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The weather looked absolutely beautiful when Sara finally dragged herself out of bed this morning.

So, after a quick bagel and coffee, she heads outside to the lake.

She knows about the shark, which is why she's staying strictly in the shallows.

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She nods slowly. "I can vouch for that from personal experience. So, your sex drive is kicking in. Is it solely heterosexual, or is anyone looking good?"

Normally, she'd apologize for crudeness but she expects Naraht would appreciate bluntness more.

"So far...I'm only affected by males." She looks Sara over to check.

"Yes, just males."

An impish smile spreads across her face. "Or else you're not my type."

She snorts a laugh. "That's oddly comforting."

And an impish smile comes over her face. "Did you find Barry attractive?"

This isn't a faint hint of a blush now. This is a five-alarm fire blush. Naraht turns away.

"Yes, I did," she says in a small voice. "I'm sorry about that."

"Hey," she says softly, putting a hand on one of her shoulders, "it's all right. I'm not jealous, nor am I threatened. Barry was flattered, to be honest."

"Thanks," Naraht says, looking up shyly. "I just...well, it's impossible for my kind to form that kind of bond, but I'd hate to mess it up for you."

She frowns. "At least it's normally impossible for us to form that kind of bond. Which is a good thing. Being a Mother would be hard enough without that added on to the end of the cycle."

"If he or I became jealous each time someone of the opposite sex spoke to us, that would speak more of the lack of trust we would have in each other," she says quietly. "I trust him and he trusts me. Without that, we could never make a relationship work."

She nods slowly. "I'd imagine so, given what you've told me about the Mother."

Naraht nods. "It would be hard enough just knowing your hatchmates will be dead after the mating," she says. "I can't imagine what it would be like if she formed that bond with every male. She would probably go mad with grief."

A moment of silence before Naraht shakes herself free from that thought. "Anyway, whether it's stronger or just more noticible to me this time, it's there...and it's getting harder not to act on it."

She thinks for a few minutes before quietly asking, "Have you tried masturbation?"

Naraht shakes her head. "Not yet. Ray...he suggested that as well."

She chuckles. "Intellectually, it seems like the perfect solution. But that new bit of me that likes humanoid males doesn't seem to be too happy with the idea."

She laughs. "Well--not all humanoid males are all they're cracked up to be. And masturbation will at least help you avoid becoming entangled in a relationship you may not truly want."

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"Yes...the relationship route," she says. "That's what Guppy suggested. Find someone I like who would be willing to have a strictly short-term relationship with me. I'm...well, it sounds nice, but I have no idea how to go about it."

She eyes the comb in her hand, then drags it through her hair again. "Not to mention that the people I know well enough that to possibly try that with are already in very happy relationships."

"That is a possibility, yes, though frankly I wouldn't know how to go about it either. I was never adept at the 'friends-with-benefits' side to dating."

"Damn," she mutters. "Well, until I figure that part out...do you have any advice for how to keep things under control?"

She remembers something Peter said. "And also how to tell if a man is a 'creep' in disguise. Apparently...one that I had dinner with a few nights ago was one. I didn't realize it at the time. I just felt very uncomfortable about the way the convesation was going but...I excused myself as quickly as I could."

She shrugs a bit. "If someone is sexually appealing, but you're certain it isn't reciprocated--think of something or someone you don't find appealing. Or I can go to Vegas and visit the Good Vibrations store and pick up a waterproof vibrator for you."

It's probably testimony to her years in Vegas that such doesn't even make her blush anymore.

"As for creeps," her eyes narrow, "trust your gut instincts. If you're uncomfortable, remove yourself from the situation."

Sara might not be blushing but Naraht is red all the way to her ears. "Well...maybe. If I can't get up the courage to ask Bar for one myself."

She nods at the advice about creeps. "Okay. I just hope my other instincts aren't screaming too loud for me to hear my gut. I suppose at this point, I should bolt at the first sign...just in case."

Suddenly, Naraht looks up at Sara with a mischevious glint in her eye. She carefully lays her comb aside. "I suppose I really should get back in the water. I dry out so easily, you know."

And what do you know, Sara's now back a few yards. She doesn't have brothers for nothing, y'know.

"Have fun--I'm going to see if Barry's in the bar."

Naraht pouts.

"Okay. And thanks, Sara."

She dives off the rock, but, at the last moment brings her tail swinging down, creating a splash that's so big it just manages to reach Sara.

"Gaaah!" Most who know Sara would never believe such a girlish shriek could come from her.

A single hand breaks the surface to wave before vanishing once more.

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