Ch 123

Bob was enjoying life. He had two of the most pretty and sexiest women in history, he swore, and both of them loved to cuddle. He was sure Joan was the catalyst for their odd union. Maybe it was because her father had two wives, or she was just so close to Allison, as Allison was to her, that they needed to be near each other. Either way, they made sex a whole lot of fun as well as exhausting. He also loved their shining blue-eyes when they were real happy. Even times when they were just sitting on the couch cuddled up and watching TV, the room was bathed in a pale blue glow. Sometimes even asleep, Joan's shut eyelids glowed blue. He liked that, the blue glow told him she was happy.

Bob was also pleased that even being young adults, they were able to have a good sized house. Between all their football salaries and the fact they had good support - and free land- from Joan's parents, they didn't have to borrow money to build their house. The tank construction was over now, so the barn was available for doing other things. That was good,, Now Bob used the mid-sized tractor they got to put on the back hoe attachment and dig a deep hole to deposit the bodies of those scumbags in.

Glancing at the bodies as he worked at digging the hole, a thought came to him. When he heard Jackie had killed that alligator, He felt bad for it. He saw in Joan's face she did also. They had more sympathy for the dead alligator than they had for those idiots who came to grab Joan. They again, the alligator was innocent. He hadn't attacked that man, Joan tossed the man to him. It had gotten a bit crazy at the time, so he wasn't going to blame Joan for the alligator's death. It was just a little sad it happened. The now dead group that came to try and drag Joan away, he didn't feel sorry for. They had come to harm, they deserved what they got.

Cameron had told him the hole had to be a minimum of six feet deep. Looking down in, he was as sure it was a bit more than that. A little uneven on the bottom, but he didn't think the ones going in would mind. He lifted the hoe arm up and out, then retracted the side supports and drove the tractor away from the hole.

Joan and Allison had to head back to Austin, or they would be out here with him. They had offered to stay for the disposal, but Bob told them to get to their practice. He got plenty of hugs and deep kisses before they left. He didn't mind finishing this job by himself. In fact, it was giving him time to recover from their vigorous threesomes.

There were slight and very nice differences between Joan and Allison. Yeah, Joan's big milk filled breasts was the most obvious. OK so he did like to graze on those, and Joan loved him doing it. Allison was much smaller on top, but they fit her slim body and those nips were pure perfection. Other differences weren't as large. Joan's hips were a bit narrower, Allison's slightly wider, giving her a sharper curve to her waist. Allison's torso wasn't quite as wide as Joan's either, and their long legs were also a bit different. Bob didn't think that dressed and out and around, anyone would notice these small differences, but naked and playing, He did, and he relished in them.

He also liked they were not 'carbon copies' of each other personality wise. Although the Energizer Bunny would plunge headlong into things, Allison was a bit more reserved. Also ever since her kidnapping and being shot/ scalped, Allison also didn't like to be alone. Seriously, not liked being alone. While he lived at and worked at their house when they were off playing football for the women's team, he found Allison would stay at her parent's house, or the Connor house when he and Joan were playing for Dallas. Before they started on the house, they all went together and whoever wasn't playing would watch the game. Now with building the house, they did want to it get finished so someone had to stay and keep up the work. When he stayed back to work on the house, and go out to watch their games now and then, he stayed in the house. He knew Allison had a hard time during her kidnapping. He wondered if that was the reason she didn't like to be alone now. It only made sense. Jackie refused to fly in planes now after her dive out of one crashing to drop down and smash into a few trees on her way to the ground. He was sure if that happened to him, he wouldn't want to get on another plane again either.

Bob dragged the corpses over and rolled one of the men in. He hit the bottom and kinda laid flat. That worked. Bob dragged them over and rolled them in one by one. the last one in was the blonde. When she hit the bottom she bounced over to the other side of the hole. OK, so they were a bit stacked up on this side. Not a big deal.

Bob got back on the tractor and used the scoop in front to push the dirt back into the hole. Noting there was a small hump now where he'd dug the hole, he used the scoop to tamp the dirt back down. Well, it worked a little. The ground where they laid was bloody. He used the toothed edge of the scoop to rake up the ground then smoothed it over.

