And The Dark Is Deep And Black Without A Sound. (One Week Later)

You don't live in a very good section of town, but this proves advantageous. Your free pass apparently obligates the animal girl company to spend up to 250k on modifying your property, which in this case includes buying out the burnt down duplex next door and turning that lot into an immense aquarium for Lucy. It turns out that she has to spend at least 10% of every day under water, and has to immerse herself in oxygenated sea water for at least 15 minutes every 8 hours. Amazingly it takes just a week for the purchase to go through, construction, etc, and though you have trouble sleeping with the construction noise day and night for the first two days you go to work and then check yourself into a motel for the remaining five days of construction. Every day when you swing by for the mail and to check on the construction progress there is a letter from Lucy with a new poem, growing increasingly erotic as the week passes.

The last one is almost a stream of consciousness recounting of her masturbating thinking of being penetrated by your cock for the first time, wondering if it will hurt, if she might enjoy it hurting, like she enjoys pinching her nipples and clit? If you will be rough, or gentle? If you will be sexually agressive, or bashful? Will you tie her to your bed and use her, then toss her in the tank till you want to fuck again, or have her wander your house in an apron and skirt like a perfect little housewife, keeping her out of the water as much as you can so you can fuck any time you want? She cant seem to decide what she hopes for more, but the five page screed of shaky handwriting that smells like some kind of fish is graphic in the **** as it rolls around her fantasies like a bottle on the heaving deck of a ship...

On the seventh day the workers rest, and you move back into your house. The lot next door is now home to a 50,000 gallon aquarium and assorted related equipment plus a connected secondary residence with four bedrooms, two full baths, and two half baths. The tank is still filling with seawater being brought in by dozens of liquid transport trucks, but you soon get used to the sound, and go about your normal routine...

It's about 2AM when you are woken, not by a sound, but the lack of one. The constant watterfal noise of artificial seawater rushing thorough a flexible hose and into the immense tank has suddenly stopped and you jump out of bed, not even bothering to put on your boxers, just your bathrobe, and rush to the front door...

There, in the deep darkness of the cloudy night where you can't see ten feet, is your new 'Pet' Lucy. She's dressed only in a beach towel, but has a huge suitcase, and she smiles at you shyly. "May I come in John Doe?" She asks, 'blushing'.