Chapter 10 - Getting a Roommate

A few days later I got an email from Diana saying that they were sending me an early birthday present. Okay... The next morning I got a call to meet someone at the Station's transporter hub. When I got there, there was the usual ratfuck from a new group of ladies, and one of the accompanying MPs -they called them 'guides' but they were security guys working for a military project- waved me over. Standing beside him was an overweight but well-developed and not too badly run-down young woman, maybe 30, who looked sad more than anything else.

"Miss Reese? This is Captain Edelmann. He'll be taking care of you. He's a good man."

What was I supposed to do? I said the same thing, trying to smile as I did it. "Good morning, Miss Reese. I'm Roger Edelmann. Apparently I'm supposed to take care of you. And, my wife thinks I'm a good man."

She looked up at that. "Both of them?"

"I only have one wife, but she makes me take care of her best friend, too. Ginger lost her husband in an accident some time back and sometimes needs a man but doesn't want to date or marry again. So, she bugs Diana until she makes me do whatever it is she wants."

"Then that's why they picked me. I lost my husband and children in an accident. Ever since then nothing really matters."

Okay, I know a cue when I hear one. I stepped up and gave her a hug. When she stopped fighting me I whispered into her ear "You're safe here. You don't have to do anything you aren't ready for." After that I just stood there holding her until she put her arms around me, too. After she did that I held her for a few more seconds, then let go of her and picked up her bag.

"Okay, first things first. Do you want the grand tour, or do you need a nap first? Did you get any sleep on the shuttle? Or, do you need to eat?"

"I'd like a nap, if you have someplace quiet and safe. The shuttle was too noisy to sleep in. And that was a long trip."

"I completely understand. I did that myself a few weeks ago. All I can offer you is my little cabin, but I'm starting my workday so you'll have it all to yourself until about 1600." I stopped and looked at her. "Four PM, if you aren't used to military time."

"Thank you. My Grandpa used to talk like that but I never understood it. I guess I'll have to learn, right?"

"Yes. Although, it's really easy. Hold on for a sec." I looked up and said "Jupe, two people for Freighter 12."

<Pad Three is set for Freighter 12.> Which was usual, but it's better to check than assume. I told Miss Reese to step on the pad when it turned green again, and I took her bag with me to make it more likely that she followed.

By this time I'd learned to get out of the way, and I was waiting for her when she appeared. I motioned her to come with me, and continued the lecture.

"When people are shooting at you, it's very bad to get confused and do the wrong thing. The military tries hard to avoid confusion and ambiguity whenever possible. The normal American civilian has a clock that is marked '1' through '12' and circles twice a day. It takes extra time, extra effort, more talking, more thinking, to be clear about whether we are talking about 9 in the morning or 9 in the evening."

"The military, indeed the rest of the world, uses a 24 hour clock that just goes from '1' to '24'. Instead of trying to keep AM or PM or morning or evening straight, we just say the time and we're done. If you say the attack goes in at 0530, everyone knows that you mean 5 and a half hours after midnight. If we meant 5:30 in the afternoon, we would say 1730, which is 12 hours after 0530. And, whatever the time is, it's really just the time at Greenwich, England. That's where Sir Isaac Newton and his crew set up England's Royal Observatory and came up with our time zone system. Since Greenwich is at the Zero Meridian, some people call it Greenwich Mean Time or GMT, but the military calls it Zulu time."

"Depending upon where you're from, we are about six hours ahead of most of the US but that will change back and forth by an hour as they do the Daylight Savings idiocy. Hopefully we won't be doing that up here. Anyway, within a week or two you won't even think about it. So, how much did they tell you about what we're doing out here?"

"Not much at all, and what they did say was rather misleading. We were told that we had some servicemen who were stuck out in the middle of nowhere and couldn't leave to go home, so the government was sending people out to help make their lives easier. There was a very strong overtone of, um, marital relations."

"That is all true. Certainly, we are all well taken care of out here so companionship is all we really lack. So, maybe they didn't tell you that the nowhere that we are stuck at is a bit farther than you expected. I'm glad to hear that they didn't actually lie to you. Did they tell you why we are out here?"

"No. That was apparently a secret."

"Well, it is. But, you're in on it now so you need to know what's going on. Hey, did you ever see the old movie 'Pirates of the Caribbean'?"

"Yes, that was fun."

