‘I’m so happy to have you here. I must tell my brother Sebastian to visit us. You might really like him.’ Oh yeah, Greer thought. She’d heard ...hat optimistic claim a number of times. Females seemed almost desperate not to allow a previously married woman remain unmarried. * * * With darkness only just lifting next morning Greer smiled, watching the old Maori gentleman — very correct use of the word — Mr Pita Horo, looking even more stooped these days, walking to the reef at the southern end of. She wasn't makeup-and-clothes-obsessed, she wasn't a mouthy brat, she wasn't an angst-ridden teenager, she just was who she was. Her hair was a shade of red you could never bottle. Her eyes were hazel, my favorite eye-color on a woman, always swirling with emotions and mystery. She liked the same music as me, the same literature, the same sports (actually she only liked two sports, but they are my two favorite sports). I'll even admit that I would sometimes try to get a look down her top. Her. Then she grabbed Sam's hand and said "Come on, I'll drive."It was all becoming a blur now. Sam found himself in the sports car flying down the highway, his knuckles white from gripping the seat as Satina zipped around the curves. Still he couldn't keep his eyes off her. The way she fondled the gearshift pumped his endorphins into over drive. Finally she broke the silence, "Can you get that little package up there behind the visor?"Sam reached up and pulled down the visor above his head. He. Her t-shirt next, lifted up over her head to reveal those small, barely there, little boobies. She’s about as flat-chested as it gets ... But those nipples, now exposed to the air rather than poking through the t-shirt, are outstanding – literally! She takes them, pinching them, then pulling hard, stretching them away from her body in a way that must hurt – but she seems to like. Wincing at the pain, then cracking a smile, and commenting, “I’m feeling sooooo fucking horny...!”Then she takes off.