Jo’s mouth salivated and she tried to pinch herself for memorizing the nude bodies of two strange men. “I’m not a land-walker. You’re a mermaid. Merlad?” Rising from her mind came the tales of harrowed sailors left adrift in the doldrums told to her by nannies. It was always beautiful women trying to charm the men to their depths.
They never told of men with chiseled bodies, soul-capturing eyes, and heartwarming smiles who rescued women. Nor if said lustful objects of manhood would devour the women they saved or not.
Enki turned to the taciturn Namhu, his innocent face crinkled in confusion. “What’s a mermaid?”
“Some of them call us that,” Namhu spoke. “Most get it wrong.”