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Subject: {ASSM} Tama Vigit by Rachael Ross (No Sex, Synopsis Provided)
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Tama Vigit

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: No Sex, See Synopsis Below

Synopsis - Stacy's dad is a high school teacher, and the hottest man
around. All of Stacy's teenage friends are trying to seduce him, but
will the sudden arrival of a 16 year old Indian exchange student spell
real disaster for their ambitions?


Tama Vigit
by Rachael

Her name was Tama Vigit and that was the short version, because I
guess people from India have really long names or something. But Tama
Vigit is what we called her and Just Tama for short. She was an
exchange student at my high school, just 16 like me, and I didn't
really want her there. Or at least I didn't want her in my house, put
it that way. But I didn't have much choice in it.

My dad's a teacher, and worse than that, he's one of my teachers at
Jefferson High School. My high school. It sucked having my dad as a
teacher, but not for the reasons you're thinking of probably. Yeah, I
couldn't skip out on school. And yeah, he came to every single parent-
teacher conference. And of course he knew exactly what I was doing
every minute of every day. Those are just the obvious things. What
might not be so obvious is the fact that I took a hard time from all
of my friends, and even kids, girls, who weren't my friends.

"God, your dad is so hot!" My sort of friend Julie was saying during
lunch. Sometimes I liked her, sometimes I didn't.

"I bet he's got a big dick." Petra, who was supposed to be my best
friend, giggled.

"He was looking at me today." Veronica, or just Ronnie was what she
liked, was nodding. "He was checking me out!"

"Oh shut up." I frowned, wrinkling my nose. "He wasn't even looking at
you."

"Does he have a girlfriend yet?" Julie asked, because I had to keep
them up to date on my dad's eligibility for some reason.

"No." I rolled my eyes. "And he isn't looking either."

"Every guy's looking!" Ronnie laughed.

"Well, he isn't." I decided, putting down my sandwich. It was peanut
butter and jelly, I hated that stuff.

"I'll bet I fuck him first." Petra giggled some more and I stared at
her hard. "Sorry, I just mean..." She looked down, blushing a little
because she knew I didn't like it.

They had a bet, my three friends, about which one of them could seduce
my dad first. It didn't matter that they were all 16 year old virgins
and didn't have a clue about sex, except for what their stupid
boyfriends whispered in their ears on Friday nights. They were all
determined that my dad would be their first, and which one of them he
fucked first, she'd be extra special, or something. It all sounded
dumb to me, but he was my dad too, so I didn't exactly see him the
same way they did.

I just wished they'd shut up, you know?

But it wasn't entirely their fault, because my dad was and still is a
good looking man. At that time he was just 34 years old, but he didn't
look it. I mean 34 sounds ancient when you're just 16, but my dad was
anything but that. He was tall, with thick black hair, and eyes like
so blue, yeah I was his daughter, but wow! His eyes, they could make
me forget if I wasn't careful. A strong, clean face, a hard body,
really tight abs and a great butt. My dad had an ass that
was...perfect. There just isn't another word for it. Every girl in
school checked out my dad's butt...Now you know why I hated having him
for a teacher.

I was cute myself, I mean we all were, you know. I had my dad's blue
eyes, thank God! And his black hair, long and wavy. A nice body I was
proud of mostly, except my hips were sorta fat, I thought. But nobody
else did. I looked good and once my boobs got fully grown, I'd be
really hot, or so I hoped.

My friends too.

Petra was a knockout, really, and probably my dad had noticed her. I
mean men walked into plate glass windows at the mall when she was
around, with her honey blonde hair and perfect face. She modeled for
local companies, that's how pretty she was, and someday hoped to go to
New York and be a real one. She just needed to get taller, since Petra
was only like 5'5 then, but maybe she was still growing. Her boobs
were, they were C cups already and she was proud of them.

Julie had B cups, but so firm she didn't wear a bra. Like never, not
even during gym class when we'd run laps or whatever. They were just
there, like the rest of her. She was pretty much in your face cute,
with dark straight hair to her shoulders, parted down the middle
around a heart shaped face. Julie was the most outgoing of us, sort of
wild, which was maybe why I didn't always like her.

