Depression by cmsix

Chapter 37

Lunch was another wonderful experience in old France. Harriette had done good things again and I stuffed myself with French dishes that I didn't even recognize. I didn't care either, since the taste was great and there was plenty. Coffee and desert were waiting for us in my study.

As I was packing in the last pastry I could hold, Fawne came to the desk and trimmed a cigar for me, perfectly, and she held a match while I lit it. Things were getting too good to be real.

My young harem seemed more lively this afternoon and they ganged up on me for minor teasing. I was at least smart enough to keep my mouth shut every chance I got and I enjoyed getting to know them a little better.

After my stogie was done we all went back in for a matinee of the naked body draggers. They were just getting up from what must have been a short rest and probably a water break, or at least that what I guessed since they were near a small stream.

Suddenly the view switched to an empty landscape. The road was in a little bit better shape here but strangely it looked even more deserted.

"What's this, Jaycee?" I asked.

"It's the view from the last one I launched. I sent it ahead of our weary travelers. My guess is they'll be stopping somewhere near here for the night. They should reach it in three hours or so. I'm going to get a good look around for a couple of miles in each direction though, in case they throw me a curve," she said.

"We need to have Percy bring the man that's going to lead tonight's food run up here so he can take a look."

"I think Percy is going to go himself," Jaycee said.

"Fine, I don't care who goes as long as it isn't me."

Francine popped her head in the door then to ask if anyone wanted refreshments. Of course I did, since by now I was a quart low on coffee. The others decided they could handle a few more pastries and more coffee too.

"Fawne, would you ask Francine to see if she can have someone send Percy up here again?" Jaycee asked, and the translation was done in seconds.

Going back to translating this way was annoying, but I wasn't sure I didn't like it better. Most of the help that couldn't speak English was trying to catch on, a little bit at least. It was a little odd for me now that Big Boy was gone but it was comforting to know no one was watching what was going on inside my head.

Percy showed just after more coffee and cake arrived. He decided to try a cup when I invited him too.

Jaycee explained what he was seeing while we drank our coffee. He seemed to know the area, and after giving Jaycee a few hints she maneuvered the drone to view a place where Percy thought they would probably stop for the night.

It was apparent that the area was often used by travelers for overnight stays. Percy was probably right about the group heading for it. The area was fairly open and had a stream close by. I guess that was all the accommodation you could expect in these times. They damned sure weren't going to come across a Motel 6.

Percy was off again shortly, heading back down to get his group organized and ready to move out. They were going to wait until the sun was down before leaving. With the night vision goggles, traveling after dark wouldn't be a problem, and it would drastically reduce the chances for being noticed.

There probably wasn't much chance they'd be noticed anyway. They intended to use normal sized horses and not fighting mounts and they were going to dress in shabby peasant type clothes. I'm sure they would look strange though, since a group of mounted peasants wasn't normal. Hell, even if they drew a crowd, we could deal with it.

With nothing better to do we spent the rest of the afternoon just watching. I was surprised that it didn't seem to get terminally boring, but we weren't really watching closely, mostly we talked and teased the day away.

Our supper was another event that Harriette could be proud of. I still didn't recognize most of what I was eating. I didn't know what it was called or even what it was. It tasted good though and I ate it, in fact I kept eating until I couldn't stuff anything else in. After the meal we had coffee in my study and Fawne provided more cigar trimming service for me.

Leaning back in my chair, all fat and happy, left me unprepared for the novel experience that came next. I thought. Since I wasn't really qualified for such I was a little fearful at first, but once started I couldn't seem to stop.

It stretched all the way back to when I'd been depressed. Of course, by now I realized that I'd had help getting depressed. But why did they pick me? There'd been other occupants of the small house before me but why did it get to be my turn?

That line of thought led me to wonder about the changes for our alien friends. We'd rocked along fine until I made my discovery of the little virtual doorway into my thoughts, and then things had changed big time.

Suddenly Santa Claus Big Boy was running the show and my word seemed to be the last word. I didn't even have to ask for things. If I even thought I wanted something it seemed to appear.

That hadn't been the end of the changes though. Now we seemed to be under new management, again. I didn't hear shit from them and they'd done the same thing that I'd once done, shut the virtual door, but that time they'd begged me to undo it. They'd shut it themselves this time.

