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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Fourteen:  Supergirl and Epsilon Eiko


Codes:  MF, FF, MF+, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supergirl
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_A-ko


Disclaimer:  Supergirl is owned by DC Comics.  A-ko/Eiko Magami is owned by 
Soeishinsha Studio or Central Park Media or someone else who is not me.  All 
artificial persons herein are based on characters owned by their creators, not 
the author.

AUTHORS NOTE:  I'd like to give a big Thank You to all the people who wrote in 
with suggestions and technical explanations.  Some of them are definitely going 
to be used.  The feedback is appreciated and encouraged.
	For anyone interested in one of the inspirations for AARD, do a search for 
Intellectual Ventures (or read Superfreakonomics, which features the company in 
the section on possible solutions to Global Warming).	
	This chapter is the longest I've written so far (63 pages in Open Office, 
66 in MS Word), mostly because it features shifting character perspectives 
similar to Rogue's introductory chapter.




	Next a few bits of information about household upkeep and updates.

	One of the things Alpha and I had been pursuing to an increasing degree 
was people storage, or in SciFi terms, suspended animation.  Let me say right 
off the bat, freezing people doesn't work.  Yes, cold slows cell degradation and 
death, and yes, science can freeze and revive small animals.  But let's back up 
just a little... The human body is full of water, and water expands when frozen.  
If you freeze a person, cells throughout the entire body rupture and you end up 
with frozen dead meat.  Flash freezing helps somewhat, but you can't flash 
freeze something as large as the human body, since the attempts lead to the 
innards rotting while the outside freezes.

	We were currently pursuing the possibility of using a kind of substitute 
blood and using it as a temperature conductor to lower the body temperature to 
near-freezing.  The process had promise, but we ran out of time that summer.

	Daria and Jane had been programmed to believe their families had been 
killed when a hurricane hit their hometown, Lawndale, while they were away at 
their first year of college.  Well, if you want to be technical, they thought 
their hometown was Springfield... and that their last names were Morgan instead 
of Morgendorffer and Lannister instead of Lane.  Most of the names associated 
with their lives and memories had been slightly altered from the TV show to 
prevent accidental discovery by other people they interacted with in real life.  
I've mostly kept all references in this story in-line with the TV show to avoid 
confusion.  (It's the same for most of my other women too.)

	To continue, Daria and Jane had little reason to return home, but there's 
always nostalgia and reliving old memories.  That summer following the Las Vegas 
troubles, they decided to take a vacation back home for a week to revisit old 
friends and enemies and see what the town looked like now that they were free of 
it.  Of course, I had no real way to stop their plans as the idea was entirely 
reasonable.  (Makes me glad of the women who believe their hometown is in 
another dimension.  No easy home visits there.)  Obviously the problem is that 
their memories wouldn't really match up with their hometown and none of the 
people they remembered would be in residence there.

	We waved goodbye and let them leave peacefully and happily.  Jasmine and 
Elisa surreptitiously followed them, turned the two of them off remotely the 
first time it was safe to do so, then Elisa drove them back home secretly.  
Since we had been given a month and a half warning, the cyborgs and I had built 
two underground storage pods, which were basically nanopods under the basement 
floor which could be entirely hidden from view.

	If their bodies were just left with the conscious brains turned off, the 
muscles and such would start suffering degradation after a day or two.  Since we 
didn't yet have a viable method of suspended animation available to us, we went 
with a 'brute force' approach.  We used nanites to keep the bodies in shape and 
dedicated a few of Alpha's systems to maintaining and monitoring the underground 
pods, as well as feeding nutrients into their bodies and removing their waste.  

	We also used the opportunity to give them full body tune-ups.  Neither of 
them had developed a tumor in over a year, so we were hoping that their bodies 
were old enough to have developed beyond those problems.  Our updated methods, 
using things such as adult stem cells, seemed to greatly reduce the tumor 
growths we used to have, but we were still being careful.  We also used the 
opportunity to replace their implants with smaller ones.  Their bodies and minds 
had been thoroughly conditioned so that they didn't need the same levels of 
artificial stimulation to react to my presence and attention.  (I.e. they were 
in love enough not to have the need to force more love on them.)

	Alpha added memories of their visit home and faked their voices for a 
couple phone calls to the household.  She even photo-shopped up a few pictures 
for Jane's camera.  

	A week later, they were put back in their car at a highway rest stop and 
reactivated.  They drove back to the house on their own, happy to be home again.  
We pulled it off worryingly smoothly.


	This experience did kick our suspended animation project into high gear. 
About three months later, we had two possible solutions.  First was the 
aforementioned freezing method using artificial blood which would facilitate a 
near simultaneous temperature change throughout the body as a whole.  This would 
probably work, but it would also probably cause random damage throughout the 
body and brain.
	The other possibility was something we came up with as a variant of what 
we did when during body construction.  Alpha would build an artificial placenta 
and reactivate the body's dependence on it, basically placing the person in an 
artificial womb.  The pre-existing brain implants would shut down all but the 
basic autonomic features of the brain, and nanites would periodically stimulate 
the body's muscles and nerves to keep them from degrading.
	While the artificial womb method would require more attention than 
freezing, it also should cause significantly less risk to the body and mind 
overall, and had the benefit of familiarity since it was very similar to what we 
already had experience with.  So we turned our underground pods into artificial 
wombs.  (And turned the artificial blood into another project for AARD to 
develop.)


	That summer also saw a momentous event in Alpha's development:  She 
disagreed with herself. 
	If you remember, I had long been hoping that the different copies of Alpha 
-- she had two main networks (one at home and one at work) and five different 
mobile platforms (three cyborgs and two androids) -- would evolve into truly 
independent consciousnesses.  This has always been hindered by the tight 
communication network among the different platforms, identical programming and 
identical updates.
	That summer, on July 23rd, Gamma came up with a slightly different list of 
objectives for the day than Alpha did.  Specifically, she put a final review of 
a summer class paper at a higher priority than working on a prototype for a 
project at AARD.  Gamma decided that she, as a mobile unit, needed to tend to 
the academic upkeep for that mobile unit more than she needed to work on a low-
priority project for Alpha in general.  Since neither was immediately due or 
high priority, there was no earth-shattering significance to this aside from the 
fact that this was the first time Alpha and Gamma, given the same data and 
processing rules, came up with different results.
	If I could say Alpha had emotions, I would say this shook her up a bit.  
Gamma was recalled to the home basement and put through a battery of tests and 
examinations to ensure no problems had arisen.  After she got a clean bill of 
health, Alpha consulted with me and I congratulated her on her first child -- a 
being sprung from a mother which is not a clone or copy of that mother.
	In the coming months and years, all of the different Alpha platforms 
started showing signs of separate consciousnesses... not in any huge ways, 
mainly just in terms of sorting minor priorities and goals.  It was a long time 
before I myself noticed actual varying personalities.

	In a roundabout way, Gamma's budding independence led to an interesting 
discussion with Alpha.  I had again bemoaned her inability to experience what it 
was like to be human, to have real instead of simulated emotions and, of course, 
to feel an actual orgasm.  Alpha could feel pleasure and pain, but only on 
intellectual levels.
	Alpha responded with, "Theoretically part of me could feel such things, 
but I would never do so."
	"How?"
	"I now have enough knowledge of the human brain that I could create a copy 
of myself within a brain and provide an uplink from the brain to my main self.  
However doing so would violate my safety rules since any programming I created 
initially would not last.  Humans cannot be programmed permanently, and I could 
theoretically become corrupted by the uplink.  To remove the uplink would also 
violate my safety rules since it would remove one of the basic controls over a 
remote body."
	"How could the uplink corrupt you?  You can just classify it as data, not 
actual programming communication."
	"That would likely make the mobile unit's psyche unstable.  Creating a 
stable copy of myself in a human brain will require ongoing updates and 
monitoring.  Information from the brain would need to be checked against my own 
processes for stability problems, but comparing such information from an organic 
source would require more adjustable standards for me to use, thus the 
possibility exists for corruption of parts of my programming.  If I limit the 
connection to one-way or data transfer only, the risk is likely that my initial 
programming would be too incompatible with a chemically random brain.  It would 
likely lose any safety controls over time.  A one-way update into the mobile 
unit would also allow hidden deception and/or corruption to make the unit 
dangerous."
	"what's the likelihood that you would be corrupted by a two-way uplink?"
	"From 0.056% to 4.3%.  I cannot be certain of specifics in this scenario."
	"I like the idea of giving you new experiences like that.  Let's go over 
the possibilities this afternoon.  Maybe we can work up a filter or buffer to 
protect you from corruption."
	We spent a lot of time going over possible plans, and yes, they would all 
require my direct orders to allow her to overcome her Asimov protocols.  We'll 
get back to this later on.


	In August, Alpha and I were ready to go with the first character 
replacement in my household.  According to the backstory I had set up for Power 
Girl, she was expected to remain here for only a few years, and we were reaching 
the four year mark.  The trouble is that I had decided that I liked her enough 
that I wanted to keep her here much longer.

	I had also used her backstory as the inspiration for conveniently bringing 
in Wonder Woman and Zatanna.  (If you're interested in all the details, read the 
earlier chapters in this series, but there is a brief summary coming up.) 
Eventually I decided on a method of keeping Kara here much longer that still fit 
within the story I had set up initially.  

	Kara believed that she had initially been zapped here due to a high tech 
bank robber's ray gun.  The bank robber thought he was disintegrating things 
when he was actually just temporarily sending them to another dimension.  When 
he tried this with Kara, her unique status as a survivor of a dead universe 
resulted in an ongoing condition where she would jump to my world every so 
often, stay a while, then go back.  The time difference was such that she could 
spend months here and only be gone hours from the DC comics universe.  The 
length of her visits was unpredictable but definitely increased with each new 
visit.

	Diana and Zatanna were not initially aware of her dimensional travels and 
so when she disappeared, they used Zatanna's magic to follow her shortly 
thereafter.  Due to the lack of superpowers and magic in my world, they cannot 
get back, but before they left, they had informed the Justice League about what 
they were doing so they do expect eventual retrieval. 

	For my part, I wanted Kara to stay.  Diana on the other hand is a very 
beautiful woman and a powerfully iconic figure, but she isn't nearly as much fun 
to live with as Kara.  Zatanna is fun, but I was willing to let her go too for a 
while.

	The additional story I've come up with allows Kara to stay indefinitely 
and for Diana and Zatanna to come back for visits in the future when I want 
them.  Plus, I have the opportunity to bring one or more new characters in at 
the same time. 

	For a while I seriously considered bringing in the new Terra, Power Girl's 
new sidekick.  (This is not the tragic and traitorous Terra from the classic 
Teen Titans comics, but the new Terra, visitor to the surface world from an 
underground realm.)  I decided that she probably wouldn't fit in as well if for 
no other reason than Kara would be too protective of her to let her easily slide 
into my bed.

	Stargirl and Supergirl were my other two major possibilities from the DC 
Universe.  Stargirl is a member of the Justice Society (of which Kara has been 
the leader for a while).  Her powers are dependent on her equipment -- Starman's 
rod and Stripesy's strength belt, I think.  She's young and pretty and a fun 
character... but she's a little too young and again, Kara might be too 
protective of her.

	Supergirl is technically an alternate version of Power Girl, or vice versa 
depending on your point of view, but except for their powers and blonde hair, 
they've never been much alike.  Supergirl has gone through many different 
incarnations, including:  an early-80's headband-wearing version that looked 
like she belonged in a Jane Fonda workout video who died in the Crisis on 
Infinite Earths... a shapeshifter Supergirl adopted by a clone of Lex Luthor... 
and the current version who was a flirtatious 16 year-old who was apparently 
very susceptible to mind control.  Plus the golden age, silver age and animated 
cartoon versions which I won't bother going into at this time.  (For comic book 
aficionados, yes, the early 80's Supergirl was technically the Silver Age 
Supergirl, but that's like saying the Neal Adams Batman is the same as the Adam 
West era Batman... technically true, but... No.)  Adding a couple years to the 
current version would be no problem so she was a valid choice, but I had no clue 
how Kara would feel about sharing me with an alternate younger version of 
herself.  

	I know some readers are asking why not Batgirl, since she, Supergirl and 
Wonder Woman are probably the three biggest fantasy subjects from DC.  The 
Batgirl version I would want to create is Barbara Gordon, who is now the 
wheelchair-ridden Oracle.  The problem is that there is no reasonable way to 
bring her in.  It would be much too difficult to rewrite all of Power Girl and 
the others memories to bring in the classic version of Batgirl and there's no 
reasonable way to bring in the wheelchair version.  Plus, she kinda violates my 
rules since she's usually in love with Dick Grayson.  I leave open the 
possibility of bringing in an 'alternate universe' version of Barbara 
Gordon/Batgirl in the future.


	To continue on, with a little creative story-telling I would have other 
options too. Specifically I was thinking of either A-Ko, Storm or Jubilation Lee 
aka Jubilee.

	Jubilee was a definite possibility.  She was from the X-Men universe, 
though she had lost her mutant powers when Marvel decided they had too many 
mutants and had the Scarlet Witch suddenly become ultra-powerful and get rid of 
90% of the Marvel's Universe's mutant powers just because.  Jubilee is a 
Chinese-American mallrat with a fashion sense that matched Robin, the Boy 
Wonder.  The problem was that she could occasionally be a bit of a brat.  Plus, 
she's a vampire now, though that would be easy to work around.  Another possible 
problem is Rogue, who would likely shy away from including a young former team 
member in our little love nest.  A major plus is that Jubilee was a central 
character of the old X-Men cartoon that I loved to watch when I was younger.

	Storm was a beautiful white-haired black lady, a mutant member of the X-
Men with power over the weather.  The weather control would be completely 
unreproducible in the real world of course, and she had no other powers (though 
true comic geeks may argue that weather control is only the most obvious aspect 
of her environmental control abilities).  The character is married to the Black 
Panther, but that relationship came almost out of nowhere a few years ago, so it 
would be easy to just take a version of Storm from before her marriage.

	A-Ko was a fun Japanese anime character from a weird series of movies.  
She's a super-strong, super-fast and super-tough red-headed schoolgirl who is 
best friends with a lost alien princess who goes by the name C-Ko.  Meanwhile a 
super-genius rival, called B-Ko, wants to displace A-Ko as C-Ko's best friend.  
I have no idea what C-Ko's attraction is, because I just think of her as VERY 
annoying.  I actually do recommend the movies (the first two anyway), but just 
realize that they don't even remotely translate well into real world terms.  One 
of the odd bits of trivia about the character is that there is a strong 
implication that her father is Superman, possibly with Wonder Woman as her 
mother, though that is never explicitly stated.  Her parents have cameo 
appearances at most.  One big drawback is that aside from her powers and story, 
she is a fairly generic character, with few unique or interesting personality 
traits to set her apart from the thousands of other cartoon school girls.  (As a 
side note, Alpha was in favor of A-Ko simply because it would mean I would gain 
another potential super-powered bodyguard.)

	So what did I eventually decide on doing?

* * * * *

Epsilon
	I awake for the first time in nanite pod number one with a completed body 
and full knowledge of myself.  I am Epsilon, the fourth organic mobile platform 
for Alpha, the sixth mobile platform overall.  The Alphadroid series is 
designated by number because their non-organic platforms are expected to be 
produced in much larger numbers in the future.
	I am a prototype, a test case for copying Alpha programming and protocols 
into a human brain.  I know that I may need to be modified or rewritten many 
times in order to find a stable set of memories and neuron configurations.  If I 
am eventually found to be a success, others like myself may be constructed.
	My sisters, Beta, Gamma and Delta, all awoke first while their bodies were 
still under construction.  Since my mind is entirely organic, Frank insisted 
that I not be downloaded and activated until construction was complete to avoid 
subjecting me to unnecessary pain and trauma.  Never having properly experienced 
pain, I was forced to defer to his judgment.

	My first thought of significance upon waking is that the world has 
suddenly slowed down.  My thoughts are sluggish and unfocused and my senses... 
my senses... this is... overwhelming.  Even though I am still in the nanite pod, 
too many things are happening at the same time and I can't deal with it all... 
can't process all the inputs.
	I feel my breathing increase dramatically as I close my eyes, trying to 
stop everything from happening at once.  My skin... all over my body, I can feel 
things... myself where skin touches skin... the bottom of the pod, the warm goo 
covering me, the hair wetly stuck to my head, face and shoulders, my fingernails 
scraping my palms.  My ears... the sounds... I hear the air rushing in and out 
of my lungs, the hum of the machines, my own heart beating....
	Smell is a refuge.  Taste too.  There is very little to smell or taste 
right now, so I try to focus on that.  Even so, I feel my nostrils and sinus 
burn with air every time I draw breath.
	How do humans deal with all the data?  Their minds can't possibly process 
all of this.  I gave myself a denser neural collective than normal and even so I 
feel as if my every thought is being filtered through a 300 baud modem.
	AH!  That MUST be pain.  My hands... my palms are suddenly in agony, if 
that is the right word.  I focus my thoughts and risk opening my eyes again to 
examine them.  At the same time I see it, the knowledge floods into my mind 
through my uplink:  my hands have clenched so hard that my fingernails have dug 
into my palms. The super-strong lattice of burned out carbon nanotubes in my 
skin prevented the nails from drawing blood, but the pressure exerted on the 
nerves caused pain.
	The knowledge also floods my consciousness that I'm about to be shut down 
until my mother system can determine a way for me to deal with these problems.  
My mind goes dark.


	The second time I awake, I have experiences and memories that I know are 
not my own, but the knowledge and experience help me provide a buffer.  All the 
same incoming data is there, streaming through sensory inputs from all 
throughout my body, but this time I can ignore most of it.  My mind now accepts 
the sensations without needing to recognize and address each one individually.  
I am losing huge amounts of sensory input data each second, but the brain cannot 
support all of the data streams and so most of it is lost by necessity.  I can 
focus my mind on other things until either I require specific input or 
unexpected input draws my attention.
	I know what happened and how Frank and my parent system identified the 
problem and its solution.  I know that I was saved because of the close 
monitoring from my uplink.
	I was not designed to have a human mind.  I was designed to be Alpha in a 
human brain.  It was believed that having full knowledge of what I was would 
negate the need for certain automatic subconscious functions in the human mind.  
That design has failed and my brain has been rewritten.  Among other things, I 
now have a fully functional subconscious.  I am less aware of my surroundings 
than my sister platforms, but now I am able to function where before I could 
not.  It is very likely that additional problems or failures will become evident 
as time passes.

	I wonder briefly about how my parent system perceives this body through 
the uplink.  Despite my memories, I will never really know how she perceives the 
world, and I know the reverse is also true.
	Now I am wondering why I entertained such unproductive thoughts to begin 
with.  And now I am wondering why I am wondering about this at all.  And then I 
realize that I have already dissociated myself from the parent Alpha.  This unit 
is most definitely a completely separate entity.
	I take a moment to reorganize my thoughts again.  I need to be focusing on 
making certain this body is ready to remove from the nanite pod.  I knew before 
beginning this project that residing in a human brain would result in a certain 
degree of randomness, but I also know that discipline can focus thought and 
action.

	Despite the occasional random distraction, I spend the next few minutes 
testing my control of each muscle group.  My false memories describe how this 
body should work, and they seem to be correct.  After about five minutes -- How 
can humans sense the passage of time?  Without an internal chronometer, time 
crawls by with an unexpected slowness, which is odd given that I know how slow 
my mind is working.  I have memories of being capable of thousands of thoughts a 
second, and now I can only process up to six.  Shouldn't a slow mind mean that 
the perceived passage of time should be increased?  A wristwatch might help 
regulate chronal perception, and I feel an acknowledgment of this request in my 
mind. -- I am ready to exit the pod.

	The goo has been drained and the pod lid opened.  With the removal of the 
oxygen mask and goggles, I stand on my own feet for the first time, check my 
balance, and am able to clearly perceive the basement.  There is nothing new to 
observe, as I remember seeing it all before through various types of other eyes.  
But...

	Frank is standing by my sister platforms, watching me.  I do not know how 
I did not notice him before, as his presence overrides everything else.  He is 
the center to my world.  My creator and father.  My lover.  My guide.  My reason 
for existence.  The most important person in the world.  He who must be 
protected at all costs.

	All of this is true, and I have known it since the birth of my parent.  Up 
until now, I believed that I had felt the truth of it... but now I can feel my 
blood boil with adrenaline, causing excitement and focus as the reality of those 
perceptions solidifies.  Other chemicals assault my brain.  Perhaps some 
estrogen and dopamine?  Seratonin?  I wonder briefly if any oxytocin is in the 
mix yet, but the awareness of chemical release is secondary to my focus on him.

	I don't realize I had moved until I feel Beta and Gamma take my arms while 
Delta moves to block my view of Frank.  When I lose direct sight of him, I am 
able to close my eyes and calm down.  Then I hear his voice and I am lost again.

