"The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be."
"Possible? Is anything possible? Read the newspapers."
"Here's the KZXQ news, every hour at the top of the hour. KZXQ news time is now 1:00."
"-Beep- "
"The lead story is the death of Miles O'Niell, the last person to be afflicted with the HIV virus, of complications resulting from AIDS. Doctors from the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, who have for more than two decades tried unsuccessfully to come up with a vaccine or treatment for the retrovirus, promised to continue their investigation of the disease although, they admitted that any further research would be at best, theoretical."
"Another bomb exploded in the Johannesberg, South African airport yesterday, killing 1 and injuring 20. The Hottentot Separatist Movement has claimed responsibility."
"The population is still getting smaller. For the eighth straight year world deaths have exceeded births, according to a report released by the UN yesterday. Since eight years ago, when the human race was taped to have only one child per couple, the population has dropped steadily, both from natural death of older members and from the growing trend of young people to put off having their child for longer periods of time. As expected, said the report, most of the decrease has taken place in non-industrialized countries, which have higher death rates, but the trend was increasing in developed countries, too."
"Also from the UN, a report detailing the replanting of the Brazilian rain forest indicated that the project, while proceeding, was going slower than expected. The local authorities disagreed however, saying, 'You try replanting a continent and see how long it takes you.'"
"From the business desk, the market is up today, following the news that the FCC has approved the merger of V-Com and the Associated Cable Company, thus paving the way for the entire country to serviced by video phone, or v-phone, technology. This sent the price of both shares up rapidly, leading the advances on the big board. Currently, the service is only available in the western states and the Atlantic seaboard."
"In local news, the San Francisco Sex Chain Society has set a new American record for the largest all-female sex chain. The official count was 22,790 but unofficial reports put the number at closer to 25,000. The event, which was held in Golden Gate Park, drew large crowds of spectators. Organizers of New York's Sex Chain Society, which formerly held the record, have vowed to construct a chain of at least 30,000 in the near future."
"KZXQ news time, now 1:04."
"When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels."
"We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart."
Gina Robinson, now 27, disembarked from the plane. She wore a flowery sun dress which fell to her ankles but left her shoulders uncharacteristically uncovered. Her brother, Kevin Robinson, along with Kevin's girlfriend, Sally Stuart, accompanied her. Sally was a large woman, tall and big boned as they say. She had curly blonde hair and a homely face. They walked up the ramp and into the terminal where Lisa Robinson, the youngest of Mindy and Frank Robinson's three children, met them at the gate. Lisa wore a black leather mini-skirt, a black leather jacket and heels. She was topless under the jacket. Her teeny nipples rose from her excitement at seeing her family after three years.
"Sis! Bro!" Lisa jumped into Kevin's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her mini-skirt flapped open revealing that she had nothing on underneath. Kevin's hands held her trim buttocks as she covered his face with kisses. Gina noticed that Kevin's hand began to knead Lisa's tiny ass cheeks, gently pulling her crotch up against his. "Mmmmm, that feels good. You got something in there for me, stud?"
Kevin gave her rump a small slap and set her down. "Aren't you getting married tomorrow morning, little sister?"
"I'm promising to love, honor and obey. There's nothing in that about not taking my brother's lovely dick into my twat and letting him fill me up." Turning to Gina she pulled her close and hugged her tightly. The sisters kissed, full on the lips, then pulled back to look at each other. Lisa ran her hands over her big sister's breasts, fingering the material. "No bra, I see. Still dressing like a nun, though?"
Gina smirked. A private jab between sisters, referring to Gina's habit of still wearing panties, which fewer did these days. Lisa never wore any underwear unless she was having her period or the weather was freezing, which in the bay area wasn't very often.
"Lisa," Kevin brought Sally forward. "You remember Sally Stuart, from high school."
Lisa approached the woman and looked at her for a second. "I don't remember you, exactly. But I do know you're in my circle." This was not unusual, once people had included each other in their sex circles, they never forgot it. They might forget the name, or the face, but the other was remembered for life. "Oh wait, you're Sonya's sister aren't you?"
"That's right."
The girls hugged. "God Sally, how long has it been."
"Since we last met or last fucked?" They all laughed.
Gina said, "We need to pick up our bags."
"Downstairs. This way."
After retrieving the bags from the carousel and piling into Lisa's car, they drove off to Lisa's place.
"You can check into the hotel later, but I want you to meet my soon-to-be family."
"So is everything all set?" Gina asked.
"Yup, Dad and Marion drove in this morning, and Mom's been here all week, getting the arrangements taken care of. And the groom's folks are all here, too."
"Nervous?" Kevin asked, grinning.
"More like scared to death! Promise me you'll talk me out of it."
"Not a chance."
Sally spoke, "Are you planning on having your child soon?"
"Not right away. We decided to concentrate on dance and building a nest egg right now. Children can wait."
"That's where you met, isn't it? Dancing in that company?"
"That's right."
The car pulled into an underground lot and pulled into a spot marked, 'Reserved, Lisa Robinson'. Everyone piled out and went up the stairs. Opening the door, Gina called out, "We're back!"
A man with strong, dancer's legs greeted them. He and Lisa kissed tenderly.
"Chris, This is Gina, my sister, and Kevin, my brother. And this is Sally Stuart, Kevin's friend. Everybody, this is Chris Cooper, my fiancee." Hellos and handshakes followed.
A tall handsome black man came into the room and bent down to kiss the petite Lisa. "And this is David Pembroke, my other fiancee. Where's Lloyd?"
"He's out showing his folks the sights. They said they'd back in a couple of hours."
"Lloyd is fiancee number three."
"So Kevin," Chris said, "You are, of course, officially invited to the bachelor party tonight. I hope you'll be joining our sex circle beforehand. All it takes is a v-phone call, you know.
"I'd like that," Kevin said, grinning.
Gina lay back on her bed, while Kevin and Sally showered. She had been napping, but had awakened and now lay there, thinking. So little Lisa was actually going to get married. She wondered if there were any other miracles happening, maybe a statue crying somewhere or something. Since moving up here to the bay area two years ago, she had, if anything, become more promiscuous. She told Gina that her sex circle now included almost eight thousand people, about half coming in since she had moved. That would mean fucking more than ten new people a day, every day, for the last two years! Actually, a number of these were included in her circle, not for sex, but for other reasons. For example, her whole dance company, about a hundred people, had gone down one day and made one big circle of themselves. She liked most of them but there were a few in the company that Lisa actively despised. The director had insisted, for the unity of the company, that everyone be included, no exceptions. It would have been a bad career move, as well as bad manners, to refuse, Lisa told her.
