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it… where…is…it…YES!”  Jumping to her feet, she squealed, fastening the device to her wrist… yes…yes…yes…yes…yes!  Thank God, I thought I…  “ TARZAN!”
     
    Erol stood silently and watched. 
    He’d known the minute she had stepped in the clearing.  Her scent preceded her.  His hands filled with vesi fruit, he watched her creep cautiously towards the fire.  Inhaling deeply, he was reminded of the softly citrus tangeli fruit, but mixed with something more exotic, more raw.   
    For the first time, he noticed the thick plait that trailed down her back.  It must’ve been coiled and anchored to her head somehow.  Now it rested down the center of her spine, almost brushing the deep curve above her rounded behind.  He wondered how it would feel to run his hands through its freed mass.  The dark chocolaty-black tone matching the delicate brows and thick lashes that framed her eyes.  His body hardened as he imagined how it would feel to have those thick locks gripped tightly as he mounted her…filled her. 
    He strode quietly towards her as she carelessly strewed the contents of his borża around her.  He didn’t mind if she looked, he carried only a Sikkina with him when he traveled , and no other weapon.  The sharpened knife could be used for both hunting and defense, and was gifted once a male reached his maturity, he received it as a gift of the bloodline.  The Sikkina was worn in a skin made from the hide of the Ġilda strapped to the upper arm or outer thigh.  The borża was used only to carry food and supplies when he traveled.  There was nothing she could use for harm. 
    He stepped back as she suddenly jumped to her feet with a soft squeal.
    Checking the ground, he looked for brimba or nemel bugs, which nested in cooler areas, and while they were not usually poisonous, they stung when they bit and left small burning welts behind. Perhaps she had been stung.
    “(Are you injured?)”   He continued to scan the ground around them.
    Dropping the fruit, he gently grabbed her wrist to lift her arm above her head.  The brimba favored the warmer area under the arm.  Seeing nothing, he repeated the exam on the other side.  “(Female ... are you injured?)”   He gently shook the arm he held.
     
     
    Where did he just come from?
    One minute she was alone, and the next he stood towering over her.  Again, she noticed how beautiful his eyes were.  They slanted like hers, but where hers would be described as erotic, his gave him what could only be described as a ‘predatory’ gaze.  Now they narrowed in concern as he continued to scan her neck, arms, and shoulders.
    “(Female ... are you injured?)”
    Leo activated the record sensor to begin translating the phonetic code.  It would take a few seconds, but then she’d be able to speak the native language as if born to it.  Two low beeps indicated the upload was complete.  Now she should be able to communicate with a minimal of confusion.
    “Stop shaking me, Tarzan.”  Roughly, she yanked her arm out of his grasp.  “You stole my stuff!”
    Erol’s spine tingled to hear her speak his tongue.  Her voice was still rough from swelling and disuse, but the low rumble of it went straight to his gut.                                          “I didn’t steal your…um…’‘stuff’ as you call it.”  He frowned at the accusation. 
    “How is it that you speak my tongue?” he asked.
    “Translation Unit.”  She answered absently.  “Well what do you call it when you take things that don’t belong to you?  On my planet it called stealing!” 
    Leo took a step back.  She didn’t want his hands on her.  Unreasonably, his nearness caused her body to tingle, and when he’d grabbed her, it was like being hit by lightning… her heart began to race.
    Dropping to his knees, he jerked the bottom of her flight pants up to examine her legs.
    “What are you doing?  Let go!” she