Sometimes I really want to tell her I love her but each time I do she just smiles at me. It’s hard for me, not being the kind of man to show my feelings to a woman all that easily…but every time I see Jenny I really do have to tell her I love her. I suppose it isn’t proper love really but then her names not Jenny either, its something unpronounceable like Yennej-something-something-something, a series of sounds which always turns me on the instant I hear them. Yennej, it will have to do for now, does not speak much English you see. In fact the first time I encountered her I wasn’t even sure Yennej was a she. I found out later she was, which pleased me and encouraged me to interact with others of her kind and her in particular. After all she was a native of what has of late become my home planet.

Love is a difficult concept to define anyway, wouldn’t you say? Even in one’s own language and with recognisable themes and idioms. We all know the feelings, I certainly do! Like freefall in the belly when there is nothing in one’s stomach. A difficult concept to define when the word itself means so much to different people in as many different situations are there were stars in the sky of that little green, not quite like Earth type planet in the newly found Cartwheel spiral system. That said I’d like to think the love I feel for Yennej is different to the love I felt for certain members of the crew I used to have. For them it was purely carnal, as carnal, as theirs was towards me, lets make no secret of that fact. No, where Yennej was concerned my feelings were rather more than that, they were…alright they were carnal as well but there was something more than that.

You’ll laugh I know, cynically and you’d be right to if I told you. Yennej was the first being I’d ever met who I’d wanted to spend the rest of my life with. As true as I sit here writing it all in a story to you, it is.

……………

I did my washing this morning, under the waterfall where everyone does it. All the natives that is. I didn’t have much. I only went to see if Yennej would be there, and she was, along with her sisters and brother, I suppose I shall have to call them that. She swam, as I’d hoped she would, all of them did, while their clothes dried on the long, warm stone incline on the sunny side of the falls.

They hadn’t brought anything with them to wash except the garments they stood up in, garments being a loose term for the strips and patches of peculiar material that they wore, and which they removed unhesitatingly the instant they got there. They weren’t alone either, hell no! I would say a goodly number of their immediate tribe were probably there too, all in the same state and condition, all gathered under the pretext of washing.

And washing was one of the first native words I learned from her.

So I did my washing regularly, in order to look at Yennej while she washed her own thngs. I didn’t have much anyway, didn’t need much in fact, boots probably being the only prerequisite because of all the thorns on the ground here and there. Sometimes, if the day was hot, and it invariably was, boots and shorts is all I ever wore.

They laughed at me of course, Phil and Deebee, the last surviving of my crewmembers. Laughed because they knew how much I wanted it and how exclusive they’d made it to keep it away from me. Deebee being heavily pregnant with Phil’s child was the way they did it, that is.

“Now she’s carrying a kid of mine Emm, she doesn’t feel like fucking around with anyone else”

“That’s alright” I’d reassured him, early on, long before she began to show. “Alright because I am hoping to get off with one of the local girls……”

That’s before it all blew up on me, went sour and cynical and everything else. We’d both been Deebee’s lovers at one time, while we were still spaceside, before we lost most of our atmosphere and our crew and were forced to make a spectacularly final landing on this planet. After that, of the twelve of us, six men and six women, unhappily only the three of us were left.

And that was when the problems began, when it might have been wise for one of us men to have killed the other, but we didn’t. We both chased after, and caught, the only female human still in existence, the oversexed, frantically fertile microbiologist everyone had known as Deebee.

Confrontations were not long in coming but I’d already worked out which way it was going when, after yet another exhausting session of sexual debauchery I let on about Yennej and me.

Foolishly at first I’d considered bringing her into the arrangement with us, making a foursome of it, in which we might all go on quite happily. A stunned silence and disbelieving looks from them both soon put the mockers on that idea.

“But she’s a bloody native Emm!” they told me disgustedly. I hated it when they called me Emm, considering it derogatory. They knew that too, naturally, that’s why they did it. And at every opportunity after that it was Emm this or Emm that until, to outward appearances anyway it became just so much water off a ducks back.

In secret I honestly soon felt like killing the pair of them, but that is another story entirely. After all I can’t and won’t be held responsible for the fate of the entire human race. Phil, Deebee and me were the last surviving members of it, so far as we know, you see.

Sorry, I went off on a reciprocal there. I was thinking of Phil and Deebee together and they way things used to be. Sometimes its not a good idea to go over old times too much. No, for sure, sometimes it’s not a good idea!

“Of course she’s a native?” I threw back at them “This is her planet after all, not an annex of Old Mother Earth! We are the bloody aliens here!”

