Stanley's Valuable Lesson

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Stanley's Valuable Lesson

       by Double-breasted Doug

slake your thirst when you first come to an oasis

    render hunger helpless when you see an all-you-can-eatpress yourself on the affluent and cause them to invite               

               you in 

extricate yourself from the wallow into which you have 

               fallen

In Mozambique women used to go around with no tops on. Their breasts showed to great effect. Well, not quite that way. Their breasts leapt about unhindered when they ran, or sat there pensive and immobilized when they were at rest but for the wind and rain to operate on as they pleased. This is true of Guyana, French and British New Guinea, Cape Horn, South Africa and all the Dutch colonies too

        I have it on good authority that Dr. Livingston felt some shame when he first encountered nakedness. He got right to work to encourage women to cover up and men to keep their eyes directed toward proper objects. Stanley was not so disposed. He enjoyed the license of free-floating upper torsos. Back home his wife had done the same. 

        She started by exposing herself to him alone in the bedroom, when they been married a scant couple of years. (Till then she felt shy and asked him to enter the room only once she had donned a nightdress and lay under the covers.) But never mind. She Learned well the pleasures of taking all off. After another three years, Stanley's journals tell us, she began to appear in public in somewhat of a state of dishabiliament. Not a great deal of skin showed at first. Once, however, when they walked to town (they lived in the country on a lane called the Fats Road and it was a mile into the business district) she said that the sun beat down so mercilessly on her that she might have to remove her cardigan. It would be alright, she added, because she wore a camisole underneath and would be able quickly to put on her sweater if need be, the said article of lace and linen being a bit transparent. She looked so fine there in her dark nipples faintly showing that Stanley requested after some three hundred yards further that she might wish to let the sun shine right on her skin. 

        "But how will I do that?" Adelaide said, interested though unimaginative. "Someone would see if I removed it." Stanley nodded his agreement. He did not seem to be too concerned.

         "What are you saying!" She said, ruffled and irate in appearance.

        "Well, dear, I am not saying anything, but it strikes me that we are quite alone here and not a house in sight. Could you not comfortably lift up your shirt and let the sun fall directly on your nipples and no one but I would see?" The sun agreed. The birds about them seemed unlikely to observe. The ditches with their grasses nodded agreement. Adelaide hesitated, but then lifted the hem of the garment and soon, what with the heat glowing on her midriff, she took the courage to lift it higher and there it sat above her lovely breasts as she walked. They jiggled and sprung about. They seemed so much independent of each other in the open air. Stanley made as if to reach and touch them, but his wife demurred and pushed his hand aside before he could get to them. 

         "No, dear, let's just walk." She said these words with kindness written all over them. "I am nervous about being seen and discontented that we might not be as alone as we think." She looked about her frequently and kept her arms at the ready to cover up if she needed to. A peasant in a field nearby worked his hoe up and down, unaware of the sight sloping past. Later, a field or so further down, a wagon with a farmer's daughter at the reins, hied along a lane and came into sight. She waved, but did not seem to have noticed anything amiss. Adelaide took the courage from these experiences to remove her shirt entirely. Now she felt finally free and this freedom paid Stanley handsomely, too. He reached, he partook, he rubbed and pinched (not quite gently), and then they came to town.
         Many years went by. They walked into town often. Each time, if the sun shone and the temperature invited them to play thus, she removed her top and walked with increasing abandon along the road. The peasant began to look forward to these times. The farmer's daughter, too, rode her hayrack ever closer and closer. Birds began to notice them. The ditch grasses nodded sagaciously. Nature approved of the sight and kept the woman and the man free of any shame. Indeed, Stanley learned a valuable lesson on these walks and never forgot them.