Malan MothersChapter 15
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Enid expounded, "No, you misunderstand. Mother Narech is a mechanoid, built by the Personalia to look and act as a Malan mother, to give the babies instruction in a nurturing environment as close to the Malan norm as possible. If you imagine a robot made to look like a person, that is Mother Narech. She is semi-autonomous; connected all the time to The Personalia, but able to act independently. She is a lovely person, I am told, so don't think "robot", think "person".
"The children regard her with all the love a child views their mother. To them, Mother Narech IS Malan, even though by now they have been told she is a mechanoid. To meet her, you would never know she was anything other than a Malan lady, speaking perfect English."
Tom had gone off to his office, so Enid suggested, "Why don't we get to the school just before they finish for the day? The youngest get out first, so you may see the Malan children exiting from the school. Mother Narech will probably be there to escort them home, if they have not been invited to another child's house."
The two ladies, with Beatrice tagging along beside them, walked slowly to the school several blocks away. By the time they got there, Beatrice wanted lifted, so Jeannette offered to put her op on her shoulders for a ride. The little girl looked at her mother. "Mummy? Is it all right?" she asked. Enid said, "Fine, dear." And lifted her up behind Jeannette and sat her on Jeannette's shoulders. Jeannette griped the child's shoes, for stability, and Beatrice looked around in wonder at the world from so high up.
In the school, the first year class found that their normal class finished early, and their teacher asked for quiet. "Children I am going to play a piece of music, called "Dinah's Lullaby". I want you to listen carefully."
She gave a signal, and out of the class loudspeakers came a lilting song, being sung by four voices. The young children listened, fascinated, until it concluded.
Into the silence that followed, the teacher told them, "That song, children, was written and composed by a girl from THIS school."
There was a gasp from the youngsters, and she went on, "Yes, a girl who left this school within the last year. She and the singing group are now famous, and I can tell you, they all live in this colony, so you might meet up with them sometime.
"The reason I wanted you to hear this song, is to show you that living in a colony does not restrict what you can do with your lives. If you study hard at school, and learn as much as you can, there is NOTHING that you might not achieve in the future.
"I want to you to go home and think about that, boys and girls. Goodbye."
She gestured to them to exit the classroom.
The school entrance was framed by the school boundary chain link fencing. The Colony could not afford solid steel fencing, so this was the next best thing. Outside it stood the waiting mothers of young children. Jeannette and Enid arrived to join the crowd. Most of the ladies were pretty normal, but one lady stood out, as she was clearly not human. She was chatting with two other mothers.
No-one paid any special notice of her presence, so she was obviously a regular. Enid said softly, "Mother Narech."
There was some noise from the school doors, and a rush of children poured out, chattering ten to the dozen. As soon as a child spotted his or her mother, the child would run over to its mother, and she would check that they had everything they should have – schoolbag, coat, and sometimes hat – before leaving for home.
The mob of kids cleared slightly, and the ladies could now see the four Malans, who remained as a group. Jeannette noted that they were all in the same year, so were all of similar ages. Which one, if any, was hers? She watched as the Malans walked sedately to the gateway and greeted Mother Narech with a hug.
Jeannette wanted to run in and demand to know which was her baby, so she could get a hug, but common sense prevented her. There was nothing as yet to link her to them. Enid and she watched as Mother Narech gathered her brood, and shepherded them off towards wherever home was.
Enid surprised Jeannette by running over to Mother Narech and laying a restraining hand on her arm. "Mother Narech, could you and the children come to visit me some day soon? I have a visitor who would like to meet them."
Mother Narech looked at Enid, and said, "Mrs Enid Pfeiffer, I believe? I am sure that could be arranged, Enid. Shall I phone you about a date?"
Enid was startled at this recognition, then her brain reminded her that this was a Personalia mechanoid, complete with access to all the Colony personnel data. Of course Mother Narech would recognise her immediately. The four children turned to look at Enid, as if fixing her in their memories.
She agreed to Mother Narech's suggestion, and Enid returned to Jeannette, who had been standing with her burden sitting happily on her shoulders. At least, happy until Mummy started running away. Now she wanted her mother's arms. "Mummy!" She reached down, arms outstretched. Jeannette, with a pang that she did not expect, lifted the child down for her mother to lift.
Enid took the little girl and cuddled her to give reassurance. "There, there. Mummy is not going anywhere, Beatrice."
With the meeting over, and Jeannette having seen with her own eyes the four Malan children, they headed back to the Pfeiffer home. Jeannette was pleasantly surprised at the looks of the Malans. While not human, their general configuration was very human-like. Their coloration and minor variations in looks, especially in facial design and shape of ears, were all that stood out for her.
Whether their thinking was alien was another matter entirely; but surely if they could get along with human children, their brain activity could not be terribly different from the human norm.
This set of suppositions gave her some degree of relief. If her alien child could act and think like a human being, then to all intents and purposes it WAS a human being in her thinking. That made it more probable that she and it could be compatible, as a mother and child; but only IF the child was comfortable with having a human mother. She would have to find that out in the next few days. It was important to have some preparation for the meeting. How could she know which was her child? Would DNA identification work across the species barrier? She had no idea, not having the technical knowledge to apply to the question.
