So one day I am over at her house and she was going to spray this bug killer spray on her plants. She had it a pump up sprayer and we were pumping it ...p. But could not get it to spray. She went to unscrew the top and the pressure inside the tank caused the toxic spray to soak the both of us. We both had bug spray all over our faces and our clothes. Sue asked if I had any in my eyes and I told her no. But she freaked out any way and grabbed my hand and we ran to the master bathroom in her. Don’t go to work tomorrow. We can afford for you to take a day off. I’ll check on you when I get home.”She called me later, something she rarely did, to check on me. I told her I felt much better and wasn’t doing anything tomorrow but painting so I should be fine at work. She fussed a little, telling me to take the day off, told me she loved me, and hung up.I was seriously ineffective at work the next day. Bobby finally told us to knock off for lunch. “Come on, Mack. I’m buyin’.”We sat down at. Then I went and explained the meaning of that story which he asked as I read it just before. She was surprised and made to sit beside her so that if any student comes I should try to explain and even if I don’t understand then I need to contact her. I noticed her that she was wearing a silk saree on that day and as I am sitting beside her I was able to notice her bulges under her pallu and her hips at the same time. I was on cloud nine because she was a awesome package and something was. It gave me an opportunity to take a closer look at the 'crocoshark'. The thing was an ugly beast. While its head looked like that of a crocodile the rest of it was definitely fish. It propelled its body with long broad leaf shaped tail fin. It also had powerful looking pectoral and pelvic fins. The scales on its back were like scale armour, dark in colour and overlapping to provide it protection. The belly scales were a light greenish-grey and much smaller. It even smelled foul.It was enough.