ART reports events of Friday, 5 September---
The Full Moon was approaching and there was no way for our little society
of Nokhons and Nokhsos to ignore it, we all knew what had to happen. Nor
did we wish to avoid it, for although it was an intimidating concept, we
all felt a thrill of excitement about the coming Kha-rat to take place in
the Mother Meadow.
Some of us wanted to witness it from a distance, but others wanted to get
right into the middle of it all: the sex orgy, the shy°ma, the communal
vision. As an anthropologist, Melly felt it was her calling, her duty to
immerse herself in the Nokhon culture, and this was the core of it. Doug,
as the zany philosopher he had always wanted to become when he grew up,
proclaimed it His Destiny. The rest of us were casually interested, but
rather anxious about the potential danger of being harmed in a Sasquatch
Adam was against any of us attending. He had tried to convince the other
squatches to go somewhere else to hold the Kha-rat, but they were not
cooperating with him any more than we were.
So then he tried to scare us off with a dire warning: "If you come anywhere
near the Kha-rat you couldn't help but be affected by the shy°ma!"
"Well, duh," Doug said, "my erection has been counting on that ever since
I heard of it."
"So has Art's," Elaine announced with great amusement.
Lissandra, biting her lip very prettily, said, "We just wanna WATCH!"
"Yeah, and maybe beat off just a little," Pokey had to be funny.
"It won't work," Adam warned, "you'll get sucked in. Look, I know you guys
are thinking of shy°ma as some kind of recreational drug, maybe like Viagra;
gets you horny, go on all night, yayy! I know that sounds like fun, but
imagine a really bad overdose of Viagra. Times ten. I don't even know if
human hearts can take that kind of stimulation.
"You also need to be aware that you simply do NOT reject anyone's sexual
advances at a Kha-rat. In other words, you will each be expected to have
sex with all the big hairy squatches.."
"Hooray, maybe I'll finally meet a squatch who can get it up," Melly said
bitterly, at least it did not sound like a very friendly joke.
"..you're all making fun of this," Adam said, graciously in Melly's case,
"but I'm serious about the danger. I don't really believe my fellow Nokhons
would be so clumsy as to SQUASH you little twerps, but accidents can happen.
And even if you do survive them--you'll just end up rutting with each other.
I mean, do you really want that to happen?"
Nobody had an answer ready. Someone giggled, Lissandra, I think.
Finally Maki, our shy new girl managed to say, "No. We don't.. I mean, I
don't. You're all very nice people and everything, but I think group sex
would be too much too soon for me." She hesitated, then asked, "What about
Pokey looked put on the spot, stole a guilty glance at Lissandra and said,
I was about to say something quite responsible about how Adam was right,
but Doug beat me to it.
"Look, Adam, we all know that you're right about this. I admit that just
the possibility of me actually getting to screw every lovely woman here
turns me on (hey, Elaine, good times again?). So I can't help thinking how
much FUN that would be, morality be damned. And I'm quite sure this group
of people could survive a little orgy, hell; we all love each other anyway.
(Even you Maki, you're new but cute as Hell.)
"But of course, the scary part for me is what happens between me and Melly.
I mean, I really don't want to sexually abuse my daughter, no matter how
horny I get."
Melly didn't even comment, just looked embarrassed.
Elaine spoke up: "I feel the same way about Adam, not because he's a
squatch, but because he's my son. I don't want that to happen."
"That's just it, folks," Adam closed his case, "if you go to the Kha-rat
together, it probably will happen. Morality be damned indeed."
Friday, the 5th of September
So we knew that the shy°ma would be coming on soon, we'd talked about it,
wondered what it was like, counting the days to the Full Moon. And still
it caught us by surprise, coming a day earlier than expected.
The Full Moon was due Monday night, the 8th of September, the women should
start flowing about three days before then, Saturday the 6th, after which
they were to keep away from the house until their shy°ma dissipated,
usually about a day and a half later.
Adam told us that it would make everyone so horny that they wouldn't be
able to concentrate on anything but sex, so we could forget about the
language school during that time. But while that might sound like fun to
humans, to Nokhons it was a ritual of discipline and contemplation of their
Atli, since they must endure celibacy for those three days before the
So on Friday the 5th we were especially active at teaching and learning
language and culture, knowing we'd have to shut down for almost a week.
