Land of the Giants: A Love Story
By JR Thomas
Chapter
Eleven: Decision at Dusk
“OK Miss Fry, you’re on in five, four, three, two, one……..”
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Bertha Fry looked up and faced the camera. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to our show. We have some very special guests tonight. With me are Sylvana Noor; personal secretary to Archon Garm Obek, and her boyfriend Captain Steve Burton of the Earth Ship Spindrift. Yes, you heard me right ladies and gentlemen” she said with a droll smile. “For the past two months Sylvana has been going steady with one of the little people. Now I know this probably sounds strange to many of our viewers, but we found their story so unusual, yet so intriguing and heartwarming that we asked them to be on our show this evening.”
Bertha turned to face Sylvana who was sitting in a chair to her left, and Captain Burton, seated in a tiny dollhouse chair next to a microphone on the coffee table in front of Miss Noor. “Sylvana, Steve, thanks so much for being with us tonight.”
They acknowledged Bertha’s salutations. Steve found his amplified voice disconcerting, echoing as it did through the studio speaker system. He was facing the camera with his back to Sylvana, but could see her in the studio monitor sitting behind him. Steve noted how much she appeared to dwarf his tiny body. He reflected with some amusement that the scene must look decidedly odd to the television audience.
Bertha began her questioning. “Sylvana, Steve, I think it would be informative for our viewers if they had a little background. Please recount for us how you met, and how this most unusual attraction started.”
Steve turned his head around and looked up at Sylvana. She gave him an uneasy glance, but he prompted her to go ahead and answer.
Sylvana turned to Miss Fry and responded with some nervousness evident in her voice. She spoke slowly. “I, I’d been tasked by the Archon with taking the little people under my wing - chaperoning them, and seeing to their needs while they worked with our scientists and engineers at the estate. Steve and I had plenty of opportunities to become acquainted, and before long I found myself really liking him”, she said apprehensively.
“Oh really? How so Sylvana?” Bertha asked with big, wide eyes.
“Well Bertha, from the time I first met Steve he was always very nice, polite and clever; I really enjoyed chatting with him. I thought he was intriguing, being from another planet and all. He was always very complimentary of me, and I must confess that from the beginning I thought he was very handsome in spite of his tiny size.” Sylvana and Bertha looked at Steve and then faced each other with knowing smiles. Steve blushed.
“I’m in complete agreement Sylvana. I always thought Steve was rather cute”, Bertha replied with a wink. The two women chuckled lightly as the camera zoomed in for a close up shot of Steve’s face. He seemed embarrassed at the journalist’s comment.
After a moment Syvlana resumed. “You have to understand Bertha that when Captain Burton came into my life I was disentangling myself from a bad relationship. He seemed genuinely interested in me from the start; wanting to know about my life, my family, and the things that I liked to do, hobbies and such. I wasn’t used to this. Most men my own size I’ve dated seemed only interested in themselves, and I was starting to get tired of always having to stroke their egos.”
“You get no argument from me on that score Sylvana”, Bertha replied. She faced the camera. “Sorry guys, but if the shoe fits…….” The three laughed.
Bertha looked down at Captain Burton. “What about you Steve?”
Steve got up from his tiny chair. “Do you mind if I walk around Bertha? I find it easier to collect my thoughts that way.”
“Sure Steve, the microphone is sensitive enough that it should be able to pick up your voice. You don’t have to be right next to it.”
Steve began slowly pacing the coffee table while rubbing his chin. He looked up at Miss Fry. “Sylvana’s one of the few giants who doesn’t treat me like a pet, an infant, or a freak show curiosity. She’s kind, charming, sensitive, gracious, and…..” he paused and looked up at Sylvana, smiling…… “she’s very beautiful”.
The two women smiled at his comments. “Wow, you are quite the little charmer Steve. Sylvana, I envy you!”
“Thank you Bertha”, Sylvana responded with much pride evident in her demeanor, and she sat up in her chair.
Steve looked up at the two giant women, noticing from where he was standing on the low coffee table that he was being treated to a leg show. He thought wryly that as on Earth television, this kind of thing was always good for ratings. Bertha was wearing a black jacket/miniskirt outfit, and her sitting at an angle to Steve afforded him a view of the entire length of her gorgeous legs. Sylvana was also wearing a very short skirt, knowing as she did that Steve enjoyed seeing her in them. He noted, however, that she was not sitting with her legs crossed. Steve sensed she still felt a little self-conscious being on camera. He eyed Sylvana’s enormous body, thinking that she compared very favorably with the younger Miss Fry, and looked absolutely stunning in her black miniskirt and laced red blouse.
Steve looked up at the giant journalist. “Miss Fry, I also wanted to say that I’ve been held and man-handled by many of you giants in the three years I’ve been stranded here, but Sylvana is the first time that I can honestly say I’ve enjoyed it.”
Miss Noor’s face beamed with delight. “Bertha, you can’t imagine how nice Steve’s little muscles feel when I have my fingers wrapped around him.”
“Hmmmm, I’d sure like to find out, maybe I can hold Steve?”
Sylvana shook her head from side-to-side. “Sorry Bertha, but I’m the only one who can touch him”, she responded half-joking, half-seriously.
Bertha rocked back in her seat. “My, my Sylvana, aren’t you the lucky one.” The women giggled.
Miss Fry sat up straight in her seat, looked down at Steve and then over to Sylvana. “Now comes the big question; the one that I’m sure many of our viewers are more than a little curious about.”
Steve and Sylvana looked on quietly, both thinking Uh oh, here it comes.
“We like to think we have high standards on this show and don’t stoop low for ratings, but, well, to be blunt, how’s your sex life? Inquiring minds really do want to know.”
The couple looked at each other feeling some embarrassment, and this time Steve was the first to speak. “Bertha, in all the time I’ve been here I had no idea just how pleasurable you giant women could be. Sylvana and I have fantastic sex that is literally out of this world. I really look forward to going home with her in the evening.”
“Oh really Steve?” Bertha said rhetorically, feeling very pleased at the tiny man’s response. “Sylvana, what do you say?”
“If you must know Bertha, as strange as it may sound, I agree completely. Steve knows how to treat a woman in bed. He could teach men our own size a thing or two about what women like.”
“That’s way cool Sylvana!” Bertha exclaimed. She glanced down at Steve and licked her lips.