But yeah, Julie was seriously cute, much like Ronnie, who had auburn
hair, almost but not quite red, you know? Kind of long and usually in
a ponytail. She had an open face, like an innocent girl next door
look, with freckles across her nose and dimples. A small body too,
very small, but tight. She'd been a gymnast for a long time, but now
she was into dance, like ballet and stuff. Ronnie was hoping she'd
grow too, because she was only 5'2" then and like 80 pounds soaking
wet.

And all three of those girls, who were as pretty and fun and
attractive as any three girls you can think of, all of them wanted to
have sex with my dad. It was a nightmare sometimes, but manageable,
because one thing about my dad...He was a serious guy. I mean he
wasn't one of those teachers you hear about who like rubbing a girl's
shoulders, or maybe keeping one for detention, you know? Just so he
could talk to her about how her grades might improve with a little
friendly persuasion. Nope, my dad was a real teacher, that's what he
liked, and students were students to him, that's all.

Even the ones who flashed him hot pink thongs, like I know Petra did
sometimes. I'd seen her do it. Or Julie, who would wear thin sweaters
and tweak her nipples before class so my dad would see how long and
hard they were. And especially Ronnie, who practically melted into his
lap every time she had a question. She'd make stuff up too, like "Gee
Mr. Robbins, I forgot how to spell my name! tee-hee." and go to his
desk and lean way over, smiling and rubbing and...What a slut.

That's my dad's name, by the way, Mr. Robbins, Michael Robbins. I'm
his only daughter, Stacy Robbins, pleased to meet you.

And then, just as I was thinking I had it covered, that maybe my three
friends were harmless because my dad was too cool for that
stuff...Along comes Tama Vigit.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What?" I was staring at my dad like he'd just told me an alien was
coming to dinner. And there was, just a different sort of alien.

"That exchange student, from India. I told the school board she could
stay with us." My dad shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"Why?" I blinked, realizing I'd heard him right the first time.

"Well." Daddy shrugged. "She has to stay with someone. She's 16 and
you're 16 so...I thought maybe it would be nice having someone around
here you can talk to."

"I can talk to you, dad." I shook my head. "She...She probably speaks
Indian or something."

"I'm sure she does, but she also speaks English very well from what I
understand." My dad smiled, missing the point entirely.

"Where's she gonna sleep?" I challenged him. "The other bedroom's full
of junk."

We had three bedrooms in our house, mine, dad's, and the junk room, so
called because it was where we put our junk.

"Uh, well..." My dad took a bite of the casserole I'd made for dinner.
"...This is really good, Stace."

"No, uh-uh..." I shook my head some more. "Not with me, dad, come on!"

"Why not?" He narrowed his eyes. "You have a big bed, a huge bed.
Three girls could sleep in it easy."

That was sorta true, I had a king size bed which was monstrously huge,
and so did my dad, they'd been on sale for ridiculously cheap when
they closed the Hesse's department store downtown. But I loved my big
huge bed; I didn't want to share it with some goat girl from India! I
didn't want to share my bathroom. I didn't want to share my house. And
most of all I didn't want to share my dad. I liked being the woman of
the house. My house. And me and my dad talked just fine by ourselves,
thank you very much!

"It's my bed, dad!" I got up, knowing I was acting like a little girl,
but I couldn't help it. "You coulda asked, you know!" And then I was
running upstairs, leaving my dad to sit by himself.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I'm sorry." I said.

It was late, my dad was in his bed, grading some papers the way he did
mostly. He said it was better than a sleeping pill, grading papers I
mean. He was an English teacher, so he had to do a lot of reading of
really bad English. Like mine. He was wearing some boxers and a t-
shirt, I just had my long sleepy-t and some panties, but we were
pretty used to each other anyway. I mean it had just been the two of
us since his wife had died like eight minutes after I was born.

I never thought of her as my mom. I'd never had one. She was just my
dad's dead wife.

"It's okay, Stace." He nodded, looking at me over the papers he was
holding. "You were right; I should have asked you first. This is your
house too, and your bed."

"But she's still coming, right?" I sighed, curling up next to him and
my dad nodded.

"Yep."

"I guess it's okay." I put my hand on his chest, facing him on my
right side. "How long is she gonna be here?"

"About 2 months." My dad told me, checking something on the paper with
his red felt tip pen. "Nine weeks. What does this mean, '...she wasn't
quite nothing like I expected...'?"

"Hey!" I sat up a little. "Is that mine?"

