Chapter 42: Sandy’s Prophecy

A few minutes later, Julie was at my elbow with Jason.

“Michael?” she said tentatively. “They want you to come back. Please!”

“What?” I responded, surprised.

“The Kapaemala’s. They want you to come back. Please,” she pleaded, “ ... for me.”

“For you my dear, always,” I said as I smiled warmly at her.

I followed Jason and Julie back to the Kapaemala’s table. Gerald stood and pulled an empty chair from an adjoining table and motioned for me to sit down. Julie and Jason remained standing behind me. I assumed it was so they could hear what my fate was to be.

I decided to check out the Kapaemala’s, so I scanned them.

“Oh, shit!” I thought to myself.

“Mr. Wagner, we have been practicing naturalists for a long time, and I am well aware of Mrs. Kapaemala’s beauty and the reaction she can ... er ... provoke in men. And the same goes for Mikeya and Ileana, especially of late. But in all that time, we have never encountered such a refreshingly honest and amusing reaction as we experienced during your exuberant soliloquy.”

I raised my eyebrows at this interesting compliment, but remained silent.

“If you would be so kind, Mrs. Kapaemala would like to ask you a few questions,” Gerald requested, rather formally. I got that feeling again that there was something he was not saying.

I nodded and looked in Mrs. Kapaemala’s eyes. They were magnificent, and filled me with desire.

“Mr. Wagner, are you always so refreshingly honest?” she asked.

“Mr. Wagner was my father. He passed away two months ago. My friends call me Michael. I hope that you will too. As for my honesty, there is honesty in what we speak, and also honesty in what is omitted. The words I spoke, were as I felt them. Honest and from my heart.”

Mrs. Kapaemala smiled. Mikeya and Ileana looked at me with doe eyes.

“The words that remain unspoken were also honest. Honest in my attraction to each of you, and my appreciation of your beauty,” I added.

“Please, Michael, I hope you’ll pardon our inquisition, but it is for good reasons,” Mrs. Kapaemala smiled as she continued. “May I ask how old you are?”

“I was sixteen in February,” I answered.

“You said your father passed away two months ago, is your mother here? And may we meet her?” Mrs. Kapaemala asked.

“My mother died two months ago also. They were killed in the same car accident. I am here with my grandmother, my twin sister, and my cousins,” I told her. “I’m sure they would be delighted to meet you.”

“I am so sorry to hear of your parent’s untimely death, and I am also sorry if my questions caused you grief,” Mrs. Kapaemala said genuinely.

“That’s okay. You did not know,” I replied.

I had read her, but what I was sensing wasn’t clear. While some of her thoughts were in English, the majority of them were in a language I did not know, and worse, many were actually mixed. So what I was reading did not entirely make sense, but I was fairly certain they meant me no ill. I also became certain they were hiding something.

“Are you married? Or engaged?” Mrs. Kapaemala asked.

“Er, no, ma’am,” I replied.

“Do you have a special girl?” she asked.

“Oh, yes,” I said, reaching back for Julie.

“This is one of them. The others are all over there,” nodding towards our table. “Except for two who are back in Tennessee.”

“I am sorry, I asked the question poorly. I was trying to find out if you were committed to another,” Mrs. Kapaemala said.

“That’s all right. May I ask you a couple of questions?” I asked.

“Of course,” Mrs. Kapaemala replied as she looked to her daughters with some unspoken signal.

“Why are you hiding your royalty? And why are you looking for someone to bed your daughter, Your Majesty?” I asked.

Mrs. Kapaemala gasped, staring at me without a word. Then she turned and started speaking rapidly to Gerald in a language unknown to me. But I followed some of it due to the English thoughts attached to the emotions.

Gerald looked at me closely.

“Her Majesty would like to know what spirits you speak to.”

“The spirits that give birds their flight and great trees their massive strength. The spirit of the air as it moves the oceans of grasses, gently in its breeze. These are the spirits that speak to me,” I answered.

“Ah! Solakanali. The Spirit of the Sun. The most powerful of all spirits. And Solakanali speaks to you?” she asked with reverence.

“Only when He deems to do so. He is not mine to summons or question. I can only try to do his will,” I said. If anyone had bothered to ask, I had no idea where all this was coming from.

“Ah. So young, yet so wise!” she said in almost a chant.

“My dear Kalani,” I thought to her, “Appearance is only a shadow of what is. I am much older than even you, and I have much to do. Do you have a request of me?”

“Oh!” Kalani said aloud.

“You do not have to speak your thoughts,” I thought to her, “For I can hear the desires of your heart.”

“Such power! Please forgive me, Great One. I have heard the wise ones say they have spoken with the gods, however I have never been graced with the pleasure.” Kalani thought.

“The Spirit is the Great One. I but do his will,” I replied, aloud. “You’re request? Your Majesty.”

“Please, so much has changed. I must speak with the Ratu. May we meet again tomorrow? Please?” she asked reverently.

I stood.

