Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 51 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 51

Donna Evans:

	After lunch on Tuesday, I came home from concubine classes to an
empty cabin; LaRue and Cooper were both out on watch, as they called it, I
guess, working.  I wasn't tired; the classes were all about the mechanics of
my new duties, and I didn't bother to pretend that I didn't enjoy them.

	On the other hand, things weren't as cataclysmic as they'd been only
the day before yesterday.  LaRue and Coop had shoved the Anaconda and the
Beer Can into me the night before and I'd loved it -- but the Anaconda seemed
shorter and the Beer Can seemed more like Red Bull than Budweiser.  Their
attitudes had been a lot less aggressive, too -- and it took some of the
excitement out of things.  I still couldn't see me going back to Ed -- seeing
him deep throat a black guy and having him do the other things he did, like
actually pulling Crewman Harris' big black cock into my pussy and my ass like
a wimp -- or, maybe the crowning achievement, watching his cock spurt onto
the floor while he took the Anaconda up his ass and Harris' cock down his
throat -- left me wanting to use him and abuse him, but not share a bed with
him.  I felt a little guilty about egging him on at the time, and then
holding it against him, but what I did was just icing on the cake; I knew it
and I knew HE knew it and I knew that was why he was staying away...

	I'd been rough on the kids, maybe, but I was on vacation -- outside
of the possibility that I was ALREADY growing one of the black trio's babies
inside of me.  I was looking forward to that; it would be a culmination.  It
was funny how Ed and I had carried these things around and never even said
anything to one another about them.  I knew somewhere inside that the
Mandingo thing was utter bullshit, but I'd been excited by it for a long
time, and Sunday had been a fantasy come to life -- even the parts where Ed
let them trample him and use him as their bitch...  I'd known peripherally
that Ed was careful around black guys -- but I didn't realize that they
scared the dog piss out of him.  Looking back, I had to wonder what I'd have
done if I'd known -- would I have gone out and engineered a scene like the
one we had on my own?

	I'd said things to the AI yesterday that were pretty cold-hearted;
Ed's kids were the future, too -- and some of the qualities Ed displayed on
Sunday afternoon were the very things that had made them wonderful kids and
had made our lives together good.  I decided to mend fences where I could;
the fantasy might not be matched by any reality -- or by one not worth
having.  Ed, though...  I just didn't know...

	The AI announced, <You have an incoming communication, Donna Evans.>

	"Okay."

	<There is video.  Please indicate where you would like for it to be
displayed.>

	"There, I guess."  I pointed at a spot on the wall.

	A black woman appeared there.  She gave me the up-and-down and said,
"Huh!  You be Donna?"

	"Yes."  'What the fuck?' I wondered.

	"Thanks."

	"What for?"

	"Dumpin' on Ed.  That means I don't have to share him -- and can keep
ol' Moby Dick to myself!"

	"Moby Dick!" I snorted.  "THAT little thing?"  The Anaconda was TWICE
what Ed had!

	The woman cocked her head, eyeing me as if I'd lost my mind.  "Oh,
yeah -- they fucked with your head, didn't they?  They fucked with Ed's too.
Maybe you'll recognize this?"  Another patch of wall lit up, showing her
knelt up sucking Ed's cock -- or SOMEBODY's cock...  It wasn't Ed's -- he
didn't HAVE eight and a half inches of cock!  But it LOOKED like Ed's,
otherwise...  The scene shifted to Ed pumping his length into this woman,
whatever her name was -- and her making loud, happy noises.  It wasn't Ed's
head on somebody else, either -- he had Ed's stroke...  "Don't you worry,
Honey!" she simpered as the video of them fucking disappeared.  "I'll take
good care of 'that little thing!'  What kinda big, sloppy pussy you got,
anyway?  I've had the Anaconda and I've had the Beer Can and I'm Manny's
woman so you KNOW I've had HIS dick!  Shit, this is Manny's!"  The video
backed off to show a belly that bulged a bit with that signature look of
about the fifth month of pregnancy.  "You'd better learn to snap that pussy,
Honey, or LaRue and Coop will just get tired of stuffin' them lank dicks of
theirs in there and put you on the street!"  She rubbed her belly.  "Once I
pop this little feller out, I'm gonna get Ed to do me up; maybe I'll get a
girl.  She'll be HOT!  In the meantime, I get to enjoy Ed's nice, HARD dick!"
She cocked her head.  "You ain't seen LaRue and Coop go at it yet, have you,
Honey?  You don't think they're roommates by accident, do you?  Coop likes
havin' the Anaconda tickle his prostate; Ed ain't the first guy to get an ass
full of Anaconda venom by a LOOOONG shot!"  She stopped at that point and
cocked her head.  "I see I surprised you a couple of times.  Like I said -- I
just called to thank you for givin' me an exclusive on Ed.  Y'all have a good
time with Coop and LaRue, now!"

