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as I stared hypnotized at this girl, surely Scottish royalty, I believed the Gods were either
treating me or teasing me. Being a Scot myself, I felt especially kindred to this wet, long
legged, little pixie dancer. She casually flicked her towel off the door and wrapped it about
her perfect, bare breasts and nesty nether regions, and the show came to an abrupt ending.
Just then her husband emerged and was none the wiser of the incident. It was hers and my
little secret! That incident alone was enough woman to last me the six months I was there!
Well, so it seemed. The fact is that this period of my life now was devoted to the arts and
hard work as well as an in depth view if my inner self. It was not the time to be hankering
after women.
I was at the sailing club in Opua not long after that incident when I happened upon the sail-
or's notice board. A waving scrap of paper flagged my attention. “Need a ride to Hawaii,” it
stated in feminine handwriting. “No sailing experience but willing to learn, cook, and clean
for safe passage to Hawaii. Please call Helena at this number.” I was curious; this could be
very interesting! It would mess up my plans of single-handing, but my main purpose for
getting back to Hawaii was for my son, not necessarily to do a solo trip.
I called Helena at the guest house she was staying at and had a hard time trying to under-
stand her. She was Hungarian, and her English was bad, but she got the gist of our conver-
sation, and I met her the following day at the yacht club. I introduced myself to her; she
smiled shyly and in broken English introduced herself to me, shaking my hand. She was
actually very pretty, a redhead with pale, blue eyes and a mop of shiny, auburn red hair
bouncing down past her shoulders. She had a cute smile with small, even teeth and full, red
lips. She had a rather shy, withdrawn demeanor about her and looked as though she had
been suffering lately. I rowed her back to my boat to show her what she was potentially
getting herself into. She was visibly put out by the smallness of the cabin and found all the
“wires and ropes and pulleys” most confusing. As it was afternoon, I invited her to stay for
dinner, and she gladly accepted. I opened a bottle of wine, and we sat out in the cockpit and
had a good chat.
She was trying to leave Hungary as it was in a political mess. There was little money and
less work. She was carrying a terrible cloud of guilt on her shoulders as well, regarding her
brother. Apparently he had been involved in drugs, either as a dealer or a user, probably a
bit of both. She had informed on him for his own good, as she loved him and did not want
to see him come to grief. He had been arrested and was currently in jail. Perhaps she had
been hiding from him or his fellow dealers.
The bottle of wine was soon followed by another. I noticed with despair her incessant
smoking habit. I told her it was OK if she smoked outside but not down below. She was
fine with that. Helena looked very cute sitting on the cockpit cushion, with her feet drawn
up under her and her pretty, white face relaxed and smiling, with the wind playing with
