"That's my little fox," Pritchett said indulgently. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." He was at his full size now, solid and delightful, his gentle movements arousing her more slowly than she'd have believed possible after her recent experiences. "And you feel so good …"
"Slow and easy this time, hmm? I think so, too." Pritchett smiled, kissing her, caressing her breasts. His little fox—their Joanie—was something special, all right. Even if other women had shared her new endowments, he didn't know of any who'd have been either willing or able to delight a group of men the way she had two nights running. It was too bad she didn't love her Enforcement partners the way they did her—she must think they came to her only for the sex, which was laughable. That you could get anywhere, with the right money. But she was still willing—hell, eager!—to have them.
Their lovemaking was unhurried and thorough, different from any she'd had since her surgery, but Cortin enjoyed it just as much. When they were done, they bathed and dressed—to Cortin's amusement, Pritchett had a complete set of clothing in her room; she'd have to make sure the rest did, too—then they went to the common-room with Pritchett happily carrying the still-full sedative injector.
The only one there was Powell, who smiled when he saw the injector. "It went all right, then—great! The rest of us have all been to Mass and had breakfast, and they're getting settled in. What do you want me to do?"
Cortin didn't know enough about his conditioning to give a good answer, so she said, "You tell me. You need debriefed by an expert, of course, but since you joined us have you had any gear issued, or been paid, or taken care of personal matters?" She saw a puzzled expression, remembered, and added, "Oh, by the way—welcome to Team Azrael."
He looked dazed for a moment, then his expression cleared. "I was working for you the whole time, then—thank you! About the other, though—no, none of it."
"Um." She thought for a moment, then went to a phone and dialed Bradford's number.
"Colonel Bradford's office, Corporal Callahan speaking, sir."
"This is Colonel Cortin. I'd like to speak with Colonel Bradford, please, if he's available."