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Every Man's Fantasy part 3 of 6
Every Man's Fantasy part 3 of 6
Becoming bright and chatty, Yuima demanding to know where Ezra planned to take her. Improvising, he suggested the low-gravity exercise hall, which Yuima enthusiastically endorsed, slowing their progress only a little by dawdling at the windows of the posh boutiques along the more salubrious Central Circle.
On the exercise deck, they donned jump-suits to float and gyrate in the rubber-padded hall. Yuima laughed and grabbed hold of Ezra to right herself after a few ambitious pirouettes left her dangling upside-down. Blaming the restrictive top-half of her jump-suit, Yuima undid the jacket and tied its arms around her waist. Now she could spin gymnastically in only trousers and bra. She did this in such apparent ignorance of its teasing effect on Ezra that he scolded himself for ever thinking that such an innocent girl could have been an 'entertainer'.
Hot and sweaty after a good workout, they had invigorating steam showers and met outside the sports hall, flushed and radiant.
If Yuima loved the low-gravity deck, she adored the Star View promenade, a walkway under a Perspex dome on the top side of the spaceport that always pointed away from Capelin, giving clear views of deep space. They paraded under a velvety heaven glistening with a billion diamond pinpricks of liquid fire. The romantic possibilities of a man, a woman and a canopy of a billion stars was not lost on Ezra, of course, but his role that night forced gentlemanly restraint on him. He was to enjoy Yuima''s company for its own sake.
Enervated by their immersion in immensity, Yuima and Ezra proceeded slowly and silently to the Star View Restaurant and ate a surprisingly good dinner for ten Galactic Pounds on Ezra's credit stick. Then, re-charged by her meal and comfortable in Ezra's company, Yuima completed her transformation into a lively and knowledgeable companion interested to know how Ezra's hyper drive motors had performed in their recent tests. Ezra was proud of his ship and happy to describe its virtues. So ended pleasant evening for, the two random strangers thrown together light-years from their mutual home.
It was time for Ezra to return to the dock and get some sleep before his big day tomorrow.
"Come on, Yuima," he said, escorting her to the pavement outside the restaurant. "I'll see you back to your hotel."
"Is the night over, then?"
"It is for me, I leave in about ten hours."
"But you haven't shown me your ship yet."
"Do you want to see it? It's not very impressive, you know."
"Ezra, I'd like to see your ship very much," Yuima assured him, facing him in a determined stance.
Ezra could not refuse.
"Then we'll go to the ship for a nightcap and, afterward, I'll put you in a taxi. Capelins docks are not a safe place to wander alone in the small hours."
They were at the docks in ten minutes and the tour of his compact and practical spaceship with its hold full of prospecting equipment took only another fifteen. Then they sat as comfortably as possible in the restricted cabin while Ezra made tea for Yuima and glass of whisky for himself.
They were silent for a minute or two, and then Yuima said "Will you tell me about your trip? You never said exactly where you're going."
Ezra had not wanted to talk about his mission in public, not knowing who might be listening; but back at his ship, the night before he left, he felt no further compunction toward secrecy.
"Have you heard of Samothea?" Ezra asked.
"Of course," Yuima averred. "It's the lost planet isn't it, the 'other Earth' on the far side of the galaxy. No one who goes there ever comes back."
"Well, that's the myth. Samothea is not on the far side of the galaxy but it's true that no one has yet come back from there. And it is the 'other Earth' in the sense that, had Samothea been successfully colonized, it would have rivaled Earth as the most life-friendly planet in the galaxy."
"Where is it?"
"Nearly two-thousand light-years away on the inner edge of our spiral arm. We cannot see its solar system from any inhabited world or spaceport because there are dust clouds in the way but its star has been photographed by probes in the last few years."
"So what happened?"
By nutbuster
Becoming bright and chatty, Yuima demanding to know where Ezra planned to take her. Improvising, he suggested the low-gravity exercise hall, which Yuima enthusiastically endorsed, slowing their progress only a little by dawdling at the windows of the posh boutiques along the more salubrious Central Circle.
On the exercise deck, they donned jump-suits to float and gyrate in the rubber-padded hall. Yuima laughed and grabbed hold of Ezra to right herself after a few ambitious pirouettes left her dangling upside-down. Blaming the restrictive top-half of her jump-suit, Yuima undid the jacket and tied its arms around her waist. Now she could spin gymnastically in only trousers and bra. She did this in such apparent ignorance of its teasing effect on Ezra that he scolded himself for ever thinking that such an innocent girl could have been an 'entertainer'.
Hot and sweaty after a good workout, they had invigorating steam showers and met outside the sports hall, flushed and radiant.
If Yuima loved the low-gravity deck, she adored the Star View promenade, a walkway under a Perspex dome on the top side of the spaceport that always pointed away from Capelin, giving clear views of deep space. They paraded under a velvety heaven glistening with a billion diamond pinpricks of liquid fire. The romantic possibilities of a man, a woman and a canopy of a billion stars was not lost on Ezra, of course, but his role that night forced gentlemanly restraint on him. He was to enjoy Yuima''s company for its own sake.
Enervated by their immersion in immensity, Yuima and Ezra proceeded slowly and silently to the Star View Restaurant and ate a surprisingly good dinner for ten Galactic Pounds on Ezra's credit stick. Then, re-charged by her meal and comfortable in Ezra's company, Yuima completed her transformation into a lively and knowledgeable companion interested to know how Ezra's hyper drive motors had performed in their recent tests. Ezra was proud of his ship and happy to describe its virtues. So ended pleasant evening for, the two random strangers thrown together light-years from their mutual home.
It was time for Ezra to return to the dock and get some sleep before his big day tomorrow.
"Come on, Yuima," he said, escorting her to the pavement outside the restaurant. "I'll see you back to your hotel."
"Is the night over, then?"
"It is for me, I leave in about ten hours."
"But you haven't shown me your ship yet."
"Do you want to see it? It's not very impressive, you know."
"Ezra, I'd like to see your ship very much," Yuima assured him, facing him in a determined stance.
Ezra could not refuse.
"Then we'll go to the ship for a nightcap and, afterward, I'll put you in a taxi. Capelins docks are not a safe place to wander alone in the small hours."
They were at the docks in ten minutes and the tour of his compact and practical spaceship with its hold full of prospecting equipment took only another fifteen. Then they sat as comfortably as possible in the restricted cabin while Ezra made tea for Yuima and glass of whisky for himself.
They were silent for a minute or two, and then Yuima said "Will you tell me about your trip? You never said exactly where you're going."
Ezra had not wanted to talk about his mission in public, not knowing who might be listening; but back at his ship, the night before he left, he felt no further compunction toward secrecy.
"Have you heard of Samothea?" Ezra asked.
"Of course," Yuima averred. "It's the lost planet isn't it, the 'other Earth' on the far side of the galaxy. No one who goes there ever comes back."
"Well, that's the myth. Samothea is not on the far side of the galaxy but it's true that no one has yet come back from there. And it is the 'other Earth' in the sense that, had Samothea been successfully colonized, it would have rivaled Earth as the most life-friendly planet in the galaxy."
"Where is it?"
"Nearly two-thousand light-years away on the inner edge of our spiral arm. We cannot see its solar system from any inhabited world or spaceport because there are dust clouds in the way but its star has been photographed by probes in the last few years."
"So what happened?"
By nutbuster
Published 15th Jan 2019
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