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Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 6 (MHFFF, oral, anal)
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Suddenly, both the King and the young lady began bowing before us! The 
king uttered strings of native words that the girl didn't see fit to 
translate.

Patricia, taken a little aback, finally said, "Stop! Please! What is 
going on?!"

The girl said something to the King, and both stopped bowing, but 
remained on their knees. The girl swept her long black hair away from 
her face and spoke to the King.  King Kalea said a few words back.

"Women such as yourself are revered among our people." The young lady 
said, "The King asks that you honor us by accompanying us to our home 
island, there."

She pointed in the direction of a land mass we had seen from the beach.

"Please," Patricia said, with all the poise she had shown among the 
elite of San Francisco, "be seated.  While we are honored by the Kings 
request, we are nothing special.  As my husband tells me, I am merely a 
woman with a little something extra."

"Actually," I put in with a smile, "She is quite extraordinary, although 
I may be the only one who knows just how special she is!"

I wasn't aware that you could see a blush under the natives' honey 
colored skin until that moment.  When the young lady answered, it was 
clearly for herself, since she didn't bother to consult with the King first.

"The belief is that a boy-child born of the union of a man-woman and a 
man is more of a man because he gets his manhood from both parents, not 
just one. Genetically, of course, this is hogwash.  Historically, 
however, men born of such women have been great leaders and mighty 
warriors.  Any union with a man-woman or her consort - a man of great 
stature simply for having won such a woman - brings great prestige upon 
the lucky man or woman, whether it results in a baby or not.  Samo'akane 
has gone overnight from being a well-liked, but mostly ignored member of 
his family to a person of great importance after his dalliance with the 
two of you!"

"What is your name, dear?" Patricia asked the young lady.

"I am Le'ini E Nikili, Mrs. Travis." she ducked her head when she said this.

'E Nikili' I thought. Did this make her related to the King? I filed it 
away in case it correlated with something else later.

"You speak English very well, Le'ini, and with an American accent."

"I attended the University of California at Berkeley, Ma'am," the young 
lady replied, "Before returning to the Islands."

"Really?" Patricia raised a regal eyebrow, "What did you study?"

"Economics and sociology, Ma'am." she replied, still looking down.

The King must have grown impatient, because he said something to which 
she replied. He made another speech and she turned back to us.

"The King wishes to know if you will accept his invitation." she said, 
clearly chastised, "We must leave soon if we are to arrive before dark."

"What can we expect if we do, Le'ini?" I asked.

She blushed again and spoke to the King, then turned to relay his answer.

"You will be the guests of honor at a feast," she said, "then, if you 
choose to honor us even further, you will be given your choice of the 
fairest flowers of the Islands in hopes that one or both of you will 
leave behind at least one child.  We will, of course, return you to this 
resort tomorrow."

Patricia and I looked at each other, shrugged, then nodded.

Suddenly, King Kalea was all smiles.  He spoke rapidly in our direction 
and gestured grandly toward the door.

"King Kalea is pleased that you choose to honor us with your presence!" 
Le'ini said, smiling somewhat indulgently, "He promises the greatest 
feast these islands have ever seen to celebrate your arrival!  It has 
been many years since a man-woman has appeared among us and your 
presence is cause for great rejoicing!"

The nuance of that smile was something different than one would expect 
from a mere translator, as were the studies in Economics and Sociology. 
When I combined those observations with her name, I began to get a hunch 
about young Le'ini.

The stares we got crossing the grounds of the resort and the beach 
accompanied by a parade of natives decked out in their finest shells and 
feathers were something to behold, and I wished I had thought to bring 
the camera. Just as I had the thought, I heard the 'beep' as our little 
digital camera recorded an image. Turning, I found Patricia aiming at 
me, saying, "Say 'cheese'!".

"Did you get one of all the open mouths around us?" I asked as she 
snapped my photo.

"You bet!" she laughed.

We boarded one of an entire fleet of big outrigger canoes and I realized 
why the crowd on the beach was so much larger than we usually saw this 
time of day.  Word must have spread about the native invasion of the resort!

