(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Bonus 7 - Gone fishing

"Good morning, mi hermosa flor. Did you sleep well?"

I rolled my eyes already before I opened them, not really interested in starting yet another day together with the ultimate lover boy, Don Juan. I knew his seductive ways with words and behavior were supposed to be an overwhelming turn on for most women, but to me it was the cause to morning sickness all friggin day. Without even being pregnant! And since I despised this personality so much, there was no risk of getting pregnant either, as long as he was around.

"Great, actually. Until I started dreaming about fishing."

"Fishing? Now that can be bastante romantico, mi conejito."

I raised an eyebrow, turned around to face him and gave him an unimpressed glare.

"Really, Donnie? You couldn't come up with something better than bunny?"

"But bunnies are cute and soft, and a descripción perfecta to compliment a mature woman's delicate flower."

"So you're basically calling my pussy old, is that so?"

Don Juan's eyes widened in horror.

"¡No, hermosa! I would never say that. What I meant was..."

My brain shut down like it always did when he started his heart throbbing love philosophy. But my dream about going fishing didn't quite let go. How strange.

Maybe you should have a lil fun with him, Gail? It's about time you teach him a couple of things about raw, filthy sex, and not that lovey dovey crap he keeps spewing out all the time. You can just gag him, and... Wait. The thing you have in the bottom drawer!

"Hey, Donnie? Wanna go fishing today? I feel like catching something big."

Oh, it's big alright. And since it's been three whole weeks without Mr. Jackson...

"Get up!" I commanded the second I jumped out of bed myself. Then I hurried over to the dresser, opened the bottom drawer and pulled out an unopened plastic bag.

"Not quite what I had in mind when we bought it, but whatever," I mumbled to myself. Then I turned back to Don Juan.

"You're still not up, yet?"

Instead of waiting for him to respond, I scurried into the kitchen to find a pair of scissors. Then I cut a tiny hole in the middle of the costume I'd picked out.

That's not large enough, Gail. You should know that. At least your pussy knows. Damn right, she does!

I smirked to myself, cut a bigger hole and hurried back to the bedroom, where Donnie was about to put on his clothes.

"Stop that."

"But you told me to..."

"...get out of bed, yes. Not to get dressed," I abrupted, a bit exasperated.
"As the matter of fact, you can undress."

"You want me to wear less than a t-shirt and briefs?" he questioned, but I just grinned devilishly.

"That's the whole point, dummy. We're going fishing..."

I threw the costume I was holding at him, and made sure he knew I wanted him to hurry up.

"...and you're the fish."

"Me?" he exclaimed wide-eyed. Then he held up the colorful piece of fabric so he could study it.
"A fishtail?"

"Not a fish. A mermaid, and look, I cut out a hole for you. So you better make sure you put it on the right way."