The Alley Girls
Authored By: Bradley Chapline
Sep 2024
Authored By: Bradley Chapline
Sep 2024
This is based on a true story. For privacy reasons, the names of some characters have been changed.
Preface
It was the year 1977. I was battle weary from huge amounts of abuse and stress. I needed a lot more than just a break. I was in need of a new life, far away from my past life on the east coast where trouble and drama always found me. From adolescence, to early adulthood, I had finally been worn down to a virtual shadow.
However, I was lucky to still be in the Marine Corps. For, I had no one who really cared about me, and most likely, nowhere else to work and live as a civilian. So, I gave great thought on where I would begin my new life as a U.S. Marine. After several weeks of research and deliberating, I had decided on a Marine Corps base located in the state of Hawaii. More specifically, it was the Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station located on the northside of the Island of Oahu.
In doing my initial research, I was impressed with Kaneohe's history. Nicknamed "Bamboo Husband", Kaneohe was home to the early rulers (the ali' nui) of the Hawaiian Kingdom. This was a lush area containing thirty royal fishponds. But, what really attracted me to Kaneohe was its "Secret Island". Obscured from view by vegetation that lined the Kamehameha Highway, it was deemed inaccessible to the public due to its location on the other side of the Moli'i pond.
My dream was to one day discover a way to safely access the Secret Island and, in time, make it my home for the rest of my life. My nightmares had stopped, and my vivid dreams had temporarily taken over as I set my heart on one day building a house made out of willow branches. I would grow my own vegetables and finally enjoy the freedom and beauty of nature.
However, I was lucky to still be in the Marine Corps. For, I had no one who really cared about me, and most likely, nowhere else to work and live as a civilian. So, I gave great thought on where I would begin my new life as a U.S. Marine. After several weeks of research and deliberating, I had decided on a Marine Corps base located in the state of Hawaii. More specifically, it was the Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station located on the northside of the Island of Oahu.
In doing my initial research, I was impressed with Kaneohe's history. Nicknamed "Bamboo Husband", Kaneohe was home to the early rulers (the ali' nui) of the Hawaiian Kingdom. This was a lush area containing thirty royal fishponds. But, what really attracted me to Kaneohe was its "Secret Island". Obscured from view by vegetation that lined the Kamehameha Highway, it was deemed inaccessible to the public due to its location on the other side of the Moli'i pond.
My dream was to one day discover a way to safely access the Secret Island and, in time, make it my home for the rest of my life. My nightmares had stopped, and my vivid dreams had temporarily taken over as I set my heart on one day building a house made out of willow branches. I would grow my own vegetables and finally enjoy the freedom and beauty of nature.
Chapter One
Boarding a United Airlines flight at the Baltimore / Washington airport, with no one to say goodbye to, it was surprisingly, a bittersweet moment. I did not like Dorothea, or even respect her, even though I had been staying with her while I was on leave from the Marine Corps. I wanted to just get away and begin my new life in Hawaii. But, I had grown a deep fondness for her elementary school-aged daughter. In her car seat, as a toddler, she had sustained moderate injuries, and severe burns on her face, from an auto accident which her parents had while intoxicated. This little insecure girl was always picked on and made fun of at school, and in the neighborhood, where she grew up. I gave my heart to her. I did my best to mollycoddle her as much as possible in the little time we had with each other. I was hopeful my caring for her would help to relieve maybe a portion of the deep hurt inside of this precious innocent child.
However, the closer the United Airlines 747 jet got to Hawaii, the more excited I became. Upon arrival at the Honolulu International airport, I was greeted with a warm "Aloha" from a beautiful Polynesian woman who embraced me and welcomed me with a fresh Hawaiian lei. If for just a moment, I felt very special.
But, in the early days of my time at the Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station, I made some very poor decisions. I had taken a fall since I first developed my treasured dream of one day leading a secluded life on Kaneohe's Secret Island. The Secret Island turned out to be nothing more than a storyline of four runaway children who built a life for themselves there. In reality, sadly enough, Kaneohe's Secret Island was just another tourist attraction.
So, I had to find some other constructive activity during my off-duty hours.
I thought it might do me well to take up bowling again. The base bowling center had a top-notch reputation. Momentarily, I thought back to my days when, as a teenager, back east, I won the Maryland Juniors' State Singles title. I wondered if I could possibly live out a new dream as a professional bowler.
However, the closer the United Airlines 747 jet got to Hawaii, the more excited I became. Upon arrival at the Honolulu International airport, I was greeted with a warm "Aloha" from a beautiful Polynesian woman who embraced me and welcomed me with a fresh Hawaiian lei. If for just a moment, I felt very special.
But, in the early days of my time at the Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station, I made some very poor decisions. I had taken a fall since I first developed my treasured dream of one day leading a secluded life on Kaneohe's Secret Island. The Secret Island turned out to be nothing more than a storyline of four runaway children who built a life for themselves there. In reality, sadly enough, Kaneohe's Secret Island was just another tourist attraction.
