Land of the Giants: A Love Story
By JR Thomas
Chapter
Nine: Nemesis
After a night of partying with Sylvana, it had turned into a very long work day indeed for Steve Burton. He’d had to spend most of the morning and afternoon assisting Mark and Dan in removing the Spindrift engines and welding the reactor shielding in place. Although the giant technicians were on hand for the heavy lifting, their hands were too big and awkward to be of much assistance when it came to the actual attachment and detachment of the components, which called for detailed and delicate work. The only respite Steve got was a very pleasant lunch with Sylvana in her private upstairs office while the rest of the Spindrift crew ate in the dinning room of their dollhouse.
When Sylvana and Steve arrived home at the end of the workday, Sylvana had wanted to take Steve directly to her bedroom and resume where they had left off the night before. Although this had been Steve’s exact intentions earlier in the day, as the afternoon dragged on all he could think about was getting back into the dollhouse in her family room and taking a nap. Sylvana had at first seemed reticent to take no for an answer, but when Steve promised his giant lover that he just needed to lay down for an hour or so to regain his stamina, she went along. In any event, she figured she could use the time to freshen up, prepare dinner, and change into something sexy for her little man.
Steve lay on his bed in a state of reverie, watching the natural light begin to fade with the onset of dusk. The diminishing light, filtered as it was by two sets of windows; the giant house outside and those of his dollhouse, darkened his bedroom considerably. His tired eyes appreciated the cozy atmosphere.
Steve’s mind went back to early in the day when Sylvana had dropped him off at the workshop. Things had gotten off to a rocky start when he entered the dollhouse/mansion on the giant table, just as the others were preparing to begin their work regimen. Dan and Betty were the first to greet him, and upon hearing their captain’s return the other four filed out into the dollhouse living room.
Coming down the staircase, Mark met the captain’s gaze and gave him a sarcastic smile. “Good of you to make it Steve”, he said. Valerie entered from the kitchen and gave Mark a look that signaled he should leave Steve alone.
Steve imparted to the engineer an incredulous stare but remained silent. The unpredictable Fitzhugh, sitting on the toy sofa, decided to speak up in support of Mark. “Captain, why did you abandon us without telling us where you were going? We were terribly worried until Mrs. Obek told us you had gone home with Miss Noor”. Fitzhugh emphasized Miss Noor, simultaneously giving Steve a scandalous look.
Steve looked down at Fitzhugh. “Relax Fitz, I didn’t abandon you.”
Dan Erickson, leaning on the wall next to the kitchen entrance, spoke up. “Steve, I guess I don’t have a problem with you and Sylvana, but you really should have told us. You didn’t have to sneak out like a back-door man.”
Steve turned to his copilot. “I know Dan, and I’m sorry. I was tired and I didn’t want a big scene, which is why I asked Mrs. Obek to tell you.” That seemed to satisfy everyone except Mark, who gave Steve a scowling expression.
Steve looked around and addressed the group, focusing on no one in particular. “Did, ah, Mrs. Obek also tell you I will be spending most nights at Ms. Noor’s house?”
The others gave him looks ranging from surprise to shock, and Steve lamented that the Archon’s wife had obviously not made that point clear.
Mark shook his head in disbelief. “That’s great Steve. Instead of staying focused on the ships repairs and getting us home, you’re more interested in playing around in bed with a woman twelve times your size!” Mark immediately regretted his comment, but it was too late. Valerie and Betty looked at him in horror. Although they were shocked at Mark being so blunt, they were especially concerned that he would make such a comment in front of Barry. The boy, for his part, although not entirely certain what Mark had meant, made a pretty shrewd guess based on his experiences with the giant high school student Shiva Torridge.
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Steve was totally outraged, and without thinking he lunged at Mark. The inertia of Steve’s body colliding with Mark forced the engineer back, and he fell over the coffee table and rolled on the floor. “Steve! Mark!” Stop it!” The girls screamed.
As Mark got up from the floor, Steve clenched his right fist and dived at Mark again. Dan Erickson moved in close to the fight in an attempt to break it up, and as he moved between them, Steve’s fist, meant for Mark, caught the copilot squarely in the stomach. Taking advantage of Dan’s intervention, Mark ran out the door of the dollhouse on to the giant table. Turning around to face the door, he assumed a defensive stance and waited for Steve to come out. In a moment Steve bolted through the door, and the others followed with the exception of Betty who was helping her winded husband to his feet.
This time Mark was ready, and when Steve struck at him again, he blocked the captain’s fist and countered with a jab to his jaw. Steve moved back, and wiping a hand over his mouth, could see that blood was trickling from his lip.
A moment later, Dan came out. “Now look you two! Stop this right now!” he exclaimed. He came close to the two combatants in an attempt to break up the fight, but was again unsuccessful.
The commotion created by the fight on the table attracted the attention of two of Obek’s security guards. They came over and peered down with big grins at the apparent show before them. One guard spoke to the other: “I put twenty Kronos on the little man in the red uniform.”
The other guard looked at his partner. “They must be having a disagreement over important scientific matters.”
Grond Harko entered the workshop and was unpleasantly surprised to find the two little men having a go at each other. He looked at the security guards with displeasure. “Why haven’t you two stopped this? The guards looked at the scientist and shrugged. “Oh, must I do everything myself?” he said with much annoyance in his voice.
Harko leaned down over the table, and Mark and Steve, now grappling with each other, were totally oblivious to the giant’s presence. He simultaneously grabbed the two little men from behind with his hands. He pulled them apart, and they struggled futilely in the giant’s grasp, one in each hand, as he lifted them to his face. He peered at the two tiny men with big, angry eyes. “Mark Wilson! Captain Burton! What’s the meaning of this altercation?”
Steve and Mark had by now calmed down and stopped struggling. They peered into the ugly face of the giant but said nothing.
Harko continued. “Why, what would have happened if you two had been hurt? It could have spelled disaster for everything we’ve been doing here! The Archon would be very displeased if he found out.”
Mark was the first to speak, anxious to put the incident behind him, and especially to get out of the vice-like grip of the giant’s smelly hand. “I’m sorry Grond. It won’t happen again.”
“Yes, we won’t do it again, but don’t tell the Archon”, Steve implored.
The giant gave them a thin smile. “Alright you two, but I want no more of this tomfoolery.”
The two little men nodded their ascent, and Grond set them down rather un-gently on the table. Steve and Mark rolled a few feet then got up, but did not face each other.
“Alright little people, shall we get to work?”
The rest of the Spindrift crew standing by the dollhouse breathed a collective sigh of relief, though they wondered how long this enforced truce would last.
