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“Are you alright, Abby?” he asked gently.
I shook my head against the pillow as I lay there. “No, I don’t think so. I can’t stop thinking about it. It makes me scared and angry that they can just come to my work like that and take me. I couldn’t do anything about it.” I started to cry, and I couldn’t stop.
Zimon picked me up and put me on his lap, just holding me while I cried. “It’s going to be alright,meomee. The medic said this could happen, and some treatments can help you. Don’t worry, I will take care of you. Please forgive me that I was not there to protect you. Isnell is a trained professional, as I am, and he could not stop them either. They will pay for what they have done to you and others.”
Sometime later, when I calmed down, Zimon called the clinic to explain my condition. They told us to come right over. The psychiatrist was a feline female who explained that I was experiencing PTSD. There were three basic treatments: nano therapy, cognitive behavioral therapy, and medication. She believed the quickest treatment would be the most effective, nano therapy.
That’s what we opted for. I wanted to get back to feeling normal again as quickly as possible. Although I started feeling better by the next day, it took about a week before I could say that I felt normal again.
I didn’t forget what happened. The treatment just took its power over me away, and some medication stopped the flashbacks.
The next day I had to go to the detention facility and identify the two men who kidnapped me. I wasn’t sure I could remember them, but I agreed to try. The two were in the lineup with seven other men that looked somewhat similar. As I looked them over, I had no trouble remembering their faces and picking them out. I had picked the only two arrested at the Tenzari base. Some of the others were actually policemen.
For several days after the incident, I wasn’t in a frame of mind for sex. Zimon was anything but oppressive about it, but I knew he was feeling deprived. I was pretty sure he was going into the bathroom after he thought I was asleep and masturbating to relieve himself.
It was so sweet of him to be sensitive to my state of mind that he didn’t ask for what I couldn’t give. Zimon could not have been more supportive after my emotional trauma.
My desire for Zimon came back in full force a week later. I glanced up at him as I was getting ready for bed and saw him looking at me with such longing that my body reacted. I wanted my male again.
Zimon knew as soon as our eyes met across the room, and his smile was beautiful to see. We met in the middle of the room, and he lifted me up so we were chest-to-chest. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and our mouths came together in a deep, sensual kiss.
Our tongues dueled and caressed in kisses so arousing we could barely get our clothes off fast enough before we came together. I clung to him, basking in his pounding into me, raising my hips to meet his thrusts as much as I could. I wailed his name as we climaxed in a long and satisfying orgasm.
I hugged and caressed him as he lay heavily on me afterward. He was still hard inside me, even after spilling his semen into me, so I knew we weren’t finished.
“Meomee, I missed you so much,” he whispered, caressing my face.
“I know, sweetheart. I was pretty lost for a while. Without your advanced medicine, I would still be drowning in those memories.” I told him. “I’ve seen it happen to other people, and it took them weeks, even months, to recover from their trauma. Those nanos seemed to have done the trick. I hope the alliance will be sharing them with my people. After the Drayids attack, many people are suffering from mental trauma.”
“I believe they have already.” He kissed me again, and we didn’t have much to say for a while.
We went another round, this time slow and sensual, in no hurry for the next orgasm. Every kiss and caress renewed our bond and reminded us why we came together in the first place. It was a long time before we finally slept, and I think we both felt renewed in the morning.
The next morning as we ate breakfast together, it was satisfying to see Zimon looking so happy again. That didn’t mean he was not still determined to bring down Dalton Lane and his gang of human traffickers. He was also determined not to let them get another chance to kidnap me.
Since I was not returning to my job and we still had two months before we could leave for Narova, we decided that I would spend my time preparing for that. Interstellar matchmaking offered language courses for mates who were emigrating to other worlds.
Zimon helped me set up daily classes in the Narovian language and culture. The courses would be held at the base, so I would not have to go out in public. Going out in public still gave me pause, but I felt safe at the Alliance base.
Chapter Eleven
Zimon
While Abby was still recovering, all human collaborators captured at the Tenzari base were thoroughly interrogated. I knew they were right in not allowing me to question the two men who kidnapped Abby. I didn’t just want to talk to them. I wanted to kill them, and I’m not sure I could have controlled myself.
With the threat of being sent off-world to prison, they gave up seven locations used as hideouts and holding areas for the women they abducted. We combined forces with Earth law enforcement to shut down every one of them.
Dozens of Lane’s henchmen were captured and arrested, and victims were rescued, but Dalton Lane seemed to escape every time. As more and more of his organization were arrested, a rumor surfaced that Dalton Lane would leave Earth with the next Tenzari vessel that came for a load of humans.
However, Lane was on his own to gather captive humans to pay for his passage off-world. Law enforcement warned the public about his kidnapping of young women, making things harder for Lane.
Somehow a news reporter learned of Abby’s kidnapping and our mating status. She wanted to interview us for a news feature on broadcast news. My first instinct was to decline because I heard enough xenophobic sentiment to make me leery when I was out in the field after the Alliance revealed itself. Of course, I was disguised as a human, so they did not know I was an alien.
I discussed it with Colonel Nyco, who sent it up the chain of command. The upper echelon suggested that Abby and I give the interview in the interest of interstellar relations with Earth.
So, against my better judgment, I discussed it with Abby, and we decided to accept the interview. The reporter was nice and cordial; none of her questions were too personal. We talked about how we met through the interstellar matchmaking service and about Abby’s kidnapping.
I revealed that my mother is half human making me one-quarter human and that felines mate for life. I discussed searching for mymeomeethrough the matchmaking service, which matches through DNA. I thought it was only fair to talk about the mating frenzy and how a feline humanoid relationship is based on erotic, emotional and intellectual bonding.