Everyone was involved, to some greater or lesser degree, ending up
gathered at the terrace at lunchtime. Lunch was a feature of Nokhso
culture that the squatches had definitely come to appreciate. Elaine and
Magga were making a large cauldron of lentil soup, which had become a
favorite among Nokhons. Yes, Magga was learning to cook.
Masnia, however, would rather explore the universe of Music than eat, so
she asked if she could use our "stee-rio" in the living room. She had
taken to using headphones so as not to rattle the entire house playing at
the volume levels she preferred. Masnia was quite studious in her approach
to music, being now halfway through our collection of classical recordings.
She put on the Deutsche Grammophon edition of Mendelssohn's Midsummer
Night's Dream, adjusted her headphones, laid flat out on the sofa with eyes
closed and was gone from this level of existence for a while. Maybe it was
the music, or simply because she's the youngest female squatch, but her
shy°ma began to flow without her knowing it.
She had the house to herself, we were all outside on or around the terrace,
so no one noticed the smell until Lissandra went into the house to finish a
project in the office. A few minutes later she came out, topless, t-shirt
in hand and her shock of black hair more wild and electro-zapped than usual.
"Hey, does anyone want to have sex with me? Cause I kinda need it right
now!" She looked like a desperate woman.
"Lissandra, are you all RIGHT?" Elaine called.
Lissandra seemed to abruptly realize that she was misbehaving, covered up
her breasts with sudden modesty (even though she'd been brazenly sunbathing
them on the terrace all summer) and announced: "Ohmygod, I think that was
SHYěMA I just smelled!" and pointed into the house.
Elaine, Pokey and I were nearest so we all rushed in to see if it was true.
Maybe not the smartest move, but we were curious, all having heard of
shy°ma but having never experienced it. Well, we got to.
There was a sweet-meat smell inside the house, rather pleasant, which we
traced to the living room, where Masnia was lying on the sofa listening to
music, headphones on, eyes closed, in a world of her own.
"It's coming from her!" we all agreed.
"Man-o-man, does she smell GOOD!" Pokey remarked.
"So do you, Pokey," Lissandra remarked and sniffed his neck. Pokey couldn't
help responding and sniffed back, pulling her in closer. As if anyone
could get closer than we already were, the four of us gathered in a tight
cluster framed by the doorway between the hall and the living room. But we
were all shuffling closer anyway, couldn't help it.
I was hypnotized by Lissandra's dark beauty--well, I always have been, but
had never allowed myself to react before. Now it seemed necessary to. I
was ready to move in and start sniffing myself, reaching for the one free
boob Pokey wasn't holding, when Elaine caught me from behind. She spun me
around to see that she had also thrown off her blouse and I was reminded
about being married to some woman I loved. That had temporarily slipped my
mind, but I happily grabbed her breasts instead and sniffed her. Not out of
moral duty to my wife, but because she was the quickest and easiest way to
She was aggressively peeling off my clothes, but with just enough modesty
remaining to say: "Maybe we should go to our bedroom, Art!"
"But the smell is here," Lissandra grunted as she and Pokey were gliding to
the floor, already naked.
"You' right," Elaine gasped, "screw it, here's just fine!" And down we went,
almost tangled up with Pokey and Lissandra, who were already copulating
enthusiastically. We caught up fast.
It must sound as if we were out of our minds, but we weren't, not really.
Each of us was aware of who we were with and what we were doing and glad to
be doing it, believe me. We were all sharing a perfect desire to make love,
unhindered by practicality or morality. This had to be honored and
explored, this was beyond sex, this was a feral drive that could not--must
It went fast, maybe only seconds, there was no thought of prolonging the
act, no artistry to practice. Straight to orgasm. But that didn't mean it
was over, because another orgasm was already on its way. I could hear
Pokey and Lissandra climaxing and I thought, great, now we can swap...
In the middle of all this, Maki came rushing into the house, "Did someone
say shy°ma? ..oh EEEK!" She was shocked to see four naked people having
vigorous sex on the floor. Doubly shocked when she saw, "POKEY, WHAT ARE
Pokey managed to look up from his work, "Hey Maki, you can be next!" not
about to stop having Lissandra until he was done. Lissandra sent Maki a
shy little wave.
"Stop fucking my boy friend, you bitch!" Maki shouted indignantly.
"Just a sec," Lissandra gasped back, "gotta finish this, almost there, then
you can...ooo...have him..."
"Never fucking mind!" Maki shrilled with vast scorn, "I don't want him any
more!" She turned to storm out of the house, perhaps never to return, but
by then she had inhaled enough shy°ma to affect her too.