"Uh-huh." Daddy clucked his tongue. "I think I should have a talk with
your dad about this story of yours. The grammar is terrible!"

"Oh god!" I just rolled my eyes. "They have a pill for that, you
know."

"What? Poor grammar?" He looked at me, smiling.

"Your multiple personality problem." I giggled. "You're so weird
sometimes!"

"Yeah." He nodded. "But you love me."

"Yeah." I sighed, closing my eyes and snuggling close. "I do, daddy."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You're getting an exchange student?" Petra gave me a funny look.

We were all eating lunch again, like we did everyday. Everybody knew a
couple exchange students were coming, a boy from Germany and a girl
from India, but that was about all we knew.

"Yeah." I picked up a potato chip that had a little green around the
edge and looked at it.

"That German guy?" Julie asked me. "I bet he's hot!"

"Are you retarded?" Ronnie stared at Julie. "I bet he's hot...Ohhh,
he's hot...Wow! He's hot..." She was bobbling her head and imitating
Julie. "Grow up!"

"Oh yeah, like you're not checking guys out?" Julie rolled her eyes.
"Fuck you."

"Fuck you!" Ronnie shot back. They were always fighting like that
though, it wasn't anything to get alarmed about. They'd known each
other since they were 3 years old in preschool together, so they were
more like sisters than friends sometimes.

"It's not the guy." I said, deciding green potato chips were probably
poisonous and throwing it back down.

"You're getting that Indian girl?" Petra asked. "The one from India?"

"No." I smiled. "The Indian girl from France."

"Duh!" Julie giggled.

"Her names like Tajmahalnajaba Vigitasawyararwa wa ya wa..." I just
laughed adding syllables.

"God." Ronnie shook her head. "She probably smells bad."

"She's gonna cook a goat, probably." Julie said.

"Probably brought one with her." Ronnie laughed.

"Her boyfriend!" Julie laughed too. It was nice they'd made up
already, but God those two could be annoying.

"When is she getting here?" Petra asked, deciding to ignore our two
brain damaged friends.

"Umm..." I shrugged. "Like this weekend, Sunday I think. Or else she
leaves on Sunday and gets here on like Saturday. It's like the other
side of the world so she gets here before she leaves, or something."

"Weird." Petra sipped her coke.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Hey, how come they don't teach sex ed and drivers ed on the same days
in India?" Julie grinned at us. "Cause the camel gets tired!"

"That's so stupid." Petra stuck out her tongue.

"Get it? They like fuck the camel!" Julie was laughing and Ronnie too.

"I don't think they got camels in India." I said, but it was sorta
funny.

"So?" Julie grinned at me. "You can ask that girl when she gets here."

"Yeah." Ronnie licked her lips. "Ask her if she ever fucked a camel."

"You got a dirty mouth." I started getting up. "Both of you. It's
embarrassing."

"Jealous?" Julie made a face at me.

"Teacher's pet!" Ronnie laughed and I hated that. It was the oldest
joke in the world, because my dad was the teacher, you know. I'd heard
it a gazillion times. Easy.

"I wish I was an exchange student." Petra said behind me as the others
got up to follow.

"You wanna go to India?" Julie giggled.

"Vomit!" Ronnie added. "What do ya want to do that for?"

"No, I mean like come here." Petra said. "Stay at Stacy's house for a
couple months? With her dad?" I didn't have to see her to know she was
wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh, no shit!" Ronnie said.

"God, what if she's like totally hot?" Julie asked no one in
particular. "Hey, Stace, what's this girl look like?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Indian I guess." I turned my head to look at
her. "Brown maybe?"

That got us all thinking though, even me. I didn't want some good
looking Miss Teenage India living in my house with me and my dad. Not
like I was sick or anything. I didn't want to have sex with my own
dad, but still. I didn't really want him to have sex with anyone, you
know?

My friends kind of argued it back and forth and then we all wondered
just how pretty a girl from India could be anyway. We came to a
consensus that she was probably like 4'5" tall, 160 pounds, with a
Zapata mustache and hairy pits and some obscene body odor. That didn't
sound all that good to me either though, since she'd be sleeping in my
bed, but it suited my three friends just fine.

Unfortunately we were all in for a serious disappointment. Like how
could it be otherwise?

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Is that her?" I asked for like the fifth time, wondering just how
many people they could get on one of those 747 jets anyway.

