The Space Noir Bar, Michael Marino [people reading books txt] 📗

marijuana and wonderland sweat…”So Doc, how are you?” she said with broad smile of sunshine that melted my heart and fired up my libido. Damn it was her, Winsora! I couldn’t speak. She put her arms around me and led us all to her headquarters. Halfway there she whispered in my  ear…”Hey Doc,  "Is that a mad hatter in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"

Chapter 32 - What's Up Doc?

 

I was beyond disbelief! I was thrown bound and gagged off a Detroit riverfront dock and had washed up ashore battered and bloody somewhere downriver in the past amid a pile of nostalgic debris.

 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, as puzzled as a 1st grader trying to comprehend the theory of relativity. She put her hands on her hips striking a pose of a insatiable sexual panther. Delicious hips I might add that I had held, kissed and savored in the long ago. It was Novira a real ray gun blast from a sultry sex soaked past.

 

“I’m  the Rabbit, Doc. What did you expect when you left me without even a fuck you goodbye wham bam thank you man Hallmark greeting card in New York. Think I’d wait for you forever? Life goes on, and went on asshole... even without the arrogance of Doc Yucatan.”

 

Asrini looked at both us from one to the other so fast I thought her head would start spinning like Linda Blair’s. “Wait a minute. Don’t tell me you two know each other?” she practically screamed. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Maddie had her head down and was facing away from us but could see the edge of her lip had morphed into a knowing smile. I always hated those “knowing smiles.” They stink worse than a garbage barge of psychological refuse that’s been at anchor in New York harbor in the heat of August for days left to rot until wharf rats with trenchcoats run rampant devouring the putrid remains of a few missing persons left amid the acrid floating garbage / slash / graveyard of New York’s homeless and unwanted and not missed.

 

I had met Novira (“Rabbit”) over 2O years ago. She was a newly arrived Indonesian woman who was recently divorced from a Canadian Innuit husband who had a propensity for violence.

 

She fled the border to Detroit and as she could type faster than Pee Wee Herman could come in a darkened adult theater and gave my imagination a sexual working over with a rubber hose of sensuality, I naturally hired her on the spot as my first secretary. I had just opened my own private practice along with my partner Sandoz who was a disbarred attorney. Soon Novira and I were lovers and did everything together. We were inseparable. That is until it came to talk of marriage. I was pretty strung out on drugs and barely keeping the agency alive and afloat and in no mood nor ready for a commitment and told her as much.

 

We took a red-eye to New York from Detroit one night. I, for an East Coast romp n strings attached..she with an emotional rodeo rope ready to ride me into marriage. Saddled, bridled and broken into a corral of domesticity.

That’s the night walked out of her...no, out of OUR life and into the dark of the night forever after she was sound asleep from the afterglow of sex and the head numbing effects of Soma. I thought I was free...but I never was..she was always there and would remain in my heart. Now this gentle lady stood before me in full tom-boy battle fatigues leading a revolution! She looked sexier than ever. Sweat and her intoxicating sex smell were drawing me in again.

 

Asrini was confused. I was confused. “You’re my sister,” Asrini said. “You never told me you knew Doc.” Now I was my turn to be confused “I thought you said your sister’s name was Mary Asteroid? She was kidnapped and being held. Look baby, no one could hold this prized filly down. Why the hell did you make up all this crap. If I had a grapefruit right now I’d smash it in your face!” Angry...you bet your life I was angry. I was living color livid and my blood was boiling and worse, I lost my erection!

 

Novira stepped closer, I could feel her warm breath my face as she mediated by breaking into the line of verbal fire. “Doc, calm down. After you left me I wanted to get as far away from you and Detroit as I could. My heart couldn’t stand it. So I came to Robotia to start a new life. Hell, Erotibots aren’t all bad, but I did have an affair with a married taxi driver that began one night who I met on my way to the Met. He was also from Canada so we had a lot in common. He was a real buff  Eskimo from Banff, and was as sexually hungry as a polar bear in heat.” Already I could feel my non-erect member running for cover.

