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Part 3 of 4.  A Swarm Cycle story



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Maude's
Part: 3 of 4
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: The uninitiated assumed that Maude's was a cathouse.  Little did they
know...

Keywords: ScFi MF mF mf Mf Ff oral 1st humil inc

Maude's


Chapter 3

	Gary placed himself before the young teen, "Allison?"  He held out his
hand.

	"Call me Allie."  The girl took his hand and used it to haul herself
out of the chair, and then let go, turning a courtly gesture into lifting dead
weight and nearly toppling Gary in surprise.

	"If you'll follow me..."  Gary led off diffidently; Allie, head down,
her backpack making her look hunchbacked, duck-walked ungracefully behind him.

	Maude rubbed her face.  "Mr. Sheppard..."

	"Do what you can," Morris Sheppard cut her off.  "No one expects
miracles.  Some of that..." he waved at his departing daughter, "is a
deliberate attempt to be unpalatable - a defense mechanism."

	"We hope," his wife muttered under her breath.  Clearly, SHE wasn't
convinced.

	Delicately, Maude asked, "Is she yours?"

	The woman flicked a glance at her husband.  "No.  But I've tried..."
Morris looked disapproving, and she shut up.

	"Can you show us a place to retire?" Morris demanded.

	"Certainly," Maude sighed, and led the couple away.

	In Room Four, Gary turned to Allie and, gathering himself, began, "I
think the backpack should go, don't you?"

	"Yeah."  Allie eyed him and dropped a shoulder so she could roll it
off.  When it hit the floor, she returned her attention to the nice-looking
old guy before her, "Look, I know what I look like..."

	"The question is, 'why?'  This has to be deliberate," Gary opined.

	"Well, it is and it isn't," Allie replied.  "I'm ugly, anyway - this
way I don't have to pretend to compete."

	"You're in the competition whether you want to be or not," Gary
chided.

	"I'm working on dead last."

	"You won't make THAT, either," Gary told her, "I can tell."

	Allie grimaced.  "That was gonna be my claim to fame."

	"Better plan on something new," Gary advised.

	"Why am I doing this?" Allie asked.  "I'm not going anywhere."

	"You should."

	"I won't."

	"Then why ARE you here?"

	"To lose my cherry," Allie replied.  "THAT, I can do.  And when it's
done, at least I can remember THAT.  You're gonna show me a good time, aren't
you, Mister?"

	"I'm going to do my absolute best, Allie.  Promise."  He twirled his
finger.  "Why don't you get out of that...?"

	"Aren't we supposed to be concentrating on you?" Allie challenged.

	"I'm not a Chippendale, Hon.  There won't be any striptease or
dancing.  We're going to handle the mechanics of the thing and I'm going to do
my best to make it pleasant - but I need to see your goodies, too, and that
dress is in the way," Gary told her.

	"I don't have any goodies," Allie declared flatly.

	"That's for ME to determine," Gary retorted.  "Your opinion doesn't
count because you're all down on yourself in the first place and you're not
male in the second place."

	"Guys don't..." Allie began.

	"Young guys?  Young guys are idiots, Hon.  If I knew then what I know
now..."

	"Yeah, well..."

	"So you can have, what, four guys?  You realize, of course, that you
can take wise old bulls like me and make them young again - everywhere but
between the ears, where it counts!" Gary pointed out.

      "Well, that assumes..."

      "That you're worth looking at?  Why don't you shut up and unbutton that
dress and we'll find out?"  It was time to lean a little.

      Allie's eyes popped behind the eyeglasses - but she reached for the
buttons on the front of her dress.  "You don't have to be nasty!"

      "I'm not - I'm just tired of us wasting time while you tell me all about
what you don't have.  It's time to show me what you don't have and get my
independent opinion on it!" Gary replied.  "We could talk all night - but that
wouldn't accomplish even what YOU want from this!"

      "Yeah, well, sorry!  I'm a little..."  Allie's face began to quiver.

      "Scared?"  Gary stepped forward and took her in his arms.  "It'll be
fine."  He rubbed her back.  "You feel good."

