Chapter 20

"Sure, John, we can meet tomorrow evening," said Jean into the phone. "I'll check with Ellen, Bob, Amy, Dave, Sarah and Michael. If there's a problem, I'll let you know. That's fine, John. Talk to you later. Bye."

Amy was sitting on the other side of Jean's desk. "Meeting tomorrow night?" she asked. Jean nodded. "I'll put the word out."

"Thanks, Amy. And thank you very much for making a schedule for the teams to shoot. You did a wonderful job." Amy blushed and nodded acknowledgement. "Let's go get week three of the Program under way."

They arrived in the gymnasium to the usual organized chaos. Students were making their way into the bleachers and the air was full of the buzz of a multitude of conversations. Handmade shirts were beginning to appear on some of the teams. Some were one color on one side and another on the other. Others were one color on top and the other color on the bottom. There were other variations. The students sporting the new shirts were proud of their achievements.

At 7:55, Jean spoke up. "Listen up, people. We have much to cover in a very few minutes. We've had more attrition. We have reorganized the following teams." She checked her listing and read off the team colors of the affected teams and the number in each of the remaining teams. "First, make sure you are together with the rest of your team and that all team members are accounted for. Anybody in the wrong place, move quickly." A number of students rose to relocate themselves. Some needed assistance and came down to meet with Amy.

When the students had settled down again, Jean continued. "Shooting starts today. The two teams who go to the skeet range first thing this morning meet Ed over there. The team going to the shooting range should meet Bill over there. You have one hour to get to the range, do your shooting and get back here. The three teams who go to shoot one hour from now should meet Ed or Bill in the hall outside the gym. Any team that holds up the schedule answers to me. Six more teams go shoot before lunch. The rest go this afternoon. Be prompt. This shooting is in addition to your current workload. You'll have to work harder to do the same amount in less time.

"Quiet down, please. The next thing is family planning. No, I'm not handing out condoms. See Ellen if you need to." The students laughed. "You may or may not have heard that John Davis expanded his bakery over the weekend and made a place for people to find matchups for their family groups. If you want to foist your folks off on some unsuspecting fool," more laughter, "go see Reverend Andy Evans, who is moderating the facility at the bakery. If you need a motherly concubine, go see Andy. Buy, sell or trade, that's John's motto. Get your family together, and record it in the database.

"That's it for now. Work hard. Be safe. I'll see you this evening. Dismissed."

Ellen, Bob and Mickey arrived at the CAP testing center at about 7:45. Mickey was introduced to Brian Quincy, and he, Ellen and Bob updated each other on recent events.

Ellen escorted Mickey into her new 'office'. With guidance from Brian, Mickey was undressed and placed in the med tube. The hatch was closed and the machine began its work.

Meanwhile, Bob busied himself in preparation for the day's first CAP test exit interviews, which wouldn't begin for at least an hour. When Bob learned from Brian that Mickey would be in the med tube for at least two hours, he decided to check in with Jean.

He found Jean just finishing her instructions to the students in the gym. They decided to drop in on John at the bakery and take in the new 'slave market' facility. On the walk over there, they shared a bit about their new, radically-changed home lives. Avoiding too much detail, they shared some of the trials and tribulations they had had.

John greeted them warmly and, as usual, foisted coffee and pastry on them. They sat together in the new room and listened to John's glowing report on the initial success of his and Ezra's idea. By this time, a number of small chair-side tables had been donated. John's explanation that the space would soon be further expanded led them to express appreciation, concern and hope for Ezra and Grace.

Coffee, pastry and updates finished, it was time to get back to work. Jean promised she'd have Michael Martin stop by and help improve the ease of use of the database. Jean and Bob said they'd see John at their meeting the following evening.

The morning proceeded smoothly. Bob conducted the first series of CAP test exit interviews without incident. Ellen saw a few patients. Finally, the AI announced that Mickey was about to be released from the med tube. Ellen invited Bob in and called for privacy from the AI.

The hatch opened and Mickey was assisted out and up. There being no full-length mirror in the room, Mickey was at first unable to gauge the changes to her body. In a flash of inspiration, Ellen asked the AI for assistance. A full-size hologram of Mickey appeared, as she looked before the med tube, and began rotating. As they all watched, the changes to her body were shown occurring over a ten-second interval. The welts and scars disappeared from her back and legs. Mickey's hair became lustrous and full, but no longer than before. The signs on her face of her hard life disappeared, the rings under her eyes gone, her complexion clear, smooth and healthy. Mickey had been so thin she was nearly gaunt. Now, still thin, she was a picture of health, her skin was taut, her breasts were firmed, and her hands and feet were attractive with well-groomed nails.