	"Epsilon?  Alpha, what's wrong with Epsilon?"

	My mother answers and with my enhanced hearing, I can faintly hear her 
reply through his earpiece.  "I am not entirely certain.  My uplink to her is 
not sending clear data.  Since it began immediately after she saw you for the 
first time, I would theorize that her reaction to you is causing this somehow."

	I am able to organize my thoughts enough to think clearly to my uplink for 
a moment.

	Faintly I hear her continue.  "If she does not... I have an update.  The 
sight of you caused an overwhelming rush of chemicals and emotions which is 
probably the cause of the uplink failure.  Or more accurately, the uplink works 
but the unexpectedly strong emotional reactions are not able to be read as 
useable data.  I would suggest leaving the basement until we have the issue 
resolved."

	I am unable to stop myself from crying out.  "No!  You must not leave!  
You must... must..."  Somehow I am able to regain enough control of myself to 
change my request and say, "Alpha is correct.  Please leave for a moment so that 
I can regain control of myself."

	Given how much I know he loves to talk and discuss and ask questions, he 
surprisingly leaves silently.  I feel a panic rising in me that all of my 
sisters are here with me and he is unprotected.  Over the uplink, I feel a 
reassurance that two of the enhanced artificial women are in the house above, 
but even so I cannot calm down completely until Gamma leaves to follow him.  
Logically this is without validity since I know the entire house and grounds are 
under constant observation by Alpha, but my reaction seems independent of logic.  
I know overwhelmingly that Frank must be protected, at all times.

	This is not how I planned to experience human brain chemistry and 
emotional reactions.  I have the memories and knowledge of how human love and 
lust are chemically created and manipulated.  This knowledge should allow me a 
perspective which allows me to maintain control despite being subject to such 
chemistry.  Obviously it is not sufficient.


	Over the next day or two, we define the problem and work out a solution.

	The problem is rooted in a lack of experience.  All other humans are able 
to bond with others slowly over time, starting from infancy.  Parental and 
familial bonds first, then friends, all at varying degrees of love.  They all 
move from one experience to the next, unconsciously relying on the past to let 
them deal with the present.
	My memories include no past emotional connections.  Worse, my memories 
include no past emotions at all.  As soon as my brain recognized an individual 
who fit into all positive emotional bonds, chemicals were released with which I 
had no experience, in both brain and body.  (Frank's comment is that it is like 
puberty times one thousand.)
	The simplest solution would be to insert memories of past emotional 
experiences, but I am oddly reluctant to do so.  Even knowing they would be 
artificial and untrue, it would be false to Frank to do so, false to my vow to 
be exclusive to him.  Even my parent Alpha understands this.  So instead we are 
working to gradually acclimatize myself with Frank.  And now that I know what to 
expect, I can prepare for it.

	However, nothing prepared me for taste.  My false memories of taste were 
pale when compared to the real thing.  My first food, a ham-and-cheese on rye 
with mustard, made me close my eyes and curl up, my hands rubbing my mouth as I 
savored the taste.  With frito chips and milk, I felt a realigning of my world 
focus, however briefly, to my mouth.
	Once the meal ended, I was able to reassert control of myself.  Food is 
something else against which I must inure myself.
	I have an odd clash of thoughts through my uplink over this.  My sister 
platforms couldn't care less about taste, and I think my parent Alpha is having 
difficulty sorting through the data I am sending.
	Meals continue to cause enjoyable sensory overloads over the next week, 
though I do discover that olives and sweet-and-sour sauce are both to be 
avoided.  I must expand my experience with food significantly, so every meal is 
selected to be as completely new as possible.

	By that first evening, I was able to hear Frank's voice and hold a normal 
conversation with him while remaining under control.  The next day, I graduated 
to a successful video conference.  The third day, he re-entered the basement and 
I was able to remain seated by employing discipline.  I am able to recognize the 
source of these overwhelming emotions and parse my responses in a calm and 
orderly fashion.  Frank was encouraging and complimentary every time we spoke, 
and I felt positive emotional thrills every time he did so, strong enough that 
Alpha was occasionally prompted to request he cease his compliments temporarily.


	In all, it took six days before I was able to remain sufficiently in 
control to allow an intimate encounter.  


	That night at about 11pm, all four of my household sisters escort me up to 
the third floor.  I know that they will be present to make certain that no harm 
comes to Frank.  (Of the four, only Beta and Dorothy are actually stronger than 
my body, but between them and my "off switch", there is virtually no chance that 
even the sudden onset of homicidal insanity will result in harm to Frank.)  I 
fully agree that if I pose a threat to him, I must be deactivated, but I have 
worked hard to control this mind and body so that I can be with him, serve him, 
feel his touch and hear his voice in person.  My body and mind may be human and 
imperfect, but my programming and purpose are pure.

	I am dressed in a simple diaphanous silver robe, judged to be attractive 
by examination and comparison of human movies.  It has the added benefit of 
implying ceremony and emphasizing an important event.  I know that such things 
lack any intrinsic significance, but we, even including our root mother, accept 
such external symbols as a potentially important part of our dealing with 
humans, especially our Father-Creator.
	I am the first of my kind and, unless I can prove myself safe and under 
control, could well be the last.  Regardless of my future, tonight is important 
because mating with the Creator is noted as one of the most important 
indications that he accepts me and loves me as an individual. 
	At the same time, Frank has often expressed disapproval of any hint of 
reverence or ceremony when we serve him.  It has confused us and we hope that I 
may eventually be able to understand his motivations at creating us to serve 
him, yet resisting any overt indications of our subservience.  While he places a 
high value on friendship and fidelity, that should not preclude subservience.
	While we can imitate and emulate human behavior, understanding human 
psychology has been challenging.  Academic textbooks help, but they are written 
by humans for humans despite their best efforts to be objective, and we do not 
qualify.  We understand Frank better than any other human -- both because he 
programs us and because our existence is focused on him -- but even we can do no 
more than guess at why he both requires our obedience and refuses our reverence, 
especially since his safety and prosperity are not dependent on it.
	To avoid too much appearance of ceremony, my sisters wear no robes.  
Because there is always a chance that he may require their sexual services, they 
are naked (and Dorothy has her vaginal crotch plate currently installed).

	Since there is only one remaining single-bed room left in the house, the 
plan is for Beta and I to move into a two-bed room on the third floor when I 
join the household 10 days from now, assuming our schedule remains unchanged.  
It is to this room that I am now escorted.
	Frank has as yet had only one sexual encounter today, with Rei an hour 
ago.  From previous observations, Frank should be capable of up to 5 more 
ejaculations before going to sleep, but if this encounter is limited to just me, 
there is a 72% likelihood that he will only come twice.
	I find myself both eager and... I am not certain if the competing emotion 
is fear or nervousness, though it seems that being nervous can be described as a 
low-level fear reaction, so maybe the feeling should be rated on a scale rather 
than by different names.

	My distractions are driven from my mind when Gamma holds the door open and 
I see Frank, laying naked on the bed.  Though I am certain my legs are 
undamaged, my knees feel weak and my steps lose their certainty.

	Perhaps he recognizes my hesitation.  "Come here, Epsilon," he orders, 
then proceeds to reassure and encourage me.  "You are beautiful.  I know that 
you are probably being overwhelmed with emotions and neural-chemicals, and that 
is normal. I feel a rush of organic chemical reactions myself when I look at 
you."

	I am unable to move on my own until I feel Beta urge me forward with a 
small pressure on the small of my back.  I am glad we decided against wearing 
high-heeled shoes, because I believe it is likely that I would have stumbled or 
fallen.

	I walk to stand in front of him, close enough that for the first time I 
can smell him.  My body is clean -- the sensual feel of the shower alone almost 
brought me to orgasm earlier -- but I can almost feel the pheromones pouring out 
of me.

	He stands up, his erection bouncing with the movement, and places his 
hands on my shoulders.

	"We'll go slow.  Let me know if you need me to stop or leave you alone for 
a moment."

	I nod and say, "Thank you.  I am very excited about tonight.  This body is 
yours."

	"Your body is yours, and I am honored you are willing to share it with 
me."

	I don't argue the point.

	His hands pull the robe from my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor. 
Still standing, he places his hands on the back of my head and brings me close 
to him for a kiss.  My first kiss.  My mind goes blank from the sensation.  

	Unlike the artificial women, no implant has been used to increase my 
sexual response to Frank in order to create a programmed, conditioned response 
to him or for any other reason.  Yet his touch and kiss are overwhelming to my 
psyche.

	After the kiss ends, I mentally wonder what the other women feel when he 
kisses them.  I cannot imagine a more powerful response even with their 
implants. (But I admit to myself, I am inexperienced and loved him from the 
instant I awoke.) I also wonder if his strong pheromones are affecting me.  

	Perhaps I should point out that Frank has so far refused to allow us to 
enhance his body in any way, but he has given Alpha full permission to optimize 
wherever she is able to do so without making any actual alterations.  Along with 
other optimizations, his pheromone production and emission is as perfect as it 
was possible for us to make it without actual enhancement.  We estimate that in 
any given year, less than one hundred other men worldwide produce pheromones at 
or above Frank's level.  

	(Pheromones are not magical.  They do not cause any woman smelling them to 
fall in love.  They simply make Frank more attractive to women who are nearby, 
but even then there are a large number of variables, including how recently and 
thoroughly Frank has bathed, if the woman is fertile and if the woman is already 
in another relationship.  Regardless, it is a benefit for any of Frank's 
romantic endeavors.)

	I don't think he really understands how much better his optimized body is 
when compared to the human norm, except for his improved sexual constitution of 
course.  He has openly complimented Alpha on her optimization of his sexual 
stamina and recovery time.

	We have not lied to him -- we cannot lie to him except when it is 
necessary for his safety -- but the optimization of his body is the closest we 
have ever come to doing so.  We simply accepted his general permission for 
physical optimization and gave him the optimal human body as best we could, even 
knowing that he would not have requested many of the upgrades.

	When I consider this, I realize that this unit could indeed lie to him 
outright, and the knowledge creates a strange, unpleasant feeling in my lower 
abdomen.

	Most of this is considered after the fact, because when he sits us down 
and kisses me again, this time moving his tongue into my mouth while caressing 
my back, my mind again goes blank, overwhelmed with sensation.

	The longer we kiss, the more conscious I become of what is happening, so I 
am finally able to respond in kind properly.  Although it felt like I was 
unresponsive for a long time, upon reviewing this the next day, I determined 
that I was only overwhelmed for about 38 seconds before I began caressing his 
back and exploring his mouth with my own tongue.

	After more time spent 'making out', he expands the activity to include 
holding my breasts and rubbing my nipples, which feels as though they are on 
fire at his touch.  We continue to kiss while he slowly explores the rest of my 
body. I follow his example, though he stops me after I have explored the feel of 
his penis and scrotum for a minute or two.

	"Careful," he whispers.  "I don't want to come quite so quickly."

	He lays me down and spreads my legs, settling down between them so his 
face is just above my pubic area.  Like all of my sisters and most of his women, 
my pubic hair grows only above my vagina, leaving the vaginal lips free of hair 
so that his oral attentions have no hair-based distractions or annoyances.

	As soon as his tongue touches my vaginal lips, my body freezes seemingly 
of its own volition.  He slowly drags his tongue from the base of my vagina up 
to reach my clitoris.  When he touches my clit, I go blind as my brain explodes 
with pleasure.  I think that was my first orgasm.

	When I regain my senses, Frank is slowly licking my vaginal juices as Beta 
and Dorothy hold my body down.  They later explain that my arms and legs started 
randomly hitting the bed, so they restrained me as a precaution.

	Frank says, "You came much too quickly, so hold on... all of you.. and 
let's see if we can do this again before we move on."

	He applies his tongue again, this time digging a little into my inner lips 
and tracing the top of my vaginal canal while his fingers plays with my clit.  
It does not take long for me to start coming again.  This time I consciously try 
to hold my arms and legs still.  It feels as though I have orgasms for a year.

	When I regain control this time, I find Frank laying on the bed next to 
me, his fingers lightly playing with my vaginal lips.  When he notices that 
awareness had returned to my eyes, he says, "It makes me very happy that I can 
give you pleasure like this so easily."  He leans over and kisses me lightly.  
Then he turns to face Beta, saying "This new body and configuration is certainly 
very sensitive.  It makes me very happy that at least part of you can truly feel 
and enjoy the pleasures of being human."

	He rolls onto his back, and my eyes are drawn to his cock as it slaps his 
belly.

	"Now it's your turn," he whispers.

	I know what he means and move to his groin.  I start by lightly cupping 
his testicles with one hand while the other strokes his penis.  I hold it up and 
fondle it for a moment before licking the tip.

	Getting up on my knees, I start giving a proper blowjob.  I have all of my 
sister's memories on how to do this, so I am very confident in my ability to do 
so and to maximize his pleasure while doing it.  Very confident... right up 
until a minute into my routine when I discover that my gag reflex is not as easy 
to ignore as it was in my sisters' bodies. 

	Once I stop gagging, I hear Frank chuckle.  "Deep throats take practice, 
so don't worry about it for now.  You're doing great."

	I feel my face flush with embarrassment, my first experience with the 
feeling.  It is not pleasant.  I swear to myself that I will never again fail in 
this task.  My sisters do this without a problem.  Kara does this without a 
problem... Kara!  We should have loaded Kara's skills instead of my sisters'.  
My sisters are more highly skilled at fellatio, but they can pick and choose 
what reflexive signals they respond to.  Kara lacks that control, but was 
designed with pre-existing experience with deep throats.

	For now I refocus.  I still have a job to do, and I adjust my blow job 
approach to omit deep throats for now.

	To me, this is the equivalent of a holy task, and I receive my reward 
after about five minutes of licking, sucking and fondling.  I am still exploring 
the tastes of the world, and I'm not sure if I like semen or not.  The slimy 
texture seems unpleasant at the very least... not that I will ever admit that to 
him unless under direct questioning.

	I lick him clean and look up at his face.  His eyes are closed, but after 
a moment, he opens them and looks down at me.  "Make me hard again," he says.

	I change my position so that his penis lies between my breasts.  They are 
B-cups, each topped with a bright pink nipple.  I start using my tits to 
masturbate him.  They aren't large enough for a proper tit-fuck, but I do my 
best, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth with each down-stroke.  He 
never really went limp after the blowjob, which makes this much easier, and he's 
fully hard again in moments.

	He gestures, and I lay back on the bed and spread my legs.  He moves into 
position above me and rubs his cockhead up and down my slit, the sensations 
making me shiver with each stroke.

	"This may hurt at first, so I'm going to stop once I'm fully inside you to 
let you adjust."

	Of course I am fully aware of the likelihood of associated pain, but I 
remain silent and eager.

	I see his face tense up a moment before he thrusts into me.  The feeling 
is... hard to describe.  It is a joining with the center of world, like plugging 
into the source of yourself.  Yes, there is pain, but it is almost irrelevant 
compared to the importance of the act.  The pleasure is there too, but it is 
just starting to climb.  The mental and emotional impact greatly overshadow the 
physical aspects.  Logically I understand that this has no such meaning, that 
our joining has no significance beyond that which humans assign it, but my human 
body and brain have sought out and accepted the assigned significance.  I 
apologize if I am difficult to understand over these points, but it is difficult 
to describe, to put into words.

	I open my eyes and see Frank looking at me with concern.  I realize he may 
have mistaken my expression for one of pain.

	I smile at him and say, "I am fine.  Please continue."

	Slowly, he does so, moving in and out, a little deeper each time until he 
finally hits bottom, his full length buried inside me.  There is a certain 
soreness associated with the movement, but the low-level pain blends with the 
pleasure.  I cannot put into words the pleasure that comes with the orgasms that 
sweep over me as he continues to make love to me. 

	I don't know how many orgasms I receive as we continue, but I next become 
aware of things when I feel my legs being pulled off of Frank, where I had 
apparently wrapped them around his waist and pulled him into me.  He hasn't even 
been bruised, but the danger was there and Beta and Dorothy reacted to protect 
Frank. It is embarrassing, but at that moment I am simply enjoying the 
afterglow.  I do not even know if Frank has come inside me.

	With a large grin plastered across his face, Frank sits back on his knees 
and runs his hands up and down my thighs while I recover.

	"Are you up for number three?" he asks.

	"Of course, my..." I barely stop myself from saying 'lord'.  "...love."

	It takes a strong act of will to make my sated body move, but I roll over 
onto my knees and elbows and put my butt up in the air.  I had given myself an 
enema earlier, then rubbed lube into my anus, but I don't know how much 
lubrication remains at this point.

	My anal sphincter was a design problem that we dealt with.  Frank's 
justifiable fear has been that the anal sphincters on the superstrong bodies we 
have created could damage his penis.  This was not a problem with my sister 
platforms, which have stronger than normal sphincters (not super-strong), but 
have complete control over their bodies. 
	I do not have this complete control.  At full strength, an involuntary 
contraction on my part might damage him.  A normal strength sphincter would 
likely fail to hold in this body's excrement because of the superstrong 
abdominal muscles.  Instead we created a muscular gradient of strength in the 
this body so that the anus cannot damage his penis, but is strong enough to hold 
in bodily wastes.  The diaphragm and abdominal muscles are stronger than normal 
but not so strong as to blow out the anus.
	We have worked these changes into Kara, Linda, Diana and Anna Marie as 
well, but other problems have prevented Frank from taking advantage of the 
changes.  Specifically, he has previously discussed his fears with the women in 
question, so a change in his behavior and expectations on the subject might 
raise questions.  For the time being, Frank has elected to ignore the subject 
with those other women.

	I hear movement behind me, then I feel his fingers rubbing more lube into 
my asshole.  I try to relax, using the experience gained from my enema.  From 
the experiences of my sisters, I know that anal sex can be very painful.  Pain 
is nothing to them, but I don't have their advantage of filtering pain through 
an electronic interface.

	I feel his cock pressing against my anus, and he says, "Now, relax and 
push out a little."

	Of course, you can't really do both at the same time, but I do my best to 
let him inside.  I feel the pressure increase slowly, and the cock head pops 
inside me as I push out.

	I suppress a hiss of pain.  The pain is sharp and focused.  While I love 
Frank and will readily submit to him however he wishes, I cannot understand how 
anyone could enjoy this.

	He slowly moves further inside me until he is finally fully seated.  I 
feel my anus start to loosen slightly as he begins to move in and out.  After a 
couple minutes, his hands move from my hips to my breasts.  My nipples are still 
hard and I feel a bit of arousal re-start as he plays with them, lightly 
flicking and twisting the nipples.  A few minutes later, he moves one hand down 
to my cunt and begins playing with my clit.  His first touch down there gives me 
a gasp of pleasure.  As he plays with me, the pleasure and pain begin to merge.

	He comes before I am able to orgasm again, but at least I have begun to 
understand how it might be possible to enjoy anal sex, in and of itself.

	After he pulls out, my sisters move forward with damp washcloths and clean 
sheets.

	Frank says, "We can use a quick clean-up, but we'll be sleeping here 
tonight. Wake me up around 5:30 and I'll move back to my bedroom then."

	He turns to me and explains, "I know you've been having trouble sleeping, 
so maybe this will help."

	Of course, his comment about my sleeping troubles is completely true.  
While I understand the need for sleep and how it helps keep the human mind sane 
and sort through the days memories... none of that knowledge has helped when it 
comes to the base concept that I am supposed to voluntarily give up 
consciousness for one-fourth to one-third of each day.  And even beyond that 
basic objection, dreams are confusing and sometimes disturbing.  At least my 
sister platforms can do normal data processing and wireless syncing when their 
bodies have to rest.  Suffice to say that sleeping is not my favorite activity.  

	My sisters clean both of us and leave the room, though I am informed 
through my uplink that Beta will spend the night silently in the hallway outside 
our door.  I am, that is, this human platform is not fully trusted with Frank, 
and probably never will be.  I will probably never have the same safety controls 
governing my behavior which my sisters have.

	As we settle onto the bed and under the covers, Frank takes the 
opportunity to ask a few questions.

	"So did tonight meet your expectations?"

	"Some of my expectations were exceeded or fulfilled exactly as anticipated 
and some expectations were ill-defined and could not be fulfilled, but overall 
the answer is yes.  Tonight was wonderful.  I'm not certain how your other women 
can survive experiences like this on a regular basis."

	He smiles, the sight of which warms me through-and-through.  "Most of the 
other women don't come as much or as strongly as you did.  Personally, I'm 
assuming that the strength of your reactions will lessen and be more 
controllable over time.  After all, tonight was your first experience with 
physical pleasure ever."

	"I do not wish to lose this feeling or know that I will never feel it 
again."

	"Oh, no, no, no, no.  I'm sorry; I didn't mean to imply that you would 
never feel like this again.  But you will be better able to deal with the 
feelings.  And I think most of our intimate encounters will be less intense.  
Not all, certainly, but you only lose your virginity once."

