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Subject: {ASSM} The Portal: Doorway to Adventure 02 (MF, Sci-fi, Fantasy)
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by 
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading 
now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes 
without the consent of the author.

The Portal: Doorway to Adventure
Chapter 2
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2005

Several days passed as Sid worked around the house, attended 
school, and worked in the evenings. The days were not without 
tension, his entire family was shocked that he would allow his aunt 
to be arrested and such serious charges brought against her. It 
didn't seem to bother them that she was attempting to steal from 
him. Of course, in his family that was about par for the course.

With the passage of time, he had come closer to accepting that the 
house was his and that his uncle wouldn't come walking in. The 
first room that he decided to take ownership of was the study. As 
he moved papers and other materials from the desk to make room 
for the computer, he was reminded of the conversation that he had 
with his uncle about the wall safe. He located the wall safe behind 
the picture of dogs playing poker, recognizing the humor of his 
uncle in the choice of pictures.

Inside the safe were a small box, a notebook, and an old diary 
written in some foreign language. As he opened the notebook, a 
loose sheet of paper fell out. He picked up the paper and started to 
read it. 

Dear Sid,
You are the only member of the family that is worth a damn. As a 
result, I am giving you my most valuable possession. If you have 
learned your lessons well, it will provide you with a lifetime full of 
adventure. In order to start your adventures, you must put on the 
ring (it is in the box) and enter the closet. Elizabeth will explain 
everything to you. 
Love,
Gerald

Sid read the note twice trying to make sense of it. Opening the box, 
he found a small ring with a sapphire stone. Shrugging his 
shoulders, he slipped it over a finger and went to the closet. 
Looking into the closet, he could spot nothing odd. He went back 
to the desk and read the letter again. Puzzled by the instruction to 
step into the closet, he returned and looked in the closet again. It 
looked like a normal closet to him.

As he stepped into the closet, there was a strange twisting 
sensation and he suddenly found himself in a sterile white room. 
Disoriented by the transition, he required a few minutes to get his 
bearings. The walls around him and ceiling glowed with a soft 
light. The effect was that the room was well lit without shadows 
and yet the light was low enough that it did not hurt the eyes. 

As quiet as a feather landing on the floor, a door slid open in front 
of him. He stepped through it, finding himself in what appeared to 
be a waiting room. It was totally white, with white chairs arranged 
around a central overlarge white coffee table. After walking around 
the room, he found that none of the doors would open and that he 
was basically trapped inside the room. He sat down in one of the 
chairs, to wait for something to happen. As he sat there, he 
understood that Uncle Gerald had left him something totally 
unique.

A door slid open without him noticing. He looked up when he 
heard a gasp from the woman who had entered the room. She 
looked to be in her early sixties, with fair skin, and hair that had 
turned gray. She retained the figure of a much younger woman, but 
it was the lines on her face that gave away her age. Minding his 
manners, he stood and faced her as he said, "Hello, ma'am. I'm Sid 
Jones."

The woman covered her mouth with the back of her trembling 
hand as she came to understand what he had said. Her eyes 
watered and in a weak voice, she said, "Please excuse me for a 
minute while I compose myself."

She stepped back as the door closed, cutting her off from his view. 
Uncertain of what to do, Sid stood there awkwardly staring at the 
door as if it could tell him what had happened. After a few 
minutes, he sat down wondering if he had just met the mysterious 
Elizabeth. 

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before the woman 
returned to the room. Sid stood again and faced her observing that 
her eyes showed signs of crying. Having regained control of her 
emotions, she said, "I must really apologize for my behavior 
earlier."

Having realized that she had expected his uncle rather than him, 
Sid replied, "I am sure that you were expecting someone else."

She smiled and moved to one of the chairs. She sat down with 
grace and gestured for him to seat himself with a delicate 
movement of her hand. As Sid seated himself, she put four manila 
folders on the coffee table. Once both of them were comfortable, 
she said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Elizabeth Caretaker 
of Cassandra."

