Charlie was a good girl. Charlie lived on the east upside and when you needed something, all you did was push the button. Now, Chuck, Chuck was not a good boy, he was in a mess of trouble, nary a word parted his lips but you could read the anxiety of his ever furrowed brow. He came to see Charlie often. There on an unimposing metal slab lay Charlie. Her soft brown blonde curls lay spilling down her head and shoulders. Her face a marvel of beauty undisturbed in a light sleep. Her soft brown brow made her already friendly face beam with kindness, played well with her defined, but not sharp cheekbones. A light splattering of freckles made the picture complete. Not a thing about this woman betrayed any sense of malice about her. Her shoulders, smooth, pale and uncovered gave way to the rest of her lovely form, uncovered and unmolested by sleep or time. Her breast, ample and round rose gently with her breaths. Her waist was thin, but not unnaturally so, lead into the curves hips and shapely legs. Normally the sight of such a beautiful form would have aroused a darker energy in Chuck, but not so with Charlie. He approached the metal slab that was placed in the center of a rectangular room with soft lighting around the perimeter of the steel walls. He traced the curve of her body with his hand starting with her brow, down her cheek, across her jaw, and over the neck to caress her shoulder, his hand further traced down her body, his palm cupped one of her breasts and continued downward and past her navel to rest where he womb would have sat. Nothing in this encounter betrayed anything but a gentle reverence for her, and she remained unmolested. With a push of her button. Her bright blue eyes fluttered open and she sat up in one graceful motion. “Chuck!” She breathed “ you are here? What’s wrong?” Chuck glances at her like a child in distress. “ I’m in trouble Charlie.” “Why did you come to me first? What about Alph?” “Dead” “And Beta?” “Some nimrod found her slab and went to town, a bloody mess, I’ll tell you what. They are still cleaning up the mess he left on the wall.” “Oh.” She remarked, a little downtrodden. “Now Charlie, I didn’t come to you because I didn’t have any other options, I like you more than those two.” Her warm smile beamed across her face, and her slumped form straightened out, reminding Chuck that she was still nude. Whether or not she knew didn’t matter, because she didn’t do anything about it. “I’m so sorry that Beta had to go through that, I never would want to have to liquify someone like that.” Charlie mussed with a shudder. “Charlie, you know I wouldn’t try anything.” “But if you could, would you? -blam!- a host?” “No, never. I don’t see you that way” strangely enough, that wasn’t a lie. Charlie looked a little hurt and retorted softly “I may not be fully human anymore, but I do still have feelings, and urges. Some times a girl likes to be told that she is wanted for more than business.” Chuck realized his error, thought about trying to recover but decided to drop it. Her soft brow lifted a little and she asked “well, what do you need?” [quote]© 2019. John "HoTh" McWaters. All rights reserved.[/quote]