Part 1 Chapter 7
Friday

Hmmm, I am definitely getting used to this. Ok, to review, we have Karen, Jo, Coral, Carrie, Miranda, Sarah, Susan, Jackie, Mike and Don someplace in the house. No, that's wrong. Don and Jackie went over to Mindy's. And Mike is in his room I think. With Sarah, Coral and Carrie. So I could have Susan, Jo... Sarah was sure right about her. I thought we were going to have her for the main course right there in the dining room. Lessee, there's Karen. It took her a bit to get in the swing of things, but then it was 'Katie, bar the door'. There's Miranda, she's always a crowd pleaser. I think Karen is in love. Ok, so that's four choices. That's Miranda on my right. Distinctive hips. That's short hair over there, so that's Jo or Karen. Susan's is longer. So that must be Susan there. Jo has those hooters from hell. So that's her, over there. So that means that the lovely thing wrapped around me since last night has to be Karen. And since I am waking completely up, she will probably be waking up in a bit. A little motion and there she goes!

"Ummm. What? Ohh."

"Karen? Honey? I don't have time for a long one, Hon. You need to help."

"Ok. Oww! Our hairs are stuck together."

"Maybe I will make you shave if you intend to sleep like this a lot. Ohh. That feels nice."

"Uhmm. I lost track. You... ohhh... ohhh...you own Mom and me. Right?

"Technically, I will after tonight. A little faster now, that's it. But I hate that term or 'slavery' or even 'chattel goods'. You are a member of my Harem and my Family."

"Ok, I was just trying to get it straight. And Miranda belon... is in Sarah's Harem?"

"Hehe. Yes dear, but you two can play all you want and besides, you have not met Mei Ling yet, or Maggie and Janet, for that matter. Trust me. Now get moving!"

The sound of a spoon striking a wine glass rang out and got everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention please? Frank, Paulo, would you please bring all of your staff and guests in from the small dining room? Children and all, please." Twenty-plus adults and over a dozen children came out into the main room and were directed to sit at the few open tables. Most of them had no idea of why they were being moved. This was a sad night for them. The restaurant was closing for good. Frank and Paulo had done well for two years and they had been operating a bit in the black overall. However, the civil unrest had taken its toll. Apparently some of the lunatic fringe had decided that since restaurants were good targets for pick-ups, then all restaurants were 'of the devil'. Several times their windows had been smashed. Once they had been firebombed. Graffiti was a constant. There was intimidation of people who were trying to enter or trying to leave. Business was down and insurance premiums were up. Wednesday had been their last regular night. Tonight was a private party from some loyal customers, who had asked for the business's family and staff to attend as well. Only Paulo, Frank and Angela knew any different.

"Thank you for joining us. For those who don't know me by name, I am General Fred Winthrop. As you know, tonight marks a sad ending to a great effort. My family and I have always appreciated the quality of food and especially the quality of the service that we have received here, on every occasion. Consequently when an opportunity to return the favor, at the same time as we took on a new challenge ourselves, came my way, I consulted with my family and we came up with a plan."

Most of the people present did not notice when John Winthrop got up, stepped to the back, and then opened up a side door. Four Marines slipped inside. They stepped into the side room just vacated and started setting up a transporter.

"Now I would like everyone to please remain seated as I announce this, but some Confederacy Marines are here to make a pick up. This is NOT the normal pickup you have heard vilified in news reports and street corner rants. We are doing this in a logical, organized and civilized way. Now, everyone in my family party here has already been sorted out. We know who is going with whom. Frank? Will you, Paulo and Angela, join me up here? Ok folks, one change here is that each Volunteer gets one additional person for his or her personal Harem, as long as that person is a Mother. There are some stipulations to that, but most of the unselected mothers here qualify. So, Frank and Paulo can pick five each and Angela can take three. I should let you others know that there are one hundred fifty four Marines on the ship up in orbit. They are all going to the same colony with us, so that rule covers them as well. All of them can get one extra as long as one of the ones they already have qualifies, or if the new person that they pick qualifies. Apparently eight of them were short one person anyway, so they need one hundred sixty two people, about one-half mothers and the rest, whatever. A few are women looking for a guy. So, please don't feel that you need to beg someone here to take you. We will take anyone who wants to go and the Marines can talk to you upstairs. I will give everyone a full disclosure briefing before we go aboard. Also, just so you know, we know that all of you are in situations where there is really no one else in your lives. No husbands, or they have abandoned you. Some have died. One or two are pretty worthless and you have tried to leave before. This is all of your close family. We are trying to make families, not break them up. So, which of you three wants to go first?"

