"Can I have a glass as well?" I asked Tiny, trying to sound mature. Tiny placed a glass in my hand and told me to drink it all in one go. The alcohol ...elt cold in my hand and smelt really strong. I brought it to my lips and drank it, it tasted a little sweet and wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I immediately felt the warmth as the liquid moved across my body, not that I needed to feel hotter. Tiny refilled my glass silently as the man named Joe worked on my neck. I closed my eyes and. We went out for drinks at the local pub as we always do when we visit and went back to the apartment to sleep. In the middle of the night i woke up. I could hear a buzzing noise and went to investigate. As i got closer to the buzzing i realised it was coming from my aunts room, i pushed her door slightly ajar and peeped through. My aunt was laying on the bed 1 hand playing with her boobs the other teasing her clit with a vibrator. I stood gob-smacked starring at the horniest thing i had ever. "She's probably around somewhere, poor woman. A good lay, she was." Who?" One of the camp followers," he explained. "Her man was killed a month or so ago, and she's gone from hand to hand and straight down to the gutter since then, a rummy some say. She'll swive anybody, even you, for a shilling. Now get out a'here."A few questions led me to the river where the women were washing clothes. Off by herself and dressed in rags, a lean woman stood knee-deep in the fast-moving stream and pounded a. He would get very upset, he said.’ ‘Well, you do that once a day also, right?’ I asked. ‘Yes, but he only wants to make sure I don’t get lazy or forget, like a woman can do. You know how the mujeres are, he always says, sometimes not very smart and very forgetful, they need to be reminded by the man on a regular basis. Of course, I told him, I have no problem with that, in fact, I expect him to be that way. I expect that from a man. I don’t trust myself in such a proud way, like some girls,.