Being in the garden reminded me of when I was there last. You know, in the arms of a big, strong alien, being kissed senseless? Oh man. Now I have that nagging warm ache in my guts again. Until Dusa, I never knew a kiss could be so amazing. If he walked in my door right now, I’d be begging him to do it again and damn the consequences. So what if he ends up wanting sex? I’ve gotten through it before. It might be worth it just to taste those lips again.
I wonder what he and Esak are doing right now. They’re probably out there in the wide, doomed world, saving humanity. Meanwhile, I have to get my raging libido under control and put my brain back to work.
I have a headache. I’ve been gathering information and composing an outline for my presentation. I’ve read over Nang’s reports, which he sent to my handheld with a nice message thanking me once again for my help. He’s invited me to dinner too, asking me what favorite food I might want the cooks to prepare as a token of his gratitude. He says they’re making a real effort to make foods familiar to Earthers, so he’s sure they’ll be able to cook me something special. After the issues they’ve had with chicken, I’m not so sure Thai peanut noodles would be doable, so I’ll just raincheck on the offer.
As for the incident reports themselves, I can see the trouble the Kalquorians are having. A lot of the time they are running into immediate hostility from Earthers, which they correctly diagnose as being based in fear and anger. Such a response spurs them to try and comfort (once they are sure the Earther is disarmed and not a danger). It turns out the Kalquorian idea of comforting single women is extremely hands-on: grabbing, subduing, petting, and holding the upset person close to their bodies so they feel safe and protected. That’s right, the very things a woman who fears being raped is not going to appreciate. No wonder things are going badly between our two species.
I discovered the obligatory bible left in my dorm room from the bad old days of only three months ago. I’m going through it, pulling passages to better explain the beliefs that shaped our lives. I’ve never paid much attention to the scriptures before. Having them shoved down my throat at every mandatory service by a stern, judgmental priest meant I tuned out from an early age. Thanks to my research, I’m discovering verses that talk about God’s love for us and his compassion for his creation. Where were those stories in church? Why am I just now hearing about this kindness? The only lessons I remember hearing, even as a child, were those of how we had to act a certain way or be victims of the Almighty’s wrath. All I can come up with when I think back to those days was how we were to follow the Holy Leader without question as he was the mouthpiece of God, or we would be cast into Hell.
The state religion had been pulled together from three older ones: Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. What I heard all my life was supposed to be the Ultimate Truth of God, the final word at last made whole. What I didn’t know was that the ugliness I rejected, the fire and brimstone warnings shouted by red-faced priests, is only a small part of the whole picture. From what little I’ve read today, there is a lot more to the story.
Well, it’s something to think on later. I’ve got work to do, then I’ll pick up Mom and take her to dinner. It’s so good to be productive again!
September 13 (later)
Ooookay. I’m not sure what’s going on with the P.T.
When the time for dinner rolled around, I went to the rec room and picked up Mom, as planned. We went into the main dining room after I peeked into the Kalquor-friendly one and didn’t see Dusa and Esak. I figured I could claim curiosity if anyone saw me do so.
Maybe not. I followed Mom towards her regular table with the three Fabulous Ones. Fran, Patty, and Deirdra looked to be only halfway through their meal, but at our approach they all got up and left. The looks they gave me were pretty scathing too. Well excuse me, your ladyships. I guess nosiness when it comes to the Kalquorians is greatly frowned upon.
I noted glares coming from other Earthers at nearby tables too. I really was persona non grata. Me being me, I almost ordered Kalquorian food just to spite them all. I reconsidered. After all, I don’t want my poor mother to catch any flak just because I’m not bigoted against the aliens. I ordered meatloaf for us both, the highest rated item on tonight’s menu. It wasn’t bad at all. The Kalquorians are getting the hang of Earther food.
When we stepped off the shuttle that took us back to our room, Dusa and Esak were waiting for us. I invited them in. Delightfully, they’d brought refreshments: a sweet juice for Mom, a bottle of cabernet for me, and some beverage of theirs called dlas. Mom settled down with her cup and knitting after checking her latest project against the circumference of Esak’s head. It looks like my favorite Nobek is receiving a warm cap for the winter. In soft lilac.
I thought about telling the guys how I’d been snubbed at dinner, but they looked pretty tired and out of sorts. No wonder they’d brought alcohol to relax with. Dusa discovered one of the women he’d been keeping tabs on had committed suicide. He thinks if he hadn’t had a rest day yesterday, he might have saved her life. He took it hard, and Esak was obviously worried about his Dramok.
The agony in Dusa’s eyes couldn’t have been more obvious. “She took too much medication on purpose. Why would she do such a thing, Shalia? I left a message telling her what I told you about how we wanted to make her safe.”
“It goes back to what I explained to Nang yesterday,” I told him quietly. “We’re terrified of you and of what will happen under your rule.” I lowered my head. “A lot of it is my fault. I made those vids telling everyone how Kalquorians wanted to rape and enslave us.”
