” I knew who would get blamed. “I wonder ... Now, I have to trust you a bit.”“What Sharks? You can trust me with anything,” she said.“Just...keep the bag on.”I had to leave her and get something from a filing cabinet in the house, where I had some pictures. The trusting part was when I returned.She still had the bag on when I came back - another test passed. I gave her something to look at, then left the room again. She looked at the 6-pack of pictures I had left, just like the cops use. They. He's calling forme.My long pink tentacles are squirming. They want to drag me out of mycabin and out to sea. I don't know if I can stand upright anymore, butmy new appendages look strong enough to carry me. I am moving around inmy dark home. My tentacles going over my things. Things that don'tmatter anymore. This home is no longer mine. I'm worried. People aregoing to know I'm missing. I miss them already. But something isreassuring me. I should be scared but I'm not.As I crawl towards the. I'm still grateful that you filled in for me last week when Bob took me out for my birthday." Not a problem. Thanks" I said. "Did Rodney post next month's schedule yet?"Susan shook her head no. "I wish he'd get around to posting it soon. I've got a social life to plan." We both laughed, knowing how hard it could be to get Rodney to change a schedule once it was finished.A customer down the way motioned to Susan and she walked over to fix a few drinks. When she finished, she checked on the rest. Deeper!" cried the woman."Come on fuck me...fuck me"The old guy gripped her hips and really powered into her as best as he could slamming her harder and harder making her cry out louder and louder and all the while I continued to rub my cock watching on.They continued on for several more minutes, their hot sweaty bodies slapping together as they fucked hard on the neatly cut lawn.Then finally the old man started to groan and gasp."Oh yeah here I cum!" he cried finally.He thrust several more.