"Babysitting the Boss" One

This story occurs after the Rice-A trip & probably after Michelle's tale,
"Heart to Heart."

"Babysitting the Boss"

One

While the Scribes and Prince Lotor were taking a well-earned vacation on Rice-
A, Zarkon was all alone except for Hagar, his old harem and the guards. This
gave him some time to think and stew over his son Lotor. Quite frankly, he was
jealous of his son who had youth and handsomeness on his side.
Zarkon thought how unfair it was that it was HE who gained an empire, HE who
gained all the riches and such and yet it was his son who gained all the
benefits of his hard work. His son, Lotor was handsome, young and he spent HIS
money on procuring beautiful women for himself. Did he, Zarkon benefit from
it? No! Those women in Lotor's harem - especially those delectable Scribes
should have been begging at his feet for his favors. Instead they rebuffed
him, tricked him and got out of any trap he tried to set for them. Wasn't a
king more deserving of fleshly pleasures than a mere prince? No it was not
fair - not a bit.


Prince Lotor and his Scribes had since returned from Rice-A. All was quiet for
the moment and Zarkon was bored and frustrated to boot. He saw to his disgust
Hagar crossing the hall that connected to the throne room. Hagar was actually
humming a tune! He thought for a moment and KNEW that she had not snuck in his
chambers again for a quick one. He shuddered. He saw her carrying something -
something in a small vial.

He bellowed, "And just what do you have there, old witch!"

Hagar actually jumped! The old witch never did that! She was hiding
something..

"Nothing, sire! Merely a potion for my latest roebeast!" she said smoothly.

Zarkon got up from his throne and came down the stairs. Hagar made as if to go
but Zarkon bellowed, "Stop, old hag! I want to see that vial!"

Hagar stopped, but as he came closer, she scowled a little.

"What's the matter, sire? No longer trust me?" she said.

"I never trusted you, Hagar. Now hand over that vial!" Zarkon stuck his hand
out.

"Sire! I assure you. It's nothing you want!" Hagar said quickly.

"Oh? Then why were you humming? Creating a roebeast never makes you that
happy. The only thing that makes you hum like that is.." Zarkon's beady eyes
narrowed as he looked intently at the vial. He smiled evily.
"I think you have Elysian youth serum there, Hagar.."

"Why that's absurd, sire! That is very costly - almost priceless! I have no
inter- "

He cut her off."Oh? And just WHO is it that goes into my chambers as a
beautiful woman every chance she gets? You, old hag! Now hand over the serum!"

Hagar KNEW that Zarkon had her dead to rights. She could easily zap him with
her magic, but she couldn't harm him - never really could. She reluctantly
handed it over.

"Sire.." she said, "I will take the serum and become my old beautiful self
once more! Then I shall be able to do so much for you and for the Empire!"

Zarkon scoffed. "You want to be Queen of Doom, scheming witch! I will take the
youth serum and become young again! And this time I will have an empire and
all the riches I have now plus Lotor's elusive Scribes…"

Hagar looked a little surprised. "But sire, what of Lotor? If you are young
again, then the competition will be worse between you!"

Zarkon walked off from Hagar with a secret smile. He muttered, "Oh, I shall
take care of that problem soon enough, old hag..soon enough.."

To be continued..!!
"
"Babysitting the Boss" Two

Two

It was a cheerful day in the Harem of Prince Lotor. The Scribes knew that they
were well loved by Prince Lotor and would be a part of his life for as long as
they pleased. The best thing lately was that Zarkon had not been stalking the
Scribes either. The Scribes all breathed a big sigh of relief on this one!
Zarkon's 'raids' were terrifying, for they all knew that some day he just
could get "lucky!"

The scent of perfumed soap and other smells wafted through the air. But Tamy's
nose picked up the distinct smell of -

"Tacos! I smell Tacos! Who's brought the Mexican food!!" Tamy said, walking
quickly down the hall.

Devana, hearing Tamy smiled. She said, "Over here, Tamysan!"
To her delight, Tamysan came running to her.

"Hi Devvie! Visiting your brother Lotor? Lucky Sparky Zark didn't see ya.."
she looked at the tell-tell Taco Bell bags on the table next to Devana.

