"Hey!" I yell when Danny yanks the plate from my hand and sets it in front of me. "Where else are you hurt? Your ankle and wrist? Is that it?" I nod a...d I take a small bite of my pancakes, the bitter taste erupting on my tongue. Not even pancakes taste good right now. "I need to talk to Grace..," Luke says, his voice sharp. "Oh no you don't! The last time you called her a wh-" "Stop!" I yell, cutting Danny off in mid sentence, "I want to talk to Luke." "You do?" Luke says, not attempting to. It might be important, though, should anything happen to me, for there to be a record of this.The subject, to be blunt -- and I can and intend to be blunt in this private diary -- is sex.I have tried in my dispatches to convey how radically different sexual congress among humans is from what we Nxtlaqu experience. Perhaps at some point in our early development we were similarly preoccupied but if so it must have been eons ago. We live so long, conceive so readily and, because of that, copulate. I was so close to cumming it was unbelievable. Just as I thought that I couldn’t hold it any more Vicky came into the room and Jon stopped. Vicky said that I didn’t look too good and asked if I was OK. I tried to say “yes” but the word wouldn’t come out. In the end I just nodded.Jon decided that he needed to let me calm down for a while and while he left me where I was he told Vicky that it was time for her to get re-acquainted with the fucking machine. While she went and got a chair he sorted. I nearly fell of my chair. She couldn’t possiblywant to jog any more than she was already? It wasalready taking her three hours a week more than usual.But she was insistent: she wanted to jog more often, asshe didn’t feel as if she was fit enough.From then onwards she asked me regularly, everyweekend, whether I had planned to go out for a drinknext week. She even began to suggest that I go out withold so-and-so who I hadn’t seen for some time and toencourage me to meet up with.