118. Is there a choice?

Eventually, Donovan sees something moving in the dark, and slowly the shy girl appears.

“Come now, Taiya! He is waiting!”

Taiya steps out into the sunlight and inquisitively looks at Donovan. She is a beauty and feminine. She mesmerizes him. The softest full lips, the most beautiful curled hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. There is something Bollywood in her but also a beauty that he sometimes had seen in South Africa. His eyes caress her figure, the stiff brown skin over her full breasts against the naked flat stomach, and a long slip in her tight skirt that shows the perfect curves of her hips and thighs. Her brown eyes look at him somewhat provocatively but then they focus on the wooden cross. She lifts her eyes again. Now she looks surprised and slightly amazed and he can see she is wondering about the cross.

Kamila breaks the atmosphere impatiently, “Tell Donovan about your herbs now, Taiya.”