Immaculate Fetish

by Jamie Antonia Symonanis

  “Ok.”

  Wrap your arms around me and do not fear what you are about to feel, Valia thought as she and Greta wrapped their arms around each other. In a few moments Valia held her hands open behind Greta’s back, a glowing sphere appearing in each hand 1.3 inches in diameter. The spheres left her hands at the speed of light, careening around the room forming geometrical shapes around the twins and Jamina, until they themselves were engulfed within a sphere of light that began spinning around them filling them with the sensation of being electrocuted. When Valia told Greta it was safe for her to open her eyes, they were in the same hospital room, but the bed was now empty. “Come,” Valia said.

  She took Greta by the hand and in an instant, they were standing on a street as Jamina came walking out the door of a bar with two friends to whom she bid a good night before walking alone to get to her car. “There,” Valia said, pointing to a rusty white van parked in the middle of the block with its motor running. She smiled at Greta, “It most definitely will not be the last thing you do, but here you are, the men who did this to her.” The twins arrived inside the van undetected to the sound of male laughter.

  “Here comes one, tall and alone,” the man in the passenger seat said.

  “I hope she has some cash, credit cards are a fucking hassle,” the driver groaned. “Get ready, she is a few cars away.”

  Before Jamina reached the car behind the parked van, she was stopped dead in her tracks by the sound of loud screams emanating from the van. The sound was deafening and blood curdling, of someone in extreme pain. She ran to the other side of the street, then to her car and sped off into the night.

  In the van, the two men were suspended in mid air, each experiencing the pain and humiliation they inflicted on Jamina before their arrival at that precise point in time. The twins JTIKED the two of them to remember the pain they would be made to suffer again and again, if they ever thought of attacking another human being.

  A moment later, they were back in the hospital room, Greta staring at a man in the bed. Again she followed Valia’s instructions as the glowing spheres shot around the room forming another spinning glowing sphere, the same feeling of being electrocuted surrounding them. “Open your eyes,” Valia said after what seemed like a few seconds.

  When she did, there was a woman in the hospital bed recovering from having her appendix removed. I am speechless. Greta thought as they vanished from the room and appeared in the Pontiac parked in the hospital garage.

  “You, speechless, I don’t think so.” Valia laughed.

  “Well, aren’t we the comedian?” Greta laughed. “You are going to have to explain what just happened someday when I am not so distraught.”

  “Yes.” Valia smiled.

  “I’d go look in on mommy, but it is so late,” Greta said.

  “Let’s go home, I’m kind of tired.”

  “Let’s,” Greta said, “I’ll drive.

  Greta took control of the vehicle driving through Greenwich Village. “It is a beautiful night, but it’s going to get colder, that’s for sure,” Greta said knowing that Chicago’s weather usually got to the east coast a day later. “How about a nice hot cup of tea?”

  “Tea would be nice,” Valia replied.

  When they returned to the apartment, Greta asked if Valia could travel back in time to change the fate of her and her ship.

  “No.” was the only answer she gave.

  She took Valia by the hand to a hot bath she had already drawn as soon as she’d heard her say she was tired. They slipped into the large custom tub Greta had installed to accommodate their long bodies. She watched Valia with a smile on her face relaxing in the soothing water, eyes closed and humming a tune Greta had never heard before. “You really did get tired, I can tell,” Greta said.

  “For a member of my species to do what we did is somewhat draining, the equivalent of a member of your world running a marathon.”

  “Well you relax darling, I am going to fix us some tea and crumpets,” Greta smiled, “well, tea and cookies anyway.” She began quietly singing as she reached for a towel to dry off, “Misty world you’re calling, Misty world so pure, You approach me naked, How can I refuse, Misty world you’re in me, Misty world adored, I surrender to your gentle touch, I am yours.” Valia’s eyes were now open as she watched Greta leave the room.

  “The song you were singing while in the bathroom, it sounded magnificent being sung by you,” Valia said taking a sip of her tea, “full of passion and depth. I am impressed you remembered the melody from that day in Denver.”

