She stared at my arms. “You… You’re truly ooloi?” “Yes.” She shook her head. “No wonder I had dreams about you last night.” “Oh? Did you like them?” “Of course I liked them. I liked you. And I shouldn’t have. You look too male. Nothing male should have been appealing to me last night—after what those bastards did to me. Nothing male should be appealing to me for a long, long time.”
