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  Immaculate Fetish

  After witnessing a strange light show on a hot summer night in Southern Illinois, Greta Garbova's life is changed forever. Immaculate Fetish takes you on an adventurous Journey of Love seeking to save humanity from itself. A humorous, erotic & loving vision of life on Planet Earth at the start of the 21st century, and the change needed for humanity to save itself.

  Given the millions of billions of Earth-like planets, life elsewhere in the Universe without a doubt, does exist. In the vastness of the Universe we are not alone

  Albert Einstein

  The good news is we know what to do. The good news is we have everything we need now to respond to the challenge of global warming. We have all the technologies we need, more are being developed, and as they become available and become more affordable when produced in scale, they will make it easier to respond. But we should not wait, we cannot wait, we must not wait.

  Al Gore

  I think I’m constantly in a state of adjustment.

  Patti Smith

  J T I K

  Chapter 1

  The Six Lattes Interlude

  The president sat at his desk in the oval office, pausing for a moment from the speech he was working on to take a drink of his coffee. President Gregory W. Twine had moments earlier asked his entire staff to leave him alone to review the speech that was written for him, ordering his aides to bring him six of the largest Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha lattes with triple shots extra hot, six straws, and a brand new Apple Macbook Pro with Microsoft Office loaded and ready to use.

  Outside the door to his office, a seemingly endless stream of aides and secret service gathered wondering just what the president was up to.

  “I did not even know he liked coffee, let alone six large lattes?” Charles Groben, the counsel to the president asked.

  “I didn’t even know he could type, let alone know what Microsoft Office was, and a Mac, why the Macbook?” Ira Paulson, the press secretary questioned. “Can you hear anything?”

  Two other assistants were holding glasses to the door to see if they could hear what was going on inside. The president gave them strict instructions not to be bothered for at least the next hour. “I think I can hear some movement, and I swear I heard him laughing about something,” Virginia replied with a puzzled look on her face.

  “With all the coffee he had us bring him, he is going to have to come out sooner or later to go to the bathroom, isn’t he?” Jillian giggled.

  “Something tells me you are going to have a lot of damage control ahead of you Ira,” Charles continued. “If, or should I say when the press gets wind of any of this you are going to have a very busy day indeed.

  “Damage control is putting it lightly, get me Josh Morgan on the phone right away,” Ira instructed one of the crowded hallway full of aides to do.

  Josh Morgan was the head of the president’s Secret Service detail and was already on top of trying to find out just why the president was acting the way he was, and most importantly, just what was going on in that Oval Office. “What have you got for me,” he asked a few members of his detail, “What the hell is going on in there?”

  “He is sitting at his desk and appears to be typing away sir,” came the reply. “I might add that he appears to be laughing at times, as if he is talking to someone.”

  “Can you hear anything else, is there any evidence of someone else being in that room or on the telephone that he could be talking to?”

  “No sir, he is thinking out loud as he usually does when he is reading or watching a movie,” the agent replied.

  “What more can you offer me dammit, what have you heard him say so far?” Morgan screamed into the phone.

  “He keeps repeating the same thing sir,” the agent said.

  “And what might that be?”

  “We’ve had enough time,” the agent replied. “That’s it sir, except for when he says he loves them Starbucks lattes after every sip.”

  “We’ve had enough time?” Morgan pondered.

  “Oh yes sir, there was one more thing,” the agent added. “We heard him say Apple computers were so awesome even he could figure out how to use one.”

  “We’ve had enough time?” Morgan grumbled as he headed to the surveillance van the agents were reporting from. “Had enough time for what?”

  Chapter 2

  When you wish upon a star

  Rose rolled off of Greta and let out a long sigh as she moved close enough so their bodies were touching. They were both naked and covered in sweat as they stared up at the star filled night sky. Perched on the top of a two-hundred foot cliff in Giant City State Park they lay out on a huge blanket, their clothes strewn about them.

  “I think you are one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet,” Rose said softly. “Sweeter than that bottle of wine we just finished,” she giggled.

  “And I think you’re sweeter than my Mommy’s pancake syrup,” Greta sighed stretching over Rose to reach for the pack of cigarettes. “Want one?” she asked pushing back her shoulder length blonde hair that was still clinging to her sweaty face.

  “Sure, nothing like a smoke after multiple orgasms hey?”

  It was a crystal clear June night. Where they decided to lay on their blanket gave them a totally unobstructed view of the star filled sky. The sound of summer bugs could be heard coming from the forest areas around them. Their car was parked at the bottom of the rocky cliff they hiked up to be alone and on top of it all, the convertible top still down.

  “I was just thinking about the first time we met,” Rose said. “You looked so sexy yet so innocent, and so un-American.”

  “You looked like a stalker to me, a stalker with the most gorgeous pair of tits I think I had ever seen,” Greta laughed. “You know I can have an orgasm just thinking about them.”

  “Now I know you’re exaggerating,” Rose laughed.

  “Well, yes I guess I was,” she replied. “It helps if I cross my legs just right and rock them just so, or do Kegel exercises.”

