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Subject: {ASSM} Rhonda (Bradley Stoke) (MFF)
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Title: Rhonda
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MFF
Short Summary: Rhonda comes to the Garden of Eden from the City of
Angels.


Story: Rhonda (5,173 words)

All is well in the Garden of Eden.  The lion sits with the lamb and Adam
and Eve are truly in Paradise.  But this is a Paradise about to be lost
when Rhonda arrives from the City of Angels bringing with her knowledge
that the first couple had never before suspected.  


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Rhonda
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A slight breeze blew through the garden, rustling the leaves in 
the trees and bending the stems of the tall flowers. A lamb lying 
down by the side of a small pond twitched its nostrils, but soon 
relaxed. This was about as rough as the weather ever got. The 
lamb returned to the flowers it was nibbling, unperturbed by the 
nearby presence of a lion on the other side of the pond. And 
why should it be bothered. The lion would no more wish it 
harm than he would himself. The sun stood high in the clear 
blue sky, just a single white cloud to break the utter blueness in 
front of which flew a squadron of migratory birds. 

The garden was peaceful but not wholly quiet. Bees and other 
insects buzzed amongst the flowers and shrubbery. Birds sang 
melodiously from the fruit-laden boughs of the leafy trees. The 
slight breeze brought a welcome coolness to the warm air and 
added a rustle to the ambience. And amongst it all could be 
heard shrieks, gasps, cries and yells. The birds and the beasts 
in the garden were not troubled by it in the least. This was a 
noise to which they were accustomed. It was just Adam and 
Eve, the guardians and prime benefactors of the garden, once 
again indulging in passionate and totally abandoned lovemaking 
out in the open on the short grazed grass.

Ever since Adam woke up one morning to find a slight ache in 
his side and the beautiful sight of Eve beside him, there had 
been very few hours indeed where the couple had not indulged 
the passion they felt for each other and explored their sexuality 
in a world free of guilt and sin. Adam had not had to endure 
many days of solitude before Eve arrived, and like him she 
arrived fully grown and with no memory of an earlier time. He 
had never really questioned this. He assumed that this was how 
it should be. And, lo, what he had seen of the world was good 
and right, and he had no reason to believe that it should ever be 
otherwise.

Indeed, he had not been especially unhappy in the time before 
Eve arrived. He had plenty to do in exploring the grottoes and 
woods and ponds and streams of the garden. There were so 
many interesting and beautiful things to see and he knew all of 
them by name. As well he might, as there were no names 
before he granted them to the world. There were some places 
he preferred over others. He enjoyed bathing in the still waters 
of the pond or lazing on the grass lawns that spread out in all 
directions or climbing up the trees to regard the garden's vista 
stretching in all directions as far as he could see, towards the 
far distant horizon. But just as he had no conception of a time 
before he arrived in the garden, he was never much concerned 
about thoughts of a world beyond the garden.

And now with Eve, there was a new world to explore, and the 
garden itself was a world they could now explore together. 
When they weren't enjoying the fruits of the trees, they were 
enjoying the feel of their own bodies. There was so much to 
explore, and although Adam was sure that he knew every inch 
of Eve's flesh and loved every part of it, somehow he never lost 
his desire to explore it again and more thoroughly.

At the moment, Adam was thrusting in and out of Eve's spread 
open legs, her ankles interlocked behind the taut muscles of his 
buttocks, while she lay back on the short soft grass, her full 
apple-shaped breasts shaking up and down to the same rhythm 
as Adam's thrusts. The passion drove her face into expressions 
of agony, but this was the agony of achieving peaks of 
orgasmic ecstasy that was pushing her body close to the limits 
of endurance. Her long blonde hair splayed out in all directions 
for a yard or so. Her waist was slender but her hips were wider 
and round, perfectly designed to accommodate Adam's foot-
long penis as it thrust back and forth, seemingly inexhaustible in 
how long it could stay erect and the volume of semen he could 
generate when self-restraint was finally sacrificed to his need to 
achieve an orgasm of which Eve would by now have had her 
own experience in the dozens. 

Eve looked up at Adam above her, his hands grasping her 
thighs and hips the better to keep thrusting into her. Although 
the long hair of her head came down to her waist, otherwise 
her hair, except on her crotch and under her arms, was very 
much sparser than Adam's. His chest and face was blessed 
with a growth of light brown hair that curled rather more than 
the shoulder-length hair that framed the penetrating green eyes 
and the warm reassuring smile of his face. She smiled back at 
Adam, her light green eyes sparkling in the sun, as her crotch 
pushed against his thrusting penis. She was so lucky. So 
fortunate. She lived in a beautiful place. And she loved the most 
beautiful man. She couldn't possibly ask for anyone more kind, 
more considerate, more loving or more virile. She was truly in 
Paradise.

