Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 66 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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Fdom

The Academy

Chapter 66


Harriet:

	Bernie Rawlins arrived about then, late, with his small harem and the
other couple who had taken to hanging out with them -- the Bradleys, I think.
The Bradley concubine looked like she'd been to Medical overnight; she had
that 'just tuned up' look.  Bernie came in from behind us and settled across
the way, his eyes on Farris' arm -- the one connected to my ass at the hand.
"So," he murmured.

	"Yes," Farris nodded.

	That was the whole conversation; I don't think I'll ever understand
men...  Trinity, originally Bernie's sister-in-law, I think, said brightly,
"So, Harriet -- you're hooked up?"

	I couldn't think of much to say -- embarrassment was a big part of
it.  "Uh huh."

	"It's about time!"  She grinned from ear to ear.  "You go, Girl!"
Trinity was quite a bit more brash than her sister Felicity, and seemed to
have taken over the top spot in the Rawlins harem.  I was a little
embarrassed for Felicity over it.  "We're thinking about looking over some
couples personal ads this afternoon -- want to come?  Kathy and her man are
looking to fill some slots..."

	"I don't know..." I muttered.

	"Oh, come on!" Trinity cajoled.  "Everybody knows that when you have
an opinion, you don't hesitate -- it'll help some of us..."  She glanced
around.

	"It's... really up to Farris," I temporized.

	"We were thinking along the same lines," Farris announced.  "When?
Where?  We need to do a little stop at Medical, first."

	"Oh?  What's the plan?" Trinity flirted.  "A stud like you probably
doesn't need much..."

	Farris blushed; the woman could be INCREDIBLY rude!  "I thought that
if we were going to act like teenagers, we should be under thirty,
physically, at least," Farris replied, "Besides, I thought that in the
presence of another male, I might need to be able to, um, demonstrate
superiority..."

	"See?"   Trinity waved a finger at Gene Bradley.  "There's nothing to
be ashamed of in getting things tuned up for your harem!  I was just telling
Kathy that when there is more than one woman in the house..."

	"Trini..." Bernie growled.

	"Master?"  Trinity turned to Bernie and vamped him, batting her eyes,
while going totally servile.  She had the tools, all right!  Poor Felicity...

	"I'm sure Gene does fine on his own," Bernie admonished.

	"Oh, I am, too, Master -- but being a stud for one woman and being a
stud for four are two different things -- wouldn't you agree?" Trini
insisted.

	"Sorry, Gene," Bernie apologized, "But she has a point.  This bunch
tried to kill me for a couple of days..."

	"Yes, maybe..."  I realized Gene's eyes looked haunted.  "She may
have a point.  What do you think, Kathy?"

	Kathy was VERY careful with her response -- almost scripted.  "Well,
since you HAVE to take on more women, you should probably look to making sure
that you're up to it.  Obviously there is no shame in a little improvement to
help you carry the load..."

	"Yes...  Perhaps it's best..."  A blind person could see that Gene
was covering an inadequacy.  "Maybe I'll pop down to Medical with you,
Doctor, if you don't mind..."

	"No, that's perfectly all right," Farris replied blandly.  I wondered
if he had picked up the undertones of the conversation or not.  "What's the
plan, if I might ask?"

	Bernie waved at Trini, who leaned forward.  "I thought we would get
one of those meeting suites, you know?  And we girls can go through the ads
and look them over and laugh and make noises, and you guys could, like, relax
in another room, and we could only forward to you the ones we were serious
about.  I'm sure you don't want to wade through ALL of that mess..."

	Farris shrugged, pulling a face.  "Is there a set time?  It appears
that some of us have an appointment..."

	"Two?"  Trini looked around.  "I'm sure none of you needs a major
overhaul..."

	"Two it is, then.  Would you care to meet us at a particular medical
facility, Eugene?  I don't want to interfere with your luncheon," Farris
asked.

