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Chapter 6 of 16



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 6 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 6

	Four hours later, Shannon's fake eyeglasses were capable of
displaying feeds from the drones -- but that was after the 'augmentation'
period in orbit, which in turn was after the 'discovery' session.

	"... You won't need glasses either when we're done," I pointed out.
"Let's have a look at you..."

	Shannon had already gotten out of the sweater, blouse, skirt, and
leggings for the benefit of the bellboy, and was trying to be comfortable
before me in her bra and cotton panties -- and not really succeeding.
Fortunately, Rachel's description of our escapades to date had been somewhat
of a distraction.  Now, however, I was shining a spotlight, and modesty and
embarrassment hit her full force.  She slowly, diffidently reached up to undo
the front clasp on a bra that looked to me to be capable of supporting a
small truck, bit her lip and let it fall away to the sides, exposing a pair
of very perky tits with puffy areolas.  I schooled my features, but I was
thrilled to death!  The things were BEAUTIFUL!

	I got control of my voice so as not to scare her and murmured, "Go
on..." and she peeled the bra off her shoulders and stood there with it a
moment, dithering, before tossing it on one of the beds.  Then, detecting
that I was awaiting the final reveal, she bent fairly quickly to drop her
panties, which only snagged a bit on her knees on the way to the floor once
they'd cleared her butt.  She stepped out of them and stood there, visibly
willing herself not to cover something, knowing I didn't want her to.  I
didn't say anything -- my throat was dry from the view, gazing at her furry
little dark red pubic bush -- but I whirled my finger and she slowly turned
to display her backside...

	I couldn't find a damned thing wrong with her -- and several were
VERY right!  If you like your women a little coltish -- or maybe even elfin,
Shannon fit the bill perfectly!  Unable to stop myself, I stepped up behind
her and captured her shoulders in my hands, causing her to flinch and give
out a little "Eeek!"  I looked down over her shoulders and could see her
clenched hands; she was struggling to master herself.

	"What's wrong?" I asked.

	"I know I'm..."

	"Absolutely beautiful?" I finished for her.

	"Wh--what?"

	"What is it that you THINK is wrong with you?" I asked.  "Why do you
cover yourself like an old maid?"

	"I'm... skinny..."

	"I wouldn't go that far," I mused.  "Well, maybe I would -- but you
don't need much."

	"Knobby knees..."

	"Kind of a feature with your build," I murmured.  "Leggings draw
undue attention to them."

	"I'm not big up top..."

	"No, but what you have is exquisite," I replied.  "Puffy little caps
like that are unusual -- and a big turn-on for me."

	"My mouth?"

	"I'm unconcerned."

	"Acne?"

	"Pffft!"

	"You're kidding, right?" She was looking at me out of the corner of
her eye.

	"Not at all!  I told Rachel I wanted variety -- something different
from her -- and she suggested you, and she was right on target!  You're a
jewel!"

	"You're teasing me!"

	"I'm not!"  I put my lips on her neck and her knees jellied and she
settled back against me, gasping.  I rubbed her upper arms, then released
them to come up underneath and collect her breasts.  "Why do you wear that
truss?"

	She reached back to rub my hips, which was about all she could get
at.  "They jiggle!"

	"Delightfully, I bet!" I murmured, sucking her neck again.

	"Momma says..."

	"I'm sure whatever it is, it's irrelevant, but tell me anyway..."

	"She says nice girls don't show off like that."

	"Nature gave you some serious weapons to use to get a mate, Hon," I
told her, "and you've been carrying them concealed all this time!"

	"I--I..."  I was rolling my forefingers over her puffy areolas,
teasing the nipples into stiffness.  Shannon began shaking like a leaf.  "I'm
gonna...  Aaaaaawwww!!!"  She undulated under my hands.  "Omigawd!"

	I held her against me until her legs stabilized, the crack of her
little bubble butt against the ridge my erection was making under my fly.
She ground herself against it -- her body knew what to do, even if her brain
wasn't sure.  I released her when she was stable and took her hand, turning
her to face me.  I could have stuck three fingers in the gap between her
thighs at the point where her puffy pussy exposed a pair of dangly inner lips
-- and those thighs were wet!

	"Get a room, you two!" Rachel croaked.

	"We did, and you're in it," I retorted.  "Shannon, you can stop
worrying about your looks, because mine is the only opinion that counts, now,
and I'm pleased to death!  We have other things to do, so I don't think we'll
go much farther at this point..."