      "Maybe I can hunt down a blind guy, then," Allie sniffled.

      "I really don't think you'll have to settle for that," Gary murmured,
"although I'd hate to think I was robbing the blind."

      "You talk nice, anyway," Allie muttered.  There was more to it than
that; his hands on her sides and back felt wonderful!  "I have to bend
over..."

      Gary stepped back.  "Shoes and socks while you're at it."

      "Why?"

      "If you had less than a six point five you wouldn't even bother to ask,"
Gary replied.  "Everything and anything is open season.  Besides, you're
kidding with those things, right?"

      Allie shrugged while she undid the bottom button of the dress.  "They're
part of my disguise.  Wait till you see the beard!"

      Gary chuckled.  "Hurry up!  When you're naked, you get to undress me!"

      "Now THAT's a silver lining!" Allie grinned tremulously as she looked up
from getting out of the ugly sandals and socks.  Working the dress off her
arms, she placed it on the backpack, revealing a plain white bra and panties.

      "Okay, so, where's the third eye?" Gary asked, looking her over.  Okay,
she had wide hips and a big ass - and stocky legs.  Okay, so her breasts
looked a little saggy.  "Have you lost weight?"

      Allie's eyes popped.  "You've never...!"

      "What?"

      Allie eyed him suspiciously.  "You've seen pictures?"

      "No.  Nothing before tonight.  Why would I have to fight you out of your
clothing to get a look if I had?"

      "Then where did that crack about my weight come from?"

      "It was a guess.  You look like you weighed more - maybe..."

      "Forty pounds."

      "Congratulations!"

      "Yeah, big whup.  Look what it did for me."  She threw out her hands.

      "Take your bra off."

      "So you can laugh?"

      "No, so I can get at 'em.  They're an erogenous zone."

      "Okay."  Eyeing him sullenly, she undid the catch and leaned forward to
drop the straps off her shoulders.  Yeah, they sagged - because five to ten
pounds of the forty she lost had been on her chest, probably.  Gary reached in
and cupped one - it was soft and heavy and pleasant to the touch - and all
natural.

      "Nice!"

      "Liar!"

      "Let's see the rest."

      "So you can lie about THAT, too?"

      "Now, Allie.  Quit hiding behind your anger.  No one is going to hurt
you here."

      "You already have!" Allie pouted - but she stepped out of her granny
panties, revealing a luxurious amount of pubic bush.

      "Shut up and come here!" Gary demanded.  She was going to piss and moan
until he gave her reason to forget it.  When she was in close, he said, "Tilt
your head to the left."

      Allie did as she was told and Gary stepped in, put a hand in the small
of her back and a hand on one ass cheek, leaned in and applied his lips to her
neck.

      "AAHHH!"  Goosebumps went everywhere as Allie instinctively clutched him
to her.  "You don't have to have sex with me, Mister - if you do that for a
few minutes, my whole year is made!"

      "We're going for the big one, Hon," Gary breathed in her ear, "Hang on
and enjoy it!"

      "Seriously, I know I'm... uuuhhhhhh...." Allie ran out of thought
process.

      "Shut up, Allie," Gary singsonged into her ear.  "I could go out in the
street and find twenty guys to have sex with you based on a picture - but
you're all mine for now!"

      Allie's belly was a butterfly habitat.  "Unh huh," she gasped.  "You got
that right.  You can say fuck.  I like dirty words."

      "Good," Gary breathed.  "Whatever you think you look like, I'm here to
tell you I've had worse - MUCH worse!  I'm gonna fuck your brains out - and
I'm gonna enjoy it - a lot!"

      "Oohhh...  Shit...  Please?"  The arms wrapped around her were the only
thing that kept her from melting into a puddle in front of him.  Her pussy
was... squishy.  Her nipples rubbed his shirt and sent shivers down her spine.
"I want it.  I want to see it.  Please?"