Devana smiled broadly. "Yes..I brought some for you! Knowing you're a Texan
and you don't get none of this stuff here!"

Tamy grinned and dived into the bag.

"Oooh..Tacos Bell Grande..Nachos..yum..oooh and cinnamon crispas! Hey and fire
hot sauce! Yum! Hey you even brought some mints! Gotta have those!"

Tamy commenced to eating the tacos and Devana joined her even though she
passed on the hot sauce.

Some time later, they were sitting at the table, sipping cool drinks and
sucking on some breath mints.

Tamysan said, "Dev, those hit the spot! Lotor needs to try those.."

"Yes, but you know him. My brother doesn't like too many hot things.." Dev
commented.

Dom, passing by caught the tail end of the statement and said, "He likes hot
women!"

Devana and Tam both giggled. "Dom!" they both yelled. Dom merely skipped away
and giggled.

Devana stretched, gathered the remains of the Mexican food and said she had to
get going back to Arus. She only came to Doom to see how Lotor was doing and
to visit the Scribes. Tamy told her to be careful and Devana then went to say
good bye to the other Scribes since she had said goodbye to Lotor earlier.

Soon Devana was gone and Tamy stayed where she was at for awhile, getting the
usual harassment and proposition by Cossack and shooting him down. By golly
that was fun! Gina came by grinning which meant she was either going to paddle
someone or had paddled someone. Jenn was nowhere to be seen. It was suspected
that she was with Jon in secret somewhere.

Tamy fell asleep and woke up sometime later. The harem was quiet as if
everyone were asleep or elsewhere. Tamy got up and walked down the hall. She
ran into Michelle who commented on the quietness of the harem.

Tamysan said, "Maybe everyone's with Lotor.."

"Hmm, maybe. Let's check it out.." Michelle said.

They headed for Lotor's room when suddenly they heard of all things in the
harem - a baby crying! They ran into Lotor's room and gasped. There on the
floor in a heap of clothing, was a Drule baby! Michelle picked up the baby who
was obviously a male. He was wailing at the top of his lungs!

Michelle looked at the baby. "Where in the world did this baby come from? Do
you think it's one of Lotor's?"

Tamysan looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and then she saw a glass on
the floor, a dribble of liquid spilled from it. She frowned and sniffed it. It
smelled slightly spicy. Her eyes widened. She had a bad feeling about this.

"Michelle, I think that baby is Lotor!" Tamysan looked at Michelle fearfully.

"What?" Michelle held the wailing baby closer to her.

Suddenly a chilling voice came from the doorway.

"What an astute observation, my dear. You are quite right. Care to claim your
reward? I will freely give it. I am in a very good mood, you know."

There was only one man in the universe whose voice caused such creeping fear -
Zarkon, king of Doom…

To be continued!!


"Babysitting the Boss" - Three


Three

They both turned in fear. There was Zarkon all right. Only this Zarkon was
younger, almost as young as Lotor. His white hair flowed down his back. His
body was youthful and muscular. But although he was physically fit he still
held the creepy aura around him that all the Scribes dreaded and feared. His
beady eyes flickered over the two Scribes in amusement and predatory
posessiveness.
He then looked at his now infant son and said to Michelle, "Quiet him. I can't
stand that catawalling!"

Michelle started to rock the baby, trying to quiet him. The rocking seemed to
soothe him and Lotor's wails subsided.

Zarkon said, "I'd forgotten how loud Lotor was as a little brat.."

Tamy was angry. How could Zarkon do that to his own son?

"What did you do to Lotor, Zarkon!" she said, her anger overriding her fear of
the man.

Zarkon walked over to her with a smirk, but Tamy held her ground. She was mad.
He picked a tendril of loose hair from her and idly played with it with his
fingers. Tamy repressed a shudder.

"I, my dear, merely shared my good fortune with my dear son, Lotor. Isn't he
an adorable brat?" He laughed and then his eyes flickered over the both of
them in triumph.
"Now I no longer have to worry about my son plotting to take my throne away
from me. This time I will make sure he obeys only me. He will marry who I want
him to marry." He grinned. "And by the time he grows up, that silly Princess
Allura will either be dead or long since married, gone to pot in middle age!
He won't be chasing after that silly twit."