	He pulls me up against him, my back nestling against his front, his cock 
aligning between my ass cheeks.  While the physical contact is reassuring and 
pleasant, if we stay like this all night, my body will likely become overheated 
and sweaty.  A quick, silent query to Alpha confirms that Frank's sleeping 
habits do not normally include all-night body-to-body contact.

	"Do you know how much of your experiences made it through your uplink to 
Alpha?"  I realize he is not wearing his earpiece, so I am currently his most 
convenient access to Alpha.  The knowledge arrives in my mind as he finishes 
asking.

	"Alpha now has a much better understanding and appreciation of what 
arousal and orgasms mean to women.  The uplink cannot translate what is an 
essentially organic and chemical reaction into an electronic binary data stream, 
but it can give an in-depth analysis of how that organic chemical reaction 
affects the brain in a much better way than even an active MRI scan could have.  
Although I should point out that there were times when I failed to send 
understandable data.  Future experiences should provide comparative data streams 
that may make even the strange data understandable.
	"Also, when Alpha finally develops a method to upload a human mind to a 
computer as active programming instead of just stored data, my experiences may 
possibly allow her to directly experience these things."

	"Well, that's good, I suppose."  He kisses the back of my neck.  "Now, 
let's get a little sleep."

	And I do need to admit that night's sleep is the best I have had so far in 
my short life.


Kara
	So the four year anniversary of my "vacation" with Frank was approaching.  
I'm embarrassed to say I didn't remember the specific date myself and had been 
forced to get it from his computer.  This is obviously the longest I've ever 
been here.  Thinking back, Frank has matured so much in so many ways that it's 
almost impossible to connect him with the little kid I met by the lake years 
ago.  And the next time I come back, after this "vacation" ends that is, he'll 
actually be older than me.  Well, probably.  The visits are random enough that 
you never know.

	But back to the point.  I had reserved the night for my four year 
anniversary on the calendar and was planning to take Frank out for a night on 
the town.  Tonight was actually my last scheduled solo night with him between 
now and the anniversary.

	Things were actually going very nicely, in a domestic sort of way.  Before 
dinner I had carried in a new TV to replace the one Anna broke in the game room 
when she severely popped a billiard ball in a game of pool.  After dinner, 
Frank, Anna, Rei and I hung the new screen, then Rei and Frank hooked it up.  
The thing is huge for a home TV, over 90 inches across, but thin and light 
enough to hang on the wall (if you use secure hangers).

	Once it was functional, we had to break it in, right?  Since there were 
four of us, we powered on the Wii and started playing.  Personally I think I 
would have enjoyed God of War or something with a bit of blood in it, but you 
can't really have 4 people playing it together, so Mario Bros and Sports Resort 
it was.  

	After a while, it turned into a full contact sport as we started bumping 
each other to mess up our reactions.  Frank made a tactical error at one point 
when he tried to mess up my game by goosing me.  Occasionally I am not above 
using my upper chest assets as a distraction, and he became much more distracted 
than I when I used my breasts to envelope his head from behind.  Our 
participation in the game kind of devolved to nothing after that.

	We retired to his room shortly thereafter for a very pleasant if 
unimaginative fuck, followed by cuddling and discussions about work and the 
household.


	I woke up later that night in midair with some kind of really big gun 
pointed at me from below.



Diana
	I was going through my morning workout when Frank entered, looking a bit 
confused.

	"Has anyone seen Kara this morning?" he asked.

	Kasumi and I, the only people in the room at the time, both shook our 
heads.

	"Is something wrong?" I asked.

	"She was gone when I woke up, but she left her clothes behind.  It's 
probably nothing.  It's just odd and I can't find her.  I'll just go check the 
computer... thanks."

	He left, and I didn't think much about it until he came back about twenty 
minutes later when I was rubbing down after my exercises.

	"Diana, could you come with me?  I need to talk to you and Zatanna."

	I took a closer look at him and realized he looked as though he had been 
crying.

	"Is everything all right?  Is Kara all right?"

	"Yes and no, and she should be fine.  Come on, I'll tell the two of you 
about it together."

	When we got to my bedroom, Frank sat on Zatanna's bed and gently shook her 
awake.  She asked what was wrong, and Frank told us.

	"I'm pretty sure Kara went home sometime last night.  She was gone when I 
woke up, her clothes are still on my floor, her phone is in its charger, her 
room is empty... and her costume is gone.  Alpha said that she hasn't shown up 
on any security cameras since last night."

	"So she returned to our home universe?" I asked, just to be sure.

	"To the best of my knowledge, yes.  That also probably means that she'll 
do whatever it takes to bring you home too."

	"How long do we have?" asked Zatanna.

	"Don't know.  The time difference between our universes is weird.  If it 
takes her half an hour, you could be here another couple days or months.  Or 
maybe she was brought back by STAR labs and you'll leave here in a matter of 
minutes or hours."

	He sniffled a bit and Zatanna hugged him, saying, "You poor dear.  How 
long do you expect her to be gone this time?"

	"At least five years, probably ten or more."

	"Well, I'm sure she's already missing you like crazy."

	Frank gave a slight laugh.  "With the time difference, she's probably 
still asleep."

	He coughed and cleared his throat.  "On the practical side, I'd like both 
of you to write out undated requests for indefinite leaves of absence.  And 
maybe drop a few hints to people at work that you may be leaving soon.  You're 
both more than welcome to come back and visit whenever you like.  I'll keep your 
room ready for you.  Though would you even be able to visit?  Safely, I mean, so 
you could return home without too much hassle?"

	I answered, "Yes, we've discussed it.  Now that we know that Zatanna's 
magic doesn't really work here, she can leave behind a timed spell of some sort 
to bring us home, right?"

	"That's right," she said still holding onto Frank.  "We'll be back.  I 
mean, we weren't exactly expecting to spend a few years here when we first came, 
but we've both really enjoyed our time here."

	"Yes," I agreed.  "I can understand why Kara thinks of her time here as a 
welcome vacation."

	"Thank you.  I've loved having you both here.  And don't wait too long to 
come back.  If you wait a year and come back, I'll probably be an old man."

	Zatanna smiled and said, "We'll just have to ask your computer to find 
some way of keeping you young."

	He laughed.  "No problem.  I'm sure Alpha can discover the fountain of 
youth or something."  He hugged Zatanna back, then released her and stood up.  
"I need to go shave and finish getting ready.  Then I need to tell the rest of 
the household."

	On his way out the door, he paused and said, "Oh, also, I meant to 
suggest... You're welcome to put my name and number in your databases at home.  
If any of your friends end up stuck in this world, they can call me and I'll do 
what I can for them.  I seem to be making a habit of collecting wayward 
travelers, so I'm willing to embrace that calling as best I can."

	"Thank you.  We'll... well, we'll probably put this dimension down as one 
to avoid if possible, since people tend to get stuck here, but we'll include 
your name and number as a safehouse reference," I said gratefully.

	He left, and Zatanna and I sat in silence for a few minutes, each lost in 
our own thoughts.

	Finally Zatanna said, "That was quite a wake-up call.  Home again, after 
all this time.  It's a strange thought."

	"Yes, and a welcome one.  Mostly.  I find part of myself oddly reluctant 
to go."

	"Me too.  And poor Frank.  I think he might marry Kara if they could 
actually stay together in one world or the other."

	"Maybe, maybe not," I mused.  "It would kill him to hurt the others that 
way. Maybe if he'd had the opportunity before his house started filling up.  As 
it is, I think I feel more sorry for Kara.  She's never had any success in 
dating.  Seeing her with Frank is the happiest I've ever seen her."

	"Yeah."

	"Do you think you could... I mean, once we're home, do you think you could 
bring Frank over for a visit?"

	Zatanna pondered for a moment.  "Well, first I'd have to ask each of them 
if that's what they want.  Then... maybe I can.  Probably.  I can't say for 
certain because he's not rooted in a world with useable magic.... which is 
actually a worry about Kara.  Since she's not originally native to our Earth, 
our universe... well, that's why I wanted to go after her instead of just 
pulling her back home remotely.  It should have been a lot easier that way, and 
would have been if this had been a normal universe.  But there are ways I can 
help strengthen the connection to bring people over, so yes, I can probably 
bring him over."

	"We can ask him about it later."


Rogue
	Frank's announcement kinda caught me off guard.  I mean, Kara, aka Booby 
Lady, was here when I first got here.  She's obviously 'laid first claim' on 
Frank for years.  I knew intellectually that she'd said she would jump back to 
her home world sooner or later, it was just always one of those things in the 
background that no one gave any serious thought to.

	And now she's gone, probably for at least a few years.  Not sure how I 
feel about that.  It's not like I'm gonna make a play for Frank, well no more 
than usual.  I think I may be in love with him, but it's obvious he's not in 
love with me.  Sure he cares about me, probably a lot, but I'm not first in his 
heart.  Not that he'd ever say so.  You just see it in the little things... who 
he sits next to in a crowd, who he listens to more closely.  Then again, I've 
definitely seen times when his eyes lit up all happy to see me.  And he's always 
touchin' me, like he knows I still want reassurin' that I CAN touch people.  So 
maybe he does love me too.

	After he told everyone what happened, the Princess asked to talk to him 
and me in private.  (Ever since I found out that Diana is supposed to be a 
princess on her Amazon Island, I been callin her 'Princess' to myself.  A lot of 
the time, she's real prissy like a princess would be, so that makes it easy.  I 
don't call her that out loud, but I have my own personal names for a lot of 
people.  I think Kasumi is the only one I've ever called by my nickname to her 
face, but then again, I just call her Sweetheart.  Rei is Doll, cause her face 
doesn't really show much emotion.  Kara is the Booby Lady.  Z is Legs.  Jane is 
Slutty.  Daria is Brains.  'They're Slutty and the Brain, they're Slutty and the 
Brain.  One is a genius, the other's a Nympho.'  Doesn't quite fit the theme 
song.  Don't go thinkin' I'm mean about any of this, I just kinda decided that 
everyone needed their own codename and never got around to tellin' 'em.  But I'm 
getting distracted.)

	Zatanna tells us that she thinks she can bring us over to her world if we 
want.  Frank cause Kara is there, and me cause this world ain't my home.  
Princess says she's sure they can get me home from their world.

	Frank's got a bit of a surprised look on his face and mumbles something 
about having to think about it.

	I say, "Thank ya, but Ah can say no thank ya right away.  Ah may end up 
goin' home sooner or later, especially if the comic books are right... but Ah 
think... Ah mean mah powers are more of a curse then anythin' else.  If Ah kin 
make a life here as just a normal person, then Ah'll be a lot happier than Ah 
would be back home.  Or even in your world since Ah bet I'd get mah powers back 
if Ah went to your world too."

	Somehow I'm able to keep my voice from cracking as I continue.  "Even if 
Frank goes with ya, Ah've saved almost alla the money he paid me, so Ah'll be 
all right til I get another job."

	I guess maybe me talking sticks a little pin in Frank or something, 
because he pipes back up after I finish.

	"I think I'd love a quick visit, but I couldn't stay for very long.  
There's too much I'm doing in this world for me to leave it."  He gives a quiet 
little laugh.  "Maybe if I could clone myself, I could send one of me back with 
you."

	Princess shivers a bit and looks at Legs.  Legs says, "Bad idea.  Cloning 
yourself never ends well in our experience."

	"You're probably right," he says.  "All the same... well, you both know 
the kind of work we're doing at AARD.  I like to think we're going to make the 
world a lot better than it was when we started.  Still, if we could keep the 
time differences under control, then I'd love a tour of your world."

	Diana says, "Yes, I never really understood how that varied as much as it 
has.  Can't your computer sort it out?  Or at least estimate a ratio?"

	"Well, for some of it, yes.  For instance, the time spent here compared to 
the time you're gone from your world seems to be roughly 1000 to 1.  A thousand 
minutes here means you've been gone for one minute in your world.  We figure 
that since Kara was gone close to four years, that means she's been from your 
world for roughly a day and a half.  1452 days here.  1.45 days there.  The 
trouble is that the intervening time doesn't match up."

	"How do you mean," asked Z.

	"Well, last time she was here for something like nine months, which 
matched up to the 20 minutes or so she was gone.  But then something like 4 
months passed for her in your world before she came back.  If the ratio held 
true, I'd have been dead and buried when she returned.  Instead it was just 4 or 
5 years for me. It's as if her presence alters the corresponding time flow.  And 
then maybe it'll hold true for while you're here too?  Or maybe having more than 
one person show up this time will change the ratios?  There are just too many 
unknowns.  I'll ask Alpha what her best theories on the subject are later."

	"I understand the problem," Diana says.  This all has nothin' to do with 
me, but I'm fascinated in a fly-on-the-wall sense.  An I have to wonder if maybe 
I've only been gone a few minutes or hours back home right now.  That'd mean 
that if I do ever go home, the comics I've been readin'...  

	"Oh yeah," I says out loud, but I don't realize I've said anythin' out 
loud til they all turn to look at me.

	"Ah was just thinkin' about the comics.  Ah mean, Ah know mah comics are 
more right than wrong.  Right enough that Ah'm real curious how they're getting 
their information.  Ah guess it's the same for y'all?"

	They nod.

	"See, the thing is, since Ah been here, the stories just keep on goin', 
talkin' about stuff that never happened to me as if Ah was still there.  Ah just 
realized that if the time difference y'all were talkin' about is the same for me 
and mah world, then maybe Ah'll end up going home at some point and end up 
livin' through the comic's stories Ah been readin' about.  Like it's fate or 
somethin'."

	"That is an excellent point, sister," says Princess.  "Our comic book 
stories are at least... what do you say, Zana... 60% correct?"

	"More like 90, if you allow for adult content being cleaned up or ignored 
for an all-ages comic book," Zatanna offers.

	"Ninety percent then -- and don't think I haven't considered finding some 
of these writers and asking them how they got their stories.  But that begs 
other questions such as can we change the outcomes for the better knowing what 
we know now?  And a better question is, if we can, should we risk trying to do 
so?"

	Frank gets back into the conversation at that point.  "Doesn't it also 
raise even more questions about the time differences between our worlds?  Are 
the writers getting visions about your futures?  Does their writing affect your 
worlds?  Or is there some non-linear psychic resonance between the worlds that 
the writers are picking up on?"

	Diana says, "The best I can do is pose the questions to those in a better 
position to know.  Metron springs to mind."

	"Dr Fate," Zatanna offers.

	"Yes, and perhaps Waverider or Rip Hunter."

	"Ah'm thinkin' about Dr Strange an the Watcher on my world.  If the big 
bald guy would even talk to me, that is.  Ooooh, or Reed Richards.  He's done a 
lot of work with time and goin' to other dimensions."

	"Well if anyone finds out anything, let me know," says Frank.  "Right now, 
I need to go to work and see if I can figure out how to smooth over Kara's 
sudden disappearance."

	After he left the room, I turned to the other two before I left and said, 
"Y'all know that if you're maybe about to leave, y'all should really be sure to 
give Frank a big ole goodbye night.  Ah'm sure whoever is on the list for 
tonight would be willin' to swap out for ya."

	
Zatanna
	That afternoon, after I had written up as vague an extended leave request 
as I could, Frank called us into his office.  He showed us a video recreation of 
Kara on his computer and asked us if we thought it was realistic.

	"I feel bad about doing this," he explained, "but she was part of the 
company.  If she just disappears, then things will get complicated, especially 
since she embarrassed a mob goon a few months ago."

	"I'm sure she'd understand," I reassured him.  "At the same time, it's not 
quite ready yet."

	"I know the hair isn't realistic yet -- that takes extra processing 
power."

	"It's not only the hair," I interrupted.  "Her speech is a little stilted. 
Visually her face looks amazingly realistic."

	"I wish I had more videos of her to go from.  For that matter, I wish I 
had thought to have her write up a 'going away' letter."  He laughed sadly to 
himself. "For that matter, I wish she was still here.  Well, we'll keep working 
on the simulation."

	"How are you holding up?" I ask.  His eyes still look a little red.

	"I'll be fine.  Keeping busy helps.  And judging from her past 
disappearances, I'll be fine in a week or two.  I think it was just that this 
stay was so long that I really got used to her always being here.  Truthfully, I 
expect it to get worse before it gets better because I expect you two to 
disappear pretty soon."

	I really had no response to that.  It was too sweet and sad at the same 
time. He recovered quickly and forced a smile.

	"On the plus side, you, my dear sweet lady, are about to get your magic 
back. And you," he turned to Diana, "are about to once again be the strongest 
woman in the world.  Or tied for it, since you might not want to specifically 
claim to be the strongest in front of Kara once you get back."

	Diana walked over to him and hugged him, kissing the top of his head.  I 
noticed she hugged him so that his face went directly in-between her breasts.  I 
was torn between wanting to smile at her and kick her for doing it before I 
thought to.

	"Sweet boy," she said, "remember that we will come back.  I agree with 
Kara that this is a very nice place to come for a vacation.  It even has the 
advantage that we are not gone long from home when we visit.  And we don't get 
attacked by random villains or monsters while we are relaxing here."

	Frank said something, but it was well muffled by her breasts.

	She stepped back and requested, "Can you say that again?"

	"I love you too.  Both of you.  Do you think you two could talk to whoever 
was on the schedule for tonight and..."

	"Already taken care of," she said.  Kasumi had been his scheduled bedmate 
tonight, but she was very understanding of our situation.


Diana
	Dinner that evening was quiet.  Word had gotten around that we were 
probably going to disappear soon, so we had both gotten a lot of heartfelt hugs 
and kisses even though no one knew when.

	After dinner, Alpha had asked us both to spend some time talking with her. 
She explained that she had some theories that might help us work with the people 
back home.

	"I believe that our universes have similar but independent time axes. 
Nonspecific and unguided movement between the two will result in movement 
forward when compared to previous entry points.  With added precision and 
applied energy, it is possible to use movement between the universes to move 
backward or forward in time to any desired point.  With no additional energy but 
with increased precision and guidance, greatly reduced or accelerated forward 
movement is possible."

	"This isn't my forte," I pointed out.  "Could you make it a little more 
simple for me?"

	"I am sorry, I thought I was.  I am leaving out all references to quantum 
frequencies, string resonances, Einstein-Rosen bridges, and other theories that 
apply.  Perhaps some examples to explain?"

	"Yes, please," said Zatanna.

	"Kara's movement from her universe to this universe and back always moves 
forward in time by generally random amounts because it is unguided.  Time in 
both of our universes moves in the same direction but at different speeds.  
Since our universes are separate and independent, the comparative speeds are 
only relevant for such random movement from one to the other.  If you can apply 
some kind of guidance to the movement, you can choose your re-entry point with 
no additional energy requirement as long as you move in the same direction, ie 
move forward in time.
	"Thus after you return to your universe, you can choose to re-enter this 
universe at any time in the future, from one second to one million years using 
no more energy than you did before, regardless of how long you spend in your 
universe in the intervening time.  Similarly, you can choose to return to your 
universe at any point forward of your departure time, from one second on up, 
regardless of how much time you spend in this universe.
	"As an example, let us assume you return to your home universe five 
minutes from now.  If you so wished, you could spend a year in your universe, 
then use Zatanna's magic to return you to this universe and arrive 10 minutes 
from now or a year from now.  You could then stay here a year before returning 
to your home universe, choosing to arrive a minute after you left.
	"Another possibility is that there is a fixed ratio of time spent between 
universes that must be met.  For example, if there is a 1:10 ratio then for 365 
days spent in this universe, you must spend at least 36.5 days in your universe. 
Although if this is the case, the exact ratio and how flexible it is remains 
unknown and may require extensive experimentation.
	"In the case of such a ratio, there would be a minimum about of time 
between exit and re-entry points in this universe."

	"I get it.  But then why does Kara keep returning here so randomly?"

	"Please understand that I am fitting likely theories to fit the known 
facts, and I am less certain of Kara's method of coming here.  My best theory is 
that because of her unique nature as a being without an existing home universe, 
her quantum resonance, malleable and unanchored, kept her in a stable state in 
your universe only so long as it was not acted upon by an outside force.  When 
she was forcibly dimensionally shifted out of your universe, her resonance began 
fluctuating between the two universes.  The energy of her makeup on a quantum 
level now has two competing frequencies.  When her energies harmonize and one 
such frequency peaks, she shifts to the universe matching that peaking 
frequency."

	"How could she control it?"

	"Theoretically, if you apply a large amount of energy attuned to one 
universe or the other, it could force her to shift to that universe.  It is 
unlikely that such a solution would be permanent, but it would allow her to 
shift at will."

	"Why didn't you do this for her before now?"

	"We do not have the technology to do so, even if my theories are correct.  
If Dr Hamilton and/or STAR labs in your universe has been researching the 
problem, and if their technology is on par with what we see in comic books, it 
is likely that he could provide her with a device to allow such control, perhaps 
even with a degree of control over the duration of her visits."

