The bell broke into my considerations. Someone was at the door.
I got up and quickly dressed in one of my boy-friend's bathrobes.
Elapriss woke up as well and looked at me in confusion.
"Don't worry, sweetheart!" I told her. "Mummy will take care of everything!"
I ran down the stairs and got to the entrance hall. Through the window
I could see two man standing at the door. They looked like police detectives.
"Good morning, officers!" I greeted them. "What can I do for you?"
They both seemed quite husky and well-built, though they didn't reach
up to my height. The younger one, a blonde hunk, was the first to answer.
"Good morning, Miss...?"
Damn! Suddenly I realised, that I still was in my "evil" form, which I had
decided, not to connect with this neighbourhood... And now I stood just
in front of the authorities.
"Gorgon" I answered, because I couldn't think of another name.
"Eve Gorgon."
"Miss Eve Gorgon" the young police man repeated. "Or is it Mrs. Gorgon?"
I registered how his gaze went down from my face to those two substantial
bulges, which could not be hidden by my bathrobe.
"It's Miss Gorgon" I replied with a warm smile. And I could see, that he
liked that answer.
"Miss Gorgon, I am Detective Baxter and this is Detective Blue. We are
investigating a case of housebreaking in your neighbourhood... Can we
come in and ask you a few questions?"
"Sure!" I answered and led them into the living room. The young man was
gaping at my curves again. I chuckled to myself, but then I realized, that
the older man, Mr. Blue, seemed less attracted - and less distracted - by
my womanly charms. Perhaps I would have to pay more attention to him.
"May I offer you a drink?" I asked, when they had sat down on the sofa.
"We never drink on duty" the older detective replied in a cold tone. Then
he locked on to me with piercing, grey eyes. "By the way, who are you,
Miss Gorgon? You are neither the landlady nor the housekeeper, right?"
Uh, I had feared this question... and there he had me. I leaned forward
with a sweet smile, thereby taking care, that my bathrobe offered a deep
insight and answered: "That's absolutely right, Mr. Blue. I am a friend of
the family, taking care of this beautiful house, while the owners are on
vacation."
Mr. Blue's eyes still hadn't brighten up. I couldn't believe it: Here I sat,
the Double-E-embodiment of every male's lustful dreaming, and this
old cop just didn't react at all. Was he an asexual? Was he queer?
Or was he even another one of those 'gifted' ones?
"If - as you claim - Mr. Frank Miller (that was my boyfriend's name)
and Miss Eva Gutenberg (I finally remembered my own name now)
are on vacation, why are both of their cars parking in front of the
house? And why, Miss Gorgon, is it, that Mr. Miller is missed for two
days at his working place and that nobody there knows anything
about a vacation?"
God, this was getting out of hand. This detective had really made
his homework. I just wanted to answer, when the door to the living
room was opend and my daughter Elapriss appeared, completely
naked...
I got the feeling, that this wouldn't help to explain this situation.