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  Greta was holding the sampler bottle of Allure and sprayed some in the air to her left. Do you like that smell?

  It is strong but very pleasing to the senses, Valia said.

  “Time to look at some dresses.” Greta said as she turned to walk towards the escalator. She spied a drop neck, short sleeve, tunic dress by Donna Karan on the sales rack. “I cannot believe how cheap this is,” she said. “I shall look no further my dear, it’s perfect.”

  After paying for her dress and heading to the shoe department, Greta noticed that the smell of the Chanel perfume was following her. She had not sprayed any on herself. Valia, do you have a sense of smell in your present state? she asked.

  Yes.

  Honey I can smell you, Greta said, I mean I can smell the Allure perfume I sprayed in your direction.

  The mist has indeed merged with me.

  Well you smell marvelous. Greta giggled. Come on honey, I am just a pair of shoes away from calling it a day. She found a pair of mid-calf boots she simply could not resist, especially at seventy percent off. Besides, they were a style that could be worn out other than for a wedding.

  I wish you could help me carry this stuff, she laughed walking out of the store. Come on honey, no more buses today, she said before hailing a taxi and getting in.

  “Twenty eight twenty five north Cambridge,” she said to the driver.

  “Yes, ma’am,” the driver replied. “You sure smell good.”

  “Why thank you,” she said to the driver. See Valia, I told you that you smelled fabulous, she thought.

  “I am starving.” Greta said. She instructed the driver to stop at a place near their destination that sold huge slices of New York style pizza. Are you sure you’re not hungry? she thought.

  I am not. Valia replied.

  I wish I could go without eating, Greta thought before hopping out of the taxi and running in to purchase her meal. She returned in a flash. Home please, she told the driver who smiled at her into the rear view mirror.

  Chapter 6

  FBI Love You

  The taxi pulled up in front of her mother’s home. She paid the driver and tipped him handsomely, gathered her bags and exited the taxi, the driver being nice enough to open and close the door for her. She walked to the front door and fumbled for her keys when she heard two car doors slam closed.

  “Miss Garbova?” the male asked.

  “Yes?” Greta replied remaining very cool.

  “I am Agent Culder and this is Agent Tully,” David continued, the both of them holding up F.B.I. identification.

  “What can I do for you?” Greta asked.

  Agent Tully handed her their cards. “We’d like to ask you a few questions, may we come in?”

  Greta slipped the cards into her pocket and asked to have a closer look at their Identification before agreeing to let them in. “I hope you don’t mind, but a beautiful young woman like myself can’t be too careful,” she smiled.

  “That’s quite all right,” Culder replied. He seemed to be quite taken by Greta as Tully looked up at him and rolled her eyes.

  Greta opened the door and entered, spilling her packages on one of the chairs in the corner. “Excuse me while I get something to drink,” she said holding up her pizza. “I’m starving after a morning of shopping, can I get you anything, coke, water?” she asked.

  Greta still had her purse around her shoulder when she walked into the kitchen. Valia, if I keep you in the pouch but in my pocket, will they be able to see me? she thought.

  Yes, unless you are holding or wearing me.

  She quickly reached into her purse removing the pouch and placing it in her pocket before zipping it up and leaving in on the kitchen table. She grabbed a coke from the fridge, poured it into a glass and returned to the living room where she found the two agents sitting on the couch.

  “What can I do for you?” Greta asked.

  “We got your name from a park ranger out at Giant City State Park,” Tully said. “Apparently you told a Sergeant Leo Tanner that you witnessed a type of strange light show while out star gazing with a friend, a Miss Ricci?”

  “Yes we did,” Greta replied.

  “Could you tell us what you saw?” Culder asked.

  “Something very special,” Greta replied. “The best way I can describe it is multiple shooting stars accompanied by sound.”

  “Accompanied by sound?” Tully asked.

