Chapter Nine
Ron sat in the cool, dim stillness of the Female’s hotel suite. He felt completely relaxed for the first time in a long while. Or, maybe it was just approaching exhaustion. He would have liked some hot coffee about now, but he had to content himself with a can of orange juice from the honor bar.
He also had to content himself with one of the bathrobes provided by the hotel. It was powder blue, and meant for a smaller man, but it was better than nothing. He finished off the juice. He wanted to look at the Female again. She wasn’t Elizabeth Anne, or even just Elizabeth to him any more. She’d taken on a new identity in his mind, all curves and warmths and hungers. Maybe some day he’d be able to put a name to all those things, but for now ‘The Female’ fit well enough. He put dow
