..." "Ken, you are talking to a telepath. Not to mention your lover of the past couple hundred years. I know you. "You know what your problem is?" she continued. "Your problem is that after Osiris knows how long, you still think of women as people you get something from. See, I know how you think." "Oh, you do, do you?" "Yes. Look, every time you get into bed with some new woman, you think of it as a victory. A lot of men I've met have got that mentality; your particular problem is that you know you no longer need to prove yourself; you just like lovemaking. But you still feel guilty about it because you think you wrest something from women. With men, it's different, because, particular kinks aside, you know you're thinking alike. Women, you can't be sure about. Well trust me; I fuck you because I like it, and I like you, and there's no two ways about it. Besides," she said, smiling, "you're good." I grimaced. "She's still my daughter." "And around here, according to the way you live, getting into bed and making someone feel good is the way you show someone you like them, especially if you love them." "She can send me card." P'nyssa sighed, exasperated. "It's not going to work that way. Ken, you are going to get out of bed, go into the shower, and the three of us are going to get clean, then get dirty, then get clean again." She walked around the edge of the bed and grabbed my arm, tugging me along. "Come on," she said. I shook my head, but she tugged, and finally I relented. If this is what they wanted, I guess. She dragged me into the bathroom, threw open the shower stall. There was a squeal from inside, and a second as I was unceremoniously thrown in with P'raine. "Hi, kiddo," I said. "Daddy!" she squealed again, wrapping her tens around me tightly. |