Consider

By:
J.D. Hoeye


Chapter
XXXIII


I entered the women's living room where they waited for my nightly appearance. Lana came to me as I entered and took me directly to the small comfortable group of furniture we'd fallen into the habit of using. There was other furniture in the room too, but the wide soft stools set around a central, low table were the most comfortable to sit on, besides being closest to the buffet and bar at the same end of the room.

Debbie, Toni, Lavern and Cindy were all standing at one of the windows talking among themselves as Lana and I poured our drinks. Lana stopped me by the buffet for a short exchange.

"Cindy tells me you entertained her last night while the rest of us were gone."

"Yes, I did. We had a pleasant evening of conversation."

"That's what she said."

Lana held her hand to my forehead.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, backing away.

"Cindy said you were a gentleman, and didn't make a pass at her. I was wondering if you were sick."

"No."

"Then you don't find her attractive?"

"No. I mean yes. I do."

"Geof, Cindy thinks you don't want to mate with her for some reason."

I must have shown surprise.

"I think you better tell her you were ill or something. She thinks you're not interested."

"Oh."

The others were coming to the buffet, so Lana greeted them, while I refilled their glasses; then we all sat down together and begin the evening discussions.

Lana, always the spokeswoman, started right in by reciting the minutes of our last meeting in the Living Room; relating how Sandy had claimed great things trying to impress them; and then how I'd made some sarcastic statements in agreement with her, then passed out.

Most of what Lana said was for Cindy's benefit, and possibly mine. She wasn't really lying, just allowing her to think I was still somewhat disabled by the stress from that incident. As Lana talked, I could see Cindy soften to the story, and appeared to relax as Lana talked.

Lana went on to tell how Sandy had been so sure of herself, that she'd blown her own cover by nearly gloating about knowing the truth, then calling for the fruitless search of my apartment.

The look Lana gave me when she told about that part of Sandy's downfall was priceless, and I nearly burst out laughing; until I realized I didn't have any idea how Tina had known about the search in time to clean out the apartment. She hadn't told me that and I hadn't thought to ask.

Lana went on for some time about the details of what had happened during the time I'd been asleep, and finished with the news that Sandy had earned the wrath of the High Counsel. When she told us what the sentence passed on Sandy was, I could see the thought of banishment to the outside world terrified these women.

When Lana finally finished her story, the room was silent as the women passed looks to each other in unspoken sympathy for Sandy's fate.

"Should I leave?" I asked quietly.

Toni answered, "No, it's not you. We just think the punishment was too severe for the crime."

"But I am a man. I know all too well what will happen to a woman like Sandy on the outside."

"Like Sandy? What's that supposed to mean? Aren't all women raped and killed? What makes Sandy different?"

All of them were asking their questions at once, making answering any an impossibility. By their reactions to my statement I must have touched a nerve in each of them, and it was some time before normal conversation returned. As usual, it was Lana who brought them all back to reason.

"What will happen to Sandy?" Lana asked for the group, when reason was restored.

"That depends on her own attitude." I replied. "Much the same way, what happens to me here is dependent on my actions and attitude."

"Oh." was the groups collective response.

The room fell silent.

*** *** *** *** ***

I'd emptied my drink, gone to the buffet for a refill, then moved to one of the windows before anyone had any more to say. I had a pretty good idea what would happen to Sandy once she was found and taken to one of the men's villages, but I didn't feel it would help my position if I were to share my thoughts with these women.

I looked out the window into the darkening distance, and became lost in my own thoughts.

What I hadn't told them was that Sandy's fate was in some degree dependent on which particular group of men found her. Some of the men were inclined to be much more tolerant towards women than others were. If she were picked up by one of the more tolerant villages, and she softened her attitude, she might survive it.

If one of the less tolerant villages found her and she tried the attitude on them, she used on me here, life was bound to be over swiftly, if not painlessly for her.

There was another alternative, but it was so far removed from the usual course of events, I didn't give it any thought. I should have.

*** *** *** *** ***

When I turned from the window, and my inward thoughts on the subject of Sandy and Justice; Lana and Cindy were the only two left in the room with me.

"Where are the others?"

Lana: "Gone to their rooms. Most of us are still tired from the stress these past days, and we haven't sleep for nearly two days."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm going to my own room now, but I'm sure you two will find something to keep you, uh, occupied for the evening."

Lana was leading Cindy to me as she spoke so Cindy didn't see Lana's lips as she mouthed, "Come see me later." as they approached, nor did she catch the accent I sent to Lana when my eyes slowly closed and opened together.

When they got to me, Lana took Cindy's hand and placed it in mine. There was a look of mischief on her face when she did that, and she was nearly beside herself as she delivered her parting shot.

"You kids be good now, and don't do anything out of line. I'll be right down the hall in my room if anything goes wrong."

Then she turned, and walked directly out of the room.

Cindy looked nervous, as if she had just been thrown to the wolves. In a way, she had, if the term were singular. There was only one of me in the room.

*** *** *** *** ***

"Nervous?" I asked.

"A little." Cindy answered.

"Me too, but it goes away."

"When?" she asked.

"When you relax, like you did last night."

Cindy thought for a moment.

"I was relaxed last night, wasn't I?"

"You appeared to be, after a while that is."

Again, she thought for a moment, then visibly relaxed, saying:

"You are a sly one, aren't you?"

"No, just honest." then, "I'm empty, would you like another drink?"

"Please." and held out her glass.

I took her glass, went to the buffet, and poured our drinks.

*** *** *** *** ***

Cindy and I returned to the windows and gazed out on the quiet city below. For a time each of us thought our own thoughts, while we drank our drinks. I broke the silence.

"Cindy, have you ever wondered who built this city, or why?"

"Sometimes. I used to a lot, I've even tried to find out, but nobody knows, or they don't want to talk about it if they do."

"Why?" I asked the question of myself, more than Cindy.

"I don't know. What I do know is that asking those kind of questions is discouraged, and the few others I knew who pressed the point are gone."

"That makes me wonder what they're hiding."

"Who are "they"?" she asked.

I thought for a moment and almost told her what I really thought.

"If we knew that, we might know what it is we're not supposed to know."

We stood quietly for a time, then I asked.

"Are there any libraries down in the city?"

"Yes, a few."

"Did you look in them for any books on the subject?"

"Yes, I've looked in all of them, but couldn't find anything of value."

Cindy looked at me sharply, then.

"Did you find anything in the library upstairs?"

"No. I didn't."

I'd told her the truth. It was Tina who found them, and I now realized how important those books Tina had hidden in the attic really were. Not only to me, but to all of us.

Cindy had finished her drink. I took her glass and set it with mine on a nearby table, then took her hands in mine and brought them to my face. After kissing them, I said:

"I think it's time you expanded your vocabulary again."

"What's the word for tonight?" she asked.

"There are several," I replied, "but we should start with desire."

"Desire?" she repeated, "Why desire."

"Because I desire your body."

I pulled Cindy to me and kissed her while I terrorized her breasts. She responded by pressing against me.


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