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 A World of My Choosing

   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Forty-Seven   "OK, if you all understand the rules, we need to
have a bath first.  In the immortal words of our noble leader, `Before sex,
clean body, dirty mind.'" I didn't remember saying that.  "Now, may I have
your attention?"

   I looked at Jean-Nicole and noticed that everyone else was looking at
her too.  She was standing and had her head up high, a determined look on
her beautiful face.

   "My sou-chefs and I worked hard at preparing a good lunch for you guys,"
she said.  "There were six of us, all women, and we like to feed our men. I
don't think any of us should have to clean the kitchen and I think Aimee
should close the door until you guys have done it.  Aimee, would you please
bar the door?"

   She was standing tall and authoritatively but she was smiling when she
said that.

   "Yes, Jean-Nicole," Aimee said, giggling.  "I will close the door and
keep it closed until the male population has done their kitchen duties,
that is, unless David objects."

   "OK, I know when I'm pussy-whipped," I said, resignedly.  "Close the
damn door."

   I went to the sink and started filling it with hot water.  The other
guys started bringing the dirty dishes to be washed.  James separated the
leftovers into one plate for Lucky's dinner and another for the mulch pile.
Toby ran the next sink with warm water to rinse.  Matt assumed the racking
position.  Brian swept up.  Iain wiped the tables clean and then helped
Brian sweep the whole kitchen and dining area.  We all bitched and moaned
about being mistreated but we were all smiling and nobody really meant it.

   When the kitchen was clean, I walked back to the table where Anna was
sitting smiling at me.  On sudden impulse, I pulled her up, wrapped my arms
around her, put one hand behind her head, and pressed her face against my
throat.  I closed my eyes, breathed deeply a few times, and held the woman
I loved.  Like an empty container, I felt her love flowing into me and
filling me up.

   "You fill me up, Anna, to all that I can be," I whispered.  "I love you
so damn much."

   When I opened my eyes and looked around, the others were all embracing
as well.  Jean-Nicole was sandwiched between two guys, Matt in back and
Brian in front.  James was holding Sam.  Toby was behind Renée, holding her
and, of course, Pyotr was hugging Petra.

   "David, what do you mean when you say something like that?" Brian asked.
"I don't understand when people talk like that."

   "Brian, I hope some day you find a woman and the two of you surrender to
loving each other and then you'll understand," I said.  "I'm not religious
but sometimes I think I'm half a soul and Anna's the other half and we're
never complete unless we're joined together.  It's not always about sex but
sometimes it is.  It's about love.  When I hold Anna like this, I can feel
her love flowing around and through me and I can find the strength to face
the world.  She says she feels the same way and the child she's carrying
proves she does."

   "You're being eloquent again, David," James said.

   "Shut up, James," Sam said.  "That was beautiful."

   Brian persisted.  "Then how can you have sex with Renée while Toby has
sex with Anna.  Do you love Renée too?  Can a man love two women?"

   "Toby, we don't have to share our love with just one person," Anna said.
"Love has no limits.  I love Toby too.  I also love James and Iain and
Matt. I love all the women here.  When I get to know you, I'm sure I'll
love you too.  Having sex with you wouldn't diminish my love for David. 
Having sex with Renée won't diminish David's love for me."

   Brian persisted, frowning, "Well, we had to study your world and your
customs before Mom and Dad would let me and Brianne go with them.  I
thought your world believed it was bad for a man or woman to have sex with
other people when they're married."

   "Brian, that probably was a good custom when women had almost no way to
keep from getting pregnant and a man wanted to know that the children his
wife bore were really his," Anna said.  "I'm pregnant and I know it was
David who did it.  In this new world, Aimee provides us with contraception
and we're starting our own customs.  We believe a man can have sex with
another woman without hurting his relationship with his wife.  Same for
women.  We believe it builds a feeling of love for others and that's what
we want to do."

   "I've got one more question before I start being Rover," Brian side. 
"David, my father knew about you and he said I had to ask you questions
instead of him and I had to do what you said.  Is it really OK for me to do
stuff with the females here?  I think my dick's the smallest one on any guy
here.  Is it big enough?"

   "Yes, it's OK for you to have sex when you're ready but don't ask me
about size," I answered, even though I knew it was big enough.  "Ask the
girls.  Petra, what do you think?"

   Petra walked over in front of Brian, untied the strap to his loincloth,
let it fall to the floor, and stood there looking down at his dick.  It was
warm and swollen slightly, probably about three inches long.  She shrugged,
put one hand under his testicles, wrapped the other around his penis,
stroked it a few times, and then just held it.

   "Well, I'll be darned," she giggled.  "It's getting bigger."

   She released it and we all watched as it continued its rise upward until
it was pointing almost straight up.  His foreskin slid back until the red
head was completely uncovered, an arrowhead pointing at the ceiling.  His
dick was at least five inches long.  It still looked like a little kid's
dick because he had almost no pubic hair around it or on his testicles."

   "I hereby certify that Brian's penis is big enough to satisfy any woman
here," Petra said, and giggled.  "Aimee, would you please record that
certification so Brian can be a class 1-A certified bouchi fucker from now
on."

   "Yes, Petra, I'll even issue him a certificate to prove it after he
performs tonight," Aimee finally managed to say while giggling.