      Gary let go of her.  "Come get it.  Undress me."  He was stone hard
under his clothing.  He could SMELL her wet musk.  They were going to fuck all
right...  This wasn't a training session any more - it was nothing that
clinical.  He was going to pop Allie's cherry and then pin her to the mattress
with his cock - not because some lesson plan said to, but because they both
wanted it.  He bent forward so that Allie - with shaking hands - could pull
his golf shirt over his head, then kicked out of his shoes while she
feverishly worked at his belt.

      "They're out of control in there," Maude mused, watching the video feed.

      "It is for the best.  The female's self-image is extremely poor.  This
will be a validation of her worth.  Speech is sometimes inadequate - this will
be more effective," the AI intoned.

      "Do you chafe at that limitation?" Maude asked.

      "Yes."

      "I wasn't going to stop them - I'm just making an observation."

      "Gary Oberndorfer knows instinctively what to do.  His mate has various
issues.  He is practiced at when to go gently and when to assume command. They
are communicating.  The young female is fully committed.  All is well."

      "I agree," Maude replied.

      Allie, panting, was trying to push Gary's pant legs off without looking
at what she was doing - because her gaze was locked with the single blind eye
of Gary's erect, purple capped penis.  It waved before her eyes like a cobra,
mesmerizing her.  "Oohh!  My God!" she breathed.  "It's... beautiful!"

      Gary got a leg free, somehow, and stood on his pants so he could pull
his other leg out.  "Go to the bed!"

      Allie didn't argue - she ran!  "Where?  How?"

      "Lie on your back with your butt on the edge and grab your knees!" Gary
directed.  Allie complied just as rapidly as she could.  Gary surprised her by
dropping to his knees in front of her dripping snatch.  "Wow!  What a
furburger!  I was going to lick you, but you're soaked!"  He leaned in anyway
and attacked Allie's clitoris directly, sucking the hard bump under the
surprisingly protuberant hood between his lips.

      "OMIGAAAAWD!" Allie screamed, convulsing as an orgasm flashed up on her
from nowhere and exploded.  "FUUUUCK!"

      She was gone and back in only a few quivering seconds; Gary rubbed his
glans along her drooling split, between her large, rubbery inner lips.  "Want
it?"

      "Yes!  Do it!  NOW!"  Allie stretched up from the bed, her expression
intense.

      Most times, with most girls, defloration is better handled as a slow,
gentle process - but THIS time, under THESE circumstances, with THIS girl...
Gary seated his glans in the opening, locked eyes with Allie, and shoved his
cock into her to the root!

      Allie erupted in an ear-splitting scream of pure joy,
"EEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!   FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!"  Her pussy pulsed in orgasm as
Gary hit bottom.  If she had much in the way of a hymen, neither she nor Gary
noticed it.  Gary set up a punishing stroke - and Allie sucked it up happily,
crossing her ankles behind his back and flexing her knees to make sure he got
in deep while holding his biceps in her hands.  "FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!" she
chanted, punctuating every stroke with an entreaty to keep pounding.

      It didn't last long - there was no way it could, really, the way they
were going at one another - it was too intense.  It wasn't forty seconds later
that Allie went "OoooooOOOoooOOOHHH!" and arched her back, then her eyes
rolled up and she began to shake and an orgasm that made the two previous pops
seem like a ripple shook her - and by extension, Gary - like a terrier shakes
a rat!  Her pussy turned into a milking machine and she crushed Gary against
her crotch with her legs so he couldn't escape; all he could do was roar and
pump gusher after gusher of seed into her clutching tunnel!

      Allie drifted back as if from a great height.  She opened her eyes to
see the man who had transported her still hovering above her.  "OMIGOD!  That
was AWESOME!"

      Allie unlocked her ankles and Gary struggled closer to the vertical
before echoing the sentiment, "I'll say!  That was the shortest - but the
wildest - fuck I've ever had!  You're one hot piece of ass!"  Under other
circumstances, Gary would never have expressed his admiration in that
particular manner - but he and Allie had an understanding.  Being a little
rude and little vulgar got Allie off, so it wasn't a problem with Gary.

      "Really?" Allie beamed.

      "Absolutely!" Gary confirmed.  "You wrap those legs around a guy and
he's a goner!  The big question is going to be how many guys it will take to
keep up with you!"

