Into the Mystery of Life: Tetralogy

By Victoria Rose

The planet Gareth is being destroyed as three sisters prepare to leave. They agree to travel in one bodyCrystals. She takes the energy spirits of Poni and Zoe into herself, reduces her body to radio-light waves, and travels through space towards earth. Arriving via sunbeam, she materializes on the naked back of sunbathing Mac Dakota, aka Alleycatmac.

Into the Mystery of Life: Tetralogy is a four-part series in one novel. Former Navy SEAL Mac Dakota, Comanche Indian Hawk, and Sheriff Thomas Day are the chosen men who enjoy the special gifts, abilities, and unique sexual attitudes of these alien woman. After obtaining IDs, clothes, and jobs, the sisters decide to use their gifts and shape-shifting abilities to enhance their personal financial situation as well as reduce drug trafficking in their community. The three couples decide to form a crime-fighting team and take on the evil Lilith Saitan, Princess of Hell, High Priestess of Dambala.

Crystal tells us why Gareth has no government, no religions, no doctors, hospitals, crime, or jails. Zoe tells us about their education, means of exchange, extended family, and why they use hydrogen as their energy source. In other words, Into the Mystery of Life is significantly more than a simple sci-fi romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Oct 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781532009983

Book preview

Copyright © 2016 Helena Gunther.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

iUniverse

1663 Liberty Drive

Bloomington, IN 47403

www.iuniverse.com

1-800-Authors (1-800-288-4677)

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

ISBN: 978-1-5320-0999-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5320-0998-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016917769

iUniverse rev. date: 10/19/2016

Contents

Acknowledgments

Part One    Crystal Crys Rose

Prologue

Chapter 1    Sunday - April 3rd

Chapter 2    Monday– April 4th

Chapter 3    Tuesday – April 5th

Chapter 4    Wednesday – April 6th

Chapter 5    Thursday – April 7th

Chapter 6    Friday – April 8th

Chapter 7    Saturday – April 9th

Chapter 8    Sunday – April 11th

Chapter 9    Monday – April 10th

Chapter 10    Tuesday – April 12th

Chapter 11    Wednesday - April 13th

Chapter 12    Thursday – April 14th

Chapter 13    Friday – April 15th

Chapter 14    Saturday – April 16th

Part Two    Pontella Poni Rose

Chapter 15    Saturday Evening – April 16th

Chapter 16    Sunday – April 17th

Chapter 17    Monday – April 18th

Chapter 18    Tuesday – April 19th

Chapter 19    Wednesday – April 20th

Chapter 20    Thursday – April 21st

Chapter 21    Friday – April 22nd

Chapter 22    Saturday – April 23rd

Chapter 23    Sunday – April 24th

Chapter 24    Monday – April 25th

Chapter 25    Tuesday – April 26th

Chapter 26    Wednesday – April 27th

Chapter 27    Thursday – April 28th

Part Three    Zorasteria Zoe Rose

Chapter 28    Friday – April 29th

Chapter 29    Saturday – April 30th

Chapter 30    Sunday – May lst

Chapter 31    Monday – May 2nd

Chapter 32    Tuesday – May 3rd

Chapter 33    Wednesday - May 4th

Chapter 34    Thursday – May 5th

Chapter 35    Friday – May 6th

Chapter 36    Saturday – May 7th

Chapter 37    Sunday – May 8th

Chapter 38    Monday – May 9th

Chapter 39    Tuesday – May 10th

Chapter 40    Wednesday – May 11th

Chapter 41    Thursday – May 12th

Chapter 42    Saturday – May 14th

Chapter 43    Sunday – May 15th

Chapter 44    Monday – May 16th

Chapter 45    Tuesday – May 17th

Chapter 46    Wednesday – May 18th

Chapter 47    Thursday – May 19th

Chapter 48    Friday – May 20th

Chapter 49    Saturday – May 21st

Chapter 50    Sunday – May 22nd

Chapter 51    Monday – May 23rd

Chapter 52    Tuesday – May 24th

Chapter 53    Wednesday - May 25th

Chapter 54    Thursday – May 26th

Chapter 55    Friday – May 27th

Chapter 56    Saturday – May 28th

Part Four    Trust Me, the Devil Said

Chapter 57    One Year Later - Thursday - June 1st

Chapter 58    Early Saturday Evening – June 3rd

Chapter 59    Later Saturday Evening – June 3rd

Chapter 60    Very Late Saturday Night

Chapter 61    Sunday – June 4th

Chapter 62    Monday – June 5th

Chapter 63    Tuesday – June 6th

Chapter 64    Wednesday - June 7th

Chapter 65    Friday – June 9th

Chapter 66    Saturday Morning – June 10th

Chapter 67    Saturday Afternoon

Chapter 68    Monday – June 12th

Chapter 69    Monday – June 19th

Chapter 70    Wednesday – June 21st

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I nto the Mystery of Life is predominantly a work of fiction with elements of nonfiction interwoven. The fictional names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any mistakes, exaggerations, or instances of pure make-believe are entirely my fault.