Maki spun around to look at the clump of pumping bodies, hesitated, then
hurriedly stripped off her clothes. "Me too," she said, sliding down into
their embrace. Our embrace, everybody caressing everyone else.
Then Doug and Melly came into the house together. Almost tripping over the
five of us, there wasn't much room left on the hallway floor.
"Hey, what IS this?" Doug exclaimed, then laughed at the absurdity of what
he saw: bottoms bobbing.
"Ohmygod, is that smell what I think it is?" Melly asked.
"Holy moley, that must be shy°ma!"
"Uh...Dad, you know how we were wondering if shy°ma makes humans
Melly's question had to be rhetorical, but Doug answered anyway, "Certainly
looks like it does.. oh wow, FEELS like it does!"
"Yeah, as you say, wow..."
The only reason I paid any attention to them was that another desirable
woman had arrived, although Elaine and I had spent ourselves on each other
and I was focusing on Lissandra, now that Pokey was servicing Maki..
You probably know that I am not reporting all this detail just to titillate
or boast about what fun I was having (would I do that?), but to convey an
idea of the power that smell had over us all. None of us were about to...
That was Adam's powerful voice at full volume, delivered with all the impact
an Orator can deliver. We did stop, everyone frozen in each their own
"Doug and Melly, I don't think you really want to go any farther with that,"
Adam warned them.
"Hunh, what?" Doug mumbled.
"Yes we do," Melly insisted, then angry, "so leave us alone, Adam!"
I finally looked up to see what was going on outside of my own groping
distance. "Oops," I said, and so did my fellow gropers.
Doug and his daughter were still standing, but tangled in an erotic embrace,
him behind, her arched hard back against him. Her t-shirt had been yanked
up to expose her nipples, one of which Doug had in a gentle pinch. Melly's
shorts had fallen down around her ankles, her white cotton undies stretched
out of shape by Doug's other hand stuffed deep down inside, where he also
had a firm grip on her crotch and at least one finger hooked into something
It took a second for them to realize what they were doing and how stoned on
shy°ma they must be. Then Melly wiggled free, gave Doug a friendly little
pat on his erection and moved away from him. "Oh well," she said, with a
wicked little smile, "we almost got away with it, huh Dad?" and went
directly out of the house, away from the smell.
And away from Adam: Melly had noticed that he too had a shy°ma-erection,
probably specifically for her, which apparently offended her.
Doug looked absolutely shocked. All he could say was, "Oh no, ohhh nooo.."
and run his fingers through his hair, doing his own version of King Lear,
"..almost? Did I really almost..?" He too staggered out the door and was
We on the floor were still all piled up upon each other. Finally Lissandra
had enough presence of mind to break free, even though it wasn't easy. At
least she gave me an apologetic kiss, "Maybe next time, old man." Then
kissed Elaine too, passionately, perhaps in apology for almost making her
husband unfaithful, but Elaine only kissed her back just as passionately.
Pokey and Maki were recharged and getting back into it, the smell was still
going on. I was ready for more of Elaine and she was settling comfortably
in. None of us were satisfied yet!
Adam sniffed the air, followed the smell to Masnia in the living room. He
said something in Nokhontli, but Masnia didn't react until he touched her
on the oh-so-cute knee (yes, I'd been considering her next), oblivious to
everything but the music. She took off her headphones and paid attention
to what he was saying to her. Something about shy°ma. She looked
surprised, sniffed the air, did an "Ooops," hopping up out of the sofa.
Masnia came to us looking embarrassed and apologetic, saying, "Sorry,
sorry, I go now!"
Up close her smell was even more wonderful. The four of us cried out, "No,
no, don't go!" Devoid of all dignity, we may have clutched at her legs.
But Adam pointed to the door, she obeyed and was gone. The smell with her.
The desire passed away amazingly fast, from full-blast to a hollow echo.
I suppose that I had used up a week's worth of erections, because there
was nothing left and we could just as well pack up and go home. The four
of us looked at each other, wondering if we should feel ashamed or what,
then ended up laughing and hugging.
We finally noticed Adam regarding us with an apologetic look. "Sorry about
that. Masnia's teen-aged hormones set her off earlier than expected..."
Then he too had to laugh. "It looks like I got here just in time to save
you all from a fate worse than death."
"Yeah, thanks a lot," I mock-grumbled.
