When Relatives Come to Visit...

Sandy Bell-Uljanov was glad to hear that Aunt Agatha's proper name was Tupper-Ware and not Tupperware for she was positive that she couldn't keep a straight face if her husband's aunt was named after a plastic storage container she used to keep her lunch in as an undergrad when the old woman focused Sandy's attention by saying, "Where was I? Oh, yes. You used to be a soldier yourself, Sandy. Which branch did you serve? I bet that you designed your military career better than Volodja and actually went into Military Staff Service!"

Suddenly Sandy felt like she was an EMC soldier again carefully making her way through a minefield and although this one was verbal instead of physical it could end in an explosion just as great as any she had seen in the Pale Wars so Sandy picked her next words carefully, "Yes M'am, I was in the EMC army. The Pale Wars were just starting, I had just graduated with my Master's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Like so many Americans of my age at that time, I was feeling the patriotic fervor and joined up. Because of my degree, they put me in Officer's Training School and I figured they would put me with the Army Engineers when I graduated as a new Lieutenant. Then the Votans hit us hard that first year of the war and we lost a lot of front-line officers in the Votan push all over the then-United States, sooooo... when EMC Command asked me where I wished to go, I volunteered for the front for that was where I felt I was most needed by my country and that's where EMC Command put me."

Sandy shrugged noncommittally as to whether that was a good personal choice or not going on telling her story, "I got my own squad, earned a gold star and a near-fatal wound leading a maybe foolish charge waving our flag up a hill we needed to take at the time and took, was made a Captain because of it, given a Black Ops mission where instead of dying was put in a kind of time-stopping stasis where I slept out the rest of the Pale Wars and then some from which the Protectors eventually awoke me and which is where and when I first met Volodja... and the rest, as they say, is history."

Sandy shook her head as if to shake out the bad memories of the war and the friends she lost there before narrowing her blue eyes and leaning towards the old woman, "Please hear what I say Lady Tupperware, before war was declared all I wanted to do was to get some sweet teaching job in a west coast university earning tenure and going off and scoring some novelty waves on the weekends. Taking an assault rifle and shooting people before they shot me was the last thing I had in mind as a twenty-two year old woman fresh out of grad school but the Votans were after my home and my family and... they were winning. Furthermore, the Votans not just only wanted to destroy my American way of life but with their terraforming wanted to even make my world unrecognizable as they made the planet a copy of their own. So, no regrets! I did what I did then and I'd do it again, even if I knew the result to me personally would end the same."

Sandy took a breath leaning back into her chair as she observed, "I heard it was even worse in Europe. Knowing Volodja as I do, I bet he felt similarly but on a world-wide scale. I've never known a man with such a love for all of Earth's literature, music and art. Indeed, Volodja is the most cultured and refined man I have ever met," Then adding with a grin on her pretty tan face before continuing on in a serious vein, "And this from a woman who went to more than her share of university faculty parties. Still this man - this cultured and refined man who probably would have enjoyed just being somewhere quiet to read his books, listen to his music, or enjoy his art - this man took on not only the most dangerous but most important job the military has to offer as a scout probably saving countless lives in doing so. Being often alone and without backup, military scouts have a high mortality rate but the Military Command Staff couldn't be successful without the intelligence the scouts provide. Sorry to get on my soapbox M'am, but I not only love Volodja with all my heart but respect the man for his sacrifices for the common good, for you see: Volodja's still looking out for all of us as a Protector and I guess... so am I."

Sandy grimaced waiting for what she was sure would be the inevitable verbal backlash and stern lecture about being rude to your betters from Aunt Agatha.

Sitting by the counter enabled Volodja to have most of the Mess Hall in his field of perception and seeing Sandy's somewhat excited act and then how Aunt Agtaha's mouth got crooked in a manner he was familiar with (resembling a crumpled grocery bag or a certain hole, drawn by the great late American writer Kurt Vonnegut) and which didn't promised anything good, he knew that he had to create a distraction manoeuvre and gallantly draw the fire to himself.



