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Moonlight Mania
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Moonlight Mania
In 1985 I was a computer programmer for a company in Hawaii. We made
printwheels for computer printers, typewriters and the like. My job was to
program the machinery to beat the living shit out of the product to determine
it's life expectancy.
I had very few real friends as my life consisted mainly of working, sleeping and
watching TV. I had even fewer friends who were girls, thus, any female I knew
was to be cherished and cultivated properly. One in particular was a girl named
Pua. She was some years my senior and passed out flyers for a living on a
Waikiki street corner during the day. I used to pass here every day on my way
home from work. She was talkative and extremely interesting conversationalist.
One day, while I was talking to her on her street corner, this guy walked up to
me and asked me if I wanted to go to a party. I figured it was some scam to
screw tourists out of their money and told this guy I was a local and wasn't
interested. He then asked me if I wanted a job! Sheeeet. I was computer
programmer - what the hell could he offer me that would be worth quitting my job
for? I was soon to find out.
He told me that he made an average of about $500.00 a week and got "more pussy
than I know what to do with!". Naturally, I didn't believe him. But, the money
sounded good at least, and I elected to try whatever it was at night, part-time
for a week and see how it worked out.
What the new job entailed was this: Find good looking women and ask them if
they liked to party. Invite them to a nine-hour-long singles party. The party
consisted of a two and half hour cruise off the beach of Waikiki with all you
can drink free bar and free entrance to three different night clubs until 4:00
in the morning. All I had to do was sell tickets to this little affair at
$35.00 a pop, whereupon I take my $10.00 commission right off the top and turn
in the voucher and the balance to the boss. The first night out, without even a
pitch book, I managed to rack up a good $150.00 or better in commissions and had
met this incredibly foxy drunk chick who finally came back, took me away from my
street corner, took me to her hotel and fucked the living shit out of me like
there was no tomorrow.
The next morning, at about 11:00, I called my day job and quit. I was
officially a "Party Cruiser" from that point on for the next 2 1/2 years of my
life. The only job I can say I truly loved.
I worked the streets, hunting down babes from all corners of this planet of ours
and threw my best pitches with a small book of pictures (a pitch book) of
various activities that took place aboard the boat and in the night clubs.
Now, let me make some things clear. This was a legit cruise. The $35.00 ticket
price entitled the buyer to complimentary cover charge into all three night
clubs we would visit that night, a free drink in each, their transportation
between all points, and the cruise, with all you can drink onboard! We
guaranteed a 50/50 ratio - that is, half guys, half girls - GUARANTEED! We
didn't sail unless we had an absolutely even ratio. We just postponed the
cruise to the following night, giving us the entire day to even the ratio out.
We sailed on the average maybe once every three days. During the month of June
in 1986, we were sailing EVERY FUCKING NIGHT! It was killer! Anyway, it's a
"by invitation only party", so, only the people who are invited can go, which
means - no ugly people, no bald people, no fat people, no bozos, geeks or nerds.
We didn't invite anybody over the age of 29, (nobody from the Geritol
Generation), Nobody in the military (they drink all the booze and start fights)
and NO MARRIED FOLKS!!! (No newly weds, nearly deads, honey mooners or wedding
bands) Everybody was single and available. Sound good so far? This is actually
part of the old pitch, so, you can see how easy it was to sell tickets and make
a living - but, I'm not done yet.
Now, The party starts at the hottest hardcore rock and roll night club in town,
The Jazz Cellar. We cover you cover charge in, give you one free drink to get
the party rolling and once everybody has arrived, we hit the buses and head for
the boat - A 125 foot long double deck yacht. Two decks, two dance floors, and
most importantly, two bars. Once the boat pulls away from the pier, the bars
are open - all you can drink for the next two and half hours of the ride.
Anything you want. Our only requirement is that you be able to pronounce the
drink in such a fashion that the bartender can understand what
you are ordering.
Now, because this is a singles party of consenting adults, there were a few
things rather "unusual" we would do on the boat - the first of which was the
"Sensual Banana Eating Contest" for the ladies. After the bar had been open for
at least an hour, we'd ask 10 lovely "volunteers" from the audience to
demonstrate their technique on a peeled banana without biting, breaking or
mutilating it any way shape or form (just like the real thing). She who gives
the best banana wins a $25.00 dollar bar tab at the next night club we hit. Now,
why would ten "innocent" women do something like this in front of a boat load of
screaming drunks?