Miss Noor reached over and touched Bertha’s arm. “And Bertha, Steve gives a foot massage to die for!” Pleasantly surprised by the way the interview was panning out; Sylvana sat up in her seat and crossed her legs. Steve glanced up at Sylvana, and the sight took his breath away.
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Bertha’s mouth opened wide with astonishment and pleasure, and the two women looked down at the tiny man with much admiration. Steve had by now wandered close to the edge of the coffee table, nearer to Miss Fry. Emboldened by Sylvana’s comment, she uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them with her right over her left. Her right foot was now dangling very close to Steve, and he marveled at the giant’s sexy high-heel dress sandal and enormous toes. Sylvana noticed with some unease that in the camera monitor all she could see for a long moment was a close up of tiny Steve next to Bertha’s comparatively huge foot!
“Sylvana, Steve, I’m afraid we’re almost out of time, but before we conclude, I’m sure everyone would like to know what the future holds for the two of you.”
The couple gazed at each other silently, both thinking that this was the question they had actually dreaded more than the one about sex. A few quiet moments passed, and Bertha looked back and forth at the two, wondering if either was going to answer.
Finally Steve crossed his arms and looked up at Bertha. “Miss Fry, it’s with bittersweet feelings I say that Sylvana and I are going to part company soon. With the Archon’s help we’ve finished the repairs on our ship, and we’ll be leaving for Earth next week. My only regret is that I can’t take Sylvana with me.” He looked up at his giant girlfriend with a loving smile.
“Why can’t you?” Bertha asked.
Sylvana and Steve gave the woman blank stares, and then it dawned on Bertha that Miss Noor was probably bigger than their entire ship! The three started laughing, and Sylvana was thankful for the levity as she had felt some tears forming at Steve’s words.
Bertha made her concluding remarks. “Sylvana, Steve, thank you so much for joining us this evening. You are the most unusual, and yet cutest couple I’ve ever met.”
The two guests expressed their thanks, and then Bertha faced the camera and bade good night to the television audience. Bright, trendy music filled the air. Bertha shook Sylvana’s hand, and the journalist then reached down to Steve who planted a kiss on the tip of her little finger.
“OK, that’s a wrap” they heard the director say.
In a moment the producer entered the studio set and excitedly approached the two women. He walked up and hugged Miss Fry. “Bertha, that was fantastic. I’m giving you a raise!” Her eyes opened wide in surprise. He continued. “That was the highest rated show the network has ever had! And the phones, they’ve been ringing off the hook!” he added with much enthusiasm.
“Oh really, why?” Bertha asked.
The producer looked down at Steve, still on the coffee table. “It seems like every woman in the city is either in love with Captain Burton or wants to know where they can find a little man of their own. Go figure?” Steve crossed his arms, looking rather smug. Sylvana glanced down at him and smiled proudly.
Miss Fry gave the producer a bright, wide grin, and then glanced down at Steve and raised a hand. “That would include me too.” They all laughed.
Sylvana retrieved her purse and slung it around her shoulder, then set Steve on top it as they had been in the habit of doing lately. The two said goodnight to Miss Fry, and as Sylvana headed for the door she remembered something. She turned around and accosted the journalist. “Oh, Bertha, I almost forgot to mention. We’re having a farewell party for Steve and the Spindrift crew next week, and of course you’re invited.”
“Thanks very much Sylvana, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
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Steve was putting on his best remaining uniform when he heard the tell-tale CLOMP, CLOMP, CLOMP of giant high heels. The floor underneath his feet vibrated slightly until the footsteps abruptly stopped. Sylvana’s voice could be heard from above. “Steve, Steve. Are you about ready dear? We should be leaving soon.”
Steve buttoned his jacket and headed out the dollhouse door. He was met by Sylvana’s stylish silver high heels just a few short yards from him. His eyes slowly panned up her enormous expanse enjoying the elegant nude nylons, ending as they did at the hem of a short dark blue skirt with matching blouse above. He loved how the tight-fitting outfit accentuated her figure. Extending his neck backwards, he could see her looking down on him and smiling.
She put a finger on her cheek. “You know Steve; I don’t know why I never got around to making you some outfits to replace those tired red uniforms of yours.”
“That’s alright Sylvana. This one’s clean and in good condition, and besides, the red will make it’s easier for you and the other giants to see me at the party” he shouted.
“Oh, I suppose”, she replied.
“Sylvana, I have a present for you.”
She clasped her hands at her waist and swayed back and forth slightly. “Oh really Steve, I do so love presents.”
“I’ll be right back hon”. Steve did an about face and returned to the dollhouse.
In a moment he emerged with a massive gold chain cradled in his arms.
“Why Steve, what’s this?”
Sylvana reached down and took the chain from him. She held it up to her face. It looked to her like a gold bracelet with a beautiful little heart attached. She exhaled pleasurably. “Oh Steve, it’s beautiful. Thank you. Where did you get it?”
Steve folded his arms across his chest and looked up. “Actually Sylvana, I made it myself using the workshop tools, and a little help from Grond and Honoria.”
She draped it around her wrist, but found the fit awkward. “Steve, it was very sweet of you, but I’m afraid you made it a little too big.”
Steve grinned. “No Sylvana, it wasn’t meant for your wrist. Here, give it to me.”
She peered down on him with curiosity, and then proceeded to set the chain on the ground at her feet and in front of the little man.
Admonishing her not to move, Steve cradled the piece of giant jewelry in his arms and carried it to the side of her left foot.
“What are you doing Steve?”
“You’ll see. Just stay still!”
Standing as he was between her feet directly below her skirt, he started to look up but then thought better of it. No use getting too distracted now. It’s too early in the evening. He smiled sardonically. Steve picked up the chain at the end opposite the heart, and much to her amazement started draping it over the top of her foot just below the ankle.
“Sylvana, I’m going to need your help. I want you to put a finger over the chain to hold it in place, right where my hands are now.”
Sylvana slowly lowered her body at her knees, being careful not to move her feet. She reached down and grasped the end of the chain between her thumb and index finger at the point where the top of her foot joined the ankle bone and next to Steve’s tiny hands. With Sylvana holding the chain in place, he picked up the opposite end where the heart was attached and walked behind and around her high heel. He couldn’t help but notice that the heel of her enormous shoe was nearly as high as his head, and this caused him to smile and shake his head incredulously. He lifted his end of the chain up until it was at a point close to where Sylvana was holding the other end. She moved her end closer to Steve who was now standing at the left side of her foot, and this caused the slack in the chain to diminish and form a snug fit around her ankle. After several unsuccessful attempts he finally clipped his end to the one that Sylvana was holding.