"There's a place in that movie where the pirate captain asks the 'beautiful young damsel' if she believes in ghost stories. She says no, and he replies 'Well, you'd better start, lass, 'cause you're in one.'"

"I don't think that that was in the original movie. It was in one of the sequels."

"You probably know better than me, then. Anyway, do you believe in science fiction stories about interstellar wars with aliens?"

"No. Oh. Am I in one?"

"Absolutely. And, it's still a secret back on Earth but if you're here it's pointless to try to hide it from you."

"Why is it a secret back on Earth? Clearly, they know if they are sending people up here."

"Okay, now THAT's a complicated answer. If you want I'll lie to you and tell you I don't know. I don't mind lying to you as long as you know I'm lying to you. If you want the truth that'll take some time and I can't give you that much right now."

"I don't want lies. When can you give me that much time?"

"Tonight when I get off work. And, here is my place, your place too, now, and I have to get to work. Do you need help getting around?"

"I'll be okay for a nap, won't I? Can you come check on me in a few hours?"

"I'll try. AI? If she has any trouble with anything please contact me." I looked back at 'Miss Reese'. "Although, it would be easier to know who needed help if I knew your name."

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I'm Ellen Reese, at your service." She actually gave me a smile at that.

"Well, for now you are Ellen Reese taking a nap." I smiled back at her and closed the door behind me.

I didn't really have to go, my time was fairly flexible, but the poor girl needed a little time to get herself together. Yes, we were getting our ships in just a few more days, but until we had one there wasn't much we could do.

I was going to get one of the ships, and we had sorted ourselves out into several complete crews and several more partial ones. I didn't think that this was the best way to do it, but I was just a Captain. In matters pertaining to alien ships and AIs I may have a better insight than the admirals, but in matters pertaining to people and manning fleets they had more experience than I did. Maybe they were right.

Making things we had never seen before and didn't understand work right? That was my job. I was going to get the first ship, so that I could prove how good I was at figuring things out. I had been designated as the Chief Test Engineer for the Squadron, and until we had the ships under control I would also be the skipper for the first one.

Once we knew what we were doing, of course, I would be handing the ship over to the real skippers, the ones who had spent their lives training for command of a warship. I'd find something else to do out here.

While we were getting ready for the warships, the aliens had continued to send us more of those freighters we were starting to call "Auroras". They weren't really going to be ours, though. All of the freighters we were getting were under a long-term contract to help us.

Apparently one of the races in their Confederacy had a bit of a wanderlust and preferred the freedom of living on a ship to the stability of living on a planet. They had a bunch of ships, maybe like saying that "The United States had a bunch of cars", and the owners could either do whatever they wanted, or they could take a contract to deliver goods or passengers wherever needed.

In this case, the ships had been contracted by their government to help us out. We were to decide what we wanted to do, and the aliens would help us do it by providing transportation, equipment, and training. Said training all being done via the sleep-trainers, of course. We all had been shown videos of the Darjee, but few of us had seen one live.

They felt comfortable in their ships, but not around us. As long as we behaved like cargo and stayed in the cargo areas, they were fine with us being on their ships with them. So, we started filling those ships and sending them out.

The survey missions were easy, and they helped us learn about navigation and different systems while we got comfortable with the technology.

The monitoring stations were more of a stretch, but again it was nothing complicated by the Confederacy's standards. They were serving a purpose, yes, like watchtowers in a forest, but they also gave us valuable experience living away from Earth using Confederacy technology.

Since they were so isolated, we had to dedicate a couple of the freighters to communications work, just visiting them one after another in a continuous circle so that if they had problems -or saw the enemy- we would find out in time to react appropriately. There were ships down on Earth that did the same thing, just going from New York City to Miami to Sao Paulo to Lisbon to Belfast and back to New York City, over and over and over again.

Eventually we came up with hyperspace messenger drones or torpedos that could go back and forth with messages, and we could release those communication ships from their rounds. After that, the only ships to visit those monitoring stations were the ones bringing them whatever supplies they needed and/or new crew.

We were also trying to set up some colonies, once we had someplace to go, some way to get there, and something to do when we got there. One of the families that Ginger had trolled in to help her get this exodus organized had the oddest names, and when Ginger learned that the whole family was named after science fiction characters she had Diana pass them on to me, to see how many I recognized.