So, I had to find some other constructive activity during my off-duty hours.
I thought it might do me well to take up bowling again. The base bowling center had a top-notch reputation. Momentarily, I thought back to my days when, as a teenager, back east, I won the Maryland Juniors' State Singles title. I wondered if I could possibly live out a new dream as a professional bowler.
Chapter Two
Breaking The No Woman Rule
Breaking The No Woman Rule
I certainly had made bad choices in women when I lived back on the east coast. My first wife definitely fit the bill of a scarlet woman.
While the Marine Corps had put me on two extended overseas deployments, my wife was back in Baltimore getting pregnant by three different men. After each birth, she was bold enough to send me messages via the Red Cross that my wife and newborn child were both doing well. When I cut off support in excess of that which I was obligated to pay monthly per military regulations, my wife and her legal aid attorney threatened to charge me with non-support and abandonment of family. In response to their threat, I had attempted multiple times to divorce my wife on grounds of adultery. I then filed the legal paperwork to contest the state of Maryland's contention that the children born of our marriage were, in fact, not my biological children. But, a knavish and cunning woman, such as my wife, and her welfare lawyer effectively stalemated any legal proceedings that I would file in the coming months. Next, they formally charged me with non-support and abandonment of family. After one court appearance, where I was acquitted of the charges, it was then that I hightailed it to Hawaii.
Once in Hawaii, I had made a solemn promise to myself that I was through with women. I would refuse to trust any woman, and I would definitely not have any sexual affairs.
I had only been on the Island for several months when I met Teri in a mixed bowling league at the K-Bay bowling center. She was at least fifteen years my elder. She seemed like a very nice lady. So, when we finished bowling, Teri invited me out for a few drinks. Surprising myself, I accepted her invitation. But, I made it clear to Teri that this get together would only be as friends. She was definitely in agreement.
We left the base in her luxury 1974 Ford LTD. We arrived at a small bar in Kaneohe called the Tiki Lounge. It was a great little place for a couple to have drinks and conversations. Teri and I told each other a good bit about our pasts. At 2AM, and both of us still going strong, the bartender told us it was time to shut down for the night.
I got kind of nervous when Teri told me she lived close to the Tiki Lounge. She invited me to spend the night. But, she was quick to say, I'll fix the couch up for you. In the morning I'll fix you a nice breakfast and then I'll get you back to the base in time for your morning formation. I said, "Teri, how did you know about a company formation every morning in the Marines?". She laughed, and then said, "I've lived here in the Hawaiian Islands my entire life. I've worked at the Kaneohe Marine Air Station's post exchange for many years.
In finishing our last drink, I asked Teri, in kind of a smart ass tone, "So, how have you survived as a white woman in a place like Hawaii where locals hate haoles." Teri got an angry look on her face and said, "I"m not a haole! As she started to calm down, Teri told me that her descendants emigrated from Portugal to Hawaii in the late 1800's. She added that most of the family since then have lived on the Hawaiian Island of Kauai. As the bartender was politely urging us to leave the bar, it seemed like Teri was getting mad at me all over again. Teri said, abruptly, "We are not peasants! My grandfather served in the Army and survived the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Our skin color may be light, but, no one in my family is a haole."
I felt insulted. I called her a dumb old bitch and abruptly left the bar. In the middle of the night, I walked miles back to the Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station.
We didn't speak for the next year or so, even though we frequently came across each other in our bowling leagues on the base.
During that time I had gone on a binge of having sex with women in my bowling leagues whose husbands were deployed overseas. In an ignorant kind of way, I felt like I was getting even with all the men my wife had bedded down with during my overseas deployments.
There was Marty with whom I had a sexual affair for several months. She was the wife of a deployed chief petty officer. Marty was a league secretary / treasurer of several different bowling leagues. She was accused of misappropriation of funds by intentionally, and unlawfully using league prize money for purposes not authorized by the league president and vice-president. In the complaint, I was named as an accomplice.
Marty was found to be culpable on all counts. She was suspended as a sanctioned member from the American Bowling Congress (ABC) for a period of five years. She received a lifetime ban from holding another office in both the ABC and the WIBC (Women's International Bowling Congress) organizations, respectively. I was cleared of any wrongdoing and / or knowledge of the theft(s) taking place. However, I decided to pay for all the missing league funds. I immediately dumped Marty and told her I had better never see her again inside of the Kaneohe Bay bowling lanes.
Next, was Bertie. A former friend of Marty who was disgusted with her after finding out that she was a confirmed thief. Bertie, also a bowler, whose husband was also deployed, held a small party in base housing after Marty was thrown out of sanctioned bowling. After the other guests had left for the night, Bertie and I had a one-time only passionate evening together.
