You are so bad, Valia thought, I like it.
“The real work begins now that this event is history,” Greta noted.
Many of the celebrities who attended the event started getting uncontrollable cravings for Pizzeria Paradisio as well. One after another they started leaving to satisfy their hunger.
When they arrived, the pizzeria was extremely crowded already, so Greta had them serve the pizza outside. It was not long before the crowds that gathered blocked the street. Fans had followed most of the pop stars and movie stars who strolled over. Valia and Greta found the conversation they had with Sloan Mitchell to be most stimulating and informative. She was fast becoming one of the nations strongest voices for immediate change to take place, and she was from Canada.
“I don’t know what I am doing here, I never eat pizza,” the famous television star Pamela Gunderson said. “Oh hell with it, I’ll work it off.”
It was not long before the manager of the restaurant had to announce that they had run out of most of the ingredients needed to make any more pizza. “I guess we got here just I time,” Robyn said, looking at the crowd that had gathered.
“I’m stuffed,” Valia said after one slice.
“Me too,” Greta said looking puzzled, since she had only finished two thin slices and usually ate more. “Must be my new metabolism, because I still love pizza.” She gave the rest to people in the crowd who were unable to order food.
The walk back to the house found the four of them laying out plans for Greta driving them to the train, since they had to leave the next day. Robyn told them that they could stay at her aunt’s place until they left, showing them how to use the coded door locks to secure the place when coming and going. Clarissa tugged at Robyn’s arm wearing an impish grin on her face as she spoke. They retired to their own bedrooms. The sound of their bedroom door closing found Greta and Valia immediately in each other’s arms completely nude, settling into a night of intense lovemaking. At one point, they agreed to JTIK Clarissa and Robyn with what Greta called ‘The Valia Technique’, so they could experiment with reaching the new orgasmic heights that Greta was now so overwhelmingly addicted to.
Chapter 17
Museums
In the morning Greta found Valia doing yoga along with the woman on the television screen. “You’re a yoga natural,” Greta said, “good morning beautiful.”
“It is a good morning,” Valia replied, her right leg in a perfectly straight line along her body with toes pointing at the ceiling. “This one is called the zujitz,” she smiled. She moved slowly into another pose when Greta noticed that the woman on the television was following Valia’s lead.
“You’ll always have a future as a television yoga girl if you want one,” Greta giggled. She sat up and opened her Macbook from sleep. After glancing over the news briefly, noticing a few stories about the prior days events, she navigated to the New York Lottery site where she confirmed that she had indeed won eighteen million dollars on the ticket she purchased there. “Yippee, we get to head right back to New York when we are through here,” Greta shouted. “It appears I won the Lotto.”
Valia turned her head and laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”
Greta decided to call Marlene in Chicago before she disappeared for the day. “Hewwo Mommy,” Greta said.
“Greta, is that you?” Marlene asked.
She JTIKED Marlene to recognize her new voice, and she and Valia JTIKED her to believe that she had two daughters before answering. “Yes mother it’s Greta,” she said.
“How are you, how is your sister, do you need anything?” Marlene asked.
“I am fine, Valia is fine, and all we need is your love Mommy,” Greta giggled.
“How are you set for cash honey,” Marlene asked. “Your event was big news here.”
“I should be asking you if you need any money Mumsy,” Greta replied. “Mom I won the New York Lotto yesterday, so I won’t be needing any money I would imagine.”
“That is nice honey, when are you heading back to school?”
“Not sure, got to head back to New York to claim my prize so, soon I think.”
“You’re serious, you won a lottery?”
“Yep.”
“Honey, keep me posted on where you two are and how you are, promise?”
“Promise,” Greta replied before she hung up. “Love you mommy.” Greta hung up the phone and asked Valia if she liked pancakes.
“I am not sure if I like pancakes,” Valia replied.
“Come on honey, help me make some breakfast. Greta tossed her one of her extra large t-shirts, “For breakfast at least,” as she put it. She led Valia back to the kitchen where she found what she needed to create some instant pancakes. She showed Valia how to make a pot of coffee. “You have to whip it baby, and whip it good,” Greta giggled as she stirred the pancake with vigor. “Now place the bottle of syrup in the hot water, Greta likes her syrup hot,” she smiled.
Valia admitted to loving the smell of coffee before and after it was brewing. Robyn came walking into the kitchen and laughed.
“Breakfast in about ten minutes, go get your peachy lover up lover,” Greta giggled.
“Smells fab, thanks.”
Clarissa walked in wearing a bra and shorts. “Greta, I didn’t know you can cook,” she said.
“I am a fabulous cook darling, Valia is the one that cannot cook,” Greta laughed.
“I can make coffee,” Valia smiled.
“Mmmm, coffee,” Clarissa smiled.
Valia set out four cups and filled them, leaving room for cream and sugar as Greta had told her to do. They ate breakfast, then all pitched in to clean up the kitchen, before retiring to their own bathrooms to get ready to leave.
