Chapter 784

The roar of the Pacific was reduced to a pleasant, hypnotic whoosh. The temperature was perfect, just warm enough, and the occasional breeze cut through any hints of humidity. I relished at Rita’s pure joy at simply being present in Hawaii. It had been a dream of hers to come here, and it was like seeing a kid on Christmas morning seeing her drink in the unspeakably beautiful landscape.

After smoking a second bowl, we filled up plastic cups with quaffable white wine and went on a leisurely walking tour of the resort. The pools were stunning. The beach was even more attractive, with perfectly manicured sand, well-spaced umbrellas and lounge chairs, and that infinitely soothing roar of the powerful ocean.

"This is my version of heaven," Rita said as we strolled on the beach, her hand in mind.

We returned to the suite, where we made love in the shower as we got ready for dinner. I teased Rita that she couldn’t possibly be hungry after swallowing four loads f