And then on another bowling league, there came Rose. A wondrous woman who had been physically and psychologically abused by her husband. He too was deployed, and known to be cheating on his wife when the Marines visited liberty ports. The moment the eyes of Rose and I met, there was a sense of liveliness and excitement in our eyes. After bowling that night, we went back to her place in base housing and made love for hours in a way I had never experienced before in my life. She never took her eyes off me for a second. It was a most tender and romantic night. In the morning, when we awakened, still in the arms of each other, Rose went out into her kitchen and made me one dynamite Mexican breakfast.
She made me eggs, beans, salsa, and tortillas. The flavor of her food sent me into a frenzy. She had added ingredients like chorizo, crispy bacon, and cuts of link sausage. She also used some of her secret Mexican flavors that truly made her food an epic experience.
Rose and I met on the second night of her husband's scheduled six month deployment. We were together five of those six months. Rose worked at the Kaneohe post exchange administrative offices. I made it a point to have lunch with her every day, no matter what I had to do to get there. Both Rose and I knew we were in a loving relationship. But, it was almost over. Her husband, a big burly Samoan staff sergeant, was due back from deployment in just a few weeks.
Rose and I were making the most of what little time we had remaining with each other. One evening, in the middle of making love, Rose and I heard this violent banging on the front door. Rose went to peek out of the corner of the living room window to see who this was banging on the door. She came running back to the bedroom. "Oh, my God! It's my husband! He must have come back on an advanced party. Get in the closet, honey, and stay there until he goes to sleep. It shouldn't be too long. He's probably drunk."
I was hidden in the bedroom closet for over three hours. I was forced to listen to Rose cry and beg her husband to not be so rough with her. But, he only laughed and continued on his course of sexually abusing his wife. I wanted to come out and protect her, but it would probably only have ended with him killing both of us either then or later, and I couldn't risk endangering our lives any further. When Rose's husband finally passed out, we said our goodbyes to one another. We were both sobbing. Rose made it clear we could never see each other again. She was convinced that her husband would absolutely murder both of us.
Next, there was Patricia. The wife of a Marine Gunnery Sergeant. Patricia loved to bowl, but, her husband did not. They had two teenage daughters. Their marriage was strained due to the fact on another recent deployment, her husband brought home a social disease to his wife.
Once Patricia showed me a medical document that she was clear of any social disease, Patricia and I slept together at her base housing home only after bowling night. We liked each other and we kept our one night a week meeting all the way up to when her husband was due to return from his deployment.
I wasn't surprised when Patricia's husband paid me a visit. After all, I figured Patricia's daughters were going to rat-out their mother for having a sexual affair. The Gunnery Sergeant was in uniform when he walked uninvited into my office. He said, "If I cared more about my wife than my career as a Marine, I'd beat your fucking ass." I replied, "You might try." Patricia's husband turned around and left my office. I never heard from either one of them again.
Several weeks later at the bowling alley, I was startled. Teri decided to speak to me. She said, "I thought you didn't have sex with women. I hear you have your own line of alley girls." I walked away from Teri. But, she followed me into the bowlers' rear area. "I hear you were with a Navy chief's wife. You were also involved in helping her steal money from the bowling league's prize fund? How about having a sexual affair with a Gunnery sergeant's wife while her teenage kids were in the house? And, I heard about other women too. How many alley girls did you have?" Again, I walked away from her. After I had finished my league bowling I went up to the bowling alley's snack bar. I kind of cringed when I saw Teri walk in and come towards me..
She ordered us both a beer. She apologized in the manner she had talked to me. I did the same. But, I had admitted to Teri that I did, in fact, have sex with women who were married to Marines who were deployed overseas. I told Teri, with the exception of one of those women, the rest were just my personal sperm receptacles. Teri replied, "Well I'm really glad you and I never had sex." I replied, "Yes, so am I."
Slowly, Teri let the misogynistic label wear off me and then our friendship really began to blossom. We learned so much about the other in storytelling our dreadful pasts. Teri and I had one major thing in common, neither one of us wanted our life to end as a story of tragedy.
Teri invited me to take a weekend off and go with her to Kauai to meet her family. But, she warned me that her family was not living in the same age that we are accustomed to in our modern ways of life. But, when I told Teri how I came to Hawaii with the intent of a new life, with the dream of living alone in Kaneohe's Secret Island, she knew that I may well fit in quite well with her family elders.
It was unexpected when Teri had a pair of tickets to fly us, round trip, from Oahu to Kauai for less than one-hundred dollars. I was pleasantly surprised when arriving at her father's home. He lived with his wife in a small plantation house. I got the complete tour. In their living room was a desk, two rocking chairs, and a cabinet that was made into a religious shrine. The kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom were pretty much standard Hawaiian decor.
I was kind of amazed how a family of what I had assumed to be plantation workers could possibly afford this scaled-down plantation home, No doubt Teri's parents loved to live a life of long ago, but, this certainly did not mean that they were poor. After working many years in the sugar cane fields as both a foreman and a mechanic, Teri's father bought a huge outside oven that he had installed in his backyard. They got cash-rich by making homemade bread. Teri's dad featured making a Portuguese sweet bread. In the Hawaiian Islands the bread was known as Pao Doce. It was the best bread since I had eaten my grandmother's homemade bread a decade ago. Teri's father began baking the bread with a hard-boiled egg in the middle of each loaf of bread. The egg symbolized a new life and the resurrection of Christ.
