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You ever see a mermaid before? I don't mean those cartoon characters with the fish tails and seashell bras, no. I mean the real kind, who look just as human as your mom and your sister and wear nothing at all. I have. I was just out on the trawler, fishing like normal when suddenly I saw these two women in the water. They were hugging and kissing and doing all sorts of...well, they were doing the kinds of things regular land Zenrists do. And they were doing just under the surface of the water. Sometimes a part of them would breach the air, an arm, a leg, a breast, a butt cheek or two...but not once did their faces ever surface. It was like they didn't need to breathe at all. And when they finally got done, they just...swam back down. But not without shooting a look right at me.
Let me tell you something: a sight like that changes a man. I used to think those lesbian nudist cultists were just crazy, but after seeing those mermaids make love to each other in the sea like they were a part of it...I'm starting to think there's something deeper going on with them. Which is why I caught a couple copies of their book, and giving them each to my wife and daughter.