Celeste could feel the South African mid-morning sun warm on her naked skin. A soft breeze caressed her nipples and played with her exposed sex. Nothing moved. In the distance, she could hear the call of a yellow-billed hornbill. The cicadas' monotonous song filled the empty air like an afterthought. The twenty-three-year-old tourist guide knelt in the hot sand next to tracks of an impala
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