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Lying alone on my bed, I was still trying to collect my thoughts.

Way too many things happened for two days.
A beautiful class idol suddenly approached me, revealed herself as a mermaid, and proclaimed me as her "Liege." Then she decided to herd me to her secret underwater grotto, and pledged an oath in front of her handcrafted altar of shells that she be my guardian (from what)? All this happened with her nonchalant streaking in public and conducting of underwater kisses long enough to make any Guinness Book of World Records.

Argh..it seemed almost futile of make sense out of this. I mean, any guy would be thrilled to hang out with a girl like Michiru...but in this sitch? And what was the protocol that she was constantly referring to...and who is this "Dr. Suma" dude that she seems to have unquestioned faith and loyalty? And....most of all, why...why me? 

After we recovered from the swim, got changed, and wiped ourselves dry, I asked if Michiru would like a walk home. She said she was fine, and asked if, rather, she could escort me home. I immediately thought this wouldn't be doable, I mean, a girl walking a guy home, but then seeing her pensive stare I regretted that I had let her down. So I awkwardly made an alternate proposal that she would meet me in front of my house Monday morning, and we go to school together. Michiru beamed at this idea. Man, her smile was such that I'd almost do whatever that might keep her smiling.

Lots of questions, but no answers. But one thing, just one thing was certain to me as I was lying sleepless on my bed mattress. I knew it while we were doing that terrible swim through the tunnel. I knew it when her flowing long hair was tickling my cheeks. When I saw her slim white limbs dance elusively in the pale light. When her soft bosoms and tight torso got pressed hard against my body. When her lips, her angelic little lips, defiantly pumped into me the air of life, expensing and risking the life of her own. I knew it when I felt her slowly wither away in my arms, like a brave little blossom trying to withstand a storm.   

MICHIRU SUMA WAS NOT A MERMAID.



        
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