Two of Hearts  

rm_sharksnsails 47M
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6/16/2006 3:14 am

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Two of Hearts


Two of Hearts

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Tren woke up an hour before Mark, as usual, and slapped the annoying but effective alarm clock, to activate it's "snooze" mode. No alarm clock where she came from had a snooze button (people woke when their chamber lights came up, as programmed), and Mark was quite amused the first time he caught her exploring this common feature, of a common device. She explored it like a child, full of wonder, as she did many things, and it was this aspect about her that he loved as much as any. Her child-like ways and her genteel nature, her natural grace and confidence as if she was a child who had never known fear. She never realized that he had not fully bought the story that she was raised in a fundamentalist english speaking household from far northern Siberia; and when she gave the excuse it came off quite like the comic characters of an old television show he remembered where the aliens, when pressed would say " We come from France". She knew that he sensed all the things she kept from him, but she also knew he felt all the things she gave to him, deeper truths that exist far beyond locations, technologies and heritage. She gave a part of herself as universal and timeless as the stars and; at night, under those very stars from which she came, she knew he felt her melt into him, much as her tears would melt into his sweat covered and muscular chest sometimes after long and strenuos coupling led to intimate and tender snuggling. They would role down her delicate cheek unwitnessed and felt by only her. Someday she would have to return. Someday would wait.
====This was a happy morning after a wonderful night! A perfect morning except "this silly alarm clock" which, guaging by the sun had woke her at the correct time, but was malfunctioning severly in the display such that the hours and minutes were completly unreadable. "Oh well" she thought happily, "A great excuse to by a new one..." maybe the Mickey Mouse one she had been looking at from the local Super-Store she considered. "They would well match my pajamas" she smilled to herself as she pulled on the pajama bottoms and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Where she came from this whole hygenic procedure was handled with far greater efficiency and speed, but such devices were decades from the technological prowess of this worlds best scientist and she smnirked to herself as she squeezed the goo from the tube onto her pink "tooth-brush". She liked the way it tasted and made her mouth feel. "Mouth wash" On the other hand was a wholly different story.
+++ Looking over at the mouth wash she saw a curiosity that was so intreguing as to cause her to stop moving the brush in her mouth entirely, then she spit, and rinsed then dropped, nearly throwing the brush altogether. She recognized the bottle, she recognized the lable. But as she picked up the mouthwash that she had been using for weeks, complete with teethmarks on the cap from where she had tried, to open it the second day they got it (she was twisting it the wrong way, "Lefty Loosey" she remembered. The writing, the writing was all messed up, and unreadable. Completely .... alien. She grabbed the toothpaste, same alien writing. Everything in the bathroom, same. She grabbed the hand towell and whiped her hands and mouth, then uncharacteristically threw it down on the counter, and ran into the living room, grabing the remote. She paused a second the turned on the T.V. taking only a moments notice of the alien writing on her remote (the power button was still the big red one on the right). The TV came on and the "talking head" giving the morning news was speaking jiberish, and the writing was alien as well. She knew that some how, here learning had been taken from her, "turned off" and the prospect freightened her greatly. More than she had ever been freightened in her life. Then funny noises from the bedroom, terrible noises, his voice... but alien words. "It's his voice" she thought with tears streaming down her cheeks, and her delay in answering him had caused him to rush into the livingroom finding her nearly collapsed against the sofa. ...........

rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/16/2006 3:18 am

She looked up into his blue eyes and said, in a freightend and almost pleading voice.. "Zinali! kyptnali! nali nali nali....." He loked at her with confusion and fear, as funny as these words might have been, as cute if he had not worried about her fear, now he was genuinly and to a far greater degree concerned for what they meant, and frustrated by his own lack of understanding. "What does that mean Tren?" He asked, but she only heard "fish book arc not!" She slowed down and spoke louder "Zi! tredos krypt nali! nali coo mek krypt je TRENALI!!!"
(Look! no words keep nothing.... nothing my mind keeps, it's IMPORTANT!). But he only understood the last word (he thought) "Trenali?" he replied... "Trenali" she confirmed. "Your full name is something something something Trenali?" he asked touching her chest. But what she heard roughly translated meant that "something very very very bad would happen to her if she left the house", though she knew that he didn't mean this (she hoped) the confusion continued to freighten her more. She also knew that this may mean that the day she had to leave had come, or that something "important" had happened to the colony of tribes, her people were in "important" danger. "Trenali," she repeated, tears streaming, eyes searching his for comprehension, which though they were full of, she knew it was a false comprhension as he quietly echoed, nodding "trenali". She collapsed into his chest as countless tears streamed from her and poured like all the water she had never wasted onto the carpet beneath her. "trenali" she thought to herself.


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/16/2006 3:21 am

aaaarrrrrgggg I accidentaly deleted a great page....
aaaarrrghhhh


PrincessKarma 45F
6188 posts
6/16/2006 7:19 am

AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!! *THWAP!*

And I was enjoying it so much, too!

Oh, well... *HUG* it happens to everyone at some point.

*goes to the kitchen and makes some more popcorn*

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/16/2006 5:35 pm

let me see if I can remember it.....

Mark held Tren is his strong arms, playing the agelss role of protector, and instinct learned from years of cultural indoctrination about what a man should be. In his heart he was one hundred ten percent sure of his love for Tren.
+++ Sinnce they had met, he had this feeling that Tren, or "Tren-Ali", was not from an english speaking fundamentalist colony in Northern Siberia. His fear that she was in a lot bigger trouble than all that. About two weeks ago, he had picked up a call, while finishing the last of a penut butter and jelly sandwich that they were sharing, and heard a strange voice. It was Tren's first PB&J, so she was having a harder time with the sticky penut butter, but even Mark was slow to be able to get out words, so, during the pause the man on the other end spoke first. Well, first there were a quick series of odd sounds then abruptly the man on the other end spoke "Trenali", not as if asking but as if stating, then hung up. He had suspected something odd then. "Ali" is a common Muslim name. If there was a "fundamentalist sect in upper Siberia, they were probably Muslim. That made much better sense. And that means they probably didn't speak english, or have a lot of the basic things Americans take for granted, like stuffed animals. That much settled, there was the matter of the odd noises, and the oddness of the call, and that Tren had appearantly forgotton all her English.
+++++ "It was a pretty hard knock she took last night" he thought to himself, remembering how in changing position during last night's frolicking they got twisted around funny, lost their balance and fell, Mark completely off the bed with rug burned shoulder to show for it, and Tren hitting the head bord hard enough to knock some people cold. After a second's pause though, she began laughing, and didn't stop until tears were coming out of their eyes from laughing, and their sides hurt. They pulled apart and Tren pointed to the bathroom, Mark understood. So as he sat back into the couch he continued to comprehend the meaning of what was happening. "That sound was some kind of key, to some kind of programing, and whoever had called had been seeking to somehow "activate" that program which for some reason included not speaking english?" then a pause, "hmmmm." with resolution he understood. "She is a Russian sleeper agent." he concluded and it all made sense. "What was her mission? Did she have a gun?" he wondered his mind filled with terrible ideas while she was in the bathroom such that by the time she got back, his first words were not comfort but interrogation...
+++="Tren-Ali" he spoke in a serious tone, "You must tell me, are you a Russian sleeper agent?" But she understood none of this, except her name at the beginning, and the tears poured once more from her eyes such that Mark was compelled to rethink how he had just spoke to her in her obvious time of crises. He felt bad. He got up and hugged her again, feeling the strength slowly fatiguing from her body being replaced by fear and despair. As he held her, and held her up, he consider what his next move should be, now that he knew his girl was a Russian sleeper agent.


