After the horrid months of January thru May, my wife is taking a well-deserved vacation at Key West. As an uxorious person, it is likely I shall begin to lose my mind almost immediately. I’m trying to slam out parts 3-6 as fast as I can, as I’ll be insane in a few days and ‘prolly delete whatever posts I make.

Below, after Graf’s confusion and uncertainty, Pai, now whole, attempts to physically and mentally comfort him. There is still leeriness on his part, but I think things get better. I’ve heard it said that “in freefall, doggie-style and reverse-cowgirl are the same thing.”

A “housewife plug-in.” Dang, but that would be useful.

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“I love you, Graf,” she said, her hand onto his as he was about to push himself up out of the chair.  “Five percent is still five percent.  Those memories and feelings are cascading through me right now.  I am so happy for them!”

She leaned close.  “I, Pai Mendro, love you.  I want to be your wife.” Her mouth just parted.

He was not falling for this a second time.

“So you’re saying whoever the hell you,” he gestured at her, leaning away from her face, “are, is some bigger version of who…who… over the last two days…”

“I know this is difficult for you, Graf, my Intended, but to answer your question simply?  Yes.” Sensing pushing was not good right now, she also leaned back.  “At dinner, I told you of my mother and father.  I told you my nature.  You looked at this form and, properly, assumed this is it.  No.  I am one of handful of people on and off this planet who can change worlds.  I asked for you to help me.  Shall I ask again?”

“People!” he spat, finally standing and moving toward the closed door.  “I have no idea what you are!  What is going on!”

“I am your wife, pending ceremony, of course,” was her quiet reply, eyes down.

“Dammit!” he punched the door, hard.  Then stilled himself.  Time passed.

“I feel like I’ve been lied to, Pai,” he allowed.

“I understand.  Such was never my intent.” Her trademark smile finally came back.  “A part of me agreed to marry you.  A part of me is still smarter than all of you, so I shall abide by that.  I am your Intended.  I shall be your wife.”

She stood and walked over to him, pausing just inches away.

“It…I admit, it is nothing that has been done before,” she said, staring up with love in her marvelous eyes.  “Perhaps I should build a fusion reactor just to make a mortal body, like Henge?  Oh, Mom says she won’t let me.  Dang.  Well, then, I guess you and I will be something new.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means what it means:  we are doing something never done before.” She lifted her hands to him.  “But I shall love, honor, and obey you.”

He took her hands, and immediately had a thought…

“Yes, you may continue to have sexual intercourse with this body.  But,” she gripped his tighter, “I have such wonders to show you!”

“Beloved wife,” he sighed.

“Beloved husband!” she cried.

She led him back and they re-sat.  As Graf was reaching for the seatbelt, Pai stopped him with a hand on his. 

“Mister Lovos?  A request.” She can talk like a radio?  “Yes, Graf.  Sorry, Midshipman.  Straight up to one hundred and twenty klicks for fifteen minutes.  Yes.  My man and I have personal business.  Not at all.  Thank you.”

“What do you mean…whuff!” He was slammed down in his chair so hard he couldn’t breathe.  Then the pressure was gone and he floated up.  Disoriented.  “I feel like I’m falling!”

“It’s called freefall for a reason, Intended,” she replied, unzipping her coveralls and pushing them to her ankles.  “I am not marrying a space-virgin.  Take your pants off.”

“Did… didn’t you introduce yourself as serving in the Russian space navy?” He paused with his belt as he looked out the curvature of the Earth under them.

“Yes.  One of my many roles.  I need to load a housewife plug-in that I may serve you better.  Are you taking your pants off or not?”