Paulo looked over at his wife. She was a good-looking, Italian lady of twenty-eight. "Francesca? Will you collect the kids and come sit over here with me?" She looked relieved and hurried to join him. He nodded to Frank and then leaned over to whisper in her ear. She became suddenly alertly still and seemed to be listening very closely.

Frank then took his turn. "Mama? Paulo, Angela and I have decided that we want you with us. We need you to help with the kids and you're not too old to have some more. The General tells me that the medical systems on the ship can make you look and feel young again and they can give you another ten years or more of children. Will you join us?"

Isabella stood up. She was not a small woman, but not fat. She was solid, with definite curves and she stood proud and straight as she asked her son a pertinent question. "Who will be the father of my babies, Frank? Your father is dead. I know that marriage is not the same in Outer Space. But you must tell me who."

Frank, Paulo and even Angela looked nervous. "Mama, we are going to invite one more man to our group. Pablo, who helps Paulo in the kitchen."

"I am your mother. I know when you are not telling me everything." Mama seemed to be heating up a bit. Her face was just a bit flushed. Frank could tell that if she got rolling, no one would survive unscathed. She needed to be derailed and only the truth would do.

"Mama. Paulo and I want you to have our children. We will take turns. If you come you will do what we tell you. I know this is shocking. If you cannot bear it, there are the Marines who would take you. But we want you in OUR family. If you are in our family, then you have to follow the same rules as everyone else. Angela has agreed with this. She knows that you are a fine mother and a fine woman." Frank froze and waited for the lightning bolt to strike.

"That is better. You should never try to hide things from your mother." With that, Isabella walked over to Frank, gave him, then Paulo passionate, non-motherly kisses and sat down. She was still flushed, but her face looked like the Mona Lisa.

"Urkk, uhhm, Pablo, will you and your wife join us? Oh, and of course, we want you to bring your children. Understand what this means. I will be in charge and have all power over you. Like the old nobles, who could command anyone in the household to do anything at all. At my command, you will sleep with the women of the household to keep them content and pregnant. At my command, your wife will sleep with me to keep me content or to get pregnant. If I invite Paulo over for the evening, I might loan Maria to him for the night, or for the week. I could give either of you away if I wish to. Now, it is my intention to leave you two alone for the most part. I want a happy household, but I will have my way with all of the women and all of the women will have at least one of my children. That is the way that things will be. My Angela here will be sharing her household with me; so, she may have you be with her or with her women. Do you both understand? Do you agree?"

Pablo and Maria Sanchez were in their twenties. They consulted in whispers. "Can we think about this for a few minutes. Maybe in the next room, so we can talk?" Pablo looked worried. Maria looked a bit angry. Surprisingly, she seemed angry with Pablo.

"Yes, but be quick, please. We will continue while you are talking. Serafina and Cara? Will you join us?" Angela's older sister and mother looked at each other and then at Frank and Angela.

"I assume that the same conditions apply for us as for your mother and Maria?" Serafina Bianchi seemed to be speaking for herself and for her daughter.

