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her version of it anyway as she'd inserted a few choice phrases of her own.
He smiled to himself, hearing her relaxed tone. That was good. He'd need her relaxed before he brought up the subject of Ryder again. He pulled out a can of chili and used his machete to cut off the top. He poured the beans into a pot and then mixed up some manioc flour for bread. Chatter accidentally dipped his tail into the batter and squealed as he hopped away.
"Serves you right," Conrado told him. "Maybe you need a shower too, seeing as we're all getting our turn around here lately."
The monkey scolded him and ran off. Conrado laughed and went back to preparing breakfast.
Jetta basked in the comfort of heaven. Where in the world had Conrado gotten this fresh water? He must have hauled it with his supplies yesterday. What a great alternative to the muddy, disgusting waters of the Amazon. She closed her eyes and rinsed the rest of the lather from her hair. It felt so wonderful to be clean that she almost felt like she was back home. But then the bag emptied, and she was snapped from heaven to the hells of the jungle once again.
Well, she was finished anyway. She squeezed out her long hair and wiped the water from her eyes with the back of her hand.
It was when she reopened them, that she realized she didn't have a towel. She planned on just donning the long sleeved shirt she'd worn to bed but when she went to reach for it hanging on the curtain, she found it missing.
Did Conrado think she’d appreciate this joke? Or maybe it wasn't a joke at all. Maybe he wanted something from her that a man living alone in the jungle for the last three months obviously wasn't getting.
"Damn!" she cursed herself. He'd fooled her into getting into the shower just so he could get her naked and have his evil way with her.
"Hurry up and get out here," yelled Conrado. "Your breakfast is getting cold."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
There was a pause and then an answer. "Sì. I wouldn't mind a little company for breakfast. After all, I get bored listening to Chatter all the time."
"Well, then, listen to this, you pervert. If you think I'm going to come out there and strut around naked so you can have your way with me, you've got another guess coming."
"What?" She heard his footsteps hurrying over toward the shower and she picked up the razor she'd used to shave her legs and held it over her head. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but all she had.
His hand reached inside the curtain, and she slashed out, nicking him across the top of his knuckles.
"Ow! Dammit, what are you doing, woman?"
She picked up the wash rag and held it in front of her chest as his face appeared through the curtains. It was then she realized his other hand was holding up a towel so her naked body was hidden from his view.
"Oh. Thank you." She dropped the wash rag and grabbed the towel, quickly wrapping it around herself. Her fingers loosened on the razor as she met his angry eyes. She felt something drip on her toes and glanced down, seeing his own spilt blood upon her.
"If you want me to cut my hair shorter, just ask," he told her in a calm voice.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Really? Well with the way you're still clutching that razor, I'd say you intend to do it again."
She threw the razor down on the table. "I just thought - I thought that - "
"Well, you thought wrong," he said. "I'm not that kind of guy. Now if you want breakfast, get out here. I plan on being on the trail as soon as we're finished, and you've already slept half the morning away."
"I will. Right away. I just need my clothes."
The monkey appeared next to Conrado, the shirt she'd slept in on its head as he danced around in circles.
"Chatter, quit playing games," snapped Conrado. "Go put that in the hut and I'll get her dry clothes."
Conrado disappeared from sight, and Jetta reached down and grabbed the shirt from the monkey.
"It was you who took it. And I was blaming your
He smiled to himself, hearing her relaxed tone. That was good. He'd need her relaxed before he brought up the subject of Ryder again. He pulled out a can of chili and used his machete to cut off the top. He poured the beans into a pot and then mixed up some manioc flour for bread. Chatter accidentally dipped his tail into the batter and squealed as he hopped away.
"Serves you right," Conrado told him. "Maybe you need a shower too, seeing as we're all getting our turn around here lately."
The monkey scolded him and ran off. Conrado laughed and went back to preparing breakfast.
Jetta basked in the comfort of heaven. Where in the world had Conrado gotten this fresh water? He must have hauled it with his supplies yesterday. What a great alternative to the muddy, disgusting waters of the Amazon. She closed her eyes and rinsed the rest of the lather from her hair. It felt so wonderful to be clean that she almost felt like she was back home. But then the bag emptied, and she was snapped from heaven to the hells of the jungle once again.
Well, she was finished anyway. She squeezed out her long hair and wiped the water from her eyes with the back of her hand.
It was when she reopened them, that she realized she didn't have a towel. She planned on just donning the long sleeved shirt she'd worn to bed but when she went to reach for it hanging on the curtain, she found it missing.
Did Conrado think she’d appreciate this joke? Or maybe it wasn't a joke at all. Maybe he wanted something from her that a man living alone in the jungle for the last three months obviously wasn't getting.
"Damn!" she cursed herself. He'd fooled her into getting into the shower just so he could get her naked and have his evil way with her.
"Hurry up and get out here," yelled Conrado. "Your breakfast is getting cold."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
There was a pause and then an answer. "Sì. I wouldn't mind a little company for breakfast. After all, I get bored listening to Chatter all the time."
"Well, then, listen to this, you pervert. If you think I'm going to come out there and strut around naked so you can have your way with me, you've got another guess coming."
"What?" She heard his footsteps hurrying over toward the shower and she picked up the razor she'd used to shave her legs and held it over her head. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but all she had.
His hand reached inside the curtain, and she slashed out, nicking him across the top of his knuckles.
"Ow! Dammit, what are you doing, woman?"
She picked up the wash rag and held it in front of her chest as his face appeared through the curtains. It was then she realized his other hand was holding up a towel so her naked body was hidden from his view.
"Oh. Thank you." She dropped the wash rag and grabbed the towel, quickly wrapping it around herself. Her fingers loosened on the razor as she met his angry eyes. She felt something drip on her toes and glanced down, seeing his own spilt blood upon her.
"If you want me to cut my hair shorter, just ask," he told her in a calm voice.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Really? Well with the way you're still clutching that razor, I'd say you intend to do it again."
She threw the razor down on the table. "I just thought - I thought that - "
"Well, you thought wrong," he said. "I'm not that kind of guy. Now if you want breakfast, get out here. I plan on being on the trail as soon as we're finished, and you've already slept half the morning away."
"I will. Right away. I just need my clothes."
The monkey appeared next to Conrado, the shirt she'd slept in on its head as he danced around in circles.
"Chatter, quit playing games," snapped Conrado. "Go put that in the hut and I'll get her dry clothes."
Conrado disappeared from sight, and Jetta reached down and grabbed the shirt from the monkey.
"It was you who took it. And I was blaming your
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