"Well, it looks to me like you're ready to, uh, what did we call it when we were kids? Cop a feel! Get to second base!" I stated crudely.That snapped ...oan out of her pleasurable trance, and her eyes popped open with a questioning, almost pleading stare."What do you think, Joan; think Dave wants to cop a feel?" I asked, sensing cracks in her armor!"I... I don't know, Pete," she stammered, her voice tinged with fear and uncertainty. Joan was caught in her own trap with no idea of just how far I. ..there was another law which held sway..and this law had a sexy guardian to enforce it. As the drug traffickers revelled in their ill-gotten gains..a shapely figuree swung from vine to vine through the trees. She stood at..6'4'.. had long black hair which reached down to her well-rounded ass. Her skimpy leopard pelt bikini barely hiding the 42D sized breasts and the rest of the sensuous body of immaculately smooth white skin that belong to Star...the Superwoman of the Jungle. Star landed on. I yanked myhand out of the hole. I could feel the weight of something being draggedwith it, as well as a lance of fire in what felt like my ring finger. IfI even counted as having one of those anymore.My hand broke the water line, and with it, came a snapping turtle.Howling with pain and rage, I slammed the thing against the rock, againand again. It wouldn't fucking let go.Finally, it cracked, literally. It's shell was broken, oozing. Theturtle was dead. I felt almost guilty for a second. But. "My clever, clever darling, I'm so proud of you and so thrilled for you." It was just luck that Maestro Timermat overheard me playing one of my party pieces," smiled Libby."Not luck, darling. Fate or the hand of God. Weren't you terrified?" Yes, Mum. At the audition as well." Audition?" The powers that be said that people had paid to hear Timermat not me. He said that if they didn't hear me they wouldn't hear him either so, to salve their consciences or something, they said I had to do an.