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Chapter 19 of the book Killer Candy
Serria and Mak get together
"Request for help, Part 1"
Serria is hunting people making candy killing people while Keur helps a veteran get his disability money.
Busy between doing laundry and cleaning, Serria’s comlink buzzed the next morning.
“Mak here. How about dinner tonight at the PPP and a tridee movie?” he asked. “I heard they have a good one here.”
“And a comedic mystery is playing,” Serria said. “The Sorenson House. Yes, I’d certainly enjoy another evening with you.”
“With the movie starting at seven, I’ll pick you up at five,” he said. “That will give us more than enough time to eat and get to the fourth level. And dress up.”
“I’ll see you then. Serria out.”
Now the question was what to wear? My wardrobe doesn’t exactly contain a number of dresses, and I know that’s what he wants me to wear.
Serria walked over to her closet. She began at one end and continued to the other, finding mostly slacks and blouses, her usual attire. The only real dress was the dark green gown she had worn to the party on Alosia a few months ago.
“That is too fancy,” she muttered. “And Onri Arenson’s Dress Shop wouldn’t have my size. He owns the only place on the promenade who sells clothes. Hm.. . . .:
She walked over to her comlink and called Alyci at her apartment. If anyone on the station knew of another place to shop for clothes, it would be her.
“Serria here. I have a date with Mak tonight and need a dress,” she explained.
“Well, mine certainly won’t fit you.” Alyci laughed.
Serria laughed too. “No, I suppose not. However, I was hoping you knew of someplace besides Onri’s who sold clothes on station.”
“No, but you might call Charly Olafson,” Alyci suggested. “She prowls around up here all the time. If there is someplace that would carry your size, she would know.”
“Thanks. Serria out.”
Next call went to Charly, Keur’s young helper.
“Charly Olafson here.”
“Serria here. Do you know of a dress shop on station who sells clothes for someone my size?”
“Yes,” the youngster answered. “Dorie Slitherspit opened one on the third floor. It has clothes for all sizes. Nice ones too. Possibly a bit pricey.”
“Where exactly on the third floor?” Serria grabbed her compad to write down the directions.
“Take the elevator by the promenade, get off on the third floor. Turn right. It’s about five shops on your left.”
Serria wrote down the instructions. “Anything I can do for you as thanks?”
“If you’re going down to Kondreal anytime soon, you might visit Tandra’s and bring me a box of sweets, particularly khavae, but I’ll take anything. I also like those pastries from Cliny’s.”
“Done,” Serria said. “And thanks. Serria out.”
After switching her laundry, Serria followed the directions and easily found Dorie’s Dress Shop.
It took only three tries to find what she wanted, paid for it, and went back to her room.
That late afternoon Serria walked into her bathroom and closed the door. She started checking her hair and makeup in the full length mirror. Her dark blue dress had been created by the Mandibus, an insectoid race who wove fibers from cocoons, now located on Barsella. The sleeves puffed out from the shoulders, slimmed down at the elbow, ending in scalloped cuffs.
The front dove down to reveal a valley between her breasts which were nestled in cups sewn into the material. It hugged her waist but flared out to end at her knees again with a scalloped hem. Her four inch heels matched the dress.
She had just left the bathroom when her doorbell chimed. Serria grabbed her silver evening bag, turned off the alarm, and opened the door. Mak’s eyes widened when he saw her.
“What a picture of loveliness you are!”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She examined his dark gray suit with a pale gray shirt and red tie along with black shoes.
He extended his arm. She exited her room, locked her door, and slipped her arm through his. They strode along the hallway to the promenade which was strangely quiet. It would get noisy as the afternoon progressed into evening.
Caris showed them to the same table they had occupied last time. “We have liver, tongue, and kidneys of the adelis on special tonight.”
Serria shook her head and frowned. “Do not eat animal innards. That’s enough to make me lose my appetite.”
“Me to,” Mak said.
“Just thought I’d tell you about them.” He handed them the compad with the menus. “Delia will serve you tonight.” He spun around and ambled off.
“I see they have Kaldicott ice wine, from ’14,” Mak said.
“Never tried ice wine,” Serria admitted.
Their server arrived, and they both ordered the ice wine, no appetizer, house salad, baked retail, mashed tubers, and eldosin, a large green, Alosian vegetable.
They continued to get acquainted while they waited on their meal and during it, ending with a glass of Khavae Mint wine.
The duo enjoyed the comedic mystery in the tridee theater and strolled back to her room hand in hand.
At her door, Mak placed his hands on each side of her head, and his’s lips descended onto hers, soft and malleable. Her lips tingled at the tender, partially open mouth kiss. He lifted his mouth, gave her a peck on the forehead.
“I had a wonderful evening,” Mak said.
“So did I.”
He squeezed her hand and walked away.
Serria unlocked her door and entered her room. The lights came on as she undressed and hung up her dress. Slipping into bed and turning off the lights, she ran her finger over her still tingling lips.
I really like him, not to mention he’s a fantastic kisser. And I want to get to know him better.
She turned over and fell asleep.
Dramatis Personae of Deadly Sweets
Cultures of Deadly Sweets
Alosian—canary yellow skinned, Nordic culture
Crescenji—brown-skinned, warrior culture
Jetahn—white-skinned, Russian culture
Kaskellia—red/crimson skinned, Chinese culture
Muswella—black-skinned, Scottish culture
Muswella—desert, brown-skinned, Meiglan, Islamic culture
Muswella—desert, brown-skinned, Nutmeigs, Radical Islamic culture
Serria Stripeclaw—Crescenji Warrior, private investigator, partnered with Keur
Keur Matiason— Half Alosian, half Kaskellian, computer expert, private investigator, partnered with Serria
Vik Juleskova—Half Jetahni, half Kaskellian, trader, owner of RAINBOW DREAMS
Mike Brimsen—Alosian, trader, co-owns the SILVER MOON
Shaylyne Brimsen—Alosian, trader, co-owns the SILVER MOON
Alyci McCready—Muswellan, black-skinned, agent at Thair and Thatt Agency
Lieu Kwan—Kaskellian, Keur’s aunt, famous for her teas
Skerry Royk—Kaskellian, Vik’s mother, bioengineering specialist
Rogel Irriksohn—Alosian, rich, owner of Irriksohn Corporation
Mak Redtail-- Crescenjian, doctor on Alosian Space Station, Serria’s boyfriend
Neu Knotts—Alosian, rich, trading partner with Keur Matiason, owner of BRIGHT STAR
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