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Changes in Paradise: Part 10 - Re-adjustments, Reprisals, and Revelations By Patricia ***** Pat floated on her back in the open sea just outside the mer's entrance to their "home" in the western caves. The moon was a mere sliver of light, nearly lost among the vast swath of stars that flowed across the dark expanse of the sky. What a lonely little moon, Pat thought to herself as the small waves pushed her body back and forth. I know just how you feel. You were once of this earth, she thought, and now you are slowly slipping away. Like the moon, she felt that her sense of the world was slipping further and further away, even as she was sure that the world would soon be knocking on their door. She sighed, filled with a growing sense of foreboding, a fear that sharpened as she felt her daughter stir in her womb. She and John agreed on "Maureen" for their impending daughter's name, which honored Pat's own Celtic heritage and meant, "born of the sea" in Gaelic. Her entire pod decided on names in the wake of Liga's premature delivery. Naming did not lessen her unease, and tonight, waves of fear washed over her. Was the sharp sliver of pain in her chest more than fear of the future; was it fear of childbirth, she wondered? Maybe she was simply grieving the loss of her own family--she had two siblings, after all. Would she ever see her brother and sister again? Pat watched the sky as the waves pushed her back and forth, feeling her hair caress her shoulders, back, and sides as her breasts rocked up and down. She could sense a shark wending its way towards her, but she knew that it would pass her by. The sea was full of activity, even in the dark of night, and Pat reached out as far as she could with her mer-senses. There was nothing large in the water anywhere nearby. She was alone, for the moment, and she felt alone, as a mermaid. It had been so strange, wonderful but strange, all these changes. A little over two years ago, she had been a man. Now, she was a mermaid. She imagined her older brother, Cory, meeting her for the first time. He was very religious, and he had disapproved of Patrick's wandering, scientific, environmental-activist lifestyle. The last time they spoke, nearly five years ago, he argued that evolution was bunk, and that everything was pre-ordained by God. All Patrick had to do, Cory urged, was to "let go and let God." Right. Pat almost smiled to herself, thinking of what her brother would say if he, like Liga, was forcibly changed into a mermaid. How would he fit that change into his worldview? Would that make her invention of the goop an act of God? Maybe, she thought. Maybe. She looked out into the deep darkness of the sky, wondering how many other civilizations there were out there among the countless stars and galaxies. Were there mermaids out there too? Could they help protect their fledgling community of mers? Cory was like many people Pat remembered, always puzzled as to why someone should spend their life trying to save people and the planet rather than save the people's souls. They had fought countless times after Pat had gone to college, and (his) older brother disapproved of Pat's views on life, religion, the universe and everything. There was only one bright light, she thought to herself; her parents were already dead. The thought of introducing herself to them was worse than anything Cory could do. Her sister, Bridget, was a different story. She was the eldest, Patrick was the youngest, and was the only girl: but not any more, Pat thought ruefully. Bridget mothered both of her younger brothers, but Patrick had always felt especially close to her. Now she taught high school English in a rural school in Oregon and was something of a free spirit. Bridget had been married once, but now Pat suspected that she was either in a Boston marriage or an outright lesbian. Pat smiled as she imagined her sister's face when she heard the news from Mermaid Island. Bridget would be totally cool with her new sister. Hopefully, Hank and Janice would be able to find her. As for the rest of humanity, Pat thought, well, they were going to be in for a big surprise. She was hopeful that enough people would be accepting, and perhaps some like Sally and Eric who would eagerly seek to join their community. But she knew her brother, and he would react with fear and loathing. She cataloged all the conversations that she had had with the other mers about their families, pasts, and suspicions about the "real world." Galina and Alexis in particular were adamant that the Russian military would stop at nothing to exploit the siren cell. None of the mers completely trusted their previous governments, and Gabriel was more worried about religious extremism than secular government reaction. Pat's fears throbbed in her chest. How could they re-enter the world without becoming pawns to some military group, or the scientific community, or simply becoming sideshow freaks? There were far too few mermaids to insure that someone or some country that wanted to use mermaid milk or mermaids themselves for nefarious purposes would leave them alone at best, or kidnap some or all of them at worst. She felt completely vulnerable, especially with her daughter growing within her body. Her heart pounded as she thought of Maureen trapped in a secret tank in the Nevada dessert, probes attached to her body as faceless scientists drew fluids from her small form. She pushed that thought from her mind, and focused again on the stars and the small sliver of the moon. She felt Maureen stirring in her womb again; her baby had both doubled in size in the last month and become more active. Maureen's flukes pushed gently against the sides of her womb as the little mermaid rolled over, her tail pressing on Pat's cervix. Would she go into early labor like Liga? She ran her hands over her now swollen belly, up along her not quite trim waist to her breasts that were pointing into the night air as she lay horizontally along the surface of the waves. Soon her breasts would be giving nourishment to her daughter, and she briefly wondered which of the two boys, Trevor or Robbie, would come to know the special joy she felt as she tweaked her nipples in the starlight. She flicked her flukes out of the water, spraying her torso and face with water, and she rubbed the weariness from her eyes. The cool, salt water felt good, as she stared into the night sky. She raised her head, looking down at her body, watching it float effortlessly along the surface. How did she do that, she suddenly wondered, the scientist in her awakening. Normally, when mermaids were completely relaxed or sleeping, their natural buoyancy was a few meters below the surface of the water. Yet, now she was easily staying on the surface of the water with no movements of her fins or flukes. Well, if it works with conception, Pat thought to herself, the links between what a mermaid's mind was thinking and how her body responded was worth exploring. She focused her mind on not floating. After a few seconds of mental effort, she started sinking. She continued her focus on relaxing and continued to drift down. She noted that she was in the normal mer vertical position about three meters below the surface. She focused on becoming heavier, on sinking, and after a few seconds, she started to sink again, gaining speed as she concentrated. For several minutes, she descended into the dark water, gaining speed as she kept concentrating. She could feel the water pressure growing, pressing in on her, but not nearly as much as she thought it would. After five more minutes of concentration, she could feel the water rushing past her as she sank like a rock. She remembered back to the thrill of salvaging the Russian submarine, descending