Chapter 4

I flew through the afternoon sky. I was working today. Well, it really wasn't work; it was way much too fun to be work. It might be a nice easy way to make a living, though. The working hours were short, and the pay was fantastic. Much better than working part-time after school. Very cool.

As I slowed down and descended lower, I looked at the scene around and under me. The big armored truck was directly below me, doing about fifty miles per hour on the open two-lane road. There was no other traffic on this lonely rural road in the middle of the high prairie. That white roof on the red truck made it impossible to miss. And looking through the roof I had seen what I wanted. Yes, there was no mistake about it, this was definitely the truck that I wanted.

Some cattle grazed in the pastures on both sides of the road, oblivious to everything else around them, ignoring even the barking prairie dogs protecting their burrows. A flock of migrating geese flew by a hundred feet below me, honking loudly. A few scattered wisps of cloud scuttled across the sky above me. Somewhere a dog was barking, probably chasing a rabbit or something like that. The afternoon sun was still a few hours away from setting behind the tall snow-capped mountains that were visible on the western horizon.

As the truck entered a small grove of cottonwood trees, I landed lightly on the road in front of it, facing it. I placed my hands on my hips and thrust out my chest, flexing my entire body and exerting my flight powers to root me to the spot. The driver didn't have time to perform any evasive action. He didn't have time to slam on the brakes. He just barely had time to look surprised as the truck hit me, still going at about fifty miles per hour. The thick armor plate crumpled as it hit the thinner but far harder armor of my body. The heavy mass of the powerful engine came to a rest against my bare thighs as the truck came to a halt in a cloud of steam from the ruptured radiator. The engine vibrated against my thighs briefly, sending a tingling feeling over the front of my body, until it seized up and stopped. The cows looked up briefly at the noisy disturbance, and then they returned back to the much more important business of their grazing.

I untangled myself from the twisted wreckage, peeling off the crumpled Detroit steel armor like I was simply taking off a coat, and looked inside the blood-spattered cab. The steering wheel had snapped off as the steering column impaled the driver; the end of the column was sticking out of his back. Dark blood stained the seats and covered the inside of the windshield, beginning to pool on the floor.

I walked around to the back of the truck. The thick steel plate provided absolutely no resistance as I dug my slim fingers into the armored doors. With one mighty yank I ripped the two doors off, the hardened steel locks and hinges snapping off as if they were nothing more than mere Velcro fasteners. It even sounded like Velcro, only louder. I tossed the doors aside, they flew over the fence and landed in the field over a hundred feet away. The two guards within were well trained; they had already recovered from the collision and had their automatic rifles at the ready. They looked around, surprised to see only a young barefoot golden-haired girl, wearing a tight dark blue blouse, mostly unbuttoned to show off some of the nice deep cleavage between my large full breasts, and a pair of short blue denim cut-offs.

Recovering from their surprise and seeing no other targets, they opened fire on me. I danced in front of them, letting their rifle bullets shred my blouse. They quickly discovered that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath my blouse, but fortunately for me that didn't stop the shooting.

My large breasts bounced with the impact of each hard steel-jacketed lead slug, as even my softest flesh proved to be much more than a match for these powerful Terran weapons. The sharp tingling sensations felt SO good! I was careful to make sure the ricochets from my firm breasts didn't go back into the truck, I didn't want to hurt them, not these fragile guards. No, not yet, not yet. I had other plans for them, and I wanted them alive. At least for the short term. My long-term intention for them was quite different. Not that it was going to be a very long term.

These two guards were well armed and they were well trained and they were good shots, not one shot missed me. I was sure that they could have resisted any ordinary armed car robbery. But then, I wasn't just an ordinary armed car robber. As far as I knew I was the only Velorian armed car robber in the history of the planet.

Their ammunition lasted longer than my blouse. I jumped up into the truck, letting them open holes in my shorts with their few remaining bullets.

I slowly walked towards them, smiling and tearing off the few remaining shreds of my blouse. Smiling and bouncing.

Ah, the smell of money. I could smell it, even with all of the gunpowder in the air.

I casually kicked some of the moneybags out of my way. Some of them were heavier than the others; they must have been filled with coins instead of with mere paper.

One of the guards reversed his rifle and swung it at me like he was swinging a baseball bat. I turned sideways, letting him hit me right in the chest. The rifle slid across my left breast before disappearing into my deep cleavage. I placed my hands on the outside of my breasts, squeezing just hard enough to trap the rifle in place without crushing it.

I whirled to face him, the quick movement ripping the rifle from his hands. I then pressed my breasts together with my hands, the hard gunmetal bending and crushing between my soft breasts, my softest flesh once again proving to be far stronger than mere metal. I then released my hold on my breasts, shaking my chest to let the mangled remains of the rifle slide down from my cleavage. The look of stunned amazement on his face was precious as his eyes bounced between his ruined rifle and my breasts, which had ruined the rifle.

His partner swung his own rifle like a baseball bat at the back of my head. I braced myself for the impact. The hard gunmetal bent slightly as it hit and came to a stop against something much harder, the impact jarring the rifle from his grasp. I reached out a hand to catch it before it could fall to the floor. I turned towards him, putting my other hand on the other end of the barrel. I smiled and let him see my chest muscles, as well as my chest, expand as I bent the long barrel into a loop. His expression matched his partner's as I let the rifle drop to clang on the metal floor of the truck and join its counterpart.

The first guard reached for the radio hanging at his waist. "Oh no, you don't! This is a private party!" I leaned forward, two quick reaches, two quick squeezes, and the two radios were no more than twisted and crushed pieces of metal and plastic. "There, that should do it. I don't want any party-crashers interrupting our little fun. Do you?" I smiled sweetly at them. Of course, it wouldn't matter that much if there were more men. But I didn't want to wait around for any reinforcements to show up.

I did have to hand it to them, the two guards were very well trained, and they weren't ready to surrender just yet. Now they were both reaching for their holsters, trying to draw their sidearms. I easily beat them to the draw, quickly getting an automatic pistol in each hand. These I decided not to destroy, at least not from the outside. There was something I've been wanting to try for a while. This was the perfect opportunity. Still smiling at them, I took a few steps back to let the both of them get a good view of my front. An even better view than what I already had been giving them.

They both started raising their hands in surrender, looking at the two heavy automatic pistols in my hands. Though their eyes also went to the twin mounds of female flesh in front of them. I was going to let them have a good comparison of their capabilities. The comparison between their two automatics against my two breasts. Their powerful weapons against my softest flesh.

Their eyes widened as I turned the two guns towards my chest. "Cover your ears, boys," I told them, smiling to reassure them. Not understanding what I was planning, they meekly obeyed. They didn't really have much choice, I was armed and they were not. Of course, they didn't have much choice earlier when it was the other way around, either. I fitted a weapon over each of my nipples, the large forty-five caliber barrels barely fitting over them. I twisted and turned the guns, teasing my nipples. Mmm, that felt good, my nipples began to harden and enlarge, gripping the barrels tightly from within. The guards' eyes widened even further, their mouths also opening wide. "Take a good look, boys." Making sure that they had their ears covered and their eyes uncovered, I squeezed the two triggers simultaneously.

Two hard lead slugs raced down the barrels to impact against my hardening nipples, sending a sharp but warm tingling feeling spreading over my breasts. The hard heavy slugs bounced off of my even harder nipples, going the only place they possibly could, back up the barrels. When the slugs hit the breeches, the two automatics exploded in my hands, sending the warm feeling spreading over my entire front. Mmm, that felt so good!

