Instead of slapping Gloria across the face, Barbra was excited and aroused. The two women quickly came up with a plan: Barbra would go back to her room and become a fly, and then she would fly out to the resort pool. Meanwhile, Gloria would go change into a swimsuit and then go out and sunbathe by the pool. They wrapped up breakfast quickly and began enacting their plan.
A few minutes later, Gloria found herself relaxing on her back as the bright sun warmed her up. She chose a spot near some bushes, lush with flowers and the scents of tropical nature. She did this because she knew there would be more insects flying around near the bushes, preventing her from knowing for sure when Barbra the fly would come up to her. If she had picked a spot without any insects, then it would have taken away the fun for her when Barbra inevitably flew over.
And sure enough, Gloria proved popular with the insects. Unlike most of the time, though, Gloria wasn’t annoyed. In fact, each intrusion was an excitement. Was that a fly who just buzzed by her head? Was that Barbra? Was Barbra learning how to fly, or exploring a little bit? She had to resist the natural urge to slap at the fly and try to kill it; she had no idea whether any given fly was a thoughtless drone or her new friend. At one point a fly landed on the front of her bikini bottoms. Was that Barbra sending her a message? How would she know? Gloria blushed as she realized she was getting aroused. Maybe the fly was attracted to her scent.
After about twenty minutes of waiting, a fly flew directly in front of Gloria’s face. Something about the way it was flying felt curious, so Gloria sat up and watched it do a series of figure-eights in front of her. How would Barbra signal that it was really her? Gloria put out her hand, palm upturned, and watched the fly land on it. That had to be her. Gloria had to resist the urge to close her hand into a fist and crush Barbra as she would any other insect.
Barbra then flew off again, did a couple of laps around the bush, and then landed again, this time on Gloria’s left breast. Gloria smiled. This was wild.