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Wednesday, June 30, 1971
"What's cooking?" I asked Karla as I wandered by the galley.
"Enchilada casseroles. I made them up yesterday. Now all I have to do is open some refried beans and some nachos and salsa."
"Need any help?"
"Nah, I've got it. You wouldn't happen to know how many we have on board, would you?"
"About twenty-nine or thirty, I think. However, we did pick up a new passenger today."
"Let me guess. It's a beautiful young girl, right?"
"You're good," I told her.
"Like shooting fish..." she laughed.
Since Karla seemed to have everything in control, I next wandered back to the parlor of my new sleeping car. While it wasn't as lavish as mine, still, it was nice. It seems that this is where the adults were all congregated. When Jeff offered me a beer from the small refrigerator built into the cabinetry, I knew why.
"Are you going to the high school to register when we get to Tennessee?" John asked. "Remember, it was one of the terms of your emancipation."
"I guess so," I replied, "although, from a security standpoint, it might be easier to home-school."
"I did check into it, Michael. However, there does not seem to be many curriculums out there. It would take a lot of planning to try to do something at this late date. And with the triplets coming, I won't be able to teach the whole year," Debbie told me.
"I've already spoken to Mr. Baumgartner, the Principal. He's expecting you," John added.
"I guess that settles it. Speaking of going to school, do I have a car in Tennessee?"
"No. But I'm sure we could find you something. I think Liz has an old Pontiac Tempest. A '63 I believe. I'm sure you could use it until she gets back from Tapato in three years," John said with a grin.
"Thanks, Uncle John," I said as I stood. "But I think I'll look into my own mode of transportation when we get back from the islands." With that, I left before they could sabotage any more of my life.
The Guest Wing was a customized sleeping car that my great-grandfather had designed with eight staterooms that slept up to three each. There was a communal bathroom at one end, and a security room/infirmary at the other. At the moment, all eighteen girls were congregated there, running in and out of each other's rooms and all talking at once.
I passed through as quickly as I could with only minor stops to hug or kiss different ones. Finally, I made it to the rear car, the one my great-grandfather had named the Rowena, after my great-great-grandmother.
I was the only one in the car. I went to my own stateroom, which had originally been designed for the president, where I stripped and stepped into the shower.
I was toweling off when Ileana, Abby, and Shelby walked in without knocking.
"Shelby wants to ask you some more questions, Michael," Abby said as she flopped down on my berth.
"I figured that you would have told her everything she wanted to know by now," I said as I walked naked into my room. I went to the built-in chest and removed some boxers and shorts. I was going to have to go shopping to replenish my stock of t-shirts tomorrow.
"I take it that nudity isn't a big deal to you all," Shelby said.
"When you live with this many women, in quarters as cramped as these, it doesn't make sense to get too upset about it," I told her.
"We haven't explained the 'no privacy' thing to her yet," Ileana said.
"No privacy?" Shelby asked.
Both Abby and Ileana looked to me. They were wondering how far I would go.
"Shelby, what do you need to finish your story?" I asked.
Shelby looked at her notes. "I have the story about how you met the princesses from Ileana, but can you tell me why you were at the nude ranch?"
"Oh. That's easy. We were hiding out from the Russians. They had just killed my parents and put me in the hospital, in a coma. The CIA was afraid they would try again," I told her.
"You're kidding!" she said.
"Shelby, I don't lie. I may avoid answering your questions, but if I do answer them, I'll tell you the truth."
"You're unbelievable!" she said. "Everyone knows that boys lie. Especially when it comes to getting into girl's panties."
I quickly connected all the girls, including Shelby, and told them, "Shelby thinks that I have to lie to get in your panties."
"Michael DOESN'T lie!" said Candy.
"No way!" said Jenny.
"Why did she say that?" asked Rose.
"Michael wouldn't ever lie!" said Eve.
"Michael can lie to me ... if it will get him in my panties," Julie said with a giggle.
"Can Shelby hear this, Michael?" Hanna asked.
"I don't understand! What's going on?" Shelby said out loud.
"I'll be right there!" Hanna said. "Where are you?"
"We're in my room, Hanna," I said.