Teri had talked to her Dad a good bit about me. In the end, Teri told me that my Hawaiian dream was waiting on me on the Island of Kauai. It gave me a lot to think about. Meanwhile, as Teri and I grew closer in our friendship, we still had no romantic feelings towards each other. But, the mutual trust we had developed was nothing short of remarkable.
People back at the K-Bay bowling center took for granted that Teri and I were a couple. I guess to some degree that was true. However, the closest we would ever come to sharing passion was a periodic hug, or holding hands when we were walking side by side. This was never going to lead us to a passionate relationship, and we both knew it. And, we were both okay with these circumstances.
While the Marine Corps had put me on two extended overseas deployments, my wife was back in Baltimore getting pregnant by three different men. After each birth, she was bold enough to send me messages via the Red Cross that my wife and newborn child were both doing well. When I cut off support in excess of that which I was obligated to pay monthly per military regulations, my wife and her legal aid attorney threatened to charge me with non-support and abandonment of family. In response to their threat, I had attempted multiple times to divorce my wife on grounds of adultery. I then filed the legal paperwork to contest the state of Maryland's contention that the children born of our marriage were, in fact, not my biological children. But, a knavish and cunning woman, such as my wife, and her welfare lawyer effectively stalemated any legal proceedings that I would file in the coming months. Next, they formally charged me with non-support and abandonment of family. After one court appearance, where I was acquitted of the charges, it was then that I hightailed it to Hawaii.
Once in Hawaii, I had made a solemn promise to myself that I was through with women. I would refuse to trust any woman, and I would definitely not have any sexual affairs.
I had only been on the Island for several months when I met Teri in a mixed bowling league at the K-Bay bowling center. She was at least fifteen years my elder. She seemed like a very nice lady. So, when we finished bowling, Teri invited me out for a few drinks. Surprising myself, I accepted her invitation. But, I made it clear to Teri that this get together would only be as friends. She was definitely in agreement.
We left the base in her luxury 1974 Ford LTD. We arrived at a small bar in Kaneohe called the Tiki Lounge. It was a great little place for a couple to have drinks and conversations. Teri and I told each other a good bit about our pasts. At 2AM, and both of us still going strong, the bartender told us it was time to shut down for the night.
I got kind of nervous when Teri told me she lived close to the Tiki Lounge. She invited me to spend the night. But, she was quick to say, I'll fix the couch up for you. In the morning I'll fix you a nice breakfast and then I'll get you back to the base in time for your morning formation. I said, "Teri, how did you know about a company formation every morning in the Marines?". She laughed, and then said, "I've lived here in the Hawaiian Islands my entire life. I've worked at the Kaneohe Marine Air Station's post exchange for many years.
In finishing our last drink, I asked Teri, in kind of a smart ass tone, "So, how have you survived as a white woman in a place like Hawaii where locals hate haoles." Teri got an angry look on her face and said, "I"m not a haole! As she started to calm down, Teri told me that her descendants emigrated from Portugal to Hawaii in the late 1800's. She added that most of the family since then have lived on the Hawaiian Island of Kauai. As the bartender was politely urging us to leave the bar, it seemed like Teri was getting mad at me all over again. Teri said, abruptly, "We are not peasants! My grandfather served in the Army and survived the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Our skin color may be light, but, no one in my family is a haole."
I felt insulted. I called her a dumb old bitch and abruptly left the bar. In the middle of the night, I walked miles back to the Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Station.
We didn't speak for the next year or so, even though we frequently came across each other in our bowling leagues on the base.
During that time I had gone on a binge of having sex with women in my bowling leagues whose husbands were deployed overseas. In an ignorant kind of way, I felt like I was getting even with all the men my wife had bedded down with during my overseas deployments.
There was Marty with whom I had a sexual affair for several months. She was the wife of a deployed chief petty officer. Marty was a league secretary / treasurer of several different bowling leagues. She was accused of misappropriation of funds by intentionally, and unlawfully using league prize money for purposes not authorized by the league president and vice-president. In the complaint, I was named as an accomplice.
Marty was found to be culpable on all counts. She was suspended as a sanctioned member from the American Bowling Congress (ABC) for a period of five years. She received a lifetime ban from holding another office in both the ABC and the WIBC (Women's International Bowling Congress) organizations, respectively. I was cleared of any wrongdoing and / or knowledge of the theft(s) taking place. However, I decided to pay for all the missing league funds. I immediately dumped Marty and told her I had better never see her again inside of the Kaneohe Bay bowling lanes.