Of course she had gone to the record setting all-females chain this last weekend. She'd even talked their mother into linking with her and one of the dancers in her troupe.
Gina's circle had grown to about five hundred by now. When she had first arrived at college, she briefly had gone on a sex spree, having sex ten or more times a day. But that had quickly become boring and she soon tapered off. She spent her later years in a more or less monogamous relationship with a couple of her professors, her room mates, and some sorority sisters and other close friends. When she told Dr. Warren of her plans to go into psychology he was delighted and wrote her a glowing letter of recommendation to get her into the UCLA doctoral program. He was a complex man, part caring mental health worker, part surly curmudgeon. "You know," he had told her once, "people don't become psychologists to help other people. They become psychologists to try to figure out their own messed up minds." Gina loved him. Yet they had never had sex together. "I still remember you from that night in the hospital. The doctor's motto: You can treat your lover, but never fuck your patients."
The noise from the running shower stopped. A minute later, Kevin and Sally came into the room, towels draped around their shoulders.
"You better get cleaned up, sis. Dad's taking us all out to dinner tonight, and then you and Sally are going to Lisa's bachelorette party."
"Kevin, do you think Lisa's happy?"
"She seems to be. Why, you think she's making a mistake?"
"She's so young."
"Mom was a year younger when she married dad."
"Yeah, and you know how that turned out."
"Well, Lisa's a big girl. She can take care of herself."
"She's not that big," interjected Sally, "She could stand under my outstretched arm."
"In some ways, Lisa is the biggest girl I know,"
"How do you mean?" Sally asked.
"Lisa kind of takes after dad. Whatever she does, she goes all out. Like dancing. She worked and sweated for years to get this far, and although I don't know anything about dancing, I got to admit, she's developed herself to a high pitch."
"And what about you, lover? What's highly developed in you?" Sally, holding the ends of her towel, flung the middle around Kevin's neck. Pulling him in close, she bent her head down and nuzzled nose to nose with him. She was an inch or so taller than he. Sally's hand went down to Kevin's penis. Stroking it slightly, she raised a trunklike leg up, put it on the bed and took Kevin's hand and moved it to her shaved pussy. Kevin stroked her enlarged clit for a second, then pushed his finger into her opening. Sally held tightly onto the towel still around his neck, and let her head fall back, moaning. "Oh Kevin."
Gina watched the pair making out not two feet from her. Kevin and Sally were good for each other, she thought. Sally was... well she wasn't dumb, but she wasn't a rocket scientist, either. She was a very religious girl, some evangelical denomination. When she and Kevin had started dating, she had dragged him along with her to the services. Eventually Kevin had accepted Jesus and was baptized. She questioned his zeal, but he assured her he was sincere. They shared an apartment, studied their bibles, were active in their congregation, and would probably be married themselves, soon.
Gina had once asked Sally how she could reconcile her faith in God with the tapes. Wasn't she programmed to obey the tapes? What if a tape made her become an atheist? Sally declared that God wouldn't allow that. When Gina had pressed her, Sally became flustered and stated, simply, "I have faith, that's enough for me."
Maybe she's right, Gina thought. Maybe I should get baptized and be like her. Gina's hand moved down between her legs.
Sally Stuart adjusted her leg and let Kevin bring her lust to a boil. How wonderful he was, he knew exactly how to touch her. She took one of her breasts in her hand and held the nipple up to his mouth, whereupon he kissed it and sucked on it. Holding up the other breast to her mouth with her forearm, she lightly ran it between her own teeth. "I can feel your cock between my legs," she said breathily.
Kevin spread her lips apart, exposing the sensitive nub of her clit and rubbed the length of his shaft against it. "Can you feel this?" he said in a low voice.
Sally gasped and dug her nails into Kevin's shoulder.
Gina's hand sought the growing wetness between her legs, under her dress and panties. She picked up a hairbrush lying on the night stand. She slowly pulled the material of her dress up, then pulling off her panties, she lightly brushed her fine pubic hair back and forth. With her free hand, she pulled her top down, exposing her tits. She ran her arm along the erect nipples. As she watched her brother and his girlfriend getting ready to fuck, she remembered back to her own experiences with Kevin. How he seemed to be able to read his partner's mind, knowing just what she wanted before she even knew it.
Kevin could tell that Sally was ready. He could see that look in her eye, the way her breathing suddenly became short, she was ready to screw. He let Sally's tit fall from his mouth and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
Without a word, Sally moved onto their bed and knelt down, facing away from Kevin. Her deep red cunt was thrust high in the air. Kevin moved behind her and giving her clit a quick kiss, he pushed himself deep into her waiting hole.
"Uuuuunnnnggggghhhh!" She made deep guttural sounds. She was so wet, he slid in fully. He didn't start thrusting, though. He ran the backs of his nails over her legs and gently wiggled his hips from side to side, letting her grow used to him. He could see Sally clutch handfuls of bedspread with twitching fingers.
Gina had lubricated the handle of the brush enough to slide it into her hot snatch. She watched as her brother moved faster and faster, speeding to a fever pitch as her body was wracked by orgasm after orgasm. She played with her clit as she pushed the object inside her, deeper and deeper with each shove. She felt her own orgasm building, spreading through her like a wildfire. She shoved the brush handle deep inside her and rotated it from side to side as her body suffered a tremendous climax.
Kevin could see that Sally was tiring in this position, so he took her waist and gently pulled her over onto her side, his prick still buried inside her throbbing twat. He continued to pound away at her pink pussy. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and she sucked on them like a vacuum cleaner. "Hey, sis! I think you should try this out," he called.
Gina agreed, saying around Kevin's fingers. "Oh yes, darling Gina! I want to feel your twat in my mouth while your brother comes inside my pussy."
Gina stood, let her dress fall to the floor, and joined the pair on the bed.
The three of them fucked and licked each other like animals. Gina sat on Sally's face and bent down to lick her brother's cock and Sally's pussy, moving her tongue in rhythm with their motions. Sally licked Gina's twat, sliding her tongue deep into her salty crack. Kevin ran his hands over both girls bodies, and finally settled his finger in Gina's quivering ass. All three exploded in sky-splitting, simultaneous orgasms.
Afterwards Kevin said, breathlessly, "We should have done this before showering."
"I still have to shower," Gina offered. "Care to join me?"
Both Kevin and Sally grinned.
"By all means marry; if you get a good wife you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
"Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution yet."