Le'ini guided us to seats in the largest of the canoes, and soon, 
muscular young men were pushing us into the waves.  With practiced ease, 
they leaped aboard and their voices rose in a powerful chant as their 
paddles drove us, with startling speed, through the surf and into the 
open ocean. The roller-coaster ride through the breaking waves was as 
thrilling as it was artfully accomplished.  The paddlers timed their 
charge at each wave so that the high prow of the canoe broke the top of 
the wave just as it was about to crest, allowing the body of the wave to 
roll harmlessly under the boat. The glide down the back side and sharp 
climb up the next were more exciting than any roller coaster I'd ever 
ridden!

I took the camera from my wife and snapped a few pictures of other 
canoes negotiating the surf around us.

Patricia, seated ahead of me, next to Le'ini, turned to look in my 
direction, her face flushed with wild excitement as we settled into the 
rhythm of open ocean paddling.

"We are definitely going to have to do this again!" she laughed, just as 
I snapped the picture.

That shot is my favorite picture of my lovely wife because it captures 
the wild, free spirited side of her better than any other.  Her hair is 
being whipped around her face by the tropical winds. The glow in her 
cheeks and the laughter in her eyes shout of the joy in her heart as the 
ocean spray flies past!

It was further to the other island than it looked from the beach, but 
the strong arms and backs of our paddlers drove the canoes swiftly 
across the intervening space, and soon the resort was lost below the 
horizon, leaving the looming peaks of the mountains to mark our starting 
point.  For hours it seemed we were suspended between the two land 
masses, but gradually the details of the island ahead of us began to 
show.  The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as we 
negotiated a narrow, convoluted channel between coral reefs into the 
lagoon where the King's village lay.

I understood the King's urgency to get here before dark as enormous 
breakers pounded the coral to either side of the narrow channel. 
Negotiating that in the dark would have been a harrowing experience, if 
not a fatal one!

An armada of ocean-going canoes crowded the crescent of beach in front 
of the village and fires burned in pits upon the sand, heating rocks and 
leaf-wrapped bundles. Steam and smoke rose from several small mounds of 
sand.  Le'ini, in answer to our query, said that each mound contained 
hot coals and a suckling pig.

Clearly, the Island people had not waited for our acquiescence to begin 
preparing for this feast! When asked, Le'ini said only, "They cannot 
conceive of anyone refusing an invitation delivered personally by King 
Kalea."

"He is that powerful?" I asked.

"He is that well-liked." Le'ini answered.

Again, her smile held something one wouldn't expect from a mere translator.

We were shown to a spacious hut near the edge of the village, and a bevy 
of young ladies bathed us with ocean sponges and flower-scented water, 
then dressed us in native garb - a sarong-like wrap for Patricia, and a 
length of brightly patterned cloth that wrapped around my waist.  The 
ladies oohed and aahed over Patricia's cock, unable to keep their hands 
off. It was apparently good luck to even touch it, as each of them, near 
as I could tell, took the opportunity to give it a stroke or two.

Patricia suffered this with good grace, though from the rigidity of her 
staff I doubt if she suffered much!

"I am so horny I could rape one of these young things right here!" she 
whispered to me.

I grinned and said, "Save it for later. If I understood young Le'ini 
correctly, you'll get your chance after the feast!"

"If I can last that long!" she whispered back.

I gave her a kiss, and the feel of her erection poking me through the 
sarong created a tent in my own skirt.

"Speaking of Le'ini," I whispered in her ear, "I've been noticing some 
things about her.  I'm not absolutely sure, but I think she's the King's 
daughter.  Don't know why that might be important, or why they haven't 
said anything, but just so you know..."

"Hmmm." she whispered back, "I don't know if it means anything or not, 
but it might come in handy."

The feast was incredible! Besides an overabundance of native food, there 
were dancers, male and female, whose lively, hip swiveling movements 
were enough, in themselves, to melt an ice sculpture. When they did a 
little skit apparently intended to convey the story of a man-woman among 
their people, everyone got hot!  There were golden-skinned couples 
feeling each other up without shame as we sat around the fire and 
watched the young girl with a huge polished wooden dildo pretend to 
screw men and women alike, while others went through the motions of 
taking their pleasure with her!

The roast pig was moist and succulent, and though I could almost feel my 
cholesterol level climbing as I ate, I fell to with gusto!  There were 
fruits aplenty, and purple yams, as well as a taro root concoction that 
looked disgusting but actually tasted quite good!  After eating the meal 
with our fingers, we copied the local people by scrubbing our hands with 
sand, then rinsing them in the streams of water poured from pitchers 
carried by more of the lovely island girls.

