Cochran's Groovy Worm-Hole Adventure Part 2

The toaster-shaped Quantum Doorknob hurdled through space and time dragging Cochran and his "new friend" along at incredible speed. Unfortunately, their feet remained behind, as if mired in quick-dry cement. Therefore, they stretched like the over-stressed waistband of an obese man's ratty underpants until Cochran was sure they would tear apart and scatter across the universe.

Snap!

Cochran landed in a heap on the floor and a second later the girl landed on top of him. He didn't exactly mind as she was incredibly beautiful and how mad could he be considering he had all but kidnapped her from her home at the center of the earth. That being said, it is really quite unpleasant to have someone fall on top of you.

"Oof!" He gasped as the wind was crushed from his lungs. He rolled to one side, easing the girl off of his chest. She flipped over, legs straight up in the air and her long white toga-style gown flew up exposing her nether regions which, to Cochran's horror, were devoid of undergarments.

"Good Lord!" He gasped, averting his eyes from her thick blond curls in embarrassment. "Please cover yourself, my dear!"

"Malayalam subllaalla," she said in a singsong voice and John heard the sound of material ruffling as she regained her feet and adjusted her gown.

When he was sure she was dressed, he turned around to greet her.

One dark, erect nipple stared back at him. Cochran had forgotten the off-the-shoulder, breast-exposing style of her dress. "Oh my! Um... you look cold... please take my coat..." He stammered draping his tweed jacket across her front clumsily.

The young lady giggled shyly as she covered up, her long blond hair falling fetchingly across the left side of her face. She blew the stray locks out of the way with a puff of breath from her pursed lips and giggled again.

"Yes... well... that's fine," said Cochran regaining some of his composure. He straightened his bow tie and brushed invisible dirt from the front of his pants, then reached into his vest and retrieved his pocket-watch. "Four-fifteen... it's past tea time!"

Cochran looked around, he was pleased as punch that the Quantum Doorknob had returned them to his laboratory, but then he had guessed it would. Truth be told, he was quite shocked with himself... stranding Branch at the center of the earth, snatching the girl back to the surface with him and worst of all using foul language. But after a nice cuppa, he would set everything straight and apologize to his abrasive American assistant.

He led the way down the short corridor to his study, gesturing for his guest to take a seat on the squishy, over-stuffed settee and went to work the small kitchenette.

He quickly boiled water in his tea kettle, filled a plate with scones and poured two cups of extra strong earl grey, presenting one to the young blond woman.

"Hallally...?" She said uncomprehendingly.

Cochran smiled reassuringly and mimed drinking from the china teacup. "It's alright, my dear... it's tea... you drink it."

She took the cup, and after a moment's consideration poured some of the warm brown liquid into the saucer and began lapping it up with her tongue like a cat.

Cochran shuddered in disbelief. "Barbaric..." He muttered.

She looked up from her saucer of tea and smiled, then gestured vigorously to herself. "Siphonei..." she said, smiling madly.

"I'm sorry," John said. "Is it too hot?"

"Siphonei!" She said again, slapping the palm of her right hand against her ample cleavage.