   "Brian, would you please slap James on the ass first and then let me
enjoy your tianga?" Caitlyn said.  "I've never had a certified bouchi
fucker before."

   "No, no," Sam said.  "Slap Iain on the butt.  Do me first.  My little
bouchi is aching to be filled."

   Brian was ready for anything.  "Well, I've already done Anna and
Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn.  That leaves, you Sam, Renée, and Petra.  I think
I'll start with Petra and work my way up.  I can do three tonight easily."

   "Brian, you'd better rethink that approach," I said.  "Toby and Renée
are going to the bed alcove with me and Anna.  If I'm playing with Anna,
you might not slap my butt because you've already shoved your prodigious
pecker up her pouting little pussy.  So, with Anna, I'm probably safe from
being Rover.  If I'm romping with Renée, you're more likely to whup my ass
because you want her to feel your terrifying tianga.  So, if I'm not safe
with Renée, I wonder what I should do."

   Matt had an answer: "Fuck Anna first, David, and hope he chooses another
Rover before you fuck Renée."

   "Naah, that won't work.  What if he slaps Anna on the ass just so he can
fuck David?" James said.  "I think I'd like to see that.  That's what he
should do."

   "No, no, I know what he should do," Toby said.  "Really, I do.  Let
Renée get on top and Rover can't get at your ass to slap it."

   "I'm not going to fuck either one of them," I said.  "I'm going to make
love to both of them."

   "All this bragging is not going to get a tianga in anybody's bouchi,"
Anna said.  "Let's hit the showers."

   As usual when we were doing a communal shower, I never knew who was
going to help bathe me or who was going to get my attention.  It was soapy
slippery fun and giggling and groping and grabbing and twisting and
tussling and laughing and yelling.  That's what I was doing.  The others
were all doing about the same.

   I enjoyed it but I wanted to get busy with something else.  I led the
way to the dryer and started wiping the water off the first female,
Jean-Nicole, who followed me.  She shoved me to Anna before I wiped her
down all over.  Then I managed to get my hands on Renée's
unbelievably-beautiful breasts before Brian ordered all of us to go to the
bedchamber where we were going to play Rover.  He led the way and sorted us
out at the door.

   "Ones to the left bed alcove, twos to the middle, and threes to the
right," he ordered in his most commanding little-boy voice.  We obeyed
meekly.

   I didn't remember who was going to the middle and right but I led Anna
to the left.  Toby and Renée joined us.  I immediately lay down on my back
while I thought of Toby's strategy.  If Rover couldn't get to my ass to
slap it, he couldn't choose me.  Toby must have thought the same thing; he
flopped beside me.  Anna and Renée were left to find room to be on top of
us.  Anna chose Toby and I was left with Renée and that was exactly what I
wanted.

   I grabbed Renée's wrist and pulled her on top of me.  She didn't resist.
She enthusiastically straddled me and pressed my tianga down against my
stomach without trying to get it in her bouchi.  I pulled her head down to
mine and she met me with an open mouth that showed she was hot for
something.

   When I came up to breath, I looked to the side.  Anna and Toby were
squirming around and seemed to be trying to tongue-fuck each other and
maybe she was fucking him without fucking.  I looked for Rover and saw him
at the left bed alcove, hands clasped behind his back, watching somebody's
antics.

   I was tempted to roll over with Renée but I knew that would expose my
ass to Rover.  I looked up just as Brian walked up to our bed alcove.  He
still had his hands behind his back and he was grinning.  He was also
sporting an impressive hard-on.  He stood there watching and I kept my eyes
on him.  Renée tried to touch my tonsils with her tongue one minute and
then tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth the next.  I decided I was
going to show my tianga the way to her bouchi as soon as he meandered on.

   He shook his head negatively in a minute or so and walked out of sight.
I quickly manhandled Renée to her back and rolled on top of her.  She
reached down and showed my dick the way to her pussy.  I had just started
getting it embedded when I felt a slap on my ass and Brian yelled "Rover."

   I said the first words I thought of: "Oh, shiitt!"

   I decided to play the game but with some fun added.  I stopped, pulled
my pecker out of Renée's pussy, and crawled out of the bed alcove.  I
growled at Brian, stooped over menacingly, and acted as a gorilla was going
to grab him.  He backed up.  I stomped toward him; legs bent and spread
wide, arms spread open, hands with fingers extended.  He ran and that was
what I wanted.  I ran after him.  I don't know where he thought he could go
since we all had to stay in the same room except to go potty.

   He zigged when he should have zagged.  I grabbed his wrist, pulled him
toward me, cupped my hands under his ass cheeks and lifted him against me.
He locked his legs around my middle and I felt his officially big enough
tianga against my stomach.  I put one hand behind his head, pulled his face
to mine, and kissed him, left cheek, right cheek, and mouth.  He was
surprised but he didn't resist.  I walked back over to the alcove with Anna
and Renée with him clinging to me.  Renée was waiting with open arms.  I
eased him down close to her and he moved on top of her.

   "Why did he do that?" he asked.  "I know what it means when you kiss
somebody like that.  Why did he do it?"

   "He did it because he's very happy to be playing with all of us, Brian,"
Anna said.  "He feels honored that you liked him well enough to make him
the next Rover.  He's just very happy."