The woman who Ginger had brought in as "the smartest gal I know" was named "The Leewit O'Brien". That sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it until I asked the AIs. Oh, of course, yeah I remember her. One of the Witches. Her children, though, I felt like I already knew well: Telzey Amberdon O'Brien, Beowulf Shaeffer O'Brien, Kimball Kinnison O'Brien, Miles Vorkosigan O'Brien, and Adele Mundy O'Brien. Everyone in the family was a certified genius, even the father with a normal name. Yeah, sometimes even smart people have some screws loose.

I couldn't help it. In my reply I asked Diana if Mrs. O'Brien was going to make Bey name one of his children "Louis Wu". A day or two later I got my answer. Nope, they only used names once, and one of her nephews was already named Louis Wu O'Kelly. Wait, there's a whole clan of these wackos?

Mrs. O'Brien (Ginger called her "TLO") stayed Earth-side for a long time, helping Ginger organize our colonial effort. She got heavily involved in the social structure, and I blame her for a lot of the negative sides of the caste system we ended up with. From what I gathered, she pretty much agreed with the AIs in their less-than-human viewpoint for the idiots and thieves and grifters, and she didn't want them going to her colonies.

However, she ran into the same brick wall that we had up behind Jupiter. The CAP test selected for warriors that the AIs could trust. The results were very strongly skewed towards the male gender. There were some females who passed; Diana, Ginger, and TLO herself were probably the first three, so we knew it could be done. Women like them weren't very common, though.

By and large our species had some males with integrity who could be trusted out of your sight. If they knew -or could figure out on their own- what the right thing to do was, they would do it without any supervision. We also had a lot of females who would do ANYTHING to protect their families and thus could not be trusted about anything else, and well over half of our species who just couldn't be trusted at all, for no reason that we could find. We just weren't a very reliable species. Still, I couldn't very well say that the women were wrong. Men protected the family or village or nation or whatever, and women protected their children. It was a good system and it worked well for us.

TLO fought the statistics as long as she could, but eventually she had to give in. If we wanted our colonies to live and grow, they were going to have to have families: men, women, and children. And that meant sending people out to the colonies that we had absolutely no reason to trust.

Speaking of people we couldn't trust, the AIs let me know after a few hours that Ellen was asking for help. I had them patch me in to my little cabin, and said "Ellen, this is Roger. How can I help you?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in my office, in another part of the ship. Do you need me to come home?" I don't think she wanted to think of my bedroom as her home, but it is what it is.

"I... don't know. I think so. Yes."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

When I got to my home sweet cubby-hole, Ellen rushed into my arms. "Thank you for coming."

WTF? "What's wrong, honey?"

"AI was telling me that I have to sleep with you."

"Well, I wasn't thinking that it would be that horrible, but yeah, that's pretty much why you were sent out here."

"But, you're MARRIED!"

"Yes, I am, and that's bothering me quite a bit, but I thought you had met my wife and Ginger."

"I did. They seem like nice people."

"They both are. They are wonderful people. However, they can't be here. And, they don't want me cheating on them with some skanky slut I found on a street corner. I'm a good husband. I've never cheated on my wife, and I do whatever she tells me to do. She can't be here, so she had Ginger find a woman they liked to come take care of me. I'm supposed to take care of you, too, and yes that's going to mean both of us doing whatever the other needs in bed."

"But, you're MARRIED!"

I got the idea that my new bedwarmer, my early birthday present, may not be wrapped too tightly. I mean, if sleeping with me was a problem, why was she holding onto me so strongly? "Honey, what's my wife's name?"

"Diana."

"And, who sent you out here to me?"

"Your wife and her friend Ginger. I know all that."

"So, what's the problem?" I asked the woman with her arms around me, pressing her chest into mine.

"It's wrong!"

I pushed her away a little so we could look at each other. Then, I pulled her to sit beside me on the bed. "Okay. Ellen, act like I'm an idiot and have no idea what you're talking about. What is it that's wrong? Lead me through it."

"You're married."

"Yes. To a wonderful, beautiful woman who takes care of me very well when we are together."

"You aren't supposed to be cheating on her."

"Define 'cheating'."

"Cheating is when you sleep with someone other than your wife."

"No, that's not true. Honey, cheating is when I sleep with another woman behind her back or against her wishes. Without her permission. I have her permission, with you. She SENT you, because she can't be here to take care of me herself. Now, if I was with any other woman, that would be cheating. I'm not doing that. I'm not sleeping with anyone else except you."

