*Continuing from 2a*
“Thompson?” I asked. “The warden has a concussion, doesn´t she?”
Johansson was of a different opinion. “She told me very quietly that Thompson and one man escaped the detainment station, and Prefect Green demands some heads. Thompson´s being the most wanted one. He didn´t order that warden to be decapitated, although once he will be told she let her stay at large…”
“What do you want us to make of this information?” I inquired.
Johansson dipped his head to the chalice of fingers.
“By this day you should have a good grasp of who is a responsible one and who is a stupid scandalmonger. Trust those who are worth it. People of quality will be watching out and will do everything in their power to dignify her, to vindicate her ideally.”
Kane checked on the graphic model she constructed for her holoshow. Was she escaping to fiction, confused from reality?
“Why do you sympathize with her? Did your grandfather kill a feminist?”
Johansson answered her with sarcastic laughter.
“My grandfather wouldn´t hurt anyone outside of the family. Speaking of that, Mrs. Brunkow already knows I have a relative in the House of Experts. Thanks to him I have heard senator Thompson accusing our regime of being irrational. I thought she would find logic in the order of things, in the traditional roles explained by the training. If fellow Mayson isn´t competent to do so, then the tenets of FPA can´t prove superior. Which they must. Before it happens, she needs clear up her dissent.”
He sniffed.
“Also, if she escaped and is hiding, she must be intelligent, very cunning. She passed the test for a leader. Should have… Passed the genes. He, he, he.”
Out of VR, he spoke no word that wouldn´t be about the bliss of the polygamical harmony. Easy for him to change the topic. Variables weren’t many, but they carried a heaviness. Why has Thompson returned here? And the man who abandoned his post for her, is he an idealist, or will he succumb to the second thoughts? Would an inmate running across her spell doom for anyone, who was privy? I didn´t ask to tread in the marsh, that is the stuff for an adventurer. Attendance of Johansson enabled me to revisit the teacher´s lounge. I printed short calumny of Pignon and Woodroof as a prerequisite for continual extra classes and for calling Hamilton as their adult supervisior.
It will remain a mystery why did I ever opt for a teaching career. It shrank the scientifically-minded woman into pitiful serf of little lords and ladies crapping on her and the overblown secretary to the school. I don´t make the coffee, and I am not surveying who stays at home with a fever, but secrets I dispense.
Nothing would be sweeter than cherrypick modest joys. The joy of not being watched by Martin. The joy of not being taken forcefully. What am I supposed to do when those things occur? I have no idea, and that cuts the joy as it sprouts. I have become reprehensive towards very laughter.
That tittering of Lolle introducing her new friend at breakfast!
“Don´t talk, I should tell them apart!” Lewandowska stopped her hand in midair. “Good morning, Basma, I know who you are. Clever eyes and zest for a stranger, you are certainly Gina!”
“I am who I am, and you better be who you claim to be.”
“No promises. ” She winked at Lolle.
“That leaves me with the humane soulfulness of Sylvia…” They shook hands.
“And a stern rigidness of Roberta.”
I wanted to be somebody else again.
“People call me Larissa. Friends for life usually change it to Double L but I like it even from people who prefer the ring of it.”
Lolle heaped up her food to make room for Lewandowska. “Did you hear that, Girl B?” She tucked Basma´s hijab.
Lewandowska bitten a bun with mustard. “I suggested to her I would like nickname Lavender and she said…”
“I said nicknames are my to give,” Basma stated. “Risotto,” she added.
“Double L, the brat wants to eat you whole.”
Basma´s hand twitched.
“Don´t you want the same thing, Lolle?”
Sportswoman licked Lewandowska´s earlobe.
“That would mean your exaltation. I´m the powerful one.”
“I don´t belieeeeve yoouuu,” she stretched.
” I will demonstrate my power in two days. My mouth will be in hurry to do the good deed, and so will yours.”
I supposed I will disclose Thompson matters to Hamilton, and she will divulge Lewandowska stuff to me out of gratitude. The barter system.
