Rdxfgflös!
Wasting no time, Carol drove an old Chevrolet station wagon out of the garage. It was the very same car Harge had had when they’d been dating, or rather when they’d had their first and only date. Belivet sat next to her, Abby and Cantrell settling in the back seat. It had taken some time to get Cantrell to agree to put some clothes on, and when she’d finally succumbed to their wishes she’d been mad as hell for not getting the exact same kind of a beret Belivet was wearing.
Warrior needs head gear as well, she pointed out morosely. Trying to please her alien, Abby even tried to snatch the damn thing off Belivet’s head causing yet another alarm to emanate out of Cantrell’s hypersensitive body. Startled, Carol almost lost the control of the Chevy swerving dangerously close to the shoulders of the road. When she was finally able to breathe normally again she heard Abby gasping fiercely.
“What the hell’s the matter over there?” she asked afraid to know the answer. Abby only grunted something unintelligible in return. Cantrell had somehow pinned her tightly against the seat although it obviously wasn’t the only thing going on at the moment.
It’s the Terezian Groin Grip, Belivet said calmly, something we use to calm our opponents.
Carol glanced curiously at the rear view mirror. I could use some calming down…
Belivet pressed her hand on Carol’s as she was shifting gears. Carol-2015, I know you are worried about Rindy-16, Belivet spoke, but rest assured, we will find her in no time.
But if I’ll start acting all weird, you’ll use the… ahem, grip on me? Carol asked cautiously.
It would most certainly be Cantrell, her being a warrior, Belivet corrected, after all I’m not a soldier clone like her.
Clone? Cantrell’s a clone? Carol’s thought blurted out.
In a way, yes, Belivet specified, it has to do with her physical strength, which demands serial hatching. She paused for a moment before continuing. I was hatched individually.
So you eat spheres and you… come out of spheres? Carol inquired confusedly.
Oh, no, Carol-2015! The mere thought amused Belivet tremendously. I was born in a pod hive on top of the Mount Vulva near the Terezian Thicket.
Of course you were, Carol exhaled as they sped across the desert. She had a nervous tic in her right eye.
Once they made it to the downtown area, she pulled over next to a café she knew Rindy and her friends frequented. Soon she spotted a familiar face, a girl in Rindy’s basketball team. “Hello, Tiffany, is Rindy around?”
The girl in question turned slowly to face Carol. She looked bored and rather reluctant to reply in any way. A young man with a seriously bad complexion fastened his grip on her waist. His IQ is severely lacking, Belivet noted, which made Carol snort. The girl made a quick decision to ignore her altogether.
“Tiffany, I’m talking to you,” Carol said raising her voice, “Where is Rindy?” The girl shrugged her shoulders unwilling to humor her.
Being somewhat impatient by nature, Cantrell pushed her way next to Tiffany and raised her up in the air with her left hand. She’s talking to you. Noticing movement on her right, Cantrell took a hold of the young man’s collar and squeezed it forcefully. You stay put if you know what’s good for you.
It’s those teenage hormones again, occurred to Carol. A part of her was troubled seeing a girl of Rindy’s age held up in air her legs twitching uncontrollably but another part relished the sight. Cantrell is kinda hot… Belivet was moving restlessly behind her… in a purely platonic sort of way, she finished her thought.
“Rindy’s at the mall…” Tiffany managed to squeak painstakingly. Her face was red with both embarrassment and breathlessness.
Is there a place called Coitus Creek nearby? Belivet asked Carol abruptly.
Why, yes… Carol replied remembering both her date with Harge and the karaoke night with Abby.
What a peculiar name, Belivet commented trying to figure out its origin. Her mind was feverishly scanning all its data and Carol knew it would only be a matter of seconds before it would dawn on her.
It’s not on the maps, though… it’s a nickname – folklore, really, Carol transmitted hoping she wouldn’t have to go into any further detail. Why do you ask?
Tiffany-17 can’t stop thinking about it so I assume we’ll find Rindy-16 there. Belivet turned to look at Cantrell. She’s lying. Teach her a lesson.
Cantrell had a devious smile on her lips when she lowered Tiffany down and breathed slowly into her ear. It disturbed Abby immensely. What are you doing to her!? she asked Cantrell suspiciously. The girl seemed a bit woozy at first but came around after a while. She lost all interest in her pimple-faced companion.
Nothing for you to worry about, Cantrell quipped dryly, just some conversion therapy. Abby had absolutely no clue what she was talking about and neither did Carol.
Therapy? Carol looked at Belivet quizzically. She had to know what kind of a price poor Tiffany had just paid for lying.
