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of wine. They drank some, and gave Rahksan sips out of their
glasses, and passed the mouthpiece of the waterpipe back and
forth. Yolande made a face; kif, she could smell it. Children
weren't supposed to use it; she had snuck a quick puff once, and
it had just made her feel heavy and sleepy.

I'd better leave, she thought. Pa was kissing Rahksan, and Ma
was touching her breasts. Tantie Rahksan was sort of squirming
and making sounds, and her hands were stroking the Draka on
either side of her. Yolande felt her ears burn, as if they were
turning bright red at the tips, and a weightless feeling in her
stomach. There were books and tapes about sex in biology class
at school, of course, but children weren't supposed to watch, and
it was really impolite, and Ma might strap her if she found out.

Yolande looked up, and met Lele's wide eyes. She laid a finger
across her lips and prepared to squirm backward, when she
heard a voice from beyond the other side of the pool.

Trapped! she thought. A tall man at the north side could see
the stretch of lawn they must cross to get to the next downslope
terrace. Oh, boy, I'm really going to get into trouble now!
Longingly, she thought of her bed in the tower room and the
new Young Draka's Illustrated Odyssey Uncle Eric had brought
her. Oh, shit, that's Uncle Eric!



"Oh. Sorry," Eric said, seeing that his sister and
brother-in-law were busy, and half-turning to go.

"No matter," Thomas Ingolfsson said. "Just amusin' ourselves.
Settle in, if yo' were lookin' fo' us."

"Was at that," Eric said. Rahksan emerged dripping from the
pool to take his robe; he looked her over with reminiscent
pleasure. Still a fine figure of a wench, he thought, remembering
times on the ancestral von Shrakenberg estate in southern
Africa. She gave him a pouring smile and folded the cloth by the
pool's curb, the Tolgren 10mm neatly on top.

"Ahh, that feels good," he said as he sank in across from the
pair. The cool water seemed to wash more than his skin, relaxing
tensions he had not known were there. He ducked his head under
and threw the wet hair back from his forehead. "Good to slow
down fo' a while, too," he continued, lying back against the
glass-smooth marble and sliding down on the underwater shelf
that acted as a seat.

"No more news about Sofie?" Johanna said, taking up her