P'nyssa's Letter 029 / 0413 This document is in fact not part of Shardik's Journal Entries.P'nyssa's Letter 029 / 0413 This document is in fact not part of Shardik's Journal Entries. It is instead a letter from his lover, P'nyssa, to him while he was off planet. It is included for historical purposes at the bequest of Shardik. Dear Ken, I miss you. Almost every day I ask Dave when you'll be home, and every day he reminds me. Our bedroom is very lonely without you, and your letters describing how hot your relationship with Kathy is becoming doesn't make it any better. Of course, this doesn't mean I've been entirely alone at night. You know me better than that. No, his name is M'Daan, and he a Ssphynx. There are times while you're away when I can see your face, and this is one of them. You and your little exploits are almost legendary, but your little P'nyssa going out on a limb? I can hear you now... "no way." But Daan is so very kind and sweet. His legs are short but his hominid torso is tall, so we see eye-to-eye. He's also about twice as wide as I am and it's all muscle. You must meet him. His face is so handsome, and always so calm, and he has these huge black eyes that I just want to fall into. Oh, and before I go on, I have to thank you for something. Remember when you were designing Centaurs, and you were debating how much motion the 1hip2shoulder joint should have? Thanks for going all out. You'll be happy to know the design works great in Ssphynxes, too. But I think I know now how some women feel when they fall for you. We never had that; remember how we met? But Daan just seduced me, and that's never happened before. His voice was deep and sexy and his stories about what he does and the land where he lives just wrapped me up. I was so intent, I felt I needed to kiss him. I told him so, and his kiss was warm and friendly. Like you. It felt like he gave me everything in that kiss, and it felt so good after the long time without you. We made a date for dinner. Dinner. I don't even remember what we ate. I was under a spell, he was so warm and confident, so strong. He knew. Dammit, Ken, I've never felt so out of control; he directed everything that night. We went into his den, and we talked for a while, and he kissed me on the cheek. |