“Until the morrow, Your Majesty, Your Highnesses,” I said as I bowed deeply and turned to go.

Julie just stood there speechless. And she knew of my powers. Poor Jason did not know what to think. I looked back and saw that Kalani was huddled with her daughters. I could not understand their words, but their desire was clear.

Gerald stood staring at me, his eyes narrowed. I looked again, studying him for a moment. It isn’t every day you see a real live eunuch.

I scanned and found Anna in the Pavilion, helping Sandy set up for the dance.

“Anna?” I thought to her.

“What now?” she said testily.

“Whoa! What have I done now?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, Michael. I just found out that Daddy and Aunt Jaye are not coming back until tomorrow. That means the responsibility for this place all falls on Sandy. And since the weekends are so busy, I feel obligated to help.”

“That sounds like a management problem to me,”

“It is. But a certain Empath we both know, seems to have set in motion the changes that sent the majority of the management away for the week!” Anna said with a little laugh.

“Sure. Find a way to blame it on me!” I said with a laugh. I had been heading towards the Pavilion since I located her. Walking up behind her, I hugged her.

“Well, I’m partial to helping nude ranch owners, so what can I do to help?”

“Oh. Would you?” she asked and began to rattle off the list of things needing done for tonight’s dance. I quickly scanned and found the girls, and sent a ‘blast’ thought, kind of like sending a blast e-mail three decades from now, asking if anyone would like to help.

Within minutes, they all started descending on the Pavilion, overwhelming Sandy and Anna with offers to help. Many hands make light work, my father used to say, and before you knew it, everything was done and ready for the dance.

As usual, the girls and I had a great time helping out, and before long, the Pavilion was full as Sammy Kahn and his Twilight Review began playing.

All the girls wanted a dance. When Randi danced with me, she was giddy.

“You seem very happy tonight.”

“I can’t believe it, Michael,” Randi replied excitedly. “They said yes!”

Of course, I had already scanned her and knew what she meant.

“That’s great sweetheart. Did they decide when?” I asked her.

“Tonight. Dad wanted to dance with Mom first. Then we’re going to their room. I’m so excited! I can’t believe mom agreed to it!”

“You’re sure then?” I asked her seriously. “That you want your dad to be your first?”

“We had a long conversation this afternoon and he said he would, but Mom would have to be there, because he hadn’t been with another woman since they became engaged, and he wouldn’t jeopardize their relationship by being with another woman without her there,” she explained.

“And you’re okay with your mom being there?” I asked.

“Julie and Jenny both loved it, so it should be all right. I decided that if they can be open about this, then I will be too,” Randi said happily.

“That’s very mature of you Randi,” I told her.

“Well, they did make me agree to talk to Mom and Grandmother in the morning. I think they’re worried that it might scar me or something,” Randi explained. “I know this probably seems weird to you, and I don’t want to get into all the psychoanalysis crap again, but I really love my Dad.”

“It may be that this is just as new to them as it is to you, Randi. And they are taking every precaution they can to insure you are happy. I’m sure that your folks are trying to be sure that granting you happiness now, doesn’t cause you future pain.”

“All I know is, it’s a dream come true for me. I’m excited and nervous, and I can’t wait!” Randi said, bubbling with excitement. “You know, things sure have changed since you woke up.”

I looked at her, waiting for her to go on.

“I mean, I never even dared to hope I could get the chance to make love to my dad. And I never in a million years thought I’d be dancing naked with you!” she giggled.

“May I cut in?” came a deep male voice over my shoulder.

“Oh, Daddy!” replied Randi as she melted into his arms.

Sarah, who had been with John, switched with her daughter, and closed in my arms. Her eyes became moist as she watched them dance away. I just held her in silence as we danced to the slow song.

Finally, she said to me, “I know it’s considered wrong, but how can anything that makes her so happy really be wrong?”

“Nothing is right or wrong, unless the mind of man makes it so,” I told her. “This is not about the mind. It’s about the heart of a very beautiful and sexy young lady who is seeking the ultimate approval as a woman from the man she admires most.”

Sarah was silent, her head on my shoulder. “When did you become so wise?” she whispered.

I didn’t answer, continuing to dance slowly. As the number wound down she asked, “If it’s necessary, could you do your thing and let me feel them? I mean do you have to be there to do it?”

“Sarah, if you feel you need me, then come get me. But I think you’ll be just fine,” I told her.

“Are you ready?” John asked Sarah as the song ended. Randi had both arms wrapped around his left arm. Her eyes were glistening, and she had a shy grin on her lips.

“You two go ahead, I’ll catch up in a minute,” Sarah told them.

John nodded, and Randi smiled as they headed for the Lodge. Sarah pulled me aside.

“Michael, if we need you, you’ll be there won’t you?” Sarah asked worriedly.

I scanned her. She was afraid she might become sexually over-stimulated and John might be too worn out and that she would get upset and ruin things.

“Didn’t you get enough of me this afternoon?” I asked. I could sense the erotic memories as she re-lived them again.

