Part 2 Chapter 3
Tuesday

The bed feels almost empty. Only a couple girls are here. Oh yeah. We had a send-off for my sister and Sarah helped. Only two middle aged women, but I am just as dead as yesterday. Face it Fred. You are a sex fiend! Open your eyes.

Fred opened his eyes to find his wife's face six inches away, watching him. She had a habit of doing that. She swore that she woke up and opened her eyes just moments before he did. "Morning, lover." He rolled over and kissed her on the forehead. He rolled back and turned his head to find Elizabeth but instead, he found a different girl on that side.

"Sheila?" Sheila was one of his niece Cynthia's school friends. She had been left behind when her parents were picked up almost a year ago and had been living in foster care since then. She was the smallest concubine in the extended family and her light brown complexion looked especially lovely in the soft morning light against the white sheets. Fred lusted after her every time he saw her, but she was so petite that he almost felt guilty. Almost. "I though that Elizabeth was here when I went to sleep."

"I swear Fred, five or six rolls in the hay and you crash like a sixty mile-an-hour T-bone. She came and got me after her shower. She said she had to go say goodbye to her other brother. She asked me to give you something though." Sheila slid completely out from under the sheet, kneeling on the mattress with her knees spread about eighteen inches apart. Her breasts were about two feet away from his face and he had a perfect, full frontal view of her young body.

"Oh? And what was that?"

"Me, of course!" The tiny teenager moved in on him like a snake after a mouse. Fred heard his wife snickering behind him as he felt her press herself against him as well.

"Excuse me, Nurse. We have a bit of a situation here." Franklin had four huge Marines with him. They tended to make an immediate impression on the staff.

"Uhh, exactly what situation would that be? I mean, I can see. Marines! Here. In uniform. But this is the ICU. No one here is in any condition for test drives." The brunette nurse had a nametag attached to her top that just said, 'Jenny, RN'. Like many nurses, she was a bit heavy, but then, like many other ICU nurses, she was at the lower end of the 'overweight nurse' scale. The baggy scrubs covered up most of her figure, but she seemed decently curved underneath them.

Franklin smiled at the defensive attitude of the nurse. "We are here for two specific people and their families. We are recruiting them, but as you have said they aren't in any condition to agree. We will transport them from here, directly to the infirmary on the ship in orbit. They will be repaired to a fully functional state. Then we will ask them if they want to be picked up. If they don't, they will be returned to their home. Mr. Jenner is authorized two concubines, and his wife is actually authorized three. We want him, but we'll take her if she wants to go. His three kids were also in the accident. They are also in this hospital, so we will collect and fix them as well. We would like to do this with your blessing. It truly is in your patients' best interests."

"You do know that he's now blind and that she lost both an arm and a leg?"

"Fixable, easily. Marines take those types of injuries quite a bit. As long as the brain, spine and reproductive organs are intact, we can fix them like new. We can even fix fleshy organ parts as long as the uterus, ovaries and testes are OK. What will it take to get you on our side, Jenny? Do you want to come along?"

"What? Me? No! No. Not this time. I'll go when my husband is available to take me. Hmm, how about I suggest someone else to you? One person of my choice for each of the ones you want. They're all here in the hospital."

"Franklin, that doesn't look like two adults, one teenager and two little kids." Elizabeth had been waiting in the infirmary for her husband to bring in his people. A line of hospital gurneys and people came out of the transporter and headed to the infirmary.

"They followed me home, Mom. Can I keep them?" Franklin had a sheepish look on his face, but he felt good. "I made a deal at the hospital to get them to release the Jenners. One Volunteer and his wife were waiting to see when their kid would die of cancer. Now he won't. They have one more kid to be picked up from a sitter. I got a hospital lab tech who was suffering rather badly from diabetes. She has one kid at home as well. And we got one fifteen-year-old girl who was in the hospital for her fourth broken bone in two years. According to the parents, she fell off of a ladder for all four broken bones. Those last two have already agreed to join the first family. It was supposed to be a one for one deal, but I got carried away."

"You old softie. Well, your buddy won't be awake today. Come back to the pod and take your punishment like a man. We have ten ladies who'll help hold you down.

"Mrs. Winthrop? Sarah, it is good to see you again, but I thought your sister was meeting me, not you." Doctor Wiegart stood for his guests as she and the gentleman with her joined his table.

"Sorry Doctor. Thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice. However, although I am Mrs. Winthrop, I am not Sarah. I'm afraid that we're twins: I'm Rebecca, the sister she mentioned. And before you ask, we married brothers, so we have the same last name. This is Jason Wilson, one of my husband's people. Apparently I need an escort for this type of thing." She smiled sweetly at Jason to take the sting out of the words.

Jason nodded once politely to the doctor, helped Rebecca with her chair and then he sat as well. Then he went into watchful security mode.

"Aahh, of course, twins. An astonishing likeness. I usually notice small differences quite easily. Part of the skill set. Would you like to order first? Or, may I ask, what type of 'thing' this is? Sarah just said that she thought that I would be willing to listen."

Rebecca placed a card on the table in front of him. "Take a look at that; start thinking along those lines, and then we can order."

Doctor Wiegart looked at the CAP card in front of him. Rebecca had a 9.1. Then he noticed the words that stated clearly that she was an active duty Confederacy Civil Service Decurion. He handed back the card and signaled to the waiter absentmindedly as he started thinking.

After they had received their orders, Dr. Wiegart spoke first. "The key things that I noticed were Civil Service, and Active Duty. Can you explain?"

"Certainly. Well the Civil Service has not enough people and way too many jobs that are easily, if not quite accurately, defined as 'social work'. Our clients are primarily concubines who have lost their sponsors, in one way or another. Death of a sponsor, rejection from the harem, transfers of sponsors with no allowances made for harem movements, etc. We are also in charge of keeping the population exploding. In other words, we encourage breeding. As to my being on active duty, well, I got picked up Friday, but the ship is still loading and I have some issues to deal with. You can help with one."

"I'm a plastic surgeon. I thought that the medical capabilities of the AIs were beyond any need of our doctors."

