Summary
The Animal Affairs Bureau matched me with a merman husband. Our compatibility was a perfect one hundred percent.
He didn’t like me, though.
After the umpteenth time my enthusiasm met a cold shoulder, I decided I was done indulging him.
We’d already been intimate, yet he still refused to admit he liked me.
Then one evening, just as I leaned toward him in the bathtub, a flurry of floating comments appeared before my eyes.
[He looks like he’s suffering some terrible injustice, but I bet he’s secretly loving this!]
[Admit it, buddy. You fell for her in your second month in this house.]
[The most stubborn part of this man is his mouth.]
[Out loud: You can have my body, but you’ll never have my heart! Inside: My wife smiled at me. Even the breeze smells sweeter!]