The Cat Who Could Read Backwards

Of course, he could not join them in everything they did because there was so much planning and paperwork he had to do. Everyone understood. Eflo closed her eyes. She had reached a powerful orgasm, though, and had to savor it for a moment. Once she had seen a native boy blown into the air by the wires that connect the white men's houses with the fenced in metal houses by the river. "High Voltage" it said to those who could read English. She felt now as though she had touched those wires and was soaring back down to earth, perhaps to the rough waters of the river. She had been aroused for some days now, and release, when it came, had been as sudden as a tropical storm. In no time, Happy's great hands were on her shoulders, turning her around so the soap would wash off. She was as obedient as a small sleepy child. Then there came the velvet-like softness of a cloth gently rubbing between her legs as it rinsed the soapsuds from her still slightly pulsating cunt. She winced when the cloth, as soft as it was, accidentally brushed against her clitoris ...»