Enid noticed that the woman was deep in thought, and quietly asked, "Are you troubled, Jeannette? Can I help?"
Jeannette shook herself, and directed her attention to the other woman. "Sorry about that, Enid. I was not troubled; more planning ahead. I want to be able to say which child is mine, if mine actually survived to be here. I don't know if DNA profiling would work, with an alien child of a human mother."
"I see. Well, dear, we should ask the experts in such matters. The people that know most about Malans are The Personalia, so they are the ones who should know if a DNA match is possible. We can but ask, Jeannette."
"Can we wait until we see what Tom comes up with?" Jeannette asked.
"Sure. Do you like Tom, Jeannette?"
"He is a very nice guy, Enid. You are lucky to have him. I only had my Tom for a couple of years at the most. I still miss him. It was a shame we never had a baby. I don't know if it was him or me, or his sperm and my eggs just didn't click."
"is that why you are so keen to discover your first baby, even if it was an alien child?" Enid was being supportive in her query.
"I expect so. I haven't met a man since then that I like enough to marry, so my Malan child may be my only child."
"You mustn't think that way, Jeannette. You have to be optimistic about life. You may still find a man to marry, or least one that you want to have a child with."
"Perhaps. In the meantime, I still want to find my alien child."
They got back home, and as Beatrice was starting to droop, Enid decided it was time for the little girl's nap. Together, they prepared Beatrice for sleeping, and tucked her into her bed. It was a real bed, not a cot. Beatrice was proud of that transition from infant to little girl, as represented by her sleeping arrangements.
Jeannette looked down at the now sleeping Beatrice, tears starting to gather in her eyes. Enid observed this, and grasped her by the forearm, gesturing back to the lounge. Getting back there, Enid whispered to her, "If you want to cry, Jeannette, it is all right with me. Men wouldn't understand."
Jeannette hugged her tightly, and let the floodgates open as she sobbed. She slowed to a stop after a couple of minutes, and whispered to Enid, "I don't know why I am crying, Enid."
"You were looking down at Beatrice, and realising that you don't have beautiful little girl of your own, to love. It got to you, that's all, Jeannette."
"True. I think I was also realising again that I don't have a lovely man like Tom to love, either. You do, Enid. Love him well."
Jeannette discovered the extensive library that Tom and Enid had amassed. It was mostly books on the history of countries on Earth, and imported. Enid told Jeannette that Tom was trying to write a descriptive work on the planet Rehome, but he kept having to update what he had already written. Enid giggled, "He gets frustrated at the continual need to revise. I tell him that doing that, it would never get finished!"
Jeannette agreed. "I know. It is often best to set a deadline, and finish it on the deadline. I worked for a while for a publisher, and their major moan was authors who kept over-running their deadline, because they kept having to make another revision. You should just insist that Tom chooses a reasonable date to get the book finished." She had a thought: "Who is going to publish it? Someone on Earth, or on Rehome?"
"He is not sure. Rehome doesn't have a book publisher yet, so if he wanted it published here, he would have to get a smaller company here to take it on. The alternative is a company on Earth, and he is worried that they will make demands he cannot keep, or doesn't want to adhere to. He knows they won't understand a lot of what he says, and may want to cut important things that they know nothing about."
Jeannette remarked, thoughtfully, "If it is about Rehome, it ought to be published on Rehome. He is an editor, so knows the publishing business. Why doesn't he set up his own publishing company in Metropolis? He could publish a book on The Personalia: that could be titled, "Our friends from Space"; and then a book on each of the alien races mankind has encountered. There could even be a work on relations between the Colony and Earth. That could be interesting. The market would start with all the universities on Earth with political departments., then the politicians of Earth. There are sales to be made. He just needs to get authors lined up; people who have personal knowledge about each."
Tom grunted, "O.K., I can go with that idea, Enid. Jeannette, you have to collect your certificate of permanent residence if it is ready, and complete the setting up of your business today. Do you want a lift, or do you feel like a walk?" Jeannette checked her watch. "Give me five minutes, Tom, and I'll accept that lift. I will walk home, but I may come back via the shops, Enid. Anything you want me to get for you?" "Yeah. Look for a new bed for Usgar. He is swamped in an adult bed,...
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Fearn, if you would dispense the tea, and I pour the coffee, Nargo can assist with the milk jug. Right, girls?" Fearn and Nargo did a 'high five' and proceeded with their tasks, while the adults admired their dedication to these duties. As soon as the drinks were poured, Esme sent Nargo and Fearn to bring in the plates of scones, pancakes, and decorated cupcakes. Esme explained to her guests that while she had baked the scones last night, Fearn had done most of the pancakes and cupcakes...
"Good." Tom was emphatic about that. "We can talk with Enid before anything happens. She is my wife, and must have a full input into any such arrangement. Agreed?" She looked up with a small smile. "Agreed. I greatly admire Enid." They returned to Tom's office, where he had work to get dealt with. Jeannette thought she could work on her planning for the book publishing venture in his office. Tom's work would not distract her. Once she got absorbed in composing a document, she was...
