“Please Mistress Jones, I will work for passage. There is no life for me here that I want. I am a Republic citizen.”
“But a Republic citizen with Homeworld status. You would be giving that up. What am I saying, you can’t come with me simply because the risk for me is great and I wouldn’t get anything out of it.”
“I work hard Mistress Jones, Once I am off world I can file for a new homeworld to be citizen of. I refuse to live here anymore”
“OK. If this conversation is going to continue, two things are going to have to happen. One, you need to drop the “mistress” thing I am just Ayn on my ship. Secondly, you need to take the hood and face wrap off. I hate not being able to see the face of the person I talk to.”
She hesitated for a few seconds to the point I raised my gun and upped the stakes.
“OK, let me be clear. Out of the box and I want you face wrap, hood and robes off. NOW!”
She got out of the box and stood up. She removed her hood and I held out my hand and took it from her throwing it aside. I did the same with her face wrap. It revealed an oval and lovely face with good cheekbones. Her hair was actually light brown and cut to her shoulders in a simple style. She stood there for a second or two letting me take in her face.
“The robes too. I am doing a security search, this is my ship.”
“This is embarrassing Mistress Jones, I mean Ayn. I am not wearing anything under my robes.”
“Is that normal for women on this planet?”
“For a married one whose husband wished her ready for sex at any time, yes.”
“You’re a widow now, screw him.”
“He never bought me any other clothes but my robes and hood.”
I sighed deeply.
“Come with me.”
I walked here into the living area of the ship. I took her to the couch and made her sit down on it. I stood in front of the chair across from the couch with the coffee table between us. I sat my gun down on the coffee table and held up my finger to indicate to her not to try anything. If she was legit, she would not even think of it. I then removed my weapons belt and sat it on the floor. This was followed by my jacket, shirt, boots, pants and panties till I was naked before her. I then picked my gun and sat down in the chair.
Suvan stood up and after working the fasteners for the robes on each shoulder she let them drop to the floor. She had not been lying as she stood there naked. I noticed two things about her. One was her skin was very pale probably from being either indoors or covered all he time. Two. There was an odd symbol on her right thigh that looked like it had been put there with a hot iron.
“One more thing, your eyes? Is that natural or what?”
“Oh, one of them is a colored contact. My husband had a fetish for women with different colored eyes.”
“He is dead. Remove it.”
She didn’t hesitate about this and the blue contact fell to the floor.
“Sit down. Let’s talk.”
Once she was seated. I laid the gun on the arm of the chair with the barrel pointed to the wall.
“OK, I am leaving planet with an expedition to do an independent survey of a world with a team. There are four staterooms on this vessel which will all have occupants. Now the life support systems of this vessel will support up to ten people and I can double bunk so that is not really the issue. I am going to have to come up with a reason why you are coming with us. Now we will not have robots except a few of the small survey kind, so having you along to push and pull might be suitable but these people already look like they would and could do that themselves. That leaves only one cover story that might work and that means you room with me.”
“Room with you?”
“My stateroom is the only one with a double bed. I would prefer that the two men on board will stay away from you. One of them is from Preston so he will probably likely guess that you leaving world and I do not know how he will react to that idea. He seems like a decent guy but you never know. He is military so I really don’t want him to chase me either. So you and I are going to be girl-girl lovers for the next month. At least that is what we will pretend to be at least.”
“Is that all?”
The answer surprised me. She must have seen it on my face because she followed it up with explanation.
“My husband had five wives. Only one of us would be in his bed at night except for the very few times that he actually wanted two of us at once. It is a lonely existence so many of us learned to love each other. The only time I genuinely have felt what many would consider to be love was in the arms of another woman. Play acting your lover will not be hard. Who knows? Maybe in a month we will not be play acting?”
This is not the answer I was expecting. I guess I had made an assumption that just because people live in a sexually repressive society outwardly that it meant people were sexually naive. Looking at it now the one group of people who would have the least sexual naiveté would be the ones who were repressed and forced into that role.
“OK, I will take you but you are going to have to work this off too. What can you do?”
After a fairly lengthy conversation in the nude with Suvan, we agreed that she might have the talents to be a good cook and steward for my passengers on this trip. By cooking for us and keeping our rooms clean we could focus more on the expedition and getting the work done for that. We would play the role of lovers to keep the others at a distance, so they might not get to close to her to find out she was on the run. In a few days, we would leave and until then Suvan would stay on board ship and out of sight. Once we were finished we got up and before I could really do much about it she came over and kissed me right on the lips.
“We’ll you might have cause to curse me before this is over. Now let’s get rid of your old clothes and your old life and get you a new one.”
We then gathered all her former clothes and took it to the door that leads to the incinerator next to the power plant and dropped them all in. As they burst into flames the smile on Suvan’s face grew.