 

“Yeah. I can understand that,” is said as sympathetically as I could. “But...what about all this “sister” line of crap Asrini’s been forcing down my throat? You never told me about a sister!” I was red with rage by now.

 

“Elo, and I, Elo was my husband’s name, decided to end our relationship. We weren’t  married but we did have a child..Asrini is my daughter.” She turned to Asrini and touched her cheek gently, much as she had touched mine in the past. You could feel the protons and neutrons of her love in her touch. “I didn’t want you to know you were a bastard child so brought you up as..well, your big sister telling you our parents were killed in Boston in a space shuttle collision with a drunken astronaut, a Scottish engineer named Scotty from a starship whose five year mission it was to explore space and go boldly where no man had gone before. Instead he had a few too many one night at the Roddenberry Bar in Roxbury.  At least that is what I told you. Forgive me? Please?” Asrini was stunned but I would see forgiveness flowing inside of her as she hugged her mother-sister.

I was ready to explode with questions. “Why in hell am I involved in all this..this ...bizarre family reunion?” Novira  paused and began pacing the floor. “I wanted my daughter back and safe with me. She had lwdt Robotia and had embarked on her own career with Com-Red on Retroplis as you know but along the way she met and fell in love with Vector Laslo and changed sides. She was now wanted for sedition and that means certain death by vaporization after a few weeks of torture.”

 

The pregnant pause that followed was about to explode in a pinata loaded with emotional placenta. “I had met Maddie here on Robotia and we were lovers for a time and are still friends. She recruited me when the Revolution broke out and found I had a real knack for it. So that’s the long and short of it.”

 

She mainly wanted to save Asrini and get her here safely I surmised and was correct. “Between you and Maddie would get her here away from Com-Red and I knew no harm would come to her with you two watching her back. I also needed to get the Falcon out of here and away from the Toho’s and any government that wanted to use it for power over benevolence. So Maddie planned it all out. We got in touch with Asrini through our network. She still believed I was her sister and we made up the cover story that I was kidnapped so she would not hesitate to come here. The Com-Red were close to capturing her. We told her to look up you Doc and gave her the money for your fee. Now you can return with the Falcon and Asrini if she wants to. I know she is in love Vector Laslo They really are  a perfect couple dedicated to the cause. He’s on Retropolis now in the neutral zone.”

 

It was all clear now...the fog was lifting...I was hit with an emotional 2 x 4 but was regaining my comprehension slowly decompressing as a diver in bell returning to the surface after a journey to the bottom of a deep ocean.

 

Asrini was in tears...I started tearing up as was Maddie and Novira. We were all a mess. I started laughing and crying at the same time. My love making with Rini was as sweet as it was with Novira. I felt I had been to bed  sweating up the sheets in the Paul Simon song “Mother and Child Reunion” Mother and daughter we’re sexual bookends and I still loved them both.

 

“In the morning you will return home with the Falcon which I will give you tonight but tonight we celebrate as a family. A lot of catching up to do! Maddie will go with you to help on the journey. You OK Doc, Asrini?” We both looked at each other and smiled. “Never better Novira,”  I managed, “Never better”  

Chapter 33 - Lesbians in Outer Space

 

 

Windsora was young when I met her. Hell we both were, and we both had a Jupiter sized chip on our shoulder daring each other to knock it off...but, we were in love and had our whole lives ahead of us, and both of us loved a  good scrap and fight.

 

She was barely out of her teens and as salivatingly sexy  as a beautiful Asian nymphette could be.  You know the kind, you’ve seen her in the produce aisle at the supermarket. Sexy black hair, deep brown eyes squeezing defenseless cantaloupes while you fantasize  about playing  with her melons and copping a great feel before you move on to the frozen food section pushing a cart with a broken wheel.

 

She’s  the kind who who could heat up a pair of Swedish meatballs  faster than a microwave oven set on nuke. Her sexually was subtle, but simmering,  hot lava pouring from a volcano.  She did have a rabid curiosity about politics, science and social injustice. I was only  fixated with getting her under the space blankets as much as she was wet for geo-political theory and quantum physics.

 

Our relationship was a delicious