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After leaving Clair, dumfounded in bed at midnight, Tom ran along the cliff path towards Mermaid's Cove. With it being so late he didn't have to worry about police chief Brown or his wife seeing him. Although, it would have got been hard to convince them, that he wasn't going against the top dog's indirect request and leaving the confines of the village.

Even after all his walk, as he tried to run, his boots felt like jumper cable, then something clicked inner and Energy ran through him. Whether it was cat or dog nanobots in his blood stream pickings over, he didn't tending, but he sped up. Sometimes he dropped from his two legs onto all fours with his hands, scampering along the ground, which seemed more cancel and definitely quicker.

Soon he reached the orbit above the cove and he easily jumped over the fallen tree to walk down the track to the cove below. The cove was vacuous, but Tom continued down the step, cut into the cliff to hand the beach. His cat's eye vision cut in, to feed him a staring opinion of the area. In the moonshine, he could have read a Scripture, but he couldn't see any sign of Fish, the mermaid princess.

He looked out seaward through the narrow inlet and noticed ripple on the piddle, funnelling towards the beach. He walked down to meet the crown of the ripples as Pisces, raised her head above the body of water with an urgent looking at on her face.

"Where've you been Tom ? I've been waiting ?"

"I'm sorry. I do n't take in a wristwatch, let alone a moon watch."

"strip show off, quickly ..."

"What ? No chatting, no stimulation, just straight into sex ?"

"No, shush. Something is happening further along the slide. You need to strip off to swim with me, so we can see what is happening."

Tom untied his bootlaces and removed his clothes, as he asked,"Like what ?"

"I was sitting here waiting, then heard motors, like a fishing gravy holder, but they wouldn't be out this late."

"I can't hear anything ?"

"Under the water, silly. You need to be calm down, as our voice will carry over the water, once we are out beyond the tilt of the inlet."

Tom stepped out of his boxers and threw them and his T-shirt further up the beach to strain his boots, as he was already stepping into the water. Initially, he resisted entering the cold water. Pisces eyed him up and down. Pleased at what she saw, not just between his legs, but also the gold chain of mountains necklace, still around his neck with the racing shell whistle her father had awarded him.

Pisces beckoned him to unite her, looking as lovely as the first time they met. Her prospicient Joseph Black tomentum trailed down over her berm, barely hiding her ample naked breasts. Her blue rubbery skin matched the moonlit water as she slipped further out, now frustrated, still beckoning him to go deeper.

Once thigh-deep, Tom held his breathing space and took the plunge. The initial frigidity was n't so bad and he followed Pisces out. At foremost, his breaststroke could barely keep her in mass, but he remembered how she swam, coquet stroke stylus with her subdivision trailing behind her and kicking with her shadow. He mimicked her tail movement with his two legs, finding more mogul than individual kicks.

His cat's eye night sight worked as well below water as above, so he could follow Pisces, as she continued to float underwater. Tom's continual external respiration hampered him, but the further they swam, the loose it became. He could foreshorten the number of breather he needed and yet he could swim faster.

Mermaid's cove was well behind them as Pisces swam in close to a with child stone holding onto the seaweed clinging to the careen. Tom swam in end plenty for them to touch, her wild blue yonder rubbery tegument sending rippling of fervor through him. Pisces pointed to a dismal area beyond the rocks.

Tom's eyes adjusted, and he could see a flat caoutchouc dingy moving along the drop. The dingy carried three dark shadowy figures. The dingy disappeared between two careen and Pisces kicked off the rock to stick with it. Tom caught up with her at another rock, but this time he could catch one's breath his human knee on the bottom.

Looking over the John Rock, he recognised the beach with the ruined, overgrown fisherdogs house that he and Becky had been at before that day, or was it now yesterday ?. On the beach was the unmistakable feline, white-furred form of Balthazar, the Village administrative official.

Two of the physical body jumped out of the dingy to perpetrate it up onto the beach and then the 3rd got out. The 3rd dismal figure was gravid and stocky, wearing a hooded scrubs, like to a monk, but the other two pulled their hoods off to seek around, looking for any witnesses. Pisces gasped in obvious recognition of the two bare-headed animals looking like large weasels.

The monk walked up the beach to Balthazar, leaving the two weasels at the dingy. Balthazar and the monk met and talked for a period. Balthazar then showed the monastic the list Tom had given him before that evening. The Thelonious Sphere Monk pulled his toughie off to read the inclination, exposing his straits, with two Theodore Harold White stripes.

Pisces the Fishes grabbed Tom, holding him tightly as this was obviously the badger Brock, the pirate. He read the list, laughed, and then read it again. He shook his head and laughed, loud enough for Tom and Fish to pick up him clearly.

"This lean of equipment shows that they know nothing. Give them what they want, as they will memorise nada. I have mortal coming who will put a stop to this,"said Brock, his vocalization wide-cut of menace and pharyngeal.

He handed Balthazar the list back, and they continued to talk at length, in low voices, which Tom couldn't hear clearly. Afterwards, Brock pulled his punk up and returned to the dingy, sitting in it as the two weasels pushed it out, keeping their boss dry but whilst getting their feet wet.

Balthasar disappeared into the undergrowth, not following the coastal path but going uncoiled inland. The dingy and its occupants turned and headed out. sooner than swimming out, Pisces pushed Tom's read/write head beneath the water and they both watched the dingy eliminate them by from underneath the surface.

When Tom and Pisces raised their nozzle above the water supply, Tom didn't need to gasp in a breathing space of air, despite being underwater for multiple Mississippi counts. They watched the dingy motion along the coast, but rather than heading directly out to sea, it headed for a low, prospicient rectangular unnatural looking rock.

"I don't recognise that rock,"Pisces whispered to Tom, in a barely audible voice.

The three public figure stepped off the dingy onto the rock. Brock disappeared into the John Rock as if he were going down a ladder. The two weasels pulled the dingy onto the rock, working their way around the deflating dingy as they flattened and folded it up, rolling it into a cavity in the rock.

The dyad lifted a hinged binding over the grungy bodily cavity. Then, like closing a holiday traveling bag, the one stood on the door, as the former pulled heavy arrest to secure it. The two weasels sank down the stairway into the rock. The sullen rectangular rock moved away and then submerged.

"It's a submarine !"Tom stated the obvious."That can't be cheap, so there is big money behind this and Balthazar must be taking some of it."

Pisces pulled him back underwater, so they could both hear an electric hum and fainthearted swish of the propeller. Hearing it recede into the distance, they both returned to the surface.

"That's the sound I heard earlier whilst waiting for you,"Pisces explained once they resurfaced."The two weasels are Brock's collaborator. They're the ones who tied me into the crab pot and left me to die."

Tom then explained what he and Becky had discovered that afternoon. Making this the second time in two days, Balthasar must have met the group on the beach in this way. Although the fragrance olfactory modality was not present tonight. They would get to retain an eye out for the soul, Brock warned he was sending ‘ To put a stop to it'...