Michelle yelled, "You're a fiend, Zarkon! How can you do such a thing?"

"Easily, my lovely, very easily - as well as other things.." he quickly
wrapped an arm around Tamysan's waist before she could dart away. Damn! He
moved much quicker now that he was younger, but he was STILL creepy!

"Ugh! Get away!" Tamysan said, gasping. She had enough of Zarkon!

His eyes became hard and with the other hand, twisted then pulled her hair,
making her wince in pain.

"I neglected to tell you ladies that since my son is but an infant, he is no
longer in need of a harem. But I, being such a generous master, won't boot you
ladies out. No..you Scribes are mine - ALL mine. No men-slaves or outsiders.
You will wait upon my pleasure for my pleasure..but you will find out all the
details in a moment. You will both come with me"

He looked at Michelle with the now-sleeping Lotor in her arms. "Cover him up
with something, wench! I don't want my son to get sick!"

Michelle complied, wrapping Lotor in his silk shirt. Lotor awakened a little
but soon went back to sleep. A moment later, Michelle was ready, but inside
she was angry and wanted to kill Zarkon where he stood for doing this.

He released his hold on Tamy's hair at last. He slipped his arm around her
waist again and said, "Now, ladies let's learn to be friendly. You'll find
that I am easy to get along with - as long as you do as I obey."

Tamy growled, "We'd rather be thrown to roebeasts than to be in your arms.."

Zarkon laughed, confident in his new-found youth. Nothing could bother him
now.

"Sorry, my dear, but you Scribes don't have that option. Besides that's not
what you said once…you begged me not to leave you.." he twitted her.

"You had me drugged out of my mind, you creep!"

"Well, perhaps that is what it will take until you Scribes learn to worship
me..let's go…the others are waiting!"

He jerked Tamysan along, pinching her waist and Michelle followed behind with
Lotor. They went to the main hall of the harem where all the Scribes were
gathered, confused and wondering just what the hell was going on…

To be continued..


"Babysitting the Boss" Four

Four

As Michelle walked behind Zarkon and Tamysan, suddenly a strong but small arm
grabbed her. Michelle nearly yelped but then saw it was Sammie-Ma! She darted
into the passageway and Michelle followed her with Lotor. They came into one
of the rooms and Sammie-Ma faced Michelle with the baby Lotor in her arms. The
former teacher/slash dancer eyes widened.
"That baby! Where did he come from and why was Tamysan going with Zarkon
willingly? The man actually had hair! " she said in amazement.

Michelle said, "Sammie, you won't believe it but this baby is Lotor.."

Sammie peered down at the baby Drule. He opened his eyes and cooed at her, a
small smile crossing his face. Sammie's heart melted and she thought, ..so you
were a heart-breaker even as a babe..She just knew it was Lotor. She gently
took Lotor from Michelle and held him gently. She looked at Michelle's
frightened look and said, "Now, tell me, what's going on here?"

Michelle gulped. "Tamysan and I found Lotor this way in his room on a pile of
his clothes. Tamy found a glass with a little bit of liquid in it nearby.
That's when Zarkon came in. And - and oh Sammie-Ma! He was young!! He said
that was Lotor and he would raise him right this time where he would obey him!
And he was taking over the harem since Lotor was a baby!"

"The evil of that man!" Sammie-Ma exclaimed. "Doing this to his own son! I
knew he was always jealous of Lotor."

Michelle trembled. "He has the whole harem gathered now..I think he's going to
lay down his rules..oh Sammie-Ma! We've had it! Lotor's helpless! We're
helpless!"

"No." Sammie-Ma said wisely. "I need to see what was in that glass Lotor
drank. If it's what I think it is then we have a chance."

Michelle looked at Samara wide-eyed. "It's obvious that Zarkon took the same
potion you did Samara! He gave it to Lotor too! It's irreversible!"

Sammie smiled down at the baby Lotor as he reached up to play with her hair.
She looked at Michelle.
"Don't be afraid Michelle. If Zarkon has the potion I think he has, then he
has already taken care of things for us.."

