The woman in the loincloth meets up with a young man with equally tanned skin. He is an athletic but near muscular figure marked with dark tattoo marks across his body, donning a loincloth like her. Both smile as the woman drapes her arms over his shoulders. Nobody is nearby. The beach is empty except for the usual wildlife. The waves lap at their feet as if in tune to their heartbeats. Alone, they can share their love.
Meanwhile in the woman's pubic forest, David tries his best and almost succeeds with getting Amber to leave the airplane. It's all the better. There's no certainty how long the hair net would last and hold it close to the woman's flesh. But from their size, he thinks, it wouldn't take much to send them spiralling down to their deaths. David pops the hatch, lending his hand for his wife. He clings to the doorway has he hoists her towards him. Amber's eyes couldn't take the alien landscape that has captured the plane, but David has no time to explain or reason with her.
It isn't a moment too soon as the ground quakes, almost like the entire forest has come to life right when they leave the plane. Beyond the cloth canopy...
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