The Joy Of Being Playful

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The end came somewhat abruptly and stunned us both. or, well, the concept of an arena. xxx sex From his end to the top edge of the tanks was less than three feet. I picked up a branch and, using it as a club, hit the monkey on the temple. “Does a shelter or something like that where we can take refuge exist around here? A little monkey – and it looked like the very one who had been watching us at the food trough for a long time – was trying to rape the girl. a shelter to stay in until we decide what to do.”

A clump of trees was visible in the distance. At least it looked that way from where I was standing. In any case, most of them still looked stunned and were shaking their heads as if trying to shake the dizziness away. I looked puzzled. Nothing more happened till dark, and we went to bed in a rather tense atmosphere, each to his own basin. Or at least that’s what the people who had locked us in here thought. Fat chance: women, the coarser their hair, the more insensitive they are – I found myself formulating one of the maxims I’d forget once I’d gotten over a hangover. Sort of a modern day Adam and Eve, assuming we’re allowed to remake the myth…

The Joy Of Being Playful

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