“Hey Rinata?” I ask almost timidly.
“You seem real nice and sweet and trusting- but what would you have done if I was like…..I dunno….some rapist or serial killer?”
“Why? Did you plan on taking advantage of me?” she teases.
“No…no, I…” I stammer nervously.
“Relax- you don’t have that kind of darkness about you. We’re usually alot better than humans about picking up on those sorts of things.”
“Yes….also it seems as though rapists and serial killers don’t read the Want Ads anymore. At least the one I put out.” she joked.
I smiled weakly as I put my shirt back on.
“Not to mention I’m a lot stronger than I look. Now I have a question for you, Gunnar.”
“How do you know I wasn’t going to drug you and ship you off to some hyper-aggressive ogres or Amazonesses as their sex slave?”
“That would make on hell of a letter to Penthouse Form…” I contemplate.
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