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  by Delta Story July 1997
The image appeared to be of an attractive human woman, with a
knowing smile that ran from ear to ear. She was a little slip of a
thing, with dark brown hair that was pulled back and cascaded
down her back. Her slight figure was clothed in dark charcoal
tailored trousers and topped with a soft cowl neck jersey of the
same dark color. A long scarf of mixed bright blues, purples and
burgundies was casually draped around her neck, livening up the
dark color of her clothing. She was standing beside a desk in a
very comfortable looking "office". There was a thickly upholstered
sofa and chair in a paisley print, and several vases of exotic flowers
situated in various lines of sight. Her brown eyes were intense, but the
officers could see the playfulness behind their outside demeanor.
In-between the static lines, the two young Starfleet officers
could hear her expounding in a rather expository manner about
something called "frigidity in women" and how to overcome this
"problem". Harry's ears had particularly perked up and called
his friend over from the helm when the word "sex" was used
several times. *This is something that I think Tom would be
interested in...*, the ensign wisely concluded.
After several minutes of astute listening, Tom finally decided
that "frigid" in this sense did not necessarily mean cold as in
the temperature, but cold in an unresponsive sexual way. "Harry,
my friend, have you been recording this?" he asked.
Looking back at Tom with wide eyed innocence, Harry said, "Sure.
Is this important?" Tom winked back at Harry. "Strictly as
reference! Let's see what else this person says. Make me a copy
of the transmission as long as you can receive it, would you?"
"Wait a minute; this isn't illegal, is it?" the perennially naive
Kim asked. "This isn't going to be another one of your betting
games, 'cause if it is, I'm still paying for the last..."
"Harry, Harry...would I lead you astray -- intentionally? Never!
This is strictly for my private use and reference. You're really
a pal for showing it to me." With that, Tom turned to return to
his post. The light behind his eyes indicated that the old Paris
wheels were turning fast...
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Harry came over to Tom in the mess hall. "All right; here's a
padd with a download of that subspace transmission. I think the
person's name is Dr. Dee something or other; I couldn't make out
the entire name. It seems to be a program from late 20th century
Earth that was caught in a time anamoly bubble."
Tom quickly finished whatever Neelix's purple and orange special
for the day was, thanked Harry and excused himself. He got to
his quarters, and reviewed the 40 plus minutes of the woman
talking. *This is better than I thought. Late twentieth century
Earth had some real sexual hang-ups to deal with, and this gal
seems to know what she's talking about.* She reminded him of
their own holodoc, in her cutesy smugness of a wealth of
knowledge that she *knew* everyone wanted her to share. But this
was stuff that he hadn't heard the doc talking about! However...
it *was* something that he decided would make into an interesting
holotape for if and when someone on Voyager might need such
information. God knows that he and B'Elanna didn't need it; he
had the scars to prove that!
He continued watching the holotape of the transmission. The
energetic smallish woman was talking quite frankly with much
animation about a slow, deliberate sensitizing program to be used
by two sexual partners when one of them did not or could not
release built up sexual inhibitions. She promised that if the
program were followed *exactly* as presented, that the
unresponsive or "frigid" partner would respond fully and openly
in three weeks. The program would require much discipline,
especially on the part of the less restrained partner.
He took the padd over to his monitor. After filtering out much
of the static, he entered the entire presentation onto the ship's
mainline computer under the filename of "Paris Help". He
chuckled to himself as he thought of a certain twosome on the
ship who *could* benefit from this "Dr. Dee"...
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Captain Janeway was reviewing upcoming duty rosters. Voyager was
approaching an M class planet where she hoped to allow the crew
some much-needed shore leave. But misplaced ship was also headed
further into an unknown area of the Delta Quadrant, and she
wanted to make sure that all the key stations were covered
properly at all times. She was puzzling over some of the
assignments and decided that her weary mind would benefit from
another person reviewing the stats with her. She hit her comm
badge.
"Commander, could you come to my ready room? I have some
questions regarding the duty roster."
"On my way," responded her first officer.
The doors of the captain's office opened for Chakotay. He
entered, with one of his beguiling smiles lighting up his face.
"You wanted me?" he said with his usual mischievousness.
Janeway looked up at him with an expression that would have pierced a
hole into a cloaked Klingon bird of prey.
"I'm having a problem pulling up Tom's duty schedule for the next
week. Did it get entered correctly?" she asked.