into that dark world hundreds of meters below the surface. As her mer-vision adapted to the near blackness of the sea around her, she looked up along the sheer underwater cliff that ran down from the western side of Mermaid Island and estimated that she was at least two hundred meters down, but the pressure against her body didn't feel much more than two atmospheres (about 29 psi), or the equivalent of 10 meters under water. The mers had simply taken it for granted that they could survive in deep water, but now she was engaged by the puzzle. She concentrated on stopping, staying at this depth, and very quickly, she stopped moving. How was she doing this? She reached out with her mer-senses, focusing on her own body. She was comfortable, but there was a slight tightness along her tail, spine, and dorsal ridge. She looked down at her tail, and noticed that it was flickering very faintly in a pattern that started in her dorsal ridge and radiated down and around her tail in regular waves. Her elbow fins were also flickering with the faintest lines of energy. These were not the same patterns of light emitted during sex, she noted. Their sexual luminescence was wildly random, flicking across their tails like a summer storm, bright, intense, and chaotic. These faint flickering patterns were regular and uniformly shaped. She reached out into the black sea with her hands, and felt a slight increase in pressure press against her hands and wrists. The water felt colder further away from her torso. She drew back her hand, and then repeated the experiment to each side. She found the same result, about eighteen inches (45 cm) out from her body, the pressure of the sea was slightly more, but within that circle, the pressure appeared to be a little more than about two atmospheres. She remembered some of the mers complaining that their hands were sore as they salvaged the Russian submarine, but now she suspected that it was not soreness from over work but rather from the intense chill and pressure. She focused on floating, and tried to pay attention to what her body was doing. She felt a slight surge of tingling along her spine and dorsal ridge, most of the tingling originating in her dorsal ridge between her hips and knees. She twisted around and could see that her fringe along her entire dorsal ridge was stiff and straight, rising up from her back like the teeth of a rake, which explained the tension she felt along the entire length of her dorsal fringe, from her shoulder blades to her flukes. The tingling seemed to originate in her upper tail. That was the location of the mer's third or lower electrical organ. Perhaps their third organ created an electromagnetic field of some kind, one that shielded them from the intense pressures. If it was an electromagnetic field, it did not appear to extend much beyond her body. Her body was now rising, and she relaxed her focus on floating and returned to the puzzle. The electromagnetic field did not circle outward from her core, like similar fields generated by planets or magnets. It appeared to be bound up inside her body, limited to the surface of her skin. Perhaps the nano-structured skin and scales that made their bodies hydrophobic also focused and transmitted whatever force their lower organ was producing. Going back in her mind, she remembered the autopsies. The dark, gray fibers that left the lower organ on Agba and Angara followed the same body channels as their nerves from their spinal chord, but those fibers, unlike the ones from both the middle and upper electronic organs, did not intersect with their neural network. Those gray filaments had mirrored their nerves throughout their body, but did not meet. The top organ was attached directly to the spinal cord, and the middle organ made several connections between the top organ and bottom one, but other than that, the top and bottom systems did not intersect. Without an electron microscope Pat could not begin to map how their electromagnetic organs, nerves, and skin structures might be working together, and she suspected that the nano-structures that made their skin both strong and soft contributed to the process. Perhaps it was like superconductivity, she mused. The right materials in the right alignment allowed a normally weak force to be stronger. As she neared the surface, her ears popped, reminding her of playing in a pool as a youngster. She saw that her tail was no longer luminescent, and could feel that her dorsal ridge was now relaxed. She also sensed someone approaching from the entrance to their caves, three someone's, in fact, three very special someone's. John, Danni, and Phoebe emerged from the underwater tunnel and made their way towards Pat. For a brief instant, a small part of her resented the intrusion into her solitary reflection, but that part was banished as the warmth and love from her pod washed over her. "Can't sleep?" asked John, as he rose upwards with her. "No," she answered, as her head broke the surface into the night air, followed by her tail rising to the surface of the water. "Maureen?" asked Danni, as she allowed her tail to rise, floating horizontally next to Pat. "No," Pat answered, rubbing her swollen tummy. "She's quiet tonight." "Well Freya is kicking up a storm," Danni complained, running her hands across her slowly undulating belly. "What were you doing?" asked Phoebe. "We could sense you for a while, but then you disappeared from our mer-senses. That's why we came out looking for you." "Experimenting," Pat answered grinning. "I think I may have discovered how we survive depths and such, but we can work on it later and try to confirm my suspicions. How's Cynthia doing?" "She's quiet," Phoebe answered. "What brought you out here, before you started experimenting?" "And woke us up?" added John. "That is one disadvantage to mermaid bonding," Danni said. "Your headache is everyone's headache." "Oh, I was just worried about everyone that is headed our way," Pat answered with a sigh as all three of her pod-mates surrounded her. "We have Bill and Mae, Sally's Dad, Alberto's boss, and who knows else all ready to pounce on our little slice of paradise." "And Hank and Janice," Danni added. "What about Hank and Janice?" asked Phoebe. "I thought they were on our side?" "They are, but Robbie is either going to be a merman or a mermaid, and either way, we're going to have to explain why we allowed that to happen," Danni explained. "I'm not worried about Hank and Janice," John said dismissively. "I talked about that possibility before they left. Janice even predicted Robbie would become a mermaid." "Oh, well. Good. Because I'll bet that Trevor won the wrestling match," Danni said. "No way. The match was Robbie's idea, and you saw how much weight he put on in the last three weeks. You're on," Phoebe said. "What's the wager?" "Five un-requited orgasms," Danni said with a smile. "You're a horny little mermaid," Phoebe said. "Well, is it a bet?" Danni asked. "It's a bet," she agreed. "Um ... it is midnight, and we all need rest," John reminded everyone. "Can we go back to sleep?" "I'm sorry John," Pat sighed. "What am I going to say to Bill and Mae? Even better, what am I going to say to my family when we finally contact them again?" "Bill and Mae are easy, don't worry about them," John reassured her. "Cory hasn't come looking for you, has he?" Pat shook her head. "We have no idea how successful Hank will be in convincing them to visit, especially since he can't tell them the truth." John said. "I know you're worried, but you do have a family, one that loves you very much." "Oh, John," Pat said. "I didn't mean that you and?" "We know you didn't mean anything like that," John gently cut her off. "And we can only do what we can do. First, let's worry about Malaki, Sally's