	"I haven't done it!" Shannon burst out.

	"Which is an even better reason to make sure you're ready and we have
time to do it properly!" I noted.  "Sit."  I waved at the bed.  Shannon sat
and I sat next to her and patted the bed on my other side.  "You, too, Honey
Bun."  I turned back to Shannon as Rachel settled on my left and I snaked an
arm around her and collected a breast, "I think we've gone through the list
of your perceived physical issues.  Is there anything else?"

	"Isn't that enough?" Shannon eyed me.

	"Well, no.  Understand that we're pretending to be a pre-pack.  That
means you can't be radically altered.  I'm not going to want to do that,
anyway -- it's just unnecessary."

	"It isn't?"

	"No."  Changing the subject, I said, "So what are your parents going
to think?"

	"I, well, what are we gonna tell them?" Shannon asked.

	"For now?  That I've picked you out," I replied.  "For all we know
they know someone who knows someone who knows someone...  Rachel's mother
knows and we can't fix that, but we need to limit it."

	"So, I go home tonight?" Shannon asked.

	"Not tonight, Honey," I replied, tugging her against me.  "The plan
is kind of open at this point, but you're spending the night here -- and you
KNOW what you're doing!"

	"Really?  No joke?" She eyed me with a fine mix of fear and
anticipation.

	"Absolutely."  I thought about it and decided that it was time to
move on to the next phase.  "I'm going to ship us upstairs, now."  I got the
case out and retrieved the transporter pad and pushed the button that
increased the size from that of a dinner plate to that of a manhole cover
after placing it between the two queen beds.

	<Retrieve one of the larger drones,> the AI directed.  <The drone
will hide the pad under the bed after you transport and hide itself.  The
recon drones will continue to occupy the room and continue to be monitored,
in case someone enters the room while you are gone.  In an extremity, the
larger drone can sting an intruder on command.  You will be notified if it
becomes necessary for you to monitor activity here in the room.>  I nodded
and retrieved a large drone and unfolded its various appendages.  The pad lit
and the air shimmered a bit above it and I waved.

	"Rachel, you go first -- you've done it before.  Step clear on the
other end."  Rachel nodded and swept onto the pad -- and disappeared.  I
waved Shannon forward next and she did the same, and then I stepped through.

	Three minutes later, Shannon was in a med tube.  The tech displayed a
three dimensional representation of Shannon and asked, "Okay, so...?"

	"We're undercover so we can't do much," I replied.  "Remove any acne
scars.  Does she have any serious problems in her mouth?"

	The medic pursed his lips, looking at readouts.  "Nothing critical,
but the AI recommends a jaw extension.  Trying to change things seriously at
this late date is probably a waste of time and will change her looks quite a
bit -- and I'm hearing that you don't want that."

	"You're right," I agreed.

	"Standard sexual adjustments?" he asked.

	"Like what?"

	"Tune libido, ensure that she fits you well in all of her holes,
enhance the nerves so that she enjoys it more -- that kind of thing."  He
nodded at Rachel.  "She got it."

	"Someone took something for granted," I growled.  "I didn't authorize
it specifically."

	The medic communed with the AI.  "They didn't do much -- widened her
throat a bit.  She was apparently already a hot little number, sexually."

	"And this one?" I asked.

	The medic pursed his lips.  "Definitely the throat.  Very little
else."  He eyed me.  "How do you pick them?  They're both above average
sexually.  I get good-looking chicks through here all the time with sex
scores just above zero.  These two..."

	"Attitude," I replied.  "Rachel is just a happy chick.  It bleeds
over into everything.  Rachel recommended Shannon, so..."

	"Attitude..." The medic mumbled.  "I'll have to remember that."  He
gathered himself.  "Okay, what else?"

	"Anything obviously wrong, but that won't change her appearance
much," I replied, musing.  "Fix the eyes -- she's going to be wearing special
glasses with video receivers in them.  Oh, and add ten pounds where they will
do the most good -- probably her legs.  Then she needs sensory and muscular
augmentation."

	"Okay..." the medic looked at a few things and then said, "Let's add
that muscle tissue..."

	"Wow!"  Rachel said it, but I was thinking it!  Adding just a little
bit to Shannon's skinny legs made them incredible!  Even the medic was
amazed!

	"You've got a helluva eye, Ensign!" he whistled.

	"We're done," I told him.  "Do it up.  In fact, back the legs off
halfway, but set them up to fill in over a week or so."  The medic nodded and
passed instructions to the tube AI.  "Is there anything there we didn't know
about?"