Sensing the enormous impact on Mickey, Bob moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, careful not to touch her breasts, and gently squeezed his support. Mickey's eyes welled up, her hands went to her mouth, her lips quivered and tears ran freely down her cheeks. She was frozen in place for a time, overwhelmed. Finally she lunged into Ellen's arms, sobbing her deep gratitude. When she recovered, she turned to Bob and hugged him deeply, whispering gratitude and eternal loyalty. She beckoned Ellen to join in a three-way hug. They embraced each other until the AI announced that another of Ellen's patients had arrived.

Mickey quickly dressed and Bob escorted her home. Mickey fairly burst through the door and immediately tore off her clothes, anxious to display her newly healed body. Bob called for Kathy, Julie, Sandy and the twins to join them. The shrieks of joy, oohs and aahs, happy tears and excited babble lasted a long time. When they had settled down a bit, Bob collected hugs all around and returned to work.

Bob and Ellen learned that evening that Mickey had been Queen for the Day, receiving an untold number of deeply satisfying orgasms from every one of the others including the twins. She was not permitted to reciprocate, and she was waited upon hand and foot. She was a new woman by dinnertime, happy and content, plainly on the road to a long recovery.

Ellen, always interested in the progress of the students, decided it was time to tour the new target- and skeet-shooting facilities. She entered the former truck repair shop to the sound of air rifles. Bill Saunders met her in the lobby and took her on a tour.

The six members of the team were divided up in each of the six stations together with an experienced hunter. Bill explained that each session began with a brief lecture describing what the students were about to experience, about the guns themselves and, deeply stressed, the need for absolute adherence to the safety rules.

The students were then issued ammunition and paper bulls eye targets. Under close supervision of each student's guide, the rifles were loaded and the targets run out. The student was taught how to stand, to hold the gun, to sight down the barrel and to gently but firmly squeeze the trigger.

By the time Ellen had arrived, the session was well underway, the sounds of the rifle discharges ringing out and the targets brought up for inspection and replacement. Bill was already so proud he could burst, but Ellen heaped still more praise on him.

The Honig farm wasn't far enough out of town that a car was warranted. Ellen found the march satisfying and gave her an opportunity for woolgathering. She heard the gunshots long before she arrived. Ed Curtis welcomed her and gave her the nickel tour. As Ed explained the procedure, Ellen saw Abner Honig hovering a respectful distance away, beaming with pride.

Ellen was amazed that so many men had sacrificed of their time and effort for the benefit of the students. Here, twelve men each had a student under their wing. Four more manned the skeet throwing equipment. Back at the shooting range, six more men each had a student. Ellen marveled at their commitment.

Ellen turned and invited Abner into the conversation. He greeted her warmly, his excitement and pride showing in the glow on his face. When she asked after his Margaret, his face fell. "She stayed in bed today, Dr. Waters. She's feelin' poorly. Maybe you can visit with her another day?"

"Wait a minute, Abner," she chuckled. "Did you just tell the town doctor, of all people, that she can't see Margaret because she's sick?" Abner nodded, abashed. "I think her ill-health is all the more reason I should see her." With a nod and a mumbled apology, he led her into the house and to their bedroom. Ellen noticed along the way that the meticulous Margaret had been abed more than one day -- the house wasn't dirty but things were out of place, which Margaret never allowed.

Ellen found Margaret asleep in her bed. Ellen hadn't brought any of her medical equipment. She sat on the side of the bed, observing her patient, listening to the rattling breath. Margaret's condition began to trouble her deeply. Neither Margaret nor Abner had visited her office in some time. They prided themselves on their hardy constitutions. Margaret was now a ghost of her former self. She didn't even wake as Ellen conducted an examination.

Ellen snapped to a decision. "Abner, go get your car. Margaret's going to my new office, right now." With an obedient nod, Abner left. "Bring three men back with you," she called after him, and heard his acknowledgment. Ellen searched for and found blankets and other bedding. She spread them on the other side of the bed, full length but just wide enough for Margaret's body. She re-folded more blankets to put atop Margaret for the short journey to her office.

Abner returned with Ed and two other men. They shifted the still-sleeping Margaret onto the makeshift gurney and carried her out to the car. They carefully placed her into the back seat. Ellen climbed into the passenger seat and directed Abner to the school. On the way, Ellen called Bob and arranged to be met.