A big thank you to the friends who helped edit this novel: Lynn Rose, Renee deBrnyn, Marge Jones, and Jill Wood.

PART ONE

Crystal Crys Rose

There was a young man who said though

it seems that I know that I know.

What I would like to see

is the I that knows me

when I know that I know that I know.

-Alan Watts (1915-1973)

PROLOGUE

T sunami tidal waves were the worst of the disruption, causing more death and destruction than the volcanic eruptions and ongoing earthquakes. Forests were aflame, cities and towns reduced to rubble. All immediate and extended family had perished. They were alone and on their own—Poni, Crys, and Zoe—sole survivors on planet Gareth.

Crys, we have to leave now! Poni said. "The planet’s coming apart.

I agree, but where to? asked Crys, holding her sisters’ hands.

Planet Earth, Zoe said, tears running down her cheeks. It’s the closest, similar to Gareth, and we’ve studied it for years.

And, Poni added, we’d have a better chance of surviving if we traveled in one body—yours, Crys—with our talents combined. We can solve the separation problem later.

Okay, Earth it is. There’s no time to delay. My personality will be dominant when I take your energy spirits into myself. We’ll leave immediately, take our chances with radio-light-wave travel, and hone in on the radio astronomical observatory in New Mexico. Let’s disrobe and prepare for merging.

Their little town was ablaze, embers glowing all around. Bursts of sparks soared high into the black night sky. Lightning flashed, cracked, and sizzled. Everything … moving, undulating, shifting.

The three sisters joined hands, knelt on the trembling ground, and reflected momentarily on their lost of family and home. Crys emptied her mind, drawing her sisters’ spirits into herself, one at a time. Using the evolved portion of her brain, she transformed her physical body into radio-light waves and began their journey to Earth.

CHAPTER 1

SUNDAY - April 3rd

S prawled naked across his deck lounge, plagued by the warlord of hangovers, Mac Dakota surrendered himself to the sun god Ra. Head the size of Mars, temples throbbing to his heart beat, red eyes glued shut, pain assured him he was still alive. The morning sun felt good on his back. Half asleep, half dreaming, he drifted in and out of consciousness.

In spite of yesterday’s storm, Josh’s bachelor party had gone off without a hitch. April snow storms could be gentle or vicious, last an hour or days. By evening the storm had passed, leaving the night sky a jet black canopy sprinkled with crystalline chips of white stars—a perfect night for hard liquor and soft women.

As he drifted and dreamed, Mac began to sense movement on his back. At first it felt like an increase in the warmth from the sun, and then the warmth spread, increasing in weight and mass. In distress he rolled over, and a naked woman slid off his back onto the deck.

What the hell! Where did you come from? Mac asked, still half asleep.

When he finally raised his red bleary eyes from the naked body, they met amber-brown eyes in an angel face framed by spikes of golden blonde hair. She had firm full breasts, honey-colored skin, toned muscles, and long legs. She appeared dazed and disoriented. He blinked twice, hoping she’d disappear.

I’m Crystal Rose, she said. Can you tell me where I am?

Great! Just great! Did he bring this woman home? He couldn’t remember. Did they have sex? Must have or why was she here naked on his deck? He groaned, rolled onto his stomach, and went back to sleep.

#

It had been a very long journey, but they had arrived safely, although not at their New Mexico destination. Crys looked around and decided they were probably in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.

Familiar with Earth’s languages, she heard and understood his thoughts, using Poni’s telepathic gift. He couldn’t remember bringing her home or if they’d had sex. She sensed his physical distress and decided to relieve his pain before sleeping. Kneeling beside him, she placed one hand lightly at the base of his spine and the other on top of his head until she felt a vibrating energy. With eyes closed and mind quiet, she made her analgesic connection, moving positive energy into areas of pain, drawing off the negative energy into herself. Upon disconnecting, she shook her hands to release the negative yin back into the universe.

