This is a bit different from my usual but you will find it interesting. It is not a history story.
One of the last places on earth colonized by the Europeans was Australia. The natives were Aborigines and arguably one of the most backward groups comparatively speaking to be found on the planet. They were a pushover for the white colonizers and hundreds of thousands died of disease and maltreatment. From Victorian times, the strait laced government treated them patronisingly and the idiot churches attempted to bring them into the civilized world mainly by wresting children away from their families and drumming religion and the three ‘R’s into their heads still filled with tribal mysticism dating back millennia. Burdened by lack of education, they have tried to get jobs and hold them, but have mainly been confined to poverty stricken ghettos in the bush, living on the dole and spending that on booze. The booze makes them violent and angry and they rape and beat their women. The lucky ones are those who escape to the cities, get some education and find jobs. Over the last two hundred years there has been plenty of interbreeding and they are the ones that succeed. The basic aborigine shape is deep brown skin, huge flat nose and skinny builds. With race mixing, quite beautiful women, and men, result. This is the story of one such beauty. Her name is Cindy.
Landing in the pitch black of the hills north east of Kabul, my right medial ligament snapped as a boulder beneath my foot rolled away down the slope. One of a four man Special Air Service (SAS) reconnaissance team, I had stupidly jeopardized the whole mission. They left me dug into the hillside for three days until they completed what we had come to do, then carried me out over the border and then to a German hospital. The surgery was brilliant but my days of jumping out of aeroplanes in the middle of the night were over. I was medically retired and settled in a good sized town with all the mod cons – McDonalds, Pizza Hut and a sizeable mall. I took up golf and owned and ran the local camping survival store. I bought a house in the upmarket end of town and settled into a life. My middle aged and widowed cleaning lady who came three times a week enabled me to come that often at least. It was charming and uncomplicated. We did for each other.
I was at the local shops one Sunday afternoon when I saw a young girl being forcibly dragged into a later model sedan by two black lads, one of whom was clutching a half empty wine flagon. My eyes narrowed and I moved closer looking as if I was passing by. The girl’s head was in the car already and the two guys outside were pushing while one inside the car was pulling. Her black T-shirt was half way up her velvety smooth back and she was shrieking.
‘Let me go you bastards, let me go. You’re nothing but a bunch of drunken cunts. My old man is gunna kill you, you bastards!!’ she screamed.
‘Carn Cindy, you cock teasing bitch. You’ll fucken well love what we’re gunna do to you, you horny little cunt,’ this from the depths of the car.
A kick to the back of each knee followed by a straight arm to the back of their ear laid the two outside assailants out cold. My sore knee tingled but did not collapse. I reached for the hand clutching the girl’s T-shirt and broke a finger. I think it was the scream more than the sudden letting go that caused her to rocket backward against me. I held her trembling young body by the elbows as she glared into the car at the occupant who was writhing in agony on the back seat.
‘Serves ya right, ya dirty, filthy pig,’ she screeched. She suddenly bent and picked up the gurgling flagon and raised it over her head with the obvious intent of flinging it at the guy on back seat. I prised it gently from her hand and emptied the remnants over the crotch of the nearest recumbent form.
She looked up at me with cat green eyes. I shook my head. I steered her away from the carnage and the wailing and put her into the front seat of my Nissan Z. ‘Where to?’ I asked as I reversed out of the parking lot.
She glared ahead, holding her arms tightly around herself, rocking back and forth. After a moment, she said, ‘I got nowhere, mister, nowhere at all.’
‘Why?’
‘One of them blokes doin’ the pushin’ was me brother an’ the uvver two was cousins.’ She looked at me with those incredible green eyes shimmering with restrained tears. ‘Me mum left me wiv me aunt when she went into rehab, but then me aunt was arrested a coupla nights ago after she stabbed some tart down the sports ground. Those three bastards have been after me ever since.’ She looked ahead. ‘I ain’t ‘ad no sleep since wiv them bastards tryin’ to get in me room and get at me. It’s been hell, mister, hell. The rest of the family are way up north an’ I ain’t got no money. ‘Sides, I don’t know where they are cos they’re drovin’ cattle.”
‘How about I drop you with the authorities, the police or social services?’
Bright red tinged her caramel coloured cheeks. ‘Are you kiddin? They’d whack me in a foster home and I’d probably be worse off. Nah, drop we outside of town on the highway and I’ll hitch north.’
