"I did not." He said. "Why is that?"She smiled. "We are horrible strategists." She said, giggling. "We can do fine in small fights, but when it comes ...o the art of making real war, humans are, without contest, the masters."Harlen gave a small smile. "A dubious honor, I concede." He looked up at the low-flying clouds.She said. "Perhaps. But there are other ways in which you of the third race make us nearly livid with envy." She cast her mind back. "Your children, for example. And your ability to. Mostly.”“Yeah, me too. But the stuff comes out, of course.”“Think of it this way ... spilling your seed is a sin, but putting it inside a woman -- that’s blessed -- the holy sexual act!”“Yeah, but --”“Stop thinking so much.”He felt Melissa reach down and find his penis. It was already half hard, and her touch finished the job.“And if you’ve already sinned once, it’s not much worse to do it again,” she said playfully.Jason smiled, turning over onto Melissa. She started guiding him in, but he. Too nervous to speak, she bit her lower lip and nodded. “Great, give me a moment.” Celeste was all business again and transformed into a whirlwind of movement and grace that Vicky had already witnessed a couple of times. From her bag she pulled a foil sachet of sex lube, a miniature manicure kit containing a tiny pair of nail scissors, and - most improbably - a disposable razor. “Girl Scout,” Celeste explained as Vicky looked with surprise at the little collection. Taking control, she pushed. It wasn’t really the nineteenth floor, it was the eighteenth floor. Didn’t the idiots on the fourteeth floor know they were really on the thirteenth floor? Or did they simply not care? The elevator was one of those smooth and fast ones, and with another annoyingly cheerful ding, the doors opened. Suddenly she couldn’t ignore it any more; the reason she was here, the reason her heart was still beating fast, the reason the crotch of her black pants was already damp. She walked to the third.