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Chapter 8



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 8 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 MMMF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

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

Chapter 8

	"I'LL SAY!" came from the doorway.  "Who the Hell are you and what
did you do with Shannon?"

	"Rache!" Shannon squealed, "Omigod!  I had NO IDEA!  He's
STUPENDOUS!"

	"Yes, he is, Sweetie!" Rachel agreed, "Yes, he is!"

	"Oh, yeah -- like you had nothing to do with it!" I croaked.

	"Modest, too!" Rachel cackled.

	"You were WONDERFUL!" Shannon insisted.  "I was scared to death but
you took your time and pretty soon I was too hot to say no and I remember
worrying because it was so huge but then..."  She rocked back and forth on my
lap and got this look of amazement.  "It still IS!"  She planted her feet on
the mattress and started plunging up and down.  "OMIGAWD!"

	"Uh.  Uuh..."  I was going to tell her I couldn't handle it like
that, but my cock was talking to me, telling me it was too good to make her
stop!  "Hold on..."  I gave a lurch and fell backwards and then I was on my
back and she was riding me cowgirl, squatting like a frog, reaching back to
brace on my upraised knees.  I'm not sure how I did it without pulling my hip
out of joint, but I did.

	"Yeah!  Oboy!"  Shannon went to town for about a minute like that and
then leaned forward and started waving a hand so I reached up and grabbed it
and she laced her fingers in mine so I brought up the other one and she
linked with it, too, and used my arms to brace herself while she pumped,
somehow shifting her legs so she knelt over me, her pussy cycling up and down
my shaft like a one cylinder engine, the little cones on her chest bobbing
with the impacts.  I watched her eyes glaze as she panted, "Oh, this is SOOO
GOOOOD!"  Her eyes got that look in them again and I knew that something
about this position was even more intense; she threw back her head and I
thought she was going to scream loud enough to be heard in the restaurant
several floors below -- but nothing came out, despite the fact that her lungs
pumped like a bellows!  She ground herself against me for ten or fifteen
seconds and then flopped forward, barely catching herself, and gasped,
"Omigod!  The ecstasy!  I could die!"  Then she was bolt-upright again,
pumping.  "Kiss him for me, Rache!  I can't reach him like this!"

	Suddenly, Rachel's face was there, coming in from my right, and her
lips descended on mine and I was drawn into her kiss.  It didn't attenuate
things -- somehow, it was additive, and when Shannon exploded in climax the
next time, I was ready and blasted away inside her for a second time.

	When she was done this time, Shannon collapsed forward until she was
being held up by my hands, with hers pressed against her narrow shoulders.

	"Oh, God -- I can't move!" she croaked.

	Rachel backed off and I lowered Shannon onto me and she managed to
stretch out her legs.

	I turned my head to my right, where Rachel knelt, beaming in
happiness at the obvious success of our mating.  "Come to bed, Honey Bun.
Kill the lights and snuggle up."  Shannon was already boneless.  Rachel
killed the lights and snuggled up as close as she could and I managed to
drift off like that.

	I awoke wet and sticky from the mixture of our juices that dribbled
out of Shannon onto my crotch and with an urgent need to urinate.  I rolled
to my left and put Shannon on her back -- she barely stirred -- then got up
to go clean up.

	 A washrag didn't cut it -- I needed a full shower before I felt
clean.  Then I had to take a towel back to bed to deal with the wet spot.  By
then, I was wide awake, so I spent a while in the suite's sitting room, just
trying to catch up with myself.  It was probably three a.m. when Rachel came
in and kissed me on the neck and whispered, "Come to bed."  I crawled in and
she spooned herself against my back and I slept, then, until the alarm went
off.

	Someone shut it off.  I opened an eye and Shannon knelt above me,
asking, "What do I do for you?  Do I suck you?  I don't know how.  Rache?
Help!"

	"You settle down and come down here and snuggle up for a few minutes
-- there is no need to get excited," I replied.  "You back that bubble butt
of yours against my cock and you make sure I get a nice handful of titty and
let me enjoy the feel of you.  If I want to be sucked, I'll let you know --
right now, I don't."  I waited while she crawled into position.  "Did you get
enough last night?" I asked, kissing her neck.