"You are not entirely mistaken, but the artistic and aesthetic abilities of the AIs are... limited. Granted, they can make any girl look like a Brittany, or a Jessica, but they have problems with coming up with nice new faces, or keeping the same basic face, but upgrading it a bit. And sometimes, the choices made, like the new body from celebrity A with the face of celebrity B and the skin of celebrity C, well, it just does not work. I mean it looks wrong. We have a bunch of prospects that need some work. Most of it is doable almost by rote, but these women currently have no sponsors to speak for them, and there is already a tendency to have every other woman look like one or another celebrity. You have an artistic ability that lets you modify a face and make it better, or at least no worse. Sarah knows you due to your pro bono work on burn victims. You have an 8.1. That's somewhat high for a doctor. Most doctors are above 5.0. However, it seems that many, but not all, surgeons and many other specialists have high skill sets and aggressions subscores while their people skills are lacking. Meanwhile general practitioners and family doctors may have better people skills but less in the way of aggression. Less ego, if you will. You have not volunteered for the armed forces even though you are assured of getting as many as six women. We can offer you one extra person as long as it's a mother figure. We checked and your wife qualifies as a mother figure. You would be working for me. We can collect your wife, or your other loved ones, and we can take your entire partnership if you want. Dr. Padgett would get three instead of two, and we can get Dr Tanner in as a specialist with two choices instead of not being eligible at all. They would be able to choose theirs as well, instead of taking potluck. However, we need to decide today."

The doctor pulled out his key chain. The fob was a flash drive with his medical practice's logo on it. He looked at it for a few moments, obviously deciding. He detached the drive and placed it in front of Rebecca. "OK, with one demand. A big one. I have been carrying this in hopes that I could get this demand honored at a pickup. That is a list of the personal and medical information on two hundred thirty one of my patients. All of them are people that I have been unable to really fix. These are mostly my pro bono cases. I helped, but they are still visibly, sometimes horribly, scarred. They are firefighters, accident victims, soldiers, marines and sailors, men, women and entirely too many children. Many are missing ears, noses, fingers.... Well, I want help for them. Put them through one of your super machines. You promise that you will do your best to get them fixed and I can leave in peace."

Rebecca got a blank look on her face for a minute, and then she focused on him again and smiled. "The AI agreed. We will be picking some of them up as we do it, along with their families. Some are bound to be volunteers, and we are very short of concubines currently. The AI will enforce our agreement as a binding contract. We cannot fix anyone who refuses the procedure, and we have only six months to finish everything before our colony won't have a presence on Earth anymore for pickups, but we will indeed do our best to honor the letter and the spirit of the agreement." She reached out and picked up the flash drive, placing it into her small handbag. "Shall we go collect your family and friends?"

Dr Wiegart stood up. A smile was slowly growing on his face. "My wife will come with me and, I think, her sister. I better ask Darlene, at the office, before Marge, uhmm, Dr. Padgett, tries to seduce her."

"Mom, I shouldn't really be going in there. It's for ladies only. I'll just wait outside." Mick knew he wasn't going to change his mother's mind, but he figured he had to speak out at least once. The ladies' fitness center didn't actually have anything that came right out and said, "Ladies Only" but it was obvious. Besides, there was a bus stop bench right outside where he could sit and read.

"Nonsense! We're just going to the front desk so Sandra and I can sign up for this step aerobics class. You and Amanda can wait inside where it's out of the sun." Yup, her mind was made up. And Mom was stubborn with a capital S. Best to just go inside and live with it. Just what every fifteen-year-old boy wants to watch, lots of sweaty over-weight women trying to lose weight.

"OK, we have you and your daughter signed up for the three month package. Are you sure that your younger daughter isn'....OH! MY! GAWD!!" Ricki, the hardbodied cutie receptionist was obviously, suddenly, totally derailed.

"What's wrong?" Janet and Sandra turned their heads to look to where Ricki was looking. There were half a dozen men entering the front door. BIG men. Wait, two were women. "Marines?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Please step inside with the others and we can get this over with quickly." The Marine Sergeant was gathering up everyone in the front of the fitness center and herding everyone towards the main workout area. Two Marines set up in the lobby and put up a defensive field facing the front door. This business catered mostly to overweight women as opposed to fitness junkies. No big display windows here. Two more headed into the showers and the changing rooms. There were a lot of squeals at first. Within three minutes, there were almost one-hundred-and-fifty women crammed into the aerobics area along with one teenage boy. Several were wet and totally naked. Some were kind of nice looking. Things were picking up for Mick.

"OK. I am Sergeant Hale. It should be obvious that this is a pick up. We have a few differences for this one. First, our sensors tell us that there are several volunteers here, but most of them seem to be inside lockers. So, it appears, is almost everyone else. I am assuming that means that your CAP cards are with your street clothes. Will those of you that have your CAP cards with you please move over to this side of the room. Will those that have them in lockers please line up by that door, we will escort you a few at a time to avoid congestion. There are only two volunteers in this room with cards. Will Priscilla Smith and Mick O'Hare please come here?"

The sergeant lowered his voice to talk to the middle-aged lady and the young man after they approached. "OK, I'm going to brief you two first, since you were the only ones to keep your cards on you. First, we are going to a new colony. Vulcan. The Colony rules give you one extra concubine as long as she is a mother. She has to have one five-year-old or older, and a couple of minimums in her scores. Not real restrictive. Just to weed out the really bad ones. Here are a couple of card readers. Put the card in here and it lights up with the word 'Mother' if she has the right scores. See, Priscilla? You would qualify as a mother if you weren't already a volunteer and if you actually have a kid. Second thing. We are making pick-ups at home for your kids and such. Priscilla, if you want your hubby, let us know and we can grab him at home, or anyone else for that matter, as long as you say you want them, agree to one special offer and you have the available slots. You have four, five with the mother. I suggest you talk with the Lance Corporal here. She can give you pointers on what it's like as a female Marine." As Priscilla walked off, Sergeant Hale looked at Mick. "Well, you certainly were a surprise. Is it Mickey or Mick?"

"Mick. Definitely. A surprise? Wait! You mean you came here after a bunch of women only, ON PURPOSE?"

"Hehe. Yup. We are collecting some spares. And we have some specific non-qualifying college-aged guys that we want to grab, so we need a lady sponsor or two to grab them. And actually, there are a couple staff member guys in the back and the next room as well. OK, so what's your situation?"

"Well, I was just here waiting while my mom and big sister signed up for something and my twin sister and I were along for the ride." Mick turned around and pointed at his family, who took that as permission to join the sergeant and him.

Janet O'Hare immediately took charge. "Mick, we have to get you looking over the women. You will have some hard decisions to make."

