Chapter 43: Drozul Goes MIA

“Izzets, please, no more dyed leather, dear. We are getting carried away with things. Let’s keep it simple. These are simple people, after all.”

Izzets sent, “I’m Sorry. I will try to hold back some of the overly enthusiastic women up here. I must admit we are having more fun now than we ever have before.”

Hmm... “Aalea, are you busy?”

She said, “No, I’ll be right there.”

She showed up, and I said, “Uh, what have you been up to?’

She said, “Nothing. I have nothing to do. I have been using a computer down below and playing Solitaire cards. The computer has dozens of games and things to learn.”

I said, “I have a job for you. You will be in the warehouse down below. Besides helping get things for us, I want you to be the gatekeeper there. Some of the ladies on Drozul’s ship are getting carried away with too many new things. Things that are too strange for the local people below.”

I continued, “You will be the one to look at the new deliveries and turn back anything too modern. That includes variations like colored dye for leather and similar ideas. I want only simple things that look like traditional native items. Let’s keep to the 1800s of my Earth. Try to stick to that era.”

I said, “You can take your PC with you. You can look up those older styles of things on the Internet as well as what the gals on Drozul’s ship sent. You’re my gatekeeper, keeping us honest. Keep us closer to real native stuff. No glitzy things like diamonds or other precious stones, no gold or silver, nothing like that.”

She hugged me tight and said, “Thank you. I have been dying here with nothing to do. This ship is simple and does not really need me here. I was worried you would figure that out and send me back to Drozul.”

I said, “And lose your snapping pussy? Oh hell no, sweet cheeks.” I hugged her to me.

Amber came into the room and asked, “Can we come down and visit occasionally? You seem to have forgotten us up here. Connie and Jenny want to visit once in a while, too.”

I said, “It sucks to be me. There is so much available loving and so little time. How about you gate-keep that for me? Rotate the women through there. I still intend to sleep up here every night.”

I sent, “Izzets, can we get some air conditioning in the wickiup? Nothing out of sorts. Maybe keep it ten to fifteen degrees cooler than the outside temperature.”

She said, “We can do that. I just set the temperature as you wished.”

“Thanks.”

We had a small late meal before going to bed. I was rather pooped from all the fucking that day. I was woken by Amber sliding a leg over my morning wood. She pounced and was quick this morning. I got a cursory kiss, and she was gone upstairs. I took a quick shower. I thanked my lucky stars for the millionth time that I didn’t have to shave or brush my teeth because of Exos. I went upstairs, and the gals were all at the table.

Jade had whipped up multi-grain waffles with various sweet things to add to them. I went with butter. With the extra tasty grains and real butter, sweet stuff was not called for in my book. I enjoyed my buttered waffles and black coffee.

Tall, Aalea and I popped into the wickiup with Bubba, the wonder dog. You wonder why he’s always underfoot. There was a new red outline on the side of the wickiup. Inside, we found a small kitchen. Of note was a fridge packed with drinks, including tea, soda, and beer. There was also a K-cup machine with lots of different selections available. The kitchen was intended just for us.

There were more changes in the main area. The bed was narrower, and a second small table was added. I needed a leak and went to the head. Lo and behold, I found that the doorway was extended, and a large double-size king bed was hiding in there.

Bubba was following me around and looking at everything.

I said, “Let’s take a walk, Bubba. Keep your eyes and ears peeled.”

He said, “You got it, boss. Do I get to sniff any crotches?”

I said, ‘Sorry, Bubba, that’s my job. You can sniff the guys.”

Now, Bubba has an AI, so he doesn’t need a leash. No other dogs had leashes, although a few were tied to a rope. We started walking around. We walked around slowly, looking at things. I saw a woman trying to cut some leather with a Stone Age knife. It was too dull. I had 99’ beam me in a small knife. It was in a sheath, so it was safe. I pulled it from my new pants pocket and handed it to her.

“Try this, Little Lady.”

She said, “I am Little Flower. What is Lady?

She looked at my hand and did not take it. I held it out to her again.

I said, “You need this; please take it. Your knife there is as dull as my teeth.”

She said, “I have nothing to trade you for it. I am a poor widow.”

I said to Bubba, “Go find Tall and bring her to me.”

She watched him scamper off. “Your little dog understands words?”

I said, “He is smarter than a lot of people I know.’

She giggled. “You funny man. Tall is yours?”

I said, “More like I am hers.”

She giggled again as Tall walked up with Bubba prancing before her.

Tall said, “I see you have met Little Flower.”

I said, “Yes, her knife does not work. I offered her this one. She turned me down. She said she has nothing to trade. I know you do all my trading because you are wise, and a pretty woman might take advantage of me.”

Both women giggled.

Tall said, “Please excuse Tom; he can be tricky; you should watch this one. I could use someone who knows how to make moccasins. We trade our special moccasins. If you want, you could make a pair for me, and we will trade the knife for your work. Does this sound like something you would like?’

She looked back and forth between us. “I have a baby, you know.”

I said, ‘You can bring your baby.”

Tall said, “Yes, bring it.”

I sent, “Izzets, we may need a bassinet, maybe.”

She said, “About that, uhh, there are some there already. Aalea will have one out for you.”

I sent, “That was quick, thank you again.”

Little Flower ducked into her wickiup and came out with a tiny baby. It was wrapped in ragged-looking leather.

We headed to our wickiup, and I could tell Little Flower was impressed by the outside of our wickiup. It had fake sections of leather with painted native looking scenes.

We went in, and Tall took her to a table and got her set up. They worked on the first moccasin when the baby started to fuss.

Without thinking about it, Little Flower pulled a boob out and fed a nipple to the baby. She saw me watching and blushed.

Tall said, “Pay him no mind. He has never seen a woman nurse before. He probably wonders what it tastes like.”

Actually, I knew that my wives back on Earth 23 had all nursed. I had helped myself several times to their milk.

Izzets sent, “Oh my, Little Flower got wet from you watching her. According to the street, her husband has been dead for three months. None of the local men wants a wife with a baby. She also has bad luck because her husband died; she has been struggling. She may also be very horny.’

I sent, “The horny thought had already crossed my mind as soon as you said she was wet.”

I got up and walked over to her and the baby. Tall smiled broadly and watched me.

I reached out slowly and touched the baby’s cheek. It did nothing except continue to suckle.

I leaned down and kissed Little Flower on the lips wetly. I touched her arm.

I asked, “Can I taste the other one?”

In answer, she pulled the other side of her top down, and I got on my knees and drew in a taste. It was sweet. Her legs had fallen apart. The air was filled with her aroma, the poor girl. She couldn’t be as old as Tall.

I kissed her as she continued to nurse the baby. Her eyes were wide, looking at me.

I sent, “Tall, should we help her?”

She said, “I don’t know. If we get close to her, other men will avoid her even more. I am sure someone is bringing her a rabbit or fish. We should watch and make sure that someone keeps helping her. I think there is more to her story.”

I said, “Come on, Bubba. We interrupted our walk. I know you need to take a long walk.”

We went out the door, and the two women had a long talk. 99’ was eavesdropping on them for me.