it fly away into the gravel, replaced the unloaded rifle on the jacket,
and rapidly returned to the tee of the boulder. Both Mek and Tessay
remained utterly oblivious to what had happened.
Boris stood there quietly in the shadow of the rock, watching them at
play in the river. They were almost childlike in their love and their
complete preoccupation with each other.
Tessay at last broke from Mek's embrace and left the water. She came up
the gravel bar, running long-legged and coltish, her wet silken breasts
swinging and jostling each other at each stride as she looked back at
him over her shoulder in open invitation. Mek followed her out, the
water glistening in the dense curls of his barrel chest, his genitals
weighty and puissant.
He caught her before she could reach her clothing and she struggled
playfully for a while in his arms, until his mouth clamped down over
hers. Then she gave herself up to him completely. While he kissed her
his hands ran down her back and over her wet glistening buttocks.
Pressing herself against him she moved her feet apart and spread her
thighs, inviting him to explore the secrets of her body. She groaned
with desire as his hand cupped her sex gently.
Boris felt his anger mingle with the perverse voyeuristic thrill of
watching his own wife being taken by another man. A devil's brew of
emotions bubbled up inside him.
He felt his loins engorging and stiffening almost painfully with
excitement, but at the same time his rage shook him like the branch of a
tree in a gale of wind.
The lovers sank down on to their knees. Still locked together, Tessay
fell backwards and pulled him over on top of herself.
Boris called out loudly, 'By God, Mek Nimmur, you will never know how
ridiculous you look with your bare backside in the air like that.'
Mek reacted as swiftly as a leopard surprised on his kill. With a blur
of movement he flipped over and reached for the AK-47. Although Boris
was ready for him, covering him with the 30/06, aiming at the back of
his neck when he shouted to him, Mek was so quick that he had swept up
the AK from where it lay and had it pointed at Boris's belly before he
could move. Mek pressed the trigger in the same instant as the muzzle
came to bear.
The firing-pin fell on the empty chamber with a futile click, and the
two men stared at each other across the gravel beach, both with their
weapons levelled. Tessay was curled naked where Mek had left her, her
dark eyes liquid with pain and horror as she watched her husband and
realized that Mek was about to die.
Boris chuckled softly, throatily. 'Where do you want it, Mek? How about
I shoot the head off that filthy black tool of yours, while it is still
standing up in the air like that?'
Mek Nimmur's eyes darted away from his adversary's face, back towards
the mountain, and Boris realized that his guess had been correct. Mek
had some of his men up there, but they were keeping out of view of the
beach while their commander indulged himself.
'Don't worry about them. You will both be dead long before your chimps
can get down here to save you.' Boris chuckled again. 'I am enjoying
