*All that I am is all that you've seen.*All that I am is all that you've seen. I haven't had time to be anything else.* His voice was full of pain. *Kitty...* "Pendor, maybe what I feel is the kind of feeling I get when I get a new kitten, okay? Maybe it's because you're so simple, so direct." *Is that all I can be, then? Are we back to my being a pet?* "I don't know!" she shouted, running away from him into the woods, crying. In the back of her mind she heard him call, once, *Kitty...* She stopped deep in the woods, and behind her she heard the crashing of footsteps. "M'Lady!" she heard along with the running. The voice was Aaden's. "Over here," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "M'Lady?" the voice said as Aaden appeared from behind a clump of trees. "Kitty?" "Here," she said quietly. Aaden walked over to her, the heavy soles of his boots making loud crunching noises on the drying leaves. "What's the matter?" he asked quietly. She shook her head. Unselfconsciously, Aaden dropped himself to the ground. "Here, sit down," he said. "I'll get my pants wet," she said. "It's not that damp," he replied. "Please?" he asked. She sat down. "So," he said, "What was that all about?" "Aaden, is it possible to love someone you can't have sex with?" Aaden worked his jaw for a second, as if he were chewing on the thought, and replied, "I don't know. I imagine it would be possible. Are we talking about you and...?" Kitty nodded. "Why can't you have sex with him?" Aaden asked innocently. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "Look at him!" Aaden bit his lower lip again, a habit Kitty was beginning to find annoying. "Kitty, I am a gay mel. Now, from one standpoint, my body was designed. I'm the product of a gengineer's fantasy. Being a relatively competent gengineer, however, Shardik decided not to tamper too much with the functions evolution had created. So let's be honest for a second and say that, to be honest, no part of my anatomy is really designed to be penetrated, to experience the violence of even the tenderest of lovemakings, the way a part of yours is. "Despite this little drawback, I, and Shardik, or so I've been told, like being on the receiving end, so to speak. |