   I stood there watching, nodding my head at what Anna was saying.  Then I
went on the prowl, looking for an ass to slap to make somebody else Rover.
If I could get to the person I wanted, I was going to get my first
uninterrupted fuck of the night.  Whom would I choose?  I'd had my tianga
in Anna, Caitlyn, Jean-Nicole, and Renée.  That left Sam and Petra.  I
decided to try for Sam.  Why not?

   I went to the middle bed alcove first, the one with Iain and Caitlyn and
James and Sam.  James was underneath Caitlyn and Iain was on the other side
of them and under Sam.  Both guys had their peckers in a pussy.  I couldn't
get to either of their asses.  I watched for a while.  They watched me
warily and tried to play with each other.  I meandered on.

   I went to the right alcove next.  Matt was under Petra and Pyotr was
peeking out from under Jean-Nicole.  I leaned to one side and looked
carefully.  Both guys had their tiangas in a bouchi.  I was surprised that
Petra had tried Matt's on for size.  I wasn't worried about Jean-Nicole
with Pyotr's prodigious peter prodding her.  I watched as the guys fucked
up just a little and the girls fucked down.  That looked like fun.

   I meandered on and went back to my original bed alcove.  Brian was on
top of Renée, humping away and he probably wasn't even aware that I was
watching.  She had him locked down with her legs around his waist and heels
over his little ass, arms around his chest, one hand behind his head, and
his mouth on hers.  Her eyes were closed and she was trying to hump back so
I suppose she was enjoying his class 1-A certified bouchi fucking.  I
shrugged.  I knew he understood that he was safe from Rover for now.

   I looked at Anna and Toby.  He was on top of her, doing the same thing
as Brian, his smooth rounded ass cheeks moving up and down, not humping,
just slowly fucking.  I had two ass targets and I didn't really want either
one for now.

   I wandered back to the middle alcove, the one I wanted.  James and
Caitlyn were both on their sides, her butt toward me, his away from me.  I
didn't want his anyway.  I looked to the side and saw he had his dick
partially in her and was slowly sliding it in and out.  He was watching me.
I shook my head and winked at him.  He understood and winked back.

   I looked at Iain and Sam.  They were interlocked the same way, her ass
toward me, his toward the wall, his tianga in her bouchi, slowly easing it
in and out.  He was watching me too and, I suppose ready to roll over on
his back.  I shook my head and walked out of his view.

   I went to the corner where I would be out of sight in the middle and
right bed alcoves and stood there for a moment.  I heard a movement of
bodies in the middle alcove.  I hugged the wall, moved back, and peeked. 
James was on top of Caitlyn giving her little bouchi a rapid pecker
prodding.  Iain was on top of Sam, plugging her little pussy too.

   I quickly crawled around James and Caitlyn, slapped Iain on the ass, and
yelled "Rover."

   He cussed, at least I supposed it was cussing because it was in his
original language, but he reluctantly withdrew from Sam's warmed-up pussy
and crawled out of the bed alcove.

   I crawled in and Sam held out her arms to me.  She spread her legs wide
and I settled on top of her.  She reached down between our bodies, showed
my dick where to go, and I eased it into her in one slow slick slide.  I
was primed and more than ready so I suppose I hardly lasted a minute before
I shoved twenty-centimeters of terrifying tianga in as far as I could and
squirted a load of baby-makers in her boiling bouchi.

   I didn't get to be Rover again.  After we recuperated, James and I were
both almost raped by two horny women priming the pumps for another good
fuck.  We both mounted two frantic females, began plugging away, me on
Caitlyn this time, James on Sam, both females fucking up while we fucked
down.  Sam squealed orgasmically.  A few seconds later, I heard another
slap and Iain yelled "Rover." James yelled "Damn!" and shoved his tianga in
a few more times, pulled it out still dripping semen, and crawled out of
the bed alcove.

   I slowly and leisurely slid enough tianga into Caitlyn's hot bouchi to
satisfy both of us.  She came first and I stopped with my dick in her as
deep as I could push it and waited for her contractions to subside.  Then I
resumed unhurriedly plugging away in her until my own orgasm crawled down
my spine and grabbed me by the balls and I gave Caitlyn's bouchi a load of
my baby-makers.

   <><><>

   What do we do in our new world?  We have many things we all enjoy.

   So much else was going on, we didn't take the time to learn any new
songs for our monthly concert.  Instead, we gathered one rainy afternoon
for a concert of old songs.  Iain conducted us, provided the music on his
tallum, played Bach's Organ Concerto, and sang Danny Boy in his beautiful
Irish tenor voice.  Anna and I sang Adrift on a Star from The Happiest Girl
in the World.  I suppose all of us felt that the words meant so much to us.
Matt sang "Ol' Man River' in an impossibly-low bass voice.  Seven
Mouseketeers sang Frere Jacques but without the apples and the bumps and
grinds.  And of course we signed off with our favorite song, You Are My
Sunshine.

   We gathered in the hallway a few times for dancing.  We began by
marching around in the hallway to the Colonel Bogey March, alternating
between whistling and singing la la la, at least most of the time when we
could stop giggling and laughing.  Next, we danced with a partner of Anna's
choosing, me with Jean-Nicole.  Brian wanted to sit out since there were
seven men and only six women but Anna insisted he learn.  After that, we
danced with our usual partner with the odd man walking around until he
slapped another guy on the butt and yelled Rover.  I enjoy dancing,
especially with a slow romantic tune like Dancing In The Dark when I was
doing just that in a hallway barely lit enough to see Anna's face.

