Omari looked at her blankly.
Back in Cambridge, she would write a monograph: “Kinetic Distraction as a Non-Lethal Tactical Strategy in Primate-Related Human Conflict.” It would be laughed out of every peer-reviewed journal. But in the jungles of the Congo, they would tell the story for generations. Tarzeena- Jiggle in the Jungle
Jen smiled a thin, academic smile. “Finch’s men have spent six months in a jungle without a single woman. They’re not going to shoot. They’re going to stare.” Omari looked at her blankly
Her name was Dr. Jennifer S. Plimpton. At least, it had been, before the charter plane’s engine had coughed, sputtered, and died over the heart of the uncharted Congo basin. Jen smiled a thin, academic smile
The first guard spotted her. His coffee mug froze halfway to his lips. He nudged his partner. The partner dropped a rifle.
The story of Tarzeena. The soft, curvy scholar who shook the jungle to its core—one glorious, unapologetic jiggle at a time.
And in the center of it all, Tarzeena stood. Her hands were on her hips. Her chest was heaving. The jiggle slowly subsided, a dying earthquake.