The party attracted the attention of the whole village as it made its way in between small thatch huts till it reached a somewhat larger one in the ce...ter of the village, where the village chief lived.When they got to the headman’s house, Helena was unceremoniously dumped on the ground where she remained still tied up, lying on her side in the dirt, and almost naked in her wicked weasel bikini. She presented quite a contrast to the freshly made up Luisa who was comfortably seated at a tree. Some of the prints I recognized; Escher, Van Gogh, others I didn’t. A mess of a piece, in particular, caught my eye, and I couldn’t decide if I liked it or not.“A friend of ours is an artist,” Dan said. “He’s not very good and a lot of the time I don’t get his stuff, but doing his art makes him happy, and we like to support him.”A glass of wine was pushed into my hand as I sat down on the small, faded plaid sofa behind me.“Nervous?” Grace asked, breaking the silence.“Yeah,” I admitted.“Don’t. Coming out of the bathroom, I found Tim standing nearby. “I’m sorry about that,” he said.“That’s okay,” I responded. “Really.”Later, when I was talking to my uncle Ed, I said, “Tim suggested that I spend the night. Is that okay with you?”“Sure,” he answered. “We would love to have you.”Most of the extended family was still there when Tim and I were again just having more casual conversation. “Hey, Tim,” I said. “I asked Ed if I could spend the night.”He smiled real big. “You’re k**ding me…”I. She looked at him with a twitch of annoyance and amusement. How come he got to sleep while she was so restless? She stared at him thinking of the night before. She blushed a little. Jason was a great lover and her thighs were still aching from the vicious love making session. Heat flushed her face as she recalled exactly what he had done. Just thinking about it was getting her aroused. She slowly touched her throat, slowly moving her fingers down to the peak of her breasts. She struggled not.