I understand. I suppose I never get in a bundle about sex. For one thing, my mind was connected with about eleven others, and once we hit fifteen, that was rather it. Constant thoughts and images and sensations intruding. One of us got so grumpy about it that he put on a tinfoil helmet.

[She blinks, and then a torrent of giggles.] Oh, she and I both should have guessed. He was terribly good at looking after his crew.