	"Well, she had her hymen..."

	"Yeah, that won't last."

	"I thinned it a little."

	"I'm sure we'll both thank you," I assured him.  "How long?"

	"This is pretty simple, and you have a priority, so except for the
delayed leg action, we'll do it all in the tube.  Oh, by the way -- body
hair?  She's got quite a muff..."

	"Honey Bun?" I asked.  "What do YOU think?"

	"Mmmmm. Well, trim it a little, I think," Rachel mused.  "Get rid of
the hair on her legs and her pits, and if she has any facial hair...  I think
she'll thank you for that, but she might want to keep her muff."

	"Agreed."  I turned to the medic, then had a thought.  "Can we
examine the area more directly?"  The medic nodded and the image shifted to a
view a gynecologist would normally see, without the stirrups.  I was thinking
she might have more fur along her pussy lips or at her ass, but she didn't.
"Okay, I was just making sure.  Let's bring in the edges of the jungle about
three-quarters of an inch at the legs and bring the length down by half."

	"No, more!" Rachel declared.  "Legs like that deserve a thong!
Double the amount you take off around the edges!"

	"She's a woman, she should know..." I shrugged.  "Do it."

	Rachel looked unhappy.  "I'll never look like that."

	"You shouldn't, Honey Bun -- it isn't you.  You can wear a little
more demure bikini if you want -- or if I want -- and you'll be just fine in
it.  I love you the way you are!"

	"You love me?"  Rachel was suddenly all over me!

	Backed against the wall -- literally -- while she pressed herself
against me, I had little recourse.  "Of COURSE I do!"  I started rubbing her
ass -- everything else was too close and she had her lips pressed to my neck.

	"Can we go somewhere and do it while we wait?" Rachel husked.  "I
want you so!"

	"I'm sure we can..."  Five minutes later, we were in a 'waiting
lounge' up the hall and Rachel was sucking my cock while gazing up at me in
adoration!

	That was just the warm-up -- both of us wanted me in her pussy!  I
pushed her onto her back and put my hands behind her knees, pushing them back
to her shoulders on the outsides of her breasts and sheathed myself in her
hot, wetly clutching pussy and started long-stroking -- and it was every bit
as wild and loud as it had been that morning in her bed!  I couldn't get
enough of watching her puff and pant and her little toes curl as she got
close -- and then the rolling clutch of her pussy as she surged underneath
me, howling out her joy!  I didn't keep count, but I know Rachel got off at
least three times before the one that sucked the cum out of my cock in long,
intense pulses!

	I was collapsed on her, being caressed and crooned to when the AI hit
me with <Your police support team is attempting to contact you.>

	I stiffened.  'Can you patch them through?'

	<Connecting.>

	"Scott?  Where are you?"

	"Sorry, Red.  We transported out from inside the suite to get Shannon
worked on.  We'll be back around six -- then we can go over the plan for the
evening."

	"Okay, sounds good.  Next time..."

	"Yeah, sorry!"

	"What was that?" Rachel asked.

	"Red, looking for us," I replied.  "AI, Rachel and Shannon need
hidden communications."

	"The collars provide communications for concubines." The AI responded
aloud through speakers in Rachel's collar.

	"True, but they can be heard by others," I argued.  "This is
undercover work -- that isn't acceptable."

	The AI shifted to room speakers.  "Wireless earbuds will be
provided."

	"Shannon no longer needs eyeglasses -- but I want her to be able to
see probe feeds -- and possibly transmit what she sees."

	"Modified eyeglasses will be provided -- and a suitably modified
iPhone for Rachel."

	"Thanks."

	Shannon was ready when we'd gotten up and showered.  The medic
briefed Shannon on the changes, warning her that her jaw might be a little
sore off and on for a few days while minor adjustments to extend her jaw a
bit, repairing certain issues with her bite, were in process.  "Also, you're
a little bit superhuman as far as strength and reflexes are concerned.  Your
sponsor has had similar but more extensive mods, so it isn't an issue with
him, but be a little more careful with others -- you're stronger than you
were.  The modifications are in place to enhance your survivability."

	"How much stronger?  How much faster?" Shannon asked.

	"The increase is on the order of fifty percent," the medic replied.
"You will be able to overmatch a normal male in strength -- but not, say, a
professional weight lifter or a gym rat.  Speed and reflexes should carry you
against one of them, however.  Your vision and hearing are better than
perfect, as are the rest of your senses..."