Next, was Bertie. A former friend of Marty who was disgusted with her after finding out that she was a confirmed thief. Bertie, also a bowler, whose husband was also deployed, held a small party in base housing after Marty was thrown out of sanctioned bowling. After the other guests had left for the night, Bertie and I had a one-time only passionate evening together.
And then on another bowling league, there came Rose. A wondrous woman who had been physically and psychologically abused by her husband. He too was deployed, and known to be cheating on his wife when the Marines visited liberty ports. The moment the eyes of Rose and I met, there was a sense of liveliness and excitement in our eyes. After bowling that night, we went back to her place in base housing and made love for hours in a way I had never experienced before in my life. She never took her eyes off me for a second. It was a most tender and romantic night. In the morning, when we awakened, still in the arms of each other, Rose went out into her kitchen and made me one dynamite Mexican breakfast.
She made me eggs, beans, salsa, and tortillas. The flavor of her food sent me into a frenzy. She had added ingredients like chorizo, crispy bacon, and cuts of link sausage. She also used some of her secret Mexican flavors that truly made her food an epic experience.
Rose and I met on the second night of her husband's scheduled six month deployment. We were together five of those six months. Rose worked at the Kaneohe post exchange administrative offices. I made it a point to have lunch with her every day, no matter what I had to do to get there. Both Rose and I knew we were in a loving relationship. But, it was almost over. Her husband, a big burly Samoan staff sergeant, was due back from deployment in just a few weeks.
Rose and I were making the most of what little time we had remaining with each other. One evening, in the middle of making love, Rose and I heard this violent banging on the front door. Rose went to peek out of the corner of the living room window to see who this was banging on the door. She came running back to the bedroom. "Oh, my God! It's my husband! He must have come back on an advanced party. Get in the closet, honey, and stay there until he goes to sleep. It shouldn't be too long. He's probably drunk."
I was hidden in the bedroom closet for over three hours. I was forced to listen to Rose cry and beg her husband to not be so rough with her. But, he only laughed and continued on his course of sexually abusing his wife. I wanted to come out and protect her, but it would probably only have ended with him killing both of us either then or later, and I couldn't risk endangering our lives any further. When Rose's husband finally passed out, we said our goodbyes to one another. We were both sobbing. Rose made it clear we could never see each other again. She was convinced that her husband would absolutely murder both of us.
Next, there was Patricia. The wife of a Marine Gunnery Sergeant. Patricia loved to bowl, but, her husband did not. They had two teenage daughters. Their marriage was strained due to the fact on another recent deployment, her husband brought home a social disease to his wife.
Once Patricia showed me a medical document that she was clear of any social disease, Patricia and I slept together at her base housing home only after bowling night. We liked each other and we kept our one night a week meeting all the way up to when her husband was due to return from his deployment.
I wasn't surprised when Patricia's husband paid me a visit. After all, I figured Patricia's daughters were going to rat-out their mother for having a sexual affair. The Gunnery Sergeant was in uniform when he walked uninvited into my office. He said, "If I cared more about my wife than my career as a Marine, I'd beat your fucking ass." I replied, "You might try." Patricia's husband turned around and left my office. I never heard from either one of them again.
Several weeks later at the bowling alley, I was startled. Teri decided to speak to me. She said, "I thought you didn't have sex with women. I hear you have your own line of alley girls." I walked away from Teri. But, she followed me into the bowlers' rear area. "I hear you were with a Navy chief's wife. You were also involved in helping her steal money from the bowling league's prize fund? How about having a sexual affair with a Gunnery sergeant's wife while her teenage kids were in the house? And, I heard about other women too. How many alley girls did you have?" Again, I walked away from her. After I had finished my league bowling I went up to the bowling alley's snack bar. I kind of cringed when I saw Teri walk in and come towards me..
She ordered us both a beer. She apologized in the manner she had talked to me. I did the same. But, I had admitted to Teri that I did, in fact, have sex with women who were married to Marines who were deployed overseas. I told Teri, with the exception of one of those women, the rest were just my personal sperm receptacles. Teri replied, "Well I'm really glad you and I never had sex." I replied, "Yes, so am I."
Slowly, Teri let the misogynistic label wear off me and then our friendship really began to blossom. We learned so much about the other in storytelling our dreadful pasts. Teri and I had one major thing in common, neither one of us wanted our life to end as a story of tragedy.
Teri invited me to take a weekend off and go with her to Kauai to meet her family. But, she warned me that her family was not living in the same age that we are accustomed to in our modern ways of life. But, when I told Teri how I came to Hawaii with the intent of a new life, with the dream of living alone in Kaneohe's Secret Island, she knew that I may well fit in quite well with her family elders.
It was unexpected when Teri had a pair of tickets to fly us, round trip, from Oahu to Kauai for less than one-hundred dollars. I was pleasantly surprised when arriving at her father's home. He lived with his wife in a small plantation house. I got the complete tour. In their living room was a desk, two rocking chairs, and a cabinet that was made into a religious shrine. The kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom were pretty much standard Hawaiian decor.