1. They all become INSTANTLY popular. Just like that, every guy on board
knows who they are and are buying them drinks for the rest of the night.
2. There's that $25.00 bar tab at stake - she who gives the best banana
get's $25.00 in free drinks at Cilly's night club when we get there.
3. (Most important), Every contestant, regardless of whether she wins or
looses, becomes a "hands-on" judge in our world famous "Male Best Buns" Contest.
We get 10 guys out of the audience and line them up on one of the railings of
the boat and make them hang on with both hands. If they let go anytime during
the contest, they are immediately disqualified. Now, here's the trick - we take
girls from the first contest, put them in the second contest. Their job is to
MAKE these guys let go of the railing! Now, I don't grab them by the back of
the shirt and pull them loose, I mean: Pinching, poking, slapping, squeezing,
spanking, biting, fondling; ice cubes are popular, feathers are optional. Get
the picture? Well, if that's not enough, the first thing we do to these guys is
encourage the girls to pants them. This separates the men from the boys. Those
who let go of the railing and grab their drawers are the "boys" were undesirable
anyway. Those still left, are the "men" and are now standing there with their
pants down around their ankles and the girls are free to "go nuts!" Did I
mention that not only are cameras allowed onboard, but we HIGHLY ENCOURAGE them.
Makes for interesting vacation pictures, no?
Anyway, we get done with the boat ride at about mid night, head for the buses
and go to Cilly's Night Club. Major Disco scene (Disco is still a big thing in
the night clubs). You are free to leave at that point if you don't thing you
can "hang" for the rest of the evening, or, you can stick with us and we'll be
back at the Jazz Cellar at 2:00 in the morning. Cover your cover-charge into
both clubs, one free drink to let you know we still care, and we'll be partying
'till the clubs close at 4:00 AM.
Sound like a party? (Usually at this point the girls would already have their
money or travelers checks out, signed and throwing it at me! Was a REAL easy
living). The lifestyle itself was a killer though. Up until 4:00 at least
twice a week, some times three, drinking your brains out, of course, that kind
of money also means good drugs, BUT - the bitches! Ho man, the women I've
screwed. If I never get laid again and I live to be 180 years old, I'll still
had more than my fair share. From day one, I got laid on EVERY CRUISE!!!!
There was maybe 3 or 4 exceptions, but, not many. Always different women, and,
on really special occasions, I'd spend some real time with a girl (the best way
to get a heart ache) and see only her for the usual two weeks she was on
vacation there. I met some real babes, but, I learned a lot about foxy chicks -
they are not always "beautiful people", indeed, they rarely are.
Kelly
I think Kelly was on her senior trip with a number of the kids from her high
school after her graduation in the summer of 1986. She had curly, sandy blond,
shoulder length hair and her eyes were either blue or green, I forget. She
wasn't a tall girl, but she was very nicely shaped, and quite attractive.
Unlike most of my Party Cruise experiences, I didn't actually do her, but, I
thought that she was definitely worth an honorable mention in this record of
Moonlight Mania's sexual exploits.
During Spring Break and the first few weeks of summer, kids from all over the
world pour into Hawaii in search of that one memorable incident which will be
forever with them. I believe that Kelly can honestly say that she had an
experience on Moonlight Mania that she will NEVER forget.
It was one of our best cruises ever, the boat was packed, maybe even slightly
over capacity. Three Hundred Seventy plus people stuffed onto an one hundred
twenty five foot long, double deck yacht usually is cause enough for some
remarkable mayhem, but this particular night would be one that I will not soon
forget.
It was a hot night in Waikiki Bay, and the waves were exceedingly nice to us as
the boat did very little wallowing, although, that may have been due to the fact
that the boat was extremely full of people. My job during the actual cruise leg
of our nine-hour-long party was merely to keep the clientele happy and show them
a good time. Most of the clientele onboard were from one high school that had
swung a Senior Trip to Hawaii - it was one student from this school which caught
my attention. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, nor was she coming on to me or
even really making her presence known onboard, that's why I zeroed in on her. I
was feeling great, the boat was rocking with the sound of our sound system and
at least seventy five percent of the clientele were dancing, drinking and
partying up - the rest were on the bow looking at the moon hovering over Diamond
Head or the city lights of Waikiki at night. Kelly appeared to be having a
miserable time, she was by herself, almost pouting, in the darkness at a seldom
used table. I'd seen this many times before and figured there was no real
difference between her and the others, and elected to play this on by the
numbers.