Chakotay came around her desk, looking over her shoulder at her
monitor. Tom's first three on-duty shifts were listed all right,
but then the computer had problems calling up anything after
that.
"Here, let me try something," he said, as he tried not to touch that
silky hair that was tempting him.
The captain moved out of her chair, offering it to him. She walked
around to the wide window framing the vista of unknown that they were
traversing. She glanced back over at her second in command. His
attention was focused on the information before him. *How I wish
I could just go over to him and say 'Let's just stay. Let this
planet be the place. I'm tired; we're all tired.'... No, I am
the captain first and Kathryn second; I got us into this, and I'm
going to get us home.*
Her thoughts were interrupted by a burst of words from Chakotay.
"What the hell is this?" His eyes were intent on the screen.
"What's the problem?" Janeway asked as she hurriedly returned to
her desk.
By this time, Chakotay, was in turn laughing, snickering, and turning
red. He quickly hid the screen from her view, and rapidly logged off.
"I think I found one of Tom's 'secret files' ", he said.
"What is it doing on the mainline computer? And what is it exactly?"
she asked with a touch of enmity in her voice. "Am I going to have
to put him on report again?"
"I'll talk to him, Captain; it really isn't that bad. But, it
shouldn't have been on the mainline. Probably a little fun and
games for him and B'Elanna." He quickly typed in some commands.
Janeway assumed her trademark pose, and looked at him, with her
previous thoughts still hovering.
"Anything you care to share ith me, Commander?"
Chakotay's expression took on another look. His face outwardly
became somewhat serious and thoughtful, but his eyes told a whole
different story. After a brief pause, he looked up at her.
"Meet me for dinner, and I'll let you know," he said smiled
mysteriously.
"All right; but how about the duty roster?"
"Oh, now that I've taken care of our intruding file, Mr. Paris
has been assigned all the duty shifts he can handle and then
some."
"It sounds like you have handled both the initial problem and
disciplinary action in one move. Efficient as always,
Commander... 1900 hours in my quarters?" Janeway smiled back at
him.
"Aye, Captain," winked the first officer, as he got up to return
to the bridge.
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Chakotay was prompt as always in reporting to his captain's
quarters for their dinner engagement. He had had time to
completely view Tom's little "Help" file, and it proved to be
quite interesting! He had decided that some prudent editing
would make it into a fascinating instructional device. And this
Dr. Dee was both a most affable and enlightening person! He
chuckled to himself as he buzzed at Kathryn Janeway's door.
He was greeted by his senior officer who was still in uniform.
"I'm sorry, Chakotay. I just now got back to my quarters. Let's
see what I can do with some replicator rations," she said as she
headed over to the device. "What are you in the mood for?" she
asked. As she said it, she realized that she had worded it in an
ambiguous way. She turned quickly, before the words came out of
her first officer's mouth. "You know what I mean!" she shot back
at him, with eyes like ice.
A cheese souffle with a mixed green salad appeared quickly.
Chakotay walked over to help her bring the dishes to her eating
area. She noticed that he was dressed quite informally, in a
loose tunic over pants that seemed just as comfortable. His feet
were clad in his favorite soft leather moccasins.
"Well, commander. It seems that you have come dressed in your native
attire this evening."
"I just wanted to be comfortable, Kathryn. I suggest that you do
likewise."
"After we've eaten; I'm famished!" she said, as she greedily
helped herself to the steaming dish. Even as they ate, Chakotay
couldn't help but notice that she was still "on duty" -- that
uniform always did it! Several times, he attempted to steer the
conversation to small talk, but she was determined to review the
events of the day with him.
Finally, as they took the empty utensils back to the recycling replicator,
she sighed. "Well, maybe I will follow your suggestion and change
clothes. I'll be just a minute," she said as she turned to go to her
bedroom area.
"Kathryn, why don't you put on that lovely green caftan?"
Chakotay called after her. "You know, the one that Neelix found
for you."
She looked back at him with a stern stare. "Commander, just *what*
do you have in mind?" The sternness of her look was returned with
one that was quite the opposite.
"I just want to help you relax, that's all," was Chakotay's enigmatic reply.
As Kathryn was changing, Chakotay was suddenly having second
thoughts about what he was going to show her. But, he knew that
they had both waited long enough. Kathryn respected the opinions
of people who were experts in their fields, and this Dr. Dee
certainly appeared to be just that! Now, if he had only edited
her presentations in such a way that Kathryn would not suspect
the final purpose of the transmission from Earth's distant past.
