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from: the testimony of Heywood, a survivor of mutiny on the HMS Bounty |
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Heywood looked even more alarmed, his palms sweated as he clenched and unclenched his hands, "Sir, please, no one can understand ... its impossible to explain ... the incredible beauty and availability of the women. Every day I would see what I thought the most beautiful girl in the world, and I knew I could have her, just by bending my finger." Heywood let the words tumble out, his embarrassment dying as surely as his innocence melted in passion's furnace on Tahitie. "I would send one back to my quarters to wait for me ... but before I returned I would discover another ... and there was no shame, no jealousy, no guilt. There were women waiting for me everywhere, all making themselves immediately available. My body was being bathed, massaged, kneaded, fed for one purpose only, and that was not to collect bread fruit or discover new words for my dictionary." His confession had gained its own momentum. Graham, aware of this, got up and deliberately turned his back. Heywood looked alarmed. It made him want to be bolder. "Sometimes at night I would wake up with two women in my bed ... their skin smelling of scented coconut oil. It was the same for Fletcher. We enjoyed the widest variety of women; some tiny, some huge, some thin and tall, some short and fat, some thirteen or fourteen some thirty or forty. The older ones taught us many things I never imagined I could - or should do; there was no obligation, no price to pay. There were so many different things to experience that time itself became incidental." |