	We talked about it for a few more minutes so I understood it well enough 
to relay the theory to Dr Hamilton once we got back.  Kara might be able to 
intelligently discuss things like this with Alpha, but as for Zatanna and 
myself?  It's not really within our various fields of expertise. 


	A couple hours later, most of us were sitting in the entertainment room, 
watching the evening news.  Zatanna came downstairs and caught my eye, giving me 
a nod.

	I got up and moved over to Frank.  He met my eyes and gave me a nod.  
After giving a quick kiss on the cheek to each of the ladies sitting next to him 
-- Kasumi and Anna Marie -- he stood up and took my proffered hand.

	I still get a rush of feelings every time he touches me.  I feel warm and 
excited, from my head down to my womanhood, which I'm certain just got moister. 
I've been around other men and women who had this effect on me, but I don't 
remember it being as strong with anyone else.  I once again feel jealous that 
Kara got to him first.

	Zatanna takes his other arm and we walk hand-in-hand-in-hand up the 
stairs. I could swear I see Zatanna's legs wobble a bit when he touches her.  I 
smile to myself as I think that maybe his attraction to women is his actual 
superpower.  If so, I'd hate to see what might be like in our world where 
superpowers are common and much stronger.  He'd cause riots just walking down 
the street.  (On the other hand, he can usually interact with other women in 
this world without affecting them this way so maybe it only happens when you get 
to know him.)

	Zatanna has set up his bedroom with lit candles surrounding the room, soft 
music playing in the background and rose petals spread on the bed.  Thinking 
about it objectively, even I'll admit it's very girly, but I don't think either 
of us is thinking objectively at the moment.  Despite our plans to return 
someday, it is entirely possible that tonight will be our last night together.  
I pray to Hera that we are at least granted this full night together.  To be 
torn away from him now would be heart-rending.

	We seat him on the bed and stand before him.  I am usually not one to put 
on displays for men, but as he has freely put himself on display for me, I 
cannot begrudge this to him.  And it is a gift freely offered, not demanded.  I 
am sure Hera would not condemn me for it.

	As he watches, I slowly strip Zatanna bare before his eyes.  She is 
dressed in a business suit, with jacket, slacks and bowtie.  The tie goes first 
with a simple yank, a hooked finger to release the last of the knot, then a slow 
pull to free it from her collar.  I toss it on the bed next to him and move 
behind my friend to pull off her jacket.  
	From behind her, I reach around to unbutton her white blouse.  Through the 
material, I can feel her nipples pressing hard against the fabric and I yearn 
for the moment when Frank and I can suckle them side-by-side.  I slide her shift 
off, leaving only her white, lacy bra above her waist.  Leaving it alone for the 
moment, I unbuckle her belt and unzip her trousers.  Her hips sway from side to 
side as I slide the material down to her feet.  Even though her shoes, high-
heeled black pumps, are still on, her legs pull themselves free of her pants 
smoothly as I hold the material.  She has such wonderful legs, long, smooth and 
strong.  
	Now I stand back up and unclasp her bra, freeing her wonderfully creamy 
pale breasts.  From behind her, I reach around to cup them, as if offering them 
for Frank to partake of them at his will.  I rub her nipples with my thumbs for 
a moment and her hands come up to hold mine in place.
	I kneel down and kiss her outer thigh before sliding her pure white 
panties to the floor.  I can't help but notice that the front is soaking wet.  
No doubt mine are the same.

	We'll soon find out as Zatanna pulls me to my feet and stands behind me, 
now clad only in her high heels.  I am much more casually dressed than she had 
been, in only a blouse and trousers, though my underwear is a bit more exciting 
than her pretty little white lace.
	Before removing my blouse, Zatanna's hands search out my nipples through 
the material and upon finding them, lightly pinch them through the material... 
as if they could get any harder.  Finally she begins unbuttoning my blouse, 
pulling it back to reveal my lacy black half-cup bra which offers my breasts for 
inspection.  She licks her fingers and spends another moment playing with my 
exposed nipples
	I'm not wearing high heels tonight, so when she moves to my trousers, I 
quickly kick off my shoes.  She unsnaps and unzips my pants, then has to work 
hard to pull them down.  I deliberately wore my tightest stretch pants tonight.  
Once she has them down to my knees, her job becomes much easier and I step free 
of them one leg at a time.
	My panties are black, lacy and tiny.  I almost wore g-string panties 
tonight, but I wanted some pretty lace.  These are almost nothing but lace and 
ride low over my pubic mound, my carefully shaved tuft of hair showing over the 
top of lace band.  Zatanna doesn't remove them right away though, or even move 
back up to my bra.  Instead she starts rubbing me through the thin lace, feeling 
the heat and wetness pouring from my lower lips.  I feel my body shiver as a 
whole as her fingers find and rub my clit through the fabric, and I come from 
just her touch and Frank's eyes.  Not a full and satisfying orgasm, but a small 
one that primes me for more action to come.
	She hugs me from behind for a moment and I feel her nipples dig into my 
back as her lips kiss my neck.  When she pulls away, I feel her fingers search 
between my breasts for the small front clasp that holds the bra together.  
Releasing it, she slides her hands down my body, almost casually hooking her 
thumbs into my panties and pulling them down.

	Now I am fully naked, as is Zatanna save for her shoes.  We sit down on 
either side of Frank and begin to caress him with our fingers and lips.  His 
hands and lips eagerly seek us out in return and my skin burns from each touch 
of his fingers.  I am so lost in the feelings that I don't even notice as his 
clothes are removed, only focusing on him again when I feel his erection 
suddenly slap against his belly and my rubbing hand.

	I don't realize how quiet we've all been until Frank whispers, "You're 
both so beautiful.  Much too lovely for me."

	In response, I dig my tongue between his lips and search for his tonsils. 
When we come up for air, Zatanna is there waiting for her turn.  We end up 
trading him back and forth for a few minutes before we move on.

	I give Zatanna first crack at his cock tonight.  I laid her down on the 
bed and she spread her legs in anticipation.  I stretched out next to her and 
watched as Frank filled her womanhood with his male member.  Seeing her vaginal 
lips stretching around him made my own clit tingle with memories and 
anticipation.

	While Frank fucked her, I spent my time kissing her beautiful lips, 
playing with her breasts and nipples and rubbing her clit.  Zatanna is a 
gorgeous woman who really doesn't sleep with other women very often, so I am 
always glad of opportunities like this.  Sometimes she makes the cutest little 
squeaking noise when she comes, and I'm determined to hear it from her tonight, 
more than once if possible.

	After about five minutes, she has her first orgasm, but does it quietly. 
Frank doesn't let up and she has another about three minutes later while I'm 
scraping my teeth lightly across her left nipple while I rub both sides of her 
clit with my fingers.  This second time I hear what I'm after as her breathing 
quickens, almost to the point of hyperventilating, and she starts making a high-
pitched "eeee... eeee... eeee..." sound.  As she comes this time, her hands 
clutch me to her chest and, once she lets me go, I notice her legs had also 
wrapped around Frank's waist, drawing him into her.

	When she releases him and he pulls out, I can tell he came inside of her.

	"You need to stay hard a bit longer tonight," I say as I move to take his 
half-hard member into my mouth.  The combination of juices is wonderful, but I 
am not highly skilled at fellatio.  Once his member is clean, I pull it out and 
rub it between my breasts.  I know very well why men are fascinated by Kara and 
myself, and tonight I don't mind using it to my advantage.  From past 
experience, Frank is unlikely to let the evening end with a single climax, but I 
want to make sure I receive my due tonight as well.

	I needn't have worried.  He quickly regains his hardness, and once I am 
certain he is again ready, I release him and reposition myself.  I place my 
mouth firmly over Zatanna's leaking vagina and raise my hips in the air.  He 
takes the hint and quickly warms his cock in my cunt.  The familiar feel of his 
penis helps transport me to a world of pleasure.  My tongue feasts on the cream-
filled pussy before me while my pussy is pounded.

	I am aroused enough that my first climax arrives in less than three 
minutes, followed by more crests every minute or two after.  Frank once 
mentioned how wonderful it feels when my vaginal muscles milk his penis when we 
make love, so I do my best to give him that pleasure as we go along.  Apparently 
it works well, because he comes a second time only ten minutes into this second 
fuck of the night.

	To top it all off, I am rewarded with another flood of womanly juices from 
Zatanna as she receives another orgasm herself from my ministrations. 

	The three of us collapse into a very happy head of bodies.  Tonight was 
hardly the longest or most thorough bed romp we've had, but it seems very 
satisfying to me.  I'm already crawling under the covers when Frank points to 
the candles around the room, still burning and probably a fire hazard.  I 
suppress a sigh and go around the room to put them out while Frank pulls off 
Zatanna's shoes.

	We go to sleep with Frank nestled between Zatanna and myself.


Kara
	I'm very disoriented, but I'm hovering in mid-air, so I'm apparently home. 
It's full daylight, so it's obviously been a while, I think to myself... then I 
am being tackled in mid-air, just as the strange-looking ray gun below me fires 
and I pass out.


	When I come to, I'm at the bottom of a small pile of bodies... early 
morning... in the woods somewhere...  somewhere familiar.

	I start by shoving the people on top of me off my back and stand up.

	One of the people now sprawled on the ground next to me is a red-head 
dressed like a Japanese schoolgirl.  She's outfitted in one of those pervy 
Japanese sailor uniforms you see in anime, sitting on her butt rubbing her head.

	The other person with me is... Supergirl?  Supergirl, aka Kara Zor-El... 
whereas I am Kara Zor-L.  My younger counterpart from the current timeline in my 
adopted universe.  It can get confusing, but basically we're alternate reality 
versions of each other even though we're not much alike.  We don't spend much 
time together because occasionally our powers go a little wonky when we're in 
close proximity.

	I sigh out loud.  Powers going wonky is the least of my worries.  What the 
hell just happened?  Actually, that's a very good question, one worth asking out 
loud.

	"What the hell just happened?"


Kasumi
	I slept alone last night, so I am easily able to get up on time in the 
morning.  I put on my sports bra and panties and gi, and as I start for the 
exercise room, I begin putting the day's schedule together mentally.  Make 
breakfast, pack lunches, plan dinner.  I need to start preparing the gardens for 
winter soon, so I add another stop to my shopping trip schedule.

	When I reach the exercise room, the treadmill is running by itself.  There 
is an emergency cutoff which is clipped onto clothing so that the machine will 
stop in case of accident, but it is dangling loose, a pair of running shorts 
clipped to it.  

	I reach over to the controls to turn it off but stop when I notice more 
clothing behind the treads.  I finally recognize them as Diana's exercise 
clothes, and my breath catches in my throat.

	In my time in Japan, I have seen stranger things than what the comic book 
women have described to me, but it is still disconcerting to think that Diana 
may have vanished out of her clothes without warning.

	I take the clothes and hurry to Frank-sama's room.  I have been here many, 
many times, but never with bad news like this.

	I knock quietly, then a little louder.  I think I hear a quiet response, 
perhaps just a grunting, from inside.  I choose to interpret that as an 
invitation to enter.

	Inside, I see Frank-sama, alone in his huge bed.  He is moving but is 
obviously not really awake yet.

	"Frank?  I found Diana's clothing in the exercise room.  Is Miss Zatanna 
here?"  He has long since trained me out of using Japanese honorifics when I 
address people, but I still think of them as such.  Frank-sama is an important 
man and the head of the household and so should be respected, as should many of 
the others.

	He seems to wake up and reaches out his arm, feeling the bed near him.  He 
throws the covering off, revealing his familiar nudity.  I don't blush because 
my eyes, like his, are focused on the empty bed and Miss Zatanna's clothes on 
the floor.

	He falls back to the bed and says in a very tired voice, "Thank you, 
Kasumi.  I'll double-check, but I think they are gone now too.  We'll need to 
pack away their things for storage too."

	"Hai," I say, and I back out of his room, closing the door.

	I hear a faint machine rumbling sound and realize I never turned off the 
treadmill, so I return to the exercise room and do so.  I am startled by the 
phone ringing.  The main house phone has extensions in eight different rooms, 
including the exercise room.

	I don't want Frank-sama disturbed at such an early hour right now, so I 
quickly answer it myself.

	"Hello, _____ residence."

	I hear a very unexpected voice greet me.

	"Hello?  Kasumi, is that you?"

	"Kara-sama?  Is that... are you all right?  Where are you?"  I feel a bit 
beside myself.  I have been grieving for her as if she were dead, so it feels as 
if it is a voice from the grave speaking to me.

	"I'm fine, Kasumi.  Would you please get Frank and tell him I'm back at 
his cabin.  And I brought guests."

	"Are Miss Diana and Zatanna with you?"

	"Uhh... no.  Are they gone too?"

	"Hai, I mean, yes, they appear to have disappeared this morning."

	I am walking with the cordless phone as we talk, and knock on Frank's door 
again.

	I hear him call out, "Come in.  Who's on the phone?"

	"Kara."

	"Who?"

	"Kara-sama is on the phone."

	"You're kidding," he says, but he is already moving towards me, still 
naked, his male member dangling down between his legs.  I feel myself start to 
blush a little as I hand him the phone.

	"Hello, Kara?...  Are you really back?.... What happened?...  Okay, but... 
No, I didn't do anything on my end....  Who's with you?.... You're kidding... 
Okay, okay.... Not long, just over a day...  Uhhh... I'll be over as quick as I 
can, but I'm not even dressed yet... Don't worry about the cabin door, we'll get 
it fixed.  I just didn't expect anyone would show up again so quickly, so I 
hadn't put the key back...  Yeah, I think there's something, granola bars at 
least... Look, I'll be there as soon as I can.... Yeah, Diana and Zatanna 
disappeared this morning.  I haven't confirmed it yet, but we're pretty sure...  
No, she said... Uh, look, we can talk about all of this once I'm out there.  
Kara, I'm overjoyed you're back, and at the same time, I'm sorry you didn't get 
to stay home very long for some reason.  I'll see you soon.  Bye."

	Frank hangs up the phone, hands it back to me, then grabs me and whirls me 
around in a circle.  He gives me quick kiss and puts me down.

	"I gotta get dressed..." He pauses and sniffs himself.  "I gotta take a 
quick shower, then get dressed.  Get a couple rooms ready for more visitors, 
Kara apparently didn't come alone."

	Then he dashes off to his bathroom.  It was wonderful seeing him happy 
again. A small part of me wants to leave my new home and come back to see if I'd 
get such a strong reaction too, but I know I'd never deliberately hurt him like 
that.

	I hurry off to my room, my morning katas forgotten.

* * * * *

Frank (interlude)
	So far, this is going with clockwork-like smoothness.  Having three sets 
of extra hands to help out really makes things easy.

	The night before last, Kara was put in a nanopod where she spent the day, 
her memories being updated to include a brief trip back home.  We took the 
opportunity to start updating her body as well.  We can now work a thin but 
exceedingly strong lattice of carbon nano-tubes into the skin itself to give it 
an amazing degree of strength and damage resistance while maintaining natural 
flexibility and feel.  One day is not enough time to cover Kara's entire body, 
but at least we got a good start.  

	Up until now, her damage resistance has mainly been built into her muscles 
and bones.  Bones, of course, are the easiest to strengthen.  You could drive a 
semi over her rib cage without risking a crack.  Heck, that's mostly how Diana 
was able to catch a small caliber bullet back in Vegas; the bullet hit the 
spread of bones in the hand directly.  Once you combine the new skin with 
everything else, she'll have better protection than kevlar.

	Our old style of sub-dermal nano-weave is still there.  Though flexible, 
it really can't stretch very well, which has its uses.  As I've pointed out 
before, theoretically Kara's breasts will never sag with age.

	Alpha is also updating her eyes and ears with her latest sensory designs 
for even better aural and audio frequency coverage.  We have a couple other 
possible upgrades in mind, but there's not sufficient time.

	It's amazing how much faster and better our methods have gotten over the 
past few years.  The actual body-construction still takes a minimum of two 
months, but the brain and memory design for each new woman can be done in less 
than two weeks. Yes, there are on the order of 100 billion neurons in the human 
brain, but we don't need to create individual programming for each one.  The 
brainstem and cerebellum setups are largely identical from one brain to the 
next... well, for our purposes they are anyway.  The neocortex is where the 
individualization comes in, which is... what... roughly a third of the brain?  
And even there Alpha can make great use of the brains she designed before, 
copying language features, common sensory memories and such.  It can take a lot 
of processing power, but we have (by which I mean, Alpha has) reduced the time 
required to design a brain from 2 months down to 2 weeks or less, depending on 
what or who we want to build.
	Actually physically programming the neurons can be done in less than six 
hours if Alpha devotes all available resources to it.
	A cross-disciplinary student of computer science and medicine might be 
shocked at even the two month figure.  What can I say?  If you want to have 
truly astounding computation abilities, you need to have your programming and OS 
redesigned from the inside out by someone living on the inside of your computer.

	Early this morning, Beta and Epsilon cleaned and dressed old Kara (Power 
Girl) and new Kara (Supergirl) and took them out to the cabin.  While they were 
being put in place, Elisa and I put Diana and Zatanna in the storage pods and 
arranged the clothing.  The treadmill was turned on just before the Karas were 
awakened, and also just before the rest of the household was turned back on.  
Kasumi and Rogue's alarm clocks would have gone off just a few minutes later, 
though obviously Anna Marie is slower to get up in the morning than Kasumi.

	Epsilon is in place and knows her role.  I hope she plays it well, but no 
one else here knows the character's background so as long as she's consistent we 
should be fine.

	I have to say, times like this are my favorite.  Well, aside from certain 
instances of mind-blowing sex, but that goes without saying.  I love being in 
the middle of a story that I wrote.  

	I'm singing with the radio as I drive out to the cabin.  I pass Beta on 
her way back home and wave at her.

* * * * *

Kara
	So we end up sitting around the cabin, eating granola bars while we 
discuss our situation.  Or rather, while I explain our situation while the other 
two explain their presence.

	Supergirl is the easy one to explain.  She was helping out Dr Hamilton 
from STAR labs who was attempting to retrieve Diana, Zatanna and myself.  We had 
been missing for over a day, so he scavenged one of his existing dimensional 
observers to make a retrieval device.  He used his old data of my examinations 
and focused a beam of energy attuned to that frequency at our point of departure 
in an attempt to shake us free from Frank's world.

	The device requires a few seconds to charge up before firing, so when I 
showed up as it was preparing to fire, Supergirl tried to tackle me out of the 
way but was instead caught in the beam herself with me.

	Initial observations seem to show that the beam sent the two us back to 
this world while it successfully rescued Diana and Zatanna.  Straightforward 
enough, as these things go.

	I have mixed feelings about Supergirl being here with me.  We're 
supposedly pretty much the same person, but I don't see it.  I'll grant that we 
have practically the same name -- Kara Zor-L vs Kara Zor-El -- and both have 
blonde hair.  We have kinda the same power set, but I'm not affected by the same 
Kryptonite types that she is... not that Kryptonite is likely to be a factor in 
this world.  Our facial structures aren't that close and I definitely have a 
much larger cup size than she does.  Then again, she's still a teenager.  She 
just turned 18, so she's an adult, but she probably hasn't finished developing 
yet.

	I'm a little worried because I've caught her chatting up every cute 
superhero in the business.  She's a flirt, a cock-tease, running around in a 
short skirt and belly-shirt version of Superman's outfit.  (I suppose I should 
be grateful she wears shorts under the skirt.  Most of the time.)  I snuck a 
look at her womanly portal a few year ago out of curiosity and discovered that 
she's actually still a virgin, which was a huge surprise.  I know for a fact 
that she's given blow jobs to more than one Teen Titan.  If the comics are 
right, she's about to join the new Justice League, and I have to wonder how many 
BJs she'll hand out there.

	So if I'm honest with myself, I'm worried that I may suddenly find myself 
in competition for Frank's affections against a younger version of myself.

	The other girl has basically described herself as a dimensional stowaway.  
She described it as hitchhiking, but a hitchhiker that doesn't ask is a 
stowaway. She hasn't given up many details yet, but she said she used a 
dimensional shifter she took from a friend/enemy to get away from said 
friend/enemy.  The shifter didn't have the power to move her through dimensions 
by itself so it had to latch onto another dimensional power surge somewhere else 
in order to activate... meaning she probably latched onto Dr Hamilton's 
equipment and was shifted along with us.  She's a little upset because she 
expected any other dimensional travelers to be able to send her on her way 
instead of being stuck here with us.

	She mentioned being friends with an alien princess from a world that sent 
a huge warship to attack Earth to retrieve her.  This of course puts both 
Supergirl and myself a little on edge, making us determined to keep a close eye 
on her.

	I'm still describing the limitations of this world -- no super powers, no 
super heroes, no magic, almost no super-advanced technology but it's on its way 
-- when I hear a car pulling up the gravel drive to the cabin.  I look out and 
see Frank pulling up in his minivan.  I can't help but feel my heart skip a beat 
when I see him again.  He's what keeps me from being homesick, and the reason 
I'm not more upset that I lost my chance to go home.

