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(WINNER OF THE CERTIFICATE OF MERIT in the MARY ANN PFENNINGER LITERARY AWARD, AUGUST 28, 1999

"Not very big for a star ship." He commented to his attendants. He was used to the big freeze ships that were to fragile to land on a planet. They parked in orbit
and passengers and supplies were ferried up to them. It took weeks to load one of them. This little bird was ready to go on a moments notice.
"Guess not, but she has all the latest gadgets, and a new drive system. Guaranteed to get off the pad, but after that? Who knows." The attendant responded with a giggle. She was a smashing redhead, dressed in an orange jump
suit that was so tight it would burst from a pin prick, topped off by a pair of black knee length boots. Blondes, Brunets, and red heads were what got him in this mess.
A few to many of each.
Barbara Han shivered from head to toe. She couldn't help but remember how that
huge thing stood at attention. The very though that it may be blown all over the New Mexico desert was almost more than she could stand
He sure is one hell of a hunk of man,? she whispered to Janet, who was scrunched down in the corner next to her.
"Yeah. You got some of that too?"
"And how! Two glorious days. I"ll never forget it. Geez what a...." She trailed off as the controllers announce lift off and the huge bang that had been half expected
never came.

"What're you doing? How dare you park your confounded contraption on me fence. You've scared me koos half out of their wits! What kind of bloke are ye anyhow?" The running figure shouted in a deep English brogue, punctuating his
shouts with a large hay fork he was wielding menacingly in his right hand as he ran.
"Here comes the Lady Lilian. Maybe she can make some sense of you and your fool questions." The farmer said, running into the road and waving at the approaching vehicle. With the hay fork waving around threateningly, Lance expected him to get run over.
The vehicle ground to a halt a few yards from where the farmer stood, and the reek of burning alcohol filled the air as the engine coughed several times and died.
Lance quickly lost interest in the vehicle as a lovely young lady dressed in a full length white gown, and white blouse with puffed sleeves, trimmed in lace. The blouse laced up the front with a draw-string. The young lady climbed down from the vehicle. Her gown was white cotton, and reached the ground. He glimpsed a slim ankle clad in white hose as she dismounted the contraption. The farmer ran to her, his mouth going a mile a minute.
"Lady Lilian! Lady Lilian, this gentleman has broke me fence, scared me Koos and left his contraption parked in me pasture an he keeps goin on aboot places I never heard of. You've got to talk to him and get him to move that thing outa me pasture, and make him pay for me busted fence." The farmer rambled on, trailing after the young lady as she walked around the ship, looking at it from all angles. She
studied it like it was a prize bull, judging its qualities from every aspect. When lance had just about decided she was a deaf mute, she spoke. Her voice was like the tinkle
of a thousand small silver bells. he couldn't believe such an exquisite creature could make such a beautiful sound.
"Quiet Jock! Be quiet and let me have a look, then we'll see what can be done."
She said in a calm musical voice that made Lance's heart skip a beat. Having been confined to the small cabin of his ship for nine months, and being a very healthy male animal, he was quick to observe her graceful movements, the deep green of her eyes, and the luster of her chestnut brown hair, which hung loosely over her shoulders. It was apparent to him, and he considered himself something of an expert
on the subject, that her breasts were large and firm. The loose fitting blouse, and its frilled front wasn't enough to hide the fact that they were quite large and moved
freely under the blouse. A light breeze blowing across the pasture caused her nipples to harden and stand out among the ruffles on the front of her blouse. "Quite a dish."
He thought to himself as his eyes followed the gentle sway of her hips. Even with the loose fitting gown it was apparent she had quite a figure.
Satisfied with her examination of the ship, she turned her attention to Lance and examined him with the same thoroughness. He felt like a farm animal being looked
over. All his good, and bad, points being ticked off on some mental list. She came to a stop in front of him, and their eyes met. He half way expected her to check his teeth.
They were all she hadn't checked.

"Maybe you can tell me where I am. This fellow hasn't been much help." Lance blurted out, as his eyes traveled from her green eyes to her toes, and back again.
"You're in the county of Bristo on the property of the Earl of Bristo, Sir Thomas. If you would be kind enough to move your vehicle off poor Jock's fence, you can park it in the field near the manor house, and we'll talk. I'll try to answer all your questions then." Without waiting for an answer, the Lady Lilian walked back to her vehicle, gave the crank a couple of healthy turns, boarded the little car, turned and drove back down the road in the direction she had come in a cloud of alcohol fumes. She didn't know why, but this stranger made her heart beat a little faster. She felt
slightly faint. perhaps it was the fumes from her motor car, but they never had that effect on her before. Strange she thought, tilting her head to one side as she remembered every aspect of the stranger. He was large. Much larger than any of the men of Bristo. Perhaps without that strange suit he wore, he would be quite handsome. She wondered about the suit. Maybe it was some kind of armor like the knights used to wear. She shrugged off that mystery and went back to the shocking red hair and the wide set blue-gray eyes. his feet. They were huge. She couldn't believe how large they were. Most men of the Counties wore about a size seven shoe.
Most women wore a four or five. This man's feet were twice as large. Maybe it was the feet for his armor. She shrugged away the mystery and turned down the land to the manor house.
This young man lit fires she didn't know she had. Being near him made her thighs tingle in a very pleasant way. She didn't understand what caused the sudden wetness in her groin. The sensation was completely new to her, but she liked it. Her father had invited a number of young men to the manor to try to capture her interest but none of them had any effect on her. She was indifferent to their presence, or left cold by them. Some of them tried to seduce her. This made her feel slightly ill. This one however, was a different story. She thought she may actually enjoy being
seduced by him.