"Yes, I knew when I married my Angela that she still would look good as she aged, because I had you as an example. Now, the shoe is on the other foot. I have seen pictures of you when you were younger. You were as beautiful as her then and you will be again. Cara, you already look much like her. If you looked five or ten years younger, you would just look that much better. We know that you want to get your family out of here. This is your chance. You can come with Angela and me. You know us. You know how we will treat you. If you got picked up in some shopping mall, you wouldn't know who might choose you. Please come. Both of you." The mother and daughter looked at each other again and stood as one, collected Cara's three kids and walked over to Frank. "We may as well make it a new tradition." Serafina said as she stepped in, hugged and kissed him thoroughly, then handed him off to a blushing Cara who did the same.

A blushing, but obviously happy, Angela spoke up. "Aunt Lucia, would you, the girls and Arturo come here?" Arturo was only fifteen. At thirty-four, his mother, Serafina's younger sister, was barely older than Angela. "Lucia? Arturo? Same rules. Yes or no?"

"You mean...?"Art's voice cracked a bit and he started again. "Do you mean that I would be uhh, having, uhh. I mean..."

"Sex? Yes. With me? Oh, Yes! And with the other girl I am going to ask. And, yes, with your mother and maybe with my mother, or my sister, or with Frank's mother. Or Maria. Maybe with the next door-neighbor lady, too. You will get all of the sex you can handle. Will you join me? I love Frank, but I need a back-up stud." Her slightly lascivious smile hit him almost as hard as that one last word.

"I can... uhh, yes. With you and the rest. But with my Mama?"

Lucia had seen it coming when Frank had verbally surrendered his desires to his mother. And she had been getting more and more restless and hot, as the rest were called. "Hush Honey, you will be fine. You are already a better man than your father ever was. Come, give your cousin a kiss." She had started out a bit shakily, but in her need to support her son, she had committed herself. She stood up and walked forward with a possessive arm around her son, her younger daughters in her wake.

Pablo and Maria's discussion was just getting loud enough to be heard. Surprisingly, it was not about either of them having a problem with Maria and Frank, it was Pablo not wanting to be with anyone but his wife. Maria hit him a few low blows about not seeing his children growing up, never sleeping with her again, not having any more children with her and getting eaten by aliens before he finally capitulated. They came back in just as Angela was called her last choice forward. "Sophie? Join us?"

The tall, elegant young lady was always awarded large tips. Her service style complimented her good looks and she was popular with women as well as with the men. She hugged her three year old and then straightened up a bit, bracing herself for a refusal. "I would love to join you, but I have a situation that you may have a problem with. I am Bi. I like men and women both for sex. I don't want to go into a household where that will not be possible. I would like to be with you, or Frank or Paulo. I know you are all good people. But if I need to, I am sure that one of the Marines will take me on those terms."

Angela blushed but managed to respond with out too much stammering. "Well, actually, Frank and I have discussed that. I admit to being a bit curious about that. I didn't want to force any of our family or friends with that, but if you will join me, I would like to try that. If I am not happy with it, then we will take our time and find a nice Marine with bisexual girls for you. Ok?" There was a bit of a gasp from her mother, quickly smothered at a glance from Frank.

"Fine." Sophie's face lit up as she stood and brought her daughter over to sit by Angela. "Mustn't break with tradition," she said, as she stepped right into a gentle but definitely non-platonic kiss and hug.

"Uhhm. W... we'll have to get back to that later." stammered Angela as she sat down with her Harem. Poor Arturo's eyes had never been wider and he was trying to hide a telltale swelling in his pants. His mother reached over to give him a testing squeeze and smiled as he gasped. The other women looked variously, shocked, amused or aroused. Angela noticed that Lucia's hand stayed in his lap.

Pablo and Maria had come in and seen this last. Now they looked at each other, again. "Uhh, Frank? We thought that we had decided. But, is that the situation with your women? With Maria?"

"I think women with women is sexy, but I don't want to force them. If two women wish to do that with each other, fine. If they wish to do that, I may ask them to do it for me to watch, or with me. I will probably ask each of them separately if they are interested. I don't know what else I can tell you." Frank looked concerned. He was worried that Pablo was just too conservative to be picked up.

