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"Great. Think I'm gonna need time to process that before I can start figuring it out." The shonari groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. "Something else to prevent me from sleeping at night."

"I know the feeling," Otto said. "Been having trouble sleeping for the past several years, though it's not as frequent as it used to be."

"Too much coffee?" Flynn chuckled, apparently seizing the opportunity to steer the subject toward something less disturbing. "That always does it for me."

"There's no such thing as too much coffee." Otto grinned, then he shrugged. "At first I thought I was just plagued with nightmares, but they started feeling like actual events that I was remembering. Weird shit, like being chased by something on another planet or being trapped on a spaceship that was exploding around me. I thought I was losing my mind until more weirdness started happening while I was wide awake."

"Such as?" Muzzy leaned forward and arched a brow.

"Well, we were in the headquarters of the agency some of our friends worked at and were caught in the middle when the place was attacked. A guy shot at me and … I'm still not sure how I did it, but the bullets phased through my body."

"So did his clothes." Shakira snickered.

"Yeah, whatever I did was apparently a reflex, and it caused the bullets and my clothes to pass through my body. I've been able to do it a few times since then, and I seem to be able to pass through anything solid. Haven't been able to do it selectively -- staying in my clothes while letting other stuff pass through me, for instance. If I run at a wall and phase through it, my clothes will bunch up against the wall and then drop to the floor." He shrugged again and then laughed. "Shakira couldn't take her eyes off me the first few times."

"Well, it was a shock." She tried to hold in a laugh. "Not that I have any complaints about the sight. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing at first."

"Luckily for me, you keep wanting to see more of it."

"Well, sure, once we … well …"

A guy on the far side of the room grumbled something that sounded like, "Disgusting."

Otto speared him with a glare. "Something you want to share with the rest of us, asshole?"

"You need to learn to respect your elders, boy."

"I respect the ones who earn it. You haven't."

"I don't need the respect of a child who takes a fat nigger into his bed and openly admits it."

Several people around the room fell silent and gaped at him. Shakira stared at him for several seconds before clamping her mouth shut and clenching her fists. Otto glared at him and rose slowly to his feet.

Muzzy raised a hand and muttered, "Whoa, easy there. Let's not get carried away."

"What did you call my girlfriend?" Otto practically growled at the man.

"You heard me."

Kamala exchanged a quick, wide-eyed glance with Roger.

Uh-oh.

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"He's not worth it, Otto," Shakira whispered. She took a few seconds to relax her hands and pressed her palms on the table to prevent them from clenching again. "He must be from the 1950s or thereabouts. He hasn't caught up with the rest of us."

"He may not be, but you're worth it." Otto flicked a glance at the asshole and then held his hand out to Shakira. "Come here."

She raised an eyebrow and stood. He slipped his arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately. Kamala and half of the crowd grinned, and several of them burst into applause. Kamala turned back to the asshole and almost recoiled at the rage on his face.

When Otto and Shakira came up for air, he nodded at the guy and said, "Maybe we should tie him to a chair, prop his eyes open Clockwork Orange-style, and have sex in front of him. Y'know, just to torture him."

Shakira burst out laughing and Muzzy nodded emphatically.

"I wouldn't mind seeing that!"

Flynn raised a hand and added, "Ditto."

"Eh, sorry, but we're gonna keep it in our bedroom."

"Dammit." Flynn sighed and then shrugged.

"Worth a try," Muzzy said.

Otto kissed Shakira again and they returned to their seats. He fired off another shit-eating grin and said, "Maybe we should describe a few of our nights together instead. Like, really go into detail. See if we can fuel the fetish for black women he's obviously keeping in the closet."

The man lunged to his feet. "I do not have a --"

"Sure." Shakira chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Maybe we can start with the time I pulled a muscle while we were doin' it."

"Ouch." Kamala motioned at her side. "That happened to me recently. Well, not for the same reason, but yeah. It still hurts."

Shakira nodded and pointed at her left calf. "It felt like the back half of my leg was being torn off. Walked with a limp for several days."

The guy twisted his face up and lowered himself back toward his chair. A shonari seated nearby reached out abruptly as if to yank the chair out from under him. Another swatted his hand away and shook her head but appeared to stifle a laugh at the same time.

"Or how about when we first started doin' it and I couldn't hold my wad very long? Less than a minute. Then I …"

"Oh, no." Shakira laughed, slumped over the table, and thumped her forehead into her crossed arms. "He, uh … produces a lot. Which is another clue that he's not entirely human."

"When I caught my breath I just grinned and kept on fuckin' her. Came in her again a few minutes later. The look of surprise on her face was hilarious." He shrugged. "I didn't let that stop me, though."

"Two more times," Shakira said, her eyes wide in amazement. "The fourth time, all I could do was start laughing and blurt, 'Holy shit!'"

"Of course, by the third time, it was getting a little … uh, sloppy."

The man leaped off his chair again, stormed across the mess hall, and into the corridor. Otto thrust his fists into the air.

"I thought that'd get rid of him."