If he harboured even the remotest thought that Helgar was going to leave him to take his shower in peace, he was wrong. She rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a large yellow sponge from a bucket of hot soapy water in the corner, and set to work……
“You……. know….I….can….do….this……. for….myself…” Gasped Arron between large intakes of breath, but despite waving his arms in protest, Helgar was quite determined.
“Arme nach oben!”….She stood a head a shoulder shorter than him, but she still grabbed his wrists, and pushed them up….. Over his broad chest, and under his arms….down over his flat stomach, down each leg in turn…..and then she lathered up between his legs….smiling, and rubbing him gently…
Arron braced both hands against the walls of the makeshift shower……staring ahead…..simultaneously trying to remember both the schematic for the C208 electrical system, and humming the Marine Corps hymn. Despite the attempts to distract himself, he started to feel aroused….
“Ja, Du wirst sie zum Orgasmus bringen und ihr ein starkes Baby geben!”…..chuckled Helgar
“…From the halls of Montezuma….. to the shores of Tripoli….” he stiffly chortled….
“Steh jetzt still!” she murmured, with a giggle….
Elenor sat nervously on the bench on the front porch of her family cabin, continuously winding and unwinding a loose piece of woolen thread from her sleeve around her index finger. Her parents were at the evening council meeting, and her younger sister was still helping with chores. Word has been sent earlier that Madaline was coming over to see her, which she knew only meant one thing. In the absence of any meaningful distractions, she waited alone in the fading, with just the company of chirping crickets.
She saw Madaline walking over out of the twilight, and the knot in the pit of her stomach tightened. Trying to hide her rapid breathing and the pounding in her ears, she greeted Madaline as she sat down on the bench next to her.
….”He’s hear”, she said simply, and put a motherly arm over her shoulders.
“Is…..he…..” she stammered Elenor, looking down at the deck before her feet….
“Yes”, smiled Madaline, pulling her closer and kissing her head, “Very kind, and very handsome”,
“Will…..will it hurt?” she whispered quietly.
“No!” softly laughed Madaline, “Well, maybe just a little at first,…..but not in a way that you won’t mind remembering”…….they sat still together for a moment…watching the stars, and listing to the sounds of the prairie night, as a blizzard of emotions surged through Elenor’s young body……. Anticipation, apprehension, fear, excitement……
After a while, Madaline slowly rose to her feet, and gently took Elenor by the hand,
“It’s time…..” she said.
Elenor sat on the edge of the large antique wooden bed, running her fingers over the interatically quilted pattern. She had given her an exquisite crochet gown to wear, that started at her shoulders and ended just below her hips…both traditional, and beautifully sexy at the same time. Helgar sat behind her, taking handfuls of her hair as she stroked them down with a large wooden brush….
“Achtundneunzig……neunundneunzig…….hundert”, she counted.
Helgar then took a deep breath, stood up, and kissed the young girl on the cheek…
“Du bist so hübsch”…..she said with a tear in her eye…..and quietly left the room.
Elenor had seen this room before…..the log walls….the large oak bed….exquisite quilt…..plain wooden night stands with traditional oil lamps……patterned bowl, and plain white jug of water…. Only, she had seen it from the far corner by the door. From behind the witness window. A surreptitiously carved slot, currently hidden by a small sliding wooden panel, that could only be moved from the outside.. Invisible unless you knew where to look. No one was there right now…it was closed. But she knew that Madaline would be watching, and another one of the girls…probably her little sister….
Should she stand?….Should she sit?……..Her heart pounding again……
Arron sat out on the bench, quietly watching the cooling night, having enjoyed a hot, steaming bowl of what he believed to be a kind of goulash with boiled potatoes. A glass of water on the side. Plain it may have been, but it was tasty and filling.
He was wearing his spare t-shirt and cargo pants from his overnight pack; the others having been bundled away by the German broad, presumably to be laundered….He had visions of her taking them down to the river and bashing them with a rock…
Madaline came out onto the deck, nodded, and sat beside him.
“Arron”, she said softly, “There is something that we need from you”,
“…K..” he replied curiously….
“Your seed”………
…..There was a long silence….
“What??!!!”……..
“There is a girl upstairs, waiting. She has been prepared, and she is expecting you……Your genes will be bringing renewed life to this colony……”