Okay, ladies, we made it in one piece, and now I need some deep sleep. Take care of my body, and Poni, no funny business.

#

Mac awoke to the sound of a phone ringing. He knew he’d never make it and let the machine take the call. He turned over onto his back, stretched, realized he’d slept awhile, and thought it must be about noon.

He felt good, no aches or pains. Actually, he felt great, clearheaded and energized. Then he remembered his dream of the naked woman on his back. He opened his eyes, and there she was, lying face down on the deck beside him. He decided to let her sleep while he checked the machine, called Josh, and showered.

Hey, Josh, great party. How are you feeling this morning?

"Yo, Mac, it’s too early to tell. The sick bastard who thought up this rite of passage into matrimony probably sits at the right hand of Lucifer.

What’s with you, Mr. Perky? You were shit-for-brains drunk last I saw you."

I don’t know. Woke up with a terrible hangover and cotton balls in my mouth but feel great now. Must have been the nap I took outside in the sun. Say, I need to ask you about the gal I brought home last night. Do you know who I’m talking about? he asked.

I don’t know about any gal. You were so drunk we wouldn’t let you drive. Hawk slung you over his shoulder, dumped you in the back of his truck, and took you home.

Well, somehow I got me a gal here. She’s asleep naked on my deck. Maybe I got up in the middle of the night and picked her up at a bar. No, all the bars would have been closed. Maybe she followed Hawk. Well, whatever, she’s here, and now I’m going to take a shower. Catch ya later bro, he said and disconnected.

#

Mac thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of hot water streaming over his head and face, water straight from heaven. He had designed and built this unique, energy-efficient home, and one of its special features was its water collection system. He loved every odd angle and un-square aspect—organic geometry, he called it. To him the house was a living, breathing entity. He shaved in the shower, pulled a comb through his hair, and wrapped a towel around his hips.

When he went back outside, she was still asleep on the deck. What should I do? he wondered, try to wake her, let her sleep a little longer, put her on the lounge and cover her with a blanket, put her in my bed and cover her with me? Aha, the possibilities are growing and becoming more interesting.

#

Poni was on watch and listening to the man’s prurient thoughts, just as though he were speaking out loud. Earth’s environment must have enhanced her telepathic talents. She’d have to adapt, closing off unwanted voices. For now, she didn’t think Crys’s body was in any danger and would continue to listen.

#

Mac knelt beside the honey-skinned beauty and gently shook one shoulder and said, Time to wake up, my beauty. Getting no response, he shook a little harder and spoke a little louder, but still no response. Guess it’s time for Plan B, he decided, and turned her over. Definitely a natural blonde and delicious. He wasn’t going to be able get her onto the lounge or into his bed without becoming aroused. Time for a break, he decided.

He went inside the house and came out with a beer. What a gorgeous day, he thought, just look at those snow-capped mountains against that Colorado blue sky. The Rockies had everything: high rugged peaks, spectacular views, pure air, and solitude. He’d been born here and spent most of his thirty years in these mountains. He loved all the seasons: summer with its heat, grasshoppers, flies, tourists, and returning snowbirds; winter with its snow, ice, decks to shovel, roads to plow, hot crackling fires, and fleeing snowbirds. Spring and fall were his favorites. Spring muddied its way in with surprise snow showers, powdery frosts, wild flowers, and vibrant greens across the countryside—reaffirming the renewal of life. Fall cooled its way out as nighttime temperatures dropped and leaves changed color—red, yellow, orange. Thunder storms, with wicked flashes of lightning and blowing curtains of rain, scattered the falling leaves before the wind.

Let’s see, he thought, back to my little problem of getting Miss Nudie relocated without becoming too aroused. Maybe she took advantage of me while I was asleep. I wouldn’t have minded. Taking her while she sleeps wouldn’t be fair or much fun. When he picked her up, she smelled like wild flowers in the heat of summer. She’s a dancer or runner, he thought, to have such definitive muscle tone. He carried her upstairs to his bedroom, slipped her into a T-shirt, and put her to bed. Not joining her in bed was the challenge. He’d always been a randy kind of guy and liked that aspect about himself—irreducible rascality he called it, the salt in the stew of life, his intrinsic connection with humanness.