father, and the rest of the world. Then we can worry about our family members." "I guess you're right," Pat agreed. "But I still worry." "We will work it out," Danni reassured her. "Something big is going to break through for us, I can tell." "How?" Phoebe asked skeptically. "Women's intuition," Danni answered, caressing Phoebe's breasts. "Oh, and what is your woman's intuition telling you now?" Phoebe asked as her breasts reacted to Danni's touch. "That the lively little mermaids in our bellies would calm down if we attended to some quality bonding time," Danni said, letting her tail sink and wrapping it around Phoebe's. "I really like your thinking. Let's go back to the cave," Phoebe said, her breathing rising as Danni caressed her body. "Not before I take some of your action," Pat said. "You want some of this ... ooohhh ... action?" Phoebe asked, as Danni pinched her nipple. "Five unrequited orgasms says Trevor won," Pat said, wrapping her own tail around her sister-wives', pressing her belly to their equally swollen bellies. "Oh, you want a piece of that action?" Phoebe challenged, struggling to maintain her composure as her sister wives caressed her breasts, belly, and tail. "Fine. Double it." "What?" Pat said. "You want to give us each ten if we win and us give you ten if you win?" "Yep," Phoebe said. "You're on, chump!" Danni said giggling. "John, do you want some of this action?" Pat asked. "The only action I want is back in the Moon Pool, with each of you pressed against MY body," John said, cocking an eyebrow at his mermaids. "Last one back is on my fins for the first two rounds," he said as he turned for the caves. All three mermaids giggled and squealed in delight, turning into the water and giving chase to the merman who retreated before them. Pat was last, but she didn't mind. Maureen decided that it was a good time to test out her tail in the womb. But Danni was right, after a few quality orgasms, everyone, including the mermaids in their wombs, settled back down to sleep. ***** Rose blinked in the early morning light, her hair falling across her face as she eased into wakefulness. Her eyelids languidly opened and closed, while she remembered the previous evening. She and Trevor had made love countless times; their last coupling was in the hot tub in the starlight. She smiled at the memory, but something was pressing into her thigh, a warm stiffness that poked into her soft, round leg. She carefully eased herself away from Trevor's morning hard on, rolling onto her back. She could feel her breasts shift as she settled herself back into the bed. She glanced over at Trevor, who was still sound asleep, his breathing even, his lips parted, and his blond hair pushed up into a faux-hawk. She smiled at his hair, his bed-mussed-head, and reached across her body to smooth it down, feeling the mass of her own breast getting in her way. She stopped reaching, and looked down at the cleavage she had created, a cleavage that she had never before possessed. Her breasts; she never thought that she would ever have to think about such a thing. Why was she so accepting of her change? Was that normal? She would have to talk to the other mermaids who were formerly men about their experiences. She relaxed her arm and watched as her new breasts returned to their previous positions, her nipples pointing into the cool morning air. God, what would her parents think of her now, she wondered. Who were her parents recruiting to be her (Robbie's) pod-mates? What would happen when they got here and discovered that Robbie was no longer qualified to be a pod-leader. Who would not become Trevor's pod-mates now that Rose had become one? What would her sisters think? Would they become her new pod mates with Trevor? Shouldn't she be more worried about her sex change? Should her body feel this wonderful? She blinked as the questions rushed through her still sleepy mind. But she was not worried, she answered herself, and her new body did feel wonderful, she grinned remembering last night's orgasms. There was one question, however, that would not be dismissed, one that she now focused on with eager anticipation. What kind of mermaid would she become? Her breathing quickened as she mused on her impending change. Mermaid ... mermaid ... wait, there was something tickling her along her back. She eased herself up from the bed and went over to the mirror, twisting to look at her back. She pulled her long and thick hair over the front of her shoulder and looked at her long and shapely back. Two long strands of red skin stretched from above her shoulder blades down to the small of her back on either side of her spine. The strips narrowed until they were a point about an inch above the two dimples that marked the top of her ass. Her gills were appearing, and they should be ready after one more feeding later in the morning. She swayed her hips, watching her body move back and forth move in the mirror. She loved the feeling of weight along her hips, rather than along her torso when she was a guy. She could feel her new body parts move--her breasts and her hips--and she loved the way her waist felt so insubstantial, so thin. She turned in profile again, admiring the curves and slopes her body possessed. There was still enough of Robbie left inside that she was in lust with her own body. Her breasts hung like two large teardrops from her chest, their soft contours bulging away from her ribs. Her new nipples crinkled tightly as she watched her arousal grow, rising from the pink areolas at the center of each breast. She ran her hands down her torso, feeling her waist narrow down before flaring out to her hips. Her fingers traced the line of muscle that arched down from the top of each hip, flowing forward around her belly, tapering to a vee above her pubic hair. Beneath the soft tuft of hair, she could see her vagina swelling, opening, becoming wet. She imagined her legs growing into a tail, a bright red tail. She turned and looked at Trevor, still sleeping, and felt her cunt twitch in anticipation. She walked around the other side of the bed and examined Trevor's back. There were two strands of red skin on his back too. She reached out with her fingers and stroked the red patches very lightly. Trevor moaned in his sleep, shifting away from her touch. She giggled softly and eased her body down onto the bed behind him, pressing her body along his, feeling her nipples press into his nascent gills, her belly pressing into the small of his back. She reached around the still sleeping man and carefully grabbed his stiff cock. She remembered back to the last time she masturbated as a man, only two days ago, and she smiled at the memory. She had no regrets, and she could still play with a cock anytime she wanted to, she thought as she slowly stroked Trevor's stiff penis. "Now that is what I call an alarm clock," he said huskily. "Today's weather calls for a one hundred percent chance of fucking," Rose said softly into his ear. "With strong orgasms coming down from the north. The five day forecast calls for increased fucking as mer tails develop within the western caves." "What are the latest developments in business news?" he asked. "Stock prices are rising," she said as she grabbed the base of his penis and gave it a good squeeze. "And the market looks forward to sustained growth in key areas." "Entertainment?" he asked. "A rising star of beach and lagoon was spotted last night at Club Hot Tub," she giggled. "Where a handsome young stud gave her a thorough going over on the dance floor. Spectators were left breathless with the skill the two dancers exhibited." "And sports?" he asked. "In baseball news today," she said. "Rookie Trevor Green hit five home runs last night with no errors. Rumor has it that he will repeat this