A door opened into Grelock's fornication chamber, and in flooded more Clean.

     Then, in she stepped.

​     Nude.

​     Hairless. No pubic hair, even.

     She stood as tall as Grelock's shoulders.

​     She moved as gracefully as a ballerina. 

     And then she said the first words out of this particualr syn's mouth, the three words Grelock'd been longing for, been needing, for weeks, for months, until he could stand it no longer and had to return to Hrrm's Hive.

     These three words:

     "I love you."

​     "Hello Whisper," Grelock said.

CONTINUE