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Kaitlin lets out a giddy, half-yelp at the Beluga whale exhibit, clamping down, nice and tight, on my left shoulder. She's absolutely tickled......restless.......excited as hell to get out of the apartment.
"Look Baby, he's sooooooooooooo cute!!!!!"
With her other arm, Kaitlin swings a half-open, pink and white handbag that thuds, over and over, against the pool's glass partition. It reminds me of some pent-up toddler, desperately fighting to hold back a pissy bladder.
Feeding time is in two minutes, and the trainer - a cute, twenty-something redhead - emerges on the pool's far end, lugging a thirty-plus pound feed-bucket. I imagine how bad that bucket must stink........like a deceased, morbidly obese hooker's crotch, crusted over with solidified pussy smegma.
"I'll bet that bucket of fish smells like a dirty whore's cunt", I tell Kaitlin.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?", she gasps, like she always does when I slip up and say what I'm actually thinking. No real woman appreciates a filthy, sordid habit like that..........inveterate candor...........a lack of social nicety.
When the feeding finally starts, Kaitlin is in a state of unbridled ecstasy - orgasmic over every cluck, squeal, and squark. In her private world, most of God's creatures are irresistibly huggable cans of goodness....................morally superior animals that would take on the personalities of Disney characters if they could vocalize like humans.
I, on the other hand, can't stop fantasizing about the worst possible situation: an aggressive, pissed-off Beluga leaping from the water and snatching a young child from it's mother's grasp. Would they employ harpoon-gun wielding snipers to take out the loose-cannon, homicide-minded whale, or would the child just get tossed around...................powerless.................. like a Shake and Bake chicken breast?
(To be continued.................or not)
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Posted by lazarus on 2007-12-21 17:34:56 | Rating: | Views: 87
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