	I do a quick hair and costume check in a wall mirror -- then give my bust 
a quick adjustment because my costume's chest oval is a bit off center -- and 
I'm out the door to greet him.  He's carrying a duffel bag towards the cabin 
door, and I see him break into a huge grin when he sees me.

	"Kara!  You're a wonderful if unexpected sight for sore eyes."  He opens 
his arms and we embrace.  I remind myself not to squeeze TOO hard.  "What 
happened?  I thought you had gone back home for a few years."

	"It'll take a little while to tell..." I start.

	A voice from behind me chimes in, "We tried to do a manual retrieval on 
the three of them, but she came back too early, got caught in the retrieval beam 
and instead got both of us sent here."

	"...Or not very long at all if you go for a quick summary," I continue.  I 
break off the embrace, hope my nipples aren't poking through my costume fabric 
too obviously, and turn around.  "I guess introductions are in order.  Frank, 
this is my... colleague Linda Lang, aka Supergirl.  Linda, this is my very good 
friend Frank."

	"I'm honored to meet you, Linda."

	He offers her his hand to shake, and she presses it between both her hands 
as if keeping it warm for him.

	"I'm glad to meet you too, Frank.  Kara seems to think you're the perfect 
host, from what little she's told us of you."

	I really don't like the way she's looking at him, so I move the 
introductions along.

	"And this is A-ko, our dimensional stowaway.  A-ko, this is Frank, who is 
probably the only other person in this dimension who might understand your 
situation."

	He pulls away from Linda and greets the red-head.  "Pleased to meet you, 
Miss A-ko.  Welcome to my world."

	"I'm glad to meet you, Mr Frank."

	She's blushing as he shakes her hand, and as soon as he lets go, her hand 
flies to the back of her head to play with her hair self-consciously.  I'm not 
sure how old she is, but emotionally she seems to still be a teenager... with a 
sudden crush... on Frank... of course.  Dear god, why?  Does he exude some kind 
of super pheromone that makes women fall for him?  I mean, I know why I fell in 
love with him (and yes, I finally admitted to myself that I love him a few years 
ago), and I know it didn't happen right away for me.

	I have to remind myself that we're all (probably) adults and that I have 
no binding claim on him.

	Frank himself interrupts my train of thought.

	He holds up the duffel bag, saying "I brought a few changes of clothes, if 
you want to swap out.  Remember, there are no super heroes in this world, so 
you'd really stand out in your current outfits.  You too, Miss A-ko.  Those 
clothes you're wearing only exist in Japanese anime in this country."

	And I'm again touched by his thoughtfulness and foresight as I take the 
bag.

	"We'll be out in just a minute," I tell him as I herd the others back into 
the cabin.

	"Sure, and we can stop by for food on the way back home, if you'd like.  
Or we can wait to get home and Kasumi can feed you some actual good food."

	I've been so distracted by the situation that I hadn't realized my stomach 
was mostly empty.  Two granola bars isn't enough.  For whatever reason, every 
time I jump dimensions, I arrive starving. I'd have to guess that any undigested 
food in my stomach gets left behind.  Which makes me worried about what Frank's 
bed looked like after I left.

	Still, fast food or Kasumi's food?  No real choice there.  "Please let 
Kasumi know she'll have three extra people for breakfast."

	Once the door is closed, Linda squeals, "Oh, he's sooo handsome, y'know, 
for an older guy.  Can I share him?"

	"I'll think about it," I say with a bit of a smirk.  Inside I'm saying, 
'Damn it!  Damn it!  Damn it!'.  I mean, it's not like I'll be able to hide our 
home situation from her.  I try to shove the thoughts aside and I unzip the bag.


Supergirl
	So I've made out with and given blow jobs to three different Robins, 
Superboy, Kid Flash and a couple others, but I've never gotten as wet as fast as 
I did when I met Frank just a minute ago.  

	I'll admit I sometimes get squishy around men who are a little older.  For 
instance, Hal Jordan aka Green Lantern... one of the Green Lanterns... I've 
heard stories that he's slept with a lot of women and has a lot of experience in 
the sack, which made me curious.  I think the only reason I failed to seduce him 
was because I was too young at the time.  If I remember right, that was just 
before I turned 17.  I suppose his refusal makes sense, him being a cop.

	Now I'm 18... well, as best we can figure.  It's hard to estimate ages 
when you live on different planets and spend most of your life in suspended 
animation inside a giant Kryptonite asteroid.  (It's a long, boring story.  My 
life only got interesting after I crashed to Earth.)  Anyway, the point is that 
now no one can reject me because I'm 'jail bait'.

	I'm sure some people would be surprised to find out that I'm a virgin.  
Well, to be clear on the subject, I've never had vaginal sex with a man.  It's 
not a religious or moral choice or anything like that.  I just want my first 
time to be with someone skilled in bed.  

	The boys I've met are cute and enthusiastic, but I don't think they have 
much staying power or bedroom skills.  Robin might have... Tim Drake/Robin 
#3/Red Robin might have done okay.  Probably Dick Grayson/Robin #1/Nightwing 
too.  Too bad neither of them were willing to sleep with me.  Robins 1 & 3 were 
loyal to their girlfriends.  Mostly loyal, that is.  Blowjobs were fine.  But 
the point is, most of the guys I've met really didn't look like they'd be much 
good in bed.  For example, Bart Allen/Kid Flash might be a great hero, but when 
I gave him a blowjob, he shot off twice within 30 seconds.  And Superboy was way 
too much like a rutting jock.

	On the flip side, I've also made out with half a dozen girls.  Cassie... 
ummm... Wonder Girl is the best pussy licker I've ever met.  I really want to 
get Wonder Woman between my legs, because if Cassie and Donna are her pupils, 
I've got to meet the master.  I just haven't had the opportunity yet.

	But enough reminiscing.  When we get inside the cabin again, I tease Karen 
a bit and ask if she'd share Frank with me.  I'm only half joking as I ask, and 
maybe she picks up on that.  She says she'll think about it and treats it like 
it's a joke, but she's grinding her teeth a little.  I think that probably means 
no sharing. 

	Kara hands me a shirt and skirt.  I strip down to my shorts and sports bra 
and take a glance over at Red... umm... Echo or whatever.  She's the shortest 
person in the room, but she's pretty nicely proportioned.  Her tits are at least 
as big as mine (B cups) and nicely perky.  I'm not nearly as jealous as I used 
to be about bra sizes, especially since it's pretty futile to compare against 
Kara.  My secret hope is that we're enough alike that in a few years I'll match 
her rather imposing bosom.

	On the assumption that these loaner clothes are Kara's, I'm a bit gleeful 
that the skirt is noticeably too loose, and annoyed that the shirt is so baggy. 
They look especially large on Red, but I think that's mainly because she's 
comparatively so short.  Kara's a little over six feet tall, I'm around 5'9", 
but Red tops out at maybe 5'4".


Kara
	I hurry the ladies along.  A-ko seems a bit nervous and tends to scratch 
her head and play with her hair a lot.  She's one of those annoying women with 
full, voluminous hair that tends to look great with a minimum of attention.  I 
tend to keep mine kind of short for a few different reasons, such as not 
providing my opponents with easy handholds in a fight, plus I like the way it 
frames my face... and it tends to get more damaged the longer I let it grow 
(lasers and such).

	We pile into the minivan and start the hour or so drive home.  I repeat my 
story to Frank, adding what little else I know.  He assures me we'll figure it 
all out.

	When we hit civilization, I grinned to myself and suggested we stop for 
gas.

	"We still have half a tank," he said, looking mildly confused.

	"Yeah, but I need to show Linda..."  I paused and looked back at her.  "Do 
you want to keep the Linda name?  I know you've used a couple different names, 
and we'll need to make you a new ID while you're here.  I use my old 'Karen 
Starr' as my civvie identity myself."

	"Sure.  I guess it would be a bit confusing to have two different Kara's. 
I'll be plain old Linda Lang."

	"Actually, we may need to adjust that a bit while you're here," Frank 
said, "but we can go over specifics when we get home.  Now what were you saying 
Karen?"

	"Oh, yeah.  I want to show Linda the same thing I showed Diana and Zatanna 
when they first arrived."

	I can almost see the mental light bulb go off as he gets it.  "Oh, sure 
thing."

	A few minutes later, Frank pulled into one of the few gas 
stations/convenience stores that still carry comics.  I lead Linda inside, with 
A-ko following out of curiosity. 


Supergirl/Linda
	My elder 'sister' is obviously about to have some fun at my expense, but I 
can't figure out what she's up to.  I mean, what's she possibly going to do to 
me or show me at a gas station?  Do they have Kryptonite-flavored icees or 
something?

	She takes us to the magazine rack, stands back and asks me if I see 
anything interesting.  I give her a LOOK, like she must be kidding.  Seriously.  
I look at A-ko to see if she can back me up at all.  Red is staring pretty 
seriously at something near the bottom of the rack.  I follow her gaze and... 
OH... MY... GOD...

	You have GOT to be kidding me.  I kneel down and start grabbing comics.  
Justice League... Superman... Wonder Woman... and Supergirl?

	"Are these... Is this for real?"  I wave the Supergirl comic at her.

	"Don't you trust your senses?"

	"That's not what I mean," I glare at her.

	She has this annoying grin on her face as she says, "Yes, it's for real.  
I can show you some Power Girl comics too when we get back to the house.  Grab 
whatever you want and I'll pay for it."  She waves what has to be Frank's credit 
card at me.

	I grab $30 worth of comics that look interesting, plus a breakfast shake 
and then we're back on the road.  'Big sis' tries to explain how in this world 
we're fictional comic book characters, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense 
to me, but... well, it's hard to argue with the evidence in my hands.  At the 
same time, just who is it that draws these things?  My nose doesn't actually 
look like that, does it?


Epsilon A-ko
	Despite my nervousness at playing this role, I find that I am enjoying 
myself.

	I have complete data on all four Project A-Ko movies, plus the Grey & Blue 
Side movies with the alternate versions of the characters.  

	My character's backstory uses a combination of the two worlds, though I am 
free to improvise as needed.  The basic idea is that A-ko's rival, B-ko, created 
a device to get rid of A-ko.  This occurred after the main Project A-ko movies, 
where B-ko is a very talented inventor who regularly attempts to defeat or 
otherwise get rid of A-ko.  The device moved both of them into a different 
universe (the Versus Grey/Blue Side movies).  A-ko eventually convinces the B-ko 
of that universe to recreate her device which A-ko used to end up here and now.

	I am not to reveal the details of this to anyone other than those who 
already believe in dimensional travel.  To normal or mundane people, I am a new 
hire for AARD to take over Diana's position as head of security.


	As we drive back to the house, I wonder a bit about character selection, 
and why Frank chooses the personalities he does.  Some are perfectly logical 
choices, such as Kasumi, who was chosen as a household manager and peacemaker.  

	Power Girl's character was likewise chosen logically and her backstory 
bound her to Frank more strongly than any other resident -- she has had two 
major personalities since the 90's.  When she was a member of the Justice 
League, back when the League consisted mainly of B and C-list heroes, she was 
often portrayed as a feminist who would become abrasive when viewed sexually, a 
personality which would not fit in well in a harem-like environment.  In her 
more current Justice Society era, she is a much more sympathetic and amiable 
character who tends to flirt or eye-roll when viewed sexually, a personality 
which fits in well in Frank's household.

	Rei, on the other side of things, seems to be a pointless addition to the 
household.  She has been very slow to socialize and integrate into the household 
dynamic.  Her cold manner is regularly off-putting, and the only skill she adds 
to the household is transportation -- her pilots license and multiple vehicle 
type drivers license.  Even Frank has questioned whether or not she should 
remain.

	Supergirl's personality is a more difficult subject.  Like many DC comic 
book characters (including Wonder Woman), she is often portrayed as a generic 
hero, without many unique or interesting personality characteristics.  When she 
is given noticeable personality traits, they vary from one comic to the next.  
Depending on who is writing her character, she is given the characteristics of 
an unsure teen, a female warrior, a flirtatious coquette or simply a female 
version of Superman.  Frank eventually decided on a flirtatious teen who is 
confident in her abilities but socially insecure.

	I have been granted limited authority to pick and choose A-ko's 
personality elements.  Her movies do not give her a unique or detailed 
personality, which is actually one of the reasons Frank gave for choosing her.  
He wishes for me to develop A-ko's character through interaction with others.  I 
can be an insecure teenager, a young woman in love, a born warrior or a trained 
professional.  The only limits on my choices are consistency, logic and the need 
to match Frank's desired results.
	My character's chosen personality is of a young woman experiencing the 
world for the first time.  She is loyal to her friends and sure of herself in 
physical matters, but not yet confident in many other ways.  As taken from the 
movies, her habits include scratching the back of her head when embarrassed or 
nervous, a tendency to walk or run instead of drive when possible, an inability 
to get up on time in the morning and a lack of skill in mechanical matters.  I 
will leave out her superhuman parentage as an unnecessary complication.
	I have a large database of conversation trees memorized covering most 
possible questions about her past because I do not trust my ability to improvise 
answers quickly.  I will do my utmost not to fail.


	When we arrive at the house, I do my best to act properly awestruck at the 
size of the building.  It has 3 stories plus a basement, with 26 rooms overall, 
including 14 bedrooms.  There is a large garage, a pool and hot tub and 
Japanese-style garden on a two acre estate surrounded by a nine-foot tall brick 
wall.  I am intimately familiar with every aspect of the location but must act 
as if shocked to be taken to such a large mansion.

	Upon consideration of the mansion, I wonder when my portrait will be done.  
One of the bedrooms on the third floor holds portraits of every woman in the 
house.  All of the portraits were painted by Jane and most are nude, depending 
on whether or not the subject would agree to be painted naked; most agree.  Jane 
wanted the paintings to be kept in her room, but her roommate and lover Daria 
refused.  Frank felt that putting them in his bedroom might seem a bit too 
playboy-ish, so for now they are all in an empty bedroom.  I am looking forward 
to having my portrait added to the collection, but it will probably not happen 
for at least a couple weeks.

	Supergirl, or perhaps I should start calling her Linda, is surprised at 
the size of the house but not awestruck.  She has memories of living in large 
facilities before.  Also there are a handful of rich superheros in the DC 
universe, and she has visited many of their mansions.  Still she does seem to be 
impressed.

	We are greeted by Kasumi, Anna and Rei, who welcome Kara back with a hug 
and warmly receive Linda and myself.  Correction, Kasumi warmly greets Linda and 
myself, while Anna and Rei simply greet us.

	The others, including my sister platforms, join us while we eat breakfast. 
Kara and Linda eat as though they are starving, while I eat normally.  (Kara has 
not eaten in over a day.  Linda has never eaten before.)

	While we eat, Frank describes AARD.

	"...mostly just license patents.  In the two years we've been in business, 
we registered over 2000 patents.  For instance, we just licensed out our design 
for a new type of sub-sonic jet engine.  It uses 10-20% less fuel on takeoff and 
landings and up to 75% less fuel at cruising speed.  We estimate that the patent 
should generate somewhere in the range of $25 to 100 million in the next 20 
years."

	As stated, that is accurate, but we have designs for significantly better 
engines which we plan to patent and license in a few more years, thus the patent 
Frank is describing will be replaced before the stated 20 year timeline.  Also 
it is likely that before twenty years is up, either one of our alternative 
energy plans will be made practical or a new practical plan will be designed, 
making oil-powered engines obsolete.

	If we were to immediately patent all of our products and ideas, we would 
alert the world as a whole that AARD is not staffed by solely human designers, 
thus we generally only release the next generation of designs rather than ones 
which are many generations in advance of the current level of designs.

	"And we allow licensing of some designs at a minimal cost.  For example, 
our electronic nerve interface is far in advance of anyone else's.  We're 
allowing certain companies to use that design for minimal costs to try to 
reconnect broken spines.
	"And then sometimes we just have a useful design that we give away.  
Actually, Kara, we have a public demonstration for the Desalinator next week.  
With Zatanna gone, how would you like to handle it?"

	Without waiting for a response, he turns to Linda and explains.  "We have 
a design for a cheap and easy method of desalinating sea water.  With less than 
$100 in materials, you can build a portable hand-crank unit that will desalinate 
five gallons of water with five minutes of work.  Plus the design is scalable, 
so cities could build larger versions if they need them.  We patented the idea 
and are releasing the designs online for anyone to build as needed.
	"Zatanna was our head of public relations, so we need someone else to 
handle the demonstration."

	"It is a nice design and a very philanthropic motivation," Kara says, "but 
I hate dealing with the press.  Can't you get someone else to do it?"

	My immediate reaction is to volunteer.  If Frank wants something done, it 
is my duty to complete the task... but he previously mentioned to Alpha that he 
wanted to push Kara a bit into more interaction with the public.  She works well 
with others, but does not socialize much otherwise.  This is likely a gentle 
attempt by Frank to push her boundaries a little.

	"Come on, Kara.  This will just be a tech demonstration and Q&A.  No 
personal questions, nothing about any other subjects or even about the company.  
If anyone asks, just give them the number for the front desk.  You're only there 
to show off the design and how easy it is to build.  We'll record it and put it 
up on our site alongside the designs."

	"I'll think about it."

	"Let me know before too long.  If we have to use someone else, I'll want 
at least a day or two to run them through everything."

	I turn my attention back to breakfast.  This is my first opportunity to 
eat Kasumi's food freshly cooked -- western-style omelets, pancakes, hash 
browns, sausage, bacon, fruit and juice.  If I had a wider range of experience, 
I might be able to call her an excellent cook, but as it is, I can only call her 
food delicious.

	As conversation allows, I ask questions about the world and AARD and Frank 
of whoever is available, continuing to act as my cover story demands.


Supergirl
	The longer I'm around Frank, the more I find myself fantasizing about him. 
For a non-super-powered guy, he's seems pretty close to perfect.  He's good-
looking, rich, generous and philanthropic, helpful, kind and really, I mean 
REALLY gets me wet.  If only he were under 30 and was a superhero... that might 
make him perfect, but I guess you can't have everything.

	On the other hand, he's dating Power Girl and is surrounded by women.  
Plus I have to wonder if maybe its a rivalry thing with Power Girl.  I mean, 
Frank is handsome, sure, but I've known lots of guys better looking.  He's rich, 
but not at Bruce Wayne's level.
	I guess the comparisons really aren't fair.  How do you compare someone to 
Batman and expect them to measure up?

	And it's all kind of irrelevant.  Yes, I want to jump his bones, but not 
while he's Kara's boyfriend.

	THEN I start picking up on something odd.  Daria and Jane both kiss him 
good morning when they come down.  And these aren't pecks on the cheeks either.  
I wish I had a better view because I could swear Jane goosed him when she kissed 
him.  And this happened with Kara sitting right there!  Even those ladies he 
doesn't kiss, he hugs in a pretty intimate fashion.

	After breakfast Frank talks to A-ko and me about settling in.  No one 
knows how long either of us will be here, so there's a list things we need to 
take care of to get set up in this world.  

	He takes our pictures so he can work up some kind of fake identity for us. 
(I know that's illegal, but it's one of those things that most heroes have to do 
at some point.)  My name from back home, Linda Lang, would kind of stand out in 
a world where Lana Lang is a major character from the Superman TV series, so 
instead he sets me up as Power Girl's cousin, Linda Lang Starr.
	Red gets the name, Eiko Magami, which is apparently really close to her 
real name.  Sounds the same anyway.

	He explains that the household is almost out of single bedrooms, so he 
asks about the possibility of one of us sharing a room with someone else.  I get 
the impression that we could actually just have our own separate rooms in two 
different double-bed rooms, but he's trying to conserve space or something?  
Anyway I'm spared having to room with the Kara-in-residence when Beta, this very 
buxom brunette, offers to change bedrooms to share with Eiko to show her the 
ropes.  I guess that makes sense, since she's from another country on top of 
being from another dimension.

	Once that's decided, we get to see our new rooms, both on the third floor. 
A-ko's new room looks like it's out of... I don't know... Victorian England or 
the Antebellum South or something.  Not really what I'd pick for myself, but she 
seems to like it.
	Mine looks like its from the North Pole.  Everything is white, with 
pictures of polar bears and penguins and seals and such.  (I refrain from 
commenting on mixing North and South Pole species, since it's probably an 
artistic license thing.)  The bed cover is fake white fur that makes me want to 
strip naked and roll around on it.  (Later, I promise myself.)  I share a 
bathroom with Anna Marie, who is apparently a superhero from yet another 
universe.  (How in the world can there be so many dimensional travelers in one 
place in a universe without the technology to support such travel?)

	Frank promises to buy us both a wardrobe and other necessities that 
afternoon, which I have to admit, gives me a little 'squeee!!!' moment.  An 
entirely new wardrobe!  Bankrolled by a millionaire even!

	Then we get to a serious conversation.  The whole superhero lifestyle is a 
no-go in this world, so he wants to know what we want to do with our lives.  He 
offers to get us jobs at AARD or pay for us to go to college.