Before going to her table, I wandered to the bar and had two Nuclear Holocausts
whipped up. A Moonlight Mania Nuclear Holocaust consists of a double shot of
Rum, a double shot of Tequila and a double shot of Vodka with a Blue Hawaii
poured into it for color. It's a dismal grey looking drink that is an ass
kicker. If you can down one of these, you will taste NO more alcohol for the
rest of the evening. It's amazing how one's perspective on life can change when
you are totally "faced".
I came up to her table, almost without her noticing, and asked if I could join
her. She said nothing, but nodded her head and I sat. I introduced myself and
asked her who she was. There's a checklist of questions I usually go through
that, once completed, brings quite the air of familiarity to the conversation.
The real key is to let HER do the talking, and be ready to jump in the moment
she runs out of things to say.
"What's your name? Where are you from? What do you do back home? First time
in Hawaii?" I listen closely to the answers and arrange my next questions
around what I've gathered about her at this point. Just those first four
questions can give you enough ammunition to maintain a conversation through the
entire evening. I tend to withhold as much about myself as possible, until
directly asked.
Anyway, I managed to get her talking, and discovered that she was slightly sea-
sick. She wasn't green about the gills and ready to barf, but she was
uncomfortable. I coaxed her into drinking one of the holocausts with the excuse
that it "will make you feel better". I told her to pinch her nose and just
swill the whole thing down in one swallow. I was kinda surprised to see her
actually do it. I knew right then that this was going to be a lot of fun. It
usually takes about ten to fifteen minutes for the effect of the drink to really
be felt, and I made a note to stay close to her and "check her vitals" in about
a half hour. Well, as it turned out, we got into a fairly solid conversation
and she was really starting to loosen up and I never actually left. I fetched
her another drink and we continued to talk for a good while.
Now, about an hour into this little boat ride, once we are sure that every body
is under the influence, we start the contests by kicking everybody off the dance
floor and bringing ten chairs out and lining them up in a straight line, facing
the audience. At this point, I left my mostly unfinished holocaust with Kelly
and headed for the microphones. Up until that night, I was one of the few
people trusted to MC the contest - up until that night.
Now, on the microphone, I have certain responsibilities: Making sure that folks
aren't killing each other trying to gain a better view of the contest in
progress, making sure that the contest runs smoothly, but most importantly,
coaxing these young, innocent girls into doing in public what they sometimes
wouldn't even do in private - give head. Not really give head, but suck a
banana like it was a dick for the audiences' amusement. The contest is judged
by the audience - she who gives the best banana gets the loudest applause or, at
least that's the theory.
It doesn't take long to get contestants, as most of the girls are fully aware of
the contest and what it involves long before they actually ever get on the boat.
Because the booze has been flowing like water for the last hour, a lot of people
have dared others to do the unthinkable, or cut deals to the effect "if you do,
I will" and the like. With the boat packed as it was, there was no shortage of
lovely young volunteers ready and eager to "do a nasty". From my left came a
soft but familiar voice: "Can I play too?" It was Kelly, and, she looked
pretty solid to me at that point. It turns out that she was one of the few
girls I'd ever meet that could be drunk beyond sensibility - and look absolutely
fine. I lead her to a chair at the end of the line (stage right) next to me.
Being on the microphone means that I can't actually participate in the contest.
There is a point during the proceedings where I or anybody else MCing the
contest says "No, no, no..... You girls don't have the SLIGHTEST idea of what
you are doing. I guess I'll have to show you!" This is where I ask for male
volunteers from the audience to help out. Normally, ten of the male staff dive
out of the crowd and snatch these banana's away from the contestants and hold
them like they would if it were their dick.
Anyway, we had some real professionals out there that night. I watched as some
of the biggest, longest bananas that Waikiki could offer disappeared time and
time again down some tender, innocent school girls' throat. I let this go on
for about five minutes before I call in the guys.