“I’m not sure that’s possible. But I don’t ever want to go back to being the bitch I was before you straightened me out!” she said as she shuddered.

“Sarah, if you need me, just knock on my door,” I told her. “Just be sure to bring your oil with you!”

“Okay!” she said saucily over her shoulder as she walked away. I smiled when I sensed a shiver run through her body.

Returning to the dance, I looked around for everyone else. Catherine and Liz were sitting with Debbie and Anna at the far end. Candy, Mandy, Nicky, Vickie, and Jenny were sitting at the table next to them. I made my way in that direction.

I saw that Julie was on the dance floor with Jason, so I looked around for his sisters and their mom, but didn’t see them.

As I approached the girl’s table, Liz intercepted me and asked me to dance with her. She led me to where the band was set up, nodding to Sammy Kahn, who nodded back. A moment later, the band switched to ‘Moonlight Serenade’ and we began a waltz. The crowd on the floor fell to the sides and soon we had the floor to ourselves. Liz was an expert ballroom dancer, but the waltz was where she really excelled. I had forgotten how much fun it was to dance with a talented and graceful partner.

All too soon, it ended to enthusiastic applause. Liz was flushed from the exertion, and her smile could have lit up Denver. The band switched to ‘In The Mood’ and Liz asked me if I could swing. I pulled her to me and began a lively quick step. This time a few couples joined us, but we kept the center stage.

I noticed the girls were all standing as they watched us. Finally, as the song ended, I pulled Liz into a dip and kissed her. The girls all screamed and clapped.

The third song, ‘Unforgettable’ saw us in a slower, but much more sweeping waltz, as I paraded her around the floor, trying only to frame her so as to demonstrate her impeccable style and grace. Right as the song ended, the applause erupted in a growing roar. Twirling her once, I used a sweeping gesture, as I motioned to her. The girls, along with many others were screaming and cheering. She indicated me and I bowed quickly, then taking her hand, paraded her once around the floor and finally to her seat as the cheering died.

Liz was quickly surrounded by the family, all congratulating her, and praising the exhibition she had put on. Sandy was soon by her side, adding her words of praise to everyone else’s.

“Liz, that was simply beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone dance like that. Would you and Michael consider giving a group lesson tomorrow evening before the dance? I think people would enjoy the dance more if you would,” Sandy asked her.

“That’s up to Michael. I would be glad to, if he will,” Liz smiled.

“All I did was try to keep up,” I said modestly.

Of course, the girls all had something to say about that, but finally, it was decided that Liz and I would give a quick introductory lesson and then open the dance with another exhibition.

I was headed to the refreshment table at the other end of the Pavilion when I heard her voice.

“That was certainly surprising,” Mrs. Kapaemala said, smiling. “Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“I don’t remember,” I smiled back. “Do you like to dance?”

“I don’t think I’m anywhere near your, how do you say, your heights,” she replied demurely.

“Nonsense! Besides, that was mostly Liz. I just tried to keep up,” I replied.

“Modest too! Oh my!” Kalani said.

“Only the truth for you, Your Majesty,” I replied. “Would you do me the honor?” I asked, bowing to her as the band started another song.

She hesitated, then stood. Like everyone else, she was nude, except for a small cape draped over shoulders, a beautiful gold necklace around her throat, and a pair of high-heeled pumps that looked suspiciously made for dancing. She undid the cape, dropping it on her chair as she took my hand. I led her to the center of the floor, and we began to waltz to Percy Faith’s ‘Moulin Rouge’. Again, we were the only couple on the floor and she was divine.

I smelled a setup.

She was truly incredible, following my lead with poise and skill. I wouldn’t be able to decide later who was really better, because there were subtle differences in their styles. But I know that halfway through, I was fighting to keep Little Mike under control. Fortunately for me, the song ended before I embarrassed myself too badly. However, I was blushing as I walked her back to her daughters, with the crowd once again, applauding.

“Your Majesty, you are absolutely incredible. And once more I have become enamored by your beauty, it seems,” I said, bowing low.

The Princesses both giggled and Mrs. Kapaemala smiled coyly. “Mister Wagner, it is I who seems to be the one falling under your spell. I have not danced like that in years. And I had truly forgotten the pleasure a good partner can bring.”

I quickly turned to Mikeya.

“May I?” I asked.

She stood and took my hand, smiling as I led her to the floor. We were not alone for this one.

“I’m afraid I’m not as practiced as my mother,” Mikeya said as she folded herself into my arms.

“Since it is apparent you have inherited her beauty, perhaps you have also inherited other things as well,” I said as we began to dance. And while it was true that she didn’t have her mother’s experience, she had been well trained and we enjoyed the dance.

I followed Mikeya’s turn with a dance with Ileana, who had also been trained. She, too, lacked only experience. But Ileana chose to dance close most of the time, her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed as we flowed to the music. When it ended, she seemed reluctant to be led back to their table. As we returned, she stood on her tiptoes as she kissed my cheek.