Chapter 5: Role Call

Making love in a fog of toxic fumigation gas while holding our breaths, didn’t deter Milly and I a bit. She is sexier and hotter than ever. Really, or has it been so long since I was last laid, I don’t recall things accurately? Who cares. The pleasures of the moment are the more important.

New ladies? Interesting. How many of my old associates did we bring with us? How many are awake, and who are they. Who remains asleep in frigid stasis?

Something to explore later. Right now, I’m exploring, or re-discovering, the depths of Milly, my very first erotic love.

I need to redesign, refit the cabin of Sea Hag. Acceleration couches are necessary for high gee maneuvers, but damned uncomfortable for coitus. Not much space to work with. Space! Silly of me to forget, we are in space, and much is possible in space not possible on the ground.

“JoAnn? We aren’t ready to return to the hanger yet. Place us in a freefall orbit about the blue planet, near MOM’s orbit. We wish to be weightless.” Hardly thought when it’s accomplished. There are numerous hand holds and velcro attachment points installed about the cabin. It is a space craft, so weightless conditions were allowed for in the design. Where are my velcro slippers?

Hanging from the ceiling like a bat, my slippered feet stuck to a carpet patch, effortlessly I hold Milly’s weightless body in a close coupled embrace and we are both eagerly humping each other.

“Smarter all the time, aren’t you my Ricky.”

“Well, I’m just making an effort to maintain cordial relations with my mother-in-law. Besides, who could I desire more? I love Marshall the best, but you are the best fuck I ever had, so of course you are naturally the first on my get re-acquainted with list.”

“Oh, Ricky. You are irresistible. Always were, fuck me furious.”

We are quarantined for two days of fucking fumigation. Making the most of it.

Occasionally, we need to tank up our internal air reservoirs from fresh air masks, and rehydrate with straw supplied renewed water supplies. Otherwise, it’s around the clock lovemaking. These cyborg bodies don’t weary or need rest, or food like organic bodies.

Once aboard again, I had a fond reunion with all my early associates. Then I was introduced to the new women I had never met before. One was so attractive, she stood out, outshone all the rest. Faye.

“Won’t it be easier to talk after certain distractions are eased a bit more?”

Faye is referencing my obvious constant hard-on, as an obstacle to holding a rational serious conversation. The problem with my cyborg body, is it never tires, so is never satiated. That doesn’t mean insatiable, just a vulnerability to temptation. Just looking at Faye is enough to arouse prurient interest. Faye is intentionally tempting me with more than just ordinary accidental glimpses, she is providing panoramic views of her exposed naked charms.

“What I’m trying to discover Faye, is do you have any familiarity with the scientific instruments on board. You were a college student. Certainly you took a science class or two. Any idea how to use a scanning electron microscope? A DNA sequencer? A gas spectrometer? Anything?”