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“I thought it had lasers.”

“It does.” He stepped into the shower with me and pointed to a button with squiggles. “This is for the laser cleanser.” The ones beside it had different markings. “These control the liquid cleansing. Looks like you hit the soap. You’ll want to rinse with this. To increase the temperature, hit the plus sign. To cool it, the minus.” He explained each button and finished with, “Understand?”

No, but I nodded. “Yes.”

“If you can’t remember, then the shower also responds to voice commands.”

“You can order it to cleanse me?”

Apparently, it was that simple, because suddenly the fluid shot out again, but the commander stood in the way.

I glanced down as his clothes absorbed the liquid. “I think you should have undressed first.”

“Are you offering to help?” A corner of his mouth quirked.

Once more, that strange thing happened as I looked at him. My nipples tightened. My belly tingled, and the throb between my legs returned. Not unpleasant and definitely new.

My hands went to his shirt, and with his help, we peeled it from his body, revealing a wide chest. Wide and ridged. The liquid made it glisten, and I had the oddest urge to stroke his flesh.

So I did, my hand running through the gel substance, smearing it and making it foam. He said nothing, just stood rigid as I spread it over his body and then, so as to not waste it, did my frame as well. A second jet of liquid emerged and rinsed us, warm and pleasant.

A gasp escaped me. “What is that?”

“Fresh water.”

I froze. Horrified. “We’re bathing in water?” It was the most rare of things in the Caves.

“Don’t worry. It’s part of my allocated license. And it’s recycled, so we barely waste a drop.”

He made it sound normal, and yet, as it streamed through my fingers, it brought forth the stark reality of the difference between us. A difference that, for some reason, angered me. The citizens of the Caves had so little. Why did he have so much?

“You need to do your hair.” He positioned me for the next round in the shower, his fingers massaging my scalp, and slowly my irritation lessened.

I tried to ignore the fact that water rinsed me clean. It felt too good to hate. I even tilted my face into it and uttered a noise of pleasure.

“This is nice.”

The commander abruptly left. No word of explanation. Just gone. Perhaps he’d been called away again.

I continued to enjoy the water until it shut off. But the pleasure lingered, as did the scent left on my skin. I also remained aware of my body in a way I’d never experienced. I noticed it now, running my hands over my flesh, exploring it, for once not being rushed by a chiming schedule. I could even properly see myself, as there was a large mirror over the basin in the counter.

It proved fascinating to see my fingers skimming my skin, to feel parts of me tighten and tingle. The throb between my legs got more insistent.

Could it be I was sick? Or perhaps this had to do with breeding with my vulva preparing itself for the eventual insertion of his phallus. I wished I’d asked Serena more questions.

Would the commander know the answers?

I exited the bathroom to see an item of clothing left on the bed. The oversized tunic molded my body and hit just below my knees. The pants appeared to be missing all of the leg fabric and covered only my groin. Strange, but I put them on, even if they fit too snugly.

Emerging from my sleeping cubicle, I found my way back to the entrance of the apartment.

The commander stood behind the counter and appeared to be preparing our meal. He put a bowl in front of me, the chunks in it floating in a white broth.

I lifted it to my lips

“Not like that,” he exclaimed. “Here’s a spoon.”

I set down the bowl and eyed the tool he offered. “How does it work?”

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