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subject to sports?"
"It's because we take pleasure differently," said Alice.
"A man gets off on objects. He sees tits and an ass and
he doesn't care who they're attached to. We need
intimacy and tenderness to enjoy ourselves. We don't
give a damn how the his cock is; we want to know the
size of his feelings."
"All men want is sex." Maya sighed. "We want love."
"Ah, bullshit," said T.J "I want to dance."
"Look, someone's imprinting."
The band broke into the ceremonial "Only You Tonight"
and dancers closed in a circle around a couple, clapping
and cheering them on. Lily strained to see who it was.
Big Tomasz with the shovel feet -- and Marja! "Wait!" As
Lily raced across the courtyard, Marja pulled Tomasz
down to her. He buried his nose in her corsage. The
orderly had explained that once a two people imprinted
themselves with each others' pheromones, they would be
inseparable the rest of the night. When Tomasz came up,
his eyes were gleaming.
Lily waved frantically at her but Marja paid no
attention. Tomasz offered her the chocolate the Hothouse
staff had impregnated with his own musky androstenols.
It was wrapped in gold foil; she unpeeled it
lasciviously, pressed it between her lips and chewed,
her jaws working around a cheek-stretching smile.
The crowd's rhythmic clapping punctuated the impromptu
ceremony. "Let's congratulate the new couple," said the
caller from behind his bass. Now that they had
imprinted, their badges changed to a color which only
they shared. It was the purple of venous blood. "Seal it
with a kiss!" the caller cried.
The crowd whooped.
"Isn't he grade?" Marja was glowing. "Am I lucky or
what? This is Lily, my roommate. Tomasz is a lion tamer,
can you believe that?" Lily could smell the chocolate on
her breath.
"Moj Boze, Marja, ja cie kocham."
"Aren't lions extinct?" Lily said.
He didn't hear her; he and Marja were kissing again. By
the time they finished, Lily assumed he had forgotten
the question, so she asked again.
"In the wild, yes." He kept one massive arm clasped
around Marja's shoulder as if she were a trophy he had
just won. "I work with the New World cats mostly,
cougars and jaguars. We have one leopard." He feinted at
her with his free hand and grinned when she recoiled.
"All strong enough to kill you."
"I didn't even know the circus was in town."
"They leave Wednesday," said Marja. "Which is why we're