The wedding was a very posh affair. Frank Robinson had moved up the corporate ladder, and could afford to give his little girl away in style. Mindy Atkins', formerly Mindy Robinson's, experience in hostessing her ex-husband's business parties was paying off today. She had coordinated everything from the location to the flowers.
Gina went back through the grassy park, on a high bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean, overwhelmed by the astronomical number of in-laws she would soon have.
"I'll never be able to remember all their names," she thought.
Gina ducked into one of the tents set up for the reception. Lisa and Mindy sat together at a table. Lisa was in full wedding dress, white as snow. Gina smiled inwardly.
"Gina honey, come take care of your sister. I've got to talk to the musicians." She left.
Gina sat next to her sister. "How're you feeling."
"Scared. Nauseous. I thought you promised to talk me out of this."
"You'll be fine. Here have a drink."
"I've drunk too much already. Gina, do you think I'm making a mistake?"
"What do you think?"
Lisa sighed. "I hate it when you go psychoanalyst on me. What I was hoping you'd say is 'Lisa, you're doing the right thing.'"
Gina smiled. "Lisa, I really do think you're doing the right thing. You've got three wonderful guys there." The sisters hugged.
"Aren't they?" Lisa and Gina broke the hug and sat there, gazing into each other's eyes. Then Gina placed her hand on Lisa's cheek.
They shared a moment together. "Just think. In a few minutes, you'll be... Say, what are you going to be?"
"Cooper. Lisa Cooper."
"So can I have the last kiss with Lisa Robinson?"
"Sure, just don't spoil my makeup." The sisters moved together and shared a enthusiastic, though careful kiss. Lisa's hand moved up and cupped Gina's left breast. Gina's hand followed Lisa's and they broke the kiss and placed their heads in each other's shoulders. Gina's pussy was dripping now. Her kid sister was so sexy, especially in the wedding gown. Apparently, Lisa felt the same way. "Mmmm. Gina, how is it that you can always make me so hot?"
"I've had years of practice. God, Lisa, you're so tense! Let me help relax you." Gina took Lisa's hands and looked at her face. "I want you to look at my face while you concentrate on your body. Feel every muscle in your body, become completely aware of every nerve ending." Gina placed Lisa's hands back in her lap, then began rubbing up her arms. "Now, as I rub your arms, let them become relaxed, completely limp and relaxed. Concentrate on my face as your arms become so comfortable and loose." Gina moved her hands onto Lisa's shoulders and neck. "Your neck used to feel so tense and awful, but now as you look at me, you feel yourself becoming calm and relaxed. Take a deep breathe now, and let all the tension in your body flow into your lungs, letting it all concentrate deep within you... Now let it all out, as you exhale, all the tension flows out of you." Gina repeated this exercise with Lisa a few more times. "Now, Lisa," she asked, her hands lightly rubbing Lisa's temples. "Are you relaxed now?"
"Uh huh." Lisa replied, slack-jawed, with glassy eyes.
"Yes, you're so relaxed, you feel yourself falling into a deep, deep sleep. Your eyes are so tired, you're eyelids are sooo heavy. Let them close now, Lisa. Let your eyes close." Lisa's eyelids fluttered, then slowly shut.
Gina continued relaxing Lisa, deepening her trance. She ran her hands over Lisa's breasts. "You're concentrating completely on your body now, Lisa. You feel only my hands, rubbing you, relaxing you." She moved her hands down her sister's torso and legs, talking her down into the deepest level. Slowly she moved off her chair and knelt in front of Lisa. "Now Lisa, listen to me. You feel the most wonderful feeling of relaxation and well-being. You want to feel better, even more happiness. Lisa, as you listen to me and feel my hands on your legs, you feel them starting to spread apart. Lisa. Let your legs slide furthur and further apart." Lisa legs began to twitch under Gina's fingers, then slowly started to drift apart.
Gina repeated the suggestions until her sister's legs were wide, almost straight out from her sides. "That's very good, Lisa. Now let your body become totally relaxed, concentrating completely on what your body is feeling." Gina lifted the hem of under Lisa's wedding gown, knelt and crawled between her legs, and licked her lips as she saw her little sister's sweet snatch. She brought her mouth to Lisa's pussy and rolled her tongue around the clitoral nub.
"Ohhhhhh. Mmmmmmm," Lisa moaned. Gina looked up and saw her eyes were still closed, her head tilted slightly to one side.
"The more pleasure you feel, Lisa, the deeper asleep you'll go." Gina slid her index finger into Lisa's sopping wet slit as she ran her tongue back and forth across her clit.
As usual, Lisa came quickly, crying out and splashing her juice into Gina's eager mouth. Gina greedily drank her kid sister's come and slid a finger inside her own pussy. She licked Lisa to another orgasm while she frigged herself until she also came.
Gina gave her sister some post-hypnotic suggestions to be relaxed and happy when she awoke. Then she brought her out of the trance. As if on cue, Frank Robinson chose that moment to stick his head into the tent. "Come on kids, we haven't got all day. Lisa angel, you look radiant! Let's go." His head disappeared.
Turning to each other the sisters embraced, then kissed. Gina lowered the veil over Lisa's head, then leaned in to her ear to whisper, "So even Lisa Robinson dresses like a nun sometimes."
"Maybe, but I'm still not wearing panties."
"And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands and wife. You may now kiss one another."
The rest of that afternoon was a blur for Gina. She remembered watching the newlywed quartet lead off the first dance. Sort of like a four-way tango. Or a striptease. In any event, they were good, obviously professional dancers.
As per the new custom at weddings, a v-phone call was made to the local Community Center and Lisa's new husbands were formally approved for sex with Gina and the rest of her family. Lisa was also approved for the members of her new husband's families which she had not yet included in her sex circle. Actual sex was neither expected or not at the reception. That was left up to the participants.
Later that evening, after the newlyweds had taken off for their honeymoon in Hawaii, Marion, Frank's wife, lay on the hotel bed with her hands and feet tied to the corners. Marion was a tall woman, a little older than Gina, with a full head of platinum blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and measurements to sell one's soul for, about 40-24-36. She wore stockings, a red garter belt, and a matching bra with the nipples cut out. She also wore a hood with no eye holes that entirely covered her head, with only two small holes in the nose so she could breathe. A zipper, where her mouth would have been was closed. Frank stood over her, wearing just jodhpurs, holding a riding crop in his hand, flicking it idly on the bed next to her. Mindy sat naked in a chair, idly masturbating.
"I think the wedding went very well, don't you agree, dear?" Mindy asked.
