Afternoon.
You are relaxed sitting at Linda and Bill's with the dogs while Carol and Bill
are visited Jen and Linda at Memorial General Hospital where Linda has undergone
medical tests and passed them all since early morning when she had a bout with
a sudden migraine headache. Earlier Bill took you and Carol to lunch at the
Broken Egg, a very good 'new' restaurant. -- The two day trip down was very
good and relaxing. You left at ten of ten (late) on Wednesday morning and
arrived and stayed at a Comfort Inn Suites at Forsyth, Georgia at
seven-twenty-five. - Amorella
1408 hours. For the
first time ever there was no I -75construction in Atlanta. The roads were
recently paved and marked; we had a couple of slowdowns but no 'stops'; this
was after entering the I-275 corridor on I-75 proper and the HOV roadway at
6:15 PM. We were at Forsyth at 7:25. Most awesome. Great night sleep. After
breakfast on Thursday we left at 9:10 and arrived at Linda and Bill's at 4:05
in the afternoon. The drive was partly cloudy to sunny and cool with wind out
of north to west along the way. We were going to go to the Columbia for lunch
but while Linda was not well she is doing better and so far nothing serious has
been found. She should be home tomorrow. -- Kim, Paul and the boys are about an
hour from Atlanta and should be going through at a very good time. They are
spending the night in Tifton, Georgia.
You had leftovers for supper. Bill, Carol and Jen
returned to the hospital for a short visit. You are taking care of the dogs
(Jean's) Bubba and (Jen's) Petron. As it is Spring Break here Jean is up at Valdosta,
Georgia with James, her husband. He will have his twenty years in with the USAF
(Senior Master/Chief Sergeant?) this coming December. They bought a house two
streets over from both Jen's and Bill and Linda's houses. Presently they have
finished painting the interior and have some furniture. Jean will move into the house in
about two weeks when more furniture is added. - Amorella
1946 hours. I have chapter sixteen ready in a
near rough draft form.
That
didn't take long to complete. Let's drop it in here and post. - Amorella
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Sixteen
©2017, rho; Soki's Choice
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Justin
and Hartolite are seated in very semi-relaxed positions. Justin focuses on the
figurine sitting on the drink stand to Hartolite's right and asks, "What's
this?"
"The
finger-cup-with-a-top? It is filled with sacred water from home,” answers
Hartolite amiably.
"It
looks empty. I thought it was a vase to put a single flower in, except it is
not quite tall enough."
She
responds genuinely, "When I am homesick I put it in my pouch when I go to
sleep. It is comforting."
"Pardon?"
"I
put the finger-cup-with-a-top in my pouch for comfort. She picks up the small
vase and hands it to him."
Justin
takes it with self-consciousness, "It's soft. I thought it was
glass." A nasty thought hits and he tries to dismiss it. His cheeks
redden.
Showing
an immediate concern Hartolite asks, "Are you embarrassed? What is
embarrassing? I mean, if I may ask. I will try to rectify it."
"No,
no. I'll set the relic here."
Hartolite stands reaching for the vase
and says, "I'll take it, Dr. Justin.”
He hands it to her with relief. "Call me
Justin, Hartolite. PhD’s are not medical doctors."
"That
would be rude,” she replies. “It would be impolite for us to be presumptuous.
Earthlings are all titled, that's what we are taught."
Justin
replies, "We consider ourselves equal no matter the title, be it a Mr.,
Mrs. or Dr. that's what we believe, that's what our laws say."
"Saying
and being are two different things."
"See,"
brightens Justin, "We do agree on that."
"I
am happy that you consider us equal. May I ask you an equal question?” Not
waiting for his response Hartolite asks, “Is having sex fun?"
Jarred
by the question Justin attempts to remain professional. "Do you mean
foreplay or intercourse?"
Hartolite
laughs at his awkwardness. Just like our men, she thinks. "Isn't sex fun.
I like it?'"
Justin
laughs at the thought but remains anxious. To relieve the silence, he quietly
replies, "Our species thinks so, Hartolite, but sexual affairs are not
looked highly upon in our culture.
"Then
why are there so many? That's the main focus of many of your books. "
"Our
social rules are complicated. "What about your culture? How do you
dispense justice, mean marriage?"
"Justice,
that's an easy question. We have three judges. After a hearing, they pronounce
the person not guilty or guilty."
"No
jury?"
"Why
would you want to complicate the justice?"
"It
is like your Supreme Court only it is an equal court," comments Hartolite
matter-of-factly. Then a quick change of subject, "Since we are equal
would you like to see my pouch?"
He
thinks, am I being seduced? I want to give this woman a long warm friendly hug.
He says, "Isn’t that a bit intimate?' We really don't know each other;
besides I'm married to Pyl, remember?"
"Justin,"
With hands, eyes and voice, Hartolite sweetly utters, "We marsupial
humanoids are built to share our pouches." She stands and drops her outer
pants slowly. "See, here it is." I would never show my pouch to our
primates at home. They might attack me. I trust you Justin. I'm showing my
personal trust, that's all. I want us to be friends."
Justin stands-in-thought – marsupials have primates. He wants to
discuss this but a seemingly polite curiosity takes charge. His heart races
upon seeing her mostly naked but his mind carries the tone of a medical doctor,
"You have a brownish horizontal ridge across your stomach like an old
scar."
"You
can touch it."
Justin
does. "It is a rubbery soft texture."
They
sit back down. “I give you permission to put your hand. Our men put their hand
in the pouch whenever they can. Usually when we are alone in the apartment as
we are now. Go ahead.” She eases his hand in hers and moves them both down
inside.
Surprised,
Justin comments, "This is soft and slightly moist. My goodness – this is
very calming and pleasurable - I feel like my hand is being given a full body
massage."
"That's
why our men like it. It is the same for us women too. When I put my hand in my
pouch or in Friendly's pouch we become very relaxed, like we are crawlbabes
in a sleep."
Ajar
about from imagining Hartolite's hand resting in Friendly’s pouch, Justin
slowly pulls his right hand out and politely steps back while she pulls up and
adjusted her outer pants. "I don't know what to say."
Hartolite
giggles, "Neither do our men. Isn't that funny?”
Their
eyes meet in a sparkle and Justin automatically reflects her innocent giggle.
Both laugh and are strangely more intimate friends than just
moments before. Hartolite is sure this is a good sign that the two species are
indeed equal just as Justin had said. She thinks, ParentsinCharge at
ThreePlanets are wrong. We two species have similar strengths in our wit,
laughter and touching.
Reality hits Justin out of the blue, in a flash the ponders,
'Holy shit. What did I just do?'
.
Justin considers
himself happily married. Pyl is the love of his life, but in a moment, at
Hartolite's suggestion he slid his hand in her pouch then tenderly pulled it
out. He realizes she presented the moment allowing him, an alien primate, to
touch her in a rather intimate marsupial humanoid friendly manner; however, as
a human unconscious complications rebound. Soki's slight smile slow ripples
with irony -- Justin's heartanmind rolls around and round while his soul
reverberates without a sound.
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76.1 reading ease; 4.1
grade level; 920 words
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