The Twins Paradox by Alan Gasparutti (best contemporary novels txt) 📖

her lying naked on the bed, gagging for something,” Henry advised again.
Once again, Ramondo was unsure what to say, except that he’d contact Henry later, to confirm when he had collected the others.
After the call ended, Ramondo went to watch the local news and weather on TV for a while, and noticed that the afternoon was to be sunny. He went back upstairs, and into Doctor Gammazeta’s bedroom. She had now awoken and was lying on the bed once again, naked.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she announced in a smooth, saucy voice.
“Whatever for?” asked Ramondo, though he had an idea what she was referring to.
“Oh, I thought you had come to give me a massage,” she said. “I need a massage, to help my poor, aching limbs.”
“Perhaps if they’re aching that badly, I should call a doctor,” suggested Ramondo. “You never know, perhaps when you were coming up that pot hole this morning, you may have grazed yourself. It would be best if you received medical attention, to ensure you hadn’t become infected.”
“On second thoughts, perhaps I can make-do without a massage for now,” she replied with disappointment.
“I think you’d best get dressed,” Ramondo told her. “We don’t want you going out naked – you might be arrested for lude behaviour.”

Doctor Gamazeta eventually joined Ramondo downstairs. She suggested it wasn’t worth collecting the remaining passengers on the Large Reconaisance Craft, but Ramondo said he had instructions from Henry to pick them up. Ramondo asked her if she could come along and help him, to which she first refused, saying she had other things. He eventually managed to persuade her to come along, and as soon as it was getting dark, they headed for Meregill Hole.
It wasn’t until almost 8.30 that the remaining two passengers, Philpott and Maurice, had been pulled out of the pot hole. By now, they were all hungry, so rather than cooking that night, Ramondo took them to the Ribblehead In, where they had a late supper.
When they arrived back at Ribblehead Cottage, they all had a good chat and a laugh. Ramondo was tired, and his mind went wandering regularly. In the end, he said he decided to go to bed by 10.30, while the others stayed downstairs. They found Ramondo’s MP3 fascinating, and kept playing music. Ramondo didn’t get a great deal of sleep though, as he seemed to have one thing on his mind, which was not helped by the music he could hear playing downstairs. One particular song seemed to be played over and over again.
“La la la, la la la la-la,
La la la, la la la la-la
I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy your lovin’ is all I think about
I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy it’s more than I dare to think about
Every night, every day
Just to be there in your arms
Won’t you sta-ay, won’t you sta-ay
Stay forever, and ever and ever and ever
La la la, la la la la-la,
La la la, la la la la-la…..”
Whenever he tried to forget Doctor Gammazeta and think of something else, it inevitably always led back to the Doctor. He kept tossing and turning, until he eventually managed to get some sleep.
Ramondo awoke around 4.30 the next morning, and went to the lavatory. When he returned however, he noticed something else on the other side of his bed. Or was that someone else, he thought, the closer he went. It was none other than Doctor Gammazeta.
“Hello,” she said chirpily. “I’ve been expecting you!”
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “I am in the right bedroom?” he then asked himself. “Of course I am, this is my bed, the double-bed I shared with Zebrina.”
“I think you need a good, relaxing massage,” she said to him slowly, before throwing the duvet wide open. “Why don’t you come inside?”
Ramondo felt powerless to resist, and so went to lay on the bed.
“Good, that’s better,” she then said in a slow, sexy voice. “Now relax, just relax, clear all thoughts from your mind.”
Ramondo couldn’t clear his mind however, as Doctor Gammazeta quickly got up and knelt over him.
“Are you ready?” she said to him, before slowly placing her hands over his shoulders and gently massaging them. “Does it feel nice?” she asked, to which Ramondo nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Good, good. Would you like me to come down your body?” she asked, to which Ramondo once again acknowledged.
Ramondo was feeling nice. He began to relax, as she gently moved her massaging hands down his firm body. Ramondo’s fear and worries had by now faded into the distance, and were being replaced by excitement. As she continued, she noticed a bulge beginning to appear in his pants.
“What’s in there, I wonder?” she asked, though she knew precisely what lay inside.
As she moved one hand away in order to pull his pants down, his erection sprang and cum flew onto her body. As she placed her hand back onto his body, she could see his erection growing, growing, and growing more. As she massaged Ramondo, she began to consider whether to treat his erection succulently, or to go for the great docking. Doctor Gammazeta chose the latter, as she carefully placed her soft pussy lips over his erection and slowly let it inside.
“Ramondo! Ramondo!” she cried. “Give it to me!”
Doctor Gammazeta had by now stopped massaging his body as she was overcome with excitement. Excitement turned to joy, which turned to ecstasy as he was now thrusting himself further into her. She panted and panted until her climax came. She could feel Ramondo climaxing, too, and leant backwards in an effort to take in his full ejaculation.
Their excitement didn’t wain, though his hard erection began to shrivel, and eventually came out of her body. This time, Doctor Gammazeta fell forward onto Ramondo, whom she held tightly. Their mouths moved closer to one-another’s, until their tongues met, and they began petting, French-style. As they continued, Ramondo’s erection began to grow once more. This time, he was in control, as he placed this within her again. Though he didn’t push with the same vigour he had done earlier, he moved slowly and gently within her body. Her climax, which had begun to fade, was now being revived, as they continued petting.
Together, they clasped and grasped eachother, as they rolled on the bed. They touched eachother in sensitive areas, some of which Ramondo had never even imagined. Though this wasn’t ecstatic excitement, it felt like something else, something a lot deeper, a lot gentler. Like love.
Ramondo had by now forgotten about his manly instincts, though his erection remained within her, re-spouting, and then trickling, now and again.
Eventually, they were each disturbed, by the sun which now shone fully into the bedroom window. Doctor Gammazeta decided to take a shower, while Ramondo went to the lavatory downstairs. He then went into the kitchen, where he made them each a cup of tea. He gave one cup to Doctor Gammazeta, who had by now had her shower and went back into her own room.

