The creature whipped its elongated neck and pressed its head against the partition, staring eye-to-eye with a frozenMadisonfor a moment. It tried to b...te her with a jaw filled with wickedly sharp looking teeth, and then in frustration it left the boathouse with one great twist of its body and swish of its tail and flippers. Madisonsemi-shouted in a hoarse whisper, “A Loch Ness monster?! Did I really see that?!”“Our island!” Abit exclaimed, momentarily forgetting the sea monster. “It must be. . and yet, the scarred Russian captain was definitely more sapphic than she was straight.And fucking me, Cinder thought as she lifted her binoculars. The ghosts and skeletons were speaking to one another.The violence that erupted was so fast that she nearly missed it. One second, a ghost was pointing at the skeleton that had ambled down the road. The next, the skeleton was bringing their sub-machine gun up and firing from the hip. The harsh, ripping sound of the flechettes spraying into the. ”“Go on.”“That feeling morphs into me being a bit jealous. Wondering if she’s enjoying it, or enjoying it more than with me. I mean not that she shouldn’t enjoy it, that’s the point.”“Keep talking.”She started to massage the tops of my leg, running her hands down to the knee, and pushing them up to my hips firmly.“Then after jealousy I get a little insecure.”She kept massaging.“But beyond those feeling are other ones. I feel excited. I feel naughty. I feel happy knowing she’s getting pleasure. "Yeah," Karen replied."You, ahhh--you know what sort of place this is, don't you?" the redhead asked."Oh, sure. It's a dyke joint," said Karen.The redhead, whose name was Cindy, had blinked at that open admission, then smiled."You don't look like a lesbian," she said."I'm not," Karen said.Cindy looked disappointed."I guess you are, though, huh?" Karen asked."Well--yeah," Cindy confessed.Karen had raised her glass and sipped, her white teeth clicking on the rim and the tip of her tongue sliding.