"Mom, wait! What about you and the girls? I don't think I want you to be spares." Janet looked a little confused at that, but got some idea of the situation from her son's concerned tone.

Sergeant Hale spoke up. "Uh, there is one option you should consider, even if it's just to turn it down. With your score, you get two choices, three with the special Mother option. You could have two or even all three of your family in your Harem. However, that DOES mean that you would be having sex with all three and making babies with all three. There is no rule against it. Some times it works out well, but sometimes not."

Janet sat down on the bench next to Mick. "No. Not for me. I mean, I think it would be a bad idea even if it does turn me on a bit. Now kids, don't you DARE look at me that way. Your father has been dead for four years and Mick looks more like him every day. He could have me right now if he wants me. In fact we may need to in order to put him on display for the other ladies, since he looks so young. However, I am too much of a take-charge person. A grown man who has not been raised and trained by me will be able to handle me, but with Mick, I'll get too big for my britches. Mick would have to get rid of me sooner or later and that would break his heart." Sergeant Hale was nodding his head in agreement. Janet leaned over and gave Mick a very big hug and a more than motherly kiss. "Sandra, that look says 'no way' for you either?"

"Yeah, as the saying goes, I love you like a brother, Mick, but EWWW!" The words were light hearted, but also they were obviously heart felt.

"OK, no problem. It wasn't my suggestion anyway. There are a hundred women here. I can find someone, I am just worried about you guys." Mick started to stand up, but felt his twin pull on his arm.

"What about me? What if I want to be with you? I'm not built as nice as Mom or Sandra and I'm not as good looking, but I want to be with you, not some other guy." Amanda had never thought she looked very good, but Mick thought she was beautiful with her long dark hair. Only five foot two inches tall, slim but not skinny, instead of pencil legs she had actual thighs that tapered just like Mick liked them, and her breasts were small but distinctly there. He thought they would get a bit bigger as she got older. In old pictures his Mom looked a lot like Amanda did now. He had recently realized that he had been having problems dating because of his tendency to only look at girls that looked like Amanda. And none of them were as smart or as nice as her.

"Ah, Amanda. I think you look great and I would love to have you with me, but you heard what the sergeant said. Babies. And sex. With me. I mean, I think you're cute. I could do you. Oops. I mean... uhh... Mom?" Mick looked at his mother in obvious distress.

"New rules, Hon. Stand up." When Mick hesitated, Janet got stern. "Mick. You will do as I say for this one last time. We need to find out if this is going to work, right now. Now stand up!" As Mick stood, he was visibly erect due to the naked, wet women in the room. Some were only about fifteen feet away. Janet grabbed his shorts and dropped to her knees, pantsing him as slickly as any middle school bully with no teachers in sight. As he sprang free of his shorts, she reached out and grabbed him with both hands. "Come here, Amanda." Amanda dropped to her knees alongside her mother. "OK, take both hands and squeeze and stroke him, like this. Not too tight. Oh, Mick, I think you are already nearly as big as your father when he was young. He was very nicely hung, too. He was my first, and though I tried a couple more guys I decided that he had spoiled me for life. Amanda, keep stroking while I get our tops off." Janet took her own top off and then her bra before starting on Amanda. She pulled Amanda's top from her shorts and unfastened her bra. "OK, let me take over while you get rid of that. This is the next step. Watch closely." Mick was getting unsteady on his feet. Amanda was not really that great at what she was doing, but it felt good and it WAS Amanda, and now his Mom was... Oh, Wow, her mouth felt great!

"Mom, I'm... unnh. I'm going ..."

"Not yet dear. Sit down again." Her mouth was gone!! Her hands were back. They were better than Amanda's, but.... "Open a bit more, Amanda. Now don't get him with your teeth. Use your lips and tongue." Oh, my. Amanda felt nice too, but he was not going to last very long. He closed his eyes, reached out to grab her by the back of her head and he got his hand slapped by his mother. "Don't do that Mick, you'll choke her, touch her cheek instead. Stroke the side of her face."

He looked down and noticed that his Mom and Amanda were both naked below the waist now. When had that happened? And Sandra! She was still dressed, kind of. Her blouse was open; her bra was unsnapped in front. Her white slacks were down around her knees. One hand was caressing her breast. The other hand was inside her panties. She was on a chair facing him, and masturbating while watching Amanda and him. And she was watching their mom, who had one hand rubbing Amanda's breast and another between her own legs. That was too much, and Amanda choked as she tried to swallow the flood. His Mom leaned in and helped her clean up every drop.

"Well, did I pass?" Amanda was looking up at him from between his knees. She had a big grin, and some semen on her face. As he watched, his mother leaned over and cleaned it off with her tongue. He groaned. He was starting to swell again.

"Yeah, you passed. A-plus. You can be in my Harem. Uhh, I do have a question for you, though. I was over at Pat's house. His brother was at college, but he had these adult DVDs. They, uh, they show women doing things with each other. Like Mom did with you just now. And more, lot's more. It was really hot, but I have to know. Was this just a one-time thing? Or are you willing to do more?"

"Uh, it felt OK, but how much more? I mean kissing and stuff is fun, and if someone needs to...." She broke off as her mother leaned over and started whispering in her ear. "You mean with their fingers?" For a minute it was like listening to one side of a phone conversation. "The whole fist...? Their tongues?!" Amanda was turning seriously pink. It was pretty neat to watch as she blushed all over her chest. And her nipples were really crinkled up and hard. As her mother leaned back, she was having a hard time speaking. "Mick. I don't know! I think...." She stopped, visibly screwed up her courage and stiffened her back, which did really nice things to her breasts and exposed her entire front to his gaze. "I think you will have to ask the other girls that you get to try those things with me. If I can't handle them, then you decide if you either get rid of those things or get rid of me. I will try really hard and won't refuse unless I really have to."

"Come here." He pulled her into his lap straddling him and kissed her thoroughly, while feeling up her breasts and her ass. "No getting rid of you. We'll just have to find out your limits. OK, sit over here and don't distract me any more than you already have." He looked over to Sergeant Hale, who had continued to supervise procedures while keeping an eye on the O'Hares. "Sergeant? Is there some way I can make sure my mom and sister go to someone nice?"

