good as you could expect, maybe a little better, but everyone's itching
for some action." He made a wry face. "Group therapy can only do so
much, even when you've got a bunch of compatible enthusiasts. Which we
definitely do, even with you out of action."

"Good." Most Enforcement men were heterosexual whenever possible, to
Cortin's gratification, but had no hesitation in enjoying each other
rather than doing without; if they weren't compatible, morale suffered.
"Nobody's getting shorted or exploited?"

"No. Everything's as smooth as we could hope for, and everyone's
looking forward to having you join in."

"I plan to," Cortin said, then turned to Chang, who had come back in
with Pritchett. "Unless you'd recommend otherwise?"

"As I said, you are fully healed," the medic said. "I see no reason to
hesitate, even with our misnamed Tiny."

"Well endowed?" Cortin asked Odeon, grinning. She'd never seen her
communications specialist naked, to her disappointment; in Middletown
he'd used the Elysian Gardens, and here, she'd been unconscious.

"Nicely in proportion, at any rate," Odeon replied with an answering
grin. "And his stamina's nothing to sneeze at, either--he gave me a
ride yesterday evening you wouldn't believe."

The big man grinned. "You flatter me--and I love it."

"No flattery intended," Odeon said, straight-faced. "Just doing my
duty, keeping the CO informed. Of course, I imagine she'll see for
herself here shortly."

"If not," Chang said, "I will be most disappointed. When I was praying
for a normal trooper's sexual attitude and abilities, I did not realize
the strength of the drive I was praying for. I confess I am finding it
difficult to keep my hands to myself."

"Why try, then?" Cortin asked. "Neither of you is on duty, there
aren't any civs around, and Tiny looks willing enough."

"More than willing," Pritchett said, extending his hand to the medic.
"I need a shower first; care to join me?"

"That sounds most enjoyable."

"Attractive couple, aren't they?" Odeon asked appreciatively as the
pair disappeared into the bathroom.

"Very," Cortin agreed. "Sis deserved a miracle if anyone did, and
Tiny'll be good for her." She let the sheet drop--and found out why
Odeon was wearing a robe at this time of day; he was naked. And, she
thought with satisfaction, as beautifully and excitingly male as she
remembered.

Odeon looked at her, afraid that what he'd learned of her early tha