“Oh, my salty sea cucumbers, you are quite the merman, aren’t you?” she tittered, and I got up again, moving forward with Tory, ready to drag her away from him. “Yeah, baby. Do you wanna see my sea cucumber in private?” Max offered. Before we reached her, Geraldine turned toward the waves. “Actually, you can keep your oily dolphin flippers to yourself, Max Rigel.” She ran into the sea, and he stared after her in shock.
