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learned that Jan came from a planet with higher gravity than Earth’s and that the odd, purplish pigment in his skin was due to the peculiarity of their sun. She had discovered that Jan’s dietary needs were a little different from hers. He needed much more meat in his diet, and he couldn’t tolerate grains. He seemed to have an inexhaustible tolerance for alcohol, and somewhere in her muddled mind she remembered his anatomical explanation for it—something about a structure in his body similar to her liver, but which came before the liver, which processed alcohol much more efficiently. “Your bodies are flawed not to have this,” he had said with a grin.
    They had also explored—in more detail than Andrea would have thought she could possibly enjoy—the possibilities of a dom/sub relationship. She had told him again and again; she had tried to explain that it was not the mainstream mode of relationship between humans, but he persisted in his belief that it was part of a complex and very detailed mating ritual that all of the people of her planet—at least the civilized ones, as he put it—took part in.
    After Saturday night, she had stopped arguing; to her surprise, Andrea found that being dominated by Jan was something that she enjoyed far more than any other experience in her life. He pulled noises out of her that she had never known she was capable of making, and every time he brought her to submit to him, to accept his “training”, she came harder and harder, losing more and more of her inhibitions. She had never considered herself prudish, but she was starting to even think—though with trepidation—that he might finally convince her to let him take her anally. As she showered the night before, the thought crossed her mind, Oh god, if I ever told anyone I’d let an alien probe my ass…  
    “What is your work?” Jan asked, interrupting Andrea’s sleep-fogged thoughts.  
    She shook her head, trying to clear it, trying to remember just what it was that she did for a living. “I work at an ad agency,” she said, “as an account manager.”  
    Jan gave her a look of utter confusion. “Ah.” She bit her lip, trying to think of just how to explain that particular facet of human sociology and economics to someone who came from a culture that didn’t resemble anything human.
    “You must be at work soon?” Jan asked her, his voice almost plaintive. He was losing some of his accent, his English taking on a more natural tone, but there were still differences in the way he spoke—differences that Andrea wasn’t sure he could ever lose, particularly with the forked tongue in his mouth.  
    “My job is… well, it’s important to my boss,” she said with a little laugh. “It’s not like I’m a scientist or anything like that.” She considered the question for a moment longer. “When someone of your people makes something, and they want to sell it, how do they go about telling other people that it exists?”  
    Jan’s eyes widened in comprehension, “Ah, that. Yes. I had seen banners like the ones we employ on the educational sites for humans.” Andrea bit her lip, thinking of what those advertisements were more than likely for, considering the venue. “You make these things for your people?”  
    Andrea shook her head, trying to explain her function within the company to him. Her alarm went off again, and she decided that she would just shut it off. “You’ve ruined me, you know,” she said, slipping out of Jan’s arms to find her phone on the desk in her bedroom.
    “How have I ruined you?” Jan smiled as if the thought pleased him.
    “I used to have perfect attendance. Never called in sick.” Andrea hung her head. “And now, I’m calling in when I’m not even technically sick to begin with.” She dialed her boss’ extension. He was not at his desk yet. She coughed a few times as the recording for his voicemail started. “Hey, Eric,” she said, making her voice as hoarse as