When I was 20, I went to work in a camp in China for charity. Like a mission, building structures and roads or whatever the project owners and managers decided to do. China has a lot of manual labour but at the time was the recipient of charitable finances from a church group and other cooperating fund-raising organizations. I was one of three white men in the entire area. We all worked with the people of the area to complete construction of any given project.
The other two white men were an older guy about 65 years old who was always with a very formal looking woman (his wife). The minister was the other one and he was maybe a few years younger, 60 years old perhaps. I was just a fresh rookie, arriving on my first day and getting off of a small bus when a small Chinese girl approached me and spoke in very broken English. She took my suitcase and carried it away. I didn't even see where she took it and wondered if she just stole my stuff but I relaxed as I saw her a few minutes later.
I was introduced to some of the leaders and managers of the project, two of them were the two older white men, and I got put to work quite quickly. The same small Chinese girl who took my suitcase came up to me numerous times during the day and spoke to me and brought me water. I didn't understand much of what she said but when it was time for lunch, she brought me food and more water.
We only got back to work for about half of an hour before it began to rain. The sky looked quite gray and the work camp managers called off the rest of the work day. The small girl came to me with my suitcase and started walking, motioning for me to follow her. As I followed her I asked her what her name was and she said Peace. For clarity, I asked her "Your name is Peace?"
"Yeah." was her response. I am 6 feet tall and 200 pounds. Peace was about 4 foot 8 inches. By the looks of her she would weigh about 70 pounds.
"I am Kevin. Please, I can carry that." and I took the suitcase from her.
"Kaven" she said. Close enough, I thought.
I assumed that she was an assistant who helped with orientation of new arrivals and was leading me to the living quarters or something - it seemed reasonable. After about 15 minutes of walking while holding a small sheet above our heads, we arrived at a simple cabin. She opened the door and I followed her in. It was tidy, fairly spacious and looked clean.
Peace removed her shoes and hustled around the place. She said "Take clothes off. Too wet." Thankfully, she spoke a lot slower than she had earlier in the day so I was understanding her speech with no issue. She moved my suitcase into a small room where I took off my wet clothes and put on dry clothes.
As soon as I had changed, Peace came into the small room and collected the wet clothing, taking them away. She hung them in the main room to dry and then she walked out a small back door, through a little enclosed 'porch' and into the back yard. I watched her through a window as she removed her clothes and used the rain storm like a shower. There were no other huts or cabins around but I was still surprised that she would just walk out there and get naked.
The air was very warm and the rain itself was warm too. She probably didn't think that I was watching her but I could see that she was very tiny and had no visible fat on her small frame. Her skin was almost the color of light chocolate milk with a hint of orange in it. Her little ass was like a magnet to my eyes and I fully appreciated the vision that I was feasting upon. I hoped for her to turn toward me so I could look at her tits but I got nervous that she would see me gawking at her so I moved away from the window.
Peace came back inside with a sheet around her. "All clean now." she said, and walked past me into the small room that I had just changed in.
"Is this my cabin?" I asked.
"My house." she said.
"Oh...ok. Where do all of the other workers stay?" I said curiously.
"Some stay at worker camp. Some stay with people who live close." she told me.
"I see." and I continued, "Why am I here?"
"I want you stay here." she stated matter of factly. I didn't see the purpose of questioning her further. I just decided to go with the flow and in a matter of a few seconds she emerged from the room with very loose fitting pants and top on with her damp hair wrapped in cloth. She began making a fire in a little stove.
She said that she had lived in the house for about 2 years and I continued throughout the afternoon picking up little bits here and there by asking her about herself. I was able to learn that her parents lived 200 miles away and that she sent most of what she earned home to them. Often she would board another worker at her house to make extra money that she could also send home to her parents.
She showed me a small building that we would call an outhouse. I don't recall what she said it was named but she said that the people who manage the work camp built it for her.
Peace started cooking on the little stove in some pots and scurried around, precisely and purposefully. The heat also dried the clothes that were hanging and gave a drier feel to the inside of the house. She made soup and rice with some vegetables. It was simple but delicious and I made a fool of myself using chopsticks. Peace laughed at me and tried to give me lessons which helped a bit.
After it began to get dark, Peace went in the small room that I had changed in and rolled out a bed on the floor. She motioned for me to go inside and I thanked her. I stripped down to boxers, laid down, pulling a sheet over me and just relaxed while I could hear her moving things around as I thought about my odd experiences of the past 24 hours.