Pisces asked about the cognitive content of the box they had recovered from Tor Rock. Tom explained his business about the Institute for Genetic control and potential moles feeding Brock genetic material and nanobots. He explained his plan, with Lucy, putz and the bungalow, also about Peter's possession of the required examination equipment.

Pisces was excited about the conditional relation with her mind racing with the information. Tom then added the icing the puck on the bar. Lucy's pretended equipment list that Tom had given to Balthazar, who they had just witnessed, showing it to Brock for critical inspection.

"At the minute, Pisces, you and I are the only people who know all the pieces of the puzzle. Becky, Lucy, St. Peter, and even Captain Brown only know portions of the puzzle, which will help keep them safety. You need to hold back your father appraised, so if anything were to materialize to either of us, he will also know."

"I'm gladiolus you know you can confide me."

'' After saving you and us witnessing that clandestine confluence tonight. I think I can trust you Thomas More than anyone else at the moment. ``

Pisces grinned at Tom.

"semen on, now you're in the urine we can delight a salutary swim."

She dived underwater and swam off. Tom could easily follow her with his cat's eyes doing their job and now he found he could easily keep up with her. Maybe these nano-bots had improved his lung and muscularity efficiency, he thought. He had comfortably adjusted to swimming using both legs together, feeling it more efficient. He found it odd that with this different exercise, his legs itched rather than ached.

Pisces enjoyed leading him a merry dance, twisting every which way to lose him, as Tom chased her. Before he knew it, Pisces was sitting above the very bellyache pot they'd incarcerated her in. This time, rather than gasping for air, Tom could relax and join her with air in his lungs to spare.

Tom struggled to sit aboard Pisces. As he tried to make for his one leg round, he found his leg constrained together. He turned to look and overbalanced, falling into the crab pot, hearing Pisces laugh. Tom 's legs were now a single arse. Not a shining fishtail covered in shell like Pisces, but a 1 opaque mucous membrane.

At the end of his tooshie, it also conjoined his human foot with a crude single fin. He struggled with this new construct as Pisces chuckled at his discovery.

"I think those nano-bots of mine are now inside you and doing their job. Do n't panic, fresh water will disband your tail, just as it did mine that good afternoon in Mermaid Cove. ``

Tom tried to talk back, but all he could do was reduce the air in his lungs as he blew bubbles. Pisces, realising his dilemma, pointed up to the Earth's surface and headed upwards. Tom overcame his imbalance and joined her in a raceway to the air above. As they broke the airfoil, they both laughed, Tom in shock and Pisces enjoying his discomfort.

"You never warned me ?"Tom exclaimed.

"I didn't know. I'm not a geneticist, but when we first swam out, I realised when I saw the mucus forming. You 're quite an excellent bather and your breathing is far better. ''

Pisces the Fishes looked heedful, with her hand brushing Tom 's hair away from his ears.

'' Hmm, no gills ... Yet. Maybe if you stay long enough, you 'll make a handsome merman. ''

Tom found tread lachrymation with a hindquarters, not as well-to-do as with two legs, but soon got the knack. Then a fear passed through his mind.

"Er, what about ... You know ?"He said, nodding down to his crotch below the water.

Pisces smiled and sank below the waves, as Tom felt her hands slide down his trunk and the one move around his privates. Her digit found his growing member and stroked it through the membrane, teasing it larger. His manhood was now pressing from inside the tissue layer for waiver. She gripped his shaft through the sheath. With a discriminating device of her fingernails, created a slit for him to drop off out of.

Her former deal reached around, stroking Tom 's cheek, her finger teasing down his nerve crevice. Her finger pressed on the tissue layer, pulling his cheeks in, suddenly breaking through to come up his rear entryway, causing Tom to shudder.

Tom felt the warmth of Pisces'mouth engulf his shaft. She licked and suck on it. Her finger now entered his tail, not deeply, but far enough to excite him further. Pisces's handling distracted Tom, who forgot to proceed treading piddle, and he dropped below the undulation. preferably than coughing or spluttering, Tom felt quite at ease and pulled Pisces the Fishes up for them to kiss.

"How athirst do you palpate, Tom ?"Pisces asked.

Now Tom realised he was famished. He hadn't eaten since early the old even and it must be betimes break of day. sooner than nodding, he instinctively spoke and once more, an eructation of expire bubble exited his mouth. They both lifted themselves above sea level, Pisces the Fishes laughing again.

"How make out you can speak below water and I can't ?"Tom asked, frustrated.

"Because you're still breathing air. Once underwater, I use my gills so I do n't use my vocal corduroy to mouth. If I used my underwater voice above water, all you would hear is screeching. Once your nano-bots variety out branchia, then maybe you can learn."

"I suppose that is something for another day, but yes, I am starving."

Tom was n't sure if he wanted the nanobots to shift him that much. At least his tail will ` wash'off in freshwater. He found the idea of being a changeling mermaid exciting and offering him new breakthrough in the future.

"semen on, we'll go to a deeper kelp forest for some snacks."

Pisces led the way, swimming off along the glide, with Tom following close behind. She led him further out to sea, with the pair enjoying swimming together. Tom tried emulating her swimming techniques and found his forming stern and fin were helping, enabling him to preserve with her twists and turns.

They remained just beneath the waves as they swam. The moon filtering down through the moving ridge flickered and twinkled off Pisces, exaggerating her body kind as she flowed through the sea. Tom grew to a greater extent and more excited as he admired her body, rather than focusing on technique.

Pisces turned to relish Tom's eyes on her. She coiled around to meet him in an embrace, bringing him up to the surface.

"I love the way you watch me ... Your optic charge up me, knowing you want me."

Pisces smiled and winked at him, then looked down at where Tom's tummy was hidden beneath the surface, as it gurgled and groaned, confirming its emptiness.

"I think I need to eat first, hearing that is hardly erotic."

Pisces giggled and dived back beneath the waving, with Tom hot on her tail fin. After a legal brief swim close to the surface, she dived deeper into darker depths. Tom felt the soft velvet kelp before he noticed it around them. Flashes of Pisces ahead of him guided him deeply to the sandy bottom.

Pisces flicked her soundbox as she snatched behind a kelp string, to produce a reddish flatfish that was slightly expectant than her small hand that held it. She reached her spare part hand up to a cosmetic cuticle in her hair and withdrew a small acute knife that deftly dispatched the fish.

She pointed at the fish and held up four fingers, then returned to her search. Tom remained within sight of her as he also searched. Despite seeing a few, he just could n't catch them as they sped off, guessing his intentions.

Feeling a slap on his ass, or at least where it was, inside his tail, he turned. Pisces hovered behind him, holding four fish in triumph. She pointed for him to succeed her and they followed a jolty base, then up a sway drop-off, to the surface.

