02-12-2025, 10:57 PM
## Update 153 C: The Monkey Story and the Truth (Avi and Mona)
We sat quietly under the tree, the distance between us palpable. Finally, I broke the silence, turning my head slightly away from her to maintain the pretense of modesty.
"Mona, you still haven't clearly told me how this part of your sari got wet," I said, a mischievous tone playing in my voice.
"You already know exactly how the sari got wet, Avi," Mona countered, her voice dry. "Then why are you bothering to ask?"
"I know," I admitted. "But you were sitting there so silently, so I asked to start a conversation. By the way, I have to say, it was incredibly fun hugging you."
"I know," she replied, her eyes fixed on the drying cloth. "I know how much fun you were having."
"If you knew, then why didn't you push away from me?" I asked, allowing a genuine smirk to widen across my face.
"I was genuinely terrified," she insisted, her arms still crossed over her chest. "And because of the fear, I couldn't think clearly. That's why I just clung to you."
"By the way, you were also having fun by the end of it," I teased, pushing the boundary.
"I was not having any fun at all," she denied quickly, adjusting her sitting position.
We were talking when a disturbance in the branches announced the return of the same two monkeys. Seeing them, Mona instantly grew scared again, her shoulders hunching.
"Avi, those monkeys have come back to the spot," Mona whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
"Yes, I can see them perfectly," I said, glancing over my shoulder.
"Now they're fighting each other," Mona observed, watching their movements.
"I'm not blind; I can see them wrestling," I said, a little impatiently.
"You come here, next to me," she commanded suddenly, scooting closer to my turned back. "I am still scared they might jump at me."
"If you're scared, then you come to me," I replied, refusing to turn around. "I am not moving."
Mona scrambled over and sat right next to me, her hip pressing against mine.
"Look how those two male monkeys are fighting each other," I commented.
"Why are they fighting?" Mona asked, distracted by the spectacle. "There are so many mangoes here for all of them."
"Look higher up in the tree," I instructed, tilting my head. "There's another monkey perched up there."
"What's the connection between these two wrestling monkeys and that monkey on the tree?" Mona asked, puzzled.
"I think they're not fighting for the mangoes at all," I said, leaning in to whisper. "They're fighting for that third monkey—or rather, a female monkey."
"So that's what's happening," Mona breathed, suddenly engrossed.
"Yes," I confirmed. "The one who wins the fight between these two monkeys will get the prize: that female monkey."
"Monkeys have such a simple life," Mona sighed, shaking her head. "They just have fun and more fun."
"Everyone thinks the same way about others," I said philosophically. "Everyone always likes someone else's life, and someone else's wife."
"Look, the smaller monkey lost the fight," Mona pointed out, pulling my attention back. "The larger one won."
"That monkey who lost, he was with that female monkey before," I explained, watching the scene unfold. "I've seen them many times. Now the new, winning monkey has become the owner of that female monkey and, in their mind, this whole orchard."
"Where is that winning monkey going now?" Mona asked, her attention fully captured.
"He's going to claim his prize," I said, watching him climb toward the female.
"Prize?" Mona asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Now he'll have sex with that female monkey," I said directly, using the word clearly.
Mona didn't react much to the word "sex." She was simply transfixed, watching the new couple. The winning monkey went behind the female monkey and immediately started thrusting into her. Mona was openly watching the monkeys having sex. I would look at Mona sometimes, and sometimes at the coupling monkeys. I noticed Mona secretly rubbing her choot from above her clothes, an action she thought was hidden but was plain to my eyes. After a while, the monkeys moved to another tree and continued their sex there. They gradually went far away from us.
Mona finally looked at me once, then quickly looked away, her cheeks flushed. I knew this was the moment. She was clearly aroused from watching the spectacle. I needed to strike while the iron was hot.
"Mona, do you know," I began, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial level, "the three monkeys you just saw actually have a complicated story?"
"A story?" Mona asked, her interest piqued. "What kind of story could monkeys have?"
"It’s a very interesting story, full of twists," I said. "Do you want to hear it?"
"Anyway, it’s better to listen to your story than to stay quiet here," Mona said, settling in closer to me. "Tell me the story now."
"I'll tell you the story," I said, turning my head to look at the side of her face, "but you must not speak or interrupt in the middle of it."
"I won't," she promised, her body tense with anticipation.
"That monkey who lost—he was actually that female monkey's prospective husband," I began, my voice low and hypnotic. "One day, that monkey and female monkey were having sex deep in the jungle when a tiger suddenly came close. The male monkey, hearing the tiger, ran away in fear. The female monkey was left alone, naked and vulnerable in the jungle. The tiger was closing in on the female monkey, but there was another monkey, a stranger, hidden in the jungle who quickly hid the female monkey behind a massive tree. The tiger, seeing no one, took the female monkey's discarded clothes and left the area. The female monkey thanked the strange monkey for saving her life. In return for saving her dignity and life, she had sex with that strange monkey. All this happened in the dark, so the female monkey didn't know who the monkey was. The strange monkey brought new clothes for that female monkey, left them on the tree branch, and disappeared. The female monkey put on the new clothes, and when she tried to look closely at the stranger in the faint moonlight, the monkey had already gone. Then that female monkey returned to her own house. She stopped having sex in the jungle after that incident. Later, that female monkey got married to the original monkey who ran away. The monkey who saved her was even there at her wedding, but the female monkey couldn't recognize him at all. And even today, right here in this orchard, those two monkeys—the female and the one who saved her—are in front of each other, but the female monkey still has no idea that the monkey who saved her from the tiger is sitting quietly with her."
"Mona, how was the story?" I asked, my voice returning to normal, my eyes boring into her face.
Mona didn't say anything immediately. She sat motionless, her eyes wide, staring straight ahead as she processed the clear, unmistakable meaning of my story.