Upon learning that this was the mysterious Elizabeth, Sid stood 
and walked over to her. Kneeling, he took her hand in his and 
kissed the back of it. He said, "My Uncle Gerald always talked 
about you with great affection and respect. His last request was for 
me to tell you that he loved you."

Elizabeth smiled as tears welled up in her eyes at the thought that 
his last words were of her. She sniffed and said, "He was such a 
lovely man. I shall miss him dearly."

Her grief was almost a relief for Sid. For the past week, he had felt 
that he and he alone had cared about his uncle. The knowledge that 
he was not alone in his grief let him know that his uncle had 
known love from someone else besides him. When she began to 
cry, he shifted to where he could hug her. He held her as she cried 
on his shoulder, her entire body shaking in time to her sobs. 

When her tears stopped flowing, she straightened and collected 
herself as though embarrassed by her loss of control. Sid could tell 
by her manner that she didn't want to be held any more and 
returned to his chair. She looked at him with kindness in her eyes 
as she said, "Your caretaker is going to be a very lucky woman. 
You are so much like Gerald."

The reference to a caretaker confused him. First his uncle had 
mentioned one and now Elizabeth, but he still had no clue what a 
caretaker was. Sid asked, "My caretaker?"

Noticing his confusion, she asked, "Gerald told you nothing?"

"He left me a note telling me to put on a ring and walk into the 
closet. He said that you would explain everything to me," 
answered Sid. 

Elizabeth had suspected that would be the case. Gerald did not 
want to admit that one day he wouldn't be able to continue, despite 
the fact that he was the oldest hero ever. He must have really loved 
her, since the only way he would be able to visit was to accept a 
mission. She said, "Well, first let me welcome you to Crossroads."

"Crossroads?"

"Yes, this is a world where access to other worlds is possible. You 
are from Earth and I am from Cassandra. There is a fourth world, 
Chaos, which is where the game is played. On that world, women 
from my world are damsels in distress and men from your world 
are heroes. If you choose to participate, then every time you come 
here you must undertake a mission to rescue a damsel in distress 
before you can return home." She smiled as she said the last 
sentence.

Sid thought about the offer with the seriousness that it deserved, 
realizing that his uncle had been preparing him for this for a long 
time. He said, "I have obligations at home. I don't know how I can 
have adventures in Chaos and still manage to meet my obligations 
on Earth."

She laughed at his choice of words; it was so much like Gerald that 
it almost hurt. She answered, "No matter how long you are here or 
in Chaos, exactly fifteen minutes will pass on Earth. You can have 
an adventure during your lunch break and not miss a minute of 
work. You will only age fifteen minutes of Earth time, no matter 
how long your adventure lasts."

The idea of being a hero that rescued damsels in distress attracted 
him. There had to be some negatives. He asked, "How does it 
work?"

"Two coffees please," said Elizabeth as she looked up at the 
ceiling. Within seconds, two coffees appeared on the table, one in 
front of her and the other in front of him. She leaned forward and 
picked up a cup. Lifting it to her lips, she took a sip and looked 
across the table at the surprised expression on his face. She said, 
"Have some coffee while I tell you all about it. These things are 
best discussed in a relaxed atmosphere."

Leaning forward, Sid picked up the cup and took a sip of the dark 
liquid it contained. Much to his surprise, the coffee was brewed 
exactly the way he liked it. He commented, "Good coffee. Thank 
you."

She smiled at his compliment and said, "That is the technology of 
Crossroads at work. We had nothing to do with the construction of 
this world. Our scientists don't understand how it works, but 
understanding it isn't necessary to use it. One of the greatest pieces 
of equipment is the healing chamber. If you return from a mission 
wounded, it will cure you very quickly and without scarring. You 
can be on the verge of death and within hours you will emerge 
fully healed."

His eyebrows rose at her statements. It suggested that he could get 
injured here and that the injuries could be very serious. He asked, 
"How about if you are dead?"

She frowned at the question and answered, "Then you are dead. If 
you die anywhere, then you are dead everywhere. If you die on 
Chaos, your body will return here and then it will return to Earth. 
If you die here, your body will return to Earth. Dead is dead."

