She opened to Cherine and within minutes Cherine gave a laugh of pure delight. “She loves Robert!” Recovering she turned to me. “She still has too much anger because of you.”
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I shrugged. “If she is patient it will not be a problem. Welcome Haven.”
“You will make Robert well again?”
“No, I cannot. He has to do it himself. As Normals react to medication, he reacts to love. If he feels we are all one it may bring him back.”
I’d decided my love is a ham and it was all an act. He would be watching and find a dramatic way to return, making Haven love him even more. I was willing to wait and see. (Sorry Robbie, but it is a case of ‘crying wolf’ once too often.)
Solomon and Dommi finally forced us to return to our bodies. Dr Maria was relieved to see us, complaining she already had enough to do without having to watch us. She tends to think of the kids whose births she attended as being ‘hers’ and gave them all a quick kiss and hug.
The healers reported most of the organs had been repaired, the eyes not working yet though. Some of them were concentrating on the bones now. I got to thinking I should come to Dr Maria and spend some time; I found it fascinating watching how the healers worked, though it would have been easier if the patient was not one of ours. (The girls complained that I sound heartless, I don’t agree, even the Normals don’t allow doctors to treat their own family).
We were exhausted and we took turns sleeping. Not one of us allowed our void visit to affect us, without our Robbie we were not willing to suffer those hungers.
I am at a loss. The night passed and the next day. I came home to write while everything is still fresh in my mind. Robbie is not giving any signs of returning; what is he waiting for? Haven has progressed to the point that Robyn has agreed to return for a visit. We explained to both of them that if they wait a little longer, Robyn will be strong enough to leave a part of herself in Haven, as long as Haven absorbs what is left in her, making it a part of herself. We do not want another Robyn trapped inside her. They are doing a lot of talking and to us they feel as if they are more like sisters now.
Today Merlin and Shiyra came with Luigi for the first time. They keep well clear of Haven and none of us are going to say anything. It is up to Haven. What a surprise she’ll give them if she is willing to meet them without any residue of hate. She has not made a move, perhaps she is testing out her own feelings and does not know how to react yet.
I think all the girls sensed how I felt and were not worrying as much as they would have. When Shiyra expressed concern, it reawakened the fears in Cherine and within minutes she and Dommi were inside him searching. They ended up using his cord to find him.
Dommi insisted they disguise themselves. She was worried he might withdraw again if he recognises them. They walked through a forest reminiscent of Meli’s world and with nothing but instinct guiding them, they arrived at a clearing that contained a small shack and a waterfall. Robbie was standing before an easel painting.
Cherine, a young man of about twenty five, went directly to him. “Good day, are you Robert Teller by any chance?”
“Correct. My hands are filthy with paint, sorry.” Cherine smiled and put down her hand.
“I’m Erin and this is Nick.” (she pronounced it more like ‘nique’ but he did not notice). “We’ve seen your work and came looking for you.”
Robbie frowned. “I have not exhibited yet, where did you see my work?”
Cherine sort of lost it, but Dommi cut in. “Oh, nothing much really, just a few paintings you left with friends. The two of us sort of fancy ourselves as having an eye for talent, so we decided to search you out.” She was being careful to only reiterate what Cherine had already said, not certain what she is planning.
Politely he put down his brush with a frown of frustration. “The way my work is going right now, I don’t feel very talented.”
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“May I see?” She stepped sidewise before he could protest and she frowned. She’d been expecting to find a portrait of one of us, but he was painting the waterfall. She knew he had seen her frown so she stared at the painting for a while.
“I think you are having a problem because there is no focus. There are no people in it.”
Robbie was amused. “You consider paintings without people as not having focus?”
“Not always. Let us say you were to paint a beautiful flower. The flower may be a masterpiece, but for how long would it hold our interest? Paint a girl with the same flower in her hand and you having a fascinating picture.”
“Such a painting would have a symbolic meaning and often the symbolism overshadows the art. May I ask why you wished to meet me?”
