EPISODE
TWO
A fire burned in
the middle of the cave, projecting shadows on the stone walls. It cast the shadow of a pregnant female who
was about to give birth. She was in pain
and sat on a rock holding her belly. Five more females sat nearby, and one of them
added just enough wood to the fire to keep it at low level. Still another chewed on a boar’s hide to
soften it for use as bedding during the winter months. Two more cooked rabbit stew by an open fire.
The smoke rose straight to the roof, lingered for a while and then slowly
drifted toward the cave entrance, driven by invisible air currents. One woman was bent over, stirring the brew
with a dried branch from an oak tree. She reached in the pot and removed parts
of skin that still had hair on it, flinging it to the dogs that fought for it,
barked at each other, tore it apart and devoured it.
A male — it could
be the lead male — looked on from the back of the cave and came closer, gazing
at the female’s backside. His nostrils
moved up and down, getting the female’s scent. He came closer and saw that she was dripping
wet. He stepped behind her and his large
staff stiffened, but barely visible, because of the generous portions of pubic
hair covering the male’s body. He
reached to her sides with both hands, grabbed her, entered her and moved his
body violently back and forth. The
female screamed and lost her balance, almost falling into the pot of rabbit
stew. The male grabbed her and continued
with intensified movements. He barked,
then screamed and finally uttered, "Aahhh, Oohhh." Then he removed his dripping staff. He let go
of the female. She fell to her side,
recuperating from the ordeal. Other males watched, "Oohh, oohh,
oohh," developing erections. They
masturbated. The lead male left, grunting and returned to the back of the cave
and he went to sleep.
The cave dwellers
heard a sound and jumped up and ran to the entrance of the cave. One stepped
outside. His bare feet touched the cool, wet grass, then a stone still warm
from the sun He kept his foot on the stone — that was a pleasant feeling. Then
the male walked away from the front of the cave, looking for the origin of the
sound.
"Oh, you’re
back — all of you?" Two males grunted in response, attempting to answer
the man’s question, but found it difficult. It was the tribe’s other males
returning from their hunt. The dogs wiggled their tails, happy to see their
masters.
Three males
carried a boar. The tribe members carried stone spears and axes and wore
sandals and fur around their waist. All had long, black, stringy hair. They
placed the boar on leaves in preparation of skinning it and dividing the meat.
They wouldn’t know
or understand, but their facial structure was more modern than those of the
original Homo Erectus. These males had higher foreheads, their chin was still
primitive and their hands were a little shorter.
As the females
talked to each other in their primeval, limited dialect, supplemented with sign
language, there was concern about the pregnant female. Her name was Rana. She
was young and in the first stages of labor. The other females consoled her the
best way they could in their surrounding….