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More Light Relief It was a brilliant Saturday morning, an ideal day for just chilling at a resort with a boat. I was patrolling on the Greytown Pietermaritzburg roadway when a car towing a trailer with a yacht on it approached me, and I saw the mast projecting to the rear over the legal limit, but had no red flag indicating the excessive projection. I turned around and stopped the vehicle, I told the driver I was going to fine him for the offence. Just then his wife (a very
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attractive blond with a lot of curves) got out of the vehicle and asked me what the problem was. When I told her, she took off her red blouse, tied it to the mast and asked if that would do ? I was speechless and could only nod. They must have been two kilometres away and I was still standing there with my mouth open. Owen Louis Corbitt
