It appeared as if Gloria was going to stay the night with Steve and Angel. Having two extremely sexy women wanting you; should have been every red-blooded man's dream. However Gloria was the 26th Century's Queen of Sex, and she had almost killed him the last time they had made love. Which had only been a few hours ago, there was no way Steve wanted to be the meat in their sandwich tonight.
The truly scary thing was that Gloria could enflame him at will, using her futuristic potency drugs. However he dreaded to think what long-term damage these drugs would do to his body, and wanted to avoid finding out. He had just finished his rabbit stew; which he had wolfed down to try and satisfy the ravenous hunger caused by the aforementioned drugs.
It was ironic that he had just castrated and crucified a man to save a rabbits life, and was then offered a rabbit stew for his supper. You don't have to be insane to get through life but it doe's help, he thought to himself, as he tried to think of a way out of this situation.
'Alison! I have to go and see Alison' he cried in relief.
'Who the is Alison?' asked Gloria.
'Alison is Steve's 20th Century woman, he is trying to get her pregnant,' explained Angel helpfully.
'Yes Gloria, I have promised to try and get her pregnant and this is the best night to try. I'm sure an expert like yourself knows all about women's cycles etc,' he said more in hope than anticipation.
He was fortunate that Gloria was incapable of interfering in the process of getting a British woman pregnant. It was her main purpose in life, and she would never deny another woman the chance.
'Ok Steve, Angel and I will allow this Alison to join us in bed with you,' she said magnanimously.
'Oh for fucks sake Angel, please explain to your mother the taboos of this century. I'll see you tomorrow'. Discretion being the better part of valour, he jumped out leaving them to sort it out between them.
Steve had left Alison in order to find her missing children. He had discovered that the children were just bait in a trap for him and his QT device. The children had apparently never been in any danger, and had made their way back to the Orphanage safely.
Steve could have jumped back in time to meet Alison mere seconds after he had left her, but he was realising the difference between Linear Time and Biological time. In order to achieve any logical continuity he had to stick to his biological time reference, or he would get himself in a right temporal muddle.
Consequently as it had been almost two days since he had last seen her, he had to make a spatial jump to the Orphanage without any temporal factor. He had left Alison after making love to her in the country, outside the town in which the Orphanage was situated. It was nighttime in Thailand, when he materialised in the Orphanage.
Alison was on duty and patrolling the premises, when she saw him approaching her.
'Hello Stranger,' she said beaming her brilliant smile at her lover. Steve hugged her to him and kissed her lovingly.
'Sorry I had to whiz off darling but it was an emergency,' he said. She took him into the kitchen and made him a cup of tea, while he brought her up to date on Angel and her mother Gloria.
Steve had wrestled with his conscience, concerning whether he should tell Alison about his sexual experiences with Gloria. In the end it was more pragmatism than honesty; that made him tell her everything that had happened without editing out the sexual bits. Steve knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Angel would tell Alison all about him fucking Gloria.
Not in any vindictive or troublemaking way, but simply because to Angel's mind it was of no more importance than telling Alison about the rabbit stew he had eaten for his supper.
'Wow Steve, this takes a bit of absorption. I know you are fucking Angel, which I have no right to complain about as I came along much later. But I really don't know what to think about you fucking Angel's mother. How old is she for fuck's sake?' said Alison
Steve knew he was in Deep Shit here, and decided the only way to show Alison his side of the story, was to introduce her to Gloria. Without further ado, he jumped them both back to his house. As he had only been gone ten minutes, Angel and Gloria were still in the kitchen chatting. Angel showed no surprise, when a frowning Alison appeared out of the air.
Gloria was still getting used to people popping in and out of thin air, and jumped in surprise when they materialised.
'Hello Ali,' said an unperturbed Angel giving her a big hug and a kiss. 'Glad you could join us; I would like to introduce my Mother. Dr. Alison Fairweather, please meet Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to the King.'
Although Angel and Gloria had gone to the future to change their clothes Angel had chosen to wear jeans and tee shirt, and had suggested that Gloria do the same. She explained that it would help them blend in with the 20th Century. Gloria cavilled at this, preferring to wear one of her spray on cat suits.
It was only when Angel pointed out the difficulty of fucking whilst wearing a cat suit compared to a pair of jeans, that Gloria saw reason and capitulated to her daughters suggestion. Consequently Alison first saw Gloria in casual wear, leaning against the cooker eating a slice of toast. She was shorter than Alison, and if truth were said a bit plumper. She had a beautiful face with brilliant green eyes, framed by shoulder length auburn hair.
'Pleased to meet you Alison, I can call you Alison? Angel tells me that you are lovers,' said Gloria ' I can see why my daughter is interested in you, you are a very beautiful woman.' Alison blushed under Gloria's admiring gaze and grabbed hold of Steve's arm for protection. Although if asked she couldn't say what it was that she felt she needed protecting from.
This little woman seemed to radiate Sex in palpable waves; that filled the kitchen and resonated in Alison's groin.
'You are hereby forgiven Steve,' she whispered. ' I don't know what it is about Gloria, but I want to have sex with her and I've only just met her.'
'And that's at a distance,' he replied ' for fucks sake don't let her touch you with her nails or you'll be well and truly fucked. I know, I have the tee shirt.'
'Mother behave yourself in company, Ali is family and I love her. Turn off the sub-harmonics and be good,' scolded Angel smiling at her mother.
'You spoil all my fun Angela, I was only playing' said Gloria pouting prettily. Suddenly it was as if Alison had emerged from a spell, and Gloria became just a very attractive woman, instead of a Sexual siren.
'Please forgive Mother Ali, she is genetically designed for Sex and Procreation, and has the unofficial title of "Queen of Sex" in our time.'
