CHAPTER 1
The sun reflected out the breeze-rippled waters of Lake Plume near the center of New Zealand's North Island as Chester Wigg looked out of the offices of Chester Wigg Law. He watched the big breasts of a middle-aged tourist, probably American, spill out of her inadequate bikini top.
He sternly quoted aloud to himself, "Council bylaw 31 - 4: 3a. Males and females aged seven and over must have their breasts (females), posteriors and genitals adequately covered at all times whether in a public place or within sight of the public."
Chester thought the nipples were as big as thimbles. Perhaps he should go down and make a citizen's arrest, bring her back to his office for a strip search and allow nature take its course?
His erotic thoughts were quashed by a knock on the half open door to the main office.
"Sir," said his PA, "2:15 Mrs Waters is here."
"Thank you, wheel her in Miss Penny."
"I'm not in a wheelchair yet," Mrs Waters said, brushing by Penny and poking her in the midriff as she snapped, "Wear your skirts longer Jenny Penny. Mr Wigg can see your blue knickers without bending over to peer up your thighs."
"It's Jennifer Penny and the color of my thong today is peach Mrs Waters."
"Don't be insolent," said the octogenarian. "You can see I'm not wearing my glasses and since when hasn't Jenny been short for Jennifer?"
Seething, Jenny/Jennifer shut the door behind her.
Mrs Waters said, "Chester are you having your way with that over-sexed Jenny Penny?"
"No I'm far too committed to servicing my older clients like you Alice."
His wealthy client ignored that innuendo.
"God look at that woman out there with her tits hanging out."
"She will be American in all probability, stoned and thinking she has diplomatic immunity."
"Oh very droll. I want your advice on whether I need to have a nuptial agreement. I'm thinking of marrying the proprietor of my retirement home."
"No I wouldn't bother. Your children have received heaps from your three previous divorces and Walter McPhee has already married three of his female residents and all died within two weeks of marrying him, he inheriting their pension savings."
"He was too robust for them but I am well fitted to handle him. You ought to see the size of my largest dildo."
"No thank you."
Widow Walters sniffed. "Those deaths were circumstantial. All had weak hearts."
"You have a weak heart."
"Ah. Perhaps I should put more thought into this proposal. Um if I killed him on our wedding night and our stupid police managed to prove I did it, what sentence would I receive?"
"Life in jail but in your case with a weak heart that term would be very much shorter than the judge intended."
Ignoring that, Mrs Walters asked, "How are Carol and the boys?"
"Carol died two years ago and we never had children."
"Oh lucky you. My kids were all pains in the butt."
Chester smiled. "Ah so they were not normal births in terms of exit?"
"Ha, there goes your wit, only half there again."
Chester stood and walked to the door. "Am I finished with you?"
"Yes I won't stay because you don't serve tea here. Women who die young are coffee drinkers."
Chester sighed and pinned the note on Mrs Waters' chest indicating she should be charged $99. That solved the practice of many of his clients arriving back at reception unable to remember which lawyer they'd consulted or even why they were in the building.
Jennifer arrived with Chester's afternoon coffee and he said sternly, "Pull up your skirt high."
She hoisted it completely over her hipbones and Chester sighed and said return herself to her original state of dress.
Jennifer was disappointed. "Oh aren't you going to seduce me Mr Wigg?"
"I had no such thought. I like my flesh with a little maturity. If you must know I was checking to find if you'd lied maliciously about the color of your thong. I confirm it is peach in color with a big wet spot."
"Oh," said the 24-year old, blushing. She was exactly half Chester's age and was aware he was reputed to have the thickest penis of all 2788 permanent male residents in the tourist town of Lake Plume. She was hopeful of being sexually harassed by her employer and indeed would regard it as an honor.
Jennifer sat on one of the client chairs and casually stroked a stocking leg as she drank her coffee. She noticed the boss's eyes finally flicker when she touched her wet spot.
"A storm is forecast for the end of this week, coming over the western mountain ranges and down on to the lake like a jet stream, possible to replicate the conditions that sank Walt. B. Peabody's historic launch in a similar storm two years ago."
"Yes I'm aware of that. Do you want me to come in Saturday morning? If the conditions are replicated the storm will peak around 8:00 am."
"I'll try to manage without assistance. It's your engagement party that night."
"No Chess," the gorgeous redhead said softly. "You and I have been working on attempting to gather evidence for two years now to challenge the insurance company's refusal to payout on the raising and restoring the Lady of the Lake, claiming that Mr Peabody had criminally scuttled his launch to falsely claim insurance. Only because of your expert intervention that damn Wellington-based firm of arrogant clowns withdrew its complaint to the police."
"Yes what you say is true and yes I accept your offer to help out on Saturday. Um Jenny have your tits grown bigger since you began here with me four years ago?"