“Nick and I are gay and very much in love. We want to give each other a portrait as a gift and symbol of our undying love. Why we needed a special artist for this will become clearer. We do not want a portrait of each other as we are. We want to be able to fantasise when we look at the paintings. We need an artist who can look at us and see the woman within us. Could you paint us as we would look if we were women?” Although what she was saying was pure drivel, Cherine was hoping that if he can, he will see their true faces and remember them.
Robbie looked at her closely and she tried to give him her special smile, Dommi quickly turned away to hide her grin. That smile was a total failure on an adult male face, almost making her look ludicrous.
Robbie said, “Excuse me, ah, Nick, could you look this way?” She did so, her face serious. “I’m sorry, your faces don’t speak to me. There has to be some quality, a fire, a mischief, anything that tells me there is a secret world behind that face. Yours both tell me that what I see is what I get. If I had to paint you as females I’m afraid you’d get paintings of two cows - not what I think you were hoping for.”
I don’t imagine any man is used to seeing two men look so deflated and insulted. He felt sorry for them. “If you wish you may stay the night with me. You may share my bedroom. Unfortunately I only have fruit, no bread or meat. Spend the evening talking with me, tell me things about which you feel passionately. I’ll answer you tomorrow about your commission. The concept is unique, that at least is in your favour”
They left him to his painting and walked through the trees arguing. Cherine wanted to talk about science fiction, knowing it is a subject Robbie enjoys, but Dommi disagreed.
“We cannot pretend passion about something neither of us care about. However well you act Cherine, he will sense it or his artists eyes will see through our sham. Your idea was brilliant, though I’m not too happy about being portrayed as a gay.”
“Dommi, he will be sleeping in the living room so if we don’t have sex he’ll realise it. I promise I’ll be gentle when I penetrate you.” Dommi was not amused, actually quite furious until she realised Cherine is teasing her.
Robbie had laid out an outdoor fire with rocks around it for them to sit on and fruit in platters. A giveaway that this was not a real world was the lack of any insects. They ate companionably, making small talk only. Every fruit tasted exactly as Robbie enjoys it. There was one strange looking fruit they were not too keen to try. When Robbie offered them one each they could not refuse so they peeled it as he did and looked at the brown fruit inside. Cherine being more adventurous and also curious as to what Robbie had thought up took first bite. She grinned and ate the fruit, spitting the pips into her hand.
“What is this fruit called?”
“I just call it the chocolate fruit. I think if memory serves me well, the Latin name is something like Cadburius.”
“Interesting. May I keep the seeds? I’d like to try to plant them.”
“Go ahead. They actually taste nice if you chew them with the pulp. So, what are the two of you going to talk to me about?”
“As gays you know we cannot have children. The problem is that both of us are mad about kids, so we decided to talk about them.”
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“Not a subject I find interesting. Let’s see if you can make me interested. Frankly, the idea of children about gives me the horrors.”
“What about children who are starving?”
“If I ever make some money, I’m certain I’ll do the decent thing whenever I see something touching on the telly and post a small cheque. What are you willing to do about it? Are you both fanatical about the subject, are you willing to give all your money to feed them, even if it means you both starve?”
Cherine gave a nervous laugh. “Not me, Nick might.”
“Fine. Then what are you going to talk about Erin, what are you passionate about?”
“It will sound stupid to you, but what matters to me are emotions. Empathy in particular.”
“Why would anything you care about sound stupid? Empathy huh? Not a very useful emotion. Let’s face it, it is a ‘dog eat dog’ world out there. Too much empathy could be quite a disadvantage. No, I like the world as it is. If I exhibit my paintings I will know whether the audience truly like my work or not. Imagine having a bunch of empathic squishy-hearted people around who cannot bear to tell me what they really think, because they are so busy empathising they cannot really see my paintings.”
Cherine got red in the face. “It is not like that! As a matter of fact, it is exactly because there isn’t enough empathy out there that it is a ‘dog eat dog’ world. If we cared more about people than money and things, it would be a far better world.”