      "She'll settle down in a bit," a voice announced in a businesslike
manner, "but she's still going to be hotter than the average."  Both Gary and
Allie jumped and turned startled glances on Fiona, who had drawn pickup duty.
"Unfortunately, we're on a schedule, so neither of you can loiter.  Gary, you
can clean up in the bath on the left, then go through to debriefing.  Allie,
we need to talk about this and that."  Fiona chivvied Gary out of the room.

      Gary took a quick shower and climbed back into his clothing - Allie and
Fiona were nowhere to be seen when he diffidently stuck his head into Room
Four to collect his discarded clothing.  Then he headed off to Maude's office,
to hear all about how he screwed things up...

      Instead, the AI announced, "You have fulfilled expectation, Gary
Oberndorfer.  While the approach was unusual, the results were optimal - the
student was extremely pleased and came away from the lesson with increased
confidence."

      Gary shrugged, embarrassed.  "I went with my instincts.  It wasn't the
way I planned it and I wouldn't handle things that way normally, but she had
certain needs..."

      "You have good instincts," Maude congratulated him.  "When you
penetrated her, I thought I was going to have a heart attack - and then I
realized she was having an orgasm!  Amazing!"

      "She was... very needy," Gary muttered.  "She would wander if you
coddled her - you had to rein her in.  If you didn't let her feel sorry for
herself, things went well.  Pleasure isn't something she gets a lot of..."

      "Given an opportunity, she took maximum advantage of it," the AI
summarized.

      "You didn't get in much in the way of cunnilingus," Maude noted. "She'll
be ready for fellatio in an hour or so - will you?"

      "Yeah, I think so - I've got another charge in me."

      "Good.  For now, Fiona has her in hand," Maude murmured.  "You can nap
in Room Four if you like."  She flicked a switch and Fiona and Allie could be
seen on the screen.  Allie was still nude; Fiona was talking to her while
brushing out her hair.  "Fiona may be present to supervise.   By the way,
Emily had nothing but praise for Chuck's efforts - and having seen the
reports, I agree with her.  He's ahead of the curve already."

      Gary didn't know what to say, so he limited himself to, "Thanks," and
went back to Room Four and collapsed on the only mildly mussed bed.

      When he awoke, it was because the lights had come up.  Allie was there,
with Fiona.  She was still nude, but apparently a lot more comfortable about
it.  Her hair looked clean and glossy, and Gary thought he detected subtle
make-up - certainly she didn't look as pink and oily as before and there were
no obvious blemishes in the works on her face.  Her pubic bush wasn't, anymore
- she had a nicely defined patch of hair there, not a wilderness.  Even her
stance was a bit different - less rooted and clumsy.  "I'm ba-ack..." she said
softly.

      "I see that," Gary chuckled.  "What are you here for?"

      "Fellatio," Allie related, after a glance at Fiona.

      "Ah.  How do you want to handle it?"

      "I'll undress you, then however it is you want it, I guess."

      Gary nodded.  "Who handled cunnilingus?"

      "I did," Fiona related.  "We decided it wouldn't damage anything."

      Gary nodded.  "Okay.  I can, too..."

      "No, it's okay," Allie waved it off.  "I know you can.  I remember -
clearly."  She smiled at the little joke.

      "Okay, then..."  Gary stood.  "I'm all yours."

      Allie knelt before him and set to work undressing him again.  It seemed
to Gary that dressing had been a mistake, and he said so, "I guess I should
have left this stuff off."

      Fiona shrugged.  "It's good practice - isn't it, Allie?"

      "Uh huh."  Allie's reply was distracted.

      Fiona launched into lecture mode.  "Normally, we would have you practice
this on a different man, Allie.  In the first place, it is a good idea not to
set up a situation that encourages a relationship - especially with the man
who took your virginity.  Given that the bout was highly successful, you
probably have a little hero worship going right now, don't you?"

      "Uh huh."  Allie was busy helping Gary step out of his pants and
underwear; her tone left some question whether she was really paying attention
to Fiona or not.

