The place is rightfully called The Garden of Eden. The first thing you notice is the magnificent Australian grass without a single blade of those undesirable weeds we seem to find everywhere. The trees are perfectly aligned and beautifully trimmed. Shaded and sunny areas have been artistically blended so that they create a sense of balance and tranquility.

After a few minutes spent admiring the grounds, the lovely birds and the delicate swans in the clear pond, I was greeted by a beautiful girl about 18 years of age who appeared from behind the massive trunk of one of those Caribbean fronsals. She was practically naked. She had a very immodest diaper made of a fig leave attached to a thin string made of bamboo fiber. The leave barely covered her triangular attractions. She wore no make up and her hair managed to fall most of the time, over a magnificent pair of breasts that exhibited the ideal balance between volume, texture, shape and attitude. The nipples were rosy and the areola had the color of those exotic orchids from the Philippines. All this below a lovely face, healthy teeth and a smile worth a 70mm Panavision sequence. In short, she was luscious.

"What language you speak, Mac?" She smiled as she asked the question. She had noticed the appraisal and seemed pleased. Her tone was friendly but direct.

"English will do, but I can manage half a dozen others. And thanks for arranging the interview"

"We should thank you, really. Addie and I have been talking about our future and we both feel that we need to move on with our lives. Maybe you can give us some information about the world"

"You mean, you wanna leave here?"

"Yes. This is lovely of course. We have everything we need. God has provided us with every comfort possible"

"How about clothes?" I asked without realizing that the question was absurd. She replied:

"Clothes? There is only two of us in this planet. The temperature is always pleasant and there are no mosquitoes. Besides Addie says that walking around with a fig leave is healthy. Something about tannin, oleic acid and some other nonsense. I think he likes me to wear almost nothing"

"Fine, but let us go back to your plans. . "

"Like I said, we've been thinking about leaving here. We understand that there are really exciting things beyond the walls of this paradise"

"Where did you get such notions?"

"Oh! We have a friend here. It is a nice 6 foot non-poisonous snake that speaks with a French accent. He keeps telling us that if we eat some of the apples from a tree that has been placed in an area out of bounds, we will be able to leave."

"Well, he ain't telling you the whole story. I understand that good Old God has forbidden you to mess around with the apples. I also know that he has made sure that you have all kinds of food, from Beluga caviar to Brazilian mangos, carre d'agneau, spaghetti alle vongole, arroz con pollo, fajitas, sushi, banana flambé a la Marco and all the fruits and wines you could possible imagine. Why should you give up a rent-free paradise that includes free meals and all the vintage wines you can drink for the unknown?"

"Well, our friend tells us that once we taste the forbidden apple, there will be nothing that will compare to the pleasure we'll get from doing that! He swears that once we start we will not be able to stop. Is that right?"

I did not wish to become involved and had to avoid a direct answer. I said:

"Well, he is not totally wrong, you know. Apples can provide unlimited joys. For instance, you can have straight apple pie but if you add a couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream it becomes pie a la mode, and that is really a carnival for the taste buds. You can top the pie with cream, cheese slices, nuts, raisins, cinnamon, chocolate chips, and even glazed fruits. Then there is apple sauce, which is both nourishing and refreshing. Of course apple cider is a special by product, from which more adventurous drinks are derived. Add to that list apple turnovers, cobbler, strudel, jam, apple butter, chips, distilled spirits and possibly. . . . "

She interrupted me and came very near to me. She put her finger on my chest and pushing gently, she said;

"Cut the bullshit! You know what I am talking about!"

At that moment, a tall handsome man in his early twenties descended in Tarzan style from a large oak tree with large and wide branches that resembled some condos I have seen in Fort Lauderdale. I noticed that his eyes were heavily made up and he seemed to have some lipstick on. His hair was held in place by small, carved hair pins. He looked at me with interest. His look however expressed the type of innocence that you only see in the faces of those chubby, winged little angels that look down on us from the frescos in the ceilings of St. Peter's. Healthy curiosity as my analyst would describe the look.

He extended his right hand in a limp shake and said in an affected fashion:

"I am Adam. Glad to meet you" Then turning to Eve:

"Honey, I just finished ironing your fig leaves. I have also made some of the muffins you like so much. All I have to do now is finish knitting some fig leaves for you and vacuum the branch. I want to put up those cute moss curtains in the bedroom branch and put more lace in your fig leaves. Is your cute friend staying for dinner? I could whip up a vegetarian plate"

She turned to me and said;

"Another reason I want to taste that famous apple is that maybe Adam here can change. Up to now I've been doing all the hunting and fishing and, to tell the truth, I get terribly disgusted every time I have to skin a buffalo or chop a tuna fish into little cubes. Besides, my fingernails get broken all the time. Any advise?"

She had put me on the spot. What could I say? I looked at her in the eye and said with as much conviction as I could muster:

"Go to it, girl!"

The End

P.S. She did, as we all know. Problem was that as a consequence their roles were reversed. And they have stayed that way until now.