Mike is dismissive: "This electronic crap will never catch on."They sit quietly, sip their drinks and watch the musicians at their machinery; nice you...g men in suits and ties who turn dials, flip switches, paw at keyboards, and rap at electronic pads with drumsticks. These German boys have good haircuts that give them a Weimar air, a thirties Berlin chic. They could be poster boys for pre-war science fiction. Their synthesised voices and machine-generated rhythms spill from the telly like radio. The bedroom was equally sparse. There was a queen-sized bed with no head or foot boards, one battered wooden end table with an ancient lamp, and a massive, but cheap looking, chest of drawers.One knot, two knot, three knot, four. The hot pink bikini lay on the floor.Her bush was shaved into a Mohawk. The hair remaining was dense and dark brown. Her breasts were high and hard with small nipples. Each breast was perfect, a tasty mouthful.She didn't look at my cock when I dropped my swimsuit."I'll. She never blamed him; such was the life of a scientist's wife, and it was his passion for his work that had attracted her to him in the first place. But she wondered sometimes about what might have been, and she hated herself for it. In other words, sexual intimacy – or a lack of it – with her husband was a problem, and had been for a while. A drawer full of unworn negligees and other lingerie she had bought with Oliver in mind now concealed the trove of vibrators, dildos, and pornographic. ’ I licked my lips, gazed into her spectacular eyes and asked, ‘Who are you?’ Her voice was melodic and every bit as beautiful as she was. ‘I Sheena.’ ‘Sheena?’ ‘Yes, I Sheena, this MY jungle. Only bad men cut down trees and hurt forest. You must go!’ I thought up a reply. ‘Sheena, we are scientists and friends of the jungle. Yes we will be cutting down some trees to make way for our equipment but when our building is finished we will be able to save many animals. We will make it much more.