	Shannon was a bit agitated.  "Can I have something to wear?"

	The medic looked at me, and I responded, "No.  Go over there and look
in the mirror."

	Shannon flinched a bit at my response, but obeyed dutifully.

	"I've gained weight!"

	"A few pounds, well-distributed," I agreed.  "What do you think?"

	"My legs look a lot nicer..."

	"They'll improve further over the next week, but we couldn't change
you instantly into a hottie."

	"I'm not a..." Shannon began.

	"Oh, yes you are, Sweetie!" Rachel burst out.  "I've seen the final
product!  By the end of next week you'll have legs to die for!"

	Shannon looked at me.  "You didn't increase my bust..."

	"Damned straight, I didn't!" I agreed, "Those things are BEAUTIFUL!
Any attempt to change them might ruin them!"

	"I'm STILL not a hottie!" Shannon insisted.  "I still have zits and
pits..."  She rubbed a cheek, then went, "Oh!" and examined herself closely
in the mirror.  "They're gone!"

	"Yeah, how about that?" I chuckled.  "You need to look at what is
really there, not go on memory.  Things have changed."

	"Wow..."  She took a good look, dazed, then looked up at my
reflection, her face pink.  "Who trimmed my..."

	"It was done in the tube," I told her.  "I asked Rachel for an
opinion.  Like it?"

	"I'm surprised that you didn't just take it off..."

	"AI, give us a projection."  The 3-D image of Shannon appeared in the
air.  "Remove the pubic hair."  The AI did so.  I turned to her.  "Well?"

	Shannon grimaced.  "I don't know..."

	"I do," I retorted.  "I don't like it.  You're a woman, not a pre-
teen.  AI, switch off.  No, wait.  Do you want it tuned?  Want to see less?"

	"No, this is good," Shannon agreed.  The image disappeared.

	"It'll stay like that," the medic noted.  "And you'll never have to
shave your legs or under your arms again."

	"Oh!  THAT's nice!" Shannon exclaimed.

	"Shannon was forever nicking those legs..." Rachel related.

	"About clothes..." Shannon began.

	"You wear what I say you wear," I replied.  "You can make
suggestions, but..."

	Rachel cut in, "They wouldn't be any good, anyway -- you're a
HORRIBLE dresser, Shannon!  It's half your problem!"

	Shannon frowned.  "Oh, all right!  I just don't feel comfortable like
this, is all!"

	"You'll get used to it," the medic declared.  I didn't say anything,
but I was in full agreement.

	"Ensign, please move your concubines to the next room so the
equipment issue and training can begin," the AI interjected.

	So Shannon got her fancy eyeglasses and they both got faux iPhones
and a small assortment of necklaces and pendants in case the collars -- which
resembled cameo chokers -- were too obvious.  Looking at the jewelry, I had
an idea.

	'I want a little something -- purely decorative -- for both of them,'
I subvocalized to the AI.  After some description and a short period of
design, during which the girls continued their training, we came to agreement
and the AI let me know that the jewelry had been replicated.  I collected
them and made the presentation.

	"Girls..."  I handed them each a small bracelet in white gold -- a
light, thin chain with a small tag with their names engraved on the front in
flowing script between a couple of small diamonds -- and 'I belong to Scott'
engraved on the back.  "They're ankle bracelets," I related.  "Rings are kind
of obvious and out of character for what we're doing -- and besides, I think
ankle bracelets are sexy..."

	"It's beautiful!" Rachel exclaimed, leaping into my arms.  "Oh, thank
you!"  She gave me a big hug and put her foot up on a chair and began putting
it on.

	Shannon stood staring at hers.  "I'm just not used to this..."  She
looked up at me.  "And I'm not a woman."

	"Check in with me later tonight," I replied.  "In the meantime..."  I
waved for her to put it on.

	"I can't!" Shannon croaked.  "My hands are too shaky."

	"Put your foot up," I directed, taking it from her.  Then I squatted
and put it on her, closing the double clasp.  "Now you're mine.  I now
pronounce you concubine."

	"More like love slave!" Rachel retorted, hugging me from behind.

	"That works," I grinned rotating to pull her in against my side.
"Come here," I directed Shannon.  She came forward diffidently and I tucked
her against me, too, at which point she seemed to relax and flow against me.
I brought my hands up until each had collected a handful of tit flesh; Rachel
basically pressed hers into my hand, but Shannon stiffened momentarily before
relaxing even further.