	Then she was gone.  I collapsed in a chair.  "Are you kidding me?" I
wondered aloud.

	I'd already learned that AIs couldn't always tell when they weren't
wanted; this one didn't catch on...  "The concubine Belle may have been
engaging in prevarication at some point, but most of her statements appear to
have been factual."

	"Who is Manny?"

	"Crewman Emanuel Harris.  You were his concubine."

	"He's letting Ed fuck that woman?"

	"He has explicitly announced that Belle's next child will be fathered
by Ed," the AI declared.

	"That wasn't Ed's dick."

	"It was," the AI argued.

	"How big is it?"

	"During the displayed session, videoed this morning, Ed's penis
attained a length of eight point three seven inches," the AI supplied.

	"Um."  I thought hard -- this made no sense.  "How long is the
Anaconda?"

	"At it's most recent penetration, nine point one one inches."

	Okay, so...  Something wasn't right.  "You messed with our heads
pretty bad, didn't you?" I asked the AI.

	"Things went somewhat beyond the levels anticipated," the AI replied.
"You had a psychotic episode."

	Maybe my hot new situation wasn't as great as I thought it was...

Dean Atkinson:

	I was pleased to have things moving again; the kids needed something
to take their minds away from the strange situation and the strange
surroundings and I was getting a chance to get the staff settled in -- some
of them to new positions dictated by their CAP scores.  There were problems
and issues -- a ninth grade history teacher with a four point seven CAP could
not be expected to teach actual sponsors, for instance, so assignments that
we'd been getting away with when the students were in the sponsor track but
not actually picked up had to be shifted.  There weren't a lot of these
issues, but there were enough to keep me busy.

	The girls were shaking out; Nadine and I had a long talk and she was
happy to be Head Bitch, despite her external status.  I made it clear to her
that I would hold her to certain standards, and while she was in charge of
the household, abuses would be punished.  I managed, somewhere in there, to
let her know that if she just needed to be tightened up, there were other
ways to invite a spanking other than wearing the girls' tongues off, for
instance.

	We still have two more concubines to collect for me and as many as
four for Nadine...

Dave Chambers:

	Since the Foundation had no equipment to work with, we were busy
trying to consolidate and get everyone taken care of.  There were a bunch of
people out there in the concubine pool that we needed to think about.  Early
in the day on Wednesday, I got news that Oliver had collected Rhonda
Patterson after all, which had both positive and negative aspects; I was
pleased for Oliver and Rhonda, but I would have liked to have gotten her
myself...

	Farris Lieberman was beside himself, of course.  I had to hear ALL
ABOUT how unfair it all was.  Eventually, I got angry and said, "You need a
keeper, Farris -- someone who can tell you when to shut up.  Nobody who KNOWS
you or has heard of you is going to offer to LIVE with you!"  Naturally, he
wasn't pleased and stomped out.

	At home, Antonio and Peg were settling in; Antonio wasn't going to be
Antonio for long at the rate that he was moving.  He'd developed a distinct
swish, for instance; I began to understand what Peg was talking about.  She
was right -- I limited myself to topping -- and I usually limited my sex
partners to young, slightly built males.  Muscle jocks -- bottom or not --
didn't appear, and neither did hairy bears.  I wondered myself what that
meant, exactly -- but I think my concubines knew already...

	After dinner, Peg put Rory to bed and I sat relaxing and thinking
about how I could solve issues like the Lieberman problem.  Suddenly, Antonio
went over to Peg and took her hand, "Come, Peg -- I show you."  He led her to
my chair and they both knelt up before me and Antonio said, "Dave, Honey, can
we have your beautiful cock to play with?  I want to teach Peg the deep
throat..."

	This wasn't something I could be expected to say no to -- and I
didn't.  The next twenty minutes had its ups and downs, but the experience of
the instructor and the dedication of the student virtually guaranteed
success.  Professional mouth work was intermingled with, "Baby you have to
estretch your neck...  Baby don't mash him into the roof of your mouth with
your tongue...  Baby you don't have to suck HARD, just keep things tight and
wet..."  Finally, I delivered the unassailable evidence of success into Peg's
mouth, and Antonio beamed, "See?  I TOLD you you could do it!  Give me a
little to play with, Baby..." and leaned in to lock lips with Peg.  I was
still chuckling when Antonio turned to me and asked ingenuously, "Dave,
Honey, can I have boobies?"

