(fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain)
It was only January, but it had already been a long winter for Debra Barone. The weather had been consistently cold, and she had been cooped up in the house with her kids and in-laws for what seemed like an eternity. Every day seemed the same; fight to get the kids up for school; put up with the invasion of her meddling mother-in-law Marie and father-in-law Frank; do housework; fix dinner and clean-up; fight with the kids to do homework and go to bed; argue with her husband Ray about Marie's meddling; then collapse into bed and wait for tomorrow. She felt like she was living that movie "Groundhog Day."
Then one day Ray came home from his job, as a NY Newsday sportswriter, with the news that he had been selected to cover the NFL's annual all-star game; the Pro Bowl, in Hawaii. He came through the door griping about having to go all the way to Hawaii to cover a game no one cares about and in which the players only give about 50 % effort. He complained about the air travel; the time difference; jet lag; the fact that the players on the Super Bowl teams wouldn't even be there so there would be no big stories; the fact that it could be the rainy season in Hawaii; everything he could think of on the negative side...in other words; a typical Raymond attitude.
It seems another sportswriter was supposed to cover the game, but his wife had an emergency appendectomy; so Ray had to take his place at the last minute. Then Debra remembered that for the last five years he had whined about the Pro Bowl assignment going to the editors' "pet;" when it was the most coveted gig at the paper. It was five days in Hawaii; or as Magnum called it : Paradise. Then she deciphered Ray's attitude: he was afraid she might want to go, and ruin his plans for a fun, bachelor, golfing outing with one of his buddies.
She thought to herself, "not this time buddy; I'm going to Hawaii." Marie was always insinuating that she was more responsible for raising Ally, and the twins (Jeffrey and Michael) than Debra was; so there was no way she could refuse to babysit for a few days.
As their jet approached the island of Oahu and dipped below the clouds; Debra was astounded at the lush green of the jungle and the clear blue water. Despite the long trip and the layover in San Francisco; due to the time zones, it was only two hours later than when they left New York. When they arrived; they had gone straight to the hotel; checked in; and Ray had contacted the media headquarters at the stadium.
Debra was very satisfied and surprise at the accommodations. The paper had not skimped on the arrangements; they were booked into a five star hotel directly on Waikiki Beach. Nothing was officially scheduled for Wednesday, so Ray and Debra decided to just relax for the rest of the day and catch some sun on the beach. Ray whistled when Debra appeared at the bathroom door clad in her bathing suit.
It was a conservative one-piece, tropical print suit; but had a very daring V cut in the front which displayed her ample cleavage to great advantage. She knew her best assets; her marvelous 38D breasts were on display. Her envious breasts had grown to D cups when pregnant with the twins; and had remained that way. Ray had even given them the nickname ,"Barnes & Noble," and she blushed with pride thinking about it. She had quite often caught the other "PTA dads" trying to peep down her blouses when at school events with the kids She was also resigned to the fact she would probably have to fight Ray off at bedtime.
They walked the beach for awhile; enjoyed a fabulous dinner at the hotel restaurant; and Ray was actually asleep before Debra finished her shower. On Thursday, they were up before dawn to take a tour to Diamond Head and view the sunrise from its' peak. They then spent the typical tourist day in Hawaii; walking the rainforest; seeing spectacular waterfalls; boating on a catamaran; and snorkeling on a coral reef. That night they were both asleep almost before their heads hit the pillows.
Friday was to be "media day" at the stadium where all the participants give interviews; so Ray was going to be gone all day. Debra knew that he also had a golf date with some of the other sportswriters, so she planned on just relaxing and enjoying being kid-and-Marie- free for the day. In the morning, she walked the streets of Honolulu and did some souvenir shopping.
By the time she returned to the hotel; she was ready for some relaxation; noticed a sign by the concierge's desk for deep-tissue massages and decided to indulge herself. You could book the massage either in the hotel spa, or a private beach side cabana; she decided on the cabana, where she could relax and enjoy the ocean view at the same time. After taking her purchases up to the room, and changing into her swimsuit (she had never had a massage before, so she wasn't really sure what to wear); Debra returned to the hotel spa for her appointment.
She was met by the spa director, a very pleasant and attractive young lady named Leilani. Leilani led the way to one of the hotel's exclusive beach front cabanas where she instructed Debra to take off her swimsuit and wrap one of the plush, oversized towels around her; telling her that her masseuse would be with her momentarily. The cabana was on a raised section of the hotel's beach so that those walking by on the beach could not see in. It was like a big tent; enclosed on three sides; with curtains on the ocean side that could be closed if you desired. Debra couldn't imagine why anyone would ever close the curtains; how could you ever get tired of the wonderful view of the Pacific Ocean and Waikiki Beach. Once you were inside the cabana; it was as if you were the only person on the beach.
There was a privacy screen in one corner of the cabana, where Debra removed her swimsuit and wrapped the towel tightly around her. She felt vulnerable, and yet strangely emancipated, being totally naked under the towel. There was sparse furnishings in the tent: a small cabinet containing more towels and bottles of oils; a few bottles of water; what looked like a small CD player. The massage table itself was obviously a professionals table; it was overly padded, and actually in sections. The table was divided into a top half and a bottom half; with the bottom half also being divided right down the middle. It appeared to Debra that the part where your legs would rest was capable of splitting apart so that the masseuse could get closer to your torso from the bottom; as well as from the sides. Just as she was going to sit on the table, she was somewhat startled by the arrival of her masseuse as he rounded the corner of the cabana.
He was an enormous young man, clad only in a loincloth type garment. He was only about 6 foot, 3 inches tall; but he seemed to be almost as wide, with muscles on top of muscles. He was built like the players Ray was interviewing at this very minute. He introduced himself very politely, "Good afternoon Mrs. Barone. My name is Kona and I will be helping you to relax this afternoon."