Page 56 of Caveman Alien's Touch

“Thank you,” I whisper as I stroke one knuckle slowly around the hard little peak of her left mound. “You found me.”

“I found the Foundling,” she purrs. “Or, the Foundling found me. That make me a Foundling, too?”

I circle the nipple over the garment. While I burn with lust to do more, it feels wrong with young Trat lying right there. This is as far as it goes tonight.

But there will be more nights. “Of course it does. You’re in our clan now.”

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The sun rises, and I start to worry about irox seeing us down here.

Trat is awake and searching the little island for berries and fruits, returning with a small handful that he shares with Bronwen. He helps her dig up more drap bulbs, and she places them in her pockets and that hood on her upper garment.

“How I get across?” she asks when we get to the side of the island that’s closer to land. It’s a long jump for me, and an impossible one for both her and Trat.

“Let’s find out,” I suggest. “Trat, I will throw you over and make you do a full spin. Try to land on your feet!”

The boy grins in expectation of a fun challenge and comes in close. “I’m sure I will.”

I lift him up and hold him so that I can easily toss him. “I think so, too. Ready?” I wind up and toss the boy onto dry land. He does a complete tumble in the air and lands on his feet at first, but the speed makes him fall forwards.

He gets up and brushes dirt from his loincloth and hands. “Almost!”

“Very close,” I agree, just happy that he got across unharmed. I turn to Bronwen. “Now you.”

She peers skeptically up at me. “You’re not going to throw me?”

I throw my spear to the other side and squat down. “We’ll do something much more fun. Get on my back.”

She climbs up on me and clings to me as well as she can. “Do you think you can make it?”

“No,” I tell her for fun. “We’ll land in the middle of the water, but I can step on you to get to shore.”

“Nooo!” she squeals and tries to get off me, but I easily hold her in place.

“Don’t let go.” I back away from the gap, gauge the distance, and then sprint towards it, jumping at the last moment. While Bronwen is light on my back, I barely make the jump, one foot splashing into shallow swamp water on the other side.

“Hmm. I didn’t think I’d make it. But you must be disappointed. Want me to just throw you in?”

She clings to me with legs and feet and arms. “No! I like it on this side.”

Grabbing my spear, I keep her on my back as we start to walk back to the camp. Trat goes in front, tense and alert as he observes perfect jungle discipline. He must be conscious about me being right behind him.

“Um,” Bronwen says behind my head. “Are you going to let me down?”

I turn my head. “What? Who’s talking?”

She slaps my shoulder. “You know who is!”

“Oh. You’re so light, I forgot you’re there. Very well.” I let her down to the ground and watch as she straightens her clothing.

“How far to go?” she asks.

“A while yet. We’ll be there in the afternoon. Tomorrow we’ll move the camp.”

As it turns out, I’m not far off. When we get to the camp, the clanbrothers are eating lunch, not too careful about staying out of sight. Two platforms are on the ground, their owners not spotting the three of us until we’re right behind them.

“What if we had been outcasts?” I ask sternly. “Then we would have killed you all.”

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