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by arcovion2000@gmail.com


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I was lost in my thoughts when the explosion snapped me out of it.
Looking out the window, I saw the left engine on fire. I had just
enough time to put on the parachute, and dive out. With the vast
expanse of green below racing closer and closer towards me, I saw my
favorite toy explode in a fiery inferno. That jet had cost me an arm
and a leg, but I didn't have much time to contemplate that now. My
descent slowed when I finally pulled on the chord, and was stopped
when the parachute snagged on a tree branch.

The world around me had changed so rapidly that my brain didn't have
time to process all the information, and I consequently blacked out.
When I came to, I looked around and remembered what had happened. It
wasn't a nightmare after all. I looked up and saw that the chute was
completely entangled due to the struggling while I must have been
asleep. To make matters worst, it had started to rain now, and soon it
progressed to a torrential downpour.

The ground below was soon saturated, and the water level started to
rise quickly.
The water level kept rising, but not high enough for me to swim in or
drown. In all the excitement I had forgotten that I always carried a
pocketknife with me. Given the chute had already been torn up, I had
an idea. I unfastened myself from the harness of the chute, and
climbed up the ropes to where the chute had been entangled. Once
there, I cut the chute in ribbons, and tied the ends together, like
when prisoners tie bed sheets together to escape. When all was said
and done, I had created something similar to that, and used it to
climb my way down to the jungle floor. By now, the water level had
risen to knee level, and the downpour was unrelenting.

The endless green, the torrential downpour, the smell of my
surroundings, and the sounds of all the animals made this place seem
like another planet. In the outside world I might have been a powerful
man, but here none of that meant anything. Here I felt completely
insignificant, like a fish out of water.

I had no choice but to keep walking. Maybe there was a cave somewhere,
or I might come across one of the tribes of the Amazon ? But my hopes
proved to be futile. For the next day or so, it rained and rained and
rained. Several times I lost consciousness, only to reawaken and
realize that I wasn't dreaming. Eventually it stopped raining, and the
sun started shining. I think it was around noon. The green seemed to
go on forever. And the endless lifeforms. I had seen more insects,
birds, snakes, mammals, fish and other creatures in the last day than
all my previous years put together. Now that my brain had somewhat
become more acclimatized to my surroundings, I started to think more
clearly. I only had a pocketknife, and the clothes on my back. Sooner
or later I needed to create or find some kind of shelter, if I were to
survive.

I took my pocketknife, and started to cut different branches and vines
with it. After a long time, I had enough to create some kind of
shelter for myself. The hardest part proved to be figuring out how to
intertwine the various branches, leaves, and saplings into a round
structure that would hold. It took me a good two days, and I finally
had constructed a very primitive hut for myself. My next problem was
finding food. My father had made me very familiar with the outdoors
when I was a child, so finding food and water didn't prove to be as
daunting as creating some kind of shelter. Over the course of the next
week, I survived by spearing fish, catching various small animals in
traps, and eating fruits and berries.

A month has passed now. I have become much more familiar with my new
world. There are aspects of this new life that I prefer to the old.
Believe it or not, I am much less stressed than I used to be. Having
put behind the artificial world, I am much more in tune with nature
now. I enjoy the fresh food, natural surroundings, daily challenge for
survival, my afternoon siesta, etc. The hunter gatherer lifestyle is
much more in tune with my psyche than my previous fast paced life.
Surprisingly, I don't miss people as much as I thought I would. It
would be nice if I came across a native or two, but I certainly don't
miss the mass of humanity that exists in the city.

I am also venturing further and further away from my wooden hut every
day. I wonder how far I am from the closest city.

Something incredible happened yesterday. I came across the fuselage of
a Jumbo Jet in this jungle yesterday. It must been there for quite a
many years, since there were vines and other vegetation growing
throughout it. I am very excited about potentially salvaging a few
articles from that plane.

Every now and then, I come across a fragment or two of my own plane
and belongings. I am surprised, since my favorite toy exploded with
such magnitude.