The double explosions in the restricted confines of the truck sent the two guards staggering back, to hit against the front of the truck. They reeled from the impacts, but they were only shaken; they remained conscious as they slid down to the floor, their legs splaying out in front of them.

"Oh you poor boys! Are you hurt? Let Mommy make it better," I told them as I walked to stand in front of them, crushing what was left of the guns in my hands before letting the shattered pieces of gunmetal fall from my hands. I shook my chest a little to let them see that the exploding guns hadn't hurt me at all. "Here, let Mommy see if you're hurt." My hands made quick work of their uniforms; my fingers hooked around their leather gun belts and pulled. In mere seconds they were both completely naked, their weak and feeble struggles not having slowed me down even one tiny bit.

Taking a head in each hand, I pulled them up towards me. They tried to push me away, but I could barely feel their hands pushing against my stomach. Continuing to ignore their feeble male efforts, I pulled their heads closer until their faces were almost touching my breasts. "Do you like what you see, boys?" I rubbed their faces against my breasts. After about a minute I adjusted their heads until my nipples were in their mouths. "There, there, Mommy can make it better," I told them. They continued to struggle to get free, trying to push me away. "SUCKLE!" I commanded them, pressing their heads harder against my soft breasts for emphasis. But not too hard, I knew that their skulls were even softer. I had to be gentle with these fragile men if I wanted to get any good use out of them.

Eventually the combination of my pheromones and the complete helplessness of their masculine strength against my overwhelming feminine strength ended their resistance and they began to suckle. "You can use your hands, too, boys," I whispered to them softly. My nipples began to harden again as the men suckled and bit them. They even began to enjoy it, despite their fear, almost as much as I, their hands coming up to fondle, then squeeze my breasts. "Harder!" I commanded. Their light caresses felt like tickling feathers, as four strong male hands squeezed my breasts with all of their puny strength. "HARDER!" They tried.

I released their heads. They continued suckling and squeezing. I too a step forward, trapping their heads between the wall and my large breasts. My hands lightly caressed their muscular chests, ignoring the blood from the superficial cuts caused by the exploding guns. I felt their winces when my fingers caressed a little too firmly, so I eased up on the pressure a little. My hands moved lower, leaving their pecs to go linger on their abs before finally finding their ultimate targets. Soon I was stroking their big throbbing tools, being very careful not to squeeze their soft male flesh too hard.

When they realized where my hands were, they renewed their struggles to get free of my grip. "Behave, boys! Mommy doesn't want to have to punish you," I told them, squeezing them just enough to drive the point home, without actually hurting them. They immediately surrendered, and resumed their suckling and squeezing.

"There, see, boys, Mommy can make it better." Within seconds of each other they began to acknowledge their complete surrender as their bodies started to shudder with their repeated orgasms, their masculine bodies completely under my feminine control. "There, that's it, boys. Let Mommy know it's better."

It was so cool, having such complete control over men and their bodies. What chance did mere Terran males stand against a Velorian female?

Their feeble male bodies now completely spent, they were of no further entertainment value to me. They were of no value of any kind to me any more. "Thank you, boys," I told them. "As your rewards for pleasing Mommy so well, Mommy will let you both have quick deaths." I leaned forward a little more, crushing their hard masculine skulls between the hard armored metal wall of the truck and the even harder surface of my soft feminine breasts. Their blood and brains splattered all over my front.

I used one of their shirts to clean myself up. I carried the two now-useless bodies out of the truck, tossing them into the drainage ditch by the side of the road. I ripped off the remains of my cut-offs, throwing the remains into the ditch. I walked around to the front of the truck. Ripping off the driver's door with one hand, I reached my other hand into the blood-spattered cab and tore the driver's worthless body from the steering column and discarded it, tossing it into the drainage ditch to join the other bodies.

Walking back to the rear of the truck, I squatted down and placed my hands under the bumper. Straightening my long legs, I lifted the rear end of the truck up off of the ground. I rapidly walked my hands forward under the frame until I found the balance point, being careful to keep the rear elevated in order to keep the money bags from sliding out. Gathering my long legs under me I leaped up into the evening sky. I flew away, carrying the truck as a big moneybag.

My big moneybag! Yes, this definitely was a nice cool way to make a living. After all, who would suspect a young golden-haired girl to be carrying out a string of unarmed robberies of armored cars?

The cows calmly continued to graze, acting for the entire world as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. After all, what I had done didn't affect them one tiny bit in the least.

I overtook and passed another flock of geese, scattering them as I flew right through them, ignoring them as they honked their protests. Then as I approached a wisp of cloud everything suddenly went dark as I blacked out, losing all consciousness.

I slowly regained consciousness, instead of snapping awake instantly from sleep as I usually had been doing since my manifestation. I kept my eyes closed. I was lying down on my back. I seemed to be unhurt; I could feel no pain. I wasn't restrained, but there was something covering me. I gradually became more aware of my present situation. I opened my eyes. It was dark but I could still see my surroundings. I was somewhat surprised to find myself in my bed in my bedroom. The thing covering me was my blanket. I broke my rule and peeked into Mom's and Steve's bedroom. They were both quietly asleep, in each other's arms. I glanced towards my closet. My blouse was still hanging there, where I had put it last night after doing the laundry. It certainly didn't look like it had been shot off of my body. I glanced around the rest of the house and the yard. No signs of an armored truck, or of the money it had contained. Everything seemed to be normal. Whatever 'normal' means for a family composed of a Terran, an Arion, and a Velorian, that is.

Hoping that it had just been a bad dream, I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. But instead, I tossed and turned, sleep did not come easily. I was wracked with guilt, the mere thought that I might have used my incredible Velorian powers to commit such brutal murders and unarmed robbery keeping me awake. Maybe Arion Primes act like that, but not Velorians! And certainly not me! That was NOT cool!

Then it hit me.

Oh my God! What if Mom hadn't been telling me the truth? Could she be a renegade Arion? What if the Velorians really are the villains and the Arions are the good people? What if this dream, if that's what it had really been, had been a taste, a foreshadowing, of my true innate Velorian nature? What if that had actually been one of the kinds of things that Velorians really did? Could that really be the kind of person I am?

But that didn't fit in very well with all the things she's been teaching me. So far, she's been having me use my powers for good. Rescuing babies from fires. Pulling buses out of snowdrifts. Not robbing banks and hijacking armored cars. She's got me doing good things, not evil.

At least as I understood good and evil, by Terran standards. And she's actually working for a law enforcement agency herself, and grooming me to work with her. And Steve's a native. He's supportive of us. He couldn't be in league with any evil interplanetary villains, could he be?

Oh, it's really tough to get back to sleep. I continued to toss and turn, trying not to think about it any more. But I just couldn't get back to sleep.

Near dawn I finally gave up on sleep. Showering quickly and getting dressed, I quietly went downstairs. Using Mom's computer accounts I searched for any police reports of an armored truck robbery. Fortunately I found none. It must have been a dream. Or more appropriately, a nightmare. I certainly hoped so. Feeling somewhat better, I started preparing breakfast for the three of us.

I thought back to what Mom had taught me about the Arions and their Empire, the life she used to lead until she joined up with the Velorians, the life that she has since renounced.

