Ben roared, and leapt up to the window. His powerful paws pushed the
window clean out of its frame with a crash. He leapt through the
empty window frame and into the garden below. He moved through the
ferns, palms and bushes toward the pool pretending that he was in the
jungle.
"Lion Tacos! They're serious," said a shrill voice, "That restaurant
is actually going to sell lion meat tacos for $8.50!"
"Hey, if it's under 10 bucks, I'll eat one. Just to say I'm a man-
eating lion!" laughed Justin.
Ben crouched and listened. If that was Justin, then the shrill voice
was Jillian. He thought about jumping out and scaring them, but then
he remembered that Justin was an armed security guard, and he was
probably in uniform this time of day. And Justin did say he'd like to
eat lion meat. Slowly Ben inched backward into the deeper foliage.
"Hey, did you hear something?"
"Probably a bird or lizard, Just," she said.
"Maybe it's a lion stalking us?" Justin said pulling out his weapon
and dropping to one knee.
"Justin! Be serious, we live in Arizona, when was the last time you -
oh, never mind! You're such a kid!"
"Aw, c'mon Jilly, you're supposed to play along and swoon, and your
great white hunter carries you to his bed."
"Hm, it might be more fun if my naked ape man Tarzan carried me deep
into the bushes?" Jill posited.
"Ooh, I like the way you think, now watch your lover do a fancy strip
dance down to my loincloth."
"You're not really wearing a loincloth under there?"
"Heh, heh, you just wait and see," Justin said as he twirled his tie
around his index finger, and sent it flying into the bushes. It hit
Ben right on his snout.
"Oh, now you threw your tie in the bushes?"
"Don't worry you can get it for me, when I carry you in there!"
"Whoa!" she exclaimed as his shirt hit the ground.
Justin danced himself out of his shoes and pants. He was only wearing
a leopard print spandex bikini now and his black socks.
"Ha, ha, well, it's almost a loincloth!"
"It probably comes off easier," Justin said snapping his waistband,
"It's got elastic. I bet Tarzan has to fumble with knots to get his
off. By then Jane's out of the mood."
"Oh, yeah, apeman, that explains why Tarzan keeps Cheetah around. And
why you hang around with Ben."
"Hey, Ben's my bud, not my pet monkey."
"Whatever you say ape man. Me Jill!" laughed Jill.
Justin in his gorilla stance pointed at his chest and said in his
thickest voice, "Me Jill!"
They both laughed.
"No me Jill," Jill said pointing at herself, "You?" she said pointing
at Justin.
"Hm, you Jill?" Justin asked jabbing his finger into her boob. "Me,
Just-in."
"Just in from where? Nairobi? The Congo? Mo-hahahaha!" Jill laughed
as Justin grunted and scooped her up in his arms.
Then he charged straight into the bushes and straight into Ben the
lion.