Abner pulled up in front of the CAP testing center. Abner, Bob, Brian and a student together carried Margaret to the med tube. Brian said Margaret needn't be undressed. Margaret was placed in the med tube and the hatch was closed. Ellen started the machine. On a lark, Brian instructed the AI to regress Margaret back to age 60. That caused Abner some consternation, since he was age 75. Ellen winked an unspoken promise to him.

They all went back about their business while Abner waited in silent concern. Finally, the AI announced that Margaret was about to be released from the med tube. Ellen coaxed Abner into helping Margaret out of the med tube.

Margaret was somewhat disoriented, mainly because she suddenly felt so *good*. Turning to Ellen, she said, "I haven't felt this good in..." and she struggled for the right word.

"In about fifteen years, I'll wager," said Ellen, chuckling. Again, she asked the AI to display a before- and after- look at Margaret. The AI considerately left the nightgown on the Margaret-holograms. "I'm gonna have to get a big mirror for this room," she said with a smile.

The differences were striking. Not only was Margaret completely well, the new Margaret was taller because she stood straighter, and the age regression was apparent in her face, her hands, and her hair. The remainder of her body was covered up. She turned to Abner and swept him into a fierce hug. Kisses soon followed, chaste at first but with more and more passion. When Abner broke free of the embrace, he nearly stumbled, so drained was he from the kisses.

Ellen popped Abner into the tube and began a health checkup and his own fifteen year age regression. Meanwhile, Ellen turned to Margaret. In a pleasant but firm voice, she asked Margaret, "Did you think you could beat pneumonia by yourself? Are my fees so burdensome that you'd rather die?"

Margaret was chastened. She stammered through several lame excuses, and promised to behave in the future. She blubbered her thanks to Ellen, for her health and especially for the enormous gift of her relative youth.

Abner fairly bounced out of the med tube, fit as a fiddle, awed and deeply grateful for the life of his beloved wife and for his own restored vigor. The gratitude continued so long that Ellen finally shooed them out with a brilliant smile.

Late Monday afternoon, Katherine Adams and her mother, Chrystal, decided to treat themselves to a pastry. They strolled down to the bakery. Each chose something gooey and calorie-filled. They decided on the spot that what they were having was their dinner. Pastry and coffee in hand, they settled themselves at a table.

At the beginning of the day, Katherine had heard of the new feature at the bakery. Knowing she needed help, but struggling to overcome her natural introversion, the table outside the new facility was as far as she had been able to bring herself and her mother.

Katherine's intelligence didn't come from under a rock. Chrystal was also intelligent, but even more reclusive than her daughter. She had been dreading the pairing-off she knew Katherine had to do, but wasn't about to volunteer. Sure, she would help Katherine if asked. She had only hoped that the time would come later, much later.

Katherine engaged her mother with her eyes. "It is time to take up a subject," Katherine said sadly, "that you and I have avoided for as long as we can. I think we cannot keep our heads in the sand any longer. We are going to the stars, Mom. Shall we go together? Will you bear my children's half-siblings? Would you rather go with someone else?"

Chrystal was silent for a time. She stirred her coffee to keep from having to meet Katherine's eyes. Then she softly said, "Katherine, I know what I must do. I cannot lead myself to the slaughter." She looked up, into Katherine's eyes. Her own eyes were full of tears but they hadn't begun to run down her cheeks. "Katherine, I would love more than anything to be with you. If you will have me, Katherine, I will do anything you say."

Katherine nodded and smiled sadly at her mother. "I have spoken with others and have been influenced by their thoughts. I want our children to have a *dad* and not just a father. If I choose a young man to be our mate, we run the risk that he will prove himself not up to the task. I don't see many eligible bachelors in this town, and those that are have... issues.

"I think my -- our -- best shot is to find a female volunteer who is determined to take her boyfriend with her, and doesn't want the rest of her family to be her mom and dad for the rest of her life. I think we will find that girl, or find that girl's mom and dad, in that room. Reverend Andy Evans is moderating the room. He'll help us. Let's go? Please, let's go now, before I lose my nerve."

They collected their cups and plates and made their way into the next room. Andy greeted them warmly, if diffidently. He led them to chairs in a quiet area and joined them. Katherine explained to him her circumstances and described the kind of girl whose parents she hoped to find.

Andy got a wry smile on his face, as if he knew the inside joke. Without a word, but with his upraised finger, he motioned them to wait as he rose and crossed the room. In a few moments, he returned with Joe and Mary Tanner in tow. "I think you four ought to get to know each other better," said Andy with a brilliant smile. "Joe and Mary's daughter Haley is determined to take her boyfriend Nick. Joe and Mary don't fit in Haley's plans." Turning to Joe and Mary, he said, "Katherine is taking her mother, Chrystal. She may need two more concubines in addition to you, but I think that you two are exactly what she asked for."

