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Being a firefighter is a tough, demanding job. It is tough and demanding on the firefighter himself, but it is also tough and demanding on the firefighter’s marriage. I should know, I am the product of a marriage that did not make it.
My name is Tina, and I am sixteen years old at the time of my writing this story. My mom and dad got divorced two years ago, after fifteen years together. I live with my father because the court told me I could choose who I wanted to live with.
It wasn’t always bad–Dad told me stories about how the two of them met when they were in college. He was working at the University Fire Department and going for his degree in Fire Science. She was working as a barista in one of the school’s coffee bars while working on her own degree in childcare.
They met and fell in love, getting married soon after they graduated. Dad got a job with the city fire department here in Phoenix, Arizona, and Mom was planning on opening up a daycare center when she found out she was going to have one of her own to care for.
I remember my childhood was pretty good. Sure Dad was gone a lot at work, but I was proud of what my dad did for a living and on those times when he was home, we all enjoyed being a family. And yes, the department did take him away and he missed out on some important milestones… my first word, my first steps, and more than a couple of school plays.
But we all knew he would have been there if he could. He was there for a lot of things. He was there on my first day of school, he was there on every birthday and Christmas, and he was there to teach me how to drive. So it wasn’t like he was an absentee dad or anything. A lot of the kids I went to school with had it a lot worse.
But as time went on, I could see changes in Mom and Dad’s relationship. Mostly on Mom’s side since I spent more time with her. Dad’s absence and Mom having to deal with things began to wear on her.
She would have to deal with the bills, the servicemen, and many of the other things that most dads would take care of. She had to be both Mom and Dad for me growing up a lot of the time. And I could see how that could be tough.
But she knew what my dad was when she married him, and she knew what she was getting into. It’s not like he just all of a sudden became a firefighter… hell, he was a firefighter when she met him! And I did what I could to help out around the house. As soon as I was old enough to help, I began pitching in and doing what I could to help out.
I guess it just got to be too much for her, though. I guess she got tired of sleeping alone, and she got tired of having everything on her shoulders when Dad was gone at work.
Shortly after my 14th birthday, Dad came into my bedroom one night as he tucked me in. I always loved when he was home and would come in and tuck me into bed, kissing my forehead, and telling me how much he loved me. But this night was different. I could sense something was troubling him as he tucked my blankets in nice and tight, the way I liked them.
“Daddy, what’s wrong? You seem awful quiet tonight at dinner and even now,” I said, concerned.
“Angel, I need to tell you something…” he started. Right then I knew this was something serious, and I sat up in bed.
“What is it, Daddy? What’s wrong?” I said, scared of what could be bothering Daddy so much. My father was a big strong man and he was tough as nails. The other firefighters called him “Tink” as a nickname because our last name is Tinkerton, but everyone knew that when something needed to be done, he was the man to call to do it. So whatever this was it must be terrible to have gotten to him like this.
“Honey, your mom is leaving me. She says she wants a divorce. She says that she can’t live like this anymore. That she wants someone who can be there for here all the time, not some part-time husband. She is moving out and getting her own place until the divorce is settled,” he said.
I will never forget the look in my fathers face that night if I live to be 100 years old. Telling me this news crushed him and seemed to take the life out of him. Some of the other firefighters would tell me stories when I visited the fire station, of how Dad would kick down doors and bust through walls if he needed to get into a room to save someone.
How he could carry any one of them over his shoulder and still manage a firehose if he had to to get them out. And yet, the news of Mom wanting to leave him and get a divorce cut him down as if he had been hit by a runaway freight train.
I stared at my father for several seconds, trying to process this news. “No Daddy, please!” I cried when it finally hit me what he was saying, “Please make her stay!”
“I wish I could, honey. Your mom and I talked about this practically all night last night, but she is firm about it. She said that she can’t deal with this arrangement anymore. She said that she is tired of doing everything on her own. I guess I can’t blame her, I haven’t been much of a husband… or a father, either.”
“Daddy, you have been the best father a girl could want! You have kept food in our cupboards, clothes on our backs, and a roof over our heads. Sure you have to work, and work takes you away from home a lot, but that’s what being a firefighter is about. You can’t very well fight fires from home, you know!” I said as I threw my arms around Daddy’s neck.