"Do people die on these adventures?"

She nodded and said, "Yes. Most heroes die while on a mission. 
Gerald was a very rare hero. He lived a long life and went on 
regular missions of very high degrees of difficulty. Most heroes go 
once a month, Gerald went every week."

"It sounds dangerous."

"Oh, it is," replied Elizabeth. With a thoughtful look on her face, 
she said, "While it is dangerous for heroes, you have to remember 
that many more damsels die than heroes."

Raising an eyebrow, Sid considered the implications that these 
women were risking their lives for an adventure. He asked, "What 
motivates the damsels to do that?"

Elizabeth looked into the coffee cup and said, "The women of 
Cassandra are highly motivated to go for reasons that we wish to 
remain private. Let me just say that we have so many volunteers 
that we hold lotteries to see who can go. A woman can only go 
once in her lifetime."

Curious if this was how his uncle had met Elizabeth, Sid asked, 
"Did you go?"

With a heart wrenching look of sadness, Elizabeth answered, "No. 
I was never eligible. I became a caretaker instead."

Sid thought about it for a minute, still not understanding how 
everything fit together. He said, "Okay. So, let's start with the 
damsels. What happens to them?"

She smiled at the directness of his question and his desire to get at 
the root of the issue in the most efficient manner. It was so much 
like Gerald. She said, "They go into Chaos and eventually get into 
trouble. Once they get into trouble a hero comes and rescues them. 
Their role is pretty simple."

Sid asked, "So where is the danger?"

"If the trouble is very bad, they can get killed before a hero rescues 
them."

"That explains the damsel," said Sid, although he still had 
questions about what would motivate them to take such risks. He 
asked, "So what about the heroes?"

"A hero selects a damsel in distress and then goes off to rescue her. 
Once she is fully rescued, they return here."

It all sounded very simple, but there were a lot of cases that still 
needed to be covered. "What if the hero is killed?"

Elizabeth answered, "Then the damsel has to wait for another hero 
to rescue her."

"What happens if the damsel dies before the hero gets to her?" 

Elizabeth answered, "Simple, the hero is immediately returned 
here."

"I take it that is a failure and would be the end of the hero's career," 
replied Sid. There had to be a consequence of not rescuing a 
damsel.

"Not so, sometimes a mission is impossible. Suppose it takes a day 
to get to her, but she dies ten minutes after he arrives. He wouldn't 
have a chance to save her. Many things can happen on a heroic 
adventure to prevent a hero from reaching the damsel in time." 
Elizabeth was quiet for a moment and then said, "The portal does 
not let men who do not have the proper heroic attitude to enter 
Crossroads."

"Oh," replied Sid. He hadn't thought about that as a possibility. He 
asked, "So what happens now? Do I go on a mission?"

Elizabeth laughed as she answered, "No. You have to pick your 
caretaker."

"Okay. How do I do that?"

She slid the four manila folders across the table and said, "Read 
these and pick one. I will get her."

He opened the folders and read through each one. When he had 
finished he looked up at Elizabeth and said, "I might as well flip a 
coin. I have no idea what a caretaker does. How can I pick one, if I 
don't know what qualities are most important?"

A broad grin spread across her face as she recognized that Gerald 
had trained this young man very well. She said, "A caretaker helps 
select the missions for a hero. She investigates the situation and 
determines what strategies would be most effective. She watches 
over him and then gives assessments of his performance after the 
mission. You might consider her a trainer, a manager, an assistant, 
a nurse, and a companion."

Sid picked up the folders and read through them much more 
carefully now that he knew what was important. Clearly, an 
organized mind that paid attention to details would be an 
advantage. She would have to understand and interpret situations 
of a military sort. Understanding human psychology would also be 
a benefit.

The first dossier described a woman that was a nurse. The 
information suggested that she was a nice person, but she had 
nothing suggesting a strong background in strategy or military 
history. The last page was a full nude photograph of the woman. 
To say that she was gorgeous would be an understatement. He 
closed the dossier and set it on his lap under the others.

