The demographics all stacked up - all these families had histories of premature death. A note to the Lancet and her future was as good as guaranteed.M...cy stood up and walked to the filing cabinet where she stored her old journals. She bent forward to hunt for her latest copy of the Lancet; an e-mail to the editor was completely in order. Behind her the screen of her workstation darkened to a deep crimson, and fingers of mist burnt their way through its swirling screen. The inquisitive tendrils. She said “God you’re good, George doesn’t do anything anymore”, as I pulled up her skirt I rubbed the front of her knickers and she moaned. I turned around so she was in front of me and with my left hand on her breast my right hand crept inside her knickers and soon I was touching her fanny as I moved my hand down I was soon running my finger up her slit.Eileen was moaning quite hard and so her breathing was heavier, soon my fingers were gently but forcefully rubbing her clit, as she moaned. “Uhh, what are you doing?”She answered by opening another button on her blouse and pulling the two sides as far apart as they would go, giving me an almost full view of slightly bouncing tits and lacy bra. I searched for a little nipple but couldn’t see any yet. “Well”, she smiled, “I want to make sure I have your attention.” Then she grinned, looked at me a little sideways, reached down and rubbed her crotch. She closed her eyes and moaned.“Uh, no doubt about that,” I mumbled.“Are you sure?”. I swam as fast as I could, while trying to keep an eye on where he was. Thankfully, he was visible, but he had stopped thrashing and seemed only to be waving one arm about, trying to attract attention. As I got nearer, I could hear him shouting. Was he trying to warn me of something?Then I saw the tell-tale purplish sail, floating on the water a few yards away; the soft and jelly-like top of a Portuguese Man-o’-War, the “Purple Terror”, one of the nastiest jellyfish-like predators in the sea,.