Two more chairs were brought. Katherine noticed that Joe was solicitous of his wife as well as to Katherine and Chrystal. His offer of more coffee was politely declined all around. A couple arrived in the doorway and Andy excused himself to attend to them. The four sat in awkward silence for a moment.

"This is embarrassing," Katherine whispered.

Mary smiled sweetly and covered Katherine's hand with her own. "It doesn't have to be embarrassing, or at least not yet. We know you, Katherine and Chrystal, but we really don't. You may know who we are, but I suspect that you don't know much about us. Let's get that behind us and see where we are then." Katherine appreciated Mary's common sense solution, and she very much appreciated Mary's show of affection.

Joe started first, with Mary adding bits from time to time. Haley was their youngest child. An older brother and sister had grown and gone on to happy and successful lives. It was Mary who confessed their deep disappointment in their Haley, and in their inability to instill in her a sense of humility.

Chrystal shared her own story. She was younger than Joe and Mary and, although this was hometown for all of them, Chrystal hadn't attended school with Joe and Mary. Chrystal's story wasn't all that uncommon. Valedictorian of her high school class, she went on to university with a bright future before her. Always achingly shy, she was no match for the frat boy whose attention she drew. Of course, she became pregnant and, of course, he wanted nothing more to do with her. Chrystal trudged home, her tail between her legs, and lived a reclusive life thereafter. Her father had sold his law practice before he died. Her mother followed her father in death only a year later. Chrystal and Katherine had lived alone ever since.

Mary's eyes were as full of tears as Chrystal's were at the end of the story. Mary stood and pulled Chrystal up into an embrace. She held the embrace until Chrystal had recovered her composure. They sat back down.

"You sound like you need to be loved," said Mary with a soft smile. Turning to Joe and holding his hand, she said, "Joe and I love each other. We love our children -- all our children. We have awfully big hearts. I hope you take us. I feel we'll all find ourselves in a loving home, filled with happy children and content adults."

Katherine smiled, relief evident on her face. "Mary, are you prepared to have more children? A lot more children?" Mary nodded rather eagerly.

Joe quipped, "Mary likes to keep in practice, making babies." Katherine laughed. Mary slugged him, but was smiling. Chrystal finally let a big smile cross her face.

Katherine, smiling, said, "If Mom objects to you two, you won't hear about it tonight."

Chrystal sat up straight, smiling, and looked directly at Joe and Mary. "There will be no objection from me, Katherine. Mary and Joe are a breath of fresh air to me. When you told me what you needed to find, I was filled with trepidation. It seems like, no sooner had you announced your desires than they were fulfilled in the form of Joe and Mary."

"It seems to me," said a smiling Katherine, "that I could search far and wide and never find such a warm and loving couple. Will you join us?"

"Joe, here, was hoping for a test drive," giggled Mary. Joe playfully shoved her.

Katherine blushed. "Between Mom and me, you've had more sexual experience on a good weekend than we've ever had. If you were terrible in bed, I'm afraid neither of us would be able to tell." They all four had a laugh over that, although Katherine and Chrystal blushed crimson.

"What about you, Chrystal," said Mary. "Are you sure you're ready to have more children? Look at what you got the first time." More laughter.

Chrystal sighed and smiled sadly. "I've wanted my whole life to be a member of a family. Sure, my mother and father loved me. They loved me a lot. But I was the child in that home, even though I was mother to Katherine. I want a man -- I want *Joe* to put a baby in me and be there to love it when it's born. I want to do that over and over again."

Mary and Joe simply nodded, smiling serenely.

Katherine said, "We should talk about the possibility that there will be two other members of the family. My CAP score is dangerously close to seven and, with the CAP enhancement program, I may need to take two more. I don't mind being the only teenager in the family. Most of my classmates wouldn't fit with us. I wouldn't mind a couple of younger girls who were friends with each other. I wouldn't mind a couple of old broads, like you two." Mary and Chrystal both stuck their tongues out at Katherine, and then giggled.

Mary said, "I think we're already in the right place to take care of this matter. Let's buttonhole Andy and see if he can help."

When Andy was free, he rejoined them. He was elated at their decision to join together. Apprised of the nature of their likely further need, he said he'd begin working on it and let them know soon. They all thanked him and he excused himself again.