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Steve dozed for perhaps thirty minutes when he was awoken by the somewhat softer, though still loud “Clomp, Clomp, Clomp, Clomp” of Sylvana’s Marabou high heels. He also thought he heard some soft music coming from her stereo. Getting up from his bed he instinctively grabbed his red jacket (like he always did when leaving the Spindrift), and put it on as he went down the steps. Walking out the door, he was confronted by Sylvana’s sexy painted toenails and freshly shaved legs. Bending his neck back, his eyes slowly followed her splendid limbs up until they ended in a very nice, skimpy pink nightgown that matched her sandals. He could just make out her smile and gorgeous auburn hair that seemed to sparkle in the dim light.
“Hi there little sleepy head. Have a nice nap?” she said in a bright, sing-song voice.
Steve bent his mid-section back as far as it would go, and jauntily placed his hands on his hips. “I feel like a million bucks dear. Are you ready to set a new world record?” She gave him a quizzical look like she hadn’t quite understood him, and then lowered herself on her knees. He moved closer and placed his hands on her perfectly rounded knee, nearly as wide in diameter as his entire body. “What I said, Sylvana, was that I want to have passionate sex with you!”
“My, my Steve, aren’t we feeling daring this evening.” She sighed pleasurably. “Dear, I just started dinner. Wanna come out to the kitchen with me and have some wine?”
“I’d love to dear” he said with a bright smile.
“Steve, why don’t you put your bathrobe on? You know how I love to see and touch those husky little legs of yours.” They chuckled amorously.
“Ding, Dong.”
Sylvana looked in the direction of the living room. She pursed her lips, and a worried look crossed her face.
“What’s wrong hon? Are you expecting visitors?” Steve shouted.
She returned her gaze to him and shook her head back and forth. “No, I’m not. I wonder who it could be.”
“Ding, Dong.”
“I suppose you’d better answer it then” Steve replied, feeling not at all comfortable.
“Now look, Steve. I think everything will be OK. Why don’t you go back in to your little house and change?” She tried to sound reassuring, but Steve felt she wasn’t really succeeding. Sylvana continued. “I’ll see who it is, and get rid of them as fast as I can.”
She stood upright, towering over Steve and his dollhouse. She turned to walk out of the family room, but then stopped and looked back at her tiny live-in boyfriend. “Steve, just to be safe, don’t come out until I return, OK?”
Steve shrugged, wondering what was making her paranoid. “Sure dear. I’ll stay put until the coast is clear.” She waved the fingers of one hand at him, and then walked out of the family room. As usual Steve stood in place enjoying Sylvana’s gorgeous legs as she left the room. He loved how her delicate-looking, if huge, feet were flattered by the marabou sandals, and the heels accentuated her curvy calf muscles. He sighed pleasurably, momentarily forgetting the unexpected visitor at the door. When the floor stopped vibrating from her giant footsteps, he turned around and walked back into the dollhouse.
Sylvana reached the front door as the bell rang again. The visitor then started knocking, obviously getting impatient. “Who is it?” she asked in a slightly louder tone in order to be heard by the person outside.
“Sylvana, it’s Tor. Let me in.”
This caught Sylvana completely by surprise, throwing her into a state of mild panic and confusion. She had been so enjoying her reunion with Captain Burton these past few days that she had almost completely forgotten about the rather untactful way she had broken off the engagement with Tor.
She replied timidly. “Uh, Tor, I, I really don’t think there’s anything for us to discuss.”
Meanwhile Steve had decided to put off for the moment changing into his bathrobe. He was lounging around the dollhouse living room when he thought he heard Sylvana utter the name ‘Tor’ from the next room in the giant house. A troubled look came over his face, and he got up from the couch and walked up to the living room window. If her ex-boyfriend was really out there, he hoped that she had the good sense not to let him in. He thought uncomfortably that things could get very ugly.
“Sylvana, we need to talk”, he stated emphatically. “After two years, you owe me that much.”
“I, I don’t know Tor.” She raised a hand to her face in consternation.
“Sylvana, please!” he shouted. “Please let me in! I just want a few words with you, and then I’ll leave.”
Tor’s pleading; practically begging tone appealed to her empathetic nature and softened her resistance. He was right, she thought. Breaking up an engagement by mail had not been the most diplomatic way to handle the situation. She took a deep breath, unlatched the upper lock, and opened the door.
She immediately regretted doing so, as Tor was a mess. He had a disheveled look about him, and as he moved close to her she could smell alcohol on his breath. His eyes were bloodshot from tears, moving Sylvana to momentarily feel pity for him. He looked her up and down, shaking his head. She suddenly realized that she was still wearing her nightgown and marabou heels. She should have changed before letting Tor in, but it was too late now.
He grasped her arms below her shoulders. “Why, Sylvana, why?”
Sylvana backed away from him. “Tor, I thought my note was clear. I like you, but I don’t think we’re right for each other.”
He gave her an annoyed look, and closed the distance again. “What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t I buy you things and take you to dinner and shows? Don’t we have great sex?”
Sylvana slowly retreated towards the bar that separated the dinning area from the kitchen. She looked up at her jaded ex-lover. “Now look Tor, if you don’t know the answer to that question, it’s too late for me to try to explain it now.”
Sylvana had not closed the door to the family room, and the two giants were now in Steve’s line of vision, standing as he was in the dollhouse living room and looking out the window. He recognized Tor Brazen from the picture in Sylvana’s office. His massive eighty-foot hulk loomed over Sylvana threateningly, and by now Steve was getting very worried. At five inches tall, what could he do other than wait it out in the dollhouse and hope that she could somehow get ride of him without incident?
Tor mocked her words in the disrespectful, sing-song manner that children often use, and then advanced threateningly to her. “So who’s the new guy Sylvana?”
“There’s no guy Tor”, she lied.
He looked down at her sexy sandals, and returning his gaze to her face gave her an evil grin. “Don’t give me that bullshit Sylvana. You’re not exactly dressed for tea time with the ladies.”
By now she was starting to get frightened. “Tor, I think you should leave.”
The man ignored her, and turning his body started looking around the immediate area. “Where is he? Wait until I get my hands on him!” His gaze stopped at the entrance to the family room, and Sylvana shuddered in horror. “Hey, what the hell is this?”
Tor entered the family room and walked over to where the dollhouse was situated on the floor against the wall. Steve quickly backed away from the window, nearly loosing his footing from the enormous shock wave caused by the giant man’s gargantuan feet. Tor kneeled down to look inside, and when Steve noticed the giant’s bushy moustache appear outside the living room window, he darted out of the room and hid in the stairwell. Tor thought for a moment he had heard movement in the dollhouse. His eyes darted around, taking in the tiny furniture. Steve crouched low on the stairs, not daring to move a muscle, thinking to himself that he was glad he didn’t have any of the dollhouse lights on. That really would have aroused Tor’s suspicions.