Le'ini was seated between Patricia and I to answer any questions we may 
have had about the festivities.  We had few questions, though, since she 
kept up a running narration of events including descriptions of the food 
we ate and fermented coconut drink we were served.

When the dancers had finished their performances, and the remains of the 
meal had been cleared away, King Kalea stepped into the firelit circle. 
  With gestures in our direction and solemn intonations in the native 
tongue, he told everyone gathered (as if they didn't already know) who 
we were, and bade the people make us welcome. (We knew this because 
Le'ini translated as he spoke.)

A few more words from the King and a line of nubile young native ladies, 
wearing nothing but loin cloths, filed into the circle to stand before us.

"These are the chosen daughters of the great houses of our small 
nation." Le'ini told us, "King Kalea hopes you will choose one or more 
of them to sleep in your hut tonight."

"Am I right in assuming that each great house is from a separate 
island?" I asked her.

"That is correct, Mr. Travis!" she eyed me speculatively, "And a very 
astute observation!"

"Well try this on for size, young lady:" I replied, "There are eight 
islands in this archaepelago. Am I also correct in assuming that it is 
this island, King Kalea's home, that is not represented among these girls?"

"That is also correct." Le'ini hid her face and blushed, "The King, in 
his wisdom, thought it best to offer this opportunity to the other 
houses, so that they might have the chance to gain prestige."

"King Kalea is indeed wise." I said, "Of these seven, Le'ini, which two 
would you choose if it were your choice to make?"

She was thoughtful for a moment and Patricia gave me a questioning 
glance that I shook off with the understanding that I would tell her 
later what I was thinking.

"If the choice were mine," Le'ini finally said, "I would choose 
Pi'ipi..." she indicated a slight, shy girl at one end of the line, "and 
Me'ili." She nodded toward a cheerful, slightly plump girl near the middle.

"Why those two?" I queried.

"Pi'ipi's house has had bad luck with weather and crops the last few 
years," she said, "and could use a 'shot in the arm', prestige-wise. 
Me'ili is from the smallest and poorest of our islands.  Her house, too, 
would benefit from more prestige.  If either of them gives birth to 
another man-woman, of course, they will be rich beyond words, but even 
if no baby results, their islands will experience an upswing in 
favorable trade."

"King Kalea," I said, "Is not only wise, but has raised his daughter to 
be wise, as well!"

"Thank you." she murmured, then gasped, "How did you know?!"

"Your name," I smiled, "and the way your love for your father shows in 
your face. Also, why else would a young lady study Economics and 
Sociology, then return here, unless it were to help her father rule his 
country?"

"You were not supposed to know this!" she hissed.

"But I do." I said gently, "Where is Sam? Samo'akane?"

I scanned the faces around the fire and soon located the young scamp 
basking in the attentions of two young ladies.

"Sam!" I raised my voice, and a murmur went through the crowd, 
"Samo'akane! Come here for a moment, will you?"

Puzzled, Sam took his leave of the young ladies and came to stand before 
me.  I stood and offered my hands to Patricia and Le'ini to help them rise.

"Do you trust me?" I whispered in my wife's ear as she rose.

"Of course, dear!" she whispered back, "But sooner or later you're going 
to have to tell me what you're up to, or I'll DIE of curiosity!"

"You'll see!" I said, "Just play along..."

"Sam," I said, "Please translate what I am about to say for your people."

He nodded, still puzzled. After all, here was Le'ini, who had been doing 
the translating up 'til then.  Le'ini too, looked puzzled and a little 
chagrined.

"Don't worry, dear," I whispered into her long black hair, "I'm not 
displeased with your translations, but it's better if someone else does 
this part."

Turning back to Sam, I said, "Tell your people that the man-woman and 
her husband have chosen three of the daughters of these islands to share 
our hut tonight!"

"Three?" Le'ini whispered, "You only asked about two!"

"Shhh!" was my only reply.

When Sam finished his translation and the murmurs of the crowd had died, 
I resumed my speech.

"Our first choice..." I walked down the line, looking into each hopeful 
face, when I came to the end I took Pi'ipi's hand and drew her to my 
side, kissing her on the forehead, then passing her on to my bride.

