Girl Meets Ape [antikvár]

'Oh, I'm the king of the swingers . . .' sang the man in the monkey suit. 'And he certainly is!' laughed Dahlia. 'Would you look at the lunchbox on that!' By this point, the gorilla-gram was already down to a fetching red thong. He kept the gorilla mask on, though, much to the girls' disappointment. 'Everything off!' Dahlia screamed at him. 'Come on! They paid for everything! You did pay for everything off, didn't you?' Dahlia asked Jennifer Niederhauser, her chief bridesmaid and coordinator of the hen night. 'I promised your fiancé I would keep you out of trouble,' said Jennifer in earnest. 'But yes. Dahlia, we paid for everything off 'Woo-hoo!' whooped Dahlia. 'Then shake that banana, baby!' She shimmied into the centre of the crowd of hen-night revellers that surrounded the stripper and mimed something lewd with a banana of her own. The stripper handed her a bottle of baby oil and invited her to rub some on his pecs. Dahlia was in heaven. Jennifer was secretly relieved. Jennifer hadn't expected much from the local kiss-o-gram company. Certainly not the buffed and toned body that gyrated on the dance floor with Dahlia now. She definitely hadn't seen the likes of this man in the sleepy little town of Tincasde before. The men who had frequented Cinderella's