"Yep."Yep. In fact, I'm willing to bet some of them are even human. You could walk around and nobody would know who you were. You just need never claim to be 'the Oenone.' Besides, there are quite a number of 'Kens' and 'Pauls' and 'Carrolls' on Pendor, too, and nobody asks if they're really the Shardiks." It was happening again. I could feel the simple pull towards her, the desire to bed this woman, this goddess in the ancient sense that Terrans could feel in their bones as she walked by. I knew exactly who the two people she like to collectively refer to as "That Bitch and Her Bastard" were, and personally, they got the short end of the stick. "Oenone?" I said, quietly. "Hmm?" she said, looking up brightly. "I love you." "I know, and you can't help it, either." She giggled. "But I'm glad it's you, Ken." "Me too," I said, leaning over to kiss her. She leaned over the table and kissed me back, her lips soft and warm on mine and then she opened her mouth and her tongue flowed into mine, hot and wonderful. |