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and multiple penetration was so very, very good.
    In some ways she was really loving the bareback sex, too, the slide of a naked penis inside her, touching her nerve endings, the hot splash of the cum burning a path inside her.
    But in other ways, it was a worry. So much sex with three men could only mean a baby was in her future. And what would happen then? How would she keep their attention when she was the size of an elephant waddling around, or worse still, vomiting all day long as some women she’d cared for in the hospital had done. Sure, they’d said marriage was for life, but plenty of people in mainstream society said that, too, then divorced in the blink of an eye. What would happen to her if they no longer desired her, or worse, if she bored and annoyed them with pregnancy-related illnesses? And what about after a child was born? How would she cope with three hourly feeds and still have the strength to cope with three lusty men.
    What would she do if they no longer wanted her?
    How could she return to the city after being so much a part of New Thimphu? As well as finding a place to live, a new job, and all the usual things, she would have a child to support. Or worse still, how could she live on here without them, working to support herself and the child, and never seeing the men again. Never seeing Paul’s laughing, dancing eyes. Never feeling Sam’s long, talented fingers slide deep inside her cunt and scrape across the place that always drove her wild. Never walk around the barn looking for eggs with Jim while he told her stories from the men’s childhoods or the community’s traditions.
    Shit! She really, really hoped she didn’t get pregnant for a long time.

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    At the seniors’ facility, although the garden was just being laid out, the two new settlers who were helping with the heavy work had brought out several benches so the seniors could sit and watch them till the earth and plant seedlings.
    The central courtyard itself was a stone floor like the hospital and senior’s wing, and on top of the stone, the workers had constructed big wooden garden beds. One bed would be an herb garden. Two others would be for flowers and the final one for fresh vegetables. In addition to the garden beds, there was a phalanx of huge pots with a tree in each one—pomegranates, oranges, apples, plums, cherries.
    Every resident had his or her own room, decorated as the senior wished, with his or her own belongings. And each room had a large window looking out onto the central courtyard. The bathrooms, nurses’ offices, and treatment rooms were on the far side of the hallway from the residents’ rooms, and a sitting room had the only recognizable door, which was made of glass and opened into the courtyard.
    Families entered and exited from the hospital via a fake “treatment room,” and that door was mirrored with a yellow lever up high enough to deter children from playing with it.
    The exit was misleading to give the residents and their families peace of mind. Many of the seniors were frail, in which case they should not be trying to leave. Others were in the early stages of dementia, in which case they would be misdirected by the mirror, so this system was considered less intrusive than pass codes, swipe cards, or locked entry doors.
    Chevaunne sat on a bench with Honored Grandmother and Grandfather Lim. Both had sharp, intelligent minds inside increasingly feeble bodies.
    The controlled environment of New Thimphu was wonderful for the elderly, Chevaunne thought. Outside, there would be many days when it would be too hot or too cold or too windy for frail older people to enjoy a garden, but here they would never be sunburned or chilled.
    “What is your name, young man?” the old lady asked the worker.
    “Songstan, Honored Grandmother. Most people call me Stan.”
    “The other man is named Goa, I am told. What are you planting here, Songstan?”
    “In the center, tomatoes and corn. On one side, snow