Page 43 of The Mentor
I frowned when I saw how Kya’s hands were shaking. “Okay, I’ll admit that you’ve made some compromises.” I waited for her to calm down a little before I spoke again. “But I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal for Willow to cover up a bit.”
“It’s a big deal because we’re doing this experiment in the hope that one day Nmen and Motlanders can live side-by-side, right?”
I nodded.
“And what makes you think that women in the Motherlands are going to cover themselves so that you guys can concentrate better?” She lifted her eyebrows. “We are conditioning these ten Nboys to cross the border and represent all men of the Northlands. That means we want them to get used to seeing girls and women. It’s the only way for them to learn how to control their thoughts, and more importantly their behavior.”
“All right, you have a point, but if you can’t see what’s going on between Willow and Solo than you’re as blind as a mole.”
“What’s a mole?” she asked but turned around and walked again. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
“It’s an animal that is blind and lives under ground; you probably don’t have them where you live, but here we–”
She cut me off. “I don’t care.”
“But what are we going to do about Willow and Solo?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
I jogged up in front of her. “I don’t think you understand how serious the situation is.”
“Then enlighten me.”
“If Solo touches Willow, he could face a death sentence,” I said firmly.
“Define touch,” she said dryly. “The kids massage each other, which means they touch each other every day.”
“I know, but I mean if he touches her in an inappropriate way.”
“Define inappropriate.”
I was losing my patience. “Come on, Kya, you know what I fucking mean.”
“Do you mean if he spanks her?” she said sardonically. “Or do you mean if he kisses her?”
I groaned but didn’t get a chance to respond before she continued.
“Why do I have a feeling that this conversation isn’t about Willow and Solo at all?”
Rolling my eyes, I gave a snarky reply. “I’m not in love with you if that’s what you’re implying.”
“That’s good; then you will have no problem concentrating.”
“I never said that I did.”
We were almost at the school, and I spotted Magni outside walking on his hands.
“Put on a shirt,” I sneered at him when I passed him.
The large man jumped to his feet and dusted off his hands. His face was red, telling me that he had been walking on his hands for some time. It was a common exercise to build upper-body strength and balance.
“What’s your problem?” he asked and picked up a flask of water.
“It’s not you,” Kya told Magni and pointed to his naked and ridiculously ripped torso “It’s just that Archer has a hard time concentrating when people aren’t covered up.”
Magni gave me a curious look. “What is she talking about?”
“Sheis standing right here and can answer for herself,” Kya said with annoyance. “And what we are discussing is the fact that Archer thinks Solo and the other boys can’t concentrate because Willow is a beautiful girl.”