Mom and I were having one of our midnight hot chocolate sessions after a little light workout downstairs in the gym. "What did you do before coming here? What was it like growing up on, uh, whatever do you call the Arion home world?" I asked of the only Arion on Earth.

Mom took a long sip of her hot chocolate and told me to start up another pot of hot water. "I'm like you, my little one. I've never been to the Arion home world, to Aria, just as you've never been to either of the Velorian home worlds, to Velor or Daxxan. I was born on a small colony world, and I grew up there. Not much more than a military base, though a large one. Oh, there were other children, and we had to go to school. They tried to bring us up as good proper little Arions. At least as good proper little Arion Betas. The Primes were kept apart from us. They went to their own schools; they had their own playgrounds. When we grew up there were only two broad career choices available to us. Either go into the military, or go into military support."

"Huh? Military support? What's that?"

"The entire Arion culture and society revolves around the military. Arions think that it's their destiny, their responsibility even, to rule the galaxy. If you weren't in the military, you supported it. You raised food to feed the military. You manufactured weapons. Of course some of the food went to the support people. But the military got their needs fulfilled first. The support people got what's left. Often it wasn't enough."

"So what did you do?" I couldn't imagine Mom acting like an 'army brat'. Let alone actually being a soldier.

"I was interested in life, not in death. I studied biology and chose nursing as a career. As a military nurse, I would be in the military so that I wouldn't go too hungry, but I would be helping to save lives, instead of destroying them. I studied real hard. One of my instructors once told me that it was a shame that I was female, as he thought that I would have made a fine doctor."

"What? They wouldn't let you be a doctor just because you were a woman? The sexist pigs!"

"Not a Beta woman. And the training isn't all that different. An Arion nurse studies much more biology and chemistry than a Terran doctor does. Arion biology isn't that very fundamentally different from Terran biology. Or Velorian biology, for that matter. And the Arion medical science is much more advanced than the Terran, though not quite as advanced as the Velorian."

"So why didn't you become a doctor once you got here? Being a woman wouldn't have stopped you here on Earth. There're a lot of women doctors here."

"No, being a woman didn't stop me. But the paper trail stopped me. How could I explain my knowledge without the proper diplomas? Credentials count almost as much as skill and knowledge here. I couldn't very well tell people that I had studied at the academy on Aria D417B, could I? And I couldn't take the time to go through school again, I had a darling little daughter to provide for," she smiled.

"You still do, Mom." I gave her my best 'lost puppy dog' smile. If I had a tail I would have wagged it.

"And I still do, my little one." She smiled back at me.

After a hug, I continued. "How did you meet, uh, my mother?" That was still hard for me to say. Mom had always been my mom. And she always will be.

"I had specialized in exobiology, including Velorian biology, so it was natural to assign me to a forward hospital, near the fighting. They wanted me to help keep prisoners alive for 'interrogation'. Arion interrogations often involve torture. It was important that the torture didn't kill the victim before the interrogations were complete."

"The dirty pigs!"

"During a battle against a Velorian-led force, a group of medical personnel from the hospital sneaked away and surrendered to the Velorians. Almost half of us were killed during the attempt. Killed not by the enemy, but by our own Primes."

"THE DIRTY PIGS!" I had known how Mom felt about Primes in general, now I knew another of her many reasons. I devoutly hoped that I would never ever meet a Prime. Not if they were even half as bad as Mom made them out to be.

"Primes enjoy killing. That's what they do best. That's what they're trained to do. Most of them don't really care very much whether they're killing the enemy or they're killing Betas. They just want to kill. We had seen enough of that. We had seen more than enough of that. We had also seen that the Velorians tried to avoid killing anyone other than the Primes."

"So my mother was one of those Velorians?"

"Yes, she was. Among the Velorians the women can be more powerful. The Protectors are always women, specially bred for strength, among other attributes. Most of the ordinary, non-Protector, soldiers are also women. They may not be as strong as the men may be, but they have greater energy reserves, giving them far superior endurance. The Velorian men also almost never leave their home world. A few serve as Messengers, travelling between worlds. But I've never even seen a Velorian man, let alone met one. They may not be much as fighters, but I've heard that they do, uh, have their other uses," she smiled and winked.

"Mom!" She could have such a one-track mind sometimes. Not that it's such a bad track to have, I supposed. Though I was still too young to be thinking on that track myself, the Velorian in me was already at the station, ticketed and packed and ready for departure.

"Just hearsay, Julie, just hearsay. Like I said, I've never even seen one. Though I've often heard that they could be useful even in the dark, even when you can't see them." She laughed as she refilled her mug.

I had to get Mom off of that track. Before she got me started on it. "How did the Velorians treat you?"

"We had expected to be hauled off to a prisoner of war camp. But when they discovered that we had come voluntarily, at great risk to ourselves, and furthermore that we were all qualified medical personnel, they immediately put us to work. We tended the wounded. Not just our wounded, but the wounded of both sides. Not to keep prisoners alive for interrogation, but to just keep them alive and restore them. Even the Arion prisoners. And of course we tended to our own wounded. The natives of the planet the Velorians were defending weren't any more invulnerable than Terrans or Betas. In fact, they, like on many planets around the galaxy, were of the same basic genetic stock as the Terrans here on Earth."

"What? Terrans on another planet? How can that be?"

"They weren't exactly Terrans. But there are a lot of related humanoid species around in this part of the galaxy. The Velorians believe that we're all descended from the same race and that Earth is actually the mother planet. Anyway, since the Arion Empire was trying to cause as many casualties as possible, the hospitals were always very busy. And even a Velorian isn't completely invulnerable, they can get hurt. Maybe not very often, but it can happen."

"Was my mother one of the injured Velorians?"

"Yes. I first met her about a year after I had joined them. She had been battling some Primes. She killed two of them but was herself wounded during the struggle. Wounded rather severely. I had never seen a Velorian injured that bad. Because I knew Velorian biology, even better than some of their own nurses, I was assigned to her full-time. She was an important officer, the equivalent of a colonel, and they wanted the best possible care for her. They didn't care that it meant assigning an Arion nurse to her, they were assigning the best nurse they had available to them. They appreciated my skills, and they didn't care that I wasn't a Velorian."

"So how did you and she get to be, uh...?"

"Lovers?" she finished for me. "At first I think she just wanted to show me her gratitude. When she was able to walk on her own she went back to her quarters. She asked me to come with her. Then we got to know each other better. Much better. As two people, not as a patient and a nurse, and not as a Velorian and an Arion. When she was just about fully recovered her old lover, another Velorian officer, showed up, demanding that your mother choose between the two of us. I was all ready to pack up and leave. After all, what chance did a mere Arion Beta stand against a Velorian for the affections of another Velorian? An outsider nurse against a fellow officer?"

"So what happened? I can't see choosing anyone over you, Mom."

She gave me a big smile. "Thank you, my little one. I guess that makes it two Velorians. After the other woman left your mother forcibly but gently kept me from leaving and made me sit down and listen to her. She told me that if I really wanted to leave then she wouldn't stop me. She told me that she hoped that I wouldn't want to leave. She told me that she wanted someone who would stay with her during the bad times like I had, instead of someone who stayed away until things got better. She told me that she loved me. That this Velorian loved me, an Arion Beta! Of course I stayed. I had grown to love her as well, as a person, not as a patient."

"What was like, being with a Velorian? Being with somebody so much stronger than you?"

