They occur once in time, surprising us sometimes, but always making a mockery of our expectations. In memory they are recurring, timeless, with vague ...orders and an always jumbled, inexact sequence. In the aftermath all one can say is that they occurred, and defiant memory recalls only the pieces, never their source or their reason.In the yellow-white sun Martha and Ronnie slipped into their swimsuits and I pulled on my shorts. We strolled through a small forest to a nearby village. We drank. Shower me as much as he had wherever he wanted.He stepped closer purposefully standing astride my outstretched legs. He stammered through clenched teeth and said loudly he can’t decide where before he’s cock just exploded in front of me without either of us touching it. I licked my lips for whatever I could reach with my tongue then reach immediately for a smoke as he slumped backwards into a chair visibly spent from it.I picked he’s phone number up reading it again and without looking asked. He was the strongest warrior in the village.“No”, the village chief shook his head, “That will be a dishonourable act for a warrior. It will start a full-scale war between the two tribes.”“But we..”“I know you are all helpless and reluctant too. But we can not afford another war. There are still many unmated women and widows in our village. What will happen to them if many of our warriors die again? Even if we win the war, our tribe will decline for sure.”They had no argument to the village. “But let’s get you girls more comfortable. Feel free to put your clothes on the bench.”She gestured to a small padded bench in the hallway and started walking towards the back part of the house. Mommy and I quickly stripped and followed her. We passed a bathroom on the right decorated in light blues and purples and a formal dining room in maroons and browns on the left. We walked through an open kitchen and into the den. I stopped short in my tracks at what I saw. I needed a moment to take it.