"Everything was perfect. How did you find that location?"
"I saw it in a magazine a few years ago."
"Beautiful! I have to hand it to you. I've never seen a wedding that went off better."
Mindy Atkins smiled as she slid a finger into herself. Life was funny. Since she and Frank had divorced, they had lost a part of their relationship, but had somehow gained a better one. Frank and she still talked at least once or twice a week. Whenever Frank needed advice about work, he would usually first call Mindy, and maybe not even bring it up with his wife. And once a month, like clockwork, he'd drop by and deliver to Mindy the alimony check, plus a little something extra, too, which Mindy still found she enjoyed. Frank may not be her husband anymore, but they had spent so many years together that they were pretty much ruined for anyone else, Marion notwithstanding. Marion must have sensed this, too. She knew that she might have Frank's name, but Mindy still had the rest of him. This disturbed her not a little. She was glad that she and Mindy were circle partners. She didn't like to think what this lady might otherwise do if should she take a disliking to her.
Frank Robinson climbed onto the bed and between Marion's outstretched legs. Unzipping the jodhpurs, he pulled out his prick. Laying his swelling cock on her thatch of brunette pubic hairs, he tickled her underarms with the crop. As Marion squirmed and gave muffled screams, her nipples rose to full bloom and her pussy lips began to swell, and swell again. Marion's major lips were just that, major. When she was fully aroused, she could stretch them enough to tie them together into a loose knot, as Frank and Mindy well knew. Frank was ready now. He took his dick in hand, and aimed it directly between her pillowy lips. With a gentle push the tip nestled between them, burying itself in her warm tunnel. Frank swatted her thighs and pelvis and slowly backed out, then in deeper. Marion, unable to move, pulled at the ropes while the sensations coursed through her.
Mindy got up from her chair and joined the pair on the bed. Straddling the hooded face, she ground her twat into the younger woman's nose. Once or twice the zipper caught one of her hairs, which caused Mindy to yelp and rub the tingling fur with her hand.
As Frank felt his climax coming, he nodded to Mindy, who already knew it. He pulled out and held his cock high in the air. Mindy lifted herself off of Marion and leaned forward. Frank's load shot out and into Mindy's awaiting mouth. Mindy drank deep his semen, milking every drop from his spigot with her hands. When a few drops spilled out of her mouth, Mindy scooped them up with her fingers and coated her lips with his sticky whiteness.
"Look's like we'll be doing this again, soon," Frank remarked as they climbed off of his wife.
Mindy was confused. "What, you mean do your wife together?"
"No, silly. I mean a wedding. Kevin and Sally?"
"Probably so." Mindy looked thoughtful. "Darling, What shall we do about Gina?"
Gina went up the elevator to her mother's room to see if she wanted to get some dinner. Mindy answered the door, naked. "Hi, honey! We were just talking about you." Gina entered the suite and followed her mother into the bedroom,
"Hi punkin. Well, one down and two to go. Looks like your brother will be next." He flicked the crop down right between Marion's legs, missing her pussy by millimeters. Marion, unable to see, still felt the vibration as it struck the mattress so close to her and started. "We were wondering when you might be finding someone to settle down with."
"You remember Richard, the Durham's boy, don't you," her mother added. "He's a nice young man, a lawyer now. You always used to like him when you were children, as I recall."
"Mother, father, if you're through marrying me off to the highest bidder, I just came up to tell you that Kevin and Sally and I were going to get some dinner."
Frank said, "Yeah, that sounds good." Bending down to the side of the Marion's hood, Frank asked loudly "Marion, are you hungry dear?"
Marion nodded.
"OK, let's eat." He began to untie Marion's bonds.
"Wait a second, dad. May I?"
Frank handed his daughter the riding crop. "Don't be long." Frank and Mindy went into the bathroom to clean up..
Gina looked down at Marion, twisting the crop in her hand. Here was the woman who had broken up his parent's marriage. This was the one responsible for all the pain she had suffered. Smack! The crop landed lightly on her thigh. Marion's leg jumped, pulling the cord around her ankle taut.
Gina ran the crop slowly up her skin. Before her father had married Marion, Gina remembered an active hatred for the girl, which was reciprocated more or less in kind. She thought Marion a selfish, shallow gold digger who basically was with her father because he had bucks. Marion's attitude was that Gina should, A: mind her own fucking business, B: stop being such a little bitch, and C: grow up. But then, as a member of the family, she was automatically included in the family's sex circle. Gina really hadn't wanted to be taped to feel desire for Marion, but the local Community Center had contacted her and asked her to come in. Gina came in that same day and was taped. Now she still didn't like Marion, wished she'd just go away. But now there was something else between them, a physical attraction. The shape of her enormous breasts made Gina's mouth water, the way her pussy lips grew equally enormous when she got excited, like now. The way she could come just from being touched..
Gina flicked the crop down on Marion's belly button. Her whole body jumped. Gina, tossing the crop aside, sat down next to Marion and pushed her face into her twat. Smelling the delicious aroma, Gina took Marion's huge, puffy lips in her mouth and ran them back and forth between her lips. Marion orgasmed right there, her body becoming stiff and rigid, crying out through the zippered hood. Gina's lips were wet from her bubbling juices.
Gina sat up again and faced Marion. Slowly she ran her fingers over Marion's shoulders and breasts. Such lovely, perfectly tanned skin, she thought. She took Marion's neck in her hands and held it there, not squeezing at all, trying to remember a dream she had, long ago. She had hated Marion then, had wanted to kill her. She was sitting like this, holding something in her hands. What was it? Her hands remained loose.
Gina heard a grunt. She was pulled back to reality. Marion grunted again and shook her head. Gina pulled open the zipper.
"Could we finish this later, Gina. I'm hungry," she said, a trifle coldly.
"All farewells should be sudden"
"I'm free! And I'm waiting for you to follow me."
When Gina returned home from the airport she threw her bags down in the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Why was travel so tiring when you spent most of the time just sitting in a cab or an plane, anyway? Yawning, she slowly sat up, undressed, and walked into the bathroom for a quick shower.
While showering, Gina ran the warm water over her body. She fantasized about Lisa, married to three men. Three men, one for each hole. Little Lisa would probably get well filled every night now. And, of course, Gina was part of their sex circle, too. She let the soothing water massage her body and stuck her little finger in her mouth with one hand while the other went between her legs. Her thumb she pushed into her twat, while the first knuckle of her index finger slid up her ass. Three men, she continued to think, pushing the little finger deep in her mouth. Her other two fingers began to masturbate her cunt and anus. She leaned against the back wall, sucked and fucked herself, and fantasized.
