Dov looked down on the sirens frolicking in the foam. He grinned, thinking of the naysayers on his long quest for a bride. How obvious to call it a mistake, point out his future-fishwife would be scaly and vagina-less!Certainly, they’d underestimated the allure of mermaid DSL.
“Come swim with us!” they beamed from the rocks below.
“We’re ever so lonely!” chimed in the fairest, a statuesque redhead with gravity-defying starfish affixed to each boob. The only way that worked, in his estimation, was if the sea-star’s mouth where biting down on her—
“Coming!” he squeed, casting off clothes, and bounding down the jagged rockface. They giggled and surrounded him as his exhausted pale flab flopped, scraped and bleeding, into the tidepool.
“Its been so long since I had a man to talk to,” the redhead cooed as Dov nodded eagerly, “It will be great to have a best friend!”
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