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We sat quietly under the tree, the distance between us palpable. Finally, I broke the silence, turning my head slightly away from her to maintain the pretense of modesty.
"Mona, you still haven't clearly told me how this part of your sari got wet," I said, a mischievous tone playing in my voice.
"You already know exactly how the sari got wet, Avi," Mona countered, her voice dry. "Then why are you bothering to ask?"
"I know," I admitted. "But you were sitting there so silently, so I asked to start a conversation. By the way, I have to say, it was incredibly fun hugging you."
"I know," she replied, her eyes fixed on the drying cloth. "I know how much fun you were having."
"If you knew, then why didn't you push away from me?" I asked, allowing a genuine smirk to widen across my face.
"I was genuinely terrified," she insisted, her arms still crossed over her chest. "And because of the fear, I couldn't think clearly. That's why I just clung to you."
"By the way, you were also having fun by the end of it," I teased, pushing the boundary.
"I was not having any fun at all," she denied quickly, adjusting her sitting position.
We were talking when a disturbance in the branches announced the return of the same two monkeys. Seeing them, Mona instantly grew scared again, her shoulders hunching.
"Avi, those monkeys have come back to the spot," Mona whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
"Yes, I can see them perfectly," I said, glancing over my shoulder.
"Now they're fighting each other," Mona observed, watching their movements.
"I'm not blind; I can see them wrestling," I said, a little impatiently.
"You come here, next to me," she commanded suddenly, scooting closer to my turned back. "I am still scared they might jump at me."
"If you're scared, then you come to me," I replied, refusing to turn around. "I am not moving."
Mona scrambled over and sat right next to me, her hip pressing against mine.
"Look how those two male monkeys are fighting each other," I commented.
"Why are they fighting?" Mona asked, distracted by the spectacle. "There are so many mangoes here for all of them."
"Look higher up in the tree," I instructed, tilting my head. "There's another monkey perched up there."
"What's the connection between these two wrestling monkeys and that monkey on the tree?" Mona asked, puzzled.
"I think they're not fighting for the mangoes at all," I said, leaning in to whisper. "They're fighting for that third monkey—or rather, a female monkey."
"So that's what's happening," Mona breathed, suddenly engrossed.
"Yes," I confirmed. "The one who wins the fight between these two monkeys will get the prize: that female monkey."
"Monkeys have such a simple life," Mona sighed, shaking her head. "They just have fun and more fun."
"Everyone thinks the same way about others," I said philosophically. "Everyone always likes someone else's life, and someone else's wife."
"Look, the smaller monkey lost the fight," Mona pointed out, pulling my attention back. "The larger one won."
"That monkey who lost, he was with that female monkey before," I explained, watching the scene unfold. "I've seen them many times. Now the new, winning monkey has become the owner of that female monkey and, in their mind, this whole orchard."
"Where is that winning monkey going now?" Mona asked, her attention fully captured.
"He's going to claim his prize," I said, watching him climb toward the female.
"Prize?" Mona asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Now he'll have sex with that female monkey," I said directly, using the word clearly.
Mona didn't react much to the word "sex." She was simply transfixed, watching the new couple. The winning monkey went behind the female monkey and immediately started thrusting into her. Mona was openly watching the monkeys having sex. I would look at Mona sometimes, and sometimes at the coupling monkeys. I noticed Mona secretly rubbing her choot from above her clothes, an action she thought was hidden but was plain to my eyes. After a while, the monkeys moved to another tree and continued their sex there. They gradually went far away from us.
Mona finally looked at me once, then quickly looked away, her cheeks flushed. I knew this was the moment. She was clearly aroused from watching the spectacle. I needed to strike while the iron was hot.
"Mona, do you know," I began, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial level, "the three monkeys you just saw actually have a complicated story?"
"A story?" Mona asked, her interest piqued. "What kind of story could monkeys have?"
"It’s a very interesting story, full of twists," I said. "Do you want to hear it?"
"Anyway, it’s better to listen to your story than to stay quiet here," Mona said, settling in closer to me. "Tell me the story now."
"I'll tell you the story," I said, turning my head to look at the side of her face, "but you must not speak or interrupt in the middle of it."
"I won't," she promised, her body tense with anticipation.
"That monkey who lost—he was actually that female monkey's prospective husband," I began, my voice low and hypnotic. "One day, that monkey and female monkey were having sex deep in the jungle when a tiger suddenly came close. The male monkey, hearing the tiger, ran away in fear. The female monkey was left alone, naked and vulnerable in the jungle. The tiger was closing in on the female monkey, but there was another monkey, a stranger, hidden in the jungle who quickly hid the female monkey behind a massive tree. The tiger, seeing no one, took the female monkey's discarded clothes and left the area. The female monkey thanked the strange monkey for saving her life. In return for saving her dignity and life, she had sex with that strange monkey. All this happened in the dark, so the female monkey didn't know who the monkey was. The strange monkey brought new clothes for that female monkey, left them on the tree branch, and disappeared. The female monkey put on the new clothes, and when she tried to look closely at the stranger in the faint moonlight, the monkey had already gone. Then that female monkey returned to her own house. She stopped having sex in the jungle after that incident. Later, that female monkey got married to the original monkey who ran away. The monkey who saved her was even there at her wedding, but the female monkey couldn't recognize him at all. And even today, right here in this orchard, those two monkeys—the female and the one who saved her—are in front of each other, but the female monkey still has no idea that the monkey who saved her from the tiger is sitting quietly with her."
"Mona, how was the story?" I asked, my voice returning to normal, my eyes boring into her face.
Mona didn't say anything immediately. She sat motionless, her eyes wide, staring straight ahead as she processed the clear, unmistakable meaning of my story.
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