	"Boobies?"  I blinked.

	"Yes.  Boobies.  Like Pegs -- maybe a little bit esmaller," Antonio
confirmed seriously, cupping one of Peg's mounds.

	"Where did this come from?" I asked.

	"Peg, I love her like a sister, but I'm jealous -- she has so much
more to offer...  Baby, would you do the Presentation Three for me, please?"
Peg did so, puzzled, and Antonio knelt up beside her, then waved his hand
over their butts.  "See?  Peg has a sweet ass, eh?  Mine, it is a little
bony.  And she has two holes, yes?  I wish I did -- but I know she doesn't
use one, does she?"  He waved his finger in Peg's face, "Shame on you, Baby!
You need to give our Dave some booty!"  He reached out and rubbed Peg's plush
ass and said, "Hokay, we can turn around.  Dave, Honey, I want to be as much
woman for you as I can..."

	I sat there, my head cocked, eyeing him.  "Why?"

	He reached up and caressed my cheek.  "Honey, you may not know what
you want, but Antonio knows what you want.  Part of it is the build; Antonio
is hokay, but not perfect.  Part of it is the attitude -- Antonio HAS that!
But others do, too -- and the body, also.  Dave, Honey, if you go to
Lieutenant Jack and ask him to borrow little Frieda, Antonio will be zip!
Gone!  You put Antonio on the doorstep!"

	"I don't know," I mused.  "What about..."

	"Deek?" Antonio finished for me.  "Hokay, you like to drink a little
cum -- and sometimes, you like to have a little something in your hole, eh?
But it's 'a LITTLE something' -- you don't like big fat deeks."  He sobered.
"If I could, I would have my little deek and two holes for you -- and
boobies.  Less hair -- except on my head.  I could do it all, then... except
babies."

	I chuckled.  "No babies?"

	"I don't think that is possible," Antonio sighed.

	"So you want to be a girl?"

	"Well, a T-girl, anyway.  A hermaphrodite would be... perfect..."

	"I don't know what is possible," I mused.  "AI?"

	"Manipulation of breast tissue and hair is simple, even on an
otherwise totally male body," the AI said to us all.  "Antonio requires only
minor adjustments to body fat in a few locations to make him appear more
feminine."

	"More booty?"  Antonio grinned, grabbing his ass.

	"Essentially.  Some widening of the hips is indicated.  It is assumed
that you prefer a narrow, lightly muscled body shape, Dave Chambers.  Antonio
has this."

	"Would the boobies work?" Antonio wanted to know.  "I want to feed
babies.  I want to feed my honey..."  He batted his eyes at me.

	"Lactation is triggerable even in unmodified males; it is therefore
fairly simple," the AI replied.

	"Other issues?" I murmured.

	"Mixing male and female genitalia presents issues," the AI noted.
"Placement of the testicles is primary, as they are in their current location
for heat dissipation.  The clitoris is erectile tissue and large ones
resemble a penis -- and is thus simple to deal with.  Testes are retractable
into the inguinal canals..."  The AI seemed to stop and think for a moment.
"Vaginas have been created during gender reassignment surgery, but are
functionally limited and require the mental support of the bearer to be
effective; creation of an actual vagina is possible -- however, Confederacy
canon prohibits total gender reassignment to include a functioning uterus
outside of exceptional cases for the same reason that reactivation of the
ovaries in totally post-menopausal females is prohibited."

	"Why is that, exactly?" I asked.

	"Many species consider the reactivation of fertility to be abuse and
exploitation, even in non-sentient creatures.  Menopause and the related
phenomena in other species causes a cascade of changes, both physical and
mental, in the individual involved.  While it is usually not difficult to
reverse this cascade in progress, once it is complete, re-stimulation of the
reproductive system can cause an incomplete restart of the system, resulting
in physical deterioration and decreased lifespan.  The mental adjustments
tend to be irreversible, and in the vast majority of cases, the reactivation
of the reproductive system is viewed by the individual involved as an
injustice," the AI related.  "Similarly, total sexual reassignment is
difficult to ensure completion of and it alters the subject mentally and
emotionally.  The vast majority of beings who honestly believe that they are
candidates discover that they are not when the procedure is pursued to
completion.  There ARE exceptions -- these individuals generally operate in a
partially adjusted state for a lengthy period of time before application for
an exception to this policy to ensure that they really understand gestation,
for instance.  It is one thing to be fully functionally female for sexual
purposes and another to bear offspring."