Greta and Valia went through their morning shower together and put on matching tops and cutoffs for the day. I am going to have to wash some clothes, or maybe we should just go buy new clothes, Greta thought. “I am going to wait until New York to go shopping, so I guess you can see how humans wash their clothes later.”
Valia laughed and put all the dirty clothes in a pile. “Ready when you are sis.”
They helped Clarissa and Robyn get their things to the car after another tutorial on the door locks. Valia hopped in the back seat with Robyn as Greta headed to the train station, the top still down.
“So, it is a Union Station here too huh?” Greta asked. “I bet it’s nice.
“It is not much different from what I can see,” Clarissa replied.
Greta pulled up in front where she and Valia helped them get their things out of the car. They all hugged each other offering their goodbyes.
“Clarissa,” Greta asked looking into her eyes, “if you could have any one material thing that you feel could immediately improve your life, or your love life, what would that be, and it could be more than one thing?”
“Oh, a top of the line Macbook pro would be nice,” she giggled. “My computer is a mess.” “Hmmm, for my love life, oh, I don’t know, a car like yours, a few romantic vacations, you know, things like that. Why do you ask?”
Greta simply smiled at her and kissed her on the top of her head. “Love you girlfriend, have a safe trip back, and make sure you do everything I would do,” she laughed.
“You be careful too,” Clarissa replied. “See you back in C’dale soon.”
“Well, it’s Sunday, want to just be tourists and see things?” Greta asked before starting up the car. “Some of the finest museums are here, the National Air and Space Museum would be a good place to start don’t you think?” she grinned.
“I would like that very much,” Valia replied, “but first, Starbucks.”
“Mmm, the more I become like you, the more you become like me,” Greta giggled.
Once they had their Starbucks in hand, Greta drove back across town to a spot between the Mall and the house they were staying in, since there was little to no parking at the D.C. site. “Shall we walk or?” Greta grinned stroking her thigh.
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nbsp; “I am in no hurry, let’s walk.”
She and Valia took their coffee with them and started their walk to the Museum. On the way there, Greta found out from a little bird that Rose was at a picnic in Giant City and was talking about the night Valia arrived. They quickly JTIKED her to forget the details of that night, which arrived on the wings of a bird, relayed to a tree, who issued it to Rose. Finally at the entrance, Greta paid for Valia and she and they began their tour of the museum. They heard the guards comment on how their arrival was the brightest thing to happen to them since they started working there. “Where have you been all of my life?” a teenage boy walking by with his friends asked them. “France, we are from France,” they chimed in reply, getting the crowd around them to laugh.
“Is Paris still on our itinerary?” Valia asked.
“Absolutely,” Greta giggled. “I hope you do not find these displays too primitive and boring.”
“Quite the contrary,’ Valia replied. “All life begins with baby steps.”
The most fascinating item to Greta was a triangular piece of moon rock, mounted into a display for visitors to touch, reminding her of Valia strapped around her thigh. When she touched it and closed her eyes, she could see the lunar landscape as vividly as if she was standing on it. She looked at Valia in surprise.
“Etymtiz,” Valia said quietly. “Being able to see it and experience it without actually being there.”
“Yes, I could see our blue planet from there.”
“It is such a beautiful gem from space, so worth saving,” Valia replied.
“Everything in here looks so big and old,” Greta laughed. “Want to take in the Einstein show?”
“Are you asking me out on a date movie?” Valia smiled.
“Oh you know it baby, let’s get a seat way back in the upper balcony, mmmmmm.”
A young girl of about twelve heard Greta say that to Valia, and started giggling loudly.
“Ok, there’s Cosmic Collisions, I have a feeling you do not want to see a movie about that,” Greta laughed.
“Haaaa,” Valia replied.
“How about the Infinity Express?”
“Or?”
“The Stars Tonight.”
“Infinity Express,” Valia decided. “We can go to a rooftop and see the stars tonight.”
They made their way into the show and chose the front row. The seats were designed to look up at the ceiling. When the show began, Greta found the voyage through the Milky Way Galaxy and beyond exciting, but could not stop wondering where Valia was from.
Are we there yet? Greta would ask in thought, wondering if they were any closer to where she was from.
You just passedthe exit, Valia replied as the tour took them beyond the Milky Way Galaxy.
What, are you saying you are from our own galaxy? Greta silently looked at her all bright eyed.
We do occupy space in the same galaxy.
When the show ended Greta and Valia decided to leave the museum and take a stroll in the sunlight.
“Trillions of neutrinos, amazing,” Greta said.
“Every second,” Valia laughed.
“How do you find your way home when there are so many stars in the sky?”
“Our method of space travel is very similar to the way we move from place to place over short distances.”
“It is all very confusing to me at this point in time, but I have an idea that your ship plays a huge role,” Greta said looking at her twin with a puzzled look on her face.
“Our ships are organic, they are alive so to speak, so imagine a larger, much more powerful means of moving as we do.”
“Thank you for the infant explanation,” Greta laughed. “Oh look, an exhibit about Native American Women, a fashion show, shall we?”
“Yes.”
Once inside, Valia felt overwhelmed to the point of feeling giddy. “There is an exquisite harmony these people had with what you call the spirit and physical worlds.”
