When the plane started to shake and make a noise like a tortured soul I figured that it was over. At one point it nosed down and then I KNEW I was about to buy the farm. At the last minute it pulled up and for just a second I thought we might make it…then the tail section hit the water and I was wet.

As was my general habit I was sitting in the ass end of the plane. For one thing I like to visit with the stewardesses and for another the noise never has been a bother to me as it is to some and there are usually a couple of seats that are a little more alone back there.

When the tail section hit the water it broke off and went skittering over the waves while the main body of the plane took a hop and then went in nose first and was GONE in a flash. It all happened so fast that I hardly had a chance to be scared before it was over…I looked up in a daze saw the white light glowing above, unclipped the seat belt and swam up to it shaken, a little fuzzy but essentially it seemed, uninjured.

The white light turned out to be the tropical sun and not an invitation to immediately meet my maker. There wasn’t anything left!! It was just me all alone in the ocean. After a while I saw a little debris but not near as much as I thought should be normal and no bodies. I finally did manage to gather a few seat cushions and that made floating slightly better.

By the second day I was seeing things. Some of them were probably real and THOSE I preferred to assume were just my imagination. At one point there seemed to be fins almost 4 feet tall coming at me from all directions and another time something pushed me around for a bit before leaving me.

On day 4 the mermaid appeared and things were better after that. She was pretty and kept me company so I wasn’t alone. She couldn’t understand what I meant about something to drink. I guess a mermaid living in the ocean doesn’t drink…maybe they just soak the water up through their skins. She had great boobs!

Early one morning she popped up and asked me how long I wanted to float along on top in the sun and why I didn’t go home with her down below. I don’t think she understood that I couldn’t breathe water like her. Finally just to make her happy I let her pull me under and try to take me home. She was hollering at me and shaking me around so I thought what the fuck I WAS getting tired of just bobbing up and down on the waves anyway!

It WAS nice going down. I tried to hold my breath but she rolled me over and over trying to get me to breathe like her so I finally gave in and breathed…IT WORKED!! She was right and for the first time in days I could relax and sleep while she rocked me gently.

When I awoke I stretched and tried to tell my mermaid to turn off the bright ass light but I guess talking underwater doesn’t work very well. Fuck it! I squeezed my eyes shut hard and went back to sleep.

The next time I woke up it wasn’t near as pleasant. I had water in my lungs and it made me cough and the mermaid kept telling me that I had to drink and kept trying to make me. I wondered why she suddenly had this change of heart but it was too hard to think and I went back to sleep.

Suddenly I opened my eyes and LOOKED up. There was a ceiling above me and I had an extremely familiar feeling going on!! I looked and the mermaid was standing beside my bed holding up of all things, a red enema bag with a red hose running from it!

I realized what the familiar feeling was and wondered why in the hell a mermaid would be giving me an enema! I tried to ask but the sounds that came out of my mouth were just croaks and wheezes.

“Thank God you are finally awake!!” She turned and yelled, “Ashley, Cora, Ellen, he’s awake!! Bring water. He is trying to talk!!!”

Three more mermaids came running in. I wondered about the legs but legs or tails, they were nonetheless very pretty I thought. One of them held up my head and offered me a spoon of water. It was pretty good and I swallowed it instead of inhaling it. She gave me a bunch more while the first mermaid continued with my enema. I finally croaked a few times and eventually managed to make myself understood.

“Have I been bad?”

The one holding my head and spooning water to me asked, “No, why would you think you had been bad?”

“When I am bad my Mama gives me enemas. Do mermaids give you enemas when you’re bad too?”

The one giving me my water orally said softly, “No baby, you haven’t been bad. Here you get enemas when you are a good boy.” She turned to the one holding the bag. “He’s delirious.”

“I’m not a De Lerious!! I’m Methodist! Methodists get enemas when they are BAD!!!”

“You don’t like the enema?” The one holding the bag asked. “When you tried to drink it kept going down the wrong hole and choking you.”

“OH!! I understand…it was the wrong hole!!!”

“Yes!” She answered brightly.

“You’re silly!” I told her. “You don’t give someone and enema in their mouth!! I’m glad you finally found the right HOLE!!!” I was quiet for a moment thinking about how silly mermaids are and then in a conspiratorial whisper, “Don’t tell my Mama, but I really DO like enemas! They make my peter stand up. SEE!” I rolled over and showed her. Evidently they suddenly realized how silly giving me and enema in the mouth was because they all started laughing. I was tired and so just rolled back over and went to sleep.

This time my waking was a little different. I opened my eyes and sort of understood that I was in a bed. I didn’t know where that bed was or how I got there but I seemed to think it was a good thing. A beautiful angel walked into my room. She wore a long flowing white dress of light material that reached mid thigh and when she passed in front of a window I saw that angels are build a lot nicer than most of the women that I had known.

“I see you are with us again. Do you remember anything?”

I thought hard then realized what had happened, “The mermaids brought me to you?” I looked her over and asked, “Do Angels like you give you enemas when you are bad like Methodists or are you like the mermaids and give them when you are good?”