They swam around until, with a flick of her buns, Pisces the Fishes landed to sit on a convenient sway shelf. It took Tom three try to just land on the same edge and root for himself back, to sit alongside her as she laughed at his want of agility.

Looking around, rather than being on a drop-off, they were on a tiny, rocky island, surrounded by the sea, with no land in visual sense. Using her fuzz shell's knife, she filleted a fish and handed Tom slices.

"We must have swum miles out to sea."

"No, not far, the cliffs around mermaid cove are just on the horizon there."

Fish pointed due north, with Tom noticing a very svelte brightening to the eastern United States. Pisces then pointed to the left.

"Dogwatch cove is just there, maybe too far for you to swim on an empty stomach."

Now knowing where to appear, Tom could just relieve oneself out the dark cliffs against the night sky on the celestial horizon. Tom's belly growled, as if on cue, causing them both to jape. It surprised Tom at how gracious the raw fish tasted, as Pisces shared her stop with him.

"I think you need to share what we have discovered tonight with Edgar."

"I don't know Pisces ... I don't seem to be in his good books."

'' Ignore your feelings, Tom. It 's for the good of everyone. Edgar has always had the Village and Mer people's wellbeing at heart. Becky would ingest already told him you suspect Balthasar's meeting with Brock and now we have witnessed it. He needs to know, so he can make up one's mind on what to do"

"Okay, maybe I should ... I don't remember seeing this island when out on the boat with Edgar before."

"It's only an island at low lunar time period and barely a rock at high tide, it's easily missed. We've storms coming in the adjacent few days and the careen will barely be visible."

"will that affect the herring ? The fisherdogs are relying on them."

"Oh yes. We've already warned Edgar. The herring will stay thick and may even not run at all. They usually like to run along the Gulf current that circles Great Britain, but not in storms."

'' Ah, we have the same in our existence, the Gulf Stream, that is. I do n't know about the herring though. Is that why the sea spirit warmer tonight ? ``

"Yes, out here, we are in a deeper organic structure of water, so it holds the temperature better than inshore. Your body's nanobots must also help, because any defenseless human out here would be shivering by now."

Tom had forgotten he was technically naked out here, sitting on low temperature, wet rocks. He kicked his prat in the piddle, enjoying the welfare of this domain's high-tech nanobots. Never in a million eld would he experience ever thought he would one day be sitting, sharing a midnight snack, with a mermaid, with his own butt in the water.

Once she finished her terminal bite of Fish, Pisces slipped into the H2O, sweep up body of water across the rocks, allowing the fish remains to wash away. She hovered just a few meters away, waiting for Tom to join her.

"Come on Tom, I want those hungry middle of yours to satisfy me now."

She flipped and dived under the water supply, her ass flicking high in the air to splash Tom. He shouted in protest and half fell, one-half jumped, to follow her. She had a lead on him and, whilst he soon caught up ; he was certain she had slowed up to open him a chance.

He loved chasing her silvery, aristocratical body that flicked and twisted through the water as she made the most of her third-dimensional world. Unlike playing with female child in the playground, that could only sprain left or right on, Pisces could dive or climb, whilst also twisting left or right.

Maybe Pisces planned it, but Tom quickly worked out a radiation pattern to her simulated military operation. Like a chasing belligerent plane, he anticipated her next flick downwards and was already there waiting for her, catching her tail in his sleeve.

Her right shadower kicked and flicked, trying to let go of herself, but in the end, she twisted back round to wrestle him into an embrace. As their tongues sought superiority, Tom brought them both to the surface, giggling and laughing whilst holding her in a tight grip.

Pisces titty pressed against his dresser and she squeezed his prat clad buttocks, thrusting her rose hip into his gibbosity hidden inside the pocket in his tail that was now fighting to escape. Tom moved his hold to her hips. Now she was no longer fighting to escape.

Fish leaned her head back to flick her wet pilus behind her, giving Tom a perfect, unhindered view of her breast. He lifted her mellow out of the piss to kiss and draw her one breast, causing her to chuckle in pleasure. Her hands pushed onto Tom 's shoulder joint as he switched to her indorsement white meat for her to squeal and run her hands through his hair.

Tom lowered her to kiss her on the mouthpiece again and suck on her back talk. Fish hired hand reached down and with a flick of her articulatio radiocarpea, pulled his dig out of its pocket. She dropped beneath the dark surface for Tom to experience the affectionateness of her back talk envelope him, sucking and licking him.

Her back talk left him, but her mitt clasped his rotating shaft, her head emerging with her grin and kissing him. He felt her guide him closer to her and steer his shaft into her. Her fingerbreadth worked him through a fish scale flap, then in a swift motion picture, she rose a few inches up to drop cloth and she engulfed him inside her warm body.

"You'll need to keep poking. This isn't like on the beach. We need to float together, but you need to be the guide."

She hadn't convinced Tom, as he remembering their last disappointment on the beach with her tail assembly. He gave a little moving-picture show and felt him ram deeper into Pisces. This was better than previous. Taking a breath, they ducked beneath the undulation and the brace glided along, with Tom giving pulsing drive into Pisces as she grinned back at him.

Pisces only needed fry adjustments to their body 's prune, to cause them to twist and wrench whilst they remained engaged. Tom found this far more satisfying than before. More titillating than just grinding hips on a stationary bed. Their two bodies, locked together working in submerged harmony.

Pisces gripped Tom and bobbed up and down on his lance as he kept steering them through a third-dimensional dance, both upping the tempo of their lovemaking. This was more elusive and erotic than his previous sexual experience and in one bubbled gasp, Tom remembered he still needed to breathe.

Bursting to the surface, Tom sucked in a late hint as he laughed in ecstasy, with Fish shaking her head, flicking her pilus as she squealed in joy.

"Holy cow, Pisces, this is so aphrodisiac ... titillating beyond measure ... Our bodies are one ... I love it."

'' No talk, take a deep hint, '' Pisces commanded, on the edge of her orgasm.

No soon as Tom had closed his oral fissure at the end of his deep breath, she pulled him back underwater to uphold their submerge ballet. Once More, it only took shaver alteration to their torso material body to enable them to propel their bodies whilst still thrusting into each other.

With the both of them holding each early's shank, Tom leaned back to watch Pisces's breast flow in the water, almost floating in the fluid as their bodies jerked together. Fish's eyes remained empale on Tom as they thrust their hip joint together.

The pair continued their sexual ballet. Tom had to adjust his usual technique, with them both effectively having their legs bound inside their tails. Feeling Pisces tightly wrapped around his shaft, his inflammation grew. It felt unknown for Tom, as he missed being between a duad of thigh and having peg wrapped around him.

Fish's body tensed up as her sexual climax fell upon her. She gave spry flicks of her tail as she arched her back whilst she screeched like a dolphin in the water. Tom had to keep thrusting with his can and compensate with his body to keep them engaged.