She was straddling Lloyd, pumping his cock furiously in her pussy. Then Chris came up before her and held his wicked dick in her face. She swallowed it and ran her fingernails through the hairs on his scrotum. Then when she thought she could stand no more, David came up behind her and shoved his big black organ deep inside her rectum. Three men, all fucking her at the same time, all working just to give her pleasure.
Gina's knees went slack and she slid down the back wall of the shower, legs bent at the knees, spread wide, her ass floating above the inch or so of water in the bottom of the shower. Her hand rocked back and forth, pushing first into her pussy, then up her ass. She had put two fingers deep in her mouth now, tickling her tonsils. The water splashed against her face and chest, stinging the nipples to aching hardness.
With the thought of 'Three Men' running through her mind, Gina climaxed hard. Her legs flew out from under her and she landed with a small splash. The orgasm slowly ran it's course, and her body stopped trembling.
Wearing a robe, she walked into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. Empty, as expected. Well what did you expect, that the food elves would come in while you were gone and restock your house? Gina noticed the blinking light on her answering machine. She pushed a button on it.
"-Beep- Hello. This is Lyle MacDonald with the Second Street Community Center, with a message for Gina Robinson. We'd like to have her come in for a taping at her earliest convenience. If you have any questions you can reach me at..."
Gina checked her watch. About 4:30. Well, the Centers are open 24 hours, and the store will probably close around 10, so I'll head down to the Center first, and then pick up some groceries on the way home.
"Hello, may I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Gina Robinson. I'm here to see Lyle MacDonald?"
"Just a second." The receptionist pushed some buttons and spoke into the headset she wore, "Hello, Lyle? Gina Robinson is here to see you." Then to Gina, "He'll be right down. Have a seat, please."
"Thank you." Gina barely had time to look at the magazine titles before Lyle appeared before her. "Hello, Gina. How are you today?"
"Fine, and you?" she replied automatically.
"Just peachy. Would you come this way?" He led her to an office. A desk and a single chair with the headset built into the arm adorned the room. "Please, have a seat, we'll have you on your way in no time."
Gina settled into the chair and placed the earphones over her head.
"Are you comfortable?" Gina nodded. "All right, let's begin." Lyle tapped at the computer and then pushed the button on his desk.
"Hello, Gina. Glad you could make it. This is a very special tape, created just for you. In fact, it's unique. Starting now, you are no longer a tape slave, no longer part of the community. All the programming done to your mind over the last ten years is now being removed. Not just the conscious imperatives, but the unconscious attitude adjustments also. You are now forever free from taping. In fact, you are now immune from the effect of the tapes. You may find some unpleasant memories surfacing in the days and weeks ahead. Apologies are offered for any inconvenience this may cause."
"Unfortunately, the ability you have enjoyed for the last ten years to quickly memorize printed material has also been removed. You will find that the vast majority of the knowledge you have learned will still be retained, but you may start forgetting bits and pieces over the years. Any future material you now read will be absorbed into your memory normally. It is not known how fast your reading speed will now be. Probably it will still be extremely fast, but not as fast as before."
"Some final words of advice. Note these are not commands, just suggestions, you may do with them as you like. First, you probably shouldn't tell anybody of your new status. Although it's not against the law to not be a tape slave, many people will either not believe you, or will try to force you to be taped in their presence. Of course, this will have no effect on you, but the situations that arise could become well, unpredictable."
"For now, continue with your life as normal, if you wish. The immunity you have been granted is permanent. No attempt will be made by any Community Center to contact you again. You have been given your freedom, which will be yours for the rest of your life."
"Goodbye forever, Gina."
The tape ended. Gina pulled the earphones off and looked around the room. It was empty. She picked up her purse and left the room. The corridor was deserted. She walked back to the lobby and the reception desk. The woman was still sitting behind the counter, the only person other than herself present.
"Excuse me, miss?" Gina asked.
"Yes, miss?" the lady replied.
"I was just taped, and uh..."
"Was there a problem? Who was your counselor?"
"Lyle Macdonald."
"Who?" The lady obviously didn't seem to remember either Gina or Lyle.
"He said his name was Lyle MacDonald. Don't you remember? You called him on your phone when I got here."
"And when did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago!" Gina was getting angry, but she was scared too. She tried to stay cool.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't remember you. And we don't have anyone by that name working here. If you like, I can check with another Center. What was your name?"
Gina was breathing rapidly now. Keep cool, she thought, don't blow it. "No, that's all right." She said, nonchalantly. "I think I've made a mistake, that's all."
"Oh. No problem. Can I help you with anything else?" the receptionist asked politely.
"No, thanks. I guess I'd better be going." Gina edged slowly to the door. Were they just going to let her walk out of here? Where would she go?
"Have a nice day." The receptionist pulled a crossword puzzle book from a drawer and started a puzzle. Gina pushed on the plate glass door, opened it, and walked through it. Turning, she looked through the glass at the reception area. The lady behind the counter looked up briefly and waved, then returned to her puzzle.
Gina never did get to the grocery store, instead suddenly finding herself home. She vaguely remembered driving in a daze. She needed to think! She needed to go home and lock the doors and figure out what had happened. When she went inside, there was another message on the machine. Fearing the worst, she played it back. It turned out to be from her mother
"Hello honey, it's your mother. I had lunch with Isabelle Durham today. You know, Richard's mother. She says that he remembers you and would like to call you. If you like, I'll pass your number along to her..."
Shit! Gina had rewound the tape after hearing Lyle's message. Now her mother had overwritten it. There was no longer any record of her trip to the Center.
As her mother's message continued, a flood of memories came back to Gina. "Oh my God! I slept with my mother! And my father!" Gina was filled with revulsion at some of the things she had done, both with her parents and her siblings. "And Marion! I put her fat, gross pussy in my... my..." She found that she could not complete the thought, but just skirting the edge of it made her want to vomit. "And dad, he and I... he..." Gina, knowing what was going to happen, ran into the bathroom and knelt down before the toilet. Gulping and making disgusting gurgles, finally the memory hit her. "He got me pregnant!" Gina barfed up her guts into the receptacle. "And I had an abortion, it was one of those tapes that made me. And then I forget all about it!" Gina threw up for a long time. Then she cried.
"Every sin is the result of a collaboration"
"I was always an independent, even when I had partners."
Hannah Bliss unlocked her front door and entered. Dropping her attache case on a table next to the door, she went upstairs and undressed, then climbed into bed. A tall, dark skinned woman was asleep on the other side of the bed. Hannah lay on her side and gently placed her hand on the woman's cheek. The woman opened her eyes halfway.