They laughed then. Laughed and looked at me sourly, Deebee with her bloated tits shining with sweat and the silly gold coloured key she always wore around her neck gleaming and sticking crookedly to the skin between them.

“Aliens?” Phil said thoughtfully. “Us?”

“Of course we are!” I repeated “We are the aliens here!”

Deebee shifted uncomfortably. She was not entirely naked that day, though she might as well have been, the way she was sitting and the loose skirt she wore hid next to nothing at all. That damned skirt was all she had worn for weeks now, that damned skirt and nothing else. She reckoned her condition made wearing clothes uncomfortable but I knew she went around like that just to annoy me.

At least the native women didn’t go topless all the while simply to annoy each other. Nor did they pose revealingly to other men unnecessarily. They did both for other reasons entirely, especially when, as I’d seen on several occasions, they went to the waterfalls to do their washing.

“You can’t fuck one of them!” they told me scornfully “They’re…different, you know. They haven’t…”

Phil would snigger then and Deebee would grin and flash her crotch and I’d get annoyed all over again. I was well aware of what she looked like between the legs without her constantly reminding me.

“They’re mammals the same as we are!” I told them. “Mammals like us with warm blood…”

It did no good at all. They got worse until it was like talking to the hull of a spacecraft, talking to them. And lately, just to annoy me further Deebee began to dribble milk freely from her nipples constantly.

“They’re not mammals!” she’d said scornfully, earlier that morning, coming close enough for me to see exactly what she meant by the word. “They’re something weird like fish or marsupials!” she muttered eyeing me carefully.

“Mammals have tits don’t they Emm?” Phil had asked, “They have to have, don’t they? That’s what tits means Emm! Tits, mammaries, mammals!”

Even if I had needed a biology lesson I didn’t need one from a bloody physicist of all things. He was taunting me deliberately.

“Got the hots for a native girl have you?” Deebee enquired condescendingly. “One of those skinny little things in a cave by the waterfalls…”

The look I gave her might have killed her stone dead. Cave by the waterfalls indeed! As if either of them had ever been inside one anyway. It was simply more of the same kind of stuff and to tell the truth I finally and irrevocably gave up on both of them there and then. If they were the last remnants of the human race then I wanted nothing more to do with them.

So when I‘d done glaring at her, which felt much longer than it actually was I am sure, I walked across to the hatch, went inside and collected up the last few of my things. It stank inside our ship I have to say, stank from all the fucking Phil and Deebee had done, stank and suddenly, as I dragged at my sleeping bag I felt glad to be rid of it.

The pair of them stared at me when I came out. Stared at me as if they didn’t believe what they were seeing. Then they both laughed, loudly, artificially and together.

I saw a touch of fear in their eyes then.

“……Emm?” Phil said questioningly.

“That is fucking that!” I stated bluntly “You can do what you like from now on, both of you. I am leaving!”

“But Emm……” Deebee stared at me. “You ……you can’t leave”

“Can’t?” I spat “Can’t? I already damn well have!”

“But Emm……” Phil tried again “You can’t go. We……we’re a team!”

“Were at team!” I spat “Were. Until we came here, until you in your cleverness fucked up the ship!”

Phil looked at me wildly. They both did.

“But Emm!” they said, both together.

“But Emm nothing!” I grinned at them. They’d need me soon enough as a medical officer if anything went wrong with the birth of their baby, need me and find me no doubt, but until then……

………………

Sometimes I really want to tell Jenny I love her but each time I do she just smiles at me. It’s hard for me, not being the kind of man to show my feelings but every time I see Jenny I really do want to tell her I love her.

I went down the ravine to the waterfall today. In order to do my washing, you understand. To wash myself and my clothes, the few I have left and to see if Yennej was there naturally.

She was. This time without her brother and sisters. There in the shallows where the bottom is sandy, where the incline come right down to the waters edge. I looked at her and she looked at me and I got that terrible feeling in my belly immediately.

She turned towards me and smiled and the feeling got worse and worse. I could see her clearly then, as if for the first time, thigh deep in the water with a pattern of ripples reflecting onto her body.

And sure enough she had mammaries, little ones its true but then she was only a little creature anyway.

“Washing me?” she said in her sing-song little voice.

I nodded. At least I think I did. The mists from the waterfall were drifting across my eyes and doing strange things to my memory.

“Washing me!” I agreed.

Her smile broadened.

“Washing you!” she said.

I took off my boots and shorts and waded into the water beside her.

“Washing you too!” I said

And so we did.

© Aahlu September 2010.

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