"Well, I've been thinking. That lesson your mother just gave to your sister is a good sign for me. And I like strong, smart women. Especially ones smart enough to know better than to go with you, and sexy enough to do what's necessary. Can I have your card, Janet?" He waited while she rummaged in her clothes for her wallet and her card. "You guys all need to keep your cards with you, even if you are stark naked. OK, 5.3 overall, and a 6.6 in parenting. These are your kids, obviously over five years old, so you qualify as a mother, a reasonably good one, actually. Hmm, and you have a 7 for sex. Janet, that question your son asked about girl-girl action, how about it? Are you just friendly when training your daughter, or can you get in there and put on a real show for me and satisfy another girl who likes women?"

"I can do that. I have this lady friend. We were both without men and frustrated, and a bit drunk, so.... But then we found that we really liked it. Since then, we've found a few more ladies. There are six of us." Janet blushed a tiny bit, but it was Sandra that really jumped in surprise.

"OK. We can find a spot for you, probably with me. Now for Sandra. Sandra, you haven't done much, today. Are you willing to do it all? Straight sex, oral, maybe anal? Are you willing to do it with other women?" He took her card and inspected it in his reader.

"Yes, but I would like to stay with my Mom if possible. She's always been my best friend. Mick and Amanda were always close, that twin thing probably. But I'll get kind of lost and lonely on my own."

"OK, here is the thing." Another Marine walked over and joined them. This is Corporal Jenkins. We both have two concubines back home. But now we're being assigned to Vulcan Colony and we each get a third with this mommy rule. My wife qualifies and one of his girls qualifies. So we just need one more each. No restrictions. My second pick after my wife was this hard-bodied beach bunny. All long legs, firm breasts and slim body. It makes me hard to even think about her, but she and my wife get along like alley cats and pit bulls. I lust after her, but I still really love my wife. Now, Jenkins really likes her and I'm thinking he can have her. That leaves me two choices, so I could take you two together. However, all of our ladies are currently on another planet, and we won't see them for at least two months. We figure that it isn't fair if I end up with two women on the ship and he ends up with none, especially as he is doing me a favor. So, if you come with me, the following rules will apply. Both of you will be mine, but Jenkins will be sharing you until we get back with the rest of the women. Maybe later, too. You may have one of us or both of us in your bed at a time, or one of us and both of you or maybe all four of us. You ladies will be very friendly to each other whenever we even hint at it. We may have other guys, or other gals or even other lady Marines join us at any time. You will put out any way we decide we want you to. Agreed?"

Janet didn't hesitate. "Agreed," she said as she looked over at Sandra. "Put up or shut up, Sandra."

"Oh, I agree." Sandra's scores were low on aggression and dominance, but she had a lot higher sex drive than even her mother thought, and what she had just heard was sounding great. Earlier, the sight of her family and the thought of what her mother was saying into Amanda's ears had driven her to a quiet little orgasm. Now just the thought of her mother and other women, and soon with her and the two HUGE guys and... Wow!

"Ok, Mick. We will be on the same colony as you, so you can see your family anytime we give them permission. We won't get there for a couple of months after you though. Now, get cracking. You need a couple more ladies. My suggestion, get a mother figure right off, one who qualifies, but also look for one with kids under the age of fourteen. That'll put you right in the role of family protector and provider. Let her run the household, cleaning, childcare and such." The Sergeant placed Amanda's CAP card on his reader and showed it to Mick. "On her card, look for high scores here, for parenting, here for sex, here for sociability and decide on you own if you want high or low for aggression, intelligence, loyalty, etc. If they have a thirteen-year-old kid, they are not eligible for regular sex, but they are OK for oral if THEY want it. The kid that is. You are only fifteen, so that's not going to be as much of a stressor for them or for their moms as if you were fifty. Now get out there and grab somebody."

Mick stood, took one step and almost fell over. His shorts were around his ankles. He bent down to pull them up, but was stopped by his mother. "No, just dump them, dear, and take off your shirt. You're wearing sandals without socks, so that's ok. Just carry your card and Amanda's card. Amanda, give him a couple of strokes. Every time it starts to droop, get it back up again. It looks very nice and it will scare away the real prudes. Now don't just take the first one willing to have sex with you. Be picky and find a nice personality that you both like. Remember the Sergeant and his hard body? Also remember that you can make any of these overweight women into that, and boy howdy, will they be grateful. Now go on and do me proud!"

As Mick and Amanda walked away, he though her heard his mom saying, "Sergeant. I'm pretty horny now, can I have a test drive?"

"Lars, first is Lars really your name? I mean it's kind of stereotypical for a masseur." Paula was a short, full figured woman. Her heavy breasts gave her constant backaches. She had considered having them reduced, but then they would not match the full hips and ass. And since she liked sex, and they attracted the guys, well, she kept them. For now, massages were a necessary luxury.

When the first Marine had stepped into the massage and steam room area, Paula had pointed to her card in her bathrobe. Once things were quickly explained, she said they would be right out, as soon as she conducted an interview and maybe a test drive.

Lars was around six feet two inches tall. He looked like an actor playing the part of a Nordic masseur. He had hands that were just perfect as far as Paula was concerned. Strong, large, gentle, warm. He worked the kinks out of her back like no one else. When he spoke, most of his accent was gone. "Yes, but the accent is exaggerated. My grandfather has the real accent, and I just copy it for work."

"Lars, you wear a wedding ring, and you never uhm, take liberties. Are you interested in getting picked up?"

"Sort of. If Anna were here, I would try to get us out together. We have two kids, two and five. I don't want to leave without her. But we agreed that if one of us can get the kids out with someone safe, we should take the chance." Lars resumed her back massage. Paula's towel was only covering her from the waist down and mid thighs up.

"Call over a Marine, would you please? Also, uhmm, please feel free to take some of those liberties. Get rid of that towel."

When the Marine arrived Paula verified that they could collect the wife at the same time as the kids.

"OK, Lars. I have wanted you to use those fingers in me for three months now. Get to work. Then we can try a tongue massage. After that, .... Oooh, oooh, oooh, that's nice. I'll talk later...."

Karyn was just rinsing her hair under the shower when the disturbance reached the locker rooms. There was a lot of talking excitedly, a few screams and shrieks of embarrassment, people opening lockers and general commotion. She got the soap out of her eyes and opened them just in time to look up at a HUGE MAN in the showers area. "What the f... uhh. Is that a Marine uniform?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Would you please get your CAP card out?" The Marine took an obviously approving look, but then he turned aside to where he just could see her in the corner of his eye, without blatantly staring at her.