#

It was late afternoon and quiet when Crys awoke. She was rested, and it was time to check in with her sisters. Poni filled her in on the man’s behavior and erotic thoughts and hazarded a guess that Earth’s environment further enhanced their gifts. All three sisters had heightened sensory perceptions: Poni’s gifts were telepathic hearing and sight; Zoe’s, taste and smell; Crystal’s, touch and empathic healing powers. With the sisters in one body, the dominant person had full use of these gifts. If Poni was right and Earth’s environment had increased their sensory perceptions, they would have to adapt and modify their gifts.

Poni, why didn’t you wake me? Crys asked somewhat annoyed.

Crys, no harm was done and now we know how he thinks. Betting on human nature, this man is going to want to know more about you, and that gives us the advantage, Poni said in defense.

It was time to discuss what they should do next. They all agreed that the man in the house seemed to be fairly decent, despite his erotic thoughts. He had not pressed his advantage, had clothed her, and put her to bed. They felt comfortable with his basic human nature. That decided, they would see if they could manage to stay in his home until they got their bearings. At least the house was shelter from the elements, a possible source of food, and maybe someone to help them.

Ladies, what should we tell him? Crys asked. How much can we tell him … anyone? If our gifts and shapeshifting abilities were to be discovered, people would think we were witches.

Crys, I think you should say as little as possible for now, Zoe said.

Tell him your name, Poni added, but that you don’t remember anything else—why you have no clothes or how you came to be here. He knows he was drunk last night. We know he’s interested in you sexually from hearing his thoughts. What we want from him is shelter, food, clothing, and a little time—a week, maybe two. Ask him not to notify the authorities. Promise you’ll reimburse him for his help.

Okay, that sounds good, Crys said. "For now we’ll play it by ear, say as little as possible, and at the end of the week discuss this further. There may come a time when we will have to take a chance and tell him the truth. I don’t think we should ever tell anyone that we can hear their thoughts."

Crys opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a king-size bed directly beneath the ridge beam of a knotty pine ceiling. At the head of the bed was a built-in bookshelf and large window. The walls were white, the floor—wall-to-wall, forest green carpet. There was a reading chair on one side of the bed, a simple wooden dresser on the other, a desk, office chair, and paintings. The Rocky Mountains were framed by a large window at the other end of the room. When she stood up, she realized she was wearing a long T-shirt.

A Dutch door by the Rocky Mountain window opened onto a covered porch. Next to the door was a simple bathroom with a large tiled shower. In an open-railed area, a large painted disc of the Earth hung and spun slowly. Looking down into the first level, she saw a copper-tiered water fountain surrounded by green plants.

What she’d seen so far was neat and tidy and felt like a man lived here—a man who didn’t need a woman. He probably enjoyed women but preferred his solitude.

Her enhanced sense of smell could distinguish between the different toilette fragrances the man used on his body: soap, shampoo, shaving cream, aftershave, deodorant. She wondered if she would be able to distinguish his natural scent from the others. Poni had been right about possible sensory overload.

As she started down to the first level, she saw a large painting at the top of the stairs, Fancy Dancer, a single Native American Indian dancing in tribal costume. The artist had utilized intense primary colors, applied in bold strokes to give dimension and character. The dancer came to life through the swirling vibrant colors. She could almost feel the pounding rhythm, see and smell the dust flying at his feet. A yearning to dance vibrated within her body.

Hello, anyone home? she asked, but got no reply. She called out louder but still no reply. The sun was just above the mountains in the west, creating a rosy hue in the spring blue sky. She went out onto the deck and called again, Hello, anyone here? This time she got an answer.

Yo, over here. He was standing in the doorway of a circular glass building in faded blue jeans and white T-shirt, his shoulder-length hair loose around a strong face with intense blue eyes. I’ll be right in. Make yourself at home. There’s coffee in the pot, beer and sodas in the fridge, and hot water for tea. He turned and walked back into the glass building.

She thought she’d feel more comfortable talking with this man dressed in something more substantial than a T-shirt and found a black-hooded sweatshirt on a coat rack.

Mac came in through the north back door just as she was fixing herself some tea. My stars, she thought, he certainly is attractive—strong build, narrow hips, long legs, sun-streaked hair, sculpted features, steel blue eyes. He must be six foot two, maybe three, and moves like a man comfortable with himself.

He took a beer from the fridge and said, Let’s sit outside while we talk, and we can watch the sun set.

They took their drinks out to the west deck and sat quietly for a while, enjoying the unfolding twilight. As he put his half-finished beer on the table, Mac turned to look at Crys, with no readable expression in his steely blues, and said, I’m Mac Dakota. Who are you, and how did you get here with no clothes?

