 who's ever been topless or worn a thong on a Maui beach now has his pecker tracks on eight by ten color prints of her bod. He's a total perv, I tell you. Why do you think he's never had a girlfriend?"

"Plus, don't forget" Todd says, "his dad is Police Captain and got him fast-tracked through narc training. He's been undercover for a year. He's a perv and a narc."

As they all get out Tulsi says, "No he's not; that's such a dumb rumor. He's just a loner. He's shy." She slams the door in a huff and quickly walks a few yards ahead of them toward the fl ashing lights and thumping music. The bright gibbous moon high in the east makes it easy to stay on the dirt road between the abandoned pineapple fi eld on one side and the wind-swept scrub brush on the other.

Fluffy clouds dot the clear sky. It's a cool night, perfect for a party. Cheryl jogs ahead of Todd to catch up with Tulsi and takes her arm in arm.

"Hey, girlfriend," she says. "Are we okay? I didn't mean to put you down. Different strokes for different folks, my grandparents used to say. It's just that you're a beautiful girl and you can do better than Garrett Souza."

Tulsi smiles and says, "Yeah, we're okay. I appreciate your looking out for me and for being honest. But sometimes the heart rules and you have to go with it."

Todd catches up to them and takes Cheryl's other arm in his. They all laugh and skip together towards the music, the lights and the crowd.

As they approach the party circle in the clearing near the lighthouse (really just a platform perched on a steel tower) they hear the crashing surf melding into the techno-rock blaring from the Rave Mobile. This instant party on wheels, a sleek black van, sits in the middle of the clearing pumping out fog and bristling with strobe lights, disco balls and large plasma screens bright with a light show. A crowd of dancers in various stages of intoxication surrounds it.

While booze, buds and XTC are present, the main intoxicant is the music itself – the hybrid they called Pacific tr
who's ever been topless or worn a thong on a Maui beach nowadays have his pecker tracks on eight by ten color print of her bod. He's a total perv, I distinguish you. Why do you intend he's never had a girlfriend? " 

 " Plus, don't forget " Todd say, " his dad is Police Captain and got him fast - tracked through narc education. He's been undercover for a year. He's a perv and a narc. " 

 As they all get out Tulsi says, " No he's not; that's such a dense rumor. He's just a loner. He's shy. " She slams the door in a huff and quickly walk a few yards ahead of them toward the fl ashing lights and thumping music. The undimmed gibbous moon high in the east make it comfortable to stay on the dirt road between the abandoned pineapple fi eld on one side and the wind - sweep scrub brush on the other. 

 Fluffy clouds dot the clear sky. It's a cool nox, arrant for a party. Cheryl jog ahead of Todd to catch up with Tulsi and takes her arm in arm. 

 " Hey, girlfriend, " she says. " Are we okay? I didn't think of to frame you down. Different strokes for unlike tribe, my grandparent used to say. It's just that you're a beautiful girl and you can do better than Garrett Souza. " 

 Tulsi smiles and says, " Yeah, we're all right. I appreciate your looking out for me and for being honest. But sometimes the heart rules and you have to go with it. " 

 Todd catches up to them and takes Cheryl's other arm in his. They all laugh and skip in concert towards the music, the lights and the crowd. 

 As they set about the party traffic circle in the clearing near the lighthouse (really just a platform perch on a steel tower) they hear the crash surf melding into the techno - rock blaring from the Rave Mobile. This instant party on wheel, a sleek bootleg van, sits in the middle of the clearing pumping out fog and abound with strobe inner light, disco balls and big plasma screens bright with a light show. A crowd of dancers in versatile stages of intoxication surrounds it. 

 While booze, buds and XTC are present, the main intoxicant is the music itself – the hybrid they called Pacific tr
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 who's ever been topless or worn A thong on a MAui beAch Now HaS his PeckEr tracks on eighT By teN color prints of her bod. He'S a totAl PErv, I TElL you. WHy do you THiNK He's NeVeR haD a GIrLfrieNd?"

"PLus, don't Forget" Todd SayS, "hIs dad is PolicE caPtain and goT hiM fast-tracked ThrOugh naRc TraINing. HE's bEen unDercovER for a yEar. He's a peRv ANd a narC."

as they aLL GeT out tulsi says, "No he's not; THaT'S such a dumb rumoR. He's juSt A LoNER. He'S shY." She slams tHe Door iN A huff anD QuICKLy wALks a few yards aHead of them tOWarD the fl AsHinG Lights And thUmPIng Music. The briGht gIbbous mooN high iN The east MAkes it eAsy to sTay On tHe diRT rOaD beTwEEn tHE aBanDOneD pineappLe Fi Eld on One sIDE ANd thE wiNd-swEpt scRub brush on the OthEr.

FlUFfy CloudS dot tHe clEaR sky. IT's a cooL nighT, pErfect for a party. cherYl jogs aheAd oF TOdd To Catch UP with TUlsI anD takes hEr arm in ARm.

"HEy, GIRLfRiend," she says. "Are we oKaY? i DiDn't mean tO put yoU DoWn. dIfferent StRokEs foR DIfferEnt fOLkS, my grandParentS UsEd To say. It'S jUst thaT yOu'rE a bEautiFUl giRl and yOu can do bEtter THan Garrett SouzA."

tulsi smiles anD SaYS, "yeAH, we'rE okAy. I appreciaTe yoUR looKing OUt For ME and fOr beiNg HOnESt. But sometimes the heArT rules And yoU have to go with It."

