He took a quick glance at Selene hiding inside his office and noted her consternation. With a deep sigh he silently nodded at the lawman, stepped out of the office and headed for the carriage waiting to take him away.
The loud clangor of metal on metal grated his senses as the door to the cell was slammed shut by Roscoe. Reeves looked around in dismay at the little cell where he was to remain, who knew for how long. There had to be some explanation, some trial of sorts before he was to be convicted. But what was his crime, he wondered, grasping desperately at the iron bars as the lawman walked out of the darkened office.
After a few hours he heard voices outside. The door was pushed open and Roscoe walked in, with two cloaked and hooded figures behind him. Reeves felt a sense of panic grip him, but held his nerve. There had to be a rationale behind this, an obvious misinterpretation germinating from Munro’s accurate though ill administered endeavors. He had guessed one of the hooded figures would be Amondsham and he was right.
“Doctor Reeves, I do not take kindly to those who have breached my trust.” The master of the Amondsham Estate said coldly, removing his hood.
“But my Lord, you did witness…” Reeves began in a shaky voice, grasping desperately at the bars.
“Silence!” Amondsham held up his large hand. “Were my life not indebted to your skills, I would have you hung for your treachery.”
“You thought us fools, did you?” The other figure spoke up, hooded cloak still hiding his features, though his voice seemed familiar.
“What treachery am I being charged with?” Reeves demanded; feeling cornered like an animal.
“Annabelle is with child… and has confessed everything to me.” Amondsham replied angrily. “Of the many times she sought your favors under the pretense of being ill.”
Reeves was stunned, but he remained silent. In his zeal to make love to as many women who desired it he had given scant attention to the fact that they might receive more than just sexual pleasure from their couplings.
“Your silence confirms your guilt, Doctor.” Amondsham nodded sourly. “But this must not be publicly known. You will remain here in confinement until I have taken measures of what to do with you. You sir, have brought shame upon my family and shall suffer the consequences.”
The other man laughed from under his hood. Reeves felt sure that it was Munro. The cad had finally got his wish. Realizing he was in quite some trouble now, he was ready to accept any punishment Amondsham had in store for him. This meant that he would no longer be allowed in Kenton Town. All that hard work wasted. He cursed his luck and wished he had refrained from succumbing to the needs of his abnormal appendage, but it was too late now, the die had been cast.
“You will be notified of your fate shortly.” Amondsham growled and turned to leave. “Only your good deeds allow me to show leniency, else your situation is quite dire indeed.”
Reeves watched the two figures leave. Roscoe handed him a chunk of bread and cheese and some water before he left. The young doctor ate in silence, pondering over his future, now that his reputation would be questioned wherever he went. He hoped that Amondsham would indeed not make this public, more so to protect the family name over his wellbeing. After a while, tired and weary, he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
When he woke up it was darker outside. The sound of the key undoing the lock must have woken him. He looked up groggily. Roscoe had returned, with another hooded figure, much smaller than the first two. Who it could be, he wondered.
“Leave us.” The rich voice commanded and the large lawman bowed and walked out of the door.
“My Lady?” Reeves uttered in wonder.
“Yes, it is I.” Annabelle whispered, pulling her hood back enough to reveal her soft, lovely face.
“What is it?” He asked in trepidation. “Are you well… I… is it…”
“For a doctor, I would have presumed more care from you.” She smiled. “But no, I do not carry… it was a mere ruse.”
“What?” He grasped hard at the bars. “Why?”
“So I may have you all to myself.” The blonde’s blue eyes gleamed lasciviously. “My foolish cousin’s antics gave me the perfect occasion to do this.”
“But Lord Amondsham… he must know…”
“Your word against mine again, my dear Bertram.” She smirked. “Father has already decided your fate. Tonight, to protect his name and mine, you and I will board a ship and take passage to the East Indies… where we have holdings in the family name. There we will reside in the Estate we own and live as master and mistress of the house, as man and wife.”
“But why the East Indies?”
“The tropical clime may serve well for my several ailments.” She laughed. “You, being a man of sciences, should well appreciate that.”
His head was spinning. Things were going beyond his control and understanding. He wasn’t prepared to leave here for anywhere, far be it to the other side of the world.
“At midnight, I will send a carriage for you…” She whispered, leaning close to the bars. “You will be taken to York, from where a ship named the Oriental Moon will embark at dawn for our faraway destination. I will be waiting for you on it.”