She smiled, “You really are fixated on enemas aren’t you? Well you will like it here. Here you get them when you are good AND when you are bad.” She sat down beside me. “What is your name? Do you remember your name?”

“I’m Seth!! Course I know my name!! Do you know yours? I hope angels are smarter than mermaids!! Mermaids are nice but one tried to give me an enema in the mouth and nearly drowned me before she figured out it was the wrong hole!” I told her with childish disdain.

“I’m Cora; it’s nice to meet you Seth.” She held out her hand just like a regular person so I took it and we shook. “How old are you?”

I thought hard. “I’m not sure. I remember my birthday wasn’t long ago.”

“It doesn’t matter. How old would you like to be?” She asked.

“I want to be free, white, single and 21!!!” I told her.

She chuckled, “OK we will go with 21 then. Would you like something to eat?”

“Yeah! A Cheese burger!!”

“How about some soup instead. You have been sick.”

I looked at her. “I’m sick? Your going to feed me chicken doodle soup and then stick one of those things in my butt before you give me and enema aren’t you?”

“What sort of thing in your butt Seth?”

“I don’t KNOW! My back is turned. When you are sick they are always sticking SOMETHING in your butt…” I suddenly was very concerned. “You aren’t going to give me a SHOT in the butt are you????”

Laughing now she answered, “No Seth, no shots!”

I looked up and saw another angel coming into the room. She had the red bag and I glared at Cora. “Not FAIR! You said that I could have the chicken doodle first!”

“You’re right Seth. Seth this is my sister Gina. Gina, Seth wants his soup before you give him the enema OK?”

“Sure, what ever makes him happiest!” She answered brightly…Angels are nice!

I ate some really good soup but it wasn’t chicken doodle! After I had rested for a little while, Gina came back to give me the enema. It was a strange enema. She put the nozzle thingy in my butt and then it was going in so slow that I went to sleep.

I woke up in the night screaming and someone came to me and held me close. She finally got under the covers with me and I settled down and went back to sleep. It was NOT my Mama. My Mama has little titties she had big soft ones!!

I woke up with a start. I looked around and couldn’t figure out where I was. I remembered flying out of Bush Intercontinental heading to Rio and that was the last thing I remembered. I thought hard and didn’t remember drinking. Fuck if I missed my flight or something my goose was cooked. I jumped out of bed and trotted over to the window. Outside was definitely not Houston nor did it look like Rio!! Fuck, had someone slipped me something? My brain felt like it had fur on it!

“You’re UP! Very good Seth, how do you feel?” I turned and the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen was standing there in the door. She was tall and tanned bronze with blond hair and a body that you only saw in the movies. All she was wearing as a sarong wrapped around her hips and a sort of tube top bikini top thingie that left only the exact size of her areolas in doubt.

“You know me?” I asked confused. Then for some reason I looked down and realized that I was naked and panicked. I turned and jumped in the bed and yanked the covers up to my chin.

“Oh, so now you are my shy little boy! You weren’t so shy last night.”

OH FUCK!! I couldn’t remember even seeing her before and she is talking about LAST NIGHT!! I looked at her and realized that this was truly a great loss!! My memory I mean. “I ah, AH, It was GREAT!! Was it good for you?”

“Once you calmed down and stopped crying you were a very nice and cuddly little buddy. You seem to find special comfort in hiding your face between my breasts though.”

“I bet I did…Did you say when I quit CRYING!!??”

She suddenly realized what was happening. “Seth, how old are you?” Do you know my name?”

“I’m 26 and much to my shame my dear, I don’t have a clue who you are. But I would definitely like to get to know you. Or remember or what ever. Where am I anyway? What day is it?”

“Let me go get my sisters. Don’t move I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she was out of the room I was out of the bed and searching franticly for my clothes! I pulled open every drawer and all that I could find were women’s clothes. I heard someone returning and I leaped back into the bed.

Into the room walked the four most beautiful women that I had ever seen. They were all equally beautiful and all obviously related and all looked to be the same age. The one that I was talking to introduced herself as Cora and then in order were her sisters ,Ashley, Ellen and Gina. When I looked at Gina especially I felt something strange.

I started to ask the rapid fire questions but Cora held up her hand and shushed me. “First off Seth, what do you remember? What’s your last name for example?”

I opened my mouth and it suddenly hit me…I didn’t know. “I…I can’t remember. I remember that I was in Houston and caught a flight out of Bush heading for Rio De Janerro and it was real important that I be on time but that is ALL I remember.”

“OK,” Cora said, “This is what we know. A plane flying out of Bush going to Brazil went down somewhere out in the ocean a little over two hundred miles from here a little over ten days ago. You washed up on our beach four and a half days ago dehydrated, sun burned and delirious. We have been taking care of you ever since and it has been…interesting. You are now, on Princess Jane Isle a privately owned little bit of land three hundred miles north east of Costa Rica. You have been rather confused. We have tried to keep you calm and get you rehydrated and fed while you regain your memories. I’m glad to say that you seem to be improving.