Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 42 of 88
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: The Governor of the colony of Nuevo Angelino recognizes that the ad-
hoc educational system in use in his colony isn't producing sponsors -- so he
sends a team to Earth to collect some professional educators with a
Confederacy perspective.  This results in a new and unusual kind of pickup...

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The Academy

Chapter 42

Jack:

	We recorded that session and displayed it to every group of male
concubines as close to simultaneously as we could.  Those who managed to miss
it were required to see it later.  It was the ugliest thing I ever saw, bar
none  --  and I didn't ever want to see it's like done live again.  I
actually followed the group out the side door before coming back for Chief
Stewart's closing questions; I don't think either Donna or Ed had their head
on straight.  That was trauma with a capital T!  Once outside in the hallway,
though, the medics gave them both injections to knock them out and shipped
them to Medical for physical repairs.  Mental ones, though...  I didn't know
what was going to be possible.

	I headed up to Colonist Operations and made certain that the officer
on watch had his crew on full alert and passed the baton properly to the
other watches.  If we hadn't managed to traumatize every male concubine
aboard, we'd probably come damned close  --  and there would probably be
repercussions!

	After a half an hour or so, it was dinner time, so I headed back to
my quarters to pick up my family, thankful that I didn't have a male
concubine at this point.  As the door to my quarters slid open, I heard
Frieda's voice carol gaily, "Places, Girls!"  I stopped for a moment while
the four of them rushed to a location a few feet in front of me, and dropped
into Presentation Position Three, all in a row, each smiling brightly at me
over her shoulder.  I have to tell you, four women waving their pussies at
you, naked and ready, with big grins on their faces is NOT something you
ignore!  I thought my cock was going to rip through my uniform pants!  I
gazed at the four of them and moved forward to lovingly caress each rump, one
after the other, before saying anything; when I could, I said, "I'm gonna
carry this picture, engraved in my brain, until I die, I think.  You
girls..."  I was choked up, actually!  It took all of my willpower to stand
back...  "I'm going to do my best by each and every one of you tonight  --
starting with YOU!" I pointed to Keisha, "but it's dinner time and we can't
just fuck for four hours and not eat, so please shift to 'Attention' before I
totally lose it!"  They did so, reluctantly, it seemed.  "God!  If we didn't
have kids to feed..."  I moved forward and softened their disappointment by
kissing each of them, slowly, starting with Frieda on my left and working my
way past Beth and Tara to Keisha.

	Keisha didn't want to stop; she was shaking, and as aroused as any
woman I'd ever been exposed to.  I could smell her juices and she reached
under me to rub my cock through my uniform pants as I kissed her hot, open,
wet mouth.  "P -- please...?" she husked, as I released her lips.

	"C'mon, Master!" Frieda cajoled.  "You've got a huge boner and she
wants a suck SOO bad!  Give her a little  --  we'll get the kids ready."

	"Is that what you want?" I asked, holding Keisha's eyes with my own.
She nodded, licking her lips, unable to speak.

	"All right, then.  Beth, Tara, get the kids ready.  Frieda, you can
help Keisha.  This won't take long..."  I was so damned hot that I couldn't
see me lasting long at all!  Keisha went scrabbling for my fly  --  but it
wasn't a zipper.  Confederacy Naval uniforms (at least in my district and a
few others) were capable of being pressure suits in an emergency and were
made of a special fabric that facilitated this.  Everything sealed  --  and
the design of the fly was more like the old US Navy sailor's uniforms with
the big drop flap instead of a zipper  --  except, of course, it didn't
button.  "Relax, Hon," I gentled her, "Just pull that little tab and the seal
will pop open and you'll have all the access you could ever want..."  Keisha
did so with shaking fingers and the flap dropped and Frieda exclaimed,
"Kewl!"  Keisha reached in with both hands, gently, to defeat my briefs --
and I assisted by popping the belt seal, allowing the trousers to separate
and sag to my knees.  Then Keisha had the thing in her soft, thick fingers
and was leaning forward to inhale the musk generated in there by confinement
and the arousing things that I had been witness to that day...