Joe said, "Katherine, you're the boss. You call the shots. Whatever you want, we'll do. Do you want us to go home and keep doing what we were doing? Do you want us to get together? Anything you want."

"How about," said Katherine, "we get together later in the week to get to know each other better?"

"Not until Saturday, please," said a blushing Mary, "if you know what I mean."

Katherine turned to Chrystal and obtained a nod. "Saturday it is, then. Will you come have dinner at our house? Will you bring your toothbrushes, just in case? I can't promise we'll both have the courage, but we should."

Ellen and Bob arrived at home together. When they walked in, the entire house erupted in squeals and shouts of delight. They were both nearly bowled over with hugs and kisses from Kathy, Julie and Sandy. Mickey slowly walked into the room, trailed by the twins. She had a regal bearing. She walked toward them with her head up, eyes flashing excitement and pride, her nude body fully on display. Her lustrous hair was styled. She was wearing light makeup, something Ellen had never before seen.

When she reached them, she slowly turned completely around, giving them a view of her new, healthy body. When she had returned to face them, she took one of each of their hands in her own. "Thank you," she said, "from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for healing my body, but thank you much more for rescuing me from Mack, for rescuing my children, for giving us a loving home, for putting us all on the road to recovery. Thank you for Julie. Thank you for Kathy, and Sandy. Thank you for everything." By this time, tears of joy were streaming down her face. Ellen pulled her into an embrace, pulling Bob in as well.

Julie hovered just behind Mickey. When Ellen's eyes met hers, she softly said, "Mickey's probation is ended. Her two sponsors need to claim her, need to take her, need to make her belong to them. Will you both take Mickey to your bed now, please?"

Their lovemaking session was long and deeply satisfying for all of them. Mickey gave as good as she got. The twins sat together off to one side of the bed, their attention riveted to the wonderful experience their mother was having. When the three on the bed finally had had enough, they saw that the twins had discarded their shifts and had faces buried in the other's crotch. The twins were beginning to heal as well.

"We ought to begin thinking." Jean said over dinner, "of the remaining three people who will be in our family. I have several names rattling around in my head. Does anybody want to share their thoughts?"

"We need another mother," Megan pointed out. "I went through a list before Angie arrived, but that got put on the back burner."

"One issue," said Mike, "is how to make arrangements with a woman when we don't also want her husband."

"I can think of one person," said Amy, "whose children would match pretty well with Angie's. Heather's not married to that guy, is she?"

"No," said Jean, "and that's a good idea, Amy. I'll talk to her tomorrow during the day. If she's made other plans or," and she grinned at her husband, "she's put off by the thought of bedding Mike, we'll take another look through Megan's list."

"I haven't heard any complaints so far," Mike huffed in mock disgust. Everyone laughed and lauded his skill and consideration.

"I think we were planning on the last two being eighth grade girls," said Megan. "Amy, they were in your class. I understand the Miller twins and Sandy Minter are out of contention. Don't you want to volunteer to take the lead on selections?"

"Sure," laughed Amy, "I'll get going on that. Do we want to take them in right away, or should they stay with their parents until the extraction?"

Mike answered, "I think that's entirely up to your judgment, Amy. If the girls have a safe and loving home, then perhaps they should stay there. If their home life is a problem for them then, by all means, let's get them into our safe environment."

"Not two girls," Jean said. "I thought we were going to reserve a place for a young man whose valiant effort to improve his CAP score came to naught?" Turning to Mike, she said, "Do you really want seven women in your bed, seven women pining for you while you're deployed? Won't first pick of six women be enough?"

"Sweetheart," he replied with a smile, "you alone were enough for me. The four of you are trying to kill me. By all means, another young man should remain part of our family plan."

Jean turned back to Amy with a smile. "Then invite the most vulnerable eighth grade girl you know of." Amy nodded agreement.

"So," Liz asked coyly, "when are you gonna ask me to be your slave?" She giggled, smiling shyly.

"I guess I took it for granted that we were an item. The truth is, I'd be very lonely without you, Liz. I'm sorry I wasn't thoughtful enough to actually ask you." He knelt before her and held both of her hands. "Will you come to the stars with me and live happily ever after?"

"You're lame," she laughed. "Of course I'll go with you. When do I get a test drive?"

Jeff shyly replied, "You'll never know how many years I've had a crush on you. You can have a test drive at any time, Liz. You can have all the test drives you ever want."

"Aw, that's sweet," she bashfully said. She stepped into the hug he offered.

