Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 62 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...

Keywords: MF MFF FF M+F mf mF exhib humil inc ir group oral anal toys Mdom
Fdom

The Academy

Chapter 62

Mark:

	My first instinct was to be irritated at Jack -- but he was right, so
I put the team on it.  We talked to the males and we talked to the females
and in nine out of ten cases, the couples went back together.  It was a long
afternoon, though, for all of us.  Young Maureen -- Hopkins the Younger --
had her boy toy Tony with her -- which was a help, as it was evidence that
there WERE good deals out there.  Hopkins the Elder -- Slut Vera, the
whorehouse madam -- collected the black man she owned and trotted him around
with her.  She's colorblind, and I'm colorblind, but I wondered how many of
her audience were.  Still he's a nice enough fellow -- very personable.  I
think he started out pretty old...

	The woman Bernice -- the one with the addictions -- got pretty whiney
as the Bachelor Male Concubine Quarters emptied; I couldn't blame her, really
-- the leftovers were there for a reason, if you know what I mean.  There
were damned few of them, but they were the dregs -- then again, she was no
great shakes, either.  I met the sister -- one Jolene Wells; they weren't a
lot alike.  Jolene oozed character, while Bernice was a vacuum where
personality was concerned.

	By dinner time, I was doing my usual audit of a third of the colonist
messes, Graciela in tow, reflecting how different my afternoon and my morning
had been.  The morning had been pleasant -- taking my women down to Medical
and regressing them to their twenties in two cases and late thirties in the
third -- although Nana didn't get a restart of her reproductive system, the
medics managed to push her age down into a range where it WAS operational on
the first pass.  Apparently, there is a window of several years while the
shutdown occurs more or less gradually, and they were able to take her as far
as the low end -- something in the order of thirty-eight and a half in Nana's
case.  It was plenty far enough to make her toothsome.  Her face was young
again, but the expressions that flickered across it were pure Nana; she knew
when she got out of the tube that she wasn't going to have any trouble
finding my bed, damn her, and it showed on her face...

	The afternoon had been a series of uncomfortable interviews.  "Is
this true or not?  Can you do this to me?"  "Well, yes, in extreme cases..."
"So I'm just supposed to roll the dice?  This is any time after a sponsor
takes me on, right?"  "Would YOU do that to another man?  You would?  You're
kidding, right?"  I found it amazing how many men stopped to think -- hard --
about that last question.  They would stand there and tell you how godawful
the rules were -- and then when you asked them if THEY would apply them if
THEY were in charge, they'd get all quiet and thoughtful -- and, in many
cases, embarrassed.  It seemed that it was more about who was on top than the
rules for those on the bottom; the rules were okay, as long as they applied
to someone else...  No wonder the Darjee wanted to limit their exposure to
'human nature' -- sometimes I did, too...

	I had new quarters -- identical to my old quarters, at base, but with
several additions to accommodate Javier and our women.  I include Marisol in
that group, because she kept making it clear that she did -- or she would as
soon as anyone allowed it.  The crowd bothered me, seriously; I just wasn't
used to having multiple people occupying my private space.  Nana detected the
problem and announced, "Marcus needs his privacy.  We will make him a study
-- and EVERYONE will stay out of it unless invited!  Now shoo!"  She ran
everyone out of the living room and said, "Have the AI call one of us if you
need anything."

	Of course, twenty minutes later, I was lonely.  "AI, have someone
bring me in a glass of wine."

	Two minutes later, the door opened behind me and bare feet padded in.
I pretended to be absorbed in a report, but grasped the wrist of the hand
that placed the glass on my desk.  At that point, I looked up into the
owner's eyes -- Nana's eyes.

	She was quick.  "The glass was an excuse, wasn't it?  I'll send in
someone more comely."

	I sighed.  "Or not.  Come here.  Try not to jump my bones."  I pulled
her into my lap, imagining doing similar with her in her original form.
"Don't beat me with your cane, Nana."