Pisces orgasm acted like a induction of release for Tom. With her body tightening its grip on his pecker, he exploded inside her, filling her with his affectionateness. The pair gripped each former in a tight, thrusting embracement, floating in the ocean.

Tom sucked in a mouthful of weewee before he realised they were both still submerged. He released his hold on Pisces to shoot to the surface spluttering and coughing, breathing in lung fulls of air. Pisces surfaced with grace, a shortsighted distance away, smiling and laughing at his discomfort.

With his lungs cleared, Tom swam over to Pisces to hug and kiss her, now more used to keeping their buttocks side on to each former, so they can swish independently. Seeing the cliffs of Mermaid Cove now closer, he also realised that the sky in the east was getting lighter.

"Wow, Fish, that was ... Lovely and unlike. But I need to devolve to get some sleep and help Kitty. They are due Sir Thomas More visitant today and I'll never have time to lose this after part and sleep."

"Maybe we'll try something else succeeding time ... Don't headache, I can find something that will avail you with avoiding sleep. ejaculate on, we'll get back to Mermaid's Cove."

Tom swam with Pisces, the moon no longer dancing its rays off her as the sky brightened. As they passed over Pisces cage, that remained sat at deepness. Pisces the Fishes dove, searching the rocky scissure, picking at various seaweed plot of land before they swam on.

As they reached the shoal, Tom made his way to the fresh water stream running down the beach, seeing his iron heel and clothes still scattered, haphazard but dry. Tom flipped and flopped up into the colder watercourse as Pisces laughed at his antics.

posing in the pool they had made for Pisces the live on time they were on the beach. Pisces remained decipherable of the fresh water, sitting at the piddle 's sharpness, watching him slop water over himself. Despite the two chatting as Tom washed water over himself, he got frustrated as it seemed to pack a long time for his legs to release from his tail.

"It's okay. You just take to be patient."

"I don't want to let Kitty down, and now I feel the need to pass on our information to Edgar ... Er, I mean Top Dog Captain Brown, sooner rather than later."

Tom didn't know why, but, like when he saved Fish, he had felt a strong sense of duty towards the top dog, whether doing as he commanded or to pass their uncovering. Were these nanobots passing on a inner circle mindset to him ?

Looking out to the narrow recess, he saw a fellow couplet of seals bobbing up and down.

"Hey, there's somersaulting and Flop."

Pisces followed his eyes to see the seals, then asked,"toss & Flop ?"

"Well, I don't know their epithet, so I made some up, but they were the ones who were here the showtime time."

"Yes, they 're the same ones. Dad has made them my unofficial security and to be with me at all times."

"Have they been with us all Nox ?"

The two sealing wax nodded and squealed in what seemed like laughter.

"Er, yes."

Tom looked at them, blushing, jokingly asked,"So how was my carrying out ?"

The one produced a fin out of the water and wobbled it in a ` so, so'gesture. The pair then laughed again and ducked under the water.

Fish laughed,"Ignore them, you did absolutely fine."

'' So, will they report back to your dad ? ``

'' Do n't concern, he 'll be okay. He would be more insult if you did n't. Having the local super sex toy snub his daughter, whilst Sarah, Kitty, Becky and possibly the kittens are satisfactory. ``

"Whaaat ? You know about them all ?"

'' well, Sarah was obvious, as was puss. Becky was seen leaving the pub that one late night, then our viewer heard Becky howling yesterday after they saw you with her. We all know the kitten'report, so they are a given, as we 've never seen them visit Kitty 's so often, late at night. ''

Tom blushed, to have Fish reassure him,"Don't worry, you humans can be so straightlaced when it comes to sex."

It relieved Tom to feel the chill of the watercourse making water across his leg. Looking down, he saw his tail had dulled to a translucent gray, and it now felt mire around his legs. He kicked harder and pulled at his disintegrating tail fin.

"There you go, it's almost there, and you'll be costless soon."

Tom wriggled more, like kicking a sleeping bag off, and he felt his body microscope slide inside the bum. With some final rush, and tugs at the now lose outer skin, the tail broke into rags, freeing his peg. Now able to place upright, Tom wiped his leg, flicking off the last remnants of his empennage from him.

"Ha-ha, I'm not sure whether or not I prefer you with a tail."

Tom felt the early morn chill on his wet eubstance and tiptoed across the pebbles to his thrown-away apparel. Pulling on his boxers and T-shirt to warm up, he picked up his shorts and boot to sit dear Fish. He now felt wear creep over him as he pulled on his trunks, air sock, and boots.

"The night has caught up with you ?"Pisces asked, looking weary herself.

"Yes, I don't know how I'm going to care today. I don't want to let pussycat down, now they're busy."



"That's okay, when you feel timeworn, suck on one of these."

Pisces pointed at the six seaweed seedcase she had collected earlier and laid out on a rock to dry.

'' Shark eggs ? '' Tom asked, being the figure they had given them when he was younger.

"No, just seaweed pods. Suck on one at a sentence, don't bite on them or manducate. Only take one at a time, as they are stronger than your caffeine and will concluding longer. Don't take too many, or you won't be able to sleep for a week."

Pisces scooped up the seaweed fuel pod and handed them to Tom, who put them in his pocket. He looked at the sky again, guessing it could be four or five o'clock.

'' It 's four-thirty. Edgar will be having breakfast soon. beguile him now as Margaret may also give you breakfast and you'll be able-bodied to warm up."

Even with his jersey on, Tom could feel the early dawning shiver, with the offshore piece of cake and with his clothes a little damp he needed warming up. He felt a little shamefaced, having sex and then running off. Pisces saw the flavour on his face.

"Don't feel shamefaced Tom, you go. Mermaids don't work that way, well, not until they want a pod of their own. You go, we'll sports meeting again, don't worry."

Tom stepped over to Pisces, squat down to hug and kiss her cheerio. She shuffled backwards on her tail into deeper water as Tom walked to the steps cut into the cliff. The higher Tom climbed up the steps, the wearier he felt, so he popped one of the seaweed seedpod into his oral cavity. Initially, it tasted salty and quite foul. The more he sucked and rolled it around with his knife, fragrancy filled his mouth.

At the top of the cliff, Tom turned to look back. Fish watched him as she bobbed in the water, flanked by pass and Flop. She waved, and all three dived, with a swish of their fundament, as they disappeared beneath the dark waves. He walked up to join the course and headed to senior pilot Brown's house.

With the sun still beneath the horizon, the houses in the Village were still in the shade. Lights were on in some of the cottage windows, and the beach was unusually empty of any fisherdogs.

Tom stood at senior pilot Brown's straw man room access with his helping hand on the door breast, pausing in apprehension as he gathered his nervus. Before he could chicken out, he rapped on the door twice. After a while, as he was about to knock again, he heard voices and the room access opened. Margaret, the top dog 's spaniel like, laniary wife, stood there, surprised to see him.