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/17/2006 5:02 pm

Thanks Dys,
I'll be spending it watching another wonderful gulf coast sunset, moon rise (its in its wanning half) and sunrise.
anyway, thanks agin,
happiness and peace,
aaron


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/17/2006 5:05 pm

here is the original form (unedited of the previous page...)

Mark was not so wrong for thinking that it was her name "Trenali" it was, after all, her name. And he had heard it once before, about two weeks ago, a strange man had called. When Mark picked up the phone he had been in the middle of eating a penut butter and jelly sandwich (rather, the other half of Tren's "first PB and J" that she insisted that they share) and while hurrying to swollow left a moment of silence on the phone during which he heard brief strange sounds, then a voice that said "trenali". He didn't mention it to Tren, but had suspicions that the man knew her. It was, however, but one of a great many mysteries about Tren that were only vague questions in his mind.
+++He held her and she sobbed. He stroked her dark hair and she clutched him nearly digging in her fingernails holding him so tightly. In an entire planet of wonders to behold, he was what she would miss the most. Her thoughts ranged from meloncholy to irrational, as she considered not going back, or sneaking him on the transport home. None of her ideas were realistic. There were dreams that could not be. He gave her - her first teddy bear, bought her first milk shake, saved her from her first ocean wave, introduced her to sunblock, even as these thoughts warmed her, they reminded her it was over now.
++++Pulling herself together, she realized she must contact her group leader, and find out what was happening, why she was being recalled early, and why like this. She pulled away from himsniffed, and wiped her face with her hand, than put her hand up in a universal way that meant "stay". Her eyes now very serious, He complied. She grabbed her purse and went into the bathroom, pulling out a small device cleverly concealed as an everyday item she atempted to make contact with her leader, any one else in the group, and working her way up the chain of command, it did not take her long to figure out that she was "cut off".
++++Mark sat trying to piece together what had happened, and how he could help. It was obvious that she could no longer speak English, he had always figured that there were no English speaking fundamentalists in Siberia, so she was now stuck speaking her native Siberian somehow. How had she forgotten a language they had been using so easily just last night? Maybe some type of amnesia. Maybe she was a communist "sleeper agent", that would explain the call, he had seen a movie like that once.... "and, after all" he remembered aloud "she did hit here head hard on the head-board last night." (an accident stemming from a clumsy attempt at a new position) "it was a loud knock and probably real painful..." he smiled a little at remembering her outrageous laughter following the "fore-pas" as it came to be known to them his mind drawing comfort at how this explaination seem to make more and more things fit into place. "What if she has a gun?" he continued to himself, "what is her mission?"
++++ She returned from the bathroom, and he began to interrogate her.
"Tren, I need to know if you are a Russian sleeper agent..." but she understood none of this and began crying again....... which he took as a "maybe yes".... as he held her sobbing mass, he continued to think to himself about the best way to handle finding out your girlfriend is a Russian sleeper agent.


PrincessKarma 45F
6188 posts
6/18/2006 9:26 pm

Happy Father's Day, Darlin' *smooch smooch HUG snuggle gropegropegrope*

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma


keithcancook 61M
18125 posts
6/18/2006 11:48 pm

I liked the new language that you created...

Blog On!


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/19/2006 1:15 am

Thanks PK, *smooch hug

Keith,,, super thanks, I don't know what impulse drove me to it, but I just felt like I needed to write a book. lol

mekt solea krypdose ( I will continue to blog on!)

sharks


keithcancook 61M
18125 posts
6/19/2006 9:31 am

I want a copy of the first translation dictionary for English, please.


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/19/2006 5:03 pm

Thanks Keith, I appreciate the encouragement.
zimaktzi je trenali
"live long and prosper" (or, literally "see millions of things, and be important")

lol
sharks


keithcancook 61M
18125 posts
6/21/2006 8:44 pm

Are you certain about that translation? It looks like cursing to me...


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/22/2006 11:51 pm

lol keith, sorry about the empty nest....
my heart is with you in that regard.
we could start sgt. peppers lonely dad club band.


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