Monkey Girl
Venecia was a bit of a ‘monkey girl’, she used to climb all the trees around here when she was a little girl. And living in the jungle like this, she never really grew out of it. The jungle was just too much a part of her. She still climbed trees. Even in her short skirts. She'd howl at the other monkeys in the jungle treetops. They'd howl back at her as they thought she was nuts. They threw nuts at her. But then she gained their trust. She was the ‘monkey girl’ of the jungle. She stretched out on a limp and often slept that way at night, whilst her pet panther cat, Esmeralda, slept on the next limb.
‘Monkey girls’ are nice to have as girlfriends, Tomek mused. You can offer them your banana. And they're probably going to like it. They're ‘wild thangs’.
Treehouse
When she wasn't hanging out in the trees, she'd retreat to her cave for sleep. To a gal's personal space, her realm of privacy. She still wouldn't let him into her cave. Maiden girls, especially, they won't let you in their cave.
Her cave is like her fitting room, where she changes clothes, changes personality, and can prance around all nude, lost in her dreams. It's her space of true witchcraft.
Outside, sitting on a log by the pond, they can drink tea together. But what if it rains?
Tomek knew she loved the trees, so he suggested he build her a treehouse. It could be kind of romantic. They could sit together in the trees sipping tea.
So Tomek went to town and bought himself a hammer, saw, and some nails. That's all a man really needs, when he has an idea. And over the next week or so, he built them a little tea house in the trees.
She liked to watch him, as she sat on the ground petting her kitty. That is, her panther, Esmeralda. He was up in the trees, hammering and nailing, things that men do. His shirt was off, his back was gleaming from the sweat of his work in the Sun. A muscular back, that kept rippling as his arm kept pounding and nailing things. She was fascinated by the sight. He seems really good at nailing things!
But she did wince a little bit when he took out a really big 7 inch nail and drove it deep into a mother tree, to hold a board in place. Yeah, that board's not going anywhere. And she felt a bit sorry for the big tree when it took that big nail deep,... that must have hurt! The tree leaves and branches swayed as he nailed her good. And that tree was a friend of Venecia's, she could psychically communicate with it, and understood that this tree was a female spirit.