.... Now I am going to dive into the ocean and swim
I roll my eyes at the tubby freak's suggestion, and dismiss the absurdity as my gaze lifts over the top of head toward Agent Sexxy's form as she dives in the water. I finish my umbrella drink -- a Dark and Stormy if anyone would like to buy me another -- and steathily, discreetly, slink off my raft and slip into the water, leaving hardly a ripple. I cruise along, inches from the bottom, an almost imperceptible stream of bubbles trickling the corner of my mouth as I carefully meter the air in my lungs, about six feet under the waves above.
The water overhead mutes the chaos of voices and combat out on the sand... and I glide like a stingray, an aquatic assassin.... honing in on my target. I see Agent Sexxy's form as she dives into the water, and slinking up from behind I suddenly burst from below, breaking through the rippling surface. In a splash of spray I emerge like some fabled sea monster, perhaps a mermaid fueled by alcohol, caffeine, and pre-workout exercise supplements, my arms up high in the air, a murderous gleam in my eyes as I snarl.
I descend upon Agent Sexxy's back,
trying to bring my arms down upon her shoulders, as I
try to wrap my legs around her midriff...
in an attempt to latch onto her like a giant, mythical octopus, lifted from the dusty parchment of 16th century navigation maps. I
look to clamp onto her in this water, deeper than either of us are tall,
hoping to make her trip out to sea a one-way journey.
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