The following day, I went back to the 747, and examined things more
carefully. It was going to take quite a bit of work to clear out this
jet, and erase years of overgrowth from it. It also occurred to me
that the passengers' luggage might still be in the plane, assuming
they hadn't rotted by then. I also noticed that many of the cigarette
lighters were still intact and in working order. Soon, I could start a
fire and cook my food, rather than eat it raw. I spent the next few
days combing the plane for more clues. By miracle I came across a
magazine that had not decomposed. I started paging through the
magazine, and deduced that it was at least two decades old.

To my recollection, there had been one 747 that had disappeared over
the Amazon, and never found again. I deduced that all the hapless
passengers must have died.

That night, I went home and took one of the lighters with me. It was
nice to finally eat a fully cooked meal. It was the best tasting meal
I had had in a very long time.

Over the course of the next month, I gradually relocated to the plane
from my hut.

A month has passed now, and I have fully settled in my new home, the
jumbo jet. I have toiled day and night cleaning out the plane of all
the growth. I also had the opportunity to go through the luggage
compartment. Judging by the volume, the plane had been full. So many
lives permanently lost. I managed to salvage odds and ends, clothes,
various photographs, clothing, utensils, etc. The photographs were
what caught most of my attention. Judging by their appearances, I
guessed that the passengers were mostly from a South American country.
The sturdiest suitcases were the only ones that had survived all these
years of onslaught by nature.

Unless I come across civilization, I doubt I will ever escape this
jungle. My gut tells me that it is in the most remote parts of the
Amazon jungle. I also have a feeling that if I am to come across
humanity again, it will probably be some hitherto unknown tribe.

Ever since moving out of the hut, life has become much easier for me.
I feel much safer at night, since the plane affords me a safety from
the wildlife that the hut never did. I have also been venturing
further and further from the hut recently. My surroundings have become
much more familiar, even in this endless jungle. One of my biggest
fears, running out of clothes, has dissipated since I found enough
clothing in the passengers' luggage.

Today, on my furthest trek away from the plane, I came across human
footprints ! I can not tell you how excited I became when I first saw
them. The footprints were larger than my own, and I immediately
assumed that they belonged to a male native. I had trekked far enough
from the plane that I was afraid of going any further. Besides, the
footprints lead away from my location, so I had no choice but to go
back.

On my way back to the plane, my mind was flooded with many questions.
Would I ever see this person ? Did they really belong to a male
native, or maybe someone else ? Was this person friendly or hostile by
nature ? Was my life in danger now ?


In the following weeks, I came across those footprints more and more,
and each time the radius got closer and closer to the plane. I was
starting to feel more and more like a prey that was being stalked by a
hunter. Whoever this person was, he was very stealthy, and in his
element. The fact that I had not been harmed lessened my anxiety, but
no one wants to feel like they are being constantly watched by a
stranger.

Finally, one day the mystery ended. As I was returning to the plane, I
saw her standing at the plane's entrance, gazing at me with her
piercing eyes.

She had a predatory look in her eyes, and looked like a jungle girl
from one of those comic strips. My critical faculties had shut down,
as I was too much in awe of her beauty. I felt goosebumps all over and
my knees went weak. She started to walk towards me gracefully, until
she was standing directly in front of me. My eyes ended up level with
the lower cusp of her magnificent gravity defying breasts. She was on
the voluptuous side, and perfectly proportioned. She took my hand in
hers, and started to lead me away from the plane, and into the deeper
and darker parts of the jungle. My heart was racing faster and faster,
and my brain could no longer keep up or process all the conflicting
emotions that were flooding it.

We must have gone on for several miles, until we got to one of the
darkest and most densely vegetated parts of the jungle. Finally we got
to a tree that had many vines hanging from it. Looking up the tree, I
saw what appeared to be some kind of a crudely built tree house. At
this point she let go of my hand, and proceeded to stare at me. I
think she was challenging me to climb up the vines to her tree house.