Reeves sat in silence long after she had left. He didn’t touch the bread and piece of ham Roscoe slipped into his cell. The minutes ticked away forming hours, until he heard the cell door being opened again. The large lawman grabbed his arm roughly and dragged him outside. It was quite dark and not a soul in sight, except for the lone driver on his carriage. The man was wearing a heavy cloak and a large hat that hid his features. The young doctor was too lost in thought to care as he stumbled into the carriage.
“On your way.” Roscoe growled as the carriage rolled on. York was many hours away - enough time for him to reflect on his past deeds and prepare his mind for the future.
After about an hour and well past the outer limits of Kenton Town, the carriage stopped. The door opened and a hooded figure swiftly entered. The carriage jerked forward again as Reeves pressed against the side, wary of this sudden intrusion.
“Rest easy, Bertie.” Her soothing voice settled his nerves as she pulled back the hood to reveal her excited face.
“Selene!” He gasped. “But what… how?”
“Bertie.” She shook her head with a sigh. “I cannot let you go.”
“But what about Annabelle… Lord Amondsham?”
“Why should you care about them… when you can have me?”
“But where shall we go?” Reeves glanced nervously into the darkness outside. “We will surely be hunted down.”
“We have several hours before they find out.” She moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. “And we shall be long gone before they even find a tracker.”
The scent of her hair made him close his eyes and sigh. He put his arm around her, holding her close.
“But where shall we go?” He asked worriedly. “And what of the driver?”
“He is coming with us… he is trustworthy.” She kissed his chin. “You know him well.”
“Styrice?” He said; the relief evident in his voice.
“Aye and I have booked passage for us on a ship, leaving from a fishing port up north.” She nuzzled his neck. “We shall be sailing by the evening tide on the morrow.”
“Sailing to where?”
“To freedom… to a brave new world far west of here.” She breathed into his ear. “A land of New Hope.”
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Story Eleven
“If you would keep up with the hull work, then I might just get you there alive,” the star ship’s commander said. “We are only a few months away. Let
’s step it up.”
Dole eyed Commander Stern and counted to ten inside his head before he answered. It didn’t help much. They had been on the ship for three years. The stink of the animals in the cargo shelters was wafting through the ventilation system and they couldn’t filter the smell out anymore.
Three years was fast when you considered the vastness of space and the actual distance between Earth’s solar system and this uninhabited yet habitable world where they would live out their lives.
He tried to remind himself that in three months he would never see Commander Stern or most anyone else from Earth ever again. He also tried to remind himself that as soon as Dole, his wife Constance, and the other settlers were dropped off he’d be plenty busy welding habitats and structures for the farmers and ranchers. Stern would fly out to one of the outer worlds to mine isotopes for a few months and then he had three more long years back to Earth.
That helped a little.
“It’s a big ship,” Dole said. “It takes a while to track down a scratch from a meteor.”
Stern swallowed and looked away. “One of those scratches could breach the hull and threaten the life of your wife and your community.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Dole said with the heat returning to his blood after he just got through cooling it. “I’m out there alone every day dealing with it.”
Stern narrowed his eyes. “Speak plainly, citizen.”
“I think I just did … sir.”
“Tell me what you really mean by that just so I’m clear on your issue.”
Dole swallowed and said, “I walk the hull welding it back shut day after day. I’ve done the job for three years. If I wasn’t doing the job, we probably wouldn’t be here. So, I got it without you explaining it to me like I’m not the most experienced person onboard with this that you’ve got.”
“Oh, I see.” Stern raised his eyebrows and nodded his head.
Dole could smell the cow shit through the vents and he did not like the pompous look on the commander’s face. His blood boiled a little hotter and he started talking again even though his brain, using Constance’s voice, was telling him to stop. “Once you don’t have me anymore, you’ll have to see how well you can do with one of your officers or do it yourself for once.”
“I do see now.” Stern nodded. “I used to do exterior work before I moved up the ranks. I could do it myself, but I have a job. Everyone onboard does their part. You handle the hull so my people can focus on other things.”
“I’m well aware, Commander. You could do, but you don’t. Understood.”
Stern laughed and took a few steps away. He turned back to face Dole. “I got you, citizen. I know every inch of this ship like a lover’s body and I’ve had more than a few ships and lovers in my time.”
“Bully for you, boss.” Dole rolled his eyes. Constance’s voice had gone silent in his head. Even his wife’s imaginary voice wanted no part of this argument.
“If you were willing to learn, Dole, I could show you how it is done. I’ve been trying to explain the flaws in your search pattern for three years. You could learn a thing or two from me about doing a thorough job of servicing the skin.”
