I tilted my head back and forth as I debated on how to explain it. "It's more like tunnel vision. In a fight it can be a good thing. But during sex it tends to focus me more on my own satisfaction. It completely blocked out your screams yesterday. But my orgasm was incredible."
"We'll just have to be more careful as you work this thing out." Lin was such a giving person, she always tried to give me the best sexual experience possible.
"I think I should probably handle my climax solo for a while," I told her. "When I get close, I'll finish myself off."
"I've never seen you jerk it off before," Lin said with an ornery smile. "That might be nice to see."
"Well, don't do it in front of the girl," Nancy said as she reentered the galley without announcing her presence. Her bare feet made almost no sound on the soft tiles of the ship. Walking around without shoes meant that she was getting comfortable in her new home. It wouldn’t be long before she goes from shower to her room while naked.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"Resting in one of the bedrooms," Nancy replied with a caring tone to her voice. If her first marriage wasn’t such a disaster, she probably would have had children of her own. "Portia is ready for Lin in the medical bay now. It is time to get rid of those bruises."
"Joah," Lin said as she stood up to comply. "You are after me. You need to check again to see if there is something wrong with your body that Portia can fix."
I nodded and watched her go. I was happy that the evidence of my wrongdoing was going to be removed from her body. I already had the emotional scar. I didn't need the physical reminder every time that I looked at her.
"Your ejaculation was ice cold," Nancy said quietly as she returned to my side at the galley table. "How does that happen?"
"I'm sorry that I hurt you."
"It wasn't your fault. I realize that now. But it was crazy weird. After you pulled out it was like you left a bunch of ice cubes for my hot pussy to melt. In a way, it was an amazing feeling. If we could do that again without the intense pain of a frozen spear jabbing at my organs..."
"Again, I'm sorry."
"I'm not asking for an apology," Nancy said as she grabbed my face by the chin. "What I'm saying is that we'll get this worked out. Like we always do. And afterward we'll be even better than we were before. But we are in this together. This is our problem, not just yours. No more running off."
"I promise."
Chapter Nineteen
"What exactly to you plan to do with her?" Nancy asked. There was no longer a jealous tone in her voice, but she was still quite tentative approaching the subject. After my wife’s short exposure to the likable Peggy girl, she probably had mixed feelings about her.
"I'm not sure," I replied. I was reluctant to forward my idea of giving the girl money at this point. I had already shared the story about getting fooled on a previous excursion into the city. This was obviously not the same situation, but I could easily come off looking like an idiot to my crew if I made the same mistake twice.
I used to see it all the time at the strip clubs when I was a bouncer. Guys would pay girls just for talking to them. Or hand them what cash they had left as they were about to leave. We all had a little Captain-Save-A-Hoe in us. Our varied levels of pride and self-esteem is what kept it in check.
I then realized that bringing Alora back to the ship was a big mistake. The more I got to know someone, the more I wanted to help them. If Lin and Nancy took to the girl as well, that would remove all obstacles in offering the girl money. But they hadn't gotten quite that friendly yet, I feared.
I should have given the hunted Peggy female what money I had on me and walked away. Return to my life where I had my own obligations. To my employer and to my crew. Maybe she could have paid off the first three guys that came looking for her. They could make up a story about finding her half eaten dead body in gantha-beast country and kept the money for themselves. That would have done nothing to help her sisters, though. And Alora herself would have to live the rest of her life in hiding. Not such a good solution after all.
"You can't keep her," Nancy said, suddenly starting to sound like my mother. As if I had just brought home a stray dog that I wanted to feed and care for. Actually, that analogy was pretty close to the mark. No offense to Alora.
"I know."
"How much money will it take to save her virgin ass?" Nancy asked. Virgin ass was meant literally. I tried not to envision a bunch of rich humans banging away at the little monkey girl's backside.
"Are you suggesting that we give her money?" I asked carefully. If it could come across as Nancy’s idea that would be absolutely fabulous.
"What I am suggesting," Nancy responded with a commanding tone. "Is that we separate her from us in a way that doesn't make you feel guilty. I know you have a soft heart for the ladies in need. How much money will it take?"
"I don't know."
"She didn't give you a figure?"
"No," I answered with agitation. "She isn't even asking for money. She fled to save herself from a life of slavery. But she can't return home. If she goes missing, the gang will go back to
