Destiny's Choice is an original work of fiction, a science fiction thriller of novel length with uber qualities. The plot is layered with romance, political intrigue, sex, and violence. At times the drama can be intense. Enjoy. Once completed I hope to find a publisher. I appreciate comments good and bad, especially if they are constructive.
Chapter 5: Preparations
checked her reflection in the mirror. Taking her comb, she moved a pinwheel
curl of hair two millimeters forward on her left cheek. Like a 1920s flapper
with their then scandalous bobs, she intended to capture the same effect, sultry
and dangerous. She took the lip pencil and applied a gloss of shocking red.
She applied black and tan highlights to her eyelids. Like a tiger, she playfully
purred a growled.
"More definition." Protein enhanced mascara instantly thickened her
wispy lashes. A little pancake, rouge, she cocked her head left, then right.
down, his hands ran along the smooth bodice of her flesh-toned slip and then
intertwined around her abdomen. His lips tasted the nape of her neck. Pulling,
he drew her up into his arms; he kissed her, long and hard.
one foxy lady." His hand brushed then tweaked her nipples. "Why don't
we just stay here? Pick up where we left off when that damned alarm interrupted
us. Finish our celebration.
can't," she muttered between the thrusts of his tongue, each a prelude
to what they wanted. "What will Christine think?" She fought her rising
married. She understands conjugal desires."
the way we've been acting, she probably thinks we're some kind of silly newlyweds."
tell you the truth, I feel like a newlywed. I'm going to be a father, and you're
going to be my little mother. One more time,
I want you," she gulped, not really giving in, just doing what came all
thought you two had fallen into a black hole," greeted Christine when the
pair, each entwined in the other's arms, came down the stairs. She closed Hayley's
book and placed it on the smoke coffee table. She wore a smirk. "Another
successful Sharpleton-Genetti merger?"
his gray jacket, Bruce coughed, but then grinned broadly. "Just helping
my wife with her dress."
enjoyable task I'm sure." Christine did not hide her envy as she stood.
flattened palms of her hands, Delores smoothed the ebony fabric hugging her
curving frame. "Good God, Christine! I'm only two months along."
you look ravishing—very easy on the eyes. Bruce, I've always said it. You are
the luckiest man I know."
I am," Bruce agreed eagerly. He locked his wife's hand in his own. "Well,
are we ready?"
and willing," Christine replied. Keeping Delores and Bruce in view, she
followed her hosts from their apartment.
the citizens of the United Galactic Confederation, in order to form a more perfect
union among the inhabitants of the Terran solar system, which we call Sol, the
worlds colonized under the guidance of the United Galactic Confederation, and
other worlds we might discover and who might seek to join with us in alliance,
establish an interplanetary system of justice, provide for the common defense
from internal turmoil and external dangers, promote—"
right, Doctor." The stage technician gestured from his controls in the
wing. He walked out onto the stage. "The calibrators will have no problem
adjusting to your vocal qualities. You're familiar with the remote wand?"
at the small control stick in her hand. Those in the classrooms and lecture
halls were similar. "Yes," she replied.
Genetti!" Dr. Florenzo Miranda, corpulent and balding, appeared from the
right wing and crossed quickly. "You look fabulous," he gushed, engulfing
her smaller hand with his. "Are you set?"
think so." Hayley wetted her lips.
you need anything?"
water, perhaps," she replied with a calmness that came from knowing her
right up," the technician piped before leaving.
with the theater's automated controls?"
Hayley followed Miranda back to the podium.
lights shone down on them. They were warm and intensified the longer they stood
within their beam. Hayley looked for the stage's shadows.
didn't seem to notice as he kept up a monologue of small talk. "You know,
I'm really looking forward to your talk. I enjoyed your book. Insightful, a
good piece of academia, as well as, entertaining. Characteristics your grandmother
had as well. A damn good historian she was. How many Pulitzers and Herodotus
Purses did she win? It had to be more than a dozen. You should send Where
No Man Has Gone Before to the University Critics' Board. You would have
a good chance of carrying on your grandmother'
you are," the technician interrupted the dean's discourse and set a small
table to the right of the podium. On top of the table, he placed half liter
bottle of water. "Is there anything else?" He didn't wait for an answer.
"No, thank you, Ben."
"The house is ready to open the doors. If you'll come with me, I'll show
you where you can wait. We'll be dimming the lights in about fifteen minutes."
Miranda and Ben stage left. They stopped just short of his control panel. "After
the house lights dim, Dr. Miranda, you'll make your entrance through there."
He pointed to the opening through which they had come. "The theatre's VAS
will hit you with the automated spots as you step onto the stage. Dr. Genetti,
you'll do the same. A spot will stay on you throughout the presentation.
"Mom!" She managed a tepid smile. "Delores."
not wearing the dress you bought last night. Stubborn to the end." Delores
waved a disapproving index finger in jest.
. . . Governor Pro Temp." Miranda shook the hands of the two women.
"So nice to see you."
"Doctor," they greeted him.
"I think we're in for a real treat. With a background like Hayley's, such
distinguished orators, her talk will be one of the finest ever."
course she will," her mother gushed. "We expect no less. Dad sends
his best wishes."
does Bruce," Delores smiled.
are they?" asked Hayley.
holding our seats in the auditorium," Delores answered. "Dad's talking
Stone," said Delores.
governor general's new chief of staff?" Miranda puffed his chest.
"She came?" Hayley croaked. "The governor general's chief of
says she has nothing better to do," Delores grinned at Hayley.
the technician poked his head around the corner.
should be going," her mother urged.
me," Hayley gulped and ran.
Hayley was hanging onto the rim of the ivory commode when Delores found her. With sympathy, she entered the stall and knelt. She wiped the frowning brow with a towel she had pulled from a dispenser.
"Why me?" Hayley blinked back tears. "I'm a damn good teacher.
I speak in front of my classes with no problem."
Hayley." Delores helped Hayley stand. She guided Hayley over to a basin
where Hayley washed her mouth out with water. "You know I saw Carla Elberly
on the net a couple weeks ago." Delores knew Hayley enjoyed Elberly's fine
classical voice. "She says she gets sick before every performance. Then
she goes out on stage and just knocks her audience dead. You're the same way.
Remember how you were before you gave the valedictory address at the Academy
commencement, and then for your class here at the university. Even when you
were ten and had to speak before the Martian Historical Society on the paper
you wrote with Grandma. You've always had a nervous stomach. It's nothing to
be ashamed of. Even I get nervous before making a speech."
I just pace," Delores laughed.
to the bathroom opened. Their mother appeared. "Darling?"
pulled a towel from the dispenser and moistened it. "Wipe your face, Darling.
You were supposed to go on five minutes ago."
Hayley moaned. She rested the towel against her face. "Are you sure I wasn't
switched at birth?"
always wondered where those green eyes came from," teased Delores.
"I'm quite sure you're my daughter," her mother laughed. "My
mother, Grandma had green eyes."
Delores pulled a few make-up supplies from her purse.
do you have a mint or something?" Hayley stood motionless as Delores covered
the damage her illness had caused.
She handed Hayley a thin white wafer.
knocked loudly on the door. "Are you coming?" Ben's perturbed voice
shot through the barrier. "We're ten minutes late!"
on our way," Delores called back. "Impatient twit!" she added
under her breath.
it, Darling. The Genetti smile. Let everyone see it and you'll do fine."
Her mother gently tossed the paper towel in the trash and guided her back out
into the corridor leading from the stage, towards her slaughter.
with resignation. "That's if I don't get sick again."
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