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Speedy apologized, and let out another string of giggles as his wave crashed on her. She bounded towards him and planted another lick on his cheek before turning and giving him a coy look. He wasn't surprised this time, and he actually liked the way it felt. He loved physical contact and affection, just like her. He began to pounce towards her again, looking as if he were about to tackle her into the water, then just before he slammed into her, he halted, reached forward and gave her a quick lick on the cheek. Then another. Now we're even, he said with a coy wink of his own.