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After leaving Clair, dumfounded in bed at midnight, Tom ran along the drop way towards Mermaid's Cove. With it being so late he didn't have to worry about Captain John Brown or his wife seeing him. Although, it would have been hard to win over them, that he wasn't going against the top dog's wishes and leaving the confines of the village.

Even after all his walk, as he tried to run, his kick felt like lead story, then something clicked at heart and get-up-and-go ran through him. Whether it was cat or dog nanobots in his blood stream taking over, he didn't forethought, but he sped up. Sometimes he dropped from his two legs onto all fours with his hands, scampering along the priming, which seemed more natural and definitely quicker.

Soon he reached the area above the cove and he easily jumped over the fallen tree to walk down the route to the cove below. The cove was empty, but Tom continued down the steps, cut into the cliff to reach the beach. His cat's eye vision cut in, to pass him a everlasting view of the area. In the Moon, he could consume read a book, but he couldn't see any planetary house of Pisces, the mermaid princess.

He looked out seaward through the narrow inlet and noticed ripples on the body of water, funnelling towards the beach. He walked down to foregather the crown of the ripple as Pisces, raised her head above the piss with an pressing look on her face.

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

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

"Strip off, quickly ..."

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

"No, shush. Something is happening further along the sea-coast. 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 sportfishing boat, but they wouldn't be out this late."

"I can't hear anything ?"

"Under the water, silly. You need to be tranquil, as our vocalisation will carry over the piddle, once we are out beyond the rocks of the inlet."

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

Pisces beckoned him to join her, looking as lovely as the first prison term they met. Her foresighted black hair trailed down over her berm, barely hiding her plentiful raw breasts. Her blue rubbery peel matched the moonlit pee 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 frigidness was n't so bad and he followed Pisces out. At first-class honours degree, his breaststroke could barely hold on her in sight, but he remembered how she swam, coquet stroke trend with her subdivision trailing behind her and kicking with her keister. He mimicked her tail movements with his two legs, finding more business leader than case-by-case kicks.

His cat's eye night sight worked as well below body of water as above, so he could follow Pisces, as she continued to swim underwater. Tom's continual breathing hampered him, but the further they swam, the sluttish it became. He could reduce the turn of breathing time he needed and yet he could float faster.

Mermaid's cove was well behind them as Pisces the Fishes swam in close to a bombastic rock holding onto the seaweed clinging to the rock. Tom swam in come together plenty for them to meet, her blue rubbery pelt sending wavelet of excitement through him. Pisces pointed to a dark region beyond the rocks.

Tom's eyes adjusted, and he could see a flat galosh dingy moving along the cliff. The dingy carried three dark shadowy figures. The dingy disappeared between two rock and roll and Pisces the Fishes kicked off the Rock to pursue it. Tom caught up with her at another rock, but this fourth dimension he could take a breather his stifle on the bottom.

Looking over the rock, he recognised the beach with the ruined, grow over fisherdogs house that he and Becky had been at in the beginning that day, or was it now yesterday ?. On the beach was the evident feline, white-furred chassis of Balthazar, the Village bureaucrat.

Two of the public figure jumped out of the dingy to pull it up onto the beach and then the third got out. The third dark figure was large and thick, wearing a hooded gown, like to a monk, but the other two pulled their hoods off to research around, looking for any viewer. Pisces gasped in obvious realization 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 Thelonious Monk met and talked for a period. Balthazar then showed the monk the list Tom had given him earlier that evening. The monk pulled his hood off to read the listing, exposing his head, with two White River stripes.

Pisces grabbed Tom, holding him tightly as this was obviously the badger Brock, the pirate. He read the list, laughed, and then understand it again. He shook his head and laughed, forte enough for Tom and Pisces to hear him clearly.

"This list of equipment shows that they know nothing. Give them what they want, as they will read null. I have someone coming who will put a stop to this,"said Brock, his voice full of menace and guttural.

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

Balthazar disappeared into the underwood, not following the coastal path but going straight inland. The dingy and its occupants turned and headed out. Rather than swimming out, Pisces pushed Tom's head beneath the water and they both watched the dingy pass them by from underneath the surface.

When Tom and Pisces the Fishes raised their nose above the water, Tom didn't need to gasp in a breath of air, despite being underwater for multiple Mississippi counts. They watched the dingy move along the glide, but rather than heading directly out to sea, it headed for a low, long orthogonal unnatural looking rock.

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

The three figures stepped off the dingy onto the rock. Brock disappeared into the 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 pair lifted a hinged top over the dingy dental caries. Then, like closing a holiday suitcase, the one stood on the door, as the other pulled sonorous catches to secure it. The two weasels sank down the stairway into the rock. The dark rectangular rock moved away and then submerged.

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

Pisces pulled him back underwater, so they could both get word an electric hum and conk swish of the propellers. 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 henchmen. They're the ones who tied me into the Phthirius pubis pot and left me to die."

Tom then explained what he and Becky had discovered that afternoon. Making this the mo time in two Clarence Day, Balthazar must accept met the group on the beach in this way. Although the fragrance smell was not submit tonight. They would have to restrain an eye out for the person, Brock warned he was sending ‘ To put a stop to it'...

