Eric Reed

stepped out her beauty was a shock to the system, nine months of black company had made me forget how irresistible a fair skinned fair haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of loveliness descended from the port side passenger door. I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her practical Khaki boots and at her modest european breasts tightening the fabric of her tight white blouse, such a contrast to my tribes womens huge free swinging udders. "Mr Harding," she queried as I stepped forward, "I'm Grace Telling, from UniChar SA?" she announced, "I think your inspection is somewhat overdue." "Welcome to my humble village," I replied, "Please may I introduce my wives, Ann, Bea, Celia," I indicated them in turn, "And Daisy, Eve and Fanny." "Hello