* Six alluring women, their mud-covered boots, and two slaves for cleaning *
I rented a mountain villa for the weekend with my friends, featuring a beautiful garden for open-air relaxation. Upon arrival, we strolled through the well-maintained lawn and flowerbeds, then discovered a corner with a flooded lawn, turning the grass into sticky mud. Our boots sank, becoming caked with dirt, as our frustration mounted, demanding release on those responsible. Not far away, we spotted two gardeners sweeping under the front porch. Confronting them, we berated them and soon, they lay on the ground, submitting to our dirty boots. We sat on a bench, cleaning ourselves on them, their shirts, and particularly their faces, mouths, and tongues. Their faces turned brown, while their black tongues were occasionally wiped clean by our spit-moistened mouths, assisting their task. With six women and various boots, they were eventually released when our boots were mostly clean, ordered to remedy the mess they created.