	"Sometimes I wonder where it is..." she muttered.

	This is better, I think," I murmured, hefting a globular breast.
Nana was built more like Graciela than her daughter -- and at her apparent
age, she was ample, everywhere.  Thinking about it, I remembered that it was
Vera who had changed my perception of what was desirable in a woman.

	"If you don't want me to act like a harlot, don't maul those too
much," Nana murmured.

	"That's fair."  I let go.

	"Perhaps, but not REALLY what I desired," Nana replied softly.

	"Don't confuse me -- I'm only a man," I growled.

	Nana tittered -- something I'd have never guessed she could do.  We
sat in silence for a few minutes; I caressed areas rated 'G', mostly.
Finally, she broke the silence.  "What's wrong?"

	"I'm just... confused.  So many changes..." I muttered.

	"Yes..."  She rubbed my arm.  Sex was an option -- but not one I
wanted to pursue.  Nana seemed to know that.  "You need to relax.  No one in
the family is here to bite you."

	"I already have your teeth marks!" I replied, grinning.

	"Yes, well, I've gotten my fill of your blood, for now," she teased.
"A bath, perhaps?  Some nice, warm water?"

	I remembered a recent evening.  "AI, is there a whirlpool or a sauna
available locally?"

	"At the end of the corridor.  Approximately forty-five meters," the
voice in the air answered.

	"Gather the clan, Nana," I said, boosting her off my lap.  "We'll all
go."

	"Drink some wine," Nana sparked.  "I don't want the girls thinking
dark thoughts!"

	I laughed as she swept out.

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	Fifteen minutes later, Estrella was helping me pull the cover off the
hot tub.  It was bubbling in no time; I settled into it and let myself go.
Javier and Marisol wandered around, finding the showers, the steam room, and
the sauna while Estrella sat on my left and Graciela on my right and Nana
watched, her eyes hooded, from across the pool.  Clearly, she had warned her
daughter and granddaughter that this was about relaxation and not sex; I
cuddled them both to me, but neither of them reached for my cock.  I wondered
if my problem was buyer's remorse -- but really, given what I had, how could
I be unhappy?  I think I was waving bachelorhood goodbye...

	After fifteen minutes, I broke my own injunction and took one of
Graciela's round orbs, and one of Estrella's pointed cones in my hands to
play with.  Graciela purred and Estrella turned her head and began to suck on
my neck.  Nana seemed to grow fangs; she came across the tub and grasped my
cock under the water and began to masturbate me using a twisting stroke where
her hands counter-rotated on my shaft.  "This will relax you," she declared.
I groaned.  The hot water had me ultra-sensitive, and Nana knew EXACTLY what
she was doing; I lasted less than a minute before the water showed a white
contaminant.  "How was that?" she asked, obviously pleased with herself.

	"Wonderful, but someone is going to come up short, later," I replied,
sighing.

	"Tomorrow is another day," Nana replied, lightly.

	"I guess it is.  Time to get hot and dry," I announced.  I got up and
got out, grabbing a towel.  All three women followed me, but Graciela didn't
like the sauna.  "It's hot!  Why do this?"

	"You sweat out the poisons of the day," Nana replied.  "Go on --
watch the children.  Marcus will want for nothing."  The three of us entered
and I stretched out my towel on the upper bench.  Nana settled beside me and
Estrella took the lower bench.  "She is fully American, that girl," Nana
muttered, "born to air conditioning."

	"And too lazy for gymnasiums," Estrella agreed as she tucked herself
between my legs.  I tried to ignore her, enjoying the dry heat, but her hair
tickled and my cock elongated beside her face.  Then she was licking it, then
fondling my balls, then sucking...  My lassitude evaporated, leaving me with
an urgency; Estrella stretched out on the lower bench and pulled me between
her legs by my cock and suddenly I was burning my knees on the hot wooden
seat, while I sheathed myself inside her.  Nana laughed, "Graciela will be
jealous!"  I just got my knees on the towel and let Estrella suck me into her
depths and her embrace.

