“Honey, thank you so much for last night. You’ll never know how much that meant to me,” Randy said, kissing her on the cheek while pouring her orange juice from the mini-fridge.
“I’m glad you liked it. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But I swear, there must be something hallucinogenic in your semen,” she said.
“Oh, really?”
“I dreamed all night long about beautiful flowers. Thirty or forty different kinds of flowers. First I would see a bud, then the flower would open, make seeds, and then wither and die. Then I would see another bud, and a different kind flower would open, make seeds, and then die. It was strangely beautiful,” Evelyn said. “I feel different . . . different inside. A feeling of belonging. I don’t know how to put it into words.”
Randy knew just what she meant. He couldn’t put his feelings into words either.
* * *
Randy and Evelyn had been home from their trip for a few days and over a week from the ‘event.’ They sat by their pool with some 80’s music playing in the background. The two had never felt closer. Randy knew it had something to do with his fish encounter and something to do with the oral sex that night.
“Randy, I feel sick,” Evelyn said.
Randy had been in a trance while working a crossword puzzle. “Huh, sick? Can I get you something?”
“I don’t know. I’m seeing tiny spots. I feel like I’m falling. I have vertigo or something.” Evelyn rose from her chair. Goosebumps popped up on her arms. “I’m going to go in and lie down.” But before she could take two steps, she fell to her knees in front of the pool, and vomited into the deep end.
“Evelyn! Are you okay? Did you have to puke in the pool?” Randy sprang from his chair and went to her side.
‘“I’m sick, damn it. Just throw in some more chlorine,” she said, spitting.
A jelly like mass floated just above the water’s surface by the edge of the pool.
“Randy, what is that?”
Randy looked and saw what ‘that’ was. Expecting to see the remains of her turkey sandwich from lunch, instead, he was looking at a ball of tiny white sacks, with little things inside. “I’m . . . I’m not sure. It sort of looks like fish eggs”
“Fish eggs? I haven’t eaten any fish eggs.” Evelyn had recovered enough to stand and rinsed her mouth out with lemonade.
The two watched the mass of eggs sink deeper in the water toward the middle of the pool.
“Turn off the pump,” Evelyn said.
“Why?”
“They’ll be sucked up in the drain,” she said. “I don’t know why, but I feel we must protect those eggs.”
Strangely, Randy felt that way too.
* * *
Having a pool made the Garretts popular in the summertime. Randy and Evelyn had four couples over to celebrate the fourth of July. It had been a tradition of sorts for the past three years.
Domestic and imported beers iced in a cooler awaited thirsty guests. A plastic table had been set with rum, vodka, gin, and whisky for those who didn’t like beer. Hard liquor worked better as liquid encouragement for the women to go skinny dipping later.
The pool had been set with a net across for volleyball. The men took the side at the five foot level and the women the three foot to keep the game fair. Randy had a reputation for taking the game a little too seriously. His aggressiveness tended to increase proportionally to his alcohol intake.
Today, though, he didn’t go overboard. Everyone was having fun, playing game after game, and downing drink after drink.
Randy served the ball harder than usual, and it landed outside of the pool on the patio area. Evelyn left the pool and picked it up. She gave Randy a questioning expression by lifting her eyebrows. He nodded his head slightly in return. Now was the time.
“Cindy, Tricia, Lori, Tracy, let’s go inside and get dinner started. Most everything is made. We just have to take it out of the fridge and cook up the meat on the grill,” Evelyn called out to the girls.
“I’ll help,” Bob, Cindy’s husband, volunteered.
Randy moved over to Bob, and whispered to him, “No, Bob. Stay here. I’ve got something special for just the men.”
Bob gave Randy a sneaky wink of affirmation. “Never mind,” he hollered.
The women had gone in the kitchen and the sliding glass door closed when Bob asked, “Okay Randy, what’s the secret?”
“Secret? What secret?” Jim asked, with Blake and Duane looking curiously at Bob.
Randy smiled big. “Guys, you’re not going to believe what I have to show you.” Before anyone could ask, he swam to the deep end and dove down.
On the bottom lay a rectangular shape covered by a blue tarp. Randy removed the tarp exposing a three by six foot cage and opened the door on the side.
He came up for air and swam back to where his buddies were all eagerly awaiting to learn what was behind this mystery.
The men stood chest high in the water. Randy joined them wearing an evil grin on his face.
“What the fuck, Randy?” Jim said. “What were you doing down there?”
“You’ll see.” Randy chuckled.
Blake was the first to notice. “Hey, something just swam past my ankles. There’s fish in here!”
Bob was the first to feel it. “Hey! A damn fish just went up my shorts! Ahhhhh!”
Jim, Blake, and Duane cried out in surprise as determined, large mouthed fish invaded their swim trunks.
“Guys, take it easy. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Trust me,” Randy said, with his hands raised in the air.
The tension on the three men’s faces started to relax as the fish had their penises secured firmly in their insides, and secreted their mind and body altering chemicals.
Expressions of pleasure replaced the contortions of anxiety as the fish delivered orgasmic warmth. The men struggled to keep their head above water.
Soon the hypnotic spell broke. The men turned their attention back to Randy. All now shared the same sense of oneness.
“The fish will totally disappear shortly. Act like nothing has happened. You’ll know what moves to make and when to make them when the time comes. You’ll just have to trust me,” Randy said.
The four nodded. By the time the food was ready the fish had completely dissolved. The party continued late into the night until tiredness finally wore the last one down. The four couples said their goodbyes and left for home.
“Did you have much trouble in the pool?” Evelyn asked.
“No. No trouble at all. It happened quicker than it did with me, smoother too. I guess those things are still evolving,” Randy said. “It’s late. Why don’t you go to bed? The food is all put away. I can help you with the cleaning in the morning.”
“That’s a really good idea,” Evelyn said.
“I’m going to check my email. I’ll be to bed later.” Randy yawned.
Evelyn kissed Randy on the cheek, took a shower, and went to bed. She died five minutes later in her sleep.
Randy finished reading his email and was surfing some of his favorite porn sights.
One of the thumbnail photos immediately captured his attention. A slutty looking blonde haired bimbo was in the middle of two naked men, on her knees, with her hands on each of their enormous cocks. Randy clicked on ‘play,’ and the blonde went to work, stroking and licking each one.
Randy became totally mesmerized at the sight of the low hanging penises. His eyes glazed and his jaw dropped. His mouth formed a large O shape. Unknowingly, his lips opened and closed in rhythm to each stroke.
Taunting like a squirming worm dangling on a hook, Randy wanted to strike as the penises became further engorged. A craving to seize a penis in his mouth overwhelmed him. He wanted to bite it—gnaw on it with his teeth.
There was nothing sexual about his insatiable new hunger. Revenge on mankind clouded his mind for what they had done to the ocean.
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