"Our second choice..." I returned up the line, again looking into the 
hopeful faces of the fairest of the islands, stopping before Me'ili. 
She gasped when I took her hand and led her away from the others kissing 
her forehead as I had done Pi'ipi's.

"Your King is both wise and kind to have given us the choice of your 
fairest daughters." I said to the crowd, "But he has withheld one of the 
fairest from his offering, and we ask him now if he would allow his 
daughter..." I grasped Le'ini's hand and drew her forward, "to share our 
bed tonight!"

King Kalea burst out in an angry diatribe directed at Le'ini, who tried, 
unsuccessfully to protest her innocence.

I stepped between them and told Sam, "Tell the King, so the people can 
hear: Le'ini tried to hide the fact that she is King Kalea's daughter, 
so that her father's wishes might be carried out. The man-woman and I, 
however, are not easily fooled and we saw through their subterfuge.  It 
is our wish that the King's daughter join us tonight. Does the King object?"

When Sam had relayed my words, the King calmed somewhat and looked 
around him at the seven older gentlemen who had attended him since we 
arrived. 'Ah!' I thought, 'the heads of the other houses!'

King Kalea needn't have worried.  They laughed and poked fun at his 
concern, at least I assumed that's what they were doing, for soon, the 
King too was all smiles and turned back to us.

"The King say:..." Sam started, but I held up my hand and turned to 
Le'ini for the translation.

She smiled and said, "My father is impressed that you were able to guess 
who I was. He is also flattered by your choice of his daughter, and 
gives his consent for me to join you."

"And how does his daughter feel about that?" I asked.

Le'ini glowed as she answered, "She is honored and excited to accept 
your invitation!"

"Your father is unaware of his popularity among the leaders of the 
houses?" I asked her.

"My father is VERY aware of his popularity," she replied, "and also 
aware of its fragility. He has remained King for a long time because of 
his ability to balance the needs of all his people. If he had placed me 
in that lineup, or worse yet, offered me first, his popularity would 
have evaporated in a second.  You gave him, and me, the only chance we 
could have had to put me in your bed tonight, and I intend to show you 
how much that means to me!"

I smiled and we turned back to the King. The closing ceremonies, such as 
they were, didn't take long to complete.  The final act of the evening 
was the grand march to the hut that had been set aside for our use. 
King Kalea led the way, followed by the seven heads of the other houses. 
Patricia and I and the three girls were next, followed, in a long 
procession, by pretty much everyone else.

When we were finally alone - the five of us, I undressed Le'ini while 
the other two girls helped Patricia off with her clothes. As I 
suspected, our translator had a slender, curvaceous body beneath the 
shapeless wrap she wore.

I delighted in playing with her as Patricia went down on little Pi'ipi. 
  I took my time, turning Le'ini to face the others and watch as Me'ili 
slipped her head between Patricia's legs to suckle at her hardening cock.

I shed my wrap and slipped my own erection into the valley between 
Le'ini's buttocks, letting it rest there while my hands roamed freely 
over her luscious breasts and dripping mound.

"My wife is the sexiest creature alive, Le'ini," I whispered into the 
silky blackness of her hair, "but you've got to be a close second!"

To my astonishment, the King's daughter shuddered and came as my fingers 
slipped into her damp furrow!

"It's been so long!" she whispered back, "I haven't had sex with anyone 
else since I left the States!"

"I thought your people were relatively free about sex." I said.

"For the most part, we are," she replied, humping against my fingers as 
my left hand kneaded her breast, "but the King's daughter needs to keep 
up appearances, and not appear to be favoring anyone in particular until 
she chooses a husband!"

On the other side of the hut, Patricia had Pi'ipi shoved face first into 
the wall, screaming in passion, as my sexy bride pummeled her from 
behind.  I could hear titters from outside the hut as the walls shook, 
which told me we had an audience!

Me'ili knelt behind the pair, fingering Patricia's pussy while swiping 
at Pi'ipi's clit with her tongue!  The excitement of the situation and 
the earlier entertainment had my sweetheart on edge, and it wasn't long 
before she gave a cry of her own and dumped her first load deep into the 
little island girl's pussy. Pi'ipi, for her part seemed to be in the 
throes of a seizure! Her body went rigid and a hoarse cry tore from her 
throat as she came long and loud!  Laughter and applause from outside 
accompanied her cries!