	Only crazy people who want a heart attack fuck fast in a dry sauna;
we took our time, something Estrella does exceedingly well.   Nana stretched
out on the upper bench beside us and caressed my back and ass while I humped
myself into her daughter at a measured pace that fulfilled both our needs.  I
was fresh off Nana's masturbation session and thus in no hurry; the timer on
the sauna dinged to let us know that fifteen minutes had elapsed before I let
Estrella's third orgasm pull mine from me.  I looked up to see Graciela
looking in the little window in the door, frowning;  Nana merely waved a
finger at her in admonition.  "More bubbles!" I croaked, crawling off
Estrella; we adjourned to the tub under Graciela's wary gaze.

	"I thought we weren't doing that?" she groused.

	"It was a spur of the moment thing," I replied, unaffected.  "No one
seduced anybody -- it just happened."

	Javier and Marisol were in the tub, making it a good bit more crowded
than it was.  "What happened?" Javier asked.

	"Sex," I replied, and left it at that.

	"And I missed it?" Marisol crossed her arms and frowned.

	"It will happen again often enough," I told her.  "Cherish your
innocence -- anybody can be an old slut..."  Two of the three adult females
took exception; the eldest abstained, grinning.  Javier laughed at the
expressions on their faces and they settled down.

	We didn't stay in long; after only a few minutes, it was off to the
showers after replacing the tub cover.  There were plenty of bodies available
for soapy games, so we played them, then headed home, all of us buck naked in
the corridors.

	I took Nana to bed, surprising the others -- to sleep.  Cuddled
against me, she whispered, "You will make me beg, won't you, Marcus?"

	"I owe you," I replied.

	"I will hold out as long as I can," she insisted, "I'm a proud
woman!"

	"You'll still lose," I chuckled.  "Go to sleep, old woman."

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	In the morning, everyone wanted to know if we'd done anything; Nana
smiled ruefully and shook her head, which caused some feminine outrage.
Javier, on the other hand, understood immediately.  When he asked me what was
going on, I replied, "Nana won the war -- you would begrudge me a battle?
How am I to maintain any control of things?"

	Javier nodded.  "Right."

	Two minutes later, Marisol asked him, "What is wrong with Nana?"

	Javier replied, "This isn't about whether Nana is desirable -- it's
about who is the man and who is not.  Nana knows what she must do."

	Three female heads rotated to Nana.  "He is right.  I am the
matriarch -- but I am NOT the patriarch.  Marcus and I are engaged in a
battle of wills."

	That got ME everyone's attention.  "You don't REALLY think I find
Nana undesirable, do you?  When she comes to me, this will all be settled."

	"Or when he comes to me..." Nana retorted, her eyebrow arched.  She
was Estrella's mother, all right.  Heads swung back to me.

	I just shrugged.  "Breakfast, anyone?"  As everyone started for the
door, I turned to Nana and upped the ante, "In public."

	Nana stood there, trying to hide a smile, "Oh, of course!"

	I waved at the door.  "Shall we?"

Farris:

	Saturday, I kept my head down and my mouth shut.  At breakfast, I
arrived quietly, without my usual fanfare announcement of my presence.
Several people made to leave, but most settled back into place when I greeted
them with a mere nod.  Others discovered me later; I noticed several double-
takes over the next few minutes.  It was embarrassing, actually; clearly, I'd
been leading with my mouth and unable to see around it.  Harriet was right,
too -- my powers of observation were decidedly lacking while my mouth was
open.  I discovered a number of things that morning by the simple expedient
of OBSERVING, rather than spending all of my time generating my next pithy
comment.

	At lunch, I did the same thing -- and there were few evacuations.  I
kept my mouth shut until Cynthia, our old receptionist, started going on and
on about young Antonio.  "Did you SEE what Doctor Chambers has DONE to him?
Why couldn't he just take another girl?  It's godawful -- that's what it is!"
There were several murmurs of agreement.