"Why, Michael?" Hanna asked as she came through the door.
I just shrugged. I didn't bother to explain that I had a hunch and so I was conducting an experiment.
Hanna went immediately to the distraught reporter. She and Ileana then began trying to explain.
"He's an empath, dear. And why he told you about it is a mystery to us," Hanna said.
From there, they spent the next forty minutes trying to explain what I was. Until Karla called us for dinner. I left them still trying to explain.
I was just finishing up a piece of store-bought apple pie that Karla had warmed slightly and served with ice cream when Hanna came in. She took the seat across the table from me and just stared.
"That wasn't called for," she said sullenly.
"I was trying an experiment," I thought to her.
"An experiment?"
"Yeah. I wanted to see if I could make her overhear my thoughts. I guess it didn't work." I thought.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" Hanna asked. "She knows your secret and she's a reporter. She'll tell everyone. Then all of our lives will be forfeit. Did you think of that, Mr. Empath? Did you think about the fact that she'll tell everyone and then we'll all die?"
"I won't tell anyone. Only please, don't hurt me!" came the thought from Shelby's head.
"Shelby?" Hanna asked. "You can hear us?"
"I guess. I was sitting here with Ileana and I just overheard what Michael said about an experiment. Then I heard you say that if it got out, you could all be killed. I wouldn't want that," Shelby explained.
Hanna just stared at me incredulously. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," I told her. "C'mon. Let's go back to Ileana and Shelby and I'll try to explain."
"So, when you scanned her at the state department, you saw ... something in her mind. It looked just like our minds, so you thought you'd find out. Is that right?" Hanna summarized.
"Yes."
"And you connected her without telling her what was going on to see if she would respond?" Hanna continued.
"Yes."
"Well, now Mr. Smarty-Pants. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I didn't really believe it would work," I replied.
"You know that you can't let her go. Even if she promises, it's still bound to leak out," Hanna said.
"I know."
"Well, she can't stay with us. What about her family?" Hanna said. "And besides, she doesn't love you."
"Wait-a-minute! You're not aliens or something, are you?" Shelby asked.
"No. Narvenia's the only alien. That is if you don't count my security team that's in training," I said.
"MICHAEL!" Hanna cried. "Why don't you just tell her everything while you're at it!"
"You mean there's more?" Shelby asked. "I don't think I can take any more!" Then she started to cry.
"Now look what you've done. I hope you're proud of yourself!"
"WAIT!" Shelby said through her tears. "Did you say that Narvenia was an alien?"
"Yes."
"And that there are more aliens out there? On earth?" Shelby continued. "I'm with Hanna. Why did you tell me all this? You didn't have to. I mean, I could have done my story on you and probably have gotten a job, but now, I don't know what to do. I surely can't tell your story now, not without endangering your family. And Hanna's right, as hard as I try not to say anything, I might accidentally slip up. And I'd hate to think that I was the one that would be responsible for something bad happening to all of you."
"Shelby? How much does a good reporter make?" I asked.
"I don't know. Between twenty and thirty thousand, I'd guess. I know that a new reporter is lucky to make twelve their first year, even if they land a spot at the Times," she replied.
"Hanna, could you use some help on your project?" I asked. "Especially since you're getting married?"
"What do you mean?" Hanna asked. "Ohhh ... well, as a matter of fact, I have gotten behind lately because there are so many people in your life, and so much going on."
"Why don't you take Shelby and discuss it with her. Same conditions and I'll pay her the same thing I'm paying you."
Hanna thought for a minute, then jumped off the berth and grabbed Shelby by the hand.
"C'mon, girl. We have to talk!" Then she led her out of my stateroom.
After they were gone, Ileana looked at me. "I don't know how you do it. Was this just some elaborate interview? Did you already know that you were going to offer her a job? What did you see in her mind?"
"Tell you what. Take off all your clothes and we'll discuss it in bed," I told her using my most lecherous smile.
Thursday, July 1, 1971
The next morning, I awoke to all the early morning activity in Southern Railroad's Sevier Yard on the east side of Knoxville, Tennessee. Everyone else must have heard the activity as well because they were all stirring when I scanned.
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