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L’Apres-Sexe 2 [14 Thory 4261]

Thery isn’t looking very good. Her fur is all ragged and
somewhat falling out, and she spends most of every day in
bed, lying on her side, taking various medicines and having
various spells cast on her. Hopefully this will help her
keep the pregnancy.

Thery:“That’s a very nice hat, Sythyry. Quite
becoming.”

Me:“Not just becoming — it has actually
become!”

Thery:“Oh? Do tell?”

So I made them promise not to tell anyone, and then let them
read the last few days’ journal entries. They read, and
then they stared at each other and indulged in secret couple
communications. I hope I learn to do that … I guess it
doesn’t come with just a bit of fornicatio.

Thery:“Well, how do you feel about that? I’d
be insulted!”

Me:“About having an attractive Orren nobleman
admire me from afar for months, and then decide to spend a
great deal of money to pursue me? About having my first
actual experience of interpersonal pleasures in such elegant
surroundings? I am, naturally, insulted to the point of
bleeding at the knees — or, perhaps, consumed by ennui. Or
scallions. That’s it. Consumed by giant, carnivorous
scallions.”

Thery:“Zie’s certainly giddy.”

Yarwain:“Well, let zir enjoy it.” They
both nodded.

Thery:“Are you going to see him again?”

Me:“Tonight, after sunout!”

Thery:“Your usual assignation-spot?”

Me:“Meeting at Darraden’s once hardly makes it
usual. This will be his apartment.”

Yarwain:“Much cheaper! And, from my voluminous
experience copulating in various situations, I can say that
it will be just as good.”

Thery threw a pillow at him.

Yarwain:“Well, that is a slight exaggeration.
I am wholly virginal. That’s why Thery’s so
pregnant.”

Thery threw an other pillow at him.

Thery:“Will you just fly over there?”

Me:“No — he’s pretty worried about being seen
to be transaffectionate. I’ll go there as his new Orren
girlfriend.”

Yarwain:“Do you plan to wear clothes this
time?”

Me:“Well. On the way there, certainly. I shall
be disappointed if I stay clothed the whole
evening!”

Yarwain:“Well, enjoy!”

Thery:“Sythyry? Be careful.”

Me:“I am always careful. I bear a talisman
from my famous grandparent that can protect me against
Insects of Agony Consume Your Flesh a thousand times
over. Or … I’m not supposed to talk about it
much.”

Thery:“I don’t think he’ll attack
you. Just be careful, OK?”

Me:“I doubt that any worse shall happen than
occasional periods of pleasant exhaustion, in the short
term. In the long term, well, all my friends are
mortals, and most of you aren’t even trying to do anything
about it, so I’m going to have to get used to you dying on
me anyways.”

Thery:“Sorry, sorry. Forget I said
anything.”

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