Before long Olga was ready to leave, carrying a large string bag she'd swiftly made out of twine in spite of Li Yang's protests.
"Stop going on and on about your stupid twine," she told him. "There's wild hemp growing all over the place. Irina told me. I'll make you as much twine as you want before you can say marijuana."
"You saw marijuana growing around here?"
"Not I. Irina. And it wasn't marijuana, it was ordinary hemp. You can smoke it as much as you like, and all you'll get will be a cough and a headache."
"I don't do drugs," Li Yang said with great dignity.
"It's your loss," Olga said, and stomped off. Li Yang had to admit she looked quite good in her barbarian bikini. He didn't care about her tits being small. He liked small breasts on women. Women with huge breasts reminded him of cows. Maybe it was just his luck, but whenever he'd had to deal with a big-breasted woman she invariably turned out to be stupid.
