XIII FLAEHIE

Flaehie was sitting on the bed. She was looking out the window and smoking the Smeerho! Her work plans were scattered in front of her. She was flying to island this month. She had settled in quite well at FX6FEE since she started working for The GYWSAIN, Go Yest Whereas Sensible Ay Isn't. She's made a few friends and a few lovers.

"Smeerho!" she blew smoke. Who knew she'd ever find herself here. She had other plans in her head. As a child, she had lived in the dimension of TantarolaBoleysee, in the multi-galaxy Snowday, in the galaxy of Premoven, on the planet Shounoona, in the suburb of Strabytla, with her grandmother Mohrn and grandfather Sneeka. She never knew her parents.

Nor did she know anything about them. As a child, she used to herd communes and darans, she used to walk through horesti on chubriks and tankaras. She loved chubriks. And her grandmother used to make great chubriki pussies. When she grew up a bit, she took care of the household and helped her grandmother. Mohrn died shortly after her thirty-fifth birthday.

Grandpa decided to move to town and Flaehie went with him. She began to study at The University of VATRHO - Vatuen Adarh Tamha Roleeda Hamza O at GOMEY-sen. She chose the field of shmukasee and this gradually led her to the idea that to really find a job she would have to move to the Torovan dimension. After all, in order to earn enough to make the initial investment in shmukasee, she would have to work a little harder and and restrain of pleasures.

And The GYWSAIN, Go Yest Whereas Sensible Ay Isn't, offered more than a handsome salary to start with. Traveling through quantum foam was not considered very safe, the risks were great, but still, not so many technical crashes happened that no one would consider such a job. But the condition was to undergo the cardiac abortion. But that was done on FX6FEE.

And so first she left as a tourist, and only later applied for a job, lucky she scraped through. She was particularly criticised for her height. Flaehie was quite tall for the job, at least a hundred and thirty motees less was required. First maefee after the cardiac abortion, it´s not so great. She was lying on the bed with her chest bandaged, she could barely move, she was glad she had prepared everything in advance, bought everything she needed, cooked, now she was just lying there with her hand reaching under the bed.

She used a potty to go to the toilet. But after five maefees, she had to come out. Firstly, it all smelled, and then - it was all sticky from the hoshee and smearla. Her legs were trembling, she was shaking, her body ached, but she was calm, everything was progressing as they said. She had all the symptoms, including cracked veins in her eyes and cold claws.

She had plenty of time to think about what she would do one fine maefee and where she would travel. And now, after quintans on TheGYWSAIN line, Go Yest Whereas Sensible Ay Isn't, she was sitting on the bed again, her work plans spread out in front of her. For the first time, she got a release. The release was the payment of a large salary covering quintans of olddom. After the work of the sub-aquarius, the quintans at The GYWSAIN, Go Yest Whereas Sensible Ay Isn't, were the most dangerous work.

The hokusha, as the flight attendants were called, were the ones with the greatest responsibility for the safe travel of the entire crew. Therefore, the hokusha had to know the background of all passengers and the crew as a whole. The hokusha was most affected if she made the slightest mistake. Flaehie paid a lot of attention to the modules, to the thought inconsistencies, and yet it cost her her health once. Since then, she's had a long scar on her right forearm and along her spine. But even this did not deter her from her work and the company apparently decided that she had already done a lot of work, and yes, there was no one outside of Flaehie who had worked so conscientiously and for so long at The GYWSAIN, Go Yest Whereas Sensible Ay Isn't.

And now - she was about to take her last flight. To island. And so she sat wondering how she was going to make her new life work. What she expected. Joy? Excitement? It all disappeared with the cardiac abortion. But her soul knew and directed her towards the goals she had set for herself. How she'd love to have the chubriki pussies again.

Her eyes glazed over. She was looking at a list of dimensions. Moshquenseer is closed. She's traveled all of Torovan thanks to TheGYWSAIN. According to The A-QUA-RIUSsub, there are now nineteen dimensions available, including Torovan and TantarolaBoleysee. It was clear to her that the dimensions were innumerable, but it can't be helped. She had to use publicly available data.

And that she thought she had more ability to permeate the dimensions than the sub-aquarius had, no. But she suspected she could easily work for The A-QUA-RIUSsub if she wanted to. Only that my navel, she thought. It annoyed her that she was so skinny. It never got better, and traveling through the quantum foam was more likely to make her navel go away. Often she stood in front of the mirror and looked at that underneathribs of hers, the one that perhaps DorotyxBatri would have wished for, yet would never have. Damn it. Flaehie herself slapped across sunken belly.

She liked the dimension HakvanaTaka the most, then ShouCheTu, Smekmo and Naharaz. HakvanaTaka abounded with a large number of multigalaxies and a fairly decent cast of major and minor planets. HakvanaTaka was said to be the most heavily supplied dimension because The HAQVANBE, the multigalactic conglomerate that produced bodily substitutes for everything anyone could think of, had a parent company right there.

And that tempted Flaehie. You could get Smeerho! everywhere, but not so much a luminous musk. She put it in her armpit, looked in the mirror and curved her face. She liked it. The sticky, the luminous musk trailed all over her armpits, tickling between her hairs and florescing beautifully. After a while, she began to feel a tickling sensation in her underneathribs.

"Aaaah," she lay back on the bed. "ShouCheTu," she said softly. She could see her appearance changing and her skin suddenly soft and smooth. How purple. It happened to everyone when they crossed over to this dimension. That's what attracted her about it. "Smekmo," she continued to whisper. She felt at home here. A dimension where the water element was predominant. Everyone grew gills in their armpits when they penetrated this dimension. She laughed.

But then i would not lubricate myself with the luminous musk anymore, she sighted. "No... no...," and so she let go Smekmo. And then there was the dimension of "Na-Ha-Raz," beautifully dismembered in her mouth. She was drawn there by instinct. So, she didn't have a niva. That feeling that anyone could take advantage of her... Naharaz is known for having the highest incidence of the sexual heat stroke, and most importantly... it's where the Valen tobacco is grown.

She remembered TheGYWSAIN case. On board was a citizen of Patrian Trinity from the planet Xhului County, whose great-grandmother had been in the Dvantora sect that had been making the snuff slides for the Valen tobacco for Vrahyas merchants for quintans. And that was enough to disintegrate the entire ship into electrical particles.

"Brrr," Flaehie shuddered. Hopefully her last flight wouldn't be the one that killed her. She was lying on the bed with her chest bandaged, she could barely move, she was glad she had prepared everything in advance, bought everything she needed, cooked, now she was just lying there with her hand reaching under the bed.