Once Rosie was seated I found the garage opener and fastened it to the visor then I joined her in the passenger seat. There’s plenty to do on Maui and this morning we were heading to Haleakala. There’s a five hour difference so they should still be open now.” Apparently, Rosie agreed; she was on the phone just seconds later. Rosie was so predictable. I thought I had loved Rosie before, but it was nothing in comparison to how I felt now. Rosie was excited when I walked in. I don’t know any guy who does. Every fourth Thursday like clockwork it began. We moved together, every thrust intended to bring us the maximum in pleasure, both along the journey and at our ultimate destination. “Don’t forget what I told you about the hotel here, Rosie.”
“I remember; it’s not five-star, but we have it because we’ll be close to the snorkeling site and the ocean where we should be able to see the whales. “Wedding present,” she told our friends, “among other things, but you’ll have to wait to find out about them.”
We had a wonderful time, as always, and invited them to a “welcome home” party the following Saturday.