The next four or five months were tough… on everyone. Mom did move out, despite Dad and me pleading with her and trying to convince her to stay. I quickly became the ping-pong ball in the situation, bouncing between the two of them.
When Dad was home, I was with him; when he worked, I stayed with Mom. And while Dad never said a bad word about Mom, she didn’t extend him the same courtesy. I would hear about how Dad “Always left her with this crap to deal with.” As for me, I was just plain miserable. I loved them both, and I just wanted us to be a family again.
But that was just not to be, and the day I had dreaded for the past six months had finally arrived. Mom, Dad, and I met at the Maricopa County Superior Court. It was kind of appropriate that it was one of the coldest November days on record–in the low 50’s that day, gray and drizzly and a miserable day to be outdoors.
But the weather was the least of my problems that day. I could have been happy being anyplace else on earth than to be sitting there in the courthouse on that day for that reason.
The judge looked over the paperwork to make sure everything was in order. Mom sat on one side with her lawyer, and Dad sat with me on the other side. It was Dad’s time to be with me, and I had come to the courthouse with him. Besides, Mom had someone to support her, but Dad was there on his own. So I sat with him and we leaned on each other to get through this nightmare.
“Well, everything seems to be in order here. You know, this is a part of my job as district court judge that I really hate. Not only is it the end of what was once a very beautiful thing I’m sure, but it is also something that will scar and stay with this young girl for the rest of her life,” he said, pointing to me. “I do hope the two of you realize this. Divorce never is just about who can’t live with who. It always affects others as well… there is always collateral damage.”
“Yes, Your Honor,” they both said.
“Very well then, if there are no other concerns to deal with, I hereby decree you, Miss Andrews, and you Mr. Tinkerton to be divorced. Now we only have one more matter to attend to–the care of this young girl. I understand you are fourteen years old, am I right?” he asked me.
“Yes, Your Honor. I am fourteen as of last May,” I replied, very meek and very scared.
“Well according to the State of Arizona, you aren’t quite of legal age just yet. So until you reach your sixteenth birthday, there will be shared custody between both parents. I will leave up to the two of you to work out a plan that is agreeable to you both, and we will take up the custody hearing in, shall we say, two weeks?” the judge said.
“Yes, Your Honor,” Mom and Dad both said.
“Very well, until two weeks from today at this same time, the court is adjourned,” he declared with a rap of his gavel.
After court, Mom and her lawyer went off in one direction, and Dad and I went back home. It was a quiet drive home with neither of us saying anything. Dad was too torn up to talk, and I didn’t have any idea what I could possibly say to make things any better. We went home and I helped Dad to his chair. I sat him down and brought him a soda.
“Dad, you just sit here. I’ll fix us something to eat,” I told him, as I kissed him on the forehead.
“Thanks, Angel. You are a good girl,” he said, turning on the television. I went into the kitchen and put a couple of pizzas into the oven to bake while I set the table. When the pizzas were done, I called him in to eat and we ate our pizzas quietly, not saying a whole lot. Today had been a horrible day, and we just wanted to get through it as quickly as we possibly could.
I went to bed early that night, and Dad came in to tuck me in as usual. Only this wasn’t usual. He tucked me in and kissed my forehead, then turned to leave as he normally does. But he stopped after a couple of steps and came back to set on the edge of my bed.
“Honey, I am so glad you were there with me today. If it hadn’t been for your help I don’t think I would have made it through today. You were wonderful and I love you so much,” he said, taking my hand as he spoke.
My heart broke as he said this. I knew Daddy loved me–I never doubted that for a minute. But to have him say it the way he did and looking the way he looked… I knew his whole world was crumbling around him. And for as much as he did to help others in their time of need, there was nothing I could think of to make it all better for him.
It was almost six months before the next wrinkle in this story occurred. About three weeks before my fifteen birthday, I came home from school to see Dad in a rather heated argument with someone on the telephone. It didn’t take long to figure out that Mom was on the other end of this conversation.
As I walked in, Dad covered the receiver of the phone and quietly told me to go to my room for a bit. He obviously didn’t want me hearing him argue with Mom. So I went into my room and turned on my TV.
It wasn’t unusual anymore for Mom and Dad to be arguing. I had gotten used to their fighting with each other. I didn’t like it, but it was a fairly common thing since the divorce. I didn’t pay much attention to it so long as it only concerned them.