But Elaine said seriously, "For Doug and Melly, I think you might have."
Poor Masnia was exiled off to Camp, away from the house and her beloved
stee-rio and pee-anno lessons, but at least she had her MP3 player which
had been downloaded with a few gigabytes of new music, so she could
Magga and Mazaha did not smell of shy°ma yet, but would any time soon, so
all three women went together. Daworget and Dabababet chose to accompany
them, so all the squatches were away for the next few days, including Adam
most of the time. They had plans to go foraging for some REAL food anyway,
thistles and reeds, since sometimes the food at the house was almost TOO
tasty for their simple palates.
Of course, the Nokhons discussed the coming Kha-rat, due in three nights.
Especially because some of the Nokhsos wished to participate and it had to
be decided if that was appropriate. This would not be the first time that
humans had done so, it was mentioned in the Atli, but none of them had ever
personally experienced such a thing before. Here is a synopsis of those
discussions as told to me by Adam.
Adam was the Nokon most concerned with the consequences of having a full-
blown Kha-rat in proximity of Nokhsos.
"The Kha-rat is one of the major differences between us and them," he had
told them, "we are naturally driven to have a monthly orgy, but the Nokhsos
are not. Our women's shy°ma would certainly tempt them to join in on the
fun, but that could be catastrophic for them, especially in large groups."
"Don't they like sex?" Mazaha asked.
"Oh sure, but sex can cause much suffering for them if they are not cautious
about it. We don't spread fatal infections or become accidentally pregnant,
they do. And that's just among themselves, put them in Kha-Rat with lusty
Nokhons ready to y°ramma anything that moves and they could easily be
"They are pretty puny," Daworget admitted, "but I'd be careful. I'd really
like to y°ramma the cute golden-haired girl Ma-elli-a." Adam just
rolled his eyes without bothering to protest.
"Yes, so would I, but I'm not going to. And neither is anyone else, it
could kill her."
"No," Masnia said, "Ma-elli-a can take it. She's got a good solid marat, I
"I'd like to try the mature one, Ma-elain-a," Dabababet fantasized, "very
gently and slowly..."
"Ra, ra, I know, they're all wonderful women! And that's why I don't want
them to get HURT."
"What about the men?" Masnia asked, "can we have them?"
"Oh, they must have very tiny dakhs," Mazaha assumed, "it's probably not
"I don't know," Masnia imagined, "I'd sort of like to y°ramma the one
called Doug, he's cute and he seemed to want me even before the shy°ma began
"Enough!" Adam shouted, "I'm trying to tell you that we should just go away
from here until the shy°ma passes..."
"But we want to have our Kha-Rat here!" Masnia insisted. The others agreed.
"Not with Nokhsos," Adam insisted, "we can simply trek out to another
ml°noli and have it there."
"But this is our new home," Magga protested, "we must celebrate that here."
"Ra, the Mother's Meadow is the right place," Masnia insisted, "I knew
that first time I saw it, very magical."
"Ra, it was here your mother Mayala died for all this, Dadamet," Magga
Adam Leroy Forest discovered that he was not actually "King of the Forest"
as his name proclaimed, but was subject to their little democracy and all
the others voted to remain. There was nothing he could do about it.
We puny little humans had an informal meeting of our own after the shy°ma
incident, sitting around the terrace, no more squatches to teach that day.
Doug was half-traumatized by how near he had come to committing incest with
Melly. We all tried to comfort him with the fact that it was only "almost",
that it hadn't actually been consummated. All agreed that he couldn't help
it, it was the shy°ma, we'd all fallen under the spell, etc. But he
insisted upon wallowing in shame.
"I'm going to say it like it is," Doug continued his relentless confession,
"I was out of control. I had THIS..." holding up the classic third finger
"...where a father's fingers are not supposed to be...I'm so sorry, Melody
"It's all right, Dad, you didn't hurt me," Melly shrugged and smiled,
"actually you were making me feel pretty good."
"Oh yes, me too, under those conditions, but it doesn't feel so good now.
The thing is, I couldn't stop myself, and nobody else was stopping me..."
"The shy°ma got to us too," Elaine said, "we were busy."
"Point is: I was well on my way to forcing sex on my own daughter!"
"Come on, Dad, you didn't force anyone. I was willing-- no, I wanted it
"And that makes it better?"
I suppose everyone was having similar considerations about the incident,
and about the moral dilemmas we could be facing if we did attend the
Kha-rat. Elaine and I certainly did.