He himself was absolutely enthralled in its purpose and the
thorough methodical way in which its end product was
accomplished. It seemed to him that this was meant to be for him
and Kathryn. Could it be that some spirit guide had brought it
to them, in this place and at this time? Spirit guides were
known to do such things. Silently, he offered a prayer of thanks
to his guide, and at the same time, asked for support and
approval in what he was doing.
His thoughts suddenly were pulled pack to the present as Kathryn
reappeared. She had indeed put on the deep green caftan. Her
hair was down but pulled back and held in place by two large
shell combs. Following his lead, she had slippers on her feet.
*Thank you!*, he whispered softly to whatever spirit would
receive his gratitude, as he saw that she had followed his
suggestion.
He was seated on her sofa, with at a padd in his hands. She came
over and situated herself close to him with her feet pulled up
underneath her.
"Now, commander, what is this great mystery that you were going
to share with me regarding that misplaced file of Tom Paris'?"
Chakotay took a quick breath -- he didn't want to appear too
nervous! "Kathryn, do you trust me?" he said with mock
seriousness.
"Of course, I do!" she answered back. "After three years of battling
the unknowns of the Delta Quadrant? After several brushes with
death for both of us? Why do you even have to ask?" she answered,
rather taken aback.
"Then, I would ask you to allow us to learn something new,
together. I have something to show you, and all I ask is that we
try to appreciate what this person has to say. This is a
transmission that Tom seems to have picked up from subspace.
Based on his file notes, the transmission appears to be from the
late twentieth century; it's filled with a lot of static that I
couldn't filter out. The holotape looks to be about learning how
to relax and appreciate a ...er, um,... a close friend. I think
we can qualify ourselves in this category, and I just thought it
might be interesting for us to work through the suggested
exercises together."
She smiled back at him. "I don't see why not. We both could use
a little help along that line, I guess myself more than you
though," she added with smile. "Let's see what this person has
to say."
"Before I start the holotape, I have to tell you that it requires
a time commitment. The entire series, if done properly, will
take us three weeks, with probably an hour each day," he stated.
"Barring any major surprises, I think our current location in our
journey will allow us that timeframe. Let's consider it an
experiment for science!" said a curious Kathryn Janeway.
Chakotay let out a silent sigh. *All right; here it goes...* and
he activated the holotape file. Janeway moved in closer to him
to see the image and hear the words from the small screen.
The pleasant looking brunette woman that Chakotay had seen before
appeared in her equally pleasant office setting. "Good evening,
my friends," she began, "I'm so glad you could join me. My name
is Dr. Dee, and for the next three weeks we are going to explore
ways to become more..."
Suddenly, the words were garbled with static. After a few lost seconds,
her words were clear once more. "So, we want to start with some
touching exercises, just so you can learn about the (again static)
areas that make you (static). We will work with these activities for
three days, for as long each day that you want to explore. Remember,
you know your own comfort levels! But, limit yourself only to these
activities. We want to make certain that your are totally content before
we move on. Make sure you are dressed comfortably and are in a soothing
location."
"Now, to begin. To achieve the (static) level, we will explore
reactions with different tactile stimuli. My suggestions would
be fingers, of course; a downy feather, a silk scarf, and a piece
of soft fur. You will explore each other by lightly touching
these items to different areas of your head, neck, face, arms,
hands, feet and lower legs. Talk with one another as you do
this; share your sensations, about what feels good and what
doesn't. Remember, communication is very important in all phases
of this (static) training! Continue these activities for three
days and then we will proceed to phase two. Be gentle, good
friends! See you in three days!"
The screen went blank. Kathryn looked up at the man next to her.
"What is this all about?" she said with a rather belligerent
tone.
"Trust, Kathryn; trust," he said softly, as he pulled a small
pouch out from underneath his tunic. He slowly opened it, and
pulled out a wispy feather. Raising it towards her face, he
brushed it across her cheek, then her nose, then under her chin;
he quickly repeated the pattern several times, each time with
longer lingering strokes.
She closed her eyes, and allowed a delicate sigh. Without saying
a word, he put the feather into her hand. Sensing what she was
to do, she repeated the ritual with him, making sure that each of
his dimples was included in her moves. She gave it back to him
and he gently lifted her hair from her neck and explored the long
lines along up to and around her ears with the plume. Paths were
traced down along the curves leading to her shoulders, then
quickly brushed across her lips. This time, she reached for the
feather and continued the sensory exploration of her counterpart.