"I guess this is as good a time as any," Jeff continued. "We need a mom in our family. We need another woman. I'm not always going to be there. I'll be deployed. Who do you want to live with, day after day?"

Liz was nonplussed. "All I've been thinking about is you. Just you and me. I hadn't considered that I have to share you with two other women. I can do that, but I have no idea who I'd want to share a home with. I'll be sharing a bed with them, too, won't I?"

"I don't suppose it will be very long before 'sleeping together' becomes 'having sex together', will it?" he chuckled. "When I'm away, you can go without, or pleasure yourself, or love the ones you're with."

"What about your folks?" she asked.

"They're going together," he replied. "They're taking my sister with them. What about yours?"

"The same," she said, "but they're taking my aunt with them. My brother was already extracted about a year ago."

He sighed. She felt wonderful to him in his arms. He breathed deeply of the smell of her hair. He moved in and came close to kissing her, awaiting her permission. She closed the gap for their first kiss. When the kiss ended, they stared into each other's eyes. They reluctantly broke their embrace but each held both of the other's hands.

"Please put your mind to it," he softly said. She nodded.

"Heather," Jean said, "can you join me in my office for a bit, please?" Nodding, Heather rose and came in. "Close the door, please. Have a seat."

When Heather had settled in, Jean captured her eyes with her own. "Heather, you're aware that Mike and I are building a joint household for the extraction?" Heather nodded. "Our Megan is going with us. So are Amy and Amy's sister Angie. Angie's son, Ethan, is four and Ella is almost two.

"Heather, we need another mother for our family. The rest of the family will be a very young woman and a young man who tried but failed to improve his CAP score. Heather, have you made arrangements for yourself and your kids?"

"I'm surprised at myself," blushed Heather. "No, I haven't made any arrangements. Carl doesn't have the CAP score to volunteer. Jean, I'm not pretty. I'm not smart. Why would you ask me?"

Jean smiled. "Heather, physical characteristics can be changed any way the sponsor wishes. The Confederacy machines can't give you a good heart. I asked you because of who you are on the inside. If you want to be a cover girl after the extraction, I'll arrange it. Will you join our family, Heather?"

Lost in her own thoughts, Heather could only nod.

"I'm delighted, Heather. I don't want to cause you any difficulties with Carl," Jean said. "You are welcome to come live with us now, or wait until the extraction. If you want to wait, you should at least bring your kids and come meet the rest of your new family."

"Carl knows what's gonna happen. Carl knows I'll be extracted. He doesn't like it, but there's nothing he can do. Carl isn't violent. There's no risk to the new family."

"I don't know Carl that well. Stay with him until the extraction, or come move in, whichever you want." Jean smirked. "If you think he deserves it, ask him if you can take his baby with us to the stars."

Heather's eyes were like saucers. "You want me to get pregnant with Carl's baby?"

Jean softly said, "Heather, you're gonna be making babies, one after another. If you want to be pregnant now, that's fine. Carl or Mike, or anyone else you fancy. Maybe Carl doesn't deserve the honor. It's for you decide. If you want to wait, that's fine too."

"I'd like to meet Angie's kids," Heather said. "Can I come over for a bit this evening?"

Nodding, Jean answered, "I have a meeting from 7:00 for a couple of hours. You're welcome to come. Would you like to come for dinner, and stay while I'm gone?"

"Maybe I better be with Carl this evening. I'll tell him. I don't know about having Carl's baby, but I'll think about it. What about tomorrow night?"

Nodding and smiling, Jean said, "As soon after work as you want. Bring your toothbrush if you want. You may want a test drive." Heather blushed. Jean looked up and saw Amy enter the outer office. Pointing at Amy, she said, "Why don't you go tell your sister the happy news?"

Heather spun around, recognized Amy, and processed Jean's remark. She shot out of her chair and ran squealing to Amy, who was finally able to translate the babble. Amy hugged Heather and laughed.

"Coach, don't you want to see what we've planned before we start students on paintball?" asked Austin.

"I suppose that would be a good idea," allowed Dave. "I've read your descriptions, and the rules and all that. You've done a super job. Are you guys going to be able to referee and manage this thing by yourselves? What about your own training?"

"Don't worry about that," said Austin. "We've got just about the whole football team involved. We're only doing one two-hour session in any day. The rest of the time, we'll be doing our own work."

"The Elks have been fantastic about helping, I know," said Dave. "Are all the supplies and equipment over there now?" Austin nodded. "And you guys want to be the first to play, right?"

"We wanna follow our own written descriptions and rules, and see if we messed anything up," said Austin.