And still Adam thrust away at her, as she melted and dissolved 
in the ecstasy to which she had become accustomed, until Eve 
could sense from the twitching movements of his penis inside 
her that he was himself at last about to come. This awareness 
merely heightened her passion and so, mutually and 
simultaneously, the two of them burst out in an orgasmic climax 
where their cries drowned out all other sounds in the garden. 
Adam released his semen deep inside Eve, intermixed with the 
juice her own passion had generated. This was they both felt 
the proper place for him to release his load. They had tried 
other alternatives. But somehow the taste of semen in Eve's 
mouth never matched the joy she felt when it was down below. 
And her arse had never felt as comfortable a receptacle as her 
vagina. 

And then the two collapsed, sated and exhausted, jerking 
spasms of semen trailing out of Adam's penis onto the grass 
and Eve's thighs. She could feel its trickle seep out between her 
legs and join the puddle on her inner thighs and in a small damp 
patch on the daisies and leaves of grass that brushed against 
them. The two of them lay together, arms and legs entangled, 
as the breeze brushed against the small hairs of their skin and 
ruffled Adam's beard. A heron strode close beside them, 
unconcerned about their presence, while a doe stood grazing 
within feet of Eve's face.

"I must wash myself," Eve remarked, as the juices became 
cracked and dry on their skin. "Do you want to come?"

Adam smiled, but shook his head. "I feel so relaxed. It's so 
beautiful here in the sun. I'll rest here. I'll see you later."

Eve smiled in return. There was nothing unusual in this. They 
had all the time in the world and whether they were together or 
apart, in spirit they always felt close together. And, of course, 
Eve had no conception of fear and no thought that solitude 
would in any sense make her more vulnerable. And vulnerable 
to what? There was nothing in the garden that could ever harm 
her. She stood up and stroked the doe on the head as he 
muzzled against Eve's hand. Her naked body was a delight to 
Adam as he lay there, the sun in his eyes as he watched her 
silhouetted figure stroll unhurriedly towards the wood where 
Eve's favourite pool awaited under the shadow of tall fruit trees 
and willows. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off to a 
post-coital doze.

Eve knew that Adam always felt so tired and exhausted after 
they had made love, as did she but somehow never to the same 
extent. This was just one of the many differences between the 
two of them that she loved and would never wish were any 
other way. She strode off, her hands brushing against the 
flowers and the heather that dotted the grass lawns, and 
entered the wood that afforded welcome shade from the 
midday sun. Birds flew through the trees welcoming her with 
their song, while squirrels and monkeys run up and down the 
branches as happy to see Eve as she was to see them. Her feet 
pressed down on the grass that protected her feet as she 
strolled unhurriedly along. She had no notion of wasting time or 
of ever being longer away from Adam than he might expect. In 
fact, time had almost no meaning to her at all.

And there ahead of her, shining in the sun in the opening 
between the trees, was the pool which she would soon sink 
into and bathe the stains of her passion away. But just by the 
pool was a white and red figure she'd never seen before. Her 
heart jumped a beat in anticipation. Another new being to 
which she could get acquainted. Like the elephant she met 
whose long trunk wrapped itself in friendship and affection 
around her slender waist. Or like the pair of unicorns who 
approached her and nuzzled her face, carefully ensuring that 
their horns would not harm her. Or the yale that jumped and 
danced for her pleasure. But this creature was different, and the 
strangest thing about it was that it resembled Adam and her. 
Indeed it much more resembled her than it did Adam. Long 
hair, breasts and a very feminine shape. Just like her own 
reflection as she saw it in the waters of the pool.

However, this person was very strange in other ways. She had 
long red curly hair that came down to her shoulders and bushed 
out. Her skin had a reddish hue to it, but where the skin wasn't 
red it was very white, unlike the slightly brown tanned skin that 
Adam and she had. But strangest of all was that she was 
wearing a short white skirt and a tight tee shirt that covered, but 
did not disguise, her full breasts, and white socks and trainers 
on her feet. She was bent over, a pair of knickers discarded 
and lying to one side of her, while her hands were busy stroking 
and caressing her vagina. She was far more intent on 
masturbation than on noticing Eve approach her. Eve had, of 
course, masturbated on occasion, but as she could rely on 
Adam to bring her more satisfying, more physical, sex, it wasn't 
something she felt the need to do very often.