He then brought forth a wispy piece of material. He laid it
against her forehead, and languorously stroked it down her face:
across her eyes, her nose, her chin, and finally barely let it
float over her neck and down the front of her caftan. As he
slowly pulled the piece of fabric up from its concealment under
her garment, the motion and texture brushed across her breasts,
and she let out a small gasp. He stopped, and their eyes met.
Again, with their silence doing their speaking, she took the
gossamer material and drew her own designs on his exposed skin.
Even as he gently pulled the filmy substance from her, the motion
against her hand caused her expression to change. Picking up on
this cue, he took her hand into one of his. With the other, he
lightly floated the tips of his massive fingers across her open
palm, up the underside of her wrist, and formed figure eights on
the underside of her delicate arm. Again, her eyes closed, as if
she were being transported. He then softly pulled he length of
each of her fingers through his cupped stroking fingers, finally
circling his fingers in delicate spirals over the top of her hand
and her forearm. He again repeated his motions with her other
hand and arm.
Kathryn followed his actions with her repetitive movements. He
was surprised to find himself so stimulated by her exquisite
touch -- he thought that only a woman could respond to such
softness! They found themselves alternating between the feather
and the lightest of touches with their fingers for an unknown
duration of time.
Then, he pulled her hands together, and with one last round of
sensual circles made by his fingers, he said, "I think that's
enough for our first lesson, Kathryn. We'll continue tomorrow."
She looked up at him with a myriad of questions in her eyes, but
acquiesced to his bidding. "Tomorrow," she said.
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The following day, their bridge shift was punctuated with several
more than normal knowledgeable looks at one another. At one
point, they noticed Tuvok's questioning arched eye. Thankfully,
Tom's face was facing forward! Silently, they vowed to be more
circumspect.
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That evening, they repeated the events of the preceding one.
Through many smiles and not a few giggles, they explored the
exposed areas of their bare feet and lower legs.
On the third night, as they proceeded with the now familiar and
ever welcome movements, Chakotay gently pulled down the shoulder
of Kathryn's caftan, and started exploring the gentle touches
against all of the surfaces of her upper arm and chest. At first,
she felt shock at the intrusion of her protected body, but she
quickly succumbed to the pleasant sensations that the actions
were producing.
Just to keep things on an even plane, when it was her turn, she
reached down to the bottom of his tunic, and taking the lower
edge of each side in her hands, she eased the garment up, over
his arms and finally his head. As his head came out from behind
the encasing fabric, his smile not only went across his face, but
into the depths of his eyes.
Kathryn's eyes silently drank in the beauty of his smooth dark
body. She then delicately ravished it with her now expert
tactile skills. Once more, the man gasped at the sensations. He
felt his emotions were as exposed as his body, and chills ran
throughout him. Every pore of his skin called out its need. This
woman was awakening as much in him as he was hoping he was in
her.
He looked into her eyes. Before she could show any regret
for her actions, he quietly said, "Thank you, Kathryn; see you
tomorrow." He languidly arose from her couch, and put on his
tunic. He took her hand, and gently ran it the length of his
cheek, then did likewise to her with his own. He turned and
left.
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Early the morning of the fourth day, a very weary appearing Tom
Paris was getting off the turbolift on the quarters deck for the
junior officers. Harry and B'Elanna were just getting on, ready
to report to their respective positions.
"Boy, I don't know what Chakotay has up his rear, but these five
shifts that he's assigned me to in the last three days have been crazy!
Sorry, honey -- I'm on again tonight," he said as he quickly kissed the
chief engineer. "Gotta get some sleep..." His eyes were practically
closed as he headed down the hall.
The half-Klingon lieutenant appeared none to happy, either.
"This multiple shift stuff has really put our lives on hold.
Harry, do you know anything about Chakotay's doing this?"
Harry tried to keep his eyes level as he said no to his good friend.
But down deep, there was a nagging suspicion about that
transmission that he had recorded for Tom a few days ago...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Towards the end of the alpha shift, Janeway was in her ready room
reviewing some new stellar cartography data when her comm screen
announced a personal message. She glanced at the few words that
appeared on it:
"My quarters tonight, same time.
Dress comfortably! C."
She smiled in anticipation. They were going to be starting on
the second chapter from the mysterious Dr. Dee.
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