“I’ll tell Babe to let Prince talks about the Balance… Hey, wait a minute… It wasn’t my son who created the Balance. It was me. Only me. That is how it must go down in history. Well… my Prince did help a little with the Euthanasias. And he instated mandatory medical checkups and restored the Balance. Yes, he did… That’s all true. But those are the details, not the principle, not the philosophy… Let Prince talk about his work, about the poleis and the ice age… and those things… And I’ll talk about the Balance even longer, in even greater detail, in the next interview. This today felt really good. From now on I’m going to have frequent interviews with Babe. What a great girl. What intelligence.
“What did she ask Prince? Nothing. That little thing at the beginning. Purely out of courtesy. She knows precisely who is still in charge. She admires me. She understands everything. It’s clear to her how great I am. And I’m still not for the scarp yard. No, no. I’m going to live for some time. I’ll win this war. History will remember me as the ruler who eradicated the last Non-Consumer. And I will eradicate them! You don’t want to spend, do you? But you want water, food and energy, you nits? Well that won’t do, you monsters! That won’t do!”
“No… I can’t get this excited… I can’t look like this when I declare war. I have to be calm, dignified… Just a little dark, somber… How did Erivan put it? I have to look sinister. For the Non-Consumers to be terrified when they see me. That’s it, of course! Sinister! Sinister!”
“Sinister!” shouted Mr. Kaella and pushed.
As though the Inspectorate drums and bugles were playing a magnificent march, the toilet bowl rumbled with the sounds produced by Mr. Kaella’s digestive tract, calling to arms!
Chapter 55
“What do you see?” the slightly surprised Prince asked.
“I see you…” Babe described the scene before her, “ somehow magnificent… on a white horse tearing through the Non-Consumer ranks…”
“And? What else do you see, my Princess?” Prince asked excitedly.
“In your right hand you’re holding a razor-sharp saber…”
“And?”
“In broad, strong swings you’re cutting down the Non-Consumers… I see them… I see them falling… like wheat before the scythe…”
“I’m cutting, I’m cutting… you bet!” Prince was excited.
“And I am in your lap, your Princess, your flag…”
“That’s right… that’s right…”
“And you… while you’re cutting them down… Only you can do it, my Prince…”
“What?”
“At the same time, with your other hand,” said Babe, gazing up towards the ceiling, raising Prince’s hand towards the lapel of her jacket and placing his hand on her breast “at the same time you are gently fondling your Princess’ bosom.”
Prince completely lost it. He tried to be gentle, like in her description, but he failed. And how could he not be when he felt that little Earth hanging from Babe’s nipple. He squeezed Babe’s breast forcefully, wildly, as though it was the hand in which he held the razor-sharp saber.
“Hey, Prince, that’s not exactly gentle,” Babe laughed.
“It’s not, it’s not… and you are yet to see… Taunting me the entire time… driving me mad… Driving me mad!!!”
“Driving you mad?” asked Babe, suddenly dropping her hand to his pants.
Prince’s eyes opened wide when she squeezed his crotch.
“You have yet to feel what it’s like to be driven mad. This is nothing. I’m just starting to drive you mad,” she whispered in his ear, while continuously opening and closing her hand.
“Yes, yes… that’s what I want… what I need…” Prince grunted, while his hand started going up Babe’s skirt.
Babe suddenly pushed him away with both hands, so forcefully that Prince staggered.
“You can’t touch that, Mr. Prince.”
“What do you mean ‘I can’t’? Why can’t I?” he almost shouted, rushing her again.
Babe stepped back and laughed.
“You can, of course you can, my Prince… you can do everything… but only when I want it.”
“And you don’t want to now?” Prince froze.
“Not now. I want it to be nice for you…”
“We’ll its nice…”
“Even nicer… much nicer…”
“Ah, I know… You want in the limo. Alright, I’ll order a limo for the two of us. Father can go back by himself.”
“Well…” Babe laughed, “didn’t you promise me dinner? Just the two of us, with candles?”
“I did, I did… but I can’t wait anymore.”
“Well you’ll have to. You’ll go back with your father, just as you came. And you’ll wait for me at the restaurant. I have to prepare for you.”
“What do you mean ‘prepare’? You can’t get any prettier.”
“I will be. And let me tell you what I’ll look like. And you can imagine it until dinner. Long dress, blue-black, sliding behind me…”
“I’m going to die…”
“Bare back, two strips tied together across my breasts…”
“You’re killing me…”
Babe came around behind him, pressed her bosom against his back and rubbed his crotch with both hand. She whispered to him
“And those two strips…”
“Yes?”
“Don’t worry… they aren’t very wide… just covering the nipples and the little Earths.”
“Aaaah!”
“And the slit on the dress…”
“Yes?”
“High above my hip…”
“No…”
“So that it’s clear to you that I’m completely naked underneath the dress.”
“Naked! Aaaaah!”
While he had been screaming Prince had once again tried to get his hand up her skirt again. And Babe pushed him away once more.
“Why don’t you give it up? I just wanted a touch, to see whether you’re naked now too.”
“Nonsense! What were you thinking? I’m doing an interview with you and your father, and not…”
“Alright, alright… Why do you have to get angry immediately?”
The bodyguard turned around and said
“Sir, your father is coming.”
Babe went to the couch. Prince ran up to her and tried to unbutton her jacket.
“What are you doing?” Babe screamed.
“I have to see them. At least that… please.” Prince panted.
“I would like to show you my breasts. I was thinking about it. I really was. But I can’t.”
“Why?” Prince was surprised.
“Because you’d see my bellybutton.”
“Ah, the bellybutton… I’ll drill it with my tongue… drill it…”
“I’m afraid you won’t be able to.”
“Why? Does it too have a little Earth?”
“Not a little Earth. Something else… it’s not important…”
“What else? What?!”
“Something just for you. Something that belongs only to you, my Prince.”
“Tell me, don’t torture me anymore. What is that which is just mine?”
“I won’t tell you. I want you to see.”
“But when? When will I see it?”