Sanitation

The foreign woman squatted over a large water-filled trench and the baby slithered from her old dusty body.

"This region is notorious for it's especially aggressively alligators. The locals will throw these large hari-hari eels into the pools below the waterfalls to lure the gators toward their traps," the narrator cooed. Stella looked around in the pools for any sign of a gator and upon failing turned to watch the locals throw a 10 foot eel into the pool. An alligator came flying from down river and clamped onto the anguilliforme. The ethnic men went running toward the huge beast and began beating it over the head with old, worn-out shoes.

"You'd better hang onto your baby," Stella called to the foreign woman ashore. "This water just doesn't look sanitary."

The foreign woman stared into Stella's eyes and nodded while slowly dipping the baby into the waterfalls.

Adult Choices

"It's really quite simple. You just call the man and he'll arrange a meeting. Trust me. My wife did it."
Master Whit's suggestion that Stella delve into the world of adult film both shocked and intrigued her. His shaded face made her skeptical, but she inquired further....
"Will it be done with style and class?"
"Oh, of course. Your needs will be met and you'll be respected. My wife did this. So you can trust me," he replied.
His constant mentioning of his wife was rather settling. In her building confidence she shouted "If she can do it! I can do it too!"
Master Whit frowned and quietly mumbled "There is no need to shout. And you don't need to be so proud about it. Whores shouldn't boast."
"I could be a whore...." Stella thought. And as she pondered she pushed a pen toward Master Whit to collect the phone number. "...Nothing much wrong with whoring."