Talk:Sahuagin/@comment-69.161.51.82-20160116145117/@comment-27800590-20160320015620

I grab her and pull her in, then tell her to hold still as I grab a pair of wire cutters. I cut the ring connecting the hook to the line, then thread the hook out of her mouth. I reach for my first aid pack and grab a healing balm, applying it to the outside of the wound. I then wrap my arms around and repeatedly and profusely apologise for hooking her.

I promise ask how many sahuagin are in the lake.

"Only me..." I try and think how, on an entire lake I managed to hook the only sahuagin. I start to notice that she's rubbing herself against me, and ask why she bit my hook. She looks at me with that flaat stare of hers and pushes me onto my back.

"I wanted to see if you were nice before deciding." As she reaches for my pants I densly ask her what it was she was deciding.

"Whether or not you'd make a good husband." She's got my pants down and starts pulling her one piece aside. Before I can say anything else she's impaled on me and her face's started to melt. Her distant eyes become warm, her flat lips curl into a smile, and she leans into me and plants a kiss on my lips.

We spend the next half hour rocking the boat, before I get back to fishing, her sitting safely in the boat next to me.