George, the Moksha shipmaster, scrounged the islands for souls to bring to his extended family at the Kaua'i lodge.  George sent in Cathy, a young African American, to take me to the Kaua'i ranch.  When we arrived Cathy had a brief conversation with Linda and abruptly disappeared, not a word.

I received insults from Linda, a protection against reactive violent angry souls while living at the edge.  This family group came from Long Beach California.  They built a cement sailing ship, sailed to Hawaii and Tahiti and settled down in the Garden Isle.  Linda, the wife of the shipwright had a young son, Matthew.   Starved for entertainment, everyone slept with everyone enjoying group relations.

The University of Hawaii had a problem. Caucasians flooded the islands and flocked to the university while studying.  There was no room for Asian students.  The Board of Directors decided to purge Caucasians.  The UofH attritioned ~14,000 Caucasian men and women to make way for Pacific Rim Asian students, an ~dozen UofH Caucasian women remained on the campus.  Coming from Pacific Rim Asia I was allowed entrance.  During high school I lived with a shaman and her daughter for two years to overcome lust.
A condo renter's fake accident scam brought undercover cops that hogtied, abused, and molested one of my friends from Tokyo. Multiple multinational friendship links were severed.  Guns drawn, I could not protect her.  I was in a dead zone, couple up with an Asian, play the strip, or head to the outer islands in search of intelligent life.  The shifting sands of tourists washing up on the shore provided gone forever hookups.  The onslaught of scavengers became unbearable, the word "No" became an automatic reflex.

Here I was was, in Kaua'i on another scavenger hunt.  George sent me into their relationship clinic, a tight knit family unit, to watch  intimate relations, his heart felt hopes, change to break out of the dead zone. 

Linda, Pattie, and Jennie - sirens from the sea calling.

True friends are hard finds.  The Kaua'i actors played their roles for the preservation of human relations.  George was trying to break me out of "Guns drawn, I could not protect her".  Sixth year with two semesters - ten classes to go, Newport Beach and Silverado waiting.  The third eye solutions for solving difficult engineering problems were numbing.  I told the actors that I could only come to their lodge on the weekends.  Norbert responded I was a week end and a junk collector, "if we gave it to him he would not know where it is coming from."   Watching their group intimacy would increase lust.
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