“Kiss Me Always"

  Alone like the tide

  questions of a storm

  tear in the moonlight

  and always you.

  Skin on skin.

  Hips on hips.

  Lips on lips,

  and

  always you, baby.

  Kiss me always

  and never stop.

  Don’t you stop, baby.

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  RYST

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  The Teardrop Hotel was the only candle-like building I could find, and it was owned by Carmidee Hospitality. It wasn’t hard proof.

  It was only an inkling, but Nayth was 6’3,” a quadrillionaire, and lived on Sturm, and he was black and single and exceptionally accomplished. To be a Galactic Minister at all was an enormous accomplishment. To do it under age 35 was practically impossible. There was a story there.

  I couldn’t find any clear pictures of his hands. He was a sexy as you could get, but his eyes were kind, not arrogant. All of this fit the picture that my Ahtah had given me, but it wasn’t hard proof. It was still speculation.

  So, what was I going to do? I didn’t have a strong feeling pushing or pulling me in any direction. Nothing said, “This is your Ahtah, run to him now!” But nothing said, “Run away, this is a monster!” either.

  It was just a pause. A pause to take a moment to think.

  Did I want to walk away from this picture of Nayth Carmidee that was peering at me through my pad screen? No, no I did not. And I decided. I would follow this through and find out.

  And then, once I was decided, I felt it. It was small. It wasn’t certainty. It was a thread of possibility. Nayth Carmidee may not be my Ahtah, but putting a plan in motion was the right choice. I just had to keep following that thread and see where it would lead.

  I looked at his photo some more, pondering. Nayth. That would be “Nati" in my first language, Starlend. I wondered what it would be in Shurwinn? Natin? Naten?

  PEYDRAN

  “I like the sister,” Ren said a bit later. “I like Floria. Can we go to Floria?”

  “Yes, love. Let’s go to Floria and stay in a giant phallus hotel.”

  Ren started chuckling again and murmured, “And make sure there’s a flower festival. It will be celebratory.”

  I spluttered out a quiet laugh but kept processing data like a mad man. Looking for anything and everything. So far, all I'd found was above board. But was it too clean? What was Carmidee hiding? I had to keep digging— “Buzz” went my pad. Text appeared. Ryst was awake. And she had beaten us to it.

  Ryst: What’s the Shurwinn name for Nayth? Natin?

  Peydran: Natan. We’re coming in.