He looked astern, where Myat sat on the stern rail, with her profile silhouetted against the dying sun as she talked to Sergeant Wells. Short-nosed and with a determined chin, she was small-breasted and serene.
God, she"s beautiful.
God, she"s beautiful.The thought came unbidden to Jack"s mind, and he abruptly looked away. He was not here to indulge in any fruitless amorous adventures with the indigenous people, or with any b****y woman. He was here to enhance the reputation of the 113th, and push forward his career. The reminder caused him to put his hand in his pocket and caress the smooth gold of a Buddha.
This statuette is the first step to where I belong. This statuette is my future, not some Burmese woman.
This statuette is the first step to where I belong. This statuette is my f
