No Good Deed (narrative)
The second attack, when it came, was entirely unexpected. The first slap to the face, well that was something that he sort of understood. Not that he was really expecting that either, but it was the sort of thing women seemed to do when you stared at their boobs.
But really, if she was going to go around in bikini tops that were too small to begin with and then not tie them right so that they came off that easily, Njord didn’t think it was really his fault. He was just trying to be a nice guy and keep the girl from drowning in the first place. What she was doing trying to surf the Pipeline, he didn’t know. It ground up experienced surfers. Barbie dolls that thought they’d look cute on a board really didn’t belong here. He knew from the get go that she’d be problematic, which is why he’d maneuvered closer to her, and why he’d been there when she got in trouble.
Was it his fault that while pulling her back up to the surface that the ties had come undone? Or that that tiny excuse of fabric she called a top had floated off on the tide? Really, Njord didn’t think it was fair at all to blame him for looking when her boobs were bobbing on the surface of the water as he dragged her back to shore. They were right there. And hell, didn’t he deserve some sort of compensation for being a hero? Was a peek so bad?
Apparently she didn’t feel the same, and he could sort of get that. Women did get a little huffy about the staring thing, even if they did wear clothes that were designed specifically to make a man stare. So he took the slap with good grace. He was polite when she snapped at him. He even went so far as to offer her one of his shirts to cover up with, one of his favorite hibiscus print shirts.
Which she not only rejected, a rather stupid move in his opinion, she rejected it forcefully enough that one of the seams ripped. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have called her parentage into question, but he was fully justified in asking her if she’d gotten hit on the head when she fell off her surf board or if she’d just been born stupid. She ripped his shirt!
She also had a friend. One he was unaware of until the little thing jumped on his back. That was the unexpected second attack, and it took up more of his time than it should have considering that the friend appeared to weigh all of 85 pounds. But peeling her off his back without hurting her was a bit of a work out. Squirmy little thing. If she were a few years older, he might have appreciated the acrobatics display a bit more. As it was, by the time he dropped her on her butt into the sand, he was just plain old disgruntled.
Turning his back on the pair of them, Njord decided to call it a day at this beach. On this island, actually. He was going to go back to Lana’i. He was going to go home, try to forget this whole incident, maybe watch a movie. Lilo and Stitch. Yeah, that’d be good. He loved that part where the little alien poked the frog with the ray gun. That was always a riot.