10-22-2020, 10:34 AM
The stars were as bright as Johnny's curiosity as he tailed Detective Delicato down a dark alleyway...
They were a few blocks from the saloon when she disappeared into an unmarked side door.
He stood there studying the door and wondered, "Does she live here?"
He walked around to the front of the building where a small sign hung on a barred window...
"IPA HQ"...
"Ahhh, of course. It's the Interplanetary Police Agency Headquarters."
Officers assigned to special cases stay at the IPA building in modest accommodations while they carry out their investigations. This told Johnny that Detective Delicato wouldn't be there for long. She must be working a case surrounding Chester the Molester.
. . .
"Fiera, why do you think he did it? Was he really so unhappy with me?" Delia Delicato brushed her long blonde hair, peering into the mirror with sad eyes and traces of a pout. Fiera was a tiny blood red Venusian crater nymph who had been adopted by Delia and her late husband Charles. On holiday a few years ago, Delia and Charles decided they wanted to adopt a rare breed of nymph, and this was how it all began. Delia, a widow at only 25, was betrayed by Charles after he had been caught in the trap of a Venusian seductress employed as creature rescue worker.
"He wasn't unhappy, Miss Delia, he was hypnotized. I know you can't understand it. Venusian seductresses and their charms have no power over earth women. Charles loved you very much. I'm sure of it."
Delia set down her brush. "Maybe I should ask for a reassignment. This base is so boring! I'm done chasing Martians! I want to go to the dark side. They have the best discos."
Fiera rolled her eyes. "Delia, you've never even been to a disco."
"All the more reason to go! I could put on a shiny jumpsuit, and some big hoop earrings. You could come too!"
Fiera crossed her arms, "Miss Delia, be reasonable. You're doing very important work on this case. You're the best the agency has. You know all those damn dirty Martian tricks. You'll catch the guy. They're counting on you."
Delia sighed.
"Then you can go to a base on the dark side and have your fun. Asking for a reassignment never looks good on your record, and I know a good record matters the most to you."
Delia knew Fiera was right. She stood up and walked toward the bath, removing her robe as Fiera sauntered out of the room, her pointy tail swaying behind her...
"What would I do without you, Fiera?"
"Silly things, Miss Delia... very silly things."
They were a few blocks from the saloon when she disappeared into an unmarked side door.
He stood there studying the door and wondered, "Does she live here?"
He walked around to the front of the building where a small sign hung on a barred window...
"IPA HQ"...
"Ahhh, of course. It's the Interplanetary Police Agency Headquarters."
Officers assigned to special cases stay at the IPA building in modest accommodations while they carry out their investigations. This told Johnny that Detective Delicato wouldn't be there for long. She must be working a case surrounding Chester the Molester.
. . .
"Fiera, why do you think he did it? Was he really so unhappy with me?" Delia Delicato brushed her long blonde hair, peering into the mirror with sad eyes and traces of a pout. Fiera was a tiny blood red Venusian crater nymph who had been adopted by Delia and her late husband Charles. On holiday a few years ago, Delia and Charles decided they wanted to adopt a rare breed of nymph, and this was how it all began. Delia, a widow at only 25, was betrayed by Charles after he had been caught in the trap of a Venusian seductress employed as creature rescue worker.
"He wasn't unhappy, Miss Delia, he was hypnotized. I know you can't understand it. Venusian seductresses and their charms have no power over earth women. Charles loved you very much. I'm sure of it."
Delia set down her brush. "Maybe I should ask for a reassignment. This base is so boring! I'm done chasing Martians! I want to go to the dark side. They have the best discos."
Fiera rolled her eyes. "Delia, you've never even been to a disco."
"All the more reason to go! I could put on a shiny jumpsuit, and some big hoop earrings. You could come too!"
Fiera crossed her arms, "Miss Delia, be reasonable. You're doing very important work on this case. You're the best the agency has. You know all those damn dirty Martian tricks. You'll catch the guy. They're counting on you."
Delia sighed.
"Then you can go to a base on the dark side and have your fun. Asking for a reassignment never looks good on your record, and I know a good record matters the most to you."
Delia knew Fiera was right. She stood up and walked toward the bath, removing her robe as Fiera sauntered out of the room, her pointy tail swaying behind her...
"What would I do without you, Fiera?"
"Silly things, Miss Delia... very silly things."
