She blushed and turned away quickly. He laughed softly. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” she told him.“I shouldn’t say things like that t...o you,” he said.“Because I’m not beautiful and you’re lying?” she asked.He chuckled again. “No,” he said. “Because we’re cousins.”“It’s okay to think I’m beautiful,” she said. “Even if we are cousins.” She was struggling to keep her emotions in check. He thought she was beautiful! Was he actually flirting?“Thanks,” he mumbled. A moment later he added,. By women actually or nearly selected under the PCA themselves.That was one of the press sensations on this case. The condemned were defending their jailor? Were the women who worked at Findley's operations as guilty as he was of killing their peers for no valid reason?The fact is that thousands of women were terminated by David Findley operations at the end of the PCA. And over a thousand were excluded, exempted or otherwise legally removed from the process flow. All of these removals were due. I'm glad I stayed for everything." So the dinner and conversation were a small price to pay for the great sex?" No, they were a high price, but the sex was worth it."Amy rolled her eyes. "Whatever, lover-boy."I leaned in to kiss her, pulling back and changing tone. "The truth is, I would count myself lucky just to have dinner with you, Amy."Her eyes softened. "Thanks, Eric." She kissed me again, slow and tender. "I'll dream well tonight." Me, too. Good night."Amy turned, and I spooned behind. They shared a waterskin between them, two swallows each, and then with renewed energy they set out again, following the stars north. Just before dawn, Tuk saw a lone butte ahead, and he challenged the little nomads to race the sun to its shade. His challenge stirred their flagging energy, and they trotted off toward the promised goal. Tuk came last, watching his charges carefully to make certain they all arrived safely.They arrived just after the sun came free of the horizon, and collapsed into.