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brought to a screeching halt by this apparent non sequitur. But he had long since become accustomed to the concept that the Newcomers were structured radically different from humans. That their points of sensitivity did not always match up.
    And so, unfazed, Sikes took Cathy gently by the arm and lightly ran his lips across the inside of her elbow.
    He wasn’t precisely sure what he expected, but what he got completely surpassed whatever might have occurred to him. Cathy gasped, and her back arched, lifting her buttocks off the couch. Sikes thought, Wow. When these people are sensitive, they’re really sensitive.
    It was incredible. With the other women Sikes had known, it had always been something of a guessing game. Rarely did any of them know so precisely what it was that turned them on. But Cathy not only knew, she was completely wired in to her entire system. And Sikes was about to be an electrician.
    His kisses moved slowly up her arm. He was moving into uncertain territory, so just to play it safe, he kept massaging the crook of her arm with his thumb. It had the desired effect. Sikes didn’t know whether Cathy was aware of what his mouth was doing or not. Ultimately it didn’t matter, because he knew that he was savoring the taste of her, and she was certainly enjoying herself.
    All because of the crook of her arm.
    Boy, one case of tennis elbow for these women and it’s good-bye, sex life, he thought, as his mouth moved over the smoothness of her shoulder.
    He saw the spots that trailed down over the nape of her neck. For a long while, he had secretly wondered about the texture of the Newcomer spots. Whether they felt different from the nonspotted portions of the skin, whether they were in any way distinguishable.
    His lips moved over the uppermost spots on her neck.
    He wasn’t at all prepared for what happened. If he’d thought that Cathy had reacted strongly to his kissing her elbow, that was nothing compared to what happened when his lips brushed her spots.
    She let out a shriek of ecstasy so loud that it nearly deafened him. Her body twitched and writhed spasmodically, and from the way her eyes rolled up in her head, he thought she was going to pass out.
    He drew back, a bit intimidated by the intensity of the reaction. My God, that had been just a light kiss. He had a feeling that if he’d sucked on the things, it might have blown the top of her skull off.
    It was as if what she felt, in addition to filling her with euphoria, had also been the equivalent of a bucket of cold water. Her eyes cleared momentarily, and she placed a hand against his chest. “We . . . we can’t . . .”
    He couldn’t believe it. He was so pumped up he was ready to chew the furniture. He had been woefully wrong earlier—clearly she was hot for him. He knew that he was for her. All of his repressed desire, his fascination, his (admit it now) curiosity, were bubbling over. He had been responsive to what she wanted. So responsive that he thought this creature from the stars was liable to go nova any moment. He wanted to say, What the hell do you want from me? but he got as far as “Wha—?”
    She placed a hand lightly over his mouth. He wasn’t sure whether it was to stop him from talking, or to stop him from kissing her, or just to keep his face at a distance. The passion in her eyes indicated that if his face got close enough to hers, she might tear it off with her teeth. “We’re going too far,” she said.
    She spoke with the air of a guide in those adventure movies where the hero has ventured into the sacred stronghold of some ancient race, and all sorts of booby traps were about to spring if another step was taken. Indiana Sikes, daredevil explorer. Part of him wanted to laugh, and say, Quick! You throw me the idol, I’ll throw you the whip!
    But another part of him was taking matters very seriously and demanded immediate attention. “Cathy, we’re consenting adults,” he said, trying as much as he could to sound