He opened the second dossier. This woman was a little more 
qualified for the position with good secretarial skills and had taken 
a few courses in military history. Her photograph showed an 
equally beautiful woman as the first. Keeping that folder, he set the 
first one on the table eliminating her in favor of the second. 

The third folder described a woman that was a complete mismatch 
for the position. Her experience was working as a clerk in a 
convenience store and dancing part time at a strip club. Her IQ was 
a full twenty points lower than either of the first two candidates. 
He didn't even look at the photograph before discarding her folder 
on the table. 

The final candidate was brilliant with an extremely high IQ. She 
had a degree in military history. She had started her career as 
secretary, but had been promoted into a position as a business 
analyst. Her employer recommendations were very good. She had 
begun training in the martial arts recently. He turned to the last 
page and found the naked picture of her. She was fat, her breasts 
had long given up the fight with gravity and her ass sagged. Her 
stomach bulged out in a rather sickening fashion. 

He compared the two dossiers for the psychological factors. They 
were both very well balanced and emotionally very giving. After 
reading them both, there was no doubt in his mind which one he 
wanted. He threw the dossier for the attractive woman on the table 
and held out the last one. Handing it to Elizabeth, he said, "I want 
her."

Elizabeth opened the dossier and looked through it very carefully. 
Picking up the other three, she glanced through them looking at 
very specific pieces of information. She sat back looking 
thoughtfully at Sid for a full minute. Finally, she asked, "Are you 
sure? Your choice is not very sexy looking."

He leaned forward in the chair, clasping his hands with elbows 
resting on his knees and asked, "What value is sexy when bad 
advice will get you killed?"

She looked at the codes on the inside of the manila folder and said, 
"She has been considered for the position of caretaker three times 
now and has been rejected twice. This is her last chance."

Sid replied, "It doesn't matter if she's been rejected a hundred 
times. She's the best candidate for the job. Let me ask you, which 
one would you choose?"

Elizabeth smiled as she walked to the door. She turned and faced 
him with a grin as she answered, "Oh, I would have picked her 
over all the others without a moment of hesitation."

Sid laughed at her answer and then said, "You and my uncle must 
have gotten along fabulously. He would spend hours trying to talk 
me out of a decision and then let me know that he agreed with me 
the whole time."

Laughing, she answered, "Yes, we got along great. I must leave 
and get your caretaker. She will be along soon. This visit is for the 
two of you to learn how to work together."

Sid stood and faced her. With a half bow, he said, "It has been an 
honor to meet the woman that so captivated my uncle. He was 
lucky to have found such a woman to love and who loved him."

As the door slid open, she replied, "Nephew of Gerald, it has been 
a pleasure to meet you. You shall go far as a hero. Your uncle was 
a great hero with thousands of followers."

Elizabeth disappeared as the door closed behind her. It was clear to 
Sid why his uncle had loved her. Even at her age she was attractive 
and classy. She was perfect for his uncle. He wondered what his 
caretaker would be like and how long it would be before she 
arrived. It could take several hours, so he decided he would make 
himself comfortable. He reached for his coffee cup and was 
startled when the cup was no longer where he had put it. He called 
out, "One coffee please."

Nothing happened. He tried again with the same results. Frowning, 
he wondered if only caretakers could make requests for coffee. 
Shrugging, he called out, "Instruction manual please."

A small booklet appeared on the coffee table. Picking it up, he sat 
down and started to read it. The first page had a single sentence, 
"Ask your caretaker for all your comfort requests."

He flipped over to the second page and laughed when he saw that 
it was empty.  Of all the instruction manuals that he had ever read, 
this one was the best. It went straight to the point and didn't waste 
words. He set it back on the table and after glancing away, saw that 
it was gone.

The wait felt like an hour, but it was very difficult to judge time in 
a white room with nothing that changed. Walking around the room, 
he examined his environment seeking some idea of what he could 
do here. He spun around when a door opened on the other side of 
the room. 