“No, not for me. Success in what I love to do, rewarded in the form of dollars and many more dollars, that is my ideal world. Sure, if you have lots of moolah and you got empathy, it might be fun spreading it around a bit. What about the poor chaps on the receiving end? Is their empathy for the person giving the money supposed to make them feel good about taking it?”
“You are twisting everything! Are you claiming a world entirely without empathy would be your ideal world?”
“I’m still on the receiving end, so I can’t afford to be too sensitive. If I make a fortune, perhaps I’ll think so, who knows?”
“How can you be an artist and think so crassly!!”
“Name me any of the really great talents who didn’t. I’ll let you include poets, songwriters, authors.” He gave a nasty grin. “Don’t go throwing the author of the Bible at me, I’ll make mincemeat out of you.”
Within half an hour Robbie had Cherine quivering with suppressed rage. He then spoke to Dommi.
“So Nick, I saw our conversation amused you.”
“Not as much as you may think. I was too busy trying to work out how you are going to twist whatever I say or feel strongly about.”
Robbie’s eyes were gentle. “If you were a mother, I would not. It is a burden women have to carry and there would be little point in belittling their vocation, or ‘reason for living’ as I’ve heard them say.”
“I disagree with two things you said. What makes you think a man would feel the need for a child any less than a woman? As for children being a reason for living, what is wrong with that? You think money is a reason for living?”
“Well…if I did make lots of money and had some vague urge to shoot off little arrows into the future, at least they would not have to scrounge around in dustbins for scraps to eat.”
Dommi muttered, “I shouldn’t have brought up the subject of money.” She stared back at him, meeting his mocking eyes. “Without children the human race would have no reason for existing.”
“I agree, but then without children, there would be no human race destroying this beautiful planet. Are you saying that the fact we have these unreasonable urges to have children and the children themselves of course, are responsible for all evil in our world?”
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What was flustering Dommi more than anything else was the mocking look in his eyes as he belittled everything she believes and lives for. That it should be Robbie doing this made matters even worse. She could not bear to think of her Robbie thinking this way and it made her talk even more passionately, ignoring logic, and that led to him finding even more chinks to shoot his little verbal barbs into.
Robbie stood up. “I don’t have electricity, not even candles, so I sleep early. I’ll see you in the morning. By the way, you did say you are both gay? Good, then you won’t take exception to my saying you both are quite beautiful when you get flushed and angry? Goodnight.”
Dommi felt they were losing the battle and wanted them to re-group and re-think their strategy, but Cherine was in her stubborn mood, not willing to allow that Robbie can get the better of her. Ever-patient Dommi sighed and gave in. When they went to bed they put their arms around each other for comforting, but they both felt uncomfortable holding a man so they turned their backs to each other. They were very careful not to let their bums touch.
When they came out of the house it was to find the platters of fruit waiting again and Robbie happily dabbing paint on the canvas. He called out cheerfully, “Good morning lovebirds. You were awfully quiet last night, I even put my ear to your door, but I would swear all I could hear was snoring. Is that what sex between gays sounds like? No slurping squishy sounds?” He waved at the platters. “Tuck in, nothing to eat again until tonight.” He then chuckled. “I would love to hear how you found me. Those friends who showed you my paintings, did they tell you I am quite mad? Why else would I come out here? I don’t remember too much, but I think the world was laying it on a bit thick and I gave up on it.” He’d been cheerfully dabbing away as he talked. Now he stopped and faced them. “You could at least do me a favour and tell me in which country I am.”
“You don’t know?”
“Not a clue old chap. I’ve guessed it is somewhere tropical.”
“Tropical! Without any insects?” Cherine asked.
“You’ve got me there old chap. Hmm,” he looked up at the sky. “I don’t see any glass so it can’t be a hothouse. Could I be in a fancy nuthouse?”
Dommi looked at the platters, trying to make a joke - or pun. “There are no nuts to eat, only fruit.”
Robbie laughed, delighted by her giving him the opening. “No love,” he said in a mincing voice, “I am the nut, the two of you are the fruits.”
