The Summer Party
It was time for the annual beach party that a very nice hotel held every year. All of the hotel staff was looking forward to this event and had been decorating the place where this party should be held for several days. The weather forecast had promised nice weather and as far what the sky was showing it seemed to be a correct prediction.
The beach party began with just such success, as it was meant to be. At sunset the staff lighted a big fire and several small torches they had posted around the festival area and nobody, absolutely none of the guests, disliked the event. An orchestra of 5 men began to play a lambada on a request from a tourist group. The stars in the sky were shining and the tourists were dancing happily with each other, not caring about the three unshaved, a little bit smelly and pretty drunk guys who where standing and watching the dance couples.
Especially one girl beautiful as a Princess who was dancing like a Goddess was stealing their attention. Her dancing moves were simply perfect.
So came the moment when the dancers took a little break at a little hut with the sign "Beach Cafe" outside that was also only opened for this specific area. And of course these said three fellows took the opportunity to get to know the above-mentioned girl a bit better. Or rather two of them took the opportunity, as the third fellow (Mr. Soul) was a bit shy for such acquaintance. (Yes, she was the most beautiful girl he ever had seen but why should a Princess like her even bother to look at him?)
Since Mr. Soul's friends were a bit drunk their attempt to get to know the said beautiful girl went completely wrong. It went so far so one of them behaved such a way a gentleman never should behave when he is with a girl and maybe it was when Mr. Soul saw that he became so angry so he decided to come to the girl's rescue.
The boxing match that then followed was too short to fit in this story as Mr. Soul's so-called friends were absolutely to drunk to give any pursuant resistance except for one punch that blooded Mr. Soul's nose.
Luckily the Cafe Owner, a pretty big lady in her xx-age (it is never polite to expose the age of a lady as you know) named Ruth, then came and stopped the match. As she had seen everything from the beginning she just grabbed the two knocked guys in their ears and brought them to the kitchen behind the cafe where they could help her with the dishes instead of harassing her guests. Although Mr. Soul can be a fighter he this time lost conscious when he noted that his nose was bleeding and because of this he never saw where Ruth brought his boxing opponents.
Instead he woke up by looking into a couple of eyes beautiful as shining stars and not after a while, when his mind had returned and he could focused his eyes better, he understood that these beautiful eyes belonged to that girl he wanted to rescue.
This girl who had made such impression on Mr. Soul smiled beautifully when she saw that Mr. Soul was on the way to recovery and introduced herself as Ms. Heart. With the nose filled with napkins and nose blood over his new white shirt Mr. Soul then asked, with a trembling voice, if she, this absolutely gorgeous girl, wanted to support him when he was cleaning himself in the ocean as he felt a bit dizzy. Ms. Heart smiled and said that of course she should help him. After all he at least tried to be her gallant knight of the night and together hand in hand they then left the festival area walking alone along the beach with only a little torch giving them some light. After Mr. Soul had put his now "bloody shirt" in the ocean and exposing his nude upper body for this beautiful Goddess he began to smile and said: "Me jungle hero, You Ms. Heart" in a voice that he thought a jungle hero would have when he/she was in the jungle.
(As Mr. Soul still had the napkins in his nose it sounded far from a real jungle scream however.)
When he then saw that the beautiful fairytale Princess beside him began to laugh so sweetly after his scream he also felt strong and brave as a jungle hero and for proving this he dived in the cold water before they went back up on land. The whole time he was talking the Gorilla language he had learned from all the jungle adventures he had read about in his youth.)
Behind some trees in the back of the beach line a little tree house was hidden and after Mr. Soul had carried his Princess to this tree house they both sat on the floor hugging each other. Watching the sea and the night changing back to a new day on this beautiful Paradise Island.
