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“Good evening gentlemen, home without any girls I see.”
“No, nothing, there weren't any available girls there, just a few sluts and strippers. I won't
be going back there in a hurry!” reported Gavin.
“I agree. That place is pretty damned seedy; I noticed that there were quite a few hookers
working the joint; they must have a deal with the owner,” said Harry. “There are some de-
cent girls around though. When my car comes back from the service station, we'll take a
drive into town; there are some really neat music bars and discos in Waikiki. Hey, I gotta be
off; I have to work tomorrow.” We said goodnight to him, and he rowed off into the dark.
I was bursting to tell Gavin of my prank but decided not to at this stage, thinking that the
fewer people who knew about it the better. I felt vindicated; it's not every day that one gets
threatened with a knife.
I awoke to the sun streaming through the fore hatch and the sound of people going about
their business. There were a couple of weekend sailors who were excitedly getting their
boats ready for a sail. I could hear the squealing of a main halyard being hauled up a mast.
I had a sudden pang to be out there sailing around the islands; I was very keen on seeing
them but now wasn't the right time.
The night before flooded back to me, and I lay back thinking about the kiss I shared with
lovely Liz. I got out of my bunk and looked over at Mary's boat. I saw Armchair Steve's
boat tethered obediently next to Mother Mary's. Evidently they both had had a heavy night
and were sleeping it off. His dinghy was very distinctive, and in broad daylight it was pain-
fully obvious to a lot of people where Steve had spent the night. I grinned wickedly; that'll
teach the jerk.
I went through to the galley and noticed Gavin was awake, “Morning, do you want coffee?”
I asked him.
“Jaars,” he said, “That Harry is quite a nice guy; we had a long talk about work and sailing
and girls. He said we should save some money and get out of this dive. There is so much
more to Hawaii than this.”
“I'm sure he's right but we are working and saving a bit, and it's OK for now. We will, in
time, move on. I would like to take off one weekend and sail to Lanai or Molokai. Liz has
been there, and she would love to sail back again.”
I told him about our evening at La Mariana's, and he was quite amazed. “Well, you're very
lucky; she's a lovely girl. God, I wish I could meet someone like that,” he said sadly. I felt
a terrible pang of guilt and hoped that he would meet someone as lovely as Liz.