What I hated was being put in the middle of it. Dad didn’t do it, but Mom continued to rag on Dad whenever I was there with her, telling me how hard she had it thanks to him and how she had to take care of things he should be doing.
As time went on I wanted to spend more and more time with Dad. At least with him, it was fun and there was less fussing and less bad feelings. He never talked bad about Mom, he never complained about how things turned out. He just made the time we spent together as happy as he could.
This time things were a little different, though. Even through my closed door and with the T.V. going, I could hear Dad yelling at Mom. I tried shutting it out, but I also wanted to know what was going on. I had already been blindsided with the divorce, and I wasn’t going to be caught unawares again.
So I sat there with the TV between me and the bedroom door. When Dad was finished, he would come in and I would find out what this was all about.
It took about forty five minutes before it got quiet in the living room and I heard Daddy walking down the hall to my room. I shut the TV off and waited for him. The door opened and Daddy walked in quietly, pulling the desk chair up to the side of my bed and sitting down.
“What’s going on, Daddy?” I asked him bluntly “I know that was Mom on the other end of the phone. I could hear you even in here.”
“Yes Angel, that was your mother. It seems as though she has herself a new boyfriend and she was telling me she is going to be moving to Montana someplace to start a ranch or something. She was calling to tell me she is willing to grant me full custody as long as I don’t press for child support. Basically, honey, she is giving you to me and doesn’t want to be hindered with a child.”
He looked at my expression and saw something there because he took my hand and pulled me close. “I guess I can tell you now…” he started. I knew something was coming that I didn’t want to know about, so I steeled myself for what he was about to say.
“Your mother has been sleeping around for a long time–long before the divorce. She started seeing this guy named Michael for a while, then they broke up when he got a new girlfriend that didn’t have so many ‘complications’. Then she found some guy named Paul and hooked up with him for almost a year.
"But he had to leave because of a job transfer. Now there is someone named Steven that she is hanging around with. He is the guy who wants to take her to Montana, but he wants to have her to himself–without a kid hanging around to cramp his style, apparently.
"So your mother had a choice to make and decided she wanted to have fun and avoid her responsibility. I’m so sorry honey. You know I have tried not to speak ill of your mother, but this just shows you what she thinks of the two of us,” he said, looking down. He kept his head down, looking at my little hand in his.
But what Daddy didn’t realize, was that this worked out wonderfully for me! I put my other hand on top of his and he looked up at me, a little confused.
“Daddy, I am glad that Mom is going away with this other guy. It will just make what I was going to do anyway happen sooner. You see, I will be sixteen next year and the judge said on my sixteenth birthday, I would be old enough to choose who I want to live with permanently.
"Well, I was going to choose to stay here with you. I love Mom, but I can’t stand to hear how she talks about you when I am there. I am always so happy when I am here and I’m not happy when I’m with Mom. I always feel like I am in the way there, and now I guess I was.
"But her choice to move away and give me to you full time makes it so I don’t have to choose. I hope she is happy with this other guy in Montana… I am perfectly happy being here with you,” I said, as I kissed him on the cheek.
As I pulled back I saw my daddy’s eyes tear up and overflow, a single teardrop running down each cheek before he turned his head to wipe them away. He didn’t want me to see him cry, but I had already seen it many times in the last several months since the divorce. I was glad though, that this time the tears he shed were tears of happiness, instead of sorrow.
“Oh, Angel… you have been such a strong girl through all of this. I know this has been hard on you–it’s been hard on us all. I really don’t think I would have gotten through it if it hadn’t been for you honey,” he said, as he pulled me close to him. I couldn’t have been happier.
Our relationship only grew deeper and stronger from that point forward. I would help him when he was home, and on the days he had to pull duty at the station, I stayed home alone and took care of the house. We had a couple of neighbors nearby that I could go to if I needed help.
Mrs. Kramer, a very nice and very sweet older lady lived next door to us, and Mr. Collins, a man Dad’s age I guess, lived across the street. So I had plenty of people I could call if I needed something or if I had a problem at home. And of course, I always had Daddy I could call if things were really bad, but I was determined to show him I was big enough to take care of myself.
Dad and I did pretty well too, all things considered. He would go off to work for his twenty-four hour shift every other day and then after two weeks, he would have three days off in a row. It was kind of hard to understand, so he made me a wall calendar with his work shifts, which I kept on the refrigerator door. That way I would know when he was to work and when he was going to be home.
