. off-world?” she asked, startled by most of the labels.“Yes.” Taking a deep breath, he glared out the window. “The sand lickers trade the min...rals they use the slaves to mine with outsiders. Aliens. Sometimes even humans. Mother said if this was what I wanted then I would ‘only paint with the finest.’ She thought supplying my choice in art would make up for killing the slave that taught me to paint.“Uh, it wasn’t for teaching me,” he added when he saw her shudder, looking up at him in horror.. Even dead that I was, blood loss was problematical. To keep my organs viable there had to be a consistent blood supply.As I began to wonder who was going to be the beneficiary of this latest transplant, I felt a presence. It was as if someone had moved next to me, put their arm over me to rest a hand on my shoulder. Softly I heard, "I hear you."It was a gentle voice and quite female. As I wondered if I was only going to be benefiting women I heard a laugh."I hear you," I replied."Now, don't be. We have a group (or maybe a clique) that we laughingly refer to as the Fan Fuls which is short for Fantasy Fulfillment. Carl and Darlene are a married couple in the Fan Fuls. Darlene is employed as an expert cosmetologist and does fantastic work. There is that aura about her when she talks to you as if she is sizing you up as a conquest. She is bisexual by most definitions, but laughingly calls herself dominantly apathetic. She is indifferent as to the sex of whomever submits to her.One night. What's the occasion?" asked Sally."Nothing special. Just thought you deserved an evening out, just for beinga good friend," said Anne."Ok, I will," said Sally. "So, you and Julia getting along?" We're planning on going public soon," said Anne. "But as for how it'sgoing, we are serious. No date for the wedding yet though." Ok, so that all?" added Sally."Yes, so see you tomorrow evening. Wear something nice," said Anne. "Meetus at our house." Ok, but I'm not going to advertise, and I don't drink.