The weekend passed quicker than you'd hoped. You spent it thinking about what you'd seen, along with exercise to get your frustration out. This didn't feel right. Your girlfriend wasn't a human, but some kind of sea creature. What else is she hiding? Is she even single? Does she have some kind of underwater boyfriend she's cheating on? All the thoughts in your head were making your head spin. Now you sit on your couch, watching the clock as the time grew nearer. Brooklyn always comes home at 2 pm. The time is 1.54... She'll be home any minute. Do you tell her everything? That you saw her in her true form... masturbating..?! It sounds crazy! You quickly wipe the thought from your mind. You won't tell her. Not yet.
An agonizing, and heart-pounding 5 minutes pass by, and soon, you hear the taxi pull up to the driveway. She doesn't have a license because her parents never taught her to. "Well... makes sense seeing it you're not even from the land! Ha!" You think to yourself sarcastically. The doorbell rings, and you open it to find Brooklyn Mariner standing right in front of you! You muster a warm smile. "Hey honey!" You say as you embrace each other. You take her bag in and shut the door behind her "How was your trip?". She beams back at you "It was great baby, thank you. The coast is so nice this time of year!". You smiled back "I'm glad you liked it honey!!". Your cheeks almost hurt. Does she know you're fake smiling? "Hey babe, I'm gonna take a quick shower. Would you mind ordering me a poké bowl from the sushi place?". I nod back at her, and she gives me a peck on the cheek, putting her hand on your chest. She then whispered "I masturbated to you this weekend..." Seductively into your ear, before giving it a sexy lick. It almost made your knees buckle. "Yeah..? What a coincidence... I masturbated to you to... It was almost like you were right in front of me" You say, not realizing the irony in it until she was halfway up the stairs. She WAS in front of you, dumbass! And... Raw fish? a shower? Could it BE any clearer? "Okay... you're just overreacting" you tell yourself. You give the sushi place a call, and order food for the both of you. 30 minutes until the delivery arrives. You sigh to yourself, as you hear the shower upstairs starting. What now?