He already knew. And God knew he loved to listen to mersong. xxx 18 Sure, it felt good for a while, but the greater the high, the greater the distance he had to fall. The water would have been cold if either of them had been able to feel it whatsoever. He went inside to retrieve something to show her, but to his dismay, by the time he returned with it, the mermaid was nowhere to be found. And with their bodies entwined in the water, giving and receiving the purest pleasure, she sang and sang for the light of her life in the abyss. He’d been around them long enough, and retained at least most of his sanity, he figured. A familiar shape was moving slowly, almost hesitantly, distinct against the momentary reflections of light
