I am not certain if anyone will appreciate this story. Let me however say that I have long considered these imaginary people in my stories as friends. In my time working with my father, who is suffering from Parkinsons, Greg and Calliope have proven very supportive. I am thus presenting their tale. One, because I have it mostly finished, so it is ready to be presented. The other reason is just because it is my way of giving my thanks to these friends. Whether you like this story or not, please – as friends yourselves – tolerate my time in presenting these chapters.The second Blue Flame novel –
There is a wiki database to reference names, although you can certainly ask me questions as well.The Other Side of Life
Chapter One: Part One
(Doris Sanders / Vefillaya)
Doris Sanders heard the voice. She had spoken to it and listened to its reply. She still could not believe what it said was true.
“Greg, is that really you?”
“Yes, mother, it’s me. Just checking on you.”
She had already asked, but could not think of anything to do but ask again. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, mother, I’m fine.”
“Why don’t you visit?”
“Because I would turn around and leave again. I just want to know that you are all right. I left suddenly, but I am not returning. I still want you to know that I miss you.”
Doris Sanders had no choice but to ask the question that bothered her. “Are you in trouble, son?”
“No, mother. I am happily married with a …”
He laughed. She had not heard him laugh in a long time. Doris had to wipe her eyes upon hearing him laugh. Feeling hope that things were not as bad as she thought, she could not help but rush out some words.
“Married? Son, I have to meet her.”
“No, mother, no. Truthfully, she wants to meet you too. She however understands, and we are both scared that you will not.”
“What?” Doris again felt troubled by the phone call. “What is wrong with her?”
“She’s a space alien, mother. She’s a blackish-blue, more blue, with white hair. Other than that, she is really rather attractive.”
“Do you have children?”
The laugh was not as deep this time. More of a quick chuckle. There was however a calmness in the sounds that prevented Doris from really being concerned.
“We cannot have children, mother. If you ever have grand-children, Mother, it will be far in the future with some other lady.”
“I will still want to meet her, Greg.”
“I will try for Halloween, Mother. How about that? There are many, many reasons why something could happen, but I will try.”
Doris felt that the conversation was coming to an end. She did not want that. She wanted to know more.
“How about pictures, son?”
“Check your mail, Mother. On the computer, not in the mailbox.”
No, she was not ready for the conversation to end. “Well, what is her name?”
“Oh, well, it sounds like a space-alien name.”
He laughed again. Doris thought it really strange to hear him laugh, but good strange. He did not sound stressed. He really sounded happy.
“I just thought it was lovely, Mother. I really don’t know how much I will explain to you, Mother. I do want you to meet her. I do want to spend time just showing her things, but she is a space-alien and I have obligations. We will try for Halloween.”
“Uh, should I get a costume?”
“Yes, Mother, that is a good idea. I mean, we don’t want people thinking Vefillaya is strange just because she is the only one in costume – even though she really won’t be. I might dye my skin blue as well.”
Doris remembered a number of things said about her son, so felt like dispelling one of them. “Are you doing drugs?”
“No, mother. I am an ambassador for the space-aliens. It is kinda an easy job, although it is not my real job. My real job is real tough, but I enjoy it. It was really tough on Earth, but I got out into space and found a home. Vefillaya works to keep me happy, and she does a good job. We will try to explain some of it when we come.”
She knew the phone call was coming to an end. Doris however wanted something substantial. She thus rushed into another room of her house and shook the mouse to wake her computer back up. During this time she spoke of what she had been doing during the day, and about some of the investigation that went into searching for Greg. When the screen finally blinked back on, she checked her mail. There was indeed a picture. Her son sat in a nice apartment on a couch with a lady whose skin was indeed a very dark blue. The white hair caused Doris, who also had white hair, to think of the lady as old. No wrinkles showed on her skin however, and her smile was that of a young lady. Doris looked at the picture and felt that she could indeed end the conversation.
“Thank you for the picture.”
“I want to tell you not to show it around, Mother, but it really does not matter. Anyway, Halloween, if I can. I love you.”
“Love you too, son.”
