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the residue coating your skin."
    An involuntary shudder went through her. "Deep, I'm freezing here! Turn the hot water back on!"
    "You cannot freeze, Lawn," the ship chided her. "For one thing, your body temperature is hovering around ninety-nine degrees. For another, I cannot allow anything harmful to happen to you—"
    "Fuck you, Deep! Give me some hot water!"
    There was a pause. Gradually, she felt the water grow warmer. Not back to the original setting she'd had it, but at 34

     

    least it wasn't no damn fifty degrees. She hurried to finish, in case the ship changed its mind. Lawn slapped the palm-sized plate above the spray nozzles, and the jets went from squirting water to blowing warm air. She was dried off in under a minute, her hair included.
    When she stepped out of the stall, her eyes immediately went to the mirror above the dinky sink. To her surprise, Deep's image was staring back at her. If she didn't know any better, he looked hurt. She opened her mouth to make a comment about his expression when she noticed his eyes gliding down her body in a slow perusal. The effect on her body took her aback. A nice hot bubble of lust burst between her legs, leaving her tingly and unfulfilled. Its hard edginess twisted in her womb, and sexual desire sizzled brightly, mixing with her blood in her veins. For a moment Lawn wondered if she might be able to slide back into bed and masturbate herself into a reasonable state of satisfaction.
    There was no way she could avoid the fact that Deep's holographic image was the sexiest thing she had seen in a very long time.
    Lawn ran a brush through her hair before pulling it tightly behind her head into a braid. She'd had to undergo God knows how many psych evaluations before and after being accepted into the Vogt program. But the one thing she'd protected in the farthest corners of her mind was the face of her dream. The face of the man she had created one night not too many months ago, and found herself falling irrevocably and inexplicably in love with. An imaginary man of 35

     

    her own making, and one she'd lost all common sense for, as well as her heart.
    Lawn couldn't explain why she'd protected that dream from the scientists and specialists. But despite her efforts, her cautionary tactics proved futile. Seeing Deep's reflection for the first time had been shocking. Having her dream come to holographic life had proven that the doctors had still been able to dig out every last mnemonic morsel from her brain.
    Every last wish, every erotic dream—there was absolutely nothing she could hide from them. She accepted that now.
    But she wasn't on Earth any longer. Neither was she being subjected to the mental probings she was required to undergo as part of her training regime. Which meant the Bureau could no longer delve into her mind. They could no longer know what she was feeling or thinking. She was free for the first time in years to be herself. To think and react without worrying about reprisals.
    It was one of the rewards of being chosen for the Vogt program. One of the many perks she was allowed as compensation for the two years of her life she was giving up to the program. Two years that were almost like being in solitary confinement, but with a lot more danger.
    Which left more questions hanging open and unanswered.
    Given that she was now allowed to be mentally free, would she also be able to be physically free onboard? Not so much physically, such as having free rein to go where she pleased when she pleased, but to also be sexually free? After all, it was just her and nobody else. If she felt like she needed a 36

     

    quickie, what was to stop her from delving into her personal belongings for the vibrator?
    Hell, Deep may be a sentient ship, but he wasn't human.
    Surely some scientist somewhere must have programmed sex into its brain so he could understand, should he question her actions.
    Lawn was suddenly seized with a wild, unreasonable desire to throw her arms open