0 comments/ 22238 views/ 6 favorites Beating The Curse Of Lahaina By: jay.palin This is a long, slow moving romance...in six easily digestible parts. I hope you enjoy it at your leisure. Please send feedback and vote at its conclusion. Thanks for your support. Part 1 In early 2003 I went to the medical center for a complete check-up, not having had one since I was in the service. When I first saw Karina, a nurse in the doctor's office, I thought that I'd never seen a more attractive, desirable woman. Though she was dressed in a baggy green "scrubs" uniform, which effectively hid everything but her smooth arms, gorgeous creamy complexion and long, nearly black hair to the middle of her back, I was convinced that I'd gotten my first glimpse of an exotic Pacific Island goddess. Karina is no more than five feet tall in stocking feet, weighing 100 pounds at the most. Her black brows and very long lashes highlight dark brown almond eyes that indicate an Asian heritage. Yet her light pink lips and a flush in her creamy cheeks betray a Caucasian lineage as well. Her narrow, straight nose emphasizes that influence and blends the two ethnic lines in a stunningly feminine way. At first glance, my breath caught in my throat as I watched her hold open the door for an elderly female patient to enter the examination area. She gave a dimpled smile and spoke softly with the woman as they disappeared behind the door and it closed slowly. I folded the magazine I'd been reading, exhaled, and tossed it onto the table at my side. God! I hope she's my doctor's nurse, I muttered to myself. "Christopher Commanday!" I heard, which snapped me out of my reverie. It was she – the gorgeous nurse – calling my name. I jumped up, almost to attention, and banged my knee on the magazine table...very hard. "Oooh," she said, "...are you all right?" "Yeah, just a flesh wound," I joked, lamely, yet she smiled radiantly – showing deep dimples – at my hokey attempt at humor. Her pearly white teeth spoke well of whomever had been her orthodontist. "Mr. Commanday, I'm Karina," she purred in a soft, lilting soprano voice, losing her smooth hand in my paw as she shook it. "Please come this way," she said, and strode ahead of me to a small room with a scale and other equipment. As she walked, I noticed her hips twitch under her scrubs and their lively animation made my pulse race. A fresh scent came off of her that didn't smell like perfume. "Please remove your jacket and shoes. I need to weigh you," she requested. "Two hundred and ten pounds," I said. "Wanta bet?" I threw in, trying – as usual – to be disarming. "Wagering is against the rules," Karina said light-heartedly, as she moved the weights on the bar, the heat of her arm warming my chest. "Hmm, 212. Must be something heavy in your pants!" she said, glancing up at me with glinting, yet non-committal, almond eyes. Her look seemed to bore through me, almost as if I were naked. I gazed down at her, nearly a foot-and-a-half below as I stood on the scale, and restrained an impulse to grab and ravage her, given what I considered to be a suggestive comment. Should I acknowledge it? I wondered. No, dummy, I told myself. She's just showing you that she's adept at the give-and-take. "Now, your height," Karina said, as she raised the telescoping height bar to place it on my head. "Six feet two," I said, wanting to continue the game. "You're right! Even with socks!" she beamed. "Now, sit down here...for your blood pressure, please." While cuffing me, her warm hands caressed my upper arm and she asked, "What sort of work do you do?" "Architect," I said, my heart beating soundly as she leaned forward to place a thermometer under my tongue. As I opened my mouth, she opened hers as well – automatically, as nurses and mothers do for some reason when taking one's temperature – and I beaded with perspiration as I saw her pink, satiny tongue, wet with saliva. "Really!" she said, surprised. "I expected you to say 'construction' or something...what with your...your build." "Nope. Just a picture draw-er," I responded, intentionally trying to sound like a simpleton, thinking it might draw a smile. "A little more than that, I imagine," she said, soberly, eyeing the LED numbers on the console. "Your blood pressure's a little high, Mr. Commanday...especially for your age of 32. It's 160 over 90. And your temperature's 99.2." "Must be the surroundings," I said, trying to capture her eyes with mine. "I'm a little nervous." "What's there to be nervous about? You look pretty healthy to me!" she said, turning away and saying, "Come with me, please." She led me to an examination room, leaving the door open. "Please take off your shirt. Doctor will be in to examine you in a minute," she said, and started to leave. "Uhh...Karina," I said, pulling my polo shirt over my head as she stopped in mid-stride. "What's his name?" Her eyes scanned my bare broad shoulders, pecs, arms and muscular stomach. My vivid imagination told me – no, I wanted it to tell me – that she liked what she saw. "Oh!" she said with a slight giggle, "Dr. Wong." "Thanks," I said, and she was gone. The doc examined me, which included the humiliating, gloved finger up-the-ass bit to feel the prostate, and I was pronounced superficially fit. He re-took my blood pressure and temperature and both were normal. He smiled knowingly and told me that when Karina pre-examined other men, their readings spiked as well. He gave me a lab requisition for a blood work-up and chest X-ray. I admitted to a minor neck injury suffered in the service and he told me to get my neck X-rayed, too, and to bring it back to Karina after it was taken. On the way out I passed her in the hallway and she smiled. "See you next time, Mr. Commanday," she said. Then she looked at my neck, and reached up. I shrank back like a nervous pre-teen when she reached for me. She pulled the collar of my shirt out, since it was folded inside against my clavicle. "There," she said softly, looking into my eyes. "That's better." When her fingers touched the base of my throat, I felt light-headed. Covering my awkwardness, though, I said with bravado, "See you in about an hour, with X-rays. Shall I carry my shirt so you can dress me properly?" What a wit I am. She just smiled that incomparable smile and patted me on the arm to acknowledge my lame remark. In about an hour I was back with the X-rays and my dream girl had gone on a break. I told the receptionist that the nurse was waiting for the films and bullied her into telling me that Karina was in the cafeteria. Minutes later, downstairs, I spied her – alone at a table, reading – and I boldly invaded her privacy. Forget good manners, I told myself. "Here're the X-rays of my neck...and please call me Chris," I said, sitting down. She looked up from her book, a bit startled, then smiled, saying, "Thank you, uuh...Chris. And... no, I can't go out with you, for two reasons. Want to know what they are?" Wow! I thought. She's way ahead of me! I'll bet guys hit on her all the time. "Okay," I gulped. "Why?" I asked, sitting down across the table from her. "Because you're a patient," she said. "And," she hesitated, "...because you're a haole...a white man," she murmured, fingering a small, round black stone on a long silver chain around her neck. It was thin, flat, about an inch in diameter with a hole in the center. Around the center hole and the stone's outer edge was hammered