He had them pose in light, said it did not suit them, moved them to shadow, ‘tut-tutted’ about the quality of their skin. He told them to face each other and try to show the other how much they love him. He then asked them if the only way they have been able to tell that the other one loves them is by the words they say, since their faces and eyes stay so bland. By the end of the day they were both feeling abused, exhausted and in need of psychological help. Softly Dommi said he was driving her crazy and Cherine agreed.
“Do you think we could sneak back to our bodies while he sleeps? I desperately need to feel there is love in my world.”
“With him gluing his ear to our door?” They both giggled and then looked at the other, surprised at how silly it seemed to hear a male giggle.
“Cherine, are you certain he is not pulling a fast one on us? I keep getting the feeling he is laughing at us.”
“I also got to thinking that way, but I can feel he is not acting - well, he is acting, but he really is playing a part for these two stupid young men who invaded his privacy. He does not remember us, the girls or the world outside.”
“This really is another Roberto we are seeing.”
“If he didn’t make me so mad I think I’d say I like him, he has a weird sense of humour.”
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Dommi made one of her rare excursions into the teasing of Cherine, “Actually, he does remind me of you. I wonder if he based his character on you.” Cherine pretended to be miffed, but she was amused by both the idea and by Dommi teasing.
“What do we do now? I doubt I’ll last longer than one more day.”
“Robert is a softie, I don’t care what version of him it is. Why don’t we play it all hurt and miserable?”
The next morning they woke up, went out, took a look at the platters of fruit and searched for Robbie. Dispirited they returned to base and waited for him. He arrived that afternoon.
“I thought I’d give you lovebirds a day to yourselves. Did you enjoy it?”
“It might have been more thoughtful of you if you’d warned us.”
“I didn’t? Sorry.”
“You are messing with our heads just to get rid of us?”
“I think it is more likely it is the other way around. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, but nothing makes sense. Once you had pointed out to me that there were no insects here, I realised I could not be in a real environment. I decided my father must have had me committed. That answer does not satisfy me either - no mental asylum would have a forest of this size and manage to keep everything alive without worms in the soil, ants or other insects.
I’ve been left with one answer only and it frightens me. I’m not certain I want to know the truth, but I have to ask. Erin, are we personalities created in a computer? Am I only part of a program?”
“No, you are not Robert. There is one other place such an environment could exist in, but you have to come to the realisation of where it is on your own.”
“Are you real people?”
“Yes, but then we would say that even if we were not. Forget about us Robert, think about this forest and yourself only, if you want to solve the puzzle.”
He glanced at the waterfall. “I climbed up there to see where the river comes from, but it is all shrouded in mist, I can only see a few metres into it. I then wondered about this end of the river. How can water keep falling into this pool without the water overflowing, creating a river in the other direction? This has to be a synthetic world.”
His face lit up at his idea. “Am I on a spaceship? You are aliens and you kidnapped me, you want to study what humans are like. You must be strange aliens to have chosen an artist to study. Are your artists different from ours?”
Cherine had only seen one other possibility, had not considered this scenario. She smiled. “Wrong answer Robert. Think again.”
He shrugged. “If you are aliens you would not admit it.”
Dommi said, “If you think that way you will not look for the correct answer. Even if you don’t believe us, pretend we are not aliens and try to think of another possibility.”
“There are no other possibilities. The only one left is that this is a hallucination and I am too real, the trees are too real. This cannot be a hallucination.”
“You have many hallucinations, you know just how real they can be?”
“If it is, then you two must represent my subconscious. Why would my subconscious choose to represent itself as two men who are gay? Are you trying to tell me I am gay and because I could not face the possibility I am here?”
Dommi pulled a face, looking at Cherine for an answer. The cheeky brat just laughed. “You are not gay Robert, not that we can tell. The two of us are two distinct personalities, not your subconscious. We came to help you find your way out of here. Would it help if we changed our appearance to what we really look like?”
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He considered it. “Why did you change your appearance? You must have had a reason. All I can think of is that your real forms would frighten me.”