"I'll leave you to discuss further details of your gentlemen agreement. An urgent family matter, so if you excuse me...And if you excuse me for doing THIS..." His eyes flashed because he had a sudden idea how to lighten the impact of the strike, and he relocated some of the finest samples of Ralph's pâté from one plate to another to offer them to the fire bursting dragon.

"Here I am," he announced, placing Agatha's cocktail and the pâté plate in front of her. "You should try THESE, Aunt, before getting more acquainted with my wife. After all - you have a tiresome trip behind you." Aunt Agatha hesitated but the aroma and looks of the offering were...irresistible so she reached out her hand with the fork and had a careful pre-taste, ready to print and publish a negative review right away. But feeling the taste on her tongue made Aunt Agatha reconsider that idea and she took another bite. Bigger this time. Mmmmm.....

"She can't preach when her mouth is full of Ralph's finest pâté," Volodja explained quietly to Sandy. "She would consider speaking with full mouth a rude habit despite the fact of being a bit stern when she doesn't eating or sleeping. I only delayed the possible burst in open space to spare innocents, so we should be aware from now on. She is going to strike back, that's for sure."

"Exquisite," announced Aunt Agatha, after her swallowed tongue regretfully stopped stalking the pâté piece on it's way into her stomach and returned to it's original place behind Aunt Agatha's sharp fangs. Then she had another mouthful of pure enjoyment. And then another one. The lecture could wait but the pâté couldn't.

"Congratulations!" whispered Volodja. "We have a truce! Unstable, but it's still a truce."

As Lady Christianna and Atticus Batman enjoyed a shower as well as some much needed "couple-time," Lena Marr and eleven year-old Micfi Newlo entered Fortress Kshaa's crowded mess hall. Micfi's comrade-in-arms from when they were both Inquisitor initiates, Misor Chiph, had just accepted becoming Ralph the Cook's apprentice when Chiph spotted her enter with the older Castithan woman. A big smile crossed his alabaster face as he begged his leave from Ralph then hurried to where the two women had taken residence at an empty table.

"Hi Micfi!" Greeted twelve-year-old Chiph as he looked lovingly at her with devoted pale yellow eyes, "I'm really glad you are still here. Guess what? Ralph over there has agreed to take me on in the kitchen so I can make you whatever meal you might want when you want? Isn't that great?"

Subject to suggestion, Micfi's stomach growled and she unconsciously licked her thin lips but then Micfi remembered her Shanje Liro training saying impassively as she held palm forward one chalk white hand, "You forget your standing Mr. Chiph. A lower caste Castithan should never approach a ruling caste female without first asking permission. Besides... I'm still mad at you!"

Chiph sighed ignoring the slight about his lower caste ranking but shook his head before saying, "I'm not going to say I'm sorry because you wanted me to shoot Commander Batman for no reason other than to make you happy and although I truly love you and want to make you happy I'll kill no person without good reason. I have to draw the line somewhere or I'm not worthy of you ever returning my love."

Raising her small alabaster nose into the air, Micfi dictated with an air of royalty, "Your caste status has already drawn that line Mr. Chiph!"

Chiph desperately wanted to say, "That's not what you said last night Micfi," but passive-aggressive behavior was just not in his nature so he didn't. Instead, he turned on his heel and walked with his head held high back behind the counter. Once there he took direction from Ralph the Cook in preparing orders from the growing lunch crowd. Micfi's impassivity dissolved as she frowned watching Chiph's back with tearing gold eyes and a slightly quivering lower lip.

"Whoa Kiddo, nice high-and-mighty attitude but take it from me whose-been-around-that-particular-block-a time-or-two you can only reject a guy so many times before he'll get tired and won't come back," Lena said with a wicked grin while putting her chalk white hand on top of Micfi's in a comforting manner.

Holding back her tears, the young Castithan girl asked Lena afraid of what she might answer, "Do you think he'll try again or have I chased him away for good?"

Lena stared at Micfi with her eerie unblinking sky blue eyes before saying cheerfully, "NAWWWW, guys who look at gals like Chiph looks at you have got it bad! He'll try again but he's got pride too so I can't say how many times," Then Lena's stomach growled too and she looked hungrily at the lunch counter adding, "Although I wish you hadn't chased him away this time before I got my food order in!"