"OK, it's right over there." She decided that if this was a pickup, she needed to get the embarrassment over quickly so she may as well practice on him. She stepped over to her towel and robe, turned her back to him and bent over quite a bit more than was needed to get her ID card case out of her robe pocket. She smiled at the sound of an in-taken breath behind her, stood up and quickly spun around to face him. 'Gotcha!' she thought as she found him staring where her ass had been. "Here it is." She held it right in front of her as she walked up to him. "I have an 8.1 so I get six," she said as she positioned it right between her nipples for him to read.

"So, you do. And I must say that you do seem to have the aggressive attitude necessary to be a good Marine." The Marine managed to look aside. "We have a couple of special things you should know about." He explained the Mommy rule. Then he told her about the college guys. "The incentive we are offering, is that if you agree to take one of our pre-selected spare college guys, we will make an extra effort to grab one person that you want from the outside. For example: You are allowed six and a Mommy. Let's say you find the mommy here. You also get four other girls here. You agree to choose one guy from our collection. We then take down a name, or maybe a couple of names. We go to your apartment for your hubby maybe, or to the neighbor's place for your best friend. Or something. Now we won't go all over town. We'll just make a couple of real attempts to help you out."

"OK, I can go for that. Let me ask if a particular request is stretching it too far. My kids are being babysat by my neighbor Molly. She is only about thirty but she's recovering from cancer surgery and treatment. Her husband is dead, car accident, but her father-in-law is still close and he is there right now, helping out. I want her, him and all of our kids. She has one, and I have two, none over ten. He's watching the ball game, so he'll be there for at least another two hours. You would have to make a trip there for my kids anyway."

"Sure, that's well within reason. No guarantee that they agree though."

"Well, I think they like each other, and I like him a lot too. But if he balks about sex with her, we will have me and four more ladies, and a college stud for her. OK, so I need four girls. Well, three girls and a Mommy. And I think I'll need them to like girls, or to at least be real friendly when sharing a guy." She started walking out to the front, then detoured into the locker room and looked around at the women getting their cards out.

Mick and Amanda had checked out and rejected a couple of women already. They had also been rejected by a few more who had basically just ignored the teenagers. He was about to head back into the scrum when Amanda caught his arm with her free hand. "Look at Mom!" He looked back over his shoulder. Sergeant Hale was sitting in a chair and had his pants down. Sandra was bouncing in his lap with her back to him. He had her breasts in both hands and was kneading them as she bounced away. Her hands were in her lap....Oh. She was holding Mom's head there. His Mom was on her knees and she had her rear end in the air where Corporal Jenkins was behind her, pumping away. Mom was slamming her rear end back to meet the Corporal. They all seemed to be having a great time.

"Let go of me a moment Amanda. That's just too hot." He looked away to try and calm down, but everywhere there were naked women, half naked women, women going down on other women, women caressing other women's breasts, more breasts and...." Arrrrgh!" He sprayed all over a couple of middle-aged women standing about three feet from him. Amanda giggled and dropped down to catch the last of it in her mouth.

"Young man, that was very rude," said woman #1. She was pretty heavy and was still wearing her work out tights even though she had gotten out of the sports bra and she had her sleeveless body stocking down around her waist. The effect was to make her belly fold out over the waistband and she probably looked fatter and dumpier than she would have either fully dressed or fully naked. Woman #2 was not as heavy overall, but she was very short, so every pound showed. She had dumped the bra and tights and then put back on the body stocking. Hers had short sleeves, so the fabric under her arms kept her breasts from sneaking out on the sides, thus making them look a bit more impressive as opposed to just heavy. She reached down and wiped some semen off of her thigh, smiled and took a lick.

"Uhh, sorry, ladies. I guess I got over-stimulated." He gestured around the room, but specifically NOT back towards his mother and his sister. "My name is Mick O'Hare. I am looking for two more ladies for my Harem."

Woman #1 snorted and turned to walk away. "The nerve of some people. Come along, Stacy." Stacy started to join her, then stopped, seemed to think a bit, and turned back.

"Amanda, stop that for now. I have to concentrate." Amanda stopped, but pouted. She remained on her toes and knees, leaning up against his leg, watching Stacy. "Are you interested in joining us, Stacy? If so, could I see your card, please?"

"For now, let's just say I am checking the options. Here's my card." Mick looked at it and showed it to Amanda. Stacy noticed that and then took another look at the girl. Related? They looked a LOT alike. "OK, you have a 4.7 and you have nice sex and intelligence scores. Parenting is a 6. Do you have kids?"

"Yes, I have a girl at thirteen and a half, a boy, twelve, and a little girl, four. May I ask? Is Amanda related to you? You look so much alike."

"She is my sister, my twin sister. I didn't want to just leave her to be one of the spares, which is what they are doing with the ones here that don't get sponsors. Since there are only maybe six lady volunteers here and then me, that means that only twenty-five or thirty women will get picked."

"OK, then I have a couple more questions. What do you intend to do with my kids. Be specific please."

Mick thought for a minute. "First, Amanda is going to find out if she wants to do just a little girl-on-girl stuff, or a lot. I am not going to force her to do a lot more than she wants to, but so far, she likes the idea. So, she is part of this decision. Second, the Sergeant told me that thirteen-year-olds were okay for oral sex. I will probably do that with your daughter if she wants it. Amanda will probably do it with her as well. You will be with me, of course, but you'll be with Amanda, also. I don't think I will make you do it with your daughter, but I will have you training her. In other words, you show her what to do with me, then she tries, then you tell her what she is doing right or wrong. We might do threesomes where you share me or Amanda and your daughter will share me. You will be friendly in those situations. That means kisses on the cheeks, touches all over, stroking on her breasts or wherever will help her stay excited while she is with me. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes, well, a bit more detail than I thought to hear actually. However, what about my boy?"

"Your boy? Uh, I'm not going to touch him. Not interested! I get one more girl, er, woman. Maybe I will have her show him the ropes when he hits thirteen. Uh, I think that I'll be jealous about Amanda." He reached down and stroked her hair and the side of her face. Amanda would have purred if she could.

