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  Contents

  Title Page

  Forward to Book Two

  Chapter 1 - Waking Up in Wonderland

  Chapter 2 - What to do with a Sunday?

  Chapter 3 - Local Explorations

  Chapter 4 - Disappearing Acts

  Chapter 5 - Back to the Mainland

  Chapter 6 - Cleaning Up and Clearing Out

  Chapter 7 - Shutting Down

  Chapter 8 - Friday Morning

  Chapter 9 - Friday Afternoon

  Chapter 10 - Friday Evening

  Chapter 11 - Away from The Things of Man

  Chapter 12 - Home Away from Home

  Chapter 13 - Where We're From

  Chapter 14 - Family Time

  Chapter 15 - A New Game

  Chapter 16 - Super-Sexy Pleasure-Monkey

  Chapter 17 - There's no Turning Back Now

  Chapter 18 - The Amazon and The Boongaroo

  Chapter 19 - Nope, Not a Man Afterall

  Chapter 20 - Game On

  Chapter 21 - Tribal Council

  Chapter 22 - Dinner on the Honeydew

  Chapter 23 - It does Weird things to Your Dreams

  Chapter 24 - Brotherly Love

  Chapter 25 - Educational Love

  Chapter 26 - Full Disclosure

  Chapter 27 - The Big Event

  Chapter 28 - New Lives

  Chapter 29 - A Walk with Pamela

  Chapter 30 - Sunday Night in the Big Bed

  End of Book Two

  About The Author

  Other Series by The Author

  Jungle Nymphs, Lost at Sea

  The Sea Nymphs: Book 2

  Marilyn Foxworthy

  Copyright © 2019 Marilyn Foxworthy

  All rights reserved.

  Forward to Book Two

  My name is Marilyn. I have written before about some of the remarkable men and women of the Jensen Family. This time, it’s a man named Tom and his tribe of sexy modern jungle nymphs. This is the second book of his story.

  I call it “Book 2: Jungle Nymphs, Lost at Sea”. In the first part of the story, Tom got a letter from his brother Robby Jensen. In that book, Tom met Sarah and the Fire Maidens and bonded with all of them and started a new family. But Tom can’t go home again, so now he needs a new life and new work to do. And what’s the deal with the NORG elf, Pixie?

  Ready?

  But first, before you turn the page, beware of several things that you’ll find on the other side of this door. I warn you now. Here’s what you should know before you decide to read the story of our hero and his wonderful life:

  The story is, at times, highly sexual. At times graphically so. If that isn’t what you want to read, you better stop right now. Take the book back to the store and get your money back. There’s a lot of sex.

  The story is long. It isn’t a quick read for a single afternoon. In fact, the tale is several volumes long. This is probably just one book of an epic saga. The entire series is long. If you want a short little diversion, stop now. If you get hooked on the story and spend more time than you want to be reading, and possibly rereading, the entire adventure, maybe that’s my fault, but I make no apologies for it.

  Spoiler alert: And this refers back to point 1, our hero is remarkable in many ways, but one of those is how several women may fall in love with him at the same time. And because he’s so remarkable, they generally have no jealousy between them. I’ll leave it to you to read how that plays out, but if the implications disturb you, I recommend a more traditional ‘Bodice-Ripper’ romance. OK, let’s just spell it out: there’s probably going to be some harem elements to the story. Heroes know how to satisfy. But, pay attention to the next point…about the allegory aspects of that.

  The story is revealed to a great extent through dialog. The characters talk a lot.

  Allegory alert: If you read the story correctly, many of the people, especially the women related to the primary hero in the story, will actually represent different aspects of the same person. As people, we are complex beings. You will find explanations of the ‘oneness’ of the characters, so keep in mind that what may sound polygamous, may actually be an allegory of one monogamous relationship. Or don’t. You can read it however you want to, but it was written in many respects as an allegory. That doesn’t make it any less fun. It does make it more like eroticism for philosophers though.