  Greta put out her cigarette and stuffed it into the empty wine bottle before she laid back down next to Rose. The wind seemed to pick up considerably, a warm Southern Illinois summer breeze.

  “That breeze feels marvelous,” Rose said.

  “Uhm yes, but I have to warn you, warm summer breezes make me horny” Greta replied softly in her husky feminine voice.

  “Oh look, a shooting star!” Rose exclaimed. “There’s a few more, make a wish, make a wish.”

  “Shooting stars make me horny,” Greta replied. “I wish that someday we will be visited by females from other planets, and that we’ll be able to have orgasmic bliss with them.”

  “You’re not supposed to say your wish out loud,” Rose said.

  “It’s ok, there were more than one so I saved one.”

  Rose moved over to kiss her. As their lips met, and their tongues began to dance with each other, the sky quietly flashed as if from heat lightning. As she moved her hand gracefully over Greta’s soft curves a quiet rumble could be heard, accompanied by more of what looked like heat lightning filling the sky.

  “I thought rain was not in the forecast?” Rose asked just before what seemed like a barrage of shooting stars began crossing the night sky appearing to shower the entire area with stardust.

  “Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” Greta said looking up at the sky in amazement.

  The dazzling show increased in intensity for a few moments, accompanied by a rumbling and whooshing sound ending in a loud crackling explosion, as if lightning had struck somewhere beneath the cliff they were watching this all from. When it was over, the entire area was silent for a brief minute before the normal sounds of a
beautiful summer evening could be heard emanating from the woods around them.

  “That was not a shooting star that’s’ for sure,” Rose said nervously as Greta crawled towards the edge of the cliff to have a look below.

  “It was the effect of my kisses,” Greta replied in a breathy voice.

  “You are a great kisser, but,” Rose started to say before Greta cut her off.

  “Oh, I knew it,” Greta said as now they could both hear the sound of approaching vehicles. “And flashing lights, I think we had better get dressed.”

  “Well, when the heavens put an end to something as delightful as we were just about to get into, I suppose there must be a pretty damn good reason for it,” Rose said before sliding on her tank top.

  “I just noticed, you put your top on before your bottoms,” Greta said. “Do you start getting dressed in that order all the time?”

  “Yes, I do but in the winter sometimes I start with my socks,” Rose answered. “Why is that a problem?”

  “No, I just found it interesting since I always put my bottoms on first,” Greta said. “No matter what time of the year it is, I always get dressed in that order, probably because I am usually running a few degrees hot and I just like to wait before I put on a bra and a top,” she continued, her words coming out as if she were bored to death talking about it already.

  Below a pickup truck with a yellow flashing light on its roof pulled up, accompanied by what looked like a park ranger and a few other cars. The sound of more vehicles approaching could be heard as Greta finished folding up the blanket and slid her feet into her clogs.

  “Let’s head down to the car huh, they seem to be looking around down there,” Greta said.

  They made their way down the winding trail, around the cliff and to their vehicle. As they turned the corner into the open area in which their car was parked, they could see a group of men, some carrying flashlights, searching the area surrounding Greta’s car.

  “Somebody’s coming chief,” one of the men said seeing Greta and Rose approaching. He was tall and thin and wearing what looked like park attendant summer clothing.

  One of the men turned and shone his light on the two approaching.

  “Hmm, what have we here?” he asked almost drooling.

  They truly were a site to behold, Greta in her cropped white tank top and cut off short jeans and Rose in black skin tight capris and a green bikini top.

  “Could you please not shine that light in our eyes?” Rose shouted.

  She was being a lot nicer than Greta would have been. “Just what is your late night interest in our car?” Greta asked, tossing the blanket in the back seat.

  After saying something to each other, two of the attendants started snickering when she said that before Greta heard them utter the word lesbians.

  “Could whomever is in charge here tell insect legs to keep his smartass comments to himself?” she said, shooting an evil eye dirty look at them all.

  “Ladies, I am Sergeant Tanner,” the sergeant said, “have you been here within the last hour?”

  “Yes, we’ve been up there star gazing for the past few hours,” Rose replied.

  “Did you see or hear anything strange while up there?” Tanner continued.

  “Well there was one hell of a shooting star light show, but other than that, nope, not really.”

  “Can you describe what you saw exactly?”

  “Just a few shooting stars one after another, but a few of them seemed to be accompanied by sound which was a first for the both of us,” Rose replied. “What are you looking for?”

  “Not sure really, a couple of our grounds crew said they thought something may have impacted here or near here during that strange display of lights in the sky,” Tanner said.

  “I bet you see a lot of strange things out here, in the woods,” Greta said looking Tanners attendants up and down.

  “Yeah, but tonight was unique.” “Would you mind giving me your names and a way to contact you in case anyone has any questions?” Tanner asked.

  Greta was not as eager as Rose to offer her information, but they did before getting into Greta’s car.

  “Hope you find what you’re looking for,” Rose said as Greta started the car and they drove off.

  The ride back to town was glorious, the sweet smelling summer air washing over them as they drove down the two-lane highway back to town. “How about a drink?” Greta asked.

