Random Yodeling
Carol retired to her room after the breakfast. Belivet, Cantrell and Harrison being busy planning their next move, Abby and Rindy decided to take a leisurely walk in downtown Sioux City. Rattled by what Harrison had just told them, they needed a breath of fresh air.
”Do you think mom’s really okay?” Rindy asked Abby as they were finally alone. She couldn’t quite shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong with her. After all, when was the last time they’d gone an hour without getting into a vocal argument over some petty matter?
”I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Abby consoled her goddaughter, ”she just needs to sleep it off.” She managed to sound convincing even though her mind was racing over what she’d seen, or rather not seen, on her friend’s fair face.
”You feel like walking over to the park?” Rindy gestured towards a welcome oasis shaded by majestic elms.
”Why not. It’s not like we’re in a hurry to get anywhere,” Abby acknowledged in her carefree manner. ”Let’s sit for a while.”
”I could even read to you…” Rindy offered, a playful smile lingering on her lips. She pointed at something hidden in her backpack. ”The Terezian Chronicles, volume 4211…”
”You snatched it?!?” Abby exclaimed, her eyes darting nervously around. Once she realized they were safely out of sight, she grabbed Rindy by the shoulder and gave it an excited squeeze. ”I am so proud of you, sweetheart!”
After an hour, Carol woke up refreshed. She went to the bathroom to blot her face with a wash cloth. What awaited her in the mirror was, however, so unexpected she had to take a step back. She looked simply stunning. The lines, formerly visible on her face, had smoothened away and her skin had a heavenly glow she’d never noticed before.
Carol had always been a very beautiful woman in any Earth standards but even she had no idea she could look that gorgeous. I’d fuck you, she winked at her mirror image that seemed eager to return the favor. She was in a fabulous mood when she heard the door open and close.
Carol-2015? Belivet was standing next to the empty bed when Carol returned from the bathroom. Seeing Carol, Belivet’s mouth fell open. Ahem… I… mmm… you… ahem…, she transmitted incoherently.
Yes..? Carol said coming very close to Belivet who was suddenly short of breath. Carol put her hands on her waist and gently massaged her abdomen with her thumbs. Did you want to tell me something? she asked gazing at Belivet’s parted lips. Swallowing, the brunette alien retreated and fell back on the bed behind her. Or do you have something else you need to give me..? A streak of smaragdine flashed in Belivet’s eyes as she pulled Carol forcefully on the mattress and lunged all over her.
”So… when the commander says she wants to use the magnetising rod, is it what I think it is?” Abby interrupted Rindy’s reading.
”She says she needs to use it, and I think it’s important for us to acknowledge it,” Rindy corrected. ”It’s like a basic longing in her, something she can’t fight, you know? I find her such an intriguing character, a one so powerful and obviously intoxicated by her own absolute power… ” She was really into analyzing the current chapter of the Terezian saga.
”But I think the rod is important as well,” Abby continued stubbornly. She was clearly fascinated by its role as a narrative tool.
”I’m not saying it isn’t but I think it’s safe to assume that the rod can be replaced with a number of different items…” Rindy elaborated, ”after all, it only went on for two pages whereas the encounter with the whisk and the spatula, for instance, took a whole chapter. You do remember the scene where the hatchlings had to keep singing The Sphere Song no matter what?”
Abby did remember. She couldn’t have forgotten it even if she’d wanted to. Rindy was an excellent reader, she even managed to get the random yodeling just right. ”Do you think we’re meant to take everything literally or is the storyteller indulging in metaphors?” she wanted to know. ”The first person narrative feels a bit over-the-top at times…”
”You mean the passage where she takes part in the chain reaction leading up to the galactic big bang?” Rindy inquired raising her right eyebrow quizzically. ”I thought it was rather explicit with the detailed depiction of what connected where and how they had to be forcefully pulled apart afterwards.” She looked pensive. ”I mean, you saw the drawings and the graphs she had enclosed.”
Abby coughed and loosened her collar. It was hot outside even though they were sitting in shade. ”Their life on Terez appears to have been… how should I put it… rather one-sided…”
”Well, they did eat occasionally,” Rindy pointed out, ”although it’s always mentioned only in passing… but then again, how many excitingly different paragraphs can one come up with mere eggs and spinach?”
Abby nodded. ”You’re right, and maybe there was a whole lot of other stuff going on as well but the narrator just didn’t find it interesting enough… she seems terribly smitten with the commander.”