silver. "Wha-a-a-t?" I gasped, dumfounded. "We're not encouraged to date patients," she explained. "And, in my case, the women in my family have had bad luck with men in the military." How did she know about my hitch in the service? I wondered. "But I'm in the Reserves!" I objected. "My active duty is over!" I'd spent four years in the Marine Corps, separating as a non-commissioned officer, after my first two years at the university, then returned to complete my five-year architectural degree, which took six. "Sorry. I don't have time to talk about it now," she said, looking at her watch. "I've got to get these back to the doctor," she said, picking up the X-ray envelope. "Maybe next time you come in." "How 'bout tomorrow?" I asked. "I've got an eye appointment across the street," I said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. One of my job's benefits – though I'm the junior man in the architectural office – is a complete health plan with the HMO, and I was taking full advantage of it...getting everything checked. "I'm here every day at this time...reading," she said, as if to underscore her preference for being alone. "Okay. See you tomorrow...Karina," I mumbled, somewhat deflated. That night I jerked off to her tantalizing image. I could hardly wait to see her again. The following day I kept my eye appointment and waited for her in the cafeteria. She was as punctual as she was sensual. I waved to her after she'd gotten her cappuccino and she slid onto a chair opposite me, gliding butt-first onto the plastic seat in that ultra-feminine way that brings to mind a dainty bird lowering itself onto a nest. "Your eyes okay?" she asked, looking into them. "Slight astigmatism," I replied. "I use glasses for work." "Such a nice, deep blue," she said, absently, her thoughts wandering as she stirred her coffee and looked around. She then said, "Anyway, you probably guessed that I'm Hawaiian...a mongrel...lottsa' different Asian bloods, Portuguese, French, English...you know, Hawaiian!" I'm a typical sort of WASP – a Yankee mongrel myself, with French, German and Scottish blood – the kind that populates much of the North American continent. The archetype of such folk evokes a rather basic image: if it doesn't concern food, sex or money, then it's worth little. So, I tried to embellish my humble background – and seek a smile from her by saying – "French? Maybe we're distant cousins." She responded by tilting her head and half-smiling with mirthful eyes, as if to say, "Yeah, right!" "Okay," I said, at least pleased with the way she was loosening up and talking. "What else?" "My folks moved to the mainland in the '80s," she began. "I went to Cal-Berkeley, and now I'm head day nurse in Internal Medicine." "And your family...," I started to say. "My Mom fell in love with a Marine – a white man – when she lived on Maui," she continued. "He was killed in the Middle East in the late 70s. Then she married Dad, a Hawaiian. My Grandmother's white lover died in Vietnam in the '60s. She also married a Hawaiian, and still lives on Maui. My Great Grandmother's guy – another white man – went down in a plane in the South Pacific during World War II." "And she married a Hawaiian guy," I concluded. "Yep," she said. "Stayed on Maui, too. I don't know if the Curse goes back any further than that," she said, reflectively. "It might, though, since white men have been in the Islands since at least 1778, when Captain Cook was there." "The Curse?" I asked, not sure if I'd heard her correctly. "The Curse of Lahaina," she said, in all seriousness, taking a gulp of coffee and regarding my smirk. She sensed my skepticism and – after a moment – said, "You don't believe me," fingering the black stone pendant that she'd worn around her neck the day before. I've always found the notion of curses to be funny. Show me a person who believes that some mystical power can haunt – or even end – someone's life and I'll show you a superstitious fool. At least that had been the case until listening to Karina, as I tried to fathom her mystical logic. My cynicism must have shown on my face, though. "You're a Christian, huh," she said, making it sound like an accusation. "That's the default setting," I responded. Even the smattering of various Christian faiths of my forebears had failed to trickle down to affect my earthy mindset. It's not that I lack certain emotion-stirring sensibilities; I'm knowledgeable about, and appreciate, good art, music and literature as well as history. But the idea of higher powers influencing life is as foreign to me as are iguanas to Eskimos. "Karina," I exhaled audibly. "I went to Cal too, and not once in my Pacific Island history course did I ever hear about any curses." "Well, everybody in Lahaina knows about it!" she said, defensively, her piercing eyes flashing. "The lovers of all the women in my family, all guys in the military, all white, have died. If you ever travel there, ask some of the old people!" "I will!" I said, "...'cuz I'm going there in a couple of weeks to help some clients design their new house!" "Okay! And don't tell me your service is over!" she said, raising her voice slightly. "Marines are in the Reserves forever! They're the first ones called up if something happens!" she then shrilled, excitedly. Recovering her composure, she looked down at the table and said, quietly, "I read your medical records." I couldn't believe we were having such a heated difference of opinion, so I was glad later in the day that I got a call from Karina at my office. It wasn't because she wanted to apologize. "Mr. Commanday?" she said, "Dr. Wong has read your X-rays and wants you to come in ASAP for a conference," she said, rather matter-of-factly. "Is tomorrow okay?" "Sure, Karina," I said, "and you can call me Chris." "Not on the phone," she said, "...not on business." "Oh, I see," I said. "If I show up after your break is it okay?" "Fine," she said. "He's free then. See you tomorrow." I waited for Karina in the cafeteria the following day, hoping to charm her and set things straight. She didn't show up at her regular time, so I went to my appointment, disappointed. When she called my name in the waiting room, it was as if nothing had happened the previous day and she was beaming her singular smile. "Have to weigh you again, an' stuff," she said. "Karina, I weigh 209, naked and soaking wet," I said, with some exasperation. "Well, I can't ask you to strip right here!" she blurted out, then caught herself. "Sorry; 212 pounds. Now...blood pressure and temperature. Sit down, please." "It'll be high," I said, sitting. "Why?" she asked. "Because you excite me!" I admitted. "Oh," she responded, breathily, and looked around to see if anyone had heard me. Then she wrapped the cuff around my arm, her fingers trembling slightly. As she monitored the LED, I asked under my breath, "You're about five feet tall, Karina. How much do you weigh?" "'Bout a hundred pounds," she said. "Gonna ask my measurements?" she asked, suddenly, almost playfully. I looked up at her quickly. She riveted me with her dark, almond eyes, and slowly articulated, in a low whisper, "32C-20-33." I coughed in quick, lusty surprise and she murmured, "Hmmm, BP and temp are high again." In the exam room, she handed me a paper gown and told me to strip completely. "Doctor wants to examine your spine to see if it's out of whack," she said, apparently waiting for me to begin