around on the ground about twenty feet in front of the large room. Certainly, he thought the monkey was only trying to find another projectile to use against him the next chance he got.
Standing slowly, he glanced around for something to throw at it, sure that his moment of revenge was at hand. The best he could find was the sturdy, wooden spoon that was still in the wooden bowl he had been eating from, but it would have to do.
Quietly he crept ever closer, making sure that he would get the best possible shot, and the little pest went about his business as though there was no impending danger.
Finally, he felt that he was close enough, and drew back the spoon, taking careful aim.
"Stop!" the woman shouted from behind him, which startled both him and the monkey, as the would-be weapon fell harmlessly to the hard, wooden floor.
Quite frightened, the black monkey ran past him, and quickly climbed up on her shoulder, partially hiding in her long, dark hair.
"I see that you have met my friend, Playful," she said with a smile that further slanted her beautiful, blue eyes, before walking over to one of the chairs to sit carefully down.
"More than once," he returned as he sat down beside her, keeping one eye on her shoulder. "I don't think he likes me, though."
"Nonsense," she told him as she gently pet her furry companion. "She is simply as playful as her name would indicate."
Leaning back in the comfortable chair, he smiled at the two of them. How could he not adore such a woman, and her pet? The little furry thing did look much cuter, now that he saw it in this new light.
This misfortune, he thought, must be the best misfortune that had ever befallen a man. Here he was with such a woman, as she sat wearing nearly nothing at all, as an exotic animal perched calmly on her shoulder. All this, while stranded on a tropical island, left only the soft music, and a sweet, tropical cocktail to be desired.
For a short while, they sat there in silence. She seemed as though her thoughts were far from here, and he was content with simply admiring her until she returned, which proved to be soon enough.
Leaning forward with her arms resting on her thighs, she turned to him with a smile.
"I hope that you don't mind if I make myself comfortable," she said before standing to her feet, and walking over to the sparkling stone tub. Upon reaching it, Playful jumped from her shoulder, and found a relaxing spot on the large cushion.
"It's your place," he told her. "Just act like I'm not even here."
He did not expect her to take him so literally, and it surprised him as she reached behind her, and untied the fur strap that was wrapped around her chest. Still he stared as it fell to the floor, revealing her sexy, bare back, but as she reached for her skirt, he found himself a bit uncomfortable.
Quickly he turned away, slightly blushed by the situation. As he did, he swore he could hear her chuckle, as if she could sense his embarrassment, and found it amusing.
"So what do you do for entertainment?" he asked in an attempt to regain his composure.
"If you need entertainment," she answered, "then you are failing to see the true beauty of life itself."
No, he was not, he thought to himself as she passed gracefully through his mind, and then a thought occurred to him. Whoever he was before he arrived here, must have done many noble deeds to have karma drop such a fate in his lap.
Feeling a bit more sure of himself, he turned, and found her leaning back with her eyes closed, and her hair draped over the edge. Only the tops of her breasts were visible, which made him feel comfortable enough to admire her, and that was something that seemed to come quite naturally.
Suddenly her eyes opened, and caught him staring at her. It was too late to turn away, and her smile froze him where he sat.
"Can you truly be real?" he asked as if he must be dreaming. Certainly, it was all too vivid to be a dream, and he did not even think his mind could have come
Standing slowly, he glanced around for something to throw at it, sure that his moment of revenge was at hand. The best he could find was the sturdy, wooden spoon that was still in the wooden bowl he had been eating from, but it would have to do.
Quietly he crept ever closer, making sure that he would get the best possible shot, and the little pest went about his business as though there was no impending danger.
Finally, he felt that he was close enough, and drew back the spoon, taking careful aim.
"Stop!" the woman shouted from behind him, which startled both him and the monkey, as the would-be weapon fell harmlessly to the hard, wooden floor.
Quite frightened, the black monkey ran past him, and quickly climbed up on her shoulder, partially hiding in her long, dark hair.
"I see that you have met my friend, Playful," she said with a smile that further slanted her beautiful, blue eyes, before walking over to one of the chairs to sit carefully down.
"More than once," he returned as he sat down beside her, keeping one eye on her shoulder. "I don't think he likes me, though."
"Nonsense," she told him as she gently pet her furry companion. "She is simply as playful as her name would indicate."
Leaning back in the comfortable chair, he smiled at the two of them. How could he not adore such a woman, and her pet? The little furry thing did look much cuter, now that he saw it in this new light.
This misfortune, he thought, must be the best misfortune that had ever befallen a man. Here he was with such a woman, as she sat wearing nearly nothing at all, as an exotic animal perched calmly on her shoulder. All this, while stranded on a tropical island, left only the soft music, and a sweet, tropical cocktail to be desired.
For a short while, they sat there in silence. She seemed as though her thoughts were far from here, and he was content with simply admiring her until she returned, which proved to be soon enough.
Leaning forward with her arms resting on her thighs, she turned to him with a smile.
"I hope that you don't mind if I make myself comfortable," she said before standing to her feet, and walking over to the sparkling stone tub. Upon reaching it, Playful jumped from her shoulder, and found a relaxing spot on the large cushion.
"It's your place," he told her. "Just act like I'm not even here."
He did not expect her to take him so literally, and it surprised him as she reached behind her, and untied the fur strap that was wrapped around her chest. Still he stared as it fell to the floor, revealing her sexy, bare back, but as she reached for her skirt, he found himself a bit uncomfortable.
Quickly he turned away, slightly blushed by the situation. As he did, he swore he could hear her chuckle, as if she could sense his embarrassment, and found it amusing.
"So what do you do for entertainment?" he asked in an attempt to regain his composure.
"If you need entertainment," she answered, "then you are failing to see the true beauty of life itself."
No, he was not, he thought to himself as she passed gracefully through his mind, and then a thought occurred to him. Whoever he was before he arrived here, must have done many noble deeds to have karma drop such a fate in his lap.
Feeling a bit more sure of himself, he turned, and found her leaning back with her eyes closed, and her hair draped over the edge. Only the tops of her breasts were visible, which made him feel comfortable enough to admire her, and that was something that seemed to come quite naturally.
Suddenly her eyes opened, and caught him staring at her. It was too late to turn away, and her smile froze him where he sat.
"Can you truly be real?" he asked as if he must be dreaming. Certainly, it was all too vivid to be a dream, and he did not even think his mind could have come
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