He was a smooth operator, this one—his silky body caressing mine in most provocative ways. But I knew we wouldn’t be leaving together, as his home was a large sandbar he shared with several of his wingmen—very large wingmen, actually—emphasis on wing. Although we’re visiting their habitat in the wild, let’s be clear here. They know where their next squid meal is coming from.
But Midnight and I made close eye contact—and I mean close—his eyes were huge. We were so sympatico as I held his huge, slinky body in my outstretched arms that I kissed him on the nose, which I later learned guaranteed me seven years of good luck. A totally unexpected bonus.