	Shannon shivered.  "I don't think I'll EVER get enough -- but I
couldn't go any longer."  After a moment, she added apologetically, "I'm sore
today, though."

	"That's a good reason for there to be two of you," I replied,
"although I'm a bit sore, too.  You beat the Hell out of my pubic bone!"

	"Poor Rache," Shannon muttered, "She didn't get any."

	"Except for twice yesterday morning and once while you were in the
med tube!" I chuckled.

	"It's not enough!" Rachel declaimed melodramatically.  She had her
wrist to her forehead, the perfect picture of martyrdom.  She dropped the arm
and grinned.  "We may need a third -- I'm a little sore, too, although if you
think I wouldn't climb on if it was offered, you're sadly mistaken!"

	"We're supposed to hit four," I noted, "although how long at a
stretch I can pretend to be Superman is open to question!"

	<You will find that you have all of the resources required to service
your harem,> the AI announced fatuously.  I rolled my eyes.  The girls
giggled, so I knew the comment wasn't private.

	"Oh, God..." Shannon shuddered.  "I think I could cum just from your
lips on my neck!"

	I chuckled and let up.  "We might try that sometime, but for now we
probably ought to cycle through the showers.  I had one, VERY early, so you
two go ahead."

	I released Shannon and she staggered up and headed off, cupping her
crotch.  "Gawd!  What a mess!" she exclaimed.  Rachel laughed.

	"Hey, those are valuable!  You hang onto every one of them!" I
exclaimed.  Shannon turned around and eyed me in puzzlement and I burst out
laughing.  "Go on!"  I waved her off.

	"Finally!  I get you all to myself!"  Rachel grabbed my cock and
rolled her lips over it.  "I want my breakfast!  Cream of baby!"  I reached
up to push her away, but she was VERY persuasive!  Shannon came back out of
the bathroom wearing a towel around her head and another around her body just
in time for me to spew cum into Rachel's mouth.

	"What's this?" she asked.

	"I was hungry," Rachel gurgled.  "Want some?"

	"Uh, maybe later -- I just brushed my teeth," Shannon replied
faintly.  I chuckled, suspecting that there was more to it than that.

	Rachel made a production of swallowing, then announced brightly, "My
turn!"

	I got up, threw on some clothing, and rang the next room.  Red was
up.

	"So what other breakfast places are on the hit list?" I asked.

	"It's kind of thin, actually," Red replied.  "There is a chain diner
up on Broad -- but the excitement was at dinner, not breakfast.  Maybe you
should just eat downstairs?"

	"It's a thought," I agreed, nodding.  "We can hit somewhere else at
lunch."

	"It's a plan..."

	It took another forty minutes, but eventually everyone on shift was
downstairs in the restaurant.  Mike and Alisha were sleeping in and Red and
Cheryl were covering; my girls were under-dressed and I was over-familiar and
the waitress blushed -- but no evidence of any EF surveillance surfaced.  I
wondered if it was just early or we were wasting our time.

	We were just finishing up when Shannon's phone rang -- the
replacement I'd gotten her.

	Shannon's face assumed and expression of dread, but she said, "Hi,
Momma!" brightly.

	The result was a virtual scream!  I couldn't make out the words and
it might as well have been cursing -- it was CERTAINLY invective!  Shannon
held the phone away from her ear, grimacing, and when the person on the other
end finally drew a breath, she said, "I spent the night with Rachel."

	There was another blast, at the end of which Shannon insisted, "I
certainly did!  We just weren't at her house.  Say hello to Momma, Rachel."
She held out the phone.

	"Hi, Mrs. Fawkes!" Rachel said brightly -- but with the same grimace
as the one Shannon wore.

	There was another stream of outrage, to which Shannon replied calmly,
"No, we weren't at any fraternity parties.  Actually, there was a dance party
at a hotel downtown...  No, Momma.  Yes, Momma.  Please, Momma!  Settle down!
Your blood pressure!  Yes, I'll see you in a little while, after class...
Yes, Momma..."  She hung up.  "We, uh, need to fix this."

