Overexposed ... (and Slightly Out of Focus)

<p><b>Is this author overexposing herself?</b></p><p><b>Close Calls.escaping by the skin of my.</b><I>Before we even knew what he hit Arab men appeared from every nook and cranny. Like flies around a ripe red watermelon they swarmed around our car peering at us from behind black beards and mustaches. Our hearts sank.</I></p><p><b>Lodges.the good the bad and the ugly.</b><I>We had certainly come a long way from the flush toilets.Chobi's toilet amounted to a chair that resembled a lawn chair with a toilet seat on it-over a 'long-drop loo'.Actually the chair was over a hole in the ground-and this 'long-drop loo' had a very short drop.</I></p><p><b>Sometimes she's slightly out of focus.</b></p><p><b>Oh Those Men.</b><I> The zipper down the front of my dress had more than one convenience. Pepe began demonstrating some of the matador's passes. When he wasn't looking I slid the zipper down a little so I could get a whiff of the oilcloth fumes (from my vinyl dress) as I slouched in my seat. I could nestle my nose inside the v-neck for a scent that was as welcome as a bouquet of flowers by now. </I></p>