They danced. Her name was Claudia and she was a student of social sciences and primitive religions. “Do you know,” she said as they moved slowly over the floor, “that on Cantara the males of the Kleegha tribe are not allowed to see a woman until they reach puberty? They are kept in isolation until it is time for mating. Then, after cohabitation, they are sent away again until the offspring is born. Can you imagine the result?”
“Too well,” he murmured into her hair. “How does the custom affect the economic development of the region?”
She told him, volunteered more items of similar information, then squealed as he abruptly lifted her from the floor. “What are you doing?”
“Checking your weight.” Gently he set her down. “I tend to be old fashioned in certain things. I like to be sure of car
