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stand?”
    “Um…let’s go up to my room. It’s a little bit more private.”
    “Agreed.”
    Blue preceded her to the door and held it open for her but he
walked by her side down the corridor and up the stairs to the fourth floor.
Cally watched him out of the corners of her eyes. He moved silently, as he
always had. He was taller and bigger than she was, over six feet tall, and in
the broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped shape of a strong, muscular man. Though his
blue skin was smooth, without bulges for muscles, she knew how powerful he was.
She’d seen him shoveling the driveway this morning.
    Blue said nothing as they walked. She supposed he thought
chatter was unnecessary. They had discussed what they were going to do and now
they were going to do it. It was utterly different from how this walk to her
bedroom would be with one of her human lovers—there was no attempt at
seduction, no macho posturing, no dirty talk about how he was going to rock her
world. No waffling about love or commitment.
    Instead there was a silent purposefulness, a
single-mindedness. To Cally, it felt even sexier. She wondered if he was
already calculating his movements, planning what would give her the most
pleasure.
    She shivered.
    “You are cold?” Blue asked her immediately.
    “I’m horny.”
    “It is a psychological state as well as a physical one?”
    “Definitely.” They reached the top of the house and Cally
paused outside the door of her room. “Blue, you say you can think and choose.
Can you feel emotions?”
    Blue paused too. “It is difficult to answer your question
with any certainty. I have been attempting to learn precisely what emotions
consist of but although I have found countless references to them, there is
little objective description. If one has never felt something before, nor known
indeed that such things even existed, it is problematic to identify whether
what one may experience is emotion or not.”
    “I think I understood that.”
    “Perhaps you can explain it to me in a satisfactory way.
What do you think emotions are, Cally?”
    “They’re—they’re—” She closed her eyes and said the first
thing that popped into her mind. “They’re things you can’t control.”
    Blue didn’t answer right away, long enough so she opened her
eyes again to see if there was anything wrong.
    “If you are correct,” he said at last, “then perhaps I do
experience them.” He reached past her and opened her door. “After you, Cally.”
    Cally went into her room, trying to figure out why she’d
asked that question in particular. It was all part of trying to work out what
she was dealing with here, she decided. Was Blue a man or a machine? Not that
it would matter when it came to getting multiple orgasms off him. But it would
help her to know how to talk to him.
    Blue closed the door behind them. Cally should be tossing
off her clothes now but she paused again. “So how did you learn what you do
know about sex then? I can’t imagine Ilsa taught you about it.”
    “I have researched the topic.”
    “In books? On the internet?”
    Blue still didn’t make any movement toward her. He stood
near the door. He could have been a talking piece of furniture.
    He was still a very big presence in the room.
    “Yes, in books and online,” he said at last. “But I must
confess my research was precipitated by observing you.”
    “Me?”
    He paused again. “I hesitate to mention it. I believe it may
offend your ideas of privacy.”
    Cally sat on the bed. Blue was actually uncomfortable. Now
this really made her curious. “Tell me,” she said.
    “It was at approximately two a.m. on the morning of
September 3 this year,” Blue said. “The evening was unseasonably warm, ranging
between 73 and 68 degrees Fahrenheit, which in Celsius is—”
    “Stop stalling, Blue. Come out with it.”
    “I was observing the full moon. It appeared unusually large
that evening due to the declension of—”
    “Blue.”
    At last, he