"I don't understand!" Michelle wailed, worrying about the others.

Samara went into a passage with the baby and motioned with Michelle to follow
and smiled.

"What is it Earthlings say? 'Oh ye of little faith?' Come on, we'll go to
Lotor's room and just see what he drank."

Michelle went into the passageway with Samara. "I hope we won't be too late.."

Samara said, "I do too. When Zarkon was younger, he had a much stronger sex
drive. Now from what I have seen of him he is even younger. He'll go through
the Scribes very quickly and very often."

She grimaced and shuddered at the thought. They both went into the passageway
that lead into Lotor's chambers.

To Be Continued!

"Babysitting the Boss" Five


Five

Tamysan grimaced at the feel of Zarkon's hand on her waist. He might have been
young and strong, he might even look better, but he still held that aura of
cruelty and evilness. She could sense his heartless and selfishness - all the
Scribes could - just as they could sense Lotor's soft heart under his
warrior's exterior. It was what separated the Scribes from the main harem
population.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tamy saw Michelle disappear and then dart into a
dark hall. She didn't say anything but hoped that perhaps Michelle would go
for some kind of help. At any rate, Lotor would be safe from his father. Any
father who would go to such lengths to gain what his son had would do
anything.
To her dismay, Zarkon turned around.

"Where did that wench go with my son!" he growled.

Tamysan said, "Perhaps he needed a diaper change.."

Zarkon's eyes narrowed. "She better be tending to my son! If this is a trick -
"

Tamy bit her lip and then said, "My liege, Lotor is baby! A baby often uh-
does some pretty nasty things - things that don't smell so good - or have you
forgotten that?"

"Huh!" Zarkon grunted. "I had nursemaids who tended to that but you do have a
point, wench." Then Zarkon grinned at her. "Since we are now alone, perhaps
the others can wait for a bit. I find my desires are more keen since my - ah
rejuvenation.."

Tamy shuddered. "Ah - sire..maybe you're uh - tired of me..umm I mean
lately.."

"I haven't HAD you yet, wench, and I will have you and the other Scribes over
and over again.." he pulled her into his embrace.
Tamy felt like she was gonna hurl. His breath was STILL bad! Hadn't the man
heard of breath mints? He leaned over to kiss her.
Tamysan tensed and Zarkon said, "You will all learn to enjoy what I have to
give.."
At that moment, Cossack came down the hall, looking just as bewildered as she
felt. He cleared his throat. "Uh, Your Majesty, the Scribes are all gathered
in the main room of the Harem."
Cossack was on his best behavior. After the incident of his cross-dressing, he
was on Zarkon's hit list. Tamysan knew he didn't know what happened to Lotor
yet, what would happen to him? Despite his crazy stunts and his constant
horniness, Cossack was a good man.
Zarkon was plainly annoyed at being disturbed, but he turned and said to
Cossack. "Good! Go back there and keep an eye on them. I heard you're good at
that."
Cossack hesitated, not wanting to leave her with this new young Zarkon, but
Zarkon yelled, "LEAVE or I WILL throw you to the roebeasts piece by piece -
while you're still alive!"

Cossack left. This Zarkon was much more aggressive and meaner than he had ever
been old. What had happened?
Zarkon reluctantly moved away a little from Tamy but not before sliding his
hand downward to the curve of her rear. She shuddered again and he smiled,
knowing his touch sickened her.
"We best go after all, my dear. The sooner I lay down the rules of the Harem,
the sooner we shall all become aquainted." he took her arm and they walked
down the hall to the main harem chambers. Zarkon chuckled, thinking about all
the delightful fun he would soon have.

He said aloud, "I believe the way I feel now, I can take you all tonight and
still come back for more!"

Zarkon was relishing his youth, his vitality. He would have years in which to
conquer more planets for his empire. Years to enjoy the pleasures that being a
powerful monarch would give him. Perhaps he would even sire some more
children. Brats were a pain, but they would be useful in gaining more planets
for the Empire. He could marry them off very easily. Perhaps even some of
these Scribes would do. They were intelligent enough. He grinned. After years
of defeats by Voltron and years of putting up with Lotor's bumbling, at last
he would make everything the way HE wanted it!