"And Diana. And Ginger, too, apparently."

"Well, okay. I'm not sleeping with anyone except my wife and the two women that she authorized."

She looked at me for a minute. "What would Jesus say?"

I took a minute to think about that one, too. "Jesus would say that King Solomon had 1000 wives. And he would probably add that King Herod had two. I only have one. Come to think of it, wasn't King Solomon more like 'a hundred wives and a thousand concubines'? Would you be happier with a formal title like 'Concubine'? Some of the men up here are calling their companions that. That used to be a legal position, that of someone publicly known to be sleeping with a well-to-do man and deserving of support for herself and her children, but not the official wife whose sons would inherit any titles."

I smiled. "Do you think we haven't argued this out ourselves? I fought Ginger off for fifteen years before she wore Diana down and then they ganged up on me. I'm not cheating on my wife. I'm just doing what my wife tells me to do like I'm supposed to."

I laid back on the bed and pulled her on top of me so she could rest her head on my chest. We can be comfortable while we argue, can't we? While I rubbed her back and thought about those wonderful big fat titties pressing into my body, I went on.

"My wife told me to sleep with you. Ginger picked you out, I think, specifically with me in mind because they are doing something important back at Earth and I'm stuck out here also doing something important. We're both going to do what we were told to do. You and I are going to sleep together. When we do, we're going to have sex, and it's going to be as wonderful as we can make it for each other. I'm going to be good to you, and you're going to be good to me, and eventually we might decide we even like each other."

"Now, you and I are going to sleep together tonight. We'll get you some pajamas. We aren't going to do anything tonight because you're upset about this, but we are sleeping together. Or, at least, you'll be sleeping. I probably won't get much sleep because you're an attractive woman and you'll be in my bed right next to me, and you'll get blamed for everything I do wrong all day long, because I didn't get any sleep."

"Tonight's the only night you get, though. Tomorrow night you'll have had plenty of time to get used to the idea. You won't be wearing any pajamas tomorrow night, and we won't be just sleeping. I'll get up the next day refreshed and ready to go, and you'll get the credit for everything I get right all day long."

I wasn't holding her down but I was rubbing her back. Hopefully it felt good. She asked "What do you do?"

"I'm a naval officer. I command ships. We're about to get some alien ships of a design that we've never seen before, and I'm going to be in charge of one of them. The calmer and better rested I am, the more likely that I'll make good decisions and we'll all come back home safe and sound again. At least, I think that's why Diana and Ginger sent me an early birthday present. Maybe not, maybe they both just love me enough to want me to be happy. Either way, I take no blame for you being here. That was all their doing. Although, I will take advantage of you being here."

"Are we going to have children?"

"Uh... I don't have a good answer to that, yet. AI, what is the current thinking on that?"

<All of the temporary contract workers have been made infertile for the duration of their contract, as it was thought that pregnancy would cause trouble after their return to Earth. If a genetic test showed that their child was fathered by a man known to have died too early to be the father, it would lead to questions that neither NATO nor the UN want asked.>

<Each temporary contract worker will have their fertility restored when they return to Earth if they wish. The contract worker Ellen Reese is on an open-ended contract of at least a month, as she has no other home and your two wives hope she will stay with you. They specified that her fertility would be left active as long as she was with you. If you mate with her she will likely conceive. If she leaves your service before conceiving and joins the common pool of companions her fertility will be temporarily halted as long as she is in the pool.>

"There you go, Ellen, you are a contract worker with an open-ended contract to, uh, service me, and we are probably going to have children. How many would you like?" And, why did the AI refer to Diana and Ginger as 'your two wives'? Later.

"How long will I be here?"

"As long as you want. That is, as long as you're happy here and as long as I'm happy you're here. I mean, if I make you miserable you can go, and if you make me miserable you will go. I'll be happy to have you here, but if you don't want to be here I'm not going to chain you to the bed."

"My pimp did that, when he was breaking me in and teaching me to obey. He kept me chained to the bed and hit me until I learned to do whatever I was told with a smile. I'd rather be here. There's nothing left for me back there."

