We went to Jays barbeque today. Jay is one of Kayas friends. A big happy Samoan with a laid back attitude. He had a huge feast going. Everybody brought something to it. Our contribution was chocolate pie. And beer. There was a lot of beer there.

There were also a lot of people. Most of whom I didnt recognize. A few hotties. But they all had boyfriends. Joy and Mary were there. Theyre hotties. But theyre also Kayas friends. So hands off. But I have to say they looked sexy in those little hula skirts.

The guys were grilling everything in sight. We gorged ourselves on fresh fruit and wine coolers. After everything was grilled Jay brought out an ice chest. Inside were bags of marinated mahi mahi. Jay yelled out something. It sounded like "rent time" or "red chime" Then he put the fish on the grill. It smelled smoky and peppery. Strong stuff. Jay dared us all to have a taste. Only a few of the guys took the dare. The rest were chicken. Kaya said we should try it. I said ok.

We both like hot stuff. But this wasnt ordinary hot stuff. It was Jays secret recipe. He had no problems. He was savoring each bite. The rest of us were choking to death. Thank goodness Mary was there. She fed us her bowl of ice cream. Damn that was some hot shit. I could use some more ice cream.