The object here is to get these girl to suck this banana in the most realistic
manner conceivable by getting them off their chairs, onto their knees before
you, and feed them this banana like it's going to cum. Or lay down on the floor
and get her between your legs or better yet, lay HER down and straddle her face
with this big, white, swinging menace. Kelly had NO problem, she was into the
tropical fruit like an old pro, up and down, back and forth, in and out. This
girl KNEW what she was doing!
During the proceedings, I'm usually coaching the girls over the microphone,
encouraging them to "Suck it like you've never sucked it before" or cautioning
them with the immortal words "Watch your teeth baby". While this is going on,
the males in the audience are usually going nuts, climbing all over each other
and sometimes fights break out. This particular night was especially wild as
most of the audience KNEW these girls personally, having gone to school with
them all their lives, and a few had even probably dated the contestants without
getting as far in private as these bananas had gotten here in public.
Naturally, there are the blinding flashes going off all around the room as "best
friends" take the most incriminating pictures any professional extortionist
could ever hope for.
Now, the thing to consider here is that we, the Party Cruisers, are those who
actually JUDGE the contest. The audience can scream and clap as loud as they
want for any contestant as we pass a hand over her head - but sometimes we turn
slightly deaf. To be honest, we rig this contest, it's always........ a tie.
Now, we rig this not to be noble and split the prize with more than one
contestant, but because the tie-breaker can easily be 100 times more
entertaining than the actual contest....... The Suck-off. Kelly looked rather
pleased that she had made it to "the finals". I spoke to her softly in one ear,
telling her what to expect, but not everything.
Realizing that this was going to be a cruise to remember, I found Animal and
dumped the mike on him. I have "other responsibilities" during this portion of
the contest.
The Suck-off - Our two tied contestants sit in chairs facing each other, place
their hands behind their backs and prepare to suck a fresh banana - the SAME
banana. Each girls wraps her lips around either end of the same banana, and
without the use of their hands, they have to mouth this fruit to their best
ability. Of course, the banana doesn't just jump out of it's skin and into
their mouths, somebody has to hold this phallic fruit for the girls till they
get a good technique going, that's my job.
So, on my knees, sitting opposite the audience, I hold out this peeled banana
and the girls go to work. This is an incredibly hot scene, two girls sucking on
this banana, going in and out toward each other, sometimes actually touching
lips. I still have some outrageous pictures of this particular event. Anyway,
as soon as I let go of this slimy white fruit, it breaks - which usually brings
the contest to an end - but not this time. Massive "Booo's" and cat calls let
us know right away that this was NOT how THIS contest was going to end. I had
to think fast.
Now, I got kinda famous for doing this on other cruises, and about 75% of the
time it worked, so, without option, and desperately wanting to see it myself
anyway, I leaned into Kelly and whispered into her ear: "Look, you can just sit
out here and make a fool of yourself, or you can win this contest! Which is it
going to be?" I didn't need an answer, I already knew that she was willing to
go that extra mile... "Flash a titty".
Now, sometimes I get a shocked look, sometimes I get expressions of blank
incomprehension, once I even earned myself a solid slap across the face.... and
sometimes it works. Tonight was one of those nights. Kelly smiled, ate her
piece of the banana and without ceremony, pulled up her pink tank top, exposing
a pair of very nicely shaped, solid looking breasts. At this point, I usually
get up, smile at Animal, a veteran party cruiser with long blond hair and
usually in dire need of a shave, and the contest is over - we have our winner.
There is just no way to compete with tits - none - or, so I thought. As I
turned to Animal, I realized he wasn't looking at me, nor was he looking at
Kelly. He was looking at THE OTHER GIRL, a strawberry blond in a blue one piece
cotton dress, and HER titties were in plain view as she had pulled the shoulder
straps of her dress down and off her arms. It suddenly became a war of a
different color - unlike ANYTHING I'd ever seen transpire between two women
before or since. Neither girl was willing to let the other win through cheap
exhibitionism - this was for real. Well, Kelly wasn't about to be out done, so
she pulled her pink top down and sat back in her chair, nude from the waist up.
Now I REALLY had problems. There was NO winner, and I couldn't for God nor
money think of a way to END THIS CONTEST without getting killed by an angry,
drunken mob high on testosterone - but I was having fun! My buddy Animal
produced the solution, as is his style to just appear at the right moment with
just the right answer. He had one last banana.