  “Yes, a whooshing sound, kind of like a jet but not a jet, and a loud boom accompanied by a bright flash of light when it ended.”

  “Did you notice anything else?” Culder asked.

  “Yes I did,” Greta continued. “When the light show ended, and we saw the flashing lights and cars and trucks approaching, well the magic of the moment was gone, so we headed back down to our car where some park people had gathered. I just want to say that the tall skinny park employee with the insect legs insulted us as we walked to our car.”

  “Insulting, in what way?” Tully asked.

  “He called us lesbians with a sickening grin on his face.”

  Tully looked at Culder and curled her eyebrow.

  “Well, we’ll be leaving Miss Garbova,” Culder said as the two agents stood up to walk to the door. “If you can think of anything else you have our cards, feel free to give us a call.”

  “There is one thing,” Greta replied. “When you see Rose could you tell her that Macy’s had a sale going to die for, and to turn her phone on?”

  “We’ve already seen her,” Tully replied. “I believe I heard her mother saying something about getting her a new battery for her phone because hers was not working.”

  “Doesn’t surprise me,” Greta smiled, “she’s on it half the day.”

  Greta was pleased when the agents left since she was still starving. She went to the kitchen and put the pizza slices in the oven for a few minutes to heat them up. “Don’t like cold pizza unless it’s for breakfast or I am hung over,” she laughed. Tully was kind of cute don’t you think? Greta thought.

  She was very symmetrical. The male placed a listening device under your couch.

  Greta entered the living room with her pizza and a drink and placed them on the coffee table. “I think I am going to take a nap after I eat,” she said now on her knees looking under the couch. “Nothing like an early afternoon nap to get all refreshed.”

  Valia, you’re a gem, she thought. She then turned on the television, already tuned to CNN. She turned the volume up loud enough so that if she slipped and mentioned Valia out loud she would not be heard. The presence of the listening device disturbed her. It meant they were not through with her, or they simply did not believe her. Either way, they or others were somewhere listening to her right now and that made her angry. Valia, you know what we can do to and for others when I am wearing you. Greta thought.

  Yes, I find it pleasing.

  Could we do something similar to an inanimate object, oh like say a listening device?

  Yes, but the agents who just visited are in an apartment across from your home on the fourth floor, Valia replied.

  Greta finished her first pizza slice and could not eat more. She was now hopping mad that someone would listen in on her personal life. She reached in her pocket and removed Valia from the pouch and placed it around her neck. Come on Valia darling, Greta said as she lifted a side window and slipped out. She did not want to open any doors in case the house was being watched.

  There is no one around but the two agents, Valia said.

  Good, Greta replied. She crossed the street and followed a mailman into the building unnoticed. He spent a few minutes opening all the boxes and filling them with mail. There were at least thirty apartments in this building. This is the hard part, she thought, waiting for someone to show up to let us in.

  She didn’t have to wait long. A middle-aged woman arrived with a few grocery bags in tow. She slid the key into her mailbox first to get her mail. She then opened the door allowing Greta to slip in once again unnot
iced. Greta decided to take the stairs rather than the elevator.

  They are in room 412, Valia said.

  Thank you darling, Greta smiled. She first walked up to the door quietly to listen at it, then stomped her feet on the carpeted wooden floors, to make it sound like someone running past their door. Culder opened the door rather quickly and stepped out into the hallway.

  “What was that Culder?” Tully asked.

  “I’m not sure,” he replied, “there’s no one out here.” “I’m going to have a look down the hall Tully, keep the door closed.”

  It was too late. Greta slipped in immediately when Culder stepped into the hall. As she slowly walked through the hall lined by closets, the wooden floor creaked in a few places. “Culder is that you?” Tully asked after hearing a loud creak.

  She was answered by a knock at the door. It was Culder. “I didn’t see a thing,” Culder said. “Could have been a neighbors kid.”

  “I could have sworn you were in here,” Tully replied. “This old place sure creaks.”