	Having been in several meetings of the senior staff, I'd seen the
metamorphosis -- and the results.  "I don't think this is a case of Dr.
Chambers having done something TO Antonio, but rather FOR him," I said --
quietly, for me.

	Cynthia turned wide eyes on me.  "How can you say that?  The doctor
is turning that nice young man into one of those TV things!"

	"Have you discussed it with Toni?" I asked.

	"Why, no!"  Cynthia gave a little shudder.  "I really can't..."

	"Then I submit that you are unaware of the facts, Cynthia," I said
mildly.  "I have had repeated contact with Toni during the metamorphosis, and
I can tell you plainly that he -- she -- is ecstatic!  Were you aware that
Antonio was functionally gay?"

	"Gay?" Cynthia looked as if I'd stabbed her.  An imaginary lover just
went 'POP!' in her head, no doubt.  "Well, I'd wondered," she admitted.

	"I'm not a psychologist, but from what I've been seeing and hearing,
it went deeper than that.  Antonio was struggling with a disparity between
his physical structure and his personality.  Mentally, Antonio was -- or
wanted to be -- female," I related.

	"How would Doctor Chambers know that?" Cynthia asked, wide-eyed.

	I struggled with myself -- and lost.  Rolling my eyes, I said,
"Cynthia, are you REALLY that naive?"

	Cynthia blinked.  "What?"

	I sighed.  "Someone help me, here.  I've reached the limits of the
new me.  I'm afraid I'm about to fall into old bad habits."

	June Mortensen, who had appeared at the table looking vivacious with
a young couple and a little boy in tow, said gently, "Cynthia, Dr. Chambers
is bisexual.  He and Antonio have been very quietly pursuing an affair for
some time."

	Cynthia, wide-eyed, said, "EWWWW!  Does Peg know?"  I covered my face
with my hands.

	June actually tittered!  "You know, Farris, there ARE limits..."

	"There certainly are!" Harriet erupted from where she had settled two
seats over.  "Cynthia, how dense and prejudiced ARE you?  Of COURSE Peg
knows!  I swear to God!  Some people live in a little box and refuse to open
the lid and look out for fear they will learn something!"

	"Gently, Harriet," I murmured.  Turning to Cynthia, I said, "If you
discuss the situation with Toni, I think you will end up happy for her.  She
is VERY pleased with the outcome and VERY willing to discuss the details and
her feelings about it!"

	"She's obviously brainwashed," Cynthia posited.  "Besides, 'she' is
not a 'she!'  She's a ... chick with a dick!"

	"Actually," I corrected Cynthia, "she is more hermaphroditic.  As I
understand it, she's growing a vagina."

	"She's WHAT?" Cynthia gasped.

	"I've said too much," I said quietly.  "This is Toni's business --
and Peg's and Dr. Chambers' -- and not mine -- OR yours!"

	"I can NOT..." Cynthia muttered, flustered.  I turned away, refusing
to be further baited.

	June turned to me, "So tell us about the new Farris!" she cajoled.

	"I've recently been delivered a wake-up call," I replied.  "Due to my
thick-headedness, it was necessary to couch it pretty baldly -- more so than
the efforts in the past of several of you who tried, but whom I ignored --
but a volunteer stepped up and managed to poke a hole in the wall of my
arrogance and push a communications device through it."

	"So who was this saint?" someone asked.

	"I'm sure the individual concerned would prefer to remain anonymous,"
I replied, "but I DO appreciate the effort.  I've discovered that however
keen my powers of observation are in my chosen field, I was failing miserably
to deploy them in the area of interpersonal relations -- even if I DID manage
to detect young Toni's condition."

