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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.******** Her father was a missionary stationed here in Senegal, and Julie gave her faith all the belief and obedience she could. Yet sometimes as she stared at the fringe of trees around the house in which they lived and tried to imagine how deep was the jungle beyond those trees, she could not help wondering about the strange gods who inhabited the s...
Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
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Her father was a missionary stationed here in Senegal, and Julie gave
her faith all the belief and obedience she could. Yet sometimes as she
stared at the fringe of trees around the house in which they lived and
tried to imagine how deep was the jungle beyond those trees, she could
not help wondering about the strange gods who inhabited the shadows
there. Her father was busily preaching against something, and he
referred to that something as the pagan gods of the people, so there
was something, all right, she reasoned. Yet the people to whom he
preached never mentioned any names or rival deities. Daranje Kawat she
had heard of, but that was the name of their king. Daranje Kawat her
father said, was jealous of God and therefore, against the preaching
the Reverend Davenport did. There were times when Julie Davenport
entertained some very pagan suspicions, like the one that King Daranje
Kawat really had a right to his kingdom and that maybe the Davenport's
strange white God ought to stick to his own territory, but she supposed
such thoughts emanated from the jungle, a way the mysterious pagan gods
had of fighting back.
********
Her father was a missionary stationed here in Senegal, and Julie gave
her faith all the belief and obedience she could. Yet sometimes as she
stared at the fringe of trees around the house in which they lived and
tried to imagine how deep was the jungle beyond those trees, she could
not help wondering about the strange gods who inhabited the shadows
there. Her father was busily preaching against something, and he
referred to that something as the pagan gods of the people, so there
was something, all right, she reasoned. Yet the people to whom he
preached never mentioned any names or rival deities. Daranje Kawat she
had heard of, but that was the name of their king. Daranje Kawat her
father said, was jealous of God and therefore, against the preaching
the Reverend Davenport did. There were times when Julie Davenport
entertained some very pagan suspicions, like the one that King Daranje
Kawat really had a right to his kingdom and that maybe the Davenport's
strange white God ought to stick to his own territory, but she supposed
such thoughts emanated from the jungle, a way the mysterious pagan gods
had of fighting back.
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