"Hello there! Who are you?" Eve asked, not even thinking that 
she might be interrupting the girl's privacy.

The girl looked up at her with pale blue eyes and Eve could see 
that the source of the redness on her skin were small discreet 
spots which had she known she would have called freckles. 
This was strange in itself. She and Adam had no such spots on 
their perfect skin. These spots were at their most dense around 
her nose, but they were everywhere else as well. On her legs, 
her knees, her bare arms, her high forehead.

The girl pulled her hand away from her crotch with a start and 
pulled the white skirt over her groin. It came half way down her 
upper thighs and flared out at the hem. She looked up at Eve 
with a startled expression.

"Who're you? And why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I'm Eve. And what are you called? And what are 'clothes'?"

"Rhonda. That's what I'm called. Rhonda. Like the Beach Boys 
song. And clothes? Surely you can't be serious. These are 
clothes." She touched the fabric of her skirt and tugged her tee 
shirt forward. "You must know what clothes are."

"No. I've never seen things like that before. They must feel very 
strange on you." Eve smiled and knelt down next to Rhonda 
and stroked the soft cotton fabric of the dress by where 
Rhonda had just been masturbating.

"Are you shitting me? Is this some kind of weird nudist colony 
or something? Where the fuck am I?"

Eve was slightly puzzled by Rhonda's linguistic expressions, but 
she smiled quizzically. "This is the garden. That's all that it is. 
Don't you know? Do you come from somewhere else?"

Rhonda sat back resting her weight on her arms, and watched 
Eve stroke her clothes with a puzzled expression. "Well, hell. 
Of course I do. Venice Beach is where I was."

"'Venice Beach'? Is that near here?"

"It's in Los Angeles. You must have heard of it."

"No. What is 'Los Angeles'?"

"The City of Angels. California. Christ! You can't be that 
stupid. You aren't telling me you don't know LA."

"'Ellay'?" Eve laughed. "You are telling me so much I don't 
understand. If you don't come from here, and you come from 
some place with a strange name, how did you get here?"

"Fucked if I know!" Rhonda swore angrily. "One moment I 
was in Venice Beach. Just mooching. Not doing much. And 
then, I dunno, I got all dizzy or something. And then I kind of 
fell over. And I didn't just fall a few feet. Fuck no! I was like 
falling for like hours or something. Like spinning around. It was 
like the weirdest trip I'd ever had. And I hadn't taken anything 
either. And then I arrived here. By this water pool and under all 
these trees."

Eve grinned. "Well, I'm really pleased you came here, Rhonda. 
I must introduce you to Adam. He'd love to meet you."

"'Adam'? What kind of fucking weird shit is this? You're called 
Eve. And you've got some guy called 'Adam'. Just tell me I'm 
fucking dreaming."

Eve laughed. This Rhonda was so funny. She had the strangest 
way of speaking. Adam would really like to meet her. A new 
friend. Just like the unicorns and that giraffe. But one that could 
speak. How truly delightful! She placed a hand on Rhonda's 
tee shirt covered shoulder and smiled warmly and welcomingly. 
"No. You're not dreaming. I came through the wood and there 
I saw you masturbating under the tree."

Rhonda became visibly even redder. Eve was slightly startled. 
She'd never seen such a discolouration before. Except perhaps 
when she and Adam were in the heat of lovemaking. If she'd 
known better, she'd have realised she'd seen her first ever 
blush. Rhonda was very embarrassed.

"Look. Eve. I'm sorry about that. Like I don't normally do that. 
But I thought I was like alone here. I just didn't realise there 
was anyone else here. And somehow, you know, there's 
something real freaking weird about this place. I got here and 
just somehow felt, you know, kind of warm and tingly. You 
know, like horny. And it just seemed like natural. I can't really 
explain. It just got me that way."

Eve laughed at Rhonda. "I don't know what you're trying to 
say. I feel horny all the time. That's just the normal way to be."

Rhonda frowned at Eve, but her eyes sparkled in a way that 
puzzled Eve rather more. "Really. Is that so?"

"Yes, of course. I just love making love. Adam and I do it all 
the time."

"And it's just you and Adam, is it? No one else?"

"Well, who else is there?" Eve laughed innocently.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that," remarked Rhonda 
placing her hand on the hand that Eve still had on her skirt.