   We also had a couple of volley ball games in the central hallway.  The
game needs six people on each team but we decided to let Brian play on the
side opposite from me so they had seven.  As usual, we started in
loincloths but the Mouseketeers soon lost theirs and we all played naked.
That makes the game much more fun.  We tried to keep score at least for a
few minutes.

   We worked on getting the majority of our garden ready to be planted in
another month.  We had plants ready to be set out and seeds on a table
ready to be planted.  Our potatoes and onions were not mature yet but we
were harvesting immature ones that were delicious with some meals.  We
didn't dig the potato plants with a shovel.  We used our hands and gently
removed a few without disturbing the plant.  We thinned the onions and ate
them greens and all, sautéed over an entrée like fish steaks.  We had fresh
lettuces and radishes and snow peas, four varieties of each, and decided
which ones we liked best and wanted to plant again the next year.  Our snow
peas were just beginning to bear and we ate them raw.

   Indoors on rainy days, we either exercised or practiced with weapons. 
Outdoors we practiced using our spears and bows and arrows since those were
the weapons that seemed to be most useful to us.  We also exercised
outdoors a couple of times in the nude, since Anna said we needed our
Vitamin D.

   Anna's pregnancy is advancing normally.  She has had just a little
morning sickness but she doesn't complain.  I think her breasts are already
a little larger and more beautiful of course.  Her tummy is definitely
rounded now that she's at the end of the first trimester.  She and
Jean-Nicole are studying delivery.  Anna says I must be present for
delivery to hold her hands and Jean-Nicole will catch the baby.  All the
other females want to be present too.  The guys don't.  I think they'd
rather go bear hunting.

   And that's what our daily life was like.  I forgot to mention the
constant sex because that's nothing new.

   <><><>

   I am constantly learning more about our world and some of what I learn
amazes me.

   We had a day of rain, then a day of clear almost-spring-like weather,
and I expected the next day to be clear and slightly warmer.  At dinner, I
asked if anybody wanted to go with me to gather oysters at the isthmus the
next day.  I smiled at twelve enthusiastic responses.  I went through the
usual instructions on what they should carry, what I wanted to get: oysters
and anything else like turtles, and what I expected them to do in case of
danger when we were out from under Aimee's shield.

   Before daybreak the next day, we were on our way, dressed in our Robin
Hood regalia, carrying spears and at least one other weapon.  I carried a
spear, my bow - the Brute, my knives - the Boys, and a sword behind my left
shoulder.  We'd met more than one threat down there and I was confident we
could handle any new danger.

   We paused just as the sun was peeking over the horizon for a pit stop,
boys to the left and girls to the right, had breakfast, and then resumed
our trek.  Iain started the singing and we all joined in our repertoire
until we left the shield.  That's when I asked for silence.

   We walked out on the isthmus to the long sandy stretch, the part where
there were no huge boulders, where we usually waded the water for oysters,
when something unusual happened.  A half-grown pig came out of the rocks on
the mainland end of the isthmus, hurrying toward us.  My first impulse was
to greet it with a spear but then curiosity and a little thought prevailed.
The pig wasn't running its fastest but it was certainly hurrying somewhere.
Where and why?  Perhaps it didn't see us as a threat because it didn't
slow. I knew it would bump up against the shield if it kept going and would
probably be rendered unconscious at least for a while.  I glanced behind me
and saw a meandering line of people.

   "Let the pig through," I yelled.  "Then come to me.  Form a line across
the isthmus.  Bows!"

   I watched as they all followed my instructions.  Matt and Jean-Nicole
were on my left, right where I wanted them.  Anna was on my right, then
Iain and Caitlyn.  I looked farther to the left and saw Toby and Renée,
Pyotr and Petra, looked to the right and saw James, Sam, and Brian.  I
watched as Brian finally notched an arrow and then faced toward the
mainland.  Then I looked toward the mainland too, toward the north-west for
what I expected to come out of the boulders.

   "What are we waiting for, David," James yelled.

   "Wolves.  I think something was driving the pig."

   We stood there for a few minutes and I was almost ready to conclude I
had been wrong.  Then they came out of the boulders onto the sandy stretch:
three wolves.  They seemed to be the same size and color and I got the
impression that they were young males, hunting, perhaps not part of a pack
with an Alpha male.  They weren't running but they were trotting, if that's
the right word, certainly hurrying to go somewhere or to do something. 
They weren't aggressively chasing the pig but they seemed to be driving it.
Did they know the isthmus was a dead-end trap for the pig?  Anna's shield
wouldn't let it onto the mountain.  When the pig encountered the shield,
the effect on its brain would be very unpleasant and would probably render
it unconscious.  Did the wolves know that?  Did they expect to kill it
without a fight?

   I swiftly looked right and left.  We all had an arrow notched and were
holding our bows drawn and ready.

   "Hold steady," I yelled.

   When the wolves saw us they slowed and then stopped, moving from side to
side, growling and threatening, clearly uncertain whether we were a threat.
I knew they had never seen anything like us: thirteen people dressed for
Sherwood Forest, standing with bows drawn, waiting.  The wolves came
forward just a little and then stopped.