Esak clenched a fist around his glass. His grip was white-knuckled, and I expected the cup to shatter.
He told us, “Neither of you is at fault. Dusa, you do your best to calm Mataras, but they are too frightened to hear. Shalia, you only made the vids you were told to make. What could either of you have done differently? Nothing.”
We were a pretty morose group except for Mom, who sat there contentedly humming and knitting. Dusa and Esak didn’t hang around for very long since they had to go back on duty in the morning. Especially Esak. With those two gangs requiring so much guarding, security has become an issue here at the Academy. He’ll be pulling double shifts for a while.
As I walked them the three steps to the door, I dared to take Dusa’s hand. “Please don’t blame yourself for what happened to that woman. It could be you’ll have to see this happen again and again, and I’m afraid it will affect you emotionally.”
He grimaced. “I hope not, Shalia. It hurts to realize there might be nothing I can do to stop Mataras from hurting themselves.” He found a hint of a smile for me and squeezed my hand. “Thank you for being concerned about me. It helps.”
He shot a glance at Mom, and I turned to see why. She was deep in her own little world, not paying the slightest attention to us. When I looked back at Dusa, his face was right there. I had an instant to register his breath on my lips before his mouth found mine.
The kiss was barely half a second in duration, just a quick brush, really. Yet heat zapped through me at that sweet instant of contact. Sweet prophets, I forgot how to breathe.
“Good night, Shalia,” Dusa whispered. With a slight smile, Esak bowed to me and followed his Dramok out into the night.
It’s crazy, it really is. My lips are still tingling from that kiss, as innocent as it was. I’m a ticklish, aching mess inside. How I’m supposed to get to sleep now is beyond me.
September 14
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
I should have known better. I did know better. I was completely stupid anyway.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!
I am so mad I can’t see straight. And scared. And depressed. Bitches. Those fucking bitches.
Obviously, I’m enjoying another day in paradise. I was working on the presentation for Nang when Imdiko Weln brought Mom back to the room. She was crying – no, more than crying. She was sobbing her heart out, and Weln couldn’t calm her down. The instant she
walked in, she shot across the room to me and collapsed to her knees in front of my chair. Wrapping her arms around my legs, she pressed her face against my thighs and shook with despair.
“What the hell happened to her?” I demanded. I wished I could stand up to confront Weln, but Mom had me pretty much pinned down. I stroked her hair, which somebody had carefully braided for her. It looked pretty. They’d woven a couple of yellow ribbons, her favorite color, into the plait.
“Matara Shalia, I’m sorry. None of us can get her to stop crying, so I brought her back here.” Weln appeared devastated.
“What happened?” I pressed.
He hunched his shoulders. His gaze dropped to the floor and he refused to look me in the eyes. “You remember the women Matara Eve usually eats lunch with? Mataras Deirdre, Patty, and Fran?”
“Yes.” I had a bad feeling, remembering the blatant snub the night before. The Pageant Trio had made it plain they weren’t my biggest fans. I was also shocked to find it was already past noon. I’d missed lunch myself. Whatever had gone down, I should have been there to head it off.
Weln swallowed hard. It was obvious he was having trouble sharing whatever he needed to say. I guess he thought I wouldn’t want to hear it.
However, I do adore Weln. He treats Mom as if she’s a queen, even though she’s given him hell on occasion. I told him, “I won’t get mad at you. Please tell me what happened.”
He blew out a big breath. “She went to sit with them, as always. I kept my distance, since they’ve it’s clear they don’t like Kalquorians much. I didn’t hear what it was they said to Matara Eve, but she started to cry. I went to her immediately, Matara Shalia. I wanted to see if I could help her.”
“Of course you did. Then what?”
“As I came close, I heard Matara Patty say, ‘Everyone knows what a traitor your daughter is. She’s a hellbound slut, consorting with the enemy. How many of them has she opened her legs for?’” Weln cringed as he spoke the ugly words. He seemed ashamed for having repeated them.
My veins turned to ice in that instance. Mom moaned against my leg. I couldn’t say a word.
“I got her out as fast as possible, Matara. Eve kept asking for you. She needed to see for herself that you were all right and hadn’t been hurt because of the accusations.” He looked up and locked eyes with me. “I am so sorry I didn’t take her away from them sooner.”
“That’s okay, Weln. You did your best.” My voice seemed to come from far away.
The other Earthers now knew I was friendly with the Kalquorians. As I’d feared, they had supposed the worst. They’d tried and convicted me without asking a single question. No doubt they wanted to pass sentence as well.
How long do I have until somebody knocks on the door with a blaster or knife in their hand? How long before they put a noose around my throat and hang me from a tree with a sign that reads Whore nailed into my chest?
