.. 'even thoughthat would probably help since she'd defend me like a mother bear...'"Mommy may I get in?" Wait for me, I know you liked the water befo...e, and are in a hurry!"I sighed as she fidgeted more with her swim cap and pulled a watchoff. I found myself readjusting one of the straps on my shoulder then.The suit must have been a little too big, because it wanted to slideoff of my shoulder. The bottom was giving me a weird wedgie, but theswim diaper at least prevented me from being too. Put the windows up," she orders, and I do. I flip the air conditioning onto high, though it doesn't work worth a damn. I don't want her to be turned off by my perspiration.Almost immediately she slides across the seat to me and breathes in my ear. "What's your name, cupcake?"I mumble that it's Kacey. She doesn't tell me hers, but repeats mine over and over in my ear, then licks my neck. I can feel goose-bumps the size of golf balls rise along my skin, and I sigh softly, not daring to look into. I gripped my pool cue, fearing I might need to use it as a weapon.“So you think it’s funny, do you?” She asked, glaring down at me.“Do I think what is funny?”“Your stupid, plastic toy guns, you’ve used them before, you think you’re showing me up? Did you put Vasiliev up to it?” She advanced on me and I drew back, she was really pissed off this time.“I didn’t do anything, and I’ve never used the XMR before, don’t blame me for your failure to adapt.” She raised her hackles, and scattered the pool. “Fine, let's go,” muttered Pita. “You can hang out or something.”“Um, let me just use the restroom,” I said as Mrs. Asis moved off. “I need to...”“Oh, right,” Pita said, glancing down. “It must suck having that monster down your panties. Take care of business.”“Thanks,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I'd help you out, but...”“But the S.S. Mom is on the prowl. She's got her sonar up and running. Why did I tell her you're a futa?”“Your mouth always gets you in trouble,” I said.“Mmm, that.