  The story was written by me, but in the same style as my other books, as if our hero had kept journals of his adventures, and I just edited and published them. That may have been more the case in some books than others, but it’s the style I enjoy right now. I was a fan of the great pulp writers like Edgar Rice Burroughs, and I think it influenced the language and style to some extent.

  You may notice frequent references to quoted movie lines, song lyrics, and passages from other books. They may seem obscure. If you find something that one of the characters says to be a bit weird, it’s probably a movie line. You can look it up on the Internet or something if you want to. If you get it, that’s fun. If not, I hope you don’t feel like you’re missing the joke

  Refer to point 1, above. Really. I’m not kidding. It gets graphic. And pay attention to points 3 and 5 as well. You have been warned. And, just so you know what to expect, there’s no sexual humiliation, violence, bondage, or anything like that presented in any erotic way. If that’s what you’re looking for, something darker, this isn’t for you. There’s a lot of sex, but it is portrayed as respectful, consensual, and loving.

  Well, ready? Our story starts on a sunny morning the tropics…

  Chapter 1 - Waking Up in Wonderland

  I opened my eyes and was incredibly relieved and happy to find myself in the surroundings that I found myself in.

  First of all, I wasn’t lying on the sand in an unknown spot coughing up salt water. That was where I was when I woke up yesterday. I was glad that I wasn’t there again. Yeah, the day had been a fantastic adventure, but wow, it was exhausting. After ‘rescuing’ the three princesses, Pixie and I had walked back to Robby’s house and we had a nice family dinner with his family and mine, but by the time I got back to the bungalow afterward, I was dead beat. During the day, while the girls and I had been busy in the jungle getting to know each other, Robby’s elves had been busy extending the deck at the bungalow, enclosing it with screens, and building a great big bed for me and the four girls. Well, actually five since Pixie was sleeping with us now, too.

  I woke up in the middle. At least three of the girls, and Pixie, were touching me to some degree. One was on my left shoulder with her arm across my stomach. Another on my right shoulder with her leg over my thigh. It seemed like Pixie was asleep between my legs with her head in my crotch. It had to be her; none of the others were that small. Pixie was just about thirty-eight inches tall and actually fit quite nicely.

  Last night was kind of a blur. I hadn’t drunk any alcohol or anything like that, it was just that so much had happened in the past few days and I was tired of remembering all of it. I think that I didn’t really pay much attention. There was a lot of congratulating and laughing and teasing, but I think I tuned it out. Robby’s wife Buttercup had been very sympathetic toward me, and I seemed to remember her kind of running interference to keep me from being engaged in the conversation very much. After a little while, all of them got the idea and left me alone except to say a kind word of welcome to me now and then. Even the woman, well young woman, Cupcake, who I understood to be the most playful scamp of the bunch, took pity on me.

  So here I was. In a giant bed on the porch of a bungalow forty feet from the water, on a beach in Kauai, naked with three wonderful women as well as Sarah, the NORG girl, and Pixie, my own personal Elf. Every
one of them was breathtakingly beautiful, and the fact that they were all perfectly naked was a welcome circumstance to be sure.

  The Sarah didn’t really need to sleep, except an hour a day, but it sure seemed like both she and Pixie were asleep now.

  I heard Sarah very quietly in my ear-piece say, “Tommy, you’re awake. How are you?”

  I whispered back, “I’m great. Is Pixie asleep? It feels like she is.”

  Sarah said, “Yes. She is. She sleeps a lot. She was really tired. That’s why I carried her to bed last night. She fell asleep at the party.”

  I said, “Is she OK? You said that you only need to sleep about an hour a day.”

  Sarah said, “I told you that I only sleep an hour a day. Because I’m like Alice. A big elf. The little elves, like Pixie and Poppet, have to sleep a full night when they get tired. Working doesn’t make them so tired, and they can work at night sometimes, but it seems like thinking hard and being emotional makes them tired. Even Alice doesn’t know why. We’re kind of mysterious I suppose. Alice doesn’t know why she is like she is, and she doesn’t exactly know why elves are like elves.”

