Fisherman's Tale

I should have known there was something fishy going on. You, lying there in bed as if I were in for a big surprise. I could see it in your eyes but couldn’t figure it out…just couldn’t put my finger on it. Your hair like seaweed covering and uncovering your breasts with stuck-on...sea shells where your nipples ought to be. Nice touch…nice touch. I just knew oh I didn’t know what it was I knew until with great aplomb and florid gesture you threw the blanket back to reveal your nether half had been transformed into a mermaid’s tail trashing about in silver scales (well…sequins...whatever) . I blurted out: “Why...how...? ” You said it was Friday (uh huh?) and you thought I might like fish for supper (Mmmm....mmmm!) We, both glad you had cancelled the visit of your mother who otherwise might not have approved her daughter turning tail and her mad laughter in the bath where I had plonked her. Later, as I filleted you out of your costumed tail you fell for my hook line & sinker. My heart completely and utterly caught.