Insufficient Mating Material

A Tricky Experiment

     “Maybe, sweetheart, we should have sex to prove to you that you can and will enjoy it.”
     “I enjoyed it once. I am very happy with my memories. I don’t need you or your experiment to prove anything,” she said stiffly.
     “Once?” He raised an eyebrow. His lips twitched. Too late, Martia-Djulia realized that she had just contradicted one of her earlier statements.
     “The Aim of the Experiment is to discover whether or not we are sexually compatible,” Djetth said loftily. She suspected that he was amusing himself by parodying a formal checklist. “Method: to have mind-blowing recreational sex using positions and techniques that mitigate or avoid unfortunate consequences. Expected result--”
     “What unfortunate consequences?”
     “Insects in your hair?” he teased. “Sand in your baby box. A baby. Infection. Injury. Legal consummation of a Mating we might not want.”
     His gaze flickered. Martia-Djulia had the impression that his list was deliberately ordered.
     “Injury to whom?” she asked, ignoring the glossed over “baby.”
     “I’ve wondered why you haven’t blasted me backward onto my butt since our Mating Day. I’ve certainly deserved it.”
     “Yes you have!” she agreed heatedly.

Excerpts

Insult and Injury (text)

Insult and Injury (MP3)

Damn them! Prince Djetthro-Jason eyed the masked males and the unpleasant array of implements they were preparing to use on him.

I haven’t told them everything, and I’m not about to. No way am I going to invite anyone to take a laser to my privates. Ahhh, Fewmet!

Meet the Heroine
"Be good..." they say. "And if you can't be good, be careful!"

It must be almost impossible to be careful when all the worlds are watching all the time, and not always sympathetically.