, saying, "Well, you're certainly right about that," then adding, "You're the young ladies from up the street, aren't you, at the condos?"
"Yes, we are," I said, a bit suspicious, "how do you know that."
She smiled a pleasant smile and told us that she owned that complex, as well as a couple of others a bit further on and her rental agent always keeps her informed as to who is staying where.
"You know a lot of tourists and transients are around the Islands all year round, and well, I just want to know who's staying at my places," she explained, following with an introduction of herself.
"How rude of me; I'm Maddie, and you might see another woman around, some of the time, Sybil, but she's not here at the moment."
I introduced Sami and myself, complimenting her on the condo niceties and all, especially the access directly to the beach.
"Well good, I'm glad to hear it; it's always nice to hear compliments like that."
We chit-chatted a while, our conversation 'generation-free'; she looked to be in her mid-sixties, I thought, but very well maintained, despite whatever her condition was that required her to use a wheelchair.
In response to her query, I told her that we were going to grab a meal at the Steakhouse. She agreed with me that it had the best steaks on the island.
All the while we were talking, Sami had made friends with Booger; Maddie was right, he was a big pussy, instantly rolling onto his back for Sami to rub his belly, which Sami happily obliged.
"Maddie?" Sami said, looking up while her hands petted and rubbed Booger, "would it be okay if we brought Booger a couple of bones from the Steakhouse?"
"If you do, be forewarned that Booger will instantly fall in love with you; in fact, he seems to have taken quite a shine to you already," Maddie said, adding, "Yes, Sami, it'd be perfectly fine for you to bring Mr. Booger a treat, he'd love it, and I thank you for thinking about it."
As we parted company, Maddie called to us, "Girls, I'll leave the yard light on, just ring the doorbell, and save room for an after-dinner cognac with Sybil and I, won't you?"
Assuring her that we would be honored to do that, we waved, and continued our walk.
"Maddie certainly seems nice, don't you think?" Sami casually said as we scanned the menu.
"Yeah, and I bet when she was younger, she was quite the looker."
"I agree; hell, she looks really good now, for her age," Sami offered.
Sami ordered a T-Bone, to make sure she'd have a bone to bring to Booger, and I ordered the filet; the dog was on his own, I was going to eat all of my steak.
We had a lovely dinner, chatting about nothing, and everything. I had already told Sami of Betty's request of Ali and of Ali's turn-down of the offer; I also warned her that Ali was flying out a day early so that she could get some play-time with us, before Sami flew home.