"So you wouldn't make me give him blow jobs, or personally teach her how to go down on a girl, or after he is fourteen show him how to be a man?" Mick was watching her as she said this. He was not positive if she was asking him, hoping for a yes or for a no. He noticed that her breasts were heaving a bit. Her hand, the one holding her sports bra and other items at her side, was stroking against her hip a bit, slowly, caressingly, sensually. He looked at her breasts again. Her nipples were getting visibly hard under the fabric. Her eyes were half closed. He detached himself from Amanda and slid around behind Stacy. She didn't seem to notice.

"On second thought, I think maybe I will." He said quietly into her ear. "I am going to give you a schedule of things to do with and to your son. And you will make sure that your daughter can give Amanda the satisfaction she deserves whenever she wants it." He signaled Amanda over with a glance, as he slid his hands up Stacy's back and took hold of her body stocking. She shivered as he started pulling it down. "When your son is fourteen, he will come up behind you and pull your clothes down. You will just stand there as your daughter grabs your clothes from the front and takes them all the way off." Amanda caught on and pulled the stretchy fabric the rest of the way down. Stacy had her eyes closed, but she lifted her legs one at a time, stepping out of her clothes. Mick led her to a chair and sat down, pulling Stacy down with him. Amanda rescued his stiff rod before it got bent in two and placed it between Stacy's legs. "Stacy, open your eyes, look over there." He pointed at his mother and sister, now reversed from their previous positions. "That's my Mother in the sergeant's lap. I want you to do the same thing." Stacy stood up, positioned herself and slid back down. "Unh, that's very nice. Now, do you see the girl with her face between Mom's knees? That's my other sister, Sandra. In a day or so, your daughter will be between your knees just like that, and in a couple years or so, it will be your son's lap. For today, it's just Amanda and me. OK. You need to decide now. Do you want to go with us? If not you need to stand up and walk away now." Stacy started to raise herself, and then she dropped back down, then up and down. Amanda leaned in to find out that she quite liked licking a woman and her brother at the same time.

Karyn looked at the two potential keepers from the stream of women coming back to their lockers for their cards. Some were just so old, heavy or just distasteful looking that she could not conceive of keeping them long enough to have them changed. A few were OK to look at, but had terrible card scores. And of course a few more just did not have the chemistry match that would let her get interested. The two she had so far were an old friend and a young lady that she had never seen before. Both were out of shape, less than ten percent of the women here being in fit condition.

"Shelby, Tanya. Here's my situation. I should end up with five women and two guys. There are three kids so far between one guy, one woman and myself. Actually, Tanya, you've met her, my neighbor Molly. Anyway, we are going to be living close and sharing the guys. There will be lots of sex. Every girl needs to get pregnant repeatedly. I think, and things may change a little bit, that I will be passively bisexual. Basically, we are in threesomes, sharing a guy, and I will expect lots of contact. If I don't feel like rubbing you the right way I won't, but if I need something and grab a face and plant it in my pussy, that face better start licking. Like I say, things may change. I had a girlfriend in college and we fooled around a bit when drunk, or depressed about our love life, or whatever. But we never figured we were Lesbians, or even Bi. We were just horny. We were also a bit embarrassed, so we never really talked about it. On the other hand, I may go whole hog and be thoroughly into 69s and daisy chains. Fine. You need to be ready for that. So, first, are you still interested? And second, can you walk the walk?"

Shelby at twenty-five was a chunky five foot three inches. She looked about thirty pounds heavy in her workout clothes and even looked a bit heavier in the nude. She wore her brown hair in a short cut that surrounded her face and made it look round and even heavier. Luckily she had a great smile, which Karyn found out as she blushed but started stripping. She didn't say a word as she stepped in, placed her lips on Karyn's breast and started demonstrating her technique. Tanya looked on. She was not so much shocked by the act, as there was stuff a lot more shocking than this going on in the entire place. Mainly, she was just surprised by the speed with which things were changing. "Two guys, five girls, counting me, and then you. So, sex with seven others?"

"Yes, Tanya. Ohhh, yes, Shelby. That's very nice, do that again! Tanya, do you want to stay on Earth? What about your kids?" Tanya was about the same age as Karyn at thirty-five. She was taller, five foot eight, had great breasts and legs, but she was constantly fighting extra weight on her belly, waist and hips. She was not as voluptuous as Shelby, but would look great if she could just keep the weight off her middle. "Come over here and suck on a tit so you can come with us."

Tanya took a step, almost with out realizing it. "I never did it with a girl before. You're not ugly or anything, but..." She was standing right beside Karyn now, looking at her breasts.

"OK, we'll help. Shelby, show Tanya what that nice mouth of yours can do." Karyn moved into a position where she could kiss Tanya, as well as help her get her sports bra off and over her head. Tanya froze up for just a bit, but allowed them to do anything they wanted. She kissed back a bit, and when Shelby started using her tongue on her nipples, they were already hardened. Tanya threw her head back and started moaning. Karyn could not keep kissing her, so she moved down to her neck and then to a free breast. Shelby managed to get Tanya's training shorts pulled down and dropped to her knees. When she placed her mouth in Tanya's pussy and started using her tongue, Tanya started to get very vocal, very fast. Her hands grabbed Karyn and crushed her face to her breast. She was grunting, moaning and GROWLING and then she shrieked as she had an orgasm, passed out and collapsed. "Well, Shelby, do you think she liked it?" Karyn giggled.

"Amanda, I thank that's about as clean as we are going to get. We need one more lady. And it looks like the Marines are trying to finish up. We need to hurry."

Stacy drained her water bottle before dropping it on her clothes. She had her Card. That was all she needed now. "What type do you want for your last one?" She started looking around even though she did not know what she was looking for.

"Well, another one of you is too much to hope for I guess. So, we want someone about your age or younger and not too stuck up. Smart, with a good sex drive. We can work on the looks if they think they are too heavy or something. Maybe twenty at the youngest, unless they are really special."

" Uhh, maybe there are two of me after all." Stacy looked just a tad embarrassed. "Come with me? Please?" She changed it to a request at the last moment. Mick nodded and they followed after her. She stopped at a heavy-set lady. "Hi, Carol Anne. This is Mick and Amanda. Mick is my volunteer. How are you doing?"

"Not so good. What were they thinking? There were no guys here at all. Where did you find this sweetie anyway?" Carol Anne had a very nice, smooth voice with a soft Georgia accent. She was overweight, but it seemed, not totally ashamed of it. She had stripped down completely. Mick guessed that he would get rid of fifty pounds if he had his druthers.