	"Lips and tongue, Sweetie -- start at the very tip," Frieda coached.
"The flange of the head and right behind it are the most sensitive, I think,
but the whole head comes next.  The shaft just needs to know it's going deep,
and you can trick it, if you have to."  Keisha kissed my glans and then
rolled her lips over it, sucking gently  --  and I realized that she was
going to be an INCREDIBLE cocksucker with very little in the way of
instruction!  Her thick soft lips and puffy cheeks were soft and wet and felt
just AMAZING  --  and she seemed to know just what to do, instinctively, with
her tongue -- kind of rippling it against my frenum...  I groaned -- LOUDLY
-- and fought to avoid the temptation to just grab her head and pump...  Then
she backed off fairly slowly and came back, and a bit beyond, then backed off
again.  She started going "Mmmmp!" in tune to her movements and Frieda
giggled, "Yeah, humming is a good thing..."  I thought the nerves in my cock
were going to go insane; I kept re-estimating the length of time before I
started to shoot downward, a bit more with every stroke of her lips on my
shaft!  Looking down, I could see the reason for the noises; Frieda had her
hand between Keisha's legs, working.  But Keisha had started out with her
pudgy fingers around the base of my shaft, and now they were sliding along
the back side of my scrotum while her mouth took in most of the length her
hand had previously covered and I was touching the back of her throat!

	Keisha had a great rhythm going and wasn't abusing herself; she was
taking it easy as she pulled in my length, but clamping down -- just with her
lips -- as she backed off.  She didn't seem to NEED instruction; I had to
wonder if she had given blowjobs to protect her virginity.  If so, she must
have given a BUNCH of them...

	The "Mmmmp!" noises were getting more urgent; Keisha wasn't speeding
up, just getting more emphatic about things.  I figured Frieda had her clit
targeted.  But she DID seem to be going deeper, and her fingers were sliding
from the bottom of my ball sack halfway up my perineum, stroking gently.  I
was starting to feel the first rumblings leading to a loss of containment...

	Then Keisha went "Mmmmmmaaaaguk!" and as her mouth opened, her throat
did, too!  Then she swallowed -- twice -- with me embedded, and it was as if
she'd popped the top on my cum container!  I went "HUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!" and she
backed off just in time to lock her lips around the flange of my glans before
I made like a fire hose!  I grabbed her head in both hands and pumped short
strokes between her lips in synch with the shots I was firing at the back of
her mouth for the five or six major pulses; I couldn't see anything but
stars...  Keisha let go of me with her mouth; she was shaking and her head
popped up and she howled, "WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" and shook like a leaf
-- and Frieda gasped, "Jeezus!" as fluid splashed on the floor, having poured
over the hand she was diddling Keisha's clit with.  Keisha clung to my
thighs, panting, then recaptured my cock, gently sucking until I couldn't
stand any more.  Gently breaking her grip and staggering back, I said, "How
many of THOSE have you given out?"

	Keisha smacked her lips.  "Just the one."

	"I'd have said hundreds, from the technique!"

	"I watched a few," Keisha replied, as I helped her up.  "My brothers,
well, they ain't nice.  Girls would come around wantin' a fix and pay off
that way.  My brothers would have me watch to make 'em feel bad.  Usually
they put 'em out to hook, afterwards.  Either one of my brothers woulda
grabbed my head and jammed me."

	"I didn't see any reason," I related.  "You were doing a helluva
job!"

	"Well, Frieda fixed ME up!" Keisha chuckled, embarrassed, "I don't
think I EVER got a cum like that!"  She looked at the floor.  "I better clean
it up."  With that, she headed off to the kitchen.  I heard her ask the AI
where the towels were as I put my uniform back together.

	Frieda knelt grinning at me.  "Pretty good?"

	"Great, actually!"

	"I thought she would get distracted, but she made like a Hoover the
whole time..." Frieda said.

	"Well, you CERTAINLY distracted her!" I replied, "Your timing was
just about perfect, though."

	"I think it was all her," Frieda demurred.  "She's ready.  She's MORE
than ready!"

	"She goes first, tonight," I promised.  "After that, whatever I have
left over, I'll spread around."  I shut up as Keisha came back with a wipe to
collect her small puddle of drippings, muttering about weird ways of
cleaning.

	Minutes later, we were all queued up and ready to leave.  "Abe, there
are gonna be a LOT of freshly naked and embarrassed women at mess tonight.
Try not to go overboard," I cautioned.  "Some of 'em might not be fun to look
at, but try not to embarrass them."

	"Okay."  Abe seemed philosophical about it and I reflected that the
current crew wouldn't win any beauty pageants -- but then, that's not what
they were for...  Tara was looking younger and everyone was looking healthier
and Beth was looking a bit firmer, here and there, but I hadn't ordered
anything radical.

	"Let's go."  I led them out.

	A chunk of the Brinkman contingent and a couple of other collections
were at mess when we got there -- and more filtered in, after -- most
noticeably, Oliver -- and Vera!  "What's this?"  Vera was in a sponsor
coverall!

