10

There were a few days left before departure to the station and I might have thought that I broke up with Yarison, but every night he visited my dreams, where we hugged each other with long kisses. He spoke kind words and I dissolved in his adoration. I have never had such an experience before. Everything was pretty much realistic, as if in 3D body but in half consciousness. After that I woke up every time with wet pants. It seemed like this type of out-of-body sex was quite satisfying to him. He looked happy in my dreams.

After arriving to the orbital space station, these sinful dreams stopped. At my wonder I discovered those two rings with sapphire and diamond in my stuff… How he managed to do that? So mysterious! What did he want to say by this trick? Yarison was so confident we'll meet again, so why he gave also his jewellery? I took the blue gem ring and it perfectly fit to my middle finger. I have to keep them both?

I had no idea how our stay at the orbital station would turn out. At first, it took us a long time to get used to the new way of life - living in cramped quarters with a team of ten people was not an easy challenge. A bunch of equipment, two women and eight men, each with an individual capsule for sleeping, one shower and two toilets, a huge refrigerator with freeze-dried food and water with a strict electronic dispenser.

Artificial gravity and everything was calculated to the smallest detail, the food diet did not please us much with its meagerness and rationality, no sweets, only what was needed to support the biological body. But we agreed to this - one year in prison among the stars. What upset us most was that there was not a single porthole in the premises. For what purpose was this done? It's a shame!

"Not a single window!" Jamien was indignant. "This is not how I imagined it! I would like to admire my native planet and space every day."

I was also puzzled that when approaching, the station seemed large, but we only occupied some part.

"We're just not alone here," Jamien shared his guesses. "Rich tourists live in the neighboring compartments. Here we learn to monitor the stuff, and they have fun. They ride on shuttles, glide through orbit, eat delicious food, who knows what they are doing..."

Rianka's constant presence in the cramped conditions reminded me of our conversation before departure, and I anxiously waited for her to call me into her capsule to sleep, but this did not happen. The boss did not pay attention to me in this sense and pretended that she did not need any sexual services.

Most likely, it was a joke, I thought, turning my thoughts to Yarison. For some reason, I was tormented by my conscience that I never gave my body to the man who was in love with me. His image often loomed before my eyes and before falling asleep it seemed to me that I heard his voice in fragments.

The words were not intelligible, but the pleasant timbre of his voice rang in my mind. Some kind words... Is this telepathy? Am I capable of learning this?

I tried to train it, realizing that I needed to relax a lot and asked him a question, slightly concentrating in a barely conscious borderline state of sleep:

"Can we talk like this?"

"Yes..." was the answer, it seemed to me. "I miss you... I love you..."

"And I miss you," my mind gradually drifted into sleep.

We again made love outside the body, dissolving emotionally into each other. I shouldn't have rejected him 3D reality, it's truly a complete delight. Love, even across distance, attracts our minds and souls. I will return to him in a year in his arms. I want to live with him. I already told him mentally, but unfortunately I didn't hear anything in response. I haven't learned telepathy properly yet.

Days and months went on as usual amidst studying, routine work and data processing; we often played board games as a team while relaxing or watched our favorite movies.

My dreams became more cloudy and unclear and I began to look forward to returning down, but something happened that most did not expect.