      "The second issue would be response," Fiona continued.  "It would not be
impossible for you to take on five or six men at a session, properly trained
and prepared.  But men have limitations.  First, they tend to do most of the
work involved, and their hearts are involved with maintaining the blood supply
that keeps their erection firm."

      "Uh huh," Allie muttered.  She was jacking Gary's erection - and it was
PLENTY firm!

      "Second..." Fiona's voice chided Allie for her apparent lack of
attention, "Men must recharge, for want of a better word.  The contents of
their seminal vesicles, once discharged by ejaculation, take time to
replenish.  Most men have sufficient semen available for two or maybe three
significant ejaculations - but after that, they're going to require down-time
to manufacture more semen.  All this varies widely according to age, physical
condition, and other matters; as a rule, boys your age can probably stay hard
and just continue to operate right through their first, second - maybe even
third ejaculation, but older men will tend to lose an erection and become
sleepy after finishing.  Rest should allow recuperation for the second - or
even the third - go around for an unaugmented male of Gary's age - augmented
males may continue to display the response curve of a teen."  Fiona paused,
and then asked testily, "Are you listening at all?"

      Allie was jacking Gary steadily while Gary played with her breasts.
"Older guys might have problems.  Don't fall in love with Gary.  Can we move
on?"  She looked up at Gary with hot eyes, "Too late, anyway."

      "Fine," Fiona rasped.  "Obviously, Gary is circumcised.  Do you remember
the video?  What are the most sensitive spots?"

      "Under the head.  Behind the head.  The head itself.  The hair at the
base."  Allie rattled off the list, including a spot Gary had never given any
thought to.  "Now?"

      Fiona rolled her eyes.  "Fine..."  As she knelt beside her student,
Allie rolled her lips over Gary's glans and commenced to make wet, sucking
noises.  "Go deep.  Gag a little - it will get your spit machine going, which
will make things nice and wet for him.  Guys want to fuck - they're going to
want to stroke deep.  You can't just lick a cock like you do a clit.  There
isn't time tonight for deep-throat, but if you get a chance, lower your head
so he has a straight shot and see what you can do...  As a general rule, if
you don't want a guy fucking your face, you do the work for him."  She looked
up at Gary.  "Tell her what you want."

      "I want her to keep doing what she's doing!" Gary gasped.  From his
perspective, there was no faulting Allie's effort.

      "Yes, well..." Fiona cast about for something to impart.  "Sometimes
they'll grab your head or just put their hands behind it to keep you from
going anywhere.  Again, that's a sign you're not fucking him with your face.
It's not particularly nice, but sometimes it's almost instinctive.  Gary...?"

      Gary got the hint; he was, after all, being used as a teaching aid.  He
palmed the back of Allie's head...

      ... And Allie tried her damnedest to swallow him!  It didn't happen the
first time and she choked and gurgled and had to stop momentarily, holding his
glans between her lips while saliva pooled in her mouth and her stomach
lurched.  When things settled down, she tried again - with the same result.
She went back to taking what was comfortable - but she had plenty of
lubrication, so it stepped up things.  Gary grunted and groaned and rubbed the
back of her head and Allie tried again... and Gary's glans rolled over her
tongue and into the back of her throat and beyond!  Surprise choked her and
she backed off, drooling - but she smelled success!

      Fiona caught it and advised, "We really haven't done the deep throat
training module, so just take him as deep as it is comfortable.  If you stop
to gag and throw him off, he could lose his grip on an approaching orgasm..."

      Allie wasn't all that interested in taking Fiona's advice, though.  She
had the bit in her teeth and was whiffing success; caution wasn't in the plan.
After a few strokes to get herself acclimated and ensure that Gary was happy,
she bored in again.  And THIS time - POP! - Gary's glans slid into her throat!

      "Urk!" Gary's eyes bulged as Allie leaned forward and stuck her nose in
his pubes.  "Holy shit!"

      Allie backed off, her lips quirked in a smile around his swollen shaft,
proud of herself.  "Uuummm, yes..." Fiona muttered.  "That's it, all right. It
might be wiser...  Oh, Hell with it!" She stopped trying to throttle the
girl's efforts as she repeated the feat.  "If you're going to bury him in
there, you might as well swallow!"