	"Do we?"  I smiled crookedly.  "Is it as ugly as it seems?"

	Shannon opened her mouth for a denial, but Rachel beat her to the
punch.  "Yes, actually, it is!  Shannon's momma makes the Wicked Witch of the
West look like a party animal!"

	"You needn't ever go back," I said gently.  "You've been picked up --
literally."

	Shannon sighed.  "No...  We need to do things the way you said.  It's
actually possible that Momma would know someone who knew someone..."  She
looked up and showed some fangs.  "Besides, I want to see her face when I
tell her I've joined a pre-pack!"

	Rachel snorted her coffee and nearly fell out of her chair, laughing!
"Oh, Man!  So do I!  You KNOW she'll kick you out of the house!"

	Shannon smiled crookedly.  "And that's bad?"  She paused and added,
"She said she called your house and your dad is in an uproar -- and that
there might be some boy involved..."  Her eyes swept to me.

	"I guess today is old home day," I sighed.  I had no idea just how
ugly things could get...

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

	I briefed our escort and we decided that they probably weren't needed
for the family visits.  I packed drones, anyway -- and the AI suggested that
we station a couple at each set of parents' homes, just in case, so we would
know if they talked to someone and we were blown or perhaps an Earth First
team might use them for bait.  The AI would handle routine monitoring.  I got
another case with six small drones and two large ones for the purpose, which
I took with me as I headed downstairs.  We got in the Escalade and headed for
Shannon's house.

	One look at Shannon's mother and I knew that she got all of her good
parts from her daddy.  The fact that he wasn't around and the house had that
feel to it that said he hadn't been in some time said a few things, too.
Shannon's mother was an angry-looking stick-figure in a droopy housedress who
had 'Bible Thumper' written on her in big letters.  She spent two minutes
haranguing Shannon and I was amazed that she managed to make everyone present
feel lower than a snake without a single curse.  But she was NASTY -- and
practiced at it!  Shannon waited until she'd called us all 'spawn' and
'degenerate' and several other things before she even opened her mouth -- but
when she did...

	"You're right, Momma -- I'm justifying your poor opinion of me.
Scott is creating a pre-pack, and I've agreed to go with him..."

	Watching Mrs. Fawkes' response, I realized that I'd never seen a
conniption before...  The woman had one, though.  I was wondering whether we
needed to call the paramedics when the woman rounded on me and howled, "You!
Get out of my house!  I won't have you in it, corrupting my daughter!  Leave,
while she's still unsullied anywhere but her mind..."

	Shannon grew fangs and announced, "Oh, he did THAT last night, Momma!
And it was WONDERFUL!"

	In her rage, Mrs, Fawkes seemed to grow a foot -- and looked like she
was gathering her powers to cast an evil spell or pronounce a curse!  She
actually whipped off and came back with a broom and I allowed myself to be
run out of her home rather than be beaten with the thing, since using a
stinger on her was out of character!  Shannon and Rachel apparently emptied
Shannon's room of anything valuable over the next ten minutes or so, coming
out with a couple of large canvas bags.  Shannon's mother stood behind them
on the porch as they came up the walk to the Escalade, screeching, "Begone!
You are not my child!  I want nothing further to do with you and the spawn
you associate with!  You are disowned!"

	I sat there as the pair of them stowed Shannon's gear in the back of
the SUV.  "That went well..."

	Rachel grinned as she climbed up into the front seat.  "We're
practiced at it -- it's happened three or four times."

	I turned to Shannon.  "She takes you back?"

	"Well, I have to COME back," she noted.  "This time, I would probably
have to stay away for a couple of weeks -- and be grounded for longer than
that..."

	"Then you just said goodbye, I think," I muttered, glad that I'd
already released two drones into the Fawkes home.

	<Mrs. Fawkes is telephoning the Mercer residence,> the AI announced.
<Do you wish to monitor?>

	"Don't!" Rachel advised.  "Let Momma tell us the important parts
later -- we've had enough, I think."

