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Chapter 4

Human relations

Getting use to time on Cerces will be taking a while, I see. With these 32 hour days and understanding the concept of time, I spent the first 18 minutes on the ship confusing the crap out of myself. As of today there is a 16 hour time differential, which means the ship clock reads 2:04 pm, which in Cerces time would read 3:04 am Greenwich Mean time. I knew one thing; I needed a watch, which the Marshal agreed to as all the colonies clocks are screwy like that. He told me that it was fortunate we don't have the 8 hour day like they do on Lucas III.

None the less, we were underway. On a ship this size, you barely feel anything. Yet with the Gravity control units and Inertia Dampeners, cruise ships tend to be very stable, minus any disasters like running into an Asteroid field or crashing into something. I didn't have much to pack, and the Marshal was very accomplished at packing as I noted the weight of his luggage. He figured it would be awhile before Druzilla came to gather me up, so we went to the one of the many clubs on the ship. As I've stated, I never saw Proto-Humans, real ones at that, until I came on this ship. The Club was like jumping in the ocean after just a few lessons swimming.

There are some 1500 passengers on this ship, split among a staff of 500 or so. I'm thinking 150 are part of ship operations and security, which mean 350 actually interact with the passengers, and most being Proto-Human. I've seen a few humans-like, the bartenders. There were 4 here, as it was a long bar with the largest selection of liquor I have ever seen. But everywhere else there were Proto-Humans. There were about 6 of them dancing on the tables for guest, all scantily dressed if not plum naked. The Marshal got us a table and ordered me a beer and himself one too, and a bottle of Cercesian Sweet-water. We took a seat as we waited for our drinks and he sparked up another conversation as my head was all over the place taking in the sites.

"So Glenn, are you amazed by this?"

"I would be lying if I said no. I've never seen any place like this on Earth."

He smirked at the reply as he eyed a green skinned Proto-Human with red hair. "The reason why the Homers as well as many of the other colonist have this snooty attitude to Cerces IV is exactly what you see here, Glenn. Do you know what basic animal instincts are?"

I hedged a bit as I also caught sight of the Green skinned woman wearing a very sheer robe, and a thong walked over. "Well, yeah. Ain't that basic survival?"

"Yeah, so they say. But as someone told me a few years ago, humans aren't different from animals. We do the same things, but justify them because we can think and reason. It is for that reason that you homers, present company excluded that is, tend to be so uppity, righteous, and prejudiceful. Do you realize some10 Centuries ago we just got over racial discrimination? Even so, it wasn't until the 24th Century for us all to learn to live together. Is that an animal instinct, or our so called superior brains?"

I pondered his words as I smelled the sweet intoxicating smell of a beautiful woman next to me. She had very peculiar skin, somewhat scaly with yellow spots and a yellow belly as well as around her eyes.

"Hello, Gentlemen. My name is Olivia. May I dance for you two handsome Gentlemen?" the woman asked politely as I was stuck looking at her luscious bosom through her sheer robe.

"Certainly, darling. I never see you on this ship before. You just started?" asked the Marshal.

"Yes, I started just a month ago." she said with a playful sweet smile and the sweetest voice as she climbed up on to the table removing her robe and heels, as one of the many attendants retrieved them.

The Marshal smiled as he asked, "How old are you darling?"

"I'm fifteen." she said proudly as she began to gyrate her body. My eyes widened, believing what I heard is correct, but then I got to thinking, there is some 500 days in the Cervian year. 7500 days is easily over 20 years on earth. The Marshal would fill me in later that the age of consent on Cerces IV is 13 planet-wide albeit human or Proto-Human. This means I'm 16 as it states on my Deputy Card. "Are you a Marshal, sir? I just couldn't help but notice your badge."

"Yes ma'am, Marshal Otis Simms, and this is my new Deputy Glenn Stewart."

She seemed to purr knowing this as she grinned seductively. "Then you two are in luck, you get this Gecko's special show." It was then our drinks arrived, and as I took my beer with a satisfying grin, she slipped off her thong to reveal a very green and well-endowed cock. I nearly choked as I coughed, much to the Marshal's amusement.

"You must excuse him, Olivia. He's a bit of a Green horn."