I was kind of amazed how a family of what I had assumed to be plantation workers could possibly afford this scaled-down plantation home, No doubt Teri's parents loved to live a life of long ago, but, this certainly did not mean that they were poor. After working many years in the sugar cane fields as both a foreman and a mechanic, Teri's father bought a huge outside oven that he had installed in his backyard. They got cash-rich by making homemade bread. Teri's dad featured making a Portuguese sweet bread. In the Hawaiian Islands the bread was known as Pao Doce. It was the best bread since I had eaten my grandmother's homemade bread a decade ago. Teri's father began baking the bread with a hard-boiled egg in the middle of each loaf of bread. The egg symbolized a new life and the resurrection of Christ.
Teri had talked to her Dad a good bit about me. In the end, Teri told me that my Hawaiian dream was waiting on me on the Island of Kauai. It gave me a lot to think about. Meanwhile, as Teri and I grew closer in our friendship, we still had no romantic feelings towards each other. But, the mutual trust we had developed was nothing short of remarkable.
People back at the K-Bay bowling center took for granted that Teri and I were a couple. I guess to some degree that was true. However, the closest we would ever come to sharing passion was a periodic hug, or holding hands when we were walking side by side. This was never going to lead us to a passionate relationship, and we both knew it. And, we were both okay with these circumstances.
Chapter Three
Teri's Arranged Marriage
Teri's Arranged Marriage
As the trust between between Teri and I grew, she was anxious to tell me why she had become an independent, motherless woman who would not indulge in sex with anyone. I was certainly curious to know. But, before Teri would tell me, she made me promise I would never tell her private story to anyone. I agreed to hold that promise true.
In the mid-1950's, at the age of sixteen, Teri's father pledged his only daughter, Teri, as a bride to a successful Portuguese man. Francisco was approximately thirty years Teri's elder. Teri wanted nothing to do with an arranged marriage, but, her father gave her no choice. Teri's father immediately paid for the marriage in full before he had even made any kind of a notification to her. The truth was, Teri was to become the property of Francisco in just three weeks.
But, two nights later, Teri had taken a handful of her father's cash money, packed a small suitcase of her most personal and favored possessions, and ran away from home. Before anyone knew it, Teri had bought a ticket to travel by boat to the Island of Oahu. However, she never stopped to realize that the distance between Oahu and Kauai is approximately ninety nautical miles. Teri's journey, being quite rough at times, would take about eighteen hours.
This is where Teri would meet what would turn out to be a lifelong friend. Her name was Shirley, a haole, who lived in Honolulu, Hawaii. Shirley was much older than Teri.
Upon the arrival in Honolulu Harbor, Shirley did not want to leave Teri alone on the streets of Honolulu. So, Shirley invited Teri to come stay with her at her eighth floor highrise apartment that partially overlooked, from a distance, Waikiki beach, and the beauty of the Pacific Ocean.
Shirley had a well-paying job. She had been recently promoted to marketing director for the Marine Corps post exchange system in Hawaii. This is precisely how Teri, underage and all, got her start at the post exchange system at the Kaneohe Bay Marine Corps Air Station.
After six months on the job, it was unbeknown to Teri that Francisco had not forgotten about her. He had been on Oahu gathering all the personal information he could about Teri. In the below ground parking garage of Shirley's apartment building, on one early morning, Teri was abducted by Francisco. She screamed for help, but most likely, no one heard her loud voice begging for help. Francisco brutally raped Teri. She was so scared to see herself bleeding. She thought maybe she was hemorrhaging from somewhere in her genital tract.
Francisco was not quite done with Teri. Before he stabbed her twice in the abdomen, and partially gouged out her left eye, Francisco told Teri that she had not only betrayed him, but, as well, her father, and the Portuguese culture. After finishing with his brutal attack on Teri, Francisco said, "Your name is not Teri. It is Teresinha. You belong to me."
Shirley made sure that Teri had filed multiple felony charges against Francisco. He was arrested before he could venture back to Kauai. While in jail, Francisco was murdered by another inmate. Ironically, among other fatal injuries, Francisco's left eye had been gouged from its socket. Teri believed Shirley had Francisco hit in retaliation for his attack on her. But, Teri never once inquired about the Francisco murder. She was just glad he was dead.
Teri was very self-conscious about her glass eye. But, I assured Teri that I could hardly tell, even when looking very closely at her eyes that she had a prosthetic eye. Shirley had paid a huge sum of money for Teri to have an operation that could make her eyes look normal. During surgery, Teri's surgeon had put hollow half spheres that fit over her non-working left eye. The muscles that controlled the natural eye were attached to an implant that supported her prosthetic eye. This allowed Teri's left eye to move with her right eye.
Teri's father, for years, begged her to forgive him for setting her up with an arranged marriage. But, Teri would have nothing to do with her father until Shirley finally convinced her to make amends with her father. In time, Teri was thrilled to have her father back in her life.