OK, that looked a bit better. Now to plant some grass seed found a mostly fll bag of seed in the barn and sprinkled the grass over the ground and raked it in. Wet the ground down, and it was done.

Going back to the house, he heard splashing by the dock. He stopped and looked. A Mermaid had come up into the dock. Seeing him, the motioned and waved. Bob waved back. OK, she wanted something. He went down to see what it was. Getting closer, he saw she was bleeding, a piece of her fluke was missing. He ran down.

Her face was scrunched up, obviously in pain. She looked at the missing piece of fluke, that had the shape of a bite, then at him. Shit, she needed help.

Doing the only thing he could think of, Bob scooped her up in a bride's carry and hurried to the house. On the way, she held onto him and moaned.

In a soothing tone, he said, "Hang in there, I'll fix you up, OK?" he assured her. He go her in the house and paused. OK, where to put her. Neither Joan nor Allison would be happy if he put her on the couch and got blood on it. He opted for the one table they had in the dinning room. He stopped at the closet where the towels and sheets were and still holding her, managed to pull a towel out. Clumsily, he got the towel on the table then laid her down so the fluke dripping blood was on the towel. He then folded the towel over and put pressure on the half moon shaped bite.

She sat up and raised a webbed hand to him. He clasped her hand and soothingly said, "You'll be OK. I'm going to call for help, all right? I know it hurts, but help will be coming."

In her moaning tone, he got that it hurt.

"I know, I'm calling for help," he told her and dug his phone out. One hand pressing down on the bite mark, he fumbled with his phone and called the marine biologists.

A man's voice answered. "Hello."

"Deek! It's Bob Tanner, I got a problem here. A Mer girl has a big bite taken out of her fluke. It's dripping blood pretty good. I got pressure on the bite, but what else do I do?"

"Get her away from the shore. The blood will draw predators." Deek said firmly.

"We are, she's on the table inside. She needs to be stitched up or something."

"I'm not a doctor. If you want medical help, you have to take her to a vet."

"A VET?" Bob cried.

"I don't think a hospital will treat her. If you take her anywhere, then they will have to report her being seen," Deek said.

Bob let out a huff. "What can I do for her here?"

Deek paused and said, "I'll bring a tranquilizer. You'll have to sew up her wound yourself. Hang on."

Bob saw tears in the girl's eyes. She moaned something out. Bob nodded, he knew she was hurting. "I'll fix you up," he assured her gently. As soon as he figured out how.

Deek came back on. "Bob, you're at the new house?"

"Yeah, Between the Connor place and the Young house."

"We'll be there as soon as we can. Keep pressure on the wound until we get there." *click*

Bob closed up his phone and seeing the tear tracks in her face, he gently wipe them away. "Help coming," he told her in long syllables.

She nodded and sniffled. She clasped his hand.

Although mers didn't have a completely human face, it was close. Their eyes were a little bigger and face was a little more streamlined. He couldn't help but notice that this girl was cute, for a mermaid. She moaned out what sounded like, "You help me."

Bob nodded. "Help coming," he agreed.

She smiled briefly and laid back down, keeping a grip on his hand. Bob was a bit stretched out, one hand in hers, the other holding down on the missing chunk of fluke.

It took a while for Deek and Julie to arrive. They knocked on the door, Bob called, "Come in!"They did, leaving the door open as they rushed in. Deek was carrying a case. Julie ran up to pet the mermaid's head and cooed to her. She the shot her in the arm with a tranquilizer.

Deek opened the case he brought. "We got cat gut stitching from the vet and a couple needles and antiseptic. Seeing how our DNA is all but identical we also brought Tylenol for a painkiller. Keep in mind Bob, we're not medically trained. Once she's out, you'll have to stitch her up."

Bob eyed him. "Why? I'm not medically trained either. At least you know her biology!"

"We'll help, but we can't interfere with happenings in the lake," Deek explained. He handed Bob a medical mask.

Bob stared at him.

Julie offered, "Bob, we study and record. That's all we can do."

Bob turned his head to stare at her. He also noted the mermaid was asleep. He turned back to Deek. "Are you serious!"

