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9 Kira, Private Quarters I closed my eyes as the drying tube blew hot air all over my body. It was like standing inside a hand dryer in the public restrooms on Earth. This was something I hadn’t gotten used to, being put into a mini-hurricane instead of using a towel. I didn’t mind today because I was in a rush. Angh was in his quarters. Waiting. My heart skipped a beat and when the machine shut off, I took a deep breath, let it out. I was nervous, like a fifteen-year old girl with her first crush. But my body wasn’t behaving like a teenager’s. No, my reactions were all woman. My p***y still ached from our last time together, my n*****s hardened remembering the feel of them in his mouth, the tug of suction he’d used, the sweet slide of his teeth over them. My back was bruised along my