Our leader, abbess Clarissa, a tall voluptuous redhead of a fierce and proud demeanor. Square-jawed and forceful, almost masculine in her beauty. Sist...r Genevieve, her right hand, the first Negress I had ever known or seen. From Sierra Leone, she was mistress to a Portuguese trader who brought her here after her parents had been captured for the slave trade. Strikingly beautiful with a fierce angular face and the lean hard body of a born warrior. She never smiled and she never left the side of. We started chatting and we decided that she will come to my place and we will chill as there wasn’t anyone around. My place was on ground floor so she came from the back door as we couldnt risk anyone seeing her coming to my place.She always dresses up casually and it wasn’t much different that day. She was wearing tank top and shorts. She looks more cute than hot. Till the time she came, I had all the booze and food in my house set up. I and roommates use to have quite a lot of booze at our. .. trade?"Mbuto started counting on his fingers. "one ... two ... four ... three with thumb is five ... um..." He looked down at his splayed hand with a sort of bizarre consternation, as though he'd never seen his palm before. "um ... lets me see ... fourteens ... fifteens ... sixteens with Jongo, he change mind last minutes when other fellows be joshing at him." Sixteen porters, you say. Hmmm." I did the quick math. We'd save about 350 Congolese dollars, or very nearly six pounds sterling.I. "Who's that with Mr Hobson?" I asked Kevin during the next pause in ourplaying."What? There's no one with Mr Hobson."I looked again. The mystery man had disappeared.Just before we started working through the next section Mr Hobsonapproached Mrs Russell and they had a quick discussion. He kept pointingto the front of the orchestra and there was obviously some discussionabout seating arrangements."Okay," Mrs Russell said with a sigh, as Mr Hobson again retreated to theback of the hall. "Let's.