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He gave in to nature. "If you want, Jeannette." He moved his hands on to her body, moving them to her breasts above him, as she had lifted herself to facilitate her movement. She started grinding against him, putting pressure on her clitoris as she moved back and forth against him. Tom did his best to not seem too enthusiastic, but his body insisted in participating in the natural movement of a man and woman. He found himself grunting as he jerked up to speed up his plunging into...
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The secret diary of tiny broken jadeNOTE: Below is a series of journal entries I found anonymously posted on the web. I do not know the author and I do not know if I have the right to publish those journals as my own, but I was fascinated by those journals, as they are almost mirror images of my own internal feelings and of my own existence. I edited some minor misspellings but left most of the content intact. I do not know how much of this is true, and how much more just the ramblings of a...
Susan and Garry had been lovers for fifteen years. Finally, they had been able to settle down together. After several years of living in the city, they eventually decided to move to the country to get away from city life. They settled in a small rural community where Susan could enjoy her love of horses and horse-riding and Garry could avail of his desire to coach his favourite sport. Garry had joined the local football club and soon had heard that one of the coaches was a notorious womaniser,...
Wife LoversJeff had thought that Ann would be waiting for him in the suite, probably wearing a new negligée. That, however, was not the way the women had planned Ann’s deflowering. That might suit a mere male, but that was not the way the women thought. I might have known it wouldn’t be that easy, he realized, eyeing the clothes that Diana had laid out on the bed for him. “Put the suit on, Jeff. Don’t even think about saying no.” “Why are you dressed up?” he asked, noting his wife’s new dress – at...
As usual, I woke early the next morning, and knowing Cath was in the lounge I tiptoed around getting my walking gear on, then went to creep through the lounge. But Cath wasn’t in her bed, it had been slept in though, so I wondered if she had gone down the beach for a walk already. Just to make sure, I opened the connecting door, to take a glance next door to check, and came face to face with a naked Cath creeping home. She covered her breasts with an arm and indicated to me to be quiet and not...
Group SexAgents Carla and Dorian scanned the folder on their desk. In just the past year, people with extraordinary powers had been appearing all over the world. "This is insane," Carla whispered. "Giants, invisible people, elementals, some of them are practically gods." "You think they'll turn against the organization?" Dorian asked. "Doubtful," Carla said. "They seem to be naked and very lustful. Most of our surveillance shows them having sex with people of similar powers." "Then they could be an...
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A few months ago we made an otherwise boring journey into London into an orgasmic pleasure. Let me explain a bit. We live about an hour from London by train; it’s one of those trains that stops every few minutes at each station along the route.My outfit for the day was just a pair of boots a coat and a smile. Other than that I was naked. I left the house like this and was going to be naked under my coat all day in London. We didn’t have any backup clothes for me to wear. This was it!We walked...
ExhibitionismI am a 66 year old man. Not the most handsome man but I do look like Santa Claus. I am out going and friendly. So I guess I appeal to a certain type of woman. I am 5’ 10” inches tall and I spend a fair amount of time out and about. I am married and have been for 42 years. My wife and I have an open relationship. She keeps telling me I should find a new model and replace her. I had something happen yesterday afternoon that I had to write about because it has happened a lot. I do all the...
You and Danielle walk out of the airport, greeted by the warm sun of Puerto Rico. You take a moment to enjoy the weather before calling a taxi. Danielle asks the driver to take them to the hotel. As you drive away from the airport, Danielle notices that you’re quite tired. “How’d you sleep?” she asks. “I didn’t,” you reply. “Really?” “Unfortunately, yes. You seemed to sleep just fine,” you say. “I sure did,” she says as she leans against you and rests her head on your shoulder. “You must be...
Oral SexHey guys! I am Sharath from Delhi. I am here to share a super erotic and unreal (at least to me) experience of how I lost my virginity to a girl whom I knew for the past many years but never met. If you guys are 90 born, you must have used Orkut. I connected with this girl in one of the groups on Orkut. She added me out of fun because her then-boyfriend name was also Sharath. And since this name was not quite common, she found it somewhat interesting. In 2006, I received the friend request of a...
Why all that damn fuss about turning seventy? Everybody expects you to be happy and proud, and to throw a big party. I guess it's because they wouldn't place a bet on you reaching eighty. Not that I'd want to, you know. Getting old is much too lonely. Seen from outside I have no reason to complain. I've got friends, and my children visit me often. My days are filled with activities, so why am I whining? It's because of the long, lonely nights. Alfred, my dear husband, died ten years ago,...
"Oh! Wow! This is it!" Elaine said as we applauded. "My own television show. I am so excited. I'm Elaine Frost. Welcome to Chick Chat, the show where girls talk." ELAINE: Look! I have new chairs and a new table. We have new lights. I have a new hairdo. I even have a new dress! Like it? My producer warned me that the camera adds ten pounds, so I asked Leonard to make my dress ten pounds smaller. And I love it. It makes me feel so sexy. Girls love to feel sexy. Guys don't understand...