“OK Sylvana, you can let go now, but stay still until I get clear!” he shouted.
“Alright Steve.”
Grasping the heart with both hands, Steve pulled the chain around slowly so as not to make any runs in her hosiery, until the heart rested directly on the outside of her ankle.
He moved back a few yards at a forty-five degree angle to Sylvana, and then gazed up at her. “How do you like your anklet, dear?”
She lifted her left foot slightly and bent her head down to look at the unusual piece of jewelry adorning her ankle. “An anklet, is that what you call it Steve? Why, why, it’s wonderful! I’ll treasure it always. Thank you dear!”
She rotated her body, adjusting to the feel of the anklet. Steve stood in place thinking how sexy it looked on her.
“I’m glad you like it Sylvana. They were just becoming popular with the women when I left Earth.”
“Who knows Steve, this may start a whole new fashion trend here” she said frolicsomely. “Come here.” She reached down and picked up Steve, then cupped him in her hands close to her face.
Mmmmmuh! She placed a kiss on the side of his tiny head, careful not too get too much lipstick on him while the evening was still young.
“I’m glad you like it dear”, Steve said. “But promise me you won’t start wearing toe rings.”
She gave him a bewildered look. “Toe rings? Why that’s ridiculous Steve!”
“My thoughts exactly hon” he replied. They laughed.
“Now I have a little surprise for you Steve.” To his astonishment, she set him down on her extra wide blouse collar that funneled out to her front. He stood up, and turning around found himself staring straight into her enormous cleavage.
“I bought the outfit for this very reason Steve. I thought it would be great for the party. We can talk to each other and other people more easily and I have my hands free. Is it comfortable for you?”
He faced the front and braced his hand against the fold next to her cleavage for support. The collar extended out for several feet, giving him a nice little perch on which to sit or stand. “It’s fine Sylvana. Good thinking.”
“You just make sure you behave yourself when others are around” she said jokingly, wagging a finger at him.
“Oh absolutely”, he replied, and then proceeded to stroke the exposed portion of her breast.
“Ohhhhhhh, you are such a naughty little man, but I love it!” They gazed at each other adoringly.
“You know Steve, I’d toyed with the idea of wearing a low cut dress and taking you to the party in my cleavage, but I thought we shouldn’t scandalize the Obeks and the other guests too much.” They had a good laugh at this, and were still giggling on and off when Sylvana grabbed her purse and headed out the door with her boyfriend sitting in the fold created by the blue velvet collar. Sylvana pulled the car out of the driveway and headed to the party.
Steve’s unusual riding place made conversation extremely easy. He’d found that even when outside the purse and standing or sitting on the passenger seat that he’d still had to shout even more than usual to be heard over the car engine. Now Sylvana and Steve chatted away animatedly, and before they knew it they’d arrived at the Archon’s estate.
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Garm and Honoria Obek met Sylvana at the door, and the Archon extended both hands to welcome his secretary. “Hello Sylvana, you look marv…………” The elderly politician stopped in near shock when he noticed tiny Captain Burton standing in the extended collar of Sylvana’s blouse, directly in front of her exposed cleavage. It brought back strange memories of a fortnight ago when he’d surprised Sylvana by the swimming pool with Steve wedged between her breasts. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to this extremely odd couple.
Steve raised his hand. “Hello Archon. Hello Mrs. Obek, you look lovely this evening.”
“Hi there Steve”, Honoria reciprocated with much pleasure, obviously flattered by Steve’s compliment.
“Uh, uh, uh, hello Captain Burton.” Garm replied nervously.
Honoria took Sylvana’s hand. “You two look wonderful; you’re the best-looking couple here tonight.”
Steve glanced up at Sylvana and blew her a kiss. They smiled at each other as if they were the happiest pair on the planet. Garm looked on, dazed and confused.
“Everyone’s congregating in the recreation room” Honoria added. “There’re tables with food all prepared and ready; sit anywhere. We’ve also got a wet bar, and there’ll be dancing a little later”.
Steve looked at their hostess with much surprise. “Dancing?”
Sylvana peered down at him. “Hmmm Steve, that should be fun, don’t you think?”
“I guess” the tiny man replied uncertainly, though he wondered just how they were going to manage it.
“Wuh, well, fine. We’ll, uh, see you two in a bit” Garm added.
Sylvana sauntered off into the interior of the house with tiny Steve perched on her collar like some seaman on the bow of a sailing ship.
Garm eyed Sylvana strangely as she left, and then looked at his wife. “I don’t know mother, I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.”
She touched her husband’s hand. “Oh come now Garm. They’re going to be saying goodbye soon. Let them enjoy what little time they have left together.”
The politician forced a smile and then clasped his hands together. “Sure dear, it’s going to be a great party…….I think.”
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Sylvana entered the recreation room, pausing just inside the doorway and taking in the moderately impressive setup. The lighting was dim and cozy, befitting a medium-sized party. Several long tables with decorative tablecloths were set up on the sides of the room, resplendent with an abundance of food and drink. The area in the center had been cleared of all furniture for what she guessed was going to be the dance floor, and it was ringed on three sides by a few small two-person tables and chairs. There was a DJ playing some light jazz, and Steve was surprised to see it was none other than Biff Bowers, the ex-boxer-turned-musician whom the little people had helped disentangle from the giant mob last year. If not going all-out, the Obek’s still had done a very good job accommodating the twenty or twenty five giant guests already gathered in the room.
Steve noted that there were a number of giants already seated and eating including Galla Placidia, Grond Harko, Bertha Fry, and some dignitaries whom Steve didn’t recognize. The thing that really surprised him though was seeing the Spindrift on the main table. As Sylvana approached the craft, they could discern the other little people eating at a dollhouse table set up to the front of the ship. Steve thought it was rather odd seeing the Spindrift set amongst giant glasses, loaves of bread, and plates of meat. A ham on the table close by was half as big as the ship! Steve smirked, thinking that his beloved Spindrift had been reduced to the status of an ornate table decoration. Oh well, I guess there’s no harm, he ruminated.
Sylvana walked up and greeted the other guests; little people as well as her fellow giants. Steve waved at them from his perch on her collar, and the others gave them looks ranging from delight to mild embarrassment. Sylvana took an empty seat close to the Spindrift, and then lifted Steve off her collar and placed him on the table top. Steve walked up to the dollhouse table and took a seat next to Galla Placidia’s boyfriend John Roberts.