"That Art and I had sex on the floor in plain sight of everyone I can live
with, it WAS fun," Elaine admitted, "but I was going to take on Pokey next
and I have to say I'm glad that didn't happen." She looked over at him,
"Not because I don't love you, Pokey, it just seems improper."
Pokey was tempted to say something funny or cool but his girl friend Maki
was almost sitting on him to stake her claim. "Good thing too, Pokey's in
trouble enough," she said, with a nasty look at Lissandra, "he still hasn't
apologized for being unfaithful to me."
"That's because you're demanding that I say I'm SORRY for...for finally
getting close to Liss," Pokey protested, "but I'm NOT. I love you Maki
and it's still you and me, babe, but I'd have to lie to say that I regret
Lissandra sent him a shy smile, "Yeah, it was nice, Poke, I don't regret it
either." Then to Maki she said, "And come on, Maki, you were there, you
know we were all swept away. You'd probably have screwed Art next if Adam
hadn't come along."
"No I wouldn't!" Maki said, protesting a little too much, "He's way too OLD
for..." She covered her face in embarrassment, "...oh, sorry, Art, I didn't
really mean to say that."
"It's okay, Maki, you can make it up to me next time," I couldn't resist
saying that just to tease her.
But Maki's words struck home, not because I had lusted for her, but the
entire older-man younger-woman syndrome. The relationship I had with
Lissandra and Melly was as fatherly friend, not Dirty Old Man. I can't
say I never had any erotic feelings for those two beautifully nubile
healthy young girls--I'd have to have been gay or dead not to--but I had
always behaved properly with them. Until today, when I'd been on my way
to climbing right into Lissandra. And Melly next. Then Masnia. And if
Maki was still lying around, I'd definitely have shown her that I wasn't
as OLD as she thought!
I should have been glad, like Elaine, that I had not violated my moral
responsibility as a decent man. But couldn't help regretting that I hadn't
at least possessed painfully beautiful Lissandra when she had been so near.
And the feeling was not going away. I love Elaine and had always been
faithful, I'd been a respectable school teacher who never persued his pretty
students, that was how I'd always intended it to be. But this little
episode with shy°ma taught me that I didn't have a Chinaman's chance of
maintaining that innocence at a Kha-rat. I'd fuck'em all fast as I could
and I didn't want to do that...not really.
So I was morally bound to avoid shy°ma around them, but personally yearned
to experience the Kha-rat. With them. And of course, we all felt the same
way about this.
Adam came to us from his similar meeting with the other squatches, who were
settled into their Refugee Camp for the next 4-5 days. We discussed what
we should do concerning the teaching program.
"Nothing to do but wait for the Kha-rat to be over with," he told us, "my
fellow squatches will be contemplating Atli for the next three days anyway."
"Not sex?" Pokey asked.
"The point is to rise above that."
"Hey, Pokey, you were rising too," Lissandra mentioned.
"You didn't seem so affected by it, Add...Adam." Melly had spoken to him
in an almost civil manner, although she was looking down as she did so,
avoiding any eye contact.
"Except for one cute little boner earlier today," Lissandra recalled.
"I'm used to it. And really, what you got today was a sweet little whiff
from only ONE young woman just beginning to flow. In three days it'll be
a LOT stronger--and from all three women. THAT will affect me--but I'll
still be in control. You get horny but you don't lose your mind."
"Then why did I end up finger-fucking my own daughter?" Doug wanted to know.
"Relax, Dad, nothing really happened anyway. We touched, is all."
"Well, we can't do that again!"
"Don't worry," Adam said, "it won't happen again as long as you all stay
away from shy°ma."
"Stay away? I wouldn't miss the Kha-rat for anything!" Doug insisted.
"Nor will I," Melly announced, "I have to go."
"What? No you're not," Doug insisted, "We can't BOTH go, that's OUT!"
"Then you're out, but I'm going. I'm an anthropology major doing my PhD
dissertation about squatch women, their reproduction cycle, shy°ma, all
that. I REALLY do have to go."
"I FORBID you to go to the Kha-rat!" Both Doug and Adam shouted in perfect
"Nobody's forbidding me to do anything! I'm an adult, this is my field of
expertise. Live with it, guys."
"But if we're BOTH there in all that shy°ma-smell," Doug protested, "It's
already been proven that I couldn't resist the temptation for Miss Melody
"I probably wouldn't be able to resist you either, Mister Douglas Wielson.