Things progressed as things do, and before long spring then summer passed and it was time to think about starting school again. Because I was held back a year in junior high, this was my year to start high school, a year later than normal. I was excited to start high school too.
I looked at it as a fresh start. Mom had left us and was living in Montana now, so it was just Dad and me, and starting high school was a good way to wash away the past and start off with a clean slate.
One night, a couple of weeks before school was to start, Dad came into my room as he did every night when he was home. He sat on my bed and I could tell he wanted to talk to me about something.
“I know your mother was looking forward to doing this with you, but she is not here anymore. So how would you like it if your old man took you shopping for some new school clothes since you are starting high school now?” he asked.
“Um… yeah sure,” I said, a bit hesitantly.
“Well, I was thinking that maybe you and I could make a day of it. Maybe go to lunch after shopping followed by a trip to the beauty salon so you could do your hair and nails… sort of a mini-spa kinda thing. What do you say, want to go on a date with your Dad?” he said, smiling broadly.
I couldn’t believe it! “Yes!! Oh Daddy, yes I would love to! Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I said, throwing myself at him so hard we both fell to the floor, laughing and giggling. I rolled up on top of him kissing his face rapid-fire until he physically lifted me up away from him.
“Okay, Okay, Okay!” he said, laughing “I get it - you’re happy! Now get off your old man before you break me!”
I got up and got back into bed so he could tuck me in and kiss me goodnight. I smiled up at him “I can hardly wait for our date!” I told him happily, and I fell into a blissful, contented sleep.
It was a few days later, the following Saturday, that was to be our “date.” I woke up that morning and almost leaped out of bed, I was so excited. Daddy was still asleep, so I went ahead and got dressed so I wouldn’t waste any time. Finally, as I waited for him downstairs, I heard him get up and go into the bathroom.
While Daddy showered, I set about starting to make breakfast. He had said he was taking us out to lunch so I knew I didn’t have to make anything too elaborate, but I still wanted to show him I appreciated this day with him and show him I could take care of things.
So I made us some eggs, toast, fresh-squeezed orange juice and bacon. Daddy likes his bacon a bit on the soft side, while I like mine crispy. I had just finished setting the table when Dad came around the corner.
“Something sure smells good!” he said.
“Yep, I made us some breakfast. Sit down and I’ll serve it up for you,” I said smiling. Dad and I ate our breakfast and I couldn’t quit grinning… today was going to be one of those days a girl remembers for her whole life!
As soon as breakfast was done I went to put the dishes in the dishwasher. “Forget the dishes for now, honey. I know how anxious you are to get going, so you run upstairs and get yourself all dolled up for our date. I’ll take care of these dishes,” he said giving me a playful swat on the butt. I gasped and then turned to give him a flirty little smile and then ran up the stairs as quick as I could.
I came back down about ten minutes later. I had gotten dressed in my mid-thigh length, off the shoulder style, black dress with lace around the neckline and around the bottom hem. It was very loose and flowing from the waist down and it made me feel very grown up and sexy while making Daddy happy that I wasn’t too provocative!
I was also wearing a pair of strappy six-inch heeled dress sandals. As I came into the living room where Daddy was waiting for me, I saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop.
“I’m ready Daddy!” I chimed. But he just stood there not able to move or speak. I thought he might make me go change into something not quite so grown-up.
“Don’t you like my outfit Daddy?” I asked him.
“I’m sorry for staring, honey, but you look so… beautiful! I guess I just never realized how big my ‘little girl’ was getting!” he said when he finally found his voice. Of course, that was the perfect thing to say at that moment!
“Thank you, Daddy. I was afraid you wouldn’t like it since it is a bit grown up,” I said.
“Well, no Daddy likes to see his baby girl grow up. It makes us feel old and worn out. But it is nice to see that you have turned into such a beautiful young woman. At least I have that,” he told me.
“Oh Daddy, you aren’t old or worn out! You are still just as handsome as you’ve ever been!” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek.
“Thanks, sweetheart, I’m glad you think so. Now are you ready to go?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I said. He offered me his arm and I slid mine inside and we left for our date.
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The kiss was deep; we wrapped ourselves around one another tilting our faces, searching lips, tongues meeting like swords of flame. I covered her face with soft but urgent kisses, she could hardly breath while her hands slid up and down my strong back, her legs pulling me closer until she can feel my rock hard cock pressed against her pussy and my clit. Her arms found their way around my neck and she pulled me even closer her hips pressing against mine; her breaths came in short spurts; our...