"We're doing all we can." Deek said. "Show me the wound."

Bob frowned at hm. He uncovered the now bloody towel to expose the nearly triangular shape that had been taken out of her fluke. Seeing a pair of nitrile gloves, Bob put the 'medical' gloves on and the mask. Deek pointed and said, see there the blood is coming out? That's an artery you have to stitch that shut."

Bob wasn't happy Deek wasn't doing this, especially since he knew what to do. Bob carefully stitched the artery shut. Julie poured some water to clear the blood away. Once Bob got the artery closed, the bleeding was much less. His fingers were bloody and he felt like vomiting, but he kept going - and sweating. This was NOT fun! He did get the bleeding stopped and her fluke sewn up, carefully getting the skin together. after it was together, he rinsed it with the antiseptic, then bandaged her fluke.

He never wanted to do anything like this ever again!

"She was bit by a turtle, most likely a big one," Julie said. "The bite was a clean bite, indicating sharp jaws."

"That has to heal before she can go back in the water," Deek said.

"I kinda figured that," Bob said. "What do I do with her in the mean time?"

"Plain water baths twice a day, with her fluke out of the water," Julie said. "You have to keep her skin hydrated. You'll have to wet it with a cloth or a sponge by hand."

Bob nodded. OK, this was going to be some work. Deek and Julie left, wishing him luck. He thanked them for coming and bringing what he needed.

With the 'surgery' done, Bob carried the mermaid over to the couch and laid her down, then cleaned up the mess on the table. The towel he just threw away in the burnables. He also got fish out for dinner, knowing she'd be hungry when she woke up.

Not knowing how she was going to react when she woke up, Bob stayed by her. Looking out the window, he saw an alligator on the dock. Right, she was bleeding there, and this one had come to find some food. He watched the alligator for a while, then heard a soft sound.

The mermaid had woken up. she looked up at him and moaned. Seeing she was trying to sit up, Bob helped her. He put a arm around her to support her as she looked at her fluke. He pointed to it.

"I stitched it up so you're not bleeding any more," he explained. "You're going to be OK. A turtle took a bite out of you."

She looked up at him and pointed at her fluke. "Ahh." she moaned.

"I bet that's an ouchie," he agreed with a silly grin. "Don't worry I'll take care of you so you can heal up."

Sitting up, she looked out the window. One hand on him, the other on the couch, she slowly panned her head, looking outside. Then she looked around inside the house. She looked out at the lake again and pointed to it.

"Not yet," Bob said with a shake of his head. "Your tail needs to heal first." he explained.

She let out a series of moans as she pointed to the lake. Bob had heard their nearly whale like language, so he caught bits of it. He got she wanted to go find food. He put a hand to his mouth and mimicked eating. "Eat?" he asked.

She nodded and made the same motion. Her "eat" was drawn out, but he got it.

"I'll get you some food," he told her and got up.

Luckily the fish was unfrozen. He microwaved it until it was cooking, then pan fried it.

"Eeeeet." came from the doorway.

Bob looked. She was on her hands and knees, watching him. He turned the fish over and went over to her to pick her up and sit her on the table, careful not to bang her tail on anything. "We eat," he assured her.

When the fish was done, Bob cut it up on a plate. He sat by the mermaid and put the plate on her lap. He had never thought of fish as finger-food, but she ate happily picking pieces up. She ate most of the two pounds of fish, then smiled and offered him a piece. Bob ate it from her fingers, which seemed to please her. She ate a piece, then gave him a piece. She did this until the fish was gone. Bob got up an put the plate in the sink.

She held her arms out to him. Bob picked her up and took her back out to the couch.

By now, it was getting late. Bob drew a bath for her then went out and fried himself a burger and grabbed a bag of chips. He checked on the bath as he munched his burger down.

His phone rang. He picked it up. It was Joan.

"Bob, here taking calls from beautiful women," he announced.

Joan laughed. "How are things there? You get the bodies buried all right?"

"I did, and we got a visitor too." he told her. "A mermaid got bit on her fluke, something took a chunk right out of it."

"Is she alive?" Joan asked in a pained voice.

