Her body felt as though she’d been used as a punching bag. Closing her eyes, she lay motionless. It was difficult to think clearly, to remember when...her energy was so low. The sloppy gruel they’d been feeding her was barely enough, but that’s what they wanted her to be, weak and desperate. She didn’t want to eat the food – if you could call it that, she wanted to defy them, not be dependant on them, but, while she was proud, she wasn’t senseless. Time, Azalea thought. There was no concept of. A land mine during the First Gulf War had put and end to my tripping the light fantastic, but Sally loved to dance so I sucked it up, put a lid on my jealous nature and let her dance with whomever asked.Sally was in a good mood and I had thought that was a good thing since things hadn't been going all that well for us lately. But the bomb she had just laid on me told me that her good mood wasn't good for me, not even a little bit. Even if she didn't follow through on what she'd said the fact. Yes, the workers had a doctor and a crudehospital of sorts but this was 1898, and by our standards the best care in a hospital in London was poor so it’s easy to imagine what the medical care was like in the Tsavo back then. Then add in the medicine we take for granted today, and a simple scratch could get infected and kill a worker in a few days. And the high mortality rate, three a day and sometimes more, meant there were bodies to dispose of, which presented a problem. The Indian workers. . or was he losing his buttons altogether? His young Jeannie's whitely ovaled buttocks flagrantly faced him in their fully rounded nakedness, and there was nothing imaginary about that! It was bare fact! Her long shapely legs still spread in satiation provided him a bird's-eye view of the wetly glistening ribbon of pink, intimate flesh separating the moistly swollen lips of her golden-curled vagina! And there was nothing hypothetical there either, nor in the viscid moisture coating the smooth.