extraordinary feat in a day game this morning." "Rookie?" he challenged. "Weren't you a virgin?" she teased. "You mean, I'm not *gasp* your first?" "No, and no one plays baseball in the morning," he said as he felt her rubbing her breasts across his back, which felt more sensitive than it had previously. "That's fine," she said, licking and kissing his neck. "Because I don't want to play baseball." "What do you want to play?" he asked, feeling her stroking increase in speed and strength. "I think you can figure it out, if you're smart enough," she said, kissing and nipping his shoulders and neck. "Tiddlywinks?" he asked. "Nope," she giggled, swirling the drops of precum around his crown with her index finger, watching his hips twitch as she pushed and pulled on his cock. "Maybe you really were a virgin?" "Backgammon?" he asked, squirming at her increasingly frantic touch. "Guess again," she said, biting down on his shoulder hard enough to make a mark. "Hide the sausage?" He squawked as he felt her teeth nearly break skin. "Close," she giggled, kissing him where she had marked him. "Pluck a Rose?" he asked. "Fuck the Rose," she demanded, pulling him onto his back by his cock. "How about the Rose fucks me?" he asked as he looked up at her body, her breasts pressing into his stomach. "Tempting, but I have something else in mind," she said. "And what would that be?" he asked smiling. "We are about to lose our legs," she said. "And I want to lose them; I can't wait to become a mermaid. So, I want to make love standing up, with you behind me, because that position will never again be available to us." "Deal," he said rising, his cock bouncing. "Where?" "Over here," she said, rising and crossing to the window of the hut, overlooking the lagoon far below. She took his hand as he crossed to her, and placed it on her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen further under his hand. She reached up with her other hand and guided his face towards hers. "I'm so happy we didn't wait," she said as she kissed him. Trevor felt her generous lips envelop his, her tongue seeking his, and her body pressing up into his. He cupped her ass with one hand and ran the other over the small of her back, feeling her tiny waist and the rough patches of her newly formed gills. She moaned into the kiss, and reached down to stroke his cock. Trevor reached around her hips and felt her crotch and found it dripping. "God, you're so hot," he said, pushing two fingers into her, feeling her abdomen tense. Rose shuddered as his insistent fingers wiggled into her new vagina, his other hand resting on her heaving chest, her nipple pressed into his palm. Her eyes were lidded with passion, and she jerked on his cock, barely able to control her limbs. They continued to stimulate one another, watching each other's faces as their passion built. "I want you," she said, twisting around, forcing his fingers from her, and resting her arms on the sill of the window. "Now." She lowered her shoulders and pushed her hips up, rising on her tiptoes, thrusting her butt towards him. Her breasts dangled heavily from her ribs, brushing the windowsill as she gyrated her hips. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, flowing like a river of ink over her pale white skin. She spread her feet slightly, feeling her sex open like a wet flower, her juices running down her legs. "Take me," she said, panting with need. Trevor grabbed his stiff cock and aimed it at her pink lips, and slowly pushed it into her. She moaned as each inch stretched her open, her flesh rippling around the pole as it snaked its way into her, her hips swaying back and forth as together they worked his stiff pole into her body. When he bottomed out, he grabbed her hips and steadied them, moving his own hips instead, feeling his cock slide wetly within her. "You're so wet," he said. "Ummmmm, you have no idea," she said. "I can't tell you how good it feels." "Try," he said. "Ohhhhhh, why?" she moaned. "Are you thinking of ... ummmmm ... becoming a mermaid too?" "No," he said, pulling out slightly and then pushing back in. "I want to know what you're feeling." "Oh, god," she gasped, feeling his strong cock move through her body. "Every part of me is on fire, burning?uugh, that feels good," she said as he bottomed out again. "I can feel your cock in me, stretching me, filling me," she whimpered, barely getting the words out of her mouth. "I love the way you grab my hips, pulling me onto your cock. I love the way my breasts sway with each stroke, and my nipples feel like little erections." "Keep talking," he said, increasing his speed. "Oh ... my ... insides ... are ... squeezing ... your ... big ... cock," she grunted with each stroke. "My ... legs ... are ... turning ... in ... to ... jelly." Trevor could see her start to lose control, and he took her body weight into his arms, lifting her toes off the floor. "Oh ... god ... oh ... god ... oh," she moaned. He watched her slender back and shoulders as each stroke rippled up her back. Her ass shook, and then her spine took the force of each impact, and her breasts swung in circles below her chest, bulging outward as they swung madly with the force of his strokes. Her shoulders punched forward with each thrust he made. His stiff cock now supported her body weight, her feet were no longer touching the ground. "Talk ... to ... me," he ordered, slamming into her. "Umm ... can't ... mmmmm... ooh ... cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggg," she gasped and bucked back against his strokes, pushing herself with her arms into him. "Yes, do it!" he said, pumping his hips back and forth as fast as he could. He could feel her Kegel muscles pulse against him, pulling and pushing at his cock. Her legs were kicking, shaking; her body was out of control, completely in the grips of her orgasm. She was now screaming in passion continuously, for at least a minute, and then her body slowly returned to her conscious control. "What's ... it ... like?" he asked, slowing his strokes as her thighs stopped shaking. "Ummm ... uh ... I can't ... uh ... explain," she gasped, trying to calm herself. "Try," he urged, slowing his strokes and setting her toes back down on the ground. "Stand up." Rose stood on her shaking legs, feeling Trevor's long cock still buried inside her, the tip of his cock now pressing firmly into the knot of nerves that was her G-spot. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating. She could feel the muscles in her legs quivering, making it difficult to stand. "Tell me," he whispered into her ear as she leaned back into him. "Oh, god, it feels so good," she said, rocking her hips back into him. "I feel you inside me, and my whole belly feels full of you. My skin tingles all over, and I can't stop my legs from shaking. Oh, right there, keep going, right there," she moaned as Trevor angled his hips down, and started stroking more quickly. "A pressure is building ... uh ... in my abdomen," she said. "Where?" "Don't know ... oh ... higher up than when I was a guy," she continued, moaning and cooing as she talked. "Right behind your cock, ah ... near the top of your cock." "What about your breasts?" "Oh, they feel heavy," she said, bringing one hand up to her breasts, caressing them. "And hot, and tingly ... faster, go faster ... uh ... uh ... yes, that's it ... I'm getting close ... my nipples ache ... so good ... harder ... ahhh ... oh, come with me," she pleaded, pressing her hips down into each stroke. "Talk," he said urgently. "The ... pressure ... is ... building ... tightening ... it's ... coming," she was now pushing back with nearly the same force as Trevor was using to thrust forward, their bodies were slapping against one another's. "Colors ... in ... my ... eyes ... ah ... ah ... pressure ... building ... so ... good ... it's ... it's coming ... waves pushing ... I'm going to ... going to ...," her mouth formed the shape of the word "come," but no sound emerged. Her body was frozen, and Trevor held himself deep within her, unmoving. He could feel the pressure around his cock build, slowly squeezing down, further and further, until suddenly, Rose screamed, her body shaking all over, her legs collapsed as they began twitching uncontrollably, and Trevor took her entire body weight into his hands. "Yes, yes," he hissed as he resumed pounding into her, feeling her juices flow over his thighs as she thrashed and moaned, her legs dangling from her hips as he held her. He slammed into her a final time, finding his own earth shattering release, gripping her waist, pulling back on her hips as he spurted into her, like a male spider about to become her breakfast, unknowing, uncaring, and unbelievably overwhelmed by pleasure. Rose rode the waves of pleasure, her eyes clenched shut, her legs dangling from Trevor's pulsing cock, feeling wave after wave rolling through her body, unconscious of anything other than the burning sensation she felt deep within her womb, a wet hotness that tingled and throbbed. Slowly, she stopped shaking, and she rested her forehead on the windowsill, smelling the fresh morning sent of the jungle and the musky smell of their sex. She could feel Trevor's slowly deflating cock still within her, and she gave it a good squeeze, forcing it slowly from her now satisfied vagina. "The next time we make love, we will be mers," she sighed. "I still don't see how it can get any better," he said, still feeling the after shocks of his own orgasm. "There's only one way find out," she said, wobbling on shaky legs towards the door. "Race you down to the beach?" ***** Trevor watched as Rose dove into the pool, the bright mid-morning sun illuminating the Moon Pool, her wake sending diamond flashes of sunlight dancing around the cave. She made a smooth line of bubbles into the center of the pool and came to rest a few meters below the surface. The walls of the pool glowed with a pale luminescence visible even in the sunlight, and the result was a crystal clear view of the pool all the way to the bottom ten meters below. She was surrounded by over a dozen mers of all shapes and colors, each of them positioned around the edge of the pool in perfect symmetry. "She'll be fine," Petra reassured the pacing boy. "It will be done in less than thirty minutes. Stop pacing, you're making Michelle nervous," she warned as Michelle's tail beat against her mother's hip as she fed from her breast. "But you two aren't helping," Trevor worried. "Won't that make it longer?" "No," Liga answered, holding Mari to her breast as the littlest and newest mermaid wiggled in her grasp. "There are five pregnant mermaids down there. Our milk is stronger after pregnancy." "And the Moon Pool is starting to be a force on its own," Petra explained. "Pat and Phoebe discovered that there are microscopic organisms that have adapted to our presence and amplify the effects of the siren cell." "What do you mean by adapted and amplify?" Trevor asked worriedly. "We are still not sure on the mechanics of how the siren cell works," Petra admitted. "But we have been releasing a lot of mermaid milk into this pool on a regular basis for a long time." "As you will discover when you change," Liga smiled. "Yes," Trevor agreed. "I've been told to expect the intensity of the need for sex after our transition. But what about these microscopic organisms? What are they doing to her?" "Nothing that the mermaid milk doesn't already do," Petra reassured him. "Phoebe discovered that the pool itself has become a catalyst, and that the change will now happen in minutes, even if there are only a few mermaids present. In fact, it is possible that in the future, anyone who wanders into the cave may find themselves affected by the siren cell even if no mermaids are here." "Wouldn't that qualify the pool as a toxic site?" Trevor asked, only half joking. "That would depend on whether or not you considered the effects a bad thing or not," Liga speculated. Trevor watched as Rose moved to the next mer around the circle. He could see her grasp the very long cock of a merman with a black tail with silver highlights and bring it to her mouth. He felt a twinge of jealousy, and stifled a desire to jump into the pool. "Is that John?" he asked pointing. "No, it's Gabriel," Petra answered. "He's my mate, and don't worry, he is not going to steal your Rose from you." "I didn't say?" he protested. "No, you didn't say," Liga interrupted. "But your body did." "How can you tell?" Trevor asked. "Mer-senses," Petra answered. "Don't you remember anything from Emma's lesson this morning?" "I don't remember mer-senses," Trevor admitted. "I was so excited about the change. She focused mostly on anatomy. What are mer- senses?" "Well, she may not have covered them since we are still learning about them. We can sense one another's electrical discharges, and those discharges are linked to mood, health, and identity," Petra said. "It's the only way we can tell the triplets apart." "Oh," he said. "But you can do that even now, out of the water?" he asked. "Yes, for shorter distances in the air than in the water, but it's easier when the subject is broadcasting his mood so loudly and clearly," Petra teased. Trevor scowled and turned his attention back to the water, where Rose had moved onto the next mermaid, a small girl with a dark green tail and black hair. He could sense a power in the water, and he could hear a low tone, almost like humming, rise from the pool. Two mermaids swam below Rose and began stroking her legs. She then moved onto the next mermaid, a tall mermaid with a richly colored maroon tail with blue highlights and red hair. "Who will be her last?" Trevor asked. "Phoebe," Petra answered. "Why Phoebe?" Trevor asked. "You are a curious one now," Petra teased, shifting the now calmer Michelle to her other breast. "Because Phoebe was the first mermaid." "And that makes her special how?" he asked. "Trevor!" Petra said exasperated, "Rose will be your last, and that is all you really need to worry about, isn't it? Now, relax. She'll be fine, you'll be next, and we can worry about Hank and Janice when they come back. You really are a bundle of nerves today." "Sorry," he blurted. "I can't seem to help myself." They all watched in silence, listening to the low hum rising from the pool, and the cooing of Michelle and Mari. Rose moved from mer to mer, and the pool began to shimmer with power. Trever began pacing again. "I am beginning to think that Robbie threw the wrestling match on purpose," Liga mused. "Why do you say that?" Trevor snapped. "Because you are obviously NOT the stronger one," she said with a soft smile to show she was teasing. Trevor blushed and stopped pacing. He turned back to the pool. Rose was now sucking on the breasts of a mermaid with a sea-blue tail and nearly white blond hair. Both Rose and the mermaid looked like they were having an orgasm. Rose's black hair seemed longer, her legs even looked longer, and they were pointed stiffly towards the bottom of the pool. The two mermaids who had been stroking her legs rose to their original position around the edge of the ring. Rose broke away from Phoebe, her body rigid. She floated to the middle of the pool, her arms outstretched, and her legs pointed straight down. The power in the cave intensified, and the two baby mermaids began to hum as they sucked on their mother's breasts. Trevor could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise, but he wasn't frightened so much as swept up in the rising energy. For several minutes, Rose hung in the water, unmoving, a soft glow