Holding the tea cup to keep her hands warm, she replied, "My name is Crystal Rose … I think I told you earlier. Other than that, I don’t remember much of anything. I think I’m a dancer, judging from my muscle tone and reaction to your painting at the top of the stairs. Thanks … for the use of your T-shirt and bed. I must have been exhausted."

Yes, he remembered how deeply asleep she had been, and the thought brought a twinge of warmth and tightening to his loins. He told himself this was not the time for such thoughts and brought his mind back on track. He considered the possibility that she’d been in an accident, hit her head, and somehow had found her way to his place. Maybe while drunk, he’d removed her clothes. That seemed reasonable, but where were the clothes?

Okay, Crystal Rose. I’ll accept your story … for now, he said. I think we should call the police and inquire if anyone has reported a missing person or if there were any accidents last night. You probably have family and friends searching for you.

Of course, Crys could hear his thoughts and figured now was the right time to ask for his help. Taking a deep breath and holding her cup a little tighter, she looked into his eyes and said, Mr. Dakota, I know you don’t know anything about me and probably don’t want to get involved, but please don’t call anyone just yet. Give me a week … let me to work this out for myself. At the moment I don’t know anyone but you. Please … will you help me?

Mac wasn’t one for taking on the problems of strangers, picking up stray cats or dogs, but he vaguely remembered some connection with her. Also, he didn’t know for sure whether or not his drunken state last night had anything to do with her problem.

He broke eye contact, took a sip of his beer and said, Crystal, let me think about this for a while before I answer. In the meantime, why don’t you go upstairs, take a shower, put on some clothes, and I’ll whip us up some dinner. There are sweatpants in the dresser and shirts in the closet. They’ll be big on you, but I’m sure you’ll manage. Take your time. We’ll eat in about an hour, and after dinner we can talk more.

Oh yes. Yes, of course, that sounds wonderful. The idea of a shower, hot water, clean hair, and fresh clothes sounded marvelous. She went inside, put her tea cup on the counter, and left him to his kitchen.

This was an open airy house, she thought, no walls to define rooms, very little privacy. She began her shower and heard music and singing—something about … a lost girlfriend, Gloria made him feel all right, and falling stars. She got caught up in the jazzy rhythm—a strong bass, dancing fingers over ivory keys, the soft swish on a snare drum—and let her body move to the music.

She dried her hair, ran fingers through her choppy spikes, rubbed a finger over her teeth, and rinsed her mouth. She found the closet and selected a shirt, which came to her knees. In the dresser she found T-shirts, sweatpants, jeans, and socks. She put on a pair of sweats, tied them at the waist, and rolled up the pant legs. Judging by the bouquet of aromas arising from the kitchen, dinner was ready—fish, rice, vegetables—and she was famished.

As she came down into the kitchen, Mac swept her up, held her tight against him, sang and danced to the star dance song. When the music ended, he smiled, put her down and said, Dinner’s ready.

They ate at a round, blue-tiled table between the kitchen and the sliding glass door to the west deck. It was dark now, and Crys listened as Mac did most of the talking. She learned he was a building contractor and had a small security business with a partner named Hawk. It had taken him five years to build his home with the help of his younger brother, Josh, who was getting married in two weeks to Betsy Bear, Bea for short. He stopped talking when he realized that he was telling her too much personal information, and they sat in silence as they continued to eat.

Crys asked, "Do you know anything about the artist who painted the Fancy Dancer?"

"Yes, his name is John Nieto. When he started painting—I think the story goes—he was told he had no talent and should quit. John decided to study in Paris and discovered a style of painting called Fauvism—the wild beast—adopted by artists associated with Matisse around 1906. These artists used bold colors in unusual ways. John embraced and evolved the style. He doesn’t attempt to be authentic but to show a core universal Spirit. So, you experienced the painting?"

Absolutely.

They picked up their dishes and put them in the kitchen. Mac washed and Crys dried. Basically, everything was easy to find—plates went on a two-tiered red shelf in the corner over the white-tiled counter, pots hung on hooks attached to a black metal bar, silverware went in the drawer to the right of the stove.

The kitchen was just large enough for two people to work comfortably. The white-tiled counter top and stainless steel sink were on the north side of the house with a large window in front of the sink. Beyond the window was a screened-in eating area with table and chairs and beyond that, his shop, greenhouse and round glass studio. Facing the stove, she looked into the living room over a purple-tiled counter top.