   "Matt, throw some rocks at them," I said.  "Fire at will."

   He laid his bow on the ground, picked up a few rocks or seashells, and
then fired a warning barrage right on top of them.  One of then was hit but
he only yipped and stood his ground.

   "Renée and Sam, throw rocks too," I yelled.  "Fire at will."

   "Which one is he?" Sam answered and then giggled.

   A minute later, three barrages of rocks rained down on the wolves.  They
dodged most of them but at least some hit their mark.  I decided to join
the fun.  I laid the Brute down, found some rocks and seashells big enough
to cause a little pain, and began throwing.  I was at least slightly cool,
not as cool as I could become in response to a real threat, but enough to
enhance my vision and my strength.  I was slightly cool and my aiming and
throwing ability was enhanced.  I conked one on the head first throw.

   Rocks were constantly falling on the wolves and they were constantly
yipping when one hit.  Then one of the wolves moved a little closer to us
and I quickly picked up the brute and notched an arrow again.  I waited but
the wolf stopped its advance and started dodging rocks again.  I didn't
want to kill them unless I felt they were a real threat.  I decided to see
if I could make them retreat a little.

   "Bows, everybody!  I'm going to move closer to them," I yelled.  "The
rest of you hang back a little and then follow."

   I walked forward a few yards and then stopped.  I waited for the line to
reform and then advanced again.  The wolves moved back a little.  We stood
there, bows drawn and ready, a line of thirteen across the entire isthmus.
The wolves paced from side to slide and gradually moved back a little and
stopped.

   "Four Mouseketeers, guys, throw rocks," I yelled.

   I kept my eyes on the wolves but I knew James, Toby, Pyotr and Brian
were throwing.  The wolves dodged from side to side and moved back again.

   I decided to let the ladies throw too.  I felt confident that Iain and
Matt and I could hold off three wolves if necessary.

   "Ladies, throw rocks.  Fire at will and Dick and Harry."

   Ten of us, six women, four young men, began throwing.  The wolves had
difficulty avoiding the constant rain of rocks.  Finally one broke.  He
turned and ran for the boulders.  The other two followed.  We all stood
there grinning.  We had met the beast and maybe we hadn't killed it but we
had chased if off.  We had stolen their intended meal.

   "Anna, would you ask some of the ladies to watch for them?" I asked.  "I
hope they don't come back but we'd better be ready.  Let's get some oysters
before lunch."

   "What about the pig, David?" Matt asked.

   "It can wait," I said.  "We'll let it live a little while longer."

   "Do we have to kill it, David," Brian asked.

   "Yes, and I want you to do it."

   He evidently didn't want to kill anything.  His face showed that.

   "You can do it, Brian," Pyotr said.  "We've got to kill stuff to
survive. We'll help you.  Petra and I killed one, a little one."

   "Well, right now, we need a fire and we need somebody to get ready to
freeze their balls off getting oysters."

   "I'll get the mattocks," James said.  "I remember where we hid them.  I
volunteer to get in the water."

   "I'll start the fire," Toby said.  "I can do that if I can use Little
Boy to get some tinder.  I want to get in the water too."

   "Petra, you and Sam and Renée watch for the wolves," Anna said. 
"Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole, you help me gather driftwood."

   I grinned, pleased with the way everybody was willing to help.

   "OK.  Anna can't get in the water and give our baby a chill," I said. 
"You ladies keep watch and keep the fire going.  Matt can shuck if he wants
to.  We've got three mattocks.  That means three guys can pry the oysters
off rocks and three can bring them to Matt.  I'll volunteer to pry with
James and Toby.  Any guy who's going to get in the water needs to tie a
string around his dick first."

   I watched Brian while he asked why he needed to tie a string around his
dick.  James told him.  Everybody had a good laugh at his expense.

   We gathered oysters for perhaps an hour, with occasional breaks to pull
on the imaginary string and warm our balls.  Matt wanted to gather so I
took over the shucking duties.  Anna helped the shucker.  Jean-Nicole put
some oysters near the fire to bake.  Some of us had raw oysters on the half
shell, slurped, chewed, down the hatch, and moaned about how good they
were. We filled twelve gourds before we stopped for lunch.

   Lunch was raw and baked oysters, bread and fried rabbit from home.  Toby
said his belly button was gnawing on his backbone, a saying I'd never heard
before.  I know all the ladies had a baked oyster or two and I think they
all tried a raw one.  Brian was reluctant to try raw ones but the
Mouseketeers encouraged him and he managed one and then smiled and asked
for another.

   We started back, carrying two bamboo poles hung with oyster gourds, and
watching for the pig.  Jean-Nicole found it, sleeping in the sun near a big
boulder.  James and Pyotr showed Brian what he had to do.  The rest of us
stood silently while he shoved a spear down in its chest.  The pig kicked
and squirmed and squealed for a moment and then was still.  I cut its
throat to let it bleed out and then looked up at the others, all watching.

   I stripped naked, told Matt and Toby to help me, and we waded out into
the water a little to dress the pig.  I turned it away from the crowd so
they didn't have to watch it being disemboweled.  Matt and I held the pig
up by its hind legs and Toby used Little Boy to open its stomach cavity.  I
offered to pull the entrails out but he shook his head and did it quickly
and efficiently.  We strung the pig up with front and back legs tied to a
bamboo pole.  Matt and I volunteered to carry it.

