"What am I wearing? --Is this an obscene phone call?" Could be," she said. "You want to know what I'm wearing?" I know you're going to tell me," I sai...."I'm wearing a blue polka-dot dress with a white collar," she said. "And white shoes, with ankle straps." Oh. OK." I had expected her to tell me she was wearing Chanel Number 5, or perhaps some other, updated variation on the old Marilyn Monroe tease-line."But -- you're not wearing any underwear, right?" I said."What? Well, of course I'm wearing. Your smile tells you’re happy to see me too. You’re wearing a dark blue mini skirt and a gray sweater that hugs your curves tight. Your legs are sheathed in luscious sheer stockings and you cross them toward me; I wonder if you remember how much it excites me when you do that. “Where are we going?” you ask me, full of excitement and innocence, so I put it in drive. “It’s a surprise.” We’re making idle small talk while I take us to a great restaurant I picked out, which should be a twenty minute. "I'm going to sleep now." And shedid. It took several days of reconnaissance, but Minnaloushe learned a great deal.Just as Aranea had said, the merfolk favored a tract of water overhung by thickbushes for their assignations. Three, four, or more couples could be seen there,groaning, whimpering, and churning the muddy water with their tails. Evidently,they didn't like direct sun. And yet they seemed to prefer copulating at thesurface, rather than below it. Why do something that only drew more. Judy finished up a few minutes early and then went out to the parking lot. A long shiny black car pulled up in front of her, the back door whipping open as the driver screeched the brakes. Judy climbed into the back seat, and sat next to the youngest guy as the driver put the car into gear.The two men in the front seat acted like kids as they drove off, sneaking looks at her every now and then, as if they couldn't believe their luck in getting a hot bitch like her.All three of them had wedding.