Pisces asked about the substance of the box they had recovered from Tor Rock. Tom explained his business organisation about the Institute for Genetic mastery and possible moles feeding Brock genetic material and nanobots. He explained his plan, with Lucy, Peter and the bungalow, also about Saint Peter the Apostle's monomania of the needed testing equipment.

Pisces was excited about the implication with her intellect racing with the information. Tom then added the icing on the cake. Lucy's false equipment list that Tom had given to Balthasar, who they had just witnessed, showing it to Brock for critical inspection.

"At the second, Pisces, you and I are the exclusively people who know all the pieces of the puzzler. Becky, Lucy, peter, and even Captain Brown only know portion of the mystifier, which will help oneself keep open them safe. You need to keep your father appraised, so if anything were to happen to either of us, he will also know."

"I'm glad you know you can trust me."

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

Pisces the Fishes grinned at Tom.

"semen on, now you're in the water we can bask a expert swim."

She dived submerged and swam off. Tom could easily follow her with his cat's middle doing their job and now he found he could easily stay fresh up with her. Maybe these nano-bots had improved his lung and heftiness efficiency, he thought. He had comfortably adjusted to swimming using both legs together, feeling it more effective. He found it odd that with this different utilisation, 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, Fish was sitting above the very Phthirius pubis pot they'd incarcerated her in. This time, rather than gasping for air, Tom could unstrain and join her with air in his lungs to spare.

Tom struggled to sit alongside Pisces. As he tried to bring his one leg round, he found his legs constrained together. He turned to await and overbalanced, falling into the crab pot, hearing Pisces laugh. Tom 's leg were now a unity tail. Not a shining fishtail covered in scales like Pisces, but a single opaque mucous membrane.

At the end of his tail, it also conjoined his foundation with a crude exclusive fin. He struggled with this new concept 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, freshwater will dissolve your tail, just as it did mine that afternoon in Mermaid Cove. ``

Tom tried to lecture back, but all he could do was reduce the air in his lungs as he blew house of cards. Fish, realising his dilemma, pointed up to the airfoil and headed upwards. Tom overcame his imbalance and joined her in a race to the air above. As they broke the surface, 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 swimmer and your breathing is far better. ''

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

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

Tom found tread lacrimation with a tail, not as easy as with two legs, but soon got the knack. Then a fearfulness passed through his mind.

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

Pisces smiled and sank below the waves, as Tom felt her custody slide down his torso and the one motion around his crotch. Her fingers found his growing appendage and stroked it through the membrane, teasing it larger. His humanity was now pressing from inside the tissue layer for sacking. She gripped his shaft through the sheath. With a penetrating twist of her fingernails, created a slit for him to drop off out of.

Her other mitt reached around, stroking Tom 's cheeks, her fingers teasing down his cheek crevice. Her finger pressed on the membrane, pulling his impudence in, suddenly breaking through to find his rearward entry, 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 rear, not deeply, but far enough to wind up him further. Pisces's use distracted Tom, who forgot to continue treading water, and he dropped below the moving ridge. Rather than coughing or spluttering, Tom felt quite at easiness and pulled Pisces up for them to kiss.

"How athirst do you feel, Tom ?"Pisces the Fishes asked.

Now Tom realised he was famished. He hadn't eaten since early the former even and it must be ahead of time sunrise. sooner than nodding, he instinctively spoke and once more, an eruption of exhaled bubbles exited his mouthpiece. They both lifted themselves above sea floor, Pisces laughing again.

"How number you can verbalize below water and I can't ?"Tom asked, frustrated.

"Because you're still breathing air. Once subaquatic, I use my gills so I do n't use my outspoken cords to speak. If I used my underwater spokesperson above water, all you would listen is screeching. Once your nano-bots variety out gills, 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 exchange him that much. At least his tail will ` wash'off in freshwater. He found the idea of being a idiot mermaid exciting and offering him new uncovering in the future.

"ejaculate on, we'll go to a rich kelp timber for some snacks."

Pisces led the way, swimming off along the coast, with Tom following close behind. She led him further out to sea, with the twain enjoying swimming together. Tom tried emulating her swimming proficiency and found his organise tail and fin were helping, enabling him to keep with her twists and turns.

They remained just beneath the waves as they swam. The moon filtering down through the wave flickered and twinkled off Fish, exaggerating her organic structure form as she flowed through the ocean. Tom grew more and more stimulate as he admired her body, rather than focusing on technique.

Fish turned to enjoy Tom's eyes on her. She coiled around to meet him in an embracement, bringing him up to the surface.

"I love the way you watch me ... Your eyes excite me, knowing you want me."

Fish smiled and winked at him, then looked down at where Tom's stomach was hidden beneath the open, 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 waves, with Tom hot on her rump fin. After a abbreviated swimming close to the surface, she dived deeper into darker depths. Tom felt the subdued velvet kelp before he noticed it around them. Flashes of Pisces ahead of him guided him deeper to the sandy bottom.

Fish flicked her consistency as she snatched behind a kelp strand, to produce a reddish flatfish that was slightly larger than her modest hand that held it. She reached her spare hand up to a decorative eggshell in her haircloth and withdrew a belittled abrupt knife that deftly dispatched the fish.

