Adamonde. Benjamin Vance

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СКАЧАТЬ he saw were trees, warm greening grass and birds. They stole outside, practically nude. Not quite immediately, she looked down at her toes and used them to pull tender green grass. She looked at him with a big smile and chimed, then began to dance through the grass like a pixie. She got about 50 feet away, then zoomed back to him losing her scarf and even her wig. Milliseconds before she jumped on him feet first, she pulled down his boxer shorts with her toes and crashed them both onto the warm grass.

      In the purposeful action of falling she straddled his body; at the last second lowering them both onto the grass in a most gentle way … and growling softly in his ear. He couldn’t shade his thoughts or his growing erection from her and soon she was again grinding on his groin and chortling with ecstasy in the sunshine. The thrill of making love in the open raged within him and he climaxed with a novel moaning-growl. She stopped, looked at him intently, chimed loudly; kissed him passionately and lingered with her tongue. That hadn’t happened before either, and her thoughts became puzzling to him. She stayed close to his face looking deeply into his eyes, and affectionately formed the whispered words, “Luu …fff khyyoo!” He heard them as clear as the Queen’s English … she said, “Love you”!

      She wouldn’t allow him out of her strong peristalsis so he stood up with her latched on like a monkey again. At that point he didn’t give a damn who saw them. The warmth of the sun and the exhibitionism was making him giddy and horny and wild. Just as he began to feel firm inside her again, he heard a “meow” from somewhere to his front. It didn’t come from her, but she knew exactly where it came from, even though her back was toward the source.

      She immediately pushed him out of her passionate embrace and thoughts, flipped backward off his body and landed in a crouch facing a stray cat that was approaching them for a possible handout or was curious about her discarded wig. In an action so fast she was a visual haze, she screeched, whirled to place her feet toward the cat and extended her right barb with a pop. The stupid cat thought she was playing, stopped, meowed and casually tried to walk around her toward Jonathan. She flipped over, and during her lightening-like maneuver caught the cat’s midsection with her left barb. It screamed, tumbled and ran about fifty yards before collapsing … dead.

      Adamonde was standing in front of him, guarding; quietly screeching a warning with every exhale, even before the cat finished its running death. He couldn’t help noticing an elevated, bright red crest on the back of her neck which reached from the base of her skull to about her first double thoracic vertebrae. It was entirely new to him. He whispered warily, “Adamonde, it was just a stray cat and could have done us no harm.”

      Still scrutinizing the cat she whispered, “A-arm Jon-tathan, mee-bee!” He considered for a moment, then simply put his arms lightly around her chest, cupping available breasts and said, “Thank you, beautiful.” As she slowly flooded into his mind again, he finally realized why she abhorred clothing. He glanced downward toward her crest, it was gone, but a faint pink streak remained. Worried someone may have seen the cat debacle, he took them inside. He would dispose of the cat under the cover of darkness.

      At that point, absolutely determined to get her into everything except shoes, he intensified his attempts at alien fashion. He wasn’t immediately successful, but for several days they managed to sit in front of his computer for about an hour each day, before she got bored. With chortles, chimes and chirps, she selected several yellow and off-yellow ski tights, blouses, leotards and sexy yellow and black stockings they saw on a model. Panties and other undergarments were still out of the question, no matter how suggestive or revealing.

      As the items came in the mail over the next weeks, she would model each one and pre-sense his mind intently for any pre-verbal or nonverbal doubts or concerns. That’s when she started wearing her stockings around the house, sometimes over her yellow body with wig and sometimes just the stockings. He bought her yellow and black, net and solid, long and short; it didn’t seem to matter. She looked unbelievable with anything on her legs, and she knew it. The day she chirped to him walking down the stairs in her yellow body, short blond wig and black miniskirt, he knew they would soon pay a visit to the veterinarian.

      5.

      Jonathan was a great building designer and planner and still hoped he’d be a great architect someday. Even as he thought it, he realized some vague redemption. He’d designed a few nice buildings and homes, but nothing eclectic or Frank Lloyd Wrightish enough to be memorable. His wife encouraged him to be bold, but that wasn’t what people around his rural county wanted. They wanted standard, strongly constructed, winter-bearing structures that would endure over the ages and during all weather. He lost his business after his wife died … had sold it actually, because he just didn’t care anymore.

      He still considered himself independent; not wealthy, but free enough to entertain his guest indefinitely if it came to that. He hoped it wouldn’t. As a meticulous planner, he took notes on everything; at least he’d started taking notes again after Adamonde ... arrived. Within that reclaimed, regenerating propensity to record, there were notes to take extra clothing to the veterinarian’s office.

      He had to make sure the office had rooms which wouldn’t facilitate easy entry into a kennel or cat room and he wanted to make sure there wasn’t a “clinic cat” wandering around when they arrived. He had to be certain the veterinarian, Linda Donaldson was her name, was prepared mentally for Adamonde. He knew she wouldn’t be, and he worried about Adamonde attacking her out of jealousy, then he chastised himself for thinking Adamonde would be vindictive or jealous, but in his reality he had no clue.

      One week after he saw Adamonde in the most clothing she’d ever worn in his presence, he decided to call Linda to see if he could get an afterhours appointment. She was not an easy person to contact. He left a message to call his home; told the receptionist it was urgent. Linda called the next morning. He started by introducing himself and mentioning his dog Larry and the badger bites. She didn’t remember him until he mentioned the death of his wife. He thought it was that, but actually she’d received Larry’s file from an assistant and the file was her only recall. She asked how she could help.

      He said, “Well, this is going to be hard for you to believe, but I’ve stumbled across a possible genetic anomaly and I want to bring it in for you to assess and provide an opinion before I go to the CDC or anyone else. This anomaly will definitely surprise you and may be somewhat dangerous, so I suggest you see me after hours if at all possible.”

      Linda responded with, “I’m sorry Mr. Price, I can’t make after hours appointments except in cases of emergency. I see the last time you were here was with ‘Larry’ and that was over 18 months ago. Did you get another pet?”

      “Dr. Donaldson, you might say that, or when you see her you might not. Look, this could be a matter of National Security importance. I would not joke about this. It’s taken me two months to get this little anomaly prepared to see anyone, so I highly recommend you make an appointment and have a trusted assistant there if you don’t trust me, but you need to see this as soon as possible.”

      “Well, you really do make it sound important and urgent. Why don’t you bring in your pet about 6:00 p.m. this evening? Please understand that I charge $125 for an emergency call, plus what I have to do to start healing or for possible referral, okay?”

      “Listen Dr. Linda, when I come to the parking area, I’ll call you to make sure it’s okay to bring her in. Then I’ll drive up to your back door to be let in. I don’t want to chance anyone else seeing her.”

      “I don’t know what I’m letting myself in for Mr. Price, so it better be good.”

      “Oh, it is, it is! See you at six.”

      He turned to Adamonde, smiled at her and gave her thumbs up. She tilted her head back and forth, moved СКАЧАТЬ