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The Rock-itt : May 2012
Nice to be back with you Flynn fans and our continuing serial of ‘Hobart to Hollywood’ and the incredible swashbuckling adventures of our own Aussie adventurer and celluloid hero of the silver screen, Errol Flynn. If you caught our last instalment you will know that Errol has bought a young Papuan girl by the name of Tuperselai whom he has taken back to his tobacco plantation to be his house mistress. But although Errol is eager to get things started both on a domestic as well as a more intimate basis, Tuperselai won’t have any part of Errol’s affections which is becoming somewhat of a problem. Errol’s plantation was on the banks of the Laloki River 30 miles from Port Moresby As you can imagine at 22 years of age, Errol’s libido would have been at its peak and having a nubile young lady in his house would certainly have been a frustrating situation, especially as she had made it well known that domestic duties were the only duties available to him. Errol knew that he could probably use force and take the liberties which he craved, but this is not the way he wanted it to be. He wanted a proper trusting relationship with young Tuperselai, a loving, caring, relationship where she gave herself freely because she wanted to and not because she was forced to. At this point in time the relationship is at a stalemate, but Errol was determined to change the situation. If Errol wanted to share his love with Tuperselai then he must work on the problem. But what was the best way to attack the situation? She was still certainly wearing her heart on her sleeve for the boy back in the village and Errol, depriving her of the relationship which she yearned for was making him feel an utter lecher. It was true he wanted to, needed to, sleep with her to quench the desire for her which was gradually tearing him apart, yet he felt unable for once to deal with this. It had always seemed so easy before with others that he had been taken with, but this head strong young woman had him at sixes and sevens. Even the exotic fragrances of the hibiscus and frangipani which wafted around his jungle bungalow reminded him of her so much; it seemed to whisper in his ear all kinds of things that constantly tormented him as to what he was missing. Often late in the afternoon they would wander down to the Laloki River and lay about in the shallows allowing its cool velvet water to soothe away the discomfort of the earlier part of the day, when the sun had been at its hottest and the sweat and grime from working hard at the tobacco crop had caused rashes and irritation to the skin. It was in a situation like this that finally Tuperselai gave in to Errol and she, like him, satisfied the needs and wants that only a young person in the prime of their youth can enjoy more than at any other time in their lives. It happened as they were indulging themselves, floating effortlessly like a dry leaf ever so gently being pushed by the slightest breath of wind. Suddenly Errol heard a scream. Tuperselai had floated further down away from Errol. Errol sprung up, turning in all directions. W here was she? It was time to panic. Tuperselai, though young, never showed fear of her natural environment or surroundings so Errol feared the worst. Perhaps a crocodile had snuck up on her and taken her unawares, or worse again maybe one of the other villages may have made a raid on the area and carried her off. Now the lov e nest was complete Errol began to feel queasy in the stomach. He had no weapons with him for defence and he knew if they were a raiding party and had taken Tuperselai, then there was bound to be a sizable number of them and they would be heavily armed with spears and bow and arrows. He looked around for something, anything which he could arm himself with, even the branch of a tree would at least give him a weapon he could use as a club. Then he spotted a log floating nearby. Perhaps he could use the log for cover and float down quietly behind it and take the culprits by surprise. He grabbed the log and began working his way down stream. Raiding parties often plundered villages It was quiet as he slowly came to a small bend in the river. There was just the sound of the river against the banks and the babble as it moved over the pebbles on the shallower side. Errol poised ready to pounce if he came across one of the raiders with Tuperselai. Then gradually, as he turned the bend, he came face to face with his native mistress. she had a broad smile on her face and was pointing toward a crocodile which she had just speared. It was around seven foot long.