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For her pièce de résistance she stopped her dance and stood theatrically still, her white
high-heeled shoes accentuating her old though still shapely legs. When she had all our at-
tention, she started swinging her breasts around and around like little fiery windmills. The
men howled. She kept the half-smile on her face, as she slowed her tassels down to a halt.
They were still burning, and it was at this point that she really won her unruly audience
over. She rotated her left tasseled breast in a clockwise rotation, and her right tassel in an
anticlockwise rotation. The men thought this was the greatest and roared their approval.
I had had enough, and I nodded to Gavin to get going. He seemed a bit reluctant and as I
didn't want to spoil his fun, I decided to walk back to the boat. It was just down the road,
and Harry offered to ferry Gavin to the boat as his dinghy was moored at the yard dinghy
dock. I walked through the empty streets back to Keehi Marine. The night was still young,
and the fresh sea breeze felt wonderful after that smoky, ugly atmosphere. I wondered why
stuff like that did not hold my attention. I am as hot-blooded as the next man, but there was
something so false and sleazy about a woman who would cavort and frolic about in front
of a group of drunken strangers.
I walked past La Mariana's and heard the tinkling of the bar piano. I decided to pop in and
listen to some live music. I was secretly hoping that Liz would be there. As I walked in,
I could hear the man at the piano singing a classic Hawaiian song, “Lady from Waiole.” I
sat down at an empty bar stool and looked about. The restaurant was full with a pleasant
throng of noisy patrons. I ordered a pint of cold draft and sipped it slowly. I almost choked
as I saw Liz peeping through the doorway. She immediately saw me and gave a wave and
a shy smile. She sauntered over, and I could tell she was on her own.
“I was just taking Zephyr for a walk and thought I'd pop in. Aren't you supposed to be at
Dirty Dan's?”
“We were, but I couldn't stand another second. It's just not my scene.”
She burst out laughing, “Well, I'm so pleased to hear that! I couldn't imagine you having
much fun at a place like that. Where's your brother?”
“He's still there with that guy, Harry, with the black patch.”
“Oh yes, Harry One Eye, he's good people,” she announced with a smile.
“A beer for you?”
“Sure, I'll have a draft like yours, thanks Jon.”
The next hour flew by and we talked of sailing and of our countries and where I had sailed
to, and all the while I was conscious of her beautiful, blue eyes looking into mine. I knew
I was falling hopelessly in love with her. I had been lonely and had missed the company
