"Can I ask you a question?" he asked."Can I ask you a question?" he asked. "A serious question?" "Not really. Do you really glue the caps to your pens?" "Do I what?" I asked. "Nyss told me that," he continued. "She said you would glue the caps to the backs of your pens so that you when you chewed them, they would last longer." I chuckled and said, "Yeah, it's true. It gives one more layer to keep my saliva from reaching the ink." A thought occurred to me, one that made me changed the subject. "Aaden, do you know, I just realized that you're a missing two percent." "A what?" "A missing two-percent. Your genecode is absolutely unique of all the Mephits. You're a Tleil, and yet you've never had kids. You have a set of chromosomes that isn't part of the base Mephit genecode. Aaden, if any femMeph knew what you were, you wouldn't be able to keep them off you. I haven't gone back to look at the records, but I'd say you represent a systemic limit on physical size." I paused for a second, then added, "Including the size of your dick." He smiled and said, "Your mind is a one-note song, Ken." I shrugged and put one hand on his furry chest, trailing downwards until I ran my fingers over the bulge in his shorts. "But you like percussion, don't you?" "Oh ho, so it's going to be one of those nights," he said with a smile. His tail trembled over his shoulder at my touch. |