"I've learned to take your feelings seriously..." he said hesitantly. "I'm ... worried, I suppose. There's nothing going on that indicates a problem, ...s there?" That's just it. There's nothing I can put a finger on. I've really struggled to read my Bible for the last day or two..."The frown deepened. "We'd better pray, then, hadn't we?"They moved to the study where Dulcie sat silent as Peter read a Psalm. As he began to pray, he, too felt a dark heaviness surrounding him; it was a struggle even. But it was sure fun! By the time we reached the bedroom I was gasping and giggling and hiccuping. I think the hiccups were an autonomic reaction to overstimulation. Besides, I’d finally decided how to get even with all those skinny, stuck-up women who work as high fashion models. Make them all slither across the runway clamped onto a man exactly like I was. ‘And now, wearing the hoity toity six million dollar tinfoil dress that no ordinary woman would ever even dare look at is Tofu. Tofu is. I don’t even know how to start.”“You won’t have a problem. You are pretty and fit. Any guy would love to be with you.”“What do guys expect today?”“What do you mean?”I looked at her and realized she was blushing. Now that was unusual. “I mean, on a first date, how far.” Now she turned beet red. Oh, now I think I know what she wants to know. “How many bases?”“You are so funny. You know you are beet red.” I had to laugh. My sister never used to say anything about personal stuff.“Sis, guys. Only the relative brevity of Vanessa’s affair with Mr. Warner and yours with her, so far, prevented such an infection, as prolonged exposure could well have lead to such an infection.“You did nothing unusual or wrong, since the nanites could have cured Mrs. Warner back on Earth, but she refused to seek them out. That was her fault. Quarantines are unusual for HIV cases, anyway, but in a smaller environment with so many sexually active people of so many different ages, it was a necessary.