"Yeah, Deek and Julie brought me some things to stitch her up. I'm glad they did, but even though they study them, Deek made me do the stitching! he claims they can't interfere with 'lake' business and they aren't medically trained. Like I am! He told me what to do, and I was like, then do it!"

"So you're a mermaid doctor now?" Joan asked.

"I guess. She can't get her tail wet when she's healing, so I gave her dinner and she's spending the night on the couch. I'm suppose to check her wound in a couple days. Oh I have to let her soak in the bath twice a day too so her skin won't dry out."

"Oh, so while we're here playing football, you're giving another woman a bath?" Joan asked in a tease.

"Not funny. She needs help, Joan."

Joan giggled. "It's good you're taking care of her. So, playing nursemaid, you won't be able to come see our game against Atlanta Thursday?"

"Probably not," Bob said in a huff. "The wound has to be heal before I can let her back into the lake. Right now she has the best I can do for a bandage on her fluke. It can't get wet."

"So, how old is this mermaid?"

"I don't know. In her teens maybe? She doesn't look quite full grown. What does that matter?"

"I was just wondering if you're going to have another wife."

"Joan!"

Joan laughed.

"Come on, she's got a big triangular bite out her tail! It's like four inches wide, around three deep. When I found her on the dock, she was bleeding pretty bad."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. I hope she'll be able to swim with that bite taken out of her."

"Yeah, maybe I can rig up some kind of prosthetic she can use," Bob pondered. Seeing the tub was full, he turned the water off. It was tepid, but he thought that was better for her.

From the background, Allison called, "Bob! Let her take her own bath. Don't get in with her!" They both laughed.

"Funny," Bob grumbled. Hearing a noise, he looked to see the Mermaid come into the bathroom on her hands and knees. She reach out with her hands, then 'hopped' her knees up to move. "Hang on a second, Joan, I gotta get her into the bath."

He set the phone on speaker and put it on the small counter by the sink. The mermaid looked in the bathtub then at him.

In a musical tone, Joan called, "Don't touch anything inappropriate."

"I'm not," he said and picked the mermaid up to ease her into the water. She smiled at him.

"Bet he's rubbing her boobies," Allison called.

"Sounds fishy," Joan said. Giggling came from the phone.

Bob held up the mermaid's tail out of the water as she settled in she was trying to lay all the way down. "No, you can't get the end of your tail wet," he scolded.

"Bob, you can't spread her legs." Joan said. More giggling.

Bob rolled his eyes. "No kidding. Her tail can't get wet, so I'm holding it up."

"Bob's getting mermaid tail." More laughing.

"I'm glad you two are enjoying this," Bob grumbled.

Luckily, Bob was able to reach the cupboard and get a washcloth. "I hope you're getting a break on the schedule soon. I could use some help here."

"Sorry for picking," Joan offered. "After Thursday's game, we fly to Nashville for a game there, then to Chicago. It will be a few weeks before we get back to Austin."

"Hopefully, she'll be healed and back in the water by then." Bob said. He get the cloth wet and washed the part of her tail that was out of the water, except for the bandage.

The mermaid took on a look of bliss and let out a sigh. Bob was glad she was relaxing, then noticed yellow spreading out from just below her hips. There was also a brown floater in the water. "Shit!" he gasped and quickly picked her up and got her out. The mermaid was gazing at him curiously as he set her on the toilet.

"Bob, did you just have an accident?" Joan asked.

"No, not me, the mermaid!" Bob cried. He let the water out of the tub and explained. "I forgot, she's not house broken, she shit in the tub!"

Laughter sounded. In a giggle, Joan said, "I'm sure they normally shit in the water. Think about it. I've never seen a bathroom in the lake."

"You'll have to show her how," Allison added.

Bob sagged down "I hope she heals soon," he replied with a sigh.

"I'm proud you are taking care of her," Joan said in a serious tone. "I don't think she can use a toilet either. Her vagina's in the front, her anus is in the back. She'd pee all over the floor."

Allison called, "Bob! Take her out to the pool next time, it has filters and a PH correction unit. You'll just have to keep the filters clean."

