Kind of cool, I guess. Jake couldn't find it. Gary took over trying to describe where to look, while Saralinda fussed beside them."It just hopped righ... a bit. Do you see it, Jake?" Oh, there it is," Jake whispered, finally getting a bead on it. "Wow, it is cool. What's it called again?" Giant Honeyeater," said Gary, patiently. "They're usually well up in the canopy, so it's great to see one so low down. Usually, I just hear them overhead, and maybe get a glimpse of their belly." Whoops, he. He wore a whitetank top, dirty jeans and leather strap-side boots. A chain hungfrom his belt and vanished into his back left pocket. The huge armsthat were folded over his massive chest were covered with tattoos,some of the professionally drawn, others, were clearly prisontattoos. They twisted down the man's arms to the wrists and coveredhis chest where exposed. Ben could imagine this man's entire torsocovered with these odd, grotesque objects D'art. The man's face wasweathered and aged. The women sitting on the floor reclined and straddled each other. John didn’t mind as the sexual energy they were emitting only increased his strength, though Dennis and Chance had to remain focused on their job. Being among almost twenty naked and horny women did present its challenges. Although many of them were pretty, none were exceptional, all had very nice bodies, but most just looked like your average woman next door. Then it dawned on John that maybe they were in fact neighbors. That. “I won’t let you down. Everyone here will say, ‘How cruel that American is being to his little Japanese girl—and what a fantastic time she must be having!’” He said nothing, but looked down at me in a way that made me shiver with fear and desire. “It’s so lovely to be here with you,” I went on, more seriously now, “and I want you to do all the things to me that you most like doing to a girl. I want to learn all the things you enjoy most. So I can enjoy them too.” “Some of the things I like.