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  Valia brought the car back to the speed Greta had been driving at before they took off. Shaking, she grabbed hold of the wheel. “What the fuck just happened?” she screamed.

  It was their intent to terminate you. Valia replied. You have nothing to fear, they cannot harm anyone now.

  “How can you be so sure, and how were we able to move so fast?” Greta asked.

  I terminated them, Valia replied. As for the speed at which we were able to move, your Pontiac is covered in organic particles from my ship. I simply gave the command for us to accelerate.

  “The metallic mist?” she marveled. “Could I learn how to do that?”

  It would not be wise, Valia giggled.

  “You said they have been terminated?” Greta asked.

  They no longer exist.

  Greta drove for roughly twenty minutes quietly thinking about what had just happened, knowing that Valia could hear every thought.

  On my world, life is considered sacred until is seeks to destroy life, Valia said.

  “Yes,” Greta said seeing a sign for a Super 8. “Well honey, it looks like we will be spending the night in Mount Pocono, PA,” Greta continued, sounding relieved.

  Greta checked in, grabbed her bags and settled into Room number Six. “I need a hot soak,” she groaned. Waiting for her tub to fill, she turned on the television and moved through the channels. “Hey, we can watch an erotic movie if you like,” she giggled, before returning to the tub and pouring some shampoo into it to create bubbles. She double locked the door, undressed, placed Valia around her neck and settled into a long hot soak with Valia joining her.

  “Valia, how come the water did not rise when you got in?” Greta asked.

  “I’m on a diet?”

  Greta laughed, kissed her deeply and thanked her for saving her life. “You know, you are becoming more human every day.”

  “And you less.”

  Chapter 11

  Peekaboo

  Greta answered the wakeup call she left for ten a.m. She marveled at how smooth she felt all over. Noticing her legs needed shaving in the tub, Valia offered to massage the hair away permanently. Greta agreed. She giggled at the thought.

  She called her mother to let her know she was o.k. “Hello mommy, I just wanted to let you know I am in Mount Pocono PA, alive and kicking.”

  Valia was sitting in a chair watching her. “Thanks for the cosmic hair removal,” she giggled, “my legs feel so smooth. Tell me, does this bother you?” she asked tugging on her pubic hair.

  “We evolved past body hair long ago,” Valia smiled. “If it is a part of you, I love it.”

  “I’ve been thinking, it would be good to go to Philadelphia today,” Greta said. “It is the founding city of sorts for this country, only a two hour drive, whattaya say?”

  Valia answered, “No,” just to see Greta’s reaction.

  “No, ok where would you like to go then?”

  Valia just laughed. “Of course we can go to Philadelphia.”

  Greta turned on the television set and told Valia to tune it to any station she desired. She had found out that Valia did not need a remote to change the channels. “I could use some breakfast,” Greta said. She walked to the window and pulled the drape aside. “Why is it that Motel parking lots never look the same in the morning as they did arriving in the middle of the night?” she asked.

  She walked across the room and knelt in front of Valia between her legs. “When you appear to be wearing clothes, do you simply will it?” she asked.

  “In this form, yes.”

  Greta rested her head on Valia’s thigh looking at her beautiful body. “Did last night really happen?” she asked.

  “Yes, it is unfortunate, but yes.”

  “Come on, time to get ready to go, baby is hungry,” Greta beamed. She took Valia by the hand into the bathroom. “Can you massage this away permanently,” she asked pulling at her pubic hair.

  “Yes.”

  She adjusted the water temperature and Valia joined her in the shower. “Remove it please,” Greta asked placing Valia’s hand between her legs. “I never want it to grow back again as a life long reminder of you.”

  Valia gently spread her legs, got on her knees before she softly and carefully massaged away the only hair left on her body from the neck down. She then pulled Greta down into the tub with her and once again brought her to an orgasm that had her ejaculating wildly. When she stopped shaking from the waves of wild sensation washing over her entire body, she felt herself between her legs and smiled. “I never want you to leave me,” she said.

  The weather forecast called for temperatures to be near ninety. That meant the top down, and lots of water. Greta quickly packed, leaving her shaver and blades behind on the bathroom sink. She removed Valia and tucked her away between her thighs once again then walked over to the office to settle her bill before leaving.

  In a few minutes she was lowering the top on the car after placing all of her bags in the trunk. “I’ve been told they have all of the usual fast food to eat her,” Greta said. She happened upon the Sunrise Café and decided to have a real breakfast. The diner was not very crowded. She sat at the counter and ordered some pancakes. It was too late for the breakfast crowd, and too early for the lunch crowd. She picked up a copy of the Pocono Record and leafed through it. On page three she saw a small article about a Mustang found on the Interstate with a gun in it that investigators say was used in the murder of the attendant at the place she stopped at for water the night before. It certainly did happen, she thought.

  She finished her breakfast and asked if there was a Starbucks anywhere near. There was, it turned out, one in the lobby of a hotel just before the Interstate. She stopped there and ordered the usual. In the lot she pulled out her atlas and tore out the page that would show the route from Mount Pocono to Philadelphia and taped it to the dash. “If you don’t mind my dear, I will never be able to drive and figure it out,” she laughed.

