“Fuuuuuccccckkkkk!” I screamed.I stopped the leaking from my now empty bladder and ... okay it was stupid, but I gave it a couple of shakes as if ...hat would somehow prevent me from smelling even more like an uncleaned urinal.Maybe it was just the force of habit. Maybe I just didn’t belong in the fucking jungle.I wiped my hands on a tree and felt that damned bug, settle onto my forehead.Again, those cat-like reflexes kicked in and I slapped the cowboy shit out of myself. I hit myself so hard. You know show off those assets." Dominic gave Teresa a pat on the fanny as he walked away from the exercise room."Barbara Anderson, I can't believe it." thought Teresa. Memories and feelings were stirring. Things that Teresa had tried to suppress. Teresa reached back with both hands to pull the leotard free from between her cheeks."Well, at least I can buy some new clothes."Over at the Anderson household, a similar conversation was taking place."Oh no Mark, there's no way, I'm not doing that.". Working as a team, as they did in high school, Stonehouser Construction grew thirty percent in the first two years of their employment. Ben became highly skilled in all phases of construction as Jack moved more toward operations and management. When the depression hit, they worked long hours for half pay to save the business.After they were both married, their close friendship continued, their wives became close friends as well. After fifteen years of marriage, Ben's wife developed cancer.. Or planted a solid body blow right in the centre of one of those big, fluffy white tits. Normally he wouldn't have relished messing up a girl's face, especially one as fine-looking as hers, but he'd been abducted, blindfolded and thrown into an illegal fighting ring fuck knows where. The gloves were off.Still, it would be a shame to smash up a work of art like that."I'm not like the other nine-to-five slobs," Ken warned. "I boxed a lot at amateur level. Stay in here and you're going to get.