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parted, but she was unsure of what to say.
    “You don’t get to sleep in my bed until I’m sure you’re not going to try to kill me.”
    Oh.   The accusation made her stomach feel like it dropped a few inches.
    He took off his shoulder mantle.   “I had to prepare for this mission we’re headed to.”   He took off his pants.   Beneath it were tight black underpants.   The silk sheened over his buttocks.   “I’ve done all I can until we get there.   I’ll be able to pay more attention to you tomorrow.”   He climbed onto his bed.
    Once reclining back with his muscular arms propped behind his head, he looked at her.   Monica was still sitting up on the bench facing him.   She wondered if she was supposed to avert her eyes from his chiseled red/purple body.   At least she was able to make eye-contact.
    “Are you managing?” he said.
    She nodded.
    He looked away.   “Don’t talk much, is that it?”
    “Thank you.”
    He eyed her.
    “For getting me out of there.   For letting me…”   She paused to wet her lips.  
    No, she didn ’t talk much.   Talking was a zap of the tr’sark.   Even if she believed he wasn’t going to shock her she still didn’t trust him.  
    Monica cleared her throat.   “Thank you for everything.”
    The smile that formed on his face now was less sinister than before.   He bowed his head in acknowledgment.   Then he rolled so his muscular back was to her.
    “ Gee-shoo. ”
    His Hax-Rah command caused the lights in the room to dull to a faint bluish glow.  
    Monica went back to sleep.  
    In the morning she lolled between sleep and wakefulness a few moments.   She thought she was back on her cot at the slave bunker.   Her blanket was flung off her with a jolt.   She had to get to her workstation.   If she didn ’t make her quota she was going to be—
    The large shouldered robot loomed beside her bed in perfect silence.   It might have been something from her nightmares once, but in her current circumstances it calmed her.  
    Of course—she was no longer in that living hell.   She wanted to be happy, but dread still twisted in her insides.   She couldn ’t shake this.
    She sat up and saw that Javintore ’s bed was empty.  
    “The Mek-lord felt it best that you sleep in, since he knows of the exhaustion you are recovering from.”
    “Oh.”  
    “It’s time for you to take food again.”
    Now a tendril of bliss managed to sweep through her chest.   Yes, food.   Wonderful food.
    The breakfast was more ample than her previous two meals.   Monica was no longer inclined to gorge herself.   She tried to eat the way she had before the invasion, using the pronged utensil provided and chewing leisurely before swallowing.  
    That ’s what I need to do.   Try and find the old Monica.
    “More garments are being created for you.   I will provide them when they are ready.”
    “Thank you.”   That ’s right…the old Monica used to change her clothes every day.  
    Javintore came out of the elevator.   He was wearing a more Earth-like ensemble than before: a close-fitting gray shirt that stretched over his large pectorals and long black pants.  
    “Good.   You’re awake.”   He stepped down the short stairs.   “I had to see to a few things.”
    He came to the table and looked her over.   “Does the food suit you?”
    Monica fidgeted with the utensil.   “It’s amazing.”
    Javintore took the seat across from her.   “Hunger is the greatest seasoning.   It makes no sense to me.   How can you be productive if they don’t feed you enough?”
    She pursed her lips.
    “I’d want to kill us too, if I were you.”
    “If…you feel bad for us, then why do you treat us like that?”
    “I’m not the typical Hax-Rah.”
    She looked.  
    “You’ll come to understand that.”
    Tell me.   She realized he ’d drawn her out of her life’s drama.   For a moment she stopped being a woman recovering from a slave bunker.   Curiosity