They entered the main hall of the harem. Tamysan wished she could drop into
the floor. Zarkon smiled cruelly in triumph at all the ladies of HIS harem!

To Be Continued!

"Babysitting the Boss" Six

Six

"Aha!" Samara exclaimed as she held up the fallen glass. "Just as I
thought."

She and Michelle were in Lotor's room now, and Michelle was holding
Lotor while Samara examined the glass. Michelle hefted Lotor a little in
her arms. She wasn't used to holding babies and was it her imagination
or was Lotor getting heavier?

"What?" Michelle exclaimed.

"Put Lotor on the bed and I will explain." Samara said with a smile.

Michelle did and she sat on the bed next to Lotor, who was sucking his
thumb. Michelle smiled and wondered if any children of Lotor's would be
as adorable.

Samara smiled and said, "Evidently Zarkon gave Lotor half of the potion
and he drank the other half.."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Michelle said frantically.
"Right now, Zarkon could be - could be - ugh!" she made a face.

"If I know him, he'll be gloating - but not for long. You see, in order
for Elysian youth serum to work permanently, you must take the whole
dose - every last drop."

Michelle's eyes glimmered with realization. "So you're saying that since
Zarkon and Lotor didn't take a full dose then they'll revert back to the
way they were!"

"Exactly!" Samara smiled. "See? Look at Lotor. See how he's growing?"

Michelle looked at him wide-eyed. Lotor was no longer a baby but a
toddler! He looked about and scrambled off the bed and yelled with a
two-year old's exuberance. Samara quickly grabbed him and Lotor yelled
in Drule, "Down! I want down!"
Samara laughed and looked at Michelle. "Even as a two-year old, Lotor
had a sense of command, I think."

Michelle laughed and then she frowned. "If he's growing Samara, we need
to keep him in here till he - er - grows up."

"That won't be very long at all" Samara had her hands full trying to
contain the rapidly growing toddler. "You go to the main hall of the
harem and watch Zarkon.."

"Do I have to?" Michelle said, making a face.

"He's not terrible looking now.." Samara said. "But I know he is
repulsive because of his evil. Yes, I need you to watch him and you need
to let whoever is closest to him to stall him a little until Lotor is
grown. It'll be dangerous to be sure, but Zarkon must not suspect that
he and Lotor are returning to their old selves until it is too late.
More than likely, Zarkon and Lotor will age at the same pace, although
on Zarkon it won't be noticeable at first. Once he starts aging, he'll
wind up feeling his age worse when he returns to his old self. Once that
happens, he can be hustled out of the harem under a tranquilizer and
Lotor will back in control."

Michelle shivered. "I hope you're right Samara!"

Lotor wriggled out of Samara's arms, now a four year old boy. He stood
before them, naked except for the silk shirt covering his lower regions.
He looked at them imperiously and with a slight pout.

"I'm hungry! I want some candy!" he said commandingly.

Both Samara and Michelle stifled a laugh. Samara said, "My Prince, I
just happen to have some candy in my room. Come with me quietly and
we'll get some."

Lotor broke into a smile and took her hand trustingly. "You're a nice
lady.." his face clouded. "Are you my mama?"

Samara looked so sad! "No, My Prince. I am not. Your mother dwells in
another place far away but she looks after you and she loves you very
much."

Lotor looked sad and said, "I wish she were here instead of my father.
He - he scares me.."

Michelle looked astounded Poor Lotor! What a terrible childhood he had!


Samara gave the child Lotor a hug and said, "I know, but very soon
before you know it you won't be scared anymore."

Lotor then said pridefully. "Yes! Someday I'm gonna grow up and be big
and strong and then my father won't be mean anymore and maybe he'll love
me an' everyone will be happy."

Samara nodded at Michelle to go and she smiled at Lotor. "Yes, someday
that will happen..now what about that candy? If we don't go get some
soon, why old Hagar might get it!"

