Cohen tried his best to surround me with attention, according to the regulations announced at the general meeting before sending us into space. Each member of the crew must be sensitive to each other and notice any deviations in behavior, God forbid, not for the worst.
And the mental health of the team was assigned to the responsibility of a relaxologist, not just a psychologist - a massage therapist for the body and soul.
The ironic look of the sparkling cornflower eyes of this fidgety snake sometimes embarrassed me with his immediate sympathy when we collided in narrow, dimly lit corridors.
- I'm fine ... - I muttered through my teeth, noticing too much interest from the tall, thin blond.
- Commander ... You are extremely tense ... - a light chuckle escaped from his beautifully shaped lips when he trotted after me.
- Cohen ... no! You should not be so zealous ...
... No way I need him! I had already heard about his fantastic ability to relax to the tonsils from the paramedic Erokh.
- In general... I recommend him, Commander! - he emphasized indifferently and coldly during the daily medical examination. - They took special care of you, taking into account your special preferences...
... Very caustic and stinging... Does he dislike me or is he jealous of me in some way?
- And what are my preferences? - jumping up from the couch, I glanced in bewilderment at this dried-up medical worm in a silver jumpsuit, intelligently entering data into a shimmering transparent holographic screen.
... I still had to get used to the emasculated Erokh and his slippery jokes. He seemed serious at first, but he is still a vulgarian!
- Your health, Commander, is always a special priority... Everything for you... everything for you!
Masterfully penetrated into the soul and into my penthouse, the annoying Cohen still managed.
- I know, Taen, that you are waiting for your favorite psychologist Dale... Apparently her ability to comfort is many times greater than mine, but still, at least a massage could help us get closer... according to the regulations, teamwork... and all that!
Nervously fingering his thin long fingers, the graceful young man in a light blue jumpsuit seemed very excited...
- Okay then... - I stripped down to my pants, lying face down on the bed. - Relax me...
- What don't you like about me, Commander? - He sat on my hips from above and oiled my back with fragrant lotion with light movements of cool phalanges. - My appearance or what?
- You are pretty, no doubt about it... - I muttered into the bedspread, imagining that she, my beautiful fairy, was sitting on me. - And of course, you are a professional in your needy skills. It's just that I really miss Dale.
- Do you love her? - the hands sliding over me trembled.
- I think... yes! More than a year has passed since she set off on this mission to study a wild tribe on one planet...
- Wild? As far as I know... this people are specially bred there for some purposes.
- Come on! - I became wary. - Really... for these? You must be confusing something!
- Don't worry so much, Taen... my sacred duty is to maintain your mental health.
I was overcome by a pleasant bliss and felt sleepy, of course, Cohen won me over not only with a sensual massage, but also with a melodic soothing voice, and five minutes later his warm and smooth body clung to me with kisses that burned my skin.
... He continued to relax me with a trembling breath, hastily and chaotically, embracing me with his arms, sliding down my convex abdominal reliefs to my crotch and did not hear a refusal in response when I, closing my eyes, imagined her in front of me ... and how her gentle sugar lips know their business ... pulling out of the soul all the accumulated anxiety ... all the problems away ...
... Oh, yes, Louis! For some reason I remembered him ... What kind of snake creature did he send to me? I writhed in sweet languor from the obsessive professionalism of his vaunted protégé ... And where do they teach such things? In some special institution for elite service ... For sure!
... And what about these savages? - then flashed through the viscous fog of my mind. - Are they bred for service? And does she know about it? And who would sponsoring so much in an expedition for no reason?