	Doctor Hopkins and his entourage were present -- minus the women who
were sponsors; apparently they had some urgent demands on their time, because
they'd departed rather hastily after Lieutenant Harper harangued the sponsors
about how male concubines SHOULD be treated.  Young Britney looked up and
said, "I just think that you were working very hard to obtain some deserved
recognition -- but such things come on their own much more quickly when
they're not being forced."

	"Perhaps," I murmured, looking away.

	"When you're decidedly average in most visible ways and getting
nothing in the way of attention, there is a temptation to point up one's
quantifiable signs of distinction," Doctor Patterson pointed out.  "It's only
natural."

	Embarrassed beyond my ability to deal with it equably, I covered my
face.  "That was harsh!" Harriet's voice erupted.

	"It wasn't meant to be," Rhonda Patterson replied.  "I apologize,
Farris."

	"It's descriptive," I croaked.

	"Well, I certainly approve of the new Farris," Rhonda declared.

	I took a breath and got control of my features.  "It's not always
easy -- especially when presented with sources of provocation like
Cynthia..."

	"Well!" Cynthia shook her bleached-blonde locks and got up in a huff.
"I don't have to put up with THIS!"

	"True enough," someone snickered.

	"I am working on not falling back on bad habits," I continued.  "To
that end, I've appointed Harriet the guardian of my tongue."

	Someone snorted, "Harriet!  That's rich!  The odd couple..."

	Something about that comment struck me, forcibly.  "That seems
rude..." I growled.  "I apologize, Harriet, for exposing you to that."

	"I've had worse, Farris -- and earned it," Harriet replied ruefully.
"He's probably right -- I'm a little heavy-handed."  There were more snorts.
I glared around the table, silencing them.  "Okay, a LOT heavy-handed!"
Harriet chuckled.  "Not that some of you don't need it!"  There were
chuckles.

	That more or less ended that particular conversation thread and I
settled back into silence -- and stayed that way until lunch was over.

Harriet:

	After lunch, I followed Farris to his quarters again -- only this
time, he wasn't aware of it.  I caught up at his door and called, "Farris!"

	"Yes?"  He turned around, surprised.

	"Thanks for sticking up for me in there."

	"I apologize for exposing you to ridicule; it was unintentional," he
replied.

	"It wasn't your fault," I replied, absolving him, and turned to
leave.

	"Harriet..."

	I turned back and frowned.  He was going to get stupid...
"Farris..."

	"Hear me out," he insisted.  "I just wanted to say that I had a good
time.  If you should... feel the urge again, I would undoubtedly be
amenable."

	I rolled my eyes.  "Thanks, Farris."  I headed off, amazed at his
foolishness.  While it was nice to know that one man in the known universe
considered me to be a decent sex partner, what was he thinking?  Any day, I
was going to collect a sponsor -- and that sponsor would UNDOUBTEDLY take a
dim view of me trotting up to Farris' place to bounce on his kielbasa...
Farris still had a lot to learn, despite being somewhat sweet, once you got
past his insufferable posturing.  Clearly, he knew NOTHING about women...

Trinity (Cromwell) Rawlins:

	So we're all sitting around at lunch on Saturday, and that Lieutenant
guy turns up on the monitors and harangues everybody about trying to keep
families together.  Now, from how I understand it, this was the main group
from the big school pickup, not us -- we're all here ('we' being me, my
sister Felicity and her sponsor/husband/mate Bernie, their kids Susan, Jerry,
and Patty, and Susan's girlfriend turned concubine Harrah) from the Brinkman
Foundation pickup, since Bernie was their IT guy and has a LOT more brains
than he has common sense.  Lately, we've been hanging out with a couple with
two kids from the other group, though -- a sponsor named Eugene Bradley and
his mate/concubine Kathy and their two kids, Gina and Ellen.  Gina and Patty
are coincidentally about the same age, and I think Patty is benefitting,
because Sis has backed off on some of her overprotective crap; you'd have
thought Patty was four...  Anyway, Bernie goes, "Jeez, I hope he's kidding!
I can't POSSIBLY take on another woman!"  Poor Bernie -- he's been flat out
for a week, since he's got Sis and I and Harrah -- and Susan is thirteen and
VERY curious...  Every night, I've been teaching Harrah and Susan little
tricks I learned to keep the wild animals happy -- and Sis has been nodding
and looking wise for the girls -- and learning, herself, too, because it's
all stuff she never had to resort to...  Bernie went down to Medical and got
his libido jacked up, but it's STILL four to one -- well, three and a half,
anyway, since Susan isn't allowed vaginal sex yet.

