"You'rre a verry lonely perrson, arren't you?" she asked, looking at me."You'rre a verry lonely perrson, arren't you?" she asked, looking at me. She had stretched out on the ratty old blanket I had brought. I looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?" She replied with another question. "When was the last time you had sex?" "Huh? Uhm..." Ohmigod. Never? No, that's not the right answer... "Not yet, not on Pendor." She smiled an ironic smile, as if expecting that. "Why not?" "M'Ress..." This conversation was making me very uncomfortable. She suddenly got very angry, as if her Felinzi nature just flared behind her eyes, and she was almost threatening. "Look, you..." and just as quickly it sloughened off. "Ken, remember what you told us? All the little tales and stories about how we should live our own lives, do our own things? Remember? About how you told us we should love who we wanted to, as we would? What about you?" "What about me?" I asked, a little confused. "Do you love anybody? You never let anybody get close to you, except maybe Carroll, and she's, well..." "She's a Centaur..." "And you think you're incompatible. I read some of the entries on her, you know. I know what goes on in your mind when you see her. Sometimes I think my father is the most screwed-up person on the Ring, and that may well be true." I grimaced at her use of the word father, and she caught it. |