	"So..." I murmured.

	The AI displayed a three-dimensional image of Antonio in full scale,
turning slowly behind Antonio and Peg.  "Functional breasts in 'A' cup..."
the AI narrated visible adjustments.  "Removal of body hair in unwanted
locations..."

	"Leave a bit of pubic hair," I interjected.

	"A little diamond that will fit under a bikini?" Antonio suggested.
"Not that I wear one..."

	"Okay."

	"Arm hair?" the AI queried.  "Many Hispanic females have dark hair on
their arms and at other locations, but it is silky and not coarse..."

	"Let's see it," I directed.  The AI generated a close-up.  It was
actually a feature of Antonio that I enjoyed -- but would enjoy more if it
were silky and feminine.  "Keep it."

	"Penile length at four point five inches and girth reduction to that
of late puberty.  This assumed that you will continue to require full
function and the ability to penetrate to just beyond your prostate."

	This was embarrassing, but relevant.  "Approved."

	"When not erect, the penis will shrink to resemble a large clitoris.
A clitoral hood will be provided and merged with the foreskin to foster this
illusion," the AI continued.  "Testes will be retracted into the inguinal
canals as long as temperatures allow this; the scrotum will be bifurcated to
create labia majora that will swell and allow the testes to descend when
necessary.  The wearing of clothing should be carefully thought out and as a
usual thing, should not include an undergarment over the genitalia."

	"No panties!" Antonio grinned.  "I like that!"

	"A fully functional vagina can be supplied and urethral function
redirected.  Lengthy labia minora will assist testicular cooling..."  A pair
of droopy inner lips with dime-sized tabs depended from the altered crotch of
the hologram.

	Antonio clapped his hands.  "I'm a girl!  The pussy -- it works?"

	"A normal lining of nervous tissue is included," the AI reported.
"Certain tendons and ligaments will need to be re-routed to accommodate a
generally feminine internal structure.  The penis, while capable of solid
erection, will not be as firmly oriented, as certain ligaments that maintain
its orientation will have been moved or reduced in order to maintain the
testes.  This means an erection may not point upward, even though it is firm.
Your species has been known to lengthen the penis by cutting these ligaments,
which tend to retard the length of the penis by holding the base at some
depth inside the body cavity, anchoring it.  In his case, the area in
question would be required for other purposes.  Sex, when participating as a
male, with a firm erection, once seated, will not present any issues."

	"Other recommendations?"  I was frankly amazed.

	Adjustments to the voicebox to raise the vocal range to contralto and
reduce the size of the Adam's apple," the AI replied.  "This will not affect
the throat aperture.  As an aside, it would be beneficial for Peg if her
throat aperture were to be enlarged slightly.  Slight adjustments to the
facial features would enhance femininity."  Antonio was already somewhat
elfin in his features; the displayed changes were VERY slight -- but
effective.

	Antonio gave me puppy dog eyes over his shoulder.  "Dave, Honey -- I
want this -- ALL of it!  Please?  Pretty please?"

	"Maybe we should give Peg a cock!" I joked.

	"Baby?" Antonio cocked his head, grinning at her.  "Wouldn't THAT be
fun?"

	"I... don't think so..." Peg murmured.

	"The penis would be non-functional from a reproductive standpoint,
but would be very sensitive and act as a large clitoris..." the AI offered.
"It could be sized similarly to Antonio's and would look the same as his in
its non-erectile state."

	Peg looked bothered.  "I wouldn't want to 'Boinggg!' while I was
being... fucked..."

	"This is easily dealt with," the AI replied.  "In Antonio's case, an
erection during vaginal sex will not be possible; his testes will have
retracted deep inside and various adjustments to ensure that neither they nor
his penis are subjected to injury will keep him from erecting.  For you, it
would be possible, but not necessarily pleasant, so an adjustment can be made
to ensure that it does not occur.  Antonio WILL be capable of an erection
during anal sex, however..."

	"David?" Peg passed the decision to me.

	"I'm not sure you want Antonio to have any tactical advantages," I
mused.

	Peg bit her lip.  "I'll try it, if you think it's okay."

	"Fine," I murmured.  "What kind of timeline are we looking at?"