Eve frowned, slightly troubled. She looked at Rhonda's light 
blue eyes and the lips, which seemed unnaturally red and shiny, 
through which Rhonda's strong white teeth gleamed in a 
curious, almost wicked smile. "I really don't understand."

Rhonda didn't reply, but instead leaned forward towards Eve's 
face and kissed her gently on the lips. Eve gasped a little but 
didn't pull herself away. Emboldened, Rhonda moved to a 
more comfortable position with relation to Eve, her knees 
touching the inside of Eve's thighs, her lips pursing and kissing 
Eve's face, her hands stroking the bare skin of Eve's shoulders 
and thighs. Eve was thoroughly puzzled. This was somehow 
quite different to the affection showed towards her by the 
animals of her acquaintance.

And then Eve was aware of just how very different it was, as 
one of Rhonda's hands grasped a breast, her nipple between 
splayed fingers, while another hand grasped the back of Eve's 
neck, the fingers pressing her long hair down onto the nape, 
and her mouth pressed hard against hers. The tongue pushed 
open Eve's lips and twisted horizontally against her face, so that 
Eve's eyes were focused on Rhonda's long curls of red hair. 
And then the tongue was deep inside her mouth, pushing 
against her own tongue and running over her teeth. Eve eased 
Rhonda's face away from hers so she could gaze into the girl's 
face. Their eyes were so close, and Eve saw for the first time 
that there was a strange blue hue to Rhonda's eyelids.

"What are you doing, Rhonda?"

"Only what you want me to, Eve."

"Kissing me. Stroking me. Pressing my breasts. But that's what 
Adam does to me."

"And isn't it ever so delightful?"

"Well ?" puzzled Eve. There was something slightly wrong 
about this, but Eve was uncertain what it might be. "What might 
Adam think if he saw you doing this?"

"He'd want to join in!" Rhonda replied, pushing her face back 
against Eve's and pressing her palm more firmly against Eve's 
bosom, while her other hand stroked Eve's thigh. Eve raised an 
eyebrow, but Rhonda's reply was fairly convincing. And, in any 
case, Eve found that she was rather enjoying Rhonda's warm 
freckled skin against her own, and she was fascinated by how 
quite different were the textures and flavours of her flesh and 
the taste in her mouth. She responded more vigorously to 
Rhonda's kiss, matching the strange girl's nibbling and tonguing 
with the energy she practised with Adam.

Rhonda's body felt softer and smoother than Adam's. Her lips 
also tasted very strange: Eve wondered whether it was 
something to do with their curious redness. And the very thing 
that was most odd was her clothes. It came as rather a surprise 
to Eve when Rhonda removed them. Until then she'd thought 
they were something integral to the girl, like a bird's plumage or 
a lion's mane, but, no, they could be removed in their entirety, 
even the strange white hooves that enclosed her feet. And what 
was underneath was different again. These freckles were 
everywhere. They were denser in some places, like on her 
upper chest and on her forearms where they were almost as 
densely packed as on her face, but in other places they were 
relatively thinly scattered. Eve ran her tongue over them, 
wondering whether they might come off with her licking, but it 
merely dampened her red and pale skin. And, even stranger 
still, there was a metallic silver ring in her navel and two rather 
thinner ones in her the ear lobes. Eve had never seen an animal 
that had metal in its body before.

And then she felt Rhonda's fingers probe into her crotch, her 
fingers stroking her clitoris and her fingers through the bush of 
curly hair. Eve reciprocated by putting her fingers with rather 
less confidence on Rhonda's vagina. The hair there was as red 
as on her head but more tightly curled than Eve's own. And her 
clitoris was slightly longer and thicker. And the lips of her vulva 
were not smoothly folded like hers but were almost falling out 
of her like ragged curtains of flesh. What did it taste like? She 
put her mouth and nose to it and sniffed and licked it. The taste 
was like her own after she had had sex with Adam, but 
somehow also richer and more complex. But it was much more 
like her own crotch in flavour than Adam's. 

She felt Rhonda's own tongue around her vagina and even a 
slight nibble from Rhonda's teeth, and this was so much like 
Adam's own exploration there. In fact, if she closed her eyes, it 
felt very much like Adam's, until Rhonda's fingers probed 
deeply inside her. Rhonda's crotch was beginning to smell 
somewhat more strongly and at the same time, Eve was aware 
that there was a slight skim of clear viscous fluid amongst the 
curly hairs and coating the inner lips of her vulva. This was 
something very different to Adam's penis, and she thought that 
this must be what Adam experienced when he licked her down 
there. 