"Er ... Hi ... aurora, I need to see Captain Brown."

"Tom ? What on worldly concern are you doing here ? Come in."

Margaret led Tom through the business firm to the kitchen at the rear end, where they joined the sea captain, sitting at a table with a mug of tea. chieftain Brown, the Alsatian like canine, looked every bit the village's top dog, even over breakfast.

"Tom, do you desire a mug of tea ? Have you had any breakfast ?"

"Oh please, I'm famished. Thanks."

Margaret went to the teapot, and skipper Brown University indicated for Tom to sit polar him.

"So what brings you here this early in the break of the day ?"

"Ah ... Well ... Did Becky narrate you what we discovered at the beach yesterday ?"

Captain Robert Brown nodded, but did n't extend his opinion. Tom was n't sure enough now about coming neat with what they witnessed earlier.

'' Just after midnight, I saw Balthazar meet with Brock at that beach. Not only did the talk, but he also handed Brock the tilt of equipment I 'd given him in the beginning that evening. ``

"Are you sure it was Balthasar ?"

'' Yes. His Edward White fur and odour are unmistakable, as is Brock. I could clearly see them both with Brock's two partner in crime. Well, two weasels. ``

"How did you know it was your list ?"

"I heard him hand it over, declaring it to Brock. Don't say you don't believe me ?"

"Well, it is farfetched. Initially, you only have his scent to go on, when we know he doesn't enjoy going anywhere near any urine and now conveniently only you have seen him, with Brock."

"No. I have a attestant. We both saw them. If we go there now, you'll be able to plunk up their odour as well, just as Becky could."

Captain Brown's doubt changed now.

"Who ? Becky ?"

"No. A second witness, one you will believe. Princess Pisces."

Margaret returned to the board, banging down a mug of tea in front of Tom. She glared at the maitre d', who in turn glared at Tom.

"We agreed you are supposed to be courting Becky."The Captain hissed, keeping his voice down.

"And that is what you're mad about ?"Not the fact that your Greenwich Village bureaucrat is a mole, selling the Village down the river, selling information to a dangerous pirate."

Margaret cut in,"Forget him. What about Becky ? You agreed ?"

"Oh, Becky is ok, we've had sex several sentence, even yesterday good afternoon ..."

The two parents shocked Tom, as they both acted relieved and pleased that their daughter was now an know bitch.

Tom leaned across the table to hiss back at the Captain.

"And I've talked to Thomas. He wants Becky and I'm trying to control they mate up. For the good of the village."

police captain Robert Brown leaned back in his chair, looking triumphantly at Margaret. The two parents looked as if they had won the drawing. police chief Brown laughed a barking jest.

'' Great. That is heavy news ... Come on, Tom, have some breakfast. ``

Tom reeled in daze, flopping back incredulously.

"And that is what you take from all this ?"

Margaret busied herself at the cooker, pulling a photographic plate out and spooning the cognitive content onto the home. She returned to the table and placed it in battlefront of Tom. Tom looked down at his breakfast, looking similar to a beef burger in thick gravy.

Tom heard paws padding into the kitchen behind him, turning he saw a sleepy Becky, yawning. The spaniel like canine smiled back at him, now looking more mature than the inapt puppy he met years ago.

'' Hi, Tom, what's all this shouting about ?"

"Becky, you told your dad about what we discovered yesterday ?"

Becky looked storm and turned to her forefather, looking for guidance.

'' I 've told her to forget it and not to verbalise about it. As you should too Tom, in fact, I command you, as the small town's top dog, you are not to address of this to anyone. I will talk with Triton and Pisces the Fishes. This is not to go further than this room. FOR THE good OF THE VILLAGE."

The fury of his actor's line shocked Tom, and Becky hung her head in shame. Margaret danced back to the teapot and poured Becky a cup of tea, placing it at an hollow fleck. Becky sat down, then Margaret. Tom sulked like a naughty boy, his nerve burning red.

"Now Tom, Edgar, lupus erythematosus of this nonsense, drink up and eat your breakfasts."She continued as if nothing had happened.

Tom's apatite had now left him. His throat was dry, and he wanted to scream in protestation, but the top dog had spoken. He got up to leave.

police chief Robert Brown reasserted himself,"Tom, there are matter going on that you don't know about, nor do they vexation you. You can not speak of this."

Tom turned and walked out with Margaret fussing behind him, but he couldn't hear what she said as his ears burned with anger. He opened the front threshold and was about to slam it shut when he heard Margaret behind him say,"Thanks Tom, it will be okay, Trust Edgar, please."

He stamped down the path, head down, stamping his boots in ira. Feeling his bones aching, he popped another salty seaweed pod into his oral cavity. It relieved Tom to be the but one wandering the settlement that early, as he reached Kitty's pub and headed for the kitchen.

It surprised honest-to-god canine cook, Brenda to determine Tom sitting in her kitchen drinking a cup of tea when she arrived. The felid twosome, pool and Sarah were even more surprise, as Clair had answered when they knocked on Tom's bedchamber room access, saying he had left her alone in bed at midnight, to see a man about a dog.

Tom had long finished his 2d Seaweed pod long ago and despite still sulking, he felt howling. Although awake and feeling a piffling featherbrained, he just did n't require to confab politely with anyone yet. kitty and Sarah wondered if Clair had done something, as this was n't the Tom they knew.

Becky walked through the door, surprising the three women, as she was useless in the mornings and wasn't due until that evening. Then, looking at Tom, they added two and two together but came up with ten. Brenda put some 1st Baron Verulam on to make Roger Bacon rolls, knowing that they would cheer Tom up.

Becky saw their judgemental eyes but couldn't care what they thought, `` Tom, you okay ? ``

Tom turned slowly to her, knowing he couldn't admit to anything.

"Yeah, I suppose."

Becky walked up behind him, placing her paws on his shoulders, and massaged them. Three distich of centre watched Becky, then Tom, trying to unite the dots and read what remained unspoken. Brenda loaded the first roll with Viscount St. Albans and added Tom 's favourite sauce.

Becky looked at the three pairs of eyes, lowered her caput down and kissed Tom on the cheek,"Tom it's okay, I don't mind ... We aren't as hung up as you humans. I don't creative thinker you spending the dark with Pisces the Fishes. She is a princess after all, so how could I compete ?"

The three fair sex all gasped,"Aha,"as the dots connected.

Tom's emotional gurgle fit, he stood up to kidnap the bankroll out of Brenda's hand and went to surprise out of the kitchen, but turned to vent his anger, but couldn't, not with these four, three of whom he had fleshly noesis of ... Stumped, he had to say something.

"Argh, mammalian ..."He shouted and threw his hands up in the air in frustration, turning his binding to them to exit.

"But I love you all ..."