"Frank, I will join you. I have done this with my cousin, Conchita. It was fun and taught us many things that I used when I decided to get Pablo to marry me. Pablo will join us as well and he will cooperate, or I will never speak to him again." Maria looked like a fire was burning inside, getting hotter and hotter and it was going to burn Pablo to a crisp if he did not decide quickly.

"You...You have done this? And you wish to do this again?" Pablo was in a state of shock.

"Yes and if we can find a partner and Frank allows it, we will show you how three can have lots more fun that two. The petite Mexican girl was now transforming all of the heat into a look of pure lust. Pablo was done for.

"Ok, Si." They collected their two kids and went over for their kisses, now imbedded in tradition. Each of Frank's women kissed Pablo and Maria kissed Frank. She looked over at Sophie and smiled, but before she could take a step, Serafina surprised everyone by taking a long step and pulling Maria into a very hot clinch.

"We girls practiced kissing when we were younger. Maybe I can see what else you and your cousin practiced." Serafina was blushing furiously, but she was also obviously interested.

"Like daughter, like mother." muttered Frank. "Ok, Paulo, you're up." There were ten adults and three children left.

"Ok. Now, Francesca and I have been talking during all of this; so let me say a couple of things first. We are going to invite her Mother and her sister, then two of the waitresses, but we already knew that Frannie was interested in girls. We have fantasized about this and we are going to do it. That means that all four of you will be with both Francesca and me. Even you two." This last was spoken directly to Andrea and Gina. "If you cannot handle this, well, there are a lot of Marines. You will also be with each other and with anyone else I decide to put with you. Francesca understands that that goes for her as well. Andrea, are you willing to have your diabetes cured, to be made into a twenty year old again, to get that knee fixed? And to have sex with your daughters and me, any time and any way I want it? Five or ten more babies, on a new world with no drive-by shootings, gangs or drugs. Frannie says you are ready for a guy again. Will I do? What do you say?"

"OK, but Francesca will have to show me what to do. I have not... I have never even thought of doing that before. But, I'll try.

Her daughter Gina spoke up. "Mamma. I can show you what to do. My roommate, Barbara, in college, she showed me and uhh, we even shared a boyfriend or two." Gina gave her Mother a hug from beside her and then, because she was the irrepressible type, her hand slipped a bit further around and she gave her mother's breast a gentle squeeze and a brush against the nipple. Her mother stiffened, then relaxed about halfway, but she did not remove her daughter's hand as she moved over and sat by Francesca. Francesca smiled and leaned in from the other side and gave a similar hug with a similar breast squeeze. Neither daughter let go of their mother's breasts during the rest of the pickup.

Paulo looked over his shoulder to see if the general and his party were getting nervous about the time that they were taking. What he saw surprised him a bit. Several blouses were open a bit or even a lot and skirts were pulled up, pants were unzipped. Hands were caressing, stroking, or probing. It was possible that a couple of girls were under the tables. There seemed to be a lot of skin showing, but almost no underwear. The women just seemed to have not worn any. No wonder his women were getting so accepting of Frank's, Angela's and his demands. Watching a soft-core sex show behind his back was warming them all up. He turned back for his last two choices. "Ladies, are any of you not interested? No? Ok, are any of you REALLY interested? Well!!" There were four hands raised. Wait make that five hands, one of the kids had her hand raised. "I am sorry, Sweetie. Put your hand down. You're not old enough. You will join whichever family your mother joins."

"I am thirteen years and five months. I am old enough for oral sex. They told us the colony rules in Health Class. And I like it. I like it with girls. And I liked it with Billie, but not Michael. He kept pulling my hair and making me choke. And my mom is holding her hand up too, so if you pick her you get two of us."

The young African American girl was obviously Sabrina's daughter and she was holding the hand of her younger sister on one side with her brother sitting on the other side. Six and ten he thought. "What is your name sweetie?"

"Safara. It means Fire."