We had pulled over to the kerb. I looked at her. Dishevelled as she was, she had a certain something. Maybe it was the clarity and directness of her gaze that made it clear to me that she had principles. ‘How old are you, girl?’
‘Sixteen, just. Why?’
I turned and looked directly at her fixing her with a solemn and steely stare. ‘I am no child molester, girl. I’m a decent, law abiding man. I am offering you a place to stay until things with your mother get straightened out. No more, no less. But, I will tell you this, put one foot out of place and I will dump you by the road like a dog. I’ll ask nothing of you except respect for me and mine. Take anything and I’ll break your fingers one by one. OK?’
‘No strings?’
‘None whatsoever.’
‘Okay, but, lay one finger on me and I’ll bust ya one wiv whatever I can lay me hands on.’
‘Fair enough.’
So I took her home and settled her into the guest rooms. I could see she was mightily impressed as the house, gardens and pool were surrounded by lush tropical plantings and completely private. I took her shopping and gave her a couple of hundred dollars for necessities. A small part of me expected her to vamoose with my cash and that I would be grateful. A larger part told me to be happy if she stayed in my life to ease the boredom and loneliness. She returned and we got on with life.
I soon found out that she had dropped out of school the year before so I insisted that education was the primary focus for her. I enrolled her at the local private school and paid for after hour’s tuition so she could catch up. She caught up alright and surpassed my expectations with very high results. Cindy, for that was her name, was very bright and took on mathematics, science and computer science with ease and devotion. The drama mistress was paid to change a lifetime of dreadful speaking inherited from her uneducated family. She studied all the teen magazines but ignored the extremes of fashion choosing clothes that suited her and disguising to some extent that she had an enormous bosom for one so young. With good cooking, she filled out from scrawny to shapely. With expert help from the local beauty shop, Cindy learnt the art of cosmetics and hair care. With her lustrous black hair, creamy caramel complexion and vivid green eyes she became absolutely beautiful.
On the night of her graduation ball, she looked a million dollars. The jaw of the tall handsome dude who was to squire her dropped almost to his knees when he came to pick her up and saw her coming down the stairs.
‘Oh my god,’ he whispered in awe. ‘Oh my god, she’s gorgeous.’
I felt like a proud parent, up to a point. Suddenly, I also felt extremely jealous and possessive. But, that was not allowed in our relationship. I kissed her on the cheek and let her go, figuratively and literally. I worried but she came home at a reasonable hour and gave her date a chaste kiss on the cheek and sent him on his way. She graduated with very high honours and I sent her to university to study medicine in the capital city. I missed her sorely and was ecstatic, without showing it, when she came home at the end of each semester and every second weekend. Filled with enthusiasm we would talk for hours and while she would do most of the talking, she would ask my opinion on the many different subjects we covered.
I taught her to swim, and I taught her to defend herself. Of the thirty nine ways to kill a person with her hands, she knew fourteen. She decided she would ensure that she was no longer bothered by her kin and any others from her extended family. I went along with the plan even if somewhat reluctantly. I drove her to one of the local parks where a large group of aboriginal dole recipients sat around under a monster fig tree drinking there flagons of cheap wine and muscat and as many cans of beer as they could. The air was redolent with the smell of the low grade grass being smoked. She was dressed in white short shorts that clearly showed the cleft of her pudenda, a pronounced camel toe, a sleeveless t-shirt that moulded her bra-less majestic bosom and sneakers. She stood over the group, hands on hips and belligerently demanded to know whether any of them would like to take her on. I leaned against my car forty yards away and watched her demolish five of them as they attacked her. After that, the rest of them sat down and watched her warily. She poked her finger at each of the mini groups and demanded they leave her alone in future. Looking sheepish, they all nodded in turn. Cindy never had any trouble after that. She walked back to me with a triumphant smile, her magnificent chest wobbling gently, puffed out with satisfaction and I had real trouble hiding my hard on as she kissed me on the cheek and murmured her thanks.
One weekend, I came into the kitchen and June, my very friendly housekeeper, was washing dishes in the sink. The window overlooked the pool area. With her hands in the water I took the opportunity to snuggle my loins up against her large soft buttocks while reaching around to take a handful each of her big soft breasts unencumbered by a bra beneath her loose shirt.