  My pleasure, Valia giggled.

  Greta cruised at a leisurely pace following Valia’s directions. This was a day to just kick back and enjoy as far as she was concerned. She popped in another c.d., this one loaded with numerous tunes by Neko Case. “I don’t know what it is about being out in the country that makes me want to listen to an artist that sounds like a cross between Patsy Kline and Twin Peaks, but I shore do.” Greta laughed. “I’m really hating not being able to see you today.”

  You must take US 22 West, Valia said.

  Through about a half dozen road changes and summer construction detours, after a few hours they were finally at the outskirts of Philadelphia. Valia directed her flawlessly to the Best Western in the heart of the Museum District. She checked in, grabbed her bags, went to the room and unpacked. She turned the air conditioner on low, made sure the place met with her approval, and hopped on the bed. She pulled Valia out and placed her around her neck. “You are one hell of a navigator,” she smiled.

  And you, a pilot, she replied.

  Greta took the remote and turned on the television. “I always get a kick out of television in places I have never visited before.” She allowed Valia to flip to the channels. She always seemed to pause at the news channels.

  “Well, this is one hell of an historical place,” Greta said. “What would you like to do today?”

  “Learn.”

  “Learn what my dear,” Greta asked.

  “Learn,” Valia replied.

  “Then learn it is,” Greta said, jumping up and heading to the bathroom. She turned on the light, dropped her shorts to her ankles and stared at herself in the mirror. “I look like a little girl, a sexy little, girl,” she said, “or a very sexy adult alien female.” She sat on the toilet, had a tinkle, and returned to the bed where Valia was.

  “We might have to get moving if we hope to learn, that is before certain places close,” Greta smiled. “There’s a whole lotta history here, especially when it comes to those Founding Daddy’s.”

  “Y
our beauty is astounding,” Valia replied. “You are quite unlike any other members of your species I have met.”

  “I know I am irresistible, but we do want to learn,” Greta giggled. “Necklace off for starters that is until we know where we are going. It’s hard to ask directions when the person you’re asking cannot see you,” she laughed.

  Greta grabbed her purse, dropped the keys to the room inside, and headed to the hotel lobby. She received a pre-printed direction sheet that explained how to get to most of the historical sites. She was just about out the front door when she heard someone call her name.

  “Greta, is that you?” Jamina shouted.

  “Hey, wow, what are you doing here?”

  “I flew in to be with a dear friend for a few days,” she replied. “She had surgery this morning at the same place I had my mine.” “Let me guess, you are making your way to D.C.?”

  “I am heading over to the zoo,” Greta replied. “I promised Va, I mean I always like to visit a new zoo.”

  “Lot’s to learn in a zoo.”

  “I’m in room 212, and should be here a few more days,” Jamina said. “Ring me up if you need company.”

  “Whatcha doing for dinner?” Greta asked. “Call me.”

  “Ok, I will.”

  Greta pulled out of the hotel parking lot and followed Valia’s directions to the zoo. “Sweet dreams are made of,” her phone rang. It was Rose. “Hello, zoo office, Natasha speaking, can I help you?” she answered.

  “Hey, I have not been able to reach you for half a day,” Rose said. “Everything ok?”

  “Just great, I’m in Philadelphia having an affair with Jamina.”

  “Philadelphia huh, did you have your phone turned off?”

  “Nope, but yesterday we, I mean I was in the Pokonos and may not have been able to get reception.

  “If you can get access to the internet, you should read the Daily Egyptian today,” Rose continued.

  “Can’t you just tell me why I should read the school newspaper today,” Greta said.

  “Well, there is a little blip about parts of Giant City that have been closed off to access, official looking crews in and out all weekend, the usual rumors that it was a demolished spacecraft, and that the little green men inside may still be lurking in the forest giving anal probes to deer,” Rose replied.

  “Too bad they were not little green women, I might have hung around for a while after that light show,” Greta giggled.

  Valia snickered when she heard that.

  “That’s not all,” Rose continued. “I saw those two F.B.I. agents in Quatro’s pizza making out like two lovebirds while waiting for their pizza.”

  “See, I told you they had a thing for each other,” Greta laughed. “Why are you so freaked out, don’t tell me you are not freaked out, because you are?”

  “I’m not sure, but what I do know is that you cannot ever take anything serious,” Rose replied before hanging up her phone.

  “You know, I am starting to think that I may not have that hard a time ending this relationship after all,” Greta sighed.

  She pulled into the zoo parking lot and parked away from the more crowded sections where most people parked to be closer to wherever they were going. “If you have not noticed, most Americans are overweight,” she said. “People would rather waste gas fighting for a closer spot than walking an extra hundred steps.”

  When she was sure no one was watching, Greta placed Valia around her neck. She only had to climb out of the car with the top down, so she was on her way without being detected.

  “Honey,” she asked walking next to Valia, “it appears they are still looking for you, or your ship remnants, or anything they can find that might help explain to them what occurred out there that night.”

  “They will not find any clear evidence”, Valia replied.

