Go on, before I call the police."Wikiwiki still stood there, regarding the husband with sorrowful contempt. "Why fo' yo' haole guy come Hawaii fo' vac...tion?" he demanded. "To fucky yo' own wife? Tsk, tsk. Yo' gonna be long time married same gal. How many times on mainland yo' gonna get chance fucky cute native chick, hunh?" But... but... we're just married!" the man protested. "We're on our honeymoon. Besides, why should I let you fuck my wife. It's not... why, it's not even decent!"His wife. In her favour, she was slim and tall - maybe a tiny bit taller than me-with long black hair and very pale skin. She had immaculate fashionsense, and on the rare occasions when I did see her she was alwaysperfectly made up and wearing a strappy heel. I'd thought about trying toget her into bed a few times, but decided it would be too messy to startsomething with a flatmate. Plus whenever she saw me she seemed to bepissed off at me for one reason or another.You can see why I wasn't exactly. He waited for Mom. He said he hoped I found a smart man who respected me and cared, the one. I thought Richard would be the one. I was attracted to him, he seemed smart with all of the things he talked about (nothing was more unattractive than a meathead), and he listened to me like he seemed to care. So I thought, I don’t know, losing it to him not have been so bad. Now, I didn’t know if I ever wanted to loose it. My stomach rumbled. I slid on a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy t-shirt.. There was no part of it that I wasn’t participating in, even if a sober me would never have initiated that kind of thing. By the time we found a condom in the roommate’s night stand, I knew that this was only going to make for serious problems in the morning. The way he did everything showed — even if he was wasted — that he was really into it in a way I wasn’t. I could tell that he liked me. The sex wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t something I’d ever want to repeat.The next morning, I woke up early.