I had always been in fairly good shape, and took up the challenge. The
tree house was situated about halfway up the tree, and after some
considerable effort, I climbed the vine and made it up there. She on
the other hand, climbed up the vines quite effortlessly, in a fraction
of the time that it had take me. I noticed her perfect form and
graceful limbs and muscles as she made her way up to her home.

She led me through the entryway, and into her sleeping quarters. Then
she just stood there, once again staring at me with her predatory
eyes. Only this time, she ran the tip of her tongue across her upper
lip, and bit her upper lip with her teeth.

I ended up spending the next week at her place. She was wild and
passionate in every conceivable way. By now my body was covered in
scratches and bruises. I needed a break from all of this, and she
sensed it as well.

I tried to go down the tree house, but proved to weak. She solved the
problem by wrapping her legs around my midsection, and stealthily
going down the vines. Once on the ground, she threw me over her
shoulder and carried me back to the jet. Once we were there, she put
me down, and proceeded to disappear back towards her home.

A few weeks passed by. During this time, I couldn't keep her out of my
mind. To kill time, I started going through the photographs that I had
found. As I was going through them, one picture caught my eye. It was
of a young girl with her family, and it was from around two decades
ago. I focused more on the young girl, and then it hit me : that girl
was her !!! So that is how she had ended up here in this jungle.

Many questions raced through my mind now. How had she survived all
this time ? Had she been adopted by wild animals or a tribe of Amazons
? Did she speak any languages ?

Another month passed by until I saw her again. I was trekking in the
jungle when I ran into her. We ended up at her place again, but this
time I ended up staying there for a month.

The past month has been the most exciting month of my life. By now, it
feels as if a steamroller has flattened me. My entire body aches.
Today she carried me back to the jet. But this time, she didn't leave.
She wanted to see the inside of the jet. I had no choice but to open
the door and let her in.

I could tell that as soon as she was inside, she was flooded by a rush
of ancient memories. It was obvious that she had been here before. She
was too absorbed in the moment to notice anything else.

A month has passed now, and during this past month she has been here
the entire time. She has rediscovered clothing, shoes, makeup,
lipstick, among other things. I have hid the photographs so that she
doesn't come across them.

She likes to put on high heels, make her hair into a bun, with tresses
falling down to the sides. She forces me to stand in front of her, and
admires our reflection in the mirror. She truly is a gorgeous
giantess. I am by no means small, but compared to her brobdingnagian
dimensions, I am a little man.
She teases me by bending down and kissing the top of my head, and then
pointing to her cheeks and asking me to kiss her there. But of course,
I am too short to reach that high.

One day, I was exploring the jungle, and stayed out longer than usual.
By the time I got back, I saw that she was crying. She had found the
photographs of her family. I tried to console her, but it was of no
use. She darted away into the jungle.

I haven't see her for over a month now. I can't find my way into the
deepest and densest part of the forest where her home is located. I
just have to wait for her to enter my life again. I miss our intimate
moments, and her wild and untamed nature.

She has been back now for a few months.  Her domination of me
continues, and increases every day.  Her latest invention is a
backpack of sorts made out of wood and vines.  When she goes out into
the jungle and swings from tree to tree, she likes to stuff me in that
backpack.  It seems as if she doesn't even feel my weight.  I have to
admit that I am slowly developing an appetite for her domination.

Two more months have passed.  By now, we have leaned a few words from
each other.  I have no idea what language she speaks.  My best guess
is that she was adopted by an unknown or extinct tribe from the area.
I have a very difficult time pronouncing the words that she vocalizes.
She on the other hand has shown quite an aptitude for learning
English.  I am beginning to feel that her IQ is as high as her
physical attributes.  She has it all :  beauty, brains and brawn.

With each passing week, she is spending more and more time in the
plane.  I have a feeling that by the end of next month, she will have
completely relocated here.

Another three months have passed, and she now lives here.  Everything
in the plane has been rearranged.  She has searched every nook and
cranny for more signs from her past, but to no avail.  She has been
teaching me more and more about her native environment, and with each
passing day, this jungle feels more and more like home to me.