Todd catcHES Up to them And tAKeS cheryl's other arM in hiS. They all laUGh and skiP togeTher towaRds the musIC, The lightS anD thE crOwd.

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 who's ever been topless o r worn a t hongona M au i be achnow has his pe c kertracks on eight by ten  colo rp rint s  o f her  bod. H e 's a  to ta lper v, Itellyou . Why d o you thin k h e' s never hada  g irlfriend? "
"Plus, don't  fo rget"To dds ays,"hi s dad  is Po l ice Ca ptain and  g o t himf ast-tra c k ed  thr ough narc trainin g .H e's been under coverfo r  a y ear . H e's a perv  a nd an arc."
A st h e y a l l get out Tul si says, "N o  he 's not ;tha t 's suc h a d um b  ru mor. He's j usta loner.He's s h y." She slams t he doo r i n a  huf f  a nd  qu ic k lyw al ksa  fe w yardsah ea d ofthem t o w ardthe  flashin g lights andthu mpin g  mu sic.The b righ tgibbo us moo n hig hin the east mak es i t easy to  st ay  on  t he di r t road  be twe en theabandon e d p in e a p pl e fi eld on one si de a nd  the win d-swep t  s cr u b brushon  th e ot h e r.

F luff y  c louds do t thec le ar  sky. I t' s a co ol  ni ght , per f ectfor aparty. C heryl jogs ahead ofT odd to catchu pw i th Tuls i a nd takes he r ar m  inarm. 
" Hey ,  girl frien d, "  s h e says. "Are we oka y?  I did n't m ean to put yo u down. Di f f e rent str okes fo r  different fol ks, m y grandpar e nts used  to s ay. It's  just tha t you're a  be aut ifu l g i r land you can d o bett er  than G arr ett Sou za. "
Tul sism iles andsays, "Y ea h,  w e' reokay. I apprec ia teyo urlooki n g outfor m e an dfo r  be ing hon e st . Butso me time s t he  hear t ru l esand you  have togow ithit ." 

Toddcatches up to  t hem and ta ke s C heryl' s other ar m in his. They all laug h  and sk iptoget hertowards t hemusic,  th e  light s andthe c ro wd. As th e y  a ppr oa ch the par t y  ci rclein  the  cleari ng near the lighth o use  (really just  aplat f o rm  pe r ch e d o na  st e e l tower) they h ear the cr as h in g surf mel d ing  i nto the  techno -rock blaring  from the  Rave Mob il e. T h i s i nstant par ty on wh eels, a s l eek b l ac k van , s its in  t hemiddl e of t h e c leari ng pum pi ng out  fogan d bristl ing with strobe lights,  disco  ball s a nd largepla s mascreens b righ t with a l igh t s how.A c r owd o f da n ce rsi n var ious stages of in tox i c at ion surroun d s it. 

Whi leb ooze,buds  and XTC are pres e nt, the main i ntox i c ant  is themu sic itself – t hehy b r id theyca lled Pacifi c tr
 who's_ever been_topless or worn a_thong on_a_Maui beach_now_has his pecker_tracks on eight_by ten color prints_of her bod._He's_a total perv, I tell you. Why do you think he's never had a_girlfriend?"

"Plus,_don't forget"_Todd_says,_"his dad is Police Captain_and got him fast-tracked through_narc training._He's been undercover for a year. He's a_perv_and a narc."

As_they all get out Tulsi says, "No he's not;_that's such a dumb rumor. He's_just a loner._He's_shy."_She slams the door_in a huff and quickly walks_a few yards ahead of them_toward the fl ashing lights and thumping_music. The bright gibbous moon high_in the east makes it_easy to_stay on the dirt road_between the abandoned_pineapple fi_eld on one_side and the wind-swept scrub brush_on the other.

Fluffy_clouds dot the clear sky. It's_a_cool night, perfect_for_a_party. Cheryl_jogs ahead of_Todd_to catch_up_with Tulsi and takes her arm_in_arm.

"Hey, girlfriend," she says. "Are we okay?_I didn't mean to_put_you down. Different strokes_for different folks, my grandparents_used to say. It's just that_you're a_beautiful girl_and you can do better than Garrett Souza."

Tulsi smiles and says,_"Yeah, we're okay. I appreciate your_looking out for me_and for_being_honest. But sometimes_the_heart rules_and you have to go with it."

Todd_catches up_to them and takes Cheryl's other_arm in his. They_all_laugh and skip together towards the_music, the lights and the crowd.

As_they approach the party circle_in_the_clearing near the lighthouse (really_just a platform perched on a_steel tower) they_hear the crashing surf melding into the_techno-rock_blaring from the Rave Mobile. This_instant_party on wheels, a sleek black_van,_sits_in the middle of the_clearing pumping out fog and bristling_with strobe lights, disco balls and large plasma screens_bright with a_light show. A crowd of_dancers_in_various stages of intoxication surrounds it.

While booze, buds and XTC_are present,_the main intoxicant_is the music itself – the hybrid they called Pacific_tr