Sunlight burst into the jungle and with its radiance the noises of the jungle returned; the squawking of macaws, the chattering of gibbons and the buzzing of countless insects. The kiss of the sun and the smell of roasting tapir stirred Drum to a semi-awakened state. Through half-open eyes he could see he was alone. He yawned and rubbed his eyes then hauled himself out of bed. He padded across the woven raffia floor to the hole where the top of the ladder poked through. Still half asleep he descended it to the jungle floor.
“Morning.”
It was Ben from the neighbouring hut. Even sitting down mending his nets the man was statuesque. His sun-bronzed and lightly oiled skin accentuated his muscular physique. Between his legs his thick c**k hung down from a nest of thick, wiry copper-coloured p
