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“Well hello stranger,” Treylor says, diffusing the rebuke with a smile. She wraps her magnificently voluptuous naked body in a towel and sits on a lounge chair. Venorians are used to sharing communal baths, and this shared pool is something of a communal bathing space in our household. On first moving in together, our Venorian friends asked if we minded them swimming naked, and we all told them we didn’t. Live and let live is my motto.
Behind her, I see Pravol emerge from the water, and I wouldn’t be human if I didn’t notice the equal magnificence of his naked body. Truly, these two mates are a match made in heaven. He’s tall, powerfully muscled, and nearly as well-endowed as Kirimor. These alien species make our own puny human bodies pale in comparison.
As he dries himself off on a nearby towel, I clear my throat and say, “Good morning all. How was your dip in the pool?”
“It was good,” responds Treylor. “It was very hot last night, and we needed to cool off. Did you not feel the heat too?”
I flush guiltily, though I have nothing to feel guilty about. “I was somewhere else in the mountains actually, so I had a very pleasant night.”
Pravol raises his brows at this. “You were with the sicortar?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“We saw the three of you leave yesterday with the sicortar’s son, but they returned without you.”
“Ah yes, it’s hard to keep things private when we all live together.”
“I apologize if we are being nosy,” says Treylor. “But I am very curious. Are you having a fling with the hot priest?”
At this, Pravol glowers. I’m not sure if it’s because of Treylor calling Kirimor a hot priest or because he disapproves of my having an affair. Venorians mate for life, and as far as Pravol is concerned, my mate is Wyatt.
“A fling? Nope.”
Treylor approaches me and puts her forehead to mine, a traditional Venorian greeting, and also their way of reading other people’s minds. She steps back a moment later, a puzzled expression on her face. “I sense joy, excitement and conflicted emotions. What is going on, Melinda?”
“I—I’ve fallen for the hot priest, and he’s fallen for me.”
“So you are having a fling.”
I shake my head. “No, I refuse to become his until he stops his relations with his drashas.”
“I understand that is not feasible for a sicortar,” says Pravol.
“So the solution is for him to stop being sicortar and pass the baton on to someone else.”
“And he has agreed to that?”
“He says he will work on finding a replacement as soon as possible. We shall see how good his word is.”
“And what about Wyatt?” asks Pravol, looking troubled.
“Wyatt and I are over,” I say gently.
He looks like he’s about to say something, but Treylor stops him with a hand on his arm. She says with a smile, “You are wise to wait before committing yourself, Melinda. Hold off until you are sure of your course of action. In time, hopefully things will become clearer.”
I smile back. “Hopefully. I better run and get changed. I’m supposed to visit a recycling plant with Troy this morning. Have you seen him?”
“I believe he is having breakfast in the kitchen with his lover boy.”
I giggle. “I see. Well, seeing as Kirimor has already fed me, I can skip breakfast and let the two lovers enjoy a romantic meal in peace.”
“Kirimor? Is that the sicortar’s name?” asks Pravol.
“Yes, it is.”
“I see. Go in peace, Melinda.”
“Thanks, have a great day you two, go in peace.”
