Worship Me Part 18 By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com Chapter 59 The four of us arrived back at the condo before Maria and Paul got home. Gwen and John went off to shower as Roger and I had a glace of wine before showering. "We leave in a few days," I told him, "what then." "You'll have to give me your number and address back on the mainland," he said, "unless you're too busy to see me." "No," I said, "I'll make time to see you," and I kissed him, easing my tongue into his mouth, exploring. "Hmm," he said, "you have a marvelous kiss." I could feel my face redden, "really," I said, "I'm glad you like it." "Like it," Roger said, "I love it." When John and Gwen got out of the shower, Roger and I went to the master suite to shower. As I lathered him and he rinsed, I knelt and stroked him softly. Soon he was hard and I kissed his manhood, sliding my tongue along the shaft. I could nearly wrap my tongue around his penis. 'I swear,' I thought, 'my tongue is growing.' We screwed standing up, the water beating down on us. By the time we got out of the shower and dressed, Maria and Paul were back. Maria was excited about their trip to Hana, the waterfalls, the seven sacred pools and having found a boyfriend. Paul seemed to follow her like a puppy. I have to admit, Hana sounded like a nice place and Roger volunteered to take me the next day. Chapter 60 This would be our last full day on the island. We would leave tomorrow, so I was excited to finish off my stay by seeing a bit more of Maui. The four of us had breakfast. Roger was picking me up at 9:30. I was just finishing packing my bag when he arrived. I opened the door and he stood there with a letter in his hand. "This was stuck in the door, it's addressed to you," he said. I looked at the envelope and knew immediately who it was from. Printed on the envelope was my name, 'Jane'. There was no other indication of where it had come from. "Here," I said, handing my bag to Roger, "you can put this in the car; I'll be out in a moment." He left to take my bag to the car. I opened the legal size envelope and read the note: Mistress Jane, You have done well. I am proud of you. Continue with your path and know that you need not walk it alone, that your 'partner' will be by your side. An answer to your question is at hand. Love, Sheila Another cryptic note from Sheila, but there was something familiar about this note. 'What was it', I thought. Then it dawned on me. Roger. He had called me his 'partner' yesterday. 'Am I grasping for straws or reading too much into an old ladies notes,' I wondered. Out in the car, we left Wailea and headed over to highway 37. As we drove, I asked Roger, "Have you ever heard of Sheila?" He glanced over at me and said, "Sheila, Sheila who?" "I don't know her last name," I said, "but she's Australian, I believe." He kept glancing at me for a couple of minutes and then said, "I had an Aunt Sheila who was Australian. She was my mother's sister, but she passed away some time ago. But you couldn't possibly have known her. Why did you ask about Sheila?" I told Roger the whole story about Sheila. I told him how she had mentored me and given me her 'supplements' and how her gym had closed and just disappeared. I mentioned that I had thought she was in her early forties, but she had told me that she was actually seventy-six. As I related the story, it almost seemed too far-fetched to be true, but Roger listened and didn't interrupt. We had been driving for what seemed a long time, and finally came to the town of Hana just as I was finishing my story. "So," I said, "Crazy, huh?" "Crazy", Roger repeated. He continued to drive and I leaned back and looked at the lush vegetation and the blue of the Pacific. We pulled in to a small village with a wood frame general store. A sign across the front of the store proclaimed, 'Kipahulu General Store. "Come with me, Jane," Roger said, and I followed him up the hill along a well worn foot path. "Where are we going," I asked more than once, and each time he said, "just come with me, you'll see." We stopped near a small chapel on a hill overlooking Hana and the Pacific. Palapala Ho'omau Church a plaque said, and it looked old. To the right was the church yard, headstones and crosses marking the graves of those who once lived and played here. Roger took my hand and led me to one headstone under the shade of a tree. I read the inscription; 'Charles A. Lindbergh; born Feb. 4th, 1902, died Aug. 26th, 1974.' "Wow," I said, "who knew that the famous aviator was buried here?" "Not just a famous aviator, but a Medal of Honor recipient and conservationist too," Roger said, "he lived here in Maui for a good number of years after World War II, as did my aunt." Roger walked on to another grave marker, this one smaller and less ornate than Charles Lindbergh's. The inscription read; 'Sheila M. Parker; born May 9th, 1902, died Aug. 10th, 1978.' He stood silently looking down at it. "Is this your aunt," I asked? "Yes," he said, "She came here to Maui about 1948 from Australia, that's why the woman that you described on the drive out here couldn't have been her, but it certainly sounded like her." "What do you mean it 'sounded like her'?" I asked. "You have to realize that as a kid growing up, my aunt was always a little odd to me," Roger said, "she was a big woman, not fat or anything, but solid. She lived alone, but always had a man around during our visits, my mom and I, that is. One of the men was 'Uncle Chuck'." "Charles Lindbergh?" I asked. "Yes, they were neighbors, and he was around quite often, both he and his wife," Roger said, "They never had other children after the kidnapping and murder of their son back in 1930, but they always treated me nice." Roger began walking away, back towards the chapel. I followed and caught up with him. "So you knew the Lindbergh's," I said. "Yes," he said, "I