The worst part was that those bitches made Mom cry. She was scared for me. I am scared for her, since with her dementia, she is so much more vulnerable than I am. If she got hurt because I’d kissed Dusa or because I was working with Nang...to make things better for their sorry pageant bitch asses, no less!...I’d never forgive myself.
Mom kept crying no matter how we tried to calm her down. We finally called her specialist Dr. Ginna to ask for help. Minutes later Dr. Nayun was at my door. I was relieved to see my big teddy bear of a Kalquorian dad. He gave Mom a sedative and we put her to bed. She should sleep the rest of the day, so Weln went back to his other duties.
Nayun sat down at the table with me to talk. He was both disgusted and upset to hear what had transpired. “We keep seeing this,” he told me. “The least little bit of kindness passes between Kalquorian and Earther, and the majority of your people turn against that person.”
“Has anyone been hurt over such things? Physically?” I asked.
He patted my hand. “No, Shalia. Simply ostracized, though that is bad enough.” His eyes narrowed. “Have you heard anything that would make you in fear for your life?”
I shook my head. I was a relieved to hear that friends of Kalquorians are only ignored, not attacked. Still, I realize I have put Mom in a bad situation. Her mental state is such that she doesn’t need to hear how awful her daughter is. I never again want to see her come running to me, bawling like that.
I have come to a big decision. It hurts me to do what I must, but I can’t be selfish. I have a responsibility to my mother. Her welfare is ultimately my burden, so I will bear it. Once I stop crying, I will take it up.
September 14, later
Let me start off by saying what an unmitigated asshole Dramok Nang is. If anybody needs to listen to a presentation on how to treat Earther women, it’s that guy. Too bad for all concerned that I’m not going to do it now.
I went to where he has his office, in the old Academy director’s suite in the administration building. I was ushered in immediately though I’d given no forewarning of my visit. Seems I had some importance to the Kalquorian uppity-up, which made me think speaking to Nang would go okay.
He welcomed me in and shut the door so we could have a private word. I guess he doesn’t have to adhere to the same rules about a single Kalquorian being alone with an Earther woman. At the time, I was relieved. With what’s happened, the fewer people knowing when I speak to the aliens, the better.
I didn’t waste a second. “I have to back out of the presentation,” I announced baldly, not bothering to sit in the chair he offered me.
Nang didn’t look surprised. “Is it because of what happened with your mother at midday meal?” he asked.
It was a little creepy that he already knew what had happened. I wondered if he was keeping tabs on me. Surely a bawling elderly woman being picked on by three bitches wasn’t important enough to warrant the site commander’s personal attention. He’s got what, about five hundred men and nearly a thousand Earthers to worry about?
But what do I know? I have no idea how hands-on Kalquorian bigwigs are.
“I can’t put my mother at risk,” I told him. “She’s my priority, not relations between our people. I have to cut off contact as much as possible with Kalquorians for her sake.”
“I can protect you,” Nang told me, moving to stand close. “No one will harm you or your mother. I’ll assign guards to you both. You will be kept safe, Shalia.”
He wasn’t getting it. It wasn’t just physical danger I was worried about. “My mother is crying over this, Commander Nang. They had to sedate her because we couldn’t calm her down. I am not doing anything else to make her fearful.” My voice trembled, and I thought of how Mom had rushed to me, so relieved to see me safe but terrified I wouldn’t remain that way.
We’ve had bad patches. There was even a horrific episode when I was a teenager during which Mom pulled a kitchen knife on me during a particularly ugly argument. But if anyone else ever threatened me and she found out about it, Mom had always been right there, ready to defend me. Had she found out about Mike or the others who abused me, she would have cut their balls off and shoved them down my tormentors’ throats.
Nobody messes with Shalia Monroe except Eve Monroe. You fuck with me, you’re fucking with my mom and nobody fucks with my mom. I’ve always known how much she loves me despite the rages, and it’s what has enabled me to forgive the rest. It was why thinking of her terror on my behalf had me crying suddenly, in front of Nang.
Yeah, she was hell on wheels before the dementia stole her away. Yet I miss her. I really, really miss her.
I put my hands over my face, sobbing like some weak sister. The next moment big strong arms gathered me, pulling me against a big strong chest. Nang stroked my hair and back, whispering softly in his own language.
I swear I don’t know how it ended up with us kissing. That’s how I found myself, held in those huge, muscled arms with Nang’s mouth covering mine, his tongue stroking gently, sweetly. I clung to him, knowing somehow that I was safe and protected ev
en as he held me for his kiss.
It was different from being kissed by Dusa. Sure, my rescuer had been passionate, his embrace solid and strong. Nang kissed with such assurance. It wasn’t just that he knew what he was doing; there was also this sense that it was his right to do it. Something in me responded to that, some primitive unthinking inner creature that I’d gotten only a hint of when I was with Dusa.
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