undressing. I peeled off my shirt, kicked off my loafers, unbuckled my pants, and dropped them. She stood there and watched me neatly lay the trousers on the exam table, maintaining the crease. Then she said, "Take off your briefs, too!" and looked down at my full basket as I looped my thumbs in the waistband. I wondered, with some trepidation, if she was going to watch me disrobe completely. Right at the moment of truth she turned, uttered a nervous giggle, and closed the door behind herself. Part 2 The doc found some inflammation in my neck vertebrae...something that might cause arthritic problems when I'm old and gray, and sent me to the Neurology Department for more tests. I made an appointment for a few days hence, hoping to be able to see Karina...on her break, before my appointment. I was lucky this time. It was almost as if she were waiting for me but, of course, how would she know I'd be going to another department on this day? I caught her looking around, absently, and when she saw me she beamed and fidgeted a bit in her chair, as though she were happy I'd arrived. "Aloha, Chris!" she purred. I looked at her quizzically. "That means 'hello'...," she said. "I know," I said. "...and 'goodbye'," she said. "It also recognizes the spirit of life in another person. Hawaiians can't say it without feeling it in their hearts," she explained. She touched my hand across the table and said, "That's why I cleansed myself of anger this morning before coming to work...so that I could say 'Aloha' to you." "But how did you know I'd be here today?" I asked, ignoring her explanation. "You're my patient, Chris," she said, seriously. "It's my business to know. Now, when are you going to Maui and how long will you be there?" she asked, as if following a checklist of prepared questions. "On the 15th. Should be there a couple of weeks," I replied. "And you'll be staying where?" she asked, as she fingered the black pendant around her neck. "My boss has fixed me up at the Lahaina Inn," I responded. "He's stayed there and says it's great." When I mentioned the name of the hotel she exploded in a fit of coughing, having swallowed some coffee down the wrong pipe, I assumed. I handed her a couple of napkins that she used to wipe her mouth, and moisture from the corners of her beautiful brown eyes. "Sorry!" she said, clearing her throat. "You'll have to tell me if you like Lahaina after you see it." We got up and parted, with me off to my appointment. "Stay in touch, okay?" she said. "Aloha!" I felt encouraged that Karina's mood had improved toward me...and that there was no more mention of her family's curse. That night, once again, I wanked myself silly, dreaming of what her nude body looked like under her scrubs, creating visions of her breasts...the flare of her hips...the softness of her pubic hair... . On the 15th I checked into the Lahaina Inn, a twelve room hotel restored in 1989 with a 1900s ambience. It was quiet, air-conditioned, had a giant bed and no TV to distract me, meaning that I could work at night. The room had a lanai balcony in front...a place with hanging basket chairs for relaxing and watching people stroll the street. The staff treated me like a king, with special drinks and snacks at all hours. I worked hard each day, gathering info, schmoozing the clients – dot com-ers from Silicon Valley south of San Francisco – and doing computer design work at night. On late Thursday night toward the close of the first week, I'd knocked off for the day and was having a drink when there was a knock at the door. Expecting it to be room service with more unordered but free snacks, or the maid there to turn down my sheets and leave a mint, I opened it and...there was Karina, standing outside with a dimpled, beatific smile on her face. "Aloha, Chris," she almost whispered. "Well, are you gonna invite me in?" she asked, as I stood there, unmoving, open-mouthed, in a pair of cargo shorts and tee shirt. "Uhhh...of course! I'm sorry!" I apologized, and stood aside to welcome her. Closing the door, I gasped, "What're you doing here, Karina? How'd you find me?" "I took some time off and came to visit Gramma, and you told me the Lahaina Inn, remember?" she said, sitting on the bed. "I've known Rich, the owner, since I was a little girl. When you said you were coming here, I called and asked him to treat you like a wantok." I couldn't remember telling her I'd be staying at the inn, but it didn't matter. I knew that her job included noting details. Sitting before me was a vision of loveliness that I'll never forget. "Wantok?" I asked, as my eyes pored over her. "Close friend...'one talk'," she said, "...a person to whom you have a special obligation. It's Pidgin!" she laughed, melodically, with such easy gaiety that I was breathless. Beating The Curse Of Lahaina She leaned back, bracing herself on her arms, and crossed her legs demurely under her over-the-knee, wrap-around skirt, red flowered on a dark green background. Her luscious legs were muscled, though dainty, with ankles flaring deliciously into calves that – if they could speak – would purr, "stroke me." Her top was of a shiny dark green material that spanned her chest under the arms, leaving bare her elegant shoulders and lissome arms. The garment hugged her large breasts with what must have been a built-in bra, and passed under her armpits to fasten at her flawless, creamy back. Her soft skin was made for licking, I thought. Around her neck was her trademark black stone pendant. For several moments neither of us said a word, and she looked down at the floor, her long eyelashes kissing the skin on her upper cheeks...almost in a reverie. In her hair above one ear was a large, red hibiscus blossom. The dim orange light in the room – from an amber lamp, a frosted glass-shelled replica of a sea tortoise – cast her enchanting face and entire form in a surreal, bewitching glow. Barely able to speak from excitement, I gasped, "Want a drink? I've got some juice...and rum." She looked up suddenly and said, "Just a little rum, please, Chris." Our hands touched on the glass I handed her and the blood pounded in my ears. She took a generous sip and handed the glass back to me. "Thanks," she said, and I placed it on a low table. "Are you tired? Could we take a little walk?" she asked. "Sure!" I said. "Lemme get dressed!" "Chris, this is Lahaina!" she giggled. "You're already dressed formally in a tee shirt and shorts! But shoes might help." I slipped into my Top Siders and walked downstairs with her. An older white man whom I hadn't before seen at the desk said, "Aloha, 'Rina, when did you get in?" "Aloha, Rich!" she beamed. "Just a couple of hours ago...visiting Gramma!" "Give her my love!" he said, then looked at me. "This the nupela?" Karina looked up at me and blushed fetchingly, placing her soft hand on the inside of my elbow. "Yes, this is Chris Commanday!" "Aloha, Chris! I'm Rich," the man said, shaking my hand, "...owner and proprietor. If there's anything you need, just let me know!" We shook hands, then Karina and I exited, walking toward the sea on Lahainaluna Road. Feeling out of my element, I asked, "Karina, what's a nu...nupela?" "That's Pidgin for...," she hesitated, "for...for new fella," and grabbed my hand tightly and continued looking down at the sidewalk as we strolled hand-in-hand. "You know, the inn was originally a general store, built in 1938. My Great Gramma worked there. That's where she met her guy...the one who crashed during the war." I looked back at the old, obviously refurbished building. "Then Gramma worked there after it became a hotel in the 1960s," she said. "Her boyfriend stayed there and it was love at first sight. He's the one who died in Vietnam." "Wow! What a history!" I marveled. "Yeah," she said. "Then Mom worked in the old hotel – a real fleabag – in the 80s, 'til it almost burned down. The front rooms were saved, though...where you're staying. That's where she met her Marine." She hesitated for a moment and murmured, "He was killed too...like I told you." "And Rich has had it ever since," I concluded. "Yep," she said, then stopped, turned and looked up at me. "Chris, could we go out tomorrow night? After you're finished working? Maybe eat something?