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and we hired a Chevy for the day, to us a very spacious and high-powered car,
to the locals a very ordinary machine indeed. And around Oahu we drove …
except that when we found a good beach on Kaneohe Bay, we decided that that
was enough exploration and encamped on the beach with our victuals. It was the
perfect spot for whiling away the hot afternoon, and as for Tony and me, we could
only regard ourselves as being in some sort of paradise, naturally having carefully
selected the most attractive of the female staff (nobody ever postulated that life
was fair; we certainly did not do so) and were content.

Of course, we did not have the whole afternoon available (there is very little
actual time off on any passenger ship’s route, and I could only get the afternoon
off by a bit of watch-switching) and returned to the ship for a quick post-mortem
and the usual foie gras, steak, savoury and ice cream repast. The end of an
extremely pleasant day.

But it wasn’t. After a little relaxation in my cabin with Beethoven (of whom
Christey was not a fan), I got a call from Patricia to ask me down to her cabin for
a nightcap (early for her, but not for me, as I was on watch at midnight, at which
time we were to depart for Japan, Vancouver and California). Naturally, I thought
that a good idea.
It took me some time to find her cabin, because non-deck-officers’
accommodation was about ten decks below mine. I opened her door and was
greeted by very low lights and Patricia dressed in a virtually invisible night-
dress … well, not exactly invisible, but almost completely transparent. I was
immediately embraced and thrust into a very comfortable position on her bunk.
She was a slight girl, but I knew from the day on the beach that she had on her not
a spare ounce of flesh on a shapely body. I had an idea what was required, but in
beginning to ‘get ready’ I was told quite clearly that being a Catholic, she would
permit no sex, but was very enthusiastic about cuddling and fondling. As might
be expected, I did not much object to this treatment; I think that I even forgot
about my scotch and ginger ale.

After a pleasurable half hour or so and getting myself a bit over-charged, I
realised that before long I had to be up on the bridge to get ready for the ship’s
departure. In endeavouring to get ready, she made it quite plain that I was not
going to easily get out of her cabin and stood up to prevent my leaving. As I stood,
she took off the flimsy apparel that still remained on her; one could call her a
picture of perfection, but I didn’t. I realised that she was quite out of control, and
that although I was obviously stronger than her, to actually force her away from
the door could make things even worse. I sat down to collect my thoughts … at
which point she fainted right before my eyes!

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