I put the video on four-time speed and watched her clean and take my laundry out of the room. I marked the time on the video so I could come back and have it start at the part where first I saw her. When my new housekeeper came back into the room, she wore some headphones and was listening to music. I chuckled as she danced around the room while she put away my laundry and made my bed.
I shook my head as she rifled through my stuff. She found my stash of cash, and I was a little surprised when she just put it back. I hadn’t thought to secure it because that was something you didn’t worry about too much where I was from. Though even back home, temptation can make people do stupid stuff.
Then events took an unexpected turn. The neighbor’s daughter pulled perfume from her fanny pack and sprayed it on my sheets. Apparently, she wanted me to know she’d been there and what she smelled like. She crawled up onto my bed and lay back. It took me a moment to figure out what she was doing. Well, I have to admit the old bird dog—Mr. Happy—figured it out first. He became rock hard as I watched her push her hand down her shorts.
When she got close, she began to talk.
“Oh, yes, baby. Do me that way. Yes, yes, oh, YES! DAVID!” she screamed as she got off.
I watched in stunned silence as she slowly came back to life. Then she hopped up, looking re-energized, and almost bounced out the door.
I stopped the video and used the software to cue up to the part when she came back to my room with my clean clothes.
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Chapter 6 – FBI / NCAA Tuesday December 6
Manaia and Fritz met me out front.
“I’m going to let Manaia go with you on your run. I want to meet with you and your dad before you leave today,” Fritz said.
“Hey, get my tablet and watch the video I created yesterday.”
I gave him the login password. I’d given it to him at some point but didn’t want him to have to find it.
Today, we ran downhill to start, and Lexi did well at keeping up. She was more athletic than I gave her credit for. I wasn’t out to kill myself, so I kept a pace I saw Lexi could keep up with. It was back up the hill where she died on me. She finally gave up and rode in the golf cart. I admit I felt it and was breathing hard when I made it back to the house.
Once we got back, I ran up, took a shower, and then came down to the kitchen. I found Dad with Manaia and Fritz, and they all looked up at me like they’d been caught doing something.
“I didn’t do it,” I blurted.
“Not yet,” Dad admitted.
“Oh, Fritz showed you the video,” I said as the light bulb came on.
At that moment, both Adrienne and Lexi walked into the kitchen, looking for coffee and something to eat.
“So, is she a stalker or just hot for me?” I asked quietly so only the guys could hear.
The three guys blushed. Both Lexi and Adrienne suddenly had their mom hearing set to ten, and their heads snapped around.
“Who’s a stalker?” Lexi asked.
“That new girl you hired. Personally, I think she’s hot for me. Adrienne, you’ve had both stalkers and true admirers. Maybe you could tell me.”
For some reason, the guys had something to do in the other room while Lexi and Adrienne watched the video.
“She would die if she knew you had that,” Lexi said.
“I’d move your money, but I think she’s harmless. If you want, I’ll invite her over this afternoon and sort this out,” Adrienne suggested.
That brought too many images to mind. I decided I should just go to work.
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I never found out what Fritz wanted. No matter; my dad would deal with it. The beginning of my workday found me in Pepperdine’s Payson Library. Mr. Otsuki had an extensive list of scenes he wanted to shoot in this location. It was a gorgeous backdrop, and it had many settings that would show well on film. Throughout the day, we would switch from one section of the library to another. We started in the Reading Hall on the first floor. They’d recruited several students to play extras as we worked.
The storyboard had scenes from different episodes that showed us studying. Each time, we would do a wardrobe change, and another group of students got their fifteen minutes of fame. I was amused when I discovered what the extras were being paid: they received a ten-dollar gift card for Starbucks. There was one attached to the library, and it was busy. I found out because I followed a few students there to get coffee and something to eat. The gift certificates seemed to work because we never ran out of extras.
I was starting to see why Pam wanted to go to school here. The Malibu campus was beautiful, sitting on the hills overlooking the ocean. Their business school was top notch. Pepperdine University was a private school affiliated with the Church of Christ. I’d mingled with a lot of students and found them friendly. It wasn’t huge, with only about eight thousand students. I couldn’t see Pam going to a big school like USC, where Tracy planned to go next fall.