There was like a million people coming through the gate. She'd have
gone through customs in New York already, and then taken a flight from
there to here, so at least it wasn't like a direct flight from
Calcutta or wherever she was from; picking one girl out of a few
hundred Indians all getting off the same airplane would have been
really tough. It was bad enough with all the regular people.

"Nope." My Dad said. "I don't think so." He was making me hold up the
sign that said 'Tama Vigit' on it, cause he said that was what her
email said we could call her.

"Shoulda asked for her picture, dad." I said.

"Yeah...maybe...Oh, there I think..." He focused on one girl and I
followed his gaze, and I had a sinking feeling that it was probably
her, and when she saw me holding the sign she smiled and waved, just a
little one.

I figured she'd be like wearing a robe or something. Or silk pajamas
maybe, with a veil, you know? But she was wearing a 'I love New York'
t-shirt, one of those ones with the heart on it, and a pair of acid
washed jeans and some sneakers. She had a backpack over one shoulder,
and was pulling a suitcase on wheels behind her. Except for her skin
and thick black hair, I didn't think she looked very Indian, I mean
she wasn't even that dark really, just sorta creamy coffee colored.
Well, the red dot in the middle of her forehead was kinda weird
though, I guess.

And she was hot, just walking towards us, and I wished I'd really made
myself up nice. But all I'd done was been resentful, so I'd just
thrown on some old clothes and barely brushed my hair. This girl had
just gotten off an airplane traveling halfway around the planet for
like 20 hours straight and she looked great.

I hated her.

"Tama?" My dad was all smiles and Mr. Friendly suddenly.

"Yes." The girl smiled and nodded, looking at my dad. And her eyes
were green, like a cat. Not brown. Didn't all those people have brown
eyes? Jesus...Even her eyes couldn't be boring.

And she was tall. Like 5'10 I bet. I thought Indian people were short
or something. I'm about 5'6" and I thought I was tall for being 16,
but this girl was like a giant. Except she wasn't even fat! She
probably weighed as much as me, or just a pound more, maybe. And all
her weight was like in her boobs and ass. She had tits like...Well,
not like mine! More like Petra's except...more. And her butt, I hadn't
even seen her from behind and I didn't want to! I could already tell
her butt was perfect, it had to be the way those jeans just hugged her
hips and butt, and even her thighs too.

My friends were gonna be pissed!

"You are Mr. Robbins, sir? Michael?" She called my dad by his first
name and I bit my lip.

"Yeah." My dad nodded happily, like what man wouldn't? "Oh, this is my
daughter, Stacy." Dad suddenly remembered me, it was a miracle.

"Of course." Tama smiled at me then and she had the most perfect teeth
I'd ever seen. "It is so nice to meet you, Stacy. I have been looking
very much towards it."

I thought she was going to hold out her hand and I'd decided I might
just ignore it when she gave me a hug instead.

Hard to ignore a hug, so I hugged her back. A little, looking up at
the ceiling since her left boob was in my ear practically. This wasn't
what I expected, and I got the feeling my dad hadn't been expecting
this either. He'd probably thought, okay another 16 year old kid, you
know, same old same old...Christ, it was more like she was 19 or
something. What? Do people age different in India? I didn't even know
they had dentists over there. She wasn't a kid; she wasn't like any
teenage girl I'd ever heard of. It took me all of two seconds to
figure that out.

And talk about weird! Maybe it's cause they got like half the people
in the world living there or something, so they haven't really got any
privacy anyway, but this Tama girl, she totally invaded my personal
space. She just put her arm around me, like I was...I don't know, her
sister, or girlfriend or something. We just walked along, hip to hip,
or actually my hip was like against her thigh mostly. Jesus, where did
she get those legs? And my dad followed us carrying her bags like a
lost puppy.

It was pathetic.

"Do you like my shirt, Stacy? I bought it in New York. It was so
exciting for me to see it, but only from the air. I also have bought a
shirt for you, but..." Tama looked down at me. "Perhaps it will be too
large?"

Tama looked almost sad, but I figured she was just rubbing it in as I
looked down at my chest, feeling like I was 12 again.

"Well, I'll grow into it." I said, sort of smiling, but it would have
been nice if she'd tripped or something right about then.

"Oh yes!" Tama laughed and I hated her laugh. It was sweet and melodic
and genuine. That was the worst part.