Sylvana was getting scared. She shuddered to think what would happen to Steve if Tor found him. She walked up to the family room entrance. “Tor. Don’t touch the dollhouse. It’s very expensive.”
He turned his head around and looked up at Sylvana. “Gosh Sylvana, isn’t this cute” he said with a heavy dose of sarcasm. “But aren’t you getting a bit old for dollhouses?”
Sylvana rolled her eyes. “Tor, I’m going to ask you one more time to please leave. If you don’t, I’m going to call the police.” She trembled as the words came out of her mouth. After all, she was a woman, and Tor was a big, brawny man, and in his distraught and intoxicated state he might hurt her.
Tor got up and menacingly approached the woman. She backed away from the family room entrance. “I’ll leave when you tell me who the other man is!”
Sylvana backed against the dinning room table, and slowly moved to the other side to put it between her and her distraught ex-fiancé. He quickly darted around the table, and before she could make a run for it he had grabbed her wrist.
She tried to get away, but the man was far too strong. “Tor, you’re hurting me!”
Steve had seen enough. He knew how ridiculous it was to think that he could in any way challenge this gigantic man, and that if he tried he would be putting himself in terrible danger, but he couldn’t stand anymore this brute abusing her. He got up out of the stairwell and ran back to the living room. Looking around, he found the giant safety pin and razorblade hatchet he kept on hand in the event that a spider or insect ever found its way into the dollhouse. Steve picked up the pin and ax, and securing the ax in his belt, he darted outside and scurried across the floor into the giant dining room where Tor was threatening his woman.
The two giants continued to struggle as Captain Burton approached.
“Tor, let me go!”
“Not until you fess up baby!”
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Presently the dinning room table loomed above him. He ran under it, stopping for breath next to a table leg that was close to where Sylvana was unsuccessfully attempting to break free of Tor. The giant’s upper-bodies were obscured by the table top, but Steve was mere yards from their feet. He gazed at the two pairs of lower limbs for a moment, thinking how odd it was to compare Tor Brazen’s huge, menacing, ugly shoes that were nearly fifteen feet long standing next to Sylvana’s sexy marabou high heels with her beautifully manicured toenails and smooth skin. Sylvana’s feet looked tiny compared to Brazen’s, although to Steve they were still nearly nine feet long. It was like comparing heaven and hell, he thought.
By now Steve was becoming terrified thinking what he now must do. There was nothing for it though. His sense of honor demanded that he attempt to defend his giant girlfriend, no matter how futile the gesture. He raised the pin up laterally as if he were some medieval lancer, held his breath, and lunged at the exposed portion of Tor’s Achilles tendon between his shoe and pants leg.
“Damn!” Tor exclaimed. He felt a sharp pain at his right ankle. Looking down, he was shocked to see a sewing needle firmly embedded in his skin. He was about to reach down and remove the pin when something else caught his eye. There at his feet standing between himself and Sylvana was a tiny man in a red uniform not more than five or six inches tall!
“Leave her alone!” Steve shouted defiantly, brandishing his razorblade ax.
Sylvana looked down and gasped in delight and horror as she put a hand up to her mouth. “Oh Steve!”
Brazen looked over at the dollhouse, then thought of Sylvana’s boss - the little people lover Garm Obek. He looked at Sylvana, and then returned his gaze to the tiny man. He put two and two together, and the revelation was all too much for him. Tor was so stunned that he entirely forgot about the pin sticking out of his ankle.
Tor looked at Syvlana with much surprise and shock evident in his face. “You dumped me for a five-inch tall man?” She didn’t answer him.
He returned his gaze to the floor and lifted his foot to squash the little man, but he was gone. Tor lowered himself to his knees, just in time to see Captain Burton running out from underneath the table on the opposite side.
Sylvana grabbed Tor’s shoulder with both hands. “Oh please Tor, don’t hurt him!”
He looked up at her with big, wide eyes. “Don’t touch me, you depraved, perverse woman!” He pushed her aside, and she slid to the floor, sobbing.
Steve bolted in the direction of the family room. Of course he knew it would be foolhardy to attempt to hide in the dollhouse, but he hoped to make it to the ventilation duct that he had used to leave Sylvana’s house after their first night together.
Tor started ambling about the dinning room, looking for the tiny man. “Come here little man. I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to crush you until there’s nothing left but a bloody pulp!” he said with a touch of madness in his voice.
Brazen turned his gaze left, just in time to see the tiny man dart across the floor into the family room. He smiled, and slowly followed him.
Steve reached the duct opening just as Tor’s giant shadow appeared, shrouding the little man in darkness. Steve tried opening the duct, but it wouldn’t budge. With horror he realized that Sylvana must have discovered it was open after his last use, and she had evidently secured the latch. With the crazed giant now seconds from him, there was no chance of Steve opening it in time. In desperation he looked around, but saw no place to run. Tor lowered himself to the floor. “Now I’ve got you, you little shit!” Steve turned around and started running along the wall, but it was too late. He had gone only a few yards when he suddenly felt brutal, giant fingers around his body. Steve’s arms were still free, and he attempted to swipe at the giant’s fingers with his hatchet, but no sooner had he raised his arms when he felt Tor’s fingers start compressing his torso. The wind was totally knocked out of him, and his hatchet fell to the floor. The pain was excruciating as Tor started to slowly crush the life out of Steve. Any second he expected his ribs to snap. “Why doesn’t he get it over with?” Steve thought. “The sadist was probably savoring the moment.” Steve knew he had seconds to live, and he thought he saw his life rush before him.
All at once Steve heard what sounded like glass breaking. His exposed face and upper body, protruding as they were out of the giant’s hand, were doused with a bitter liquid. The giant suddenly released him, and Steve fell twenty feet and landed with a thud on the carpet below. In a few moments Steve regained his senses, and looking up saw Sylvana with a broken wine bottle in her hand, kneeling at the head of Tor Brazen who was now straddled across the floor, totally still. She was crying.
Steve cautiously approached the enormous hulk of Brazen, walking along the length of his arm until reaching his wrist. Steve easily found the giant’s vain, bulging as it was like some large-diameter water hose underneath the skin, and placed his hands on it. He could feel the giant’s strong, rhythmic pulse, confirming his suspicions that the giant was not dead, only knocked out cold. The man’s course skin and the abrasive smell emanating from it assaulted his senses, making him feel nauseous. Steve removed his hand and backed away, yet again reflecting on how repulsive the giant men could be up close.
He looked up at Sylvana. Her head was bowed low and she was still sobbing profusely. “Sylvana! Sylvana!” Steve shouted.