emanating from her suspended body. Then she convulsed, her body undulating in the water, and Trevor could see that her legs had merged. After another few minutes, she began to slowly twirl in the center of the pool, moved by an unseen force, while more convulsions rolled through her body. Her hair was now down to her hips, and small fins had started to sprout from her hips and knees. He remembered Emma's description of what happened during the change as he watched from the edge of the pool. She explained that the bones in Rose's legs were broken down into multiple joints that still attached to her pelvis. Her entire pelvic saddle was changing, and the interior was widening to accommodate her new mer-womb. The bone shaved from the inside of her pelvis would be redistributed as her pubic bone angled forward and broadened, becoming shaped more like her ilium, while the coxal bones shifted to her center of gravity, which made each femur lodge in a newly positioned ball joint that allowed mers to flex their tails 160-degrees forwards and backwards. A new, smaller joint grew in her pubic bone, higher and more forward along the pelvic saddle from where the femurs were originally attached. From those new sockets, her new pelvic fins pushed outward as he watched, growing from small bumps to strong, flesh-colored fins about 30 cm long. Below her pelvic fins, each femur was broken into three separate bones, each new joint surrounded by new tendons so that their upper could flex about thirty degrees in any direction. At the base of both femurs, a new bridge joint, like a smaller pelvic saddle, anchored each femur together where her knees had been. This new joint could also flex nearly 150-degrees backwards and forwards, and the mid-tail fins grew from each side this new bridge. Even now, he could see these smaller fins reach their full length, about half as long as her pelvic fins. From her knees to her ankles, each tibia was reformed into two columns of six bones, all joints surrounded by tendons that allowed the bottom half of her tail to flex and twist 160-degrees in any direction. Emma explained that the now missing fibulas were probably used to create new bones in their fins and the bridge joints at their knees and ankles. The two multi-jointed tibias in her lower tail were attached to a new bridge joint where her ankles used to be that allowed her flukes to rotate 90-degrees in each direction like a pinwheel. From that joint, her metatarsals and phalanges stretched out into the long, bony ridges that supported and shaped each side of her nearly meter wide flukes. The flukes could flap up and down from her newly reformed tarsals (ankles), and each side of her flukes (each former foot) could move independently of the other. Trevor could see that her tail was now completely formed, and he watched her body shimmer in the water as a bright red color began to spread upwards from her flukes, slowly covering the entire length of her new tail. Her elbow fins, which he hadn't noticed before, also blossomed in the same red color. The trailing edges of all her fins and flukes sprouted a deep, black velvet fringe, and another black stripe of velvet rose up her dorsal ridge, reaching to the middle of her shoulder blades. A few more moments passed, and then her body shook in a final tremor, her body arching backwards upon itself, her flukes fluttering above her head. Suddenly, Rose relaxed in the water, and there was a palpable release of pressure in the cave while the light in the pool dimmed. She gave herself a push with her new tail, and rose to the surface. Trevor stood slack jawed as he watched Rose's face emerge from the water. Her violet eyes sparkled with a jewel-like intensity, and her knowing smile seemed to burn with new knowledge and power. Her perfect white teeth were even except for the two incisors that were now sharp and pointed. Her round, full breasts bobbled in the water, her nipples slightly larger than they had been before. She looked at him like he was prey. They held each other's gaze for a few seconds. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked in a silvery voice. "Um, aren't you hungry?" Trevor asked, gulping. "Didn't Emma say that it took energy to do all this changing?" "There's only one thing I want to eat," Rose said, growling. "Now get your ass into this pool." "You'd better do as she says," Petra warned, stifling a laugh. "You don't want to piss off a mermaid." Trevor looked nervously at Petra, Liga, and then back to Rose. "Well?" Rose said, rising up on her tail out of the water, her arms resting on her hips as her tail flashed back and forth in the water, churning the surface of the pool into a white froth. Trevor gasped at her display, awed by the power and sensuousness of her body and tail as it danced in the water. The water was cascading off her hydrophobic hair and skin, and her long dark hair swished around her shoulders and breasts as her tail flexed back and forth, keeping her torso well out of the water. Her breasts swung with each stroke of her tail, and the muscles in her tail and abdomen rippled and flexed hypnotically. Her bright red scales shimmered as her new strong muscles worked beneath the surface, and the velvety black fringes along the trailing edges of her elbow and pelvic fins danced in the air. The sound of churning water, like a waterfall, filled the cave. Mesmerized, Trevor blindly stepped towards the pool, missed his footing, and fell face first into the water. Rose pounced onto his flailing body and pulled him down into the center of the pool, kissing him. The other mermen all rose quickly from the water, giving room to their newest member. "The men never learn until it's too late," Petra mused, stroking her daughter's hair as she suckled on her breast. "No, they don't," Liga agreed as Eric slid up next to her and gave her a quick kiss. "Men don't learn what?" he asked. "That they are not in charge," Liga smiled, giving him a big kiss in return. "There are compensating forces," MuSu said with amusement. "What did he just say?" Petra asked. "We may not be in charge," Gabriel laughed. "But having you for mates makes it worth the burden." "What burden is that?" Petra asked with mock anger. "The burden of being dispensable," MuSu said with mock sadness. ***** Trevor was caught in a trance; his entire body was rigid, as he drifted towards Rose. He knew that his body was changing forever, and that some of the light he could see reflected in her perfect violet eyes was coming from his body as the power of the mermaid milk built up within him. Below, he could feel Pat and Phoebe stroking his legs, legs he was about to lose permanently. "Be my pod-mate forever and give me my tail?" he said, barely able to get the words out. "Drink and receive your tail," Rose said as she gathered her soon-to- be-pod-mate into her arms, guiding his rigid body towards her straining nipple. As soon as he made contact, she erupted into an intense orgasm, one breast spurting milk into the water and the other into his mouth. He didn't notice Pat and Phoebe abandon his legs. He was only conscious of Rose and her breast as milk flowed from her into his mouth. They were locked in that embrace for several minutes before her spurting breasts subsided and Trevor drifted to the center of the pool. He felt his arms rise in the water, stretching out to each side, feeling the power of the change sweep through his body. He could feel Rose's ferocious attention directed at his body, amplified by the other mermaids and the pool itself. Her gaze seemed to burn through him, searing him with its intensity, and the sound of the humming pressed on his body and on his mind like a heavy blanket. After a few moments, a great throbbing wave passed through his rigid body, and he