“Robert, it would not frighten you, we are two people you love very much. We did not want to force you to remember us if you are not ready to. Are you ready to see us as we really are?”
Instead of answering her he went to his easel and painted. They could see he was doing this to give himself time to think, so they sat down by the platter and tried another chocolate fruit. With brush in hand Robert turned to them.
“If what you said is true, then I can only come to one conclusion. The two of you did something that frightened me, forcing me to hide within my mind. Why would seeing you help me then?”
“You are right, we did frighten you, but we did it to help someone else you love. She was helped and now we have come to show you there is no reason for you to fear anymore. Robert, before we say the words, may we change?”
He gave a pathetically brave smile. “I’d like to see what frightened me. Erin, just a question. What happens if you still frighten me? Where would I go from here?”
The two of them looked at each other, their hearts hammering. Dommi found the courage to reply. “We don’t know Robert. If you get frightened, promise us you will try to go back to the real world. That is where fears should be confronted, not in make believe worlds.”
He made to put his brush to the canvas, but instead grabbed the frame and threw the painting into the brush. (what do you think of that sentence Robert?)
“Why a painter? Why something I am so useless at?” He glared at them as if they were to blame. “Alright, change.”
Cherine appeared as a girl of eight and Dommi as a sixteen year old. They both said, “I love you Robert”
He was startled, stared and then approached them. All three of them were silent as they waited for him to remember. He pursed his lips.
“You are both very beautiful, but your ages are incongruous, I am too young to have daughters of your age and you are too young for me to be in love with you. I’m sorry, you are more pleasant in appearance, but I do not recall either of you.”
The girls had been so certain he would remember them that they had nothing to say and no idea of what to do now. Robbie stared at them for a while and then he paced up and down.
“If all this is only in my mind, it means I can choose the scenery I want?” Mutely they nodded, too much in despair to speak.
Everything wavered and they found themselves under a burning sun, sitting on a sand dune. Desert stretched out forever. Robbie began to walk and they quickly got up and followed. He looked back.
“This feels right. This is how my heart feels. Empty and dead.”
They must have walked another hundred paces when Dommi called out, “Robert, look at Cherine, look at her tears. You are hurting Cherine!”
He froze.
“Cherine? That is her name?” There was no sense of recognition.
“Robert, you are hurting a child!” Dommi called out again. “You are hurting her.”
He began to tremble. He fell to his knees as if he had lost his strength and Cherine went to him. He looked at the tears on her cheeks with eyes filled with misery. She called out, “Robert, please, I need your love, I’ll die if you don’t love me. It hurts!”
Blackmailed by her obvious pain Robbie reached into himself, the protector part of his soul forcing open doors he had shut and he bent over as he cried out. The sand beneath them dissolved like mist, the sun flickered into a deep orange and then died, leaving them in pure darkness.
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*Dommi, he is gone. We must go back.*
They rose to the surface of his mind to find Robbie waiting for them. Gleefully they threw themselves at him and he wrapped them within himself. We all waited while they cried and exchanged love. Dommi asked and Dr Maria told her the healers are finished with Robbie, his body can be re-awoken. The girls came back so that they could be with us and then he returned. We had arranged with Dr Maria and Candy was sitting on his chest as usual for him. He gave a delighted grin when he saw her.
I suppose we had expected too much, Robbie is still damaged, his brain still not fully connected to his body. The healers explained there is nothing wrong with the brain; his ‘command’ centres within his mind have parts of them missing. Healers are not expert in matters to do with the mind, but they felt he will re-grow the damaged parts. We decided that means he has to practice and he promised us he will.
Haven waited for Robyn to leave his arms before she approached him.
“I feel you are as beautiful inside as you are on the outside…oops, I think I blundered in my eagerness to flatter you. I suppose you find your body quite ugly compared to the body you would have as a young female of your species?”
“There is a certain awkwardness to it, but I blame myself for that. With time I hope to improve my control over it. Robert, I have been rehearsing my words, but now I have lost them all, I do not know what to say.”
“You feel there are certain words I need to hear?”
