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Intergalactic (6/6)


Renzo woke up at 4:00 am, which was business as usual for him.  He didn’t require much sleep.  Three to four hours a night was all he needed, and it had been that way for him since undergrad.  He normally woke up, went for either a run or a swim, took a shower and then checked emails and other correspondence while Madalena made him breakfast.  He was usually in his office by 6:30 a.m., two hours before the department was scheduled to open.  Renzo’s sleep habits were one of the reasons he could get so much work done so fast; he worked 16-18 hour days five to six days a week and had done so since graduate school.

To Renzo’s amusement, Jupiter lay curled up against him, snoring softly.  He kissed her forehead and gazed at her face.  Her lips were parted and they vibrated as her warm breath moved over them.  She was so adorable like this and he felt privileged to be able to watch her sleep.  To know how she felt, how she sounded, how she tasted.  To be, in fact, her lover.  Oliver and Hideji would kill to know what he knew.

He chided himself for that last bit; he wasn’t a petty man by nature.


Intergalactic (5/6)


Renzo smiled back.  “I need to leave mine on, but it will be on silent.”

Jupiter headed towards the bathroom.  “How do you like your shower water?”

“Warm.  But I’m fine with your preference.  Which is…?”

She chuckled.  “Just shy of boiling, but I’ll ease up for you.”

Jupiter got the water ready, put out extra towels, searched for a bath gel that had a very mild fragrance, undressed and put on her shower cap.  She got in the shower and adjusted the temperature, found her bath glove and favorite bar of soap.

Renzo was 75% undressed when his attention was diverted to Jupiter in the shower.  Her back was to him and he stared helplessly at her body.  She was thick and curvy and she had a gorgeous round ass.  Her skin was a beautiful warm brown and she was adorable in her pink and green plastic cap.


Intergalactic (4/?)


Jupiter grabbed his hand and led him back to the living room.  He sat on the couch and she sat in his lap, smiling at him.  He captured one of her hands, linked her fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

“You’ve made me so happy,” he said.

“This is your second time saying it in the span of a couple of minutes, so I imagine so.  Honestly, I did not expect my evening to end this way.”

“What were you planning to do?”

“Read a novel, eat dinner, take a bubble bath, and then watch TV.”

“Sorry if I ruined your plans.”

“Are you kidding?  This is much better.”


Intergalactic (3/?)



Renzo came out of the bathroom and walked over to her, keeping about two feet between them.  Jupiter’s expression was different. 

“What’s wrong, Jupiter?”

“Renzo, I don’t know what to do about you.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Is that a loaded question?”

“No.  Speak freely, Jupiter.  Nothing you say will offend me.”


Intergalactic (2/?)


Jupiter turned quickly and washed her hands.  She grabbed the cutting board and carried it into the living room.  Renzo followed with the wine and their glasses.

“Help yourself,” she said as she grabbed some napkins and two small plates.

“Can you bring a knife on your way back?”


Renzo watched Jupiter move around her house with ease.  She was wearing a green dress; she could sport any color and look divine.  The split revealed a goodish amount of leg and he took a slow breath.  Jupiter’s legs were long and lithe and Renzo had many a fantasy about how strong they were, among other things.

Jupiter sat back down and cut open the Brie, revealing the hot, melty goodness inside.  She prepared a cracker for Renzo.  “You have to taste the walnuts, cranberries and pomegranate with the cheese at the same time.”

Renzo took the morsel and ate it, closing his eyes.  After a long moment, during which Jupiter stared at him, he opened them and smiled.  “That’s delicious.  You’ll have to give me the recipe.”

“It’s easy.  Just Google Brie recipes.”  Jupiter took a bite herself.  Then she said, “Renzo, why are you telling me this now?”

The look in his eyes was heated.  “You’re going to be gone in eleven months and I didn’t want…I didn’t want you to leave without knowing the truth.”

“Is that all?”

Renzo wasn’t stupid.  “Time makes fools of us all, Jupiter.  I came here tonight to tell you the truth because I couldn’t let another day go by without you knowing how I feel.  The last few years have been torture; we’ve been working so closely together with our research, your course of study, and your job as my teaching assistant…I wanted to tell you so many times.  Then finally, I got the balls to do it, and here I am.”



A/N:  I haven’t written a shortie in almost five years.  It doesn’t feel like it, but the dates are there.  So I’m long overdue.  

This story was originally written in the summer of 1994, when I was in college.  I had a ginormous crush on my astronomy teacher (the ‘why’ eludes me because it certainly had nothing to do with his looks; he was nowhere near as fine as Renzo is) and I never missed a class.  Unfortunately, even though astronomy is my favorite science, I had dreams of a psychology degree and once the science requirement was met, I moved on to my major.  Never forgot my astro prof, though.

Just recently, I suffered from an extended bout of insomnia, and during one crazy night, the essence of the story came back to me.  So here it is.  You may want to go here and pick a hottie of your choice so you can have a workable image of Renzo in mind as the story unfolds.



Friday evenings were all hers and she was fiercely protective of them.  Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays were 10-12 hour days working at the university.  Thursday and Friday mornings were spent on her dissertation with no interruptions or distractions.  Weekends varied between work, play, and frustrating attempts at trying to be social when she really didn’t want to be. 

But Friday evenings…they were hers to do with as she pleased, and she usually preferred spending them alone, listening to music, drinking wine, reading books for pleasure or watching television.   She didn’t make or take phone calls, respond to text messages or mess around on social media.  She didn’t even like thinking about anything scholastic.  This was her preferred agenda and had been for the past three years.  Dr. Candreva always made sure she got teaching shifts on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays so that she could keep her schedule.


Zodiac: Jyotisha

Emil Jason Hendricks, named for his paternal grandfathers, was a charismatic, handsome man of 48 years.  He was married with three children and he became a pastor in his late 20s after finding Jesus in a wrecked, filthy disaster of a subway.  He never beautified his path to God in sermons or in interviews; he felt there was no need to lie about what happened to him.  From there, he worked his way up the ranks of ministry, building a cadre of loyal followers who were devoted to helping him spread his word of faith and forgiveness.  In spite of accumulating a measure of wealth, Emil remained as humble as he could.  He still lived in the house where he and his wife raised their children—with added security, of course.  He drove a modest sedan and wore the nicest clothes that the rack had to offer.  He lived his principles and gave back to God 10% and then some.

People liked Emil because he was an honest, self-effacing man.  For the most part, it was these qualities that helped his ministry to grow into a spiritual powerhouse that reached millions.  Community leaders and businessmen sought his guidance on all kinds of matters and his affiliations were nothing but positive.  Every few years, he did a worldwide tour that grew his ministry by the thousands and ten thousands.  He never let his success go to his head because he remembered all too vividly the chain of events that led him to the Lord and if he could reach others as he had been so touched, that was enough to satisfy him.