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8waters. But her ears were good. There was a sound, very soft, of something coming closer. It made a slithering noise but smoother and softer in sound then any snake she knew.Before, it had just slithered around from the corner. It might have made a similar sound but she was distracted by her mother and father having a violent row just inside the house; the very reason she had gone outside. The sound of his belt beating her and her muted screams had made her cover her ears. She was that way, the time it came, when it touched her.The sound again. Oh, yes, yes, please let it be the thing. She had her eyes closed when first contact was made and never opened them again until it left. She never saw it. She was too lost in the pleasure of its touch.She opened her legs as wide as she could, sliding them deliberately into the wettest mud, the path the visitor was most likely to find easiest. She strained her ears to detect every sound, filtering out the noise from the swamp and honing in on the slithering promise.It touched her. Wet, soft, pointed. She felt the touch break. Was it uncertain? Please, please touch me again, she screamed in her head, and it touched her again. She should encourage it, she thought, and gently put out her hand and touched it gently back. It stopped moving. It%u2019s uncertain, she thought. She slid her hand along its oily skin, brought it back and repeated it, the way one might gently stroke and relax a dog. She kept her eyes closed. Maybe it can see and if it saw her looking at it, might that scare it away, she thought? She kept her body still, her breathing soft, and stroked it until it ventured moving forwards a few inches again and then stopped.She felt with her hand that more oily liquid seemed to be coming out through its slippery skin. She stroked it some more and thought maybe it Swamp Tramp