JACTICTATION

It's A Social Experiment! This is Science!

"By the shores of Gitche Gumme,
by the shining big sea water,
at the doorway of his wicwam,"
Muzzy looks up from the you-tube
movie of Daffy Duck.
A stewardess has tapped him on
the shoulder, "We will be landing
on Sex Slave Island. Please turn off
your computer."

She is wearing a sheer blue skin tight
skirt with white laced thigh high stockings
and shinny black spats.
Muzzy puts his computer in his pouch.
"Thank you." the stewardess smiles and
walks to her seat.
Muzzy reads his brochure, "Welcome to
your fantasy island. You may indulge in
any mutually satisfying erotic fantasy with
our staff of professional erotic entertainers."
Muzzy is getting excited and reads on;
"However, do to legal action taken against
our founder and owner Mr. Epstein, there
will be oversight by the FBI to ensure your
safety and the safety of our federally certified
erotic entertainers."

The plane has landed and Muzzy steps off
to a strip search in the air terminal,
as well as, a cavity search.
"Sorry sir, but we are required to do
a though rough search by the SEA and EPA."
the slender Asian TSA explains.
Muzzy nods and buckles his safari shorts.
"Hello! And welcome to SEX SLAVE ISLAND!
Ah. You have requested Russian girls?
I must state that all of our entertainers
are adults between the age of 18 and 35.
Is that acceptable?" the young greeter raises
her left eyebrow ..
Muzzy nods and signs a legal release document.
His AAA credit card is charged, $5,000.

Muzzy takes off his Indian Jones hat in his suit.
There are two young Russian ladies waiting for him
in the jaccuzi. He unbuckles his safari pants and
takes off his Snoopy boxers.
Eventually, Muzzy slips into the churning waters
with only his Superman t-shirt on...
"Hi!" Muzzy gives a toothy smile.
"Hello. We are undercover KGB.
We are investigating the exploitation
of Russian women in the white slaver market."
the KGB agent offers her hand to shake.
Muzzy nods and shakes her hand,
"Ehm? Will we have sex?"
The agents look very seriously at Muzzy.
"Should I speak to my lawyer?" Muzzy smiles
nervously. .. "That would be good for you."
the blond KGB agent replies.
There is a meal provided in the dining room.
Muzzy puts his Snoopy pants on and eats some
shrimp.
The blond KGB agents join him.
"So where are the sex slaves?" Muzzy queries.
The Russian ladies laugh and point at Muzzy.


Reflections~ To what ends didst thou come hither?

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