The Local Flavour
‘Do you mind if I join you?’ She is tall and blond, but that is the most one can say of her. She is fat beyond caring, broad shoulders, thick arms white and freckled, the flesh hard and compact. Small flat breasts, big round belly stretching the cloth of her one-piece bathing suit. Impossible to tell her age, it could be anywhere between thirty and fifty. ‘This sun is killing me. You’re a smart boy to keep out of it.’ I have found a place under the palm trees on the beach, just off the ruins. The lady lowers her broad behind into the sand right next to me, using my shoulder for support. Although on a first impression she seems to be of some standing, she is not sitting exactly ladylike. One fat hairless …