Let’s just say she won’t ever look at another man the way she used to, Belivet replied smugly.
Did Cantrell make her frigid or something??? Carol gasped horrified.
Oh, I wouldn’t say so… quite the contrary, Belivet assured her, She will find pleasure, tremendous pleasure… just not with men.
“Can I please come with you guys?” Poor Tiffany had her eyes glued on Cantrell’s breasts. For some unfathomable reason the alien in question just happened to straighten her back at the same time.
“NO, YOU CAN’T.” Abby glowered at the hapless girl. She eyed Cantrell furiously as well for she didn’t appreciate her smugness at all.
Enough, Abigail-2015, we will return to the car and resume calibration. You are acting haphazardly. Cantrell shoved Abby inside the station wagon.
I’m way out of line as well, Carol tried her mind wandering off Rindy and focusing on Belivet again.
Carol-2015, we must find Rindy-16 first, remember? Belivet tried to get Carol to concentrate on the most urgent issue at hand.
Rindy, right… Carol was breathing heavily, I’m such a bad mother. Squinting her eyes shut, she was getting more desperate every minute. FUCK, THE COITUS CREEK!!! She hurried behind the wheel ignoring the seriously heavy breathing behind her. “Hang on, Abby!” she yelled pushing pedal to the metal, “The foreplay’s not gonna kill you!” I think…
There were a number of cars over at the Coitus Creek all of them shaking violently from one side to another. The scene was familiar to Carol – and very disturbing. She was on the look out for one car in particular – a rusty pick-up belonging to that heel Tommy Tucker…
Rindy-16 is in the car right at the end of the line, Belivet informed. Her sensors were picking Rindy’s thoughts from a remarkably long distance. She is intoxicated.
Carol got out of the car and sprinted towards the infamous pick-up. “NERINDA AIRD! GET OUT, NOW… AND TOMMY TUCKER, WHATEVER YOU HAVE IN, GET IT OUT NOW AS WELL!” She ripped the car door open and literally pulled her daughter out by her hair. Rindy’s breath reeked of wine coolers. It’s like looking in the mirror, Carol sighed discouraged.
Cantrell, secure Rindy-16, Belivet instructed her Terezian sister. Be gentle.
Cantrell picked Rindy up and carried her over to the car. She laid her down in the back and licked her forehead.
What the fuck was that all about??? Carol demanded to know fearing her daughter had caught something irreversible from Cantrell as well.
The Terezian Tongue Thrust, Number 4, Belivet explained. It will take the pain away and clear her memory of any ill-doing, she continued.
But I WANT her to remember what she’s just done! Carol protested. How am I to scream my lungs out at her if she won’t remember anything at all? She thought she was making a perfectly valid point.
No, you don’t, Carol-2015, Belivet smiled soothingly, further more the Tongue Thrust will terminate any unwanted bodily procedures if delivered in time. Carol couldn’t think of an argument to challenge this kind of ironclad reasoning. Besides the tongue concept had seriously piqued her interest. Number 4? How many… thrusts are there? Her interest was of course purely scientific.
Three thousand, Belivet elaborated. They vary in pressure, heat and moistness, and can be effectively applied to different places on the body.
Carol felt suddenly drained of all her energy. It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside and the heat was really getting to her.
Meanwhile Cantrell had returned to the rusty pick-up. She had a bone to pick with Tommy Tucker. The elated look the young man had on his face seeing such a gorgeous creature approach him turned soon to a serious dismay. Grabbing his groin forcefully, Cantrell shook him around a couple of times before leaving him groaning in the driver’s seat.
Did she just kill him?!? Carol was terrified by Cantrell’s unpredictability.
No, Belivet grinned, she just made him a “private dick”. The brunette alien chuckled at her own joke. Carol, on the other hand, didn’t quite know what to think.
We need to move on, Cantrell transmitted, we must locate Todd-1961. She was anxious to get going. But I fear we won’t make it until tomorrow.
Belivet looked pensive. Carol-2015, are there any suitable stations on our way? We need to recharge at some point.
Where are we going? Carol asked only now realizing they were on a road trip.
Sioux City, Iowa, Belivet replied.
They decided to drive through Amarillo, Oklahoma City and then up to Wichita and Kansas City. From Kansas City it would only be a relatively short trip to Sioux City. “Have you noticed we’re still AWOL?” Abby asked Carol as the station wagon was entering Texas.
“Fuck, you’re right!” Carol realized, “Can you call office again and make something up? Tell them we’ve caught something and can’t come to work for a couple of days…”
“I wonder who’s caught whom but I’ll be sure to tell them we’re both sickin bed…” Abby chortled and grabbed her phone.
