.. - and I love it ;-)Keep in mind I'm non-native in English, so apologize for faults and mistakes in grammar. But Max asked me to share it with a big...er community, so I do the best I can.Max knows all my secrets - or better I should say: most of them.And, yes, he'll be surely reading before - or after ;-) I publish, so he may even get to know more of my secrets, though this is not in focus this time.Anyway, one day he embarassed me by sending a text message, telling me that I should meet with. “Help me up,” she said.Off kilter, and worried because of her strange behavior, not to mention her pronouncement that she was pregnant, Bobby simply helped her up. Her arms went around him on impulse, or maybe for stability. It wasn’t a lover’s embrace, but they were still naked, so it was inevitable that they would both notice that flesh-on-flesh sensation. It was also inevitable that she would look at her stomach, and she had to push him away to do so. Her hand went to smooth across her. Her eyes were like two glistening buttons.The woman introduced herself as Nagesa, the chief of the tribe. She motioned for Sabina to come closer as the three tribeswomen left the hut. Nagesa stood up and motioned her even closer. The chief had full, perfect breasts that seemed to bounce as she stood up.She stood next to Sabina and smiled warmly at her. Nagesa started to talk. From the day she first read Henry Morgan’s diary, she had started to learn the language of Zulu preparing herself for. Then she gave me that predator smile that set off my alarms. "Do I get to ask the same questions?" she asked. "Quid pro quo?"I stared at her for a heartbeat. For just a moment I had seen a tiny sliver of a different Gretchen than the one I had been getting to know, a more vulnerable one. Then the wall came back, as if she felt she needed to protect herself. I wanted explore this sudden vulnerability she had shown me, but something warned me not to push her about it. Not now at least, I told.