Sexs chatrulet. I loosened arms and turned his head. What I saw immediately sobered me, and a shiver went through my whole body.
Twenty paces from us sat an old man, a native in a loincloth, holding a rifle at the ready. He had a pointed face, sculpted from stone and bronze skin was covered with wrinkles some ulcers.
The girl, seeing my embarrassment, the old man waved his hand and shouted:
– All right! This young man – my friend, and therefore yours.
Then she smiled at me:
– Do not be afraid of him, this is my bodyguard, he lives with me on the island for over a year and gives me everything you need from the mainland. Sexs chatrulet.