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Pon Farr after Vulcan’s destruction. A business opportunity?Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,770 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Published: 01-02-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5635950
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Chapter 2 Mrs Jones.
The view changes to a suburban yard and Melisa is seated across a kitchen table frowning slightly. Across the table sits a woman in her around 35 , her hair is mousy and her noise has obviously been broken at some time and poorly set. She had a deep creases around her eyes of a heavy smoker.
Melisa smiles perkily and says to camera
"I am in the home of Mrs Jones who is also an employee of PFSG." Melisa turns to Mrs Jones, "this seems an unusual career move for a 35 year old mother of two. A can you explain why you chose this career."
"Well, I was in the lounge watching the telly and a feature came on with that ponce Bill Blaney going on about Vulcans being dangerous had going through Pon Farr." Said Mrs. Jones in a voice reminiscent of gravel being stirred in a metal bucket, "And I thought, 'Think them Vulcans are dangerous you should see my old man if the team looses, I'll show you dangerous'. Then I thought at least they don't mean to hurt the women and at least you get a decent seeing to that lasted longer a than a commercial break, even if it is only every 7 years. Seemed a good idea to me. So a while later I see an article about the girls at PFSG and I contact them and they interview me and said yep, they'll train me up and the pay was good and there was a rush job on and could I start next week."
Melissa eyes were slowly growing wider, she knew she was going to regret asking, "What did they see was your qualifications."
"Well I know what goes where" Mrs Jones gives a wheezing laugh, "I can take a beating , 36 trips to the accident and emergency." Mrs Jones nodded her head, "Mr Jones her was a violent son of a gun that's for sure. Just mean and harder to shake off than a tick. Tried to leave that many times and he would find us and it all started again. The girls at PFSG said that sort of thing never happened with their clients and that I was welcome. Said they'd help me with getting Mr Jones put where the sun don't shine. Well I said 'yes' and I started. It was different I'll give you that, and a bit of a shock to the system too."
"Was it the violence of the experience that was a shock?" said Melisa in an overly caring tone.
"No," said Mrs Jones with a dreamy look, "I was not used to being wanted, intensely wanted and seen as, well, essential. It was an eye opener let me tell you. I did get a toe broken but that was nothing and my own fault really. An old mate, my client, well he was horrified during the mind meld when he saw what Jones had done to me and no Pon Farr or Plak tow or nothing just plain meanness. Oh yes, let me tell you, if Mr. Jones had not been banged up I think old mate would have been a bit illogical, so I do. We parted good friends and he still writes on my birthday."
Mellissa was frankly goggling. She manage to ask, "I understand that now your life has taken another unexpected turn."
"Yes, well on my 6th job him and me we really hit it off and he wanted to really bond and I agreed. He's a real gent and he's getting on and I was ready for a change you know and I paid for the house and everything and had a nice nest egg put aside. He was so calm to be with never any drama or raised voices. Well then there was another problem. He still had to breed, they all do and they have this breeding program but so few women. Terrible just terrible"
"So I understand that you consented to be a surrogate mother for his child?"
"That right. A donated egg from a Vulcan woman, his sperm and bingo, this little bun is a full Vulcan she pats her stomach. I've had two with no problem and I get the best medical care. I've stopped smoking and look after myself. My bonds mate is very supportive and I'm going to classes in Vulcan now. It'll be different raising up a little logical one that's for sure. Can't be worse that my others, goodness knows."
Melissa turned to camera.
"Well Bill that wraps up this report. Back to you in the studio."