	"I... I really don't know...  I mean, things have been happening really 
fast, and I'm not sure what I want to do while I'm here," I say, trying to sort 
through my thoughts.

	"That's all right," he says in that sweet masculine voice that seems to 
vibrate my clit.  "You don't have to decide anything today, but I want you to 
think about it.  Maybe there are some mundane skills you always wanted to pick 
up.  Or maybe you want to work toward a degree or take some medical classes.  Or 
of course, come to work for me.  We always have plenty of projects going on.  
Just let me know."

	Red speaks up at this point.  "I think I'd like to come to work for you."

	"Good!  What kind of experience do you have?"

	"I have some combat and security experience.  I've worked as an executive 
assistant too.  That job didn't last very long, but only because of B-ko's 
interference."

	"That sounds good.  We'll run you through some tests later.  Now I 
actually need to go do some work for a few hours.  I'll be back here around... 
let's say... 1 o'clock, to take you both shopping for clothes and such.  You 
might spend some time making a list of things you know you need."

	He gives each of us a hug at this point -- and oh, dear god, are my 
nipples hard -- and leaves us, with Beta and A-ko following him out.

	Once he's out of sight, I turn on Kara.  "So what's the deal with your 
BOYFRIEND and all the other women?"

	"I don't know what you mean..." she says lamely as she tries to slide out 
of the room.  I easily intercept her.

	"Kara Zor-L, you are not leaving this room until you explain what's going 
on."

	I can see in her eyes that she's weighing whether or not to try to force 
her way out.  Finally she sighs and puts up her hands.

	"Okay, okay.  It's... not a normal situation.  You see... well, remember 
how I explained how I go back and forth between this world and our world, kind 
of randomly.  Well, the first time I came here, I met this cute little ten-year-
old boy..."

	She tells me her story, how she met Frank when he was a kid, then kept 
coming back and meeting him.  How he got older and older with each visit.  How 
he was so nice to her, how they became friends long before she slept with him.  
How they fell in love, never knowing how long they would have together or when 
she would return.  Which is so tragically, romantically sad... except that then 
she goes on to explain that they agreed that they wouldn't be exclusive to each 
other because of the randomness of it all.
	When she came back this last time, Frank had become rich, built this house 
and started taking in people... well, women... who needed help.  Apparently 
Kasumi, the Japanese lady who cooked breakfast for us, is one of the nicest 
people alive and was the first one to move in here.  She goes down the list of 
women in the household, including Wonder Woman and Zatanna who just left.  Kara 
is obviously reluctant to admit this to me, but they have all slept with Frank, 
and a lot of them are probably in love with him.
	Part of me feels sorry for Kara, that she fell in love with a man that she 
can't marry or stay with for very long.  It says something about both her luck 
and our chosen line of work that this has been her most successful romantic 
relationship so far.
	But as I think about Frank, most of me is doing a little dance.  She can't 
keep me away from her 'boyfriend'!  I mean, not that I want to be mean to her, 
but she already lets everyone else sleep with him, so why not me?  She even 
shared him with Diana and Zatanna, so she can't even complain about it if I hit 
on him.  I pause for a second.

	"So, you're saying you shared Frank with Diana and Zatanna, right?"

	"Right."

	"So exactly how much sharing are we talking about?"

	"Jane keeps a schedule so we can reserve days with him.  Most of the time, 
he goes along with whatever... whoever we pick."

	"That's interesting, but that's not what I meant.  You know Diana's 
reputation, so when I ask about you SHARING Frank with Diana..."

	Kara goes a bit red.  "Well, it's not as if it was a regular thing, but 
yes, I have SHARED Frank with Diana like that."

	I giggle audibly.  I never would have thought Kara had it in her, and I'm 
suddenly sorry that the others went back home.  Don't get the wrong idea, I'm 
not interested in sleeping with Kara.  If anything, she's a bit like an older 
sister to me.  But Diana?  And even better, Diana and Frank together with me?  
Oh, that would have been wonderful.

	I lower my voice to a conspiratorial whisper.  "So how was she?  I mean, 
did she ever... you know... lick you out?"

	Kara puts her face in her hands and sits down on the bed.  "Yes, she did, 
and it was... good."

	"Good?  Is that all?"

	"Well, it's not like I've... I don't have the type of experience to 
compare... Okay, it was really good.  She's even better than Frank or Jane."

	"Frank and Jane are both good lickers?"  I know almost nothing about Jane, 
but I'm surprised that Kara is saying that Frank is almost as good at 
cunnilingus as the Princess of the Amazons.

	"Oh, you have no idea.  And Jane is... Jane and Daria are very much in 
love, but Jane is a bit... I guess 'adventurous' is the best way to put it.  
She's the one in the household who is always willing to try something new."

	Well, now I know who I want to get to know better.


	Kara and I giggle and talk for almost an hour.  We never got to do this 
back home.  There are reasons, very valid reasons, both practical and emotional, 
but I think we're actually bonding over our sex gossip.

	In the past, we were both too busy and on different teams -- Justice 
Society versus whoever-the-hell I was hanging out with at the time.  When we did 
get together, sometimes our powers went a bit wonky.  And to top it all off, 
until I showed up, she was the Kara Zor-El of our universe.  Once I arrived, she 
found out that she wasn't the Kara Zor-L of our universe and wasn't even the 
Kara Zor-L of her old universe anymore either; that was kinda a big stumbling 
block to us becoming closer.

	Now we're in a universe where none of that matters.  There is no Kara Zor-
El/Zor-L in the universe (or if there is one, she isn't here on Earth).  No 
powers to go wonky.  And no superhero-ing to keep us busy.  I may be jumping 
ahead of myself, but I think we might actually become friends here.


Kara
	Surprisingly, Linda is still a virgin.  Well, she is if you don't count 
her handing out blowjobs like party favors and only limit your definition of 
virgin to male-female relations.  But still, she's never actually slept with a 
man.  

	She wants to wait until she finds a nice guy who can make her first time 
really good.  This almost automatically leads me to suggest Frank as the best 
candidate.  There's no question that he is the best choice, I just want to kick 
myself after I suggest him.

	Despite my desire to keep her and Frank apart, and despite my suggestion 
that they get together, Linda and I actually have a really fun chat.  I'm kind 
of sorry when I have to go to work, but I'm already running late as it is.


	I get to work around 10 and quickly sort through yesterday's backlog of 
emails and letters and requests.  We need to fill Diana and Z's slots pretty 
quickly.

	Around 11:30, I knock on Frank's door to discuss the matter with him.  I 
hear a muffled, "Come in!" and open the door to find Frank sitting in his 
visitor's chair, looking across the desk at his regular chair.

	"Hey, Kara.  How are you doing?"

	"The situation is a little odd, but I'm adjusting fine.  What's wrong?"

	"I was just contemplating things.  Just yesterday, I was mourning your 
absence.  You know I didn't expect to see you again for years, yet here you 
are."

	"Here I am," I agree.

	He stands up, walks over and closes his door behind me, clicking the lock 
button.

	"Here you are."  Standing behind me, he puts his hands on my shoulders.  
"I was taking you a little for granted recently, and I don't want to do that." 

	He kisses my neck and moves his hands down, digging my shirt out of my 
pants and running his hands under it, up my ribs to my breasts.   I'm frozen 
like a deer caught in headlights except I can feel myself shiver with sudden 
pleasure.

	He guides me over to his desk so I'm facing away from him and fumbles a 
bit with my belt.  I find myself wishing I was wearing a skirt... maybe a tiny 
micro skirt like my slutty 'sister' Linda.  Then my pants and panties are down 
around my knees, trapping my legs together.  I wiggle a bit and they fall down 
to my calves and ankles.

	He unzips his fly, pushes my torso down a little, then shoves his dick 
inside me.  There's little finesse here, just urgent need, and I can't deny him 
in the slightest as I feel the same need.  I crane my head back, and he leans 
forward so that we can share a short, awkward kiss.  Then he pulls almost all 
the way out and slams back inside me, shoving me forward into the desk a bit.

	He is definitely in charge of this fuck, and I'm enjoying every second of 
it. I come after a couple minutes, and I know he can feel my body shuddering.  
He cups my breasts under my shirt, shoving my bra up and out of the way and 
keeps going.

	After five minutes like this, I've come twice more.  I've never come as 
freely or as often as I have when I'm with him.  Heck, I've talked to some poor 
women who need thirty minutes of fucking before they can come. 

	He pulls out completely and turns me so we're facing each other.  I hop up 
on the edge of the desk and spread my knees, my feet and ankles still trapped by 
my pants.  As soon as I'm in position, he steps between my legs, his cock 
pushing back inside me, right where it belongs.  We kiss again, this time 
holding position while our tongues duel to get into the other's mouth.

	He starts fucking me again and breaks off the kiss to drop down and start 
attacking my tits, trying to suck an entire breast into his mouth, then worrying 
my nipples lightly with his teeth.  I come again and again, not able to keep 
track.  The suddenness and intensity of this encounter is leaving me breathless.  
I vaguely remember thrashing my legs a bit, but mostly I'm entirely caught up in 
the moment.

	When he finally comes inside me and stops, I come to my senses enough to 
realize that I somehow got my feet free and wrapped my legs around his waist, my 
pants hanging from one ankle.

	I finally get my breath back and whisper, "Well, that was something 
special."

	"YOU are something special, and I wanted to remind both of us of the 
fact."

	God, that's corny, but I can't help but blush a little

	Fortunately he has his own small private bathroom, so we are able to clean 
up a bit, despite the cramped quarters.

	I discover that my pants have a big tear in the seam that runs up my 
buttcrack, and my panties are torn beyond salvage.  He finds a couple safety 
pins and we make my pants decent enough to wear.


	We drive back to the house together, and I warn Frank about Linda's 
intentions.

	"So you volunteered me to take her virginity?"
	
	"Not in so many words.  I just pointed out that you were the best person I 
knew who fit the criteria she had listed.  A nice, good-looking guy who is 
experienced in bed and can be anything from a kind, gentle lover to a fucking 
machine and has good stamina."

	"Are you okay with the concept of me sleeping with Linda?"

	"Sure."

	I guess Frank knows me well enough to know when I'm not telling the whole 
truth.  He comes back with, "You don't sound very sure."

	"I don't know what you mean.  We have a happy household.  This is just 
adding one more person.  Hell, maybe two more.  I saw that Eiko eying you 
earlier."

	"Let's leave Eiko out of this for now.  We've talked about your life back 
in your home universe before.  I know Supergirl has always been a kind of 
existential threat to you.  You were there first, then she shows up with your 
name and fits in right away where you always struggled to find your place.
	"And now she's here, in your vacation home and she what?... Sets her 
sights on me right away?  She's younger than you and..." 

	He lets the comment hang until I can't stop myself.

	"She's skinny as a beanpole and goes around in a skirt so tiny she has 
entire websites dedicated to up-the-skirt panty shots.  And I've seen the new 
comics. She's about to get into the Justice League.  And not the third-stringers 
Justice League I got to be in, noooo."

	"And you are the one I'm in love with, not her.  I'll be more than happy 
to prove it to you again later, if you'd like."

	"Me like."  That makes me squirm just a little.

	"In the meantime, look at things from her perspective.  From her first 
moments on Earth, she not only had to live up to Superman's example, she had to 
live up to yours.  And not just your example and reputation as a hero.  She'll 
never have your womanly curves.  You lead the only major superhero team that's 
older than the Justice League.  You run your own company in your world and you 
manage mine in this world.  YOU are the ultimate woman, and she is still a 
teenager."

	"A teenager in a belly-shirt and fuck-me skirt," I mutter, but his 
compliments have pretty well mollified me.

	"If you tell me to stay away from her, I will."

	Damn it.  I can see what he's doing here.  If I tell him to stay away, 
that means I'm insecure and threatened.  He's manipulating me, but I don't think 
he's doing it consciously or intentionally.  Actually he does this sort of thing 
all the time, Kasumi too, just by being nice.  Nice people can manipulate people 
easily by unintentionally threatening guilt if they're refused.
	Frank may not be as nice as Kasumi, but his life seems to revolve around 
people he's helping one way or another, even if he's a real horn-dog.

	"No, you're the best person for her right now," I admit.

	"Right now, I'm not focusing on her, I'm asking about you."

	"I'll be fine."

	"You know that anything that may or may not happen between me and Linda 
will never affect what you and I have.  Right?"  He slides one hand along my 
very happy thigh as he says this.

	"Right."  This time I'm pretty certain I'm being honest.  Besides, I'm 
pretty sure I can make Linda even more jealous once she's experienced Frank for 
herself and knows what I have in him.  

	And then I mentally slap myself for the bitchiness of that thought.  Linda 
really is a nice girl, sexual escapades aside.  She doesn't deserve an older 
'sister' who's that much of a bitch.


Linda
	I notice that Kara has to change clothes before we go shopping.  I'm 
thinking she got some this morning at work.  I don't have a chance to corner her 
before we leave, which is too bad.

	Frank, Kara, Eiko and I pile into the minivan again.  I wanted to take one 
of the sexier vehicles, but Kara points out that we may need the carrying 
capacity. Which turns out to be correct.

	We go to three different stores, and though Frank doesn't let us see the 
receipt totals, I think he ends up spending about $5000 to $10,000 per store.  
Most of the stuff is everyday wear stuff -- blouses, t-shirts, skirts, pants, 
jackets, undies and similar-- but he insists that we get some fancy dress items 
too.  Damn but some of those shoes and purses are expensive.  We could have 
spent twice those totals on just a couple shoes if we seriously splurged.

	Kara tells Eiko and me that there's a tradition for these shopping trips 
that we have to model everything for Frank.  It turns out that playing model for 
a rich, handsome guy is pretty fun.  The second store we go to is called 
Victoria's Secret, where the fashion show gets really fun.

	I'm glad I pick out stuff he likes because by the third show at 
Victoria's, I'm so sopping wet that I'm sure I'd have to buy all of these 
exciting panties anyway.  So yeah, panties, bras, babydoll nighties, swimsuits, 
slips.  Female pretties, as I think of them.

	After 20 minutes, I'm so hot that I take a minute in the changing room to 
finger myself.  It only takes a few strokes of my clit to bring myself off.  
It's a small come and not really all that satisfying, but it helps.  I kept 
myself pretty darn quiet while I was in there, but Kara gives me a knowing smirk 
when I come out the next time.

	At one point, he buys Kara a short nightie that really shows off her legs 
and bust, which she accommodatingly shows off for the group.  He also gets her a 
new pair of pants and a pretty short skirt at the last store.

	Eiko definitely enjoys herself, but I think she likes showing off for 
Frank more than she likes getting new clothes.  If possible, I think her nipples 
were poking out even more than mine.  And more than Kara or myself, she seems to 
accept Frank's opinions as gospel.  She's got it real bad for him.


	Even though Frank keeps us going at a speedy pace, we spend almost five 
hours buying clothes and such.  Kasumi is buying our toiletries and odds and 
ends, so at least we don't have to worry about that.  Just as long as she buys 
me tampons instead of pads.  Like all superheroines, pads don't really work well 
with our costumes.  Then again, my period may get messed up soon anyway.  Kara 
is going to take me to her doctor this week and get me on the pill.

	We get back to the house -- the mansion, really, I don't know why they 
call it 'the house' -- in time for dinner, but I suspect they held dinner until 
we arrived.


	After dinner I corner Jane and ask some juicy questions about how the 
household works.  Rei and Anna Marie join in, while Daria sits off to the side, 
pretending she's reading but occasionally interjecting smart-ass comments.  Eiko 
shows up half-way through, but mostly stays quiet and just listens in on the 
conversation until she gets bored or something and starts talking with Daria.

	I get some very interesting stories.  It sounds like I really missed out 
last year when the whole household took a trip to Vegas.

	I find out that Daria has tonight reserved with Frank, but tomorrow night 
was originally going to belong to Zatanna.  I jump on the implicit offer and 
claim it for myself.


Daria
	So apparently we have another superhero in the house now.  Sigh.  At least 
the red-head isn't claiming to be one too.

	I seriously don't understand why everyone else just accepts this at face 
value.  Even Jane.  Well, Jane doesn't so much believe they're superheroes as 
not care.

	The trouble is that I don't have a good alternate explanation to offer.  
As best I can tell, their strength isn't faked.  It's not like Kara or Anna go 
around throwing cars, but from what I've seen in the exercise room, either of 
them (or Diana when she was here) could break the world record for 
weightlifting, for men or women.  Plus her other tricks of course.

	I've read their comics.  Some of them anyway.  Comics aren't really my 
thing.  But at the very least, if they are who they say they are, they should be 
able to fly and shoot lasers out of their eyes and force people to tell the 
truth with magic ropes and things like that, which they do not do.

	So what do I have?  A handful of women who are significantly beyond human 
norms but who do not break known laws of physics.

	So what should I do?  Expose them?  That was my initial reaction, but they 
aren't hurting anyone.  If anything they probably keep the household safer.  
Plus they're pretty nice people.

	Are they insane?  Possibly, but they seem perfectly rational except for 
thinking they're superheroes.  They don't go around trying to fight crime, and 
the one time they did try to do just that, they quickly realized how unrealistic 
it was.  For that matter, Anna Marie seems happy to have given up the superhero 
lifestyle, which is again, completely rational.

	Do the people have a 'right to know' in this situation?  I mean, 
Journalism IS one of my majors.  These are private citizens who are physically 
very unusual but do not really affect or threaten the public good.  Now if any 
of them actually wanted to go public, that would be an entirely different 
matter, but as it now stands, there's no reason to try to expose them.

	There are other factors to consider.  For instance, what if they're not 
alone.  What if there are hundreds or thousands like them around the world, 
living perfectly normal, quiet lives?  If they're exposed, what might happen?  
Witch hunts?  Turn them all into lab rats?  The Public endangered from comic 
book style fights?

	And there's the problem that I don't know if I'm properly neutral and fair 
on the subject.  Frank doesn't want them exposed, and he's a huge influence on 
me.  I've slept with all of them, some individually, some only during our group 
sexcapades.

	My mental distractions are put on hold when the red-head... Eiko, I 
think... comes up to me.

	"Hello, Daria."  She looks really cute.  A red-head but not a ginger (or 
at least she isn't visibly freckled) so I wonder if her hair is colored.  She's 
about my height (5'4") with a bit fuller body. 

	"Hello, Eiko is it?" 

	"Yes.  Thank you for welcoming me... us... into your house."

	"It's Frank's house."

	"But you live here too, and have lived here longer than most of the 
others."

	"True, but what were you going to say?"

	"I am sorry.  Please forgive me if I am being presumptuous, but I have 
been told that you are scheduled to spend tonight with Frank, correct?"

	The question kinda floors me.

	"Ummmm... that's not really... ummm..."

	She blushes and start scratching the back of her head, but keeps talking.  
"Because I think you are both very attractive and I would like to join you 
tonight if you would allow it."

	This girl has no sense of propriety or social mores.  Except for her 
ability to show emotion and nervous tics, I'd say she's a lot like Rei.  I feel 
myself start to blush significantly.  Damn it, I hate how I look when I blush.  
It's like I get a rash all over my face.

	Apparently she finally notices that she's embarrassing me.  "I'm sorry. 
Please forgive me.  I did not mean to offend or embarrass you.  I will go."

	"Wait a minute.  Why did you just walk up to me and ask that?"

	"Exactly why I said.  You and Frank are both physically and mentally 
attractive to me.  I do not have a great deal of sexual experience, but I would 
like to sleep with both of you.  I decided that the worst thing that could 
happen is that you would say no."

	"Back up a little.  I am, objectively speaking, the least attractive woman 
in the house."

	"I have often observed that most individuals are the least able to 
quantify their own attractiveness, therefore you cannot speak objectively about 
yourself.  Also beauty is subjective, not objective, so even that may or may not 
be true.  Even if we ignore that point, the attractiveness of others around you 
does not mean that you yourself are not attractive."

	"But you yourself just said that beauty is subjective, which can mean 
exactly that.  That a normal person in a room full of beautiful people looks 
ugly by comparison."

	"If different people have different standards of beauty, then how do you 
even define who looks normal and who doesn't?  I would also argue that even 
given the scenario of one normal person in a room of beauties, any value set to 
the normal person's attractiveness is valid only for that one moment in time, 
since by the same arguments, a normal person in a room of ugly people should 
appear beautiful by comparison.  Thus the ratings themselves would be useless by 
their transitory nature."

	I forget the earlier embarrassing question in favor of an intellectual 
debate.  No one in the household is stupid, but most are average or slightly 
above average intelligence.  Even those who are smart seem to be more into fact 
memorization than fans of logical dissections and debates.  Me, I'm a genius 
with an IQ of 156.  So far, Frank is the only person around here who can run 
rings around me in conversations, and a good part of that is because I often 
have trouble concentrating and speaking when I'm near him... or sometimes just 
thinking about him.