	I agreed.  We got out of there.

	After we returned to the hotel and Shannon stowed her bags in the
room -- with appropriate fanfare while going through the lobby, which meant,
more or less, that I went unencumbered while Rachel and Shannon struggled
with the bags -- it was lunch time, so Red and Cheryl and the girls and I
went out to eat at a chain restaurant that had seen a couple of pickups and
one incident.  Nothing happened, but I had an uneasy feeling...

	"Let's keep this as a target," I told Red as we made our exit.
"There was something..."

	"Yeah," Red agreed.  "I'm going to go over the drone surveillance.
Something triggered my trouble detector, too."

	Red and Cheryl went off-shift, officially, at mid-afternoon, although
they had things to do at the police station and Red planned to do that
analysis of the surveillance data.  That meant that Mike and Alisha were the
ones parked across the street when we returned to Rachel's.

	After greeting us and making a basic effort at hospitality, poor Faye
sat at the kitchen table and rubbed her face.  "Roger is in an uproar -- I
didn't tell him everything, as you requested, so he's making assumptions.
Rachel, your bedroom still smelled like sex eight hours later -- your father
is going to be absolutely impossible!  Then Mrs. Fawkes called..."  We all
three made an effort to commiserate and console the poor harried woman.  I
felt bad -- I really did!

	Nick came in soon after and announced, "Hey, Sis!  You've done it
this time!  Dad is absolutely beside himself!  I've never seen him foaming at
the mouth like he did after sticking his head in your room yesterday
afternoon!  And then you didn't come home..."

	We barely got Nick settled down when Roger came through the door.

	"Roger!  You're early!" Faye burst out.

	"I couldn't work!  That Fawkes woman called me to tell me her
daughter had joined a pre-pack with Rachel and... you!" he whirled on me.
"Apparently, she's been 'sullied' -- which I take to mean that you had sex
with HER, too, like you did with MY daughter under my own roof!  Who do you
think you are?"

	"Daddy..."

	"Rachel, go to your room!  You can clean it while you're there and do
your bedding!"

	"Roger..." Faye tried to get a word in edgewise.

	Meanwhile, Roger ranted, "Everybody knows that pre-packs are just a
way for horny high-CAP guys to entrap women into waiting on them hand and
foot sexually while they wait for a pickup that probably won't ever come!
You're an abuser -- a fraud!  You probably don't even HAVE a decent CAP
score!  I want you out of my house!"

	"Roger!" Faye tried again.

	"Shut up, Faye!"

	"Daddy!"

	"Rachel, I TOLD you to go to your room!"

	"NO!"

	"What do you MEAN, no?" Roger turned on his daughter, his fists
clenched.  He was red in the face and I began to fear that he might have a
heart attack -- or offer violence to Rachel.  I made an executive decision at
that point...

	"I mean, NO, Daddy!" Rachel stood there, unflinching.  "You're my
father, but you don't have that kind of control over me anymore!"

	"As long as you live under MY roof..."

	"She doesn't!" I erupted, "She lives under mine!"

	"You!  You're an unemployed ex-soldier looking to become a sailor!"
Roger rasped.  "And if you don't leave, I'm calling the police!"

	"Roger!" Faye tried a third time.  Roger flicked her a glance that
said that they would have their OWN argument, later -- but it was time for me
to draw fire...

	"I am NOT!" I erupted, "I'm an Ensign in the Confederacy Navy and
Rachel is ALREADY my concubine!  So is Shannon!"

	Roger drew a breath to keep going, but Faye tried again, "ROGER!  HE
IS!  I'VE SEEN EVIDENCE!"

	"What?" Roger looked perplexed.

	"I'm an officer in the Confederacy Navy," I insisted, fishing out my
military ID and handing it to him.  "Rachel is my concubine.  She's already
been in orbit once -- haven't you, Honey Bun?"

	"Honey Bun..." Roger snarled, eyeing my ID.  He glared at his
daughter.  "You LIKE being called that?"