"Fire, huh?" Paulo grinned at his wife, who just smiled. "Sabrina? Are you OK with this? A sexually active thirteen-year-old, that is? Considering you might get in the middle of something with her? Safara? You hear that?" Both looked at each other, then back to him and nodded in unison. "Ok, come on over here. Ok, who is left?" He was interrupted by the kisses and surprisingly, by a quick gentle squeeze of the front of his pants, by both Sabrina and Safara, who accompanied hers with a giggle before she went to kiss Francesca and then climbed into her lap. Every Harem apparently needed a squirmy teenager. He looked back to the ladies remaining. "Sonya? Where is your son? Didn't you bring him?"

"No, I left him with my neighbor. I just thought that this would be too serious for him. You know. The final night, I thought we might get weepy. Can... Will we be able to pick him up? If someone takes me?" Sonya's perfect English had just a slight Russian accent

General Winthrop spoke for the first time in almost a quarter of an hour. "No problem. Just as soon as we finish up here we can send a team for him. That would be Richard. Six years old, correct? Sonya is a qualified mother, Gentlemen." That was spoken to the Marines, a couple of whom looked up with interest. They had open slots only for mothers, so they had given up hoping when the last of the kids were gone. The other two were already interested in the last seven ladies. All were great looking. Frank and Paulo knew that good-looking waitresses helped with the restaurant's ambience.

"Ok, Last pick. You all look great and I know you are all good people, but with all of us Italians and now with Sabrina, who is not the lightest complexioned person in the room either, I am going with Elsbeth." Elsbeth was only 19. She had gold blond hair with a bit of a reddish tint to it along with a peaches and cream complexion. Paulo had always been secretly turned on by Elsbeth's charming Scots brogue. He was glad that Frannie had put her on their short list when they were discussing choices earlier. She immediately came over and gave Paulo and Francesca a warm kiss. "Gentlemen, I think we are done."

The remaining six waitress staff were all in their twenties or thirties. Only Sonya had a child. The four Marines stepped up and began quietly talking to the women, asking for their CAP cards and looking them over, briefly. The two who needed a mother figure were both talking to Sonya and she was in the enviable position of being able to chose, with-out having to compete against another girl. She had them both kiss her, reached inside their pants, had them both use their hands on her and finally made her decision. One of the other Marines needed two girls and took the two remaining 'eagerly bisexual' girls. The last Marine took Rosalita, a short, slightly overweight girl, who nevertheless looked very voluptuous. There were two girls left. And one disappointed Marine without a mommy.

Sonya spoke to her disappointed suitor. "Hey, I just thought of something. My neighbor, she's watching Richard. She has two boys and a girl. What else does she need to be a mother? Her husband, she is separated from him. He's in jail for beating her up. Maybe you can you pick her up when you get my Richard?"

The General spoke again. "Take Sonya along with you when you go to get her son. Be careful, but collect targets of opportunity at your discretion."

"General, all of your people are aboard. Eighteen Volunteers. No hitches. All four of the Marines I sent filled out their picks, two more got theirs when those two extra waitresses came aboard. And my two Marines picking up the kid also got the upstairs neighbor, who heard a disturbance. That includes a 6.7 husband, with his wife, his sister-in-law who was visiting from out of town and the teenaged daughter of that babysitter. All told, nineteen volunteers and ninety-seven adult Harem members. We left no broken families either, other than that husband in jail and a couple of loser hubbies elsewhere."

"Thank you, Captain Pierson. It helped that your people performed well and were so professional. The other pickups that I have planned should go about the same. Most of the people will be all sorted out in advance. You got the full briefing from the AI? The part about some of my people and I will be going along to introduce people and also, so we have some undercover ability in the larger ones?"

"Yes, Sir. That should be no problem. We'll get you a quick familiarization for the Stingers anyway, though. We also have some light body armor to wear under your shirt. You never know when you will need them."

"Thank you. And now, I am going to see if all of my ladies are tucked in securely for the night."