A Very Important Date! - Chapter 10

NOTE TO READERS: Nietzschean society is Matriarchal, where the women are in power and make the decisions. This is especially evident when it applies to selecting a mate. If the lady likes what she sees, it's all good. If not, be off with ye . . . . . . . .




Free Enterpise - A Very Important Date - Chapter #10




Approximately three hours before their scheduled dinner date, Tyr had appropriated the small kitchen in the back of the Captain's Mess, donned an apron and started preparing the meal. About an hour and a half before show time, Tyr placed his dish into the oven, set it and went to his quarters to get cleaned up and change.




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However, in T'Marr's quarters she stood in the middle of a pile of clothing. She'd had her hair and nails done, but she just could not figure out what to wear. She was about to opt for her uniform, when she espied a lone outfit left hanging in her closet.


She removed the hanger bearing the outfit, walked over to her full length mirror and held it up to herself.


“That'll work.” she thought, and smiled. Relieved, T'Marr softly sang Nina Simone's “C Line Woman” to herself as she headed for the fresher to take a sonic shower.




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“I told you she would not come.” Tyr said, sourly. The meal was prepared. The steward had set the table with the appropriate silver ware, dishes and glass wear. Altiar water was chilling in a bucket, and a nervous ( upon immediate death he would not admit that he was nervous ) Tyr was standing, ready and dressed to impress. The only thing missing was T'Marr.


“She will be here, Tyr. She is just late.” Khan replied. Tyr frowned because he did not understand the concept of lateness. Being a man of action, he did not like to waste time waiting for a late party when he could be doing whatever.


“She's most likely held up by trying to decide which lipstick to wear.” Khan continued.


That was another strange concept to Tyr. Even though he had five sisters and watched as they made themselves up. To him it seemed like such a waste. All they did was cover up with something which could be immediately wiped/washed off. Of course, Tyr was not a hit with his sisters when he expressed that sentiment.


“She will be here, Tyr.” Khan said as he touched his forehead with his right index and middle finger in a sort of salute. “You two will enjoy your dinner.” he continued, as he exited through the kitchen.


No sooner did Khan leave did T'Marr enter, rather ran in the front door. In fact the poor thing had run all the way from the turbo lift.


“I'm so sorry I'm late, Sir! I had a makeup malfunction.” she panted. Tyr smiled in the semi-darkness and chuckled. The Androian steward came out and lit the candles, Tyr whispered orders to her and she disappeared.


“T'Marr. We are both off duty so you do not have to call me Sir.” Tyr said as he scrutinized her. What the heck had she done to her hair? Her normally fetching short bob was now a mass of small curls. And that lip coloring she wore was too . . . . . . .


“How do the Humans say it? Yuck. . . .” Tyr thought. However he did like her outfit. A navy blue short sleeved Vulcan tunic emblazoned with Vulcan squiggles, with matching pants. She wore a pair of sandals on her feet. No jewelry except a post earring in each ear.


He beckoned her forward by pulling out a chair. Before sitting, T'Marr literally gave Tyr the once over.


“OMG! What the heck is he wearing?” she thought calmly, even though she wanted desperately to do the “teeny-screamy” thing. Vulcans did not do the “teeny-screamy” thing, even one who'd been raised with Humans. Tyr would never understand, not now anyway.


His outfit was all brown leather and fit like a glove, showing off his physique to the nth degree. In other words Tyr was smokin'!


"Any closer and the man would be ablaze!" T'Marr thought.


From what she'd heard, Nietzschean men deliberately dressed like this to impress Nietzschean women. Because it was the ladies who made the ultimate choice. Just like the Earth Peacock who displayed his plumage in a non-verbal way of saying. “Hey, ladies! I'm over here! Notice me! PICK ME!”


As Tyr sat, two stewards came in bearing trays with covered dishes of food. T'Marr smiled inside when she smelled cheese and fresh salad.


“Will you be needing us any further, Sir?” the Andorian steward asked.


“No thank you, Gynn. I'll take it from here.” Tyr replied.


“Very well, Good Night, Sir, Ma'am.” Gynn replied, as she inclined her head respectfully and left.


“With them gone, who's going to. . . . .?” T'Marr thought. As if in answer to her question, Tyr stood, uncovered the dishes, took up a plate in one hand, a serving spoon in the other and began dishing out the hot food first. T'Marr was pleasantly surprised to see that it was her all time favorite, lasagna. Apparently freshly cooked.


“You can cook?” she asked, as he placed the plate before her.


“You will be surprised at the things I can do.” Tyr replied. T'Marr forcibly willed her mind back to the present.


“Tell me.” she said, as she took a forkful of lasagne.