Cultura Part Four
Written by Rod Adams   
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
She made her way down the path from the tin-roofed bungalow. Bare-footed. Hips swinging. Wearing a white see-through shift. And very little else. Dark hair framing a handsome, intelligent, face. A face as white as bone china. Legs of the same colour. And this in a land of sallow-skinned city dwellers and dark-skinned Indians. I was taken completely by surprise. She smiled, showing perfect teeth. With my mouth wide open I joined the Goldfish Club. On the spot!
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