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Absolutely, Karina! Especially since...since I'm your new fella!" I almost shouted out of sheer joy. She punched me lightly on the arm, grinned and said, "I wasn't gonna say anything, but Rich must've assumed it when I called him last week to tell him you were coming." "Guess so," I said, playing the innocent. We came to a bench off the street near an entrance to a small park. "Let's sit, okay?" "Okay," she said softly, still holding my hand. "You know, when we had our little disagreement that day in the cafeteria, I got so angry," she said. She raised my hand and put her stone pendant in it and said, "Rub this for luck." I did and it seemed to please her. "And remember when I said 'Aloha' the first time and told you that I'd cleansed myself?" she asked, looking up into my eyes. "Yeah," I replied, puzzled. "Well...we're both mature people, right?" she asked. "I'm 26...an old lady by Maui standards!" "So?" I probed. "To cleanse myself of anger, I...I...I masturbate" she said in a whisper, sounding ashamed. "I did it tonight, too...at Gramma's...before I called Rich to see if you were in. That way I can say Aloha and it really means something." I was surprised that a nurse would seem uneasy with this, but, of course, masturbation is personal. "How so?" I asked, anxious to learn something from my stunning teacher of Hawaiian lore. "When I first saw you I saw the 'god of life' in you," she said. "That's 'aloha'. It's everywhere, and one gives it without thought of any return; because of aloha, one has mana. Mana is sacred, and flows freely between the giver and receiver. It carries its own power," she pronounced, captivating me with her soft eyes and voice. "I've 'cleansed myself' thinking of you, too, Karina," I admitted. "And I want you to receive my mana." God, do I ever! I thought, lasciviously, reading the word as lewdly as only a haole can. Surprisingly, she suddenly leaned up to me and kissed me, brushing her lips along my jaw, across my cheeks, forcing my eyes closed to kiss them, then down my nose to my mouth. I groaned when I tasted her sweet saliva, first on her lips, then in her mouth as I eased my tongue into that ambrosial chamber. We clutched at one another and I brought her small body onto my lap, where we continued our heated tonguing. My hands were all over her as I panted and moaned. My excitement mounted, and she mewled in her throat as my hands caressed her bare skin...then stroked her luscious, clothed hips, bottom and breasts. And, suddenly, she was off of me, standing and turned away, holding her head with fingers deeply woven into her dark hair. Panting, she gasped, "Not tonight, Chris. Please! We have days ahead of us...okay?" "I...I've never been much of a ladies' man," I volunteered, feeling embarrassed as if I'd blundered. Though I'm considered good looking by WASP standards, an innate shyness and fear of appearing foolish has kept me from the center of the social swim. I'm also kind of a "techno-geek," which for years has placed me in contact with women whose more compelling assets lay in the mental, rather than physical, realm. Over-compensating for these self-conscious personality traits, I've become an inveterate, clumsy flirt. On many occasions this has resulted in disaster as I've figuratively thrust my foot in my mouth. Ironically, I've ended up looking foolish as a result. It's only recently that I've been able to temper that tendency and lessen my efforts at trying so damned hard to gain the attention of an attractive woman. "Were you shy...even as a Marine?" she asked, seeing underneath my clumsiness. "Or did you chase 'townies' when you were in the service?" "Naw," I confessed, "usually I ended up 'cleansing myself'." She looked at me as if for the first time...gently...with deep understanding...and smiled, releasing a sigh that sounded like a joyous whimper. We walked back to the inn, hand-in-hand, with me struggling with an erection. She'd brought her grandmother's car, so she left me at the hotel entrance – standing on tiptoe to kiss me lightly – and whispered, "Aloha, nupela," before she drove away. I went upstairs and relieved myself with my hand before falling into the happiest sleep I could remember. The next day was long, made longer because I anticipated seeing Karina. Back at the inn I jumped into the shower and put on a fresh shirt and chinos..."formal wear" for dinner. I gulped a tall rum and pineapple juice to still my racing pulse and walked to the balcony, hoping to see her before she arrived. Before I could get there a light tap sounded at the door and I nearly tripped over myself opening it. There she was, dressed similarly to the night before but in a yellow flowered outfit. She pirouetted in, tossed her black leather drawstring bag on the bed, and climbed my frame, wrapping her arms around my neck to hoist herself up and crush her breasts against me. Her same clean scent filled my nostrils as our lips met in a seething, open-mouthed kiss. She pulled back after about thirty seconds – looking at me through slitted eyes – and, bathing my face with the breath of an angel, whispered the now-familiar, "Aloha, nupela!" "Aloha, sweet...Karina," I gasped, hardly able to contain myself. "How did you know I was here?" I asked. "I've got some pull with the staff," she beamed, showing that dimpled, pearly smile. "When you come home, they call me at Gramma's!" She looked more tan than the evening before. "Nice to have such friends," I said. "Did you get some sun today?" I asked, commenting on her brown-ness. "Yep! All over! In the backyard!" she said, "Wanna see?" Before I could answer she pulled her skirt up to her waist, baring what were the most beautiful, shapely legs I'd ever seen. What nearly stopped my heart, though, was the yellow thong she was wearing, the string of which bisected her ass, deeply in her crack, as she spun around to show me her bottom. Seeing my jaw drop, she said, "Aw, c'mon, Chris, I've seen you in your Jockey shorts before, remember?" "Yeah, but...," I choked, collapsing on the bed in a sitting position. Then she came to me, stepping between my spread knees. "Whassamatta?" she asked in a soft Pidgin voice. "You no likee me?" she pouted, mockingly, and slowly stifled me by pulling my face between her full breasts, paralyzing me with her clean scent. My hot breath through her top must have done the trick, because she moaned softly and said, "Ohh...God, Chris...I haven't cleansed myself today. Do you want to make love to me?" My hands were under her skirt, navigating the supple slopes of her calves, thighs and