Alien Abduction Part 3
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Sometimes things happen that are planned and organised and predictable. Sometimes not. This was not. When Sackville (my name for ‘him’ - my main alien minder; his real name was unpronounceable with a single tongue flap) told me how I now had infra-red vision I just thought ‘that’s great’; you know, all the usual stuff about seeing through women’s clothes, that kind of puerile stuff. Not saying I didn’t learn to do it, just that, well, with sex on tap on this world, it wasn’t really necessary to see what a girl looked like. They’d get their kit off for me if I so much as sneezed.
But then this woman, Meracklin s’Diambentato, about 30, is beamingly happy with a big bump at the front. She’d persuaded her husband’s brother to ‘do the dirty’ with her. Her husband told me how he had tried and tried and just got so close once or twice. At first his cock would just look at the naked female form and shrivel away and die. So they tried it in the dark. He told me all this like he was describing back ache or something. They tried it in the dark but still, as soon as his erection found itself near the naked receptacle designed for his sperm, he just couldn’t go through with it. Twice he got really close, but each time, as he entered his beloved – and he was totally in love with her, besotted so he was – he just spewed up on her. How she tolerated that I don’t know. I know a guy who was blotto and vomited on his girl. She never, ever, spoke to him again. Even when she married my best friend she still wouldn’t talk to me; no, no, I mean him, wouldn’t talk to HIM.
Anyway, they stayed together. His willingness to try so hard endeared him to her. His brother was a little more resilient, having forced himself to make a couple of children by the biological insemination method (and one with a spoon of semen inserted... ), and he was asked to help. Seems proper sex was regarded by some as lucky for producing good babies – which of course means boy babies in this world (like in ours in some places). As was proven (to them) by the fact that the spoon-fed semen one was a girl and the other two were boys. So he had sex twice with his husband’s wife and they were all grateful and she got pregnant. Had they tried the other methods, I asked? Oh yes, some. But it was definitely felt that the best approach was human to human transfer. The husband – Timu – told me that if I’d been on the scene he would have begged me to have a go, even though they were minor nobles. He said he would have offered me all his fortune. Well, I wasn’t there, so it wasn’t relevant.
Meracklin went into labour and it was clear there was a problem apparently. Her midwives said it was a god-event. That means there’s a problem and we don’t know what it is. Men were kept out of course, (of course? Well, yes, male eyes on female birth wasn’t really approved of, but in any case men wouldn’t have been able to view such detailed things as bloody vaginal birth without being confirmed in the idea that the whole sex thing was disgusting) but I happened to be outside and I looked through the window. The curtains were pulled for privacy, but I could focus through them. I managed to focus in on the baby. It was a long way away for my infra-red eyes and focussing was hard, so I couldn’t see what the problem was, but I suddenly realised that I might be able to help. There was something stopping the baby moving, moving down the birth canal I mean, it was moving quite a lot. Clearly it was quite alive and very distressed. If I blundered in and couldn’t help they’d probably kill me, but supposing I could help?
So I washed my hands and face, don’t know why, no-one else was doing anything to be sterile; and then I just boldly walked past the people at the door. They weren’t guards exactly, just wardens of some kind. Tradition for well-born types I understand; from the old days when swapping out a girl for a boy (or was it the other way round?) was a fear. They assumed I had been asked, because otherwise it stands to reason I wouldn’t have gone in. I was this strange outsider where the normal rules of propriety didn’t apply. Inside, the midwives looked up and looked like someone had suggested the Madonna was a sexual predator; it was such a non-PC thing to do. Meracklin was too far gone already to care who was there.
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