Lolle´s demonstration of power could be as dangerous as Lewandowska´s vengeance oaths, but I wasn´t going to risk by giving them intrusive questions, and I and Sylvia were dismayed by the new adjustments of daily schedules. Positioning of Paladins interviews necessitated the morning mainstream education and Lovemaking. Sylvia went to Martin from the dining hall, and I joined them after the dry sperm delineation.
They stood there nude, Sylvia had her hair loose on her chest, and she was doing a little dance for the Heir, covering signs of her feminity with a faux-embarrassment and showing them with a scrupulously innocent smile. Martin´s member put on view its purple crown. But the guy picked up the mechanical replica of the same body part from the side table.
“Roberta,” Martin said cheerily. “Fucking your wife is minutes-lasting Christmas time. Thanks for lending her. You must be a happy couple. You should intensify the mating by one-half. But I don´t want to fuck you. You are sort of scary. So I said to myself, we will do the shagging centipede.”
He gave me a vomit-inducing idea of where this is going. When forced to find a shining positive spot, I welcomed the rare chance of being rough with him. I strapped the dildo on, but while I didn´t push the button yet, Martin knocked Sylvia down, her back on the table and her cute feet wedged on his shoulders.
He used a chair to kneel, and his member poked Sylvia´s pussy in a straight line. The delicious moaning of my wife brought me closer to rage than anything she has ever done because I couldn´t convince myself it was fake. I have stuck dildo deep to Martin, only peripherally taking pleasure from the buzzing and humping in my crotch. I was thrusting so hard Martin would bleed. Unfortunately, he was probably going for that. Unstably holding myself, my right calve on the bed, I could see Sylvia´s screaming face over Martin´s shoulder. I avoided that painful vision, catching her twisting side served me better. She is so screwed. If she lets her pelvis shake with joy, I will give her shakes under the hairbrush for two evenings, and maybe I will tell her to make a stingy birch from the pieces in the park.
“Sylvia, we must discuss this when she hears you,” yelled Martin. “Who actually satisfies you?” I knew the right answer, but I didn´t want to listen to what she must have responded. I withdrew from them to the happy place when I was sixteen, and I experienced love for the first time. Everybody in the high school loved Ronald, me being simply the biggest fan of Lucinda. She could stay at our house, of course, as well as sleep in my room. One night she was eating the chocolate bar, and she no longer ignored the fear-blocked wish. She took off the azure nightgown. Thanks to the lights from the neighbor’s party, I was able to see the curves of the apple-sized breasts. I ate the chocolate in exchange for a tidbit that wasn´t diminishing because of her tricky tongue…
The resonance of deep itching back then overcame my distaste, and I screwed the dildo into Martin´s ass. I deceived myself that I´m fucking Sylvia, that she moans for me. I wasn´t touching Martin´s sweaty back. I couldn´t afford to break the illusion, and his furry parts were too much similar to Bernard´s.
“I made a design for what I will wish next,” Martin yawned hedonistically, us eating plums in the bed. “You will be arguing and I will conciliate you, which will involve the rite of self-criticism…”
Sylvia was in desperate need of self-criticism. For me, it would be redundant. I self-correct as I err.
Not all agree.
Arnolph in the corridor was watching for somebody who could be only pitied.
“Brunkow.” She meant me, not the one I would wish it to.
“Madam, you want to torment the more conscious members of the dwellers.”
“How?” I had honestly not a clue, so she might ease up.
“Miss Gutiérezz had to complain to the principal himself, and now you are prolonging lessons for adequate students for the second time. You are aggravating the life of Ms. Hamilton…”
Falsely accused of the wrong crime.
“I can say these girls are cuckoo landers. They are learning, but that is because they dream about life in the escapist magical realm of their own creation. I thought we are teaching them about the state they will want to support.”
Arnolph unwinded, not losing any of her hot air.
“Ms. Hamilton is not their mother.”
“She is their role model.”
Arnolph lid the cigarette.
“Time of Zita and Barbara is precious, but you can talk to Hamilton outside of the workshop.”
“No… I… I want her to perceive the VR land. Mrs. Kane could be there to point out the beneficial side of her art.”
“Beware, don´t let them turn you into stone, Brunkow.”
“Pre-election promises for ya. Politicians say how they will curb the drifts, but they contrive the partial success, and they come to understand they are not supermen, endangering those, who helped them.”
