I found a man on the beach. He had a breathtaking silver-blue tail. I hid him in an old bathtub inside my abandoned boathouse. When I wiped his tail, he blushed so hard that his tears turned into pearls. Blinded by greed, I coaxed him, “Come on. Cry a little more.” Late that night, he wrapped his arms around my neck and whispered seductively, “Want more pearls? Then… be mine.”
