Ribald Classic: The Girl And The Shark
January, 1970
The mist from the waterfall spray hung, lazy in the air; caught fire; settled gently on her dark hair, bronze shoulders and breasts; finally, ran in drops like small tears and fell from her nipples. Lakat was sad. She knew that her parents were right to scold and the village was right to mock her. Most of the other girls her age had already borne a child; she alone was a virgin. They did not understand, but Lakat could not tell them without bringing death to herself and shame to all her people.T...
