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Abby's only here for another three
days, and she's no John Smith, to be arrogant enough to think that she could
offer Pocahontas a 'better life' in her first world city, to be entitled enough
to think that Ixazaluoh would want to come home with
her like a living souvenir. Abby knows that she'd love Ixazaluoh regardless, but what would the people around them say?
    That Abby got played for her green card. Or
that Ixazaluoh got tricked by a gringo.
    Either way, nothing
generous.
    So no, Abby is not allowed to fall in love
with Ixazaluoh .
    The revelations are coming fast and loose
today ,
Abby thinks. Maybe Vanessa was right and I just need to get laid and stop
thinking myself into knots all the time.  She'll be pleased to hear it
when I get home, the lovely tart.
    And then the fear strikes her, hard and
honest, and terribly, depressingly familiar. Oh, god, how am I going to feed
my cat? Pay my rent? I can't just quit.
    Suddenly filled with chill realism, her
bravery shattered like ice, Abby quietly goes to the ensuite .
She washes her hands and her hairbrush, cleans herself up, and climbs into her
serviceable cotton nightie. She makes sure she hasn't left any stains on her
dress and hangs it up on the railing on the balcony so the smell of sex will be
cleared from the fabric by the morning dew.
    Cowed by her own fear, Abby sits at her
laptop and diligently taps out two thousand words worth of praise for the Riviera Luxuria and emails it off to her editor. She
answers three Dear Abby s ,
and sends the column to the magazine, and then shuts her computer down and goes
to bed.
    It takes counting backwards from one hundred
three times for Abby to fall asleep.
     
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    There's a knock on the door just before dawn.
When Abby looks through the peephole, it's Ixazaluoh ,
holding a stack of towels that Abby didn't call the front desk for.
    For a moment, Abby is torn. Ixazaluoh makes her think things she shouldn't. And then
she thinks, fuck. Why the fuck not? Why can't I have this if I want it? It's
clear that she does! And it's only for a few more days.
    She flicks open the locks and wrenches open
the door. Ixazaluoh parts the stack of towels with
one hand and shows off a glass bottle of what Abby can only guess is a liquor . It is whitish and cloudy. Silently, Ixazaluoh takes a step over the threshold, and sets the
towels down on the credenza just inside the hallway.
    She doesn't ask if she can come in, she just
pushes Abby against the door frame and bites her mouth. Abby squeals. Ixazaluoh's teeth actually draw blood and she licks it off
Abby's lip. "What a lovely offering," she says.
    The cut stings, but Abby mashes her lips back
against her lover's and draws her into the room, locking the door behind her.
 Determined to show Ixazaluoh how much she wants
her in return, Abby herds her towards the bed. Ixazaluoh's knees hit the edge and she sits hard, drawing Abby down with her. Abby devours
her mouth, wet and warm and wonderful, until both of them are panting like
racehorses, chests crushed together and riding each other's thighs.
    "Off, off," Abby demands, pulling
at the buttons that are keeping her hands from Ixazaluoh's beautiful, hot skin.
    "Patience," Ixazaluoh says, and before Abby can get her bearings, has rolled them over so she is
straddling Abby's pelvis. "A drink, first."
    Ixazaluoh rolls off Abby and
fetches two water glasses from the ensuite . She
somehow manages to lose her shirt and shorts between the bathroom and the bed,
but Abby isn't complaining. Ixazaluoh is wearing dark
blue lace and it makes her dusky skin shine gold in the soft light of the
sunrise that is splashing in through the windows. She also fetches the small
glass bottle from the credenza.
    Abby wiggles out of her nightdress and props
a pillow behind her head. When Ixazaluoh comes back
to the bed and finds her totally nude, she smiles. It is the more smile,
the smile with something else underneath it, and it makes Abby's toes curl.
    "So eager,"