A yawn escaped from her lips. The fishing today had gone better than expected. She’d collected more molluscs than the restaurant could serve for a while. Some thousands of them were packed away into nets and wooden boxes here in the docks.. The City Guard wouldn’t let the live ones into the city proper, of course… they were somewhat hazardous to the citizenry. But the Laughing Clam Restaurant had licences to operate a fresh seafood restaurant by the water… so Cleo’s mother’s breeding house backed the Restaurant, and as a result, they had one of the only private doors to the outside of the Barricades.. During the day, it was open for hawking fisherwoman to sell their wares to the restaurant, and by night it was locked down tight..

Cleo looked at the tightly wrapped net of Clams.She was an expert Clam freediver and had maintained her netting well, always checking for holes and weaknesses.. And it was the only comfortable looking thing around that she could use as a pillow for a midday kip.

“Ah, fuck it”, she thought.
“I deserve a little afternoon siesta before I head back out onto the water.”
And she lay out over the deck, propping her head lightly against the bulk of the netted Clams.
She stretched out her body over the netting, and she drifted off to sleep.
“Just… A … couple of… Minutes.”
And before she knew it, she was snoozing in the warm summer air, her sleeping body still glistening with lakewater that beaded off her curves..








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