She raised her head slightly until Steve could see her bloodshot eyes. “Tor’s not dead, only unconscious”, he said. She forced a quick smile, but said nothing.
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Steve could see that she needed some comforting. He walked up to her shin at a point just below the knee, and started gently stroking and kissing her silken soft skin. Sylvana noticed Steve’s tender ministrations, and presently her crying subsided. She placed her palm flat on the ground next to him. Steve walked up on it, and she brought him up close to her face. He placed a hand on her check and stroked it.
“Sylvana, you’ve saved my life yet again. Thank you dear.”
She replied between sniffles. “Oh Steve, I was wrong to bring you here and put you in danger. It was very selfish of me.”
“Sylvana, you are the most caring, beautiful woman I’ve ever known. I don’t blame you for anything, and I love you.”
With her free hand she wiped her bloodshot eyes, and then planted a loving kiss on Steve’s face.
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A few minutes later Sylvana called the police. A pair of officers arrived just as Tor was beginning to regain consciousness. They were surprised to see Tor Brazen, the fire chief of Nar Shaddaa, lying on the floor. They roused him, and although now somewhat conscious, the officers could see that he was at least a little intoxicated. They somewhat nervously handcuffed him and took him out to their patrol car. They returned for Sylvana’s deposition, and gave the attractive woman admiring stares as they approached her. Upon reaching the table, they were astounded to find a tiny man standing on it before her.
“Hey sarge, it’s one of the little people!”
The officer reached over to grab Captain Burton, but before he could Sylvana thrust an official looking document into his hands.
“Not so fast buster!” she exclaimed.
“What’s this?” he asked.
The police sergeant took the document from his deputy and glanced over it. “It’s a permit for one Earthman named Captain Steven Burton.” He looked at it a few more moments. “Everything appears to be in order.” He handed the permit back to Sylvana and gave her a sly glance. “I won’t presume to ask you why the little man is here.” He regarded Steve with a hostile look.
“Thank you officer” Sylvana replied, but otherwise didn’t comment on his not so subtle innuendo. She looked down at Steve and smiled, then set the document on the table.
“So what happened here tonight Miss Noor? You said Chief Brazen attacked you? Why?”
She gave them a sad, forlorn look; she was still somewhat traumatized by the events of the evening. “I, I broke off our engagement, and needless to say, Tor didn’t take it very well.”
The police sergeant continued his questioning. “So he attacked you, and you hit him with the wine bottle?” The deputy looked on silently, though he was finding it increasing difficult to keep his eyes off Miss Noor’s shapely legs.
“Well, not exactly” she replied.
“Explain.” The sergeant prompted.
“Tor was being rough with me, trying to force me to tell him who the other man was. And…..and……”
“Yes Miss Noor?” He prompted her again.
Sylvana sighed, thinking to herself that although she hadn’t had a cigarette in five years, she could sure use one now. “Captain Burton attacked Tor with a sewing needle to try to chase him away from me.”
The two policemen started to regard her very curiously. Steve just stood on the table silently with his arms folded.
She continued. “He let go of me and chased after Captain Burton. Tor was about to crush Steve when I came up from behind and hit him with the wine bottle.”
The sergeant put a hand to his chin and looked down in contemplation. After a few moments he concluded the questioning. “I guess that will be all for now Miss Noor, although we will need you to come down to the station and file a formal deposition.”
Sylvana gave him an uneasy look and darted her eyes nervously. “Uh, sergeant, I don’t think I want to file a formal complaint.”
“Oh really, why ever not?” he replied.
“Tor and I had been going steady for some time. It must have been very hard for him when I returned the engagement ring.” She paused for a moment, and then continued. “I do think I’d like to file a restraining order on him though.”
“As you wish, ma’am; given that it is Fire Chief Brazen, it is probably a wise decision not to press charges. It would avoid a lot of unpleasantness and difficult questions. We’ll let him sleep it off at the station this evening and release him in the morning. We will need you to come by the station soon though to sign the restraining order.”
Sylvana nodded.
The sergeant concluded the questioning. “OK then, I think we’re finished here.” He motioned to his deputy that it was time to leave, and Sylvana thanked them for coming promptly and wished them a good night.
As they prepared to leave, the heretofore largely silent deputy accosted Sylvana. “Uh, Miss Noor?”
“Yes officer?” she replied.
“I don’t mean to pry, but the other man, was it, it……….” He looked over at Captain Burton still standing on the table.
She gave the officers a coy smile, and then gazed upon her tiny boyfriend standing on the table before her.
The two police officers stood in place for a moment, totally astonished at what Sylvana had more or less admitted. “Come on, let’s go” the sergeant said annoyingly to his deputy.
The police officers drove to the station with Chief Brazen in the back, sleeping.
“Sarge, what do you think a hot dame like Sylvana Noor sees in a five-inch tall man?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t want you spreading rumors back at the station. Chief Brazen would be the laughing stock of Nar Shadaa if it ever got out that he lost his woman to one of the little men” his superior replied.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right sarge. I feel sorry for Chief Brazen though. I mean, how would you feel if you found out your girlfriend was in bed with one of those little Earthmen?”
The sergeant gave him a blank stare and shook his head incredulously.
Meanwhile, Sylvana and Steve were finishing up a nightcap before going to bed. Sylvana was reclined on the sofa with her legs crossed and feet up on the coffee table. Steve had finally managed to get out of his clothes and put on his robe. He was standing on the coffee table, leaning with his back against her lower leg just above the ankle.
She took a sip of her drink and then looked down at him. “Steve?”
“Yes dear?”
She smiled. “You know that was a very brave, but very foolish thing you did.”
“I know, but I never miss an opportunity to come to the rescue of a damsel in distress.” He grinned.
She gave him a fake surprised look. “But Steve hon, I thought that the knight was supposed to carry off the princess to his castle and live happily ever after?”
Sylvana nudged his shoulder with her big toe, and they laughed at her comment for a good minute. When Sylvana took Steve to her bed shortly after, they expected their lovemaking to be short and sweet due to the earlier trauma with Tor and their lack of sleep the night before. Alas, by the time they were finished the sun had come up, and Sylvana’s alarm clock went off shortly after.
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Inspector Kobick was alone in his office, going over the daily briefings on the little people. Even though it was mid-day, the lighting in the office was dim; almost cavern-like. A single lamp illuminated Kobick and his desktop, but the rest of the office was covered in shadows and darkness. In spite of the recent liberalization in the policies of the High Council, the inspector still maintained his police-state trappings.
