Chapter 2

A couple week passed by before I had my next run in with the Yukinawa family. I was attending a charity event for the local police department when I spied Taki across the room. He was looking very out of place, clearly a newcomer in a very established group. I had been a major campaign contributor to the current Sheriff, mostly because he was a childhood friend, so I decided to be neighborly and help Taki out.

“Mr. Yukinawa, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. I didn’t expect you to attend a community fundraiser so soon after arriving.” Thrown off, not recognizing me initially he studied my face. “I live on the property behind your neighborhood, giant white dog.”

His eyes widened and he grasped my hand excitedly, “Ah, Mr. Tucker! Yes, hello! I am very glad to see you.” With a quick glance around the room, he leaned forward lowering his voice, “I am not understanding why I am here. My company sends me, saying it is good to be part of the community. What am I supposed to be doing?”

With a shrug of my shoulders I chuckled, “Not exactly sure after the donation is dropped off. I mostly come here because I grew up with the Sheriff.” I gestures with the hand containing my drink to the tall man wearing a cowboy hat with a badge on it. “I drop off a check twice a year since I really have nothing better to do and eat the food.” The answer didn’t appear to make Taki feel any better so I motioned for him to follow me.

“It’s always hard being in a new area. Here, let me introduce you around.” We spent the rest of the charity together, chatting with my old friends and once I got him started I realized why Taki had his position. He was a natural mover and shaker, charming despite his initial awkwardness. I learned he had moved his family to accept a leadership position at a telecon company that was trying to branch into the American market.

I mostly just caught up with old friends and listened as Taki tried to make connections with the locals. He seemed very caught up in how he was perceived and enjoyed bragging on the salary he was promised. We weren’t exactly a booming metropolis yet, but he didn’t realize that most people in this room were not exactly lower crust.

After giving Chris, the sheriff, a hard time over the food I felt I had done my part for the event and made my way towards the door. Taki must have felt uncomfortable with me leaving so he followed and offered me a ride. I had been drinking a bit, and the room was full of police so I took him up on the offer. He led me to a gleaming black Escalade and soon we were rolling up my driveway.

“Thank you for the ride Taki, very kind of you. Feel free to stop by sometime with the family. My offer on the pool was sincere, it’s a shame for it to go to waste.” I waived from my porch as he circled around and drove off then headed inside. I wondered how long it was going to be until I ran into another Yukinawa family member.

I didn’t have to wait long, because about two days later Kira showed up at my house. I was sitting on my back porch working on a script as a favor for an old work friend. I almost jumped out of my skin as Chunk lunged to his feet and started barking at my back fence. She had apparently skipped the front door and found the side gate in my tall wooden privacy fence. It was a ridiculous request from my ex wife early in the marriage as we hadn’t even had neighbors to need privacy from.I live on well over 150 acres and only a small portion borders the subdivision. I had about 4 acres fenced around my back yard.

I watched my dog tear across the lawn, tail waving wildly at the idea of visitors. I thought they couldn’t be up to no good if he was that excited. “Come on in!” I hollered, not bothering to rise off my chair. “It’s not locked!”

The gate creaked loudly, stiff from disuse and the small girl was almost bowled over by my drooling white rug. After recovering and giving attention to Chunk, she strolled up in a flowy thin white blouse and terrycloth shorts. A small gym bag and a towel were thrown over her left shoulder. I had assumed meeting Kira the first time that she had stuffed her bra a bit as an insecure teenager, but watching her walk up the house, it was obvious that she did not need to. She was extremely gifted, DD’s on that tiny frame if I had to guess.

“Ohi-O ... eto ... Good morning Mr. Tucker!” She stumbled a bit, but recovered quickly and beamed like the sun at me. Her flip flops popped, popped, popped against her heels as she walked to my raised deck to look up at me through the railing. “I came over to ask if I may use your pool today. My...” She paused as she searched for the English word “father said it was very kind of you to offer, but does not want to bother you.”

I laughed and waved my hand towards the pool. “Help yourself Kira, it’s a big pool and it hardly gets used. Do you swim for fun or for health?”

She beamed, “I was on the school swim team when younger. I was very good, but now for health and happiness. Do you or your daughters swim for sports?”

“Not in several years, but my daughters and I had quite a bit of fun and memories in this pool.” I pointed to the small pool house across the lawn. “Feel free to change and shower in there. There are several clean towels too if you ever forget yours. Just leave them on the deck and I’ll throw them in the wash if you do.”

“Thank you for your kindness Mr.Tucker.” She gave a small forward bow and turned towards the pool house.

“Oh Kira, if you are going to use the shower please put something on the door. There are no private stalls and it’s all open in there. Wouldn’t want me walking in by accident.” I winked and she blushed slightly. “And call me Dan, Mr. Tucker is too formal at my own home.”

She boldly met my eyes and smiled, nodding slightly. Despite her forward nature, I notice just a hint of color in her cheeks at the hidden implications. Maybe she wasn’t quite as worldly and mature as she tried to appear. Regardless, she was still a lovely girl.

5 minutes after going into the pool house she came out in a disappointingly modest one piece suit. It did not match up with her tan lines at all and I suspect her mother had insisted on modesty in front of the single man next door. The suit may have covered her, but it did nothing to hide her amazing curves. She truly was beautiful and I watched her intently out the corner of my eye, doing laps.

She was in incredible shape. I was no slouch, but 300-400 meters had me breathing hard and she effortlessly glided through the water. For 20 minutes, smooth strokes pulled her at a glide back and forth, flipping at the ends to surface and repeat. It was mesmerizing to watch, both the precision and the grace with which she moved. She eventually surfaced at the end of the pool and hoisted her body half out of the water to breath. Steam rose off her in the cool morning and water cascaded around her form, darkening the rim of my pool. Her body was apparently used to warmer weather because I could clearly see her nipples pressing firmly against the fabric. With her chest slightly heaving from exertion, it was hard to pull my eyes away.

I as able to ogle her for another minute before she was back in the water and I resigned myself to my coffee and writing, glancing over occasionally. 20 minutes more passed and I found that I had stopped pretending to work and just sat, coffee gone cold in my hand watching. She had a great ass, toned and shapely that I couldn’t pull my eyes away from. Surfacing at the end of the pool again, she looked up and caught me watching her. She blushed realizing that pulling her top half out of the water forced a fairly impressive display of cleavage directly towards me. She dipped back in to her neck and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Yelling slightly across the morning air, “You’re very good. I was just wishing I could still swim that well without being out of breath.” She looked very pleased as she treaded water. I silently prayed I hadn’t scared her off and she believed I just wished I could swim. She resolved herself and heaved up, and out of the pool. Grabbing her nearby towel and wrapping it around her shoulder, Kira picked her way across my lawn, still dripping and trying to bring her breathing back down.

“Thank you, I am very happy that I am able to swim. I was sad when my father told me there was no water near. The local pool is very crowded in the morning and the Ocean is a 3 hour drive. Very sad.” She rested her arms against the railing of my deck and looked over. “Oh, you have a bathtub outside?”