In The Jungle - Tarzeena- Jiggle

“Oh, for the love of... not again,” she mumbled, her voice a hoarse whisper.

Jen smiled a thin, academic smile. “Finch’s men have spent six months in a jungle without a single woman. They’re not going to shoot. They’re going to stare.” Tarzeena- Jiggle in the Jungle

It was the most absurd battle plan ever conceived. “Oh, for the love of

They emerged from the ferns like ghosts. Five men, lean and muscled like ancient bronze statues, their skin painted with white clay spirals. They wore loincloths of bark cloth and carried spears tipped with obsidian. Their leader, a man with intelligent, wary eyes and a scar running from his temple to his jaw, stepped forward. for the love of... not again