A Man in Many Streets

I intended to compromise and go down to Laurenco Marquess in Mozambique on spec and come back to Nelspruit if I could not find work.  I had no idea what lay ahead and just as well.  When I arrived, I had to find a place to stay and found a rather shabby hotel, but cheap.  Language was a problem, but I met a young Portugese staying in my hotel who spoke good English and we instantly became friendly.  He was on holiday and would be going home soon. Gambling was a way of life in Mozambique.  There were several State-run casinos.  Neither my friend Roberto or myself could afford real gambling, so we decided to play fruit machines at Bellos casino where we did quite well and quit to have some supper. 

 

We left Bellos and were outside deciding where to go when a stranger approached and asked us for a light for his cigarette.  He spoke good English and suggested we try a smaller casino that provided better service with free drinks and snacks.  So off we went in a taxi to the outskirts of town into the marshes that surround the city.  I was somewhat apprehensive, but we soon arrived at a large building that looked like a country club.  Inside was a brightly lit room with gaming tables and slot machines in a very exotic decor.  We were left on our own, and we went to a cashier and collected some tokens to play with.  From the start, luck was with me, and after some modest winnings, suddenly I hit the jack pot and tokens were spilling out below and over to the floor.  Roberto was close by and came to my rescue.

 

It transpired that I had won nine-hundred English pounds in Portugese money!  We were overcome, and sat down and had a few drinks before deciding to go back to the hotel.  We left the Casino to head for a taxi cab.  A cab pulled up and as we approached to get in, so did a stranger with a revolver pointed at us...........

 

 

 

 

The thing I remember most about this relief force were the guns.  There were four WW1 75mm, long barrel guns mounted on solid rubber tires just like the pictures in the history books.  Their reputation was excellent, but twenty-five years old?  However, my main concern was to get the hell out of here before all hell let loose.

 

I finally got the OK to leave and we high-tailed it to Dunkirk as fast as we could, which, although it was not too far away, took forever to reach with roads jammed with traffic with the same idea!

 

The traffic was moving at a crawl, and I believe that the next ten miles was the longest of my life!  As we got nearer to the town, we began to see enemy aircraft swooping down, obviously bombing.  They were the infamous Stukas with which I was going to make a far closer acquaintance.  I and my companions, I am sure, realized we were in a real war, but what was more disconcerting was the feeling that we did not belong to anyone and would anyone really care if we did not make it?  After what seemed like forever, we approached the outskirts of Dunkirk and after endless MP checks I reported to the Town Major's office with my truck and companions.  I was welcomed cordially and informed that I would provide a taxi service back and forth to the dock area where the troops were trying to embark for home.  I did this for several days, taking wounded and others down to the docks.  One day, however, a very close call happened............................

 

 

 

"The Sanitarium provided all kinds of recreational facilities, including tennis, horseback riding, hiking on nature trails, dancing at night, and a very good cuisine.  I was taken there one night and introduced.  The owners were very friendly and right away, I was invited to come over any time and help entertain unattached females, of whom there were frequently quite a few.  I expressed my willingness to help correct this situation to the best of my ability!  I was also introduced to the staff who supervised activities and helped run the place in general.  One of these was Dorris, a six-foot Afrikaner (Dutch) girl, with a gorgeous figure, a slim waist, most delectable breasts and beautiful legs, which I speedily found she could use to good effect on the dance floor, and subsequently in more intimate ways.  Dorris was in her mid-twenties.  I soon became very much at home around the Sanitarium and became very friendly with Dorris and joined her in many activities.  With all this close proximity, plus dancing at night, we soon developed a more than platonic relationship.  Our physical relationship began on the dance floor, as we found that we were perfectly matched in height and dancing skill.  Being on the dance floor was a delight, and Dorris would often laugh about the erection I would get when dancing something slow and sensual.  I knew we would eventually make love.

 

One night after hours, we went to her room and indulged in some gentle foreplay with my paying a lot of attention to her magnificent breasts that I loved to press against while dancing.  Her jet black Mound of Venus concealing the mecca to which men are universally drawn, also demanded assiduous tribute...............