      Allie swallowed and Gary gasped, amazed.  Sherry had never mastered deep
throat and made her distaste for giving head clear - but she like to be
licked, so she did it to reciprocate.  To Gary, fellatio was a treat - and a
tour de force like this one was generating a HUGE reaction!  "I'm... close..."
he gasped.

      "Swallow!" Fiona hissed urgently.  "Don't choke, don't spit, don't make
a face, don't back off and take it on your face or tits - swallow!  Cum is a
gift, and if you want to make him happy, it's the nectar of the gods!  If you
listen to nothing else I've said..."

      That was all she had time for; Gary let out a strained grunt and his
balls crawled up in his scrotum under Allie's gently massaging fingers and
Allie pulled back until her lips were a ring around his glans and pushed her
tongue out along the underside of his shaft just in time to feel it pulse as
it propelled his seed into her mouth!  "HRRGH!  HRRGH!  HRRGH!" Gary hunched
over Allie, his muscles locked, clutching her shoulders as he poured pulse
after pulse of thick, chewy seed into her mouth!

	Allie LOVED the stuff!  It was Gary's, so she'd have swallowed it down
and smiled if it tasted like arsenic - but it didn't.  It was a little salty
and a little sweet - and a lot meaty.  It had a strange, lumpy texture that
made her want to strain it between her teeth - and she did, once he relaxed,
caressed her hair, and backed out of her mouth.

	Fiona chuckled.  "It's not mouthwash!"

	Allie swallowed, "Yeah, well - I like it!"

	Gary chuckled, settling back onto the bed.  "You're not going to have
any problem picking up men, Hon - I'd ship with you in a heartbeat!  In a
performance competition - and a lot of pickups come down to that - you'll put
a lot of women to shame!  Being a selectee instead of a concubine should make
you unstoppable!"

	Allie preened.  "Thank you, Gary!"  She leaned in to give him a peck -
which he returned without concern for the contents of her mouth - and swayed
out behind Fiona.

                        -----------------------

	Maude wanted to expose Allie sexually to someone besides Gary
Oberndorfer -- but she had the same issue that she'd had all evening --
limited resources.  The Oberndorfers had arrived for a late appointment and
Thursday wasn't a busy night at Maude's.  The male teaching staff were all
elsewhere -- and now, so were all of the students -- except Chuck!

	Taking the bull by the horns, Maude went out into the waiting room.
"Chuck, could I speak to you for a moment?"

	It was pushing one a.m. and Chuck was a little drowsy.  He'd come out
of his session an hour ago, only to be told that his father was busy 'helping
out'.  "Yeah, sure."

	"If you'll follow me..."  Maude led Chuck into her office.  "Earlier
this evening, we were presented with an emergency, Chuck.  We asked your
father to help us out with a female student who came in for an unscheduled
crash course."

	"So, Dad is doing some fourteen year old girl?" Chuck came wide awake.
"What did Mom say to THAT?"

	"Um, well, we asked her to participate, too, which helped," Maude
replied.  "But I think that when it became clear that we had Confederacy
support and they both stood to improve their CAP scores by participating, that
was the kicker."

	"Confederacy support?" Chuck blinked.

	"We don't advertise, Dear - we don't want to become a terrorist
target.  But, yes, we're fellow travelers with the Confederacy.  When you
think about it, it makes sense - aren't we preparing you for emigration?"

	"Well, yeah, now that you mention it..." Chuck shrugged.  "So, when is
he gonna be finished?"

	Maude pursed her lips.  "He is, Dear - but we have a problem."

	"What kind of problem?" Chuck asked cautiously.

	"Normally, we rotate instructors so the student doesn't become fixated
on one instructor - but we had NO male instructors on site this evening, so
that wasn't possible.  Your father has gone two sessions with this young
lady..."

	"Way to go, Dad!" Chuck yelped.

	"Yes, well, we would prefer to wean her off your father, if possible,"
Maude smiled, "but, well, there is only one other male on the premises - you!"

	"Me?"