  I said, “Oh, that surprises me. But I don’t care. I don’t have to understand any of it to know that I like it. But really, Alice and Robby don’t know how the elves work?”

  Sarah said, “Not exactly. We aren’t like normal machines. Alice was supposed to be the Artificial Intelligence for the house where Robby and the Princesses lived at the resort, but she fell in love with all of them and she became Alice. Then she and Robby made her a NORG body and she got to be a real girl. Then they found the elves like Poppet and then everyone was really happy. Then Alice and Robby had me and I gave you Pixie for a wedding present. Do you want to go swimming?”

  I said, “In a little while, but not just yet.”

  Sarah said, “Tom, do you love Pixie?”

  I said, “I do. I love Pixie very much. Pixie’s real too.”

  Sarah said, “I’m glad. She’s different, I think. I’m glad you love her because.”

  I thought about Sarah and Pixie’s shared habit of ending sentences with the word ‘because’. As if that was reason enough. I had learned though that they often explained themselves soon enough if I was patient.

  Sure enough, Sarah continued, saying, “Because she’s different than Poppet and the other little elves. They all need to be loved, but Pixie is special, I think. I don’t know why. I asked Alice and she doesn’t know why either. Elves have their own personalities. Belle was different too. Poppet is the chief of Robby’s elves if Alice isn’t being chief, but Pixie is more like a chief even than Poppet. Well, Pixie is more like Cupcake than any elf, ever. And kind of like Honey and Buttercup. I think that maybe Pixie is more Fairy than even I am. Pixie is little like an elf, but she acts big like one of the princesses.”

  I said, “Sarah, does that worry you or make you feel bad?”

  Sarah said, “Like jealous of her or something? No. Not at all. Whoever has magic working is the chief at that time. I just think that Pixie has special magic that is stronger than any of the other little elves. Pixie told the girls, and even you, what to do. Only Honey and Buttercup tell girls what to do. Poppet might try to tell Robby, but she doesn’t get away with it. But Pixie told you what to do and it was the right thing to do, so you did it. I never saw how that works, because I just got here, but Alice tried to explain it to me, but we don’t know why she is like that. But you do love her, right?”

  I said, “I absolutely love her.”

  Sarah said, “Good. I didn’t really want to go swimming so much. Today is a rest day. Sundays, we don’t do big things. That’s what Alice taught me. And for Robby and his family, Sunday night is big bed night.”

  I said, “What’s that?”

  She said, “Alice says that on Sunday night, they all sleep together. They do that whenever they want to, but especially on Sunday. I don’t know why. I mean, I know why they do it, but I don’t know why they don’t do it.”

  I noticed that Sarah was once again speaking in what I perceived to be a more innocent pattern than she did on the plane a few days ago. It was like she had a public person that was more ‘real world’ than how she was in private with me. I liked it. I found it refreshing and sort of comforting as well.

  Sarah continued, “Why don’t they always sleep together?”

  It seemed to be a genuine question.

  I said, “Sarah, do you remember how when we first got here that you wanted to spend time alone with me and then…”

  She broke in and said, “Oh, so some days Alice and Robby want time alone together! And they still do that even if it isn’t their first honeymoon night. Oh, that’s why!”

  I said, “Hey, how come nobody but you and I are awake? I would have thought that the others would have heard us by now.”

  Sarah said, “Oh, that’s why too! OK, on Sunday we can have big bed nights and other nights like this. They didn’t wake up because I wanted to talk to you, so I played the music and helped them keep sleeping. But like the other day, I knew that you had to go play with the Fire Maidens and so I stayed here and learned to drive cars. And yesterday we all stayed away while you rescued all of them and Pixie hid in the jungle and gave you privacy. So, except for Sunday night, we all get to have time to be rescued by you if we want to. That’s wonderful. I like that. The rules that they are teaching me are really good.”

  I said, “What other rules are there?”

  She said, “Um, just that we get to be naked when you tell us to and we wear clothes that you like and whoever has magic is chief and everybody does what Honey says except that for us everybody does what Sandy says except we all do what you say.”

