So, it's me and hobby on assignment back to our earth base summer home. Most of Earth remapped these days but names of countries remain at least those lands resurfacing or drought resistant, that explains my cut out pics on my mac lap top-- imagining the same rich fertile lands to our current planet posts. Somehow, most of the humans fully develop their God-given gifts such as teleportation, telepathic, shielding, transformers and many more, enabling an accessible outer space endeavor and colonists survivability.
Spaceships, rockets are still in use for those of us with non transport gifts-- feelers, dream weavers (some weavers do dream themselves onto far out places) precognitives, the Snatched-- they've stolen my thoughts a few times out of mischiefs and broadcasted them interdimensionally ( the equivalent of sex tape leaks in the old days)
Luckily, twas how hobby and I met-- an intercepted live broadcasts and like a beacon, he drove right onto the ship, banging and demanding the "blueprints" to some unknown interstellar pursuit of his
Truly unforgettable meeting! He storms right into our conference area, finger points and shouts “You, you, you” he’s got this air of command in his orange beige space suit
“General Emit, good morning,” our group greets him, “how can we help you?”
WTF, I whisper to myself. The nerve of this bossy man. I’ve heard of his gazzillionaire successes and legendary status
“the three of you line up here, closer” he tells. It’s well known, one of his gifts is line formation, he reads aura and energetic signatures as mathematical equations scattered throughout a room full of people’s aura
My ship mates giggle at his confusion, Gen. Emit frowns and paces the room, clearly not solving his aura mathematical equation
He shakes head, “this isn’t precise, somethi…..” Oh, my sweet Jesus, he turns in my direction at the far end corner of the conference room. He’s got gorgeous gray eyes, eye bags and some dark circles (we both barely slept in those days)nonetheless ruggedly handsome, dark hair over 6ft tall
“Oops, oh my” I yell. By some force I’m lifted and gently slammed into his hard muscled body, and embarrassingly he starts licking my face and down to my neck, but I’m enjoying it
“who are you and what are you doing to me?” he asks in between kissing and licking me
“And what are you doing to me, general?” he holds my hands, stares into my eyes and plants soft kisses
A scene that played out interdimensionally, as a group of the Snatched sniffed the event and playfully leaked General Emit, the Lick with all of our emotions and desires
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