The lady at the bungalow rental place was, for lack of a better word—spacy—sappy maybe? Let's just say she had watched way too many John Hughes Romantic comedies in her lifetime and it showed.
"You want rental." She asked haltingly as she stared between the two of us brightly. I just nodded as I held up two fingers.
"Two." I requested firmly as she stared at me as if she didn't understand or, let me rephrase that, as if she didn't comprehend English. Something told me it was more an act—that she liked playing around with unsuspecting tourists. She looked at Tom and wagged her brows.
"Timid is she? Waiting maybe for right time? Ahhh, but we should give you two excitement, huh?" She asked as she suddenly picked up a bell and rang it loudly. I just stared at her in horror. What the hell was she doing? A group of Polynesians flooded the room decked out in leis and traditional clothing while smiling as if they had done this act before. I backed away from the desk. Tommy leaned over my shoulder.
"We just want rooms." He stated simply as the lady raised a brow before frowning. She looked like she wanted to throw a coconut at us. And then she smiled again.
"Rooms we have, but I will give to you for free—no cost later if you try out some of our luxury services." The lady commented as I just sighed. This was definitely something out of a National Lampoon's movie. I just looked at Tom and nodded as if saying 'Just give the damn woman what she wants so we can get on with it.' And he nodded in return as if agreeing with me. The lady clapped her hands together and said something in her native tongue, and I watched with growing unease as a group of women motioned for me to follow them while a group of men motioned at Tommy. The worst part of it was being separated from Tom only because I had no idea what most of these people were saying or doing and, forgive me people, but lack of comprehension really bothers me. It never bodes well.
"You will be beautiful when we are done." One of the girls stated happily as they led me into a hut several feet from the main building—pointing at a table there as if they expected me to understand these miniscule hand gestures.
"You lay down. We massage you." The lady explained as I lifted a brow. Massage? Okay, maybe this wasn't so very bad. I just shook my head slightly as I followed their instructions—laying out on the table as they surrounded me—handing each other bottles of monoi oil before suddenly getting to work. I closed my eyes at the sensation—almost sighing in utter content as the women worked—rubbing the tension that had gathered in my muscles out of my tissues and sinews and I let my mind wander. Was this what relaxation felt like? Because I could seriously more than get used to this—I could wallow in the glow.
"We need to dress you now." The women stated a little later as I sat up before cocking a brow up at them. Dress me? I was already dressed. They started pulling at my clothes.
"Hey now!" I protested as they brought out a traditional sarong type dress made specifically it seems for the islands. I just eyed it as I shrugged. I just wanted the free room now for heaven's sake.
"Now we'll take you to see your man." One of the women stated after getting the dress on me and draping my neck with leis. My man? How far from the truth was that, but I was done trying to correct these people. For now, my man it was. And where was Tommy? What were they doing to him? And why was I getting a very bad feeling about this?
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