It was Friday night and I was sitting outside on my lanai enjoying a nice bourbon watching another glorious Florida sunset. Ever since I moved down here eleven years ago I have never once failed to appreciate how fortunate I am to be living in this beautiful paradise. The locals always say, "Everyday is a Saturday". Even though I'm still working, albeit at a very relaxed pace, I couldn't agree with that saying more.
My name is Tony Moore and I'm 48 years old. I moved down here from Chicago after my divorce. It was an ugly divorce as I caught my wife having an affair with her personal trainer. Go figure, I'm working my tail off to provide for my family and she is out getting her rocks off with some young little puppy.
At the time of my divorce my daughter was a senior in high school so she was old enough to withstand the devastating effects of splitting up our family. I was generous with our settlement agreement as I just wanted to start a new life free from all the burdens of a failed marriage. I needed time to heal and I felt moving on quickly would afford me that opportunity.
I know that probably sounds harsh but in reality I just needed to take care of me after all the years of taking care of my family. The sacrifices were never an issue until the betrayal. I still loved my wife, after all we were married for 17 years and shared a wonderful daughter named Kaylee.
I own a very successful financial consulting company which afforded me a great deal of flexibility. Knowing that I had two trusted minority partners helped eased my mind when I moved down to Naples, Florida. It was cathartic to remove myself from the hectic pace of running an office day to day.
I told myself that life was too short to not enjoy the fruits of my labor. Kaylee supported my decision to move and I even noted some sadness from my ex wife when I said farewell.
I bought a beautiful 4 bedroom home in a private golf club community. What I loved most about my new home was the outdoor living space. My lanai faced the northwest which provided unobstructed views of the Florida sunset. The infinity pool was large and had an attached spa that overlooked the 16th hole. The lanai also had an outdoor kitchen.
It did not take much effort for me to adjust to the more relaxed pace as well as all the wonderful amenities available to me. I converted one of my bedrooms into my office and it wasn't long before I found myself working less and living a healthier lifestyle.
I lost weight yet added muscle as my daily routine evolved from mentally stressful days to relaxed calmer ones. I relied more and more on my minority partners, incentivizing them with additional equity shares in my company. Life was good!
While I had many opportunities to develop relationships with smart attractive women I was never able to find someone that I would want to share my heart with. My wife and I were childhood sweethearts. She was the only love I had known.
Call me stupid but I was in no hurry to suffer the hurt that I went through with my divorce. It didn't matter as I was never without companionship, but it was just friendly companionship.
I was getting ready to head inside when my phone rang. It was my daughter Kaylee.
"Hi honey. Is everything okay?"
"Hi dad. I'm fine. I was just calling to ask you for a favor."
I thought oh boy what does she need. Kaylee is twenty seven years old, married and has two wonderful little boys. She is a stay at home mom as her husband's job allows her this wonderful flexibility. Knowing my daughter as I do, I knew that when she wants a favor it's going to be costly to me not financially but rather with some good old pain and suffering.
I took a deep breath and said, "Sure honey. Tell me what you need and I'll get it for you."
"Dad just because I want a favor doesn't mean it's something for me!"
She sounded a little put off so I replied, "I'm sorry baby, just tell me what you want and I'll do it."
"Dad, do you remember my girlfriend Sara from high school?"
I tried to do a quick recall but for the life of me I couldn't remember Sara. I said, "Sweetie I don't remember Sara. What is it that you need?"
"Dad, she was always at our house! Sara Casio. Short black hair."
Suddenly it dawned on me who she was and I inadvertently blurted, "Oh Sara, the chubby little girl with big boobs?"
Kaylee responded, "Dad don't be such a pervert. She's not chubby anymore."
I said, "I'm sorry. That comment was inappropriate on my part. Tell me what you need me to do?"
"Dad, Sara has been having a hard time dealing with some personal issues. She has some new work opportunities in Ft Myers that she is going to explore. She will be coming down next Thursday and needs a temporary place to stay. Can you house her until she gets a job and then an apartment?"
I wasn't liking how this conversation was heading so I asked, "Kaylee how long am I supposed to "house" her? Its early December and the Holidays are fast approaching."
"Dad until she gets her feet on the ground. What's the big deal? You live by yourself in a 4 bedroom home. I'm sure you could use the company. Please dad! It would mean everything to me if you would help her out."
Ah there we go, pulling on my heartstrings, she was always good at that. I relented and said, "Okay baby I'll do it for you. Send me her flight info and I'll pick her up at the airport."
"Oh daddy you're the best! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! No need to pick her up. I gave her your address and cell#. She doesn't want to impose on you anymore than she has to so she will take a cab to your place. Her flight arrives at 5:00 so expect her around 5:30."
I guess she knew I would relent. Now the more immediate concern is what the hell am I going to do with a 27 year old who for all practical purposes is a stranger to me. I swore to myself and headed inside.
As the days passed I found myself trying to think of things to do when Sara arrived but I could never get past the fact that I had nothing in common with her, nor her with me. Damn this was definitely going to be painful.
I made sure I cleaned her room up as much as I could and stocked it with all the amenities that a young women would want, as if I would even know! When Thursday arrived I called her into the front gate security. As 5:00 neared I poured myself a bourbon.
Being that it was December and the weather accommodating I went to the lanai and fired up a cigar. I left my slider doors open so that I could hear the doorbell and waited for chubby, big boob, little Sara to arrive.
I was half way through my drink when I heard the doorbell. She was early which surprised me. I opened the door and was dumbfounded. Sara was no longer chubby in fact she looked amazing. Her boobs were still big but she was no longer chubby and her body had matured into a very attractive young woman.
Her black hair was wavy and shoulder length which highlighted her beautiful blue eyes. She had on a tight top that accentuated her lovely breasts along with a short denim skirt that led my eyes to admire her very shapely legs. She was wearing platform sandals so it was hard for me to tell how tall she was.
I must have looked silly as Sara said, "Mr. Moore are you okay?"
I stuttered, "Ah yes. I'm sorry it's just that you look so different."