I awoke to find my spouses attached to my nipples. Normally I would have chastised them for taking without asking, but I realized that they had gone a long time without a fix, so I let it slide. I just lay there and reveled in the waves of pleasure their sucking gave. OH YES! The pleasure crested and subsided. It came to me that I might have experienced an orgasm. This was to be a major turning point in thinking about my own identity. Triunes were not supposed to experience orgasm in Triskelion society. That was the norm. I understood then how much I had modeled my behavior upon Beloved Parent. I was a triune like it but a human one. Underline Human. Because of that I could not rely upon everything I had learned at Beloved Parent's knee. We human triunes were, to a large extent, on our own. It was up to us to find our own identity. I found that thought to be a little scary.
"Guys, when you finish I want to talk to about something." "Murf." "Snorf." Well, at lease I got some sort of response from the greedy guts. Pat came up for air.
"We haven't made up our minds about the kids yet."
"It is not about our unborn. I want to see if you will let me change you a little." That got Mike's attention.
"Please let me keep my tea and coffee."
"No, no. All I want to do is make your bodies more efficient."
"If this involves growing another head forget it."
"Try to be serious about this Mike. From my point of view you two are almost deaf and blind. To put it simply I want to give you both a full set of prehensile sensory tendrils, like Triskelion males and females, and place them around your wrist areas."
"I don't want to look like an octopus," said Pat.
"No one has to see them. I could make them retractable like a cat's claws. You can't imagine how much more you can perceive with them."
"You could remove them if we didn't like them?" asked Pat.
"Sure."
"When do you want to do it?" asked Mike.
"Ah, I did it last night. Sorry. They will be fully developed in about a week."
"Jeeze, Pepper, what else have you been doing to us," Mike said sounding a little steamed.
"Not much, just getting your bodies tuned up. I have cleaned up your arteries, got your livers working properly, kicked out a bunch of bad genes. We will have a lot of healthy years together."
"That doesn't sound bad," said Mike. I might make seventy-five yet."
"Seventy five what?" I asked.
"Years of course."
"You're funny, Mike," I said giggling.
"Pepper, how long do you think we are supposed to live?" asked Pat.
"Oh, with the physiological fine tuning I've done I would say about nine hundred years." They both looked quite shocked. What did I say?
"Pepper," said Pat whose eyes had glazed over, "Mike was being serious when he said seventy five years was the typical human life span."
I was shocked them. I guess I had never stopped to think about how biologically primitive regular human people are. "Well," I said nonchalantly, "it used to be." They were speechless. How novel.
"What about overpopulation?" Mike asked.
"Won't happen. Before human people had little, or no, control over their own reproduction. Now it is entirely a voluntary act. We shall have no unwanted children. But we must never talk about your changes to outsiders. I fear others might misunderstand. Or even worse it could be used for anti-triune propaganda."
"Pat your eyes are violet," exclaimed Mike.
"Yours are too," Pat replied.
"I modified your eyes to see in the infrared spectrum. You can see in complete darkness now."
"I'm going to work," Mike said racing out of bed.
"Don't get in my way," shouted Pat.
"Do you want to know about your digestive systems."
"Hell no!" was their joint reply.
I felt quite good about what I had done. In
fact I felt euphoric about it and that puzzled me. My feelings
seemed to way out of proportion in relation to what I had done.
I felt the way I used to when I have pleased Beloved Parent. Oh
well, what's so bad about feeling good.
Good day sunshine, good day sunshine,
good day sunshine.
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out,
I've go something I can laugh about.
I feel good in a special way.
I'm in love, and it's a sunny day.
Good day sunshine, good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine.
We take a walk, the sun is shining down,
burns my feet as they touch the ground.
Good day sunshine, good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine.
Copyright 1997 by Dennis Tallent
You can e-mail Dennis at: tallent@earthlink.net
Dennis Tallent is a native son of the state of Texas; the direct desendent of an officer of the Texas Revolutionary Army. He is an active member of MENSA, The Libertarian Party and Tebala Shrine Temple. At the moment he is a nursing student at Northern Illinois University in Dekalb, Illinois.
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