The sun shone in south-east England, too. Henry also awoke early that morning in an Uxbridge hotel. He got dressed and went downstairs, taking a wander around the hotel grounds, until he heard a jingle on his mobile.
“Henry! Where are you?” queried Commander Ondichi, at the end of the call.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t run away,” he replied. “I’m just outside the hotel – I’ll be back again in a minute.”
“I was wondering what had happened to you – I was knocking on your door, but heard no reply,” said the Commander.
“Do you want me to come and meet you?” asked Henry.
“Not just yet, thank you, I’m just getting dressed in my room,” said the Commander. “It feels quite warm to me. I’ll come and meet you in the hotel foyer in five minutes.”
Just then, there was a knock on the Commander’s door.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“Professor Schmidt,” was the reply. “Can I come in?”
“I’m getting dressed at the moment,” said the Commander. “Can you wait for me in the foyer – you may find Major Retono waiting there.”
On that note, Professor Schmidt went downstairs, where he met Major Retono, a.k.a. Henry. Though they weren’t really the best of friends, and had had a number of disagreements on the Interstellar Pilgrim, they shook hands and greeted each other.
“I didn’t get a great deal of sleep, last night,” the Professor complained to Henry. “I found it rather noisy. If this is what it’s like on the outskirts of London, what must the noise level be like in the centre of the city?”
“I can’t say I really know,” confessed Henry. “It probably seemed worse here last night because we’re close to the M25 and the M40.”
“Well next time we come this way, I’ll see that we stay somewhere else,” said Professor Schmidt. “Not that I intend to come here again.”
“We’re near the motorways so we can get easy access around London,” Henry explained. “This seemed the ideal place to stay, as we can also catch a tube into the centre of the city.”
“Tube?” queried Professor Schmidt. “I’m not going to travel in a circular, hollow of metal, thank you.”
“The tube is the common term for the London Underground, on which local trains carry passengers around the city.” Henry explained. “There’s a congestion charge for vehicles traveling into central London, which we can avoid by using this system.”
“I don’t know,” moaned the Professor. “Noise, traffic, congestion – it gets worse.”
“Lucas and Madaly are in accommodation not far from here, and I haven’t heard them complain about the noise,” argued Henry. “And they live near to one of Earth’s biggest airports, too.”
“Well, perhaps they’re used to the noise,” commented the Professor. “If I had a bigger say in future habitation, I’d prefer to settle on Mars,”
“Shhhh!” an alarmed Henry told the Professor, placing a finger over his mouth and looking all over to check no-one was around to hear.
“Please keep your hair on, Major, I was only about to say that Mars could easily be made habitable, if only the right actions were taken,” replied Professor Schmidt.
“We don’t talk ‘about that’ here,” Henry whispered. “You can tell me your courses of action on Mars in my car, later. And you can call me Henry!”
“Now, now, gentlemen,” said the Commander, who could hear them arguing as he walked down the stairs. “Is something the matter?”
“No, not really,” said Henry, before the Commander looked towards Professor Schmidt, who simply grinned.
“Did you sleep well last night?” the Professor then asked, before sniggering at Henry.
“Not too bad, thank you,” replied the Commander, as Henry sniggered back at the Professor. “I did find it a little noisy at times, mind you,” at which point Professor Schmidt sniggered at Henry.
“Would you mind if we went up to my room for a brief discussion?” Henry requested.
“Have you seen Doctor Procyon, yet?” Commander Ondichi asked them. “I thought we could get an early move-on.”
“We haven’t had breakfast yet,” replied Henry. “It will be served within the next half-hour, so I thought perhaps we could discuss some things in my room. I could order a few coffees, if you like.”
“What do you suggest?” the Commander asked Professor Schmidt.
“I think it may be a good idea to discuss matters first before we travel about for the day,” said Professor Schmidt.
“Very well,” the Commander then said. “I’ll give