"Exquisite," Announced Aunt Agatha at a nearby table, after her swallowed tongue regretfully stopped stalking the pâté piece on it's way into her stomach and returned to it's original place behind Aunt Agatha's sharp fangs. Then she had another mouthful of pure enjoyment. And then another one. The lecture could wait but the pâté couldn't.

"Congratulations!" whispered Volodja Uljanov. "We have a truce! Unstable, but it's still a truce."

"I'm not sure I want a truce," Sandy Bell-Uljanov growled to Volodja in a low tone ready to reenact the charge of the Light Brigade in 1854 despite the result of certain defeat then asked, "What does this... woman... want? Why has she come all this way - other than to torment my husband, which I'm not going to stand for?"

Their teenage daughter, Jalina Uljanov, was somewhat both empathetic and precognisant due to her odd origin although both those abilities were sporadic at best. However, Jalina could feel the tensions at the table and where the conversation might head if it continued unabated so as if channeling her mother Jalina queried with a shy smile,"So Aunt Agatha - you don't mind me calling you Aunt Agatha, do you, as we are now related if only by law and I do so love having a wise elder - so Aunt Agatha, what brings you out here to what I'm sure your sophisticated circle would consider the wilderness? I would be shocked if you said you were just passing by for a busy lady such as yourself must have a purpose to come way out here to the Bay Area."

"Oooooh, if you are just vacationing, may I suggest the holo-suites at this facility," The Synth Sister Whitney beamed cheerfulness as she tried to be helpful by continuing, "You can visit all over the world and even off it in a holo-suite and never have to worry about survival. Or if you get homesick, you can even go to your home city in the blink of an eye. I myself often go to Synth City, but I warn you if you go there be sure to bring your mittens for its frightfully cold," Whitney laughed pleasantly tossing her long white pony tail as she did adding, "All the senses are aroused in the holo-suites to accentuate the feeling that you really are there!"

Then Whitney turned to Jalina with an excited look on her beautiful porcelain doll-like face as she had a sudden idea asking, "By the way, I overheard Atika saying you were going to a holo-suite later to try on outfits later today. May I come too? That sounds like so much fun!"

Jalina's smile grew bigger as she played with a curl of her long brown hair with one chalk white forefinger replying, "Of course you may Whitney. I'm sure Atika won't mind. in fact Aunt Agatha, if you would like to join us too it would be our pleasure!"

Then Jalina's magenta eyes narrowed with a look of mischief turning to Whitney as she teased, "However, you must try on colors other than just white! That's a rule!"

Whitney's rose petal lips turned down in a pretty pout as she thought, "But I really, really like white," but relented with a sweet smile saying, "Okay, as long as it's only temporary!"

With Aunt Agatha's statement of purpose, all at the table leaned away from Volodja Uljanov as his wife Sandy Bell-Uljanov admitted sympathetically, "He does tend to wander away without telling anybody."

"And the book was pretty bad - really unbelievable," Remarked Jalina Uljanov having just finished reading it adding. "The one about Belle Starr was much better!"

"And it was poorly edited," Interjected the Synth Sister Whitney unhelpfully while trying to be helpful. "It was full of misspellings and grammar mistakes!"

Everyone looked at each other uncomfortably when suddenly Jalina stood up grabbing Whitney's hand so she would have to as well saying with a forced smile, "Oh, look how time has flown - time for us to go to the holo-suites. Once you have finished with your meal Aunt Agatha and your talk with my parents, please feel free to join us. Father or Mother can take you there. Glad-to-have-met-you-goodbye-for-now!"

Jalina turned to then head out of the mess hall and to the holo-suite dragging a reluctant Whitney along who protested, "But its still early and the conversation here were just getting interesting... " Then added over her shoulder to Aunt Agatha, "Nice to meet you Lady Tupper-Ware!"

"Mother and Father and Aunt Agatha need to discuss things privately," Explained Jalina after they exited the mess hall still pulling Whitney along to the holo-suite.

