The moonlit forest was alive with the sounds of its nocturnal inhabitants. Mixed among them were moans of pain and pleasure that shouldn’t be there. Some diurnal, bipedal creatures were engaging in a noisy activity that involved no clothing, body entanglement, and the repeated swatting of an open palm across an upturned, writhing bottom. Discarded haphazardly by the humans’ feet were two pairs of jeans, two shirts, one co...