“Gosh Steve, I like your mode of travel. I’ve gotta talk my Galla into getting an outfit like that” John said.
The others laughed, and Steve smiled but did not reply.
Although the eight little people were sitting reasonably close to the giants, discussion became segregated into the giants talking amongst themselves whilst the little people carried on their own conversations.
John continued chatting with Steve. “Say Steve, where did you find such a hot date?” he said jokingly. “Sylvana looks fantastic!” John patted him on the back, and they chuckled.
Steve turned around and looked up to see Sylvana and Galla talking animatedly, and then faced back to John. “Your Galla is pretty stunning too. She’s the most beautiful blonde I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey!” Betty exclaimed with fake anger.
Steve corrected himself. “Sorry Betty, I meant to say most beautiful blonde giant I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s better I guess” she quipped. They laughed.
John leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, I think I’ll keep Galla”. He picked up his glass. “I’d like to propose a toast to the beautiful women of Brobdinia!”
Steve picked up his glass, but Mark, the Erickson’s, Fitzhugh, and Barry hesitated, looking confused. Steve kenned the awkward situation and came up with a quick fix. “Yes John, and to our safe trip home.”
“Here, here!” The others chimed in enthusiastically and clicked each other’s glasses, then drank the toast.
“John, you know you’re more than welcome to come back with us, we’ve got plenty of room in the Spindrift” Mark said.
John shook his head in the negative. “Thank you, but as I’ve told Steve, why would I want to return to Earth? I’ve got heaven here living with Galla. We have great conversation, I have all my needs taken care of, she gives me stimulating work to do helping her out with Supreme Council stuff, and we have fantastic sex!”
Young Barry seemed embarrassed by the comment, and he looked down and petted chipper on the giant tabletop at Barry’s feet.
Valerie had never been one to mince words and loved controversy; she immediately commented on John’s assertions. “I still for the life of me haven’t figured out how you two guys keep your women satisfied?”
John gave her a sly smile. “Well Valerie, let’s just say we’re capable of a delicacy of touch and attention to detail that men their own size just can’t match.” His comment prompted some grins and blushing among the others. Steve flashed John a prescient smile as if they were two blood brothers who shared a very intimate secret, albeit a badly kept one.
“You guys are something else”, Dan remarked and rolled his eyes.
“If you don’t believe me just ask them.” John nodded in the direction of the giant women conversing in the macro-world above them. Galla noticed her little fiancé looking up at her, and she smiled and wiggled her fingers at him. John blew her a kiss.
The group of little people went largely silent for a few minutes while they ate their food and listened to the music, after which Steve steered the conversation towards more staid matters. “Mark, so what’s the latest report on the wormhole?”
The engineer set down his fork and looked over at Captain Burton. “Grond tells me the astronomers report it’s in a nearly stationary position roughly 50,000 miles out, about where we left it three years ago.”
“Great” Steve replied, trying to sound enthusiastic but falling short.
“Yeah, well, as long as we can enter it the same way we got here, and assuming it takes us back to Earth and not to the furthest reaches of the universe” Mark added.
The others gazed at Mark with concern evident in their faces. Fitzhugh gulped in fear.
Mark looked around at them noting they needed some reassurance. “Theoretically we should be able to enter it just like we did the one close to Earth. All our theories on wormholes suggest there’s a point-to-point correspondence that never changes as long as they both remain open, but we’ll just have to see. Don’t worry though. If it looks like it’ll be too dangerous to enter or we end up somewhere other than Earth, we should be able to return to Brobdinia the way we came.”
“I should certainly hope that would not prove necessary, Mr. Wilson. I’ve had quite enough of this preposterous planet, thank you! ” Fitzhugh replied.
Betty tapped Fitzhugh on the shoulder. “Mr Fitzhugh, maybe if you found a giant girlfriend like Steve and John you’d feel differently.”
The portly man nearly choked on his food, and everyone had a good laugh at his expense.
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Meanwhile in another size dimension up the giants were enjoying their own food, drink, and conversation.
Galla turned to Sylvana. “Dear, that’s a smashing outfit you’re wearing. It compliments your figure perfectly and I love the funneled collar to the front for carrying Steve. Now why didn’t I think of something like that?”
“I saw it at Enya’s Department Store and it didn’t take me long to put two and two together” Sylvana replied. It’s so much more convenient for Steve and me, especially at social gatherings like this”.
“As long as little Steve behaves himself, huh?” Bertha Fry said glibly, blinking at Sylvana. The three women giggled and Sylvana blushed.
Galla looked at Miss Fry. “Bertha, I’ve been meaning to tell you how much I enjoyed your show the other night. It was wonderful.” She turned to Miss Noor. “Sylvana, I’m so proud of you for appearing on Bertha’s show with Steve. You’re a braver woman than I am. You three have done a lot for size-challenged couples like us.” Galla smiled pleasurably, and the two women graciously acknowledged her compliments.
“Yes Galla, of the hundreds of calls our studio received after that show, about ten or so were from women who’ve taken little Earthmen as their boyfriends and wanting to know how they can get in touch with other couples like themselves”, Bertha noted. “Most of the calls though came from women who admire tiny Steve and want to know where they can meet other little men.” She sighed. “If anyone does know, I wish they’d tell me.” The three women touched each other and giggled.
“Bertha, I’m curious”, Sylvana asked. “Were any of the calls from Brobdinian men who’ve taken Earth women as their girlfriends?”
Bertha looked at her with a trace of distaste evident in her face. “Now that you mention it we did get a one, though I feel sorry for the tiny woman. I mean, what’s she supposed to do?” The three women laughed so hard they startled the little people at the dollhouse table close by. Sylvana and Galla waved at their tiny boyfriends, smiling cattily.
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In a few minutes Garm Obek entered the room and walked up to the microphone set up in front of Biff’s disc jockey booth. He tapped it a few times to make sure it was working and then addressed the audience.
“Thanks everyone for coming tonight. It’s a pleasure to see you all here. As I’m sure you are aware by now, we’ve gathered to say farewell to Captain Burton and the crew of the Spindrift. Indeed, there are so many people I wish to thank that I don’t know where to start.”
As the Archon paused to collect his thoughts, Sylvana noticed her daughter Tarla enter the room. She waved to her, motioning the girl to come and sit at their table.