  “A drink sounds nice,” Rose replied as she reached over to play with Greta’s hair that was being sucked upwards by the flow of air as they sped along the dark highway. What neither of them noticed was that the blanket Greta had thrown in the back was not touching the seat, but rather floating above it.

  They parked down the block from The Burgundy Room that was Southern Illinois’ version of a gay bar. Occasionally straight couples would wander in out of curiosity, but it was a place where you could feel yourself, whatever mix of GLBT you were.

  Upon entering they were greeted by a few friends sitting in the corner. “Hello ladies,” Esther said, a huge grin on her face. “You both smell a tad gamey, have you been out in the wilds again.”

  Greta laughed and lit up a cigarette. “Absolutely darling,” she replied squinting her eyes and puckering her lips that were greeted by the cigarette she took a puff on.

  “So what have you been up to this evening?” Rose asked, her breasts looking like they wanted to explode from the bikini top she was wearing.

  “I was at the Library studying hard with Lois,” Esther smiled.

  “I have heard about your library studies,” Greta laughed.

  They ordered their drinks and laughed it up with an assortment of friends before deciding to finally call it a night.

  “Will you be heading up to Pam and Lori’s wedding in Chicago this weekend?” Esther asked.

  “We were thinking about it, yeah,” Greta replied. “Maybe a relaxing train ride there and back though for a change of pace.”

  “Can’t pull off the road to any remote places traveling on a train,” Esther laughed.

  “That is correct,” Rose smiled, “but the risk of getting caught on the train can be even more exciting.”

  “What risk,” Greta said in a husky voice. “In public, not in public, who cares?” she said pulling Rose to her and wrapping her arms around her before giving her a deep kiss.

  Upon leaving the bar, someone from a car full of teenage boys threw an empty beer can at them while passing by. The four ladies let out a barrage of insults they probably did not even hear speeding away as they were.

  Greta decided to stay at Rose’s place because it was closer. After washing the evening off in the shower together, they settled into a brief lovemaking session on clean sheets in Rose’s air conditioned bedroom before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter 3

  Morning After

  Greta woke to the smell of coffee brewing and breakfast being cooked. “Mmm,” she moaned, “that smells fabulous.”

  “Do you want juice with your breakfast Notchka?” Rose asked.

  “Yes, I’ll have the works.” “I love when you cook in that almost buttoned boy shirt.” Greta smiled.

  “And I love it when you come to the breakfast table naked or almost dressed.”

  They sat down to breakfast and discussed what their plans were for the day, and indeed for a weekend jaunt up to the city for a wedding.

  “A train would be a nice change of pace,” Rose said. “I will pick up tickets today to leave late afternoon ok?”

  “If you don’t mind that would be great, since I have a pretty busy schedule today.”

  They finished eating, cleaned up, got dressed and walked out the door of the apartment to start their day. It was a bright sunny morning. When they got to Greta’s car they noticed that it was covered in what looked like a fine metallic mist.

  “Didn’t notice that last night,” Greta said. “I will stop to get it washed after I drop you off.”
/>   “Do you think it’s stardust? Rose smiled.

  “What else could it be,” Greta giggled as her finger moved through the fine metallic looking dust drawing a heart.

  She dropped Rose off near her first class and headed to the self car wash a few blocks away. She raised the top and the windows before pulling into the stall. Greta always kept a ton of change in her glove compartment and reached for a hand full of quarters. When she did she noticed that the interior was covered with the same soft mist.

  “Oh well, that needs to be cleaned,” she said to herself. She always kept her vintage 1962 Pontiac Catalina convertible, in candy apple red clean.

  Before starting, Greta removed a bucket and towels she kept in her trunk for days like this. She popped in the quarters, filled the bucket halfway, and went on to finish rinsing off the exterior of the car. As she did the metallic mist seemed to float off the car and hang in mid air before attaching itself to the misty water particles the high-pressure hose was creating. After the high-pressure rinsing, she turned the switch to soap and scrubbed the car with the foaming brush attachment. What she did not notice was that some of the foamy, soapy runoff was not touching the ground, but hovering above it under the car. Switching back to the high- pressure hose, she rinsed off the car and pulled out of the stall, lowering the windows and the top before turning the engine off

  She walked back to the stall to collect her bucket thinking nothing about the fact that she filled the bucket with clear water half way, but it was now soapy and nearly full. The soap foam that had been hovering under her car collected inside the bucket.

  Walking back to the car two guys passing in a car honked at her and gave a wolf whistle. She never could figure out why, when to her she felt like she was a mess, someone always seemed to find her attractive, but it happened all the time.

  She opened the car doors and placed the bucket on the ground next to her, immersing the small towel in the bucket and wringing it out before wiping down the interior. She turned on the radio. Radio in this small college town was usually rock, and harder rock, so she thought it odd that the song playing on the radio was “America” from the movie West Side Story. Greta sang along as she continued to clean. “I like to be in America, O.K. by me in America, Ev’rything free in America, For a small fee in America!”