Her eyes had a soft and dreamy look about them. Lower, below her face, he could saw other indications of the constructs arousal even beneath her luxurious clothing. “Where’d you get clothes like that?” Dexter asked. She’d always dressed very nice. Immaculate, even, aside from when some physical confrontation inevitably ended with her being displayed scandalously as her clothing was ripped in part or in whole around her. “Trilliana and I have been—” Dexter held up his hand. Trilliana reminded him a free spirited version of Jenna back when he’d first invited her to sail on the Voidhawk. If that was possible. He shook his head and looked at his wife. She looked fit to burst with laughter. “You’re very beautiful, Keshira. I think that’s what our Captain means to say,” Jenna said. “But he’s also very shy. I’m trying to get him to loosen up, but I don’t want you to be distressed.