Lotor giggled at the thought of ugly Hagar eating candy! He followed
Samara into another passageway and they made their way to her room.
Michelle went into the hall and made her way to the main hall of the
harem, careful to go into the back door, knowing that the hall would be
crowded with the rest of the Scribes. She hoped that Lotor would grow up
in a hurry!

To be continued!

"Babysitting the Boss" - Seven

Seven

Lotors harem was in a confused uproar. All were gathered in the main
hall of the harem, half-expecting Lotor to come and announce that Allura
would be his bride at last or perhaps bestow something upon them. But
this! Sarah had tried to get some information from Cossack, but he knew
as much as she did. It was plain that this disturbed him as well.

When Zarkon, hauling Tamy by the arm came in, young and relatively (for
him) handsome, a collective gasp came from them all. He was young!
Zarkon was young! He actually had - HAIR! If he was young then what happened
to Lotor? The
Scribes started to talk amongst themselves, but Zarkon's bellow stopped
them.

He faced them, a gloat upon his face and announced that they were now
under his benevolent protection. The Scribes reacted to this with their
usual derision. But when Zarkon said why he was taking over the harem,
the Scribes were shocked.

Jenn cried out, "What do you mean, Lotor's too young to have a harem, you old
fossil?"

Zarkon raised an eyebrow at her. "You, wench will pay for that remark. You're
known as the mistress of Doom, eh? Well, to retain THAT title, you must EARN
it, wench!"

He smiled suggestively at Jenn, who blanched and mumbled something about
marrying Jon if it was the last thing she did. Zarkon laughed and said, "As
for my son being too young, why he is! He is but an infant!"

"Infant! Ya mean a baby?" Dom asked. "You're the biggest liar I've ever seen,
Zarkon!"

Zarkon, still grasping Tamy painfully by the arm, walked over to Dom, took his
other hand and grasped her by the chin. He put his face very close to hers,
which didn't help her much because his breath was less than minty fresh! She
winced.

"My dear ah - what are you called? Dom..yes..Dom. I am in a good mood today so
I won't punish you as I ought to, but soon you will have better things to do
with your mouth than to insult your lord and master!"

To the shock of the harem, Zarkon kissed the terrified Dom on the lips and she
fainted in pure shock and revulsion. Christa caught her before she could hit
her head on the floor.

Suddenly they heard a crack of a whip on the floor. It had to be Gina! Sure
enough it was the Paddle Mistress herself, unafraid and defiant!

"Hey, you horny flounder-face! Care to take on the paddle Queen? Leave them
alone!" Gina cracked her whip again.

Zarkon only smiled and gestured. Suddenly two of his robot guards came and
surrounded Gina. She slashed her whip at them, but they were unaffected by the
blows which surely would have shredded flesh. Gina was soon pinned down,
humilated and angry. Zarkon walked over the short distance to Gina. Tamysan
wished he'd let go of her arm and stop dragging her around. She knew he was
only doing it because he knew she hated him to touch her.

He stood over Gina and eyed every part of her body. For the first time in her
life, Gina felt horribly dirty and unclean as Zarkon looked at her.

He shook his head mockingly, "My dear Gina, such spirit! I like that. However,
you will be deprived of your paddles, chains and whips. A woman should not be
in control of such things…however, don't fret. Your things won't be wasted.
Why I will be using them on each one of you!"

Gina and whole harem blanched. Moonie, who was completely freaked out suddenly
said, "You can't DO this! There are more of us than of you!"

He turned and Moonie's eyes grew big. What HAD she done? She had almost landed
in his harem and now she had to open her big mouth!
Zarkon pointed at her and said, "I can do whatever I want, dear! Lotor is but
an infant, defenseless. Keep that in mind!"
He surveyed Moon's body and frowned slightly. You're known as the goddess of
pervertology aren't you? You're the one who sells the harem clothing and ah -
"toys"? Well, my dear your skills will be put to VERY good use very soon. I am
sure you are very artful in pleasing a man. You will prove it to me.."

Moonie gulped. Oh she was gonna be sick! She whimpered a little and fell back
to where Sarah was. Sarah was just about ready to turn into a dragon and tear
Zarkon into itty bitty pieces, but he had Tamy by the arm and he was too close
to the others. Lotor was also a problem. Dammit! She hated quandaries like
this!