The call Abby made calmed them both down considerably. Their absence had yet again gone unnoticed thanks to Mrs. Frittenhoff who was contemplating filing a sexual harassment suit against Mr. Oliver. The incident had taken place during his retirement party. Mrs. Frittenhoff, who’d been responsible for the catering, had been crushed by his lewd compliment. Having tasted one of the pies she’d prepared for the event, Mr. Oliver had allegedly gazed right into her eyes and said “what a delicious tart”.
Rindy was still sound asleep when they arrived at Oklahoma City. Carol was not only exhausted after several hours of driving – she was famished as well. They found a motor lodge fit for their recharging needs. Eyeing Carol suspiciously, Cantrell insisted they all get a room together. Hearing both Carol and Abby object somewhat vocally, Belivet decided they would get two – one for her, Carol and Rindy, and another one for Cantrell and Abby. She can’t be trusted, complained Cantrell fearing another unauthorized attempt.
I will take care of Carol-2015, Belivet smiled trying to put Cantrell’s mind at ease.
I should be so lucky… Carol muttered under her breath. A thought of yet another night of naked recharging, of having Belivet’s thigh attached to her groin, was getting to her.
Rindy-16 will sleep another ten hours, confirmed Belivet as they were contemplating whether to have their evening meal at the motel or not. To be honest, Carol had no idea where they could get hold of 400 eggs and two buckets of spinach at this hour. They decided to try the local restaurant.
It was a fine establishment, no doubt about it. Carol and Abby exchanged worried looks as they entered The Happy Beaver Saloon. Its interior was more or less entirely lined with plush red velvet with tables and chairs strewn randomly across the floor. The walls were adorned with either pictures of scantily clad women or semiaquatic rodents.
“Table for four,” Abby requested politely to a waitress who resembled both the women and the rodents in the wall photos. Belivet’s and Cantrell’s eyes were curiously scanning the place. Their interests were definitely piqued.
“Right this way, ladies,” said the woman in a bright red, skimpy apron. The plaque on her lacy, garish bra said “Gwen”. She showed them to their table right next to the stage. “I’ll be bringing your menus shortly. What would you like to drink?” Gwen looked at Cantrell and Belivet.
Drink? Belivet appeared perplexed. She had never ordered a drink nor had Carol ever seen her have one.
It’s customary to have an aperitif before a meal, Carol explained. But if your diet is very restrictive I don’t know if you can suck anything but… ahem, eggs?
Belivet endowed Carol with one of her most adorable smiles. It’s not restrictive as such – we’ve just never had anything else. She was feeling adventurous and it showed.
Well, maybe a White Lady then? Carol suggested apprehensively, it has egg white in it. Although she herself preferred Dry Martinis she wanted Belivet to have something at least vaguely familiar to taste. The brunette nodded eagerly.
I’ll have whatever she’s having, Cantrell demanded. The waitress took Carol’s order and headed towards the bar counter.
Having examined the menu, Carol turned to Belivet. I’m afraid there are no eggs or spinach on it, she apologized.
The drinks arrived at the very same moment. Excited, Belivet and Cantrell held up their glasses. Rdxfgflös! Carol and Abby stared at them in disbelief: the White Ladies were downed in one gulp. The taste obviously took them by surprise – happily because they both wanted another one right away.
Ahem… you might like to take it easy with them cocktails… Carol started glancing at Abby nervously. With alcohol, you know...
Belivet looked at her nonplussed. She didn’t, however, have time to ask Carol what she had meant with her remark before the second drinks arrived. Cantrell urged Belivet to join her in their second rdxfgflös, and down it went.
“This is not looking good,” Carol whispered to Abby, “they’re not used to booze.” Noticing the somewhat strange look in Belivet’s eyes, she was getting agitated.
“They are obviously superior to us in so many ways I wouldn’t be too worried if I were YOUUUUUUUU…” Abby’s calm, low voice hiked up as unexpectedly as a teenage girl’s skirt on the back seat of a pick-up van.
Before Carol had time to register what was happening on the other side of the table, Belivet jumped her. Really jumped her. Carol-2015… she transmitted incoherently, it is time for our weekly hot fusion… Belivet’s hands were all over her – for a second Carol thought she’d actually grown an extra pair because of the agility she was showing at the moment.
“They’re just being naughty… in a good way,” Abby managed to huff between breaths, as Cantrell was mounting her right on the saloon table. Carol couldn’t believe what was happening – right before the gawking eyes of the patrons of The Happy Beaver.