"Or just take her out to soak in the lake," Joan offered.

"Yeah, that would work," he agreed. "As long as nothing else comes along to take a bite out of her."

"Take some fencing and fence off a place in the water so nothing can get to her," Joan said.

"Yeah, that's probably the best idea," Bob agreed. He got this mermaid was going to be a lot of work.

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After the phone call, he dried the mermaid off and carried the mermaid back out to the couch. Then he cleaned out the bathtub. He came back out to see the mermaid on her hands and knees again heading towards him. It was dark out now so he turned on some lights. Seeing him she lifted up on her knees and held her arms out. She pointed back at her fluke briefly.

"Ahhh," she moaned.

Right, she needed some pain killer. He picked her up and took her to the bathroom. Sitting her by the sink, he poured a glass of water and drank a bit. Then got out a Tylenol and mimicked eating it, then drinking after after. She nodded.

He put the pill in her mouth and gave her the glass. She chewed the pill and her face scrunched up. She quickly downed the water, then cast him a frown.

Bob had to smirk at what she did. "Swallow, not chew," he said and made a gulping sound.

"Baath," she moaned and pointed to the tub.

"Hokay," he said with a sigh. He figured cleaning out the tub was easier than his other options at the moment.

She watched him turn the water on and put the plug in. Seeing her trying to get down, he got her off the counter to sit on the edge of the tub, tail on the floor. He held her around the middle to keep her stable as the bathtub filled. She leaned into him. A couple times, he checked the temperature. She copied him. Then she turned the hot water handle and checked the flow again, then jerked her hand back. she turned the hot water down.

It was amusing to watch her adjust her bathwater. When the tub was half full, Bob turned the water off. He eased her down in ensuring the end of her tail stayed out of the water.

She then tugged on him.

"What?" he asked, trying to figure out what she wanted.

She tugged on his arm again. "nn." she said in a short moan.

"Me in?" he asked.

She nodded.

He shook his head. "No, only one at a time." he said firmly. Especially since she shit in the tub.

Again he used a washcloth to get the end of her tail wet and keep the bandage dry. He stroked gently over her lower tail. Reaching her knees, she grabbed his hand and pulled him lower. OK, she hadn't defecated, so he washed her upper tail too. She seemed to enjoy this.

He also noticed she was nodding off. OK, time for bed. He pulled her up to sit on the edge and took the plug out. Again she leaned into him as he stabilized her. Thankfully, he didn't have to clean the tub out this time.

Bob got her dried off then carried her out to the couch. He laid her down and went to get up. She grabbed his shirt and pulled.

"Oown." she moaned.

He closed his eyes and let out a pretend snore. "Sleep."

She nodded and pulled on him again. She closed her eyes and relaxed, then opened them and nodded. "eeep."

Bob had never thought how mermaids slept. Not having blankets, did they all cuddle up together? OK, fine. He picked her back up and took her in the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He got partially undressed and laid beside her. "Sleep?"

"eeep," she agreed and cuddled up against him.

He was happy his wives weren't here. He didn't know how they would take this. Maybe a few pics to commemorate the moment? Out of habit, he rubbed her back up ad down softly as he did with Joan and Allison until he drifted off.

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In the morning, Bob awoke on his side, an arm around Allison by the feel of the small breast he was holding as he held her in an almost spoon. His other arm was a pillow for her as held her close. Becoming awake enough to open his eyes, He jerked back. It wasn't Allison. The mermaid was lying on her back, tight to him, one webbed hand clasped over his that had been on her breast. She let out a coo and pressed his hand back in place. Waking up, she smiled at him. There went touching something he wasn't supposed to touch.

"Morning," he offered.

"mmm." she replied with a placid look on her face and moved over to snuggle into him again. OK, they were clingy.

"Morning, eat?" he asked.

"ahh," she said and pointed down at her tail. OK, medicine first.

This time when he had her sitting up on the bathroom counter, he mimicked putting the pill on his mouth then drinking the water. He pretended to chew and shook his head. This time she just swallowed the pill with water and didn't chew it.

