The next of my experiences in the village occurred when a notable young wild child appeared. She had come to the village to purge herself and to escape the nightclub lifestyle for a while.
A few days after she arrived she approached me and asked me why I was there.
"I don't know who you are," she said to me, "but I can tell that you are not a native. I was told when I came here that I would not be pestered by any journalists."
I assured her that I was not a journalist and that I lived here.
"I'm not here to trouble you, Lindsey," I said to her, "my name is Tom and I am here to rest the same as yourself."
She seemed relieved that I was just an ordinary Joe going about his business and over the next few days we became friendly and would often exchange pleasantries whenever we saw each other.
One day she asked me to come to her hut. She told me that she had something that she wanted to ask me and she needed my advice.
When I got to her hut she invited me to sit on the bed next to her.
"Tom," she said, "As you can probably imagine, it's not easy being in the public eye. When I go back home to the States, I will be under so much pressure that I feel that I have no choice but to resort to surgery. It's what everybody else does."
I was shocked that she was telling me this and asked her what surgery she had in mind.
She pointed to her breasts.
I looked at their shape under her floral summer dress and thought that they looked perfect to me.
"Lindsey Lohan, you can't be serious," I teased, "as far as I can tell there's nothing wrong with what you have."
"Oh no," she replied, "that's where you are wrong. They're just not big enough. Everyone has silicone implants these days."
"Well, they look alright to me," I said.
"No, you can't possibly tell," she squealed, "I have this dress on and it makes them look bigger than they really are."
"Well, if I could actually see them, then perhaps I could judge better," I joked, "perhaps if you take off your dress, I could have a better look."
She did not look happy.
"Oh, Tom, I thought we were friends," she said, "just because I've been the victim of a few paparazzi tit-slips doesn't mean that I'm going to get topless for just anybody, you know."
She asked me to leave and told me not come back unless I treated her with more respect.
I felt a little foolish, so I crept away with my tail between my legs.
A few hours later she appeared to have a change of heart and sent one of the tribesmen to come and fetch me.
When I climbed the ladder and entered the hut, I got a most pleasant surprise indeed.
She was sat on the bed topless and made no attempt to cover herself. I had a long hard stare at her beautiful tits.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked, "are you sure that they are alright?"
"They're fine" I assured her, "just leave them as they are."
She thanked me and then told me that I'd had seen enough.
She covered herself then asked me to leave again. She told me that we would speak again tomorrow.
The next day she summoned me again.
What I saw when I peered through the door of the hut was such a shock to me that I nearly fell off the ladder.
Lindsey was stood in front of her bed but she had nothing on but a tee-shirt. She was completely naked from the waist down.
