4 JANUARY

Returning from Black Point, - the girl met me at sea. I am glad - everything is fine with my fish - but I immediately sensed something was wrong; I pulled her out, wet, onto the deck, kissed her from head to tail, and told me: we had people, three. We climbed into the house, looking for something. She, thank God, was not seen.

Everything. The first invasion. Well, that foresaw and acted.

We have a persuasion with her: as soon as she hears the sound of someone else's motor (and she distinguishes sounds better than any equipment), she instantly goes into the sea. In case the uninvited guests catch her on land, I built a fence - she can drive him in her chair to the water. And not a single living soul should see it. She herself understands this ...

Damn, really - the end of our peaceful life? It would seem - further than we climbed, you will not climb, it is better not to hide ... Where to go? And all the pearls, be he wrong. Wendy wears his handfuls to me, and I could not stand it - I drove a couple of things at Black Point. Tried quietly, secretly ... Fool, fool, fool!

I traded the rest of my beloved for white sparkles.

***

Returned to the house - as if a herd of buffaloes had gone. Pearls, pearls - damn pulled me to light up with him! Of course, rumors about my purchases were added to it, and all together they swelled into a kind of mystical bubble: a lonely professor, x-raying the Pearl Mountains.

They didn’t take anything away, the heathens, but they torn it all down to the last plank. I'm not afraid for anything, except for my fish, my girl. If only she hadn't brought anyone in two weeks. (After two weeks, the tail grows together with us, and I will remove the tire; and until then, the fish cannot swim far and fast, and therefore is tied to my house). I will not leave; while I'm here, they won't dare to descend here. And dare - they will regret.

***

JANUARY 6

For more than a month now, Wendy has been with me.

She has changed unrecognizably. He reads faster than me - “suffices” the text in blocks - and you cannot save enough of books on it. In the human life is oriented, as if she lived among people for many years; to greedy questions - we talk with her for hours; She is interested in everything in the world, and often puzzles me. Her thinking is a separate topic (sometime about this - more and more serious).

She does not transfer to our food, following my strict instructions, even though chips and sweets beckon her like a child. Watching, zealously fulfilling the post of mermaid nutritionist. Riding in his chair, like a real hard-hander, overtakes me, squeals - pleased!

Favorite, clean, affectionate, curious, impossibly adorable, gentle, brilliant child. Sweet, adorable, sensual. She is my wife, but in my feelings for her there is something of a father. And in her caresses - something childish is, desperately sincere: only children can know how to forget and give themselves away.

She is a girl, and she is taller, cleaner, more talented, smarter than me. When I fuck her - to the delight of sex is mixed in and a slice of feeling, as if I had sat a little girl on my knees, I was dumb with her head, I see how she is baldeat ... finished off up to faint. Loves to fuck my foal.

Walking with her around the island. I feel more confident on land than I am in the water.

***

Water. Water is vital to her; water separates us. Two worlds, two elements - to whom, if not to the natural scientist, to understand the whole gulf between them? But we overcome it; we love each other, we - together, we are family. Wendy sleeps in the pool, or in the bathroom, or on the beach (I dug a hollow for her - “sleeping bay”). Yes, we will never sleep at night in bed, under a blanket; but I seem to be getting used to sleeping with her in the water. If it is not near, at the side - I do not fall asleep. I can not sleep.

We spent the night in the pool, in the “sleeping bay” - it’s wonderful, it clings to me, it clings, sniffles on my chest, the water is warm - the main thing is to harden, not to catch a cold. That's what you and the doctor, Alister Douglas. Doctor, heal yourself!

A few times, curiosity, climbed into my bed.I was happy, but - alas, the fabric is contraindicated to her, as well as the clothes: it absorbs all the moisture and the girl is dry. She really liked the soft mattresses and pillows, she liked that you can wrap yourself in a blanket, and she told me:

- I also have a favorite soft spot. It is softer than your bed, much softer. I adore this place! I'll take you there ...

Wow! Crawled up, hooligan, between the legs - and licks ... !!! Then I will continue.

***

JANUARY 8

Wendy's “soft spot” is on another island.

We went there by boat. I assumed anything - grass, sand, flowers, hay - just not what I saw.

And I saw ... dirt. A huge shallow blue clay. Low tide, the sea moved away - and opened two or three hectares of smoothly washed clay, glistening in the sun, like steel.

My wonder calls me, squeals, laughs, - “it's good there !!! soft, fun, nice !!! ... "From the very first step, stuck above the knee; and Wendy, like a snake, wriggles, tightens herself with her hands, the whole gray-blue already, under a layer of clay - you can see neither scales nor skin, - and shouts: “further, further! There is the softest! ... "

Lay down and crawled after her. Immediately he smeared like a pig. Madhouse! But ... very soon I felt with surprise that I was both soft, and very pleasant, and fun, as in childhood - despite my all-embracing medical disgust.

Another minute ... and - we fuss, squish, daub, we pound, chomp, burrow, dive and snort like real piglets !!! It is impossible to describe it! ... We throw soft lumps, bury each other, slap, spank ourselves, jump, jump - and just flop, getting wild pleasure from the fact that we are in the thick of this viscous jelly, and there is no living place for us!

Lord, to whom we were like! I would see my mom ...

Very soon, a miracle asked: "make me sweetie." Sex in clay, well, well! ... I wanted right here, without delay - I managed to arouse a great deal already, and to tear my handsome man apart; I had to explain that I could not cram clay into her womb.

We crawled to the water, washed my machine (aaaa !!! how to describe THIS pleasure?), - sat on it, like a sled, swam into her hole, slippery, soapy - and rode the girl back! She just gasped.

I'm going, I glide on it - and I fuck her, and with every jerk I push forward! Squeals, laughs, groans happily, like a child with ice cream ... And I adapted myself - to ride it on clay and fuck it tasty, - my knees bent, my legs arched parallel to the mud, like skis, I hold the girl by the sis, behind the wheel, and rushing around the mud lagoon, like a stadium!

Skated so do not know how much. Finally, I wanted to fuck her with force, seriously, - I slowed down, put pressure on the girl, slapped her like a piston. And if you crush her nipples through the clay - she is slippery, sweet, she just wolf howls, arches, the head presses into the clay ... Then I decided to bury it. Ebu, I increase the pressure - and I smear it with clay myself, I bury it on both sides. Howls, snorts, spits - useless. He buried it and covered it from all sides - here it came to an end: it sounded under clay, trembled - and the gray monster burst free, screaming, screaming, jumping under me, throwing me up to the skies ...

God, as well.

I'm crazy. We are crazy.

***

JANUARY 9

When she comes under me, I'm on her like on a wild mustang. Strong, flexible ... gentle, my wonderful. When I fuck her - I lose all reason. So here: all thoughts are knocked out, everything is superfluous, all the crap that has soured in me for thirty-three years, only delight, tenderness, unity remains ...

However, I get sick. I slept in the water. Nonsense! I'll beat the infection with labor, energy, deeds ... All the bacteria will die ...