With what we had to hand, no hut could be built that could withstand a hungry lion, of that she seemed convinced. She looked around indecisively, as if searching for a bench to sit on. When she finally climaxed she let out a scream so piercing that I’m sure even the aliens who organized the show heard it. Nothing more happened till dark, and we went to bed in a rather tense atmosphere, each to his own basin. “Only one thing we can do!” I replied sure though I suspected how she would react to my proposal. The species destined to be the ruler of the planet…”
I looked around more closely, the last remnants of sleep banished. What if they know nothing about sexual dimorphism? “Do you think we should go down into the arena and kill the little crustaceans too – or whatever else is still alive on the ground?” asked Laura the next day, seeing that our victory was still not being taken into account by anyone.