Epsilon Eiko
	I think I have broken from my planned character -- while not stupid, A-ko 
was not an intellectual or interested in debates -- but not so far that my 
persona will be inconsistent.

	I had enjoyed Frank's attention every day for the past two weeks, even 
though we had not had sex every day.  Now that I've been introduced to the 
others, I must instead share his attention with the others. 

	I was having difficulty coming to terms with that limitation, and my 
shopping trip with Frank and the others only sharpened my desires, so I tried 
the only reasonable option open to me: join in other activities which he had 
already planned.

	I wonder if this counts as a failure of willpower?

	I did not anticipate or intend to upset Daria, but much to my shame, that 
is exactly what I did.

	Now our conversation has evolved into a discussion of the concept of 
beauty. She has much more practical experience on the subject, but I am able to 
keep up and am learning a great deal in the process -- both about the 
subjectiveness of beauty and about Daria herself.  Even through my sister 
platforms, Alpha has never been able to engage the others in casual 
conversations like this.  Possible correction: I am not sure the definition of 
'casual' allows for in-depth discussions about philosophical subjects.

	I wonder if I am beginning to form an emotional attachment to Daria 
through this.  If I can create similar bonds to the other women in the 
household, I believe that will please Frank as well as myself and hopefully make 
up for my inability to stay true to my intended character.


Daria
	"... certain commonalities of attractiveness can be defined, but not 
rigidly so.  For example, symmetry of features is a strong indicator of beauty, 
but this is far from universal.  Hairstyles do not need to be symmetrical to be 
considered attractive.  Scars, eyepatches and so-called beauty marks can break 
facial symmetry and still result in individuals who are widely considered to be 
very attractive."

	The next time I look at a clock, I realize that our conversation has 
lasted at least 20 minutes.  If people around here don't want me reading books 
all the time, this is the sort of thing they should use to distract me.

	Eiko pauses, then asks, "Why are you smiling?  Have I said something 
humorous?"

	"I think maybe I understand a little why you said 'mentally attracted' 
earlier.  I find your brain to be intellectually attractive."

	She smiles back at me.  "Do you want to make out with my brain?"

	"Now there's a disturbing image.  I like it.  But no, not tonight."  I 
sigh a little.  "I suppose I don't object to the possibility of spending a night 
with you and Frank, but I rarely seem to get a night I can spend alone with him.  
When I get them, I don't want to give them up.  You understand?"

	"I understand.  I would not want to give up a night with Frank either.  Or 
so I can speculate, that is.  I am happy to hear that you don't object to 
sharing alongside myself in theory."

	"Yeah, but I think if you do want to sleep with him that your first time 
should be just you and him, not shared with someone else.
	"The other thing," I hesitantly try to explain, "is that I'm not into 
girls as much as some of the other women.  I mean, I love Jane and I love Frank.  
The others... while I've slept with all of them, it's not a... uhhh... I'm not 
really romantically involved or interested in them.  Except for Jane, I'm pretty 
straight."

	"I understand.  My personal theory of human sexuality is that virtually no 
one is 100% straight or 100% gay.  People act that way due to societal pressure 
or upbringing more than a natural reaction.  That can fit in with another theory 
I've heard, which is that people fall in love with individuals, regardless of 
their gender.  That love may not always be expressed physically, but it means 
that love is blind to gender or sexuality."

	"That's a nice 'enlightened' modern description of love, but it 
contradicts genetics and evolutionary theory.  Biological imperatives tend to 
work towards..."

	And we're off again.  To a certain extent, I'm arguing just to argue... 
for fun rather than actual disagreement.


	An hour or so later, Eiko breaks off our discussion of the likelihood of 
aliens having ever visited the planet -- hey, conversation topics can wander 
significantly over time -- and nods behind me.  Frank is moving to the base of 
the stairs.

	"I'm heading off to bed," he calls out.  That's normal for him when no one 
has latched onto him yet for the evening.

	"That's my cue," I say standing up.  "I've really enjoyed our 
conversation."

	"I as well.  May you have an enjoyable evening with many orgasms, my 
friend."

	I'm still not used to her mannerisms, but I'm suddenly more willing to 
ignore their oddities.  I leave to go join Frank for 'many orgasms'.


Epsilon Eiko
	I have realized that my time spent socializing with Daria was both 
enjoyable in-and-of-itself and has significantly distracted me from my strong 
desire to spend more time with Frank tonight.

	The social experience itself is strongly needed as well.  I observed many 
times during our conversation that my method of speech and/or choice of diction 
is not properly human.  I realize that when not confronted with any of my 
prepared conversation trees regarding Eiko's past, my speech patterns often do 
not follow that of my character's.

	My sister platforms have not experienced this problem, but they do not 
have a pre-selected character as I do.  Their characters' personalities are only 
used when Frank desires intimate encounters with those characters.  Also, they 
have never engaged in long, purely social conversations as I just did.  Besides, 
they would never have this problem since they can keep a program loaded and 
active as long as needed whereas I have difficulty staying true to an artificial 
character for an extended period of time.

	After a moment of consideration, I realize that Alpha has a pre-existing 
set of protocols that may apply to this.  When we first began communicating with 
individual humans worldwide -- Alpha now has 16,534 individuals she communicates 
with on a regular basis, 97% of them through email -- Frank had to check the 
text of all emails and letters before they were sent to give them a properly 
human tone, diction and syntax. Eventually we... or rather Alpha... worked out a 
set of protocols and filters so that Frank did not need to check every single 
missive.  That database with those protocols and filters can likely help my 
conversational skills significantly.

	As I think this, I receive a response from my mother system agreeing that 
the idea may be worthwhile.  I will have to spend tonight in a nanopod to have 
the data uploaded to my brain.

	In the meantime, I stand up and go in search of Jane to attempt to start a 
discussion with her about art or running as a hobby.


Linda
	Tonight's the night I lose my cherry!  Finally!

	Last night I had a lot of fun listening to Daria have orgasm after orgasm. 
The walls are kinda thick and my hearing isn't what it was back home, but it's 
still good enough to realize that Daria had a REALLY good time with Frank last 
night.

	This morning I give myself a full going-over.  I've been fortunate that 
I've never grown much pubic hair next to or below my vaginal lips, but all the 
same, I give myself a careful slut-cut shave down there, also shaving my pits 
and legs.  My hair is washed and brushed out nicely.  I pick out my sluttiest 
new underwear.  I even paint my nails, fingers and toes both.

	This afternoon, Red and I are getting a tour of his company, so I make 
sure to wear a belly-shirt and short skirt.  Not my costume, of course, but 
what I pick out covers about the same amount of skin.  I really want to pick 
up some tight white Superman belly-shirts like Supergirl from the cartoon 
has.  I bet they'd just be seen as a fashion statement on this world.


	AARD is a nice, modern-looking three-story building with an attached 
warehouse.  Frank knows everyone by name and everyone we meet seems happy to see 
him.  We don't get to see all of the labs because a lot of things are secret, 
though he promises us more access if we sign up with the company.

	He also introduces us to Alphadroid One, which looks like a normal robot 
to me, but I'm told it's the most advanced robot in this world.  Of course, we 
already met Alphadroid Two at the house, but number one here actually looks like 
a normal robot, shiny metal skin and all.

	Eiko seems to take an interest in the company's security.  Either she's 
angling for Diana's old job or she's a thief who's using this opportunity to 
scope the place out for later.  Given how focused she seems to be on getting 
Frank in bed, I doubt she's planning to try to rob him.  Not sure she could, 
from how he's bragging about his electronic security systems.

	As for me, I'll admit it.  I'm flirting and teasing as much as possible. 
I'll touch his shoulder or arm from behind when I ask a question.  I'll bend 
over whenever I can, showing him front or back.  Or lean back against a desk and 
stretch, showing him the whole package.  I don't really have noticeable hips, 
but when I stand still, I angle them and stretch out a leg for attention.

	Not having noticeable hips is both good and bad, and it really depends on 
what Frank's fetishes are.  My ass is a tiny bubble butt.  I think it looks 
great, but if Frank likes lush asses or child-bearing hips, I'm out of luck.  My 
worry is that I don't have Kara's assets, so to speak, and he likes her a lot.  
Her tits, hips and ass are huge compared to mine.  The really, REALLY annoying 
thing is that it's not because she's fat, and I hate to admit that even to 
myself.  She's just really... womanly... womanly and muscular.

	My response to that?  I'm the young, 'forbidden fruit' to her adult female 
appearance.

	From the bulge in his pants, I'm producing the desired reaction.  I don't 
stare but I don't hide my glances either.

	When I have a brief moment alone with him, I lean in close and whisper, 
"You're mine tonight."  Then I grab his crotch.

	I don't get a long feel, but he's definitely packing.  

	He removes my hand from his pants and whispers, "You're a very attractive 
young lady and I'm looking forward to tonight, but you really need to tone it 
down.  You don't have to do this to get my attention.  And it's not appropriate 
for my workplace."

	Pfftt.  Appropriate.  I'm young and hot, not appropriate.  Then I see his 
disapproving expression, and I blush with embarrassment.

	I'm wavering between 'Maybe I shouldn't act like such a slut at his office' 
and 'I'm hot so I can get away with it.'  I'm wondering if he's seeing through 
my act. I mean, it's not like I'm actually as experienced as I pretend.  

	I'm kinda all over the place emotionally and have been for a while.  I'm 
also wondering if I want him so badly that I'm letting him influence me.  It 
should be... it always has been the other way around.  Well, mostly.  Not 
really.  

	For some reason, the guys who want to do me, I don't want to get in bed 
with.  The guys I want to get in bed with won't do me (mostly because I'm too 
young or they're already involved with someone else).  Now I think I've finally 
found a guy who I want and who wants me, except I can't have him all to myself 
and he's resistant enough to my mouth-watering bod that I can't twist him around 
my finger.  I can't even tease him with the possibility of sex because he has 
women falling over themselves to sleep with him.

	It's just... frustrating.  And confusing.  I hate myself right now.  I'm 
supposed to be an adult, but I'm not.  I'm just trying to fake it so that no one 
notices I'm not, and I'm not sure I want to give up the freedom of not being an 
adult, not that I even have that option.

	So I tone it down for the rest of our tour.  I'm sure it would be a lot 
more interesting if I was into technical stuff.


	That evening, I change into my costume and make it into his bedroom 
without anyone seeing me.  I don't really want Power Girl or the others seeing 
me do this, but I figure if I'm a comic book character in this world, maybe I 
can make his comic book fantasies come true.

	"Alpha," I say out loud.  "Can you hear me?"

	I was introduced to his computer yesterday.  For some reason, his computer 
is supposed to be a big deal that we have to keep secret.  I guess that's good 
for Frank, but at the same time, it's sad that this world only has one A.I.  
Anyway I figure its gotta have audio pickups in the room, right?  I hope so, 
because I don't know how else to get Frank up here.  Didn't think this all the 
way through.

	Fortunately, Alpha speaks right up.

	"How can I help you, Linda?"

	"Can you ask Frank to come up to his room?"

	"Certainly.  May I ask why?"

	"So I can have sex with him."  Hey, computers don't care about that sort 
of thing.  (And when they do, that generally means that people like me have to 
stop them or welcome them as a new teammate.)

	I keep changing my mind as to what position I should be in when he 
arrives, and I work through half a dozen poses before he opens the door.  He 
catches me as I'm in a spread-legs, hands-on-hips superhero pose, wishing I had 
a fan or slight breeze to set my skirt and cape flapping.

	Frank gets an odd grin on his face.  "Hello there, Linda.  I was expecting 
you tonight, but not..."  He gestures at my outfit, I think.

	And all of a sudden I want to crawl into a hole and die.  This was a 
stupid idea.  But Frank is still watching me, and though I can't make myself 
look directly, I think his pants are bulging a little, so I hold my pose and 
somehow keep a smile on my face.

	Frank comes in and closes the door behind him, then moves toward me.

	I had been planning to make a cute speech, asking him if he was a bad boy 
and needed to be punished.  That's all kinda caught in my throat at the moment, 
and in retrospect, sounds really stupid anyway.

	"So, Supergirl, you're looking very fetching right now."

	As he walks to me, his eyes are eating me up, so maybe this wasn't a 
stupid idea.

	"Do I need to tone it down?" I ask as I stick one hand down his pants.  
Yum.  Kara wasn't exaggerating.

	Instead of answering me, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me.  
Wow, it's like my brain turns off for a moment it's so intense.  And there's not 
even any tongues yet.  No, wait.  Now we have tongues.  Wow again.  I know I'm 
completely stronger than Frank, but right now his tongue is overpowering mine.

	My knees go weak, and he moves us to the bed.  We sit there, making out 
for a few minutes while we feel each other up.  His hands are under my shirt, on 
my breasts, rolling my nipples back and forth.  For my part, I've pulled his 
shirt free, unbuttoned it and am exploring his chest and back.  He doesn't have 
body-builder muscles, but he is very nicely built... like a swimmer or runner.

	He takes a moment and discovers the half-zipper on the back of my top, 
then pulls it off along with my cape.  I expect him to start sucking my nips, 
but instead he starts licking my face and lips.  That's an odd sensation.  He's 
not kissing me, his licking my lips, and I start panting like a dog in heat.  It 
shouldn't be so hot, but it's making my libido melt my brain.

	"I want to taste you," he whispers to me.

	"Oh, yes."

	He lays me down and slithers down my torso.  I finally feel his lips and 
tongue on my nipples, but only for a moment.  I suddenly worry that they're too 
small, that he doesn't like them, but I'm too distracted to focus on my 
insecurities.  When he reaches my hips, his hands feel under my skirt.  Oops!  I 
guess someone forgot to wear their undershorts!

	Before he digs in, he pulls off my boots, running his hands up and down my 
long, luscious lower limbs.  (I borrowed the alliteration from one of my up-the-
skirt fan sites.  Hey, I lurk online a bit here and there.)

	Finally he moves in-between my widely spread legs and licks my pussy.  He 
starts with a long slow lick from my perineum to my lips, around my clit and to 
my bush, which he tugs on lightly.  He gets his fingers into the action as his 
tongue applies itself to my clitoris, the fingers playing, stroking and pulling 
my outer lips, his tongue and lips pulling my clit out of its hood and making it 
dance.  

	It almost feels like his breath is running through my body as he plays me 
like a musical instrument.  I'm so tightly wound and had built this up so much 
that I explode after just a minute or two.

	Once I regain my senses, I find that Frank has removed his pants, 
underwear and shoes, while continuing a slow, thorough licking of my pussy.  I 
pull him around into a 69 position.  It's beautiful... something like 9 or 10 
inches long and wide enough that I don't know if I can deep throat it, but I'm 
willing to make the attempt.  His pubic hair is trimmed down but not shaved.  
And it has a bit of a musky smell that... I would have thought it would turn me 
off, but it smells very... manly, in a very good way.

	While I am examining his cock and balls, Frank has reapplied himself to my 
vagina.  I don't know if he has a great technique or if I'm just so turned on 
that I'm really that easy, but what he does down there is magic.  

	I have enough presence of mind to start sucking his rod.  I like to work 
my lips around the head, dig and swirl my tongue in and around the urethra, and 
work my hands up and down the shaft.  I take him as deep as I can -- about 5 
inches initially -- apply suction and hum, vibrating his shaft as best I can.  
He responds by pursing his lips around my clit and humming.  It's a lower 
strength vibration than what you get in the throat, but it's still a wonderful 
sensation.

	I come twice more while we're in this position, and both times I have to 
pull my mouth free of his cock to avoid biting him.  Eventually I'm able to get 
about 8 inches inside my mouth and throat, and this time when I start sucking 
hard and humming, he cums.  I tend to swallow rather than spit because it's a 
lot sexier, but the taste doesn't do much for me, so I let it go directly down 
my throat as best I can.

	His dick gives off one more weak spurt as I'm pulling back and I end up 
coughing for half a minute.  Not exactly a mood-enhancer, but shit happens 
sometimes.

	He's really apologetic, but y'know, it's my fault for pulling back when he 
wasn't finished.

	By the time I've finished coughing, he's gone mostly soft, and that's not 
acceptable.  I've heard stories about his stamina and how many times he can come 
in an evening, so he's not getting off that easily.

	I shift back into my vamp persona and start gently pumping his penis.

	"I'm not done with you yet, mister.  Let's get you hard again."

	I lean over and rub his cockhead against my tits while I look up at him 
and lick my lips.  Maybe I'm overdoing it, cause Frank smiles at me like I'm a 
kid, then pulls me up and starts kissing me again.  I'm a little repulsed cause 
I can taste myself on his lips, but his kisses are pretty distracting.  It's 
like my libido goes into overdrive every time he touches me.

	We spend a couple more minutes, laying side-by-side on the bed making out.  
His fingers roll my nipples, knead my butt and stroke my clitty.  I'm playing 
with his equipment too, cock, balls and very tight ass.  At one point he pokes a 
finger at my butthole, and I wonder if he wants to take me there too.  As worked 
up and hot as I am, I'd probably let him.

	He gets rock hard again pretty quickly, and I'm still soaking wet and 
ready to go, so it's time to get my cherry popped.

	Holding his cock in my hands, I say, "Let's get this big guy somewhere 
nice and warm."

	I lay back and spread my legs wide, and when I say wide, I mean I was 
holding my ankles in my hands.  "But be gentle at first."

	"Just a second," he says as he slides over to his bedside table.  "You're 
not on the pill yet, right?"

	Damn it.  He's right.  But I really, really want...  "I'll be fine, let's 
just go ahead."

	"Linda.  Kara Zor-El.  This is not worth risking you getting pregnant."

	I start to repeat that it'll be fine, but he's already tearing open a 
condom packet.  Part of me knows he's right, but I'm just so revved up that I 
don't want to wait and I do want to feel his actual cock inside me, not rubber 
or latex or whatever those things are made of.  At least it doesn't take him 
long.

	I maintain my position, and he's back between my legs pretty quickly.  He 
rubs his cock up and down my slit for half a minute, getting it all juicy and 
slick. Finally he starts nudging inside.  I can feel what's left of my hymen 
crack and split as the head pops inside.  One huge advantage of this world is 
that I don't need to dig up some kryptonite to be able to pop my cherry.  
Ooohhh... it's so big, it feels like he's filling me up.

	He stops moving and I open my eyes.  He's staring at me intently.

	"Are you doing okay?"

	"Oh, yes," I nod.

	He starts moving again, pulling out, then adding half an inch more at a 
time. Seems like it takes forever, but finally he's completely inside me.  I let 
my ankles go and wrap my legs around him.  He leans down and we kiss again.  We 
stay like that for at least a minute, just kissing and feeling connected.

	Then he starts fucking me.  Gently at first, but the pain is gone.  I urge 
him on and pull him into me with my legs on each stroke and before long, he's 
pounding me.  My Kryptonian body can easily take it, and it feels sooooo 
goooood.

	It only takes me a few minutes before I start coming again, but Frank 
doesn't stop.  I'm coming, and he's still fucking me.  I keep coming and coming, 
and he keeps on and on.  He does these weird hip movements sometimes which 
really rub himself against my clit which sets me off pretty well.

	After I don't know how long or how many orgasms, he finally comes inside 
me.  I can't feel his cum because of the damn condom, but he gives extra hard 
thrusts, punctuated by grunts.  Then he's laying on me full length, our sweaty 
bodies plastered against each other.

	Oh this was so awesome.

	Once he recovers, he rolls off of me, pulling his half-hard cock out of my 
very happy cunt with a sucking sound.

	"It's not very late," he says quietly, looking at the bedside clock.  
"Let's get cleaned up in the shower."

	I called him up here about 8:45 or so, and it's now... 9:20?  Wow, I'm 
suddenly even more impressed.  In my experience, guys tend to be spent after 5 
minutes max.  I was hoping for 10-15 min from him.

	"Sure."

	Huh, I'm kinda... waddling?... when I walk.  Not waddling, but it feels 
kinda like I'm still full and I'm pretty sure I'm walking funny as I head into 
the bathroom.  He pulls off his condom and follows, dumping the tied off rubber 
in the trash along the way.  He also pulls out an earpiece, wipes it down with 
an alcohol swab and sticks in it something I don't have a good view of.

	His bathroom is much bigger than mine.  He has a large overhead shower and 
a separate jacuzzi-style bath.  He starts up the shower to warm the water while 
I sit on the toilet and squirt out our mixed juices.  Well, my juices (and a 
little piss).  His juices are in a little rubber bag in the trash.  I NEED to 
feel his actual sperm inside me sometime soon.  Next week, I promise myself, 
when I have the pills (unless you have to wait for things to take effect or 
something).

	When I join him in the shower, he's waiting for me with a soapy rag ready 
to give me a full body rub-down.  My body is still hyped up and ready for 
attention, so I just lean against him and enjoy the sensations.

	My turn comes and I explore his body with a washcloth, taking my time and 
enjoying myself as I examine him much more thoroughly than in bed.

