"I laid on Visser Three's bed with my hands tied to the wall and waited. My stalk eyes glanced at the door. Where was he? Then I heard sound of hooves from outside at last –but wait, there were too many of them! The door opened and Visser Three stepped in.
(Guess what, honey), he smirked. (I just caught the Andalite bandits and the most faithful lieutenants of mine infested them.)
The Visser was followed by six drop-dead hot and muscular male Andalites, no, Andalite-Controllers.
(Let's handle her, guys), the Visser said."
And then the sunbeams woke me up through the window of my cabin and Inever got to know what it's like to be fucked by seven males.
(Na dip crachlayna dawash), I muttered. Believe it or not, you don't want to know what those expressions mean. I jumped on my hooves, morphed into my human morph and dressed up. Before I had left the cabin, I heard a knock from the door: "Room service!"
I was opening the door as it occurred to me: the voice hadn't been, had it… But it was too late. On the next moment I was staring Jaylish, Denriss and Felian's faces. Everyone of them had an extremely wide smile on their faces.
"Ya were in da Visser's cabin last night, weren't ya?" Denriss giggled.
"Ya had some fun, didn't ya?" Jaylish laughed.
"And ya, like, left there with bruises all over ya", Felian shrilled. "Like, didn't ya?"
I rubbed my forehead. I didn't want to start my day with getting a headache. "Yeah", I mumbled.
"What did he do to ya! Tell us, tell us, tell us!" Denriss screamed.
"Was he really hot?" Jaylish grinned. I felt irritability rising.
"What the crachlay you have to do with our sex life?" I yelled and walked away, screaming after me: "And you'd surely get lifelong traumas from it, for that matter! And do the fricking room service properly!"
Visser Three was waiting me in the main cabin. I sat down next to him. Not too close –the Visser doesn't like it, and there it would have been even risky.
"That human drives me mad", he groused. "'Well, I still dunno, they might take me for a mannequin of some kind of scout for the rest of my life, I wanna be a serious star' and so on. But he will sign! No matter what happens, he will sign!"
I heard Jeremy Jason's voice from the cafeteria.
"This coffee's too weak!"
Soon he cried: "Now it's too strong!"
And don't imagine he'd have cut out with that. When I had sat on the sofa for half of an hour, Jeremy had already complained about the hardness of the chair, the taste of the sandwiches, potentially rotten eggs –don't even ask-, ineffectuality of the aspirin, loudness of the ventilation and the waitress' perfume.
I looked at the Visser. He rolled his eyes and said: "I go and tell the drivers to left the bay. They must keep the boat running. We can't give McCole any chance for escape."
As Visser Three had just left, Jeremy Jason clumped to the cabin and sat down next to me. I kept the smile on my face, though I was so fed up with that creature on that moment that I'd have rather sat there with some slow-witted Gedd.
"Hi, Ms. Love", Jeremy said in a carefree way. "Is it true what you told about your life yesterday?"
"My life?" I repeated squinting.
"Yeah. Did The Sharing really solve all your problems?"
I was quiet for a moment. I remembered the guidelines that had been given to me about talking with Jeremy Jason. Act like a normal human. Say just good things about The Sharing. Remember that you do not have any special relationship with Visser Three, or Victor Trent. Do not be suspicious.
"Oh yes, yes, it did", I began to explain, trying to sound like a human survived from misfortunes as much as possible. "I had been a lonely outcast all my life and suddenly I was a part of a big family…"
Jeremy nodded, although he looked a bit doubtful. I thought I had passed the discussion easily until Jeremy asked something that almost made me bite my tongue off.
"Are you in close terms with Mr. Trent then? Or why you're here with him?"
The fatal question. Are we in close terms? For a second I considered of telling the truth to Jeremy's face: it could be put like that, we have desirous and ardent sex nearly every night. Luckily I came to my senses in time and didn't say it. You see, while I was at it, I could have said also that the Visser and I were actually from another planet and our people was infiltrated on the Earth trying to take it. All right, maybe it would have been a bit greater revelation, but who cares –it could have spoilt the project just like exposing our relationship. And if I had spoilt the project based on Visser Three's plan, I'd have been a dead Yeerk. Knowing the Visser, he'd probably have opened my wrists and raped me until I'd have died from losing blood, or something. For some reason, it didn't sound really good for me.
"Erm… actually not", I stuttered. "He's our head leader, of course I respect him because he does so much good through his organization, but close terms, no… not closer than anyone else's…" I glanced at Jeremy. Great, he seemed to believe! Then my brains became completely paralyzed. How the hell I would explain my presence? I understood now how suspicious "I wanted just come with him" sounded, especially now when Jeremy had asked whether our terms were close.
"I'm… well… just a witness…"
"A witness?" Jeremy repeated.
Oh no. Apparently that if something was suspicious. Once again I reminded myself for the spotless reputation of The Sharing. But what the crachlay would I say then? Then I made it up.
"Okay", I said, the stupid human smile still glued on my face. "Why couldn't I tell you? Teenage girls of The Sharing have talked about you so much that I wanted to meet you personally."
Jeremy inclined his head. "There's plenty of my fans in The Sharing?"
"Well… not that plenty… some", I said.
Jeremy sighed and turned his eyes to the ceiling. I had fouled up again. That's trying to please aliens with no idea about what is suspicious for them! I swore I'd say a couple of words to our so-called human experts about preparing for act a human when I'd meet them next time. Or, even worse for them –asked Visser Three to say.
"And promotion has often been my task in any case", I tried to fix my sayings. It seemed to help, at least a bit. Jeremy turned to me again. I had a bad feeling about what he'd ask next.
"Do the members of The Sharing have to deal much with Mr. Trent?"
Calm down. He didn't say "for example sleep with him."
"It… er… depends. Usually he's too busy with all the arrangement stuff, you see, The Sharing is active almost in half of the states, but sometimes he does have time to take part even in regular meetings… How so?"
I wonder if how so –questions are suspicious because Jeremy squinted and said with a careful voice: "This may sound stupid but I think he's quite… scary. It's hard to imagine a man like him as a leader of a scout organization that lays emphasis for unity."
Oh man. At least he didn't know how right he was.
"Scary?" I said trying to sound surprised. "I don't think so. When you know him well, you see how kind person he is…"
"So you know him well?" Jeremy said. "Though he doesn't go to the meetings or anything?"
Oh no! Jillay, you idiot!
"Well, yes… of course, I do responsible duties pretty much, so I have to deal with the leadership more than a regular member", I explained.
Jeremy still looked doubtful. I decided that was enough of playing a human and risking the project. I got up and left. I heard Jeremy shouting after me: "Where are you going?"
"On the deck", I made up. "There's such a lovely weather there."
I went to my cabin and took my outer clothing off –no the Trio of Lame Ducks there, thank Kandrona- and ran to the deck.