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Chapter 69 by Speci@lty Speci@lty

Talk, run, dress, cover, or something else?

Cover.

Hoping to diffuse this situation I was in, I decided to put my fin back on to at least get some covering. Quickly waddling up the steps to the fish tank, I jumped up to try and grab the edge of the bowl. Unfortunately, I couldn't jump high enough to grab the edge; I could see my mer-fin laying uselessly before me at the bottom of the bowl. So close and yet so far. I couldn't give up now. I jumped up and down again and again to try and climb over the edge but due to the shape and size of the fish bowl, I couldn't even come close. It was no wonder Macy had to push me over a mobile staircase to get me inside this thing.

As I kept jumping up and down flailing my arms upward towards the top of the fish bowl, whoever was in charge of what was being displayed on the jumbotron felt it necessary to keep shooting my naked humiliations. Right now, the picture on the jumbotron had a full view of my bare backside and then zoomed in on my butt which jiggled every time I tried to jump over the fish bowl. The crowd was wildly amused. With my bouncing booty on the big screen, the cop nearly elbowed her way through the army of spectators to get to the side of the float so she could apprehend me. I glanced in her direction, I had to face a difficult decision.

What do I decide?

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