"I found it necessary to provide muscular support for the replacement,"
Chang said. "I attempted to tie the necessary relaxation into the
arousal mechanism, but I am a medic, not a surgeon; I do not know if I
was successful. Should arousal not relax those muscles sufficiently to
permit penetration, you will have to do so consciously."
"I think I can manage that, if I have to. What about climax?"
Chang shrugged, smiling regretfully. "You will have to tell me," she
said. "You are not physiologically equipped for such, yet my studies
tell me it is as much a mental as a physical phenomenon, so I cannot
say you will not experience it."
"That's all I can ask," Cortin said. "I owe you, Sis; what can I do
for you?"
Chang smiled. "You owe me nothing, Captain; restoring your ability to
function is reward enough. And I have news of my own. You are not the
only one to be restored; my prayers have been answered."
Cortin laughed, her apprehension dissolved in the nun's evident
pleasure. "Wonderful! When? Who'd you celebrate it with?"
"Last night. No one as yet, not with a patient under my care and
myself the only available medic."
"In which case it's a good thing I don't need medical care any longer,"
Cortin said with a grin. Then she turned to Odeon. "Where are the
rest, Mike?"
"Tiny's outside playing gardener; the rest are up at the Manor visiting
Prince Edward's security troops. We thought it would be a good idea to
let you check yourself out without a crowd."
"I appreciate the consideration, but my team's not a crowd." Cortin
cocked an eye at him. "Since I know you wouldn't pull rank for a
personal matter, were you the one to stay because we were lovers
before?"
"That did make him the reasonable choice," Chang said equably.
"And Sis has more than a passing interest in Tiny," Odeon said.
"Then I'd suggest she invite him in," Cortin said. "While she
does--any news?"
She meant professional, not personal, Odeon knew; he shook his head.
"Nothing worth mentioning. The Brothers are still laying low, and
aside from confirming what you found out about the Shannons, Ivan says
the Detention Center Inquisitors have been drawing blanks."
"What about the one we brought with us?"
"Dave and Ivan teamed up on him, but unless you count some
entertainment, they didn't get anything useful."
"Blast! Not wishing anyone anything bad, but I'll be glad when this
stalemate breaks."
"You aren't the only one," Odeon agreed emphatically. "Morale's as
good as you could expect, maybe a little better, but everyone's itching
for some action." He made a wry face. "Group therapy can only do so
much, even when you've got a bunch of compatible enthusiasts. Which we
definitely do, even with you out of action."
"Good." Most Enforcement men were heterosexual whenever possible, to
Cortin's gratification, but had no hesitation in enjoying each other
rather than doing without; if they weren't compatible, morale suffered.
"Nobody's getting shorted or exploited?"
"No. Everything's as smooth as we could hope for, and everyone's
looking forward to having you join in."
"I plan to," Cortin said, then turned to Chang, who had come back in
with Pritchett. "Unless you'd recommend otherwise?"
"As I said, you are fully healed," the medic said. "I see no reason to
hesitate, even with our misnamed Tiny."
"Well endowed?" Cortin asked Odeon, grinning. She'd never seen her
communications specialist naked, to her disappointment; in Middletown
he'd used the Elysian Gardens, and here, she'd been unconscious.
"Nicely in proportion, at any rate," Odeon replied with an answering
grin. "And his stamina's nothing to sneeze at, either--he gave me a
ride yesterday evening you wouldn't believe."