aussiebear
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It was a steamy night when the circus arrived at Richard’s Creek, the little outback town along a highway to nowhere. It was the build-up before the monsoon and everything that walked, flew or crawled was going crazy in anticipation of the rains. Massive clouds roiled in the distance but nothing fell that would bring the townsfolk relief.
Sheriff Pascoe looked suspiciously at the caravan of vehicles as they drove the main street, gaily lit with red and pink lights and painted with sensuous patterns and depictions of cavorting figures.
‘What the heck is that rolling in to my town?’ He growled, wiping a rivulet that ran down his forehead.
His deputy Bazza didn’t bother looking up from his magazine. Apart from sorting out drunken truckers at the pub or becoming a drunk himself there was nothing to do in the place. Not a woman in sight. He lived for the day when his posting was done and he could move back to a city, a town, a desert. Anywhere except this humid backwater.
‘Let me guess, another road train?’
Pascoe snorted. ‘I’m going to check it out’. He grabbed his magnum torch and sauntered off down the street to where the vehicles had parked in a ring around the municipal park.
As he approached the vehicles, their engines still running while the occupants started to get out, he read the words painted on the largest truck: Lady Camilla’s Erotic Circus. See the Raunchiest Show on Earth!!
‘What the f….’ he mouthed, then saw one of the visitors walking up to him.
Sheriff Pascoe looked suspiciously at the caravan of vehicles as they drove the main street, gaily lit with red and pink lights and painted with sensuous patterns and depictions of cavorting figures.
‘What the heck is that rolling in to my town?’ He growled, wiping a rivulet that ran down his forehead.
His deputy Bazza didn’t bother looking up from his magazine. Apart from sorting out drunken truckers at the pub or becoming a drunk himself there was nothing to do in the place. Not a woman in sight. He lived for the day when his posting was done and he could move back to a city, a town, a desert. Anywhere except this humid backwater.
‘Let me guess, another road train?’
Pascoe snorted. ‘I’m going to check it out’. He grabbed his magnum torch and sauntered off down the street to where the vehicles had parked in a ring around the municipal park.
As he approached the vehicles, their engines still running while the occupants started to get out, he read the words painted on the largest truck: Lady Camilla’s Erotic Circus. See the Raunchiest Show on Earth!!
‘What the f….’ he mouthed, then saw one of the visitors walking up to him.
