To that, Randy dipped a fingertip in some of the mud coating his face and dotted her nose with it.

Susan squealed and swatted him away, "Gross!"

Randy laughed at her and turned to head for the showers...

Greta was already there, "Told you it was sexy, now let me get you all nice and clean," she fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Randy smiled and ran a muddy hand through her hair.

Greta turned on the shower and started rinsing off.

"That wasn't bad at all," Randy remarked, though he doubted he'd have enjoyed mud wrestling so much had it actually been with Karl.

Greta gave him a kiss, "No it wasn't, I had fun,"

He smiled and kissed her back. "I may like to wrestle you more often," he replied.

"Bring it on, if you think you can take me!" she said giving him a gentle punch in the arm.

He chuckled and gave her a light shove. "Name the time and place."

She giggled and kissed him, "Anywhere you want, darling!"

Randy picked her up. "Choose your words wisely," he warned.

Greta wrapped her arms around him, "Oh? Why?"

"Well, I may just take you right here," said Randy. He coiled his tentacles around her.

Greta wriggled against him, "What if I'm not opposed?"