   On the way back, I started a discussion on whether the wolves had
somehow learned to drive prey toward the dead-end trap of Aimee's shield.
We had lots of pro and con answers but we didn't reach a conclusion one way
or another.  I took a pro position based on the evidence: the way the
wolves were unhurriedly but persistently driving the pig toward something
that would immobilize it.  I suppose it would have to be another mystery
about our new world, just one of many.

   We stumbled in home just as the sun was setting, tired, hungry, ready
for a bath and for food.  We hung the pig in the food storage fridge, put
the oyster-filled gourds on shelves, and then headed for the showers.  We
had a communal bath again, helping each other, but I didn't see a single
hard-on.  Then we tried to squeeze thirteen of us into the downdraft of
warm air and none of the guys popped a boner.  Maybe food was more
important than sex.

   We ate leftovers for dinner, in the nude, two tables full of six plus
one extra standing and eating, all of us shoving food in and for a moment
being silent while we chewed.  James didn't seem to mind having to stand or
maybe he had deliberately given his seat to Brian.

   Anna and I went to bed shortly after wed helped clean the kitchen.  I
was soon doing my second-most favorite thing in bed: spooning up to Anna's
rear, my dick nestled in the warm spot between her legs, my right leg over
her left, my right arm over her chest, my right hand holding her breast,
and my face buried in her thick hair.  Holding her like that was always
peaceful and comforting, whether we had sex or not.

   "Anna, are you OK?  Walking as much as we did today, I mean?" I
whispered.

   "Yes, David, I'm OK.  Walking's great exercise for a pregnant woman,"
she whispered back.  "I'm not going to do anything that would hurt our
baby."

   "Yeah, I worry about the baby but I worry more about you.  Please don't
take any chances.  I don't know what I'd do without you."

   "Don't worry about me, David.  I'll let you know if I need to be treated
differently.  I can't picture walking down there when I'm in my third
trimester but I've got to keep walking.  It's good for my circulation."

   "Well, I don't know anything about how a pregnant woman needs to be
treated," I admitted.  "I just know I love you and I'm going to love our
child."

   "Do you want to make love with me tonight?"'

   "No.  Well, maybe just a little.  I'm not really horny but it would be
kind of nice to do something before we go to sleep.  It always helps me
sleep better."

   She reached back between her legs and patted my semi-tumescent penis on
its head.

   "I know something we haven't done in a while," she whispered.

   "What?"

   "Turn over on your back and let me jack you off," she said.  "You know,
put your hands on your chest, close your eyes, and let me give you a
hand-job.  After that, you can do the same for me."

   "OK."

   I turned over, closed my eyes, and put my hands just above my navel. 
She turned over, put her head on my chest, put her hand on my penis, and
gently stroked it until it was hard.  Then she moved her hand down to my
testicles, and, they were partially between my thighs, pulled them up so
they were free.  My testicles are nowhere as sensitive as my penis,
particularly the head, but I loved for her to play with them.  She rolled
them around, cupped each one individually, lifted them, and I lay there
just enjoying every second.

   Then she wrapped her hand around my penis in just the right spot, a
little below the head, and started stroking it.  I enjoyed that too, her
doing it exactly the way I liked it, never touching the head with her hand,
just sliding my foreskin up and over the head and back down.  Then she
surprised me.  She leaned down and took the head in her mouth.

   "I thought we agreed on a hand job, not a blow job," I whispered.

   "The head looked dry," she whispered back.  "I just coated it with a
little saliva to make it more comfortable."

   "Thank you."

   "You're welcome."

   There was more of a charge in my balls than I thought.  A minute or so
later, I came and I felt my hot semen as it squirted on me from my throat
down over my chest and on my stomach.

   "Damn, it was like a fountain," she whispered.  "I'll swear it went up
almost three feet."

   "Would you get me a washcloth?"

   "Yes, dear.  I suppose you'll want me to clean you up too."

   "That would be nice."

   I lay there, my hands still on my chest, my eyes wide open, and grinned
while she grinned back and wiped up my semen trail.

   I rested for a minute and then pushed her down on her back.  I wanted to
kiss her so I did and we played tongue tag for a moment.  I played with her
breasts for a while, moved my mouth down to where my hand had been, and
moved my hand down between her thighs.  Her pussy was already wet and
almost drooling.

   I knew what to do to give her an orgasm so I did it.  I kept my mouth on
her breast, gently sucking on the hard nipple, and played in her pussy with
my fingers.  I knew what she liked, one or two fingers in her vagina, them
rubbing the little lips around and around, avoiding her clitoris at first,
but rubbing her little pearl when I thought she was ready.  It all worked
just fine.  She groaned and tried to pull out a handful of my hair.

   <><><>

   I was outdoors sitting on the highest level of the terraces when Matt
found me.  Spring was about to burst out again in all it's glory.  The
sunlight found its way through the trees to warm me, the trees were all
showing the first light green of new leaves, and the birds were all calling
and courting and mating.  I had a full belly from a delicious breakfast of
a huge frittata made with fresh eggs and freshly-baked bread.  I was
content to be in a world of my choosing.