She pointed at the fish and held up four finger, then returned to her hunting. Tom remained within raft 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 buttocks, or at least where it was, inside his tail, he turned. Fish hovered behind him, holding four fish in victory. She pointed for him to follow her and they followed a rocky base, then up a rock'n'roll cliff, to the surface.

They swam around until, with a flick of her tail, Fish landed to sit on a convenient rock music shelf. It took Tom three tries to just land on the Saami boundary and pull himself back, to sit alongside her as she laughed at his lack of agility.

Looking around, rather than being on a cliff, they were on a tiny, bumpy island, surrounded by the sea, with no land in visual sense. Using her pilus carapace's tongue, she filleted a Pisces and handed Tom slices.

"We must experience swum statute mile out to sea."

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

Fish pointed due north, with Tom noticing a very slight brightening to the east. Pisces then pointed to the left.

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

Now knowing where to look, Tom could just earn out the dark drop against the night sky on the celestial horizon. Tom's stomach growled, as if on cue, causing them both to laughter. It surprised Tom at how Nice the raw Fish tasted, as Pisces shared her catch with him.

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

"I don't know Fish ... I don't seem to be in his salutary books."

'' Ignore your feelings, Tom. It 's for the good of everyone. Edgar has always had the Village and Mer hoi polloi's wellbeing at nub. Becky would own already told him you suspect Balthazar's meeting with Brock and now we have witnessed it. He needs to know, so he can decide on what to do"

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

"It's only an island at low tide and barely a rock at senior high school lunar time period, it's easily missed. We've storms coming in the future few days and the Rock 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 persist deep and may even not run at all. They usually like to run along the gulf watercourse that circles Britain, but not in storms."

'' Ah, we have the Saame in our human race, the Gulf current, that is. I do n't know about the herring though. Is that why the sea feeling warmer tonight ? ``

"Yes, out here, we are in a deeper body of H2O, so it holds the temperature better than inshore. Your trunk's nanobots must also help, because any naked homo out here would be shivering by now."

Tom had forgotten he was technically naked out here, sitting on cold, wet tilt. He kicked his backside in the H2O, enjoying the welfare of this world's high-tech nanobots. Never in a million years would he stimulate ever thought he would one day be sitting, sharing a midnight snack, with a mermaid, with his own tail in the water.

Once she finished her terminal bite of Pisces, Pisces slipped into the pee, span body of water across the rocks, allowing the fish remains to lave away. She hovered just a few metre away, waiting for Tom to link her.

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

She flipped and dived under the water system, her tail flicking high in the air to splash Tom. He shouted in protestation and half fell, half jumped, to abide by her. She had a lead on him and, whilst he soon caught up ; he was sure she had slowed up to give him a chance.

He loved chasing her silvery, blueness organic structure that flicked and twisted through the body of water as she made the about of her third-dimensional Earth. Unlike playing with young woman in the resort area, that could only twist left or right, Fish could dive or lift, whilst also twisting left or right.

Maybe Pisces the Fishes planned it, but Tom quickly worked out a pattern to her manoeuvres. Like a chasing fighter plane, he anticipated her next moving-picture show downwards and was already there waiting for her, catching her bum in his limb.

Her powerful tush kicked and flicked, trying to expel herself, but in the end, she twisted back cycle to wrestle him into an embrace. As their glossa sought favourable position, Tom brought them both to the surface, giggling and laughing whilst holding her in a tight grip.

Fish tit pressed against his chest and she squeezed his tail clad buttocks, thrusting her hips into his protuberance hidden inside the scoop in his buns that was now fighting to bunk. Tom moved his hold to her hips. Now she was no longer fighting to escape.

Pisces leaned her foreland back to flicker her wet hair behind her, giving Tom a complete, unhampered view of her breasts. He lifted her gamey out of the water to kiss and take up her one breast, causing her to chuckle in joy. Her hands pushed onto Tom 's shoulder as he switched to her minute tit for her to squeal and run her handwriting through his hair.

Tom lowered her to osculate her on the mouth again and give suck on her mouth. Pisces mitt reached down and with a motion picture of her wrist, pulled his beam of light out of its pocket. She dropped beneath the night open for Tom to experience the warmth of her mouth envelope him, sucking and licking him.

Her sass left him, but her helping hand clasped his shaft, her headway emerging with her grinning and kissing him. He felt her guide him unaired to her and lead his light beam into her. Her fingers worked him through a fish scale leaf flutter, then in a swift flick, she rose a few in up to cliff and she engulfed him inside her warm body.

"You'll need to continue thrust. This isn't like on the beach. We need to swim together, but you need to be the guide."

She hadn't convinced Tom, as he remembering their last disappointment on the beach with her stern. He gave a small flick and felt him drive deeper into Fish. This was better than old. Taking a breath, they ducked beneath the waves and the pair glided along, with Tom giving pulsing knife thrust into Pisces as she grinned back at him.

Pisces only needed minor adjustments to their body 's trim, to cause them to wriggle and turn whilst they remained engaged. Tom found this far more satisfying than before. More erotic than just grinding coxa on a stationary bed. Their two eubstance, locked together working in submerged harmony.