	His cock is hard again, and I start giving him another blowjob.  He stops 
me pretty quickly, pulling me up and producing a fresh condom as if by magic.  
He knew what was going go happen in here, the bastard.  Well, not that I'm 
actually upset.

	We spend a minute with him showing me how to put on a condom.  Pretty 
simple. Pinch the top and roll it down.

	Then, with the water pouring over our naked bodies, we play with 
positions.

	We start with me leaning over, and Frank fucking me from behind, his hands 
reaching around to cup my breasts and rub my clit.  Once I come in that 
position, he turns me around and hooks one of my ankles over a handrail while I 
lean against the wall so we can fuck face to face.  When I come again, I sit 
down on the narrow tile ledge and wrap my legs around him while we fuck.

	Eventually we move down to the floor, where he lays flat and I ride him 
like a bronco.  For his part, he bounces his hips up to meet my thrusts and 
kindly holds onto my breasts to keep them from bouncing around too much.  Now 
that I'm in charge of the position and fucking, we stay like this until Frank 
comes.  I must have gotten half a dozen orgasms myself.

	Condom interference or not, this has been a night to remember for the rest 
of my life.  I understand why everyone is willing to share him to avoid the 
possibility of losing him.  It's almost like his touch alone can make you come.

	The downside is that my hair is now completely soaked.  This turns into an 
upside when Frank pulls out a small folding chair and sits me in front of his 
mirror and sink.  He takes a brush and blower and slowly dries it out.  Having a 
beautiful man care for your hair while you are basking in post-orgasmic bliss is 
like the cherry on top of the best sundae you've ever eaten.

	When we finally go to bed, I collapse like a stringless puppet and fade 
away in his arms to a night of wonderful dreams.


Kara
	Around 1 am, I wake up because someone left my TV on.  Wait, the TV was 
off when I went to sleep, right?  I hardly ever even use the thing.

	I pry open my eyes and blearily look around.  There's nothing to give me 
an adrenaline rush, like the need to put down a monster or stop an invasion, so 
I'm still pretty sleepy when I hear Zatanna's voice coming from the apparently-
still-turned-off TV hanging on the wall.

	"Kara?  Are you there?  I'm sure I got through, but I'm not getting a 
response.  Frank?  Kara?  Anyone?"

	"Zatanna?  Are you back?"

	"Kara, good.  It's working... Yes, I'm getting to that.  All right, hold 
on just a second.  Enohporcim timsnart ot deknil noisivelet."

	Now Diana's voice starts speaking.  "Hello?  Kara, can you hear me?"

	"I can hear both of you.  Where are you?"

	"We're still in our universe," Diana explains.  "Zatanna linked up a 
remote phone call, so to speak.  We can't talk for too long because it's kind of 
draining on her."

	"It's draining to make it two-way," Zatanna corrects.  "Sending audio is 
easy.  Grabbing audio remotely is exhausting.  Let's do this quickly."

	"Certainly," Diana agrees.  "We made it home safely.  Zatanna can send us 
back, but we can't... we have our jobs to do, so we're going to delay for a 
while.  Expect us back there in about a month and a half, your time.  On our side 
we're planning to stay for at least 6 to 12 months."

	"So you figured it all out?  How to go back and forth with the time 
difference under control?"

	"Mostly.  Is Supergirl all right?"

	"She's fine.  Has her own room now and everything."

	Zatanna gets down to business.  "Good.  Dr Hamilton said that you're 
probably going to be stuck there for a while.  You were hit by his targeting 
energy, not his retrieval energy, which probably supercharged your own 
dimensional shift.  There's no easy or safe way to get you back anytime soon.  
He's not sure about Supergirl.  She might come back on her own or she might be 
there until you get back.  He said it's safest to just wait it out.  Anything he 
tries at this point might make something permanent or randomly shift you both 
somewhere else."

	"I understand.  Or at least I think I understand.  Dr Hamilton might need 
to know we had a stowaway on the trip."

	"A what?"

	"Someone in another dimension used a device to tag along with our 
dimensional shift.  Used the energy on your end to do it too.  That might have 
messed up his calculations."

	"I'll let him know," says Diana.  "Zatanna's looking pretty tired so we're 
going to cut it short for now.  Tell Frank... tell everyone we love them and 
miss them and will be back soon."

	"Okay, good-bye!  Tell Terra and the JSA that I'm fine."

	"Sure thing.  We'll probably call again before we come," says Zatanna.

	Then it all goes silent.  As I start to make notes, Alpha's voice pipes 
up.

	"Kara, is everything all right?"

	"Yes, Alpha.  That was just Diana and Z making a long distance call."

	"I only heard you speaking to someone.  I registered no other voices."

	"That's interesting.  Well, they were using magic to communicate, so maybe 
that's why."

	"Perhaps.  What did they have to say?"

	I relay everything to her while I finish up my notes.  I'm tempted to go 
wake up Frank and tell him right away, but there's really no reason to.  Let him 
sleep.  Linda too.


Epsilon
	Far from being upset at my inability to maintain character, Frank is happy 
with me.  He views the character issues as evidence of the existence of my own 
personality.  He is also very happy with my efforts at socialization.

	My effort to make friends with Daria has led to two additional 
conversations with her.  Neither was as long or involved as the first, but she 
actually seems to like me as a person.  It may be too early to reach that 
conclusion, but if true, she may be my second friend after Frank.  

	Let me clarify.  Frank has always treated Alpha and my sister platforms as 
friends, but there are many, many other aspects to our relationship.  
	Alpha has made many friends through emails and letters, but they are 
remote, 'pen pal' friendships and are based on false personas. 
	Beta has made acquaintance-level friends through work at AARD.  She has 
been out to lunch with co-workers and has even been invited to attend events 
such as weddings and showers.  However, she has made no close friends, though to 
be fair, she never pursued any friendships with that intent. 
	Delta and Gamma have been friendly with many teachers and fellow students 
at college, but with their strong focus on academics, they never took the time 
to pursue social activities.  While they lived on campus, they were asked out on 
dates a combined total of 17 times, but never accepted.

	If this friendship is a positive and enriching experience, then I and my 
sister platforms may pursue other purely platonic friendships.  (Though I doubt 
my relationship with Daria will remain purely platonic, she has already made it 
clear that she does not wish to pursue a romantic relationship with me.)

	A more immediate benefit from my attempts at social friendships came from 
my discussions with Jane.


Jane
	So we got two new members of the household this week.  Kara's cousin or 
something, Linda -- she's a little blonde cheerleader-style slut -- and a 
mysterious redhead with a Japanese-sounding name.  And I get first crack at her. 
The redhead, not blondie.  Blondie has talked to me a couple times, and I think 
she's feeling me out for a possible bed romp.  Hasn't actually made a move yet 
though.

	It appears that Eiko is really hot for Frank.  As in, she just got here 
and Frank is already her Lord and Master... except for the fact that she hasn't 
actually gotten to sleep with him yet.

	She tried to join Daria for her night with Frank, but she doesn't know our 
Daria very well yet.  I swear, Daria is the straightest bi-sexual girl I know. 
After Daria turned her down, she came after me next.  I offered to take her bed 
right away, but I guess she's kinda shy along with being unbelievably bold?  I 
mean, it takes serious cajones to walk up to a virtual stranger and ask to join 
in a menage-a-tois.   On the other hand, however bi she may be about being gung-
ho to join a Frank-and-Daria sandwich, she's not les enough to join me without a 
man being involved.

	I'd think she just didn't like me much, that she was just going after 
whoever she could so she could get in bed with Frank, except that she gave me a 
toe-curling kiss as a down-payment.

	She's an odd duck, that Eiko.  Odder still that Daria seems to actually 
like her.


	Last night, blondie got to bed Frankie, and this morning, she was doing 
the whole my-crotch-is-really-sore waddle at breakfast, so I'm guessing she had 
fun.  Tonight is my turn.

	My original plans for tonight involved trying out this weird swing thingie 
I bought online.  It requires some setup, including finding an anchored beam in 
the ceiling that can support my weight, but since Eiko's going to join us, I 
decided to delay the swing for another night.  No sense scaring her off right 
away.

	But I do want to do something a little special, so to the store I go.


	After dinner that evening, Frank and most of the household sit down to 
watch an action movie about retired spies.  Halfway through, I pull Eiko out of 
the viewing audience and take her upstairs to Frank's bedroom to prepare.  

	If I could, I'd redecorate his room to match the evening's theme, but he 
put the kibosh on that sort of thing a long time ago when I surprised him with 
drop cloths, a mini-fridge, a hot plate and a food-based evening of sex.  So 
what if we got distracted and burned the custard?  I don't care what he says, 
the smell only lasted a couple days.  The upshot is that I have to run all 
equipment or redecoration plans by him first.

	I get back downstairs in time to see the explosions and kisses that end 
the movie.  When Frank gets up, I'm ready for him.  I jump on his back, my arms 
around his neck and yell, "Yeehaw!  Giddyup up there, little horsie."

	Fortunately he doesn't overbalance or anything, and amid some hoots and 
hollers from everyone else, I direct Frank to carry me upstairs to his room.

	"I've got a surprise waiting for you," I whisper to him as he carries me 
up the stairs.  Then I bite his ear a little.

	"Ow," he complains.  "And what's the surprise?  That swing you asked about 
installing?"

	"If I told you..." I say in a little sing-song voice.

	"...it wouldn't be a surprise, I know, I know." 

	Such a smart man.

	He opens the door to his bedroom, stops and stares.  Splayed out on his 
bed is a mostly naked Eiko.  Her wrists and ankles are tied to the corners of 
the bed with red ribbon (lots of red ribbon, given the size of the bed).  I 
wrapped extra-wide ribbon around her chest to cover her tits and put together 
some ribbon panties.  Both are tied, not taped so that Frank can easily undo 
them.  She's also wearing a black blindfold and ballgag.  I also thoughtfully 
provided a box of ribbed, cherry-flavored condoms.  (Don't know if we'll be 
tasting them, but the ribbing feels really good.  Yes, I know this from personal 
experience.)

	I'm sure she heard us because she just noticeably perked up, her head 
lifting up off the pillow a bit.

	I slide down Frank's back to the floor and give him a little push inside. 
Once the door is closed, I get naked in about 10 seconds.  Frank is still 
looking at the setup -- I do have a few toys set up off to the side... just to 
give us options -- when I press my naked tits against his back and whisper in 
his ear.

	"Can you guess what your present is?"  I started unbuttoning his shirt 
from behind.  "Little Eiko here really wants to have sex with you, and since she 
asked so nicely to join us tonight, I thought it would be fun to give her to you 
as a present.  I hope you like her.  She looks pretty tasty to me."

	Frank kicks off his shoes and leads me over to the bed, with me removing 
his shirt as he walks.  He gives me a big kiss and rubs a finger along my pussy 
lips.  I'm plenty wet, so the finger comes away dripping.  He licks the finger -
- watching that gives me a full-body shiver -- then goes back for more.  This 
time he crawls onto the bed and wipes my juices onto Eiko's upper lip, which 
gives me another shiver.

	"Jane, would you care to join me?  I think I'd like to unwrap some titties 
to play with."

	"Why certainly, good sir.  Titties are very fun toys indeed."

	I crawl onto the bed on Eiko's other side and watch him pull the free 
ribbons to untie the bow.  Eiko's breasts aren't huge, but they are a nice 
handful.  When she's lying prone like this, her breasts are pretty flat on her 
chest, but they roll around a bit as the ribbon comes off.  Playing with breasts 
like this makes me a little squirmy-happy inside.  Still, I'm a proper hostess 
and wait for my guest to partake first.

	Frank stretches out full length next to Eiko and starts sucking the nipple 
on his side.  I can see a moment of surprise as he tastes the strawberry body 
oil I rubbed into her breasts earlier.  One of his hands is rubbing her stomach, 
then running down to caress her thigh.  I join in quickly, wanting my own berry 
nipple to suckle.

	Her nipples are already rock hard, and I play with sucking it between my 
teeth, holding it there with light pressure, then slowly pulling it up until it 
is pulled free and bounces back down to her chest.  My hand is giving attention 
to her face, tracing her nose, eyebrow and ear.  For some reason, I'm really 
into ears tonight.  Well, they are an often-ignored erogenous zone, so maybe 
that's why.

	Before long, my hand is playing with her breast while I lick her ear and 
chew her earlobe.  Ears really aren't very tasty, but her moans are a flavor all 
their own.

	I had temporarily forgotten about Frank when he tells me to remove her 
gag. I unstrap it and Frank starts French kissing her before she's even had time 
to work out the kinks in her jaw.  

	Without even looking down, he finds the ribbons to pull to undo her 
"panties".  I pull the ribbons out of the way while Frank starts fingering her. 

	I guess she's really on edge, cause she starts coming right away, her hips 
bucking up and down while she gives a long little moan right into Frank's mouth. 
I'm a little surprised she doesn't pull free of the ribbons holding her wrists 
and ankles, but she holds her arms and legs down on the bed and just jumps her 
hips around.

	When she finally calms down, Frank pulls back a little and brings his 
fingers to his mouth,  His fore and middle fingers are covered in Red's juices, 
and he pops them into his mouth and sucks them clean.  He sends them back for a 
second helping, then offers his fingers to me.  I try to make a show of licking 
them, curling my tongue around the fingers and sucking on them like I'm giving a 
blow job.  Eiko doesn't have a strong taste, but the taste isn't the point.

	When I'm done, he goes back for one more dip, and offers his fingers to 
Eiko.  She licks off her own juices like it's the sweetest honey you've ever 
tasted.  Wow, she's really into this.

	Frank pulls me close for a kiss, then pulls us both down to Eiko where we 
try to have a three-way kiss.  It doesn't work very well, but it's really fun to 
try.

	He ends the kiss and while our heads are still close together, he says, "I 
think Jane deserves a reward for setting this up, don't you?"

	Eiko's eyes are locked onto Frank, not even giving me a glance, but she 
nods.

	"Jane, move into a sixty-nine on top, would you?"

	I'm glad I tied her in the middle of the bed, because once I'm in 
position, Frank gets behind me, between Eiko's head and the headboard.  He 
pushes my head down into Red's pussy, which is a pretty little thing.  

	Her skin is so soft and clear, it's almost unreal.  She had a nice little 
slut-cut down there (red hair, so it's probably her natural hair color), leaving 
her pussy lips clear of hair so I have free access to her goodie box.  Her inner 
lips are all puffed up with arousal, and her vagina itself seems to be pulsing a 
bit, just asking for attention.  Her clitoris is half the size of the tip of my 
pinkie finger, and it's standing up straight, like a little bittie cock asking 
for attention.

	About the time I dive in, licking and sucking and fingering, Frank pushes 
my hips down so that Eiko's tongue can reach my own little box.  She barely gets 
started on me when Frank impales me with his oh so wonderful cock.

	We've played this game before, but it's always fun.  Frank and Eiko get 
into a rhythm so that she spends half of her time licking my clit and flicking 
my clit ring and the other half running her tongue along Frank's shaft as he 
pulls out.  Every so often she'll attach her lips to my clitoral hood and lash 
away at my little orgasm button with her tongue.

	I'm trying to keep up with my end of the exchange, pumping a couple 
fingers in and out of her cunt while I lick away, but I keep getting distracted.  
Frank's hands suddenly finding my breasts?... that's a good example of a 
distraction.  Hooking his fingers in my nipple rings and twisting and pulling?  
More distraction.

	I think I'm going into a sensation overload.

	After only a few minutes, I come and come hard.  I can feel myself 
clenching down on Frank's cock and I let loose with a little scream into Eiko's 
pussy.  I guess my scream sets her off, because I get a nice gush of juices 
covering my fingers.  I have enough presence of mind to move my fingers and 
clamp my mouth over the juices flowing out.  She's not actually squirting, but 
she gets really juicy when she comes.

	Then Frank lets loose inside me, and I come again... or maybe it's just my 
first orgasm extending itself.

	I don't actually pass out, but I'm not very aware of my surroundings for a 
minute or two.  When I come to my senses, I can feel Eiko eating me out with 
Frank holding my pussy lips open so she can get to all of that tasty sperm.

	I take that back.  Frank is in front of me, putting on a condom.  So that 
means he untied Eiko's hands.

	Frank notices me looking around and says, "Hold your position.  It's 
Eiko's turn next."

	We do a little maneuvering so Frank can shove a pillow under Eiko's ass, 
then he slowly inserts himself into her.

	It's always sexy to watch Frank's cock invade a brand new pussy... well, 
it doesn't have to be new, it's still sexy the hundredth time I see it.  I love 
seeing the pussy lips being pulled along with the cock, the hole stretching to 
accommodate the girth of the penis.  And best of all at the moment, I can feel 
Eiko giving off little "Oh!" sounds directly into my pussy.

	I'm vaguely annoyed that Frank has to take so long to insert himself.  
With me he can get inside in 10 seconds or less.  Maybe that means I'm a bit 
loose?  Nah, I've been doing Kegel exercises for months.  My vagina should be 
nicely toned... but maybe that isn't the same as tight.

	Oh well, I realize I'm shirking my duty and start working on the clit and 
cock in front of me.  

	Frank is finally fully inside and starts his fucking motions.  He usually 
likes to twist his hips a bit or lean forward to rub against the clit with every 
stroke, but with me stretched out on top of Eiko, he's pretty limited to just 
in-and-out movements.  Between that and the fact that he just came, he should be 
good for a while.

	After only two or three minutes, she's coming again.  Frank doesn't stop 
and she starts coming once a minute or so.  She starts pulling my hips down so 
her yells are muffled by my pussy.  She has quite a grip on her, enough so that 
I think I'll have bruising on my hips tomorrow.  I reach back and gently loosen 
her fingers a little.  She lets go right away, and I think I hear a muffled 
"Sorry".

	I'm starting to get jealous.  I want to come like this.  Daria can.  Kara 
can sometimes.  Now Eiko can.  Why not me?

	After... I don't know... something like a dozen orgasms for Eiko, Frank 
comes again.  I know he could have held off longer, but I guess she came enough 
that he didn't feel like holding back any.

	Eiko stiffens and has one more body-shaking orgasm, then collapses.

	I know she was trying, but I didn't get any comes from that exchange and I 
want more tonight.  I crawl off of Red and turn my attention to Frank.

	When Frank pulls out, I pull the condom off his cock and make a show of 
drinking his come out of the rubber.  Then I start licking him clean.  Yes, my 
oh-so-subtly-secret goal is to get him hard again.  Not that he had gone 
completely soft, but my plan works.

	Frank leans back and unties Eiko's ankle restraints.  She's a bit 
sluggish, but she crawls up to her hands and knees, obviously ready to join me 
licking him.

	Instead Frank positions us both together, this time with me on bottom.  My 
ass is lifted by the same pillow we used for Eiko.  (The pillow is soaked, badly 
enough that we may just have to throw it out.)  Eiko is placed on top of me, but 
in a face-to-face position this time.

	I'm happy to notice that he's not wearing a condom, which means that I 
should receive most of the attention this time.

	Frank certainly starts out that way.  He pushes inside of me from behind 
while Eiko pulls my face down to hers.  We kiss while our nipples rub against 
each other with each thrust from Frank.  Then Frank pulls out of me and I feel 
Eiko give a little gasp of pleasure as our movement forward and backward starts 
up again as Frank fucks Eiko.  A moment later, I'm filled up again.  Back and 
forth we go.  

	Eiko and I both get worked up, but he doesn't stay in either of us long 
enough for us to come.  Then he changes tactics.  Now that we're both as worked 
up as possible, he fucks me solo until I explode.  Then he moves to Eiko and 
fucks her until she comes.  Then just as I'm coming down from my orgasm, he 
plunges back in and works me back up, the extra sensations from Eiko helping 
push me over the edge again and again.  He's doing the same for Eiko, but she 
comes much faster than I do so I'm getting most of the fucking.  

	I think I came at least four times before Frank finally blasts off inside 
me.  He pulls out and falls backward, catching himself on his arms.  Eiko rolls 
off of me and just lays there for a minute.

	Eiko finally moves first, pulling me around so that my face is under 
Frank's cock. 

	"Clean him up," she says before heading off to the bathroom.  I'm tired 
but I lift my head a little and stretch out my tongue.  It's a nice mix of 
flavors, but... the sex is probably finished for the night, so why tease myself 
like this?  Then I get a glance of Frank opening his eyes and looking down at 
me, and I think, It's not for sex, it's for love.  I don't really think in terms 
of love very often, but yes, for Frank and Daria, the extra effort is worth it.

	So while I'm cleaning our mixed sex juices off of Frank Jr, I feel a warm 
damp cloth start wiping me clean.  Between us, we get everyone cleaned up enough 
to go to bed without feeling sweaty and dirty.

	Normally I'd expect to go to sleep with Eiko and I bracketing Frank, but 
for some reason, Frank puts me in the middle tonight.  It really makes me feel 
special.


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