This is a nice house. It sits in a nice neighborhood just outside a space force base.

The day wears on. The sun starts to set. All over the neighborhood, Cadillacs come home, from their owners' jobs. Most of their owners wear space force uniforms.

Up to this house, a white Caddy pulls into the drive. The garage door opens, as it does. It pulls right in, next to three other cars. Some of them have afterburners...

The Caddy's driver door opens. A bare leg, clad in a pump and a skirt, steps out.

Inside she tosses a ring full of keys into a dish. Behind her, the door locks. Outside, the garage door closes.

Meet Gen. Obukhov. She's a sight for sore eyes...sexually and platonically. At work, her subordinates make few jokes about her. But then, most of them also seem to think that Jehovah exists. Lame is a society...

Upstairs, she undresses. She opens a window, and airs herself out.

From outside, few can see her undress. One of her younger neighbors has...and has plotted to retaliate.

Many stories below, there's a trap door. Tony, a local boy, works to break through it. He's got no idea where it leads to. Even so, it'll take him nearer to the gorgeous General, for sure...

After many months of labor, he gets it open. He pushes it open, and looks beyond...

It's a horde of mandrills. There seem to be bones lying around them.

Quickly, Tony pulls the trap door closed, and re-seals the lock. With luck, those dangerous monkeys won't start to suspect that there's a breach in their captivity...

That way's no longer an option. Tony sighs, looks around, and tries to think of another.

The sun sets. A soft wind blows across the neighborhood, jostling the rose bushes...

Somehow, Tony climbs to the top of Gen. Obukhov's house. From up here, it's a long way down.

She's a space force general. She's been to heights that boys like Tony can only dream of... Without luck, she's probably been to lands that boys like Tony can't dream of...

There's a little window, under a gable. Up here, on its own, it seems fragile. It seems more like an abandoned vent, than it does a window...

It takes Tony a while, but he breaks through. He crawls in, and lowers himself into a space that feels like the General's attic.

There are lots of balloons, parachutes, and old rockets up here. The place smells like fuel.

On the wall, there's an old framed photograph of the Wright Brothers' masterpiece. As progressive as the General is, she seems to have just as much a reverence for how much humanity's had to struggle to become compatible with a rogue asteroid in space...let alone a bird, bat, or bug in the sky...

There's also a framed photo of Ivan Sikorsky's masterpiece. He might not have invented the helicopter, but his legendary company sure gave Slavia a heap of dragonfly wings...

Tony finds the way down. Stealthily, he lowers the door. He doesn't lower the ladder. Instead, he climbs down, best he can, as noiselessly as he can.

Near him, a water heater runs, in a closet. He dismisses it as the General's shower water.

He's at the top of some stairs. Below, he can hear the General. She's talking to someone. He creeps to the rail, looks down, and listens...

Below, he can see a shadow. He thinks it's the General. But then, it could be one of the mandrills. Tony shudders at the thought...

Tony understands what association the General would have with mandrills. But why she'd quarter them in her home doesn't quite make sense to him...

Behind him, in the closet, the hot water shuts itself off. Tony notices this...but doesn't regard it.

Behind him, a door opens. He doesn't notice. A dark-skinned girl, in a black bob, wanders through. She's wet, and in a towel.

She sees him, and gapes. But then she smiles, and flaps her wet bob. She pulls her door to, leaving it ajar. She asks him something, in Moldovan Romanian.

Tony jumps, as she speaks to him. He gapes, looking her up and down. Neither one of them is dressed properly for a first encounter. But then, both of them seem to love that...a lot.

"Hi," he says to her. "I was supposed to meet some people, but..." He looks around, and forces a chuckle. "It seems I've broken into the wrong house."

She's approaching him. She smiles, as she does so. She loosens the towel, from around her chest. Tony tries to keep giving her space...but it's not working out.

"Of course," Tony adds, "I'd hate to leave right away. Perhaps you'd..."

She starts talking to him, in Moldovan Romanian. He doesn't get what she says. But he can tell she wants him around. So, when she opens the door to her bedroom, and leads him in...

Tony looks downstairs. He can still see that shadow... Ah, how he'd love to investigate it... But he loves this Moldovan girl more, so he sacrifices a few hours of stalking to make happy a very beautiful, very sexual squatter in the General's place.

Her name is Mihaela. Tony's got no idea how she teaches him that...

She takes off her towel. She's nude, of course. She smiles, as she helps Tony out of his A-shirt. She smiles, and traces his front side with her finger. She seems to think he keeps himself up well.

"Eating's been hard," he tells her. "I think about the General a lot, and..."

She embraces him, caresses his face, and puts her lips on his. Her race might be out-of-touch from their Roman ancestors...but hell, if she can't seduce a man like an Italian or Spaniard...

"Aren't you worried," he asks her, as soon as he can talk again, "that the General's going to catch us up here?"

She helps him out of his jogging shorts. She gawks, when she sees he's hard for her.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I don't mean to..."

She pushes him onto the bed, and mounts him. She leaves his cock to throb, and smears his nice flat belly with her black hole.

She speaks in Moldovan, as she relieves him. Tony gapes, from below, as her darkened boobs bounce. She makes love to him like she's waited her whole life for him. Funny; she doesn't seem that old to him. Not in contrast to the General, at least...