"I am sorry," Terillia said, suddenly looking a bit bashful. "I didn't want to disturb you. You are especially pretty when you are reading," she added somewhat abruptly.

'Good God, she's . . . is she coming on to me?' Vicky thought. "Thank you. Aren't you a bit . . . cold?"

Terillia looked at her flimsy garments. She had been under the impression that these particular bits of clothing were seen as enticing in the human world. "I was wondering . . . what you said earlier . . . Do you really find me attractive?" the girl asked.

Vicky sensed a lump in her throat the size of...