He put the papers aside and removed his glasses. He was in a foul mood. With High Councilwoman Placidia’s increasing interference with SID operations against the little people, to say nothing of her support of Archon Obek’s dealings with the miniscule monsters, he was making absolutely no headway. “Don’t the fools know that they are dangerous enemy aliens, and should be treated as such?” Kobick lamented the fact that not only had they managed to slash the SID budget, but now they’d denied him access to police records concerning the little people, leaving him nearly blind. He gave out a long sigh.
He needed a miracle, and he got one later that afternoon.
Kobick’s intercom buzzed. “Yes, what is it?”
“Inspector Kobick, Fire Chief Brazen is here to see you. Should I send him in?” The secretary asked.
“Yes, Miss Archer” he replied.
The inspector leaned back in his chair, putting his hand on his chin. “Chief Brazen……Hmmm.” Kobick had heard the other day that Brazen had gotten into a brouhaha at his fiancée’s house, but when he tried to obtain the police report he had been denied on reasons of state security. Thinking further on this, he seemed to recall that Brazen’s ex-fiancée had been none other than that little people lover Garm Obek’s personal assistant, what’s her name….Ms. Noor. “Hmmm.”
The door opened, and the department secretary came in with the Fire Chief.
“Can I get you anything sir”, the mature but comely dark-haired woman asked.
Kobick got up from his desk. “No Miss Archer, that will be all thank you.”
The secretary left the room, and the two men watched her admiringly as she departed. It occurred to the Inspector that his secretary’s skirts had been getting shorter of late. “Must be a new fashion trend”, he thought, not that he was complaining.
Kobick shook the man’s hand and offered him a seat. He then returned to his own chair.
“To what do I owe this pleasure, Chief Brazen?” Kobick asked formally.
Kobick noticed his face take on an uncomfortable demeanor. “Well Inspector, I find this matter difficult to discuss, but as a citizen of Brobdinia I felt it important enough to bring to the attention of the SID.”
Kobick leaned forward and removed his glasses, looking at the man with much interest. “Continue, please.”
Brazen looked away, feeling embarrassed. “My fiancée broke off our engagement, and when I went to her house for an explanation, I found her there with one of the little people!”
Kobick’s eyes glowed. “Oh really? Please tell me more.”
Brazen moved nervously in his chair and fidgeted with his hands. “There’s really not much to tell……except……..”
“Except what Tor?” Kobick got up from his chair, and moving around to the front of his desk, leaned back on it. He often found this intimidating ploy useful when attempting to subtly interrogate people.
“You’re not going to believe this inspector, but she was wearing a sexy nightgown, as if ready for a night of partying!”
Kobick’s eyes grew very wide. He’d heard rumors of strange goings on between some Brobdinian women and the little men but had dismissed them as nonsense. “Tell me Tor, what pray tell did the little man look like?”
“He was dark haired, and was wearing what looked like a red uniform”, he replied sheepishly. He lifted up a clenched fist. “I had the little mouse right in my hand, and I would have crushed him if Sylvana hadn’t snuck up from behind and hit me with a wine bottle”, he said with a trace of anger bordering on madness.
Realizing that Brazen was talking about his old nemesis Captain Burton brought an evil smile to Kobick’s face. He got up and patted the distraught man on the back. “Thank you Tor. I know this must be very difficult to talk about”, he said with false sincerity. “Is there anything else you can tell me about the little man? Does he have anything to do with Miss Noor’s boss, Garm Obek?”
The inspector’s query stimulated Brazen’s memory, and he sat up in his chair. “Sylvana told me that Obek has some of our scientists there studying the little people and learning their technology.”
“Interesting”, he quipped. “Anything else?”
A revelation suddenly dawned on Brazen. “Oh, yes, come to think of it, she let slip the last time we had dinner together that Obek had the little people’s spaceship at his estate, and he’s helping them repair it.”
Kobick frowned. It seems that he had to move quickly, or Captain Burton would escape his clutches for good. Kobick smiled and offered the man his hand, signaling that the interview was at an end. Brazen got up and the two men shook hands. “Tor, thank you for coming to me with this very interesting information, I think it may prove to be most useful. You are indeed a true patriot.”
“Thank you inspector”, he replied. “I hope you can do something about the little people menace. I mean, when their men start going to bed with our women, why it’s, it’s obscene!”
“Quite right Tor, quite right. It’s worse than that; it’s an abomination!” He said sternly. “And I might add, that if Miss Noor would rather see Captain Burton than you, then you’re better off without her. She disgraces herself with her conduct.”
Brazen walked out the door. Talking about his ex-fiancée had sparked some wistful, longing thoughts in Tor. Ruminating on Kobick’s logic, however, made him feel a little better.
When Brazen had departed, Kobick wiped the insincere smile from his face. “The man’s pathetic!” he thought. “Any man who would let a five-inch tall Earthman steal away his woman was beyond contempt.” He shook his head in disgust.
Kobick slumped back in his chair and digested the information that Brazen had given him. After agent Gothmog’s report several weeks ago he had suspected something was going on at Obek’s estate, and Brazen had just confirmed this. With that damnable harridan Galla Placidia of the High Council supporting Obek, however, an SID raid on his estate was out of the question. He also thought it unlikely he could catch Captain Burton alone at Miss Noor’s residence, as she probably would not leave the little man unaccompanied. What he needed was a good old-fashioned mole at Obek’s estate. “But who?”
An idea came to him. Putting on his spectacles, he got up from his chair and went over to one of the numerous file cabinets in his office. He’d had Agent Gothmog watch the comings and goings at the Archon’s estate, and after a moment of shuffling though papers he found the folder and pulled out the document he was looking for. Scanning Agent Gothmog’s report, his eyes stopped on one particular name that he knew, that is, used to know, quite well – Dr. Dektora Lefay. His lips curled in an evil smile.
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Dektora Lefay
was moderately irritated as she drove to the University for a
Sylvana had actually lied to her. She didn’t trust Doctor Lefay, and now that Sylvana and Steve had been reconciled and were going steady, she had become very possessive of her little Earthman. Dektora perhaps sensed this, but more or less accepted what Miss Noor had told her at face value and comforted herself with the knowledge that all was not lost, as she still had permission to visit Captain Burton at the Archon’s estate.
The class Doctor Lefay was teaching that morning was an anthropology/sociology class on the little people. She noted with some satisfaction when walking into the classroom that it was nearly full. Interest in the little people had increased dramatically the past few years, and as resident expert Dektora’s lectures on the subject were frequently well-attended. As usual Dektora was wearing a miniskirt, and the young men in the class gave her admiring stares as she walked up to the lectern. Indeed, most of the male students at the University idolized Doctor Lefay as the archetype of the sexy mature woman.
She began her lecture, and after about thirty minutes a visitor quietly entered in the back and sat down. She recognized the man right away as an old boyfriend, Inspector Kobick of the SID. Kobick’s unexpected visit threw her a little off kilter, but she quickly recovered and continued with the lecture.
