“I’m happy with whatever you can make happen.” She rolls on top of me and expertly maneuvers herself so I’m inside her.
She’s wearing her necklace and nothing else, and she’s stunning.
She sets a slow pace, and I enjoy her breasts.
Moaning her appreciation, she strokes my chest and her channel tightens on my cock. We have a leisurely morning, and I make sure she reaches her pinnacle twice before my own climax.
When we’re both out of breath and lying in each other’s arms, I can’t help myself. “So, you got laid while wearing your lei.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you were funny?” she snarks.
“All the time,” I say with a grin.
“Are they on your payroll?” She looks at me skeptically and grins like a Cheshire cat.
***
A little while later, I put the San Francisco Chronicle down and take a life-altering sip of much-needed caffeine. We’re still lying in bed and enjoying a slow morning. But Corrine has begun fidgeting. I look at her.
“I hate to ask, but when do you think you’ll be heading out tonight?”
“I spoke with the flight crew yesterday, and I think we’re going to leave about eleven. It’s six hours back, and I can go right into the office after we land.”
“That will make a short night for you. Are you sure?”
“Are you trying to get rid of me earlier?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yes, I have another boyfriend I want to see tonight.” She says this so deadpan that I feel the testosterone build, and I have a desire to fight this guy. Then I see her smile wide. “No! I just want to prepare myself. I’ll miss you.”
“Good, because I want to spend the day with you. Anything in particular you’d like to do?” I ask, hoping it includes her naked breasts.
“We can wander up into the park and enjoy a nice, casual walk. We can pack a picnic and enjoy nature?”
I play with her nipple as I lie next to her. “This is pretty natural.”
“We do this very well.” She smiles, and my heart soars. “But I think we should get out and enjoy the day.”
“That’s fine, but I want a breakfast scramble first, and I definitely need some more coffee.”
“I saw the guys hooking up your espresso machine yesterday. We should be able to make that work, although I hope you know how.”
“It’s the same one I have at home. I’ll show you.”
She gets out of bed and begins to walk away. “I’ll race you downstairs.”
She slips into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and she’s out the door before I can get out of bed.
I dress, and as I round the corner to the kitchen a few minutes later, I hear Leilani and Corrine talking.
“There were six chickens with their necks broken this morning,” Leilani tells her.
“Six? Are you sure?”
“One of them was our best egg producer. She had large eggs.” Leilani is audibly upset. She begins to cry. “Why would anyone hurt the chickens?”
I walk in, and Leilani is whimpering on Corrine’s shoulder.
“Leilani, I heard the end of the conversation. Would another animal do that?”
She straightens. “We used to get wild pigs, but we hunted those off the property. If it was another animal, they would have eaten the chickens. This is different. Poor things. They’re just loud when you go near them. They work like dogs, really.”
I pull a cup from the shelf and prepare a double espresso. “I think we need to talk about this with Brian. Let me call him.” I pull my cellphone from my pocket and step out of the kitchen.
Brian answers on the first ring.
“Can you please come to the kitchen? Leilani is upset. It seems someone has broken the necks of several of her chickens.”
“I’m on my way.”
I look out the back window to the pool house and see Brian walking out the door toward us.
“Leilani, can you point us to where you found the chickens this morning?”
She nods and wipes her nose with a napkin. “They’re next to the garage on the west side.”
Brian and I look at each other. That’s the same spot we discussed last night. We leave Leilani in Corrine’s capable hands and walk over to the garage. It’s not hard to miss the dead chickens.
“Do you see any footprints?” I ask.
Brian shakes his head. “No.” He pushes the oleander bushes back, and we see an area that could be where someone hid, but we can’t be sure.
“What do you think?”
He looks out over the neighbors’ property. We can only see the sloping of a driveway and can’t be sure anyone is home. He pushes through the dense plants, and the branches crackle and some pop. “I don’t know if they came through. They’d have to be pretty small.”
“You don’t think it could’ve been the boys playing hide and seek that left that spot in the bushes?”
He shakes his head. “They’re never out of our sight. We’re too nervous with the pool and the cliffs.”
“Makes sense.” The boys wouldn’t hurt the chickens, but it needed to be asked.
Brian studies the area and takes a lot of pictures. “I’m going to send these off to Jim and get his opinion.”
I nod. After Brian’s done, we walk along the side of the house, circling to the front door. When we get inside, he sends the photos to Jim, and we go to the library to call him.
“Jim Adelson.”
“Jim, it’s Jackson and Brian.”
“I’m just going through the pictures. Tell me what I’m looking at.”
Brian walks him through the photos as I listen. He’s efficient and clear in his description.
“What do
