[She smooths her hands over just once more as a relaxing gesture, and then sits back. Hmmm. HMMMM. But to give him a sense of dignity and to keep things from being too embarrassing, she grabs the blanket and tosses it over him.]

[Now there are two handsome nude men with erections in her shitty little shack, and she isn't allowed to do a damned thing about it. Nor will they. She is reminded once again that life can be so bitterly cruel.]

[Yenh pretends she isn't herself suffering from some arousal, glad she has no dick to betray her in such a way.]

For now. But I insist that I do this for you again another time, Estinien—you've years upon years of tension that cry for undoing. [Some places more urgently than others.]