The short man watched his retreating back with a wide, splitting grin, then turned on his heel and left.
He slipped out of the estate on foot, heading toward a secluded bend up ahead.
"Dog, how did it go, did he agree.'' a booming voice asked as soon as the short man stepped in.
"Haha! It worked; just wait for his signal, and we'll have some fun, boys!'' Dog's words drew wild cheers from the gathered men.
One of them yelled, "I hope there's going to be liquor and men!"
The rest shifted slightly away from him.
"Monkey! If you dare dream of my ass, I'll pierce your skull open." A man said coldly, creeped out by Monkey's perverse rambling about his 'perky butt' or the sensation of being touched every night.
He took this opportunity to make his intentions known so that when Monkey died, everyone would know the reason.
The rest burst out laughing, but they shifted further away from the monkey to be on the safe side.
