I thought to myself. "Oh my God. I'm having a mermaid fantasy. Of course she can't be real. After all were a thousand miles from the nearest land and ...hats even a long swim for a mermaid."I knew deep down that she couldn't be real, but I wanted her to be real. I needed her to be real. After months at sea without a woman, I was going to enjoy the sight of her regardless if she was real or not.I thought. "I have to keep my wits about me."But, I couldn't help but stare. She kept waving her arms at. When I did not move, he crossed over to the box again and this time pulled out a brightly colored ping pong paddle. A warm up. My bottom took it well. Pink hue and slight heat to the surface. Twenty or so soft swats and the thong was removed, the paddle replaced and the blind wand in hand. My wrists were tied, but I could see what was coming and the lecture that had begun was rather indicative of the pain I was about to endure. My mind raced and I allowed my hands to twist as I rolled onto my. “I’ll be back by six.”“Fine.”“Thank you.”When they we in their rooms, Tessa said, “It’s a lot better than the hotel in Marree.”“Yes, it is.”“I’ve been thinking about Marree.”“Oh?”“They did a history when the town was 100 years old. It’s got a lot of old photos and chapters where I found it hard to tell gossip from history. Anecdotes about Afghans. Stories of whole families dying between Farina and Innamincka...”“Farina?”“Town about 30 klicks south of Marree. It was the railhead before the. I know I was. The sound of city traffic penetrated into the park, but it was mitigated by the sounds of squirrels and birds and people. Little kids played a hundred yards away, climbing, swinging, running, laughing. And I had Jo.Equally strange, she had me.We watched squirrels chasing. "Territory," Jo said. "Or mates. Or just plain 'my belly's full and let's play'." All of those. The territory is because the male wants the female and wants the other male to leave." Like a guy I know who.