On the transfer bus across the tarmac, at passport control, customs and even in baggage reclaim the men stared and leered, their black faces lit up with wide white eyes and sparkling white teeth. It continued with the coach driver, the holiday firm guide and even the hotel receptionist when they finally arrived there.
Tessa’s annoyance grew as the big black bellboy carried her luggage through the hotel, out into the sprawling gardens and along the path through the trees to her villa. Deliberately he would hang back so as to ogle her backside and when she slowed her pace to walk along side him he ogled her breasts instead. Tessa halted abruptly, her face flushed and her nostrils flaring wild rage.
“Had a good enough look have you?” she shouted, all of her frustrations boiling up and spill
