“Not especially. But it’s the only chance I have to get Yar. I can’t very well fight for him.”
Darcy chewed her lip. “Adrianne … is it really worth the risk?”
Adrianne turned to look at Yar. “He is.”
* * * *
The trip from Roswell to Las Vegas, that had taken them almost twelve hours to drive, took less than thirty minutes in the Barbron craft. To be on the safe side, they set the craft down near the pod, well outside the city and hailed the first cab they saw upon reaching the city limits. Adrianne was more than a little anxious that Serena might change her mind about their bargain when she saw the car. It was only a couple of years old, and a sports model, but nothing at all like the van Serena had wanted. To her relief, Serena was thrilled. Adrianne demonstrated the workings of the vehicle, then held on for dear life as Serena careened around the neighborhood several times, trying it out.
“It uses gasoline. You might have a problem with fuel,” Adrianne felt compelled to tell her.
Serena shrugged. “There is always fuel of one kind or another to be had.”
It took an effort to stand once Serena stopped the car and let her out again. Her knees were so weak, she had to lock them to keep from wilting to the sidewalk. To her surprise and alarm, Serena got out of the car and summoned Yar, who’d waited for them on the front walk. Yar approached her and knelt, bowing his head.
“The Earth woman has changed you,” she said thoughtfully. Yar threw her a startled look and Serena smiled. “You were never quite as a slave should be, Yar. It’s one of the reasons I was always so fond of you.” She was silent for several moments. “I would have freed you for helping me to escape even if the woman had not bartered for you, but I see no reason not to take what was offered.
“Go …with my blessing. Breed fine daughters on your Earth woman. The women of this world need a better root stock. The women here are too puny.”
Yar looked at her with a mixture of confusion and hopefulness. “I am a slave. I cannot breed.”
Serena chuckled, shaking her head. “Of course you can. Few of the women of Barbron can afford the time or the luxury of breeding their young themselves. We transfer our hatchlings to those who can.”
Yar frowned. “But I have not.”
“You have. I will tell her her father is a free man of Earth. Perhaps one day she will come to see you.”
Dismissing him, she climbed back into the car, shifted it into gear and floored the gas pedal.
“I hope she manages to make it out of Vegas without the police pulling her over,” Adrianne murmured as Serena tore off down the street with a squeal of tires. “What did she say to you?”
“That you are mine,” Yar said, smiling a little doubtfully. “Are you?”
“If you want me,” Adrianne said cautiously.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “I want you. But I am not sure I will be useful to you. I do not know Earth ways very well. I must take care of you, yes?”
Adrianne grinned against his chest. “Between you and the Orgasmizer9000, I think we’ll do just fine.”
The End
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