Erotic Romance/Adventure in the African bush. (190 192 words) WARNING: Explicit sexual content.**Only embers reflected on the water now. The sounds from the opposite bank were those of drunken victors. They had found the case of Scotch whisky, which George had brought along for medicinal purposes, and the fiery liquid was taking the predictable effect.With her mind still reeling from the shock of the scene she had witnessed, Claire finally stood up shakily, and after one long, lingering look across the river, she stumbled off into the darkness, fleeing from the scene that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her days...When many miles had been put between herself and the river, she suddenly became aware of an unnatural stillness that had settled over the bush. All the regular night sounds were replaced by a ghostly silence that had descended on the darkness. A cool stream of sweat rolled down between her shoulder blades and ran all the way down the hollow of her back and tickled in the cleft of her behind as she stood listening to the utter stillness with bated breath. Her tongue was sticking to her dry palate and her heart was pounding in her throat and temples.Then she heard it. The short, deep, rolling growl.