Hamilton. She´s giving the words „excellent tits“a new meaning, and she is not above blaming the victims. It would be irksome, itching, and scratching, to debate the future of children, drinking alcohol with cartoon characters. So I was glad that vestibule of the Oasis-Masters harem, devilish djinn serving there from the bottle that served as his encasement once, was smoke and mirrors on the substantial level and the actual purpose level.
„You are talking as if she wanted the isolation,“ I told her.
Hamilton was polishing the seat of the chair by her backside. She looked more composed when an anthropomorphized ant-eater cut a piece of the iced ball of scarab dung for her.
“Jenine did the certain deed so that I would get my email exchanges. It paid off. Contacts came and some sources. We, four girls, have not many friends here. We are using those we do have to procure testimony surprising for those who thought they can´t be surprised. Jenine must have been lucky to bust out, but then, why is she holding onto bars?“
You can tell Hamilton respected Thompson rather than liked her. That could be considered attainment. Thoughtfulness was integral to her.
“Hamilton, how much do you know about Lewandowska´s intentions?”
We hadn´t PTA conversation, but Woodroof and Pignon told their maternal figure what weighs me.
“Double L envisages Green doing concessions to inmates. He is renowned for his craze, he likes to use pretty women as instruments of his will, and he adores terminating careers of men.” She didn´t let me answer. “His specialty is the softest weapon that has the same caliber as a nuke. The intelligence. Pieces of information are defined by their character, not by amount. And when you possess channel to load them into…”
Kane jiggled Hamilton´s knee.
“Lady, yes, your husband…”
“Stacey, we have never talked to each other, but Barbara speaks about you as like you were the greatest woman alive. There is one part of my studio, I haven´t shown to the girls. Final stage…” Kane went to the djinn´s bar and turned an eye-sized silver coin. Vestibule changed the castle room. The window was portraying some Europesque coast, full of hills. Our table and chairs stayed, Kane stood in the front of wardrobes and separate shelves, holding glowing orbs, plenty of them marble-small. Three, occupying space on the main desk, were just in the fitting size for bowling. Kane took a magic wand from the coat-stand and explained what they represent.
“If the record of torture is, what you are after, this is the place you can extract it from…” She stuck the wand to the orb on the left. “Past, present, and the future. In this one, we have the program already watched by the fans, foes, and villains. The right one is materials that censors – the arch-villains – opened the gate for.”
“Kane, download it,” Hamilton said.
She didn´t look confident. “I mean here you can download it. In the practice it is not manageable without Mayson or Arnolph, their fingers and eyes, throwing them to a cauldron, stir it and voilá.” Simple, and complicated, dare I say puzzling, at the same time. Equation solvable by one awesome lie. Technically, any lie people fell for can be considered awesome. Fully aware, I´m skipping a lot of Homemaking, I attained reception in Arnolph´s office.
“Enchanted by the Comic Book Gal?”, the spokeswoman asked.
“You could say so,” I responded. “Believe it or not, I was thinking. The first day of the broadcast was special. I would like to add the file to accessible VR database so it can be used by lectors for the following underage class, to scare them.”
In the virtual reality, Arnolph berated me in front of the ladies, repeating the domineering oration. “Brunkow, I´m giving you this, and you are now committed not to pick on loyal girls whare participating on the grand world. Rosenstein is making a fuss about one dysfunctional underage. Whack her ass or strap it to these machines.”
Louisa… I must make time for her.
Arnolph touched the orb, and her figure glowed, the golden shroud scanning her credentials. When it dimmed out, a floating keyhole appeared above the orb.
“The system wants to know if I don´t suspect a security leak,” Arnolph sighed. She drew the inscription, that looked like her signature on the wall and undrew the blocks like a drapery. “I must use my journal kit,” she said, and her hand moved to find a big white hand fan. She opened it and its surface overflowed with icons, about ten of them hooking on the starry rays. Arnolph pushed the lozenge symbol.
“Two lines for one password?” Hamilton asked.