knew them. My mother and I would visit my aunt every so often and we would sit in her yard and enjoy the sun then go down to the beach and play in the surf. That's why I've remain partial to Maui for all these years. Fond memories, I suppose." We drove back to Hana and stopped for lunch. We walked up the path to the Seven Sacred Pools and splashed in all seven of them. "When are you coming back to LA," I asked Roger. "I'll leave here in a couple of days. I just need to wrap some things up here, and then I'll be back on the mainland," he said. "Will you promise to call," I asked, "I don't want to come looking for you." He laughed, "Of course I'll call, we're 'partners' aren't we?" "Very funny, but I still can't explain the letters and working out with Sheila. You need to find a picture of your aunt for me," I said. "I have one in the family album back in LA," Roger said. We arrived back in Wailea and Roger dropped me off. I needed to pack and get things ready for tomorrow, but first, I needed to take a swim and clear my mind. I ran out the doors past John and Gwen, who were stretched out on a blanket near the water's edge, and dove into the clear water. I swam parallel with the shore for 15 or 20 minutes then reversed direction. Emerging from the water, I laid on the blanket next to Gwen. "How was your drive to Hana?" she asked. "Just fine," I said, "but I'm anxious to get back home." "Good," John said, "Because Lt. Bowman called and said there would be a case file on our doorstep when we arrive. He also said that he's going to charge you a 'clean up fee' if you continue to leave 'gruesome' crime scenes." I didn't respond to that. I wanted to be able to 'take out the garbage' any way I see fit. "I must say, I've really enjoyed this time away. I needed it, but like you, Jane, I'm anxious to get back," John said. "Not me," Gwen said, "Hawaii seems like Jamaica to me, very laid back, I could get use to this life." "Maybe if I was in Honolulu," John said, "but no matter, it is an island and within an hour no matter what direction you go, you're going to be treading water." Chapter 61 Roger and Paul came by the next morning to see us off. We were packed and on our way home. On the way to the airport I asked Maria, "So is Paul going to come to LA to visit?" "Yes, mistress, he said he would. He'll save his money and will come," Maria said, and I thought, 'We'll see.' My cell phone rang and I saw it was Roger. "Hey," I said, "we're still on the way to the airport. Do you miss me already?" "Of course," he said, "but I just wanted you to know that the woman down at Makena is going to be OK and the police are treating attacker's death as an unfortunate auto accident. That was just on this morning's news." "That's excellent," I said, "I can leave the state without considering myself a fugitive." "I know you were losing sleep over it," Roger said and laughed, "call you when I get to Los Angeles," and he hung up. I closed my phone and all eyes were on me. I had to go through about Roger and my walk on the beach, finding the man threatening the woman and then attacking her in the parking lot and ultimately how I killed him as he was making his getaway. "So, let me see if I have this straight," John said, "you caught up with the man and tipped his car over and as he was climbing out, you beat him up and crushed his skull with your thighs?" "Yeah, I would have liked to make him suffer more that breaking his ribs and crushing his skull, but the police were on the way," I said. "Whoa," Gwen said, "you broke his ribs?" "Yeah, it's not hard to do, I'll show you some time, but yes, I had him in a bear hug and snapped a few ribs." "Now I can see why Lt. Bowman said what he did about gruesome crime scenes," John said. We arrived at the airport, checked our bags and boarded the plane. The trip was smooth and uneventful, but flying first class I wouldn't have expected anything else. Once at LAX, John headed off to get the car and I helped Gwen and Maria with their bags. All came down the baggage chute except mine. No more bags came down the chute, so I went to fill out a missing bag claim. 'How could a bag disappear between Maui and Los Angeles,' I wondered. We drove home and as Lt. Bowman had promised, a packet was on our doorstep. 'Welcome back to LA, now get to work,' I thought. Chapter 62 It was two days when the phone rang. It was the airline and they were notifying me that they had located my suitcase and it was in transit as we spoke. I thanked the agent, hung up and hadn't gotten 3 steps from the phone when the doorbell rang. A young guy in a blue work pants and a matching shirt with his name, 'Dan' on the pocket stood there with my bag. His eyes got big as he looked at me. I smiled to myself and thought I'd have a little fun. "We, ah, found your bag, miss," Dan said. "Uh-huh," I said, "Come in, let me see if everything is here," and I headed into the great room. I sat the suitcase on the coffee table and opened the lid. I took out 5 bathing suits and 3 pair of panties, holding each up so he could see them as I was pretending to examine them. "These look like mine," I said, "but I better try a bathing suit on just to make sure, what do you think?" "Ahh, I need a signature that I delivered your bag," he said and held up a small clipboard. "Yes, but I need to know it's my case, Dan," I said, pulling my T-shirt over my head. "Oh, my," he said, and I thought he'd pee his pants. Looking him straight in the eye, I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. Now naked, I grabbed my black satin thong and pulled them up to my crotch, bringing the elastic waistband high on my hips. "What do you think, Dan, do these look like they fit," I asked. "Ye, yes, ma'am, ahh, could you sign my thing," Dan said, "I mean clipboard." "Sure, Dan," I said, "Thanks for bringing my suitcase over here," and gave him a big smile.