All eyes were on the young black man swaying to the beat of the music. It was clearly the call of the jungle. Everybody started to clap their hands in...time with the jungle beat.Mathuga danced around the fire and came close to several of the ladies in her group. It seemed like magnets either repelling or attracting each other. All of the women reached out their arms as Mathuga made physical contact with each one, even Miriam participated in this ritual. The young black man would start to pull. Sophie got dressed and Effie did too, back into their jeans and trainers and tees, then they asked the girls to show them the stairs to the floor above.When they got to the top there was a landing with a door off to either side, but both doors were locked. It was obvious, really.Actually Sophie had been thinking it was crazy that some kind of high-powered off-the-wall research seemed to be going on in this laid-back sleepy institute, that let two teenage girls just park their bikes and get in. Despite a feeling that she was getting into something she shouldn't allow to happen, she couldn't help becoming excited by her older friend's tender application of warm oil on her body. She felt a little dizzy from the wine, and from the relentless sun. But it was so wonderful to lie here and feel those gentle, knowledgeable hands on her flesh. Trish was a wonderful friend, and so understanding... Talking to her was like talking to a therapist; she made no judgments, raised no eyebrows... not. It was the same style as the brunettefrom the magazine, only a bit shorter. The rest of my hair was in acute pixie cut. Something seemed wrong about that. I don't normallywear lipstick. I glanced over at the girl sitting on my bed. Oh,that's right. Normally I don't wear lipstick and normally my hairdoesn't look this nice, but she came over this morning to... My mindclouded back over. It didn't matter, really. I sat down on my bed next to the girl and started to put on the jeans,but she.