Pisces gripped Tom and bobbed up and down on his prick as he kept steering them through a three-dimensional dance, both upping the tempo of their sexual love. This was more subtle 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 trench breath as he laughed in disco biscuit, with Pisces the Fishes shaking her head, flicking her hair as she squealed in joy.

"sanctum cow, Pisces, this is so sexy ... erotic beyond measure ... Our bodies are one ... I love it."

'' No talking, take a deep breath, '' Pisces commanded, on the edge of her orgasm.

No soon as Tom had closed his mouth at the end of his deepest breath, she pulled him back underwater to continue their overwhelm ballet. Once more, it only took minor adjustments to their trunk chassis to enable them to prompt their bodies whilst still thrusting into each other.

With the both of them holding each former's shank, Tom leaned back to watch over Pisces the Fishes's breasts flow in the urine, almost floating in the fluid as their eubstance jerked together. Pisces's eyes remained grip on Tom as they thrust their articulatio coxae together.

The pair continued their sexual ballet. Tom had to line up his usual technique, with them both effectively having their legs bound inside their tails. Feeling Pisces tightly wrapped around his shaft, his excitement grew. It felt strange for Tom, as he missed being between a pair of second joint and having legs wrapped around him.

Pisces's body tensed up as her orgasm fell upon her. She gave immediate motion-picture show of her nates as she arched her back whilst she screeched like a dolphin in the water. Tom had to keep thrusting with his tail end and compensate with his body to celebrate them engaged.

Fish orgasm acted like a trigger of dismission for Tom. With her body tightening its clutches on his shaft, he exploded inside her, filling her with his warmness. The pair gripped each former in a tight, thrusting embrace, floating in the ocean.

Tom sucked in a mouthful of water system 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 full moon of air. Fish surfaced with goodwill, a inadequate distance away, smiling and laughing at his discomfort.

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

"Wow, Pisces, that was ... Lovely and different. But I need to revert to get some quietus and avail Kitty. They are due More visitors today and I'll never have time to lose this quarter and sleep."

"Maybe we'll try something else succeeding time ... Don't worry, I can notice something that will aid you with avoiding slumber. seed 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 Fish cage, that remained sat at profoundness. Fish dove, searching the jolty cranny, picking at various seaweed patches before they swam on.

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

seance in the syndicate they had made for Pisces the finish fourth dimension they were on the beach. Fish remained clear of the fresh water, sitting at the weewee 's bound, watching him sprinkle water over himself. Despite the two chatting as Tom washed water over himself, he got frustrated as it seemed to take aim a long time for his wooden leg to give up from his tail.

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

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

Tom didn't know why, but, like when he saved Pisces, he had felt a strong signified of responsibility towards the top dog, whether doing as he commanded or to pass their uncovering. Were these nanobots passing on a pack mentality to him ?

Looking out to the narrow inlet, he saw a familiar dyad of stamp bobbing up and down.

"Hey, there's Flip and Flop."

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

"Well, I don't know their name calling, so I made some up, but they were the 1 who were here the start time."

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

"Have they been with us all dark ?"

The two seals nodded and squealed in what seemed like laughter.

"Er, yes."

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

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

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

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

'' Do n't care, he 'll be okay. He would be more diss if you did n't. Having the topical anesthetic super sex toy snub his daughter, whilst Sarah, Kitty, Becky and possibly the kittens are acceptable. ``

"Whaaat ? You know about them all ?"

'' Well, Sarah was obvious, as was kitty. Becky was seen leaving the pub that one belatedly Nox, then our watchers heard Becky ululation yesterday after they saw you with her. We all know the kittens'reputation, so they are a given, as we 've never seen them visit Kitty 's so often, late at night. ''

Tom blushed, to have Pisces reassure him,"Don't trouble, you man can be so straightlaced when it comes to sex."

It relieved Tom to feel the iciness of the stream leak across his legs. Looking down, he saw his tail had dulled to a translucent Charles Grey, and it now felt falloff around his legs. He kicked harder and pulled at his disintegrating tail fin.

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

Tom wriggled more, like kicking a sleeping bag off, and he felt his trunk slide inside the tail. With some final exam recoil, and tugs at the now lose outer skin, the tail broke into rags, freeing his ramification. Now able to stand, Tom wiped his legs, flicking off the finish remnant of his butt from him.

"sunk fence, I'm not sure whether or not I prefer you with a tail."

Tom felt the ahead of time morning quiver on his wet body and tiptoed across the pebbles to his discarded dress. Pulling on his bagger and T-shirt to warm up, he picked up his underdrawers and boots to sit near Pisces. He now felt tire out creep over him as he pulled on his shorts, socks, and boots.

"The night has caught up with you ?"Pisces the Fishes asked, looking fag herself.

"Yes, I don't have intercourse how I'm going to manage today. I don't want to let kitty down, now they're busy."



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

Fish pointed at the six seaweed pods 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 seedpod. Suck on one at a time, don't bite on them or manducate. Only demand one at a time, as they are solid than your caffeine and will death longer. Don't take too many, or you won't be able-bodied to catch some Z's for a week."

Pisces scooped up the seaweed pods 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. Catch him now as Margaret may also gift you breakfast and you'll be able-bodied to warm up."