A few minutes later, Patricia came over to take over the stimulation of 
our translator as her conquest staggered bowlegged from the hut, not 
even bothering to cover herself, except to hold a hand over her slit to 
keep the precious man-woman seed inside!

I laid Me'ili down on one of the plaited mats and sucked at her breasts 
for a few seconds.  She was having none of this foreplay, though, and 
tugged me into position immediately.  Either nature had made this girl 
for horses, or she was much more experienced than her innocent looks 
suggested!  Big as I am, I sank unimpeded to the hilt in her plump 
pussy, and rattled around inside her cavernous tunnel!

"I think I'm going to need some help with this one, darling!" I told 
Patricia, "I've got kind of a loose fit here!"

I rolled us onto our sides, and Me'ili's cute face screwed into an 
expression of puzzlement.  When my wife lay down behind her and began 
entering her pussy alongside my cock, her expression changed to 
surprise, then passion, as, probably for the first time in a long time, 
she felt her pussy stretched around our twin rods!

Me'ili's high pitched squeaks and cries brought more titters of laughter 
from outside the hut, and when my wife and I drove forward in concert, 
burying ourselves to the hilt in the pudgy island girl, she squealed 
like a stuck pig and began cumming, ratcheting her hips back and forth 
between us! I, too, was on edge, not only from the earlier 
entertainment, but from playing with the King's daughter as I watched my 
wife screw little Pi'ili silly.  When Le'ini's finger slipped up my 
butt, and I heard a grunt from Patricia that suggested she, too, was 
being impaled, I couldn't hold out any longer! I blasted my load deep 
into the thrashing island girl and was almost deafened by her scream as 
she felt the hot fluid splash her insides.

The crowd outside the hut roared its approval!

Me'ili whimpered as Patricia and I withdrew, then plugged herself as 
best she could and, wearing a sated smile, left the hut, to the 
appreciative noises of the audience.

Now, finally, we were alone with Le'ini.

"You know," I whispered as Patricia began sucking her luscious breasts 
and nibbling at her rigid brown nipples, "You were actually my first 
choice.  That's why we saved you for last.  We intend to ravish your 
lovely young body all night long!"

Le'ini's breath caught in her throat as I brushed aside her silky hair 
and nipped at the base of her neck.  By unspoken mutual agreement, my 
lovely bride and I began a long, slow seduction of the Princess E Nikili.

Fingers gently invaded her body cavities, then departed, only to return 
when least expected. Kisses, soft and sweet, then harsh and demanding 
assaulted her senses! Teeth, tongues, hands breasts and cocks touched, 
nipped, probed, stroked and bewildered the young girl.  Soon, her lust 
had risen to a fever pitch and tiny cries accompanied each unexpected 
invasion of her senses!

Patricia's eyes burned into mine across the golden body as each of us 
mouthed a succulent breast. My fingers delved delved deeply into the 
girl's anus as my bride slid two fingers far into her willing pussy! As 
if guided by an unseen hand, my lover slid down to kiss the Princess' 
nether lips while I captured her mouth, briefly stifling her cries. 
Higher and higher we drove our young translator, until, unable to stand 
any more, she tore her mouth from mine and cried, "Fuck me, please! 
Somebody just fuck me!"

"Now is that any way for the King's daughter to talk?" I murmured, 
nibbling her ear.

"We intend to fuck you, my dear," Patricia whispered in the other ear, 
"but we're going to take our own sweet time about it!"

"Aarrgh!" the black-haired sea-nymph growled in frustration, "You two 
are demons! You're driving me mad!"

Someone must have been translating for the audience outside, because a 
groundswell of murmurs and laughter erupted.

I manhandled Le'ini to her hands and knees, then lay on my back beside 
her and lifted her body to straddle mine, her black, almost straight, 
pubic hair just above my nose.  Like a butterfly's wings I flicked my 
tongue across her hooded clit, as she obligingly swallowed my shaft. 
Above me, I could feel my bride's presence as she knelt behind the 
lovely girl. I feared Le'ini would bite my shaft in two when she felt 
Patricia's tongue stabbing her anus, and almost came right then!

Again and again we drove the Princess to the brink, only to stop and let 
her slide away from the edge.  I don't know how long we kept her 
hovering, her cries growing more and more desperate, but finally I could 
take no more.

"What do you say we give this little Princess a man-woman baby?" I 
whispered to Patricia.

