Chapter 5: Idealistic Ideas

We’re back! Whew! I feel drained!

“Damn! That was a fucking close one, too fucking close!”

Laura profanes, vigorously tossing her head, her hands raking, clawing, and brushing, at her abundant hair, shaking the rust chunks and chips free, red rust dust flying everywhere!

“Maybe we’ll call you Rusty in the...”.

All three critically assess me, judging me! Have I abandoned all good sense. Sally and Bebe cling to each other, quivering, saucer eyed, pinched lipped. Disapproving. Stern; grim, compressed little mouths, defying me to offend further.

Bent right angles at the waist, continuing dressing her proud, teased out, thick rust dusty mane, Laura tilts up her eyes. A level nearly hidden by her eyebrows, but just able to read my eyes. Gives me the fish eye! Remaining frozen, in the same posture bent in two, she resumes picking junk out of her hair. Cool? Freezing! I got chills!

“Sorry, ladies, anybody hurt? Everyone safe? Unscathed?”

“I have a knot on my head, as big as a goose egg!” Laura parts her hair, exposing her damaged scalp, ruining my short but perfect safety record. Showing me my poor judgment, error in safety awareness.

“Let me look closer at that. Nasty bump! How did you get it?”

FISH EYES FROM ALL OF THEM AGAIN!

“Didn’t you see? The container falling? I watched it fall, all the way down! Saw it hit Laura, right on top of her head! Certain I was, it was all over, except for the crying!” (How can little Sally talk like this?)

Bebe takes these, Sally’s final words, as a cue.

Begins crying, mumbling mournfully. “We almost died!”

“But we didn’t, thanks to our brave, unflappable, and focused Captain. He extracted us from danger in the nick-o-time. Saved all our lives!”

Laura erects a pedestal for hero worship. Not sure I can comfortably fit on it. Soothing to the girls. Me too. Adoration more pleasant than censor! I prefer restoration of a perfect safety record! Not happening.

Aldabra Atoll, Seychelles! What was Louis planning, when he brought the ship here? No matter what Lou’s reasons, I don’t want to be here.

Tied up alongside EROS, I ask Laura to stay with Bebe and Sally in the small boat, while I check something out on board EROS.

Both Lindsay and Gwen are in the galley. Sybil is off playing mermaid, with her porpoise friends. Good. Lindsay and Gwen are sent into the small boat to join the other women. Np explanation other than, for their safety.

Alone aboard, I test my mettle. Muscles have nothing to do with mental effort, I know that, but instinctively, I hug the steel stanchion welded between deck and an overhang, with a fierce determination!

Move, dammit! I’m attempting to teleport EROS. A few inches even, would be immensely satisfying to me. Won’t budge! Try, try again.

“Bebe? How can I increase my teleportation capacity? I am attempting to move EROS to deeper water, but no luck, yet.” This communication is private between just we two. Mental! Bebe keeps good secrets.

“I’m told, it has nothing to do with your strength or ability. I’m in contact with the Duende Gina, one of yours and Will’s wives. Gina says. The power is gem power, not human psychic power! Power naturally inherent in the stones. You arrogantly think you are the one teleporting, but you are just the trigger and aiming mechanism. You need many more stones, rarer, more powerful gem varieties, and larger gems. Bigger the gem, the more power within.

To accomplish a teleport of such magnitude, would be epic! Requiring a power unknown to have ever been assembled or used. No guides exist. An Iffy proposition at best, and maybe not even possible!.

So Gina tells me!

Gina asks to remind you, Nana has a bag of Duende stones in safekeeping for you. Also, the Duende have accumulated a few more unsorted stones since giving you their entire previous collection. Yours, if you want them. Come get them. You’re very welcome!

On a personal note. Now there is two of you, she hopes to see you, either of you, twice as often. Sends love and kisses, and with that, Gina concludes.” Bebe concludes, too.

All the ladies relieved, go aboard. Bebe invites Sally to be her roommate. Bless her. I can easily imagine pillow fight pajama parties all night long!

Sally feels she has found a home. She has!

Sally needs feeding.

Tony considered feeding child sized Sally akin to child molestation.

I don’t. Experience with Bebe, another immature and diminutive, but past age of consent woman, is my basis for treating Sally with the same respect due any adult female. Seduction, not force. Unfortunately, at this moment, I don’t have the time to introduce Sally to the tender art of love making.

Sally is accustomed with Tony, to a quick soulless beef injection.

That’s what she gets this time, too, since I can cum at whim.

Sally buries her face in a pillow, bare rump raised on pillows, and assures me she isn’t looking. (Murdering Tony’s fastidiousness?). Reducing Charger’s girth to pencil thin, I insert, ejaculate, withdraw, pat her bottom signaling done, assure Sally, we will see each other again shortly, and I leave her to digest her lunch. Freezing process. Brrrr! No wonder Tony hated it. He designed it to be uncaring, hateful!