‘Tis Charity to Show
Chapter VI
Part 2
“ I guess
Hyacinth doesn’t have a taste for things sprouted from seeds and dirt,”
said Rand, pulling out a bag of ready-made salad—or what passed for salad-- from
one of the stasis carts.
Bacteria
green paste flecked with spots of red, yellow and orange squeezed out of tubes
was about as
garden-fresh as one got on these off-ship missions. Rand and Riley were on lunch duty, and the tubed salads of
dubious colors were always in abundance, as Rose found it fit to leave those
untouched in favor of the more substantial, crunchy main courses. It was truly a testament to the power
of texture on the tongue, because neither the main courses nor the salads had
any taste to them, unless cardboard was to your liking. Out of all the food Rand had retrieved
from Rose’s room, not one of them had fallen into the ‘leafy greens’
category.
Riley
laughed at the smug remark while he gathered the main lunch packets from the
carts and counted them out.
“We’re
running out,” he said. “If she
continues with this hoarding food shit we’ll be slurping down that green stuff
for all our meals!”
“Oh, no! We
can’t let that happen! Where is she anyway? In her room hoarding more of our food?”
“No, she’s
working in the medical room with Begay.
It seems Scotty’s been getting these dizzying spells or something.”
“Yeah, tell
me about it. I’m been getting
those myself. I can be walking
down the hall, then it suddenly hits me.
You’ve been getting any?”
“Who, me? No,” Riley said, shaking his head.
“Ha! Why am I not surprised.”
Indeed,
Riley was so full of energy she was amazed he was able to focus on his task, he
was so wired.
“Look, I’m
going to take this wonderful window of opportunity and see if Rose hoarded any
more food in that pig cave of hers.
Be right back.”
When Rand
reached Rose’s room, she noticed neatly stacked boxes of main course containers
wedged squarely in the crevice where the walls literally met in the back corner
by the window.
Rand
couldn’t get over that sorry sight. Did Rose honestly think that packing the food so neatly would
somehow make her hoard less noticeable?
If she really wanted a more effective way to hide the stuff, why not
simply shove the damn food down her throat! Maybe Rose would be doing everyone a favor if she choked on
it!
Rand walked
over to the corner, gathered what she could of the tall pile, and carried them
back to the kitchen.
Riley
laughed as she entered the kitchen with the last of the boxes a third trip
later.
“Is that all
of them?”
“Yeah, Thank
God! Geez, when the hell does she
find the time to steal all this stuff?
Shit!”
“Who
knows! Too bad there’s no locks on
the cabinet doors.”
“Hey, they
never had to worry about a Hyacinth Rose in their mist. If they did, there’d be locks on the
cabinet and pantry doors for sure.”
Riley had
found this last comment particularly amusing and fell into a whooping fit of
guffaws, doubling over and clapping his hands wildly like a circus seal.
“Calm down,
Kevin! It’s not that funny!” Rand watched Riley lose himself in his
mirth, afraid he might gag on his saliva, he was laughing so hard. She could see that his acne was paired
with pink gouged-out areas, spotted with fresh specks of blood.
“Have you
seen Dr. Begay about your acne, Kevin?
To be brutally honest, it’s not getting any better.”
Rand was
very aware that she had blurted out the question without much thought, but she
couldn’t help it. Riley stopped
laughing suddenly and turned to Rand, clearly caught off guard.
“What? My what?”
Oh, come on
Riley!
“Your
acne! Have you seen Dr. Begay
about it? What might be causing
it?”
Riley
reached for a shiny, gorged whitehead and thoughtlessly rolled it between his
thumb and forefinger. Revolted,
Rand watched while blood surrounded and swelled around the white puss
pocket. Riley shrugged his
shoulders, his eyes wide and innocent.
“It’s not so
bad, is it?” he asked sheepishly.
Rand stood
with her hands on her hips, feeling the muscles in her face forming into one of
those expressions that said ‘you’re joking, right?’ She wanted to say something sarcastic so badly, but gave up
on the idea.
“Never
Mind,” she said, turning back to her lunch preparations.
“Hey
guys! What’s shakin’?”