	"Yes, Daddy."  Rachel nodded.  "A LOT!"

	"This..."  He waved my ID.  "How would I ever know that it is
authentic?"

	"AI," I sighed, "Computer..."

	<In process.>

	"Let's go look at your computer," I suggested.

	"Why?"

	"We're going to use it to verify my claims."

	"Very well..."  He waved me forward.  Rachel fell in behind, followed
by Shannon and Faye.  Nick brought up the rear.

	Five minutes later, Roger was holding in his hands a paper copy of
the document that proclaimed that his daughter was my property.  "I don't
know whether to be thrilled or disgusted," he grunted, eyeing Rachel.  "My
daughter the sex slave."

	"I prefer to think of it as marriage," Rachel replied airily.
"Scotty is just very much in charge.  I like THAT, too!"

	Roger turned on me, "You LIED to me, Young Man, in the restaurant!"

	I grimaced.  "Actually, I didn't, Sir.  When I spoke to you, my
situation was just what I said it was.  I was picked up and made Rachel mine
later that night."

	"So when you..." He waved at Rachel's bedroom.

	"She was already mine."  I nodded.

	Nick was whipping out his phone.  "Don't!" Rachel yelped.

	"Why not?  I'm famous!" Nick retorted.

	"Because we're here on Confederacy business and there is some secrecy
involved," I replied.  "You could blow our cover.  It's not a coincidence
that we're still on Earth."

	"So, spy business?" Nick asked, visibly excited.

	"We're trying to flush out an Earth First cell," I replied.  "It's a
bit dangerous -- and would be worse if they knew what we were up to."

	"You're putting my daughter in danger?" Roger demanded.

	"I volunteered, Daddy!" Rachel retorted.  "I COULD be sitting on my
big butt in orbit, but I want to help -- and it turns out that I can!
Besides, they did some things in orbit to help me be safer..."

	"Like what?" Roger snarled.  "Frankly, I'm surprised that you're not
virtually unrecognizable..."

	"In the first place," I replied, "we wouldn't look like a pre-pack if
Rachel and Shannon looked like Barbie dolls -- and in the second, I have no
plans to ruin either of them by making them cookie-cutter babes.  I like them
both as they are."

	"Hey, look a little closer, Dad!" Nick erupted, "Ol' Crater Face is
missing her zits!"

	Roger froze and looked at Shannon and grunted.  "What did YOU get?"
he asked his daughter.

	"That's classified," I interjected.

	"I'll never have to shave my legs again!" Rachel offered, grinning.

	Roger snorted, but Faye said, "Hmmmm..."

	"Most of it isn't visible, obviously," I supplied.  "It couldn't be.
I can't really go into details..."

	"Armpits?" Faye asked.

	Rachel grinned and nodded.  "I'd show you my trim, but Daddy is upset
enough..."

	Faye eyed me.  "What else do you plan?"

	"Nothing.  She's beautiful -- why change her?"

	"Isn't Scotty sweet?" Rachel erupted.

	"Maybe a little weight?" Faye asked, ignoring her daughter.

	"I dunno.  Do that little wiggle thing you do, Honey Bun."

	"You mean this?" Rachel produced the wiggle.

	"Yeah," I grunted.  "That gives me chills every time I see it.  I
don't want to do something that fixes her so she can't do it.  What I can --
did -- do is fix it so she won't grow, except for pregnancy, and will shrink
back afterward and stay pretty much as she is for quite a while.  Later, if
she REALLY wants something changed..."  I shrugged.

	"See?  He's wonderful!" Rachel bubbled.

	"And you're a sex slave!" Roger rasped.

	"If you'd seen us having sex, you'd know THAT isn't a burden!" Rachel
shot back.  "Scotty is an absolute GOD in bed!"

	Roger winced and turned on his wife.  "YOU knew!  And you didn't tell
me!"

	"You were... already upset, Dear," Faye said carefully.  "I didn't
want to make things worse.  Besides, there was the veil of secrecy..."

	"HE didn't keep it a secret!" Roger waved at me.

