“No worry, though. Allies don’t need to protect our borders with each other.”After that, sometimes in the middle of a game she mentions Madagasc...ar and gives me a look. Or maybe it’s not a look at all, just something I imagine, but in any case, I get to see her breasts.In Madagascar, according to her, anyway, they still speak French, what she’s taking. What’s “risky” to us is “risqué” to them, her explanation, for when we start kissing and let the game run its course.RISK FOR FOURThree. .weaker men have fled crying after some of their parties! Fast forward to me hanging out at one end of the pool deck after the huge barbeque feast that was served and sipping on what seemed like my 20th cocktail when Tamara came sashaying over to me in her nylon-thin two piece neon blue and black Brazilian bikini, took the drink out of my hand and put it on the table, looked me square in the eye with her smoky, fuck-me eyes, put her hands on her oh-so-creamy hips while thrusting them outward. To me, however, the shame of Mother's taking his bed, and everyone knowing it, to support us was all that mattered. I confess I thought her no better than a Wh-r-.I was enlightened a bit when, upon the Lord's death, Mother married the mill-owner Skizzleby, a low and mulish man, but one whose wealth outweighed his complete lack of other charms. Now Mother had respectability-- but not love, nor was there any love for me. In short order I was shipped off to the Indies, in the company of Aunt. ”“As much as I hate to leave, you’re right and besides, I'll be home around one o’clock” and gave her a light slap on her cute derrière as she scampered back to the bedroom.“I'll be in the kitchen,” she said as I was finishing up in the master bathroom.“Okay, I’ll be down shortly.”A few minutes later, I entered the kitchen and there was Sally with her back to me as she fried some bacon. The toast with butter and huckleberry jam was already on the table. She was dressed in a white T-shirt that.