"Your mother was always very gentle with me. She would use her strength to get me excited. Sometimes she would tease me by getting me so excited that I would 'attack' her. We both knew that I couldn't hurt her physically, at least without using heavy weapons. She would then just ignore my efforts to get her into bed, just walking about the room with me hanging on to her. At least for a while. Then she would 'make it up' to me. Sort of like I do with Steve sometimes," she gave me a wink. "Not at all like being with an Arion Prime."

"A Prime? You've, uh, been with a Prime?" I couldn't believe it, I knew that she detested Arion Primes. I couldn't imagine her going to bed with one.

"All of us nurses have been, at one time or another. I've been raped more than a few times by Primes."

"What? Rape?" I could only think of one thing worse that could happen to me.

"Primes just take what they want. We Betas are little more than slaves, existing only to do their bidding. What chance does a Beta have against a Prime who's several hundred times stronger? It's an occupational hazard. Many Betas are killed that way."

"What? Killed?" Yep, that was the one thing worse than being raped.

"A Prime is so strong that they can easily crush a Beta's body in a moment of passion. Because I was a valuable nurse they never hurt me too bad. But I went to work sore and bruised more often than not. The female Primes can be even worse; many male Betas are never seen again after being 'invited' into a female Prime's bed. An invitation he dare not decline. Your mother was never like that."

"So how did the two of you end up being with the Arions again?"

"Your mother and I had been together for nearly ten years. She was often away, fighting. I was working at the hospital. We didn't have as much time together as we would have liked, but the time we did have together was wonderful. In that time we had driven the Arions almost completely off of the planet. We had earned a little R&R at a rear area, a snow-covered mountain region a lot like here in Colorado.

Because it was a rear area we had gotten a little careless and had let our guard down. Some Arions attacked the little cabin we were in. Before your mother could respond, they had subdued her with Orgone and with gold chains. I tried to fight back, but even my enhanced strength was no match for the Primes. They wanted a Velorian for their medical research, along with, uh, other things. They kept her constantly drugged, leaving her helpless. They were going to kill me at first, but then realized that they could use me as additional leverage, and, uh, the same other things. I even tried to kill myself, so that they wouldn't have that hold over your mother."

"Oh, Mom!"

"If I had died, maybe your mother would still be alive." There were tears in her normally bright blue eyes. This was the first time I had ever seen Mom cry.

"Oh, Mom! You can't hold yourself responsible for my mother's death. They wouldn't have stopped drugging her. If it wasn't for you she might have just given up." I could feel my own tears in my own eyes.

"Thank you, my little one. I have had to tell myself that every day. Sometimes I even manage to believe myself."

"How did you two escape, to come here?"

"After my suicide attempt they began keeping me drugged. But they didn't count on my Velorian enhancement. I eventually built up an immunity to the drug. I didn't let them know it, I pretended that it was still working. But I began looking for escape possibilities. I knew that I could overpower my guards, they only used ordinary Betas to guard me. But even if I freed your mother, it would still take a while for the drugs to wear off. I didn't know what they were using, so I wouldn't be able to give her an antidote. Once you were conceived, even an antidote could have been harmful, even if I knew what it was. And until your mother recovered I wouldn't be able to defend us against any Primes."

"So how did you two get away?"

"When you were still about a month away, a Velorian force attacked the research station. It wasn't a rescue mission, I don't think that they knew about your mother. They were just trying to eliminate an Arion outpost. All of the Primes were thrown into the battle, even the few that were medical personnel. Once the Primes were gone I quickly overpowered Beta guards and released your mother from her cell. The drugs were keeping her barely conscious. I carried her to a lifeboat. I had to defeat some more guards along the way. I got us away from the station, trying to head towards the nearest Velorian outpost."

"So why did you come here? Why didn't you rejoin the Velorians?"

"I tried. We were a few hours away from the research station when there was a tremendous explosion. I think that it had to have been the experimental power reactor they had at the station. The force of the explosion damaged some of the instruments and knocked me unconscious for a while. When I regained consciousness we were lost. The damaged navigational instruments couldn't find any Velorian or Arion stations. I barely found this planet. At the time, I didn't know that it was Earth. I managed to bring us down in a mountain lake here in Colorado. The drugs still hadn't completely worn off. Your mother was fully conscious; her mind seemed to have been fully recovered. But her body was still very weak. She died while giving you birth, despite my best efforts. Before she died she made me promise to raise you as my own daughter. She didn't need to make me promise that, I would have done anything for her. And for you, my little one. You have always been my daughter."

We were both silent for several minutes, lost deep in our own thoughts.

I thought about the mother that I had never known, the Velorian woman I that had been named after. And I thought about my mother's lover, the woman that I called Mom.

It was spring break. Mom and I were in Tucson while Steve was back with his old college football team helping out during their spring training. She wasn't on a case; we were just vacationing and sightseeing our way through Arizona. It was warmer here than back home. Not that the cold bothered us that much, but it did get tiring having to bundle up like all the other Terrans around us.

Tomorrow we will be flying back home. Flying the conventional way. It's a little awkward carrying both Mom and our luggage. Not like earlier in the week, further up north, when I had taken Mom for a midnight flight through the Grand Canyon, leaving our bags in our hotel room. That had been SO cool! Zipping through the water-worn canyons, going around the spires, zooming up and down along the nearly vertical walls, skimming just over the water.

The next night we had gone up to the top of Monument. That was also cool! It's normally an all-day climb, and we were at the top in a matter of seconds. The view from the top was sensational!

Anyway, this was the last night of our vacation; I had to be back in school on Monday. We were just strolling around town, after having eaten a little too much Mexican food down in the Old City. We both like the hot spicy food; we even ordered a bowl of jalapenos on the side. Mom says that being a Velorian, I would have trouble getting indigestion from anything that I eat. At least if I don't do something really stupid like swallowing a hand grenade, and then following that with a concentrated sulfuric acid chaser. And even then, that mght only make me burp a little. Something about my having a harder than cast-iron stomach.

But Mom hadn't given me even a sip of her margaritas, even though she had told me that alcohol wouldn't have any effect on me. I thought that was totally uncool of her. She didn't even let me lick the salt around the rim of her glass. Glasses actually, she had had several, while I had to make do with Cokes and lemonades.

We had left the downtown business district and were walking through a quiet residential neighborhood. We were both wearing dresses that were a bit too short. And cut quite low. We were showing off more cleavage than we ever did outside of our gym. Well, I never showed off this much of my developing cleavage. I was sure that Steve had seen even more of Mom's ample cleavage.

Not at all like we usually wore at home, we weren't likely to meet anybody that we knew. We had a little fun, teasing the men we encountered with our smiles and our bodies and our pheromones, giggling like two teenagers at their reactions. Mom could still look and act like a teenager when she wanted to. Of course I certainly didn't have any problems looking and acting like a teenager.

We were walking down a dimly lit street, crossing the mouth of an alley, when two young men jumped out of the alley and forced us in. They were each brandishing a knife. Despite the fact that they seemed to be gang members, wearing identical clothes, it seemed to be only the two of them.

Fortunately neither of them seemed to have a gun, at least I didn't see any in their pockets. Even though Mom thought that I was bullet-proof now, I didn't really want to test it. I mean, what if it turned out that I wasn't quite bullet-proof yet? I knew that Mom wasn't quite bullet-proof herself. She'd been shot a couple of times 'in the line of duty'. She wasn't hurt badly, and she healed real quickly, but it was still painful for her. And if somebody got a lucky shot into her heart....