ass. I was crazily conscious of my rough paws possibly causing some blemish on her silky skin. "Jeezus, yesss, Karina!" I groaned. "Then why don't you?" she asked, searching my eyes and telegraphing a look of the loveliest, gentle desire I've ever seen in a woman. Then she leaned down – very slightly since she's only five feet tall – and kissed me lightly as she began unbuttoning my shirt. As each button opened silently the soft pads of her fingertips caressed my gradually exposed chest and stomach. I felt her shift from one foot to the other as she kicked off her sandals and I groped for the single button closure and zipper on her skirt in the back to quickly undo it. She pulled my shirttail from my pants and her skirt pooled to the floor. She reached around to her back and unzipped her top and it whispered down to her waist...then to the carpet. Karina's breasts – an easy size C – faced me in all their gravity-defying glory, with her pendant hanging between them. They stood out from her ribcage proudly, their stiff, sunburned tips pointing skyward. The orbs themselves were suspended by well-developed muscles that an engineer might specify, if only man could design something so sublime. I immediately captured one in my mouth, sucking wetly at its bud – causing in her a slight moan – as my fingers pulled her thong down, away from her pussy. When it left the nexus of her legs – her vulva – it made a sound as if adhesive tape were being pulled away from her flesh. As she stepped out of it on the floor, I swore that I heard a soft, slick slupp as her wet labia parted and closed again, just visible under her neatly trimmed pubis. My hands went to her tiny waist as I wanted her to lie on the bed, but instead she whispered, "Scoot back and lie down, baby." I did as she told me and she had my shoes and socks off in a flash, while unfastening my pants, which were bulging with my erection. Those and my briefs were soon tugged down to my ankles as I raised my butt to assist her, then they were off my feet. She was breathing rapidly as she moved between my knees again, this time kneeling on the floor and dragging her full, silken breasts up against the inside of my thighs. I heard her whimper and looked down to see her first touch of my rampant cock. It was a soft caress that felt like the wings of a butterfly. Then I felt her fingers surround as much of me as she could, and slide up and down my rigid thickness, brushing my bloated balls with her other feathery hand. I nearly exploded at her gentleness, and found myself moaning with pleasure. I cried aloud as her smooth, wet, unusually long tongue slipped out to lick up the center seam of my scrotum, then further upward along the fat tube underlying the length of my member. When she arrived at my glans she swept her tongue around the corona – all the while looking deeply into my eyes – then, suddenly, engulfed me with her mouth, surprisingly aggressively. She moaned in her throat – as much from lack of air as passion – and took me to her epiglottis, causing another hoarse cry from me as I feared cumming immediately. Then she pulled off of me to pant hoarsely, "Ohh, Chris, I can't wait. I need you inside me," and crept up onto the bed like a small, stalking animal, to straddle my hips. I felt her juice on my groin and looked at our needy sexual organs, poised to meet so soon...so sweetly, and her perfect inner lips, swollen with desire, that were parted to take me in. A quick grasp with her hand poised me at her opening and, without hesitation, our hips met in one fluid motion as I entered her moist heat to my balls. "Aaaanngh!" she cried as I grunted in ecstasy, and she collapsed on my chest to wail, "Ohhh, Chris, I've wanted you so muuuch!" As excited as we were, we moved ever so slowly, feeling every millimeter of one another as she plunged and I thrust toward our pinnacle. Her stone pendant swung back and forth with every movement and I started to remove it, over her head. She held my hands to stop me, and tossed it over one shoulder – still around her neck – out of our way, as she moved further up to my face to kiss me as we made love. We were just able to kiss while we fused, and the contact was good for her, with my cock rubbing her clit continuously. And it didn't take either of us long, as aroused as we were. Our urgency increased, and we broke our kiss to look into the other's eyes...no more than two inches apart. Her wet sheath gripped me like a tight glove as our loins began to tremble and all we could do was whimper and murmur "Yes...yes...yeah...yeah...yeah" to one another with each frantic coupling. And finally we were there, not screaming, not bellowing, but just moaning affirmatively as our passion reached its zenith and my balls released their contents into Karina's spasming vagina. We groaned and twitched as every nerve released its charge...as each nerve was cleansed, to use her words. And then we were still, muttering sweet nothings to each other, and wetly tasting, nipping little bits of the other's body, as we relaxed into sublimity. Her fulsome breasts pushed against my pecs like two little silky pillows as I felt my semen trickle from her onto my belly. "Mmm, Chris...thank you for your mana," she whispered, filling my lungs with her sweet vapors. "Yubilongmi now. Not my nupela no more. Now you my bikpela!" she giggled. "What're you saying to me...you little devil?" I panted, lovingly. "Ohhh, Chris," she panted back. "Okay. I'll translate: 'You belong to me now. You're my big fella'!" she beamed. "Mmmnn, an' I do mean big!" How we got to dinner after that is a mystery to me. After we ate we returned and spent a whole glorious, memorable night becoming familiar with one another's bodies, and fell asleep shortly before dawn. Though I was trying to fight it, I felt those first stirrings of my heartstrings and knew that there was a lot more to this than mere lust. Damn it. Part 3 "I'll go to Gramma's to shower and change," Karina said, after waking from a couple of hours of sleep. "We could shower here," I mumbled, pulling her to me to bury my face between her breasts. "C'mon, you horny haole, we've got all week for that! I wanta show you Maui!" she bubbled. "Let's rent a car!" Two hours later we were on the road to Haleakala National Park in a Jeep I'd rented for a week. I needed a car, anyway, for the next few days of business. It was just after 8 a.m., the top was down, and it was a great day for a drive. We were both in shorts. Karina's was a tight pair of white hip huggers through which I could see the hint of dark bikini panties; mine were the cargo style. Her blue, strapless top was held by a silver chain around her neck, showing her flawless shoulders and the smooth upper slopes of her breasts. Her tiny muscular midriff was encircled by another silver chain. Viewed from the back, the vertical muscles on each side of her spine dueled for lusty attention with the two deep gluteal dimples that peeked over her brief shorts. Those were genetic gifts from some haole forebear, I figured, since they're comparatively rare in an Asian woman. On her feet were clunky hiking boots with little white socks. She'd clipped her long raven hair at the back of the neck to prevent its blowing in the wind. It was the first time I'd seen her without her mysterious stone pendant, and I commented on that fact. "It's around my waist, Chris," she assured me, her eyes glinting