Dave chuckled. "That's as good an excuse as I've heard all day. OK. How do you want to do this?"

Austin said, "We want to scarf down some food at noon, then leave by 12:15 on foot. That allows us only a bit of extra time before we have to be back at 2:30 for our next sessions. That'll prove, to ourselves at least, that we can get the students out there, have the paintball exercise, and get them back in time."

"Aren't most of the students going to need a shower after paintball?" asked Dave.

Austin nodded. "That's one of the reasons the teams doing paintball are cutting into the time they would have for their academic sessions. The first stop after paintball will be a shower and then the pool."

Dave chuckled. "The other reason being that you guys don't like the academics!" Austin blushed but nodded.

"How many are going?" asked Dave.

"Twelve players, the same as there'll be with the students -- one team against another. Plus you and me and two guys to referee," explained Austin.

"Sounds like a plan," said Dave. "See you in the cafeteria at noon."

"May I join you?" asked Amy. Stephanie Kent looked in surprise at her former teacher standing before her, lunch tray in hand. Stephanie nodded. "Thank you," said Amy and set her tray down.

"It's good to see all of you again," Amy told the table full of girls. They proceeded to have a nice chat while they ate their lunches. When the girls rose to leave, Amy asked Stephanie to stay. A couple of the other girls were going to stay with Stephanie and Amy had to explain that she wanted to speak with Stephanie alone. The girls departed with a wave.

"What do you want to talk about?" Stephanie asked.

"I want to talk about the extraction," answered Amy kindly. "I'm looking for a girl like you to complete our family. I'm going with Jean Stevens, her husband Mike, their daughter Megan, Heather Olsen and my sister Angie. My sister has two young children.

"Have you made arrangements for the extraction yet?" Stephanie shook her head. "Do you have your heart set on going with anybody?" Another head shake. "I like you, Stephanie. You have good qualities. Some of them are hidden behind your shyness. What must I do to persuade you to join our family?"

"Ask my Dad, I guess," said Stephanie with a shrug. "It's up to him."

Amy smiled sadly. "No, Stephanie. You are an adult now. You have to live by your father's rules as long as you live in his home, but the decision of whose family you join in the extraction is yours alone."

"Why do you want me, anyway?" Stephanie asked plaintively.

"We want you," answered Amy, "because we think you deserve the chance to mature at your own pace in a loving family. Because you're shy and you might not be able to protect yourself from a thoughtless, demanding sponsor. I don't mean to say that you have character faults, just that you need more time to mature and gain confidence."

"My dad is very strict," admitted Stephanie. "I'm still a virgin, and I'm scared of my first time. I'm really scared that my first time will be humiliating, and painful. My dad wants nothing to do with helping me. He says I should just do my best."

"Your first time," said Amy, "should be special. It should be a memory you cherish for the rest of your life. Mike would help you with your first time, even if you don't want to join our family. Would you like that?" Stephanie hesitated, blushing deeply, and nodded.

"You have a sister and brother, don't you?" asked Amy.

"My sister is eleven and my brother is eight," said Stephanie.

"Do you know whether your dad has arranged for their extraction?" asked Amy. Stephanie shook her head. "Would you like to have them with you in our family?"

Stephanie flashed a brilliant smile. "YES!" she said emphatically.

"I think Jean, Mrs. Stevens, and her husband Mike should talk to your dad," said Amy. "If your dad allows Jean to take your sister and brother, will you join us?"

Stephanie's positive answer was just as emphatic.

"Oh, shit," Michael said under his breath. Bob had just handed him his new CAP card. His CAP score was now 7.0.

"That wasn't the response I expected," said Bob with a smile.

Michael blushed. "I thought I was done building my family is all," he said lamely. "Now I have to find two more."

"There are worse fates than having to collect two more concubines," Bob chided with a smile.

"Yeah, you're right. I think it would be easier if I didn't have any time to think about it. If I was at an ordinary pickup, I'd just choose from among the ones in the same room," smiled Michael. "I think I'll just let Stacy choose for us."

"That's one way to solve the problem," Bob allowed. "Stacy is going to be cheek by jowl with them for a very long time. Having her friends near her would count for a lot."

It was time to go home anyway. Michael waved goodbye to Bob, promising to see him that evening at the meeting.

"Stacy!" he hollered as he walked into the house. She came flying into the room, happy to see him but surprised at his unusual entrance. "I have a surprise for you!" he laughed. He produced his new CAP card and showed it to her.