"Okay ladies, just toss us your purses and there won't be any trouble," the man on my side told us, brandishing his knife in the air for emphasis.

Mom just smiled at them. A real wicked, but still sexy, smile. A very sexy smile. I was going to have to get her teach me that one. "You can bet your ass there won't be any trouble. At least not for us." She winked at me. "You want 'em, come get 'em!" Hmm, this could be fun! This was just what we needed, a little after-dinner exercise. Cool! Though with only the two of them between Mom and myself it didn't look like we'd get too much of a workout out of this.

"If that's the way you 'ladies' want to play," he said, waving his knife in the air some more. "Okay, Blade, get 'em!" he told his partner.

"You got it, Slash." Blade approached Mom, holding his knife in front of him with one hand. His other hand reached out for her purse.

Mom gave me another wink as Blade came at her. She drew her purse back with her left hand and quickly sidestepped him before she reached out and grabbed his knife wrist with her right hand. I heard some bones break as she twisted his arm around, forcing him to drop the knife to the ground.

I didn't see the bones break because I was already leaping at the other man, Slash. He was taller and bigger than his partner was, but his reflexes were just as slow. I grabbed his blade with my hand and twisted his knife out of his grasp before he could even try to slash me with it. I crushed the blade with my hand while my other hand closed about his throat. I lifted him up into the air as his two hands closed about my arm. Holding him with my arm outstretched while he vainly struggled, I turned towards Mom. "What should we do with these scum?"

Mom had her man in front of her, on his knees, his good hand trying vainly to loosen her vise-like grip on his other, broken arm. The pain was obvious on his face. She was casually running her free hand through her long shiny black hair as she smiled down at him.

"I think that we should teach them not to prey on helpless 'ladies'," Mom turned to me and laughed. "What do you think?"

"Sounds good to me, 'teacher'," I joined her laughter.

She brought her free hand down on his good arm. I heard both bones in his forearm break as the heel of her hand hit. He screamed, but he couldn't struggle very much with two broken arms. A weak scream escaped his lips. "No talking in class!" she said as she released his wrist. He clutched his hand to his stomach. She then put her hands on the sides of his skull and squeezed. Not hard enough to crush his skull, just enough to knock him unconscious. She then picked him up and carried his limp body across the alley to the trash dumpster. Opening it with one hand, she threw him in with the other. He landed with a thud.

"You want to 'teach' this one, too?" I asked, carrying my man over to her. He looked absolutely terrified, struggling with both of his hands on my wrist, but at least he wasn't 'talking in class', I wasn't letting him get enough air to scream.

"I think that lesson number two is in order. Could you hold him up a bit higher for me, Julie?"

"Sure thing." I raised my arm almost straight up, barely flexing from the effort. After all, he couldn't have weighed more than two hundred pounds. His hands on my arm didn't bother me at all. Taking my cue from Mom, I ran my free hand through my hair, letting him see just how helpless he was in the grip of a teenage girl, that a 'mere' teenage girl was holding him easily with just one hand. He thrashed his legs wildly, trying to get free from me. He was absolutely terrified of the two unarmed women who had so easily overpowered the two armed men. And he had seen what Mom had already done to his partner's arm.

Mom easily captured his thrashing legs and wrapped an arm around each thigh. Then she flexed her arms, her tremendous biceps crushing both of his legs like they were nothing more than toothpicks. "Okay, lesson's over, it's time for his nap," she told me. I squeezed his neck just a little more until he lost consciousness; it didn't take much, he had already almost passed out from the pain and the shock of having both of his legs broken. I then tossed Slash into the dumpster to join his buddy Blade. He didn't land as hard as Blade had, as Blade's body cushioned the impact.

I had been right. It hadn't been much of a workout. We hadn't even gotten our dresses ruffled, let alone worked up a sweat.

Looking around and seeing that we were all alone, Mom picked up Blade's knife and casually bent the blade over to lie next to the handle. She then picked up the crushed remains of Slash's knife and placed them both in her purse. At the next alley she tossed them in. "Let some scavenger wonder what happened," she laughed. At a pay phone on the next street corner Mom called the Tucson police to pick up the two wounded muggers, giving them the location. She didn't bother to give them her name. She also didn't say anything about her 'accomplice'.

As we walked on, Mom told me that she usually didn't kill muggers. At least not the small fry like the two we had just run into. But she told me that it was usually a different story with murderers. If someone was going around willfully killing other people, then that person had forfeited his or her life. Rapists usually fit somewhere in between, but she really did not like them.

"Have you ever killed any? Rapists, I mean."

She was quiet for a moment before answering. "A few."

"But how do you know that somebody's a rapist? They don't go walking around wearing tee shirts that say 'Hi, I'm a rapist' on the front."

She smiled. "Well, it's pretty obvious when a man gets you into a dark alley and tells you to take your clothes off. Or he starts taking them off for you."

Yeah, that's obvious. But Mom? How could anybody force Mom into a dark alley? Other than me, and I certainly wouldn't do that. "That's happened to you? How could somebody force you?"

"More than once, when I let them. I've been used as a decoy when trying to catch a suspected rapist. If a man tries to force me into a dark alley, I go along with him at first. He may just be a mugger, trying to get some privacy. Or he may be a rapist. Some people seem to think that I stand a better chance coming out okay from an encounter in a dark alley than an ordinary policewoman would, no matter how well trained she might be. And some of them also seem to think that I have the looks to interest a rapist," she smiled.

I smiled back at her. "Yeah, some people might think that." As she smiled with the compliment I thought about it some more. "But what if he's got a gun pointed at you? You're not bullet-proof."

"I know. I just have to be quick. And resourceful. I can usually distract him by starting to remove my clothes. And a rapist isn't really interested in killing his victim. At least not until after he's had his fun. The gun's there mostly for show and as a last resort. Rape is really not about sex, but it's about power instead. A rapist gets off on having a woman in his power, more so than on having sex with her."

"Yeah, I read somewhere that a rapist usually loses it completely if the woman can turn the tables on him."

"Exactly. Once I turn the tables on him it's usually all over. He wouldn't be able to get it up even if I tried to rape him. And it can be pleasurable."

Was she crazy? "Pleasurable? How can meeting up with a rapist in a dark alley possibly be pleasurable?"

She smiled at me. "Well, a rapist is expecting some sex from me. And if I'm in the mood, that's exactly what he gets from me. Though not quite in the way he expected."

"Oh? You mean you actually turn it around and rape him?"

"Well, I sometimes take my pleasure from him. And I try not to give him too much pleasure. After all, I'm trying to punish him, letting him know that he picked on the wrong woman. I enjoy being so much stronger than everybody else." She winked at me, "Or at least being stronger than any man."

"You ever raped anybody else?"

She laughed. "A few. But they all knew that it was coming. Steve was even nice enough to come pick me up after work so that I could rape him. Though when the victim is willing, it really isn't rape, and he's really not a victim, no matter how much force I use on him."

As we continued to walk around town, Mom told me about some of her early experiences working on the streets, dealing with rapists and muggers and drug dealers. It was a natural way for her to earn a living here, using her unique abilities, while still having time to take care of me.

She could easily have turned to crime herself. She would have made a great mugger. But that wasn't her. She had been with the Velorians long enough to know that she wanted to be on the side of good. She wanted to do some good on this planet, for the memory of my mother who had been killed by the Arions.

