But they told us the name of the club and urged us to give it a try. I thought it better that we stick to the tourist areas and play it safe. Jenny, h...wever, was feeling adventurous and all but demanded that we try it out. She had come to feel safe as we traveled around the island and she wanted to have a little adventure. Against my better judgment we decided to try it out the next night.That was how we came to be in a taxi the next night on our way to Banana Man's. The driver looked at me. Back in their cage, with another sore bottom, she rounded furiously on Gwen, asking what the fucking bloody hell she thought she was doing!"If he looks to be going easy on us, his superiors might think him guilty of fraternising with us and going soft and he'd be in trouble and we'd lose him. Let's face it Harry, he doesn't hit you all that hard - he just likes the way our arse cheeks wobble like jellies and go red when he slaps us - and we NEVER have our two-hourly drink refused by him OR get. I like it!" Daddy!" Sandra shouted as the med-tube like hissed open, "are you OK? Tonto said you were..."There was an audible gasp from Sandra as her father, now a 28-year-old dashing young man sat up and began climbing out of the tube. The softness of age had been washed away and replaced by chiseled features and a youthful elegance. "Sweet-cakes," he said, "I am better now than when I was actually 28-years-old. I want to run, jump and play just like a day-old fawn or kid goat." And, as he was. The horses snorted at the smell around. Approaching Hawk and Dove both readied to hop a ride and be off to the village. The horses shuffled their hooves while the two quickly came to the riding braves. Hawk peered through the tree line for the pack of wolves. ‘What is it Hawk?’ The brave asked as Hawk set Little Dove behind him. ‘The tundra wolves.’ Hawk blurted with haste. Hawk took the arm of another brave and swung behind him settling on the horse’s rump. ‘IEEE, IEEE.’ Came his shout as he.