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that?”
    Her mouth parted and he lowered his gaze to her lips. The urge to kiss him swept through her with a dizzying effect. She was astonished that she resisted it. “I-I don’t know.”
    A sad look crossed over his face. “I helped take care of you.” He indicated the bed they sat on. “While you were healing.”
    “And?” What would he tell her? And yet, she couldn’t imagine that he’d tell her anything she wouldn’t like.
    “You woke up once and we talked. Do you remember?”
    “No.” She wished she had.
    “Well, we did. You told me about all sorts of things. About your life, your friends. We talked—okay, I did the most talking—for a while. You’re special. I suspected it the second I laid eyes on you, but after that, I was sure.”
    He’d stolen her ability to speak. Yet when he touched her again, she believed him. Like Rosh, he was special, too. But just how special?
    “Renkon, come on!”
    He sighed. “Rosh is anything but patient. Especially about waiting on someone.”
    She grinned, at once disappointed and relieved that they couldn’t speak longer.
    “Don’t worry. We won’t take long. Until then, stick to the hut.” He opened the flap and she followed part of the way out before he stopped her.
    “Why? Because he hasn’t gotten permission?”
    A strange expression darkened his face as his gaze drifted to the woods behind the hut. “That and for other reasons.” The smile was back in full force. “Gotta run.”
    “But wait.” She didn’t want him to leave. Instead, she would’ve liked to have spent more time with him. Maybe she could get a few answers. Or kiss him. Or more. But he was already halfway to Rosh before she could say anything more.
    All at once, a strange, animallike wail drifted into the air, and everyone stopped what they were doing. As soon as the sound had faded, the women began gathering the children and hurrying them toward the cabins. The men grouped together and, as if on cue, tugged off their shoes and jeans.
    She gaped at them. Most of them had good physiques although not as rugged as Rosh’s, Renkon’s, and Walker’s. A few of them looked like the average office worker with his belly full from a weekend beer fest. Yet none of them acted embarrassed or shy. Instead, they treated each other no differently than when they’d worn clothing. The men turned toward the cabins as the doors opened and most of the women who’d gone inside came running out, pulling their dresses over their heads and tossing them to the ground. She assumed that the other women had stayed inside, closing the shutters on the cabins to keep the children from peeking out.
    Had Rosh taken her to a nudist colony? Not that she was against that sort of thing, but these people seemed freer, even more comfortable in their own skin than any nudist. It was as if their nudity was not a choice but a necessity.
    Men and women came together, arms entwining, legs wrapping around waists. She blinked, noting that each woman had at least two men with her. A few of them fell to the ground where they were, kissing and fondling one another. Two men positioned their woman between them, supporting her as one man shoved his cock inside her pussy while the other entered from behind.
    “Holy shit.” She’d heard of orgies, but she’d never seen one.
    A blonde woman squirmed in feigned fear as the three men next to her grabbed her and dragged her inside a tent. A large woman, her heavy pendulum breasts resting against her full stomach, basked in the attention of two very fit, very handsome men. More and more of the women led their men inside a hut or a tent, but none took their men back to the cabins.
    Her heart pounded as desire rushed outward from her pussy. Although voyeurism had never been her thing, she doubted anyone could keep from getting turned on by the scene. The men, although commanding and dominant, catered to their women, treating them with respect. Even when they handled their partner