"Yes they have," said Jennifer, lifting the hand rummaging along her thighs and groin to begin erotically stroking a breast. "Would you like to inspect them for confirmation?"
"No thank you Miss Penny. Back to your post."
She pouted and flounced out, probably grumbling to herself why didn't Chess take a carnal interest in her when it was traditional for all bosses worldwide to fuck their PAs irrespective of gender.
Chester was disappointed he'd replied to the kid stiffly but she had the nasty act of making him stiff, quite inappropriate behavior. Her parents were his clients and one day when her mom had successfully enticed him to plunge into her over his solid oak and very wide desk, she'd ceased panting to ask could he give her daughter Jennifer a job.
At the interview the kid looked very personable for a second-year university student and clearly had far better skin, hair and legs than her mom, her mom scoring best with tits. Jennifer interviewed well and said she wanted a job to be able to afford better underwear, er perhaps she said clothes and shoes, and would complete her degree online.
Chester appointed Jennifer assistant receptionist and within three weeks she was running the entire office, confirmed by outraged complaints from department heads. When his 77-year old PA resigned to have nip and tuck surgery before she entered a retirement home so that she'd look good when wandering around in the nude demented, Chester replaced her with Jennifer and office administration calm was restored but alas with a drop in standards and efficiency.
He remembered the closest he'd come to shafting the kid. The day before she went to Auckland to be conferred with her BSc degree in Environmental Science, he'd taken her to the Oyster Bar for a celebratory lunch. The dry French wine with oysters went down so well that when Jennifer leant over in the booth and kissed him unwisely he kissed her back and that's then her parents entered, saw them and her mom said, "Oh hello you two. Celebrating I see."
And that was that. The parents joined them and the angry father only spoke to Chester in grunts all afternoon but actually having the parents there was useful because they carried their near unconscious daughter from the bar at 5:15.
The weather packed in on Friday and the 1500 or so tourists in town mostly packed their bags and headed away early. The 6:00 pm news on TV1 carried storm warnings from the Weather Office including the tourist town of Lake Plume gaining special mention where the storm was expected to peak midmorning.
Angrily listening to that misinformation, Chester called Jennifer and her mom answered and chatted and whispered had Chester thought about taking her away for a naughty weekend.
"No."
"Oh. Um I'll take the phone into Jennifer. She's in the bath."
"Hi Chess. I'm in the bath stroking a breast thinking of you."
Chester heard the bathroom door slam shut.
"Look Jenny, the Weather Office is making its usual cock-up. The storm is expected to peak here midmorning but the direction of the storm path, wind strengths and the barometer readings right now are very, very similar to that storm of two years ago."
"Right, what time should we stake-out."
"I'll be in position at 7:00."
She confirmed she wished to be involved and said, "Right I won't let Stephen have too much sex tonight so I'm bright and breezy in the morning."
"There won't be any shortage of breeze up your skirt tomorrow," Chester said.
They laughed and Jennifer said she'd wear her dad's wet-weather golf clothing.
She arrived at 7:20. Chester had expected her to be late because he knew two things about women: They'd always arrive late and if you have casual sex with them they have this compulsion to tell everyone, even their husbands or dads.
Jesus.
The wind was howling and spray was flying high over the wave deflector protecting the marina.
Jennifer held up her freckled face framed by the hood of her parka and was kissed.
She smiled.
He smiled.
"Shit of a morning," she said. "This is it, isn't it?"
"I believe so, the barometer had plummeted" Chester said, handing her a water resistant compact video camera.
"You stay in this shelter until you see waves going straight over the deflector. Then go forward and shoot in short bursts. Remember to begin shooting ahead of a big wave bursting to catch it crashing over and remember to occasionally wipe the lens."
"Aye aye sir. Now you watch yourself."
"Aye. Another kiss please."
Jennifer gave him an open mouth kiss and when they parted she was looking very thoughtful.
Chester went along the boardwalk inside the deflector and boarded the refitted and re-engined Lady of the Lake at its old berth.
At 8:10 it happened. A terrific wind gust sent a wall of water over the deflector, crashing into all the moored craft in that part of the marina and just like two years ago that mother-of-a-wave ripped a piece of capping off the top of the wave deflector and it crashed on to the windscreen of Lady of the Lake but the replacement glass was toughened glass and withstood the impact.
Chester sat at the bow with his back to the screen and was drenched by six more waves of diminishing intensity that he filmed with the timer stamping the film as it ran.
After that the screen deflected waves as it was designed to do.
He returned to the shelter and caught Jennifer's grin.
"It was unbelievable," she gushed. "So sudden, so savage. I know you had this theory that the peak of the storm on that day was a huge spike but a theory is only a theory. Now we have filmed evidence. Let's go to the office and run what we got through a big monitor."
They stripped off their wet weather gear in the tiled foyer and as Jennifer pulled off her inner waterproof golf jerkin Chester murmured, "Your tits have become larger."