Shaking her head, Rindy looked at her increduously. ”Dear, dear Abby,” she started patronisingly, ”These are all written by different Terezians… there are distinct stylistic differences.” She showed Abby a few examples. ”See how the narrator here talks so enthusiastically about the kinetic energy penetration yet it’s never mentioned again after the chapter… the same goes with the writer who keeps on bragging about her awesome particle spray.”
The midday heat was indeed getting to Abby. ”So far there’s been no mention of any dolphins, though…” It was after all the main thing on her mind at the moment.
”Maybe it wasn’t substantial enough to make the cut?” Rindy mused. ”Harrison did describe it as preliminary fusion so I assume it’s a form of foreplay – and the aliens on these pages are far beyond first and second base.”
Rindy’s choice of words made Abby chuckle nervously. ”I think they are hitting the ball out of the park… no, make it out of the stratosphere, altogether,” she snorted. Having said that, she grew worried. ”How are things with Harrison? You are, after all, very young and I’m supposed to be a good influence to you or something…”
Rindy’s smile was adorably shy. ”Oh… we’re fine,” she muttered self-consciously, ”She’s really sweet, very tender… a bit too courteous at times…” Her cheeks had reddened slightly.
Like mother, like daughter, Abby sighed watching her goddaughter. Her thoughts wandered over to Cantrell and what she had said in the morning – our time here is limited. She herself was forming an unhealthy attachment to her hunky warrior babe, yet she’d made damn sure she’d never think of it when the object of her attraction was around. ”Let’s go, my dear, I’m sure they’re already waiting for us in the motel.”
Can we do it again? Carol asked winding her fingers in Belivet’s dark brown hair. I want to do it again… She grinded herself against the beautiful alien who was about to put the dolphin back in the drawer next to the bed. Or rather… can I do it to you, darling? In all honesty, she did think it was Belivet’s turn to ride the galactic surf.
Carol-2015, you are so very considerate, Belivet replied. There’s nothing I’d like more but... She cut her sentence short. By the way, you are developing a magnificent stamina, she hastened to compliment instead. The way you were able to throttle back at the last minute when the effective exhaust velocity was about to hit the roof… very heat-indusive!
Carol was also very pleased with her ”overall performance” as Belivet put it, the very high thrust of her combustion chamber. Always aware of her age, she had been overjoyed and terribly turned-on by Belivet’s heated whisper during the launch sequence:
No fossil fuels here…
You called me baby in the breakfast room… Carol remembered suddenly. Belivet’s tender expression had somehow found its way through her happy haze.
Really? You must be mistaken, I’ve always called you by your name, Belivet said feigning ignorance. She seemed reluctant to discuss matter any further, which didn’t escape Carol.
What’s wrong? Carol asked Belivet. She might have been supersaturated for the second time only a moment ago but her fine-tuned body was adjusting fast to severe Terezian conditions – she read Belivet’s thoughts loud and clear.
Belivet was saved by the bell. Abby and Rindy busted in unannounced to find the couple still between the sheets. ”Mom!” Rindy exclaimed visibly relieved yet somewhat unnerved by seeing her naked in the bed with Belivet. ”You’re… awake!”
”Of course I’m awake, cupcake,” Carol purred in her sweetest voice. ”I don’t think I’ve been this awake in my entire life – maybe excluding the after hours pool party at the Dinah Shore Weekend in… oh, never mind!” Belivet looked baffled yet Abby couldn’t help but chuckle at the shared memory.
”What’s going on here?” Noticing the lack of clothing, Abby got serious again. Hot damn, Carol has never looked so good, ran through her bewildered mind. ”Did you just flip her again or what the hell has happened here? Peeved, she stared at Belivet.
Not minding her nudity at all, Belivet got up. She had no intention of answering to Abby in any way. I need to go to the loo. Carol found her insistence to use the British noun for a toilet utterly charming.
I’m afraid you can’t, Rindy complained, there’s no water in the loo. She was certain the damn thing was broken.
Abby rolled her eyes at such ignorance. It’s not broken! It’s not a water loo. It’s a dry toilet. Water loo or not, Belivet was happy to have a chance to relieve herself.
Two hours later they were sitting in the car again. Where to? Carol asked turning to Belivet. The entire back seat leaned in to hear her reply.
New York City. Now starts the second part of our mission.