“Help!” I shouted, adding a bit of flailing to my repertoire, hoping the commotion would catch his eye. “Help! I’m drowning!”
Tom got inside his vehicle. My heart sank to my stomach. And my c**k, poor thing, miserably shrank. Also, with all my mad flailing, plus the rather chilly temperature of the water, I was developing a bit of a cramp in my leg. “Damn,” I said. “That can’t be good.”
Tom started to pull away. I started to hyperventilate. And that cramp in my leg spread to fully half of my body. So when I yelled “Help! I’m drowning!” this time I bloody well meant it. “HELP!” I bellowed, my head barely above the water. “HELP!” I coughed and sputtered and madly flung my arms.
Lo and behold, the delivery vehicle came to a screeching halt. In that instant, time, though not my thrashing ar
