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I spoke to Jinx about payment. I could almost hear the numbers clicking
over in his skull. Finally he said, "Senator, I tell you what. Those suits that
came in your heap-not worth much. But there's some salvage in the helmets and in
some of the metal fittings. Send my three suits back to me in the shape in which
you got 'em and we'll call it even. If you think it is."
I certainly thought it was. Those Michelin suits had been okay-twenty years
ago. To me, today, they were worth nothing.
It left just one problem-Tree-San.
I had thought that I was going to have to be firm with my bride-an
intention not always feasible. But I learned that, while Jinx and I had been
working out what to do about pressure suits, Gwen had been working out what to
do about Tree-San ... with Ace.
I have no reason to think Gwen seduced Ace. But I'm sure Eloise thought so.
However, Loonies have had their own customs about sex since back in the days
when men outnumbered women six to one-by Lunar customs all options in sexual
matters are vested in women, none in men. Eloise did not seem angry, just
amused-which made it none of my business.
As may be. Ace produced a silicone rubber balloon with a slit through which
he inserted Tree-San, pot and all, then heat-sealed it-with an attachment for a
one-liter air bottle. There was no charge, even for the bottle. I offered to
pay, but Ace just grinned at Gwen and shook his head
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