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Tattoo.
Now, run along. You have house duties to perform."
Tattoo picked himself up off the ground and ran his naked little body
off into the jungle. Watching the small penis flap in the wind, Roarke mused,
_Much like my favourite boy's_. He strolled out of the clearing with a deeply
self satisfied smile.
* * *
The plane was circling now. Tattoo excitedly shouted out his familiar
spiel: "Boss boss de plane de plane!!" The white craft circled once more
before touching down in the clear lagoon with a faint splash. Roarke put on
his best, most handsome smile for the guests.
This week's honoured guests stepped out one by one as usual. Pretty
native women handed out leis to each visitor as they set foot on the Island.
One of the smiling women hid a very red behind behind Kyoko's grass skirt,
courtesy of Mr. Roarke himself. The master of the island believed in
personally administering discipline himself, and at times that discipline took
on wildly bizarre forms, as even he would admit.
Roarke knew which people would play the main parts in his twisted little
schemes that week. Oh yes. Lise, the wealthy European heiress from
Lichtenstein. Professor Malmstrom of a Sioux Falls, South Dakota college's
English department. Hot young Amy, the Professor's suspicious "travel
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