devilishly, as she pulled my hand to the front of her shorts and plunged them inside to her pubis. Sure enough, there it was, lying nestled in a cushion of soft, downy hair and held in place by its chain around her waist. "And it's an amulet, meant to ward off bad luck and evil...not just a pendant," she said, correcting me. "Mmm, to fight the Curse," I mumbled, reluctantly showing my skeptical understanding. "You got it, bikpela!" she said, looking off into the distance. Then her voice changed to a dream-like tone. "You're gonna love the views today," she said. "Right here's the best view in the Islands," I said, stroking her silky thigh with my hand. She seemed to shiver and parted her legs slightly, tacitly inviting more touches. I took advantage of her invitation throughout the morning and was amply rewarded with kisses, all the way to Kahului, where we ate lunch. Karina was right, though. The drive to Haleakala through upcountry fields showed spectacular panoramas of both coasts of the island. It was akin – on a much smaller scale – to standing at the top of the Rockies and seeing both New York and San Francisco. At the summit we parked, I donned a backpack that Karina had provided, and we hiked along stark, windswept lava slopes criss-crossed with trails. I was amazed at the lack of people, given the location's tourist-y appeal. Standing next to a rare silversword plant, a huge, cactus-like thing with a tall bloom reaching toward the sky, Karina said, "This is where the god, Maui, lassoed the sun. It's almost a holy place. It's where I want some of your mana, Chris," she said, looking up at me deadly seriously. She hugged me around the waist, her head against my sternum, and spoke over the brisk wind, "Take off the pack, honey...please...there's a blanket in it." I did as requested, spreading the blanket on the lee, shady side of the huge plant, away from the accessing trails. She knelt on it immediately and, before I could sit, she'd unzipped my fly and fished out my half-erect cock. I almost yelled out of joy, but instead issued a boyish-sounding whine, as her heavenly mouth captured me, bathing my entire length with so much saliva that it dripped down her fist, which worked in tandem with her bobbing head. "Oh, Gawwd, Karina...I...you...my...," I gasped, not really knowing what I was trying to say. Beating The Curse Of Lahaina "Mmm-hmmm! Mm-hmmm! M-hmmm!" she uttered, pushing my knob ever deeper into her throat. How could she? I wondered. How could a woman so small open so widely for me? I reached down to run my fingers all over her face, tracing its exquisite topography, then her shoulders, then the tops of her breasts, only to be met with her affirmations...her "mmm-hmmms." Faster yet, her mouth moved on and off me, then she reached behind herself and unfastened her top, releasing her bounteous breasts, which leapt forward and up to the beckoning, enslaving island sun. How many generations of couples have experienced such rapture on this very spot? I wondered. Then I caught myself pondering: How many women in Karina's family have gained carnal knowledge at the summit in Haleakala? But my questioning didn't last long, as I seemed to truly feel Karina's breasts for the first time. My fingers and thumbs kneaded them deeply, feeling their inner flesh – not just the fat which every woman has – but the tight, striated flesh that carries the blood to their tips...their sublime nipples...willing fonts of sustenance to the blind, groping mouths of nursing babies. I was being a geek again, and Karina sensed it. In response, she reached with her free hand to my balls and squeezed them to cease my wandering musings. Surprised, I groaned, began panting, and my knees started to weaken as I felt the tingles in my scrotum warn me of an imminent orgasm. She was watching me now and, though her lovely lips were stretched around my girth, her eyes were smiling, reflecting the knowledge that she was getting what she wanted. She was going to receive my mana. I looked down at her and finally arched my shoulders forward, with my hips thrusting, and grunted, "Uuu-uugh!" and she stopped impaling her throat with my cock. She then just used her lips, rolling her tongue around my glans, until I pumped a half-dozen shots of cum into her moaning mouth, which she swallowed – noisily yet relentlessly – until I was finished. "You feel complete now, honey?" she asked, sincerely, after I'd finished. All I could do was flop on the blanket on my back and giggle out a breathy release. Then her mood changed. "Yu mana bilong yumi, nambawan bikpela!" she grinned, spieling more Pidgin. "I know," I said. "Lemme try: 'Your mana belongs to both you and me now, number one big fella!'" I translated. She didn't say a word, but instead beamed, nodded affirmatively a couple of times, and licked a fleck of my cum from the corner of her talented mouth. She then peeled my tee shirt up from my waist, lay down with her full naked breasts against me, and whispered with a slight moan, "Ohhh, Chris, I'm gonna love you tonight 'til you beg me to stop!" I didn't dispute her, anticipating a few delightful, mercurial mood changes along the way. On the return trip we decided to visit Puohokamao Falls to swim the following day, and the Tedeschi Winery where – if the wine tastes excellent – Islanders say it means you're in love. I figured that I'd try and get through this coming night, then decide later whether I'd truly given my heart to Karina. We grabbed a snack on the way to Lahaina, since our lunch had been huge, and I dropped her at her grandmother's to clean up and change. She'd see me at the inn in a short while, she said, and told me she wanted me to meet Gramma later in the week. Part 4 A phone message from my boss awaited me at the desk when I got to the hotel. It said "Important," so I called the office and was surprised that he was still there, late on a Saturday night. "Since all your mail comes here, Chris, I thought you'd want to know you got a letter from your Marine Reserve Unit today," he said. I listened with trepidation as he read orders for me to report to Camp Pendleton in California for duty in the Middle East 30 days hence. Hanging up, I was stunned by the circumstance. What strange quirk of fate had befallen me? My hyper-conscious grip on reality, including its ironic twists and potentially dreadful consequences, began to slip as I had a sudden out-of-body vision. My innate, American WASP optimism had dissolved in an instant. I looked down on myself, with my head in my hands, and began to appear smaller – then smaller yet – decreasing in size to an infinitesimal dot...until I was no larger than a grain of sand, blown about by some cosmic breeze on an existential beach. How arrogant I had been, I thought, to presume that I'd had the world figured out...that I was the sole master of my destiny. Should I tell Karina? I wondered. No, I decided, somewhat selfishly. She might immediately cut and run, given the histories of women in her family. If the worst were to happen during my tour of duty, at least I'd have the memory of the entire next week with her, I thought...until the end. I looked at myself in the large, adjustable Cheval mirror facing the bed on which I was sitting. I must make the week memorable, I vowed, regardless of the contemptible artifice I might be creating...and regardless of how I might be contributing to the Curse of Lahaina. Her knock on