Before that night, before that moment, I'd never even entertained a fantasy that
even came CLOSE to what was actually occurring before my eyes. I was back on my
knees, banana in hand, screams, flashbulbs, mayhem and chaos all around me, two
pairs of firm, fully bared, teen-age titties swinging in front of my face, and
part two of the suck off began.
Now, here were these two attractive, very young and nubile, topless women,
sucking on either end of a faux cock just inches from my face. My heart was
pounding, the Nuclear Holocausts were pumping through my veins and my mind left
me. I remember doing it, and I remember even thinking about doing it, but I
still can't believe I DID IT! Soft, luscious, tan-lined breasts were caressing
my cheeks and I leaned forward and BEGAN SUCKING! I sucked away at two
different pair of nipples swinging in front of me. I was trying to stuff all
four tits into my mouth at once, completely oblivious to the sounds of utter
shock and disgust rising from the females of the crowd - I was in Male
Chauvinist Pig Heaven. The amazing thing that immediately occurred to me was
that these young, innocent, school girls were actually LETTING ME do this - they
were still actively working away on the banana over my head as I licked and
tongued at there flesh with complete abandon. It seemed like it went on for
hours, but in reality, it was less than a minute, but the pictures that
circulated for months after the event would seem to prove otherwise.
I came to my senses and was standing over these two topless girls, looking at a
crowd turned riot. The guys were whooping and hollering, violently jockeying
for better position, knocking each other down and pressing in very close to the
spectacle as both our cruise staff and boat staff fought heroically to hold back
the onslaught.
We quickly ascertained that Kelly was the winner of this contest and encouraged
them both to dress as quickly as possible. It was several very long, tense
minutes before we once again gained control of the mob and actually considered
skipping the second contest, turning out the lights, and just cranking the music
back up and finishing this cruise with our lives. I admit it, I'm guilty, I did
it, I grabbed the mike and asked for male volunteers. Our "World Famous Male
Best Contest" was underway.
I don't particularly care to MC this contest, but as the female staff is
microphone shy, and none of the guys care to do it either, the task usually fell
to me - and this night was no different. After the excitement of the first
contest, I figured this one was going to be severely anti-climatic, I was wrong.
All the girls from the first contest were back, and were briefed by Shanna - a
staff girl I did sometime later, much to my regret. They knew what was expected
of them, and the guys we had lined up against the railing had only the slightest
idea of what was about to happen to them. I instructed them to cling to the
railing with both hands. Anybody releasing the railing for any reason, with
either hand, or both hands, were to be disqualified - no exceptions. I repeated
it just to make sure that I got my point across.
The girls lined up behind these unsuspecting individuals and awaited the
contests' start.
"Ok girls! Let's go. What I want you to do is reach around front, grab that
belt buckle, grab that snap, grab that zipper, and undo them! That's right
girls! I want you to PANTS THESE GUYS!"
Here's where we separate out the wimps. The gutless ones immediately let go of
the railing, grab their pants and bail. This leaves the "real men" I wanted
anyway. These are the drunks that will let anybody do anything to them - much
to the squealing delight of the females of the audience. Once the remaining
contestants are literally "butt-naked", it's time to let the ladies "free-
style". This usually means a lot of spanking, gouging, clawing and sometimes
with the right persuasion, biting.
This contest was proceeding normally, and to be honest, I was somewhat relieved.
I was thinking that I might get away with the first contest when I a familiar
voice softly asked: "What's the best way to make these guys let go?" It was
Kelly, and she was looking none the worse for wear as she looked at me with an
almost child-like innocence. "Give 'em head" I said, not really meaning
anything serious when I uttered it, and actually halfway believed that she
hadn't heard me. Again, I was wrong.
Kelly was on her knees within seconds, separating two contestants in the middle
of the line up like Moses parting the Red Sea. She stuck her head between these
two gents, turned to her left and engulfed this lucky bastards' cock in one
mighty swallow. I thought the crowd had been rowdy before, but that had been
only a "mild disturbance" compared the mayhem that was now erupting. Flashes of
white light flooded the dance floor, people crawled on top of other people, hung
from the pipes on the ceiling, stood on chairs, elbowed others out of the way
and basic havoc was the general order of the day. We damn near lost control of
the crowd and I was helpless to do much but watch.