After he finished cleaning up, Mac suggested that they sit in the living room to continue their earlier discussion. He lit the fire and turned on lights. They sat on the carpet facing each other—Crys with her legs beneath her, hands folded in her lap and Mac in a lotus position, hands on his knees.

Before we begin, she said, whether you help me or not, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me today—your hospitality, clothes, bed, and the wonderful dinner.

You’re welcome, Crystal, but don’t be misled, he said, "I am not an altruistically motivated person. I’m a bit of a rascal and primarily self-serving. I like my life and solitude just as it is. During this discussion I’ll be very frank, but first let’s go over what we know about you.

We know you have no identification, no clothes, and no memory. I estimate you’re about twenty-five-years old and around five foot seven. You have amber-brown eyes and natural blonde hair. Your muscle tone would suggest that you’re a dancer, runner, or into some kind of aerobic conditioning. You have no rings or jewelry and aren’t into beauty parlors or cosmetics. You seem to be in excellent physical health and have no apparent bruises from an accident. Do you want to add anything to that?

No, I don’t think so..

You’re right, in that I don’t know much about you, but I’ve decided to help in exchange for something I want, Mac said.

To cook and clean, maybe, for the week?

No, that’s not what I want.

I can’t do much else, except … ahhh …

Yes, Crystal, I want sex … to touch and taste you for the week.

Why? she asked. "An attractive man like yourself must have many lady friends to satisfy his sexual needs."

"Yes, I have lady friends, but they tend to use their sexual favors as treats for good behavior, and I don’t always behave. I’m more of a rover, you might say, not easily trained—an alley cat at heart.

I want to be clear on what my conditions are, if I help you for the week: you’ll be available to me when and where I want you. I’m not as nice a guy as you might have thought. You might find this proposition too distasteful and that’s understandable, Mac said.

Surprisingly, Mr. Dakota, no. I do not find it distasteful. However, I think you might be disappointed with me as a sexual partner. I don’t feel that I’ve had much intimate experience with men.

I’ll take my chances, he said.

If I agree, when does the week start?

Technically, it would start tomorrow—Monday. Our agreement would be for the one week, and we’ll re-evaluate next Sunday night. I said Monday, but as I have provided food, shelter, and clothing today, I’m asking that you let me taste you tonight. I think that says it all.

Would I sleep with you in your bed?

Yes, but it’s a very large bed, if you need space.

Okay, Mr. Dakota, I agree to the deal for one week, Crys said.

He smiled, blue eyes darkening as he watched her—the baggy sweats, his shirt to her knees, bare feet, blonde spikes helter-skelter, firelight flickering across her face, eyes more amber than brown—and said, Call me Mac and take off your pants … please.

#

Crys agreed to the exchange because she and her sisters were comfortable with his basic human nature, and she was at ease with her own body—having danced and posed naked most of her life. Such an exchange would not be unusual on Gareth—morality was not defined by sexuality, but by honesty. They believed human nature was fundamentally a good thing, if allowed to flow naturally. Gareth men and women were physically very similar, with the exception that all males were hermaphrodites.

#

She took off the pants and his blood started moving, leaving little left for his brain. He brought her to the couch, sat down, and placed her hand on his arousal as he freed himself.

Oh my stars, she exclaimed, that’s quite unique. What are you going to do with it?" she asked, a bit nonplussed.

Hopefully, put it inside you, he smiled.

I’m pretty sure it won’t fit, not without some modification. Are all men this large? she asked.

I don’t know about all men; I might be a little larger than the average. Maybe you’re just a little nervous. We’ll worry about the size problem later. Right now I want to taste you.

He laid her back and began savoring—willows, summer red willows, he thought.

Rapturous sensations vibrated within and throughout her. Mac knew when she was ready, positioned himself, thrust into her, releasing upon penetration.

#

Unbelievable! he thought, a damn virgin, which makes me an asshole—an asshole who ruined her first sexual encounter and behaved irresponsibly.

He was still inside her but not all of him. Most people thought bigger is better to give more pleasure; however, it has its drawbacks. All his life he’d had to stay in control so as not to injure his partners.

When he realized she was asleep, he removed himself, checked her breathing, and just held her. He carried her upstairs to the bathroom and gently washed her and himself.

When he put her into his bed for the second time that day, her breathing was steady and her cheeks flushed. He lay down beside her, and damn, if he didn’t want her again. His libido was in the driver’s seat and out of control. He hadn’t let it drive since he was about eighteen … well, maybe twenty-three or twenty-eight, to be honest. He hoped his sexual appetite for this woman would be sated by the end of the week. He didn’t want any woman changing his wanting into needing.