When she entered the room, his chin dropped to the ground. The 
woman was nothing like the picture that he had seen in the manila 
folder. This was an extremely attractive woman of mixed ancestry. 
Her body matched his ideal image of a woman. Her nose was 
slightly upturned, her parted lips were full, her eyes brown, and her 
black hair hung down to the middle of her back.  The result was 
that she possessed an eroticism that was impossible for him to 
resist.

It took him several minutes, but he finally regained his ability to 
speak. He said, "Excuse me, but I fear you have the wrong room. I 
am waiting for Sally."

She flowed across the room, her diaphanous gown gave tantalizing 
glimpses at the treasures underneath. With uncommon grace, she 
sat in the chair crossing her legs at the ankles. Once she was 
settled, she looked at him and answered, "I am Sally Caretaker of 
Cassandra."

It was difficult for him to lift his eyes to her face, but he managed 
it. He said, "You are not the Sally Caretaker of Cassandra that I 
chose. I saw the photograph."

Laughter that sounded like water in a burbling brook rang through 
the room. She said, "You saw a photograph. It just wasn't a 
photograph of me."

All thoughts and interest in her appearance fled his mind as he 
wondered if that was the only lie in the dossier that he had read. He 
walked over to her and, in a serious tone of voice, asked "And the 
qualifications, were they yours?"

Taken aback by the his intensity with which he looked at her, she 
answered, "Yes they were. I used that photograph because I 
wanted to make sure that the man that choose me, did so for the 
proper reasons."

Sid sat in a chair across from her and closed his eyes as he thought 
things through. Her body was distracting and he had too much to 
learn to be distracted. He commented, "From what Elizabeth told 
me, you risked not getting chosen by using that picture."

Noticing that he kept his eyes closed, she answered, "There was a 
great risk of that happening, but I would not want to work with a 
fool that gets killed because he doesn't listen to my advice. I want 
to be more than a fuck toy for some hormone driven Neanderthal."

Sighing, Sid said, "I fear that with your appearance, even a most 
dedicated celibate would be driven by his hormones."

"Why do you have your eyes closed?"

Sid answered, "So that I can talk with you without being distracted 
by my hormones."

"You see, you are not a Neanderthal. You make sure that you have 
the business at hand completed before allowing yourself to be 
distracted." She smiled at him knowing that with his eyes closed, 
he could not see it. She added, "Elizabeth Caretaker was quite right 
when she said that you would be a good man to work with."

The idea that such a sexy woman was seated across from him was 
becoming extremely difficult to ignore. He answered, "I think you 
will be grossly disappointed in me. I have to be honest with you. 
My thoughts are not exactly the purest and it has been a very long 
time for me."

Puzzled by his statement, she asked, "What do you mean?"

"It means that I will have difficulty keeping this professional," 
replied Sid. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair as his erection 
was beginning to hurt. For clarification, he added, "I can't work 
with you with my eyes closed all of the time."

She giggled at his discomfort and then said, "You mean you want 
to have sex with me?"

"Exactly."

As her nipples erected, she asked, "So what is the problem?"

"I wouldn't want to force you to do something that you might not 
want."

She rose out of the chair. Moving to him, she knelt between his 
legs and put a hand on his thigh. As he started under her touch, she 
cooed, "But that is best part of being a caretaker."

Sweat beaded up on his forehead as he slowly opened his eyes.  
Her position between his legs caused his erection to become fully 
hard. It had been a long since he had sex and his body reacted to 
the sight of a gorgeous woman kneeling between his knees like a 
virgin seeing his first breast. Taking his hand, she stood to pull him 
to his feet. 

Numbly, he stared at her body taking in her perfectly shaped 
breasts, the neatly trimmed hair in her nether region, and the long 
shapely legs. The curves of her body were fully feminine avoiding 
the Earth standard of overly skinny. She was soft to the touch, but 
had a strength in her grip that hinted at muscles. How could it be 
that he was so lucky to be in the presence of a woman that was so 
amazingly beautiful?