I stood by the DJ booth overlooking the crowd searching for my best friend, Koeda, who had disappeared at least ten minutes earlier. He was the only person I knew here and I wanted to stay by his side all night. He had always been my comfort, my wingman, my bodyguard. And now he was gone. Damn. I hopped down from the stage into the pit of sweating teens and worked my way across the park to the opposite end of the small meadow where the trees hid the only bathroom the public place had to...
A slender and obviously naked female figure stood in the early dawn light some distance away. As he gazed at her, she raised her arms and was suddenly surrounded with a backdrop of huge wings. She stepped forward, her wings folding behind her, the tips dragging on the ground. Then Jake was standing, breathless, in front of her, holding her face in his hands. The image of her face was crystallized by the tears that flooded his eyes. ‘Miss me?’ she asked, smiling up at him and running a...
She stopped talking and looked around at the surface of the building. ‘There should be an alarm or a bell or something – a button to push,’ she thought, looking around the entranceway. “Please state your name for voice identification,” a voice said, coming out of the wall. ‘There’s nothing there!’ Beth shrieked in Béla’s mind. ‘Stop yelling! It’s only a machine!’ “Wilson, Béla,” Béla said, speaking at the wall. After a second, the latch clicked inside the door. It opened...
‘We should go down to the arborium!’ Beth cried in Béla’s mind. ‘One last time, Sister!’ An anxious lust accompanied her thought. They teleported down to the arborium to see what they could find to use on each other. There was nothing left except the bows and a few arrows, several hatchets and some rusted, bloody knives. They had used up absolutely everything else. There were shell casings everywhere, but no guns. As the weapons were emptied, one or the other of the sisters had simply...
Béla was starving from regenerating after yesterday’s grueling games, so she got up and staggered unsteadily over to the cooler. As she picked out several pieces of fruit and noticed there were no meat packs (Damn! Beth must have eaten the last one), she remembered the fun she and her sister had throwing hatchets and knives at each other. It all started yesterday (was it morning?) when they woke up after having dream-walked to earth and found this really neat sporting goods store, with...
In fact, unlike New Eden, Deimos wasn’t really round at all. It had been made to look like an asteroid, like their long abandoned, failed, first attempt to create a base station – the now defunct Phobos Project. Construction had almost been completed when an actual asteroid had struck the project, caving in one entire side of the station and causing the loss of over a hundred lives as its internal atmosphere vented into empty space. ‘We’re on our way to Earth!’ Béla thought excitedly to...
‘I can’t think with her here!’ he realized frantically. ‘She’ll make me forget anything I try to figure out. I’ve got to get away!’ He remembered that he always kept his flyer equipped for backpacking. There was a tent, a bedroll and canned supplies for several days. He took the stairs down two and three at a time, jumping over the final railing. Opening what looked like a closet door under the stairwell, he trotted down the next set of stairs into the underground garage where he kept his...
Often, his dreams of Béla were of them making love in the sand, like on the night she revealed to him that she was a vampire. Sometimes, in his dream, they would be floating in a bright white room, swimming through the air doing silly summersaults and making love in crazy, impossible positions. A couple of times, several years ago, they were floating in a vast chamber with the ground a hundred miles beneath them. The ground bent impossibly around them to become a green and brown sky,...
‘It might be Frank and Tanya coming to visit,’ he thought, smiling to himself. Since he had retired and the company awarded him his own desert domicile, they had started coming by for a visit at least once a year (they’d been there twice). On their last visit, they had brought their oldest daughter Alicia and her middle-aged husband. The cabin had been full of excess motion and exuberant life for the two days they had stayed. Jake wondered if they were bringing someone with them this...
Jake had been retired since 2080, almost two years now. He thought back on his hundred and twelve years of life. He had seen the Third World plight end as the Semitic races, each full of unreasoning hatred for the other, destroyed themselves in nuclear fire. Now, their precious oil fields and fabulous monuments to their historic faiths were a radioactive wasteland. Humankind had not only destroyed Béla, it had also destroyed the race that had been her human half. (That actually wasn’t true;...