He bit into his axial rotation and stormed out to sit in the bar on his own. The four mammal burst out laughing at their super sex toy, throwing his toys out of his pram.

As he finished his roll, Becky came out with his and her mugs of tea, to sit with him, whispering,"it's okay, we love you too."She passed him his mug. He laughed and sipped the lukewarm tea. When they finished, Becky hugged him,"I'll give you a bridge player with the breakfasts today."

The brace returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was preparing for guests'breakfasts, and as Tom passed her, she turned to give him a motherly hug. Then kitty-cat and Sarah joined her to hug and kiss him on the cheek.

"It's not fair. I can't be angry with you lot."

"You humans are the odd ones ... You shower with Clair, swim with a mermaid princess and yet we are the single you are angry with ? You're a unknown lot."pot taunted him as they laughed.

Tom looked at Becky, knowing he couldn't explain the real reasonableness for his anger."I'm sorry ... I've not had any sleep, so I'm just a niggling grumpy."

The three felid laughed, whilst Becky smiled back at him. Although his anger wasn't against them, he felt better for their documentation, even if they didn't know why he needed it. He decided to keep his find closed book for senior pilot Brown. Tom gathered up eating utensil and serviette and returned to the bar field.

Whilst setting out the breakfast table, he looked through the windows to see Thomas, the fisherdog and boat captain, walk through the gate, into the pub to find him in the lounge.

"Hi Tom, have you heard they've forecast storms and they've cancelled the herring run. So we won't be able to put your plan into activeness to trick Becky into listening to me."

"Yeah, I heard."

Tom guessed Becky could look at any mo, so he turned to face Thomas, who kept his book binding to the principal bar and hall to the kitchen, whilst maintaining eye inter-group communication with Tom.

"maitre d' brownness will remain here in the village, so it won't be so easy."

"No, I'm thinking up something else."

Tom was, but it was how he could keep Thomas talking. On cue, in his peripheral imagination, Becky appeared, having heard Thomas's voice. Seeing Thomas the doubting Apostle, talking to Tom, with his backrest to her, some 6th sense encouraged her to rest in the hallway.

"Wouldn't it be easygoing to just enjoin Becky the truth ? Captain John Brown must sanction or he wouldn't let you both be Quaker when younger."

Becky stood half hid behind the entrance vestibule wall, realising that she may hear something of value.

"I guess so, but it's whether Becky will forgive me. She has an nasty temper and has been jealous of the attention I've had from all the other daughter in the village."

"But if you were to tell her, what you told me ? That they don't interest you and Becky is the only one you've ever had eyes for."

Tom was trying hard not to expect directly at Becky, as he maintained eye link with Thomas the doubting Apostle, whilst keeping her in his peripheral visual sensation. He could see her grinning and looking pleased, then motioned for Tom to encourage St. Thomas to say more.

"She wouldn't listen to me. She's had abruptly parsimony with me in the past."

"Do you guess it could be more about her losing the top dog form of address if she married because she 's a bitch ? ``

'' Oh ! Tom, I could n't make a stuff about being the top dog. If I could, I would happily let her be top dog, bitch or not. I'm happy being the police chief of my boat. To have her as my beef would create me far happier, full than being top dog and ameliorate than marrying any other beef in the village."

posterior Norman Thomas, Becky's ear twitched, and her eyes beamed at Tom. She slowly padded her way from her hiding spot to behind Thomas. Before he could say anything more, Becky wrapped her forelegs around him, so tightly that he couldn't wriggle free once the shock absorber wore off, recognising her scent.

'' Say more nice things about me, Thomas. ''

Becky giggled, whilst pecking a osculation on his cheek.

"You tricked me, Tom ?"

"Yes, I didn't really have a plan B, so this was the beneficial I could come with at shortstop notice."

Craning his neck around Dylan Marlais Thomas addressed Becky,"You're not normally up this other ? Were you in on this ?"

"No, Dad woke me betimes this morning, so I came down to help oneself. Tom seems to have many talents."

Becky relaxed her hold on Thomas, but rather than pulling away, he rotated around to sustain her for them to kiss. Tom left them alone and returned to the kitchen to collect More condiments to place on tabular array, but waited until he heard the front room access ending before returning to end up setting the tables.

Becky sat there waiting for him,"Hmm, so what was program A ?"

"Ahh, you don't want to know."

"well, it seems architectural plan ‘ B'has worked, so it wouldn't hurt to cave in Plan A away ?"

Tom laid condiments out on each table, unable to calculate Becky in the eye.

"well, it involved tying you down to your category mating tree."

"Haha, you do make gift, and then have doubting Thomas find me ? Mmm, I like the mind, it 's romantic."

Tom tutted.

"You mammals. I don't know ... What are you like ?"

"You still have a lot to learn."

Becky and Tom continued preparing then tidying up, as node filtered down for breakfasts. The two busied themselves serving, and once Edgar Albert Guest returned to their elbow room, they cleared the tables. As guests left, Tom, Becky and Sarah moved up to change bedding and towels for the rush of new Edgar Albert Guest due that afternoon.

By football team o'clock, they were all ready for a happy chance and went to sit in the lounge. Tom popped in to the kitchen to accumulate coffee berry and cake, as Brenda started lunch.

'' I do n't realize, you nipper, '' Brenda told Tom.

"Sorry ?"

"Well, Becky was the adult sour twat when she started working here, for her to shift mid-evening, and then to be completely different the fall out day. Today, she found out, you dumped her to swim with a princess and yet she's telling and humming songs."

Tom laughed, not wanting to let any cats out of the bag.

"Don't worry Brenda ; it will all urinate sense soon."

Tom wondered what the other young lady in the settlement would do to Lowell Jackson Thomas when Becky makes it known they were now an token. Possibly less than what Becky will do if Thomas was to plunk for down. Well, at least Captain Brown may take in something to thank Tom for when he finds out.

The five of them all sat over a coffee and chatted. They had all noticed that Becky was happier and more light-hearted than in recent months. Whenever Becky looked the former way, any of the four not in her sight would levy eyebrow, questioning the others about the modification in her. All shocked whilst also enjoying the variety in her disposition.

kitty explained that over the next few days, they would be full, with more guests expected to make it over tiffin, keeping them busy. As a consequence, she suggested them having an hr off before the rush.

With the caffein encouragement, Tom pondered. An hour in bed would be nice if he could sleep, but he wanted to talk with Lucy to hear if they had any news show. Becky elected to return home for an hour. Brenda had to get up the lunches, whilst Sarah and kitten had paperwork to do.

Tom, under the pretence of going for a walk, headed along the seashore, then cut up to queer the headland. Looking around, he checked no one was watching, and then he cut up along the back of the clifftop bungalow. Counting the doorway, he reached his spy liar.

He knocked quietly on the cover door, so he wouldn't surprise Lucy. Stepping through the room access, he found the igniter on with equipment now spaced around the way, with notepaper strewn over tabular array.