	After a moment, I sighed and kissed them both on the top of the head.
"We need to go, girls."  Taking their hands, I led them off to the
transporter room.

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	The room hadn't changed; the AI reported that the room hadn't been
disturbed beyond Red knocking on the door.  I phoned Red to notify him that
we'd returned while Rachel dressed and got Shannon into a subset of her
previous outfit -- minus the sweater and without buttoning the blouse all the
way to her neck, but we let her keep the leggings -- and we let Red and Mike
in.

	"Okay, so what's the plan for the evening?" Red asked.

	"Well, we're off to a good start being discreetly visible here," I
replied.  "Trouble happened in the lounge?"

	"Yeah.  The woman was married.  We THINK it was the husband -- he
disappeared, afterward -- but we don't have surveillance or good witnesses to
prove it, and the perp who shot the sponsor and the woman got away clean.  If
the husband came in, we wouldn't have a case without a good confession -- he
would walk," Red replied, "We can't prove it was him -- and we aren't sure,
ourselves, despite the fact that he skated.  One theory has it that he either
was in or was in contact with an EF cell and they put a hit man on it and
then sucked him in and posted him elsewhere -- maybe to do the same kind of
thing.  We've been seeing a bit of that -- out of town guys suddenly popping
people.  A couple who have been caught turned out to be related to dead
members of pre-packs killed by someone else with their prospective sponsors."

	"That implies some organization -- and maybe a training camp," I
noted.

	"Yeah," Red nodded.  "Homeland Security is looking for training
sites, since it is domestic terrorism."

	"Okay," I nodded.  "There are some clothing stores here in the
downtown area -- I was thinking that the three of us would go around and make
some purchases -- and I would show some serious control over what they are,
if you know what I mean -- and then we will come back to the restaurant for
dinner and, after a quick hop upstairs to have the girls put on something
fetching, a couple of hours in the lounge with me demonstrating ownership."

	Red nodded.  "It probably won't happen tonight, but if there is
someone on staff feeding targets to a cell, you'll show up on their radar."

	"Exactly."

	Red looked at Mike.  "We'll probably need a female detective or two."

	I nodded.  "If the department can spare it."

	"I'll ask.  With the Confederacy footing the bill, we probably can."
Red got on the phone and I had a thought...

	'AI, can we get a couple more of those modified iPhones?' I asked,
'The police might recognize someone we wouldn't from surveillance.'

	<Very well.  Set up the transporter.>  I slid it out from under the
bed and hit the power button.  <Delivery... now.>  The air shimmered and four
of the devices appeared on the pad.  <They are on loan.>

	'Understood.'

	<Have the detectives hold their current phones in proximity to the
new devices and numbers and other presets will be programmed into it.>

	'Right.  Thanks.'  There was no response -- AIs aren't much for
social niceties, apparently.

	Red and Mike were eyeing the transport pad, bemused.  "Fancy
surveillance gear, dummied up to look like an iPhone," I told them, passing
out two of the phones.  "Shannon, would you show them how to use these?"
Shannon nodded and proceeded to go into lecture mode.

	"This is great stuff!" Red burbled after a short demonstration.  "You
could move these in anywhere!"

	"Yeah, but eventually you would have a civil liberties case on your
hands, I think," I replied, watching him clumsily direct a drone around the
room.  Fortunately, flies move like that all the time...  "We can get away
with it due to the Homeland Security dispensation and acts passed to support
government cooperation with the Confederacy, but locally, you might collect
an ACLU lawsuit."

	"Yeah, well..."  Red didn't seem any too concerned, so I didn't get
excited, either.  "Thirty minutes and we can get a couple of female patrol
officers into civilian clothes."

	"Is that good?" I asked.

	"They'll be thrilled, I think.  It's something they can hang out on
their resume when they buck for detective."

	"Good."  Where possible, everyone was treating life as business as
usual until the Sa'arm landed -- and that was probably the way to go, once
you'd done all you could to prepare.  Certainly, running around exclaiming
that the sky is falling wasn't going to accomplish anything.  Maybe they
would make detective...  "We'll wait."

	Sure enough, thirty minutes later, there was a phone call and a
knock, and two young women came through the door.  One was tall and thin, but
rangy and looked vaguely like a gym rat.  The other was a little shorter, a
little wider, and black.  "Officer Bates," Red waved at the tall one,
"Officer Thorndyke."  Waving at me, he handled the other end, "Ensign Scott
Harshman, Confed Navy."