   In spite of all that, I was uncomfortable.  Too many mysteries, too
little knowledge, not enough understanding: I was deep in thought when Matt
climbed up.

   "What's up, David?" he asked.

   "Sit down," I said.  "Help me think."

   "It's hopeless," he said and grinned.

   "Matt, look around at the terraces and the entrance to our living
quarters and tell me what you see."

   "Well, I see four terraces, one big one right outside our front door, a
smaller one lower down, another small one higher up, and this very little
one we're sitting on.  What do you see?"

   "How were these terraces made?"

   "Who knows?  If the terraces know, they're not telling me."

   "Matt, I've been assuming that somebody found a huge outcropping of rock
and cut away and leveled some and made these terraces.  Now I think that's
wrong."

   "Well, why do you think that assumption is wrong?  How were the terraces
made?"

   "Matt, if the terraces had been made by removing and leveling the
original stone, there should be cracks and imperfections.  There aren't
any. The surface of every terrace is perfectly flat and flawless.  I know
our living quarters were made by excavating a huge deposit of natural
stone. If they dug out all the rooms, where is the debris field?  I think
we're sitting on it.  I think the terraces were made from the stone removed
in constructing our home."

   "OK.  I'm with you so far.  Now what?"

   "Renée said power tools were used to dig our home out of solid rock. 
I've been researching what she meant by looking at Aimee's new- found
knowledge.  Everything's so far over my head that I don't know what sort of
tools they used or how they did it.  In our old world, we've begun to rely
on computer-monitored robots to do work for us, like making cars.  From
what I can learn about Iain's world, they've been doing that for a few
hundred years.  Did they use robots here?  Aimee can't tell me because she
only became aware of her own existence when I arrived, sort of like being
born as a knowledgeable adult.  Who built our home?  How did they do it? 
What tools did they use?  Did robots do the work?"

   "Beats me."

   "Matt, we know that even with their advanced knowledge, the people from
Iain's world can only send one person every month.  We also know that they
all went back to wherever they came from.  None of them are still here. 
Would they also take all their tools back with them?  Their robots?"

   "You're saying they probably didn't, sort of like the Army leaving
equipment behind when they close a base in some foreign country.  If that's
the case, where is it?"

   "That's the big unknown; isn't it?  I have more big questions rattling
around in my head.  Why are our living quarters underground and so
carefully hidden?

   "I don't know.  Tell me what you think."

   "Matt, over on the mainland, there are huge deposits of sedimentary
rocks.  They're in layers that make them relatively easy to mine.  There's
running water from streams nearby.  It's relatively level.  Cleared, it
would make good farming land.  That seems like a good building site.  We
could be living in a stone building.  Why are we here, half way up the
mountain, underground?"

   "You worry too much."

   "Perhaps but look at the entrance to our quarters.  It's recessed.  I
think the builders were trying to hide it.  I think they wanted to hide our
entire living quarters.  Why?  Is there danger to us?  From whom?  If a
drone with search capabilities flew over this place, it probably wouldn't
recognize it as the living site of a bunch of people.  We've constructed
some stuff outside but that's mostly hidden by trees.  Why is there an
escape route, one that leads through tunnels to exits some distance away?
Are we in danger or maybe could be in danger from somebody from somewhere?
We're certainly not in danger from wild animals."

   "OK, how are we going to get answers to your questions?

   "Well, first we're going to get Iain and then the three of us are going
to spend the day with Aimee."

   As we passed the lounge, I detoured and asked Matt to help me carry a
couch to the control center at the end of the hallway.  Iain and Caitlyn
were just coming out of their bedchamber.

   "Come with us, Iain," I said.  "We're about to talk to Aimee and we need
you with us."

   He kissed Caitlyn on the cheek and then followed us.  Aimee opened the
door for us.  We placed the couch in front of Aimee's monitor and the three
of us sat down, long legs stretched out comfortably.  I said the magic
words, "Aimee, activate," and she turned on her monitor.  She was sitting
in a chair wearing a loincloth with her beautiful legs outstretched.

   "Aimee, were you able to hear the discussion I just had outdoors with
Matt?" I asked.

   "Yes, David, I thought you knew I can hear what you're saying on the
terraces."

   "I know that but the birds were so noisy I wasn't sure you heard it
all."

   "I filtered out the noise of the birds and the wind through the trees."

   "I'm going to reprise what I said to Matt for Iain's benefit.  Let me
know if I miss anything."

   I told Iain what Matt and I had been discussing and I suppose I covered
all the questions.  Aimee didn't remind me of anything.

   "Aimee, isn't it true that you came into existence at the moment of my
arrival here?" I asked.

   "Yes, David, I have no memory of anything prior to your arrival.  I have
a great deal of knowledge but that is not the same thing as memory of past
events."

   "Aimee, I've been pondering your existence and I want to do my best to
make sure you stay with us.  If somehow my arrival triggered your
existence, I do not want anything to cause you to cease to exist.  I want
your help for as long as possible."

   "Thank you, David.  I too want to continue to exist, just as I am sure
all of you do."

   "Yes, but there will come a day when I will no longer exist," I said. 
"Is there any limit to your life?"

   "No, David, if my universe functions, I can live forever."