Teri's father just loved Shirley. However, Teri's mother was not so fond of Shirley.
In the mid-1950's, at the age of sixteen, Teri's father pledged his only daughter, Teri, as a bride to a successful Portuguese man. Francisco was approximately thirty years Teri's elder. Teri wanted nothing to do with an arranged marriage, but, her father gave her no choice. Teri's father immediately paid for the marriage in full before he had even made any kind of a notification to her. The truth was, Teri was to become the property of Francisco in just three weeks.
But, two nights later, Teri had taken a handful of her father's cash money, packed a small suitcase of her most personal and favored possessions, and ran away from home. Before anyone knew it, Teri had bought a ticket to travel by boat to the Island of Oahu. However, she never stopped to realize that the distance between Oahu and Kauai is approximately ninety nautical miles. Teri's journey, being quite rough at times, would take about eighteen hours.
This is where Teri would meet what would turn out to be a lifelong friend. Her name was Shirley, a haole, who lived in Honolulu, Hawaii. Shirley was much older than Teri.
Upon the arrival in Honolulu Harbor, Shirley did not want to leave Teri alone on the streets of Honolulu. So, Shirley invited Teri to come stay with her at her eighth floor highrise apartment that partially overlooked, from a distance, Waikiki beach, and the beauty of the Pacific Ocean.
Shirley had a well-paying job. She had been recently promoted to marketing director for the Marine Corps post exchange system in Hawaii. This is precisely how Teri, underage and all, got her start at the post exchange system at the Kaneohe Bay Marine Corps Air Station.
After six months on the job, it was unbeknown to Teri that Francisco had not forgotten about her. He had been on Oahu gathering all the personal information he could about Teri. In the below ground parking garage of Shirley's apartment building, on one early morning, Teri was abducted by Francisco. She screamed for help, but most likely, no one heard her loud voice begging for help. Francisco brutally raped Teri. She was so scared to see herself bleeding. She thought maybe she was hemorrhaging from somewhere in her genital tract.
Francisco was not quite done with Teri. Before he stabbed her twice in the abdomen, and partially gouged out her left eye, Francisco told Teri that she had not only betrayed him, but, as well, her father, and the Portuguese culture. After finishing with his brutal attack on Teri, Francisco said, "Your name is not Teri. It is Teresinha. You belong to me."
Shirley made sure that Teri had filed multiple felony charges against Francisco. He was arrested before he could venture back to Kauai. While in jail, Francisco was murdered by another inmate. Ironically, among other fatal injuries, Francisco's left eye had been gouged from its socket. Teri believed Shirley had Francisco hit in retaliation for his attack on her. But, Teri never once inquired about the Francisco murder. She was just glad he was dead.
Teri was very self-conscious about her glass eye. But, I assured Teri that I could hardly tell, even when looking very closely at her eyes that she had a prosthetic eye. Shirley had paid a huge sum of money for Teri to have an operation that could make her eyes look normal. During surgery, Teri's surgeon had put hollow half spheres that fit over her non-working left eye. The muscles that controlled the natural eye were attached to an implant that supported her prosthetic eye. This allowed Teri's left eye to move with her right eye.
Teri's father, for years, begged her to forgive him for setting her up with an arranged marriage. But, Teri would have nothing to do with her father until Shirley finally convinced her to make amends with her father. In time, Teri was thrilled to have her father back in her life.
Teri's father just loved Shirley. However, Teri's mother was not so fond of Shirley.
Chapter Four
The Final Days Of Teri And Brad
The Final Days Of Teri And Brad
I always had the suspicion that Shirley didn't want me anywhere around Teri. While on the surface it appeared that Teri had become independent of Shirley, there was no doubt Teri and Shirley were still good friends. But, there was that little red flag that was warning me that Shirley still had quite a bit of influence over Teri.
At this point I wasn't too concerned. Teri and I were still taking periodic weekend trips back to Kauai to visit her family. We would sit close to each other when dining, and we'd still hold hands when walking together. And while, back at our hotel, we still shared the same room, and the same bed, there was never any kissing or other sexual type of relations.
Overall, I was quite happy with the boon friend arrangement Teri and I had made. I certainly thought I had foresightedness about my future. I was planning on reenlisting once again in the Marine Corps as long as my contract would keep me stationed in Hawaii.
I also had a backup plan. There was a new life supposedly waiting for me, as a civilian on the Island of Kauai. Teri's father had offered me a good paying job with housing benefits in helping to manage his bakery. Additionally, he was all for Teri and I becoming a couple.
But, three weeks later at bowling, there was this woman during league competition who violated lane courtesy as I was preparing for my shot at the pins. I gave her a dirty look. She stepped back off the bowler's approach. After bowling, the woman came over to me and apologized for distracting me. I said it was okay. I saw Shirley giving me the evil eye as I continued talking with this lady.