	"Cheryl," Bates offered, extending a hand.

	"Alisha," Thorndyke added, following her lead.

	I shook hands with both of them, then handled the introduction of my
girls, "Rachel Mercer Harshman and Shannon Fawkes Harshman, my concubines."

	Bates looked amused.  "You're done hunting, then, I guess."

	"Not quite," I replied brusquely.  While Bates registered surprise
and Thorndyke's lips described an 'O' I continued with, "We're going
shopping, and I'm going to pretend -- or maybe not pretend -- to be a male
chauvinist pig enjoying the fact that he has total control over the wardrobes
of the women slavishly following him around under the impression that he's
their ticket offworld.  Then we'll be dining and dancing here at the hotel,
pretending to be pretending that they're not my harem.  Naturally, we'll be
slipping up regularly, but trying to keep a low profile.  The plan is to
flush an Earth First cell that has been doing assassinations."  I turned to
Red.  "Do you want to take over and show them their new toys and impart
whatever departmental guidelines they need to deal with?"

	"Yeah, thanks."  Red was grinning a little; from what I could tell,
he was enjoying the way I jerked the rug out from under Bates, in particular.

	The only pertinent question I heard, I got from Thorndyke:  "Do we
get to buy anything?"

	"The Confederacy will reimburse reasonable expenses to the department
accounts," I replied, then went into a discussion with the AI.  Moments
later, four charge cards appeared on the transporter pad.  Picking them up, I
doled them out.  "Here.  Don't go wild, but I'm told that you'd be surprised
what the limit is.  Do whatever is necessary to remain in character."  I eyed
Bates, in particular.  "Speaking of being in character -- Rachel and Shannon
are not just here for decoration.  Each had been augmented to improve her
survivability and each is equipped with surveillance gear at least as good as
yours.  They are my women and they are NOT disposable!  Tales you may have
heard about using concubines as cannon-fodder do not apply!  Is that
understood?"

	Red glared at Bates and she barked, "Yes, Sir!"  Thorndyke nodded.  I
mused that Alisha was a helluva lot friendlier than Cheryl.  In fact, she
seemed ready to vamp a bit.  Red motioned Bates out the door -- to talk to
her privately no doubt -- and Mike came forward and muttered, "Nice job
pulling Bates' fangs."

	"What's up with her?" I asked.

	"Bit of a dyke -- or pretends to be.  She thinks it's going to move
her career forward -- I don't."

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	Ten minutes later, we went out in three groups:  Red and Cheryl,
Rachel, Shannon and I, and Mike and Alisha.  There was a women's clothing
store just up the block and we gravitated to it one group at a time,
pretending that we didn't know one another.  I had four drones sweeping the
area, two in close and two rotating and watching the externals a hundred
eighty degrees apart.

	Once inside, I ensconced myself in a chair and let the girls select
things and bring them to me for approval or disapproval.  Shannon, in
particular, had it tough -- she was used to dressing conservatively, and
neither Rachel nor I let her get away with it.  Actually, it worked well for
us, as it was exactly the thing we wanted to accomplish.

	Once they'd picked a few things, it was time to try them on -- and I
made a nuisance of myself by going back into the changing area regularly.
One of the saleswomen got seriously uptight about it, but my women weren't
complaining -- even when being fondled -- so the other took her aside and
told her to lighten up.  I know they were seeing dollar signs.  Female
customers tended to vent outrage once -- at which point, the saleswoman would
draw them aside and tell them, "He's got to have a score..."  After that,
they tended to pretend to ignore my appearances, at a minimum -- and a couple
started leaving the doors open to their changing rooms.

	Red apparently coached Cheryl to make a fuss -- and then quashed it
publicly with the comment, "Oh, come on -- you're just pissed that you're at
the back of the line!"  Cheryl blushed fire-engine red, very authentically --
then got huffy and stood in the door of her cubby while trying on thongs,
giving Red looks that said, 'You asked for it!'  I drifted over once and
adjusted the back of one, then examined it casually and ran a finger along
one side of the little triangle in front and said, "You need to trim things a
bit more for this one."  There were some snorts and giggles.

	We picked up a few things -- largely for Shannon -- and headed out.
The store really wasn't equipped to handle plus-size women.  Fortunately,
there was a store that did just a block or so up the street, and Alisha was
close enough in size to Rachel that she and Mike could take the lead of the
support team.  We headed on over to the second target in basically the
reverse of the original formation.

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