"I'm all for that, dear, how do you want us?" she replied.

I turned Le'ini over and seated her pussy slowly on my shaft, her cries 
of passion once again arousing the crowd outside.  Then, like a doll, I 
raised her up and re-positioned my cock.

As I nudged at her back door, I asked, "Are you ready for this?"

"YES!" she cried, "I've been ready for the last hour! Just do it, please!"

As slowly as I could manage, I lowered her butt onto my rod.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried, but made no move to escape, "Oh! Oh my God!"

When I was fully embedded in the tight brown ring of Le'ini's anus, I 
motioned Patricia over.  Our eyes locked, and again we seemed connected 
as I felt her hard, long shaft bulling its way slowly into the lovely, 
pliant brown body between us!

Le'ini gave one long, mournful wail as she felt my woman's cock embed 
itself alongside mine inside her, and gave up her second orgasm of the 
evening as she felt herself stretched beyond belief! Patricia buried her 
cries with a savage kiss as she ravished the young girl's pussy.  I 
couldn't move much, but the violence of my lover's assault on the 
Princess' tender body provided me with plenty of stimulation.

It apparently did even more for the King's daughter! Le'ini blasted off 
into a never-ending series of spasms as I pinched and pulled at her 
nipples and my wild lover plumbed the depths of her body with ever 
increasing savagery! The crowd outside went quiet as Le'ini's cries rose 
higher and higher!

The lustful tension was just too much to bear! I tilted my hips upward, 
using my hands to shove Le'ini's pelvis roughly down on my loins and 
blasted deep in her guts! Patricia, who's vocalizations during sex, in 
my experience, had always been somewhat ladylike, gave a bestial roar as 
she, too, erupted into the King's daughter!

The silence outside was deafening as with small cries and twitches, we 
slowly came down from our peak!

"Stay the night with us, little one?" Patricia asked.

"I would love that," Le'ini panted, "but I must at least make an 
appearance to show that you have gifted me with your seed!"

"Lie still, first," my bride advised breathlessly, "and let it do its 
work.  In a few minutes you can go and show your people what we have 
given you."

The crowd had thinned some by the time Le'ini stepped outside to show 
them our gift, but those that were left 'ooh'ed and 'ahh'ed 
appreciatively.  No one seemed the least surprised when, instead of 
leaving, as the other two girls had done, Le'ini re-entered the hut.

Patricia, Le'ini, and I didn't get much sleep that night, though morning 
found us snoring away in a tangled heap.

King Kalea entered with the village girls who came to bathe us in the 
morning, smiling and hugging his daughter affectionately, not the least 
offended by our nudity or the smells inside the hut.  They held a low 
conversation as we bathed, and I saw his face cloud up. I feared another 
outburst until she smiled and elbowed him in the ribs, saying something 
light-hearted.  It was apparently the right thing, since Kalea's face 
cleared and he smiled as she laughed at him.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"I told my father that I was going to San Francisco to live with the two 
of you." she laughed, "Needless to say, he wasn't too happy about that, 
until I told him I was kidding, but that I would like to visit now and 
then."

Then she looked at Patricia and I and said wistfully, "I really would 
like to visit once in a while, if you guys don't mind..."

Patricia and I exchanged glances and she replied, smiling, "If you think 
you can survive it, you're welcome anytime, of course!"

The canoe ride back to the resort seemed less exciting than the trip 
out, perhaps because we were both dead tired, and there was only the one 
canoe, not the whole fleet.  We slept the rest of that day, and lazed 
away the remainder of our honeymoon.  The native staff of the resort 
seemed more attentive to our needs than before, and we never lacked for 
anything for very long, but they were discreet and left us to enjoy the 
time we had left by ourselves.

When we checked out, the desk clerk looked puzzled at what she saw on 
the computer screen and called the manager.

"Oh, yes!" the manager said, looking at the screen, "This is correct! 
There is no charge for your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Travis!"

"How can that be?" Patricia asked, "We were quoted a price and agreed to 
pay. There must be some mistake!"

"No mistake." the manager fairly beamed, "It seems King Kalea O Nikili 
thinks your stay should be free, and since this resort exists at his 
sufferance, when the King says it's free, it's free! In fact, any future 
visits will be free, as well!  Have a pleasant flight home, and do come 
back to visit!"

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