“One code is true, the other triggers the silent alarm. Both are 14-characters long.” Kane came over to the spokeswoman, and her wrist passed through the fan´s white light to grip Arnolph´s fingers on the holder. “Once I´ll be at my husband´s place, I publish the graphic novel edition,” Kane said. “Your institution should get a free copy.” Arnolph didn´t offer any reaction, probably pondering about the interpretation. “I will be carrying it within. It is not like I need to copy the database for my personal use.”
Arnolph picked the lower line by the two fingers and transferred its image over the virtual air into the keyhole. Orb divided itself into eight parts like an apple on the saucer. It had visualized yellow-to-green fruit flesh. Kane placed the wand to the center and rewound the film of archived materiál freely, then ordered a download at the beginning of the whole thing. She unplugged the wand, seemingly contented with the summary of the gathered data.
“You can all thank me by never inviting me again,” Arnolph said and disconnected.
“She stops sugarcoating and suddenly proposes reasonable terms,” Hamilton noted. “Given ungratefulness abound she´ll end in a retirement home. I´ll send her my autobiography there. She will be named a source for the leaked material we obtained.”
Kane supported herself equally on me, and Hamilton.
“I didn´t download just the premiere of the broadcast.”
“What else?” I didn´t get it.
“Her journal kit! I had the cursor in my sleeve when I touched her!” She was shaking from head to toe.
“You hussy! Bloody moron of…” Hamilton was cursing, but she wasn´t raising her voice.
“I was betting on that once computers were interlinked, this download was visible in the same light as she copying the password, which is to say Arnolph legitimately multiplying the nefarious data.”
“The gains would be astronomical,” I said. Kane projected some copies of the stolen desktop. “We can´t dig through it today. Unless you can hide on the virtual sub-bottom of no less virtual sea, delete it.”
Kane opened the wardrobe and set up the book icon.
“I will save the kit as a fragment for Shieldmaidens episode. Spellbook of the High-Priestess, yeah, that´s rich. We will encrypt it with the briefer password.”
I smirked. “Odysseus. The Suitors-slaying hero.”
Warden Michelle told me dryly that seven guys have pre-ordered me for sperm release. I would like to see them crushed by the hag who is lacerating them from the inside, licking their neck and ridiculing them.
It wasn´t as if I haven´t stumbled across a long-running machination. Shabby authority all around.I didn’t desire it, but in the end, I could have strengthened their authority, to cling to it. At night, no matter how I leaned my head to Sylvia´s, I had a heavy one, and as an old meddlesome, I made it even harder. Hamilton and Kane left as soon as they walled up their account of secrets. I, unsure of the situation, stayed.
I materialized the tablet interface to see Shieldmaidens Raid data. The unsightly design submitted to the password of my proposal. It displayed Arnolph´s folders ordered by the clear-cut word “Priority” and the assigned numeral. I went for 1 where two files lolled.
Picture and video. The yellow square was entitled “Green-Contacts” and because it bore a paragraph of punctuation marks, they fell into category “look up for mediator in the neccessary case. The video lasted for fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds. It will took for milisecond before the armed fellow makes a warm bloody hole between the eyes of the person who stole this video. Consciousness, memory, person, self-awere part of the universe reduced to the motionless muscles.
Sylvia was inhaling and exhaling the low blows of the air, and I suspected she wouldn´t sleep tightly twenty-four hours later. The day´s proper events didn´t euthanize my scruples. The dinner did. Dishes of carrot porridge were smoking, the heat radiated from them, adding up to the stuffiness, hovering in the presage of the unknown ceremonial juncture. Tables were lined up, our chairs laid down by their backrests on them, and all the inmates were making the puppy eyes in the general direction of two longer desks concealed by the single tablecloth, dark as a large Brotherhood sigil, hanging now every few meters.
On one side, the female wardens were hefting their truncheons, on the other, the male ones were flexing their tongues. Paladins sat behind the desks after a ten-minute wait. Each of them looked at their other three classmates. Johansson gave them a questioning look with a pursed lower lip, a lad of Asiatic features moved slowly and had a stiff and confused expression on. Readhead had a spark of joy in the eye, and he paid the biggest attention to the inmates out of the group. Athletic type, smiling at the Johansson, sat down the fastest and hasn´t come adrift at all. Mixed feelings of theirs, not comparable to mixed feelings of victims.
