There was enough food in storage that we could feed all of us for several months without having to add to it.We did a more thorough examination of the...cave than I had ever done, and we found several new chambers, some with running water. When we finished, it was nearly time for supper. Several of the women were working on that, so they did not need us. John took me to one side for a private, man-to-man, conversation. He opened the conversation with, "It's obvious that you have been having sex. One day I was sitting in a big chair in the living room with my legs wide apart and over each arm of the chair. I was wearing one of Anne’s bras and her shorty robe, untied and open. As I laid there enjoying myself, stroking my hard cock with one hand while playing with my nipples inside the bra cup with the other I suddenly realized I’d forgotten to close the d****s when I was getting ready. I looked across the street and saw the woman sitting in a chair in her apartment watching me closely. I. ” “And all you want is our perverts like this one?” “Yes, your third genders--the ones you call she-males, transsexuals, cross dressers, transvestites.” “What about our women? How do we know you won’t come back and demand our females?” Jean heard laughter and the unmistakable sound of a pants zipper. “Wow.” “Your females won’t fit , either physically or emotionally. We need your third-genders.” She heard the zipper again and her mouth instinctively watered. She gulped and the hand of the man. The room was decorated with innumerable banners and tapestries, depicting great battles or royal standards. Guards of comparable size and ferocity stood to attention nearby, their gilded, red armor standing out against the white pillars that held up the ceiling. Their long tails flicked back and forth, their round, furry ears protruded from their helmets, swiveling to track the conversation.“Borealans do not lie, we do not cheat. We have traded much in the past, Benedict, and I am grateful for.