Out of the shuttle, the atmosphere was brighter that it first seemed from behind the innerscreens, and for it was a new world they discovered, the two fellows stopped at the front door of their spaceship, taking a few seconds, breathing and tasting the fragrance of the unknown destination.
    'So here it is' said the first  Lyoling, his slant eyes wide-open on the wonderful town with its blue krystal palaces and copper avenues.
    'Here it is, 81B'  answered his twin with a malicious smile.
    They had travelled the milky-way within their cigar-like vessel before landing on the main square of the town at the hour the sun was rising and the inhabitants were still asleep. Of course, they used their magnetic field, making the hull invisible, and nobody, excepted a drunk beggar who then thought the waving air was due to his blood intoxication, nobody may have suspected the presence of the steel cigar, in the center town.
    The reason why, the two galactic messengers had crossed half the universe to come on the planet of Pleasure, was the lack of information from the Galactic Representative in reports he sent every month to the Assembly. Many rumors were living their own life in the halls of the Assembly, and finally, the decision was made to send Messengers and clear up the situation.
    Due to its extraordinary far position from the Central Gov, the Planet of Pleasure was the favorite destination of most the  richest living forms of the universe. The antique mythology also attached the main city to a prehistoric location and primary forms of life springs, what might be understood some sort of liquid or gas spontaneously generated by the environment and source of youth and immortality as well. Third aspect of the motivation for the tourists was the incredible variety of women kind and their special ability to make and share love. For all these reasons, the twin Lyolings, elite from the desert troops of the Sigma Octantis system, were sent with instructions to put an end to the rumors.
    O' Lindweed, the Galactic Representative, the Little Mistress naked on his side, was dreaming in the white silk sheets  of  the  small room,  he was  lent  by his  new best  friends of the 81B Planet. Before this mission, O' Lindweed had never left the Central Gov where he occupied a secondary position, as a Special Host, position involving a personal addiction to all kinds of alcohol, drugs, and sex relations so as to provide the best answers to all the wishes of the isolated Senators of the whole Galaxy, sent for session in Central Gov.  Now, the time has come for him, to move to all those worlds, he heard so many about, and get back all he'd given to the many friends he helped in the previous years.  That's how, from a tedious job, he made a wonderful opportunity to get wealth and love of many a young mistress.
    O' Lindweed was escorted by a team of younger fellows, including Lyophan, his first assistant, who was an incredibly intelligent woman, her hazel slant eyes hidding sharp sabers. Some forty years old, she was a little younger than her given lover O' Lindweed.  Always on his heels, and now for three months, called the Old Mistress, for his lover had met a younger one, she was a native  of the 81B planet, that a friend of O'Lindweed, had gently offered him as a gift.
    Everything started like that,  jealousy of a woman, reporting to the Central Gov in different terms, the reality he was facing. And this morning, O' Lindweed suddenly woke up, in the bright light of the orange rising sun. The Little Mistress, her small breast and buttom, adorable kaolin doll was just like a white tulip in the early morning.  O' Lindweed, was not an idiot and knew for long that the Old Mistress would be looking in a manner or another to get rid of him. Friends of  81B lent him a small flat in center town, nearby every facilities, in one of the highest towers next to the main square. Having a mug of alcohol, he took a look outside, to the buildings, the trees, the avenues, the square. Quiet, peaceful was the word. The word, he's been looking for, during the years of service in Central Gov.  And now it was there, downstairs.  O' Lindweed, was not long to take the lift and walk the hall to the empty square.
    Now he was forty-seven, he felt a little bit sad, having left his daughter in Central Gov as a guarantee, and having sex with the Little Mistress not more older than his own blood. A cigarette filled his veins with the toxins he was addicted to, and he knew he wouldn't be able to leave 81B anymore, for no other place in the Galaxy could provide him the addictive product, because the local population of 81B was keeping  well its origin's secret .
    As he was walking, he heard the voice of a beggar trying and telling him some words he didn't  understand. 'Cigar' 'fog'
    'Sorry' he answered, 'I only have these, if you'd like... Keep the pack.' And then, he walked away, the beggar still  murmuring some  delirious  words:  'flies'  ,  ' fog',  ' bad spirits'  and some slang O' Lindweed  never  heard before,  some words he supposed to be some  countryside  dialect.
    He made a few steps, and then heard the voice, clear and loud, calling him.
    'Director O'Lindweed?'
    He didn't need to look at the speaker, and took his time, having one more breath of the cigarette.
    'Director O'Lindweed!"
    He turned and faced the twins in their black dusty desert suits.
    O'Lindweed knew for long what missions were given the elite troops of Sigma Octantis and he kept smoking, his nostrils letting out clouds of smoke, like a native dragon.
    The twin Lyolings showed him the center of the square where they've landed. No words were pronounced and the three of them, silently crossed the square, while in the flat he had occupied for so many lovable nights, the Old Mistress was observing, both happy and enraged for the man she loved, now would be taken away, and never could love another woman. She stood there, tears coming out of her eyes with a cough.
    The sun was yellowing and the pavement of the copper stone square reflecting the thousand newborn rays, let appear a model of the Central Gov Temple a second after the Cigar vessel was made visible in a blink, before he reached the frontiers of the 81B system. A second later, in a blaze of light, they've all disappeared,  joining once more the  stars in their infinite trip.