Who would have thought that GRIMLY WHETFOX was a romantic? This short story certainly makes him seem like one! Apologies to Grimly for not posting this yesterday as he requested.
Even with all this hot hazy beauty surrounding them, the flowing waters and the jungle and all its raucous wildlife, he had just spent the last two hours watching thin rivulets of sweat gather and run from the nape of her neck, down her perfect spine, moist muscular skin glistening in the bright sunshine, and onwards into the growing dark patch of perspiration gathering at the hem of her thin pink singlet; an expanding symbol of her cumulative effort in helping to push them along. Who gives a fuck if we are lost, he thought. We are lost together ...READ MORE
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