	"It was MY decision to make!" I shot back, "and NOT hers!  I decided
to make you aware to keep you from having to go to the hospital with a stroke
or something!"

	<Have Rachel show Nick her new phone,> the AI hit me with.  Rachel
flicked a glance at me and I nodded, and she turned to Nick.

	"Look at my new phone!" she announced, handing it to him.

	"Ouch!  It's got sharp edges!" Nick yipped, then fell silent.  Since
I'd stopped talking to watch the byplay, everyone else did, too, and slowly
turned to Nick, who was staring at the phone screen.

	'What's going on?' I asked the AI.

	<A post-hypnotic suggestion is being implanted to keep Nicholas
Mercer from revealing details of your current mission,> the AI replied.  <The
same may be required for Roger Mercer.>

	"What's happening?" Roger asked.

	'Shannon!  Offer Roger your phone!' I directed.

	"Nothing, I'm sure, Mr. Mercer," Shannon declared.  "He just seems to
be getting into the screen saver.  Here's mine..."

	"Ouch!  Nick is right -- the damned thing bit me!" Then Roger lapsed
into silence...

	"Okay..."  Faye eyed me sidelong.

	"Nick was Hell-bent on telling someone what is going on, so the AI is
hypnotizing him and implanting an inhibition.  Roger doesn't seem to be all
that stable, sooo..."

	"And me?"

	"You've already proven pretty trustworthy..."

	The AI piped up through the computer with, "If you would like, we can
condition you, too, since your daughter's safety hinges upon your silence --
but Ensign Harshman can make that decision."

	"That's all?" Faye asked.  "We just can't talk about..." she whirled
her finger.

	"That is all," the AI intoned.

	"When Nicky is done, then.  What's with the being poked?"

	"The introduction of a mild hypnotic via a small needle," the AI
replied.

	Nicky picked that moment to look up.  "So?  It's an iPhone..."

	"Show your mother," I directed.  Nick passed the phone.  Faye
flinched but said nothing, and became absorbed in the screen.  "What's up
with Dad?"

	"The screen saver," I replied.  "It gets them every time."  Roger
looked up a moment later, grunted, and handed the phone back to Shannon.
Faye remained absorbed for a few seconds, but Nick provided a distraction by
chiding, "What's up, Dad?  Never seen technology before?"  By the time Roger
was done glaring at his son, Faye was back.

	"What did I miss?" she asked Rachel.

	"Nothing, fortunately," I replied in Rachel's place.  "I imagine you
can tell them whatever, now, Honey Bun," I told Rachel.

	"Okay..."  Rachel thought about it.  "I can see and hear better than
normal -- and I can throw you out that window over there, Big Brother -- and
you couldn't outrun me if you tried!"

	"Oh, yeah?"  Nick got turned around, but Rachel had covered eight
feet and was holding him by a bicep before he could get moving.  Roger and
Faye watched, bemused, as Nick TRIED to move forward against Rachel's one-
handed grip.  After a moment, he let up, his eyes wide.  "Jeezus!"

	"Okay, moving right along..." I muttered.

	"I'm guessing she's not bulletproof," Roger mused.

	"No, sorry.  We're hoping that we'll all get some warning before
being sprayed with machinegun fire.  That's why the sensory improvements and
the improved reflexes.  The strength is so she can break free if she gets
caught up in something."

	"Why didn't you fix Ol' Crater Face's eyes?" Nick asked.

	"He did," Shannon said blandly, beckoning Nick forward.  "Put them
on."

	Nick did so.  "Huh."  Shannon whispered into her collar and Nick
went, "Huh?" and turned to look at a probe sitting atop the TV.  "Jeezus!
The videos I could get with one of those..."

	Shannon snatched her glasses back and I chuckled.  "That's EXACTLY
why they're not released to the general public!" I noted.

	"What?" Roger wanted to know.  "What was he seeing?"

	"A bug's eye view of us, Dad," Nick replied.  "Shannon's glasses are
like TVs that display pictures from little tiny cameras..."

	"I see..." Roger mused, looking around.