"Yippee!" she hollered and threw herself at him, forcing him to catch her or be bowled over. Legs wrapped around his waist, she smothered him with kisses while pumping her crotch into him enthusiastically. When her feet went back to the floor, he let go his embrace. She immediately knelt in front of him and began furiously opening his pants. Her earlier attack was enough to make the young man's cock harden. When she yanked down his pants and underwear, his cock sprang loose and pointed right at her. Without a moment's hesitation, she sucked as much of him into her mouth as she could. She looked up and met his eyes and began to fuck him with her face.

Michael had had a lot of sex recently. This was his first ever standing-up, fully-dressed, no-reciprocating blowjob in his life. He was nonplussed. He loved it, but he felt he should be doing something for her as well. He didn't have much time to fret. The combination of the incredible sensations he was experiencing and his youthful lack of control quickly led him to flood her mouth with gouts of white goo.

Michael did have enough time to look up and find Jenny and Dawn standing in the doorway with amused expressions on their faces. "What prompted this?" Jenny asked. Michael, speechless, simply held his new CAP card out for Jenny and Dawn to see. Ahh," chuckled Jenny, "Stacy gets to have her girlfriends in our family. No wonder!"

All his strength seemed to jet out of his body with his spunk. He slowly slumped down the wall and into a heap on the floor, a dazed smile on his face. He watched as Stacy made a show of swallowing her prize, using her tongue to clean the area around her mouth and swallowing that as well. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Michael struggled to re-engage his brain and get his mouth working. His jaw worked for a time before he was able to form words. "That was incredible!" he breathed, smiling. "Thank you so much!"

"You deserved it," Stacy chirped, "for raising your CAP score so you can increase your harem."

Michael looked in turn at Stacy, Jenny and Dawn. "Whom should we invite?" he asked.

"It's your decision, Michael," chided Jenny.

"Well, yeah," responded Michael, "but you're the ones who'll be stuck with them 24 hours a day. If you like them, then I'm sure I'll be fine with them. Does anybody have suggestions?"

"You picked me," Dawn said, "as Jenny's friend. Stacy is a lot younger than we are. I think Stacy needs friends of her own." Stacy brightened at that.

"Stacy, you'd better help Michael get his pants back on before you start talking about your choices for his harem," Jenny smirked, "or his cock will be asking for seconds." They all laughed. Michael made his way to his feet and got his clothes back in order.

"I have a meeting to attend this evening," Michael said, "but I'd like to talk with all of you about it over dinner before I go." That sounded like a good idea to all of them. Dawn accepted an invitation to stay for dinner with her kids. The women finished dinner preparations and they all sat down to eat.

"We somehow all seem to have reached the same conclusion without ever discussing it," said Michael over dinner. "Bob Minter said the same thing after my CAP test. Stacy will be spending all day, every day with all of her sister concubines. Jenny and Dawn, you are already friends, and you have similar interests and experience. Stacy should have friends, too."

"You know my friends," said Stacy, "who would you pick?"

"That's just it, Stacy," answered Michael. "I really don't know your friends all that well. Sure, we greet each other, or I see you with them. But I don't know which ones are really important to you."

Jenny added, "Have any of your close friends made commitments to join families for extraction?"

"I'm not sure," said Stacy.

"Pardon?" asked Michael. "You told the whole world when you decided to join our family. Would some of your girlfriends keep that a secret?"

"They might," Stacy answered shyly, "if they agreed to go with someone else's boyfriend, or something like that."

"Oh," said Michael, frowning. "I hadn't thought of that. Slow motion pickups present a lot of issues that instant pickups simply ignore."

"Like trying to maintain appearances," chuckled Stacy. "Dawn, I don't know why you don't just give up and move in with us now. Nobody cares that you're boffing Michael -- or Jenny and me, for that matter. Nobody cares that you're having four-way orgies every night, except you."

Dawn blushed and looked to Jenny for support. "I hate to tell you, Dawn," Jenny smiled, "but I agree with Stacy. Use your house as storage for anything we might need before the extraction. Otherwise, don't even go there anymore. Your place is with us, for ever and ever."

Jenny saw Dawn begin to tear up and drew her into an embrace. Dawn strongly returned the embrace. "OK," whispered Dawn, "I guess I'm really home with my family now, no matter where we are."

When they had regained their composure and resumed eating, Michael said, "Stacy, I think you should think about whom you want with us as your sisters. After you decide, find out if they're still available. Please invite them -- both at once, if possible -- for dinner and a sleep-over. We'll all test-drive them. OK?"

Stacy beamed and nodded.