Chapter 1

The first time I saw her, my life changed. After doing well in high school, I was accepted to an Ivy League university. I would be a lawyer, marry a trophy wife, have two-point-three children, and retire at fifty. “Who is that?” I asked my buddy, Franklyn, he prefers Frank. We were checking out the hotties by the pool at the hotel resort, our parents, were part owners of. Frank and I grew up together right here in the resort. We both have homes away from the site but spend most of our time here. We have worked here in one form or another since we were ten. We were brothers as much as brothers can be, except for the different parents thing.

Frank looked to what had captured my attention and said, “Oh, that is Jennifer Walton, the widow of Thomas Walton, the only heir to a lumber fortune. He died in a skiing accident two years ago. She had been in hiding until yesterday when she checked in here.”

“She’s beautiful,” I whispered to myself.

“Forget it, everybody wants a piece of her. We have been chasing off those asshole photographers since she checked in.” Frank offered. “Guys and gals want a shot at her money and are always approaching her, offering love, but she’s too smart and sees right through them.”

“Good for her. The love of her life has died, and she has come to terms with it and has decided to move on with her life.” I mused.

“You’re so full of shit.” Frank chided.

“Ya, what’s your theory?” I asked, pretending anger.

Frank looked at this five-foot-ten-inch blond Goddess, walking towards us, wearing a white one-piece bathing suit with a thin blue wrap around her waist, and said, “I say, she’s just coming out of rehab for booze and pills, and she is going to relapse and have to go back.”

“That woman did not just get out of rehab, she’s perfect,” I argued. We were sitting at the pool bar, and I watched her find a lounge chair, maybe twenty feet from where we were perched, lay a towel on it, and sat down. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she twisted around, found the clasp to her wrap, and pulled the sheer material away. When she twisted back around and looked for a place to set her garment, she glanced up and caught me staring at her and instead of looking away, I looked into her blue eyes and grinned. I think she blushed a bit, but flashed a grin, before pulling a book from her bag and reclining on the lounge chair.

“Not a chance in hell, Mikey,” Frank said, breaking my concentration. “I know what you’re thinking and it ain’t going to happen. I know I said the same thing about Samanth Willing, but this is a forty-two-year-old prime-choice woman that you won’t ever get near. As a matter of fact, I got fifty bucks you won’t get a kiss.”

“No,” I replied, “The girl always finds out in the movies when they do that, and the dude gets in trouble. Besides, there is something about this woman.”

“Yeah, she’s hot as fuck.” Frank laughed.

“Your mom’s hot as fuck.”

Frank looked at me and said, “Yeah, so?”

I laughed, “You are a horn-dog and I think you would fuck your mother if she gave you the chance.”

“My sister too,” Frank added.

“I’ve had them, not bad,” I boasted.

“Your ass you did, but if you ever do, I want to watch.”

“That’s why I always wear pants around you.” I teased my friend.

Michael Maxwell Turner was the name given to me when I was born. As I’ve said, I grew up in this resort. I know all the secrets of this glorified love shack. Some kids collected baseball cards; I collected surveillance videos of famous people having secret getaways. I graduated from high school last spring and the university I wanted to attend was full for the fall quarter, but I could start after the winter break. This was cool with me.

I lost my virginity at the resort when I was sixteen. I was a stupid kid and never saw it coming. While at the resort, I wore the company Polo shirt and shorts. Walking across the poolside one day an attractive lady, I’d say forty-fivish, stopped me and asked if I worked there. She said she had a small problem in her room and before she called the front desk about something silly, she asked if I would meet her in her room and look at it. I have had this request a few times before and being the all smiles, yes ma’am kinda guy, I said sure. She asked me to meet her in her room in an hour and I agreed.

I grew three inches my sophomore year and stood a hair under six foot. I was in good shape and could have played high school sports, but it would have taken too much time away from the resort. My father let me get away with a lot, but he was insistent on me having a short haircut. He had no problem with the employees, but I had the Top Gun haircut, first impressions, and all that. Looking in the mirror, I combed it straight. Looked into my brown eyes and then checked for zits. I was good to go.

I jumped when one of the bathroom stall doors slammed open and Frank’s voice rang out, “Where you going, shit for brains? You got a hot date?”

“Fuck you, Frank, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Good thing we’re in the head then.” He laughed.

I continued, “It’s two in the afternoon, why would I be going on a date?”

“Figured you would have a couple of MILFs lined up. Bow-chick-a-wow-wow.” He sang.

“I wish.” I trailed off. “What are you up to?”

“I’m on my way up to service a mother/daughter team.”

“It is a good thing we’re in the head,” I said grinning.

“Why’s that?” Frank asked puzzled.

“Cause, you’re full of shit.” And I turned and left the room. Five minutes later I was standing at the door of one of the high-dollar suites. The door lock was positioned so the door would remain ajar. Having stopped by registration and learning the woman’s name, I knocked loudly and asked, “Mrs. Ark?”

“Come on in, I’m back here and go ahead and shut the door. I don’t like intruders” I heard her womanly voice wafting through the suite.

I stepped in, readjusted the door lock, and let the door close. I wandered through the suite and heard her in the bathroom. I found her in one of the resort bath robes and she smiled at me and said, “Thank you for coming, I know this is stupid and embarrassing, but I can’t get the shower to come on.”

She stepped back and let me look at it. I turned the water on and pulled the knob for the shower wand and it came right on. I cycled it on and off a few times and it worked perfectly. I shut off the water and as I stood and turned to say it was working, Mrs. Ark was standing in the doorway, stark naked, the white robe piled at her feet. With a smile, I said, “Mrs. Ark.” Highlighting both words.