No Man’s Land – pt 131 pt 8
– “bastogne”
– Chapter 23
– jack
– Top – 11/13/1 (31)
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o o { morning, } an unfamiliar “voice” said to me.
– I looked around; I was back in Nadia’s rain forest room.
– I felt awful.
– Then, I remembered and started giggling.
o { unbelievable! } the voice “exclaimed”.
– “Ooh arr ooh?” I managed to ask.
– I concentrated on the taste of the presence, it was familiar. I’d often felt it when Nadia and I were alone with …
– “Nanet’s tannier,” I burbled loudly.
– He glanced at me, giving an embarrassed vibration in land, tree & air.
– It was like a purr.
– “Wears mynaddy?”
o { she’s knackered, } he “said”.
– Oh, he was a guy, all right.
– What did he mean by “knackered”? That was very rude to us noreast angle-tearians. But, I could forgive this sexy spaceman his lack of local knowledge.
– I had the shakes. My mouth was cotton dry but my lips were normal (moisturised with aloe vera salve) and my eyes were blurry in vision but the skin felt smooth.
– I scratched my crotch (bit of stubble) then I smelt my fingers (aloe vera soap).
– He’d nursed me? How dare he be nice!
– “Wadddya min knackad?”
– He put a notion in my head: A dead horse.
– “She’s dead,” I said, distraught.
o { no! }
– He tried putting an image in my vision. A shark with blonde pig-tails & freckles and Terrence Venables.
– “A shark that’s cute. A cute shark.”
o { no, i think i go wrong way, } he complained.
– He activated a screenless-screen in the “bedroom”: John Cleese wearing a black suit, black tie & white shirt, a bowler hat and holding an umbrella; his parading para-ambulations provoked paroxysms in me.
– “Sona sense, shekant work strait,” I asked.
o { bingo … we don’t know how … what did to her you do? }
– I giggled (kinda giggled) and shrugged with my hands partly-up turning about.
o { she’s very happy, } he added.
– He helped me with a fresh fruit juice then eased me back down to the bed.
– I’d felt fine enough but I was soon asleep.
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– they kept me here
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– When I next awoke (or at least the next time that I awoke and remembered it), it was night in the rain forest.
– The noise was intolerable.
– I got my ear-plugs out of my cosmetics bag and pushed them in my ear holes; there was another hole that needed plugging but I hadn’t … I wonder?
– I went into the bathroom and found the needed supplies. I lubed and inserted.
– Much better.
– Janet’s tangier helped me to the sofa and the screenless switched-on; it searched through the channel guide. It was showing-up the contemporary channels and some really old ones. Did it have 1936?
– It did.
o { how you do that? } my host asked.
– “I thought you were doing that.”
– Mein host glanced at me, and it felt nice even with the lurch in my gut and that odd sense of insignificance. It was a moment.
– He looked away and shivered. It felt like a big shiver but there was not that massive familiar shake that felt as if reality was unwinding.
– “Soooo … what do I call you?”
– He ignored my serenean call and he went about his business: Nadia had a living garden in her room; I suppose they all did. There were ants to control and poisonous frogs (ever so tiny) in tiny pools (in plant leaves and flowers) to entertain.
– I always had a personal force field when I was in the room (or outside it); I got little warning tingles if something could harm me or meant harm to me.
– He seemed hot but I didn’t know why. Janet had never told me that there was anything going-on with her and her hot sexy “ghost”. He “turned”; he knew I was “staring” at his “arse”.
– I looked away.
– He poured me some champagne and placed appetisers on a “table-top” (it had no legs). I thanked him.
– I wondered how my Nadia was.
– They could not read our minds directly but they could sense our electro-chemical activity and parts of us did produce actual radio-electric signals (such as the heart and gut). Yet, they were keenly sensitive to our emotions; Maybe, those ancient modes of drives & thought were easier to understand than language based thought?
– He sat by me and gave me a hug.
– I cried a little sadly, a little happily.
– I pushed off from him; I needed to do a poo. I took his “hand” and took him with me but let him go when we were in the bathroom doorway.
– Oh, it was a smelly one. It was not like one of my normal smelly farts, it was an intense meaty one that smelt when you were close to it; not much air in it or in my gut. Nadia and I had been very vigorous.
– I think we did some kind of dance to a song by the Prodigy.
– Poison? You’re No Good for Me?
– I wiped from-front-to-back.
– He washed my hands for me; I was still very shakey, but I was full of endorphines.
– We sat back on the sofa.
– I felt him up; his shape was familiar but I could not place it. I remembered “Mary”, one of the dorcas at Lee-Loo’s hive; Dora had shared that memory with us (Rosa and me) in a capping synch.
– I’d used that memory a good few times.
– I put my tongue in his “mouth”; we kissed for awhile. I stuck my hand in his pants; oh, he had a thick one.
– I was stroking him when I got the oddest feeling. It felt like being with Nadia in the merging but our “bodies” were separate.
– He pulled away from me and off the sofa.
o { we’ve been warned about you, } he “said” with a hint of fear.
– I had more champagne.
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– I had slept for a day after making love (with my Nadia) (their way) in the frozen north. Apparently, he had had to “come and get” us as we were over-due.
– It was the sixth day of our date, and I’d heard nothing from Nadia except the reassurances of her friend.
– If he was there: Who was with Janet?
– I had a normal day missing Nadia, Janet, Jeri and everyone else. I was getting anxy for a synch with my other selves; if I felt this way now then they would feel it, too.
– Shit. When we synched they’d get the full whack of the melting melding with Nadia. Rosa & Dora could take pain; they had squeezed out enough babbies in their fertile prime-time; I had experienced those births in the synch. Neither of them could enter a pain-barrier like I could. I needed to do something about that memory.
– I did some work on the lesson plans that we had been working on with Janet; I had a walk in the forest; and, then I had a light dinner (with too much champagne) while staring at the non-visible space that was occupied by the “body” of mein host.
– I cuddled up with him on the sofa and I sex-pested him. I got that odd-feeling that I was part of him; like when you haccess someone in an immersive simulation.
– He was loving it; whatever it was that it was, he liked how I was “stroking it”.
– He “looked” at me with panic; I ignored it.
o { jackie, no, } he squealed at me.
– Then, he “closed-up”.
– I looked at him.
– He was no longer all around me (in the Troggs sense) but was now in a closed area of space … a closed area of space with infinite potential … I hit him with a shoe.
– He didn’t come out.
– It was roughly the size of a bowling ball, maybe smaller; so, it was not a singularity.
– It was like an area of round distortion; when I looked away it was hard to see him when I looked back.
– It was like an optically neutral crystal ball.
– Sometimes he sparkled.
– I kissed him.
– I took him to bed; I put him in a leg of a pair of fish-nets (which showed me the size of him). He reacted to the slightest motion of air; so, I tied him to the bed; I used two tent-pegs to anchor the fish-net tights; like that I kept him near me on the bed.
– I stroked one out while staring at him
– He came when I did.
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notes:
– translation –
– “Sona sense, shekant work strait,” I asked.
– So in a sense she can’t walk straight.
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