Free Memoirs of a Timelord by Ralph Rotten

allows us to take an emotion like happiness and broadcast it to others as a way to motivate people to our needs.  You can also emit other feelings too, like fear or terror.  It's a helluva tool/weapon.  A trained 'lord can send you running for fear of your life without even uttering a word, just blast you with auric energy of the right flavor and you crap your pants right there.  Well Aldoo, being the bright-boy, had studied ahead in the syllabus.  So for the last year or so he had been bombarding me with emanations of a romantic nature.  I had no idea he had been doing it, all along I'd simply assumed it was just my Latin libido making me climb the walls every time I saw those broad shoulders.
           But whenever he did that, I naturally broadcast back my own feelings of lust without even knowing I was doing it.    So between us we had been blasting each other with gigawatts of pure lust and desire in this feedback loop.  It had been driving us crazy for months.  My heart was telling me to jump his bones, but my eyes were telling me that he looked down on Veena and me for being primitives.  Truth was, Aldoo was just lousy with people.  Under all that pretty scenery, the guy was really just a geek with all of the classic social awkwardness you find in the highly intelligent.  Add to that the fact that I had been transmitting my emanations with such amplitude that I was probably rattling his teeth every time I got close.  The little black dress was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
           And that's where it all unraveled.  There on the dance floor, in the middle of Strauss' Blue Danube Waltz, we finally gave in to our primitive sides.  And lemme tell you, all those months of anticipation made the event more like atomic fission than mere sex.  You'd have thought someone set off a nuke in my apartment.  
           The months that followed were a lotta fun.  Aldoo did finally learn to appreciate music and I got to appreciate Aldoo.  Even if we weren't a perfect match, we were gonna enjoy it while we could.  A quick comparison of our auras showed that we were poorly matched, not even the same color...and his frequency was completely asymmetrical to mine.  But we didn't care.  We were two people who had been lonely long enough that we were willing to pretend, at least for the time being.  It didn't hurt that he looked so damned good in a tux.  Hell, Aldoo woulda looked good in a gunny sack.  In fact I didn't care if he wore clothes at all, honestly.  It just felt nice to have someone to cling to for a while.  It got lonely in that big 'ol house.  I'd been doing this apprentice gig for a decade now.  A girl's got a right to kick up her heels every ten years or so, eh?
           
           
           I'd finally outgrown the Skiff when I decided it was time to build my own hot rod.  After all, I had the technical training, and the equivalent of the Library of Congress loaded into my brain, so why not?  At the time I thought it was an original idea, to take the best technology from each of the prime races and build one hell of a fast ship.  But when the Boss stopped by to admire my work I found out just how un-original my idea was.
           "When I built my first Shiirrek, she was not entirely different from your ship." DorLek ran his fingers lovingly over her surface. "Eventually, most students build one.  It is a psychological indicator that they are ready to advance in their studies."
           "I just wanna drive fast with the top down." I pretended that he had not just been 100% correct in assessing how I was beginning to feel about living at the house.  Sure, it was a magnificent place, like living in a palace, but I was ready for more.  I wanted to get out and start looking for home.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I couldn't possibly make it home from another galaxy in my hotrod (or any conventional ship for that matter), but at least until then I could have some