Standard disclaimers.
Surprising taste warning; Not bad, just surprising.
Yes, there is more of this kack.
With apologies to the memory of my late Grandmother, who went though life known erroneously as Josephine.
Thanks to JP for Betaing. (He is not a Gatch fan but does like SF and appreciate my warped sense of humour.)
"We're going skinny dipping, are you coming?" Asked Neville the Mech Captain the next morning.
Zoltar paused. "Yes, That is a good idea." He still had not heard from the Spirit...Perhaps his Master was suffering from the heat wave too? Zoltar smiled at the idea of an energy being getting too hot. He had not seen Mala either. She had an apartment in the Great One fortress too. But she seldom used it, preferring to stay with the boyfriend-of-the-hour or on the Devil Star base with her cronies.
He got out his towels and sun hat. Not to mention a supply of waterproof sun cream. Neville's car was waiting outside.
A couple of Neville's friends were also in the car, and it was a tight squeeze. But Zoltar did not mind. He was glad to have the distraction of his men's small talk. They drove out of the city and down winding country lanes, to a field by the river. Willow trees shaded it, and metal gleamed amid the dappled sunlight.
The BlackHawks and Devil Stars had parked their bikes any old how, and by the looks of things, undressed in the same random manner. the field was strewn with biker jackets, helmets and skimpy underwear
Pretty much all the elites were playing in the river splashing each other, ducking, fighting. Zoltar sighed. There were not many of them. Their numbers had been weeded out by G Force. He put that melancholy thought away and began to undress.
"Hiya Zoltar!" Called a red headed Devil Star. "Glad you are able to join us."
"I can put the work off for now! It's so damn hot here."
"Cool down with us then" the red head was joined by another Devil Star, she smiled as if to suggest she had a novel way to get Zoltar even hotter.
Zoltar ignored this teasing. He looked around. He was looking for one face in particular, -A face very much like his own.
"Mala not here?" He asked a BlackHawk who was pulling off his motorcycle boots.
The BlackHawk shrugged, "she said she was busy this afternoon. I think she's too proud to come and play with us."
"I am not too proud."
"Glad to see your not" The Hawk removed his socks and stood up.
Zoltar got undressed. He unbound his long hair and strode down the waters edge.
No sooner than he had entered the water than a Devil Star grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down. Zoltar came up sputtering. Everyone was laughing at him. He had to do something. Zoltar pushed his attacker down. "Take that!"
She jumped back up again to the cheers of the other swimmers.
"We are even now" Zoltar smiled.
In reply she splashed him enthusiastically. Zoltar splashed back then sank down upon his belly, grabbing at her ankles. The Devil Star stepped back, tripped, and was in the water with a massive splash.
"Ha!" Laughed Zoltar and dived on top of her.
The girl's name was Jocelyn, that he knew. Her delicately scarred form had graced the pages of the governmental employee's calendar for the past three years. Unlike many a Federation pinup, she had very small breasts, but overall she was shapely, and a product of nature rather than the surgeon, an asset in a world where so many things were artificially enhanced.
All seemed to be going well, and Zoltar was seriously considering taking Jocelyn for a trip into the bushes for a detailed discourse on classified matters. Jocelyn kissed him, running her fingers though his luxuriant tresses. Zoltar smirked.
She put her hands in a more intimate zone, pulling back suddenly to look at her blackened palms in horror; "Paint!" She squealed.
"Paint! Oh my!" Zoltar grinned.
Jocelyn rubbed her hands off on his hair and retreated. Zoltar huffed and sighed, looked like he had been beat by the goalie...Again.
Zoltar stayed in the water until he felt hungry. His elite had brought along barbecues and plenty of food. He would not have to go home for a meal. He left off his swimming and stepped out, long hair streaming water. Zoltar shivered, it was getting cooler. Some of the swimmers sat around still naked. He decided to be a wimp and reached for his towel.
Nobody dared comment when Zoltar dried off and after getting his paint pot out of his bag, started to re apply his faux shorts.
Jocelyn grinned feraly at him. "Government cutbacks. Zoltar can no longer afford any underwear."
"Funny Stuff" growled the Chosen one.
And that, was that.