	Gene looked up, unhappy, and said, "He probably means us."  Kathy
looked even MORE unhappy; she's been doing the one man woman thing and sooner
or later it's gonna bite her.  Gene isn't stupid by any stretch, and he's
been looking -- and Kathy HATES that!

	"How many are you supposed to have?" Bernie asked.

	"Four.  IF I don't get a couple," Gene replied.

	The look on Kathy's face said the whole subject was bad news -- but
she was fucked, so I decided to help a little.  Nudging Sis, I whispered, "We
need to talk to Kathy."  Sis just nodded, so I took it up with Bernie and
Gene, "Hey, guys -- can we go off over there for a little girl-talk?"

	They shared a look, but they had things to talk about, too...  "Yeah,
sure," Gene nodded.  Bernie gave me permission with his eyes.

	"Come on, Kath..."  I dragged the pair of them off, signaling Harrah
and Susan to hang tough with the kids.  Harrah was a co-conspirator at this
point -- I'd done her some big favors and she knew it -- so she gave me the
nod right away.  Susan didn't bitch because Harrah didn't.

	We plopped down about two tables over.  "So, Kath, how long do you
figure you've got?"

	"What?" Kathy's eyes bugged.

	"Lookit," I explained, "If Gene can do four, you are NOT gonna win
this!  Two, maybe -- but four?  They won't LET him go three short!  Gene's a
nerd anyway -- he can't AFFORD to look pussy-whipped!  One day real soon he's
gonna wander out the door and come back with two or three women -- and when
he does, if you make a big enough fuss YOU'LL be gone!"

	Kathy burst into tears.  "But we're MARRIED!" she wailed.  "Till
death..."

	"Okay, so the direction you're headed that's how it's gonna happen,"
I retorted brutally, "You're gonna make a big, fat fuss and do something
stupid and end up DEAD!"  Kathy recoiled as if she'd been slapped.  "Lookit
-- have you been listening AT ALL during orientation?  YOU ARE NO LONGER
MARRIED!  Your grip on Gene is Gina and Ellen -- and the fact that you got
there first -- but he can replace you as caregiver for the girls, and if you
embarrass him enough he'll HAVE to!"

	"What do I do?" Kathy blubbered.

	"First, you get it through your head that having another woman under
the roof isn't such a bad idea," I counseled her.  "Sis, has this whole thing
damaged you any, do you figure?"

	"No..." Sis mused.  "Actually, it's been a learning experience.
There are a lot of extra hands to help with the kids and, well, I've learned
a few things that have made the nights more fun..."  She pinked up a little.
"For one thing, it's nice knowing that nobody is gonna throw the door open
and yell 'Mommy!' when I'm about to..."  Sis really isn't ready yet to talk
about it that bluntly; she shut up, bright red in the face.

	"Sis makes a couple of real good points, here," I pointed out.  "In
the first place, you KNOW you're gonna have a shitload more kids, right?"

	"Yeah, I guess," Kathy said warily.

	"And let me guess," I continued, "you stopped at two because it's a
lot of work..."

	"Well..."

