No one.

Winlay sat in the boiler room for over an hour. She tried to meditate, she tried to pray, she even tried to read the nearly incomprehensible technical manuals that were scattered about the room but mostly she waited. Deep inside she knew she was hoping that Adam would suddenly appear and take her in his arms and make everything OK again.

Again and again her feet took her to the lower section of the boiler room where she and Adam had first held each other. Her reflection in the large spherical boilers was oddly distorted, but no more distorted than the events of the past few days. She was no longer Sister Winlay, the naive village girl with unshakable faith in the Church following her dream to serve the people of Pandora; the reflection she studied in the polished metal was of a golden-skinned and sensual woman that had an undeniable sexuality. The girl she had been just two days ago had barely even kissed anyone, but in this very spot she had done things she thought she’d never do - she had sexually satisfied a man. In spite of Adam’s coldness in the past few days, Winlay was absolutely sure that in this spot she had given Adam what he needed.

The scantily clad woman staring back at Winlay could certainly catch the attention of any man, not that she wanted other men, she would happily spend the rest of her life with Adam learning to please him in every way. But the dark-skinned brunette dressed in revealing tropical clothing was the kind of woman who no man could turn down, not even Adam. Ever since Mika had told her about Adam’s early morning encounter Winlay hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the island woman who slipped into his hut. Adam’s will had broken then; did she have the nerve to tempt him again?

What would Adam do if she woke him in the early morning? Her hands ran across the bare skin of her exposed shoulder imagining it was his hands touching her; she brushed the swell of her breast and immediately felt her sensitive nipple pucker in response. Would Adam give her what she had been aching for since he had turned her down? Xelta she hoped so. Twice yesterday she had teased herself to satisfaction, but it wasn’t enough anymore. Nothing short of Adam’s hard penis pressing into her sex could satisfy her, she knew it was what she needed but could she take matters into her own hand?