“Sure. I feel fine, now. I will start looking at the stuff he just put on the tablet.” Iris said.
Teag gave a polite nod, and said, “if you have any more problems, just use the intercom by the door to call the clinic. It is also voice controlled.” Then he did a smooth about-face and left the room.
“And I will see you at dinner or third meal as they call it here,” Danya told her then left as well.
Once they had left, Iris got up, took out her tablet, and walked out into the main room of Jolt’s flat. It was just two rooms and a bathroom off the bedroom. The larger room contained a sitting area and a beverage and snack station. All residents got their regular meals from the Mess hall on Level one. Some ate there while others took the food back to their flats to eat it.
Iris would eat in the mess hall since she would have class afterward. Jolt wasn’t sure if he would get to come to the Enclave that night or not, yet. She would have her tablet so he could easily find her.
She sat in a comfortable stuffed chair in the sitting area cross-legged and said, “Start telepathy education program from the beginning.”
“Telepathy is communication from one mind to another by extrasensory means. It was originally thought to be a mythical ability among humans, but Silas Malkan proved that the ability was occurring with relative frequency among humans.”
The presentation went on to describe the disturbing symptoms that sometimes accompanied the dawning of psionic abilities. The course would teach her meditation exercises to help her learn to control and how to use her ability purposefully.
Time flew by as she became wholly absorbed in the lessons.
Chapter Eleven
Iris was profoundly grateful for her medication when she walked into the mess hall full of people all talking at once, all thinking random thoughts. Even with medication, she was reluctant to go all the way into the room that was filled with at least 300 people. She couldn’t ever remember being in a crowd that big.
It was a big room that often doubled as a conference room for large meetings. The walls were painted with a shiny yellow beige and avocado green. A bank of food processors lined one wall where people could serve themselves cafeteria style. The rest of the room was filled with rows of long tables with chairs lining both sides. The flooring consisted of highly polished tile squares.
Many people already had their food and were eating at long tables. Danya was waiting by the food line for her to arrive so they could sit together. Iris liked the other woman in just the short time she’d known her.
But she was not so sure she liked being at the Enclave. There were just too many people, especially in the mess hall surrounding her. It made her feel claustrophobic. If she weren’t so hungry, she would make a run for the exit door. After what she had learned from the vids, Iris knew that part of her problem was her dawning telepathic ability compounded with her never being exposed to large groups such as this.
In less than an hour, many had finished eating and left the dining area. Iris’s stress level lessened steadily as the crowd dissipated. Finally, there were only twenty-three people left besides Danya and Iris.
Iris had started the class at just the right time. Danya was reviewing phonics of individual letters of the alphabet and then combinations of letters. They first recited the letters of the alphabet then vowels and the long and short of them. Consonant combinations were next, then Danya went back and explained how vowel became long and short within a word.
There were rules and exceptions to most of them. It made Iris wonder why they didn’t make everything simpler, so the rules were consistent. English words were derived from several different languages, Danya had explained, and the spelling was often a result of the language from which they were derived. They recorded all of the lesson on their tablets with instructions to review for the next class.
Children had classes every day, but the adults only had them in the evenings three times a week so they could work in the fields or building new homes. Iris was excused from work to follow her virtual classes in telepathic discipline.
Iris was thrilled to find Jolt waiting for her as she left the mess hall cum classroom. “Jolt, I’m so glad you came,” she said with a bright smile. She wanted to throw her arms around him and hug him fiercely, but he was not one for public displays. She took his hand and held it, happy just to be touching him. “Did you have third meal? Are you hungry?”
“I ate during the flit,” he said. “Hello Danya, good to see you. Thank you for meeting Iris.”
“I was happy to do it. Will you be staying awhile?”
“No, I have to go back to Farringay in the morning.”
“Then I will give Iris a tour of the place tomorrow. Call me when you’re ready, and I’ll show you around.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Let’s go to the flat, and you can tell me about your day,” Jolt said and took her hand as he moved toward the elevator.
As soon as the door closed behind him in the flat, they were in each other’s arms kissing hungrily like they had been apart for days instead of hours. Iris was eager to tell Jolt her news, but his ardor was hard to resist. When the elevator stopped on the fourth level, they paused their kissing and emerged from the elevator holding hands, walking to Jolt’s flat a few doors down.
As soon as they were inside, they began kissing again. Jolt picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his hips and carried her into the bedroom. In that short distance, Iris forgot everything, but the passion of his kisses with her body pressed tightly to his.
He finally put her down and started tugging her shirt untucked from her pants. Iris raised her arms and let him pull it up over her head and drop it onto the floor. Then he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his shirt off over his head while Iris toed off her boots and pushed her pants to the floor, stepping out of them.
Iris looked at his cock that sprang up, pointing right at her belly and felt her pussy clench in response as she looked up into his face. He seemed happy, and she liked that looking at her made him that way. It was a feeling she shared when she looked at him. He stepped closer and cupped her breasts rubbing his palms against her taut, sensitive nipples. She leaned into his hands, sighing her approval.
After squeezing them and kneading them at length, he took her back into his arms and lifted her up so her legs were off the floor and his cock lay between her legs. Iris loved the way her breasts felt squeezed against his hard chest with the length of his shaft brushing her clit as they kissed long and slow. She welcomed his tongue, probing and caressing inside her mouth, teasing and stroking his as well.