	"Not like SHE does!" Nick quipped, grinning.  "I'm gonna get a hardon
when I pee, wondering if Shannon is watching!"

	"Don't kid yourself, Buddy!" Shannon chortled.  "You've got nothing I
want!"

	Faye ignored the bickering.  "So what now?"

	I shrugged.  "I guess it depends upon whether you think what has
happened is a good thing or a bad thing.  I want Rachel to be able to see her
family off and on for the next few days.  This thing won't last any longer
than that.  Then I'm off to astrogation training..."

	"Astrogation?" Roger asked.

	"Space navigation," I replied.

	"You probably thought you were pretty funny the other night, huh?  Me
thinking you were going to be a sailor..." Roger grunted.

	"Actually, it was a pain in the ass, Sir," I replied.  "Why don't we
go to dinner somewhere and try to bury the hatchet?"

	"C'mon, Dad!" Nick cajoled.  "Lighten up!  You WANTED Rache picked
up!  Well...  Besides, I want to try out Ol' Crater Face's new shades..."

	"Oh, no, you don't!" Shannon retorted.  "No upskirts!"

	"Try and stop me!  Hey!"  Shannon neatly scotched Nick's attempt to
snatch her glasses off, knocking him down in the process.

	"Duh!  Shannon is also augmented..." Rachel gibed.  "I suggest that
you stop calling her names while you still can!"

	"Jeez!" Nick eyed Shannon in surprise.  She reached down and helped
him up without apparent effort.

	"Come on, Roger!" Faye cajoled, "This is a GOOD thing!"

	Roger got this look on his face -- and it bothered me.  "Yes, it is.
Fool that I am, I didn't see it."  He straightened his shoulders, and turned
to me, offering his hand.  "Welcome to the family.  It's something you won't
get from Shannon's mother."  I was grateful that things had backed off, but
something about his attitude still bothered me...

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	So we went to dinner at a family place that was STILL on the watch
list, but not high up on it.  I let the girls back off some in the way they
dressed (Rachel went without panties, anyway, as usual) and Faye turned out
in a nice skirt and top that showed a generous amount of cleavage.  She,
Roger and Nick sat across from us in a large booth, with Faye and I in the
middle, Faye flanked by her men and me flanked by my women -- and over the
course of dinner I became aware that I was being deliberately exposed to the
full effect of that cleavage on a regular basis.  Faye seemed to need to lean
forward and look up when she spoke to me, something no one else seemed to
get...

	At some point, Roger noticed -- he got an odd look on his face, but
he said nothing to either of us at the table.  I got up to go to the
bathroom, though, and ended up meeting him in the atrium as I was coming out.

	"Is she embarrassing you?" he asked.

	I played dumb.  "Who?"

	"My wife."

	"Oh."  I sighed.  "I'm trying to handle it properly."

	"Let's clear the air, then."  He waved at a side door and we stepped
through and outside.  We stood looking at events in the parking lot until he
began to speak.  "I have prostate cancer, and it is well along.  I'm in some
pain, regularly.  I am also prey to a memory disorder, one which tends to
leave me unbalanced at times."

	"Are you sure?" I asked.  "Rachel said something and I did a records
check..."

	"I went out and got testing done under an assumed name during a trip
to Europe," he related, "Then I got life insurance, based upon some old test
results updated by a doctor I know.  It's the best I can do for Faye.  Nick
is over the line -- and he'll put his nose to the grindstone now, with his
sister's example before him.  Rachel was a concern -- but you've removed
that."  He paused for a moment.  "Have I incriminated myself?"

	"I doubt that the Confederacy cares if you get an insurance company
to make a payout," I replied.  "But either of these medical issues can be
fixed, I bet."

	"I've done what I came for, Son.  Faye has had to put up with me over
the past year and a half and it has impacted our already splintering
relationship to the point that it will not recover.  If I were healthy
tomorrow, I wouldn't want to try to go out and do it all again with someone
else -- and I'm not leaving this place.  I won't take one of Nick's slots --
and Faye won't either."  He paused for a moment before adding, "But that
doesn't apply to you."

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