"You must be very tired from your trip, Tama..." My dad was saying,
making chit-chat as we walked towards the parking lot and our car.

"It was exhausting, yes." The girl nodded, smiling over her shoulder.
"But I feel so much invigorated now, thank you sir!"

So much invigorated? What the heck did that mean?

"You don't have to call me sir." My dad chuckled. "Mr. Robbins is
fine, or...even Michael is okay at home, you know."

My dad wanted her to call him Michael? I groaned inwardly.

"Oh, no sir." Tama shook her head. "My father was very, um...Explicit?
Yes, explicit and I must be certain to be respectful. I am a guest in
your home, I am very thankful and honored."

"Uhhh..." My dad shrugged. "Okay. I guess. I don't want to get you in
trouble."

Tama laughed at that. "I am sure you will not get me in trouble, sir.
I must be the one to be careful, I think." And she was looking at him
and my ears burned. That was a come on, I knew it was. This slut was
like 5 minutes off the plane and she was hitting on my dad!

"I'm sure a young woman like yourself can't get into too much trouble,
Tama." My dad chuckled. "You're certainly not what we expected, is she
Stacy?"

"Ah...Nope." I had to agree with that. "Not what we expected at all."

"You are very kind to say so, I think." Tama said, giving me a little
squeeze. "You are very much like I expected."

"Me?" I looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"In my country we expect all American girls will be beautiful." Tama
giggled softly. "It makes us very jealous, and though I know that
isn't true, I was certain that you must be."

"I don't understand." I said, wondering if I'd been complimented or
not.

It was hard to understand Tama because her English was weird. It was
like she arranged the words a little differently than what I expected
to hear, you know? It kinda threw me off.

"The emails your father would send to me were very generous." Tama
nodded, as if that explained everything. "I would eagerly await them
every day after my studies."

"Oh." I shrugged and I wondered just how many emails they'd shared. So
far as I knew my dad had written her just once, but if she was waiting
every day...I shrugged it off though. I hadn't bothered paying much
attention anyway, so maybe he'd sent her like 2 or 3 or something. Big
deal. Or so I told myself.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Uhhh...Well, this is my room." I said, turning on the light because
it was dark already, about 7pm on Sunday night.

We'd stopped for dinner at a Denny's and Tama had eaten a big bacon
cheeseburger with like a double order of fries and a strawberry shake.
I figured she'd turn into a blimp if she kept that up for two months.
I had a salad, because I was trying to get rid of the stubborn baby
fat on my hips, but my stomach was growling for French fries. God! I
hated her.

"Oh this is a lovely room, Stacy!" Tama was gushing and I narrowed my
eyes, thinking maybe she was mocking me. "It is so beautiful and your
bed is so large! I have never seen before in my life a bedroom such as
this for one girl!"

"Uh, yeah." I laughed, but only because she made me nervous. Like
sometimes I saw this old lady who pushed a shopping cart around the
neighborhood. She talked like too.

"It is nice, isn't it?" My dad must have thought Tama was perfectly
normal, he was happy as could be. "We refinished it last spring. Stacy
picked out the wallpaper and carpet."

"Oh, and it is very fine! So beautiful and soft as well!" She'd kicked
off her shoes and wiggled her toes, which were cute and brown and
devoid of polish, like her fingernails. She didn't have much makeup on
either, but I hadn't really noticed because she was beautiful enough
already. Makeup would probably be a waste on her.

"Well, I'll leave you girls to get situated. Stacy, you can show her
around the house, right? I have a little work to do before school
tomorrow." My dad smiled at us. "Oh, uh if you need anything, Tama,
anything at all, my bedroom is uh, just there." He gave a little wave
and nodded.

"Oh yes, please wait for me one moment, sir. I also have for you a
gift." She touched my dad's hand, but didn't really grab it at least.

Tama was opening her suitcase, not an overly large one, and we waited
trying not to stare at her clothes and stuff as she dug though it. At
least I wasn't really looking, but you know. I was a little curious.
Her clothes looked pretty normal though, even her little bikini
panties, a half dozen pairs in different colors, which she tossed
aside under my dad's nose practically. So now we knew what kind of
underwear she liked.

I was really not liking her though.

