Velvet Touch: A Fiery Redhead’s Intimate Encounter

“Have you had time to look around more closely?” I asked her concerned. XXX Someone – and I’m going to find out who – took advantage of my terrible drunkenness last night, gave me a sleeping pill or a drug, and put me in here among these beasts.” I was just thinking that in no zoo in the world are lions and crocodiles put in the same place, when I got another kick in the ribs:
“Are you ever going to wake up?”
I looked toward the possessor of the voice. The species destined to be the ruler of the planet…”
I looked around more closely, the last remnants of sleep banished. Alliances were made and broken quickly, but the only one who could leave the lakeshore was the Siberian tiger. A well-built woman, as out of the commercials that beckon you to the South Seas, naked-glutted, was insistently nudging me with her foot somewhere between the second and third rib.