Secret Life

Discovery (part 2)

A/N: The translations that will appear throughout the rest of this story come from Google Translate and Microsoft's translation program. I'm putting them in [bold brackets] because I don't want to be bothered remembering to put them at the end... and the transition will be a bit smoother by not having to scroll up and down constantly to know what they're saying. ^_^

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I scoff at the letter and toss it across the room. "Sounds like a stupid conspiracy theorist," I mumble as I used my penknife to open the box. "Just like this looks like someone just cleaned out their attic." Stacks of cassette and video tapes sit on top a horizontal stack of books, which look brand new. The writings on the tapes look a bit worn but still legible. I see a sheet of paper - How convenient of that bastard to give me a key - outlining what each tape contains. Luckily I have a personal cassette player right next to me - the brat wanted to experiment with sounds - so I choose one at random and press play.

Verbreiten Sie Ihre Beine gerade breit genug... zu sehen [Spread your legs just wide enough... to see] -

I quickly stop it and take it out, inspecting it for damage. "It sounds like that foreign language Dok keeps trying to impress me with," I say quietly comparing the writing on the tape and the guide, not wanting to acknowledge the shivers that snaked up and down my spine or how the voice injected my relaxed body with a jolt of excitement. I see that one side of the tape is written in what looks like gibberish and the other in English. The one I chose is penned "SeducSug 1023*RM", and according to this guide it's part of a series of guided meditation. I waffle between hearing a possible translated version or just saving it for later today; sipping this jasmine tea is making me very mellow.

This is supposed to be blackmail against the shitty brat; I need to see some hard evidence of it. I down the rest of my cup and move the tapes around, deciding on a video to watch later when I can get a section of the library to myself, getting to the bottom of the box where the books rest. I take one out with a little difficulty and lay it on my bed. I put the cassette and video tapes in the top drawer and everything else back in the box. I close it up and move it to the foot of my bed. Then at the last minute I decide to take out a roll of some kind out of the box and toss it alongside the book before making myself another cup. I'm starting to get addicted to this, I think getting comfortable in the bed. I open the book slowly, the crinkling sound of a new print very welcoming in my ears. It's been some time since I came across a new book. I should've paid more attention to the cover because the first thing I saw when I opened the book was a close-up picture of a couple... exchanging?... their.. tongues...

Shocked I look back at the cover and read The Intimacy of Foreplay: Why It's Sorely Needed and How to Initiate by The Doktor. "The Dok-tor, really?" I snort incredulous. This looks like another of Dok's hairbrained scheme to get in my pants. Seriously. Though it would suck if Dok did write this though - it would show that he has a soft side not caused by overeating. What if that shitty brat did write this? I lean back on my pillow and ponder this: If the brat did write this? I feel a little pang of what could be pride as I skim the first chapter: for someone who seems to have a short attention span, he really has the tenacity to write this. To me it's written for women like Petra - not exactly gullible but really gung-ho about marriage and serious relationships. Maybe I should give it to her..... on second thought, never mind. I can't have her mind filled with unnecessary ideas. I flip through a few more chapters, looking at the pictures more than reading the words. I close the book after the fourth or fifth detailed picture of a guy's... well yeah, needless to say, I don't need to be that intimate.

I know breakfast starts in a few hours, but I have just a little time left to see one more thing before attempting sleep again; I can always try again after breakfast, but Shit Glasses and Commander Eyebrows will want to go through that paperwork with me, so I need to use this time wisely. I down my last cup of tea before reaching for the scroll. It's the length of my entire arm and is rolled up about three times tightly. I set the cup down and prepare a letter in my head to Dok about how wrong he was and how this pointed to him more than the brat as I unroll it. The first rays of dawn creep slowly through my window, taking dappled peeks at the photo I find myself staring at a bit too long. Not sure how this is blackmail material, but this is only helping me fantasize more.