The stark, cramped, utilitarian architecture which comprised most of the interior of Deimos was severely depressing after spending most of the last year ‘outside’ in an artificial forest traveling through space. Her father, however, was… breathing easy; actually happy to be home. In this plain, inartistic environment, Sibilius radiated contentment. He felt free of the stress of his position as Regent for the first time in several years – at least for the first time since Béla and her...
She sat up and gazed down at her sister. Beth (Is that old husk really you?) was still in a deep sleep, not having moved since she was ’ported to the bed. Her body was still warm, so she wasn’t dead… Her mind was tightly closed against everyone, even in her sleep. Béla slid off the bed table, being careful not to jar her sleeping sister. She felt so incredibly weak! The lemonade was tepid, but she didn’t care. She poured some into a container and sipped it carefully, realizing her body...
‘I wish I could straddle my legs around this great gun and fire it up my insides,’ Beth thought erotically into her sister’s mind. She’d just finished carving up several large, threatening rocks into little pieces of gravel. Striking an asteroid with the superheated laser quite often shattered the target into thousands of smaller pieces. ‘Sometimes I feel like I want to be out there when one of those rocks explode, perforating my body with hundreds of sharp little shards,’ Beth...
Béla disappeared to go haunt Jake. That’s what Beth began calling it when she realized that humans had a strange way of not accepting data acquired in their dream state. The single exception she knew of, of course, was her busty blond friend, Tanya. ‘I ought to return her gun,’ Beth thought as she dream-walked into the arborium carrying her bag of arrows. She saw that her sister had already dropped off the elaborate-looking bows and left again. Mentally searching around for the little...
‘I thought you might like a more comfortable place to sleep,’ Beth chuckled into her sister’s mind. ‘Burnt out flares are so uncomfortable to lie on…’ Béla looked down between her legs. They were still healing. She realized she must have passed out and sat down directly onto the incendiary device while it burned itself out. She hoped she healed quickly because all that fresh, new flesh was already tingling and begging for attention. Deep burns were the hardest wounds to heal because it...
I implore you not to try this at home. Actually doing things like this *WILL* kill you! And, it's really, really messy... I almost didn't post this chapter because of the amount of violence Beth does to herself, but the last time, when I cut back on my original writings and left out a scene when Jake and Béla were at her cabin because I thought it was just 'too f--king gross', someone actually suggested the exact gory scene that I cut - which was 'why doesn't Jake just poke her full...
~~~~~ 'I am Diana, the mighty huntress,' Beth thought excitedly to herself as she crept through the bushes, careful not to make any sound, carrying her homemade bow in one hand with an arrow notched in it. Her sister, Béla, was a passing traveler, making camp for the night. It was her turn to be stealthily crept up on, murdered and robbed. Béla could feel her sister sneaking up behind her. Béla was pretending to be a normal human, with no special powers to protect her. She felt...
I hope you enjoy it, anyway. ~~~~~ ‘It’s about time! I thought you’d never go to sleep!’ Elaine laughed cheerfully. ‘And who’s this whore you’re sleeping with, anyway?’ Elaine sat back, grinning mischievously at the two naked brunettes sleepily rousing themselves up to determine what the commotion was. Béla groaned, then asked her pesky sister, ‘Don’t you have a service to conduct, or something? Why is it that every time we aren’t together, you won’t let me sleep?’ ‘I already...
What do you mean, 'That's a lot of chapers'? It's a long trip, and they're gonna need a snack... (Whoops! Wrong story... Sorry about that!) It's a long trip and the two vampire girls have to keep each other entertained, after all... So, for my six sick fans - Enjoy the story as my two favorite vampire girls get to know each other really well over the next few chapters... ~~~~~ Béla decided to go directly to the Bridge as soon as she dropped by her quarters for something to...
Elaine and Béla were on Béla’s big four-poster bed. It had been almost two years since Béla had announced her intention to return to Earth when the great ship high above them departed. ‘I already miss you,’ Elaine thought sadly to her sister. ‘You will leave a big hole in my life until you return.’ She knew, deep inside, that there was disaster ahead for all of them, but somehow she understood that her sister would find a way to return from her doomed home world. Something had changed...
Jolene flew over an abandoned homestead that had been left untended two years ago when the last homesteaders had died of the plague before her arrival. This parcel of land could be awarded out to some deserving soul or family the next time she held court in her new Goddess’ Temple. It would be viewed as a magnanimous gesture of good will, she hoped. Jolene was not very popular, although she was as fair-minded as any other goddess who held her own court. But people remembered that it was...
