I found a note in the bathroom letting me know that the girls had gone upstairs to the pool deck for their breakfast and tanning session. "Please join...us." It said.Well, who am I to argue?I gathered up what I needed and went upstairs. I showered and then walked out onto the sundeck. Ashlee and Brenda were alone on the sundeck. Seems as no one else had come up."Good morning sleepy head." Ashlee said from behind her shades and magazine she was reading."Hi daddy." Brenda said with enthusiasm."Good. M. and the sun was just coming up over the hills. That’s when I started to get this strange feeling of deja vous. Okay so you will think I’m a bit strange, but I swear to god that the amber and orange hues that painted the sky were the very same that pleasured me in my dreams. The eerie feeling that washed over my entire being seemed to run in succession. The woman across the road that had the audacity to breast-feed her baby right out on the front porch. Now come on, do I brush my teeth, comb. Holding me down with one hand in the small of my back, she began smacking my vibrating bottom, slowly at first but then more and more forcefully until the tears were welling up in my eyes and my bottom cheeks were on fire.“You will NOT pleasure yourself unless you have been specifically permitted to do so. Do you understand? You naughty, naughty boy” Miss Marsh admonished me, slapping my arse cheeks after each word.Despite the smarting of my cheeks, the slapping of my bottom was having an. Stanley summed it up when an argument had flared up in the bar one day. “I know the Boers. I’ve lived with them and fought with them in the Zulu wars. They’re farmers and ranchers. They don’t want their country ripped up by get rich quick merchants and then leave when it’s all gone. They’re all God fearing men who will defend their land with the last drop of their blood as all you farmers would do if someone tried to take your lands.“So you agree with them?” someone in the crowd yelled.Stanley.