Cross Culture

A couple of weeks pass and we seem to be making headway on the research. The sexual tension has been building between Galen and I and am hard pressed to do something about it. He seems incredibly shy but there is a lot of flirting and innuendo going back and forth between us. I find myself having recurring dreams about him and every time we seem to reach that overwhelming orgasmic precipice, something wakes me from my slumber. It is unbelievably frustrating. I don’t know how much more I can take as I’m having to finish what was started in my dream-on my own and in the shower. I’m eating lunch at my desk and have a little down time, so I decide to do a little background check on dolphin shifters. I scroll down and I find something about shifter sexuality and etiquette. I’m getting turned on just reading about it-and things are starting to make sense. The site seems pretty reputable, so I read on. I was right about their eyes constricting into slits when they are aroused. Wow! Galen is attracted to me? I also read that older males can hide their arousal and can control the pupil easier than men younger than the age of forty. Apparently they constrict because the other person emits an aura that is so bright, the pupil has to limit the amount of light entering the eye. It’s kind of like a subconscious thing, like human pheromones. Certain auras affect some shifters like a chemical reaction. Must mean we’re compatible? The thought is enticing. Unlike our society, Cetoceania is matriarchal and females have been in power and are revered because they are the ones who give birth. There are only about 100,000 dolphin shifters left, and even less seal, otter, and orca shifters. I skip the boring stuff and scroll down some more. One section reads something about male shifter’s tongues and the ability to bring a female to orgasm internally, but it doesn’t describe the process in any detail…hmmm…I have to tell Carly about that one. Suddenly there’s a knock at my door and I practically jump out of my chair. I feel like a kid cruising the internet for porn and just got busted. I quickly minimize the window and answer for whomever to come in. “Deli, I have some interesting news.” Calvin approaches the desk and sits in the chair in front of it. “The Cetocean government has contacted me and they state that they are happy with the progress of the research being conducted here. Galen is required to report in weekly and update the council members of our progress. They informed me that we are having a summit meeting with the leading laboratories in the world working on the RTF. The summit meeting is going to be in Orlando, of all places.” “When is the summit?” I ask, hoping he doesn’t glance at my minimized window on the laptop. “A week from tomorrow. Scientists, politicians, and lab personnel from all over our world and their families will be attending. The Prime Minister herself will be making an appearance at the end of the summit. We will be staying at the Grand Cypress. Apparently some wanted it near Disney so families could attend. The Grand Cypress also has the largest salt water pool in Orlando, so the shifters can have some down time.” As reserved as Calvin was, I could hear the excitement in his voice. The man has never taken a vacation as long as I’ve known him and as hard as he works, this is about as close to a vacation as he’ll ever get.