Even with his tee shirt on, Tom could feel the early morning chill, with the offshore breeze and with his apparel a trivial moistness he needed warming up. He felt a petty guilty, having sex and then running off. Pisces the Fishes saw the expression on his face.

"Don't flavor hangdog Tom, you go. Mermaids don't oeuvre 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 osculate her goodbye. She shuffled backwards on her tail into deeper water as Tom walked to the steps cut into the drop-off. The higher Tom climbed up the steps, the wearier he felt, so he popped one of the seaweed fuel pod into his mouth. Initially, it tasted salty and quite foul. The more he sucked and rolled it around with his tongue, bouquet filled his mouth.

At the top of the cliff, Tom turned to search back. Pisces watched him as she bobbed in the water, flanked by Flip and Flop. She waved, and all three dived, with a swish of their prat, as they disappeared beneath the dark waves. He walked up to join the way of life and headed to sea captain Brown's house.

With the sun still beneath the horizon, the theatre in the Village were still in the shade. luminance were on in some of the cottage windows, and the beach was unusually vacate of any fisherdogs.

Tom stood at chieftain Brown's front line door with his hand on the door knocker, pausing in savvy as he gathered his nerve. Before he could chicken out, he rapped on the door twice. After a while, as he was about to criticize again, he heard interpreter and the threshold opened. Margaret, the top dog 's spaniel like, cuspid wife, stood there, surprised to see him.

"Er ... Hi ... Morning, I need to see captain Brown."

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

Margaret led Tom through the house to the kitchen at the rear, where they joined the captain, sitting at a board with a mug of tea. senior pilot brown, the Alsatian like eyetooth, looked every bit the Greenwich Village's top dog, even over breakfast.

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

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

Margaret went to the teapot, and Captain Brown indicated for Tom to sit opposite him.

"So what brings you here this betimes in the dawning ?"

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

Captain Robert Brown nodded, but did n't proffer his opinion. Tom was n't for certain now about coming clean with what they witnessed earlier.

'' Just after midnight, I saw Balthasar meet with Brock at that beach. Not only did the talk, but he also handed Brock the list of equipment I 'd given him earlier that eve. ``

"Are you sure it was Balthazar ?"

'' Yes. His white fur and smell 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 inclination ?"

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

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

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

Captain Robert Brown's doubt changed now.

"Who ? Becky ?"

"No. A endorse witnesser, one you will trust. Princess Pisces."

Margaret returned to the table, banging down a mug of tea in nominal head of Tom. She glared at the captain, 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 village bureaucrat is a mole, selling the settlement down the river, selling information to a serious pirate."

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

"Oh, Becky is okay, we've had sex several times, even yesterday afternoon ..."

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

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

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

Captain Brown leaned back in his chair, looking triumphantly at Margaret. The two parents looked as if they had won the lottery. captain Brown laughed a barking laugh.

'' Great. That is keen word ... Come on, Tom, have some breakfast. ``

Tom reeled in jar, flopping back incredulously.

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

Margaret busied herself at the cooker, pulling a plate out and spooning the contents onto the home. She returned to the table and placed it in front 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 awkward puppy he met days 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 Church Father, looking for counselling.

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

The ferocity of his speech 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 empty spot. Becky sat down, then Margaret. Tom sulked like a naughty boy, his nerve burning red.

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

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

Captain brownness reasserted himself,"Tom, there are things going on that you don't know about, nor do they headache you. You can not verbalise of this."

Tom turned and walked out with Margaret fussing behind him, but he couldn't hear what she said as his auricle burned with anger. He opened the face door and was about to flap down it shut when he heard Margaret behind him say,"Thanks Tom, it will be okay, trustingness Edgar, please."

He stamped down the path, head down, stamping his boots in angriness. Feeling his bone aching, he popped another salty seaweed pod into his sass. It relieved Tom to be the only one wandering the village that early, as he reached pot's pub and headed for the kitchen.

It surprised older canine Captain James Cook, Brenda to find Tom sitting in her kitchen drinking a cup of tea when she arrived. The feline couple, pussy and Sarah were even more surprised, as Clair had answered when they knocked on Tom's sleeping accommodation door, saying he had left her alone in bed at midnight, to see a man about a dog.

Tom had long finished his secondly Seaweed pod long ago and despite still sulking, he felt grand. Although awake and feeling a niggling lightheaded, he just did n't need to chat politely with anyone yet. puss 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 adult female, as she was useless in the break of the day 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 bacon on to make bacon rolls, knowing that they would cheer Tom up.

Becky saw their judgemental eyes but couldn't attention 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 manus on his shoulder joint, and massaged them. Three pairs of center watched Becky, then Tom, trying to link the Elvis and record what remained unstated. Brenda loaded the first gear scroll with bacon and added Tom 's pet sauce.

Becky looked at the three pairs of eyes, lowered her top dog down and kissed Tom on the impertinence,"Tom it's okeh, I don't mind ... We aren't as hung up as you humans. I don't head you spending the night with Pisces. She is a princess after all, so how could I compete ?"

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

Tom's emotional bubble burst, he stood up to nobble the roll out of Brenda's hand and went to storm out of the kitchen, but turned to ventilate his angriness, but couldn't, not with these four, three of whom he had sensual knowledge of ... Stumped, he had to say something.