Lolle was looking straight into the holoprojector, tapping her fingers in an inverted praying gesture, rejoicing almost imperceptibly.
The cubes discolored with the figural depiction of Justice. The blindfolded lady holding the scales appeared topless and mopping. Principal Mayson spoke on behalf of the statue´s idea.
“Misjudgements hurt the pride of the men,” he declared. “Nevertheless mighty became mightier by discipline, and one of its forms is to not fall into delusions of grandeur or infallibility. A wise man repels the despicable sentence.” The voice cleared its throat.”Some of the ladies here have been incarcerated groundlessly.”
If he corrected one word in his shocking exclamation, I would think the second uprising has stolen sodium thiopental.
Inmates’ jaws dropped in direct contrast to aloof Paladins. Lolle and Lewandowska didn´t seem to be staggered, they watched like people who fancied the movie they saw previously.
“Thanks to the Prefect´s amnesty, six women will be returned to their guardians,” Mayson continued.”They share the last meal with you, they will get one week-long course, and then you might bid them farewell. The names of those we want to apologize to are: Stella Varick, to live with her father in Albuquerque.”
“Yes! Christ lives and loves me, yes!” shouted one poodle haircut.
“Tahereh Huddleston, expected by her husband in Shelbyville, Kentucky.”
“I had no clue, that was possible!”
“Gina Preston, sent to her brothers in San José.”
“No way!” Gina gripped my left arm. “I was freed by the power of Uncommon law!”
Lolle pushed her, unveiling the keyboard of her teeth.
That was it? Green is willingly releasing six innocents out of hundreds to get the trust of a new informer? I wept the tears publicly. I loathed the regime´s instigators, and I despised how they see themselves. Tears of joy were reserved for Gina, Stella, and Huddleston and soon for Liu, Romanoff, and Lambert.
Mayson´s speech concluded, wardens brought dishes to Paladins, and we were allowed to eat our fill.The unstoppable water falling on the carrot porridge was dammed by the back of Sylvia´s hand and wiped by it from chin to cheek.
“Food poisoning!”, my wife claimed, and she begged the toilet break on the warden, we all being taken unawares by the whoopings of chosen lucky ladies. I toppled over the bowl. Sylvia wasn´t sparing the towel paper.
“Fake mercy!” I rasped. “It is fake, but I would kill if that meant you and I would receive it.”
Sylvia wiped a tear from my left eye and gave me another piece to blow my nose. “Roberta, be jolly it happened to anyone. Our sentence is fixed. Lesbians exist to entertain. Any mercy would befall on one member of the pair. Wanna bring something so cruel as separation?”
She took off the sweater. A transparent bra held her titties, she got accustomed to it by helping out in Weatherby´s classes, to show girls how to lose a lover´s steam. I pinned my face to them, seeing the globes and caressing the fibers was spicing. Sylvia opened her pants and guided my flabby hand to her warm spot. She lifted my ass, striping me from the waist down progressively.
Her lips were licking my tears in the manner of a happy bitch. When adults punished my little self I hated me crying but aunt Cynthie said that poisons are leaving the body with tears, and that includes naughtiness. Some day, I´ll ask Basma what does she think after her chastisement.
If you have tears of sadness and somebody takes them away, one gains something from her beloved. I have wound up the confidentiality.
“Darling, take me to your virtual class!”
Under the pretension of a future joint lesson (efficiency versus sensibleness), I visited the English virtual room. To define it as “trippy” would be a disservice. Most of the floor and the roof were comprised of hard book covers, while the building used wide yellowed pages as walls. There were interactive showcases with one big letter, which I was guessing served as a dictionary, and there hung up portraits of writers, promising the knowledge if you touched them. Grammatical phenomena had cupboards enshrined to them.
“You want to tell me something unsettling, my love?” Sylvia stripped off her virtual clothes to the tiniest bit and leaned on the recess of letter L. “Not apeing Basma. If you are short on words, list in the thesaurus.”
“All the words are right ones as long as the listener can bear what they mean.”
“Roberta, we have each other…”
“And in order, it stays that way, I´m not sure on which side we will support.”
She pulled a face. “We have been given some choice? When did that happen?”