She didn't want to do anything too flashy to call attention to herself. And to me, once I started manifesting my Velorian abilities. She could have become a professional athlete. She would have been awesome in any sport. But that would have raised too many questions.

And she wanted to raise me as a good girl. She didn't want an out-of-control Velorian daughter running loose like an Arion Warrior Prime. And I thought that she succeeded quite well, I couldn't see myself running amuck, using my Velorian powers to rob banks and stuff like that. That would be so totally uncool!

But it wasn't her alone. At least not for the last several years. Steve could be strict when he needed to be. I don't mean that he ever spanked me, or anything like that, even before my manifestation. But when he got that stern look into his eyes and lowered his voice, I knew that I had better behave myself and listen to him. When he was in his father rôle, he was my dad and the head of the household. Yet at other times he was more like an older brother to me.

As I went to sleep that night, I thought about what I would do if I ever met up with a rapist. Would I get scared and try to run away? Or would I try to turn the tables on him and try to rape him?

Would I be able to do what Mom said that she sometimes did? Would I really try to get myself off by using a rapist's body? A man that I didn't know, a man that I had just met? A man that even if I knew, that I probably wouldn't like, let alone love? Could I give my body to a man like that? Could I take the body of a man like that?

Mom had described some ways in which a woman can take her pleasure from a man without giving him any in return. At least if she's a couple of dozen times stronger than he is. Letting him know see her overwhelming strength, letting him know just who was in charge. And in my case, I could probably do even better, if I didn't kill him outright with my strength.

After we got home to Colorado Mom she showed me how to use her connections with the FBI to get a copy of the police report. She then went over the report with me. The report really didn't say too much. It mentioned that when the police had responded to an anonymous female caller, they had found two unconscious Hispanic men, their red and white tee shirts identifying them as members of the same gang, one with a broken wrist and a broken arm, the other with both legs broken. When they had been revived and an ambulance had arrived, they had seemed to be more than a little afraid of the female paramedic, insisting on being treated by her male partner.

Once they had been taken down to the police station they had confessed to several other recent muggings in the neighborhood. They would not explain how they had gotten injured so badly. The police suspected that it might have been a rival gang, though that didn't explain their seeming aversion to the female paramedic.

Mom told me that it was usually best to leave the scene before the police get there. After all, we would have had a hard time explaining just how two unarmed women had protected ourselves from two armed and apparently experienced muggers. Especially if we had told them that just one of us could have done just as well.

As the summer rolled along George got more comfortable being with me. At least he was no longer afraid of me. Sometimes he would take my hand before I could take his. At the movies I didn't have to put his arm around me, it would come of its own accord. And his kissing was improving. I thought that he was almost ready for me to start him off on the French kiss. That would be real cool! Though I would have to be very careful not to break any of his teeth with my tongue.

I still hadn't let him get a good look at my body. Not that I had let any boy do that. I almost always wore one of Steve's tee shirts. Even as well as my breasts had been developing, these shirts still fit me like a tent. But that didn't keep his hands from wandering around the front of my chest. Every now and then he would actually find something. Or two.

My legs weren't a problem. After all, a girl couldn't wear jeans and long skirts all summer. And George wasn't blind. I usually wore shorts. Not real short, but still well above the knees.

One day while we were sitting on the couch watching TV and letting our hands wander while snacking, he dropped his cookie on the floor. Instead of bending down for it, he slid forward and down until he was sitting on the floor leaning back against the base of the couch. Cool! This was too good an opportunity to pass up! I quickly slid over and swung a leg over his head. Now my thighs were on his shoulders and my calves were down his chest. I pulled my legs back a little to pin him back. Not a Velorian pull, just a firm Terran pull. He started to struggle, surprised, but then thought the better of it. He wrapped his arms around my bare calves and began caressing. Mmm, that felt good.

One day George arrived a little early for a date. We had a real romantic date on tap for the day. Mom was driving us into Denver to see a charity softball game between some Broncos and some members of the Denver police department. Steve had already gone on ahead with some of his teammates.

I was still upstairs, trying to decide what to wear. I finally decided on a pair of denim shorts and a light blue sleeveless top that barely reached the top of my shorts. The deep v-neck showed off more of my cleavage than he'd ever seen before. I went downstairs and joined George and Mom in the kitchen; she had just gotten some iced tea out of the refrigerator. George was trying hard not to stare at Mom's chest. Even in one of Steve's large tee shirts Mom was, well, visible. Mom greeted me and George turned around. The look on his face was precious! He definitely liked what he saw. The remainder of the day George didn't even look at Mom's chest. She was still bigger, though not by much, but I was showing more cleavage. I didn't think he even noticed the rest of my outfit. From that day on he was much better at finding a thing or two inside of my tee shirt or blouse.

During that summer we did some remodeling of our house. I had begun enjoying long scalding-hot showers. Well, scalding for normal people. Unfortunately, my showers didn't leave enough hot water for Mom and Steve. So we had a heavy-duty water heater installed, just for me. This way I could enjoy my hot showers without taking any hot water away from the others. Of course it was still only hot water; without converting my bathroom into a pressure chamber we couldn't get water past the boiling point. And the boiling point is lower at the mile-high altitude than it is at sea level.

Mom also took advantage of the remodeling to repaint my bathroom using a special experimental military water- and heat-resistant paint. I didn't know how she managed to pull the strings to arrange that. She also had two full-length mirrors installed on opposite walls, facing each other.

"Mom! I know that I like my, uh, new body, but I don't think that I need to use two mirrors to see myself in."

"Just wait, my little one. Your mother liked having two mirrors, so she could dry her own back with her heat vision. Of course, that was when she couldn't, uh, persuade me to dry her off."

My heat vision had just started to develop. I could light matches, ignite paper, and stuff like that. I couldn't cook steaks or anything useful like that, yet. But it would be SO cool to be able to do stuff like that! It was already pretty cool. Or pretty hot. You know what I mean.

"Don't worry, my little one. You're still not fully-grown. When you are, you'll be able to reduce an army main battle tank to a puddle of molten slag. Or to boil an egg without charring the shell." That would be cool! Or that would be hot. Whatever, you know what I mean.

We also added a balcony outside my room, with a sliding door to allow access. The door had a secret catch that would take more than ordinary strength to open. But it didn't need a lock. Two pine trees shaded the balcony, so I could enjoy it with almost complete privacy. "It'll be handy when you need to leave or enter in a hurry, or discreetly," Mom told me.

Along with all of the other changes we also had to replace my bed once. That had been SO embarrassing! Not cool at all.

George and I had gone to see a movie that evening with some other friends. The boys had wanted to see a shoot-em-up movie, but the girls had persuaded them into taking us to a nice romantic French movie, a real chick-flick. After an all-around delightful evening complete with some cuddling on the couch I had given George his good night kiss and gone upstairs to my room.

Sleep didn't come easy that night. My hands were stroking my breasts, squeezing my nipples lightly, with only a couple of hundred pounds of pressure. One hand worked its way down between my legs and up my nightshirt. It felt SO good! My stroking got faster and deeper. I started squeezing my nipple harder, applying a couple of tons of pressure. I was thinking about what it would feel like to have someone else doing this to me, like George. Or that gorgeous French hunk from the movie. My orgasm left me quite drained and just about ready to go to sleep, when Mom and Steve burst into my room with concerned expressions on their faces.

"Julie! What happened in here? What was that crash?"

"Are you okay, my little one?"