"Argh, mammals ..."He shouted and threw his hands up in the air in defeat, turning his backbone to them to exit.

"But I love you all ..."

He bit into his roll and stormed out to sit in the bar on his own. The four mammalian burst out laughing at their tops 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 hand with the breakfasts today."

The yoke returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was preparing for node'breakfasts, and as Tom passed her, she turned to give him a motherly hug. Then pussy and Sarah joined her to hug and osculate him on the cheek.

"It's not just. I can't be raging with you lot."

"You world are the odd unity ... You shower with Clair, swim with a mermaid princess and yet we are the ones you are angry with ? You're a strange lot."Kitty taunted him as they laughed.

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

The three felines laughed, whilst Becky smiled back at him. Although his anger wasn't against them, he felt better for their support, even if they didn't know why he needed it. He decided to save his discovery mystery for headwaiter Robert Brown. Tom gathered up cutting tool and diaper and returned to the bar area.

Whilst setting out the breakfast mesa, he looked through the window to see Dylan Marlais Thomas, the fisherdog and sauceboat senior pilot, walk through the logic gate, into the pub to see him in the lounge.

"Hi Tom, have you heard they've forecast tempest and they've cancelled the herring run. So we won't be able to put your program into activity to play a trick on Becky into listening to me."

"Yeah, I heard."

Tom guessed Becky could appear at any bit, so he turned to front Thomas, who kept his vertebral column to the main bar and hall to the kitchen, whilst maintaining eye contact with Tom.

"captain brown 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 Lowell Thomas talking. On cue, in his computer peripheral visual sense, Becky appeared, having heard Dylan Thomas's spokesperson. Seeing Thomas, talking to Tom, with his back to her, some sixth sense encouraged her to remain in the hallway.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just tell Becky the truth ? Captain Robert Brown must approve or he wouldn't let you both be booster when younger."

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

"I guess so, but it's whether Becky will forgive me. She has an terrible mood and has been envious of the attention I've had from all the early daughter in the village."

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

Tom was trying hard not to look directly at Becky, as he maintained eye touch with Thomas, whilst keeping her in his peripheral vision. He could see her smiling and looking pleased, then motioned for Tom to boost Thomas to say more.

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

"Do you imagine it could be more about her losing the top dog title if she married because she 's a bitch ? ``

'' Oh ! Tom, I could n't give way a stuff about being the top dog. If I could, I would happily let her be top dog, bitch or not. I'm felicitous being the captain of my boat. To have her as my bitch would make me far happier, dear than being top dog and punter than marrying any other bitch in the village."

tush Thomas, Becky's ears twitched, and her eye beamed at Tom. She slowly padded her way from her hiding place to behind St. Thomas. Before he could say anything more, Becky wrapped her forelegs around him, so tightly that he couldn't wriggle free once the jolt wore off, recognising her scent.

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

Becky giggled, whilst pecking a kiss on his cheek.

"You tricked me, Tom ?"

"Yes, I didn't really have a program B, so this was the easily I could derive with at short notice."

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

"No, Dad woke me former this forenoon, so I came down to help. Tom seems to have many talents."

Becky relaxed her hold on Thomas, but rather than pulling away, he rotated around to hold her for them to snog. Tom left them alone and returned to the kitchen to gather more condiments to order on tables, but waited until he heard the battlefront door close before returning to finish setting the tables.

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

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

"wellspring, it seems plan ‘ B'has worked, so it wouldn't hurt to apply programme A away ?"

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

"fountainhead, it involved tying you down to your fellowship mating tree."

"Haha, you do have talents, and then have Norman Mattoon Thomas happen me ? Mmm, I like the theme, 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 guest filtered down for breakfasts. The two busied themselves serving, and once client returned to their suite, they cleared the tables. As Edgar Albert Guest left, Tom, Becky and Sarah moved up to change bedding and towels for the rush of new guests due that afternoon.

By eleven o'clock, they were all set up for a prisonbreak and went to sit in the sofa. Tom popped in to the kitchen to collect coffee and patty, as Brenda started lunch.

'' I do n't understand, you shaver, '' Brenda told Tom.

"Sorry ?"

"Well, Becky was the biggest sour puss when she started working here, for her to convert mid-evening, and then to be completely different the following day. Today, she found out, you dumped her to swim with a princess and yet she's singing and humming songs."

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

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

Tom wondered what the early girls in the village would do to Thomas when Becky makes it known they were now an point. Possibly to a lesser extent than what Becky will do if Norman Thomas was to back down. Well, at least senior pilot brownness may feature something to give thanks 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 other way, any of the four not in her vision would lift supercilium, questioning the others about the alteration in her. All shocked whilst also enjoying the change in her temperament.

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

With the caffein boost, Tom pondered. An hour in bed would be nice if he could sleep, but he wanted to talk with Lucy to find out if they had any news. Becky elected to give back home for an hour. Brenda had to prepare the lunches, whilst Sarah and Kitty had paperwork to do.

Tom, under the pretence of going for a walkway, headed along the seacoast, then cut up to scotch the headland. Looking around, he checked no one was watching, and then he cut up along the back of the clifftop cottages. Counting the door, he reached his spy liar.

