.. a politician, a communicator... man-of-words, erm..." said Sarah, hopefully, thinking at speed."Ahaaaka! Ahanka nanan hahagi amumu eke!" declared t...e mask in a loud reedy voice and waving his arms and staff.She concentrated furiously, translating in her head as he spoke;"See all you! See how the Nature has revealed this white fertility spirit to us!" "Oh no..." she whispered to herself, not liking where this was going. He continued talk, and she continued to keenly listen;"See how the Nature. She made a little noise clearing herthroat. He turned toward her. She saw the lace trim on his shirt.He stood up as his face got redder and redder. When he stood up she saw he had a dress on. She said, "What thehell are you wearing?" He answered, "It isn't like it seems. Let me explain!" She cut him off saying; "I don't have a lot of time for talkright now. We'll talk about this later." She saw a key lying on the corner of his desk. She asked what itwas. He said it was the key for his belt.. I moved my hands under her shoulder and on her arms applying soap there as well. As I moved my foamy hands towards her stomach, I put my hands on her boobs. My grandma grinned when I did this. These were the first boobs I've ever touched in my life. They were small but felt friendly. I soaped all around my grandmothers boobs and real gently, I pinched her nipples at the same time. "ooh, ooh." My grandma moaned. Her eyes were closed and her nipples became hard. I applied more soap onto my hands. So began her lessons in sex education. I gave her all the mechanical details of reproduction and had her read a book on the subject as part of our English tuition sessions.Zina was coming up to her sixteenth birthday and told me she would then become a woman. I thought maybe there was some kind of ceremony she would undergo, some kind of rite of passage. How wrong I was; Zena told me her mother had arranged for her to be circumcised in accordance with tradition. Tradition!!! Circumcision is.