"Persei 17 to you. I said I was going to take you home to meet my folks, didn't I?" "In other words, you're kidnapping me." She shook her head vehemently. "I most certainly am not! Neither according to interstellar law or your own. When you compromised me, you made yourself liable in the eyes of both." "But why pick on me? There must be plenty of men on _Fieu Dayol_. Why don't you marry one of them?" "For two reasons: one, you're the particular man who compromised me. Two, there are _not_ plenty of men on _Fieu Dayol_. Our race is identical to yours in everything except population-balance between the sexes. At periodic intervals the women on _Fieu Dayol_ so greatly outnumber the men that those of us who are temperamentally and emotionally unfitted to become spinsters have to look for _wotnids_--or mates--on other worlds. It's quite legal and quite respectable. As a matter of fact, we even have schools specializing in alien cultures to expedite our activities. Our biggest problem is the Interstellar statute forbidding us the use of local communications services and forbidding us to appear in public places. It was devised to facilitate the prosecution of interstellar black marketeers, but we're subject to it, too, and have to contrive communications systems of our own." "But why were all the messages addressed to you?" "They weren't messages. They were requisitions. I'm the ship's stock girl." * * * * * April fields stretched darkly away on either side of the highway. Presently she turned down a rutted road between two of them and they bounced and swayed back to a black blur of trees. "Here we are," she said. Gradually he made out the sphere. It blended so flawlessly with its background that he wouldn't have been able to see it at all if he hadn't been informed of its existence. A gangplank sloped down from an open lock and came to rest just within the fringe of the trees. Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down the rutted road. "Jilka," Kay said. "I wonder if she got him." Apparently she had. At least there was a man with her--a rather woebegone, wilted creature who didn't even look up as they passed. Quidley watched them ascend the gangplank, the man in the lead, and disappear into the ship. "Next," Kay said. Quidley shook his head. "You're not taking _me_ to another planet!" She opened her purse and pulled out a small metallic object "A little while ago you asked me what a _snoll doper_ was," she said. "Unfortunately interstellar law severely limits us in our choice of marriageable males, and we can take only those who refuse to conform to the sexual mores of their own societies." She did something to the object that caused it to extend itself into a long, tubular affair. "_This_ is a _snoll doper_." She prodded his ribs. "March," she said. He marched. Halfway up the plank he glanced back over his shoulder for a better look at the object pressed against his back.