Chapter 614

... Diana had that deer in the headlights look but rallied quickly as she decided to tell him and get it over with. “We have been discussing the alien female that we talked about.”

“And?”

“We think she would make you a wonderful wife.”

Jeff let out a sigh as Ann and Arlene returned to their seats. “I thought there was more to the list of names than just giving the first one to recover a choice. Darnit, Baby, you want me to marry two more Earth women, and before that’s even accomplished, you’re already talking about my marrying an alien. Did you ever stop to think that we might not be sexually compatible?”

“Ship says you are.” Diana quickly returned before the subject became even more serious. “Baby, I realize that since the alien males used the females for ‘relief’, she has probably had all the alien Ship’s officers, but surely you aren’t holding that against her. She was barely aware, and from what the First Officer has told us, she certainly did not have a choice. Besides, Ship has made certain that she is free of any kind of disease – all of them are, for that matter. Didn’t Ship say that she did an extensive update, or whatever she called it, to their bodies? Didn’t she also say that she had not done a full enhancement? However, to me, that implies that whatever she did to their bodies was quite involved.”

Jeff groaned. “Okay, I get the idea, but that’s not the reason, anyway. Granted, she’s beautiful, and her body is perfect, but there has to be an end to this wife business somewhere?”

“Why?” she said with a giggle. “How many wives do you think would want their husband to marry other women, hmmm? True, you have married women that I have chosen, but anyway, imagine the effect as you introduce all of us when we attend some function on another planet.”

“And why would we be invited – even if they have something like that?”

“Well, it will impress any race that has space travel when they see Ship. Oh, you know that we’ll have to converse with many ... beings as we try to develop information about Ship’s people. So, we’ll probably get to know a lot of beings from many alien races. Jeff, you have some beautiful wives. Surely some of those societies will have something like a banquet or a meet-and-greet kind of thing. When your wives walk in wearing evening dresses, every adult humanoid male there will have an erection,” she finished before he could continue.

Jeff just looked at her and shook his head. “You’re delusional,” he said with a sigh. “Beautiful, but delusional.”

“She is stunning, though, isn’t she?” his Queen asked while glancing at his crotch before pouncing verbally, “You’re getting an erection just thinking about her.”

“I am not,” he denied. “I was looking at your boobs as they moved under your top when you breathed.”

“Liar. Liar. Pants on fire,” she singsonged.

“There are already seventeen of you,” he repeated himself.

“And with your mental abilities, you satisfy every one of us every night, and actually screw four or five of us, not that we can tell the difference. You unselfishly spend time with each of us and usually wind up making love to several more of us throughout the day. True, you’re around us a lot because you work from home, and you work in your lab only when you want to – or we quit loving on you long enough for you to get some work done. For certain, we don’t need any more money. You haven’t even told us how much the patent for your ‘Sound Neutralizer’ brought, or whatever you decided to call it. The forcefield to keep out insects brought – what was it – another fifty million or so up-front, plus royalties that will keep coming in for years? Didn’t Frank say his plants couldn’t keep up with the demand?”

She didn’t give him time to answer, but went on, “You can take care of no telling how many more women, and you know it. So ... why do you fight having more of us?”

“Uh...”

“Don’t bother to answer,” she said, plopping down in his lap as soon as he sat. “Now, back to the alien woman. She’s pretty and has a great figure. I’ve seen her nude several times when your women and I have brought clothes for the alien women to try on. Ship has redesigned the front of the outfits to accommodate their three breasts. Oh, yes, you do know that the women tend to have identical triplets, right?”

A startled look passed over the Prime’s face, giving little doubt that he didn’t.

“And before you say anything about her being an alien, just think. We’ll be the aliens in our travels, so no one will notice, or care. It might even be a plus that you have married a woman outside your race.”

“Di, Baby, you’re jumping the gun a bit, aren’t you? I have only spoken a few words with this woman, or any of them, for that matter.”

“But you have noticed that she’s coming out of the drug stupor quicker than the others – well, other than the two that had a head start, thanks to First. So, what do they call her?”

Jeff hesitated. “I think it interprets to something like MIR-14708. At least that’s the rough translation from Miadax to English according to First.”

“So, you’ve asked her name – designation – whatever? What do you call her? Surely not fourteen seven zero eight.”

“I ... haven’t tried to call her by any name, and as you infer, I can’t bring myself to call her by a number, no matter how accustomed she is to answering to something like that.”

“So, what about Aiden or Aileene or Adlyn, or Caera, or Islea, or Arelea, or Erisha, or Karsyne, or Teyla, or Adrienné, or Catlea?” she asked as she read the names from a list. “Do you think any of those would fit her?”

“Wait. Wait,” he said, laughing as he snatched the list from her hand. “Those are... different.”

