Jane rushed out of Jasmine's apartment and scrambled down the hallway to the elevator. She was livid. She couldn't believe that Jasmine was a lesbian and thought that she was a lesbian too. "The nerve of some people." she thought as she stood waiting for the elevator doors to slide open.
By the time she reached the door to her own apartment, she had calmed down a little, but was still annoyed that Jasmine had made such a ridiculous assumption. "Lesbian indeed!" she thought to herself. She strode into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine and turned on the stove. She wasn't that hungry, but felt that cooking something might take her mind off the incident with Jasmine. She decided to make something fast and simple and then spend the evening watching television.
She grabbed a fry pan from the cupboard and put it on the stove, then took a piece of fish from the freezer. Ten minutes later, she was seated on the sofa, in front of the T.V., watching the evening news. She finished dinner and poured another glass of wine and then began running through the channels on her T.V. in search of something interesting. She finally happened on a channel that was showing a documentary dealing with activities of a recently found tribe of South American natives who lived in the jungle along the Amazon river.
She always enjoyed shows that presented the lifestyles of primitive people and settled back to watch it. The jungle was thick and lush and three of the men of the tribe were wandering through the dense vegetation in search of game. They spotted a monkey high above them in a rubber tree and one of them placed a blowpipe to his lips. He took a deep breath which was followed immediately by a mighty exhale that sent a tiny dart jetting through the air and plunging into the rump of the chattering primate. Just a few seconds later, the tiny monkey came plummeting down through the branches of the rubber tree and landed with a thud, just few feet from the hunters. They rushed over and grabbed it, babbling happily with one another as they stuffed it into a large bag and headed back to the village.
When they arrived at the village, they presented their prize to the women who had built a fire and were mixing up a bowl of white pasty material that looked something like uncooked bread dough. Meanwhile, the monkey still had to be prepared for cooking, so one of the younger women in the village came out of the communal hut to attend to skinning and cleaning it. She was quite young, probably in her early 20s, and was wearing only a modest cloth wrap that covered her from the waist down. From the waist up she was naked and Jane could see that she was endowed with large, firm breasts that swayed and bounced voluptuously as she walked excitedly over to the men to claim the monkey for preparation.
She then took the monkey over to a large bed of palm leaves that were spread on the ground beside the communal hut and laid it down. Then, with what appeared to be a mix of experience and skill, she began the process of removing its skin and entrails. It took her no more than 5 or 6 minutes to complete the job at which time she cut the carcass up into several pieces and rubbed what appeared to be a yellow spice, perhaps something like dried mustard, on each piece. She then piled the parts into a woven basket, walked over to the fire, and handed the basket to the older women.
The older women were also wearing wraps that extended only from their waists down and Jane noted that most of them had breasts that sagged from having suckled so many children over the years. Meanwhile, the young girl who had prepared the monkey meat sat down, cross legged, beside the rest of the women and Jane noticed that she did not appear to be wearing anything beneath the cloth wrap that was ties around her tiny waist.