That was one of the really odd things about it. When I'd shut the door the wailing, pissing, moaning, and gnashing of teeth had been impressive. Now, out of the blue, they'd broken contact themselves.

Apparently, somebody or "something" couldn't make up their mind what they wanted done down here. It was as if we were being directed by committee, and a pretty disorganized committee at that. I wondered if we'd have another change in direction in a few days.

Other things were odd to me too - Doctor Jorge, for instance. There was no way in hell he could be loosing weight as fast as he'd seemed to be before our last jaunt. He'd even been gaining stamina at an alarming rate. The human body just didn't change that fast. Hell, he'd even looked a little younger to me.

The titties on Wanda and Ethel were a caution as well as plainly impossible. No way in hell titties that big could stand up, apparently still firm, on women their ages. Ethel was a grandmother for God's sake. If she'd been strapping those gallon jugs up to that height with a bra there'd have been no way to hide where the straps dug into her back trying to support that weight. She and Wanda both had double D cups, minimum.

All this without even mentioning the clearly impossible construction miracles. Remodeling my original little stone "hut" into a gigantic showplace of a home, complete with multi level basements and an unheard of automatic trailer storage machine was only the beginning. Lately they'd built me a multi-story "palace" and given it several levels of basements too, filled with modern and even futuristic weapons while they were at it.

We even had field artillery that could reach half way to Paris, from here. According to Jaycee, if we wanted to put twenty-four round on a spot forty to fifty kilometers away, those Crusaders could get it done in under a minute and all the rounds would impact at nearly the same instant.

The town houses from Paris popping up near my new palace, including all the staffs and families of the staffs for each, in what amounted to our side yard were just icing on the cake.

Personal changes for me were everywhere too, if I just remembered them. All during the time I was depressed I hadn't even felt like eating regular, but I hadn't lost any weight. Now, when I went for a meal and usually a couple of snack breaks during the day, I shoveled it in. I was eating more at one meal now than I had in a whole day before I bought the small house from George and Ethel, but I wasn't gaining any weight.

Eating until I couldn't force myself to take another bite didn't hurt me at all. I'd feel sluggish for a few minutes and then come around to feeling great again in no time. It was confusing.

It was also a dream come true, or even better. I couldn't even have asked for things to turn out this good because facts on the ground had shot way past my imagination, weeks ago.

The only fly in the ointment was that we'd been moving or having things moved by alien means so often lately that I hadn't had any pussy in days. There were so many women with me now, most of them sleeping in my bed at night and I hadn't been able to get my dick wet.

Suddenly it hit me. Even though I seemed to be cut off from communication with They, I knew we weren't going anywhere tonight, and nothing was going to be moved around, neither in time nor space. The only thing happening tonight was Percy's trip to take food to our naked travelers.

Damned if my dick didn't get hard just thinking about it, and Cécile was the first little lush tidbit to enter my depraved thoughts. I'd been telling her from the start that she was about to leave the ranks of the virgins and events had conspired against me. Seemed like that was going to come to an end tonight.

She just happened to fling a little teasing my way at that second. Cécile wondered out loud what I was so busy thinking about and why I was being so quiet.

"I just realized that we aren't going anywhere tonight. No midnight traveling, no houses appearing out of nowhere or at least none coming here from somewhere else. You know what that means don't you?"

Apparently she didn't, or at least her mind wasn't as dirty as mine. She just looked at me expectantly, waiting for enlightenment. She wasn't the only one either.

I could see that Jaycee knew what I was talking about, and Meka too. They were both grinning. If even looked like Tutsie knew somehow, since he sat up and gave us a couple of barks. The others hadn't made the connection though. They didn't realize that some of them would get connected tonight, to me.

"You don't recall a little unfinished business between you and me, Cécile? A little something I promised you shortly after we first met?" I asked.

It didn't take her long to catch on and Adèle wasn't far behind her. They both blushed to the roots of their hair. Delphine got an "anxious anticipation" type look on her face, but the other French females just looked curious, until Delphine let the cat out of the bag.

At least that's what I thought she did. She rattled off something in French that even sounded sexy. The only word I even thought I recognized was "vierge" and it went by pretty fast.

Whatever she said caused a lot more blushing though. Even Fawne had some creeping up her neck, but she was smiling too. The others were just surprised, red faced, and seemed a little nervous.