..I looked at the few photos of family, friends, herself as a child and at college.Then a piece of paper on her bedside table caught my eye. It was so...e kind of hand-written notes.“Oh, don’t look at that,” said Vanessa anxiously, as she came out of the bathroom. She tried to snatch it out of my hand but I hid it behind me.“What is it?” I asked.“Oh, all right,” conceded Vanessa. “When I was thinking about asking you to move in, I started to think up some rules of the household. Then I got a bit. It is the white custom and she thinks it's a good one. Some of the white customs are strange and harder for her to understand. For instance, the white men take only one wife. How is one wife to cope with the work and the children? How can one wife bring honour to her husband?Her husband Khawja had a senior wife, but now she has given herself to another. Shona was a little puzzled as to why Khawja did not beat this man. She reasons it's because the man is a chief and beating him would cause big. I fumbled a little … my hands were shaking. I was nervous. Finally the clasp came free. Pull down the zipper he urged. It came down easily. Without any further direction my hands reached inside his jeans, found his briefs and tugged them down. I was rewarded when his swollen shaft filled my hands. As I grasped the slippey rod a moan of pleasure came from his lips. This encouraged me and I slid my hand up and down his shaft. He responded with more moans. 30 seconds I stroked his shaft again and. He shook his head. "Not at all." And he took another large swallow. He stillfelt very uneasy. "I am Ron." Good," she said evenly and asked for a tall glass of whatever he had, thenshe took a small sip of what was in her glass. "You look like you neededsomeone." Thanks," he said, as he looked into her face. "I am Ron, By the way." Michelle," she replied. As she took his hand. "You look like something isbothering you. Do you care to talk about it?"He shook his head, "Not really. There isn't.