“That you should hear. I can apologise, but the other words are still difficult for me to speak.”
He grinned. “Why not practice on Athia? She has loved you at a time when none of us saw anything worth loving in you. If it would not be repugnant for you, I would be pleased by a hug.”
Shyly she put up her arms and he stepped forward putting his around her. She rested her face against him and then tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry Robert, I am not the good person you think I am.”
“Why don’t we let time show us what you are? Haven, you have already changed far more than I’d dared dream, try to keep your heart open to us, get to know all my loves and as you discover what is good in them, look within yourself; you may be pleasantly surprised to discover you have the same qualities. Would you like a hint from me?” She agreed she did. “Spend more time with Dommi. In the void accept mostly her exchange kisses. Let her into your mind so that she can gift you with parts of herself. Talk with her, learn what drives her. Also spend time with Jo, she is a remarkable woman, no, a remarkable soul who has given her life again and again to helping and caring for others. Just beware of her humour and never ask her to foresee your future - she will drive you crazy with enigmatic clues that you are meant to resolve on your own.” His voice betrayed his amusement.
Once he let her go she asked. “Robert, would you mind if I take Robyn for a few days? She has agreed.”
I quickly said, “We must first strengthen Robyn, as we told you.”
She still bristles a little bit when I talk to her. “Whenever she is ready.”
“This is a clinic and I need this space for my patients, would the lot of you mind going home?”
Robbie got to his feet unsteadily and put his hand out to her. She gave him her hand and he pulled at her and gave her a hug. “I am in your debt. Thank you.”
“Do not talk of debt. This is a Cherinian clinic and all are welcome.”
“I hear you have made quite a name for yourself. If this carries on you will have patients coming from other countries to be treated by you.”
“I’ve had my first German patient.” She said proudly.
“If you need funds to extend, let me know.”
“To do that I need more Cherinian doctors. None of the young ones are interested, so how do I extend Roberto?”
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“Why not introduce any good doctors you know to Cherine?”
Re-reading, I realised I gave the impression Haven is a normal, warm, cuddly and loving girl. She is not, it just seems so in comparison to the way she was. Only Athia finds her loveable and loving. She has concentrated her emotions on Robbie, but has not understood that to get to his heart she has to win ours first. It could be that her ideas of what love is are all screwed up and sending Robyn to her will help unravel some of the mystery for her. Sharing with Dommi is definitely bound to also make a great difference. I just hope she soon gets over her depressions that hit her every so often. It may be good for her that she is remembering her past lives and their sudden deaths, but it is important she turns to the future instead.
For the first couple of days we all stayed home, but then Robbie told us off, demanding we live our normal crazy lives, so now we go to university, Aganthi and her helpers go to the school, and Dommi visits Natalie sometimes, instead of Natalie always having to visit her.
I don’t know how to make this period sound interesting (excluding my writing of our nights, a literary tool Robbie used to excess). For us these days (and nights) were therapeutic. Lounging around at home, visiting friends, going to Kefalari or to the beach in Cyprus adjusted us to being on Earth again.
We do have a higher incidence of men thinking they can approach us, flirt or make direct suggestions, because they see we are too many women for one man and Robbie is obviously not well, so they cannot imagine him having any sex life. We hear their comments to friends before they approach us, saying that we must be sex starved and should be easy prey. We do not get angry about it as Robbie was not damaged in that department and sees to our needs almost every single night. We are amused at the thought of how these ‘macho’ men would feel if they knew of his ability to satisfy nearly forty women (as they see us usually) a number of times a night at least four to six nights a week. Why not seven nights a week? Because Robbie has returned to his first love and sometimes forgets everything when caught up in his painting and stays up all night. Of course we do not mind, since he does get into a playful mood quite often during the day.
Robbie says I make him sound like a satyr. I’ll read up about them, but the truth is we all have healers and are in perfect health. We know of Normals who are capable of having sex five times a day every day so why would it sound abnormal for Robbie to do the same? Which other man has such a large bunch of girls, each his ideal and dearly loved to tempt him? If for any reason he is not responding all we have to do is change to an eight year old, sit on his lap and wiggle our bums a little. Goldi has a way of looking up at him with a finger in her mouth that sets him on fire within seconds - even if he has just made love. Robbie teases her, saying his penis can sense the sweetness in her mouth.
