Success in Part - V E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Aboard a ZerShaz Ship en route to the planet of Shalimar, Sharon keeps hitting barriers when she tries to remember.  Stray words, references, can provoke the probes in her brain, and she falls into darkness.

She has been found and rescued and with 'her people' but doesn't know it.

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

Success in Part - V

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Off the Floor

OFF THE BATHROOM FLOORSHARON

As I sat on the sani floor I couldn't help but recall the words I'd been chewing the night before the concert;

After tonight, whatever happens         it's going to change, whether meet-   ing someone, or running away from  Vende or going completely crazy.  My life changes here and now.

Yeah. It's a change. It's more than a change. It's a complete obliteration.

My belief was that I'd go to the Concert.   I'd see people I knew, something real, get a sense of independence and when it was over, just say good bye and split.

Maybe go to a hotel, cause Marilyn could afford it... or find my/her house and get in, or meet someone I knew ....

One thing I'm sure;  I didn't expect to find myself on a Zee Ship going into space.

I didn't expect to meet a really nice guy who...um..wasn't a guy but a Zee.  A Zee who knew me. Who called me Sharon.

Sharon.

The name was like honey. I knew it was my name. The way he'd said it, making it like two words--I knew it, I'd heard it said before. I heard him say it--I was Shar Ron--and he---he was---

I got up and peered into the big room. He was lying on the platform bed on something like plastic, while the Big One massaged some some kind of oil into his skin.

Orange light casting mystery on a room of tarnished copper with exposed beams and dark corners...the word to describe it was surreal.

The Big One was rippling muscles and intensity, as his hands briskly rubbed the oil on the Hurt One's body without hint of shame or discomfort.

I took a step into the room, looking at my Hurt One. He was much darker than the Big One. He lay motionless as if he were carved by an artist who found perfection in the male body.

So why did the shot effect him like that?  It was a stunner.  Someone his size should respond as if punched in the face.  Not become complete ...blob.

There was a reason for his reaction but I wouldn't look for it, it'd come. I'd deal with the immediate.

The oil the Big Man used made the Hurt One's skin gleam. Maybe if they were human or the Hurt One wasn't so remarkable I'd feel strange standing there staring, but I felt like I was in the musuem.

"Stroke this on his face and neck." says the Big One.

"What?"

I didn't realise he'd seen me, for he hadn't turned and I move quiet. Yet, as if it were the most common thing in the world, he offered me the tub.

I don't know why I climbed on the huge bed, but I did. Maybe it was the power in the Big One's voice or my own curiousity. But I went up the little step ladder onto the platform.

The Big One gestured, I opened my hands, and he poured the oil. It felt like vaseline yet liquefied, warm but with a coldness to it.

I looked upon the Hurt one lying there. I studied the alien face, touched alien skin, feeling as I did when I put on the clothing. Inside of me was a rightness, though in my front mind it was unknown.

Maybe it's like finding a letter written, knowing your handwriting, your sentiments but not remembering when you wrote it or to whom.

I massaged the oil into the Hurt One's face, his neck. His skin was cool, thick, but not repulsive. There was this tingle when I touched him, but the eyes of The Big Man embarrassed me and I stopped as if I'd been caught doing something improper.

"Look upon him." Orders Big One in a voice of thunder. "Commemorate his appearance. Does it not find favour in your eyes?"

If I wasn't gigoed beyond expression I'd have said something but the Big One's voice was compelling. In a way I wanted the permission to stare on this naked man, so took it.

The feelings of shame to be seen surveying a naked man in the presence of another man, both strangers, evaporated. The Zee lying there was a work of art. I could not believe how beautiful a man could be.

There was no hair on his body. No pubic hair or brushes under his arms, but especially none on his body so it was absolutely smooth. I glanced at the Big One and his skin was also almost hairless, though he had a long Fu Manchu mustache.

The Hurt One, the Big One, were very muscular. Their arms and necks, and legs, pure muscle, so it was kind of contradictory. Cause touching the Hurt One was like touching a baby, though he was, surely, a powerful man.

I looked at my hand on the Hurt One's shoulder. I was so tiny compared to him. Yet, I didn't feel small. I felt equal. I didn't feel out of place or uncomfortable. I didn't even feel perverted, And this started to scare me.

Swallowed by wonder, I ask: "Who is he?"

And in this endlessly deep voice, the Big one proclaims: "You entitled him, Daktoy."

All along this word was ringing.  I thought it Dock Tay--a place or Dac toy, a thing. Something crucial, like a Grail, something I needed, I had to find. Like a key---

Daktoy--Daktoy--yes--that was the word, the name, he was Daktoy. This was the Daktoy. The center. The crux. Daktoy....

I grabbed my head, pain, a knife in my brain.