“Perhaps even a little alien or exotic-sounding, hmmm?” When he nodded, she smiled back at him. “I got most of them from an alien name generator on the net. I tried it for a joke, but when it began to spit out names, some of them had a nice sound, so I printed them. I eventually compiled a fairly long list, and these are the ones I liked best from that longer list.”

“They’re ... different,” he said as he began repeating the names aloud, but then handed the list back to Diana. “You read it. The names sound better when you say them.”

Diana smiled at him and read the list through several times. “So, what do you think?”

“They all sound good when you say them, but I think I like Adrienné, Aedele and Arelea.”

“Hmmm. They all start with the letter A.”

“Yeah, but I also like Teyla, Celestria and Trista. With you saying them, they all sound sexy, though. Besides, it’s not up to me. She should choose her own name.”

Diana grinned at her husband. “Well said, but if you want her to choose, you need to be very careful. I’ll bet she will choose the one you prefer.”

“Oh, bull, Diana. That woman hardly knows I’m in the room. Besides, you are the one who came up with the list. It should be you who gives it to her.”

Diana chuckled. “Bull, she migrates to you every time you walk in there, but she has a long way to go for the drug to be entirely out of her system; however, I’ll bet she’ll be a lot further along in another week. As soon as she progresses a little more, I want you to read her the list. You can always have her repeat the name so she can get used to how it sounds. If she doesn’t like any of these, I’m going to ask some of my sister-wives to develop a much-expanded name list so that all the alien women will have a list of names to choose from. Nobody should have to be called by a number.”

Later, Jeff saw General Whitworth’s wives, Ellen and Barbara, in the hallway of the Retreat. He jogged to catch up, and they turned to greet him.

Barely holding back a snigger, Ellen remarked, “We heard that you were going to marry one of the alien women.”

“What? Well, crap. Word seems to get around faster every day, but I don’t recall doing anything other than accepting a list of possible names for one of the alien women to choose from. The only one talking marriage is, as usual, my number one wife, and again, as usual, she is trying to convince me that I need yet another wife. It is not going to happen – at least for a while. I do agree that the alien woman Diana has picked out is beautiful, though.”

Then with an evil grin, Jeff continued, “When are you two going to add another wife for the General?”

Ellen smiled as she said, “We’ve considered it, but Henry almost had a heart attack when we mentioned it, however...”

“ ... we haven’t given up,” Barbara broke in to say, “but an alien wife would never work out because we sometimes have to be seen in public with our husband. With the new multiple spouse laws, that’s working out okay, but it certainly wouldn’t with a Miadax female, no matter how exotic she happens to be. Not after the Miadax attack.”

“Too bad. I would love to see him with an alien wife on his arm,” Jeff said with an evil grin.

“I do think he’s intrigued by their breasts, though,” Barbara added.

“Ladies, whatever you do, I had nothing to do with it. Don’t even mention my name, should you say something about another wife for him.”

Barbara chuckled. “Oh, we won’t, but I would love to see the look on his face if we told him we had picked out an alien for him.”

“How long do you think it will be before the alien women will have all that drug out of their systems?” Ellen asked.

“Check with Ship. She’ll have a better estimate than I would, and remember, I had nothing to do with this – nothing. But, I think it’s a marvelous idea,” he finished with a chuckle.

“Oh, because of the hatred that Earth has for the aliens, we would never insist that he marry an alien, but we just might be able to use it as leverage to get him to marry an Earth woman.”

“Okaaayyy,” Jeff said with a chuckle. “But while we’re on the subject of your husband, I need to talk to him.”

They both turned and pointed toward the back of the Retreat and Ship.

“Thanks, ladies.”

“Mum’s the word,” they said as one, both giggling.

Shit, I know I’m gonna get blamed for his wives getting the idea of his marrying another woman, but if they scare him with an alien to get him to accept another human wife, it would be funny as hell.

Jeff walked on out the back before jogging to the fake building and on up the ramp into Ship. “Is the General aboard?” Jeff asked as soon as he was through the hatch.

“Yes, My Prime. He is visiting the aliens on the pocket planet. Should I advise him that you are looking for him?”

“No thanks. I’ll talk to him there,” Jeff said as he turned toward the corridor that led in the direction he needed to go. Anticipating, Ship moved him to the hatch, and a second later, he stepped into the alien’s area. A couple of moments after that, he rounded a corner and met one of the alien males – the science officer, if he remembered correctly. The alien came to something resembling attention and snapped out, “Sir.”

“As you were,” Jeff said automatically.

The alien relaxed somewhat as he said, “May I help you, Captain?” in oddly accented English. “I hope my English is sufficient, Sir. The First Officer has required that all of us have your language mapped permanently into our brains, but I have had little opportunity to use the language yet. My brain knows what I need to say, but sometimes my tongue has difficulty making the proper sound.”