  “What a nice thing to say my dear, thank you,” Greta said.

  “Let’s record it, and get it out for the world to enjoy,” Valia smiled. “We can make our own video for it.”

  “You’re wish is my command my Misty Mergina,” Greta laughed. “Are you feeling better?”

  “Yes, I am feeling quite rejuvenated.”

  “Good, because I was hoping you would have enough energy to, ahem, you know,” Greta said, her eyes moving up and down Valia’s naked body.

  “So nice of you not to take advantage of me in my earlier weakened state,” Valia giggled as she pulled Greta on top of her. The lights dimmed, the plants provided the music as they always did, and the twins made love before passing out in each other’s arms.

  Greta was awakened to the sound of the phone ringing, Valia still lying beside her under the covers. “Hello,” she answered.

  “Gretanotchka, I have just signed for a package addressed to Valia,” Krystyna said.

  “I will be right down for it my dear, thank you.”

  Greta looked over at Valia just beginning to stir. “You sure weren’t kidding when you said that takes it out of you,” she smiled. “I will be right back, something has arrived for you.”

  When Greta returned, she was carrying a rather large box with a handle at the top in one hand, and a large plate of homemade pierogi’s in the other, a gift from Krystyna.

  “Did you buy me a hat, aw, you shouldn’t have,” Greta said to a refreshed but sleepy looking Valia.

  “I didn’t, but I can take you shopping for hats today if you like,” Valia said holding her arms out as she sat down on the couch. Greta placed the box on the floor in front of her, looking at Valia wide eyed, who just returned the glance and laughed. “Is there coffee?”

  “There will be shortly,” Greta replied. She placed the dish of pierogi’s in the fridge and put a pot of coffee on before returning to the living room. “Ok, I am ready to watch you open your package of mystery and surprise me.” “What are their names going to be?”

  “No pulling the wool over your eyes,” Valia laughed, “did I get that right?”

  “Dah!”

  “This is Eza and Zofia, and they are going to be an invaluable addition to the string section,” Valia said.

  “Hello ladies,” Greta smiled, “a better home you could not find.”

  So we’ve heard, thank you Greta, the matching plants replied.

  “How about that coffee?” Greta asked. “Would you like some breakfast?”

  “Just coffee, thank you.”

  Greta returned with coffee and toast. “Will they get very large?” she asked.

  “Oh my no, only about 37.63 inches in length,” Valia replied.

  Just then Greta’s cel rang, a huge smile appearing on her face as she looked at the caller i.d. “Hello and welcome to My Misty World, how can I be of assistance?” she answered.

  “Can you please tell Greta Garbova that Jamina called, thanks, bye,” Jamina replied.

  “W w wait, Jamina, it’s me, don’t hang up,” Greta shouted. She could hear giggling on the other end. “Oh you.”

  “Greta, you just get sexier and more beautiful each time I hear you,” Jamina said. “How are you, how is dear Valia?”

  “We’re ok, how are you, where are you?” Greta replied.

  “I am in Philadelphia for a few days, and we were thinking of shooting over to New York to do some Christ
mas shopping, hence this call to see if you are going to be around, I would love to see the two of you again.”

  “I will make arrangements for a room for you at the Chelsea my treat,” Greta said, “stay overnight at least, enjoy the Chelsea experience, ok?”

  “Ok, will call you tomorrow when we hit town,” Jamina replied.

  “Fabulous, can’t tell you just how good it is to hear your voice,” Greta said, “see you tomorrow.”

  When she hung the phone up Greta walked over to Valia and bent over the couch to kiss her. “Thank you again for the phone call I just took,” she said.

  “Take the coffees and come with me,” Valia said as a thick bathrobe came floating out of the bedroom landing on her shoulders. She picked up the box and led the way down to her studio where she introduced the new members of her family to all the others in the room. “Before we do anything else today, I would love to record the song you wrote that I heard you singing last night,” Valia said. “Is this a good time?”