Sparks flew almost immediately between the two of us. Her name was Michi, and she wasn't married. She had a good job, was intelligent, and was certainly interested in getting to know me. She had been telling me of playing golf recently on Maui. It was the week prior to Thanksgiving and I had started to make plans to play golf with her on the Friday of the holiday weekend. But, I knew nothing about golf. So, I talked to a friend about teaching me the basics, but in the end, I was still uneasy in the likelihood of embarrassing myself. So I didn't call Michi with the final details of our date.
But, the next week, after bowling, Michi in a conversation decided to throw out, "I'm going into town for a drink if anyone wants to come along." Besides me, another Marine said he wanted to come. But, moments later I pulled that Marine aside and told him, "You keep your hands off her, that's the woman I'm going to marry."
I was quite sure Shirley went back and told Teri everything that she knew about my meeting with this woman. But, Teri didn't seem to mind. Maybe she thought my intents with Michi was just a sexual thing like it had been with most of my past alley girls. Teri would have been wrong. Michi and I were falling in love. I was clueless on why Teri did not pickup on the deep affections Michi and I had developed for each other. However, it appeared that Teri had absolutely no hostilities towards either me or Michi.
It was only the 19th of December when I asked Michi to marry me. We were to be married on the bandstand at Iolani Palace in downtown Waikiki, the last residence of Hawaiian royalty. Michi had invited her parents, friends and coworkers to the ceremony. I had only invited Teri to the wedding ceremony. She was to be my best woman.
Our wedding was originally scheduled for Valentines Day, but when Teri told me she could not attend on that date, Michi and I rescheduled our wedding for one week earlier.
One of the greatest shocks in my lifetime was, my best friend, Teri, who I trusted immeasurably, betraying me by not coming to my wedding. Teri never gave me an advance warning, nor did she ever provide an explanation after the fact. But, I was quite sure Shirley had great influence in this double-dealing taking place.
Teri and I were never to speak again. Michi and I, with the normal lumps and bumps in a marriage, have lived happily ever after.
At this point I wasn't too concerned. Teri and I were still taking periodic weekend trips back to Kauai to visit her family. We would sit close to each other when dining, and we'd still hold hands when walking together. And while, back at our hotel, we still shared the same room, and the same bed, there was never any kissing or other sexual type of relations.
Overall, I was quite happy with the boon friend arrangement Teri and I had made. I certainly thought I had foresightedness about my future. I was planning on reenlisting once again in the Marine Corps as long as my contract would keep me stationed in Hawaii.
I also had a backup plan. There was a new life supposedly waiting for me, as a civilian on the Island of Kauai. Teri's father had offered me a good paying job with housing benefits in helping to manage his bakery. Additionally, he was all for Teri and I becoming a couple.
But, three weeks later at bowling, there was this woman during league competition who violated lane courtesy as I was preparing for my shot at the pins. I gave her a dirty look. She stepped back off the bowler's approach. After bowling, the woman came over to me and apologized for distracting me. I said it was okay. I saw Shirley giving me the evil eye as I continued talking with this lady.
Sparks flew almost immediately between the two of us. Her name was Michi, and she wasn't married. She had a good job, was intelligent, and was certainly interested in getting to know me. She had been telling me of playing golf recently on Maui. It was the week prior to Thanksgiving and I had started to make plans to play golf with her on the Friday of the holiday weekend. But, I knew nothing about golf. So, I talked to a friend about teaching me the basics, but in the end, I was still uneasy in the likelihood of embarrassing myself. So I didn't call Michi with the final details of our date.
But, the next week, after bowling, Michi in a conversation decided to throw out, "I'm going into town for a drink if anyone wants to come along." Besides me, another Marine said he wanted to come. But, moments later I pulled that Marine aside and told him, "You keep your hands off her, that's the woman I'm going to marry."
I was quite sure Shirley went back and told Teri everything that she knew about my meeting with this woman. But, Teri didn't seem to mind. Maybe she thought my intents with Michi was just a sexual thing like it had been with most of my past alley girls. Teri would have been wrong. Michi and I were falling in love. I was clueless on why Teri did not pickup on the deep affections Michi and I had developed for each other. However, it appeared that Teri had absolutely no hostilities towards either me or Michi.
It was only the 19th of December when I asked Michi to marry me. We were to be married on the bandstand at Iolani Palace in downtown Waikiki, the last residence of Hawaiian royalty. Michi had invited her parents, friends and coworkers to the ceremony. I had only invited Teri to the wedding ceremony. She was to be my best woman.
Our wedding was originally scheduled for Valentines Day, but when Teri told me she could not attend on that date, Michi and I rescheduled our wedding for one week earlier.
One of the greatest shocks in my lifetime was, my best friend, Teri, who I trusted immeasurably, betraying me by not coming to my wedding. Teri never gave me an advance warning, nor did she ever provide an explanation after the fact. But, I was quite sure Shirley had great influence in this double-dealing taking place.
Teri and I were never to speak again. Michi and I, with the normal lumps and bumps in a marriage, have lived happily ever after.
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