A student raised his hand, and she acknowledged him. “How did the little people get here, ma’am?”
“A good question”, she replied as she walked to the front of her desk, and then sat down on it. She crossed her legs, and the sight of her voluptuous thighs caused more than a few skipped heartbeats among the male students. Inspector Kobick, sitting quietly in the last row, rolled his eyes. “Typical Dektora” he thought.
She continued. “Based on speculations by our astronomers as well as interrogations of some captured Earthmen, we think there is a wormhole close to Brobdinia with the other end near Earth. This wormhole is as yet uncharted, but we believe that the Earth’s advanced space technology has enabled their spacecraft to travel near the wormhole. Some of their ships must have accidentally fallen into it, and were propelled great distances to our world.”
A studious-looking young girl with glasses raised her hand. “Does that mean someday we may be able to travel to the Earth?”
Dektora smiled. “Yes, the High Council has been moving forward with our space program to do just that.”
“But Doctor Lefay, the Earth people are so small compared to us. “Wouldn’t we frighten them if we landed on their world?” the girl countered.
Dektora got up from where she had been sitting on the desk (much to the disappointment of some) and folded her arms. “Probably”, she replied. “In any event we have a few years to go before our manned space program is ready for such an attempt, and in any case what you are talking about is culture shock, a subject for another lecture.”
The girl nodded but said nothing.
Another student lifted his hand. “Doctor Lefay, how many Earthmen do you think are here on Brobdinia?”
“Another good question” she replied. “Statistics collected for the High Council suggest that there are probably no more than three or four hundred on our world, though again, this is pure speculation. Many regrettably have died when their ships crash-landed here.”
Looking around and seeing no other questions, Dektora walked up to the chalkboard. She wrote some figures on it, and then turned back to face the class. “Please note the average dimensions of the little people. They are roughly one-twelfth our size.” Several of the students gasped at this.
Dektora faced the class. “Have any of you ever seen the little people?”
Several students raised their hands, stating that they had seen some pictures of them on the news. A pretty young girl with long blonde hair sitting in the third row actually had considerable interactions with one of the little people. Shiva Torridge was tempted to raise her hand, but immediately thought better of it. Her reminiscing about the tiny Earth boy Barry Lockridge brought back wistful memories, and in any case their story was altogether too personal for present company.
“Yes, I thought as much”, Dektora said smugly. She walked over to her desk, and pulled a large photograph out of her book bag. “I have something I want to show you. Pass it around, but remember that I do want it back.”
The males in the class regarded the photo in silence. They were obviously embarrassed by it, and quickly passed it on. The girls, however, were another matter entirely. Dr. Lefay detected gasps, ooohs, and ahhhs, from them. Several of the girls held on to the photo a bit long and had to be prompted by their fellow classmates to pass it along. Of course it was the photograph that Doctor Lefay had taken of semi-nude Captain Burton standing on the desk next to the upright ruler and her high heel.
When the photo reached Inspector Kobick, he regarded it distastefully. “Whatever do these women see in that mouse-man Captain Burton?” he thought. He shook his head and quickly passed it on. He cracked a sly grin. Judging from the slightly risqué nature of the picture, he surmised that Doctor Lefay must also have more than a professional interest in Captain Burton. This boded well, as he felt that Dektora would probably be more inclined to help him with his scheme.
“Wow Doctor Lefay, he’s cute! He can stand in my high heel anytime!” Everyone’s eyes turned to the beautiful young girl with long auburn hair sitting at the center of the class.
“I don’t know Tarla, do you think you could handle him?” A boy in the class replied teasingly.
The girl gave him a catty look. “Well Zoren, given the choice between him and you, I’ll take the little man any day!”
The students immediately erupted in riotous laughter, and before it had entirely subsided the bell rang signaling the end of the class period. Doctor Lefay retrieved the picture from the student, noting as she did that the girl was Tarla Noor, daughter of Archon Obek’s secretary. Dektora thought it a curious coincidence, and reflected with a trace of uneasiness that Tarla seemed to share her admiration of Captain Burton. She immediately dismissed the thought and approached Inspector Kobick, now standing near her desk.
“My word Doctor, you definitely know how to keep your students entertained.”
She gave him a blank expression.
“And I would add that you look as lovely as ever, my dear.”
“Save it Kobick” she said sternly. “I was through with you a long time ago, and I’m doubly through with you now!”
“Oh come now Doctor. Can’t we let bygones be bygones and renew our friendship?” he said with a hint of sarcasm.
“Not a chance.” She walked over to her desk and picked up her papers, then looked up at him impatiently. “What do you want Kobick? And make it quick. I’m very busy.”
“But of course Dektora.” He removed his spectacles. “I can call you Dektora, can’t I?” he added with insincere charm.
“No you may not!” she replied curtly.
“As you wish Doctor Lefay” he gave her his customary evil grin. “I’m here to talk with you about your favorite subject - the little people.”
She leaned against her desk, shook her head back and forth and sighed. “Big surprise that” she said sarcastically. “Sorry to disappoint you inspector, but I’m afraid you’re wasting your time. I study them, and you want to stomp on them. We have nothing to discuss.”
“I think we do” he replied. Kobick walked up to the desk and picked up the picture of Captain Burton standing next to her high heel. He glanced at it objectionably, and she immediately grabbed it out of his hand.
“Would you get to the point Kobick, I haven’t got all day!”
“I’ve heard from very reliable sources that Archon Obek has been harboring the little people and their spaceship at his estate, illegally I might add, and you’ve been visiting them.”
She was by now starting to get very annoyed. “First of all, the Archon has the approval of the High Council….”
Kobick interrupted. “That depends on whom you ask on the High Council.”
She ignored the interruption and continued. “…..and secondly, it’s none of your damned business!” She put her papers and photo into her book bag. “I guess you’ve wasted your time coming here”, she said with heavy sarcasm. “I have nothing to say to you.”
Kobick was un-phased. “Alright Doctor, but at least have the courtesy of hearing my offer.”
Dektora stood with her book bag in hand, ready to depart. She raised her eyebrows.
“I want you to abduct Captain Burton for me. I’m authorized to pay you ten thousand kronos upon delivery.”
She shook her head back and forth. “Inspector Kobick, if you think I’m going to help you, you’re sadly mistaken; not for twice the money. Now if you will excuse me.” She started walking towards the door, and Kobick starred at her elegant nylons.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “That’s a pity Doctor.”
She opened the classroom door, about to exit.
“Oh Doctor, by the way, did you know that little Captain Burton has been seeing Obek’s secretary, Sylvana Noor?”
