The Missionary and the Maid
It was the love of a dusky damsel that drove Henry Herbert from the African missionary field. He could stand for the hot pots and the cannibalistic soup tureens of those who were living in d... Read allIt was the love of a dusky damsel that drove Henry Herbert from the African missionary field. He could stand for the hot pots and the cannibalistic soup tureens of those who were living in darkness and the dinge of their own color, but when it came to receiving an osculatory impr... Read allIt was the love of a dusky damsel that drove Henry Herbert from the African missionary field. He could stand for the hot pots and the cannibalistic soup tureens of those who were living in darkness and the dinge of their own color, but when it came to receiving an osculatory imprint from those merry widow lips of sofa cushion dimensions and an embrace from the huge ar... Read all