He had the rest of their lives planned to perfection...he only missed one small detail.
Randy had a good life. He owned a successful business, had two wonderful children and a beautiful wife. Now that their youngest was off to college, Randy was eager to reap the benefits of having had children young. To his way of thinking, becoming empty nesters in their early forties was just about perfect. But his wife had other plans.
Following the divorce, and a bit of soul searching, Randy decides to take a Grand Tour of his homeland and really
own
his mid-life crisis. He buys a fast car, kisses his kids goodbye and heads west. He would soon discover, however, that fate had one more surprise in store for him.
After accidentally saving an ill-tempered alien with a cockney accent and a devastating appetite for junk food, Randy embarks on an adventure beyond his wildest imagination with a companion whose abilities seem boundless. Along the way, he encounters the best and worst of humanity and meets a bevy of remarkable women.
Incorrigible is the tale of a good man who, in rescuing an alien, finds himself in a very human struggle between good and evil. His new companion tosses out Faustian bargains like candy, forcing him to navigate the fine line between finding true happiness and losing his soul.
Author's note:
This novel is a work of sci-fi adventure. I've split it into four sections for publication here.
All sensuality (on page or otherwise) takes place between characters who are eighteen or older.
Twenty-Three
"Hey, good news," Sabrina piped up from the backseat. "I found us a decent hotel that's just about thirty minutes up the road. Any objection to stopping and getting some rest now or do you want to push all the way through tonight?"
"Fine by me," Randy said.
Ariana added, "Just let me know which hotel and I'll grab a room there too."
"Great. I'll get us booked." After a few moments of silence, she continued, "Oh shit. They've just got suites available. Ariana, are you opposed to bunking up? Seems a waste for us to have a suite all to ourselves." Ariana was silent for a moment, so Sabrina added, "I promise we'll keep it down."
Randy caught Ariana's grin out of the corner of his eye just before she said, "Sure. That sounds great. Just let me know what my share is."
Sabrina made a noise which sounded a bit like a snicker, but which Randy hoped was swallowed up by the road noise. Randy briefly thought of a way to surreptitiously communicate to Sabrina the need to arrange accommodations for Cnychwr, but he quickly realized that this was almost certainly her primary reason for taking the initiative on their lodging.
The remainder of their trip passed in silence, and they pulled into the hotel Sabrina had found just as the last vestiges of sunlight faded from the western sky. Sabrina extracted herself from the car and proceeded inside to collect their keys while Randy and Ariana stood awkwardly leaning on either side of the car's passenger side a few meters apart.
Sabrina returned moments later and stopped before them. "You two have got to
relax
." She flowed up against Randy and he felt her arm snake around him. She turned to their guest and said, "Come on, Ariana. Let's go check out the room while Randy grabs our things."
Randy watched them enter the hotel before he climbed into the vehicle and drove it to a more secluded parking spot. After shutting down the vehicle, he reached into his back pocket and extracted the room key Sabrina had deposited there. He looked in the review mirror and said, "You still with me back there?"
"Where else would I be?" Cnychwr muttered in irritation. "I cannot believe you referred to me as a dog. Again."
"You'd have preferred I inform her there's an alien in the backseat?"
"I take your point. What happens now?"
"Sabrina arranged for a room for you. We just use standard procedure to get you inside and then you lay low until we're ready to move again."
"I grow weary of 'laying low', as you call it. Your entertainment programs are the worst sort of intellectually devoid drivel. Even taking into account the unhealthy obsession your species has with intercourse, they are irredeemable."
"Not my fault you keep watching trashy reality shows.
"That is all that is on," Cnychwr snapped. "I wish to find the equipment I require to coordinate with my people. I will remind you that you agreed to take me to your Silicon Valley to discover if your kind has even yet invented the parts I need. I wish to feed. I wish to do...anything."
"I'll see what I can do about the equipment thing. I'm loath to give you access to my credit card but maybe I can provide the means to do some online searching without attracting too much attention. Would that help?"
"What of my need for nourishment?"
Randy smirked and said, "Is that what you're calling it now?"
"I neither requested, nor desired, your judgement. Did your mate make arrangements for me to order room service, or did you have something else in mind?"
"I'll make sure you have access to room service. Within reason."
"I could make you rich beyond your wildest dreams when I depart, and yet you continue to insist upon these petty restrictions. I know a reasonable meal does not strain your financial capabilities, why pretend otherwise?"
"Because being thrifty is how I found myself in a position to be able to afford a touch of luxury. I have no intention of squandering it on your behalf. Besides, your needs will be met. I just have no intention of fueling any more benders. Now, let's make with the invisibility so I can catch up with Sabrina and Ariana before they get suspicious."
"As you wish," Cnychwr said before winking out of sight.
***
Later that evening, as Sabrina prepared for bed and Randy sipped at his cocktail, he watched her with renewed appreciation. She felt his eyes on her and turned to regard him with a raised eyebrow. She wore nothing but a filmy nightgown that did little to hide her alluring curves.
"Yes?" she murmured as she removed her makeup.
"Just appreciating the view, my dear."
"I see how it is. You think I'm in the mood to play with your spectacular penis."
"I assume nothing. But the day I fail to appreciate such beauty? Don't even bother to check for a pulse. Just toss some dirt on me and move on."
"You keep talking like that and I'm liable to fall for you, Mr. Vettel."
She turned quickly back to the mirror, but Randy could see the blush spread across her cheeks in her reflection. He smiled and softly said, "I'm falling for you too."
She whirled to face him, regarding him intently for several seconds before finally saying, "I'm glad to hear that. But I can't help feeling a little confused."
"How so?"
Sabrina quickly finished up in the restroom and stepped over to join Randy on the bed. However, instead of laying down beside him, she sat by his side and stared into his eyes. At length, she said, "I really like you, Randy. I wasn't lying when I said I could fall for you."
She paused, prompting Randy to say, "But?"
"I've never been in love," Sabrina said quickly. "I thought I loved my ex, at least at the beginning. But, in hindsight, I think it was just decent chemistry, both in and out of the bedroom. Before that, I'd never felt anything for the guys I dated. Truth be told, I was convinced I was a lesbian because I always tended to click with the few women I dated. I was ready to give up dick for good when I met Fred. He didn't sweep me off my feet so much as manage to do what no guy had ever done for me before that. Namely, treat me moderately decently and occasionally get me off.
"After Fred, I dated a few women but none of them did it for me either. I'd convinced myself that I just wasn't meant to be in a serious relationship. Then I met you. I have
never
felt any kind of instant attraction before, not to mention how well we fit outside the bedroom."
