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Love on the TransVaal (R) For Language and Content
Love on the Transvaal
A Short Story
By Canyon Shearer
November 2005
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Julie was all hopped up on Cocoa Beans and she kept poking me in the ribs. Needless to say, I didn’t like it.
My mouth tasted tired, like warm Dr. Pepper or cold coffee. I didn’t like that either.
The jeep we were riding in was approaching a herd of Zebras, they seemed indifferent to our approach, like it had happened a hundred times before.
Julie poked me in the ribs and then sprung out of the open roof of the jeep for a better angle with her disposable camera.
Imagine, a $4,000 trip to South Africa’s Transvaal and she brought a $6 camera, or more accurately, eight $6 camera’s.
Our guide, Hans, turned around in his seat to make sure he had my attention and pointed at the Zebras, in case I hadn’t seen them. Hans was a Dutchman and resembled every bit of a man you’d expect to bear a name like that.
I’m pretty sure he was fucking Julie, it wasn’t just the way he had her by the buttock just then in order to support her camera escapades. At camp last night, I couldn’t find either of them after my nap. When they returned, well after sunset, Julie said they had been taking photographs, despite the eight crap cameras in Julies backpack in the tent.
Julie sat back down and poked me in the rib. She pointed at a baby zebra.
Dawn on the Transvaal was beautiful, the blood red sphere topping the plains was at least three times the size as I had seen anywhere else.
I would have been able to enjoy it more if I hadn’t been contemplating if I should kill Julie or Hans, or both. Who’s fault was it, I wondered, Han’s had the benefit of being tall and handsome and rugged, but anyone who had the opportunity to grow up around Goddamned Lions would be rugged.
Julie was probably too pretty for anyone’s good, and far too perky, how could anyone be that damned perky all the time.
She poked me in the ribs and pointed at some sort of dog in the brush, it looked like the ugliest mutt I had ever seen. Julie jumped up on the ledge in the center of the jeep to get a picture. Hans slid his hand up her thigh and under her shorts sleeve for support. The jeep jolted and she almost fell, it was almost convincing, and Hans squeezed to catch her.
A vacation probably wasn’t the smartest thing we could have done, but at least it got Julie away from that prick Dentist friend of hers, the one that was always hanging around and I’m pretty sure was fucking her too.
I wondered if I was fortunate to be able to fuck Julie every night, and if she fucked everyone as well as she fucked me. Last night I thought one of those Goddamned Lionesses had gotten into the tent with me.
How could se be so perky, I wondered as she mused at some sort of rat standing on a hill watching us come. She poked me in the ribs to make sure I saw. The revolting little rat disappeared underground.
I was happy she hadn’t stood up out of the jeep to get a picture of it. Hans glanced in his mirror disappointingly.
The order of the day, which we had specifically asked for, was to stop at a watering hole for lunch. Hans delivered us to a beauty of a pond right after noon. We got out and he parked the jeep a little ways away so animals wouldn’t be wary of it. The pond was sunken in a sort of gully sealed on both ends. The water was cleaner than I expected without a lot of mud, but it wasn’t clean by any means. Julie laid out our pick nick blanket and basket. The Chicken, Corn, and Watermelon that Hans had packed was pretty good, and we were treated to a show of Flamingos, Cranes, and other unidentifiable birds. A mutt similar to the one we had seen earlier came down and got a drink.
Hans brought out the South African Merlot and popped the cork to Julie’s excitement. I’m pretty sure no-one actually likes South African wine, but I drank three glasses anyways, Julie had four, and Hans had one or less.
Julie is naturally perky, add alcohol and you have a real nympho on your hands. For me, and Hans, and a giraffe eyeing us from the horizon, Julie exposed her breasts by ripping open her khaki blouse and throwing it on the basket. I’m pretty sure she had a bra on yesterday, but today she didn’t.
Her torso, stomach and breasts were a pasty, sun hidden white, complimented nicely by the dark pink of her little nipples.
I guess that’s as naked as she wanted to be, because she sprinted into the muddy water and her shorts and sandals. Pink feathers and shrieking wings made their way across the plains and the curious giraffe galloped clumsily away.
“Come on in, the water’s fine,” giggled Julie, covered in muddy water and splashing it over her short brown hair.
“I don’t want to get Malaria,” I shouted back, assuming she was talking to me.
I thought to glance at Hans to see his interpretation of the thing. I guess Julie is a pretty good fuck, good enough to risk malaria, because Hans was already naked and making his way into the cesspool.
I guess Julie had lost interest in me, whoever came to her was the winner, I saw her game now. I hiked up to the Jeep, remembering the beginning of the trip when Hans had showed us the Afrikaner carbine, “In case you would like to shoot something,” he said with a grin. We hadn’t wanted to shoot anything, just see South Africa in all it’s ruggedness.
I check the chamber, there was a round in it.
I crested the hill, the two of them were together in the middle of the dirty lagoon, I don’t know where Julies shorts had gone, but I could see the curve of her perfect muddy ass. I lowered the heavy piece to my eye and pulled the trigger.
The whole fucking conglomeration went over with a splash and a I ratcheted the lever to load a fresh shell.
Julie was screaming by now, her tits, neck and part of her face were covered in a dark red mud pack.
I brought the weapon back to my eye and Julie held up her hands in surrender. I shot Hans’ lifeless body one more time to be sure, and threw the relic of the Boer war into the murky water.
Julie washed herself off in the muddy water and climbed out.
I embraced her naked body, ruining my shirt and shorts. We lay down on the blanket and noticed that our intrepid giraffe had returned. In the distance I could make out a herd of zebras.
Julie is a pretty good fuck.
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