  “My species is so hungry, no, more like starved, to be able to prove intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe,” Greta said. “I am sure my favorite spot to stargaze will not be available for a while.”

  “Well, we only have a couple of hours, what would you like to see first,” Greta asked, “mammals, amphibians, reptiles or birds?”

  Valia looked at her and giggled. “I find it all fascinating,” she replied, “you decide.”

  Greta stopped at a large zoo map at the entrance and decided to head towards Bear Country and the birds. “I love birds,” she said, “I have always wished that I could fly.”

  Once again Greta noticed Valia was attracted to passing children. At times, it seemed as though some would gaze directly at her and smile in silence.

  When they arrived at the Polar Bears, Greta looked disturbed. “I know these big beauties are in trouble,” she said.

  The bears seemed to follow Valia as she moved past the habitat. At one point, a very large bear stood up on its hind legs and, staring directly at Valia, started clapping with its huge clawed paws.

  “Well she looks like she’s heard some good news.” Greta said.

  Valia turned to Greta and smiled. “She has,” she replied.

  “And what might that news be, is she pregnant or something?” Greta asked.

  “You are the good news,” Valia replied.

  “Are you sure you’re not just happy because it is mating season for you?” Greta said trying to focus her thoughts towards the bear.

  “THAT TOO,” came an answer that sounded like two loud deep groans rumbling inside her head.

  She let out a loud laugh getting a few strange looks in her direction from two couples standing nearby. “Shhhhh,” she said quietly to Valia as she pulled her toward the bird habitat still laughing.

  “You know, it’s kind of like being in a cartoon communicating for the first time with all the life around us that we so take for granted,” Greta said. “Can you fly?”

  “No,” Valia replied. “But like yourself, I have always wished I could fly.”

  The gazelles thought Greta had an awkward grace. The bald eagle told her that he was living proof that something can be saved if you want it badly enough. The vultures thought that she had deliciously bony knees. One male hawk wanted to fly away with her. She also found out that Valia knew about the investigation teams back at Giant City where her craft crashed, because birds told her so.

  Greta thought that since this visit to a zoo with Valia learning how to actually communicate with the species they passed made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl, why not pay a visit to the Children’s Zoo right next door.

  Valia had a smile on her face, but stopped Greta before entering. “We must be careful in here,” she said. “Some of the very young children might be able to see us.”

  “Really, why is that?”

  “On my world it is called wrupo,” Valia replied. “The life force is constantly evolving from generation to generation, but evolution at times passes a cusp whereby, for unexplainable reasons, a species is catapulted forward in its evolution. Many of your newborn species have done just that, hence the ability to see us.”

  “Does that mean that when they grow up they will be able to talk to polar bears and plants?” Greta laughed.

  “No,” Valia giggled, “but it does mean that life for your species is at the threshold of a newfound brilliance, imaginativeness, and creative spirit. It is unfortunate that it comes at a time when you may all be fighting for your very survival.”

  “Come on, let’s go get stared at.” Greta chuckled.

  To Greta at first it seemed much like any other Children’s Zoo she was ever in, with hosts of children seeming fascinated watching chicks hatching from eggs, some feeding sheep, or goats or ducks. At times it seemed as though the young baby here and there would be watching them pass. She noticed one that was ‘beyond cute’ as she put it. The baby kept turning to look at her and Valia rather than at the ducks her mother kept trying to get her to look at. She stood a few feet in front of her playing peekaboo. The child could obviously see her as she reacted each time Greta would
remove her hands from over her face and think the words “Peekaboo.” The baby’s mother glanced over to see what was exciting her, but of course could see nothing but a few small children playing too far away to be the reason. As the mothers attention turned back to children feeding the ducks, Greta began dancing for the baby, singing in thought, Golly jeepers, Where’d you get those peepers, Peepshow, Creepshow, Where did you get those eyes, Oooh peekaboo, Oooh peekaboo, Oooh peekaboo, Where did you get those eyes? This got the baby giggling and laughing, totally freaking her mother out as she turned the stroller and walked away so quickly she almost ran into her.

  “You will make a good mother one day,” Valia laughed.

  “Yes, but I could only have girls,” she replied.

  Walking past a feature called Backyard Bugs, Greta noticed a young boy about three to four years of age. He had dreamy looking eyes wearing a smile as he watched them approach. “Are you angels?” he asked as they passed by. Greta simply smiled and kept walking. “You will make a good mother one day,” he said.

  “Billy, who are you talking to?” the boy’s mother asked.

  “Them,” he answered pointing at Greta, but the mother saw no one.

  The time flew while in the Children’s Zoo. Greta thought it best to leave, since they would be closing soon and she wanted to avoid the crunch of strollers going through the gates to their parked cars and mini vans.

  On the way back to the car, Valia sang a version of Peekaboo from her own world.

  “Well, no offense, but I like Siouxsie’s version better,” she said with an impish grin on her face.

  After slipping back into her car, she thanked Valia for the learning, kissed her softly, and back between her thighs she went. Greta sat up in the seat now visible and started her car. Passing by in a Volvo was Billy smiling and waving at Greta.

  “What are you waving at?” his mother asked.