Heavy weekend," I said.Gene and Laurie both laughed.I was thinking maybe this was not a good idea when the doorbell rang again.Laurie got it and two g...uys bundled a girl into the room. One of the rules atLaurie's parties was that the girls always be hooded in a sort of makeshiftbalaclava with no slits for the eyes but a slit for the mouth. That way weguys could remain anonymous. Not that we raped the girls exactly. Theyweren't virgins but mainly sluts one or two of us would pick up at a bar. This doesn't mean that Mr. Ponce was in any way a femme. He was actually quite maculine. . Maybe it was that his living room was painted turqoise. Or, maybe it was the way he walked me to my car after every piano lesson. I couldn't be sure. But, I had known that Mr. Ponce was gay for years even though it was something neither of us had ever discussed.He knew all about my... adventures with other men and I regularly asked him advice on how to turn someone down or how to show someone that you're. "Like you guys on the mainland say: 'Early worms are for the birds.' Come on, get up."Lynn groaned and arose.It took them two hours to dress, have coffee and ride to Pearl City on a bus that detoured leisurely down Hotel Street and the Kalihi District. The "big" hotel referred to by Kalola when she first mentioned its owner, Anthony Nunez, turned out to be a rather disreputable, third-rate establishment, but Lynn was not unduly discouraged. She had already been in Honolulu long enough to. She awkwardly hugs me and says: "Te quiero mucho primo"(I love you cousin) she says, "You can date who ever you want." The conversation was kind of awkward. After dinner we went into the den and let the adults catch up and converse. Ale sneaked a bottle of wine from the kitchen and we drank it together continuing our gossip about school. A few hours later we barely got through half of the bottle and were sick of it. The adults started coming into the den, driving us out. These parties were.