Breakfast was fish and scrambled eggs. Instead of the table, she wanted to sit on the counter and watch him make breakfast. As he cooked, she watched intently. Once it was done, he picked the fish apart to make sure there were no bones in it, also to let cool a bit. She sat on the counter as he stood up when they ate. Bob did find out she liked eggs. After she tried some, she ate more. She also gave him some. Being silly, he fed her some fish and egg.

Bob was thinking she was healing OK. She was smiling more. He also thought about how she got herself around. After breakfast, he took her out to the barn. Looking over what they had, he used a couple small barrel tops and a shaft then a couple 2x4 pieces and a chunk of plywood to make a small two wheeled cart. As she watched he got down on his knees on the cart and used his hands to walk himself around. He then had her try.

On her knees, she balanced herself, her bandaged fluke on the back of the cart, then she pulled herself along and giggled. Great! She liked it, he wouldn't have to carry her everywhere, and she wouldn't get sore knees. She waved for him to follow and hand walked herself out of the barn.

Bob walked by her as she went down through the yard. He also noticed an alligator just off the shore, watching them. He had her stop, and pointed at the alligator. She saw it and frowned. obviously she wanted to get back in the lake.

Bob waved his hands in a no-no gesture. "Tail ahh," he said pointing at her bandage.

She frowned at him. A look at her bandaged tail then a longing look at the lake and she turned around. She made it almost back to the barn the looked at him and held her arms up to him. She looked upset. He picked her up. In his arms she pointed to the house. "Baath."

As he took her back in, she held her arms around his neck, snuggled into him.

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The next couple days were the same. Baths for the mermaid, cleaning out the bath after, feeding her and letting her sleep cuddled up to him. The third day here, she coaxed him into the bathroom. This time she slipped to her knees outside the bathtub, and filled it, checking the temperature. When it was ready, she resisted Bob's pull to get her in. She pointed to him, then the water. "Bob in," she said in her moaning tone.

Yeah, he hadn't even had a shower in a few days. He thought about getting naked in front of her, then dismissed it. She was constantly naked in front of him. He got undressed, she reached up and got out a towel, then a washcloth.

Getting in the bath, even though it was cool, did feel good. Leading over the tub, she ran the wash cloth over him.

"I can do it," he said and reach for the washcloth. She pulled it back and gently pushed him back down. He got it. Since he had washed her in the bath, she was going to wash him. Yeah, another scene his wives would not be happy with.

Bob tried to relax, but she was washing closer to his groin and it was getting a reaction. He was growing stiff from her attentions. Worse yet, she watched it grow, then gently stroked it. She let out a cooing sound and smiled at Bob.

Aw no, this wasn't good. Bob moved to get up. The mermaid pulled herself up onto the edge of the tub and in, knocking him back down. The only good thing was she kept the lower part of her tail out of the water. Cooing, she washed his side and chest, casting him an impish look. She then laid her head on his upper chest and stroked his hard member.

"I hope you're not thinking about sex," he said, feeling vulnerable. "They say sex in water isn't healthy." Yeah, he was loosing his mind, he blurted out whatever came to him.

She lifted one of his hands onto a breast. He fondled it. He the felt warmth on the end of his shaft. Her hips lowered and enfolded him. He gasped out, and squeezed a little on her breast. She pushed his hand onto her and her hips moved up and down.

She felt good and she was tight. Bob wanted to stop her but his body wouldn't let him. He held her and let her have her way with him. This was a different experience. One arm around him, the other pressing his hand to her breast, she let out soft coos as she humped him. When she shuddered and gripped him tight, that set him off. He let out a moan as he orgasmed deep inside her. She let out a long loud coo.

They laid there, he swore she was gripping his shift tight to keep it inside her. She lifted up to look at him. All he could do was kiss her. They kissed, and she made sure his hand didn't leave her breast. After the long kiss, she moved up to place her chest in his face and guided him to the other breast.

While he suckled on her, with her hand on the back of his head, he was thinking about how mad Joan was going to be. For some reason he thought abut her wanting him to get in the bath. Bob was 'in' all right. In the bath, inside the mermaid and 'in' big trouble. He also wasn't sure how he was going to get them out of the tub.