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32%u201cWhat name?%u201d%u201cSwamp Tramp,%u201d Martha replied with a friendly smile.Carla smiled. %u201cWhat time is it?%u201d%u201cNine pm,%u201d Martha replied.%u201cI think we should remove our clothes and go outside,%u201d Carla said.%u201cYou think it will come?%u201d Martha asked.Carla smiled and kissed her. %u201cMaybe. Either way, we can have sex out there by the waters of the swamp. You and me, or us and it.%u201dMartha stood up, removed her clothes, walked over to where she kept the rum bottles, and picked up a full bottle. %u201cReady,%u201d she said.Carla removed her tee shirt and shorts. She never wore underwear. She had always liked the minimum amount of clothes on her and really preferred to wear nothing at all; a desire rarely carried out due to her father.%u201cShould we just sit here?%u201d Martha asked when they were outside.Carla saw it was a bright moonlit night, but there was no movement in the air. The night was one that threatened to be stifling. Already both of them were covered with sweat that refused to evaporate.%u201cYes. But maybe not on the chairs,%u201d she replied and sat on the boards with her legs and feet on the ground. Martha sat next to her with the bottle and two glasses. She poured out rum and put the bottle to one side, handing a glass to Carla.%u201cThanks,%u201d said Carla. %u201cOh, I do hope it comes. Since it first pushed a tentacle into me, I%u2019ve been able to think of little else.%u201d%u201cWhat will your parents do when they realise you%u2019ve not come home?%u201d Martha asked, sipping the rum.Carla shrugged. %u201cI expect they%u2019ll come here either tomorrow or the day after. I won%u2019t be going back. I%u2019d prefer to live rough in the swamp lands than ever go back to that life again.%u201dSwamp Tramp