	She came forward, smiling.  "Thank you, Jack!  You fixed me!"

	"I did?"

	"Well, you helped -- a lot!"  I looked back and forth from her to
Ollie, confused, and she sighed.  "I'm getting tired of talking about it.
Hiding from everyone else meant I was hiding from ME!  I had issues.  Being
made to face things allowed me to fix them."  She dimpled.  "I'm going to be
a madam!"

	I chuckled and shook my head.  Maureen, standing nearby with Tony,
shook her head.  "I'm SOOO embarrassed!"

	"How is THIS working?" I asked, waving at Tony.

	"Fine, when you guys aren't scaring him to death!  What the Hell was
that, anyway?" Maureen rasped.

	"An object lesson," I replied.  "I didn't prepare it -- someone else
did.  We recorded it so we wouldn't have to do anything like that again."

	"What's this?" Oliver asked.

	"We put on a rather horrible demonstration of almost everything that
could happen to a male concubine if the mother of his children managed to
select the wrong sponsor to kneel up to.  It's a classic if you're into
humiliating and degrading people."

	"I'll say!" Dave Chambers came up and joined the conversation.
"Young Antonio is hiding in my quarters, afraid that female will find him in
a corridor somewhere and cut his balls off!"

	"Oh!" I clapped my forehead.  "Was HE the one...?"

	"Yes," Dave nodded tightly.  "I've been circumspect, but Oliver knows
-- I'm bisexual.  There doesn't really seem to be any further reason to hide
it."  Behind him stood a thirty-something female with a small boy's hand in
hers.

	"Your wife?" I asked.

	"Secretary," Dave replied.  "My lifestyle wasn't something that
pleased women, on Earth.  I was unmarried.  Peg understands -- and she HAS to
put up with it -- don't you, Dear?"

	"Yes, Dave."

	"I'd planned on spending this evening with Peg and young Rory, there,
but Antonio is traumatized..." Dave muttered.

	"Sorry.  Believe it or not, we're trying to save lives," I
apologized.

	"Well, I'm not sure that killing a male concubine's spirit is the
right way to go," Dave grunted.  He nodded at an area near the wall where a
big bear of a man was helping an older black man to get down on his knees.
"Those were valuable employees -- I don't know what they are, now."

	"Big Mike," Oliver grunted.  "And poor Cletus."

Vera:

	"Big Mike?  Cletus?  Who are they?" I asked.

	"Big Mike was our facilities manager," Dave related.  "Cletus was a
janitor.  Nice old guy.  I'm not sure we did him any favors."

	I took a look.  Cletus was settling back on arthritic knees -- but
the thing that caught my attention was the six inches of tapered cock hanging
flaccid between them!  How big would that thing get if erect?  Big Mike was a
bear; he might be cuddly, like the Major.  I made mental note to let the
Major know that I continued to be available to him, but put it on the back
burner.  "Maybe I can," I announced.  "Ollie..."

	Oliver worked his way through it with no more of a hint than that.
"It's really your prerogative, Dear.  They're nice fellows.  Cletus is
especially pleasant."

	"Excuse me."  I backed out of the group and headed for where the pair
had parked themselves near the wall.  "Hello, boys!"

	Both looked wary.  "Ma'am."  Cletus nodded.  "Nobody's mistaken me
for a boy in quite some time, but I'll accept it in the spirit in which you
offered it."

	"Well, if you get hooked up, we can probably move your age back to
fifteen or so," I challenged.

	Cletus chuckled.  "Wouldn't THAT be scary!"

	Big Mike, cautious, asked, "Can I help you?"

	I pursed my lips.  "I hear they tried to scare you all to death."

	"Tried?" Mike returned.  "Succeeded, more like.  That poor mother...
Sorry.  They turned that guy every which way but loose -- and made him
miserable in the process.  I'm glad I cut Maggie loose when I did -- not that
I think she'd have done that to me, but I'm not sure SHE could have handled
that crap."

	"Um, yeah, concubines can catch it if they're not careful," I
offered, "even female ones."

	Mike looked at my outfit.  "I guess you'd have missed out on that."

	"Actually, I didn't," I replied.  "I'm a bit of a miracle.  This
morning, I was naked and wearing a collar.  Last night, well, never mind.
Suffice it to say that I've seen how the other half lives."  I stuck out my
hand.  "You don't know me, because I never came to any Foundation functions.
My name is Vera Hopkins.  Up until recently, I was Dr. Hopkins' wife."

