" I'm sorry, ma'am," the swarthy one whispered hoarsely. "We gotta mow your yard." And trim yer bushes," the other one added, his eyes tracing down pa...t the baby bump to her barely concealed muff. His monogram read "Harold," and where Bobby Joe was merely terribly unattractive, Harold was plain ugly. His coal black skin looked like it was covered with a gray dust. His thick bottom lip drooped away from uneven, discolored teeth, and his eyes sagged as well, giving him the look of a cartoon. A local disaster could wipe out our local tribes, then where are we? Gone.Then again, I don’t want to start a new religion, Vickie, to sweep across the world. It will get twisted to suit the ones in charge; it always does.”“Can we take this to the tribe, John, and discuss it with them? I know that Sheila will be able to understand what I am getting at, but will the locals be able to see the long-term objective? Most people tend to think in the short-term. I’d like to know how the folk of our. It's natural.”“Who dealt with you?”“It's a very kind friend. He deals with me and Alexa too. We're paddled for anything we know deserves it or just spanked each week to keep us in line.”“You're both lovely girls, but you're the loveliest. I can't believe I've been worrying about this.”“I can. We've both been dancing around the same problem.”He smiled and pulled her into him. “You are full of surprises.”“Are you going to punish me?” she asked, her voice muffled by his firm chest.“By your own. Her name was Maya. I didn’t know her exact age. Could be 15 or 16.She was healthy, dark skinned, playful girl. Whenever anybody of our home needed something used to yell, ‘Maya’.She would try to carry out everybody’s order. I did not have much sexual experience. Maya did not even developed her breast properly at that time. I used to play badminton in the evening. Sometime it used to hart in my right hand. Once my hand was hurting really bad. Like everybody else I called ‘Maya’. I did not have.