While I was waiting for my appointment I felt the excitement building within me. What would happen? Would it be victory or a catastrophe or would it just turn out to be a hallucination after all? The wait seemed to drag on forever. Eventually it was time.
The procedure was the same as always, I pictured Lata in her bedroom and there I was. She was lying on the bed wearing only a transparent black nightie. She looked delicious.
"Well I'll be damned," she said when I appeared. "Alright, lover boy, I promised you my cooch. Come and get it!"
Gone was the staid professor, she had become all woman. I didn't fuck her. We made love, gently and with feeling. It was wonderful. While in the throes of passion I sucked on her neck, giving her a monstrous hickey. She never even noticed. I got her to orgasm three times before I became undone and surfaced in the Oktonian shagging room. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. The Oktonian woman had her cunt full of come and I was dismissed as usual.
***
The next few hours were murder. Even if I could have contacted Lata, there would have been no point. She wouldn't get laid for hours yet, assuming it worked. There was nothing to do until morning.
Lata appeared without Bernice when the guards delivered me. She wore a scarf and was fuming with anger.
"You bastard," she yelled at me when the guards had gone, "What did you give me the hickey for? What are you? Some silly teenager?"
"Sorry, Darling. I had to do that."
"What on Earth for?"
"Anything we remember might have been subjective. The hickey is objective proof that what we remember did in fact take place. No illusion, no psychic phenomenon could have put it there, neither could you've done it to yourself, seeing where it is."
"That was clever," she admitted. "So we really had an honest to goodness romp in the hay?"
"You bet we did. And what a wonderful romp it was, I must say. I loved every minute of it."
"To be honest, so did I. You can do that to me again, any time."
"How about right now, or would that raise eyebrows if we went to your cabin for a bit of fun?"
"The general might outrank me, but I don't report to him. This is my project. He is in charge of the ship and security. I can do whatever I deem necessary."
"How about deeming it necessary?"
"Come on, lover boy, let's go."
An hour later when we were in a post coital cuddle I said to her: "This is what I have missed. The moments when all passion is spent and only tenderness remains. You see, with the Oktonian sex, if that's what it is, the moment I come it's over. It's great if you just want to get your rocks off, but that's all. This is so much better."
"Yes it is. I missed that last night."
"Tell me what happened towards the end. I need to know how it finished for you."
"When I had my final orgasm it looked like you were about to come, but instead you faded out and disappeared. Even your clothes on the floor vanished, leaving me feeling incomplete. Happy, but incomplete, if you know what I mean."
"No one must know of this, at least for now. This is dangerous territory. Tell me, what are you to do when you are finished here on Okton4?"
"I will go home to Earth and prepare a report for my superiors. I shall give them a preliminary assessment and then do a report proper. I can take my time over this, maybe even schedule another field trip. I have fairly wide discretion there. No one expects instant results. What do you think I should do now?"