	Cletus struggled up a bit to take my hand.  "Pleased to meet you."
Mike followed suit.

	"So what are you now?" Mike asked, cocking his head.  He flicked a
glance at Oliver, who was watching from some distance.

	"Well, I'm going to be in the Civil Service," I replied.  "I guess
I'll be something of a therapist.  I was a concubine for a few days, up to
this morning; frankly, it helped me more than it hurt, despite the adventures
involved."

	"Adventures..." Mike grunted.  Cletus gave him the eye.  I could
understand; I wouldn't be any too trusting of me, either.

	"Yeah, let's see -- I had sex with four men in a public bar on --
Thursday, I think it was, and I got the living shit beaten out of me with a
riding crop, and last night I went around the world with a couple of Navy
men..." I mused.

	"And today, you're a sponsor?"  Cletus scratched his head.

	"Some women are fucked up about sex," I related.  "I was.  I liked
it, but I avoided it because I figured it would be the end of my marriage and
family.  Weirdly, all of the things I've had to do in the last week turned me
around.  Trust me, you're no more surprised than I am."

	"Okay," Mike nodded.  "What can we do for you?"

	"Well, Dr. Chambers has indicated that he would like to have
concubine selection be more or less in-house, initially, if possible.  I was
told that you two have a problem..."

	"More like we ARE a problem," Cletus chuckled.

	"Yeah, well, I have four concubine slots," I continued, "and at least
two -- and maybe three -- of them I want to be male."

	Cletus cocked his head.  "That many?"

	"What about the Doc?" Mike asked.

	"Well..." I grimaced.  "You see, it's like this.  I like sex -- more
or less by the truckload.  THAT's what I was dealing with.  I like to have
three or four guys...  I can wear one guy out.  So I need to carry more than
one.  Ollie is going to get six or eight women -- and although I hope to
spend many more nights in his bed, he's going to be distracted.  So I need MY
distractions -- which is where you two come in.  Can you share?"

	The two of them gave each other a look.  "Um, maybe we should start
with 'is either of you gay?'  Straight is good and bisexual is okay and might
come in handy -- but gay would be a problem.  Be honest, now."

	"I ain't gay," Cletus grunted.

	"Me neither," Mike echoed.

	"All right," I mused.  "Whether you're bisexual or not seems to be a
touchy issue, so I'll clarify my first question.  Could you share ME?"

	The pair looked at one another.  "Between us, or with other guys?"
Mike asked.

	"Both," I replied.  "Women, too, probably."

	Cletus made a face.  "This is kinda academic, Ma'am.  I ain't exactly
Superman."

	"Were you at, say, twenty-five?" I asked.

	"I did okay..."

	"Then you will be," I assured him.

	Cletus shrugged.  "I got no problem if you don't.  Usually the woman
calls the tune."

	"Um, that reminds me -- I'm in the process of getting some
improvements, but they won't be much," I advised them.  "It's sort of my job
to look, um... well, not like a swimsuit model.  I'm going to be counseling
women with poor self-images; it helps if you can come from the same
direction.  Besides, I have it on good authority that skinny women can't take
the heat like I can."

	Cletus grunted.  "You get older, you get wiser -- or maybe it's just
less picky.  In any case, I learned a while back to appreciate women with
meat on their bones -- too bad it was after I wasn't of interest to nobody
any more."  He looked at Mike.  "You ain't said much."

	Mike eyed me.  "You're serious?"

	"Yes," I agreed, "Your friends and colleagues have vouched for
you..."

	"What would I have to do besides, you know, sex?"

	"Well, that's not clear," I admitted.  "Help around the house?  Maybe
do some stuff outside the home.  Maybe even do more or less what you were..."
I paused a moment, thinking.  "Remember that I share a household with Ollie
-- at least for now.  There will be plenty of females doing housework and
such.  You might have to do some more male-oriented stuff, maybe help out
with the child rearing..."  I thought some more, "Actually, I don't think I'm
supposed to be negotiating, really."

	Mike shrugged.  "It was a shot.  I'm pretty straight and I can think
of some things that would squick me -- like taking one up the ass."

	"Sounds like a waste of a perfectly good cock to me!" I grinned.  "So
do you want to talk about it?"

	"Yeah, sure.  It's the best offer I've had in a while," Mike grunted.
"Cletus?"

	"I could say the same -- and I will, for that matter!"

	"Let's go eat, then," I told them.  "We'll do it like humans do -- no
dog dishes or kneeling or whatever.  Tables work for me."