Eve felt the familiar warm feeling of passion fill her, and as usual 
she gasped and whined with the pleasure. This abandon 
stimulated Rhonda who emitted some rather lower moans as 
she more excitedly rubbed her fingers into Eve's crotch and 
pushed her tongue deep inside her, so that Eve could feel its 
muscular flexibility against her clitoris and in her rougher 
interior. And all the while she lay above Rhonda, her bottom in 
the air, and her knees brushing against Rhonda's side and her 
thighs feeling the soft warm roundness of Rhonda's bosom and 
occasionally feeling one of her largish nipples against her.

Adam meanwhile was finding it more difficult to rest under the 
sun in the open air. The breeze had steadily become more 
blustery. The trees rustled more wildly, even their branches 
bending as the air buffeted against them. Adam was puzzled. 
Until now, there had only been a slight breeze. The sky was still 
mostly blue, but the clouds in the distance seemed thicker. So 
thick in fact that they presented a dirty grey colour rather than 
the usual fluffy white. Perhaps it was going to rain. Though 
normally rain in the garden was brief and gentle. Nevertheless, 
Adam could no longer relax recumbent on the grass.

He stood up on his feet and felt the wind push up his long hair 
and agitate the hairs on his arms, his beard and his crotch. He 
frowned. Perhaps it would be better to join Eve in the wood. 
He wandered towards the trees, following the path worn by 
animals that led to the pool where he and Eve usually bathed. 
As he entered the relative gloom of the forest, he could still 
hear the rustle of the leaves, but otherwise the wood was 
strangely quiet. The birds were no longer serenading and the 
monkeys were not chattering. He looked up at an ape on one 
tree who crouched on an upper branch with a banana in the 
palm of his foot, but did not respond to the friendly wave he 
directed at it. Adam frowned, but continued his way through 
the wood.

And then he heard a sound in the wood that he'd never heard 
before, at least not from a distance. It was a moaning, groaning 
sound, occasionally broken by a strange slapping and a quite 
loud shriek. At first he was sure it was just Eve. Perhaps she 
was masturbating, though usually she wasn't normally quite as 
vocal. But then he also heard another note, which was also 
high-pitched like Eve's, but somehow less gentle and more 
guttural. However, Adam had no concept of danger. There 
was nothing in the garden that would harm him. So he felt no 
urgency to quicken his pace as he walked through the wood.

Nevertheless when he got to the pool, for the first time ever, he 
felt emotions of a negative kind that he was unable to 
understand. There was Eve. True. But also someone else. And 
what they were doing was unmistakably like making love. 
Adam had no notion of emotions like jealousy or anger, and he 
was more puzzled and bemused as he strode toward the 
interlocking bodies and greeted them.

Eve faced him, her long hair plastered by the sweat of her 
exertions, with the expression he'd always associated with her 
during their own lovemaking. Slightly foolish, brightened by 
love and desire, but also something else which he could not 
have not known but was the first glimmering of guilt in what had 
before now been a perfect world. "Hello, Adam," she greeted 
him, slightly breathlessly. "This is Rhonda."

"And you must be Adam," commented the strange woman. 
And what a strange woman she was. Slippery with sweat, but 
also both very red and very pale. Was she even the same 
species as Eve and he? Even her hair was different. Curly and 
red, but similarly damp with strands clinging to her bright 
shining cheeks. "Fuck! You're well hung! Hey, stud! Do you 
want to join in?"

"Join in?" wondered Adam. This is itself was a strange notion. 
Wasn't lovemaking meant for just two? And wasn't that couple 
meant to be only male and female? Although he was puzzled, 
he felt a strange arousal in his groin. He looked down in 
surprise, to see that his penis was twitching into erectness, 
slowly rising like a mast from the dark curly hairs. "I don't 
know. What do you think Eve?"

"I'm not sure," said Eve, pulling herself gently off Rhonda, but 
still holding her hand.

"Of course he's sure!" spoke Rhonda for her, stretching a hand 
out and grasping Adam's penis as it reached almost full 
erection. The feel of her hands and those shiny red fingernails 
brought Adam's penis to its greatest size. The skin pulled tightly 
off his glans, which shone in the afternoon sun with a purple 
glow. And then, Rhonda disengaged herself fully from Eve, 
who nonetheless pressed the side of her face against her 
buttocks, and put her mouth to Adam's penis, while grasping it 
with a hand. Adam watched with curiosity as Rhonda's mouth 
jogged up and down on its length, her cheeks pulled inwards, 
and a strange slobbering sound coming from her mouth.

