Page 93 of The Gathering
“So she said Iwasn’trude and strange?”
He angled his head toward her, attempting to decipher why this mattered to her. She was concerned with his opinion of her. Maybe. She was officially the most difficult person to read outside of her sexual cravings which so far were all tied to knowledge. But even if he wasn’t distracted with his lust problem he’d have to work for answers about her. “She said people often considered you rude and strange,” he said, moving to the next sculpture, her silence moving his gaze to the peripheral zone.
She was pouring water.
“I wonder why she thinks I’m strange and rude,” she mumbled, a question she’d pondered many times and hadn’t found an answer for. “There weren’t many books that helped with social etiquette, and since we got so few visitors, I didn’t see the greatest need. Until an anomaly happened.”
He looked right at her. “What anomaly?”
“You. Showing up and allowing me to practice. How am I doing so far? Have I been strange or rude to you?”
He eyed her face now studiously focused on her tea making. “You have been very polite and… different. In a good way.”
“Really?” she said. “And how exactly doyoudefine good?”
He savored the wisdom in her question while seeing her tonguing the slit on his cock. He made his way closer to her, his disease getting aggressive. “I define good when an individual lives freely within the parameters of their experiences, not just the knowledge of others. Somebody who recognizes that every human is different and cannot conform to another human’s constraints.”
“Oh,” she said as he arrived on the other side of the small island where she worked her lavender lusting wonders.
“You sound surprised.”
She kept her gaze aimed at her work, stirring the lavender in the cup with the passion of any mad scientist. “I’m doubting,” she informed quietly before assaulting him with a smile and direct gaze.
“Doubting,” he said, feeling his lust shifting strategy. From aggressive wars to slow-burning games. “You need to test this theory?”
She shook her head, tapping the tiny spoon on the edge of the cup twice. “I only test theories when I donothave sufficient evidence for them.” She set the two cups on a tray and carefullymade her way around the counter. “Let us drink our logic lusting lavender on the porch,” she said.
Logic Lusting and Lavendar
Skul followed his new playmate and took his seat in the rocking chair next to hers. “Two rocking chairs,” he observed.
“For company!” she said as she handed him his cup of tea and sat with hers. “IknewI would have company,” she explained. “I just didn’t realize it would be so seldom.”
The disappointed surprise in her voice wrapped around his cock. It wanted to fill every single need she obliviously confessed to him.
“Try it,” she encouraged, light in her eyes.
He took a sip, not at all surprised to discover he very much liked it. “Mmm. I feel my IQ rising already.”
Her big laugh jerked in his cock. She didn’t stop it this time. He watched how she gave herself to the joy of her tea without restraint. He needed to see her giving herself to him this way. While he sucked her clit.
“You are verywitty,” she said, sounding extremely envious. “I consider wit to be a sign of great intelligence.”
“And how did you figure?” he asked, hungry for all her organic wisdoms.
“You have to really know words to use them in ways outside their intended design, I think.”
“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “And you think knowing words is a sign of intelligence?”
She nodded a lot, her brows puckered. “I do. Not to be confused with wisdom,” she added, relieving him.
“About your earlier doubt,” he said.
“Oh yes,” she remembered. “The conforming to another human’s constraints part. This part I have positive doubts about.”
“Positive. And do you have negative doubts?”
“Yes. Negative doubts are for things that should require proof before believing, and positive doubts are for things I don’t believe because I have already proven them unbelievable.”