	"I'm liking this better already!" Cletus exclaimed, climbing to his
feet.

	I led them back to the table and seated them next to me; everybody
treated them civilly.  Jack suggested that I conduct interviews in one of the
suites set up for it; I asked Ollie if he wanted to come along, and he almost
begged off, but agreed at the last minute.  We took Britney with us, but sent
Judith home to work on her 'personal ad.'

	Mike apologized for being touchy, but said, "Have you seen that
video?"

	"No."  Neither Ollie nor I had...

	<It can be presented here,> the AI announced.

	"By all means..." Ollie murmured.  It seemed like any wall area of
any size at all could be used to project two-dimensional video -- and they
actually had a 3-D holographic representation of this thing available.  We
settled for 2-D -- and it was PLENTY, let me tell you!  I was AMAZED that
poor man put up with all that to stay with his kids; as for his ex wife,
well, she was home for sure, apparently...  Ollie left the room, unable to
watch; when it was over, I went and got him in the adjoining room.  Oddly,
Britney sat through the thing -- and looked aroused.

	"That was... criminal!" Ollie erupted upon his return.  "Was Jack at
the bottom of this?"

	<Doctor, this was an excellent representation of the extremes that
are within a sponsor's prerogatives when taking on a male concubine.  There
was no actual criminal activity, although both concubines were very
thoroughly subjugated,>  the AI insisted.  <Lieutenant Harper is also on
record as believing that this is extreme; however, the male was not made to
suffer materially more than the female -- at least, not physically.  We are
aware of the different level of psychological trauma -- but this was one of
the purposes of the exercise.  Is this worse than execution?>

	"Perhaps not," Ollie growled, "But as a male I find it difficult to
treat that logically."

	"And you didn't see it all!" Mike added.  "You KNOW they did his ass,
right?  In front of his woman?"

	"I'm not surprised..."  Ollie shuddered.

	"Let's talk to Mike, first," I said, moving things along.  "Cletus,
if you would step into the next room?"

	"Certainly, Ma'am."  Cletus hobbled out.  I knew I was keeping Cletus
-- if for no other reason than I wanted to see him unbent.  He was polite to
a fault and... earthy.  We clicked.  Mike, on the other hand, hadn't let down
his guard.

	"So, Mike," I murmured.  "Can you fuck old fat women?"  I climbed out
of my coverall.

	Mike's cock answered for him, before he opened his mouth.  "Yes,
Ma'am.  I can surely do that."

	"Okay, Hon, it's just us chickens -- you can tell us what squicks
you," I said gently.

	"Look, maybe I sound like a prick, and I know I should be grateful
for small favors and all that, but I'm straight.  I don't do gay stuff.  I'd
rather not be somewhere where someone expects me to suck a dick or take one
up the ass."

	"Mike, I'll be straight with you," I replied, "If Ollie has a gay
bone in his body, he hasn't revealed it to me -- and I'm going to be your
primary sex partner.  Other things are on the table -- I might need your
assistance with other women, and you might be called on to help Ollie out
every once in a while.  That said, if we don't work out for some reason, you
might have to make the kind of choices they showed in the video.  I think
that female sergeant or whatever she was summed it up -- if it comes to a
choice between eating shit and dying, which side are you going to come down
on?"

	"I'd rather not..." Mike looked away.

	"It's not a question of what you WANT, Honey!" I insisted.  "That guy
didn't WANT to do those things!  What are you gonna do?"

	Mike sat and stewed.  "Okay, well, I'll eat shit -- once.  Based upon
taste, I'll choose again, the second time."

	"Okay, Honey," I said gently.  'I was just making a point.  Ollie and
I aren't interested in your ass -- except maybe I might want to lick it --
and Ollie isn't interested in your mouth -- are you, Dear?"

	"Not at all," Ollie agreed.

	"Let me ask you, Honey -- if, in the heat of the moment a male
OFFERED you HIS ass or HIS mouth, then what?" I asked Mike.

	Mike grimaced.  "Taking it would kind of make me two-faced, wouldn't
it?"

	"We're all aware that there is a submission involved in the offer,"
Ollie said dryly.

	"But the problem is that Mike is in no position to establish
dominance," I pointed out.  "Still, leaving out all of the psych mumbo-jumbo
-- you're in a scene with a woman and his spouse and they're submitting to
me, for whatever reason.  And I need for you to do him, one way or the other
-- no requirement to give any back involved.  Could you?"

	"Yeah."  Mike looked hangdog.

