<span style="color: #00BF00">Merrin wiggled her toes as he ankles and calves slowly slid down into D's throat. She was breathless, at the edge of panic. She needed to talk herself down, since D would obviously not be able to speak to her. She opened her mouth to speak before feeling her stomach turned violently with nausea. No! she thought angrily at herself. She was a predator. She was tough. She was going slide into D's churning belly with grace, not covered in her own vomit. She looked down into D's eyes, looking for comfort in them but found none- only the devilish gaze of a fox pounced upon a wounded hare.<br/><br/>"Um..." she started to ask. "I... I know this is kind of wimpy, but... Will you let Chris hold my hand?" Merrin felt shameful. She knew it would make her seem like a frightened child, but she also knew that Chris's strong figure would make her feel more secure.</span>