“Wait a second. I can’t—”

It wasn’t my fault, what happened next. She let the towel drop completely and, well, yogurt or not, I had to admit she really cleaned up nicely. And she took advantage of my momentary slack-jawed stare to grab me, put her lips to mine, and give me another one of those tasty kisses that I remembered from the night before. This time, I didn’t close my eyes, so I got to watch as she more or less poured herself into my mouth and down my throat, vanishing completely in under two seconds.

I heard her giggle echo up my throat and through my Eustacean tubes. “See you next month!”

“Cindy? Wait!” But with a gurgle, she was gone. I sighed. I hated to admit it, but my gut actually did feel better with her in it. And I doubted anything short of surgery could get her out if she didn’t want to come. I guessed I was just going to have to live with it.

But next time I saw her, Cindy Lou and I were going to have words. At least I’d have a whole month in which to think of some good ones.