Jess and Robyn spend a lot of time together and Robbie was very pleased when they began to slowly draw Haven into their ‘parea’ (company). The first time Haven laughed, Robbie struggled to rush out of his office to hear her. Seeing how it pleased him prompted her to join in more games and she now responds to Athia by teasing her. I’m starting to like her.
Robyn gets her fair share of loving by Robbie and all of us but, especially after going to the void, she shares with Haven so that the poor girl ends up thrashing around on her bed. We sense how it feels, not having someone to touch or hold her, but do not see how it can be resolved. She cannot join us, Robbie says.
His reasoning is that she will have to leave us. It is her job to help her people learn to love again and to have her fall in love with us would cause her and us pain without reason. I promise, those are his words, he actually thinks that way! It is even more remarkable after his taking such an opposite point of view with regard to our loving the first and temporary Robyn .
As much as we love Robyn, I must admit that Haven is more attractive (physically). When Solomon creates a body the face has a fairly standard delicate beauty and only with time does it begin to alter, reflecting the character and personality within. Haven has been through many extremes of character and emotional experiences. Now that the hardness has melted away, the strength we see is fascinating to us. She knows how to use her eyes effectively and more than once men have walked away, leaving us alone after looking into those green eyes.
This last week Haven has stayed at the body age of six. We often hear her laughter now, and after playing it is not unusual to find her cuddling up to one or another of us girls. Today she knocked on the door of the office (we did not teach her that) and standing by me stared at the computer. I explained I am bringing our diary up to date and asked her whether she would like to read it.
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“It is like the storytelling?”
“Not really. The storytelling is far better. In the diary I write of what happened as seen, felt or understood by me, not by everyone as in the telling.”
She turned from the screen and stared into my eyes directly, hers, even as a six year old, still disconcerting. “You would like me to?”
“What I would like or not like has nothing to do with it. The diary is not my private property, it is written for all Cherinians.”
“I am not a Cherinian. Would you like me to read so as to know you?”
As she spoke her fingers lightly touched mine and I felt a yearning from her to be touched, to belong somewhere, to have a home. My heart melted and I pulled her to me. “I would like for you to know me very much. Would you like to come into my mind?”
We lay on the couch, side by side, my arms around her and she came to me. We played puppy, I showed her memories of my early days as a baby and we ended by her coming to me for a cuddle. I held her within me and sent her love motes. Hers were sweet from her contentment at being held and loved. That is how love is, love feeds off love in an endless circle.
When I opened my eyes hers were still closed. Her tiny body was rubbing and jerking against mine and she moaned. I could feel the fire in her blood and knew she was aroused almost to the point of orgasm. I ran my fingers down her chest, tummy and lifting her shirt, snuck my fingers into her pants and rubbed her little sex bump. From the way she reacted I knew she wanted me to. She began to spasm. It only lasted a few seconds and then she placed her head against me and with a contented smile dozed off.
As I’ve said before, most aliens do not have the inhibitions we do, so I knew I had created a problem for Robbie. He understood and I felt his smiling presence as he reassured me I had done the right thing in responding to her needs. Haven only dozed about ten minutes and then she opened her eyes with a smile.
“Athia will be pleased that I learnt how to feel my body in a new way. This is why Robyn loves you so much?”
“Haven, the sex comes after loving each other, not before. If you end up loving us and we do this again, you will feel the difference.”
She pondered my words and then gave a grin that said she had discovered a new truth. “It would not be good if I hated you?”
“I wouldn’t have dared!” I replied with a giggle. I turned serious. “Haven, will you sleep in my arms tonight?”
“In your family bed?”
“Yes.”
“May I sleep with Athia first?”
