her hand stroked down my side , tracing her fingers unconsciously over the branches and down the trunk of the tree i had tattooed on my side . not a drop had spilled from the silver bowl . `` well , we can wash it , though there might be no saving it , i 'm afraid . '' he kisses her naked hand , smiling . dont point it any where near me . both the teams slowly entered into the jungle . more famous than you thought , i offered . the man was asking some of the others about you . 