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well.
    He pulled her up gently from the table, and then untied her hands. Sliding his hands to her waist, he turned her to face him.
    "What's your name?” She rubbed her wrists. She looked weak.
    "Ryja. And yours?"
    "Amber."
    He caught her as Amber fainted. Ryja picked her up and carried the Earth woman to his bedroom. Easing her upon the bedspread, he pulled back the covers and then settled her under the sheets. Sitting on the edge, he stroked through her midnight hair. It was silky and he found himself lulled into a peaceful state.
    Ryja should have waited one day before initiating sex with her, but Amber was just too tempting. Unfortunately, there were some species of humanoid that were drained by beaming aboard a spaceship, and he'd never brought an Earthling aboard before. Amber would suffer no harm, other than being very tired for a day. A good night's sleep and she would be normal.
    He smiled as he gazed upon his new lover. She was a beauty. Her skin was pale, different from the golden tones of his people. It was baby soft to the touch, and looked as soft too.
    Her eyelids were down in sleep, fringed by long, thick black lashes. He would never forget the astounding light green shade of her eyes. He stroked her lower lip. Dark pink. Very lovely. Her lips were not large, but just right in his estimation. They had been exquisite for kissing, and her expertise with her mouth and tongue only added to their appeal.
    One hand strayed down the sheets, caressing her waist. Her body excited him, just
    the memory made him hard again. She was tall, about six inches shorter than him, while her physique was slender. Though slim, her buttocks were cute little round curves, and her breasts were full.
    Not over big, but enough to fill his large hands, while their shape was pert, almost pointed. Best of all, they were real. He had studied about Earth women's penchant for increasing their breast size.
    Implants. Ryja shook his head. If women of any Federation planet wished to make their breasts bigger, it was done by gene manipulation. It would be many years before Earth abandoned their barbaric methods.
    Xorta III really did a great job this time. His computer with psychic powers served several purposes, one being connecting with his translator so he understood language nuances no matter what planet he was on. The other main purpose for owning such an expensive machine, was the ability to search a planet he was visiting, and find him the perfect partner for the adventure.
    It was no fun watching a historical event unfold if you couldn't discuss the ramification of certain actions. For example, if dinosaurs had not been wiped out, how would Earth's creatures have evolved? Or if the South had won the Civil War, what would America be like now?
    On a simpler note, the joy of watching a spectacular sunset was diminished if you experienced it alone. Sure, it was just as beautiful, but there was something about sharing it that moved it into memorable. Many such ordinary events were more enjoyable when shared with someone. Someone special.
    Each planet offered a multitude of beauties to choose from. But his partner needed more than looks to be chosen by Xorta III . The computer knew all the particulars—must love history and be willing to explore it by jumping back through time, be physically active, have an intellectually inquisitive mind, and a sense of humor. Last, she must have a sensual nature, one that embraced sex with enthusiasm.
    So far, Amber had proved to be on the A list when it came to looks and a sensual nature. Only time would tell if she met his other requirements.
    Xorta III had not steered him wrong once in his many travels. He kept the chosen female with him the whole trip, reveling in making love, interesting conversations, and a partner who loved exploring history as much as he did.
    He smiled, wondering what Amber would think of his computer when he introduced her.
    Amber stretched and rolled to her side. The other half