I looked around myself. I saw that I was lying on the floor, the shattered and splintered remains of my bed all around me. So that was what the noise had been. "Uh, I think I'm, uh, okay." I quickly pulled the covers over me. I was trying hard not to show my embarrassment.

Mom had apparently guessed what had happened. She shooed Steve out, telling him, "Okay, big boy. I think that this is just between us girls."

"Oh, Mom! I was, uh, just...."

"It's okay, my little one. I know what happened," she sat down beside me on what was left of the bed and calmed me down, giving me a wink. "But you are going to have to be more careful in the future. We can't get you any Velorian furniture."

"Oh, Mom! I'm so embarrassed." This was definitely not too cool.

"It's okay, my little one. We all do it, it's a natural part of growing up." She looked around at the wreckage. "Though most of us aren't quite so, uh, passionate."

Steve was no dummy, he had figured what had happened. He had the guest room ready for me by the time Mom led me there. First she made me put on a new nightshirt, the front of my old one had been shredded between my strong fingers and my soft breasts. "Be careful and try not to be too blonde in here, Julie, I can only afford one new bed a month," he told me with a grin. I turned away, blushing with embarrassment, as Mom hustled Steve out, saying something about washing his mouth out with soap. Mom sometimes thinks 'blonde' is a dirty word, that must come from being an Arion.

We continued my physical training. Doing things other than wrecking beds, that is. Mom continued teaching me Arion and Velorian martial arts. With my gold necklace, I was still no match for Mom. Steve beat me occasionally at wrestling; I was still stronger and quicker, but his technique was still so much better. My latest growth spurt had made me an inch taller than Mom's five-eight, but Steve still had half a foot of height on me, as well as twice my weight. With his long arms and legs he also had the advantage of leverage.

George and I also began wrestling. Not like I wrestled with Mom and Steve, of course. Our wrestling consisted mostly of rolling on the floor while giggling; he would try to get a good grip on my chest while I 'tried' to stop him. Of course I had to use some totally different techniques with him. I mean, it wasn't really wrestling when his main objective was to get his hands inside my shirt.

Since he wasn't the athletic type, he didn't seem to mind that I 'won' about half the time. I guessed that his male ego didn't bruise easily. Either that or he was happy to be with a girl who could 'match' his strength. After all, he was dating the stepdaughter of a big football player.

To 'encourage' him a little I started wearing tighter clothes. Not exactly body hugging, but smaller tee shirts, that fit me a bit better. Even the occasional tank top, to let him see some cleavage. When I did, he had a tendency to try to aim his kisses a bit lower than for my lips.

Not that our relationship was purely physical. After all, we've been studying together, doing our homework, nearly every day for two years. Once school started up again in the fall, our junior year, we reserved our 'wrestling' until after we finished our homework. It certainly seemed to give him an incentive. And I have to admit; it certainly made me want to finish more quickly. The homework, that is, not the 'wrestling' afterwards.

It wasn't all homework and wrestling, though. We continued to talk. We talked about school, our classmates, and what we planned on doing after graduation from high school. Though at least he didn't talk about Lisa any more.

He also started sharing his fantasies with me. He seemed to have two basic variations on a theme. "I wake up to find myself tied up spread-eagled on my bed and I see you standing over me. 'Ah, awake at last!' you say. Then you proceed to have your way with me, ravishing me before finally taking me, completely ignoring my protests and struggles."

"I'd never tie you up like that!" And why should I? I could have my way with him, or with any man, without tying him up. A man's feeble struggles would mean nothing to my star-born female strength.

"I also fantasize about having you tied up spread-eagled on your bed so I can have my way with your sexy body." Hah! As if any ordinary Terran bonds could hold me. "But I would never do that to you. I love you, Jule. Besides, Steve would kill me if I did anything like that." I had to laugh with him. By the time Steve got there he would only find a grease spot instead of a man who tried to tie me up.

At least George never mentioned using whips. Either on me or having me use them on him.

He wasn't bold enough to try to tie me up, but he was getting bolder. One evening when I wrestled him to the floor on his back, he pushed my shirt up under my armpits. I was too surprised to even move. He then raised his head, snuggling his face between my breasts. Even though I was wearing a bra, there was enough exposed skin for him to kiss and lick.

I finally came to my senses enough to lift myself up off of him and pull my shirt back down. I looked at him, he had an embarrassed smile on his face, he certainly seemed to have enjoyed it. And I have to admit, the light tickling sensation did feel good, even though my bra had been in the way.

He was still a gentleman, though. Or maybe he was still overcoming his natural shyness. Or maybe he was still scared of Steve. He would wait for a little nod from me before pushing up my shirt or unbuttoning my blouse. Though sometimes his hands would wander a little, trying to unhook my bra. But when I told him to stop, he did. He made it clear that he was only going to go as far as I let him. And I wasn't ready to let him remove my bra. Or maybe I didn't think he was ready for that, I wasn't sure. But I did help him a bit by wearing my skimpiest bras sometimes.

One day I got him down on the floor, pinned on his back. I then pushed his tee shirt up under his armpits, exposing his chest. I proceeded to work him over, kissing and licking his chest and suckling on his surprisingly large and hard nipples.

I mentioned George's fantasies to the only Terran male with whom I could discuss such things.

"I think many of us had such fantasies at that age, until we realized that love, true love, doesn't require coercion. I know I did, and so did most of my friends. We'd often discuss which girls we'd like to tie up, or be tied up by," Steve said. Curious people, these Terran males. However, as I continued to eavesdrop on the boys' locker rooms, I would hear conversations along exactly those lines. At least I never heard my name mentioned in them. Nor did I hear George's voice.

Then George mentioned his 'impossible' fantasies. "I know it's impossible, unlike my other fantasies."

"Hah! As if I would ever let you tie me up!" To prove the point I rolled him off of me and pinned his wrists to the floor, my barely covered breasts just inches from his face.

He smiled up at me. "You're getting close, Jule." Huh? Surprised, I rolled off of him and let him up. I rearranged my shirt. We sat down on the couch and cuddled while he told me about his 'impossible' fantasies.

"I sometimes dream about some incredibly strong and yet beautiful woman, some super athlete or a bodybuilder, forcing herself on me. She doesn't have to tie me up. She walks into my room and pins me to the wall with one hand, saying 'You're mine, little boy.' Her free hand rips my clothes off. My struggles mean nothing to her. She casually throws me on the bed. My hardest blows just bounce off her rock-hard muscles. 'That's it, little boy, you're starting to get me interested,' she mocks me as I pound her large firm breasts. She then mounts me and uses me, not even bothering to control my arms or to block my blows. But I know something like that could never happen to me. I know that I'm not very big or strong, and a woman like that wouldn't want me."

He smiled and continued, "Do you ever dream about somehow being so strong that you could overpower a couple of big football players and have your way with them? Their big muscular bodies helpless against your strength? Maybe even while their girlfriends helplessly watch? I sometimes fantasize about you doing something like that, before you come to take me on, one-on-one."

"No, I've never thought about doing that." A couple of football players? ONLY a couple of football players? I wasn't about to tell him about my fantasies involving the football team. Nor my fantasies about the wrestling team.

But there was a worrisome element in there. "So do you wish that I had muscles like that? Or would you rather be with a bodybuilder or somebody like that?" I had seen the way he looked at Mom sometimes. I knew that all boys looked at their girlfriends' mothers, but this was different. What if he ever saw her muscles? Those Arion muscles that would be the envy of any Terran bodybuilder, male or female? Those muscles were sometimes visible when Mom moved, even if she wasn't exerting herself.