  Tully returned to the headset she had been wearing before Greta arrived. She was standing right next to Tully examining her face as she listened intently.

  I bet they really like each other Valia, don’t you think?

  They do.

  Tully started sniffing deeply. “Culder, do you smell that?”

  “Yes I do Tully,” Culder replied. “It’s not like you to wear such a provocative scent.”

  “I am not wearing perfume Culder, it is the same perfume I smelled in Greta’s place,” Tully replied.

  “Well it must have rubbed off on you,” Culder said sitting down next to her. “Or maybe you’ve just been working too hard.”

  Tully shook her head and looked out the window.

  You really find her attractive, irresistible in fact, Greta thought. And you my dear, think he is the hottest thing to come into your life.

  “Hear anything unusual?” Culder asked rubbing his hand over Tully’s back.

  “Just the news,” Tully replied removing the headset. “There’s a new ipod coming out.”

  Oh what the hell, kiss already, Greta thought.

  Culder moved closer and kissed Tully deeply. “Culder, we’re on duty, I’m not sure,” she started before being stopped by another kiss.

  Well don’t stop there, make love to each other, Greta thought.

  Come one Valia, let’s have a seat so you can see separate genders coupling, Greta said.

  As they sat watching the two agents undress each other and make love on the floor, Greta thought, You know, I never would have guessed she would be sporting a pubic wax job. I find it so rhythmic and boring watching heterosexuals fucking, Greta thought. Let’s get out of here.

  Before leaving Greta thought Culder and Tully to drop their investigation of her, Rose, and the events that happened at Giant City. She also thought them to get married and start a family.

  Greta opened the door, left and took the elevator to the ground floor. When the door opened she noticed one of the buildings occupants turn to see who was getting off. She continued looking until the elevator door closed. Now we are one explanation for when an elevator arrives and no one gets off, she giggled. She left the building, crossed the street and slipped back into her home through the open window she had left through. Once inside she removed Valia and placed her in the pouch inside her pocket. She then plopped on the couch and started laughing out loud.

  “O my, the bug. Greta thought. She quietly slid off the couch and picked up the device. She looked at it, looked at the image of President Twine on the television screen, thought about what she found out from the plants earlier in the day and became furious. To think they wanted to listen in on my life, she thought. She walked into the kitchen, grabbed the bag of garbage out of the garbage can, opened the back door, walked through the small back yard to the dumpster in the alley, walked up to the sewer ten feet away and dropped the device into it. She looked up at a gorgeous cloud going by with a huge grin on her face. That looks like your face in the cloud passing by, she thought.

  She ran back into the house and back to the living room where she had dropped her packages earlier. “Valia, if I am wearing you can I change clothes?” Greta asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Then it’s time for a fashion show,” she said grabbing all of the packages and heading to her bedroom. Once there she ripped off all the clothes she was wearing, reached into the pouch in her pocket and placed Valia around her neck. Valia was lying on the bed.

  “You have a very symmetrical body.” Valia said.

  “You’re symmetricals are not so bad yourself,” Greta replied with an imitation of Mae West. She stood in front of Valia looking in the full-length mirror completely naked. “Now this, my dear, is a bra.” “We human females use them for armor,” she giggled. “They claim we use them for supporting these,” she said cupping and lifting her breasts, “but we really wear them for protection against being bumped, from being grabbed, and because we just look so damn good wearing them.” She looked down into the bag they were in and threw one that was already unwrapped to Valia who was now lying on the bed nude. “Whew, that was quick,” she giggled. “You got rid of your clothes even faster than me. Would you like to try one on?”

  “How much longer do you intend to keep the agents locked in coupling?”

  “Oh my, poor Tully, we better get them started on their way to a wonderful life together with clothes on,” she laughed. “Can we make it happen from here?” she asked rubbing her neck and shoulders.

  “Yes.”

  Greta thought it and together they made it so.

  “Come, lie on your stomach.” Valia said.