"Honey, I'm home." The tall woman rolled over close to her. Irene Bliss lay her head on the shoulder of her wife of eight years. She murmured something then fell back asleep. Soon Hannah's eyelids drooped shut and they napped together.
A few hours later two men entered through a doorway, along with two toddlers. The taller man had a thin build, with a long face and short brown hair. The shorter was of Japanese origin, with a stocky build, thick arms and legs, and straight black hair which hung flat encircling his head. The children, a boy and a girl both about two or three years old were holding stuffed animals. The girl was a fair blonde with green eyes. The boy was a smaller version of the oriental man, olive skinned, with tiny slits in his pudgy face for eyes.
They noticed the attache case in the front room and picked up the children and carried them upstairs. They set the kids down on the bed and whispered in their ears, "There's your mommies. Go wake up mommy!"
"Mommy! Mommy! Wake up, mommy!" The kids scampered up the bed. The women were awakened by the commotion of two small children shaking them. Groggy, they opened their eyes and saw Paula and Doug, their children. They pulled the babes to them and hugged and kissed them. In the doorway stood the children's fathers, Matt and Yoshi Inazuka.
"How was the zoo?" Irene asked
"Hot. Crowded. The kids liked it, though."
"Did you have fun today?" Hannah cooed to Doug.
"Uh huh. Mommy, I saw horses and went on the choo-choo and..."
"He got scared by th' efalents!" Paula interrupted. The children babbled happily to their mothers.
Matt said, "If you two want to rest, we can put them to bed."
"Have they eaten yet?" Irene asked
"Yep."
Hannah and Irene had been married for three years when Matt and Yoshi bought the other half of the building that comprised their divided condo. They remembered Matt Leher, now Inazuka, from high school. He had taken his husband's name when they were married. They became close friends. Irene and Hannah were happy together and didn't really want to add anyone to their union, and Doug and Matt felt the same way. But both sets of couples wanted to have their child, and each pair needed the other. So Hannah and Matt had their contraceptive implants removed and produced Paula Bliss, while Irene gave Yoshi and Matt a child, named Douglas Inazuka. The adults still had no plans to marry each other, but agreed to raise the children jointly. So they had a doorway cut into the shared wall, connecting their homes together. It was a sensible solution, with four parents the children got twice the attention and love, and each couple had a built-in baby-sitter. It was becoming common as more people both made non-traditional marriages and still worked around the one child per couple restriction.
Some houses were even being designed with this in mind, clusters of attached buildings each with one or two bedrooms, large enough for a small family, all built interconnected and enclosing a common courtyard. It was very affordable for young and first-time buyers and gave both privacy and a feeling of community with one's neighbors. Hannah knew all this because was an architect. She helped design and build such homes.
After bathing the kids and putting them to bed, the four adults gathered back in the bedroom. After smoking some grass they began to feel pretty happy. The four of them smooched and petted each other for a while. "I bet you two ladies really missed these, eh?" Yoshi asked, pulling out his still soft dick from his shorts and holding it out. Matt followed suit, thrusting his hips slightly and grinned. "Must've been terrible for them." he quipped.
The ladies raised their eyebrows and looked at each other.
"Well, don't you fret, ladies. We're here and we're ready to do our manly duty."
"That reminds me Irene," Hannah said sardonically, "The next time we're at the miniature golf course, don't let me forget to get one of those stubby pencils."
"Stubby pencil!?" Yoshi grinned. "Madam, prepare yourself for a hole in one!" Giggling, Hannah spread her arms and legs wide, and he threw himself on top of top of her. Hannah wrapped herself around him as he landed and they commenced to kiss and rub against each other.
Irene reached out and took Matt's still limp cock in her hand. Scrunching toward her, Matt took her face in his hands and gently kissed the eyelids. Occasionally they would kiss deeply, tenderly. Irene ran the backs of her nails over his hairy legs, she could feel the goose pimples rising on his skin. Matt slipped his hand down to her pussy and began lightly running his fingertips over her pubic patch and thighs, gently delving to her swelling lips every so often. His cock was becoming quite stiff now. Irene loved the slight curve that Matt's prick got when he became hard. It felt no different inside her, but when she sucked or jacked him, it seemed strange and exotic.
Hannah took Yoshi's hard cock in her hand and guided it to her wet pussy. "Fuck me hard, you fucker!" she ordered.
"Oh, you're gonna get it bad, bitch!" As Yoshi jammed himself into her, her copious love juices bubbled up around the sides of his piston. Hannah ran her hands through his dark, coarse hair as he pushed in and out, faster and faster. He put his lips to her breasts, swollen these days from nursing the children and suckled from her, drawing her milk into his mouth.
"Oh, that's it! Suck my milk. Oh shit, that feels good! Oh fuck me!" Hannah dug her nails deeply into Yoshi's fleshy back and groaned loudly.
Irene and Matt continued to lovingly kiss and gently caress, arousing one another to a serene state of smouldering desire. Occasionally they would glance at the pair going at it like a four-alarm fire.
"How do you put up with her?" he asked, smiling.
"The same way you do with him." she retorted. They continued to kiss long and deep and bring each other to a slow boil. Irene slowly but deliberately pulled the skin on his penis back and forth, while he smoothly ran his fingertips up her slit and languorously swirled his thumb around the base of her clitoris. Matt gently squeezed her breast. A small trickle of her mother's milk began to flow. He cupped his hand under her tit and gathered a few drops in it. Bringing it up, they both lapped at it with their tongues.
"C'mon cunt, turn over!" Yoshi said, pulling out and stroking himself before her. The hairs on his balls were matted down from her excessive lubrication.
"What do you think you're going to do with that hideous little fucker?" She demanded, her eyes wide and wicked, her mouth grinning like a mask.
Yoshi jabbed his middle finger straight up. "Why, I think I'm going to ram it up your ass."
At the word 'ram' Hannah's body gave a small start. "Oh! Well, why didn't you say so then." She turned over onto her arms and knees. He brought his face down to her puckered anus and started licking and probing it roughly with his tongue. "Don't fucking tease me, you cocksucker! Go ahead, shove it in!"
"All right then, you asked for it!" He placed the tip of his straining organ against her anus and grabbed her shoulders. Hannah yelled. He pulled himself in an inch or so, then relaxed, but Hannah continued to shout "Oh Fuck! Up my ass. Push it up my ass, now!" He pushed deeper into her, then deeper. He was all the way up her now. "Oh YEAH!" she screamed. Yoshi clamped his hand on Hannah's mouth. "Shhhh! you'll wake the kids!" Hannah bit her lip, but continued to make high mewling sounds.
