At the time, Pistachio was transporting twelve dignitaries to the planet Cashleen: six officers from the navy’s Diplomatic Corps and six civilian envoys from the Technocracy’s Bureau of Foreign Affairs. Since Tut and I had no immediate duties, we always got assigned to play host for any honored guests who came aboard… but this particular group of VIPs took one look at my face and instantly became self-sufficient. My cheek had the wondrous power to make the mighty say, "No, no, I can do my own laundry."

So I’d had little contact with the diplomats on that flight. I didn’t even know what their mission was. However, Cashleen was the homeworld of the Cashling race — longtime allies of the Technocracy — so I assumed this was just the routine diplomacy that goes on between friendly powers.

The team of envoys certainly didn’t behave as if their trip was important. Instead of preparing for the work ahead, they spent most the voyage getting drunk and trying to seduce the better-looking members of Pistachio’s crew. For the entire week of the flight, Tut never went to bed alone. He told me, "Hey, Mom, everyone loves to lick gold. Did you think it was just on my face?" I consoled myself with the observation that people might be eager to sleep with him once, but nobody did it a second time.

I’d never slept with Tut myself. I’d never slept with anyone. An honest-to-goodness virgin. Not literally, of course — I’d manually ruptured my maidenhead within twenty-four hours of learning what it was… mostly to spite my mother, who’d given me an infuriating lecture on remaining intact. Only afterward did I stop to think: Yes, I’ve done it, but how will my mother know? Any "discovery scenario" I could imagine made me nauseated. Later on, I found that the thought of sex made me nauseated too. How could anyone want to do that with somebody who looked like me? Pity? Depravity? A lust so intense it didn’t give a damn what it fucked? I couldn’t conceive of a single acceptable reason why someone would sleep with me, so I fled every situation where the possibility might arise.