Swallowing hard, I closed the notepad and set it aside. I badly wanted to look but I didn't feel like I should. It felt like invading his thoughts and...fantasies. I'd look once I felt more comfortable with him.A few minutes later, he set an omelet in front of me and sat down, eyeing the notebook. "Well?"I took a bite and found steaming ham and cheese. "Delicious." He mock-glared at me. "No, the drawings."I met his look with one of innocence. "Was I supposed to have an opinion on them?" Don't. I ofcoursehad to call up a picture of my future mate on my class room computerscreen. I knew that it was not allowed, but I was sure that everyonewas doing the same thing. There was my Lee with the required short haircut and the pants that all Lees wore. I read that my Lee was on anumber of ruling councils and in charge of the genetic records ofeveryone. I knew that that was one of the most important jobs that therewas. And XecLee did it all at such a young age. Yes I guess that I. .. her finger and thumb snapped but no sound was made; yes, there were circumstances that she had to get used to. This room looked squalid, dark, tiny, just a bed, a night table and very little else apart from an incredible amount of what appeared to be dirty laundry. Sabby sniffed but hadn’t quite mastered the complexities of olfactory sensibility but it just had smell rank. The sounds emitted by the couple on the bed were horrendous; a woman on her back, legs spread wide, her knees. Then he gently pushed his fingers along the spine, tracing a path down above her buns, finally patting her ass and then squeezing the skin."Oh, yes, yes, that's the way to do it."He pushed harder and moved down the slit down to her dark, sensual underside, pausing for several seconds to really get it on down there, and push harder and faster, increasing the tempo from a languid waltz to an allegro and then presto. On and upward he pushed back up the entire length of her spine, pausing.