the door startled me. I'd planned to shower and shave, but... . I opened the door a crack, clad only in briefs, and she slipped in and glued herself to me, lifting herself off the floor with arms around my neck, while probing me deeply with her sweet tongue, then licking along my jaw and down my throat to my sternum. "Mmmm...no shower!" she murmured, "Just bikpela and salt!" "Sorry, baby," I said. "Had a long call from the boss...uhh...about the project." "Everything okay?" she asked, setting down her overnight bag next to the bed and scrambling butt-first back to its headboard to lean against it. She wore a dark rose cropped top held in place by two spaghetti straps and a light pink miniskirt that made her smooth, muscular legs look like tasty caramel. Her tight tummy, grown taut by many hours of sit-ups, made my cock pulse, remembering its incomparable inner workings as I'd plumbed her center. She smoothed her skirt tightly around her thighs, affording me just a glance of black panties covering her crotch. "Yeah, everything's fine," I lied, starting to move toward her on the bed. "Uh-uh," she said softly, stopping me. "There's some weed in my bag...a few joints. I never use it, but tonight's special. Could you get one for me, please?" I did so, lit it, and handed it to her with an ashtray. I held the smoke in my lungs for 30 seconds, feeling its immediate affect, and, still standing, watched her from a few feet away. "Mmmm," she gasped, exhaling, then turned on the amber sea tortoise lamp and switched off the overhead light from the bed, giving the room an eerie orange glow. She then whispered, "I'm gonna tease you now, sweet baby. Please don't shower...I love the way you smell...and taste." She took another toke from the joint; it softened her facial expression even more, causing her almond eyes to shine across at me, as I began to show a bulge in my shorts. This was prime "Maui Wowee," super powerful Hawaiian dope. For a moment she just looked at me, silently, her innocent, dimpled smile showing ultra-white teeth, as she pulled off her sandals, one at a time. Tilting her head to one side, she rose to her knees and unfastened her skirt from behind and slid it down to her knees, exposing black bikini panties. In one fluid motion she slid the skirt off her legs, her toes pointed fetchingly, and turned sideways to me, leaning on all fours and slowly swaying her muscular little butt back and forth. I gasped, rose, grabbed the ashtray to re-light the joint, and took two long, deep pulls off it. Karina giggled softly and rose again to her knees, pulling her dark cropped top over her head. I was stoned by this time, and became deeply engrossed in a study of Karina's phenomenal breasts. First my eyes began at their upper reaches, since she wasn't wearing a bra, where their strong suspending muscles begin between her shoulders and the dainty curves of her clavicle. From there the downward slopes broaden to near perfectly round orbs that, on any woman other than she, might be considered too large for her size. I pictured myself as a 19th Century sailor from a whaling ship taking refuge in Lahaina Harbor – having just glimpsed a bare-breasted ancestor of Karina's, perhaps helping to haul in fishing nets – who had tarried to sow his fertile seed in the island's gene pool. The firm, round fonts on her chest had no hint of sag, and their small, sunburned pink nipples seemed to rise to worship the god Maui in his quest to rope the sun crossing the heavens. My palms itched as I anticipated once again feeling the fecund flesh that, it appeared, could feed a generation of ravenous island children. But my poetic thoughts were interrupted as Karina leaned her head backward nearly ninety degrees and reached one hand to the ceiling, bending it forward at the wrist, which pulled her breasts even higher and exposed a pale under-crease that so far hadn't been blessed by the sun. I vowed that I'd taste both such creases before the hour was over. Yet time was moving so slowly...and I was so enjoying her striptease. She then turned toward me, still on her knees, and placed both thumbs in the thin waistband of her black lace panties. With a questioning, rather serious, look she drew down one side to her left mid-thigh, exposing a narrow, newly trimmed vertical rectangle of pubic hair that, with a deft tug of the other hand, was now fully visible as she drew the panties to her knees. As she fell backward on her butt to draw them past her ankles and off, I groaned and stripped myself naked – exposing my rampant erection – just in time to catch her panties, which she'd shot at me like a rubber band, accompanied by a lilting giggle. I immediately pressed them to my nose, breathing deeply through them to absorb the salty-fishy odor of her love nectar. With a slightly more serious look, since she was regarding my pulsing cock as it probed the air from my loins, she leaned back on one hip. With one shoulder against two pillows and one hand flat on her left buttock, she displayed her entire treasure to me, from her rectum to the shiny, swollen folds of her pussy. Her black stone amulet was chained around her waist, and she pulled it down to slowly brush her slit with it. Her labia contracted inward once, causing a visible sympathetic pulse of my cock, which appeared to speed her sensual performance. A slightly different, more lusty, look appeared in her eyes as she sat up and spread her legs, using both hands to splay her rosy labia and reveal the soaking pink cleft of her vagina. Sighing slightly, she leaned back against the pillows and fixed me with a penetrating gaze, now spreading her legs widely with one bent at the knee, and began to masturbate very slowly. "This is how I think of you when we're apart, my Chris," she whispered, as my hand went immediately to stroke my cock. "And this is how I want you to take me tonight," she whispered, turning over, climbing to her knees, and bending her upper body backward at the waist to accentuate her buttocks that she thrust back at me. She then lifted both arms up to grasp the top of the tall antique headboard, with her luscious, muscular ass split to reveal her pink rectum and the sublime architecture of her cunt. Her face was turned sideways to me in beauteous profile – with a slightly open mouth – and her dark hair cascaded down her back to her gluteal dimples. She was beckoning me to fill her. I moved slowly to the bed, its springs complaining as my far greater weight warned them of challenges to come. The orange light from the sea tortoise lamp backlit Karina's bottom, and highlighted the pale, microscopic hair that graced her skin, much like one sees in a Dutch master's painting. As I drew close to her and surrounded her little body with my arms, she whimpered and thrust her butt up to me, her inner labia opening...begging...to be split by my rod. In a flash she reached to her pussy and swiped four fingers up it, then spread the moisture on her rectum as it winked at me to now shine in the dim light. "Any way you want, sweet baby. Do me anywhere," she gasped, once again proffering her moist, perfectly formed slit back and forth. "Oh-ohhhhhh!" I'd entered her slowly, taking several seconds to embed myself to the balls in her pussy. Alternately holding her loosely by the hips and running my hands up her middle to toy with her breasts and nipples, we fucked languorously, feeling the bumps, ridges, peaks