"Well, the mess hall is hardly private," Noted Whitney with a pretty pout.

"True, but things at that table were certainly about to become messy," Answered Jalina with a sly smile.

The two girls who were virtually teenagers in maturity although actually much, much younger in real age due to the unusual circumstances in both their births came to the hall leading to the eight recreational holo-suites. Although very early for their appointment with Atika Constantine, they both assumed she would get there early to set up the fashion salon. They also assumed that the only active holo-suite among the eight would be hers for the fashion show since the holo-suites were generally empty at this time of day due to it being in the middle of a day shift at Fortress Kshaa. A last assumption was that Atika would be alone when they found her. All those assumptions were wrong - very, very wrong!

So Jalina and Whitney confidently walked into Holo-suite #7 fully expecting to walk into a dress salon in old Paris or in New York City before terra-formation or some other exotic locale known for fashion but instead found themselves floating in outer space. That would not be the most shocking thing they would found, for their startled eyes were drawn to the energetic gyrations occurring in the middle of the scene. Apparently floating in space were the very active and intertwined bodies of Atika Constantine, her brother Attila, and the Synth Sister Yvette - all nude and very much engaged in sexual activity!

Atika was evidently the center of attention and obviously loving it appearing to be in a state of sensual bliss floating between the other two. With a smile that reached ear to ear and his red clay colored body sweating like he had run a marathon, Attila was on top of her in a missionary position banging her exuberantly. Floating below her was Yvette pumping Atika from behind like there was no tomorrow, laughing silently as her long blonde mane streamed behind her, her pink flesh a stark contrast to the darker skin of the two Irathiants.

As Jalina floated upwards, her magenta eyes wide in a surprise never having seen a sex act of any kind before let alone one so odd as she stuttered, " I-I-I didn't know Yvette was a hermaphrodite," As if that was the strangest thing in the room.

"Oh yes," Replied Whitney cheerfully as she tried to get control of her long white ponytail that kept threatening to block her view of the torrid threesome. "All 5th generation Synths are, although we usually choose the sex we prefer immediately after we are 'born.' I like being a girl but Yvette has always been different liking to shift between sexes. She says it's more fun that way!"  

Of course, all of the sexual activity before them was in total silence, for in space no one can hear you scream - even if the scream is in sexual delight! 

"Oh yes," Replied Whitney cheerfully as she tried to get control of her long white ponytail that kept threatening to block her view of the torrid threesome. "All 5th generation Synths are, although we usually choose the sex we prefer immediately after we are 'born.' I like being a girl but Yvette has always been different liking to shift between sexes. She says it's more fun that way!"

Of course, all of the sexual activity before them was in total silence, for in space no one can hear you scream - even if the scream is in sexual delight!

Attila had glanced over and noticed the two girls watching, so he just increased his momentum putting on a show for them as his two partners hadn't noticed yet.

"This is exactly where I WANTED to go. A holo suit, which I was told about, and I am going to enter!" After that declaration she pulled the door open and stepped inside and then she just screeched like an irritated banshee after seeing what kind of mundane pleasures took place behind that closed door:

"Will someone be so kind to explain me one simple thing?! Is inviting them to witness a THREESOME of two Irathients and one blonde Synth with doubtful gender your concept of hospitality and is it truly a common practice in this savage land to treat their honoured house guests this way?!"

Hearing that, Atika pushed Attila off. SO he stood up as she quickly climbed off of Yvette and then had her EGO end the program. Then Atika quickly grabbed and started to put on her clothes as she said "Looks like people arrived early and either Til forgot to lock the door..."

Yvette finished Atika's sentence with, "Or my sister let them in with her talented hacking skills, although it doesn't bother me as I have NO secrets from my sisters."

Atika tossed Yvette her clothes and said calmly, "Either way__even though it is always great and I love your female body with that added feature, the best of both worlds after all!, We better get dressed!"

Attila on the other hand was undaunted and stood there confidently with his nudity as he said, "Well Jalina and Whitney could always join us!"