Rand and
Riley were surprised to see Nurse Rose peeking through the server window.
“I thought
you were in the medical room.
How’s Scotty? And what are
you doing here?”
Riley
snickered at Rand’s line of impolite questioning. Rose, craning
her neck to get a bird’s eye view of the two of them preparing the food,
said:
“Well, I was
in the lab, but now I’m done.
Scotty seems ok after Mathias gave him a stimulant shot, so I came by to
see if I could help out with lunch duty.”
She spoke like someone checking off things on her To-Do List.
Rand and
Riley suddenly shot glances at each other. Lunch duty?
“Hyacinth,
you’re not on lunch duty.”
Oh, I
know. I just thought that I could
help out here.”
“Really. So you could stay close to the bounty,
I suppose,” sneered Riley.
“Excuse me?”
“I just came
from your room and found boxes of lunch and dinner packets stacked up against
the wall, lady!”
“Oh, I
see! So you just waltz into other
people’s rooms without their permission?!”
“Food was
missing! And whenever food is
missing, you’re usually the culprit.
Mind you, this is food for the whole crew, and you hoard it all for
yourself! Do you still think you
have a right to privacy under those circumstances? Sorry, Toots!
We really don’t need your help here!”
Rand slammed
a few of the pre-packaged meals in front of Rose, in order to emphasize her
point.
“Easy,
Janice,” yelped Rose.
Rand gave
her a dirty look. “Don’t easy me,
girl! We know what you’re doing
with this charitable shit!”
“Hey, I got
this one, Janice,” said Riley, intervening. “Can you set up
for coffee?”
Rand calmed
down. “Yeah, sure.”
The two of
them purposely ignored Rose as they continued working their lunch duty. Riley carried out the prepared meals
and placed them on trays, while Rand reached overhead to open the cupboard
right over the sink.
“Clank!”
Something
had fallen out of the cupboard and onto the floor. Rand looked down to see what it was.
The object
was a plastic rod of some kind, black in color, with a rounded, tapered end and
a grooved handle for easy gripping.
It looked like one of those things used with blenders, to help push the
food down to the blade for maximum efficiency. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, running
her fingers along its length.
“Hey,
Janice! Did you start the coffee yet?”
“Can you
hold your horses, Kevin dear?
You’ll all get your coffee!
Don’t worry!”
Rand placed
the instrument on the rim of the sink and reached up to get the coffee
filter.
“Gotta rinse
this.”
She placed
the ball of her hand under the single-knob faucet and pushed it up, bringing
jolting images of Khobran pushing her thighs up and apart, thrusting himself
inside her as he pressed her against the wall, their wet, hot naked bodies
slamming violently together in orgasm.
It was the
rushing sound of the water that brought her back to the present. She took a sharp, rasping breath and
shot a look at Riley, who was behind the outside counter getting the trays and
food together, ignoring Rose while she stood over him like a forlorn child
being left out of a hide-and-seek game.
Rand placed
her hands on her stomach and took slow, deliberate breaths to calm herself, but
was suddenly aware of the glaring wetness between her legs, and the throbbing,
aching clit that accompanied it.
Suddenly,
Rand had an idea. “Hey,
Hyacinth? Can you come over here
and make the coffee for me?
Something’s just came up!”
She made
sure that her voice was at its utmost sweetest.
Rose and
Riley looked at each other in amazement before Riley turned in Rand’s
direction.
“What? What happened? You’re not feeling well or something?”
Rand
smiled. She liked that
answer.
“Yeah,
that’s right! I think I’m getting
dizzy again. Hyacinth, would you
please , if you don’t mind. And
you did say you wanted to help, right?”
Just get
your fat ass over here and move it swiftly, sister!
Hesitant,
Rose walked over to where Rand was.
“Well, here
I am. At your service,” said Rose
eagerly, scouting the area with her eyes.
Probably
searching for more food to hoard.
“Oh, thank
you so much! I really appreciate
it.”
Rand smiled
brightly, promptly took the black rod from the sink rim, and walked out.
“See you at
lunch,” she called over her shoulder.
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