	"An hour at Medical should see many of the cosmetic changes in place
for Antonio and a visible adjustment in Peg," the AI replied.  "Deep
rearrangement of the internal organs for the creation of the vagina in
Antonio will take perhaps seven days, with function at ten.  Peg's erection
will be functional as early as in three days."

	"So I'm going to have to start calling you Antonia?" I asked Antonio.

	"Toni?  With an 'I'?" he countered.

	"This is reversible if I don't like it?" I queried.

	"Completely," the AI assured us.

	"We're off to Medical, then..."

	An hour later, I was squatting in front of Peg, manipulating a
clitoris that was over an inch long with my fingers while she moaned and
gasped and held onto my shoulders.  "Omigod!" she gasped, "No wonder guys
want to fuck all the time!"

	"Okay, this one's cooked," the medic on duty announced, and the cover
popped open on Antonia's tube.  Antonia sat up and shrieked, "Boobies!"
cupping a pair of teacup-sized cones.  "I'm so happy!  Do they work?" she
asked, hopping down.

	"Bring them here..." I directed.  She did and I latched onto a
nipple.

	"OOOOOO!!!   YES!" Antonia howled.  "Oh, Baby!"

	"They'll get better," the medic -- a female -- chuckled.  Eyeing
Peg's... adjustment... she said, "I've never had this asked for...  Let me
know how it all works out."

	"Sure," I chuckled, and took my 'girls' home.

Chief Slocum:

	I took Judith home with me Tuesday night after dinner; she wanted it
that way and I wanted it that way.  And we slept together and it was fucking
great and when I sent her home to her folks and went on watch the next
morning, I felt like fourteen kinds of shitass.  Do I want her?  Fuck yes!
Doing without her yesterday made THAT crystal clear...  Do I want to take her
away from her family?  Fuck no!  I wasn't seeing any solutions...  And I was
going to be back for dinner with the family tonight and sit there and pretend
that I wasn't an asshole...

Mark:

	Lunch had come and gone; I was busy reassigning concubine families to
new quarters, deliberately rotating them through facilities to improve their
visibility, when the AI announced, <You have an inbound communication.>

	"Put it through.  Tillotson."

	"Decurion?"

	"Yes."

	"Why have you not called for my daughter or my granddaughter?  Do you
truly fear commitment that much?"

	"Mrs. Salazar?"

	"Call me Nana -- everyone else does, these days.  Well?"  Her visage
appeared on my desk screen.

	"What makes you think...?" I began.

	"You made the rules.  They await," Nana cut me off.

	"Why would either of them want me?" I temporized.

	"False modesty.  Come, we both know why.  Added to the obvious is the
fact that they both think they're selling their souls, and they want to get a
good price for them," Nana snorted.

	"Excuse me?"

	"Javier.  Neither of them can bend the neck and crawl into Javier's
bed without the excuse you offered -- they require the competition for your
favor as an excuse to brave the evils of incest."  Nana's tone was derisive.

	"You don't seem to be upset by that issue," I pointed out.

	"The rules in America were different than those of the old country --
and the rules of the new world we go to are different still.  I have spoken
to Javier at length about this, and I understand why it is just another
superstition.  My modern daughter and granddaughter, however, fear the wrath
of the church."  Again, Nana was derisive, particularly at the last.

	"Do you not fear the wrath of the church?" I asked.

	"When I was young, perhaps," Nana replied.  "Before I saw too many
girls the age of Marisol being married off to dirty old men three times their
age -- with the blessing of the church...  This rule has been broken before
-- and money fixes everything, even religion.  If anything, this was even
more true in the old country than it was in America."

	"What do you want of me, Madam?" I asked, trying to get ahead of her
for once.

	"I want you to follow through.  I want you to take a woman from the
Salazar stable into your bed for a 'test drive' -- after which, I want you to
impress upon her that her next stop is Javier's bed...  You cannot lose by
this -- and it will break down the barriers between Javier and his mother and
grandmother," Nana replied.

	"How do you figure that I cannot lose?" I asked.

	"At a minimum, you will have gotten your quarters cleaned and some
good sex," Nana replied, "and you will have done Javier a favor.  At best,
you will decide to keep one or both and meet your commitments to father a
large family -- and gain the benefit of my wise counsel." Nana smiled and
eyed me sidelong.

	I shook my head.  "Why don't I just cut the corner and take you off
poor Javier's hands and bring your age back a few more years?" I chuckled.

