The thing is, and Sasha still has no idea how to bring this up with Tim, she's not really that into sex -- or at least not sex that involves someone else touching her body. Yes, there's an element of interest in not knowing exactly how the other person will touch her clit or thrust inside her or stroke her side or pinch her nipple or whatever other act may or may not be on the table, but honestly, she can manage the physical stimulation fine on her own, and being tangled up so close makes it hard to see. Physical stimulation is only half the story, after all -- the brain is the biggest sex organ in the body, as the saying goes -- and she needs mental stimulation to properly get going.

So yes, she had sex with Tim and it was all right. She likes Tim a lot. He's good with his hands, he's very appealing to look at, and he's fun to listen to. But she doesn't want to have sex with him again. She wants to watch him have sex with someone else while she sits on a sofa with a vibe and some lube and gets herself off.

And that is an awkward and scary conversation to have with anyone, let alone somebody you have to face at work five days a week, so she's been putting it off and putting it off and putting it off some more.

As she flees into Artefact Storage, Sasha thinks that when this catastrophe is over, she's going to tell him and damn the consequences. After all, what could possibly be worse than almost getting eaten alive by supernatural worms?