"It is here." Tama finally smiled and stood up, brushing a long silky
strand of black hair from her big green eyes. "It is for you. For your
household I will mean to say." She held out a cardboard box, not a
large one, maybe 8 inches square.

"Oh, well thank you, Tama." My dad smiled at the girl and took it,
giving me a little smile of my own as he opened it. "Oh...What is
it?"

He pulled out a small black and red porcelain statue, with like 4 arms
and a mean looking face, sitting cross-legged with a big penis
sticking up between his legs. He turned it this way and that and I
didn't laugh, but I wanted to. I mean the thing had a cock, you know?
Long and hard and red tipped. It was obscene!

"It is Denshu." Tama smiled happily. "He is the bringer of fortunate
copulation and fertility."

"Uh..." My dad did laugh then, so I did too.
"Fortunate...copulation..." Daddy said slowly, licking his lips.
"Well, sure. I guess we can..." He cleared his throat. "...We can use
some of that. Some of us." He looked pointedly at me and he was
blushing!

I knew he didn't want me having any fortunate copulation, that was for
certain! I couldn't even have a real boyfriend yet; my dad was making
me wait until he saw my first semester report card. As if one had
anything to do with the other! He was just looking for an excuse to
keep me from dating, but he couldn't do it forever, and I saw guys all
the time anyway around school and at the mall and stuff. Guys liked me
a lot.

But guys were definitely gonna like Tama even more, I knew that, and
yeah...I was jealous, so what?

"That's pretty cool." I managed to say, because Tama looked at us a
little uncertainly, like maybe she hadn't picked the right gift.

"Yes? Do you think so? " Tama licked her soft lips.

"Yeah. Thanks Tama, it's beautiful." I said with as straight a face as
I could, which was good enough for her. My dad too, since obviously
being nice to Tama was gonna get me some real brownie points with him.
I could see that already.

"Oh, I am so happy!" Tama was smiling big again. "You must put him in
your bedroom." She told my dad. "Or this bedroom, if you will like to
have good fortune when you..."

"I think my bedroom will be perfect for this." My dad interrupted her
gently. "I have just the spot for it, er...him."

"Oh, please? May I help you, sir?" Tama asked. "I will pray to him for
you and ensure he is a happy Denshu."

"Sure, yeah. Uh, right this way." My dad led Tama to his bedroom and I
just stayed where I was.

Why couldn't she at least have obscene body odor? She smelled like
flowers, like wild flowers that don't grow anyplace I ever heard of.
It was a good smell and I hated it. I smelled like Zest soap. She
walked around with fertility gods in her luggage. I had a little Kirby
on the zipper of my purse that giggled when I pushed its nose. God! I
laid down on my bed...Nine weeks of this? What did I do? Why was I
being punished?

I could hear them giggling. I mean really, both of them, my dad and
Miss Bombay, and then it was quiet for a little while and I really
hoped the girl was praying, because it was too quiet. I guess she was
though, because five minutes later Tama was back, and just as happy as
she could be. My new best friend. Whoopee.

I showed her the two drawers in my dresser I'd emptied for her, and
the closet complete with hangers she could use. I showed her the
bathroom, the kitchen. How the TV and Stereo remotes worked. The
computer so she could email her friends and family back home. I showed
her the backyard and the basement. I even showed her the junk room.
And I tried to be friendly, I really did, because I did get over it a
little, sorta, her being beautiful and tall and outgoing and exotic
and ...blah. I hated her.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"She's taking a bath." I said, speaking softly into the phone, even
though I didn't need to. I was downstairs talking to Petra.

"What's she like? What's she look like?" My best friend asked.

"Mmmm..." I had to think about it. "Sorta like Halle Berry..."

"Your kidding me."

"...except more exotic."

"More exotic?"

"Better."

"Better than Halle Berry?"

"Yeah." I bit my lip. "She's got a red dot between her eyes."

"A red dot?"

"Yeah. And um, she brought a fertility god guy with her."

"A fertility god guy?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded into the phone. "With a penis."

"She brought a guy with a penis?" Petra giggled. "You liar! She's butt
ugly isn't she?" I didn't say anything. "Isn't she?" There was doubt
in her voice then.

"She's your worst nightmare, Petra." I told my friend, and Tama was
mine too, I thought.

It was gonna be a long nine weeks.


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Note: This will be continued when I have time. That could be tomorrow,
or next month, so take it as it is for now. -rr

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