	The old bat called my bluff!  "I'm beyond my childbearing years, so
you would not gain from that perspective -- but if you think I would not come
into your bed and show my idiot children how a woman makes love to a man,
think again, Decurion!"

	"I would have thought you were beyond such things," I said carefully.

	"I'm an old widow!" she snapped.  "I can't AFFORD pride!  I must get
the touch of a man where I can!"

	"I'm not going to win here, am I?" I sighed.

	"Of course not!" Nana chuckled, eyeing me and smiling slyly.  "You
are too direct.  I, on the other hand, am old and wise and female -- I have
time to scheme...  You need me -- I am merely doing you the favor of forcing
you to realize it."

	I examined the issue from every angle.  What could this hurt?  The
deal as I had proposed it required whomever I 'took to my bed,' as Nana put
it, to sleep with young Javier -- which would cure their foolishness, no
doubt.  Nothing was said indicating that I had to keep either of them.  The
old woman's wits were razor-sharp -- I was better off if she were a friend
than an enemy.  Maybe she WAS a valuable resource; perhaps I should ask her
to follow Hopkins the Younger around, keeping her out of trouble...  "Very
well," I replied, "Send..."  Who was the best choice to make this work with
Javier in control in the end?  "...Estrella around to my quarters.  Let's see
if she has any idea how to take care of a man."

	Nana nodded.  "You are not without wit and intelligence," she
declared.  "Estrella would have been my choice in your position.  But you
should make the call -- I manipulate better from behind the curtains..."

	"You and the Wizard of Oz," I mused.  "Fine."

	"I will leave you now," Nana replied.  "AI, shut this thing off!  I
was just getting used to cell phones..."

	I chuckled despite myself.  "Get me Estrella Salazar."

	In a moment, she appeared on the screen.  "Decurion?"

	"Your mother has convinced me that I should allow you an opportunity
to impress me," I announced.  "After you've thanked her and received whatever
advice I'm certain she will offer you regarding the matter, go to my
quarters.  I expect to find it spotless when I arrive.  We will be touring
several messes for dinner; I will expect you to behave perfectly, so if you
were not paying attention in classes, you should embark upon remedial
training.  You will be staying the night -- if I do not become irritated and
kick you out of my bed.  Do you remember the other half of the rules of the
offer as I presented them?"

	Estrella stood there, her face reflecting the conflict within her
over whether she should pretend ignorance or not.  I sighed.  "You are not
your mother -- she would have had an answer ready -- with justifications for
it if I called her on it.  To remind you, you will present yourself to your
grandson and spend tomorrow night in HIS bed.  Are we clear?  These are the
ground rules, and I expect you to abide by them."

	"He's my grandson!"

	"Yes."

	"He's fourteen!"

	"He's fully functional, I'm told.  What he needs is an experienced
woman to teach him how to do things right -- someone with patience and
experience -- and who loves the boy..."  I eyed her for about three seconds.
"No?  AI, get me Gr..."

	"I'll do it!" Estrella erupted.

	"I'm done arguing and cajoling," I said coldly.  "You will obey me --
PERFECTLY -- or I will punish you!  Are we clear?"

	"Yes, Decurion."

	"A concubine of mine is always on display as an example of perfect
servitude -- or, worst case, as an example of the results of failure.  I have
an example to set."

	"I understand, Decurion."

	"If you decide you cannot perform to standard, send your daughter," I
instructed.  "You mother seems to think that one of you can be taught to meet
my standard.  Poor Javier..."  I waved a disconnect signal to the AI.

	Fifteen minutes later, Nana was back, cackling.  "Yes, you are the
man...  My daughter and granddaughter are both spirited beasts, trained in
America to think they are superior.  I'm enjoying watching you at work
already.  Will you ride them like a cowboy?"

	"And take a chance at being thrown?" I retorted.  "Unlikely.  I'll
tie them to a post and let them get tired and thirsty and tractable trying to
pull away.  Then they will stand to the saddle."  I grinned.  "I may not even
sex Estrella tonight, knowing that she won't escape Javier tomorrow."

	Nana's face split in a wide grin.  "That is EVIL!  Brilliant!
Promise me, though, that you will take her at least once before you
decide..."

	"The deal was for me to use her everywhere.  It wouldn't be a fair
test if I didn't..."  I stopped then, because of the expression that
flickered across Nana's face.  "What?"

	Nana eyed me for a bit, then said quietly, "As long as you subscribe
to the concept of 'fair', I will always win -- because I know when to
dispense with it and when not to."  She closed the connection, leaving me one
very thoughtful individual...