Matter-of-factly I explicated my wife with the exploits of Hamilton, Kane, and Thompson.
She sat on her haunches, resembling a swan laying on her eggs.
“And you are thinking over if it wouldn´t be tactical to massacre them? Perhaps you hunger after fake mercy, Roberta?”
She ingested the reveal. Next to that, scandal is a quotidian occurrence.
“I have looked the data up in the Arnolph´s journal. The largest file was a video call. She was hearing from a guy, bald head in the shape of potato but in a splendid red shirt. Talking quickly and peeping over the cam as he was mucking his provider. ”
“Who isn´t some ordinary yoga instructor, is he?”, Sylvia said.
“No, darling. He named him once, and that surname unlocked the context. Cao. Cao is doing this and that.”
“Alexander Cao?” Sylvia tilted her head back and cupped my knees. “Arnolph and Mayson. Low in position, aiming high. What is Cao´s “this and that”?”
“He is scheming beyond Gilbert´s orders. Along with Neumann, they are negotiating a string of peace talks, since they visited us, starting in London and taking up their diplomacy over Europe, sometimes in Africa too. Cao frequently conducts parts other fellows are not aware of. The guy said he conditions the safe terms by the… A long list of names.”
“People he wants to dispose of?” Sylvia tried, allowing me to remain her intellectual superior.
“The other thing. They are white horses he places to the leading positions in the state enterprises. Little kings, who are ruling in his abroad empire. And he plans to become a real Princeps nonetheless.” Sylvia attempted to stand up but couldn´t. “Do they have any evidence?”
“No, Arnolph was demanding, but the guy told her even he needs a tech wizard for that.”¨
“It is information of no value,” Sylvia deduced.
I bowed so I could pat her on the shoulder. You are given a gift when you gaze at the front and back of the female form simultaneously. Shame we were using those mouths to communicate.
“This imperfect accusation is valuable if you want to immerse someone in trouble.”
“I get it,” Sylvia said dully. “You are weighing to piss and shit over selfless beings to catapult us two towards the heights of prominent figures.”
“Bingo!”I know candor can be taken as an excuse for lack of articulacy however it shortens the blather. “I fear them, and I must know you are where I can reach you, where they will not abuse you!” I interlaced my fingers above her confused eyes. “Would it be possible to team up with their enemies and sleep next to Lolle?”
She drew a breath. Kiss me, girl. Once you know, your approval means universe.
“Roberta, since puberty I have been living among people who wouldn´t have children of their own. I didn´t want to have someone else´s in part because I cared and was a model to any class I taught. So I knew so many people stepping into adulthood, and they deserved moral authority as a person. Moral authority who punishes the wicked, never the nice ones.”
I never remember I took Sylvia´s point when I rather wanted to take some serious action. This time she spat back to me the philosophy I have hard imprinted on my heart valve. Wicked are those who should suffer.
Lolle won´t disrupt her service to Prefect. But if she wanted, she could do that through Gina, whom she knows and who is leaving the Tower. The fully clothed Gina would bring a little thing on herself. I will not be the one who points it out, that would be suspicious.
“Hamilton will have to choose,” I told Sylvia determinedly. “Either she and her friend get what is coming to them or Lolle.”
Sylvia embraced my hug, her cold lips pressed together. She left VR shortly before me and sulked on a way home.
It defied a reason, but another warden, a fat Asian chick, blocked an entrance. “Sorry, fellow co-lector. I transferred two visiting privileged ones. They need temporary privacy.” “That is preposterous… Nobody´s there, perhaps save to…”
“I will explain,” the familiar voice said, and Kane came through the door. “Basma invited me and Pat. Come, you can see a little.”
I got a peek. Basma was laying in the bed on her stomach. She had the jeans and knickers yanked, making her olive-skinned round hiney a public matter. A whiter black lady was securing her hands in front of the bed. Kane called me to go back. don´t know if it would “She said what she received in VR was for the past. Now she wants something to remember for the future…” Kane reached out behind her skirt and showed me a long switch. “I’m waiting for when she´ll be ready to take it.”
When you actively ask for the thrashing, you might be abnormal. Or maybe you don´t want to become a horrible excuse for human being like one opportunistic tennis player.
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