"If this is what ya call a swimmin' lesson then I'd hate ta find out what ya call other things. Still, I'm inclined ta agree, it was...enjoyable."

If Ofelia was actually thinking straight she'd probably want to call herself a woman of loose morals, or something similar to that. Not only was she no longer the virgin she had been when she arrived at the Weyr, but she had gone and slept with two different men without so much as a shred of dignity involved. Sure she'd been told that this would happen many a times by the Weyr Tanners, all of them (at least the females) giggling about how they enjoyed watching the flights and the games that came afterward.

Seeing as Ofelia was certainly less sore than the very first time she'd done this she could see why, as the blanks in her memory only lead her to moments of pleasure that made her skin tingle at the very thought.

"Perhaps though ya could really teach me how ta swim sometime? I'd like a real lesson at least once, if yer still willin' ta teach me an' all."

Ofelia slipped her shorts on first, completely ignoring the fact she needed to put her shirt on right away. Instead she tried to adjust her pants and pull her hair back up, the sand falling about her and making her skin itch.

"Shardin' sand. It gets everywhere."