  “Yes, now would be a good time,” Greta replied, the familiar sounds of an orchestra tuning up beginning to softly fill the room. She gave Valia two takes to work on in private with her babies. When she played back what she’d recorded, Greta seemed doubly shocked that she sounded so good, and that she thought it did not sound like her at all.

  “How do people get used to hearing themselves when they’ve been recorded?” Greta asked.

  “I could JTIK you,” Valia grinned.

  “Oh no, that’s ok, I’ll get used to it,” Greta grinned back. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

  “I am coming up too, I will do some mixing later.”

  The phone rang as Greta entered the kitchen. “Hello,” Valia answered.

  “Hello, Valia this is Nastya, good afternoon,” Nastya replied.

  “Hello and good afternoon to you,” Valia replied knowing that where she was it was well into the evening.

  “I am in Cyprus, I came here to scout locations for a shoot with Greta and yourself,” Nastya said. “I ran into a young woman who I believe owns half the island, and she showed me so many fabulous possibilities.”

  “Great, it should be a fun time when we begin our work there,” Valia grinned, catching Greta smiling at her from the kitchen.

  “It is, when Olga and I started talking about my work, she asked me to photograph her in one of her favorite places along the coast, I’ll show you the shots when I get back to New York, I am flying back tomorrow.”

  “Give us a call the day after if you would not mind, we are having friends in for the day tomorrow and I promised to take Greta shopping for hats,” Valia said.

  “Ok I will, take care,” Nastya said before hanging up.

  “What a coincidence, one of our photographers actually meeting Olga and then doing a shoot with her,” Greta grinned.

  “It truly is since I had absolutely nothing to do with it,” Valia grinned back. “Would you like to take a drive with me?”

  “I guess, where are we going?” Greta asked.

  “I need to go to Houston,” Valia replied, “I know you do not like Texas.”

  “Oh no, is it really necessary?” Greta groaned.

  “I am afraid so,” Valia replied.

  “Well I am driving there and you are running in for the lattes, deal?” Greta smiled.

  “Deal.”

  After a quick stop at Starbucks, the Pontiac vanished from the island of Manhattan. Valia had programmed the Pontiac to emit a JTIK to all around the vehicle to FORGET when it went into VIZU. It reappeared in Armand Bayou Park, rolling to a stop under some trees near the waters edge, remaining in a stealth mode to avoid detection. The twins walked into a clearing in the trees where six women from the Kickapoo tribe stood and sat on colorful blankets.

  “Ho ooaa niinesani ihkweea,” one of the women standing said. The twins returned the greeting as they became acquainted. Greta discovered that the Kickapoo were an offshoot of the Shawnee tribe. They were happy to help Valia with the task at hand that they traveled to Texas for. Valia instilled in each of them the power to execute a series of JTIKS that they would use on the vast number of oil executives in this, the Oil Capital of America. She explained how these oilmen were meeting even as they did, to discuss ways to stifle new discoveries that could make powering the planet practically free of polluting byproducts and inexpensive to produce. “Greed is their god,” she explained.

  The next hour was spent doing what girls do when they get together, girl talk. One of the women had an especially riotous sense of humor that the twins found refreshing. They asked Valia to share her techniques for bringing a human female to maximum orgasmic delight, which she joyfully offered to them. When the time came for them to part company, they gave the blanket to the twins before vanishing like the wind.

  The twins folded the blanket, placing it in the back seat, before they left the Pontiac still in stealth mode arriving at the NASA Johnson Space Center. “It is time your species got out of the space crib and started to walk,” Valia grinned.

  “One usually has to walk before they learn how to fly,” Greta said.

  They JTIKED themselves to appear different in appearance to any person or recording device that viewed them, as they made their way to the cafeteria. Once there, Valia grabbed a handful of napkins and asked if she and Greta could sit at the table where a woman was having a meal.

  Janet Norad looked around at a half empty cafeteria and answered, “No, not at all.” Janet was nothing short of a genius in her field, obsessed with quantum mechanics.

