Before:

     Trevor awoke to total darkness save for a single lit candle.

     For a few moments, the candle appeared, to Trevor, to dangle by itself in midair.

     Then he realized someone held it, held the candle.

     It was Myveth.

     In public, the ladies wore robes many and enveloping.

     At home, they wore fewer robes, but only Trevor saw them even that unclothed. 

     That night, though...

     Myveth put the candle down, then leaned forward to look deep into Trevor's eyes. Her silhouette became easy to see through the thin nightgown she wore.

     Her eyes said, we must keep this between us...

     and then she slipped her nightgown off over her head.

     She trembled. Being naked in front of someone was not something that came naturally to her.

     Skin and bones, was Trevor's thought. Doesn't she ever eat?

​     She looks so vulnerable, was his second thought. He felt like putting her nightgown back on her and holding her and telling her to please not be so sad all the time, although he felt like doing that a lot with her.

​     Her breasts reminded Trevor of walnuts. He saw her pubis as a shadow contrasted against her pale white skin.

     She pleaded to him with her eyes, please don't make me feel foolish for doing this.

     Trevor went to say something in response, but stopped. He'd come to hate the fact that he couldn't just talk to his housemates. 

     Myveth pulled his robe away from where it hid his penis.

     It rested like a turd on his lap.

     Myveth looked at it horrified, like Trevor had slapped her face.

     She wanted it to be stiff, Trevor thought. She wants us to fuck.

     OMG

​     Now what was he going to do?

​     Trevor had grown very fond of Myveth, as he'd grown fond of both her sisters and her mother.

     But,

     It wasn't like he'd never fantasized about having sex with her. He'd conjured up a fantasy, at one time or another, about any woman he'd ever had any sort of emotional connection with whatsoever, but he'd never thought of Myveth as any sort of "girlfriend" or anything like that, whatever that even meant in the year 10,000 A.D.. It might be different if he didn't have a leg that didn't throb every waking moment.

      But he couldn't say any of that...

      And his dick didn't so much as quiver.

     Trevor looked at  Myveth with an expression he hoped said, I am truly regretful.

​     Tears fountained from Mysveth's eyes. Trevor watched them fly in the near total darkness. She threw her nightgown back on. She ran from the room with her candle.

​      I need to learn their language, Trevor thought. We all desperately need to talk.

CONTINUE