Ah. THAT's the issue. She saw herself as ruined, just a whore, and she wanted a home but she didn't want to destroy my marriage. "In that case I'm delighted to have you here." Delighted was the correct word; anyone with that kind of 'training' would be incredible in bed and may not be much trouble when we're up and about, either. If Diana didn't mind.... "Will you be okay? I need to get back to work."

"I'll be okay. Thanks!"

"You are very welcome. Alright, you gotta let me up so I can go save the universe."

"Okay. Can I still call you if I need you?"

"Sure. Just tell the AI."

"Okay. I'll see you when you get back."

"You think about what you want, and if Diana doesn't mind me having a formal concubine keeping my bed warm then I certainly have no problem with it."

I got out of there before things went wrong again. All women were crazy. Except Diana. Actually, since she married me my buddies used to point out that that proved that she wasn't an exception to the rule, either. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus.

The rest of the day was just busywork. We had all done all the sleep-trainer modules we could think of -and that the AIs had developed for humans- that might be helpful. It was all pretty much guaranteed to be useless, though, since we didn't have the actual ships yet and the AIs could only teach us about the Auroras -the freighters we weren't getting anyway- and some other ships we might get later.

As background info it was helpful, sort of like if you knew nothing about cars and owned a Jeep, even the Toyota course on maintaining their Avalon model would teach you a lot about cars in general. Just nothing specific to your Jeep. You can assume that your Jeep transmission is probably kinda-sorta-similar to the Avalon's, but none of the specs are right. Every part will be a different design and size, even the wrenches needed to open it up. You can certainly learn about how seatbelts work and how dangerous it is to work on energized airbags, though.

The ships we were getting for our use were, apparently, so old that full details on their construction and equipment were not available in advance. We would get what we got when we got it. Meanwhile, I had a recovering hooker in my room, one who had been "bought" for me by my own wife, and I wasn't going to be able to concentrate on anything else until we got that straightened out.

"AI, please let Ellen Reese know that I'm on my way."

<Very well... She has been informed.>

"Thank you. Boys, pray for me. If I'm not back by 0900 send a searching party." That got some laughs. They'd been laughing about this all day. 'Roger has a girlfriend, Roger has a girlfriend'. Roger has, apparently, two wives. Roger does not need a girlfriend. But, he'll take one if offered. As long as she was offered by his two wives.

As a senior officer, I had my own cabin in one of the pods assigned to my crew. It wasn't very large. A bed and a desk. A divider and then a toilet, sink, and shower. It didn't even have a replicator; if I wanted a cup of coffee I had to step out into the common area we all shared. If I didn't like my coffee I could pour it down the toilet and recycle the liquid, but the cup had to go back to the recycle slot at the replicator.

When I got back, Ellen was sitting on the bed. "Honey, you look like you never moved. Did you get any more sleep?"

"No. I don't know what I'm doing here. What is this all about?"

"Okay, I promised you an explanation. I'll tell you everything I know." That was, bluntly, a lie. Everything that Captain Edelmann, Intrepid Space Engineer, knew, sure. Everything that that troublemaker Roger had found out about the UN? That wouldn't be wise. "Still, let's put first things first. You're one of my people and I take care of my people. When's the last time you ate?"

"Ummmmm... On the shuttle? Not sure what time that was."

"And you've been in here all day. So, please allow me to take you to dinner. We can eat here in privacy, or out in the commons with my buddies, or out in the main mess with a lot of people if you want to be social."

"Will you pay for it? I don't have much money."

Christ. If that's the level of training the girls are getting, we need to fix some things. "I don't think there's a charge, but if there is I'll pay for it. You need to eat."

I reached out and pulled her up, then led her out into the common area of the pod. There were a few people there, including one of the ladies. Since she wasn't wearing much more than she would at a beach I assumed that she was 'working'. I took Ellen to the replicator.

"Do you know how to use this?"

"No."

Fuck. She must be starving.

"Would you like some coffee? Coke? Sprite?"

"Sprite, please."

"AI, please give us a large Sprite with ice and a large McDonald's coffee with two creamers."

<Working.>

Ding! I took the tray and gave Ellen her drink, then took my coffee and put the tray in the recycler and led her back to our room. It's our room now, right? My own personal hooker or concubine will sleep with me. She's got no need for another bunk anywhere else. Although, if she starts dropping kids we're going to need some more room.

I sat her at the desk and gave her a second to have a drink. "AI, it was my understanding that all of the contract workers received a basic lesson on how to do things on these ships. What went wrong here?"