  “Is the food here any good?” Greta asked as Valia wrote on a napkin.

  “Sometimes,” Janet replied as Valia handed her the first of twelve napkins, each one solving existing theories that when pieced together, would allow mankind to finally be able to explore space in manned self propelled vehicles.

  Janet pushed her meal aside after viewing the first napkin. “I don’t suppose you can tell me how you came by this information?” she asked.

  “It is unimportant,” Valia replied, “and after today you will never see us again.” The final napkin she handed Janet had the names and contact information of Olga and Alan at Princeton. “There are forces at work in the universe that mankind has not yet dreamed of.”

  “I’ve always scribbled some of my best thoughts on a napkin,” Janet laughed.

  “What you have just received is a gift, to be guarded and kept from those that would exploit it,” Valia said. “Release it as you see fit, when you feel that it is safe to do so, but do not delay, time is running out.”

  The twins stood up and shook Janet’s hand. “Goodbye Miss Norad,” Greta said. Valia JTIKED Janet to remember what was written on the napkins in the event something happened to them.

  “See you around the Galaxy?” Janet smiled.

  Valia just smiled back at her as they left the cafeteria, disappearing from the Center and reappearing in the Pontiac with Valia in the driver’s seat.

  “Can we please get out of this state now?” Greta moaned.

  “Yes,” Valia laughed as the Pontiac took them back home, reappearing parked in their garage. “I am a little hungry.”

  “Come darling, I have pierogi’s for you Valianotchka.”

  “Mmm, pierogi’s.”

  As Greta stood above the stove heating up dinner, she could not help but wonder, in amazement, at what had transpired in just the past twenty four hours, let alone since Valia had come into her life. The world was, and would be a far better place since her arrival, but she was filled with a sense of being helpless, of wishing she had the power to change more and immediately.

  “But you do have that power,” Valia spoke softly standing beside her holding her Macbook. She held the screen up for Greta to see that the Saudi rape victim had been pardoned, and that the system that condemned her would be subject to review and change.

  Valia wiped a few tears of joy from Greta’s cheek as she read the short article.

  “Pierogi�
��s,” Greta laughed, sniffing as she did.

  “Everything that we do happens because of you, remember that,” Valia smiled.

  “Applesauce or sour cream?” Greta asked.

  “How about both?”

  “My thought exactly,” Greta grinned.

  After dinner Greta sat in with Valia during her editing session of My Misty World. She asked Greta’s advice during the session, which simply made her laugh. “You are the maestro,” she said, “I am the cook, we cannot exist without one another, I cannot cook without music, and you cannot make music unless you eat, you know cause otherwise you would wither away and well, you know.”

  “I’ll need your help with the video,” Valia said as she explained how she had been compiling visual data from plants and birds around the world, which would be superimposed under the slow moving detailed images of Greta and herself nude. After a few hours, and one trip back upstairs for a few snacks, Greta was blown away with what Valia called ‘The Misty Mix’. She even liked the way she sounded singing on the completed version.

  “Bring a copy upstairs so we can listen to it while we, ahem, shoot some video,” Greta smiled.

  “Misty implies wetness no?” Greta asked as she headed to the bathroom and filled the large tub. A number of candles around the tub and the rest of the room supplied the ambient light. Valia JTIKED a pair of video cameras to hover above them in the tub, responding to their wishes to pan in or out. When the recorded version of ‘The Misty Mix’ was over, the plants about the room provided an instrumental version of the tune, as the twins gathered enough footage of themselves for the video. When they were satisfied they had enough to work with, the cameras turned off, the twins got out of the tub and dried each other off before making their way to the living room floor to finish what they had started in the tub.

  Valia woke to a wide-eyed image of herself as Greta spoke staring at her, “I had a dream about the first time we kissed in the bathroom on the train.”

  “It was an enjoyable memory for you?” Valia asked.

  “Of course it was, but after I kissed you back you said, ‘We’d better stop, this could be detrimental to both of us’, and I was wondering what you meant by that?”