She pulled on his arm and he rose to follow her. Walking to the 
wall, a door opened at her approach giving evidence that he could 
do nothing in this place without her help. In the room beyond was 
a bed large enough to hold five or six people comfortably. They 
entered the room; the only points of color in an all white sterile 
environment.

Sally slowly stripped the clothes from Sid as he stood motionless 
in a near state of shock. Kneeling at his feet, she carefully removed 
his shoes and socks while he balanced first on one leg and then the 
other. She stood and removed his shirt, rubbing her hands across 
his chest. With trembling fingers, he reached out and touched her 
face, running the palm of his hand along her jaw line. She leaned 
her head into his hand with a dreamy look on her face. 

Fumbling with his belt, she tried to figure it out. It was something 
she had never encountered before. She had to kneel down to 
examine it carefully in order to see how it worked. She pulled the 
belt from his jeans, not quite knowing what to do with it. The 
attempt to pull his jeans down without unbuttoning them first was 
unsuccessful. Sid reached down and undid the snap and pulled 
down the zipper. Looking up at him, she asked, "Are all of the 
trousers from your world this difficult to remove?"

Realizing for the first time that he was dealing with a woman that 
had no idea how things were in his world, he replied, "No, but 
these are very common there."

Smiling to herself, she pulled down his jeans. He stepped out of 
them. Standing there in his plain white briefs, the head of his erect 
cock peaked over the waistband of his briefs. Licking her lips, she 
pulled down his briefs and freed his cock from its confinement. 
Her hands ran up his legs and gently caressed his balls. His moan 
complemented her efforts.

She slowly placed him on the bed and stood next to him. Reaching 
up to a tie that ran behind her neck and under her long black hair, 
she released the knot holding up her gown. The gesture drew his 
attention to her breasts, his erection throbbed in response to the 
visual treat. Her diaphanous gown drifted to the bed, settling 
around her feet. 

Stepping to stand over his prostrate body, she lowered herself on 
him with a knee to each side of his body. Leaning forward, her 
silky smooth hair teased his skin. She gently kissed him, her lips 
soft and sweet. Her tongue ran across his lips, exciting him. He 
groaned and said, "I'm too excited."

She lowered herself on his cock, enveloping him in the warmth and 
wetness that only an excited woman can provide. Her motions 
were slow and deliberate, bringing him quickly to an orgasm. As 
his come shot forth, he cursed himself for not having the ability to 
last long enough to bring her pleasure. Much to his surprise, she 
shuddered with an orgasm brought about by an excitement that had 
nothing to do with him, but with a lifelong dream just realized. 

Still astride him with his cock buried deep in her cunt, she lay atop 
him with arms drawing him tight against her. Her head rested upon 
his chest. He put his arms around her, rubbing her back gently and 
protectively as she announced her pleasure with a very soft purring 
sound, much like a kitten. The noise sent a thrill through Sid.

His cock, still hard, started to throb. His hips rose in an attempt to 
bury it deeper within her. Surprised that he was ready to go again 
so quickly, she sat up resting her palms on his chest. She started to 
ride his cock, this time enjoying the sensations of being with him 
rather than living a dream. 

He was much more forceful this time, starting to set a much faster 
pace with harder thrusts into her. She stared down at him in shock 
at his active participation in the act, something which was fantasy 
material among the women of Cassandra. When he rolled her over 
onto her back and continued to thrust into her, she started emitting 
little screams of pleasure that slowly grew in volume. He kept a 
moderate rhythm, his strokes forceful but not excessively so. The 
effect on Sally was electrifying; she had never had a man take her 
in that fashion. She started screaming, "Oh God! I'm the luckiest 
woman in the world!"

As Sally wrapped herself around Sid, he started approaching his 
second climax. His thrusts became harder and longer. She hugged 
him so tightly that it lifted her body off the bed. Legs wrapped 
around his ass and arms locked around his torso, she was 
screaming in continuous orgasm. This was beyond any fantasy that 
she had ever had entertained. 