“First of all, thank you to my scientific and engineering
staff headed by the esteemed Grond Harko of
“I would be most remiss if I didn’t recognize my lovely wife Honoria. Thanks dear for your patience these past few months, and for your help in accommodating our very special guests.” Mrs. Obek stood up amidst much enthusiastic applause, and she blew her husband a kiss.
“Speaking of our guests…..” He looked in the direction of the Spindrift adorning the center of the largest table. “……I would like the Spindrift crew to stand and take a bow. As the little people rose from their dollhouse table, the Archon read off their names; giving special mention to the little ‘scientific genius’ Mark Wilson, and even remembering to include Chipper in the role call. As Barry stood up holding his dog he glanced to his right, noticing a very pretty young giant sitting at the end of the table and giving him an enormous smile.
He must be the teenage boy Captain Burton mentioned, Tarla thought. He’s cute. She winked at him, and Barry smiled back.
“I also would like to acknowledge our esteemed Supreme Council Deputy, the Honorable Galla Placidia. It was only through her support that we were able to carry on our work with the Earth people. Thank you ma’am, you are as enlightened as you are beautiful.” He stretched his hand out in her direction, and the stunning blonde woman rose, smiled at her host, and took a bow.
She was about to sit down when Obek continued. “Deputy Placidia, please remain standing for a moment.” He then faced back to the center of the audience. “I have some very special news this evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’ve been informed that Deputy Placidia is now engaged to John Roberts of Earth.” He paused for effect. “In all my years I never thought I’d live to see one of us exchange vows with an Earthman” he said with surprise, “But just the same, Honoria and I wish you and John the best of success.”
There was much murmuring in the crowd as they let what they’d heard sink in. Honoria Obek started to clap, and most of the others soon followed suit. Galla beamed with pleasure, then reached over and lifted her tiny fiancé off the table. He stood upright in her hand and the couple waved at the audience. Galla brought John close to her face and planted a kiss on of his head. The women in the audience started getting up from their seats, followed albeit reluctantly by the men. Ooo’s and ahhh’s could be heard from the women as the unusual couple kissed. Sylvana looked down at Steve standing on the table and the two exchanged self-conscious glances. It was nearly a minute before the applause subsided, and when Galla set John down on the table, Sylvana and Bertha gave her congratulatory hugs.
“Ladies and gentlemen, there’s one more very special couple I’d like to acknowledge, as if one weren’t enough.” There was some chuckling in the audience in response to his levity, and Obek looked in the direction of his secretary. Sylvana Noor and Captain Steve Burton, would you please stand.”
Following on from the example of Galla and John, Sylvana stood up, lifting Steve off the table and setting him standing in her hand, both facing the host.
Obek looked at his secretary. “Sylvana, you’ve been my right hand for ten years, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re the best executive assistant ever!”
There was much clapping and cheers from the guests, not the least of which was Steve clapping and yelling “Bravo Sylvana!” from the palm of her hand.
Obek continued. “What’s more, I’m afraid I owe you an apology for my initial opposition to your friendship with Captain Burton.”
“Thank you Archon”, Sylvana responded with much pride and graciousness.
“I admit I was being perhaps a bit narrow-minded and short-sited. You’ll have to forgive an old fool who’s set in his ways. (laughs). Your friendship with Captain Burton helped forge a stronger bond between us and the Earth people, and I think made the work we’ve done with them much more productive and fruitful than it otherwise would have been.” He gave his secretary a big, warm smile. “Sylvana, I’m doubling your salary effective immediately.”
Sylvana opened her mouth wide with joy and astonishment, and the sudden reflexive movement of her huge body caught Steve by surprise. He lost his footing and nearly fell out of her hand, but his giant girlfriend brought up her other hand and cupped them together just in time to catch him. The guests clapped enthusiastically, as much for Sylvana’s rescue of Steve as Obek’s compliments. Regaining his composure, Steve stood up and raised his arms towards his giant girlfriend. She moved her face close to the tiny man and they kissed; their exchange of affection lasting even longer than Galla and John’s had. They received the strongest applause thus far, and the Archon was beginning to wonder when they were going to come up for air when Sylvana finally took her lips off Steve and set him on the table. The applause died down, Sylvana returned to her seat, and the Archon made his concluding remarks while Steve wiped the lipstick off with a huge napkin.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, my wife has given me the signal that I should sit down and shut up……” He paused to wink at Honoria, who gave him a wry smile while the audience chuckled. “I’m sure everyone would like to continue with the festivities, so far be it for me to hold things up. Biff Bowers is going to play some dance music for the a little while, so feel free to dance, mingle, eat, whatever, though I would admonish some of you ladies to be careful where you step on the dance floor.” He looked in the direction of Sylvana and Galla as he made this last comment, provoking much laughter from the audience.
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The music volume went up a couple notches, and the party quickly degenerated into a much less formal affair than it had begun. Mark observed the giants at the party and commented that it seemed much like parties back on Earth - people falling in with their clique buddies, schmoozing and ingratiating themselves with the more prominent guests and generally playing social climber. There was a sizeable group congregating around Galla Placidia and Sylvana Noor with their two tiny men. Archon Obek looked on most approvingly at this, thinking Sylvana now seemed to be good friends with the woman who was for all intents and purposes his boss.
Barry was busy feeding Chipper some of the meat from his plate when he was startled by a giant voice behind him. “Hi there little boy, I’m Tarla Noor, what’s your name?”
Barry got up from his chair, and turning around found himself looking into the huge brown eyes of the beautiful young girl he had been exchanging glances with earlier. She was in a crouching position, nearly at eye level with Barry. Her huge hands were braced against the top of the table for support just a few feet from him.
“Uh, uh, hi”, he nervously replied. “I’m Barry Lockridge, and this is my dog Chipper.”
“I’m pleased to meet you both”, she responded
pleasurably. The giant girl reflected on
how although the tiny boy appeared to be a few years younger than her, this was
no big deal. He sure is a cute little thing.
She smiled.
“Well now Barry Lockridge”, I hope you and Chipper are enjoying the party.” She batted her eyes and gazed down adoringly at Barry.
“Yes Tarla. It’s very nice” he replied, unable to think of anything better to say to get a conversation going. Barry was still feeling a little nervous at the site of the giant girl, though he in fact had wanted to meet her and was glad she’d approached him. He thought uneasily that not only was Tarla very nice, but with her long red locks and big, beautiful smile she was every bit as pretty as the giant girl Shiva Torridge; his first crush.