Robbie moaned, *We are growing too fast, I’m a sick man, I can’t keep on handling more and more girls.*
*I’d help you out, but the girls wouldn’t want me if I made myself a man.*
Haven was startled by everyone’s laughter and seeing my grin asked, I explained, but she only looked puzzled. “You all look to Robert for this?”
“From what we saw of your people Haven, they too are male - female orientated.”
She frowned. “Not so many females to one male! It is possible for Robert?”
“We know Robyn has been sharing with you, you felt he can.”
“All at the same time!? That was why it was so strong?”
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“We share with the one he is loving. We end up sharing three to five times a night. With the extra ones during the day it means each of us are in his arms at least once a week. Does it explain why he holds one of us as often as he can even when we go out?”
“You do not help him by pleasuring each other?”
“Only when he is loving us. If there is no Robbie, then there is no sex.”
“Then why…”
“You needed me. I wanted to.”
She smiled. “The hole, it is in the wrong place with your species. It hides below, with us it is above, facing forward. Does your male organ also hide below among the legs?”
I explained that when a foetus is forming, if it is female where the male penis is she has the clitoris and where the male has his testicles out in the open under the penis the female’s reproductive organs are inside the body so that the foetus can grow safely nurtured by her body and the hole beneath is the passage for the penis to send sperm to the ovary. It struck me that if their females have their vagina facing forward, where do they have the clitoris to provide them with pleasure and conversely, the male, are his organs also topsy-turvy? She found that funny.
It transpired that the female vagina is slightly above where our clitoris is, but where we have a clitoris hidden in our slit, theirs is a ‘u’ shape under the vagina, the underside of the penis being more sensitive it gives more pleasure there she said. She told me that the ribbed surface of the mound above the vagina is also sensitive and provides additional pleasure to the male. Everyone listened with fascination and feeling Robbie I suggested she change that part of her for one night so that we can see and feel it.
“Robert wishes to try?”
“Not yet love, maybe if you want him to someday.”
“Someday means one day? Only one Samantha!?” She may have been teasing me or not, but I have a feeling Robbie is going to find out what it feels like far earlier than he’d planned to.
We had supper at the house of Savva and his family and the kids picked up from us that we were slightly aroused and excited, filled with anticipation of our night of passion. Since we tend to only feel that way when we’ve been to the void they were puzzled and gave their parents hints that we were eager to get home. Their mother is still old fashioned in many ways and insisted on offering coffee after the meal and then just when we thought we were about to leave she brought out cakes and coffee again. All of us asked our healers to help get rid of our bloated feeling on our way home.
By the time we’d had our showers and had taken our places, we were tingling with aroused expectations. What our places are depend on factors of who last made love with Robbie, who he feels a special need for and who of us has a strong need to be loved by him directly. Sometimes that person has the same need for two or three nights in a week and we make way for her without even the thought of resenting her crossing our minds, for we each have those times. An intricate dance that follows no pattern that we can discern, so I will not try to explain it.
What made this night different was the way our bedroom had filled with the scents of our arousal before Robbie had left the bathroom. He came in, took one look at our shining eyes and pretended to groan. Haven had been placed on his bed, but not next to him. It would be better she first experience how we make love. We had determined that Annavi and Sol were to be first, with Latreia as a third to help make it special for the other two.
Normally there would be chatter, some teasing and only gradually would our laughter turn to arousal, we prefer fanning the flames slowly so as to make it deeper and stronger. Tonight none of us were in a mood to follow our routine. Haven was sharing our feelings and body sensations through Robyn and already the sum of our emoting was amazing to her and in danger of overwhelming her body and mind.
Robbie was the only one keeping his head. He calmed Annavi and Sol and used his hands and lips to evoke a languorous dreaminess in them before reminding their bodies that he is a male and they are female. Only after their orgasm did he begin in earnest, tantalising and teasing until their bodies burned with such lust that they should have been visible in the dark. We all joined them, Cherine swirling and building us into one mind-searing explosion.
I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love - and should some of it be true for our reality, I hope you will love our Cherine.
Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)10th December, 2019
- posted: 10th December, 2019
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