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Chapter 5 by Torg Torg

What does Aaron say?

Startled um-ing

“Um, er, well, uh, what do you mean?” he asked. Aaron hadn’t the foggiest idea of how to deal with an alien. He was just muddling through as best he could without offending the creature. He didn’t want it to suddenly become angry and eat him. That notion came from watching too many old sci-fi movies where the aliens were trying to do us harm. He also wanted to be sure he understood.

“Would you like me to show you my sex organs? You would have proof that I’m a hermaphrodite,” Lashu said, having many of the same ideas about clear communication and such as Aaron was having. It remembered a mission to Brakdicca several years ago, where everything was going well – it was about to penetrate the Brakdiccian queen – when a miscommunication about sex orifice preferences had nearly caused the queen to have the Royal Guard behead Lashu.

Aaron thought that had been what the emissary had meant. The mild sexual stimulant that wafted from the alien was giving him a hard-on, as well as having a quartet of beautiful, exotic, and fur-covered tits in front of him. He looked around to see if any of his distant neighbors were driving down the road. He was getting a little nervous about talking to this naked alien out in the open. "I would like that very much, but if we're going to play doctor, I'd like to find a more private location. Come into my house."

"Thank you for the invitation, but what does a medical professional have to do with this?" the confused alien asked.

"Oh, I apologize. ’Doctor' is a game that children play when they are exploring the differences between males and females. I thought the reference would apply to this situation. We humans often use cultural references like this in our speech," he explained, rather daunted at the notion of teaching this alien English Idiom.

“I understand ‘Doctor’,” said the alien ambassador. “Lead us into the house for more privacy.”

Aaron walked to the house and opened the backdoor, holding it for his strange visitor. “Please, be my guest.”

“Thank you for your hospitality,” replied the hermaphrodite as it walked past Aaron and entered the dwelling. It was good to know that this species understood hospitality and etiquette. That would make contact much easier.

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