Then he turned to Agatha and said, "You however are NOT a honored house guest! You are an unwanted visitor who crashed the gate and guilt-tripped Volo into letting you in and for your information you are all over 2 hours early for the fashion show, the door was supposed to be locked and Yvette's gender is none of your business and it is quite rude for you to be insulting just because your old ass is stuck in it's snooty ways. Just as making snide remarks about our races just because you are an OLD human is also quite rude! For your information, EVERYBODY in this room with the exception of Jalina was born here on Earth. So stuff your racism and sexism you nasty old woman! And yes I know that means my response to you is rude too, however I don't care because you DESERVE it! ____ On the other hand IF you change your attitude, then I have no problem with you watching the fun...provided I can convince the girls to get naked again despite how rude you were upon seeing us enjoying our love for each other!"

Atika and Yvette were now fully dressed and they both threw Attila's clothes at him with one of his boots hitting him in the chest as Atika said politely to Agatha, "Sorry for his Attitude, even if he is technically correct on pretty much everything. Well except two points. One our intimate love is NOT going to be viewed by somebody we barely know even if she is my new best friend's Great Aunt, and two, As you are Jalina's Great Aunt that means that you ARE welcome to join our fashion show. However the three of you better wait outside until we get the horn-dog calmed down enough that he will leave us alone. Then Yvette and I can get everything set up for our fashion show."

Attila still stood his naked ground as he remarked, "If she thinks I am nasty, then wait until Atticus hears her say something that he doesn't like! You all know damn well that her being Volodja's Aunt won't save her from his wrath if she earns it, and her high-and-mighty-holier-than-though-my-sophistication-makes-me the-queen-of-the-universe-attitude will only anger the Harbinger of Death a lot more!"

Atika rolled her eyes, then said, "I hate to admit it but my brother-husband is right about that. The Prime Commander has little time for racism and sexism and absolutely no time for people who THINK their high-society status in other parts of the world means they can call the shots in HIS Fortress."

Attila remarked, "Tik, why send them out at all? I think that they should stay and we should all be naked .... if this Agatha changes her attitude, I wouldn't even object to her being naked. I mean nudity among the elderly was quite common back in Mongolia after all."

Atika said, "Yes but that was among the Village Elders and they rarely went nude when a traveler happened upon our villages. Besides it was NEVER a requirement for them to be nude but a right, while you are making it sound like it is a requirement for Whitney Jalina and Agatha, if they stay here. NEWS FLASH BROTHER! IT is NOT a requirement! However as we will all be trying on holographic versions of the clothes that we want to order, all of us women WILL be nude at some point soon, maybe even at the same time on occasion. However you will NOT be here to witness any of that. So shut up now, or we will not even let you stay and 'help' me and Yvette set things up!"

Attila remarked with, "Fine I will shut up for now. However I am NOT getting dressed before you make me leave just because these three showed up early and the electronic locks didn't work or got hacked or something. After all I know I definitely locked them!.....Well I think I did anyway."

Atika said, "Doesn't matter how or why, just matters that it happened."

Then she turned to the three early-birds and said, "Sorry you three saw something that you may not have liked or approved of but we are all 3 adults so we did nothing wrong. Not to mention the door was supposed to be electronically locked, and Jalina if you or Whitney have any questions about what you saw then...save it for when it is just us girls. So Til is not here to interrupt, say something else that may upset somebody, or try to give us his male perspective when it is not wanted or needed during OUR girl-talk! Now if you three will please step back out in the hall for a couple of minutes, it will be very appreciated, and allow us to get Attila to leave sooner."

After Whitney gently tugged Jalina's and Agatha's hands to get them back into the hallway, Attila (still naked but holding the clothes he caught as they were thrown at him) walked over and closed and this time double-checked that he had completely locked and secured the door. Then he turned to his two lovers and smiling said, "So are you two going to get naked again so we can continue while the crone stews in the hall and Whitney and Jalina whisper to each other about what a wonderful sight they saw of us, before Aunt Agatha and her big mouth put the Kibosh on it all?!"