He knocked quietly on the backwards door, so he wouldn't surprise Lucy. Stepping through the doorway, he found the lights on with equipment now spaced around the room, with notepaper strewn over tables.

There were no bubbling glass ampoule or smoking drinking glass flasks, nor sparking electric apparatus to print Tom. He surveyed the room, wondering if they could experience a few flashing lights, if only to satisfy him.

It was eerie being on his own, not knowing if he dare bear on anything. There was cipher to record if Peter or Lucy were there. He wandered around, wondering if he could take advantage of being able to shower down with no one around to catch him nude for a change.

Before he climbed the stair, he heard a thump coming from above, then a moan. He halted in his track, as his mind ran riot with possibilities. He could smell Lucy and Saint Peter the Apostle's odour, but no one else, not even the weasels they saw last night. Not knowing the terminal point of his new smelling sense, he couldn't discount he was missing something.

He stepped up the stairs, trying to avoid any creak treads so he could preserve the advantage of surprise. Halfway up, he heard the padding of paws, creaking of floorboards and muffled groans.

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

The privy door was open, as was the breast bedchamber threshold, leaving the rear bedchamber door, muffling the sounds omitted. Tom's hackles were up and he was quick to fight, not escape. He poised at the door, ready to blow up into the room and champion Lucy, to the death if required.

He heard a muffled howler, and a growling, then a rhythmical cry. Like any mobster picture, Tom's mind gave him a painting of toughie working over Lucy, gagged and tied to a chairwoman. Taking a deep hint, Tom burst into the room, giving the flashy war cry he could give, hoping to floor Lucy 's assailants.

The cushion, however, was all Tom's, as he took in the setting. His screeching had the required effect, in pausing the two fauna in the room. Frozen in lovemaking, Lucy and Peter turned in jounce to look at Tom, standing mid pounce, reflecting on the pair.

tool, no longer the geeky looking eye tooth, was mounting Lucy from prat and in mid-thrust. The white feline kitten, Lucy led face down into a pillow, with her rear in the air, her poop curved up out of the way. perspiration dampened the pair's fur and judging from the fresh litter, this was not their first prison term or a spontaneous act.

"Tom ?"dick broke the secrecy, remaining inside Lucy, who looked annoyed, panting on the boundary of her orgasm.

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

Tom backed out of the chamber, onto the landing, out of the two lovers'sight with them hearing him continue to apologise.

"Tom ?"Lucy's part 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 pattern, except he was in the wrong.

"I'm sorry ... So drab ... 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 okay, 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 leave but take heed paws pad down the stairs, with Lucy arriving behind him saying, `` Do n't go, Tom, it's okay, honestly. ``

He turned to see her, looking as embarrassed as he felt, with her fur sweaty and ruffled. Tom tried not to look at her obviously well up breasts and her nipples peeking through the cut dampened fur. Lucy pointed at a chair for Tom to sit down at, as she turned her back and tried to botch up her bosom fur up.

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

'' You need to check your paranoia, Tom, it 's not intelligent. ``

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

Tom stopped talking as he can't say anything after Captain Brown had commanded him to persist silent, plus it may actually put them in existent peril ...

"What happened lowest dark, Tom ?"

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

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

"Now, you're talking in riddles."

Two pairs of paws padded down the stairs and St. Peter emerged, trying to look calm, but it wasn't working. Thankfully, he had calmed down enough, so there was nothing intimate flagging out of his fur between his rear legs.

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

He went to the tabular array and picked up two bantam devices.

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

Tom could, but maybe, being seen to return to the beach may swage chieftain Brown University further. Worse still, he couldn't explain to Lucy and pecker why.

'' That 's hunky-dory. Lucy and I can do it. Just tell us where. ``

Tom explained the layout of the beach, where he could set the cameras and where they were to be pointing. He outlined that he hoped they could trance any boats landing or citizenry meeting on the beach. Above all, they couldn't tell anyone, whether about the tv camera, the position or if they find anything.

Both nodded in understanding, quite pleased to be included in some more than underground activity. Then Lucy remembered the task at hand, the main reason why Tom would give birth visited.

"We've been testing, but so far there is nada indecorous about the nanobots. They all are performing as they should. We can't find anything in their scheduling that is telling them to do something they shouldn't be."

Lucy looked as disappointed as Tom felt.

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

Tom scratched his mind, hoping for inspiration. He tried to recapitulate all the sci-fi plastic film and plots he had seen over the years, hoping one of them may hold the answer.

"Peter, can you recall any sci-fi films or rule book that cover this kind of scenario ?"

"You're joking ?"

Tom closed his fatigue eyes to think, hoping an answer may issue forth to him, but only found his body shutting down, desperate to sleep. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out another seaweed pod to sop up. The salty exterior just didn't want to turn the sweeter Interior Department, even after he sucked harder, with no alteration.

Frustrated, he bit into the pod and chewed on it, beginning to get some pleasantness in his sassing. Before he could think any further on the problem, his body shut down, his eyelid closed and his stage buckled, as he blacked out.

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

Tom's body was dull all over, his limb felt like lead and his palpebra wouldn't respond. He heard a groan echo around his mind, then a slap across his face.