So what? It's only sex, might even be fun."
Doug rolled his eyes, "What, do you WANT us to commit incest?"
"No, I don't. At least not here and now, but I AM going to the Kha-rat,
and if you do too...well, I guess we'll just have to deal with it," she
shrugged, "Unless you can get Adam to sell you his old..." she froze,
stunned by what she'd been about to say.
Everyone froze. Big Aha! moment.
Doug dashed a palm against his head. "My God, how could I be so stupid as
to not think of that? Years ago!"
We all knew what he meant, because not one of us had thought of it before
now, even though we knew that Adam could "sell" a promise and then it was
no longer his.
"Oh, I HAVE thought of it," Adam said to Doug, "but I've been too
afraid of getting my hopes up and having it not work. Besides, I needed to
find a clever way to trick you into it."
"So you brought a whole Kha-rat to me. Clever indeed! Is there any chance
that it will work?"
"I don't know. That promise was never intended to be transferred to another
user. Then again, it was never my own formulation either."
"No, it was my very own drunken words. I say we try it, right now. If
only to release you from that curse I put upon you."
"What, you're going to cancel Addy's promise?" Melly squawked, suddenly
enraged, "Well, don't bother! It doesn't matter anymore, I don't want
to... not with HIM!"
Adam looked at Melly in surprise, we all did, "But Melly..." he began.
"Don't BUT MELLY me!" Her voice became more hateful, more shrill, "You're
the worst boy friend in the world! Unfaithful Rapist!" Then she turned and
walked away muttering angry little squeaks.
We all looked at each other with raised eyebrows, but no one was willing to
go talk sense into her just then.
It was a simple ceremony. We were all witness to it.
Adam walked around the lawn, looking for the proper place of power a shaman
recognizes, alignment with sun, mountains, four winds, etc. He squatted
and signaled Doug to stand before him, their eyes on the same level.
"Usually I need to carefully define a promise to be transferred, but you
have already defined that one. Can you remember the words?"
"They've been burned in my memory for years," Doug said through gritted
teeth, tears now running down his cheeks. Adam was surprised at the
anguish he saw, then his eyes misted up as well.
I looked over at Elaine, yes, tears. Pokey, Lissandra, yes. Melly nowhere
in sight, but then I couldn't see so well myself.
Doug began to recite in a voice full of shame, "I promise..."
Adam stopped him, "No, I have to say them to work the magic."
Doug nodded, dreading to hear what came next.
Adam spoke, but in a voice that shocked us all, sounding exactly as Adam
had at twelve years old. "I promise never...ever to...FUCK...Melly!"
Elaine started sobbing, Melly too, suddenly right behind her. I toughed
it out. Doug couldn't.
Thankfully, Adam continued in his real voice, "This was the sacred promise
of an Orator, inviolable and eternal." He looked Doug in the eyes and
offered his hand. "And now I hereby transfer that promise to you, Doug
Wielson: do you accept this vow?"
Doug grabbed Adam's hand like a desperate man, pressing it to his bosom and
croaking, "Yes, yes, yes, I accept. I accep... OH GOD!"
I remembered that there had been a ZAP during Pokey's ceremony, evidently
some kind of sign that the magic had worked. But this zap was a real
walloper, perhaps because of all the years of pain the promise had caused.
Both Adam and Doug were staggered by it.
"Then it is done," Adam announced when he got his breath back, "that is now
YOUR promise, Doug Wielson, which you can never break." Then he put his
hand on Doug's head and pulled him in a close embrace, "Thank you, man."
When they separated Doug went back into the house to sit down, shaky both
physically and emotionally. The rest of us couldn't help turning to see
Adam and Melly looking at one another, wondering what they were going to do
now. One would assume that they would rush off to be together.
But instead Melly spoke in a voice so hateful and cruel that it hurt all of
us who heard it: "Well! So we'll be at a Kha-rat together and now you think
you'll get to FUCK me at last. Well, forget that!
"Now it's MY turn to do the forbidding, Adam Leroy Forest: I FORBID you to
ever TOUCH me at that Kha-rat-- even if I BEG you to--or it will be RAPE!"
She turned away, "Just like last time!"
Melly walked back into the house. Lissandra sent Adam a sympathetic look,
then followed Melly. Adam shrugged and walked alone back to the Nokhon camp
out in the meadow.