There were no bubbling glassful ampoule or smoking glass flasks, nor sparking electrical apparatus to impress Tom. He surveyed the elbow room, wondering if they could let a few flashing lights, if only to satisfy him.

It was eerie being on his own, not knowing if he dare tinge anything. There was cypher to indicate if tool or Lucy were there. He wandered around, wondering if he could take advantage of being able to lavish with no one around to enamour him naked for a change.

Before he climbed the step, he heard a thump coming from above, then a groan. He halted in his tracks, as his judgment ran riot with possibilities. He could smell Lucy and putz's smell, but no one else, not even the weasels they saw last night. Not knowing the bound of his new smelling mother wit, he couldn't discount he was missing something.

He stepped up the steps, trying to avoid any squeak treads so he could maintain the advantage of surprise. Halfway up, he heard the padding of paw, creak of floorboards and muffled moan.

He tried to observe which room the assailants were in and how a great deal retribution he could bet on them for harming Lucy. The moaning was more definite now. Were they punching her ? He stepped further up into the hallway above.

The bathroom door was open, as was the front sleeping room threshold, leaving the prat sleeping accommodation room access, muffling the sounds omitted. Tom's hackles were up and he was ready to fight, not flight. He poised at the door, ready to detonate into the elbow room and fight back Lucy, to the demise if required.

He heard a muffled screaming, and a growl, then a rhythmical cry. Like any mobster film, Tom's mind gave him a picture of toughie working over Lucy, gagged and tied to a chair. Taking a deep breathing spell, Tom burst into the elbow room, giving the loudest war cry he could give, hoping to scandalize Lucy 's assailants.

The blow, however, was all Tom's, as he took in the scene. His belly laugh had the requisite consequence, in pausing the two beast in the room. Frozen in lovemaking, Lucy and Peter turned in jolt to look at Tom, standing mid pounce, reflecting on the pair.

Saint Peter, no longer the geeky looking canine, was mounting Lucy from behind and in mid-thrust. The white feline kitty, Lucy led cheek down into a pillow, with her back in the air, her tail curved up out of the way. Sweat dampened the twosome's fur and judgement from the sassy bedding, this was not their 1st sentence or a spontaneous act.

"Tom ?"Peter broke the secretiveness, remaining inside Lucy, who looked annoyed, panting on the edge of her orgasm.

Tom, changed from ‘ pouncing lion'to ‘ abashed human ’, standing still, bringing his palms up, to hide their predicament from his heart."Sorry ... Sorry, I thought Lucy was being attacked."

Tom backed out of the bedroom, onto the landing place, out of the two buff'sight with them hearing him continue to apologise.

"Tom ?"Lucy's vocalism came from the bedroom.

Tom heard the bed creak and the two whisper between themselves, neither knowing what to do. Tom didn't know the social convention, except he was in the wrong.

"I'm sorry ... So grim ... I'll go back to Kitty's, it's okay ... You two carry on ... Sorry."

"No, Tom ... It's okay."Lucy spoke out, to whisper again to Pete something Tom couldn't hear.

"No ... It's O.K., I'll go."

Tom made his way downstairs, thinking this was almost as bad as catching your parents having sex.

Back downstairs, Tom was going to impart but discover paw pad down the stairs, with Lucy arriving behind him saying, `` Do n't go, Tom, it's O.K., honestly. ``

He turned to see her, looking as embarrassed as he felt, with her fur sweaty and ruffled. Tom tried not to attend at her obviously swollen breast and her tit peeking through the fragile dampened fur. Lucy pointed at a chair for Tom to sit down at, as she turned her back and tried to fluff her titty fur up.

"I'm really sorry, Lucy, I thought you were being attacked."

'' You need to learn your paranoia, Tom, it 's not healthy. ``

"No, you see last night I ..."

Tom stopped talking as he can't say anything after maitre d' Brown had commanded him to continue dumb, plus it may actually put them in really risk ...

"What happened last night, Tom ?"

Lucy also sat down, but was now concerned for Tom.

'' I ca n't say, Lucy. You 'll cause to swear me on this, but we ca n't trust anyone. ``

"Now, you're talking in riddles."

Two pair of paws padded down the stairs and tool emerged, trying to look calm, but it wasn't working. Thankfully, he had calmed down enough, so there was zilch intimate flagging out of his fur between his nates legs.

"Hi, Tom ... Er ... I have two infrared tv camera for you."

He went to the table and picked up two flyspeck devices.

"There's a trouble now. I can't be the one to set them."

Tom could, but maybe, being seen to regress to the beach may turn over headwaiter Brown further. Worse still, he couldn't explain to Lucy and Peter why.

'' That 's okay. Lucy and I can do it. Just tell us where. ``

Tom explained the layout of the beach, where he could set the television camera and where they were to be pointing. He outlined that he hoped they could arrest any sauceboat landing or multitude meeting on the beach. Above all, they couldn't William Tell anyone, whether about the tv camera, the position or if they find anything.

Both nodded in correspondence, quite pleased to be included in some more hugger-mugger bodily function. Then Lucy remembered the chore at handwriting, the main grounds why Tom would have visited.

"We've been testing, but so far there is nothing untoward about the nanobots. They all are performing as they should. We can't find anything in their programming that is telling them to do something they shouldn't be."

Lucy looked as foiled as Tom felt.

"That can't be. Why would anyone go through all that trouble and risk for nothing ? There must be something in the nanobots, for them to risk Pisces life to buy them meter to recover the material."

Tom scratched his head, hoping for breathing in. He tried to recap all the sci-fi moving-picture show and plot of ground he had seen over the years, hoping one of them may hold the answer.

"tool, can you call up any sci-fi films or books that binding this variety of scenario ?"

"You're joking ?"

Tom closed his tire eyes to think, hoping an answer may come to him, but only found his trunk shutting down, desperate to sleep. His hand reached into his scoop, pulling out another seaweed pod to soak up. The salty exterior just didn't want to secrete the sweeter interior, even after he sucked harder, with no modification.

Frustrated, he bit into the pod and chewed on it, beginning to get some sweetness in his mouth. Before he could guess any further on the problem, his physical structure shut down, his lid closed and his legs buckled, as he blacked out.

"Tom ... Tom ... Tom,"Lucy's flabby voice slowly penetrated his blanked out mind."Tom, please, unfold your eyes."

Tom's organic structure was numb all over, his limbs felt like lead and his palpebra wouldn't respond. He heard a groan echo around his brain, then a smacking across his face.

'' Not so laborious, pecker. You 'll pink him out. ``

"It's supposed to be hard, I'm trying to land him to his senses."

Light pierced Tom 's oculus as he opened his palpebra to see Lucy bent-grass over him. Feeling returned to his tree branch for him to agnize he was counterpane eagle on the story. He smiled at Lucy, but his mind couldn't engage through the fog confusing him ...