"Not sure where he came from, but you're right. He is a sweetie. Oh, did I say, Amanda is his twin sister." The startled look on Carol Anne's face told Mick that something special was going on here. "And I am here to tell you, she has the nicest, softest, tongue. Oh, and Mick was telling me the nicest story, while he was pumping into me. About how he was my son, and it was Lucy down between my legs licking us both. She was licking me, her mother, and John, her brother, my son." Carol Anne had one hand between her legs already and she was fingering herself.

"Give me your card, Carol Anne." Mick asked. She barely heard him, and then she scrambled to grab her card. Her scores were much like Stacy's. "Do you have kids?"

"Yes, I have four. Donny and Mary are thirteen. Jim is ten, and Tammy is eight."

"You named your twins Donny and Mary? That's just mean."

"No, No. Donny was adopted. Well, he was my sister's boy. We lost his parents in a car crash eight years ago."

"OK, we'll stay the execution. But we grew up Mickey and Mandy, so we're sensitive on the issue. Now, come clean. Sex with your kids? Spill!"

"Well. They have been playing doctor with each other. And I mean at least full oral sex. I caught him licking her, and I found his stains later on her clothes. And he looks just like his late father. I dated him before he decided on my sister. I'm still a bit sweet on him, rest his soul. Any way. I had to have some pretty blunt conversations with them. Come to find out it was this pickup thing that got them started. They figured out it was smarter and safer to practice with each other. Then they rationalized that practice makes perfect. They say that they are both technically virgins. And my gynecologist agrees about Mary. When I told them they had to stop, they asked if I could help them train. Well. I said no. But that got to me thinking about it, especially in my dreams. So I have been taking with Stacy about things, she was talking to me about her furthest fantasies and I guess we got ourselves a bit worked up and a bit more drunk.

"The next thing we knew, we were on the floor of her living room in a 69. After we finished, I went away too embarrassed to even look at her. Well, somehow I got to thinking again about being with the kids. With both of them this time, not just Donny, so I lost track of time. They came home and found me pounding myself with this dildo I have for such emergencies. So, here I am yelling "Deeper, Donny, Deeper!" and "Suck on my tit, Mary, Oh, yes!" and I open my eyes, and there they are, standing in the hallway door, stark naked, him behind her, rubbing her breasts and pumping away from behind. Not inside, but between her legs and up against her pussy. I watched his little peepee poking out between her legs. Well, it's not THAT little anymore. She had one hand down helping him and fingers of the other in her mouth. Well, I saw that and I just exploded. And so did they. Mine was so huge, I blacked out and when I came to, there was one of them on each tit and they both had a hand.... Anyway, I managed to stop it there. So the next day, I had to talk to Stacy for advice, even if she was mad at me. Luckily, she wasn't. She was just embarrassed, like I was, and frustrated, like I was. So now we have been taking our mutual frustrations and licking them away." Both women giggled at that. "Well, most of them."

Stacy picked up the story. "That was two months ago, and lately, we found out that my kids and Carol Anne's kids have been talking together. A lot. And the questions they are asking me indicate that my two older ones might be interested in the same thing with me."

"OK. Do you want to come with us? Right now." The Marines were starting to move people through the portal. "We will pick up your kids and do our best to have incestuous orgies. Well?"

"Sold!" the two women cried together.

"Good. I will give you your test drive on the ship. I think I have one more in me before I need to sleep. Move it ladies." He swatted Carol Anne lightly as she leaned over to pick up her clothes. "Leave them, you won't need them around me for a bit." She giggled as he caressed the ass cheek he had just swatted.

"Mick, the kids are all here. You said you wanted to talk to them." Amanda was waking him from his nap with her new favorite thing; a blowjob.

"Yeah. Better stop that. I need a clean pair of shorts. You can sit here on the floor beside my feet. Nude. Now go bring in the kids first. Oh, AI. Don't kibitz. Listen in and answer my direct questions only. I need to ensure that they understand the rules. If I say something that doesn't quite match what you told me, don't correct me until the kids are gone. Acknowledge."

{Acknowledged.}

A minute later, three thirteen-year-olds and one twelve-year-old kid came in. They were dressed casually. Donny and John were both just in loose shorts and a T-shirt. Mary had on a pair of tight short-shorts and a tank top with lace at the top and bottom. She was wearing a bra, but she only had a bit less up top than Amanda, and who knew how much was trainer bra padding with her being just thirteen after all. Lucy looked a bit like her mother, with medium brown hair and a nice figure, not skinny at all, and already heading well into full-figured even if she was only thirteen. She would have had a heck of a time once she hit high school. Mick wasn't sure if she would have loved or hated the attention her breasts would have received. She was wearing no bra under a long T-shirt, with no pants either. Apparently she had been relaxing when collected at home.

"Hi, I'm Mick and this is my sister Amanda. Ok, everyone else is naked because there was a pickup. As kids, you don't get much choice, but do you actually want to be going off planet with your Moms and us?" The kids nodded their heads vigorously, but they didn't speak up yet.

"Good. Now, we need to find out some stuff and set some rules.

"First. You are in a totally different situation than ever before. I am in charge of this family. I set the rules. I will handle the extreme punishment. If things go really bad, I could be punished myself. Day-to-day stuff, your moms will give orders or directions.

"Second. You three are thirteen. That means NO SEX. However, the Confederacy considers Sex with a capital S to be vaginal penetration. So, the stuff that the AI knows that you have done so far is OK." The kids looked at each other and then back in some confusion. "I see I have to spell it out. You have been practicing oral sex on each other. Correct?" Nodding heads. "Ok, Oral sex is allowed, but you two tried to get your mother involved?" He looked at Mary and Donny

This time there were guilty looks. Donny spoke up. "That was my fault. We peeked in on her when she was private and we got really turned on. Then it just seemed that I had to join her. She was kinda passed out so we just climbed on and I got lined up. Then she woke up and shoved me off."

That was not quite the story that he had heard a couple of hours ago, but it was close enough. "Listen up. If you do that from now on, the AI will punish your Mom. She gets recycled. As the sponsor of the group, I might be recycled as well. In case you don't understand the term, the worst-case scenario is we get killed and added to the compost pile for fertilizer. Then Amanda and Stacy go back to be grabbed and raped by the first horny guy that wants them. You get dumped into whatever passes for an adoption agency, probably separately. Understand?"