Christa, holding the mercifully unconscious Dom said to Zarkon, "Is it true?
Is Lotor really a baby?"

Zarkon peered down at Christa's chest and smiled. Christa's eyes flared in
indignation. Zarkon then looked at Tamy, released her arm at last and swatted
her on her rear, making her jump.

"Tell her, my dear!" Zarkon grinned.

Tamy looked at Christa and tried to ignore Zarkon's lingering hand. "It's
true, Christa. Michelle and I discovered him in his room, on his clothes.
Whatever he drank it made him into a baby.." she hung her head a little.

Just then Michelle slipped through the back unnoticed and came towards the
front where Zarkon was. He was now laying down the rules of his harem - no men
slaves or outsiders. The harem was for his pleasure alone. When he summoned
any harem member or members, they could not refuse and they had to accommodate
his desires anytime and anywhere. The harem looked at each other sickened.
He preferred shades of red, so all Scribes would wear those shades from now
on. He even told them that he would perhaps sire some more children in the
near future and that he would provide Sarah with a list of the Scribes he
wanted to carry his children. Sarah would then cut them off the anti-pregnancy
shots.

They listened to him drone on and on. Michelle tried to get Tamy's attention,
but she looked so miserable there with him that she didn't notice.
Tamy looked down at the floor, wishing this was all a bad dream when suddenly
she saw a small strand of white hair drift down to the floor. She looked up at
Zarkon and noticed that some of his hair was coming out. Not a lot really, but
it was on his shoulders a little. She peered at his face closely when he was
busy talking. She had an artist's eye and she had noted how his face had
changed in his youthfulness, but now..she noticed a small wrinkle under his
eye. Not really noticeable, but it was there where it hadn't been before. Was
he aging? If that was so was Lotor aging? Then she saw Michelle very close
behind wildly gesturing at Zarkon and pantomiming. All those hours Tamy spent
on earth playing "Win, Lose or Draw" didn't fail her now. She guessed from
Michelle that Lotor was indeed growing and that meant Zarkon was aging!
Suddenly Zarkon sensed something and turned towards where Michelle was. Oh no!
It wouldn't do for him to see! Tamy suddenly put her arms around his neck and
kissed him hard. Yech! She hid her disgust but he was distracted enough. The
rest of the harem stood there horrified thinking Tamy at last, had lost it
completely. Dom had awakened just in time to see that and she mumbled
something and then fainted again.
Michelle took the opportunity to duck into the crowd again and get close to
Sarah, who after a few moments, smiled and nodded. They disappeared out the
doors via the help of Cossack.
Tamy pulled away and looked at his face again. Yes, she wasn't wrong. He did
have wrinkles under his eyes. Soon they would be the familiar bags that they
were used to seeing. But for now, he was still relatively young and from her
vantage point Tamy could tell he was very ready to prove it.

"Hmm..very nice my dear. Perhaps you do have a fondness for me..good.."
He scanned the crowd as he held her securely by the waist again.

"Where is the Drule dancing girl? The little one in the red silk? I believe I
will take you and she first."

Uck..Tamy thought. Then she noticed Michelle, Sarah and the doc gone. Samara
was nowhere to be seen either. They must have a plan. She hoped they had a
plan!
Zarkon gestured to one of the guards and said, "Search the entire castle, I
want that little sweet found. " he looked at Tamy and said, "Perhaps until the
little one is found, I can content myself with you and another Scribe.."

He looked though the ranks of the Scribes, his eyes taking in every curve,
every feature. The Scribes were stunned, repulsed, and sickened. Zarkon's gaze
made them feel dirty and used. His gaze finally settled upon the hapless
Moonie!

"You! My sex goddess.. come here, my dear." He smiled.

Moonie gasped. Her worst nightmare come true! She trembled in fear and stayed
rooted to the spot.

"Come my dear, I won't bite you - not yet anyway.. " he chuckled evily and
then he suddenly yawned a little and frowned. He was only beginning with his
women. In a moment he'd be in paradise!

The Scribes, meanwhile were in hell!

To be continued!


"Babysitting the Boss" Eight