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forgotten. He sipped bourbon and his mouth was drier than before as he focused on the girl who had
captured the seat to his left.

It was not merely that she was lovely. By all criteria she was also flawless quarry. Maels fought down his
excitement and smiled his best smile. "I kept your place," he said with just enough pretended gruffness.

"Am I all that predictable?" Her voice seemed to vibrate in his belly. He estimated her age at twenty-two
but, sharing her frank gaze, elevated that estimate a bit.

Maels wisely denied her predictability, asked where she found earrings of beaten gold aspen leaves, and
learned that she was from Pueblo, Colorado. To obtain a small commitment he presently said, "The body
is a duty, and duty calls. Will you keep my place?"

The long natural lashes barely flickered, the chin rose and dropped a minute fraction. Maels made his
needless round-trip to the men's room, but hesitated on his return. He saw the girl speak a bit crossly to a
tall young man who would otherwise have taken Maels' seat. Maels assessed her fine strong calves, the
fashionable wedge heels cupping voluptuous high insteps. His palms were sweating.

Maels waited until the younger man had turned away, then reclaimed his seat. After two more drinks he
had her name, Barbara, and her weakness, seafood; and knew that he could claim his quarry as well.

He did not need to feign his easy laugh in saying, "Well, now you've made me ravenous. I believe there's
a legendary crab cocktail at a restaurant near the wharf. Feel like exploring?"

She did. It was only a short walk, he explained, silently adding that a taxi was risky. Barbara happily
took his arm. The subtle elbow pressures, her matching of his stride, the increasing frequency of hip
contact were clear messages of desire. When Maels drew her toward the fortuitous schoolyard, Barbara
purred in pleasure. Moments later, their coats an improvised couch, they knelt in mutual exploration, then
lay together in the silent mottled shadows.
He entered her cautiously, then profoundly, gazing down at his quarry with commingled lust and hunger.
Smiling, she undid her blouse to reveal perfect breasts. She moved against him gently and, with great
deliberation, thrust his sweater up from the broad striated ribcage. Then she pressed erect nipples against
his body. Maels cried out once.

When European gentlemen still wore rapiers, Maels had taken a blade in the shoulder. The memory
flickered past him as her nipples, hypodermic-sharp, incredibly elongated, pierced him on lances of
agony.

Skewered above her, Maels could not move. Indeed, he did not lose his functional virility, as the
creature completed her own pleasure and then, grasping his arms, rolled him over without uncoupling. He
felt tendons snap in his forearms but oddly the pain was distant. He could think clearly at first. Maels
thought:How easily she rends me. She manipulated him as one might handle a brittle doll.

Maels felt a warm softening in his guts with a growing anaesthesia. Maels thought:The creature is
consuming me as I watch.

Maels thought:A new subspecies? He wondered how often her kind must feed.A very oldsubspecies?
He saw her smile.

Maels thought:Is it possible that she feeds only on feeders? Does she read my thoughts?