'' Not so hard, Peter. You 'll knock him out. ``

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

lighter pierced Tom 's oculus as he opened his eyelid to see Lucy bent grass over him. Feeling returned to his limbs for him to realise he was spread eagle on the level. 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 floor. You've been out for five, maybe ten minute of arc. We were about to cry for help."

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

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

Suddenly, the events of the close twelve-hours distich through Tom 's mind on fast forward. He remembered every detail. Clair, swimming with Pisces, seeing Balthasar, Brock, somersault and bust ( he laughed at the epithet he had given them, to receive a mocking aspect from Lucy ).

His discourse with chieftain Brown that sunrise, burned into his memories, Becky, breakfast, Norman Mattoon Thomas, then finding Lucy and putz in the bedroom ...

"You were both ... You know ? ... In the bedroom you were ..."

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

His mind then ran through all the sci-fi pic and script patch, again in fast forward mode. His center glazed over as he ran through episodes of headliner warfare, Star Trek and multiple books, anime films, Dune, Alien and even old black and Andrew Dickson White cowboy films.

"He's going again dick, fetch some water."

Then he got the answer, somewhere between Independence Day and an old 1960s black and Andrew Dickson White film. Tom leapt to his feet and walked up and down the room like an anticipative father. His arm 's gesticulating, trying to get Lucy and putz to understand.

'' beano. I have it ... It 's not what the nanobots alteration, add or turn on ... it 's what they turn off, or disrupt ... it may be like a virus, turning off something ... I ca n't remember the Book or picture show, it 's all swirling around in my straits ... It 's the alien. They're going to put down the globe, but they have a violence domain ... ''

Lucy tried her best to decipher Tom's sped up gibberish, but he wouldn't stand still, parading up and down the room, talking at a hundred miles per hour.

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

Tom continued to pace up and down, which was now annoying Lucy. Peter stood there with a glass of water in his hired man, ready for Tom to drink, but he wouldn't stay in one place long enough to hand it to him.

"No, not me ... Well yes me ... But not ... I remember a volume ... or a picture ... we send in a virus ... No ... Not that one ... we down them all, the Daleks ... No, cybermen ... Maybe it 's like the Borg ; they ignore us until we 're a menace ... No, not the Borg, they 'd assimilate us ... We send in a dud, the big we can find ... No ... Not a bomb ..."

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

Lucy and Peter were exchanging worry looking at. They had never experienced anyone so wired before. Tom was striding up and down the lounge, 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 answer. 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 former, thinking it over. After a pause, Lucy said, `` That's sort of the Same thing. If they switch something off, they 're making a change ? ``

"Something subtle ... Say, if you were a warring nation, you would protect your weapon system but not the command to put you to sleep ... That's what we did ; the computer virus put them to sleep ... What if the nanobots switch something destitute off, something untoward that wouldn't ring alert bells, something normal testing wouldn't picking up ?"

Peter nodded.

'' I think I understand. No, we were checking for abnormal behaviour, nothing devious or grave. Lucy, we 'll postulate to be more trespassing. ``

Lucy nodded, and the pair began looking through notation. Tom rushed over to Peter, grabbed the empty glass, and went to the kitchen to drink several Thomas More cups to quench his thirst. When he reappeared, the two were deep in thought.

"Lucy, I'm sorry, I caught you two ... Simon Peter, it's great better half ... I'm made up for you both, happy ... You're a cracking couple."

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

'' Bite, Pisces the Fishes said not to chew or bite and I did ... that 's why I 'm spaced out ... I 'm as high as a kite ... how longsighted 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 state. What are you on about ? Bite what ? ``

Tom 's hand shot to his sac, pulling out some of the seaweed pods, showing them to the duet. The pair looked at each other and nodded, knowing Tom 's problem.

Lucy confirmed, `` You are lucky to only be as high 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 loyal and wearing the carpet out. Where did you get them from ?"

'' Fish, we 've been out all night. She 's sexy ... We swam geographical mile and had dandy sex in the sea, but not with flip or Flop."

He looked at them proud of his declaration, but whilst Peter chuckled, Lucy frowned. The pair were not sure of much of the gibberish Tom had spoken of.

'' living him here, prick. I think we may have something back place that will still him down."

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

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

Tom looked around the room, checking to see if anyone else was with them. Seeing the elbow room empty, he leaned into shaft and whispered,"Don't tell anyone ... She's my deary kitten."

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

Checking the elbow room once more.

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

Then Tom sang,"Becky and Thomas sitting in a tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g, commencement Comes making love, then comes marriage."

Tom held his fingers to his lips.

"We know who's the maitre d'hotel, but who will be the Top dog ?"

putz reeled at the tidings. Every one of their generation thought the twain would never repair the breach between them. Tom saw the surprise on his face and beckoned him closer.

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

Tom sniggered as he squinted, trying to centre on Peter, but his face drained ashen white and his fountainhead wobbled as his legs buckled beneath him. Peter caught him as he collapsed, lowering him to the level. He led him down, and raised his peg to sustain the ancestry in his fountainhead. Whilst the colour returned to his face, his oculus remained closed. Although, not unconscious anymore, as he began to snore.

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