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for solitude.
    We made
love again, and it had to last hours. It was intense and right. Soon, we
climbed from bed hungry and as Nerrita announced, ready to prepare for the
assembly.
    Nerves hit
me.
    I
understood that this was the test, on every level, the night that would shape
the rest of my life. My stomach churned and I fought not to throw up. Still.
There was no way I’d want to live with another couple. Already I knew I could
love my alien masters. But the visit by Sir Vorreka had confused me and now I
worried. If he could do that to Getterus, what chance did I have of coming
through this assembly unscathed? And how did I know I wanted to stay with this couple?
Would I eventually be lured away?
    When I’d
entered that tent yesterday, my life had changed drastically. No more slums. No
more worrying if my family would have food for dinner or if we’d have to
scavenge scraps from the dump. No worrying about the scars on my legs that my
masters hadn’t seemed to even blink at. But I didn’t understand the sexual
attitudes of this society and nobody had ever said I could be handed around.  Even
if the doctor had masturbated me on that exam table, I’d thought it part of the
influx of the serum and had decided it was an exception, during the process.
And sure, we’d been watched on the space elevator. But not touched. I’d
thought, if I were chosen, I’d have sponsors and that was it, no other lovers.
    My gut
balled into a fist of ice.
    Neritta
sat me down on one of the tall pillowed stools that scattered around the bed
and brushed my hair. It’d been so long since anyone took care of me like that.
Getterus had washed and now slipped into a clean pair of those loose pants.
These were sheer and the fabric shimmered when he moved. He was practically
nude, and exuded both strength and confidence in addition to a strange
approachability that lent him some vulnerability. He was my master, through and
through, but already I saw the sensitivity in his face.
    “This is
for you.” Getterus strode toward us with a swath of fabric in his hands. It
matched his. When he neared, he flapped it out and it floated in the air over
my head.
    The cloth
slid over my skin in a light caress. I tingled and lifted my arms to let it
settle. It was a shift like the one Neritta had worn earlier. But mine was as
sheer at Getterus’s pants and a slit in the front left my front exposed from my
cleavage to my navel.
    “Stunning.”
Getterus kissed the top of my head.
    “I’ll
change.” Nude and long-legged, her pert ass drawing my attention, Nerrita
strode to the closet area to the side of the big room. The richness of her
purple skin no longer surprised me and already I’d grown to prefer it over the
washed out tint of my own. She’d told me earlier I’d share space in the closet
with them—which meant I’d have things of my own. I’d never had anything of my
own. Ever. Not even the clothes I wore any given day as they were shared by my
mother and my sisters.
    Nerrita
came out in seconds wearing a matching shift. Hers wasn’t open in front like
mine, though. I tried not to let that worry me.
    It was one
thing to be part of a relationship and family, but it was another to really
realize I was a sexual object and possession. All my life, I’d shared
everything. Now it seemed my body would be shared. Had I left home, to give
them a reprieve from the brutality of life, only to continue to give away
everything and to have nothing of my own?
    Tonight
would show me exactly what my future would be.
    All I’d
seen of the Neliousian station was the suite of rooms I now called home. Before
I had time to get too nervous, Getterus put my hand on his arm and guided me
through the sliding door and into the hallway. Everything gleamed.
    The
hallways were tiled in bright colors of alternating patterns of pinks, yellows,
and oranges. It should be gaudy, but it fit with the sheer metallic robes
caressing the purple skin of my masters. Outside our