And so it was that Adam and Eve gave into the temptation of 
Rhonda's advances, tasting a fruit that no one had explicitly 
forbidden them, but which they both somehow felt was not 
quite right. The three of them were on the grass by the pool 
under the tall trees, Adam's penis inside Eve and then inside 
Rhonda. Sometimes one mouth, sometimes two, sucking and 
licking and nibbling its length, his testicles and even putting 
fingers up his arse, something that Eve had never done before. 
He thrust into Rhonda as she lay on the ground, her legs around 
his waist, his buttocks mechanically thrusting back and forth, 
the sounds of the forest now punctuated by a slap slap slap of 
their conjugal rhythm, while Eve kissed and licked Rhonda full 
on her mouth, her hands stroking her breasts as they flattened 
and flopped with each thrust of his pelvis. 

Adam didn't notice the sounds of the birds bursting from the 
trees above in a panicked flight, nor the anguished rustle as 
monkeys and squirrels raced along the branches. Nor the 
sound of the wind, which had truly picked up, as it bent the 
trees with its gusts. The sky was getting darker, even though it 
was still many hours to nightfall. All he was conscious of was 
the passion that drove his lust and matched his cries of pleasure 
and ecstasy by the frantic shrieks and cries of his two lovers. 
And Rhonda knew no bounds to her imagination. She guided 
his penis into her anus. Such a tight fit, clenching tight on his 
pulsing manhood, as he thrust into her, while Eve's tongue and 
fingers played with his testicles and Rhonda's vagina. But still he 
thrust, bleary-eyed, hot and ravenous.

Eventually came release which Rhonda ensured was shared by 
both Eve and she, as thick globules of semen spurted over their 
sweaty hot faces, dripping down their noses, cheeks and chins, 
the two of them looking foolish and childish. Adam had never 
done this before. Normally he ensured he released himself 
inside Eve. That was surely the place it was meant to be: in his 
lover's own receptacle of love.

And then Adam noticed that it was raining heavily. So heavily in 
fact that the forest was no longer offering sufficient shelter to 
keep them dry. It fell in torrents down his chest, and through his 
hair, washing off all the passion and sweat. And not only from 
him, but also from Eve, whose long hair weighed heavily against 
her skin. And Rhonda. Was it also bathing her in its icy cold 
wetness, as it blew against his skin and made him shiver? 

But there was no sign of Rhonda. Or of her clothes. She had 
somehow vanished. There was no trace of her at all. There was 
just Adam and Eve. He put his arms around his companion, as 
the rain fell on him, and they looked up at the unnaturally dark 
sky where the large droplets of rain pounded down on them. 
There was a sudden brilliant spark of lightning. For the first time 
ever, Adam and Eve felt fear. Lightning did not seem at all 
benevolent. It cracked onto the ground and then there erupted 
an ominous loud echoing crash of thunder.

"We need to find shelter!" Adam yelled, as that was the only 
way he could make himself heard over the roar of the splashing 
rain. There was another crack of lightning and an even louder 
crash of thunder. "We shall have to run to the caves!"

"Yes, we must," agreed Eve, looking at Adam, an expression 
of fright and even terror disfiguring her face.

And so they ran. And as they ran, the lightning burst around 
them, the woods caught alight and they were followed by the 
smell of burning wood. Smoke billowed out from the wood 
behind them when they burst into the open air, which provided 
safety from the fire that they uncomprehendingly saw around 
them. As they ran, they saw other animals run too. Antelope, 
deer, cattle all running in fear and bellowing with anxiety. 

They passed a lion who was sheltering under a tree. Eve 
thought she might run to him. Perhaps they could take him to 
the caves and they could shelter together. She paused in her 
running, panting and gasping from the unfamiliar panic, and 
studied the lion. The animal snarled at her. Its teeth were bared 
and its eyes didn't look at all friendly. As Adam hurried her on, 
she glanced back at the lion. Under his paws he could see the 
torn and bloody carcass of a lamb. And at that moment Eve 
fully gained the knowledge that had been slowly growing inside 
her, as she ran with the cold rain streaming down her bare 
body and flattening her hair to her skin, that from now on the 
world would be a less kind, more unforgiving place. 


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