I jumped right into the pool with a big splash. When I turned around, I saw that the shadow had been cast by Musa, our gardener. He was a tall, thin Fulani man from the North. I had completely forgotten that he often liked to arrive early in the morning to get a lot of the work done in the lawn before it became too hot. “I sorry, Madam,” he said. My face was red with indignation. At first, I felt extremely angry at him. No doubt he had stood there watching me, lying completely Unclad on the air mattress, my legs spread, fingering my privates. Yet, he did seem very embarrassed himself. He motioned that he had just come around the side of the pool, where he had been attending the flowers there and… well, he literally ran into me. “I sorry. Sorry, madam” he kept stuttering “Oh… it’s okay, Musa He smiled and nodded. Although I could see he was trying not to look, he couldn’t quite turn his eyes away from my magnificent jugs bobbing in the water. I also couldn’t turn my eyes away from the ...
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