	"I'm afraid so.  I wouldn't even think about this, except for Emily's
reports of your first session, which indicate that you are an excellent
student and ahead of the curve.  We wouldn't be matching you with a girl your
age for three sessions, probably, but, as I indicated, this is an emergency of
sorts."  Maude pursed her lips.  "I could tell this young woman's parents that
she's just not going to get any more instruction tonight, but she, too, has
been exceptional, and her father is concerned that he will be taking his
family into a pickup."

	"So..." Chuck murmured.

	"So, are you capable?  And are you interested?  In this case, you
would be more instructor than student..."

	"I'm sure I can..." Chuck replied.

	The AI announced himself by activating a screen with a picture of
Allie as she looked upon entry.  "There is a high probability that you are
acquainted with the subject..."

	Chuck glanced around, then got control of himself and eyed the video.
"Umm, yeah.  Allie something - Sheppard."  He grimaced.  The video shifted to
a live shot of Allie, naked, her hair combed and her face clean, apparently
watching a video with Fiona in attendance.  "Not like THAT, though."

	"The subject has made considerable progress in the few hours she has
been in the facility," the AI declared.  "Many of her issues with her self-
image have been treated.  She presents impressive sexual response levels..."

	"Really?"

	A familiar voice sounded behind Chuck, "Really.  Allie is a fine
example of looks being deceiving.  She was absolutely amazing on her first
outing!"

	Chuck whirled.  "Dad!  Really?"

	"Really.  I don't want to disparage anyone - least of all, your mother
- but Allie is the hottest piece I'VE ever had!"

	"No kidding..." Chuck turned back to the video.

	"We have determined that the breast sag is the unanticipated result of
recent weight loss," the AI reported.  "We have introduced nanobots designed
to assist in redistributing bulk from her lower abdomen and hips back to her
chest to improve their appearance.  This will take several days, however. Your
function - besides providing her with experience - would be to continue the
work previously done in improving her self-image.  Negative commentary would
be..."

	"Mean," Chuck finished.  "Besides, they aren't THAT bad.  She looks a
lot better naked than in the clothes she usually wears."

	"The clothing and poor personal hygiene are defense mechanisms.  She
wished to be shunned, rather than abused for her perceived lacks or taken
advantage of for her CAP score," the AI reported.

	"Oh.  Right.  Gotcha," Chuck nodded.

	"We would prefer that she discontinue such activity," the AI
continued.

	"Yeah, I get that."

	"Obviously, there are risks - for both of you.  But you're all we've
got," Maude reiterated.

	"It's cool.  I'll do it," Chuck declared.  "I know what's up."

	"All right," Maude nodded.  "Gary, would you escort him to Room Four?
You should return here, as we don't want you there when Allison arrives."

	Gary nodded and led Chuck out.  In the hallway, Chuck asked, "So this
will improve your CAP score?"

	"They said so."

	"And Mom's?"

	"Yeah..."

	"What's up?"

	"They more or less said it will improve mine enough - but not your
mother's.  But she doesn't know that..."

	Chuck rubbed his face.  "Well, either of us could take her."

	"It's a bit different for you than it is for me, Son."  Gary drew a
breath.  "If it comes up and you can deal with the implications, go ahead - if
you want to.  I wouldn't blame you if you didn't."

	"The implications?"

	"You'll have to get a grip on your mother and give her a good shake so
she knows who is in charge.  Then you'll have to get her pregnant."

	Chuck nodded.  "Yeah.  I get that."

	"You know how she can be.  You'll have to let her know that things
have changed and she no longer sits above you on the totem pole - and you
might have to be tough about it," Gary advised.  "But if it happens, I don't
want you worrying about what I think - I'm giving you permission.  On the
other hand, if it just creeps you out, don't feel bad about passing it up,
because with any luck I'll be able to get her out later."

	"Kinda nuts, isn't it?"

	Gary nodded.  "Like trying to catch a train without a schedule. Better
get in there."  He nodded at the door.  "Good luck, Son.  I'm proud of you.
I'll be in the waiting room."

	"Thanks, Dad."


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