endured about her friend’s safety, all coalesced into
hysterical laughter as Jessica reappeared with a rattled expression.
“Ha ha ha. Laugh it up, Mahoney,” she grouched, striding
across the room with her lean, pale legs lightly bouncing across the springy
flooring. “Where do I get some clothes so my ass isn’t hanging out in the
breeze?”
“Clothing can be replicated according the user’s
specifications,” the computer answered her question.
Jessica jumped in surprise before she shot an angry look at
the ceiling and shook her fist. “That scares me every single time,” she
complained, her normally sunny disposition continuing to sour.
Mahoney wiped her eyes and sucked in deep breaths in order
to calm herself. “You just have to give it commands. I told him to shut up
unless I said the name ‘Jarvis.’ It seems to work really well.”
Jessica nodded in understanding before calling out, “Hey,
computer! I don’t want to hear from you unless I call you by the name ‘Kitt.’”
“Command accepted,” came the dry reply.
“ Knight Rider reference. Nice,” Mahoney agreed.
“Let’s go replicate you some clothes.”
Mahoney showed her how to operate the replicator in order to
create whatever she needed. Jessica wasn’t happy with any of the clothing
selections, and called out, “Hey, Kitt! Can you access the Earth internet?”
“Access to the foreign international database is restricted
for Jessica MacGregor and Katsuko Mahoney,” he replied.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Of course it is,” she
muttered, thinking hard. A look of concentration came over her face, before she
tried again. “Kitt, I need you to access the foreign database and locate
the following: True Religion skinny jeans size 23, Burberry Brit cotton v-neck
tee size small, Victoria’s Secret push-up bra size 36C and matching bikini-cut
underwear in size small, and Converse Chuck sneakers in women’s size 6 ½. Send
the specifications for these items to the replicator, please.”
“Request approved by Commander R’Varsel. Accessing foreign
international database. Item specifications sent to replicator,” Kitt replied.
Mahoney stared at her friend with her jaw dropped. “You clever
little minx! I never even thought of doing that! It took me over half an hour
just to come up with this,” she indicated with a sweep of her hand down her
body.
“It was worth a shot,” Jessica shrugged, and took Mahoney’s
instruction on how to operate the replicator.
When Jessica was fully dressed and they were sitting at the
table while Jess chowed down on a replicated cheeseburger and fries, Mahoney
began to fill her in on all she had learned over the last several hours. With
some help from their annoying computer friend, Mahoney was able to explain
about Commander Mikael R’Varsel, the planet of T’Kala, and the small bits of
information she had been able to glean from her interactions with the commander,
doing her best to gloss over their more physical moments.
Jessica’s eyes were dancing with merriment when she asked,
“So, you have been claimed by the big one with green eyes? Are you his looooove
slave now?”
Mahoney’s face lit up with flushed embarrassment.
“Absolutely not. I am only playing along with him until I find out what his
mission is and where he is taking you.”
That sobered her for a moment, but she giggled again and
exclaimed, “Mahoney is gonna get her some alien strange ! Just think
about it. If his dick is as big as the rest of him…” she trailed off, eyebrows
waggling.
Mahoney looked everywhere but at her friend. Finally, she
cleared her throat, and admitted, “It is.”
Both women burst out laughing. Mahoney finally caught her
breath and shook her head to clear it. With a deep sigh, she admitted, “I don’t
know how the hell we’re going to get out of this, Jess, but I will not rest
until we are returned home again.”
Jessica nodded in agreement. “I know you will, Mahoney, and
I
hysterical laughter as Jessica reappeared with a rattled expression.
“Ha ha ha. Laugh it up, Mahoney,” she grouched, striding
across the room with her lean, pale legs lightly bouncing across the springy
flooring. “Where do I get some clothes so my ass isn’t hanging out in the
breeze?”
“Clothing can be replicated according the user’s
specifications,” the computer answered her question.
Jessica jumped in surprise before she shot an angry look at
the ceiling and shook her fist. “That scares me every single time,” she
complained, her normally sunny disposition continuing to sour.
Mahoney wiped her eyes and sucked in deep breaths in order
to calm herself. “You just have to give it commands. I told him to shut up
unless I said the name ‘Jarvis.’ It seems to work really well.”
Jessica nodded in understanding before calling out, “Hey,
computer! I don’t want to hear from you unless I call you by the name ‘Kitt.’”
“Command accepted,” came the dry reply.
“ Knight Rider reference. Nice,” Mahoney agreed.
“Let’s go replicate you some clothes.”
Mahoney showed her how to operate the replicator in order to
create whatever she needed. Jessica wasn’t happy with any of the clothing
selections, and called out, “Hey, Kitt! Can you access the Earth internet?”
“Access to the foreign international database is restricted
for Jessica MacGregor and Katsuko Mahoney,” he replied.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Of course it is,” she
muttered, thinking hard. A look of concentration came over her face, before she
tried again. “Kitt, I need you to access the foreign database and locate
the following: True Religion skinny jeans size 23, Burberry Brit cotton v-neck
tee size small, Victoria’s Secret push-up bra size 36C and matching bikini-cut
underwear in size small, and Converse Chuck sneakers in women’s size 6 ½. Send
the specifications for these items to the replicator, please.”
“Request approved by Commander R’Varsel. Accessing foreign
international database. Item specifications sent to replicator,” Kitt replied.
Mahoney stared at her friend with her jaw dropped. “You clever
little minx! I never even thought of doing that! It took me over half an hour
just to come up with this,” she indicated with a sweep of her hand down her
body.
“It was worth a shot,” Jessica shrugged, and took Mahoney’s
instruction on how to operate the replicator.
When Jessica was fully dressed and they were sitting at the
table while Jess chowed down on a replicated cheeseburger and fries, Mahoney
began to fill her in on all she had learned over the last several hours. With
some help from their annoying computer friend, Mahoney was able to explain
about Commander Mikael R’Varsel, the planet of T’Kala, and the small bits of
information she had been able to glean from her interactions with the commander,
doing her best to gloss over their more physical moments.
Jessica’s eyes were dancing with merriment when she asked,
“So, you have been claimed by the big one with green eyes? Are you his looooove
slave now?”
Mahoney’s face lit up with flushed embarrassment.
“Absolutely not. I am only playing along with him until I find out what his
mission is and where he is taking you.”
That sobered her for a moment, but she giggled again and
exclaimed, “Mahoney is gonna get her some alien strange ! Just think
about it. If his dick is as big as the rest of him…” she trailed off, eyebrows
waggling.
Mahoney looked everywhere but at her friend. Finally, she
cleared her throat, and admitted, “It is.”
Both women burst out laughing. Mahoney finally caught her
breath and shook her head to clear it. With a deep sigh, she admitted, “I don’t
know how the hell we’re going to get out of this, Jess, but I will not rest
until we are returned home again.”
Jessica nodded in agreement. “I know you will, Mahoney, and
I
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