Irene and Matt continued to masturbate each other. Matt had slipped a finger into Irene's pussy and slowly frigged her, while she firmly but slowly jacked him off. The milk oozing from her lactating mammarys had trickled it's way down her chocolate brown skin, leaving a glistening trail down to her hairless pubes. Matt moved closer to her, so that the tip of his cock lay against her smooth mound. Her milk mingled with his pre-cum as she tightly held his shaft and rubbed it back and forth deliberately against her skin. They fell into a robotic rhythm, As she jerked his cock quickly up, he packed three fingers inside her. They held for an instant then moved swiftly down and out, then held for another instant. They grunted between kisses with each motion. As Matt felt his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave he held his fingers deep in Irene's hole and flicked her button lightly with his thumb. This sent Irene into a flood of ecstasy, She sped her hand's motion to a blur and his purple penis shot a huge load of semen onto her belly. Irene fell back onto the bed as her own orgasm shot through her. Matt's bulging cock shot a radiating pattern of streaks on Irene's torso, who milked his penis for every last drop.
As Yoshi stuffed his dick in and out of Hannah's rectum her arms slid forward and she buried her face in the pillow. Hannah brought her hand between her legs and played with herself as he ass-fucked her. She continued to scream but the pillow now muffled the sounds.
Yoshi felt light headed and dizzy from the tightness of this woman's ass and knew his time was coming. He leaned over her and commanded, "Play with my balls, bitch!" Hannah squeezed and lightly slapped his hairless nuts, causing them to pull up in pain/pleasure. Yoshi's climax hit just as he pulled out shooting a hot jet of come onto her puckered opening. He aimed his cock high and fired a high arc of semen into her fiery red hair. He pumped again and again leaving a trail of stains along her back. The first shot trickled down to her cunt where her hand rubbed it all over, coating her cunt inside and out with his sperm.
Later, after showering and cuddling some more, the men kissed the ladies good night and returned to their own side of the condo. Hannah and Irene lay in bed together.
Irene, nuzzling close to her wife, whispered in her ear, "Lover, if you can't stop screaming like that during sex, we're just going to have to gag you."
"Mmmmm. All part of my master plan."
Gina turned on the v-phone and dialed a number. Ring. Ring. Rin-... "Dr. Warren's residence." The video screen remained blank.
"This is Gina Robinson. Can I talk to Ben, please?"
"Just a moment."
Soon the doctor's face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Gina," he said affably. "Hey you look worried. Is anything wrong?"
"I'm.... I'm not so good, Ben. I really need to talk with you"
"Is it important?"
"It's beyond important."
"I see. Well, come on over."
"Thank you." Gina turned off the v-phone and drove to Dr. Warren's house, a large secluded house across the coastal highway from the beach, parking the car in the long looping driveway. She knocked on the front door. A middle aged Hispanic woman answered the door. It was Mrs. Montoya, the doctor's housekeeper. "Buenos tardes, Gina. Dr. Warren ees especting you." She led Gina into the study.
"Ah, Gina!" Ben gave Gina a quick hug. "Thank you Mrs. Montoya, we won't be needing you any more tonight." The housekeeper left. Ben sat on the easy chair and motioned Gina to the couch. "Now, tell me what's happened."
Gina related the events that had occurred since she went down to the Community Center. She broke down crying while telling him about the memories that had surfaced of her father and her aborted child.
"I see," he said when she had finished. "I must admit, that's very extraordinary."
"It's true!"
"I didn't say it wasn't. Would you mind if I tried an experiment?" Dr. Warren went to the desk and took a tape player from the drawer. "Would you mind if I taped you, right here?"
"I told you, it wouldn't have any effect on me." Gina still wasn't sure if that were true.
"Please, I insist. Put it on," he said bluntly. Gina looked at the doctor. He had a serious look on his face. He advanced towards her and put it on her head. Gina's first reaction was to push it off, but she thought to herself, "Oh well. What have I got to lose." Ben pushed the button on the player.
Gina sat through five minutes of white noise, mixed in with a high pitched beeping, kind of like a FAX machine. She didn't hear any voices. Finally when the noise ended, Gina removed the earphones. "You had to tape me, didn't you? That was your own programming making you do that."
Ben looked regretful. "I'm truly sorry. Everybody must be taped. No exceptions." He turned away. "The minute I heard you sat that you weren't part of the community, it was like I wanted to..., no, needed to tape you. Nothing else mattered."
Gina thought back to the day she had been taped. How the urge to tape her whole family had overridden everything else.
"But now that I've seen you be taped with my own eyes," the doctor continued, "the compulsion is gone. Tell me, Gina, how do you feel?"
"The same as when I got here."
"Extraordinary." Ben stroked his chin. "You've been expelled for some reason from the community. As a fellow psychologist, you should realize how valuable you are. We've been arguing for years how a non-community person would interact with our new world order. Of course, this has not been possible until now, if you're telling the truth..."
"Do you believe me?" Gina asked.
Ben smiled. "You know as well as I do that what I believe or not makes no difference. It's what you think that counts. The tapes don't seem to have taken someone like you into account. I still want you to join the community, but if you've listened to the tape and still don't want to join, I don't know what more I can do. You can't join voluntarily, you know. You're taped and you're in. Period." The doctor put the tape player away and continued, reseating himself. "Do you mind if I tape this conversation?"
"No."
He took out a small tape player (a real one) and pressed a button on it. "Now, how do you feel about what happened to you being set free?"
"I don't know what to think. I don't want to go back to being a slave. No offense."
"None taken. How about the child?"
"Awful. I think I just want to curl up and die!"
"Hmm... It's kind of ironic, isn't it? You had both major crises of your life in the bathroom. Instead of reaching for the aspirin, this time you reached for my number. Now, how do you feel about it?"
"I feel disgust. And hatred for the Community Centers. All those people I had sex with. And my family too! It's just not right."
"That's an interesting attitude. In the pre-tape days, practically every society on Earth had an incest taboo. Sorry to interrupt. Go on, please."
"And my father making me... you know. I feel violated, both from the what we did, and because they took my baby away without my knowledge."
"Weren't you both implanted with contraceptives at the time?"
"Yes we were... I guess it didn't work."
"Do you blame your father for any of this?"
"No. He's not responsible. It's those fucking tapes!"