"No no, Jule. I like you just the way you are. And I wouldn't want to be with anybody else."

"Like? You only like me?" I tried to fake some crying, but he knew me too well by now.

He put his arms around me and held me tight. "I love you, Jule." He planted a kiss on my lips.

"And I love you, George." I replied when he broke off. I then planted a kiss on his lips as I rolled us over.

How could I tell him that I really had fantasized about easily overpowering the entire football team? And how could I tell him that it wasn't just a fantasy, that I really could do it?

But I didn't want to overpower him with my Velorian muscles. I wanted him to want me for who I was.

Of course, I just might have to use those Velorian muscles of mine from time to time, in order to fulfill his fantasies. After all, if he wanted a girl who was much stronger than he was, somebody who could easily have her way with him, then he had certainly picked the right girl. Even if he didn't know it just yet.

I later discussed these fantasies with Steve while we were downstairs lifting weights. Well, he was lifting weights. I was lifting the weight machine. "You sure know how to pick your men, you Supremis superwomen," he laughed, putting down his weight and sitting on the bench. "When I was that age, I used to dream about a woman who could do that to me. A superwoman who could effortlessly overpower me. And I knew it would never happen to me." He showed his own impressive biceps and smiled. "I'm still thankful that I found such a woman. Or rather that one found me," he laughed.

I put down the weight machine and sat down next to him. "What about his fantasy about me and the football players? How could he possibly want a girl who would do something like that?"

"Because he's just like I was at his age," he laughed again. "If I was going to be overpowered by a woman, I wanted her to go all the way. Not just a woman who could overpower me, but a bunch of my friends as well, before picking me for some one-on-one. Of course, she had to pick ME for that one-on-one afterwards. It made me feel good, even if it was only in my fantasies, that I was 'worthy' of such a superwoman. Sometimes when your mother has me, uh, worn out, I describe to her how I imagine her taking on a group of my teammates," he laughed yet again. Even curiouser, these Terrans.

Then he continued. "What about you? You can't tell me you haven't fantasized about showing off your strength, can you? For you, overpowering a dozen football players wouldn't even work up a good sweat."

"But I don't want to beat up anybody. But I have fantasized about showing up at a football practice and, uh, showing off a little. Being the best ball carrier and being the best tackler." I briefly described some of my fantasies.

"It looks to me like you two have a good fit," he laughed.

"What about the girls? What kind of fantasies did your girlfriends have? The ones before Mom?" I asked with my best smile.

"Oh no, you don't!" He put up his hands. "You're not getting me into that! I'm sure that your Velorian libido gives you plenty of your own fantasies. You don't want to, uh, dilute them with 'frail' Terran ones."

"What about Mom, then? Has she told you any of her fantasies?" I tried again, with my best smile.

He matched my smile. "I think that you should ask her that yourself." The spoilsport!

Mom told me pretty much the same thing as Steve had when I finally did ask her. "I'm sure an Arion Beta's fantasies will seem rather tame to a Velorian," she said, giving me a wink.

Of course the fact that I now had a boyfriend didn't stop me from checking out the other guys at school. I did spend a little too much time looking at the guys in my classes. I mean really looking. Looking right through their clothes to see what they had, imagining what it would be like to have one of them between my legs. I also peeked into the boys' locker room at least a couple of times. A couple of times a day, that is.

It was just too much fun to check out the guys. After all, a girl's got have a hobby. And I figured that I wasn't really hurting anyone. There was no reason why the guys should feel embarrassed about it. They didn't know that I was checking them out. But I did have to remember to also concentrate on my school work. It would be way too much embarrassing to have to explain to my teachers why my grades were suffering. But I didn't cheat. I never even tried to peek at the answers.

I had to get a new bicycle; with my growth spurt I had outgrown my old one, my legs were now too long. Too long for the old bicycle, not for me. I loved my new legs. But a bike could be a bit, well, revealing, with a short skirt.

I had tried to get Mom and Steve to buy me my own car instead. Besides my schoolwork and my training, I really didn't have the time for a part-time job. Mom and Steve did give me a generous allowance, which lets me cover my share of the dates with George, and some clothes, but that's about it. But they still wouldn't buy me a car. Not even an old junker.

So I had to ask Mom if I could borrow her car that evening for a date with George. The next week I again brought up the subject of getting my own car so I wouldn't have to keep borrowing hers. "C'mon, just an old clunker. I'm not asking for a new sports car, or anything like that. Though it's not like you couldn't afford it, your Pro Bowl bonus could cover any car I could ever want. Or maybe you could get John Elway to give you a used one, the next time you do a TV commercial for him."

"But you don't have to go anywhere that needs a car," Mom said. "You were riding your bike to school before you got your driver's license, and the school hasn't moved away anywhere."

"Or are you looking for something with a back seat?" Steve said. "Because if you are, young lady, then I'm definitely not going to get you one," he smiled at me, emphasizing both the 'young' and the 'lady' a little too much. I guessed that it was true, no matter how old a girl gets, to her father she's always his "little girl". Even to a stepfather like Steve.

"Would you prefer that I did it with someone on the living room couch, then? Somebody like George?" I asked, returning his smile. "Or maybe he and I can do it downstairs in the hot tub."

"JULIE!" Mom started to stand up.

I knew that I had gone too far with that one, even for a Velorian. Or for an Arion Mom. "Sorry, Mom." I went back to quietly eating my dinner as Mom sat back down.

But a few minutes later, I tried again. "Maybe I'll take the Porsche out for a spin tonight." I pushed up my sleeve and flexed an arm. "After all, I don't need to borrow the keys to take it out for a ride. And it's such a cool car. Much cooler than anything any of the boys have. Though the back seat is kinda cramped and it's not all that comfortable."

Steve looked aghast; that classic roadster was his pride and joy. Well, after the two of us. "Julie!" Mom said. "You know you're not supposed to touch that car! Steve won't even let me drive it. And I've even asked him nicely," she said, pushing up her sleeve and flexing an arm of her own.

I pushed my sleeve down as she pushed hers down. "I'm sorry. I know. I was just kidding. But it sure would be cool to have my own set of wheels. Four of 'em, not just the two on my bicycle."

That Saturday Steve got his Porsche out from under the tarp and took us out to a deserted office park and let Mom and me drive it around the empty parking lot. But only slowly. And well away from anything more potentially hazardous than a painted stripe on the pavement. But that was still SO cool!

Of course, when I asked him about borrowing it for a date that evening, he refused to even consider it. Even before seeing Mom's warning glance, I dropped the subject. I could tell that Steve was about to go into his stern father rôle.

And when we got back home, he made both Mom and me help him wash and wax it. Of course both Mom and I were very careful. After all the point of waxing it was to help protect the car, we certainly didn't want to dent it in the process. And then when we were done he sprayed us both with the water hose, until Mom and I were both completely soaked, out wet tee shirts plastered against our bodies like second skins. Steve certainly seemed to appreciate the way we looked, especially the way Mom looked. When he whistled at her Mom got him back by upending the soap bucket on him, and then wresting the hose away from him, so that he was just as wet as we were.

Then we had to go in to clean up and change before dinner. But I noticed that it took them a while before they came back out of their room. It was at least an hour before I even heard them in the shower. And then it wasn't a quick shower either.

When they finally came downstairs for dinner, their arms linked, they definitely looked happy.