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“Will you help, Brekk? Are you busy tomorrow? The mayor had a tip on an abandoned facility that might be perfect for the haunted house.”
He pauses for the longest time. So long, in fact, that I’m certain his brain is running like the galaxy’s fastest computer as he tries to figure how to extricate himself from this commitment. I’m not much of a salesman, but I’ve read a couple articles on how to close a sale.
“Terrific of you to join the team, Brekk. How about we meet here tomorrow at noon to take a drive to the abandoned meat packing plant on Terryson Road.”
Episode Two
Brekk
As we share tea in my sister Dacia’s kitchen, she asks, “Why don’t you want to go?”
While I gave her the details of the town hall meeting, I expected her firm pushback when I got around to informing her I wasn’t going to participate.
I don’t want to tell her it’s because Isabella is so attractive. She was obviously nervous as she paced back and forth at the head of the room, her high heels clicking on the floor.
I’ve never seen a human in person before and might not have even known that was her species except she mentioned Empty Penis was an Earth Holiday.
I have to admit, the name tripped me up for a few minutes until she changed it to Spooky Fun. It sounds stupid to me, but she was so passionate about how fun it was going to be, I think she even convinced the elderly Maxxion with the droopy antennae that he would enjoy being on the committee.
Mostly, I just watched her pace, noting the way her full breasts pressed against her t-shirt and her rounded ass filled out her jeans. For my decade in the service, I was seldom around females. Our military is all male.
Since I left the service a few months ago, I’ve been a hermit in Dacia’s home, trying to recover from my war wounds. I must admit, I didn’t give a thought to my aching left thigh during the entire town hall meeting. By the end of the night, I was much more consumed with my eager, aching cock.
Instead of telling Dacia I want to avoid Isabella, I inform her the project sounds frivolous and a waste of time.
“We’ve had this talk ten times since you came to live with me, big brother. You’re going to live with me, Harrid, and our adorable daughter until your thirtieth birthday. You’ve come to planet Hallion to heal.”
She pours more tea into my cup, though I’ve only taken a few sips, then continues, “You’ve had two months to lick your wounds since your stint in the military is over. Now you’re going to become part of the community. That means meeting people.”
“And I agreed to that. I wanted to meetmalepeople. We both know I need to go back to Detrovia when I turn thirty to experiencedesmoniiand find a mate.”
I don’t know how she does it, but since we were young, my sister has the ability to tip her head, look at me from beneath a lowered brow, and make me feel like I just said something idiotic.
“You’re twenty-eight years old, Brekk. Don’t tell me you’re incapable of being in the same room with a pretty female. The project sounds fun. I’m sure lots of other people will join the committee and you’ll meet lots of guys to have a drink with.”
Having a friend would be nice. If I had one, I’d be at a pub right now talking about the latest pepball game and not justifying my actions to my sister.
Her husband, Harrid, joins us in the kitchen. Evidently, he heard enough of our conversation to feel he needed to add his two credits.
“It would do you good, Brekk. Get you back out. Join the living. Your service is over. It’s time to have some fun.”
I don’t argue. I know when I’m outnumbered. It’s just that the Empty Penis Holiday doesn’t sound like fun. A building filled with spooky, blood-covered people emitting blood-curdling screams sounds a lot like the war I’ve been fighting for the last ten years.
Every male from Detrov is mandated into service from age eighteen to twenty-eight. That’s supposed to give us two years to acclimate back into Detrovian society before we turn thirty.
At some point in our thirtieth year, our body chemistry changes, anddesmoniibegins the moment we meet our enamored mate.
It tempts fate to connect with a female prior to that, becausedesmoniiis so compelling it overrides any other relationship you have. Every Detrovian male knows not to get involved with anyone beforedesmoniihits. It’s a recipe for heartbreak.
“Go on the ride with the human female tomorrow. What harm could it do?” Dacia asks.
She’s right. I’ll go with Isabella to scout a building. After that, I’ll volunteer to paint the sets or something.
“You’re right. What harm could it do?”
Episode Three
Isabella
