A group of six individuals, one male and five females are standing on a hill overlooking the beach. The islanders are tall and have light tan skins. A loin cloth covers the man who is armed with an axe, knife, and a bow and arrows. The women, who are carrying baskets, are naked except for grass skirts. They watch Tanya shaking the water from her hair. The sun is drying a bikini that barely covers her voluptuous body.
They islanders converse among themselves, the female doing most of the talking. The discussion stops, the male hands the bow and arrows to one of the females and walks down the hill toward Tanya.
Tanya is afraid. She doesn't know anything about the cultures of the Pacific, and the man advancing toward her is built like Adonis. His handsome face is nether smiling nor frowning. What is he going to do? Tanya stands her ground, legs spread shoulder width apart, and her arms folded over her breasts.
He stops about five paces from her and hesitates as he surveys her. In a halting, strangely accent voice he says, "Do - you - you- speak- En - English?"
Tanya smiles, they speak English she things to herself before speaking, "Yes, I'm an American."
"Good,- I won't - have to - teach you - the language - and we need more labor - and breeding stock," he said, as he stepped forward, drew his knife, and deftly sliced the strap holding her bikini in place.
Labor and breeding stock she thought before he pulled the knife from his loin cloth, before she could respond the bikini fell to her waist exposing her ample breasts.
He smiled as her uncovered flesh reverberated to their natural position. "You - won't need - that garment - take it off - and follow me."
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