#

Crys awoke in the dark but knew she was in his bed. Breathing in the male scent of him, she enjoyed the warmth of his body. He was sleeping on his side, facing away from her—his breathing, slow and steady.

Sometime today they’d have to discuss what happened to her last night, but for now, she just wanted to think about adapting herself to accommodate him. Evidently the men on Earth still had outdoor plumbing and of considerable size. The physical adaptation wouldn’t take long, but she would need him fully aroused inside her as she used her shapeshifting abilities to lengthen her vagina to protect her cervix from damage.

She placed one hand on his back, and he turned over, pulling her up against him with one arm. He was asleep but fully aroused. With one hand she managed to bring him down between her legs and slip him in as she released fluids to lubricate herself, beginning the adaptation by slowly pressing herself toward his groin until she was tight up against him.

As Mac surfaced in a dreamlike state, he found himself embedded in a woman and without thought, his hips began to move. After his release, he fell back to sleep. She uncoupled and slipped out of bed.

CHAPTER 2

MONDAY– April 4th

C rys dressed and thought a walk would be best for the privacy she wanted. She found some sandals, the front door, and went out—down the stairs to the gravel driveway. Mac’s red truck was parked under the deck.

She looked to the east—the sun was just rising. This was the beginning of their first day. She walked out the drive to the dirt road and turned back to look at the house. So much had happened yesterday that she was still somewhat disoriented. The house had three levels, not just two. There was a circular drive around two large fir trees, stairs up to the east deck and two sets of stairs up to the south deck, with a walkway connecting the south and east decks.

The house was stained a redwood color with an indigo blue roof and trim. It was situated on top of a mountain with panoramic views to the east and west. All the decks, railings, and stairs were stained dark brown. She didn’t know anything about the first level. The second level had floor-to-ceiling windows, and the entire third level, she knew, was the master bedroom.

As she scanned the vegetation around her, she recognized many as indigenous plants common to Colorado: ponderosa pines, firs, junipers, Gambel oak, and sumac. Virginia creepers climbed up lattices along with a red rose bush and a white clematis. Wild white daisies, mixed with ornamental grasses lined one side of the driveway.

She took a deep breath of cool, fresh morning air and walked down the road until she found a warm place to sit.

Good morning, ladies. You both okay? We have our first day, so let’s get a plan.

Crys, I think we’re more concerned about you this morning after last night’s sexual activities., Zoe said with concern in her voice.

It was about time, Poni laughed.

Okay, girls, let it be. Privacy—remember? It was my decision. I’m fine, and I’ve adapted myself to him so I can do the sex thing for the week. It’s not a big deal, and we got what we wanted. Poni was right about him wanting more, which worked to our advantage. So, let’s move on. How are you gals doing in there? Want to get out, catch a breath of fresh air, and stretch a little?

Sounds good to me, Poni said. I could use some space and sunshine. But, first, let’s decide what we want to do.

"Our free time will be somewhat limited today because I’ll be settling in—learning about the house, getting clothes, maybe cooking, and possibly more sex.

When he leaves, I can change into a local bird—maybe a raven or magpie—and do some exploring to get a clearer idea of where we are and what’s available. He was raised in this area and will be a good source of information. I think that’s enough for one day. Poni, do you want out for a few minutes?

That would be great, Crys, Poni said.

She closed her eyes, relaxed, and became subdominant as Poni surfaced. Crys’s body slowly morphed into a shapely woman about five foot nine with shoulder-length, brownish-black hair, same honey-colored skin, less muscle definition, and dark brown eyes.

Poni looked around. They were in the mountains with large pine and fir trees everywhere. She could smell the sweet butterscotch fragrance of the pine bark—a treat via Zoe’s gift. She heard the sounds of birds beginning their morning activities, stretched, and then sat to enjoy the feel of the warm sun on her hair and skin. They had made it to Earth; they had survived. She didn’t know how they were going to separate from Crys’s body but figured they’d find a way. Taking another deep breath, she told Crys, I’m ready to return.

I’m fine, Crys, Zoe said. I’ll take my outing later today.

#

Mac woke up alone and lay in bed thinking. Maybe he’d dreamt the whole thing: a naked blonde woman on his deck with no memory or clothes, a bargain to help in exchange for sex, and the thoughtless taking of her virginity. No, he shook his head, it was not a dream. He was still angry and disgusted with himself. He liked being a bit of a rascal but did have his own code. By those standards, he’d been way out of line.

