>“Cover yourself, I’m not going to touch you.”
>Organa moved slightly to the side, leaned over and grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around herself and the brief costume Jabba had allowed her, and backed up again into the corner of the room that left her farthest away from Fett. “You’re not?”
>Fett shook his head. He sat down in the corner facing hers, moving carefully, and propped his rifle across his knees. “Sex between those not married,” said Fett, “is immoral.”
>“Yeah,” said Organa. “So’s rape.”
>Fett nodded. “So is rape.” He sat in what was, for him, a comfortable silence, watching her. She settled down in the opposite corner, being careful of her covering; Fett approved of her modesty, but it did not prevent him from continuing to look at her. He had never so much as held a woman in his arms, Boba Fett, and the desire for a woman came to him less frequently, with the passage of the years; but in Fett’s mind his chastity made him no less a man, and she was worth looking at, still flushed from her struggles, with her dark hair cascading down over the pale sheet.
Actual honest to god cuckoldry < simping < falling for and marrying an unchaste woman < having no sex and being bitter about it < pumping and dumping scores of bitches < abstaining from sex due to moral reasons.