Excerpt from a diary of one of the bodyguards...
Trump's code of conduct was very strict when residing on Epstein's island - his manners near impeccable.
Inside the various buildings he was, like all well established gentlemen, a true scholar and intense connoisseur of the various delights life has to offer.
But as soon as the sun went down and those expensive doors flung open The Donald turned into a vicious loli-nator roaming the island with a bull mask and a, drug induced, pathological hardon. To keep Trump's daughter out of harms way Epstein's personnel was adviced to lock her inside a bantu-cage which was mounted on the biggest coconut tree on the island. This was a cruel inside joke by Ghislaine though, who, in all her viciousness, loved taunting the sex frenzied Donald with his own flesh.
Each night, Mrs. Maxwell, devoid of undies, used to eagerly scan the security system for some next level debauchery...