She yawned, fighting the urge to consume herself in shame. I'm going to do what I like while I'm on Plasius. I'm going to have amazing sex with these men. As long as Earth doesn't find out, it will be okay.

Behind Flencik, Breft propped himself up and looked down at her. He blinked sleepily, but he wore an aura of someone fully awake and ready to strike.

"Are you always such a light sleeper?" Amelia asked.

He reached over his clanmate to touch her hair. "I am always ready to protect the clan."

She shivered at the hard light in his eyes and the steel in his voice. Flencik's more affectionate purple eyes opened, and Rajhir moved behind her. She felt him grow hard behind her, his penises pressing against her buttocks. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. "You will spend the day with us," he murmured.

With real regret she replied, "I'd love to, but I have to get back to my quarters to paint." She looked over her shoulder to see him frowning. She turned towards him and brushed his mouth with her fingertips. "It's very important to me."

His face softened. "Then you must continue your work. If it makes you happy it is important to us too."

A sudden idea struck Amelia. "Would you like to come to my apartment for dinner tonight? I'd love to cook some Earth food you might enjoy."

Breft and Flencik flicked their gazes to Rajhir. Both nodded. "We will come," Rajhir said.

"Great." Amelia stretched. "I'd better get going before you distract me too much." She wiggled against the erections Rajhir and Flencik sported, giggling.

"You will before refresh you go," Flencik said.

Breft shook his head. "You are mixing up the order of the words again. You should say, 'you will refresh before you go'."

Flencik huffed with frustration. "The language confuses me."

"You're doing very well," Amelia reassured him. "Plasian is supposed to be a simple languge, but it felt like forever before I could carry on a conversation. English is much harder."

He smiled at her as he gathered her in his arms like a child. She didn't bother to argue about the delay. She wasn't really in that big a hurry. He carried her to where the waterfall chuckled into the basin and lowered her into the water.

A bath would feel great, she thought. The water's warmth seemed to seep into her pores. As the clan surrounded her, she realized they planned to bathe her.

Sinner! Whore! Her mother's voice was horrified.

"Leave me alone," Amelia whispered back.

"Amelia?" Rajhir's look was quizzical. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing." She smiled. "Everything is great."

"Good."