Now, back to Kelly. The contestant that she was sucking was thoroughly enjoying
Kellys' method and the expression on his face reflected the state of Nirvana he
was experiencing. He could have remained there all night for all I cared, or at
least until he blew a nut, except for the one fatal mistake he made - he let go.
Yup, he let go of the railing and was pulling his own hair, mostly showing off
for the audience - but I guess he'd forgotten the rules.
"YOU ARE DISQUALIFIED!!! GET OFF THE FLOOR!!!"
Needless to say, he was some disappointed. Actually, he was totally pissed off
as I pulled him from the line up and sent he back into the audience with his
pants still around his ankles.
I was almost deafened by the amount of screaming that the crowd was doing,
plastic glasses were flying and one of the biggest Party Cruisers on our staff,
Fonzi, was having a rough time holding the crowd back. It is very rarely that a
crowd continues to "push" when Fonzi is on the scene. Just his size is
intimidating, and when he says "BACK OFF!!!" people usually do. He was just
barely in control that night, and I was damn thankful he was there.
Anyway, Kelly was standing just inches away from the maddening chaos which was
the audience, with her fists in the air over her head like some victory scene in
a Rocky movie. She was totally proud of the fact that she had blown this guy in
public and had caused him to let go of the railing. Somehow, I knew she wasn't
done yet.
She marched right over to contestant one on the far end of the line (stage left)
and dropped on him. Yup, she was sucking more dick. The sound of the crowd
faded away in my mind as I watched this lovely little high school grad, sucking
off some former school-mate, much to his delight. It was honestly one of the
most decadent displays of complete sexual abandon I've ever been honored to
witness. And I'll admit right here, I was sporting a major boner, and was
extremely thankful that nobody was looking at me - all eyes were focused on the
sandy blond on her knees with a fairly large cock stuck in her mouth.
This lasted for about a minute before the nameless contestant let go of the
railing and took firm hold of Kellys' hair and started pumping her face.
"YOU ARE DISQUALIFIED!" and Kelly had him by the hand and was already leading
him off the floor. She was back in just a couple of seconds, and I couldn't
help but laugh when I looked at contestant number two, and saw the look of
expectation gleaming in his eyes. I could tell right away that disqualifying
him was going to be no small affair.
Again, Kelly was on her knees, inhaling dick number three, and giving it her
best job so far. I look back now and still think that I imagined the whole
affair. How can any, self respecting, young lady like Kelly possibly allow
herself to be seen sucking a dick, much less THREE dicks, IN PUBLIC.... IN FRONT
OF HER CLASS-MATES?!?!?!?! Then this almost inaudible whisper quietly echoes
from the back of my skull and I know the truth of the matter - Nuclear
Holocausts.
Anyway, this guy was not about to let go of the railing, and he was definitely
putting on a show for the audience, wiggling his ass all over the place and
occasionally turning sideways to let the audience SEE his dick moving in and out
of Kellys' mouth. God it was great. Talk about total abuse of "the helpless".
Soon he had maneuvered Kellys' head between himself and the wall, and that's
when he really started to fuck Kellys' face with some REAL conviction. From
where I was standing, a good fifty feet away, and over the roar of the crowd, I
could hear "THUMP, THUMP, THUMP" as he was bouncing the back of her head off the
wall as he mercilessly drilled her lips. Then the party was over.
Through the crowd, headed my way, with fangs bared, claws extended and blood
lust gleaming in her eye, was the captain. She reminded me of some hideous
villain in a late night monster movie, closing in on her hapless victim, assured
that there was no escape. I grabbed the first guy in the line closest to me,
announced we had a winner and slipped into the crowd and headed for the bar.
That night was shear havoc, chaos and mayhem. And - if any of you reading this
were there - contact me. You can reach me through the BBS listed at the top of
this file. I'd like to hear how it went from YOUR angle. I'm especially
interested in the names of the other contestants, both male and female.
Anyway, I was banned from riding the boat after that night, and I had been
banned on earlier occasion for other offenses for small periods of time. This
case was slightly different as I was banned for LIFE! A few months later, for
our final cruise before the drinking age was changed, and with a fairly thick
disguise, I managed to again trod upon the Pearl Kai II for another evening with
Moonlight Mania.
-Tonto
-Moonlight Mania Party Cruises
-1985 to 1987
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