He was taken aback by her appearance in the muslin gown and the backdrop of strong sunlight through the windows did nothing to steady his nerves. If anything the put him on edge something terrible. Sexual tension was already at an all time high and the lighting situation made them even worse.
"Do you like it?" She asked, spreading the skirt so it pressed against her thighs.
"We call this a house dress. It"s for use around the house. I hope you"ll find your suite comfortable." She said, as Lance almost choked with desire. She moved a step closer, placing herself directly between him and the light source, which revealed every last detail of her luscious body.
"I hope you will find your suite comfortable." What a body it was. She was female perfection. Every last curve designed to run a man mad.
Lance swallowed hard several times before he answered. "Y-Yes, thank you. After being confined to that small cabin for nine months, I find these accommodations so huge that I could almost get lost in them." He replied as his eyes
drank in every inch of what the light from behind her revealed. All kinds of thoughts raced through his mind. Did she know what she was doing? Did she realize the light
from behind her was rendering her virtually nude to him? But maybe these people had no taboos against nudity. After all, he knew nothing of their customs. Maybe she was a gift from her father to him. Maybe he would have his eyes gouged out for looking. The possibilities were endless.

On that black day in the month of May, we arose early, before dawn to prepare for the planting. It was a foggy morning. The fog was so heavy you could hardly see the
ground from the top of the castle walls.
Several of the serfs came to the gate to report that they had found a large metal cylinder about two hundred paces form the gate. They were frightened and wanted the
castle guard to investigate. Several men were dispatched to find out what the object was, but they failed to return.
As the fog began to lift three other large cylinders were sighted. Sir Sedric, upon learning of this, dispatched guards to investigate. They returned to report that they
could find no openings in any of the cylinders, but striking them produced a hollow sound.
An hour after sunrise Sir Sedric went to investigate. As he approached the cylinder nearest the gate, a large portal opened and a ramp extended from it to the ground. A
dozen or so very tall slim beings walked out on the ramp. Sir Sedric halted and waved a bowman forward. One of the beings on the ramp raised an object and pointed it at the
Earl. The Bowman, taking this move to be a threat to his master, loosed his arrow, striking the being in the chest. The remaining strangers pointed objects at the guards,
and several of them screamed and fell to the ground. The strangers rushed back inside the cylinder, dragging their wounded with them. The portal closed and several small
doors opened near the top of the cylinder, which was twice as tall as the castle walls, and a heavy yellow mist spread from them. All who breathed this mist fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

The two Voonan women were sent for, and allowed to observe. After they convinced
the old midwife that they were really women. Since they didn't look, nor dress much
different than the men, the midwife insisted they disrobe. This required Woklek's
presence to translate. He stood facing the wall while they complied hesitantly. Once the
midwife was satisfied, he left and they were permitted to witness the birth.
After the Voonan women had left, the old midwife came to Sir Sedric to report
what she had learned. "Me Lord you Ain't goin to believe this, but them things don't
have babies. They lay aigs!"
During the next few weeks many of the Voonan guards died. Then one day a large
cylinder came and all the Voonan entered it and left.
"We have seen none of them since that day." Lilian explained, looking up from
the journal, and slowly closing it. "We suspect they all died of the fever. The rest of
the journal is my family's history, and I'm to tired to go on." She yawned and stood,
Preparing to leave. He had to do something. Anything to delay her. He wanted so
badly to speak with her, but had no idea what to say.

At first he thought he had opened his door to an angel. An angel straight from
heaven. A nude angel. Why would any god torture a man this way. Then his sleep
fogged mind cleared and he recognized her. It was Lady Lilian. But what was she
wearing. Almost wearing. The light had to be playing tricks with his vision. He
couldn't possibly be seeing what he thought. Was this a dream? Was he asleep?

"I wish to speak to you of a private matter father." She answered, bowing her
head, recovering somewhat from whatever brought her.
"About the young man?" Sir Thomas ventured. He figured if he left them alone
together something may happen. He hadn?t counted on Lance?s iron will, nor
Lilian?s lack of knowledge foiling his plans. He just wanted an heir. By law, Lilian
couldn?t inherit which would leave his estates to his brother. That wouldn?t do. His
daughter had to have a place. He knew what his brother would do. Marry her off as
soon as possible to get her out of the way.
"Yes, but how did you know?" Lilian asked a little surprised.
"I wish your mother had lived to tell you of these things." Sir Thomas said, with
anguish in his voice. "I'll do my best to answer your questions and advise you.
You're a very attractive young woman, and now you find yourself attracted to this
young man you have only just met. Right."
"I don't know father. When I'm in his company I do foolish things and feel ill at
ease." Lilian confessed, diverting her eyes as color rose in her cheeks. "But when
I'm not with him, I have a strong desire to seek him out." She added. She was
suddenly so overcome with desire she could barely stand.

