then, Dr. Linda I assume you believe me now and trust me when I tell you that if you have a clinic cat or anything else with four legs running around free in this clinic, its life is in danger … no it’s dead unless you put it in a cage.”
Not taking her eyes from Adamonde, “Why … oh shit, never mind. There’s nothing running around free, everything’s in cages in the back.”
Jonathan said, “Can we pull the shades? I don’t want any innocent eyes seeing her in the altogether and in about thirty seconds that’s the way she’ll be. She’s tolerated her clothes about as long as I’ve seen her tolerate them.” Linda was looking cornered so he continued rather weakly, “Please relax, Linda, she doesn’t have any spines, well she does but they’re in her heels, but she’s beautiful and friendly, except to cats … damn, don’t worry, please. You’re the reason we’re here. I want you to get to know her and help me find out where she came from.”
Adamonde pulled off her wig, and in several deft movements she was completely nude. Linda turned away as if to give her privacy. He said, “You needn’t look away. You better get used to it. She’s just as liable to strip me while we’re here … or you. Anyway this is where I show you the unusual things about her, okay?” He went to close the blinds over the three windows, while Linda and Adamonde got better acquainted.
Linda stared at Adamonde’s body and slowly got used to her physique. She said, “Well it doesn’t take an Einstein to see she has four breasts. I wish mine were so nice; the big ones, not the little ones. Her belly button is in the wrong place, pardon Adamonde, a different place, and she has absolutely no hair, unless it’s microscopic.” She and Adamonde continued to hold hands and Adamonde started to fluctuate her irises. Linda said, “She can move her irises and … holy shit she moves her eyes independently.” Then Linda started laughing; Adamonde had crossed her eyes and smiled. She was trying to make Linda feel more comfortable and she’d succeeded.
Linda wiped her nose with a tissue in her right hand, but continued to hold Adamonde’s right hand with her left. She asked what else was different about Adamonde. Jonathan told her about her tongue, which she held out for Linda to see; about her ears, which had shallow tympanic membranes and about her spikes, which she demonstrated, but would not let Linda inspect. Jonathan informed her about the poison.
Linda moved to a leather desk chair and contemplated her mental position, with Adamonde still holding her hand. Linda was quiet a moment, then got a strange embarrassed look on her face, giggled and asked, “How about her vagina? She leads me to believe you said hers is different, and she wants to see mine; all of me actually.”
“Oh hell yes, she can pull me in erect or not and soon have me at attention. It has strong peristalsis; I think you’d call it retrograde. Also she doesn’t urinate. She defecates in long strings about as big as my middle finger and it’s streaked with white urates. I had to teach her to wipe and flush, but hell it’s easy when she’s latched onto me half the time, and naked as a jaybird and intelligent as any human. I found her on a … never mind Linda, I’m just glad you can see her too. I thought for a while I was insane and she was just a sexy figment of my imagination.” He paused, smiled and continued, “I hadn’t been with a woman since my wife died and Adamonde took advantage of me.”
Adamonde tinkled and jumped from Linda to him, then up on him like she loved to do, kissed him passionately, turned her head toward Linda and smiled with her irises fluctuating wildly. When she turned back to look at Jonathan he said, “Oh shit, my baby is getting turned on and there’s no turning her off Linda. You might want to go in the bathroom for a few minutes or so.”
Linda said, “I can’t, she wants me to stay, and frankly this is better than any “R” rated science fiction movie I’ve ever seen. Look, you wanted me to see her and this is part of her. Let me enjoy it for crying out loud. Where is that wonderful smell of cinnamon coming from?”
A chagrined Jonathan said, “Oh krikey”, as Adamonde stripped his pants down with her feet, and his shirt with her hands and his help. She reached for him, inserted his lengthening penis and they were off. He tried to shed his pants from the tops of his shoes, and heard Linda’s voice or mind say, “Sit down and I’ll take them off.” He did and she did, all the while watching Adamonde writhe in ecstasy and exude that wonderful smell. Just before Jonathan climaxed he glanced behind Adamonde and there sat Linda, buck naked with her head thrown back, legs over her chair arms, and both hands between her legs. His last independent thoughts before a climaxing and growling Adamonde came back into his mind were, “What the hell have I caused now?”
Before his wonderful partner came back to her senses he vaguely remembered Linda screaming in her release as Adamonde thundered in hers. Adamonde was always absent from his mind when they made love. Could it be she and Linda were mentally connected for that precise moment, and what were the variables it would foretell?
He was embarrassed to say anything to Linda as Adamonde and he gradually became one intellect again, but Adamonde said it for him. She turned to Linda, chirped, chimed, smiled and blew out a big breath of air. Linda smiled and said, “Man oh man, I agree, how-is-that-possible? I’ve never done that; would never even think it. Do you think she’s like a cathartic that removes our inhibitions perceptually, or even spiritually? Shit, I wanted to jump your bones right along with her. You’re lucky you don’t’ have two penises.” Adamonde giggled and chimed and Linda laughed out loud. Jonathan was a little scared, but Adamonde missed it.
Linda interrupted his misgivings with a strange detached rambling logic, “I think we should take some blood at a minimum, and I’d love to check out that poison on her barbs, plus I’d like to do a fecal if you could bring me some. She has traits … you have traits of reptiles and birds, Adamonde. They’re both beautiful species of animals on our planet, and your world too now, I guess. I sure wish I knew where you came from.” Linda, still nude, but apparently chilly or embarrassed, donned a long lab coat, leaving it partially unbuttoned. She puttered around her laboratory talking to them both. She stared at them, seemed to get her bearings again, turned and asked Adamonde if she knew where she came from. The Earthlings were both shaken when she nodded her head.
Adamonde went to Linda’s desk and secured a piece of typing paper and a pen. She put the paper down on a work surface of the lab and drew a perfect rendition of a tubular Mobius Band. She pointed at Linda and Jonathan and made a point on the tube. She pointed at herself and made a point on the same lateral plane, but on the opposite side of the tube. She smiled and squeaked her pride at their understanding; she came from another universe or dimension.
To dispel any doubt, she made another dot on the Mobius far from the previous two and distorted her face into a grimace. Then she pointed to her dot and at herself; pointed at Earth’s dot and toward Jonathan and Linda. When she pointed to the distant dot she mimicked the sound of an explosion and used her hands and arms to emphasize an exploding planet. They both felt a loss when she transferred the emotion. Then both partially naked other people in the room exclaimed “Another galaxy; she came from another galaxy!” Jonathan asked, “Baby, what happened to the other planet?”
Adamonde looked at the floor and whispered, “Gohhnne, haall gohhnne!”
“Well, how many planets are left in their galaxy which the beings could have gone to?”
Adamonde held up her two thumbs and index finger into her rendition of a zero, but didn’t utter a sound. A chill went up Jonathan’s spine, but he asked the question anyway, “Adamonde, how many other planets in your galaxy have intelligent life?”
She held up her fingers in the same manner … zero!
Jonathan could not ask the next question, so Linda took over, “Sweetie, are there any more planets in our galaxy which have intelligent life?”
Adamonde slowly shook her head and a single pink tear formed in her left eye. Linda and Jonathan decided not to ask any more galaxy questions at that time.
Linda finally subdued her own racing mind and asked, “Sweetie can I take some blood to check your species? It may hurt a little, but not much if I rub with alcohol. When Adamonde