Book Five: Chapter 9

Over the winter, Amymone had lost all of her hair and curled up at the base of her tree to rest. Her long, green locks had returned in the last couple of weeks, locks which would undoubtedly turn a golden brown with the fall.

Mike put himself between the women, his hands held up in surrender.

“Naia, if Amymone isn’t interested, then we need to respect that. Amymone, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Now, if you’d like to watch me spank your sister for being a snitch, I think we could arrange something.” Though his relationship with many of the others had become carnal over time, he had always made clear that sex wasn’t a prerequisite for staying in the home. “Is there some other way we can help you out?”

Amymone turned away from Mike, her hair covering her face.

“Don’t pout,” Naia told her. “You were the one who got everyone excited for the equinox, you didn’t even have to do it this way.”

“Oh?” This was news to Mike, and he turned toward Naia.