"I'm Peter MacDonald. I'm an island boy myself, though I'm from Hilo Hawaii, on the Big Island. You've probably never heard of it." At the time, I thought her enthusiasm was cute, but she cut herself off so fast. "I'm going to hold you to what you said. I could use a guide around the island, if your not to busy that is. When is your day off?" I was afraid myself, that I have overstepped my boundaries, asking a complete stranger when her day off was, but I could not help myself.

The food was as good as she had promised, and the chips were excellent. I made short work of my meal while we talked. It is meals like that which have lead me to my current predicament. She always tells me that I'm silly, and that a little weight does not matter, but I'm still self conscious of it, when she is so fit. It's probably all of that hiking which keeps her so trim.

Anyway, I am getting off topic again. i expected her to shot me down. I certainly did not expect that she would simply take up with a stranger, and show them her island. Somehow I thought that I would have to convince her, or pay her, or let her do a background check. To my surprise, it was a whole lot easier than that. As it turned out, her day off was tomorrow and she was more than willing to tell me so.