The Great Bard had convinced the farmers who had worked on the university foundation last summer to start on the brick walls, but now they were gone, attending to their own plowing and planting. Béla had just found out that the university’s Praetor wouldn’t be shipped until the first section was complete. She had planned to use the Praetor to study the history of New Eden and the series of events that led to its creation. There were things she was convinced she needed to know. She had...
‘Now they can get that damned carrier out of my back yard!’ she thought, her body still excited from her short, freezing flight. The small transport had arrived powered by the last of the infrared rays emitted by the southern sun and what was left in the carrier’s storage battery during the first week of darkness. The infrared rays weren’t powerful enough here at the equator to enable it to return to Southern. It had barely enough power to land without crashing. The pilot, a member of the...
Various passers-by, noticing an obviously religious rite being performed by their goddess, stopped to see what was happening. Word spread quickly and a large crowd gathered around her in a very short time. The goddess was chanting a simple prayer in ancient Sumarian, a dead language no one around her knew. It was the chanting that was important, not the understanding. The understanding would come later. Where she stood was important to the understanding. Before her was the blackened...
Béla awoke with a start. The curtained canopy overhead told her she was in her own bed at the manor. She looked down at herself. Her belly was smooth with fresh, new skin. Remembering what she looked like before, Béla realized that someone had done a really good job of cleaning her up. She felt squeaky-clean. Béla twisted and stretched to get more comfortable. She didn’t remember the bed being this lumpy. More awake now, she looked to see what was underneath her. The lumpy thing she was...
“The transformation from day to night is phenomenal,” Jeff told her animatedly. “You can actually see a lot farther around at night than you can when it’s all lit up by a sun. There are lights everywhere!” Béla looked down at the foundation of the new university on the other side of the hedge wall. The construction was going to take four years; one section each year. The foundation for the first section was already complete. In the last five weeks, construction had been occurring at...
As the craft drew closer, a long chain was thrown over the side and struck the ground. A brilliant flash lit up the landscape around the craft as it was grounded against the inner surface. At this time of year, the inner surface of New Eden was highly charged with electrons. As the hollow moon orbited across the face of Jupiter, it collected energy from the sun and radiation from Jupiter in its metal skin. This energy would power machinery and provide light and heat for the continuance of...
It had been a slow, lazy month since Béla’s judgement ended her month-long nightmare of mind-ripping interrogation by the Praetor. After all that mental torment, she still had difficulty believing it was over. Not only was she free, but the Praetor had determined that the ‘individual presently known as Béla was a random Quantum factor necessary to the survival of civilization. As such, her unimpeded…’ Béla didn’t remember all the elocutionary terms the Praetor had used, but her...
Over the last month, the daughters of Sibilius had gone down to the surface and, following Béla’s example of representing themselves as goddesses, successfully eradicated the wasting disease that had decimated over half the population of New Eden. The goddesses now represented authority on the inner surface and had the mundane duty of dispensing justice against any violators of the accepted civil codes, which they decided to leave unchanged to insure political stability. Within a week of...
The Great Bard Geoffrey was having considerable difficulty working his goddess’ sexual appetites into his understanding of her divinity. Béla wasn’t concerned about whether or not he would work it out. Jeff was incredibly imaginative. Besides, she hadn’t had any trouble instigating a ritual spring orgy among the druids when she had lived among them… It wasn’t really her fault if they turned it into a ritualistic sexual sacrifice – but blood does make a really good fertilizer… To have...
Jeff gave Béla some of Greta’s clothes to wear. Surprisingly, they fit. Béla considered herself extremely petite and was hoping the clothing Jeff offered would be too baggy to wear. Then she could have convinced him to let her run naked; at least between settlements. They both explored the storage room, separating out what they wanted to take with them. They only needed the basics – a backpack for each of them, a bedroll for each pack, spare clothing and an ice pack for carrying...
That brought her mind back to the ship, their new home, and her father. No one had ever named the great ship or the hollow moon she floated in. Béla realized that a telepathic race would have no need to name objects and things; they simply projected images to each other. She suspected that her father was simply patronizing her when he had allowed her to name their great venture. Moving her wings slightly, she rolled and looked ‘down’ in another direction. There was a small town far below...