Sid lifted himself off his elbows and held himself in a pushup with 
knees on the bed. His thrusts lost their effectiveness as she clung 
tightly to him. Although he was not that experienced in bed, he had 
never encountered a woman like this one. Did other women wrap 
themselves around men like that? He didn't think so, but it was an 
amazing experience.

With a suddenness that took him by surprise, he came. It would be 
nice to say that it was mind blowing or one of the best of his life, 
but it was a typical orgasm felt mostly in his groin. The fact that it 
was his second within an hour made it special. She felt him come 
and tightened her grip on him as she came again. When her orgasm 
finished, she fell back to the bed feeling weak and exhausted. He 
lowered himself and kissed her gently as his cock slipped from her 
cunt. 

Lying beside her, he ran a hand over her body appreciating the feel 
of her smooth skin under his hand. She looked at him with 
amazement. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she asked, "Are 
all men from Earth that active in bed?"

Surprised at the question, he asked, "Aren't the men form 
Cassandra active in bed?"

"Oh no, they are quite passive. Usually it is like the first round, 
where they lay there passively." She knew that she was close to 
babbling, but she couldn't stop talking. She added, "I couldn't 
believe when you started the second time. I mean, I've never 
experienced that before in my life. God, you were so great. My 
arms and legs are still shaking."

Sid burst out laughing, shocked that any woman would consider 
that performance to be great. He felt guilty that he had been so 
passive the first time and so greedy the second. Next time, he 
swore he would take greater care of her needs. He ran a finger over 
her nipple as he said, "Next time I will be better, I promise. I was 
so selfish this time."

She stared at him in wonder. She had heard that men from Earth 
were very different in bed than men from Cassandra, but his boast 
was incredible. That he might feel selfish about actually doing 
things in bed was so foreign to her understanding that she couldn't 
believe him. 

As his finger circled her nipple she began to feel things that only 
another woman had been able to invoke. Seeing the effect that his 
touch had upon her, his hand left her breasts and moved to the 
valley between her legs. His fingers traced the lips of her cunt as 
she bit the lower lip of her mouth. She shuddered as sensations that 
were totally foreign to her ripped through her body. When his 
finger brushed against her clit, she almost bit her lip as an orgasm 
crashed over her. She moaned, her body shuddered, her legs 
clamped together, and her eyes closed. 

She lay there afterwards as tears of joy flowed from her eyes. To 
think that she, a neuter, would ever find such pleasure in bed was 
beyond anything that she could have dreamed. Sid misunderstood 
her tears and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I am happier than I ever expected, my dear man," she answered as 
she ran a hand across his strong jaw. She looked up and said, "Two 
house robes, please."

A pair of robes showed up at the end of the bed. She got out of the 
bed, knelt down, and picked them up. Putting on one, she held the 
other waiting for Sid to stand. When he stood, she placed the robe 
on him and tied it. He was surprised, expecting to do that himself. 
She saw the look on his face and said, "I'm your caretaker. Your 
comfort is my responsibility."

He laughed as he remembered the instruction manual with the 
single page of instructions. He answered, "The instruction manual 
suggested that to me already."

She looked surprised and asked, "What instruction manual?"  

Sheepishly, he said, "I requested an instruction manual before you 
arrived. It was very simple with one page of instructions. It told me 
to ask you for all of my comfort needs."

She laughed at the expression on his face, but was intrigued with 
the idea of a user's manual. She called out, "Instruction manual 
please."

A look of shock appeared on both of their faces as six three inch 
thick books appeared at the base of the bed. She looked at him and 
then at the manuals. Shaking her head, she said, "No one has ever 
thought of asking for that."

She went over to the books and looked over the tables of contents 
carefully, smiling as she saw commands to do things that no one 
had known were possible. Glancing in his direction, she was going 
to spend hours studying it to make this into the living quarters that 
he would really appreciate. Never again would a hero be faced 
with returning to a sterile white environment with a minimum of 
furnishings. She smiled at him and asked, "Are you hungry?"

At the mention of food, his stomach growled. He laughed and 
answered, "I think so."

 
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