	"What if it was just offered?" I pressed.

	"Can I say no?"

	"Would you be rude about it?  Or polite?  What if he's insistent?" I
pressed.

	"I dunno.  I'd avoid it if at all possible.  I'd try to be polite."

	"What if I made the decision for you?" I asked.

	"Then that's out of my hands..."

	I sat back.  "I'm sorry, Hon, but I needed to know just how
homophobic you are.  I couldn't have you beating up some poor guy who thinks
his only chance of staying with his kids is to bend over and ask you to poke
him..."

	Mike blinked a couple of times.  "Yeah, I get that."

	"I think we've hit the limits of what would be expected, Mike," I
murmured.  "Are we still talking?"

	He nodded.  "Yeah."

	"You may end up doing something similar to your old job," Ollie
pointed out.  "We're trying to maintain the integrity of the Brinkman group.
But there have been changes -- office politics are unlikely to remain the
same.  Doctor Chambers is bisexual -- were you aware of that?"

	"Uh, no, not really."

	"Personally, it would probably be irrelevant.  You belong to Vera and
Dr. Chambers has no access to you without her permission.  But he's taken on
young Antonio Vargas..."

	"And he's admitted that he's gay," Mike muttered.

	"Exactly.  So you might stumble upon one or the other of them being
serviced..."

	"I don't have to hang out and watch," Mike replied.  "I wouldn't puke
or anything, if I found Tony sucking Dr. Chambers' dick."

	"What if you're invited?"

	"I have to have permission from, uh, Vera, right?"

	"Yes you do," I reentered the conversation.  "And I can define what
you can and can't do.  In this case, if either of them wanted your cock, I
might allow it -- but I can tell them to stay away from your other parts."

	"That'd work..."  Mike was truly uncomfortable.  It was time to move
on.

	"As I indicated, we don't see you doing oral or anal sex, Hon.  We're
just trying to feel you out over what happens if an exception to the rule
crops up."

	"Maybe, after some exposure to it..." Mike waved a hand.

	"That's plenty good enough for me, Hon.  Home for you is one of MY
holes!  Um, sorry, Ollie..." I apologized.

	Ollie grimaced.  "I'm aware.  I think highly of Mike -- and Cletus,
for that matter.  I'd rather have them in this position than just anyone."

	"So, Mike?  It's up to you," I said, turning back to him.

	"I'm in."  Mike sat back.

	<Transfer recorded.  Michael Ferguson, you are now the bound
concubine of Probationary Decurion Vera Hopkins.>

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	Cletus was easier.  "Ma'am, I'll be frank, because I can see it's an
issue.  I done all that stuff, one time or another.  Didn't seem like there
was enough pussy out there when I was a young 'un, so me and a couple of
buddies felt each other out -- very carefully, the way bein' queer got you
treated back then -- and, well, like I said, I done it all.  Then once I got
too old to be of any interest to women, I fell back on it for a while, before
my blood pressure medication set me back and I gave up on sex pretty much
permanently.  I prefer pussy, but I can do it -- when I can do anything at
all, that is."

	"We'll fix that," I replied confidently, "Right?"

	<Affirmative,> the AI replied.  <Blood pressure repairs are under way
already as a part of basic maintenance; arterial damage requires repair
before we can stress the body by reactivating the libido.  An erection for
Cletus White requires substantial blood flow.>

	"Huh!  I bet!" I laughed.  "How big does that thing get, Cletus?"

	"Too big!" Cletus grunted.  "Ten, eleven inches.  I've lost
opportunities over it -- women take one look and say 'no thanks!'  You hafta
learn to take it easy..."

	"Well, I'm not concerned," I told him.  "I'm looking forward to it!"
Ollie grimaced, but I didn't let him get away with it.  "Don't let Ollie fool
you -- he's got over eight inches -- and he gave me four children already!"

	<Currently, Medical is at low utilization,> the AI announced.  <This
would be an excellent opportunity to present your concubines for more
intensive treatment.>

	"Good idea!"  I turned to Ollie.  "I'll take the boys to Medical; you
can take Britney home and check on Judith, okay?"

	"Fine," Ollie replied.  "Britney?"  He waved her toward the door.

	<Cletus White, you have not accepted a position yet...>

	"Like marriage?" Cletus chuckled.  "I do."

	<Recorded.  I now pronounce you sponsor and concubine...>

	Cletus and I eyed one another -- had the AI made a joke?  I snorted a
giggle.  "Let's get Mike out of the other room and go to Medical."