"No mam! I'm not getting in that thing!" Harry said, shaking his head and
backing away as Lilian tugged at his arm.
"You wouldn't want me to go off without you, and maybe get hurt, would you?"
Lilian argued as Harry slowly lost ground.
"No mam, but I'm scared of that thing." Harry answered in a whining voice, with
a white face. He admired its sleek lines but it made him feel like his belly was in his
throat every time he thought of the strange movements of the craft.
"I wouldn't go in it if it wasn't safe, would I?" Lilian argued.
"N-No, I guess not." Harry admitted, as Sir Thomas stood by holding his aching
head with one hand while laughing as he fended off Bruce with the other. Bruce was
clinging to his master for protection, knowing full well he would be next on Lillian's
list.

After three hours of tossing and turning, Lilian wrapped her cape around her
nude body and tiptoed down the hall to Lance's door, quietly opened it, she slipped
inside and bolted the door securely behind her. She let the cape fall off her shoulders
and quietly slipped into bed beside him.
"OH GEEZ!" Lance exclaimed as her nude body pressed against him. "You
better have a birth control tab." He commented as he quickly retrieved one from his
med kit. He placed it on her belly and explained what it was for in a shaky voice as
he paused over her. Her body withered and arched upward to make contact with his.
She was a raging fire and only he could quench the flames.
Its all so wonderful," she thought as she drifted off to sleep "He loves me. Could I
possibly ask for more." She hugged him tightly to her and drifted off to sleep,
"GEEZ!!" Was all Lance could say as she satisfied herself in positions he hadn't
thought possible. Free fall made them possible but he still had trouble believing some
of the things she did. She finally ceased her frantic activity.

"Vicar, do you suppose you could perform another ceremony this morning?" Sir
Thomas asked.
"Certainly sir, if I might have another draft of that fine wine you have been so
generous with." The Vicar replied with a bow he almost failed to recover from. He
was already well into his cups, as the British say. So much so that he wasn't to sure
who was marrying whom.
"Help your self." Sir Thomas invited, then in a low voice to Lance added. "I think
the Vicar's sloshed."
There was little doubt of that as he started the ceremony, facing the wrong way.
The huge desk had been moved and the services were being conducted in front of the
fireplace. He had almost wed the fire irons before he realized his mistake and turned
about to face the young couple. His voice was so slurred that the words were hard to
understand.
Harry and Angela were wed and the fact recorded, but the Vicar's voice became
so slurred by the end of the ceremony that the witnesses were having trouble
figuring out who married who. It was a toss up between Harry and Angela, or the
wine bottle and goblet. They took it for granted that the former were married and
the latter were to be re filled. They were refilled a number of times by the time the
festivities were concluded.
At the end of the official ceremony the Vicar toasted everyone, including the
Earls coat on the rack by the door, then quietly slid beneath the alter, only to rise a
few minutes later to pronounce the brace of candle sticks man and wife, then pitch
forward into the floor.
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Lance grew up in my mind as a gangling, clumsy kid. Curious about everything that flew. His parents, hard working farm folks had little time for such things.
Poor Lance had the flying fever. Problem was the family budget wouldn't stretch far enough to cover the cost of lessons. His family looked upon his desires as a (Flight of fancy) and dismissed them.
Lance worked at every odd job he could find, and does his chores on the family farm, to cover the expense of Flight training. Along the way he got introduced to sex at a very early age. Being rather large for his age he was taken to be much older than he really was, so at the tender age of 14 he gets seduced by a female flight instructor. This seduction sets course for his life. Throughout his training he has women after him. His odd jobs, his instructors daughters and wives. The poor guy can't get a minutes peace without someone trying to give him a piece.
The legend of his sexual powers grow as his training advances. By the time he is flying Earth to Moon cargo ships his reputation is preceeding him. He is large, six foot four, and has a very athletic build, thanks to all the training he has undergone getting to where he is. He wears a size 14 shoe and all the women want to know if he has equipment to match the shoe size. He finally has to accept a job as a test pilot to escape all the women. The only time he has any peace, or someone isn't trying to give him a piece is when he's off on a test mission.
That faitful day when he undertakes the mission to Voona is when his world unravels. The lovely Lilian is so tempting and he wants so badly for his mission to be a success but she keeps getting in the way. She literally rubs his nose in it.
These ideas, as you may guess, came from my imagination, not experience. This poor old boy couldn't catch a woman with a mouse trap. My wife is the only one who ever showed any interest and I don't know what her attraction is but it has lasted for 39 years so far

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