Jimma

Old man

Crawling bats, snakes with legs and most interesting to Jim, young girls, almost naked, hiding behind the trees, “But very visible, if you catch my drift”, old guy`s toothless mouth turning into some kind of a smile, with Jim picturing those wild nights. “Distant screams”, as the man continued his story, “make me shiver. However, I had to go outside as ancient seamen were drawn by sirens I was attracted to their `music`.”

At that point Jim thought he was crazy with a mimic at his face proving him wrong. The man took some Dutch courage and followed by telling his story. It was an unbelievable account of horrors, mashed with lust in the beds of mosses. Jim was afraid and aroused at the same moment, fearing he wouldn`t look at any young girl in the same fashion ever again. He needed some courage, too. As he reached for the bottle listening to madman, he drank a bit, spilling it out. It was petroleum. Standing in the middle of the room with sore throat and holding aching stomach, he remembered the words of an old teacher:

“Who spends his time with the lunatics is one to, Jimmy boy”.

Not paying attention to Jim’s mishap the man continued his story, looking straight at the empty wall, without blinking.

“Up, in front, I could see a satyr roaming around, with his ugly face and hairy legs, luring me to follow it. It was a disgusting being although magnetic. His expression and wild smile instigate something deep in me, something primal. My head was turning away, but my legs continued down the path with it jumping around here and there. Deep into the forest with awkward shaped trees my brain realized – there is no way back. Into the cave, drinking some sparkling misty water which enchanted my whole being, I saw them. Beautiful girls, every girl is lovely at this age. I thought I am in heaven or Garden of Eden, and I am the king or better, god. Devilish smile was on my face with so many options I couldn`t know where to turn first.

‘Come here’, satyr invited me deeper into the cave through a dark corridor. There she was, a gorgeous maid, on the bed, in one secluded chamber. I start undressing myself looking at her youth skin, her lovely hair around her body. The satyr was there, obviously he enjoys watching dubious men take advantage of the girls.

‘Look at him and remember what kind of creature horny men are, dirty, smelly, hairy, very old like this one’, pointing to me. Some kind of wild smile crawl on her face, replacing submissions seconds before. I had to take my clothes, tail inside, walking back, defeated, conquered, never again wanting to have anything with that devil`s servant or any kind of goatlike creature.”