Chapter Forty Nine
Happy girls, have happy times and certainly that was the case for the two exotic Amazons and as brand new girlfriends they oooed and aaahed as the African pulled one alluring piece of clothing after another from her shopping bags.
Mandal was blown away by the clothes, more for the fact that fashion never had entered her life and the obvious money and care the black woman had taken in buying her such marvelous togs.
Looking down at an array of seductive garments which Oba had carefully spread along the black cotton sheets of Mal’s bed, Mandal said.
“Oh Oba. There beautiful…Please let me pay you for them…Please.”
Waving her aquiline arms in the air, Oba “tsk, tsked” her and smiled as she turned to her and replied.
“Nonsense, darling. I love gifts, especially for some
