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"What are you in the mood for?" he asked, and again I was struck by the difference between the softness
of his words and the look in his eyes. His big hand had raised to my hip, and now stroked slowly down
my thigh and leg.

"Truthfully, the thing I could use most right now is a few hours of sleep," I answered, tucking my hands
behind my head. "How's that for an idea?"

"Lousy," he said with that faint grin back again, both of his hands going to my waist to pull me more
completely into his lap. "I have a much better idea."

His hands moved over me as his lips lowered to mine, and it didn't take very long before I had a better
idea, too.




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CHAPTER 2

When Val and I woke up after indulging in his better idea, he brought out a pair of tight-fitting but
flexible, cobalt blue exercise shorts, I guess you could call them-and then joined me in some muscle-
loosening exercise of the nonhorizontal variety. After that the shower washed our sweat away; the air
blowers dried the shower water; and then I dialed us a couple of synthsteak sandwiches and mugs of
coffee, to take care of the hollows within. My ship guest wasn't very happy with the food, which
naturally led him into looking for something to complain about.

The something turned out to be the way I'd roughed him up. Accusations started flying back and forth;
our words went from heated to out-and-out inflamed, and before I knew it I was being challenged to see
how well l could take something of the same sort. Having no idea of what he was talking about I
immediately accepted the challenge-and only then found out what a really stupid move that was.

From the very first time Val touched me, back in the base, I'd discovered that there didn't seem to be any
way of resisting him once his hands were on me. Now, Val marched me into the salon, sat down on one
of the couches and pulled me into his lap, went to work on me in his usual way, and then, when I was
just about out of my mind, moved me out of-his lap to sit on the deck carpeting next to his leg with
orders not to move.

It took quite a few suffering, mindless minutes before I could think clearly again, and another few
minutes after that before I began to understand. At first none of it made sense, but then it suddenly came
to me that Val was specifically doing to me what I had done to him. I was as helpless before his
expertise as he had been before mine, and rage and suffer though I might, there was nothing I could do
to even the score. I'd pledged myself to do nothing in response to whatever he did to me, just as he had
obviously pledged himself never to use his full strength against a woman. It was a terrible, confining
feeling, a screaming that demanded satisfaction. My hands clutched his leg and my body pressed to it in
dry-throated need, but I did understand what was happening.