Chapter Thirty-One
As 128 nears, there comes familiarity. The woman is stunningly gorgeous, well coifed raven hair, the shifting sarong hinting at perfect form. 128 has before seen her... not at Nusquam. Movies... television... she is no doubt as famous as she is beauteous. Bald, branded and tattooed 128’s sense of inferiority pervades as does her envy. Then a name is recalled. It is Hollywood actress Florence Gale, her amazing talent exceeding her looks.
In standing proximate, for many moments 128 gawks in timid silence. Then she finally glances at the actress’s naked companion. African America, even features projecting a rugged handsomeness, his front side is as impressively shaped and muscled as his back. But more impressive is a long, thick male appendage. Jutting forth from a shaven
