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Show "No sense of humor." "I'll bet they play when nobody's watching. Like at night." "We could swim out and see." "Huh-uh. They bite. They've got such big mouths -- chomp, chomp." "All you gotta do is punch 'em in the nose. Navy told me all about sharks, just punch 'em in the nose. They're not so tough. They don't even come around if you're not bleeding." "Uh-huh they do." "Huh-uh. Navy ought to know." I had stood up in the waist-ddep water to see better, looking out to sea. Had something moved out there? "The Navy doesn't know if they play." She stretched her neck out of the water. "What're you looking at out there?" "Nothing, just . . . " I knew she had stood up but I didn't even look around. It seemed to me that something had moved out there, flashing in the distant moonlight. Maybe it was only a wave catching the light just so, maybe it was that special fin, maybe it was our imaginations. But our mood changed radically, we both thought we saw something and we turned and ran through the water up to the beach, land animals after all. "Did you see one?" J usLtd. "I think so. No. I don't know. Maybe. But it's terribLe." "What is?" "How beautiful it all is, but . . . " "Not so terrible," I said, looking at her body streaming water. She had a small, tucked-in waist, but heavyish thighs, which tapered sharply to slender ankles. Her shoulders were slight yet she had largish breasts. The cool air tightened the skin over her breasts, puckering her nipples, and her entire body was be jeweled with water droplets. She was as unselfconscious as a naiad, as the unfallen Eve. But intent upon the sea. |