“Is that so?”
***
“It is in fact.”
“Again, I think I am doing well enough to get the job done.”
Stern shook his head. “If this is your idea of good enough, I feel sorry for your wife.”
Dole took a step toward Stern. Stern stood his ground and waited. Stern was a head taller than Dole. His chest was broader and his uniform showed more defined muscle. Being in zero gravity outside the ship so often had robbed Dole of some of his definition. He had a gut forming too. Dole still had dark hair, but Stern’s silver hair over his chiseled jaw line gave him a rugged look that probably helped him win his lovers and his ship.
“What do you mean by that, Stern?”
“If you are this careless with the ship, I just hope for Constance’s sake that you are more precise when you fuck.”
“Fuck you, Stern. Leave her out of this.”
Stern pointed at Dole. “We are all in the same ship. Everyone is involved in what we are discussing. That is my point.”
“I can’t wait until we step foot on alien soil and that isn’t true anymore.”
Stern shrugged. “I’ll miss these little talks, but at least my ship will be serviced faster, huh?”
“You feel free to suit up and show me how it is done,” Dole said.
“You want me to show you how to do your job, Dole? I can do that.”
Dole stared at Stern and his sneer turned into a smile. “Care to make it interesting?”
Stern pointed at Dole’s belly. “You want double rations, if you find the crack and fill it first? Is that it?”
“Bigger.”
“You want me to get you laid?”
Dole took a step back. “What? I’m married.”
“So was I.” Stern laughed. “If you find the crack and fill it before I can, you get to fill Lt. Spence’s cracks.”
“What?” Dole held up his hands. “Skyler? What are you talking about?”
Stern shrugged. “You know another Lt. Spence? Yes, Skyler Spence. All tits and ass. She lost a bet to me earlier and owes me two more pokes. She’d do you once to be clear of the bet, if I offered it.”
Dole narrowed his eyes. “You’d give up two dates with Skyler Spence to try to prove me wrong?”
“I don’t think I’ll lose,” Stern said.
“What do you want from me?”
“If you lose,” Stern said. “When you lose, you follow my instructions of search patterns for the last months of our flight.”
Dole rolled his eyes. “Sounds great to me.”
“And I get a night with your wife,” Stern said.
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, you were going to take a go at Lt. Spence’s heavenly body, but you’re going to get pissed at me? Crack for crack, Dole. Fair is fair.”
“My wife would kill me.”
“Where is she going to go?”
Dole actually laughed. “Yeah, that’s my point. She’ll make me stay outside the ship for three months.”
“Well, either way, soon she will be the only pussy you get for the rest of your life unless you think there are some horny aliens on that world covered in nothing, but purple grass that we might have missed. “But possibly one more night with a trim, fit, dirty officer. Unless you know I’m right in which case you should just do it my way and be done with it.”
Dole stared Stern up and down thinking about him having his way with Skyler Spence and then imagining the same with Constance. Constance’s breasts were not as large as Lt. Spence’s, but Dole’s wife was thick in all the right places. Artificial gravity had been good to her.
“I want more,” Dole said.
***
Stern tilted his head. “I don’t have any other deals I can call on with the other female crew, Dole.”
“If I win, I’m off hull duty for the rest of the trip. One of your crew can fill the cracks for practice for the next three years.”
Stern licked his lips and sighed. “What will you do for three months?”
“Me? I’ll be recovering from my night with Skyler. Unless you know you’re getting beat.”
“You’re on, Dole. Suit up.”
They exited the airlock together. They were both toting a full cold weld kit harnessed onto their suits.
The commander spoke through the short radio in his helmet to the speakers next to Dole’s ears in his helmet. “Good luck, Dole, or I’ll be stretching your wife out where she won’t be the same again.”
“Fuck off, Stern.”
“I think I might have her meet me in the Zero G observation deck. You ever fucked in zero gravity, Dole? They’ll have to rewrite the Kama Sutra for the positions I’ve invented in there.”
“We should have brought more air filters,” Dole said.
He starte
d walking down the side of the hull with his mag boots gripping the side with each step. He expected Stern to be following him, but he looked back to see the commander walking up toward the top of the ship. Dole shook his head inside his helmet. He had already searched the top. Stern was wasting his time. Dole starting thinking about fucking Skyler Spence in zero gravity. His suit grew tighter. He thought about Stern doing the same to Constance and the jealousy mixed with the feelings of arousal. Dole walked faster to find the damage first before Stern earned the right to damage his wife all night.
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