He remembered his erotic dream about waking fully embedded in a woman. One of his better wet dreams, he thought. But, he usually didn’t have wet dreams when he was sexually active, and there were no signs of seminal discharge.

He picked up the phone and called Josh. Mornin’, bro. I need to ask you to cover for me on the job today and maybe tomorrow. Taking some personal time. Can you do that for me?

Sure, Mac, no problem. Let me know if you need any help or want more time. Did you ever solve the mystery of the naked lady in your house?

No, but I’ll tell you all about it when I see ya. Hi to Bea. Later, bro.

Mac punched another button. Yo, Hawk, I need a favor. Can you run a discreet check for me and see if a Missing Persons Report has been filed and whether there were any accidents reported Saturday night?

Sure, that’s easy. Call you later. Anything else? Hawk asked.

Nope, that’s all.

#

When Crys returned to the house, she found Mac leaning against the kitchen counter in a dark blue robe drinking coffee.

You were gone when I awoke. Where did you go? he asked.

I went for a walk down the road and sat in the sun for a while.

I’m taking the day off today to get you some clothes, stock up on groceries, and familiarize you with the house. But first, let’s have some breakfast. Coffee? Mac asked, starting to pour a cup.

Crys could sense an undercurrent of tension. They ate at the blue-tiled table, and she could hear some of his thoughts, knew he was angry but wasn’t sure why. He seemed to be in a dark mood. Maybe he’d changed his mind and no longer wanted to help. She needed to clear the air.

Mac, we should talk, she began with a warm smile. "The tension here is palpable. Are you angry about something? I hope it’s not about helping me. If it’s about the sex last night, I told you that you might be disappointed in the exchange. You’re probably accustomed to more experienced women. For myself, it was delightful—a night to remember. Words can’t describe the sensual vibrations, the intense colors, the release. I think I passed out, sorry. Sensory overload.

Maybe you’re wondering why a woman in her twenties was still a virgin. We can talk about that later, but for now, just accept that it was my decision.

Mac was stunned, unequivocally. He felt contrite, and she, she felt delight—a night to remember.

Why would a sexually innocent woman agree to have sex for a week with a stranger? he asked, sipping his coffee.

She likes his candid honesty, finds him physically appealing, and because he agreed to help, knowing nothing about her, she said, glad the tension was starting to dissipate.

I need to ask another question. Was I dreaming or did I awaken coupled with you this morning? he asked.

No, you weren’t dreaming, she said.

How did you get me aroused and inside? And why would you want to after last night?

As to how, I touched your back, you turned over already aroused, and I just slipped you in. As to why, I told you what I experienced last night, and I wanted time to adapt myself to you.

Aren’t you concerned about sexually transmitted diseases or becoming pregnant? he asked.

"Yes, I’ve thought about those things, but I’m not concerned about pregnancy. As for diseases, it’s clear now that I haven’t been with another man. I have no diseases. Unless you think you need to protect me from diseases, we won’t need to use protection. It’s my feeling that you’re usually very responsible but somehow lost control last night."

Lost control! Hell, woman, I could have seriously hurt you. I’m angry, very angry with myself this morning. That’s not how I would choose to introduce a woman to her first sexual experience.

I have no complaints. Would it ease your mind if you could show me later? she asked, finishing her coffee.

Yes, Crystal, I’d like to make it up to you, he said, relaxing somewhat.

Great, now that we’ve talked out the tension, let’s enjoy this beautiful day and do what we planned—getting me settled in.

"I’m going to town to pick up some clothes for you and groceries for the week. Looks like you take about a size seven shoe. When I get back, I’ll show you the rest of the house.

Before we start, I have one question and one request. Am I right in thinking that you don’t mind me pushing hard? And, I’d like you to tell me if I’m ever hurting you.

No, I don’t mind you pushing hard, and you didn’t hurt me. I’ll tell you in the future if you ever do.

He flashed his thousand-watt smile and said, Come here, Crystal.

Now? You want sex now? she asked, somewhat surprised.

Yes, now, he said, still smiling. When he’d finished and was able to catch his breath, he pulled her close against his chest and held her until the beating of their hearts returned to normal, kissed the top of her head, picked up his robe, and walked upstairs to shower.

#

Mac dressed and got out of the house before he changed his mind, not that he had a mind anymore. All his blood was below his waist. Man, this