  Greta did as Valia asked, lying on her stomach next to her.

  “I can take away your neck pain,” Valia said seeming to almost float into a position sitting over her from behind. She began massaging Greta, the rhythmic movements over her soft body the perfect blend of soft and hard pressure, kneading and friction sending her into a softly moaning relaxed trance. She then turned her over and continued with a gentle massage. Greta’s legs had automatically started to spread allowing Valia to enter her with her fingers and quickly bring her to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced causing her to ejaculate wildly. She pulled Valia into a face-to-face position lying on top of her.

  “Honey you simply must teach me how to do what you just did,” Greta said, still shaking before kissing her deeply. They shifted into a position with Greta over Valia when her phone rang. “Oh crap, what timing,” she said sliding off the bed onto the floor reaching for her phone. It was Rose.

  “Hello,” Greta answered sounding as if she just woke up.

  “Hey, shopping done?” Rose asked.

  “Yep, ran into some fab sales, how about you?”

  “I am done too,’ Rose replied. “Greta I had a visit today from a couple claiming to be F.B.I. agents about what we saw out at Giant City the other day.”

  “So did I,” Greta replied. “Just as I returned from shopping I let them in and we had a friendly chat. They told me that as far as they were concerned the investigation, at least where we are concerned, was closed.”

  “They made me a little nervous, never had to answer questions for F.B.I. agents before.”

  “You know, I think they had a thing for each other, did you get that impression,” she giggled glancing over at Valia who was smiling back at her.

  “Really, so did I,” Rose laughed.

  “Hey, I talked Abigail into driving my car up here to just be a bit more mobile, do you have any plans for the evening?”

  “Oh I promised my mom I would do some stuff with her tonight,” Rose replied.

  “Really, well how are you getting to the wedding tomorrow?”

  “She’s letting me use her car.”

  They went on to describe the outfits they bought. “Have fun at the pizza parlor,” Greta giggled.

  “Not pizza, pasta,” Rose replied. “Lov
e you, see you tomorrow.”

  “Love you too, smooch,” Greta said and hung up the phone.

  She ran over to the dresser and plugged her phone in to charge it.

  Turning around she saw that Valia was not on the bed. She had once again moved to the living room and was sitting on the couch.

  “Valia, is there something wrong?”

  “Yes,” she replied turning her gaze from the television to Greta.

  “I am sorry, perhaps I should not have taken the call.”

  “Oh it is nothing you have done,” Valia replied returning her gaze to the television. “I was speaking of your species and the trouble it is in.”

  “We’re a mess that’s getting messier day by day that’s for sure.”

  “It is not too late to change.” Valia said.

  Chapter 7

  I Feel Like Dancing

  “For someone who has seen us as a tiny speck in space, it must seem easier to accomplish than it does for one insignificant occupant of this planet.” Greta replied. “I mean if I could change things I would.”

  Valia turned to Greta who was now sitting next to her and gently touched her on the cheek. “But you can,” she said before curling up with her on the sofa where she continued to watch the television screen, as Greta slipped into that afternoon nap she so loved to take.

  Greta woke to the sound of the doorbell ringing. She walked to the door seeing a UPS deliveryman at the door. She put on a robe, removed Valia from her neck and slipped her into the robe pocket before answering the door.

  “Sign here please,” the man said. He handed her a box addressed to her mother and asked how she spelled the last name before leaving.

  “My mother loves shopping online,” Greta said.

  “Shopping certainly seems to be a priority in life for your species,” Valia said.

  “Oh you are so right,” Greta replied. “We suffer from it, ebay, home shopping online, stores, cheaper stores, still cheaper stores. In a few months the start of the ‘shopping season’ will begin, earlier and earlier each year it seems, culminating in varied states of depression and debt for those who participate,”

  “Your Christmas holiday,” Valia replied. “I saw an ad for it moving through the channels of the television earlier.”