Tina grumbles loudly as the jeep hits yet another gigantic ditch in the road. It seems to her that the gorgeous and cocky pilot is deliberately hitting every hole, rock and bump. Her body feels like it’s bouncing on pavement. Her hands are stiff and her arms are aching. She’s been holding on tightly for almost twenty minutes and is becoming more and more agitated. She turns to glare at the smiling driver but is completely ignored.

Bette looks like she’s having fun. Her sun-streaked hair is flying wildly under the worn felt hat. Her lean muscles are flexing as she grips the steering wheel, maneuvering deftly through the treacherous terrain. Tina’s face softens. She watches her in awe. She can’t believe the feelings developing inside of her. She has seen many beautiful women before but has never felt an attraction. It’s confusing her to no end, especially being attracted to one as obnoxious and arrogant as this one.

Tina is jolted from her thoughts as the jeep slants to one side before diving into a small river. The rippling waters splash dangerously close as Tina scoots away from the nonexistent door. She peers over the side and dips her fingers in the cool clear stream then squeals when the jeep jerks and a small wave crashes on her expensive skirt. She growls when she hears Bette chuckle, realizing it was done on purpose. She’s about to speak her mind but thinks better of it when they reach dry road. She takes a deep cleansing breath and counts to ten then returns to her position, one hand holding the bar above her while the other is on the dash.

Bette touches Tina’s arm and flashes a dazzling smile. Tina feels her temperature rise and can’t help but blush. She relaxes her grip and looks to the direction Bette is pointing. She breaks out in a hearty laugh at the sight of a troop of cute little monkeys chasing each other in the trees. They hop from limb to limb teasingly, effortlessly, enjoying their hazardous game immensely. The fast-flying little acrobats make a sudden sharp turn, holding on to the branches until they almost break then snapping them loose, sending a plethora of leaves to shower on the forest bed below. They stop on a dime under a mango tree where they begin to attack the sweet fruit with fervor. Their hooting and howling join the exotic collection of sounds in the mystic jungle that triggers a reaction from the blonde. Tina’s eyes widen as she suddenly realizes they have left the modern world and are driving amidst an ancient tropical rainforest. The plush plants and trees are a vibrant dark green color. The forest is so dense she can barely see past the first row of shrubs, ferns and other tropical plants more beautiful and mysterious than anything she’s ever dreamed of. It’s a scene out of one of her movies, but the richness and beauty of this natural creation far surpasses even her imagination. Bette points again and Tina sees several Scarlet Macaws resting comfortably on a branch. They greet her with their raucous calls while puffing out their chests and fluffing their bright, colorful feathers. Having had their say, the flock flies away happily with a quick squawk goodbye that echoes through the flourishing forest. Tina is filled with a sense of wonder and magnitude. The forest is astounding. It’s a magnificent and magical sanctuary with an abundance of sounds, colors and aromas. It is a spiritual thrill she will always remember. She turns to Bette and gives her a grateful smile.