Fortunately for Barry, Tarla felt no temerity and she completed ‘breaking the ice’ between them. “Barry, would you like to go and sit with me at a table by the dance floor and listen to music?”
By now Mark, Dan and the girls were out walking around the giant table on the starboard side of the Spindrift, so only Fitzhugh was left with the boy and Chipper. Barry responded enthusiastically to her proposition, and he ran over to accost Fitzhugh, predictably still eating.
“Mr. Fitzhugh, could you watch Chipper while I go and sit with Tarla?” Barry motioned up to the giant girl, who looked down on the portly little man with a grin.
“Alright Barry, though I think she should get the approval of her mother.” He took a big gulp from his wine glass.
The giant girl placed a hand palm-up on the table, and Barry eagerly walked onto it. When Fitzhugh looked up from his drink he saw Barry being cupped in Tarla’s hands and ascending as if he were on some construction worker’s platform.
Fitzhugh stood up.
“Be sure to check with your moth………”
They were already well out of earshot.
Kids these days, I don’t know what
they’re in to!
Being true to her word, Tarla approached her mother who was busily chatting with Galla, Miss Fry, and the two little men Steve and John. “Mom, can I take Barry and sit out by the dance floor?”
She looked at the tiny boy cupped in her hands, and it appeared to Sylvana that her daughter had presented her with a fait accompli. “OK dear, but I want you staying where I can see you.” Sylvana looked down at Captain Burton who had been sitting on a matchbox next to her dinner plate, and she leaned down and rested her hand close to him. “Steve, do you mind hon?”
“No, as long as she’s careful with him” he replied. Steve looked up at the giant girl, and Tarla, remembering their last encounter at her mother’s house, winked at him.
Steve grinned and shook his head, then waived at her. As Tarla walked off to the dance floor table with Barry, Sylvana called after her; “Now you two kids behave yourselves!”
Galla had been talking to her tiny fiancé John, and she looked at Sylvana. “You know dear, if I didn’t know any better I would say, well, like mother like daughter, perhaps????” She let out a laugh, and others joined in. Steve thought with some humor that Barry had scored a touchdown getting the attentions of Sylvana’s beautiful daughter. He waxed for a moment uncomfortably at where that train of thought might lead, and turned his attentions back to Tarla’s mother.
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The lights dimmed and the tempo of the music picked up. The guests continued mingling; giants with giants, little people with little people, as well as the two mixed pairings of Sylvana/Steve and Galla/John. Sylvana had been conversing with Steve; something which was not always easy to do even in a totally quiet environment, and it was nearly impossible now over the dance music. She noticed Galla gazing in the direction of the dance floor and smiling, and when Sylvana looked she saw her daughter apparently dancing alone. She swung her body around to get a better view, and what she saw made her gasp in astonishment. There at the feet of Tarla and dancing more or less in time with her was the tiny boy Barry. Although a potentially dangerous situation, Sylvana was relieved to see that Tarla was keeping her eyes on Barry and making sure her feet didn’t get too near him. She smiled, thinking how cute they looked.
Steve was wondering what the women were glaring at with such interest, and it took him yelling at the top of his lungs to get Sylvana’s attention. When he finally did so, she lifted him off the table and set him on the fold of her collar. He was even more astonished than Sylvana when he saw Barry dancing with her daughter.
Sylvana and Steve noticed Galla get up with John in her hand and head to the dance floor. She set her little man down not far from Barry, and now there were two women dancing with tiny Earthmen. Sylvana gave her lover a mischievous smile, and Steve immediately knew what she had in mind. She got up from her chair and Steve lost his footing, but regained it by quickly grabbing one of the sides of the “V” in her blouse. The momentum of her movement, however, forced him right into her cleavage.
“Ohhhhhh Steve, can’t you wait until later?” Sylvana quipped playfully. “Not that I’m complaining.” She laughed.
Steve pulled his head up from where it had been embedded against her left breast, and before he could turn around Sylvana had wrapped her fingers around him. The next thing he knew he was on the floor facing the giant woman’s sexy silver shoes.
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Sylvana started lifting her feet up and down in time to the music. Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump! The floor tremored slightly beneath Steve but he retained his balance. Looking around he noticed Barry and John dancing with much enthusiasm. Steve seemed to be in a triangle with the other two little people as the three giant women ringed them to the outside.
“Come on Steve, don’t be a spoilsport.” He looked up to see Sylvana glancing down at him and smiling expectantly.
Oh well, when in Borbdignag, do as the Brobdinians do, Steve thought humorously. He shook his head feeling a tad foolish, but began to dance anyway. The music sounded like good old-fashioned 70’s Earth rock and roll, which made it easy for him to get into the spirit of things. It was a very rhythmic, danceable song, and before long he found he was actually enjoying himself. It had after all been many years since he’d had the opportunity to dance, even while back on Earth. In any case Steve always enjoyed looking up the expanse of Sylvana’s long, sexy legs.
Meanwhile two of the other giant women at the party were feeling left out, and they moved to correct this.
Honoria Obek walked over to the main table. “Why hello there Mr. Fitzhugh” she said brightly.
Fitzhugh looked up from the second course he had been working on. “Good evening Mrs. Obek”, he said stiffly.
She bent down to better talk with the tiny man. “Would you do me the honor of this dance?”
Fitzhugh found the idea of dancing with the gargantuan creature preposterous, but he tried to make an excuse so as not to offend their hostess. “Madame, under normal circumstances I would love to oblige you, but just now I’m rather busy enjoying the delicious meal you’ve so graciously provided.”
Mark and Valerie and Dan and Betty listened with much interest and tried goading him into accepting, but Fitzhugh remained adamant.
The giant woman however was not to be denied. “Oh come now Mr. Fitzhugh, the food will still be here when you get back. Garm doesn’t want to dance, and your other little friends look like their having such a good time.”
Before he knew what was happening he felt giant fingers come down over his head. Her fingertips made contact with his chest and shoulders, pulling him up out of his seat. Fitzhugh’s legs dangled back and forth as he suddenly found himself airborne. “Madame, this is an outrage! Put me down this instant!”
The other three little people waved goodbye. “Have fun Fitz, and be good!” Dan said with a big grin.
