I was sure that some of the older and wiser elders were not drinking any more than I was, but we all put up a good front. We parted late that afternoo... with some semblance of friendship, but I was not sure just how far we could yet trust our new "friends." I was also sure that they felt pretty much the same way.The nomads now had a big problem. They had lost so many men that the number of widows in the camp was nearly equal to the number of married women. We latched onto that as an opportunity. Her right leg moved back and forth. It was a neon sign calling attention to her sweet pussy pointed directly at me.I didn't pretend I wasn't looking. I was enjoying the view.She glared at me, blew smoke in my general direction, and looked away. When she looked back at me, I grinned. She turned beet red, jumped up, and stormed toward me."What's so funny?" she asked as she stood over my lounge chair like an Amazon warrior.The mother herded her brood to the far end of the pool to watch us. What else could be said?Perhaps this: Howard was Lucy's fianc' and yet he'd never properly set eyes on this feminine treasure or even touched it - her Mount Everest, her triangular snow, not in the privacy of a bedroom or even during a secret embrace. It was only on stage whilst she was performing Salome that he'd seen it. Here, he'd seen it as one of a thousand strangers, which was perverse given that Lucy was his girlfriend; but then, that was her nature. Lucy was perverse. She was the. With the sea in the background, the moon on the rise and the sound of the surf crashing, Hanna danced around the mound. The drums thundered into the night and Hanna danced.After a couple of drum sets, Hanna raised her right arm and made a fist. The drums stopped for a moment and then lead Bora Bora. Hanna was about ten feet from Allen and danced slowly to him as the tempo picked up.'Oh my God! She wouldn't really do the sexy Bora Bora?' Allen thought.Hanna didn't. She kept it pretty tame, but.