Wheeling Gull Isle hike up your skirt a little more

When the male still seemed receptive to her company, the whipping of her tail picked up to an almost frenzied pace. Any moment, he could grow tired of this game, and although Doe was not at all sure what she wanted from this encounter, she knew that she definitely didn't want it to end - not just yet, at least.

Comforted by his steadfast presence and - therefore - emboldened, she came a bit closer once more and tried again:

"H- he- " Her throat would still not cooperate with her. She swallowed back against the lump that stopped her words and - nearly choking - swallowed again. "Help." Yellow eyes widened comically in surprise. She'd meant to greet him, but - "Help. Help me." There it was again. The words were soft and raspy, but undeniable in their meaning. Her breath came a bit faster.

"Please help," she said, a bit more clearly this time, and with a pleading edge to her voice. She didn't know what she needed help with, but she was sure that she needed it. Something had to stop this feeling of impending doom within her. There had to be some cure to the endless cycles of fear and hysteria. Someone had to be able to rescue her, to pluck her out of the sea where she could do no more than tread water and desperately try to keep her head above the waves.