She stopped in her tracks. That had gotten her attention, as the manipulative inspector knew it would. Dektora hesitated for a moment, and then walked back into the classroom, closing the door behind her.
“What? Why, why, that’s preposterous”, she said uneasily.
He smiled. “My thoughts exactly, my dear. In fact, I have it on very good authority that the little man is spending his nights at her house.”
“Why that little……”, she said under her breath. Dektora was by now feeling incredibly jealous, and as hard as she tried not to show it, Kobick could see it in her face. He gave her a malevolent grin.
“I take it you’ve reconsidered?”
She folded her arms across her chest and looked down at the floor. “I don’t know”, she said quietly.
She was by now flummoxed. Inspector Kobick had made a career out of manipulating people and using their weaknesses against them. In the case of Doctor Lefay, he need look no further than the picture of Captain Burton standing next to her shoe to know what her weakness was, though he couldn’t for the life of him ken what these women saw in that mouse-man. He played his final card.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do Dektora. After you remove Captain Burton from the Archon’s estate, there’s no need to bring him to me immediately. After all, I’m sure you’d like a day or so to study him, would you not? I mean, for the advancement of science, of course.” He drove the nail home.
The woman nodded her head, but still kept her glance low, by now being too intimidated and embarrassed to look him in the eye. “But how do I get him past the guards?”
Kobick gave her a sly grin, looking over his glasses. “Why Doctor Lefay, you’re a woman. I should have thought that was obvious?”
Her face reddened. “I……I……when the guards notice him missing Miss Noor will search me.”
“Not if they are otherwise occupied, my dear.”
She looked up at him quizzically, and creased her eyebrows.
“It’s really quite simple my dear. You’ll schedule an interview with Captain
Burton, and at a pre-appointed time while you’re alone with him I’ll create a
distraction with some of my SID men.
While Obek and his security guards are outside
dealing with me, you can quietly slip away with
“You’re forgetting one thing” she said. “After your diversion is over and they find Captain Burton gone, they’ll know I took him.”
“That’s right Doctor, but I’m willing to bet they won’t come to you immediately, and by the time they do, you will have already deposited Captain Burton into my waiting hands.”
“You’ve got it all figured out, haven’t you?” she noted with some displeasure, knowing full well that she was being played like a fiddle.
“The SID likes to be thorough” he said officiously.
She hesitated for a moment, and then looked up at Kobick. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
“Ah good” he offered her his hand to consummate the deal, but she did not move to take it. “Set up the meeting with Captain Burton, and then call me with the details.”
Dektora nodded her agreement. The inspector put on his glasses and walked out the door.
Considering the relatively short length of the conversation with Kobick, Dektora felt totally drained.
Later that afternoon Doctor Lefay again
called Obek’s Office.
The previous conversation she’d had with his secretary had not been
terribly pleasant, and knowing what she knew now about the relationship between
Miss Noor and the tiny Earthman, talking with her
left Dektora seething with jealousy. She told the secretary she wished to continue
her discussions with Captain Burton on Earth culture and geography, and Miss Noor had imperiously replied her that she would check with
the Archon and that Dektora would have to call back
later. When Dektora
did so, she was relieved to find that her appointment request had been approved
for a
Dektora hung up, doing her best not to slam the receiver on the phone. “Bitch!”
She leaned back on her desk chair, by now livid over the manipulations of Inspector Kobick and the perceived smugness of Miss Noor. She thought about her up-coming appointment with Captain Burton, and after a few minutes an idea came to her. It was a bold plan, but she wanted the little Earthman badly. A wry smile came upon her face. She picked up the phone again and placed a call to the Narr Shadaa airport, making a reservation for a flight scheduled to leave the day after her appointment with Steve.
The die had been cast, and she got up from her desk and looked out the window. “Kobick thinks he can play me like a violin, and that smug bitch Miss Noor thinks she has Steve all to herself. They are in for a surprise” she thought. “The little man will be mine, and I’ll and teach the fool Kobick and that hussy a lesson for daring to so contemptuously underestimate me!” A dark, sinister grin crept upon her face.
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Sylvana was overcome with an uneasy feeling while escorting Doctor Lefay to the office where Steve was awaiting the scheduled appointment with the professor. With her shiny dark nylons and short, short skirt outfit, Sylvana felt the collage professor was dressed far too daringly for what was supposed to be a professional meeting. She tried to comfort herself with the knowledge that the meeting had been approved by the Archon, and that Doctor Lefay in fact usually dressed provocatively most of the time anyway. There was also the given that, due to the important work being conducted here under the sanction of the High Council, any misconduct on the part of the visitors could land them in serious trouble. She shook her head and curled her lips in a thin smile, thinking what she was feeling was probably just a healthy dose of good old-fashioned jealousy and possessiveness concerning Captain Burton. Still in all, Dektora’s haughty, almost condescending manner in which she was carrying herself today, and her sexy attire, were making Sylvana feel edgy.
The two women entered the office and found Steve waiting patiently on the desktop. The Doctor and Steve exchanged greetings, and when Dektora offered Steve her hand, Steve graped his tiny hands around her index finger and kissed it. Sylvana cringed. Without saying anything she turned around and stomped out of the office, barely avoiding slamming the door behind her. Steve looked up wondering what was wrong with Sylvana.
Sylvana strutted down the hall, and after a moment regained her composure. “I’m being silly”, she thought. “Dektora had offered him her hand, and Steve’s kissing it was just him being his naturally polite self.” She sighed. To her mind, however, the sooner the meeting was over and Doctor Lefay gone, the better Sylvana would feel. She put it out of her mind and proceeded to the upstairs veranda where ladies teatime awaited her with Honoria Obek and the two Earth women, Valerie and Betty.
Doctor Lefay set her book bag down on the floor next to the desk and sat down in the chair. She clasped her hands on the desktop directly in front of the tiny man and gave him a bright smile.
“How’ve you been Steve?”
“Just fine Doctor Lefay, and yourself?”
“Oh, I’m a bit disappointed that I couldn’t take you to my house to see my Earth collection, but at least I can still interview you here” she replied.
Steve had not been aware of this cancellation; in fact had entirely forgotten Dektora’s invite until she mentioned it now. He nodded but said nothing. As with their previous meetings, he found himself very distracted by her very elegant and sexy appearance.
“And Steve, please call me Dektora”, she said with a smile.
“Oh yes, Dektora.”
“Steve, look, since we’re just going to talk today, why don’t we make ourselves more comfortable.”
The tiny man gave her a curious look, wondering what she meant.
Dektora let out a short laugh, and Steve felt her warm breath blow across his face. She gave him a big smile, exposing her huge, perfectly aligned teeth. “I mean, why don’t we move to the couch? I’ll put you on the coffee table.” She moved her right hand close to Steve and opened her fingers, ready to take hold of him.