“They thought the stars were gods that interacted with humans to help create that harmony,” Greta replied. “I did a high school project on the topic I will have you know, and received an A.”
“My species always interacted with stars, eventually evolving to a point of being able to travel to them,” Valia smiled.
“So who was your celestial goddess of love?”
“Deivis,” Valia replied. “She gave birth to beauty and to love. But, unlike your species who actually believed that the stars or planets were gods and goddesses, our’s were understood to be pure fiction, created by our own desire to understand and love the beauty all around us, very similar to creating a beautiful work of art”
They moved through a fashion show of various tribal gowns, made by different tribes from different eras. When they stopped at a dress created and perhaps worn by a Sioux woman, they could see her, standing in a field as if viewing a time capsule newsreel in living color. The woman looked past them as if she thought she had seen something, showing no fear. She then smiled at them, moved her hands about her and towards them in a type of embracing motion and continued with what she was doing in the field she was standing in, the tall grass swaying behind her before the image vanished.
“Ok, I don’t want to know how that was possible, but if we ever have the chance to meet Cleopatra, than you can explain,” Greta giggled. “She was beautiful, and happy, probably before the European invasion of this land.”
“She was.”
“You know, unlike the mess made of the existence of women like us by the invasion of humanity that destroyed their way of life, Native Americans not only accepted us as a separate gender, a type of two-spirit human if you will, but we were held in high esteem within the tribe and coveted because if you mated with us, you received an elevated position in the tribe,” Greta said.
“On my world, all sexuality and eroticism is neither accepted nor unaccepted, it simply is,” Valia replied.
They made their way back out into the open air and strolled towards the Capital Building, pausing at the reflecting pool. Greta looked around at the masterful planning behind everything in her nations capital, and found it impossible to come to terms with how the current excuse for a president made it into the White House, let alone how he was allowed to remain there. The ducks floating on the shallow pool of water had no complaints. There was a lot to nibble on after you all left, one of them said. Valia continued to refine Greta’s abilities. She did not know it yet, but once she learned how to tap into and control them, all of the powers inherent in Valia’s species were already within her.
Greta pulled Valia up from the grass. “With any luck, we will be on the road back to New York by midday tomorrow,” she said as they locked in a loving embrace and JTIKED the initial plans for what Greta referred to as How to be a president – 101. “You can drive.”
“Yes!” Valia grinned.
Chapter 18
The Six Lattes
Greta and Valia awoke startled and sat up in bed at precisely the same time, both of their bodies covered in sweat making their hair look like they just got out of the shower. “I had a falling dream,” Greta said, feeling winded. “It was your accident, I dreamt about your crash, but it was me, falling so fast and so far, landing in a flash of bright light.”
“I had the same dream,” Valia replied. “It was a very accurate re-enactment of my arrival, or accident as you put it. I am sorry if it disturbed you.”
“Oh, I have had a lot of worse nightmares,” Greta sighed, “like the time I was kidnapped and kept on an island with men only, not a single female on it.”
Valia giggled. “Nightmare?”
“A terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness and extreme anxiety.”
“The experience was distressing to say the least,” Valia smiled.
“It is only two a.m., are you tired?” Greta asked.
“I am wide awake.”
“Would you like some cookies and milk?” Greta grinned.<
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“Would I,” Valia asked.
“Yes, you would.”
Greta took Valia by the hand and led her to the kitchen where she poured two small glasses of milk and put some cookies on a plate. She then led the way back to the bedroom. “Robyn’s auntie has a fabulous movie collection,” Greta said. She chose one of her favorite movies to watch, Ghostbusters. She then showed Valia how to dunk her cookies in the milk to eat them. “You have to know just when to pull them out so they don’t break off and fall into the glass,” she giggled. “It’s ok to have all that cookie stuff that comes off into the milk, kind of like cookie cereal,” she laughed. “Here try,” she said dunking her cookie and offering it to Valia to taste.
“It is delicious.”
“Now you try.”
Valia dipped the cookie into the milk for the perfect amount of time to soak it without having it break off and offered it to Greta.
“Mmm,” she moaned closing her eyes and moving her head around. “Mmmore please.”
Greta watched as Valia took another cookie and deliberately held it in the milk until in broke off and filled the glass with cookie chunks.
“You are developing quite the sense of humor my dear sister,” Greta said.
“I have a good teacher,” Valia laughed.
Valia offered to help clean up the cookies and crumbs. They planned on leaving later in the day and wanted the place left as they found it. “Your world has a strange view on ghosts as you put them,” Valia said pointing at the screen still playing the Ghostbusters movie.
“My world has a strange take on just about everything,” Greta smiled.
“Come,” Valia said. The larger bathtub in the Mistress bedroom was already filling. As Greta lit some scented candles, Valia asked that she keep the water clear. “I want to be able to see every part of you.” The tub was almost large enough for Greta to float in with her newly acquired long body. She explained to Greta how she could now control things like the length of her hair and its color by willing it. “You can have it as long as you did before your change if you like.”
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