Seduced by Shark Shifters III: Tom's Turn

Sometimes you find yourself in situations that just don’t seem possible or plausible. If you dreamed scenarios like these, you would wake up and say something like, “Wow, that was insane. Wonder what the symbolism was in that.” Or perhaps you wouldn’t say a thing. You would just immediately seek out the help of a good psychiatrist. For instance, this evening, I am standing half-naked, in a cage that looks like something out of an old Jacques Cousteau episode on some retro TV channel or maybe one of those cable shows where people practically beg sharks to attack them. The metal cage is suspended above a three-story glass aquarium tank that begins on the first floor of a rather kinky bar and grille. Two sharks, that appear to be bull sharks, are swimming in the tank. I’m wearing an oxygen tank and mask, and a gold lamè thong that looks like it was sewn on me. For some reason that I can’t explain, all of this seems okay. Hold on, let me be honest, I do know why it seems okay. It all seems okay because I am in love with an i***t. He’s the same i***t I have been in love with since college, and quite possibly before that. He’s also wearing a gold lamè thong, an oxygen tank, and a mask. Logan looks up at me and even through his oxygen mask his face tells me that everything is going to be all right. And being the i***t that I am, I believe him. Logan leans up and holds me, and that’s about the time I feel the cage suddenly drop and begin to sink into the water. As we sink I am more caught up in Logan’s arms around me than I am in the water, well at least until the water completely covers us. That’s when it sets in that there is no top on this cage. It’s open to anything that wants to come in here. As I see the two sharks slowly circle the cage while it descends, my heart begins to sink as well. That’s when I get the biggest surprise of all, the kind of surprise that those of us who live by the water eventually come to expect. You can tell that I’ve been around Logan a while because like he often does, I am getting ahead of myself. Let me go back to how Logan and I got into this mess in the first place. My name is Tom Whitmore, and this is our story.