   "But Renée and Brian were able to say certain words which opened up
knowledge you did not know you had.  What if someone who comes here, one of
the people from Iain's world, can say words or do something to cause you to
cease to exist.  I don't want that to happen."

   "I do not want it to happen either, David."

   "You say I'm in absolute control of everything here and you must always
obey me.  Is that correct?"

   "Yes, David.  You are the master; I am your servant."

   "Then I command you to filter out any words or actions which might cause
you to cease to exist.  Treat them like the bird calls and don't hear them.
This is now your primary directive or command, Aimee, which you must obey
above all others.  I order you not to let anyone do anything to cause you
to cease to exist."

   "Thank you, David.  I must always obey you.  As far as I know, your
order will override any attempt to destroy me."

   "I hope so, Aimee.  Here's another topic I've been pondering.  Can you
tell if a large animal is trying to cross through the shield from the
isthmus to the mountain?  Can you tell if something relatively large like a
raptor bird is flying overhead?  In my old world, unmanned remotely-control
drones were often used to survey activity on the ground.  If that happened
here, could you see them?"

   "No, David, I do not have the capabilities to do either of those
things."

   "Well, I'd like you to have those capabilities.  Will you research
whether that is possible and what additional equipment is needed?  We want
you to be able to see what attempts to cross your barricade and what big
things are flying overhead."

   "Yes, David, I will research it.  Six days have elapsed since I placed
the order for materials to enhance our communication skills.  I suppose I
am like a child who has ordered a toy and who awaits eagerly for it to be
delivered.  I would also like to have the ability to see what attempts to
cross the shield and what is flying overhead."

   "We must be patient, Aimee," Iain said.  "It will come."

   "Everybody will be ready to do their part in the upgrade, David," Matt
said.  "Aimee and I have placed a list of jobs on their tablets showing
who's assigned to each task.  I know they're looking forward to an improved
system and they're studying their parts."

   "David, it seems like you think we could be in danger from some source,"
Matt said.  "Do you mean a human source?  If so, who?"

   "I have no idea, Matt," I answered.  "I'm just trying to reason from
what I know and what I don't know.  I don't have answers yet.  Can you help
us, Iain?"

   "I can't believe we are in danger from the residents of my old world,
David," he said.  "In our ancient history, we sometimes had war-like
conflicts but our world is peaceful now.  We've had worldwide communication
for centuries and that has led to the demise of religions and the use of a
single common language and everybody seems to live in peace.  I was only
fourteen when I left my old world and I'm not a good scholar about it."

   "Well, you still know more about it than David and me," Matt said.

   "Now on to another topic," I said.  "Aimee, our living quarters were
prepared for us before my arrival and I'm assuming the builders were people
from Iain's world.  Where are they?  They must have used tools to construct
this facility.  Where are the tools?"

   "I do not know, David."

   "You told me that one person would be arriving here about every thirty
days.  That suggests that the task of sending something between universes
is difficult and time-consuming.  The original builders are not here so I
assume they returned somewhere.  I think they would have left their tools
behind and yet I don't see them.  I think they are hidden somewhere here."

   "It makes sense, David," Iain said.  "But if Aimee doesn't know where
they are, how will we find them?"

   "Aimee, I was not aware that there was a back exit from this room until
we asked and you told us about the tunnel exit.  I know you are truthful
when you say that you do not know where any tools might be hidden.  I want
you to help us find them."

   "I will assist you in anyway I can, David."

   "Aimee, I don't mean to worry you but there's something else I must ask
you," I said.  "If people and tools and supplies were transported here from
Iain's old world, there must have been a previous avatar to assist them. 
Maybe there was a Jake or a Bob or Thomas avatar, created to help them,
just as you were created to help us.  Do you agree?"

   "I have difficulty with that idea and its implications but I must
agree."

   "Aimee, I know you are so much more than just a simple computer.  You're
another person to all of us.  In our old world, we used simple computers to
record binary information.  Even if that information was erased, a skilled
person could sometimes find and retrieve it.  Perhaps you could find a way
to retrieve information which was erased before you came into existence. 
Would you ponder that question for us and maybe provide answers to some of
our questions?"

   "David, are you asking me to contemplate what I was like before I was
created?"

   "Yes, Aimee.  I suppose I am."

   "What were you like before you were created, David?  Can you contemplate
that?"

   "I often have, Aimee."

   "Then I will try to do what you ask."

   "Thank you, Aimee," I said.  "Now, as Toby said, my belly button is
gnawing on my backbone.  I'm hungry and it's time for lunch."

   <><><>

   Surprise!  A few days later, Brianne arrived in the middle of the day,
not the middle of the night.  As usual, Anna and I were the first ones to
greet her and the others knew to wait until they were called.  Then when we
walked in, hand in hand, we were surprised at what we saw.

   Her twin brother, Brian, was brown: brown hair, brown eyes, and brown
freckles on his face.  Brianne was blonde: golden hair short and shining,
no freckles, just fair skin, smooth and flawless.  She was another
beautiful young girl goddess with long slim arms and legs and hardly any
breasts.  She was on her side, knees drawn up and together.  Between her
legs, I saw nothing but a crease in her little rounded mound.  She had her
eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping peacefully.  I gently covered her
body with a blanket and nodded to Anna to awaken her.

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