	"Okay, then.  So if you bring in a gifted momma type won't that make
life easier?  You know -- a built-in nanny -- or two?"  Kathy looked
thoughtful.  "As to the other thing -- variety is the spice of life.
Marriage is some bullshit we thought up to keep guys from walking after we
got pregnant -- it's mumbo-jumbo, not magic.  I know, believe me -- I've done
it, like, three times.  Lots of nights, you probably don't really want to get
into it -- but the old headache game won't fly, here, because the rules say
you put out, period -- so if there is some other hammer warmed up in the
bullpen, who lives with you and HAS to get along, rather than concentrating
her efforts on stealing him away..."

	"What's to keep that from happening?" Kathy wondered aloud.

	"Because what you're talking about is marriage -- and there ain't no
such thing!" I explained.  "We're back to the OLD way -- harems!  Nobody is a
one-woman show!  Gene is gonna have four women -- so competition to be Numero
Uno has limited value, because it's not an exclusive.  You share -- you
cooperate -- you help each other out -- and you keep the old man happy by
showing him something a little different every day of the week."

	"You make it sound so simple..." Kathy sniffed.

	"Well, it isn't -- but it isn't that HARD, either!  You need to look
at the benefits.  Look, Hon -- you can't STOP this -- but you CAN CONTROL
it!" I insisted.

	"I can?  How?"

	"First, I'd ask Gene -- real pretty, probably around a mouthful of
his cock -- if he would let you go down to Medical and get put back the way
you looked before Gina was born -- that's assuming he liked you better that
way, of course..."  Kathy was thick and hippy and I didn't think much of her
legs and her titties drooped.

	Her eyes glazed.  "Yeah, that's an idea...  Maybe I could get him to
let me improve on things..."

	"Don't go overboard, Hon," I advised.  "You want to be recognizably
you.  You want his input to any serious changes, because if he doesn't like
them, it doesn't matter whether YOU do or not!  That brings me to my second
point; you run him some, don't you?"

	"I almost HAVE to!" Kathy retorted.

	"Okay, but I bet you aren't diplomatic about it any more like you
were when you were going together," I pointed out.  "You need to remember
that that ring you're STILL wearing is worthless to you and that HE is in
charge -- and you need to remember how to wheedle instead of boss.  And you
need to remember what it is you have to do to make him dumb but happy so you
get what you want!"

	Kathy looked guilty.  "You mean..."

	"You keep the blood supply to his little head flowing so his big head
isn't working too hard," I confirmed.  "You don't like that?"

	"Well, yeah," she admitted, "but it's frustrating.  Gene isn't...
endowed."

	"THAT's easily fixed!" I chuckled.  "Bernie's was a serious dick
before -- but he's a GOD now!  Don't intimate that it's for you -- suggest
that it might help him in negotiations with his other women..."

	Kathy grimaced.  "Other women..."

	"Yes, Hon," I sighed.  "Other women.  That's part three.  You stop
fighting it and you CONTROL his selection by 'helping' him select his other
women!"  I put quote marks around 'helping' with my fingers.  "What you WANT
to do is push him toward chicks who aren't a threat to you and will be a big
help with the kids.  You're SOOO fucking lucky, because YOU can use logic to
point him in the direction you want him to go..."

	"Yeah..."  Kathy's eyes were more than a little glazed over while she
went through the implications.

	"Don't get stupid about it, or you'll lose out and he won't listen to
you, but if you handle things properly, you can be 'Head Bitch,' even if
you're no longer 'Wife,' you know?"

	Kathy nodded, pulling it in.  "Anything else?"

	"Well, if Gene isn't Superstud, maybe you should think about you, a
little.  Get a couple; the woman will be less of a threat, because she
already has an old man -- and YOU can get a little variety in YOUR life..."

	"Oh!  I couldn't!"  Kathy blushed to the nipples.

	"You can if you engineer it properly..." I leered.  Having given
Kathy a lot to think about, I closed things off and we got ready to move back
to the men.

	Sis grabbed my arm.  "Who is Head Bitch at our house?" she asked.

	I didn't bother to lie.  "I am, Sis -- but don't worry, I won't ruin
it for either of us -- I promise!"