Lying almost naked in the sandy ruins of Timboctu, Reba squirms under the hot African sun. The African manservent comes across the desert. Reba pulls at her string polka-dot bikini and kicks off her golden-string sandals with anticipation.
"Did you get my lemon coke?" Reba asks, taking off her purple sunglasses and giving a smouldering look at her manservent. If Reba didn't care for anything, she didn't care for disappointment. Especially disappointment in regards to her thirst, and she had a very acute thirst.
"No, Miss Reba, I couldn't find any. But I think I know another way to satisfy your thirst." The manservent opened a bottle of Dasani water and poured it on his head. His muscles glistened with water and sweat, and his cargo pants clung to his legs tightly with perspiration. "Are you thirsty?"
Reba put her shades back on. Ever since she was a young girl, she had a passion for riding stallions, especially black stallions, and ever since she's entered puberty that passion hasn't just been limited just to horses. But she got up and went behind the palm tree nearby and brought forth Desire, the black stallion, and Passion, the gray pony (for her manservent). They ascended and rode forth into the fiery sunset. The neighs of Desire and Passion travelled over the hot sand of the Sahara. Africa was a mighty beast, and perhaps Reba was the one to tame her. Reba rode, yes, she rode! Her red hair flowed like a mighty flame behind her.