every day. Women like that know that male monkeys can get horny over human females and with them, like me, and vice versa. They don't have my opportunities though to actually do something constructive about their urges, so they just hang around the monkey cages half the day, hoping to see a monkey passing or playing with himself or just showing off a hard-on.
So this cunt who was suing us was one of those. Pete had spotted her one day poking a stick into Wimpy's cage, trying to jab his crotch while he was sleeping. That's when he pointed her out to me and we had a security cop take her for a walk.
So now we had me, Pete, and the cop to testify against that bitch and her monkey-teasing habits, and sure enough — all of a sudden the case collapsed without ever going to court. And there was no more talk from Bennington about liquidating my sweet little old furry-ass common-law spouse.
FINAL NOTE: After that, Valerie carried on her passionate affair with Wimpy the orangutan for more than a year, until one night the lovable ape suddenly took a fit and died in her arms during one of their frenzied sex- sessions. He apparently had suffered a heart-seizure.
Valerie reports that she was inconsolable for weeks afterward. She fled from the circus and gave herself up to a series of violent love affairs with a great many men, none of which satisfied her, physically or emotionally.
So at last she returned to the circus and her beloved monkeys, and eventually she married and seems to have achieved a happy human-relationship with her present husband.
Although she admits having cheated on him occasionally with other men, she swears that she has always remained absolutely true to the memory of her beloved Wimpy, and despite frequent bestial temptations, never again has she consorted sexually with any other monkey.