“Sure, I don’t see why not?” Steve replied. He looked in the direction of the couch, then back at his giant guest. “Uh, Dektora, I don’t see a coffee table.”
She looked behind her, and sure enough, there was not. She thought for a moment, and it occurred to her what they could do. “I’ve got an idea Steve.”
She stood up, and grasping the wheeled chair she had sat in, started pushing it towards the sofa. Steve gazed admiringly at her sexy legs and shiny black heels as she intentionally bent over while slowly pushing the chair to a position in front of the couch. She knew Steve was checking her out, and it gave her a most pleasurable feeling.
When Dektora returned to the desk, Steve pinned his arms to his sides, and she carefully wrapped her fingers around his tiny body. She slowly carried him over to the chair, savoring the moment and sensations of his tiny body, and placed him on it next to the backrest. Steve sat down, leaning back against the chair with his legs sprawled forward. The heat generated from Dektora’s enormous body when she had sat in the chair, combined with her strong perfume, flooded his senses with a very warm, pleasing sensation. He glanced from side to side and reflected on how ridiculous he must look sitting in this giant chair. He was very comfortable though, and the fact that this sexy giant woman had just sat in it gave him an oddly erotic feeling.
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Dektora pulled a notebook and pen out of her bag, and then sat down on the sofa. Slowly, alluringly, she crossed one leg over the other. Her skirt lifted up until almost all of her magnificent thighs were visible. To tiny Steve, situated as he was level with her legs, it was a thoroughly breathtaking sight.
The enticing view before Steve caused him to speculate on what some of the other giant women might be like in bed? He couldn’t deny that Dektora compared very favorably to Sylvana. Steve cracked a smile, thinking that although he and Sylvana were not married, that it might be unwise to play two-time with his giant girlfriend. He thought, however, that when he and Sylvana returned home that evening he would have to talk to her about buying some sexy clothes like the kind Dektora wore.
“Shall we begin Steve?” Present company brought him back into the here and now.
The giant woman looked up from her notebook and subtly licked her lips. She arched her foot out of her pump, balancing it on her toes just a few yards in front of him.
This is going to be a great session, he thought. If he couldn’t touch, he could certainly enjoy the scenery.
For her part Dektora thought she was completely succeeding in turning on the little Earthman. She exhaled pleasurably, thinking that Steve might possibly come with her willingly and not have to be forced. Things were turning out better than she had expected.
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Using an eye dropper, Sylvana took some tea out of her cup and carefully placed a few drops each in Valerie and Betty’s tiny cups. The two little Earth women thanked Sylvana and sipped the hot tea. It was delicious, they thought. Sylvana resumed sipping from her own cup, with Honoria Obek sitting at her side and doing the same.
Sylvana looked down at the two tiny women sitting at the dollhouse table, situated before her and Honoria on one of the tables in the Obeks’ upstairs veranda. “Valerie, Betty, I’m glad we finally got the opportunity to get together and chat.”
“Yes, with everything so hectic and busy these days, I was beginning to wonder if we were ever going to get the chance”, Betty responded.
Honoria interjected. “Yes, it’s about time we got away from our men long enough for some ladies’ talk.” The four women giggled lightly.
Valerie put her cup down and looked up at the two giant women before her. “Speaking of men…..”
Betty nudged Valerie on the shoulder. “Hey Val, you mean our favorite subject?” she said flippantly.
“And why not?” Mrs. Obek added. “After all, we’re theirs’.”
“Yeah, but sometimes I wonder about my Mark”, Valerie commented. The four women laughed in unison.
Valerie gazed up at the giant secretary. “Sylvana, we don’t know each other very well, and I should warn you up front that I tend to speak my mind.”
“That’s an understatement!” Betty noted.
“Stuff it Betty!” Valerie responded jokingly.
“Hey!” Betty shouted with feigned upset tone, slapping Valerie on the shoulder.
Sylvana put her cup down and leaned close to Valerie. “You were about to ask me something about men?” She said with a grin..
“Well Sylvana, yes. I can see that you and Steve love each other very much, but I must say that the two of you are without a doubt the oddest couple I’ve ever seen. No offense Sylvana.”
“None taken Valerie”, Sylvana responded graciously.
Valerie continued. “I mean, to be blunt, how do you make love to Steve without crushing the life out of him?”
Betty looked at her friend with wide eyes and jaw dropped to the ground. The four women laughed for a good half-minute.
Finally when everyone had settled down, Sylvana responded. “Actually Valerie, that is a very good practical question.” The other three looked at Sylvana with much anticipation. Sylvana continued. “We were very careful at first; both of us wondering if it would be dangerous for him.”
“And?” Honoria prompted her, and the three women looked at Sylvana with imploring eyes.
The secretary took a sip from her cup, and then smiled at the tiny women. “Your Captain has a very strong and muscled little body, and I think it would take a lot to hurt him.”
Mrs. Obek nudged Sylvana. “So does that mean he was good?”
Sylvana gulped, and a blank expression came upon her face. She looked at Honoria, and then down at the two little women, then smiled. “Steve is the best sex I’ve ever had!”
Valerie and Betty looked shocked, but Mrs. Obek smiled knowingly.
“Not only that…..” Sylvana added. “Steve is the master of massage and foreplay.” She looked at the lady sitting next to her. “Honoria, you haven’t lived until you’ve had one of his foot massages, or felt him caressing your legs.” She paused for a moment, looking a little embarrassed. “….. or felt him climbing over your breasts.”
The four women giggled.
Sylvana looked around at the others. “But seriously girls, Steve could teach men our own size a thing or two about how to treat women.”
“No kidding?” Betty said rhetorically. She turned to Valerie. “Val, see what you’ve missed out on?”
The two giants looked down at the tiny women quizzically, wondering what Betty meant.
Valerie sensed this. “What Betty means is that Steve and I were an item for a while after we first crashed here, but things never quite clicked between us.”
“Why not?” Sylvana asked, ‘Not that I’m complaining. He’s handsome, brave, husky, resourceful, intelligent, and he’s great in bed. What more could a woman want?” Sylvana grinned.
Valerie stood up from her tiny chair and faced Sylvana. “I’m sure what you’re saying is true, but Steve is just an airline pilot, whereas Mark………He’s a brilliant engineer, a millionaire many times over, and he owned twenty-five corporations before the age of thirty.” She paused and put a hand to her face. “Or was it thirty corporations before the age of twenty-five?????”
The four ladies laughed heartedly at Valerie’s perceived facetiousness.
Valerie raised her arms at each side with palms up. “Hey, I’m a card-carrying social climber. I admit it.”
“Honk!