The Tree Frog Girl got out of the "love hug" and hopped on the floor in fornt of Rachel who furiously looked upon them two. She croaked at the human giral and turned her head back blinking at a tired Marty resting on the chair; she shook her ass buns and with another croak she hopped into the deep vegetation.
Marty quickly regained his posture and he too sat like squatting.
"Rcahel, I don't know what to say...ribbit...I thought it was you and ...ribbit...but it wasn't I was so..."
"Say no more. Can't you distinguish us both my any means? "
"I'm sorry!" he croaked. Rachel gave him his back and walked away. Marty was then devided between what to do. Would he jump to the jungle searching for the Tree Frog Girl or would he expose himself to the pool? He did admit that he could be thinking with his down head, but maybe the Frog Girlwa s a better option. He hopped into the junge, over ferns and logs until he distant enough from the hotel where he heard a girly whisper.
The Tree Frog Girl hopped out of her hiding spot.
"Who are you and why did you do this to me?" he asked her.