and valleys of one another's genital anatomy as if for the first time. I felt my glans slide across and past her G-Spot on each thrust, which was met with continuous moaning, first from her, then from me, as each of our bodies spoke to the other in the wordless language developed by sub-human species. As we accelerated, however, and began fucking as opposed to making love, our brains took over and we found words to express our tender, though more carnal, feelings. Finally, looking around, she stopped moaning and said, "Look at us in the mirror, baby. See how my pussy loves you? See how my lips reach out to kiss you when you pull back? Feel how tight I am on you, baby? Oooh, Chris, honey, I'm gonna cum soon! Will you cum with me, baby? God! I wantcha to cum inside me! Oh, Chris, I'm...Chris!...Chris!...Oh!...Ohh!...Ohhh!...I...Chris!" I was too stoned to cum, but that didn't deter Karina. Her vagina clamped down on me so tightly that I began thrusting no more than an inch at a time – very rapidly – causing her climax to last several minutes before she groaned and collapsed to her stomach. She then moaned through a twitching afterglow as I covered her entire back, from neck to ankles, with licks and kisses. Some fundamental perceptual shift occurred in me that night. This was aside from the half-dozen or more different positions that we assumed in making love with one another; also aside from the sublime talents I learned about each of her skilled orifices. Plus, discounting my gleeful discovery of her voyeurism because of her fascination with watching us couple in the mirror, I came to realize that Karina seemed a breed apart...a creature sent to me from a parallel universe whose seeming purpose was to make me happy. Not just happy in the exhausted "I can't fuck anymore" sense, but delirious in the "I never imagined it could be as...I don't know what...as this" sense. Some new dimension had been added to my being, I thought, like a fresh new seed had been planted within me to, if not fill something lacking, then to heal a sparse dryness, in my soul. This image was with me as I awoke at dawn, shaking my head at the foreign notion of "soul." I sat up, peering at Karina who was standing next to the bed looking down at me. She seemed to have been standing there quite a while. Her dark hair was tousled and cascaded over her shoulders, a sensuous testament to the hours we'd spent in bed. In her hand she held a glass of juice and popped a pill in her mouth, washing it down with a sip. I noticed immediately that she'd removed her amulet from around her waist. "Whassamatter, 'Rina?" I asked. "What's that pill?" "Nothing, honey. Upset tummy," she whispered, and lay down next to me after which she rolled onto me. I smelled toothpaste on her breath, and marveled at the soft, pillowy feel of her breasts on my chest. In the gloom her eyes looked distant. She kissed me deeply, then placed a finger on my lips to shut me up, and placed the chain of her amulet around both of our necks – linking us together – then lay her head on my chest as we slept until dawn. I awoke before she did, wondering how, and when, I'd tell her of my military orders. As I lay on my back with her luscious body spread atop mine, smelling her improbably sweet morning breath, I began examining my egocentrism. My solitary, self-sufficient, optimistic pursuit of happiness totally denies the real fact that the future is a collective undertaking between humans...and other forces, I thought, uncomfortably. And I began to think that Karina would see my call to duty as part of a union of movements beyond anyone's control...certainly beyond mine, which she'd foretold that day in the hospital cafeteria. I've got to learn to bend, I concluded. I've got to leave behind my daring solo act, and admit the possibility that the future might be influenced by dynamics that I cannot shape, comprehend, or even casually – much less causally – link to my own existence. With that, Karina awoke, fluttered her lashes against my chest, and wiggled her pubis against my groin, causing me to become erect in a few moments. She looked up at me and slowly drew her amulet chain from around her neck, leaving it to encircle mine alone. Wordlessly, she turned 180 degrees on all fours, straddling my head with her knees, and enveloped my cock deeply with her mouth. Above me was her flawless pussy, its swollen outer labia parted to reveal pink inner lips which palpitated expectantly. I immediately covered her opening, thrusting my tongue into her to drink of her nectar, causing her to groan "Mmmmmnnn!" loudly. She writhed against me incessantly, grinding her clit against my chin for minutes, which invited her first orgasm of the day. She paused in the sublime cycle of her velvety, accepting mouth for just a few moments as – butt trembling – she quivered through her joy, then languidly clutched her cunt muscles around my still-questing tongue. Then, disappointing me for a second, she pulled off my cock to move down my body and grasp my ankles. She then poised her wet opening over the shiny glans of my dick, teasing it with little fluttering movements, and sank slowly to plant her muscular buns flat against my belly. Her heat and wetness were extraordinary. Her muscles were even better. I groaned incessantly as she gripped me and relaxed...gripped and relaxed...then began a cycle of slow, languorous ascents and descents on my shiny, rampant cock. Each time she pivoted upward on her knees, her soft vulva pulled out from her crotch to clutch at me, seeming to have an animated life apart from her. "Gawwd, Chris...this is sooo goo-ood," she gasped, as she watched us fuse in the Cheval mirror. I looked over and – in the mirror – watched her pussy from the front...the perfectly symmetrical, deeply set wishbone of her inner lips and clit spreading inside her outer labia...sucking at my slick probe. She maintained that slow cycle for a while, then brought her feet back to stand flat on them outside my hips. Bracing herself by placing her hands behind herself on my chest, she then sped her tempo, thrusting down onto me to my balls, as our rhythm increased. She began keening, "Mmm-ohh!...mmm-ohh!...mmm-ohh!...mmm-ohh!" until we thrashed at one another in a frenzy. As is customary with me – thank the gods! – my morning erection lasts a while. Taking advantage, Karina entered her own pleasure zone, raising her head with a transported smile on her face, eyes closed, lips open ecstatically, teeth shining, and began a long, tremulous orgasm. She leaned back further and I took over the labor, now hammering myself up into her with all the force I could muster until she screamed long and loudly, then dissolved vocally into gibberish as her nervous system lapsed into totally involuntary seizures. Her climax must have lasted minutes, or seemed to, since toward the end of her peak I lost track of time, bellowing like a bull as I pumped her full of my seed. Part 5 We arrived at Puohokamao Falls on the road to Hana about midday, after a long drive without saying much. Karina seemed as deep in thought as I. I began to wonder whether our fledgling relationship might be totally sexual, especially after the morning's session. Such thoughts were wrong, probably. One reason was that she'd insisted on me wearing her amulet around my neck today. Without asking her the reason for doing so, I conceded that she'd tell me when she was ready.