Atika rolled her eyes again as she said, "Well I would have loved a couple more orgasms and to feel you both unloading in my lower holes at the same time, but that will have to wait until later. However as I still see a bulge in Yvette's shorts and we can both see your dick pointing up, I think we better help both of you relieve some of that tension for now. Then we can have more fun later tonight when we don't have anything else scheduled that may accidently interfere with our love and affection."

Atika then smiled with a twinkle in her eye as she said, "Yvette get those shorts back off!"

With that Yvette quickly shimmied back out of her shorts and panties. Just as they hit the floor, Atika was already kneeling in front of her and took Yvette's cock in her mouth. Then she proceeded to give Yvette a blowjob as she slid a hand between Yvette's strong legs and also started diddling Yvette's pussy, as Atila came over dropped his clothes and started kissing Yvette as he slid a hand in her shirt to play with her well-endowed breasts. Before long Yvette screamed out in pleasure as she had a huge double-sex orgasm, her pussy flooding Atika's hand with her juices as her cock filled Atika's mouth with come. As Yvette leant back against a wall and caught her breathe, Atika smiled at her as she swallowed the blonde's cum and then licked the girl-cum off her fingers.

Then Atika turned slightly and took Attila's still-throbbing member expertly down her throat. She brought him to the brink. However before he went over, Atika squeezed the base of his cock to stop the impending orgasm. Then she smiled up at her brother and winked as she nodded toward Yvette who was still leaning against the wall enjoying her post-orgasmic bliss with him now leaning against the wall next to her still with a hand on her breasts. Attila looked up at Yvette admiring her female form and seeing that she had retracted her penis now that she had a penile orgasm. Then still admiring her post-orgasmic blush, Attila smiled widely as soon as he realized what his sister was suggesting. Then he quickly moved in front of Yvette and as she realized what he was about to do and smiled in response, he kissed her and lifted one of her legs just as he slammed into her hard. Then he proceeded to bang her fast and hard against the holo-suite's wall until they both had loud orgasms.

As Atika watched her brother and Yvette smiling and holding each other up as they came down from their mutual orgasms, she was very glad that the holo-suites were completely soundproof so nobody outside could hear them. Then she quickly moved back over to them and just as Attila pulled out of Yvette, Atika was there to catch all the cum leaking out of the blonde in her hungry mouth and happily lick her cream-pie up. Once Yvette had been cleaned, Atika turned and sucked Attila back into her mouth and proceeded to lick and suck him clean. Once both were cleaned of their mixed juices by Atika, she stood up and pulled both into a passionate three-way kiss. Upon returning the kiss, the other two licked Atika's face clean. Once that was done, Yvette pulled her shorts and panties back up as Attila finally began to get dressed.

After they were all dressed, Atika accessed the holo-suite's computer database. Then she activated a fancy French-style boutique from before the Pale Wars back when everything about Paris was as refined as Volodja and Marcel had described to her Jalina and the Synth Sisters on several occasions. Once the locale was programmed, she and Yvette shared another wonderful kiss with each other before pulling Attila into one last three-way kiss. Then they each gave Attila one last long lingering kiss (for now) before they finally sent him on his way. As Attila walked out of the holo-suite he said to the 3 women waiting out in the hall, "Alright you three can go in now. They have everything almost ready."

With that Attila left the holo-suite wing and went to find something else to keep him busy now that his afternoon was freed up earlier than expected. As Whitney, Jalina, and Aunt Agatha walked in and saw the Parisian locale, a 'French woman' came over and offered them some tea. In the meantime, Atika was putting the finishing touches on her program. Once that was done, she asked another member of the holo-boutique's all-female staff to bring them each a copy of the clothing catalogue. Before long they were all looking through clothing catalogues that Atika had put together, that consist of lots of different clothing designs and styles not only from various different races and times in Earth's history, but also several designs and style popular among the various different Votan races.

As they looked through the catalogues Atika said, "Sorry that you three saw what you did but not sorry it happened as I will never apologize for showing my love and affection to those that have earned and deserve it! And Agatha, even if I may agreed with some of what Til said, I do apologize for his extremely brash and blunt attitude. However he can be quite passionate about those that he cares about which is just one of the reasons that I love him so much. Just remember that our girl-talk in here stays between us. So none of this better get back to him as I doubt I could handle it if his ego got any bigger than it already is!"