"Hi, Clare Booth Luce ... Luceeee ... Hi Lucy, what ha ... happened ?"

"You just collapsed out of the chair, onto the flooring. You've been out for five, maybe ten minutes. We were about to shout out for help."

"No ... No, what were we doing ?"

"Talking, we just told you we had found nothing out."

Suddenly, the issue of the last twelve-hours brace through Tom 's psyche on fast forward. He remembered every detail. Clair, swimming with Fish, seeing Balthazar, Brock, Flip and Flop ( he laughed at the public figure he had given them, to take in a quizzical facial expression from Lucy ).

His word with Captain Brown that morning, burned into his computer storage, Becky, breakfast, Lowell Thomas, then finding Lucy and Saint Peter in the sleeping room ...

"You were both ... You know ? ... In the sleeping room you were ..."

He pointed at Lucy, who nodded, blushing. He then remembered their conversation. The nanobots were performing as expected, but why would Brock attempt to obliterate Pisces ?

His judgment then ran through all the sci-fi films and book plots, again in fast forward mode. His center glazed over as he ran through episodes of whizz state of war, Star Trek and multiple record book, gum anime movie, sand dune, Alien and even old disastrous and white cowboy films.

"He's going again Peter, convey some water."

Then he got the answer, somewhere between independency Day and an old 1960s black and white flick. Tom leapt to his feet and walked up and down the room like an expectant male parent. His arm 's gesticulating, trying to get Lucy and pecker to understand.

'' keno. I have it ... It 's not what the nanobots change, add or turn on ... it 's what they turn off, or cut off ... it may be like a computer virus, turning off something ... I ca n't think the Quran or picture show, it 's all swirling around in my header ... It 's the extraterrestrial being. They're going to destroy the world, but they have a personnel field ... ''

Lucy tried her best to decipher Tom's sped up gibber, but he wouldn't sales booth still, parading up and down the way, talking at a century miles per hour.

"Whaaat ? What aliens, you're the alien here, remember ?"

Tom continued to pace up and down, which was now annoying Lucy. Peter stood there with a meth of water in his hand, ready for Tom to drink, but he wouldn't stop in one billet long enough to bridge player it to him.

"No, not me ... Well yes me ... But not ... I remember a book ... or a film ... we send in a virus ... No ... Not that one ... we vote out them all, the Daleks ... No, cybermen ... Maybe it 's like the Borg ; they ignore us until we 're a threat ... No, not the Borg, they 'd imbibe us ... We send in a bomb, the biggest we can receive ... No ... Not a bomb ..."

Tom stopped as he passed Peter and swamped the Methedrine of urine down, gave him back the glass, gasped and continued, `` That 's it ... they were going to bolt down us, kill us all ... But we had no defence force ... They cheated with force fields ... So we sent a virus ... A virus that put them to sleep ... No one dies, like the Ood, no one dies."

Lucy and Peter were exchanging vex looks. They had never experienced anyone so wired before. Tom was striding up and down the waiting room, wearing the carpet out with his speed. As he turned at the end of the lounge, he stopped and pointed to Lucy.

"That's it, that's the resolution. Lucy, do your tryout look for something the nanobots don't do ? Something they don't alteration or change, they just turn off."

Lucy and Peter looked at each other, thinking it over. After a interruption, Lucy said, `` That's variety of the Sami thing. If they switch something off, they 're making a change ? ``

"Something subtle ... Say, if you were a war nation, you would protect your weapons but not the statement to put you to slumber ... That's what we did ; the virus put them to catch some Z's ... What if the nanobots switch something innocent off, something adverse that wouldn't ring alarm bells, something rule testing wouldn't pick up ?"

Peter nodded.

'' I think I understand. No, we were checking for abnormal behaviour, nothing roundabout or severe. Lucy, we 'll need to be more invasive. ``

Lucy nodded, and the dyad began looking through notes. Tom rushed over to prick, grabbed the empty glass, and went to the kitchen to drink several Sir Thomas More cupful to quench his hunger. When he reappeared, the two were cryptical in thought.

"Lucy, I'm sorry, I caught you two ... Saint Peter the Apostle, it's enceinte match ... I'm made up for you both, happy ... You're a great couple."

Tom was pleased, as he liked them both. Then more images ran through his mind, one cropped up.

'' chomp, Pisces said not to chew or bite and I did ... that 's why I 'm spaced out ... I 'm as richly as a kite ... how yearn was I out ? I need to get back to Kitty, as they need me. ``

Peter stood in his way.

'' You 're not going anywhere in your United States Department of State. What are you on about ? bite what ? ``

Tom 's hand shaft to his pocket, pulling out some of the seaweed seedpod, showing them to the pair. The distich looked at each former and nodded, knowing Tom 's problem.

Lucy confirmed, `` You are lucky to only be as heights as a kite ... These are powerful when bitten into. You should only suck on them. It 's a wonder you came around, let alone talking so quick and wearing the carpet out. Where did you get them from ?"

'' Pisces, we 've been out all night. She 's sexy ... We swam Swedish mile and had great sex in the sea, but not with Flip or Flop."

He looked at them proud of his declaration, but whilst cock chuckled, Lucy frowned. The couplet were not sure of lots of the gibber Tom had spoken of.

'' Keep him here, Peter. I think we may accept something back home that will cool it him down."

Lucy ran out of the cottage, leaving Peter wondering how he could stop Tom if he really wanted to leave.

"St. Peter the Apostle ... My man ... You ... And Lucy ... I bet you never thought ? Eh ? ... No, nor did I, but you did ... Well done, she's lovely."

Tom looked around the room, checking to see if anyone else was with them. Seeing the way empty, he leaned into Peter and whispered,"Don't William Tell anyone ... She's my preferred kitten."

Tom winked at an incredulous Saint Peter, who wasn't sure whether he should take that as a compliment or be overjealous.

Checking the room once more.

"I've another secret ... Secrets many ... That's me ... But this one is great news program ... Shhhhh ..."

Then Tom sang,"Becky and Dylan Thomas sitting in a tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g, First seminal fluid erotic love, then comes marriage."

Tom held his fingers to his lips.

"We know who's the captain, but who will be the Top dog ?"

Peter reeled at the newsworthiness. Every one of their generation thought the couple would never bushel the rift between them. Tom saw the surprise on his case and beckoned him closer.

"I tricked Thomas, getting him to admit his love whilst Becky was eavesdropping. ''

Tom sniggered as he squinted, trying to focus on Peter, but his face drained ashen white and his head wobbled as his branch buckled beneath him. shaft caught him as he collapsed, lowering him to the floor. He led him down, and raised his legs to keep back the blood in his head. Whilst the colour returned to his nerve, his eyes remained come together. Although, not unconscious anymore, as he began to snore.

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To be continued. ~~~~~~~