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66She looked at Carla who was happy again and was pushing her hands into the film of them and watching as the film, made of tens of creatures, moved up her arms.%u201cWhat a beautiful tickling sensation,%u201d Carla uttered.Martha kissed her. %u201cIt looks like it%u2019s going to be few weeks again without you being in skin contact with me again. I think we are going to have to catch a few more eels.%u201dThey both laughed.Months passed. The marshal had come looking for the missing men but finding nothing, left them alone and in peace. He had though, imparted some news to Carla. He told her that her mother had died. It was through a bad batch of drugs that had claimed eight people%u2019s lives in the town. Carla felt nothing and hardly thought about at all after.Martha and Carla got on well together. They always had enough to eat. They spent most of their days, fishing, hunting, and distilling molasses to make rum. Carla had the extra duty of feeding and caring for the creatures she was repeatedly giving birth to each time she orgasmed.Larger ones from earlier generations came to visit her often. The very large ones, presumably males, would use their tentacles to fuck her and would somehow draw into themselves the green stream of babies from her. She wondered, until she saw one day, what they did with it. They would find a female creature, mate again with her, and squirt the babies into her. Carla was pleased as it meant she did not have to be doing all the work of raising them by herself.Within a year, the swamp was teeming with them. Too many for them all to survive on the food in the waters. They were able to breathe air readily when out of the water and used gills when immersed. Some began to stray away across land, finding lakes, rivers and oceans. Swamp Tramp