Then she said, "However you do need to know that here in Paradise class doesn't mean much, and more importantly, here in Fortress K'shaa class race and gender mean nothing. What matters is that we are all considered an extended family and as such are equals for the most part. Of course in this family, Prime Commander Batman is the patriarch and Mrs. Batman the Matriarch...which would make Mr. and Mrs. Uljanov the distinguished Uncle and Aunt. Of course I know I could never change an Elder's life-views. So instead I ask that you try to put that aside while we are here. After all we are here to shop try on clothes and have fun with the girls...and yes perhaps even laugh at the guys' expenses since none of them are allowed to join us!

With that Atika started giggling as she continued with, "...and as Jalina and Whitney are the more innocent of the group with Jalina being the most innocent, it is our job to fill them in on whatever they want or need to know...especially after what the three of you accidently witnessed. Although I can most definitely assure you that is was an act of love and intimacy between three consenting adults that know exactly what they were doing."

"I prefer that we WON'T mention penises, intercourses or something similar for awhile!" announced Aunt Agatha sternly. "This is supposed to be a civilized meeting of civilized women. I request that topic of men is a taboo while we are in this particular shop, meant exclusively for WOMEN and their clothes. Even if my opinion might be considered racist, sexist or even worse by some unpolished youngsters, I will stick with my deman...request! Especially after this shocking row of events I have been put through. And if I am supposed to make an impression that anything didn't happen, then it adds one more reason to put that topic aside and talk about something else than men." Then Aunt Agatha made a grimace that could be a sort of a smile if interpreted very carefully.

"By the way - between women I can tell that my human husband was very well equipped. The best comparison would be..." Aunt Agatha looked around until her glance locked on a birch basket, full of fresh baguettes which were probably left behind by some absent minded virtual baker or maybe a result of the mind work of a designer who decided that having baguettes on a scene might be quite French. "THESE!" she announced victoriously. 



Volodja Uljanov was blissfully unaware about the "No man's land" project in the holo room #7, and while Aunt Agtaha explained that shapes and sizes aren't the most important things about men but their wits, wealth and social position were much much more meaningful, he walked towards it quite steadily, because people remembered Aunt Agatha quite well and could tell him where she went.  

Although he didn't forgot to knock to the door, the women who were trying on a variety of new exciting outfits inside didn't paid attention to the door. And since the female voice in the communicator announced: "Entrez!" he entered indeed.

Walking casually and with a smile on his face like late French singer Michel Delpech who was looking for some flirt in his video clip (although Volodja was not looking for a flirt but in search of his aunt Agatha as his beloved wife suggested), Volodja reached to the counter where young virtual woman finally stopped his journey by telling him: 

"Si vous cherchez des vêtements pour femmes, vous êtes arrivé à la bonne page. Sinon vous êtes perdu," which roughly means: "If you are looking for women's clothing then you came to the right place. Otherwise you are lost." And she flattered her long lashes at him. 



"En tout cas, je suis perdu," replied Volodja Uljanov philosophically and explained: "Je cherche une femme...La dame âgée." ("In any case, I am lost...I am looking for a woman. An elderly lady.")

"I told, no men!" said screeching voice and Aunt Agatha appeared behind the curtains. "It's you, Volodja! Out!"

"I'll go and leave you into your privacy right away but I do think that we need to talk whenever you are ready..." told Volodja.

"Out, I said! Women only!"

"At least allow me to recommend THIS to you before I am thrown out!" shouted Volodja in desperation and pointed out at an outfit in the costume catalogue.



"Hmmm," said Aunt Agatha thoughtfully when she saw what kind of look Volodja suggested. "Tasteful, I have to admit. You have proved to be some help after all. Not to mention that your manners are more refined than some of the people, I recently met, are having. Maybe we can have a mature talk indeed. What do you think about THIS one?" And she pointed her finger to another outfit...