Portals
Copyright© 2007 by Alan C. Zumwalt
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This 15 chapter novel is the story about an archaeologist who discovers that part of her worlds history is wrong, and the ramifications of this news. Though there is some sexual content, it is not a prevalent theme. If this were a movie, it would earn an "R" rating, mostly for nudity.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Science Fiction
"Never nurse a grudge for more than a day, for it will fester in your soul like an infected wound, and poison every part of your life."-- The Teachings of Gran Ch. 3, Lines 18-20.
When the door creaked open without a knock, Dahra cringed. She knew who it was, and what she wanted.
"Dahra, we need to talk," said Krinan, her superior, in usual plaintive tone.
"Ms. Ishtahrfelgis(1), what can I do for you?" she asked coldly, not looking up from her grading.
Krinan ignored the insult of over-formality, and sat in the only other seat in the office. Hands folded in her lap, she shifted in the too small hardwood chair. "Well, to be blunt, you've been gone an awful lot during the last month, and I have no idea what you're up to."
Dahra's minor headache shot to migraine when she heard this. "Please, can't we talk about this another time?" she said clutching her temples. "Our esteemed leader, Plek Menorfelgis, just told me that these grades are due today, two days early. And on top of that, my daughter is..."
"... taking her final today. Congratulations. You must be very proud of her." The headache abated. "I am. I just hope she isn't crushed if she doesn't pass the first time."
"I know I was," said Krinan. "It took me five tries before I passed the final."
"Three times for me."
"Really? Not bad!"
Dahra realized she was talking to the enemy, put back up her defenses, and hunched over that last test. "So, now you know what I've been up to."
Krinan kept her temper in check. She was halfway into her eighth year of life and had a generous supply of gray hairs competing with her dark brown ones. She had a flat face, pushed in nose, and a wide flat forehead (like all docrens) and stood a stocky five foot one with a build that resembled a tank. She seemed, to Dahra, to smell musty, like clothes stored in a closet too long. She also tended to glare at people, as if she were interrogating them, even during friendly conversations.
She was wearing a blue skin-tight bodysuit with a "V" neckline, and a matching knee-length sheer skirt over it. Her tights had a hole in the mid-riff, exposing her navel, as did all healers. Her navel was adorned with a bright blue polished stone. The hole around her midriff was unusually big, showing about a four centimeter diameter of the surrounding stomach. As if her aging stomach was a thing of great beauty.
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