Steve was surprised to see another couple join them on the dance floor. Fitzhugh tried running away, but wherever he went he was met by Honoria’s gigantic shoes blocking his path. Steve took a break from his own dancing to give the man some encouragement. Steve put a hand on his back. “Come on Fitz, relax. We’re leaving tomorrow.” He gazed in the direction of Honoria’s white high heels and nylons, and looking up could see that she was peering down on them and smiling. “She’s a nice lady Fitz, and actually pretty cute too.” He winked and Fitzhugh rolled his eyes, though Steve had meant what he said; remembering with some fondness the time that Honoria had kissed Steve. “She’s done a lot for us and I’m sure it tickles her pink to get a chance to dance with you.”
“Alright Captain, if you insist” the ex-con artist replied. “As long as she doesn’t step on me!”
Steve patted him on the shoulder. “Knock her dead Fitz!” Captain Burton grinned and then returned to his place at Sylvana’s feet.
Fitzhugh walked up to within a few yards of the giant woman who had already begun dancing, and he attempted to gyrate and wiggle his body in some semblance of rhythm. The other little people looked at him and grinned, thinking that although rock and roll was definitely not his generation, they had to admire him for trying. Steve looked up and saw that Honoria Obek for her part was thoroughly enjoying herself.
Meanwhile Dan had gotten Grond Harko to give him and Betty a lift over to the DJ booth so he could renew his acquaintance with fellow trumpet player Biff Bowers. This left just Mark, Valerie, and Chipper remaining at the dollhouse table close to the Spindrift. Bertha Fry made her move. She strolled up to the table and startled the Earth couple by setting her huge glass down next to them. “Hi there Mark, wanna dance?”
Her fingers remained in contact with the glass, poised to pick up the little man and take him to the dance floor. Mark thought as he glanced at her long, immaculately manicured finger nails that although Bertha was reasonably attractive as giants go and that getting out on the dance floor with the others might be fun, for one thing he didn’t quite have the same admiration for these giant women as Steve and John did, and for another, the whole thing was quite out of the question with Valerie nearby. “Thanks Miss Fry, but I think I’ll pass.”
Like Mrs. Obek she was disinclined to take no for an answer, and emboldened by the wine, Bertha had every intention of having her way with the tiny man. By this time Valerie had come up next to Mark and put her hands possessively on his shoulder.
Bertha leaned down with her head hovering close to the little people. “Ah come on Mark. Wouldn’t you like to be with a real women rather than that little trollop?” She licked her lips and brushed a hand through her long hair.
Valerie looked up at the giant journalist with indignation. “Hey, who you calling a trollop, you overgrown she beast!”
“Careful Valerie”, Mark murmured. “She is after all a giant.”
“I don’t care if she’s the Queen of Sheba! She takes you out on that dance floor over my dead body!”
Bertha laughed. “Don’t give me any ideas, little ladybug.”
Mark sensed things might get ugly, and looking over at the Spindrift saw their avenue of escape. When Bertha momentarily took her glance off the two little people to take a sip of wine, he saw their chance. Mark grabbed Valerie’s arm and they quickly made their way to the Spindrift entrance followed by a barking Chipper. When Bertha noticed them bolting, she followed them around the table to the Spindrift door. Bertha reached out for Mark, but a bit too late. Her fingers reached inside the door just as Mark hit the close button, and the door jammed in on her index and middle fingers.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed. Bertha removed her hand and grasped it with the other.
She didn’t noticed Obek walk up behind her. “Anything the matter, Miss Fry?”
“No Archon, I, I just broke a nail, that’s all.” She dejectedly walked back to her seat and pouted, trying to solace herself with her wine.
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Out on the dance floor the four women and their tiny partners were causing quite a stir. At first Archon Obek was vehemently opposed to what he perceived as being unnecessarily dangerous to the little people and ridiculous in the extreme, but after much imploring from the women and promises of exercising due care he acquiesced. Most of the giants at the party were now gathered around, watching the spectacle of the tiny men dancing near the feet of the women. By now the little men could see nothing but an unbroken ring of giant legs forming a decidedly strange perimeter around them.
When the current song ended and a new, equally energetic one began, Galla slipped off her shoes, and taking the queue from her, Sylvana and Honoria slid off their own. Galla’s little partner John surprised everyone by stepping into one of her dressy heels. The sight of the tiny man standing inside the woman’s shoe scandalized the giant men and delighted the women. Galla got down on her knees and smiled gleefully at her tiny fiancé’s amorous gesture, and John blew her a kiss with both hands. Steve at first was tempted to jump into one of Sylvana’s heels but decided against it, thinking that such a thing was best left to his and Sylvana’s private encounters.
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Tarla Noor reached down to unbuckle the straps of her dress sandals, and Barry noticing this, looked up and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Let me Tarla!” It did, after all, seem to him like the gentlemanly thing to do.
Even though Tarla was bending down close to Barry, she still would not have understood him over the music had she not seen the tiny boy motioning towards her nearest foot. She gazed down at him with surprise and pleasure. “Please do Barry.”
Tarla was careful to remain still while Barry moved around underfoot. The teen thought as he reached up to unbuckle the right sandal that if her ankle had been any higher up her shoe straps would have been out of reach! He did, however, find the site of her shapely feet and manicured toes strangely pleasing.
Something only vaguely sensed by Barry but definitely kenned by Steve, John, and Fitzhugh was that on Earth a woman taking off her shoes in front of her date was usually a clear ‘green light’ from the woman, and the three men had no reason to believe the custom any different among the giants. Steve thought that dancing with the women sans shoes was actually more practical, as the music was no longer punctuated by the sometimes loud and jolting THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, of giant high heels in close proximity. Steve moved up closer to Sylvana, and the giant woman started twirling around on her toes like a ballerina. Looking up he could see her skirt flare out, creating a gust of air around him and exposing traces of her undergarments nearly forty feet above. Steve started feeling very aroused. This giant woman is so much fun to be around. I’m going to miss her, he thought with a trace of wistfulness.
Steve glanced at John off to his left, now out of Galla’s shoe and dancing between her stocking feet. He could see that they were really getting into the mood. The giant woman lowered herself until her loose-fitting skirt totally enclosed him! When after a few moments she lifted herself up, Steve could see John raising his hands imploringly as if begging her to lower herself again!
In another minute the song faded and everyone clapped enthusiastically. John walked up to Galla and wrapped his tiny arms as far as he could around her ankle. Steve approached Sylvana as she arched a foot up on her toes. The heart anklet he had made her dangled sexily around the ankle. He grasped her foot on the side with both hands and placed a slow, lingering kiss on it. The soft, silken-covered flesh felt heavenly to his lips. Barry eagerly kissed Tarla several times on the toes. Fitzhugh seemed hesitant, but with Honoria Obek looking down on him expectantly, he placed a kiss on her ankle. I wish Garm would do that, Honoria mused. The audience applauded the curious display of affection by the tiny men.