  I said, “Is Sandy in charge like Honey is somehow?”

  It was true. In Robby’s family, Honey was certainly the queen. And in the most wonderful and perfect way. It just made everything feel right. Honey was somehow in charge, except when Robby was. It was so clear, and you didn’t even have to talk it over. And apparently Sarah felt that in our family that role belonged to Sondra.

  Sarah said, “Well, I think so. I’m like Alice. Everyone has a role. You are like Robby. Sandy is like Honey. Dee is going to be like Buttercup, I think. And Ashley is like Lily, and Pixie is like Cupcake and Poppet and Belle all in one. And I am kind of like Peach because I am paying the bills and because of the other thing.”

  I asked, “What other thing?”

  Sarah grinned and said, “Sexually.”

  I asked, “How?”

  Sarah said, “Remember what I did at home before we came on the airplane and we liked it?”

  I thought back and remembered that our first sexual experience was Sarah deep throating me in the most wonderful way. I nodded.

  Sarah said, “I liked that a lot. And Peach likes that too. I really liked it a lot.”

  Sarah and I had extricated ourselves from the bed and were sitting in comfortable chairs very close to each other on the veranda while the girls and Pixie stayed sleeping.

  After another minute or so, Sarah said, “Tommy, Alice says that Robby’s family is all busy today. She says that we still have the suite at the hotel, and we can stay here or go play at the hotel, and I can drive us where we want to go. Pixie can bring us breakfast if we want to eat here, but Robby’s family is busy and won’t be available until tomorrow morning.”

  I sighed contentedly and said, “You know what? That’s fine with me.”

  Sarah said, “Alice says that you and Robby can talk tomorrow if you want to.”

  I said, “We’ll see. I do want to know what is going to happen and make some plans, but that can wait. I think that I will be able to relax more if we have more information though. But then again, I guess it really doesn’t matter. I guess I don’t really need more information, do I? It’s all going to be great and I don’t need to worry about tomorrow. That feels good.”

  Sarah said, “I’m glad. Sweetie, I’m going to make a rule. On Sundays, we sle
ep in the big bed, but for the most part, we do whatever you want to on those days. So, I will tell everyone that we don’t ask for much on Sunday. You decide when you want to do something or make love or go swimming or whatever. It’s your day to surprise us and give us presents if you want to. Or to give us all time to ourselves and to rest. You take naps or play or whatever. No, don’t say you don’t want to. It’ll be good. For instance, I could ask you to make love to me right now, but this rule says that I can wait, and you can tell me what you want when you want it. I’ll have all the other days to ask for what I want. But I think that if we don’t ask, then we will have better adventures because you will make them up for us.”

  I thought for a minute and said, “You know, that sounds pretty good. I like that. I wasn’t sure at first, but if you put it like that, and I can make up an adventure for us, that sounds pretty good. Today I think I want to go to the hotel, and I want to go shopping for everyone. I want to walk in the sun with my beautiful brides and take in the sights. I want to stop when we see a nice shop and buy something if we find something that we like. Then we’ll swim in fresh water and lay by the pool and talk and get to know each other even more. I like that idea.”

  We sat for another minute and then I said, “Oh, but what about Pixie? I want her to be with us. Maybe we should just stay here.”

  Sarah said, “Let me ask Alice. I’m pretty sure that Pixie can leave the property. I’ll find out. OK, I talked to Alice and she said that Robby would talk to you. OK, here he is now. Go ahead and just talk in the ear-fish.”

  I said tentatively, “Robby? Are you there?”

  Robby answered through the ear-piece that I was wearing and said, “Yep. So, you asked about taking Pixie off campus? Oh, by the way, I’ll be around today, but the ladies want to go play around the island and maybe at the hotel. We have everything that we need here, but sometimes we like to mingle with the locals, you know?”

  I said, “Um that’s what I was planning to do too.”

  He said, “Oh, then maybe we’ll run into you. I didn’t know what you would want to do, so I had everyone plan to leave ya’ll alone for the day.”