<Ellen Reese did not get the standard training package for contract workers. All other contract workers were evaluated at their LTI office while in the med-tube and given their basic training before being woken. Ellen Reese was recruited from a government shelter in Pittsburgh by Ginger Davidson, then taken directly to meet with Diana Edelmann on Freighter #2. After that interview concluded she was given her suit and put on the shuttle. She has not yet had any medical evaluation or training. We recommend that she be given a medical evaluation before you mate with her. She will receive her personality evaluation at the same time, and depending upon the results she will receive the appropriate training before release from the med-tube.>

"Thank you. That will happen as soon as I have fed her." Turning back to Ellen, "Okay, you have got to be starving. What would you like to eat first?"

"Can I have some cream of mushroom soup and a salad?"

I looked up but the AI beat me to it.

<Cream of mushroom soup is available in three variants and two sizes. There are seven types of salad available in three sizes with eight choices for dressing. Please choose from the list.>

I gave her some help, choosing the small soup from a steak place -not Tripp's- and the dinner salad in 'small' with a container of ranch dressing on the side. "Please prepare that. I'll go get them."

<Working>

I left her finishing off her Sprite. "AI, can we add another Sprite to that order?"

<That will be the next order.>

"That's fine."

I waited until the drink came out, put it with the food, and gave the second tray back. Ellen seemed grateful for the meal. I thought it was kind of light for a dinner, but she was overweight so I didn't press her. After she was done eating I took her back to Jupiter Station and had Dr. Weiss tube her for, well, everything.

Yes, I helped her get her suit off. I liked what I saw. She could stand to lose some weight, but she would make a great pillow and mattress for me. As soon as she was naked, in the tube, and out, Dr. Weiss asked me what I wanted for her.

"Well, I don't know her very well yet, but I think she needs to lose some weight. Can you slim her torso, arms, and legs without making her chest any smaller? Those things need to stay just the way they are."

"Sure. It will happen over several days, of course."

He let me know that Ellen would be in the tube for at least two hours, maybe longer. I asked him to let me know 20 minutes before release, and I went back to the office.

Not that I got anything done; I couldn't think about anything except the big fat titties she had shown me when she got undressed for the tube. Objectively Diana's might be nicer and legally belong to me on top of that, but objectively Diana's were about 700 million kilometers away and these were within a five-minute walk and if not bought and paid for at least rented to me for a month. I may have promised Ellen that she didn't have to put out tonight, but I was definitely going to sleep with those puppies in my hands.

I sent Diana a quick email warning her of the possible consequences of sending people who were too timid to ask for help on a 22-hour shuttle ride without any training on how to get a drink from a replicator, and continued doing nothing until the AI let me know it was time to go get Ellen.

<We have completed the initial medical evaluation for contract worker Ellen Reese, and we have started her personality evaluation. She has multiple parasitic, bacteriological, and viral infestations consistent with prostitution. These are being rectified. She has multiple scars and joint injuries consistent with being chained and beaten. These are being healed. Please wait.>

I didn't have to wait more than a minute or so.

<Her personality evaluation is complete. You would consider her 'broken'. She will obey any order given her by a male in a dominant position. We will not allow her to remain on any Confederacy installation or ship without immediate supervision by someone who accepts responsibility for her actions and well-being. She can continue in her current position of contract worker. She can be given simple tasks but must be supervised if given any tasks involving males as she will defer to them instead of obeying previous instructions. She should not be given responsibility in any situation where it is possible for a male to interfere.>

'She will obey any order...', huh? That sounds good, for me at least. Still.... "Can I order her fertility to be halted for now, until we decide what we are doing?"

<You are her supervisor. We will accept that instruction if you choose.>

"Please do so. Now, how long will it be before her biological problems are gone? Can I get them from her?"

<All harmful infestations have been eliminated. She still has a mix of 37 bacteria and other Prokaryotes in her digestive tract which we intend to leave as they are symbiotic, assisting in digestion. She will be available for mating when she is released. Her injuries will heal over the next several days. Note that her appetite will be depressed as she loses mass and during this time she will have to eliminate more often than she is used to. Once her mass has stabilized her appetite will return.>

'She will be available for mating when she is released'? Good. Although I made that promise.... Do blowjobs count? No. God bless old President Clinton!