...The right kind of gloves would have stopped the hormones from seeping into her pores. Sella wasn’t wearing any gloves, never mind the right kind. The jolt the frog urine gave her nearly brought her to her knees. And a female Feptren didn’t get a smidgen of the dose a male would get.

She stepped forward to shove the bullfrog back into the Turillican’s open grasp and stooped down to wipe her hands on his caftan like he had earlier.

He moaned and staggered backward.

“What’s a little more frog piss? We’re going to be drowning in it before we reach Feptren. I’m Sella, in case you wanted to have a name to scream while we...” She couldn’t say the words. After the equivalent of almost thirty Earth years, she was going to have sex...for the first time. It was the right thing to do. Something she’d wanted desperately. It wasn’t just the damned frogs making it so easy for her. It isn’t!

“Sella,” he repeated and shucked the caftan over his head in one easy pull.