Day two about to begin. Ruatau and Peter are in the big house having breakfast. Last thing I want is food in my system as I get beat to death. Or, Near death.
I woke today sore. Fucking sore. my left shoulder/ side has been very much abused… 1st by myself over some 58 years, and 2nd by my dear, sadistic Polynesian pals.
Peter has just arrived. A big assed smile on his white ringed face.
Gotta go, gonna be so much fun…