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Ame takes a step. And we follow her, we follow the head of the caterpillar. Ame leads us into the pool. It's spacious, roomy. It's filled with warm water instead of ice water.
"Hail! Hail!" we shout, embracing each other, shuffling.
We follow Ame. We walk. We walk. We walk in caterpillar steps. Our genitals glow, our members shudder between buttocks. We enter the pool. Around us the water boils with air bubbles. Ame submerges herself up to her genitals, then to her waist, her chest. The entire teamate caterpillar enters the pool. And rises.
Now it's time to be silent. Muscular arms tense, valiant nostrils flare, the teamates have begun to moan. The time for the sweet work has come. We coax each other. The water ripples around us, waves heave, splashing out of the pool. And now the long-awaited moment has come: a tremor rolls through the entire caterpillar.
