Ch. 7 Quintessential Adventure

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The world around them grew darker and drums began beating in the distance. Torches flickered from the beach, accentuating the pulsing rhythm. He heaved himself upwards, coming closer to her. He had intended to stand up, but for some reason could not make his legs obey.

Her eyes widened at him. "The drum beating keeps coming back, I can't get it out of my head."

"The drums are in your head?" he asked confused. He thought the drums were beating in his head. "Oh, the dance. The show - the hula dance has started." The music was starting at the stage.

"The hula dance? Of course. I must be exhausted—I thought I was imagining the drums and torches."

He stood and gave her a hand to help her up and she swayed against him unsteadily. For a second, he thought he was going to kiss her right there in the waves of Waikiki. That would be...delectable. "I'm going to call it a night," he announced. It was on his tongue to invite her for coffee in his room. But that would lead him to want even more of her, and more was a dangerous thing to get.

"Right. I'm pretty tired, too."

When they tiptoed back to their rooms, dripping water and shedding sand in the hallway, he choked back his invitation and wished her a good night's sleep.


***Beth***

The next morning, Beth found herself in the middle of a speed boat being strapped into a harness before her breakfast was properly digested.

"I think maybe this is a bad idea," she said for the third or fourth time. "There are certain kinds of people in this world who do this, but I'm not one of those kinds that does this kind of thing."

"This is part of the adventure. This is living the Hawaii vacation," Russell said, in what she assumed was supposed to be a reassuring voice.

She remembered the poi from the night before.

"Is this a quintessential part of the Hawaii adventure?"

"Yes! Now you understand."

"So this is like poi, isn't it?"

"I don't follow you," he said, shaking his head.

"Last night, you told me I had to try poi because it was the quintessential Hawaiian food and today you are telling me to try parasailing," she said, shaking her head back at him.

"Parasailing is nothing like poi."

"How do I know that parasailing is nothing like poi?"

"You hated the poi," he said.

"Yes, it was horrible."

"Ask anyone here if parasailing is like poi. I guarantee you, they will all say no."

There were three other couples besides them, leaning over the boat sides, smiling and taking pictures of the shore. The man behind her finished strapping her in the harness and set about getting Russell ready. They were going up in the air in tandem, attached to the speeding boat by a line. One single flimsy line.

She nearly brought up her fruit and yogurt just thinking about it.

One of the women, an elderly Asian woman was listening in on the conversation and took this as her cue to meddle.

"You try parasailing. You like. Is nothing like poi. Parasailing fun, you in the air, flying. You eat poi, like this (she demonstrated with her fingers.) No in the air."

"You see?" said Russell pointed at the seventy year old, who had just finished her flight with her husband. "Nothing alike."

Great, now she was being pressured by an old Chinese woman and her sexy coworker. "Russell, I don't see why I have to do this."

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