Izzy opens the door to the motel room, and Jacob is lying half asleep on the bed. “Izzy, did that really happen st night?” he says from under his bnket, half attempting to hide from the world and the other half attempting to hide from the sun.

  “You mean the wild sex we had with a werewolf? Yeah, that happened—that is, unless you want us to forget it ever happened,” Izzy says, a frown creeping onto her face. “but I think you really enjoyed it.” She hides the frown with a fake smile and pulls the bnkets off his head. “I know I did. But it's a new day! I think it's time you and I go for a swim.”

  “Izzy, I haven't even had breakfast yet,” he groans and sits up in bed.

  “Come on, it will be fun; you get to see me in a new swimsuit,” she pleads, holding it up for him to see.

  He groggily gets up and digs in his bag looking for his own swimsuit. He holds up a pair of ridiculous-looking swim shorts with pineapples on them. He slips them on while she puts on her swimsuit. “What do you think?” she asks, twirling around.

  “I think it’s stunning on you,” he says, moving close and holding her then giving her a kiss. “Let’s go get wet.”

  She smirks, “Phrasing.”

  He ughed hard enough to fully wake up, “Knowing you tely, you already are.”

  She grabs a towel and winds it up and snaps it at him in mock anger just before wrapping it around herself and tossing one to him. They walk to the bar together.

  She smiles at the cat. “You know the showers are in the motel rooms, right?” He mocks

  She fshes him a view of what's underneath. “Not bad, Marylyn wore it better, but that's an unattainable goal after all.” He shows too many teeth. “At least for you.”

  She throws the towel at the cat, who grabs it out of the air. “You can’t go around shooting the person who is telling the truth. That’s how you end up with geopolitical instability,” the cat says, throwing the towel back. “Also, that's twice in one day you have assaulted me, once with toast and now a towel. What's next, a trivet? Do you just have a thing for T’s?”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she says back. Jacob waves his eyes averted, trying not to look at the cat so he can avoid his own verbal assault.

  As soon as they leave through the pool entrance The cat sighs and turns to the fmingo eating a seafood tray, “She may not see it, but she is becoming more violent or confident; I am unsure.”

  The fmingo looks at the Cat and then goes back to eating. “Your right, it might just be more fun to watch this py out,” he smirks and straightens his bow tie.

  Izzy, with Jacob in tow, walks into the pool area. As she enters, she sees Grup wave a coconut carved in the shape of a skull at her from the kidney-shaped hot tub that is behind the lounge pool. She walks over. “Hello, Grup,” she says and points at Jacob. “This is Jacob, Jacob Grup, and Grup Jacob.”

  Grup waves noncommittally at Jacob; his eyes gnce at him momentarily before switching back to the high priestess of the filing cabinet, “You are her regur mate. She is a treat in the bedroom. I am unsure what you provide for her that I cannot.”

  He moves his legs to reveal the biggest penis Jacob has ever seen. It bobbed on the surface like a submarine rising out of the ocean. Jacob looks at it for a moment longer than he should have. “Yes, I know it's impressive, but that is no reason to stare,” Grup says with one tough eyebrow raising a fraction of an inch.

  Jacob ughs, “It's a shipping hazard.”

  “What is a shipping hazard consort of the High Priestess?” Grup asks, sipping from his straw.

  “Your dick is a shipping hazard. You might want to be careful you don't sink the Titanic.”

  Grup's other eyebrow raises, “Oh, I see now. You keep him around because he is funny!” Grup genuinely ughs. “I shall have to tell my friends this joke; it is a good one. Tell me, is your penis also a shipping hazard? Or is it more like a Vienna sausage?”

  Jacob now flustered, “My dick is plenty big enough; not enough that we need warning buoys or to alert the coast guard to its presence.”

  “Easy boys,” she says as she starts dragging Jacob away. “Let's not start any international incidents.”

  “Where are you going? There is plenty of room for you and your jester in this hot tub.” Grup calls after her. “We can practice sinking the Titanic over and over and over while Jacob pretends to be the coastguard!”

  But she gives him a dismissive wave and says, “Maybe some other time, Grup.”.