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The s*x Song
They sat very close together on a huge log termites had feasted on for many generations.
Behind them, the taxi was dark and silent. Ahead of them, forest-like undergrowth. He studied her fingers, one by one in the pale moonlight, as if each digit was some incredible find. He, the treasure hunter, she, the treasure.
How long had they been talking? It was so easy with him. She’d spilled out all her hurt when her dad died, and how her brother and her Zulu friends had saved her. She’d never talked of this to another living soul.
He told her of his strange upbringing and how, with the help of Stef, he’d followed his dream. He told her of the crash and the prison camp.
Something made her hold back from telling him about her dream job in America. It was the only thing that w