"Then I need to break him in, that's all." she said with an almost playful glee as she reached for the biggest sex toy I ever seen, and playfully licked it as she fondled her semi flaccid shaft with her right hand, eying me to look at her serpent. Understand, I am what I call a very open-minded person even for a "Homer" as the Marshal calls me. I have nothing against someone race, color, religious belief, or sexual preference. But we have no Hermaphrodites on Earth, not that I recalled. I never even really thought about Transsexuals in any particular way, but this knocks me for a loop. It always has been common knowledge that radiation can screw a motherfucker up, and in the case of the Proto-Humans it made a third sex. Officially, we refer to someone being inter-sexed; most ignorant human just call them she males. They usually look just like females but have male genitals; I'm talking cock and balls. But they make up 48% as the other 46% are...well hermaphrodite, they have both male and female genitals. Their balls are pretty much internal as well as having ovaries; they can, in laymen terms, Pitch as well as catch. The last 6% are considered "other" as their sexual make up is more animal then human; I know very little of them. But Olivia was Hermaphrodite alright, as she slid the long mint green toy between her legs into the pink pursed lips to the vagina she had below her cock.

As she lets out a pleasing sigh with a seductive smile, she gyrated her body to the music. I was totally awe struck.

"Now that you're in the water, Glenn...how does it feel to you?" asked the Marshal, referring to probably what I opened with being thrown into the ocean. All I could do is nod with a pleasing smile.

"It feels just fine...just fine indeed." I replied as I took a much easier swallow of my beer.

"You know, I took a chance you meant what you said...wanting to leave Earth. Looking at the facts you gave me, I just reckoned you aren't one of those particular homers who just want some tail and toss away their money just to come home for a year or two of sin. Besides...I know how it feels...to lose everything." He drains a shot glass of the sweet water with a hard sigh. I was deeply fascinated with Olivia's assets, but I managed to divert my attention for a moment.

"How's that?" I asked with curiousness.

He poured himself a shot of sweet-water and me one as well. He slid it over and his expression for the first time seemed more sober and lucid then I ever saw him up until now.

"I lost the one person that meant the world to me because...she couldn't adapt. She was my wife, who I loved with all my heart. The sixteen years of marriage were all erased by one act of just doing what comes natural on Cerces IV...adultery."

"She caught you as well, huh?"

No...I actually caught her...in our bedroom. She was having an affair with one of hands at the ranch. He was Proto-Human, and had way more stamina then me. I'd got shot and was sent home all banged up, but I still made it home alone and walked in the house when she wasn't expecting me. As I entered the bedroom, I saw her with her legs wide open with a well-endowed bull." He then lifted his Sweet-water and drained it, and slammed it down on the table. I followed suit with less grace as I dribbled some of the highly intoxicating yet sweet mixture, high in alcohol content.

"So you got angry and had it out with them?"

"No...I'm from Cerces IV. You know how many times I walked in on my Ma and Pa having a threesome of orgy? Shoot, adultery on Cerces IV is an acceptable thing. But not to her. Her upbringing was full of all that bullshit these homers call religion and morals...she couldn't live with herself not know what she did."

"You mean she was having sex with another ...guy...and you didn't care?" I replied, somewhat shocked.

"Well, I did go to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and came back to watch. Unfortunately, she closed the show...literally pushing him out the window butt naked...like that mattered to him. She felt awful, wouldn't sleep with me, constantly taking showers. She turned into an inside out rape victim. I'm no saint and she knew it, yet accepted it, but she never caught me, and I would never disrespect her by letting her see such a thing, so during our entire marriage I was a one women man. Unfortunately, her mind got the best of her. She overdosed on sleeping pills...killed herself...leaving me with 4 children, and broken-hearted."

There was an eerie silence, as I forgot all about Olivia. If anything, I felt somewhat ashamed of myself. Looking what I did, I might as well ended my life as well. I'm so sorry, Otis...I didn't know."

"I became a hard nose asshole after that. Very belligerent, and not the drunken asshole you think I am. About a year ago, the City Medical Director forced me to take this here vacation or lose my position as Marshal...and I guess after 5 months with my snooty, uptight, righteous asshole of a family here on Earth is what I needed to realize that I don't have a problem...they do. You aren't like them; you're not crawling up the wall disgusted by this beautiful ravenous creature on the table. Hell, you made it past Druzilla and Rudy, that's a gold star in itself."

After that, I felt closer to him than ever before. He's taken a chance I can do something his wife couldn't do...let go of what made her human...the same thing in every man and woman that made Earth into the dump it is today. It was then I felt a hand on my right should. I turned to stare at the knockout that was Druzilla, dressed down in a short sheer tube top and skirt.

"I took a chance you two would be down here." she stated with a sunny smile. "I have 2 and half hours. Care to get that shopping in?

Awe-struck, I slowly stood as I tried draining my beer. "Sure...sure, lead the way."

The Marshal went back to enjoying Olivia's company as I was led by the hand of Druzilla to exit the club and head off to the shopping mall.