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For a time, Dick simply strolled through Paradise Island, feeling the wind push and pull his toga upon his body, the simple feel of it exhilarating. He exchanged greetings with those Amazons he saw, all of whom knew him and had a friendly word, but most of all, he just walked. It was a joy to walk on Themyscira. There was a sense of well-being there. A lay-person would just think it was the blue skies and such, but Dick’s detective mind told him more. There was no trauma here. On the beaches, no bodies had washed up. Arguments had faded without the scars of blows. The ground had never drank blood; the food had never been so little that someone had gone hungry.


Anywhere else on the world, you were only so far from violent. On Themyscira, it felt like you were finally free of it. Cleansed.


He stopped by the hot springs, where the attendants, masters of their art, happily stripped him, submerged him in mineral mud, and then washed him clean inch by inch. Even the lingering scent of his lovemaking with Donna and Kory was gone by the end. Then he was clad in fresh clothes, a new type of chiton to puzzle out. As he left the baths, there was Kory waiting for him.


She’d found a new dress as well, wide swathes of linen crisscrossing her body, the weavers of Themyscira clearly taking pleasure in working their trade on such a tall and robust body. The many straps exposed goodly portions of her skin, but didn’t cross the line from sensuality into eroticism. Except when Kory moved. Nothing on Earth could keep her from looking sexual then.


“Dick,” Kory said formally, “I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine.”


“Any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” Dick replied, equally friendly.


Kory grinned near to bursting with the little joke of pretending they were only associates. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She picked him up and took off, flying him through the air.


“It’s not that long a walk, is it?”


“I wouldn’t want you to get all sweaty after your bath,” Kory quipped.


“I have a feeling I’ll get sweaty either way.”



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