Only Fools Complain
Time with Mersidda
Mersidda and I again spent some time together that night. I was actually expecting a conversation. From stories I had heard about women, and listening to my sisters talk, there was a line of thought that I somehow knew would erupt. It came after sharing some kissing and petting by the glow of the shell. As we spoke of needing to return to bed, Mersidda asked the question I expected.
“Berair, which of us will you favor should we both ask something of you.”