She could speak English and very limited creole/French. She never really felt at home here. I guess, she was also missing her family back in S.A. The ...ther thing was that Dad was overqualified and couldn’t land a suitable job. It really frustrated him that we had to live under the roof of my grandparents. In the year when I went to primary school – Visitation RCA, both Mum and Dad got job offers from an international organisation. I remember how ecstatic they were!! Both of them would be. Dad was not in the loop, so I told him how my grand plans with Shana and Jana had gone up in flames and now with Tammy as well, since everyone knew about Tammy and I in the barn. And I finished that discussion off with, "But I am Head of the Clan!" I said loudly.We were just sitting there when the base squawked about a vehicle coming up the drive. When it pulled up to the house I saw it was Bobby and Susan. They got out and we began our greetings then Mam, Mom, Betty Ann, and Connie came out.. It doesn’t mention Lake Argyle, for example.”“Not that surprising.”“Oh? It mentions Lake Kununurra. It talks about a ‘second crossing’ of the Ord. And, most interestingly, it never mentions Molly Springs nor Mirima Village.”“How about tribe or band?”“Nope.”“Aboriginal?”“Hardly.”“Indigenous?”“Once: the requisite: ‘Increasing opportunities for indigenous people’.”“‘Curiouser and curiouser.’ Let me ask yet another: ‘Miriwoong Gajerrong’.”“Surely you jest, my boy.”“Aren’t the Miriwoong Gajerrong. Afetr several minutes, she walked out and this time when I saw her I thought I was in heaven! She had on slightly more makeup now and she wore a black skirt and a white blouse. She also had added a padded bra and when she slipped on her heels I defy anyone to think she was anything but a young, beautiful woman. I had already dressed so we were ready to go out. I kissed her and then I just could not resist what I did next. I dropped to my knees and lifted her skirt. She wore pantyhose and.