I'm still not sure if I'm using those words correctly.I'm still not sure if I'm using those words correctly. "You know, Aaden, nobody has ever gone after Ken the way you did. I... I sort of came into this by accident. But you, you came to me and said 'I want to spend an evening, a day, a week with him.' But you didn't mean Vatare'; I could see that. You wanted to know Ken. You knew, didn't you?" "Knew what?" he asked. "That you and he would be perfect together." "Do you think so? I don't. I doubt any two people are perfect for each other. Maybe we were a good match." "Can I hear your side of the story?" "What story? How I met him?" "Mm-hmm," I replied. "What? The Hex fight?" I nodded again. "There really wasn't anything special about it. It was one of a dozen games played that day. It was Ken's first, it was my third, I was tired, he won. It wasn't some monumental epic battle of wills, of good versus evil. It was just another friendly, consensual game." He paused as a chuckle escaped his throat. "They'll probably make a movie about it." "They'll probably get Mariko Kakkoden to play me again." "Was that the Tindal girl in..." "Yes," I answered tiredly. About the time that Terra and Pendor had begun their first cultural and material exchanges, a small group of Pendorians had made a distinctly sexual movie for Terran consumption. No overt male homosexuality, lots of interspecies sex, two female homosexual scenes. Ken had laughed through almost all of it; voyeurism was never his strong point. But towards the end a young femTindal had come on-camera with her fur dyed so that her markings matched mine. Same white eyepits, same grey masking. Even a light tinge of gold across the back; someone had examined me very well before doing her fur. |