The DJ Biff addressed the crowd on the PA system. “OK ladies and gents, I think it’s time we slowed things down a bit.”
The four women smiled at each other and nodded, then peered down at their tiny partners. The slow, romantic song began, and almost in unison they reached down and picked up their men. Sylvana held Steve up against her left breast with one hand and then started slowly rotating her body. Her eyes met those of her daughter and Sylvana flashed a half-serious stare, signaling to Tarla not to be too frisky with the under-aged Barry.
The music was beautiful; ethereal even. Steve moved up out of her grasp until only his legs remained enclosed by her hand. He pushed his tiny hands tiny into her magnificent mound, and her nipple nudged at him through the blouse. He stretched his left arm out beyond the fold of the blouse, and groping around for a moment found the exposed portion of her cleavage. She giggled in delight. The two lovers lost themselves in the music.
Steve arched his head up to see his giant lady looking down at him and licking her moist red lips. “Sylvana, I’m really going to miss you”.
“Oh Steve, I’ve been depressed about it ever since your test flight last week” she said with much sorrow.
Steve felt Sylvana gently squeeze his midsection, and he responded by pushing his chest up against her cleavage.
“I don’t know what to say Sylvana. I’ve been bummed too. I can’t stay here, but I don’t want to leave
either.”
She gently caressed his back with a finger from her free hand. “Don’t worry about it Steve. We’ll talk later, and besides, we still have tonight”.
Steve reached out towards her face. “Sylvana, I love you!”
She sighed with pleasure, and as he lay against her bosom, proceeded to kiss the tiny man on the top of his head. Unbeknownst to them, everyone in the room, save the other dancers were staring at them in wonder.
The music faded with a forlorn, lamenting guitar solo, and Steve and Sylvana were still kissing when the Archon’s voice intruded on their euphoria. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I hate to end things when everyone’s having such a good time….”
Ooo’s, ah’s, and sighs
from the audience.
“Now, now, as I’m sure most everyone knows, the Spindrift
will be lifting off at
“Before we conclude the evening’s festivities though, I thought it’d be appropriate for Sylvana to sing for us. Come over here my dear.”
Enthusiastic claps.
Sylvana smiled at the crowd and then walked over to the DJ table. Obek took his seat, and Sylvana placed Steve next to Dan and Betty. She returned to the dinner table, taking off her dress jacket and placing it over a chair. Reaching in her large purse, she pulled out and put on a netted hat with a feather crown and a pair of long, elegant gloves, and then strolled back to the DJ booth. Steve was speechless as he took in her subtle, incredibly sexy change in appearance. Sylvana’s lightly muscled upper arms looked sensuously smooth and curvy. Her wondrous cleavage was now even more exposed than before. The black gloves gave her a classy, classic look, and the interesting head piece imparted to Sylvana a slightly dark and melancholy, but still sultry appearance.
Syvlana exchanged a few words with Biff as she gave him a cassette, and then faced the audience.
“This is a little song I wrote called ‘Stay with Me’. I’m dedicating it to my dear, dear friend, Captain Steve Burton.” She looked down at Steve on the table and blew him a kiss, and the crowd applauded.
The DJ inserted the tape into his player and switched it on. Soft music crept up through the air, and after the brief piano intro Sylvana began to sing.
When you came into my
life, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
You were so fantastic,
such a tiny size.
Though worlds were
between us, you filled my life with bliss.
You made me smile,
laugh, and sing; all the things I’d missed.
The more we stay
together, the harder is to part.
We spend enchanted
nights in paradise, and that’s just a start.
When people see me
holding you, they don’t understand.
Men my own size just
don’t fit the plan.
Stay with me, let me be there when you wake.
Stay with me, I’ll
give you all the love you can take.
Stay with me, let us
never be undone.
Stay with me, I’ll
follow you………to the sun.
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The audience listened in rapt silence to her beautiful alto
voice. In the short piano interlude that
followed Sylvana faced Steve standing on the
table. She put a hand over her chest and
stared at the tiny man with a longing, forlorn gaze. She reached down for him and he walked onto
her gloved hand. She then faced the
audience, holding the microphone in one hand and Steve in the other. Sitting in
her palm, Steve looked up in awe at her sensuous red lips and deep blue eyes. He felt the warm, soft breeze of her breath flow
across his face as she continued singing.
Cruel words were spoken,
about our extraordinary love.
But we proved them
wrong, with things impossible to dream of.
To feel your strength
in my hand, is all I crave.
Please be there for
me, the rest of my days.
Stay with me, let me be there when you wake.
Stay with me, I’ll give
you all the love you can take.
Stay with me, let us
never be undone.
Stay with me, I’ll
follow you………..to the sun.
To the sun, to the sun, to the sun!
The song seemed to end as quickly as it had begun, and at first there was an eerie silence as the crowd contemplated Sylvana’s very sensitive and personal tribute to her tiny boyfriend. All at once a few started to clap, and they were shortly joined by the rest of the audience. Within moments the applause was so great that it would have drowned out any music. Sylvana took a bow and waved, giving her admirers a glowing smile. She lifted Steve up to her face, and the most unusual couple kissed passionately for a long moment. The applause redoubled, and Sylvana stretched out her hand, palm up, with Steve standing on it. They waved at the crowd, and as if on queue the DJ turned up the lights.
Obek walked up to his secretary, still clapping. “My dear, that was wonderful, glorious even, you brought tears to my eyes. Thank you Sylvana.”
“You’re welcome Garm”, she replied warmly. She wrapped her fingers around Steve to prevent dropping him and then gave her boss a kiss on the cheek. To Steve it seemed strange seeing her kissing another man while holding him in her hand, even if it was the Archon. He grinned.
The politician addressed the party one last time. “OK everyone, feel free to stay and mingle for a little longer, but again, keep in mind that we have a big day tomorrow. Thanks for coming. Goodnight.”
The crowd clapped one final time in appreciation of the Obeks and Sylvana. Some congregated for additional socializing while a few others bade their farewells and started making their way out of the house. More than a few could be heard talking about Sylvana and Galla and their tiny boyfriends, and thinking they’d have some juicy gossip for weeks to come!
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Sylvana carried Steve back to the dinner table where the Spindrif