Doris really wondered how her son gained a job with the space-aliens, and how he met his wife. She looked at the picture and wondered a number of things. Seeing that Halloween was still over a month in the future, Doris hoped that she had enough time to prepare.~^~^~ ^~^~^ ~^~^~
Vefillaya saw the light. The emperor had told the captain to install it, and she was glad that they did. She had not been married to Greg for long, but understood that her attachment to him came with a price. She did not mind paying it, and even looked forward to it, but she had been caught at times not really in the mood. Greg accepted her even then, actually glad to see different sides of her, but Vefillaya knew that she was supposed to keep him happy. The light let her know to prepare to get to work.
A number of factors determined just how fast he would arrive at the apartment. Sometimes he would head to the bridge of the spaceship to speak with the captain. Other times he would go to speak to another of the ambassadors on board. Vefillaya however knew that Greg had mentioned doing something the next time he was called into action, so expected him to come to her.
She moved to kiss him as he came through the door. While he looked to her eagerly, Vefillaya felt his weight as they traded affection. His work was not really physical, but extremely taxing on his mind. That was where her work began. She found one of her major requirements to be to get his body active, so it would be as ready to rest as his mind. Vefillaya directed her husband through the front room to their bedroom hoping that he would stay conscious long enough for her to do her job.
Greg untied his shoes as he said, “I did go to Earth. Calliope has made contact with a certain family. She is preparing for her eventual return.”
Vefillaya finished stepping out of her clothes. She was his wife, but not really his equal. She had none of his knowledge, or skills, and especially not his powers. While no dishonor came to her, all knew that her position came with an obligation. She really wondered what he saw in her. She was not human, a fact she felt was even more glaring with her naked. He however would look upon her with desire, and touch her rough skin very pleased with what he felt. Had she not married him, another man, her uncle, would be able to command her body, but even though he was of her race she felt that he would not have been so joyful at having her to play with. Those thoughts had her ever willing to offer herself to Greg, and his attitude at having her body caused her to want to ever stay his wife.
She actually did enjoy his body. His smooth skin, even with the light covering of hair, was pleasant to touch. It had a lot more reaction to its surroundings than hers. Over the short time of being married to the man, Vefillaya found herself believing that she found his body more attractive than he could possibly find hers.
He was talking, and she was listening, although allowing the words to pass until later when they had time to relax together. Right now he needed rest. The talking helped him clear his mind, which was necessary for him to sleep peaceably. Vefillaya however found herself having to ask a question.
Greg could speak to all creatures, and all could understand him. He had been working to learn the language of the Suderling Union, but still usually spoke in his own native tongue trusting in who he was to translate his words. The number of differences between his culture and hers however did not allow some words to be understood.
“It is an old holiday when my people believed that the spirits walked. There were good and bad spirits with some seeking to move on and others doing mischief. No one really believes in that stuff, but dressing up in costume and going around letting the children have candy while the adults say good words to each other is not bad. It can have its fun.”
“Costume? Oh. You don’t want your people to think I am strange.”
“Oh, they can think you are strange. It’s Halloween, so being strange is all right. I just don’t want them to think of you being anything but my pretty wife. The blue skin, the white hair, the ears on top of your head, all of that is really not normal for humans. You are pretty however, and my wife, so they can see you as my pretty wife who just happens to have done some exotic costume for Halloween.”
She opened up herself to have sex with him as she cheerfully asked, “Do you really believe that I am pretty?”
“From the first time I saw your picture.”
Even as mentally taxed as his mind was, his body did not quickly end a certain function. There was no bone in his manly member, so it took some thought to have it strong for the sexual activity. It seemed that there were hormones and such as well, as he could be firm for some time even as his concentration wavered. Vefillaya found other females of her race complain of the short period of the joining with their husbands. They mentioned having the bony projection of their man enter, then almost immediately feeling the release. She found even the literature almost never spoke of the prolonged duration of her body speaking of its joy in being complete.
Even though only married for a short time, Vefillaya felt that it was already routine for her to collapse upon her mentally taxed husband and tell him that she was his wife. He would move a hand through her hair and tell her that he would always want her. She would pant as her body told her it was now complete. She could not have children though. Even if her reproductive organs were whole, his sperm would not match with her eggs. While Vefillaya would lay feeling that she would have a period of peace, she knew the experience would repeat for the rest of her life. Hoping for her husband, and especially herself, she prayed that she would never tire of this requirement of her marriage.