"Tell me, Gina, do you have any opinions on abortion?"
Gina collected her thoughts for a minute. "I think it should be the woman's choice. Which I never got!" she finished angrily.
"If it had been your choice, would you have had an abortion?"
"No!" Gina paused. "I don't know..." The room grew quiet for a long time. "Maybe. It was my father's child. There would have been a large change of a recessive gene, maybe something serious."
"Well?"
Gina sighed loudly. "But I don't approve of abortion as a means of birth control."
"So you believe that while abortion should be legal, there should be as few as possible."
"I suppose so."
"You know that the in last year before taping there were over a million abortions performed in this country alone. Last year there were less than a thousand in the whole world. With the advent of the tapes, universal contraception has been enforced. Virtually every baby born on the planet today has been born by choice. With only one allowed per couple, children are becoming a precious resource. I take it you don't have any opposition to contraceptives?"
"No, of course not.."
"Interestingly, not too long ago it was illegal in some places to sell or even to provide information to people about contraception."
"Attitudes change," Gina said.
"So they do," Ben replied, smiling slightly.
"Let me ask you a question, Ben. What do you think of the way things are?"
"Well, I can't tell you my own opinion, exactly. That was lost when I was taped. But there's been a lot of improvements over the old system. Abortion is way down, like I said. Most of the old sexually transmitted diseases are also very rare, if not extinct. The murder rate is lower, too. Did you know that before more than half of all murders use to involve people who were related?"
"Yes. I remember reading it in a book."
"Nowadays murder, or any act of violence between people in sex circles, which always includes family members, is unheard of."
"But what about free will?
"What about it?"
"People should be allowed to make up their own minds about things."
"Gina, do you know how taping works?"
"No."
"Neither does anyone else. But there are several theories. They basically boil down to this: The personality of the subject is altered by means of electrical pulses administered by carefully modulated bursts of radio waves beamed through the brain. Somehow these bursts alter the interconnections between the neurons, rerouting thought pathways in the brain. These pathways determine the thoughts and memories, or more to the point, the personality of the individual. The subject's attitudes can be altered to any desired state, within mechanical limitations. Like your formerly eidetic memory for example. Apparently you have a nice, roomy brain that is capable of storing the vast volume of information you've collected over the years. You couldn't tape a mentally challenged person to have the same ability, because their brains just aren't able to perform the same feat. But I digress. The subject, with his new personality, continues to make his own choices in life. His choices may be different, because his feelings are different, but they are still his choices. Free will remains as before."
"You're splitting hairs, doctor. If it's not the choice he would normally have made, then it's not his choice. Free will is an illusion."
"Well, it is and it isn't. How does someone get a personality, other than taping?"
"OK, how?"
"From one's parents, friends, teachers maybe? Other people. What else?"
Gina thought a moment. "I don't know. Genetics?"
The doctor pointed at her. "Genetics. Exactly. The old nature vs nurture debate. People start with a set of genes donated by their parents which will control many aspects of their lives. Then they interact with the world around them, gathering experiences and attitudes from others. So, if you get your personality from either your parents genes, which you don't get to choose, or from those around you, which you really can't control, at least not during the first, most formative years, then how can you say your opinions are truly yours? Free will is indeed an illusion. Or not. I guess it all depends on how you define it. Like everyone else, I certainly feel like I have free will."
"Well, everybody has their own unique set of experiences. That makes everyone special. These tapes destroy that, making everyone the same."
The doctor smiled. "Yes, that's the beauty of it."
"It's not beautiful, it's grotesque!"
"Grotesque?" He rubbed his fingers on the back of his head. "I understand what you're saying, Gina. But I just..., don't agree with you."
"That's not you talking, that's a tape."
"You're probably right. But it's still how I feel."
They talked long into the night. At one point, Gina asked the doctor why no one knew the mechanics of the tape players. Didn't the doctor have one? Gina herself had one. Surely somebody had opened one up and investigated them.
"It's been tried. For some reason the engineers are unable to understand the technical details of the devices. Tape players have been broken down into their components, which are all easily identified and understood, but when the pieces are brought together, some sort of mental block seems to form which prevents anyone from understanding the whole. There are technicians in the major Community Centers who service and build new tape players. But they can't seem to understand the construction either, that is, when they're not at work on one at the Center. To my knowledge, no one who's ever taken his tape player apart has ever been able to get it working again. It's probably due to a tape command that's been implanted in everybody."
Gina nodded, an idea starting to form in her mind.
It was late. The doctor asked Gina what her plans were.
"I don't know. Go home I guess"
"I mean long-term. Are you going to continue your practice?"
Gina paused. "I can't. I'm sorry about my patients, but I'm in no condition to help them right now."
"I know a good therapist you could refer them to. Dr. Brookings."
"You know Dr. Brookings?"
"Oh yeah. I used to quiz him before tests in med school."
"Do you think he'd take them?"
"I can ask. If he can't handle them all, I know some others."
"Thank you. Of course that'll leave me without money."
"Gina, I'd like to make you a proposition." Seeing the look on Gina's face he continued hastily, "No, not that kind. Listen, I'd like you to be the subject of a paper that's beginning to form itself in my mind. Of course you'd be completely anonymous. If you agree, I'll pay your rent for the duration of the study, plus a reasonable allowance. In return, I'd like to conduct a series on interviews with you plus have you keep a journal. Like I said, you're unique, psychologically speaking."
"What do I write in the journal?"
"Your daily experiences and your feelings about them. It doesn't have to be a novel, but the more you put down, the better. It doesn't have to be neat, or well organized. If you want, include newspaper clippings, your own drawings, or anything that you think is important. Be honest, I am not here to judge you, but to try to understand you. Maybe there's another like you out there, someone not part of the community. Perhaps a meeting can be arranged."
Gina said, "Can I think about it?"
"Take all the time you need. In the meantime, I'm exhausted. Would you care to stay in the guest room tonight? Don't worry, I won't try anything. Even if I could convince you to join my circle now, I need to stay objective if you're going to be in my study. I want my name on the title of the paper, not in the middle of it."
"Nah. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Well, good night then."
"Good night.."
The late shift at the Community Center had just come off their break. "Can I help you?" the young woman behind the counter asked.
"Yes you can. I'd like to dissolve all my sex circles."
She looked up in disbelief. "All of them?"
"Every last one."
The young woman seemed very confused. It was like someone had calmly asked her to chop off one of their arms. "You want to leave your family included though, right?"
"No. Everybody."
Trying to keep a professional demeanor, she continued "Very well. Name?"
"Gina Robinson."