One question kept pounding through her head. Would he give her ryhov if she pleased him in bed? What if he liked to hurt his partners during s*x, the way her owner had done to those unfortunate naturals she desired. Anatu had never had s*x, but she'd bled a lot in a different way when her owner, who was vicious when she held a whip in her hand, had gotten mad when a rival clone had outwitted her. She didn't want to bleed at another's whim anymore.
"Have a seat."
Anatu sat down, still undecided on how she felt about having s*x with this human that reminded her so much of the clones. Maybe her processor was malfunctioning because s*x seemed to be all she could think of. John had no ryhov, and his hands were different and downright odd-looking. So why did those images of beautiful s*x play