The kids looked scared and as white as ghosts. So did Amanda for that matter. "So. No Sex-with-a-capital-S with your Mother, or me, or Stacy, or Amanda, or each other, or ANYONE, until you are fourteen. John? The same for you. Got it?"

"We understand." This time it was Mary who spoke.

"Good. Now remember, that is just straight sex. Oral sex is OK." The kids' faces lit up. "There are some rules about that too, but not real bad ones. First, you don't force anyone; it's voluntary only. Second, adults can't force you either; you get to choose. Even I can't make you. Third, I'm jealous and I get to make the rules, so Donny, you and John keep your hands off of Amanda. Fourth, I'm not interested in guys. Fifth, Mary and Lucy, you might be having oral sex with me anytime I want it, but only if YOU also want it. You will also be having oral sex with each other and the other ladies any other time that you both want it. Sixth, you two and Donny will be on a training schedule. Carol Anne and Stacy will be in charge of your training. That's voluntary as well, actually. When you hit fourteen they will add straight sex to the list, but after your birthdays, you don't get to turn me down. Understand?"

They all nodded, and their faces lit up a bit.

"OK, do you have any problems with that? Or any questions?"

All four kids shook their heads.

"Do you all know why you are up here, I mean right now? For this discussion??"

"Yeah, you are going to have sex with us all and we are your slaves." Lucy spouted that out with no hesitation and no real look of concern.

"Well, kind of. Like I said, it depends on your definition of sex. Hmm. AI! What is the actual age limits on oral sex?"

{Oral sexual contact with adults is generally allowed only after the minimum age of thirteen years, but the Confederacy has no set minimum other than the onset of puberty. Children of thirteen and younger may have consensual contact with each other.}

"OK, well, we will use that until I look into that more thoroughly. That means you four can play when you want to. John, you can't have sex of any kind with anyone older than thirteen until you are thirteen yourself, Understand?"

John nodded and Mick caught him giving a quick glance at his sister.

"Now Lucy, your mom told us that you have been asking questions about sex that may be hinting that you want to do things with her. Is that correct?"

"Well, yeah. The four of us were playing and it's a lot of fun with another girl, so we thought that it would be fun with an older lady. Mary said she saw her Mom a few times with a toy she has and she got really hot. She says she wants to do it with her Mom. So I thought about doing it with my Mom. That sounded like fun and I wouldn't want to do it with someone that is not nice. But then Mary and Donny got caught a while ago, so I haven't been doing anything except asking questions."

"OK, so you don't have a problem with having oral sex with well, everyone? Me, Amanda, your Mom, Carol Anne, Mary and Donny?"

"No, but.... Well, I am not sure about you. Will you be nice?"

"Lucy, I will try to be very nice. I want us all to be happy. Also, after you are fourteen, we can start regular sex, and I want you happy with me so you'll want that. You can have regular sex with Donny and even John, when they get to be fourteen as well. You can even have oral sex with John until you are fourteen. OK?"

"Sure. That sounds great." Lucy was getting squirmy. Mick was getting hard again from watching her breasts going back and forth, up and down.

"OK, would you guys like to take your clothes off?" They looked at each other, stood and stripped. Donny looked like a typical thirteen-year-old boy of the reasonably fit variety, kind of skinny, but basically in decent shape. His sister/cousin looked cute, if a bit thin for Mick's taste. She had slim hips and slim thighs; well formed though. Her waist nipped in a bit. "Turn around Mary." Yeah, she looked nice. When she took her bra off, he saw that not much was actually padding. Lucy looked even more full figured without her T-shirt. She had been wearing some very skimpy panties underneath.

"OK, last thing. Come here, Mary and Lucy. Donny, John, I would understand if you get jealous. I'm jealous about Amanda. But we have to make sure that that's not going to be a problem. Sit over there and watch. Girls, would either of you be willing to give me some oral sex?"

Mick stood up, slipped his shorts to the floor and sat back down on the edge of the bed. Mary smiled and walked, well, maybe strolled was a better term, over to him. She leaned in and as she kissed him, she made sure that both breasts made contact with his chest. Then she slid down and started a very nice blowjob. Mick decided that he had better not say anything to Amanda about her comparative skill. After all, Mary had started months ago, and Amanda had just started today. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Donny masturbating. Everyone seemed to be having fun.

It didn't take long before he filled Mary's mouth. She caught every drop even though her mouth seemed to barely contain him. Then she shuddered and had her own orgasm. Donny seemed to explode into a small geyser as well.

"Ok, You'll do. Are you ok, Donny?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! I'm not jealous. As long as she is having fun, no problems."

"Lucy, your turn if you want to."

Lucy didn't hesitate. She just stepped quickly over and sat on his lap, straddling his legs with her back to him. He put his arms around her and she molded into him. He kept one arm around her waist, but placed the other one on her breast. "So, you and Mary have been practicing oral sex with each other?"

"Yes, Oh!" She was already reacting to the very light fondling. He gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Would you like for Amanda to help us? She's my twin sister." As Lucy nodded, Amanda was already moving into position in front of Lucy.

"AI, call in Stacy and Carol Anne."

Mick figured Stacy would get a kick from seeing her daughter like this and he was right. When she came in, she stopped cold and stared. Then she came all the way in and hurried up to the threesome.

"Carol Anne, those two are in your care. You need a training program. It is voluntary on their part, but when they agree, Donny needs to be drained completely every night, so he doesn't get to sleepwalking for an available pussy. And you need to drain him every morning, if he wants it, also. He also gets trained in giving oral sex. Ah, with girls that is. Mary needs to be trained in oral sex, both giving and receiving, for both boys and girls. You can use her to help with him and vice versa. Have Stacy help. Both Amanda and I will also be evaluating Mary. Stacy, Lucy has a breast free, would you please fix that."

Stacy looked at him for a split second, then latched onto the free breast with both hands and her mouth. Mick put his face down over Lucy's shoulder and kissed her neck as he caressed her breast. Amanda was getting better at pussy licking and Lucy was shoving her hips forward into the tongue and lips. For a few minutes the only noise was Lucy's moans and then her final scream.

"Stacy? What I said about Carol Anne and her kids goes for you and Lucy as well. Don't you touch John until he is thirteen, though. Now, take them to your rooms. You should do them twice tonight, and they can do you and each other as well. Take their clothes and recycle them. Oh, and John can play with the other kids, but not when the grownups are there."

Carol Anne and Stacy led them to the door and Mick could swear that they all were going to have facial cramps from those grins.