by Margaret Killjoy I can’t sleep with you, you know that.” Ulian ran a few fingers up Neh-te’s collarbones as he spoke. Her striped sailor’s shirt, already wide-collared, was stretched open to expose her deeply tanned shoulders.     “I know,” Neh-te whispered mournfully, “I remember.”     The bamboo dock beneath them creaked slowly as the waves of low tide [...]