felt the change begin. His bones were breaking, moving, changing, and reforming themselves into a merman's tail. Time seemed meaningless as wave after wave of convulsions swept through him, and he was barely aware of his body starting to spin. He felt muscles grow, twisting up from his tail, snaking up along his spine, anchoring themselves along his pelvis and backbone. His skin tingled as waves of pleasure throbbed outward from his newly repositioned groin, and he felt fins and flukes push out from his hips, knees, feet, and elbows. Finally, a great wave of release shook through him, causing his new red and black-stripped tail to quiver above his head. Gold fringes, he thought to himself as his body relaxed in the water. I have gold fringes on my flukes. "Trevor," Rose called out to him, and he turned towards her. "Take me," she said simply, as she had the night before. He pushed himself towards his new mate, and he barely noticed the other mermen and Petra and Liga dive back into the pool. He had eyes only for Rose who beckoned to him. He didn't notice Michelle and Mari snuggle along their mother's backs while their parents pressed their fronts together. He pulled on his vent and freed his now expanded cock into the water. He barely noticed that Rose entwined their tails together, and grabbed his cock, he was so entranced with her eyes. Her lips met his at the same time as she pressed herself home onto his cock, their eyes locked on one another's. Trevor would never be able to tell anyone how long he and Rose remained locked together. He only remembered her eyes, and the long, throbbing orgasms that they both experienced, again and again. There was no need for recovery, as his new body responded to the desires Rose ignited, again and again. Long after the other mers had satisfied the passions created by the transformations and had left the Moon Pool, they remained hidden behind a cloud of white, while flashing red and gold lights illuminated the cloud from within. Hours later, after night had fallen and the mers had returned, both Trevor and Rose agreed that everyone was right; sex was better as a mer. Three days later, Trevor and Rose finally agreed to separate themselves long enough so that MuSu could teach him the mer's version of underwater martial arts, and Pat and Phoebe could teach Rose about edible and safe marine flora and fauna. ***** Sandy Halbst looked over at his wife of ten years, watching the sea breezes toss her short blond hair. It was finally growing back after she had lost it during chemotherapy. Unfortunately, her ovarian cancer was returning too. Rather than spend the last weeks of her life in a hospital, they had jumped at the chance to help Hank and Janice Connors search for her in-law who had gone off on a Greenpeace mission. It would be one last beautiful trip together before the end. "You're not supposed to be thinking what you're thinking," Dawn Halbst teased her husband, her green eyes dancing in the sunlight. "Who said I was thinking anything?" he challenged. "I was just thinking how pretty your hair is in a pixie cut." "Ha!" she laughed. "You and I both know that you preferred it long." "So did you," he protested. "Hug me," she said impulsively. Sandy gathered his wife into his arms, and gently held her. They had first met in college, but it was not love at first sight. Sandy was short and thin for a guy; actually, he was a first class geek, whereas Dawn was a cheerleader, popular and stunningly beautiful. She was the classic five foot two, one hundred and two (lbs), and eyes of green, blond bombshell; and to the degree that cancer had weakened her body, she still was very attractive. He was only five foot six inches (167 cm), and a bespectacled geek. They had been "just friends," until Dawn had been dumped yet again by another jock-type boyfriend, and after a drunken evening of mutual solace, they had discovered themselves in bed together. Dawn discovered that she actually enjoyed Sandy's soft, slow, and tender style of lovemaking, and they had become a couple. Once Sandy got his "sex legs," Dawn discovered that Sandy's imagination and persistence lifted her to heights of love and pleasure she had never dreamed possible. After college, they were married. Life had been kind to them, at first. Both worked in the computer industry, Sandy as a programmer and Dawn in marketing. After a few years, Hank Connors recruited Dawn to work for his new dot.com startup, and Sandy was just a trailing spouse that Hank hired reluctantly. After his first year, however, Sandy had three software patents and both the Halbsts and the Connors were reaping the benefits of his inventions. Now that material success was meaningless, Sandy was determined to make every minute with his wife count. "I would do anything to?" he began. "Shush," she said, hugging him tightly. "You've said it a thousand times." "I'd like to say it a million more," he said, some sadness creeping into his voice. "O.K., then," she said. "You'd better get started, because I don't have much time." Sandy grimaced at her frankness, and wondered yet again how this woman got her strength. "I love you," he said after a moment. "I know," she said. "I love you too. Remember, you promised." "I know," he said, emotion choking his voice. "But you made me." "No moping after I'm gone," she said with determination. "You're the only one that I want to?" he said. "Hey! You promised," she insisted. "You will remarry. You're rich, young, and deserve to have someone love you." "What about good looking?" he teased, trying to recover his emotional center. "That's only been a recent development," she teased, happy to have distracted him from his sadness over her impending death. "You were a super geek until you turned thirty." "Why did you ever marry me?" he asked, laughing now. "Because I learned that love is on the inside, not the outside," she sighed, remembering. "Hey you two," a voice said from the stern of the Sea Dancer, "get a room." "Oh, Eve you're just jealous," Dawn said. "Besides, there is only one private room on this boat, and Bill and Mae are using it." Eve Smith, Mae Williams' younger sister and Dawn's best friend from college, laughed as she watched her former roommate smile over her husband's shoulder. She was also a blond, blue-eyed cheerleader type, though much taller than Dawn, and she and Dawn had double dated many times. She was also glad that Dawn had found Sandy, someone who truly loved her for her spirit rather than her beauty. Such a true love had never happened for Eve, despite her fun and playful personality and cheerleader good looks. "Sandy, you're supposed to be sailing this thing," Eve quipped as she rose from the galley, looking at the island off their starboard bow. "Bill and Mae are ... um ... " "Indisposed, I know," Sandy said laughing. He released Dawn from his embrace and put his hands back on the wheel of the boat. "Tell them we should make landfall on 399 in an hour, maybe sooner if this wind holds up." "I'll wait until they stop making soft groaning noises, as though we can't hear them," Eve said, her eyes laughing as she looked down into the galley. "We heard all that!" a voice drifted up from below. "Well then, finish up and get ready to rescue the out-law in-law," Dawn shouted down the hatch. ***** "Where are John and Patrick?" asked Dawn rhetorically. "There are beach huts here that someone keeps in good repair, but their boat is gone." Bill scanned the beach, pushing his red hair back underneath the wide- brimmed hat that he wore to protect his fair skin from the sun. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the mountain before him, his barrel chest and stout legs spread out like two tree trunks. He looked like a mythic old sea captain, with several weeks of growth on his face, the dark red hair tight and curly. His wife leaned on his arm as he scanned the jungle. They had been on the island for over an hour, and they had found no sign of the two men. "You don't think something happened to them since Trevor last radioed us?" Dawn worried. "I don't see any signs of a struggle," Bill offered as he searched the jungle and nearby sand. "What do you think, Mae?" Mae Williams gazed again at the sea, and then swept her eyes along the rising edge of the volcano, judging its size. She and Eve were nearly the same height, though there was a ten-year difference in their ages. Like her husband, she was sturdy where Eve was more willowy, and you could see the inner strength of the woman in her eyes. "Maybe they are on the other side of the island," she offered. "We can get back in the boat and check. It would only take about three hours to sail around this small island." "But that would be a waste of time," a voice said from the water. All five humans who had been looking at the island rising up around them turned around to look at the water, and all of them gasped audibly. There were eighteen colorful mermaids and mermen arranged in a semi-circle in the shallow water just off the beach, their torsos rising above the small swells while their colorful tails splashed in the shallow water behind them. Two of the mermaids held smaller mermaids in their arms. Some appeared Asian, some Filipino, and some Caucasian. Mermaids outnumbered the mermen nearly three to one. They were all stunningly beautiful and handsome. "We can generally do it in under fifteen minutes," said the merman who looked surprisingly like a younger version of John. "Do what?" Bill asked, stunned at the sight before him. "Swim around the island, silly," one of the three identical mermaids near John giggled. "Bill, don't you recognize me?" John asked. "Um ... not really," Bill said, trying to find his footing. "Sandy, Dawn?" John continued. "You look like the John I remember from ten years ago," Sandy began. "But he wasn't a mermaid." "Merman, actually," John said smiling. "It's a good story. Would you like to hear about it?" "Yes, I think so," Sandy said, beginning to think that he wasn't hallucinating, and that what was happening was real. "By the way," John said putting his arm around a beautiful mermaid next to him, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, and her sea-green tail sparkling in the sunlight, her belly swollen in pregnacy. "This is Patrick, remember him?" "Oh my god," Dawn said, suddenly sitting down on the sand, feeling the earth sway beneath her feet. "This WILL be a good story." ***** "You're getting better at telling this story," Danni observed as the evening sunset danced along the distant clouds over the western arm of the lagoon. "The last time it was completely dark by the time you finished." "The last time?" Bill asked, still absorbing all the information that the mers had given him in the last four hours. "Hank and Janice," Pat reminded him. "And you were Robbie, Hank's son?" asked Sandy incredulously. "It's Rose now," she said blushing. "This is all so incredible," Dawn said. "Yes, it is," Bill agreed. "Now I can see why Hank wanted us to come see for our selves. Frankly, I don't think I would have believed him over the radio." "They plan on returning and joining us as soon as they tie up a few loose ends," John said. "The whole family?" Sandy asked. "Yes, along with some other key people," Pat continued. "We can't tell you more yet." "Why not?" asked Mae. "Because, my darling," Bill answered. "They do not know if we will leave or join them yet. If we leave, then it is best if we don't know some things. If we stay and join them, it will be necessary for us to know. Am I right?" "Couldn't have put it better," John agreed. "Well, then, it's past dinner time, and we have some decisions to make," Bill concluded. "Why don't you guys go eat, and we'll unload the boat and have a bite ourselves. We can talk more tomorrow morning." "It will be quicker if we help you," Trevor offered. "We can ferry the stuff while some of you man the boat and others the beach." "We can help too," Emma offered. "Emma!" Cleo squealed in protest. "Oh, be quiet," Rikki chided. "And NO, you are not going first with MuSu tonight." "But it is her turn," MuSu said with a small smile. "Oh, well then, in that case, she loses her turn if she complains," Emma said sweetly. MuSu nodded in agreement. Cleo pouted at MuSu, but he was unmoved. Then she glared at her sisters but didn't say anything. In fact, she was extra well behaved and made more trips than anyone else, continuing to work as the stars began to twinkle, retrieving Dawn's medicine from the boat to help her sleep through her pain. ***** Turi handed the tiller over to his cousin, Tiki, a smaller Polynesian man who gripped it and glanced down at the compass at his feet. "We keep this heading until tomorrow morning?" he asked. "Yes," Turi answered. "What are we looking for?" Tiki asked for the umpteenth time. "People you do not know," Turi answered, feeling jumpy. Turi had been a petty thief until Manalo had hired him as a drug runner, and now he owed his life to Manalo. Sometimes he felt badly about dragging some of his family into "the business," and so he tried to keep them as ignorant as possible. Rangi was Tiki's best friend and Turi conscripted his boat for this mission. The final crewmember was Tuo Guo Han, a tall Chinese sailor that Manalo had insisted he bring along. Turi didn't trust the larger Chinese man, who mostly kept to himself. English was the only common language among the four of them, and even Rangi didn't speak the same Tongic dialect as Turi did. Tiki was a bookworm as a child, and spoke several Polynesian dialects, but not Chinese. None of them spoke English well, but it would suffice. The South Pacific was a big place, and it took days for boats to sail from one island to the next, sometimes several weeks. The sky stretched out in all directions like a purple blanket, littered with thousands of stars. Turi watched as Tiki gauged their position by the stars, a talent their ancestors had perfected. He hoped that his plans would not bring bad luck to Tiki, who he liked, but who would serve his purpose. His purpose was money. Manalo wouldn't tell him why they were searching for a man named Alberto and his gang, but Manalo's secretary accidentally let slip that Alberto had a lot of stolen money. A whole lot of money! Turi wasn't a bad man, but he was a greedy man. He was sure that Manalo didn't suspect that Miss Chin had made the mistake, but it was one he hoped to capitalize upon. Manalo expected only a radio dispatch when Alberto was found, but Turi made new plans. He watched Tiki as his cousin made adjustments to their course, keeping them heading for the small island Turi suspected harbored Alberto and his men. Turi fingered the gun strapped to his leg. They would be in the area tomorrow, and if they moved quickly, he would steal the money, and then disappear himself into the South Pacific archipelago, a rich man. "These men are bad men?" Tiki asked. "Yes, we will gain much honor in ridding the world of them," Turi answered. He wondered again, at the wisdom of lying to his cousins. If Tiki and Rangi discovered that Turi's primary purpose was the money, they might back out. They thought they were rescuing fellow islanders who had been kidnapped by Alberto. After they disposed of Alberto and his men, Turi planned on "discovering" the money. He had no idea what his cousins would think of the money, or if they would help him kill Manalo's spy, Tuo. ***** Phoebe looked up at Danni's face, watching her as her fifth orgasm rolled through her body. "Enough," Danni gasped, holding her stomach as she tried to contain the co