	"I'm not really hungry," Gene announced.  "Kathy, please stay with
Bernie and his group.  Call me with the suite number when you've settled in."
Suddenly the three of us were on our feet.  Farris waved Gene forward and we
walked out, Farris' hand STILL on my ass...

	"Farris," I whispered, "I'm going to start squeezing YOUR butt in a
second..."

	"Gene, if you'll excuse us for a moment..."  The next thing I knew, I
was being pressed against the wall; Farris grabbed my hands as I brought them
up to defend myself.  "Now, STOP!"

	He scared the crap out of me!  My first instinct was to knee him one,
but he turned sideways.  "Harriet!  Stop!  Now!  No one is going to hurt
you!"  I was puffing like a freight train, scared out of my mind; he held me
there until I settled down a bit.  I hopped around some and he ended up
between my legs, so he was safe from being kicked -- and I was even more
exposed.

	"I can't take this!" I wailed.  He leaned in and pressed himself
against me and I wanted him gone for a while, but he kept whispering to me
softly and I slowly settled down.  After I stopped flopping around and being
actively hysterical, he stopped just going, "Shhhh..." and murmuring and
asked some questions.

	"You've never been married, never dated, never done much..." he
muttered in my ear, "Right?"

	"Uh huh."  I was too shaken to lie.

	"You've never really been close to anyone, have you?"

	"No."  I'd spent my entire adult life more or less taking care of
Mom; she had a stroke when I was in high school...

	"That's changing.  You KNOW I mean you no harm, right?"

	"I..."  I couldn't quite go that far.

	"I'm going to let go of your hands now..."  He did, and I dropped
them; they just sort of flopped.  It seemed like all of the blood rushed out
of them while he pressed them to the wall above my head.

	"You scared me to death!" I whined.

	"You're not used to affection," Farris theorized.  "That's a problem,
because I want to give you affection -- a LOT of it."

	"I...  You'll have to..."  I gasped and shut up; his lips were on my
neck, creating goosebumps.  His hands were on the wall, but his body was
pressed against me -- and I could feel his cock through his pants, pressed
against my pussy mound.  I don't know what I planned to say next, but what
came out was, "Uuuuhhh!"

	"Things have changed," he whispered.  "We're... more than married.
You're going to sleep with me tonight and tomorrow night and the next night
and the next..." -- then his lips were messing with a spot right behind my
ear and I had my head cocked and turned so he could get at it and my hands
were rubbing his back...  I got lost in the sensations; when he let up and I
came back to sanity, I had one leg up, wrapped around his and was rubbing
myself against his boner...  VERY embarrassing!  "Are you better?" he asked.

	'Fuck me!' went through my head, but I choked out, "Yes."  I looked
past Farris to where Gene was standing there, looking everywhere but at us,
and was instantly mortified.  "I'll be... fine..."  I put my foot down and
let go of him.

	"Just hold my hand," Farris murmured.  "We'll work on the other
stuff.  I'm sorry I scared you; it's just...  I've been waiting a long time
to be able to give..."  I wanted to cry; I'd known all along that Farris
wasn't ever in a relationship, but it hadn't occurred to me that he was as
needy as I was!  I'd acted like I was being attacked by a serial rapist, when
all he wanted to do was love me!

	"I'm fine, now..." I muttered.

	"I'm sorry."

	"So am I."

	"We need to go," he husked and I nodded and stepped out next to him,
meekly.

	Gene eyed us and asked diffidently, "Can I ask...?"

	"We're... not used to being in relationships, Farris related.  "I...
rushed things.  I was in a hurry.  I scared her."

	"Oh."  I think Gene understood, but only dimly.

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	I went into the tube first; I think it was so Gene and Farris could
discuss sizing their cocks without embarrassment.  When I came out I felt
younger and tighter and my hair was red again from tip to root.  I tried to
remember if I'd been this size at eighteen -- and couldn't.  When I was
eighteen, what I looked like really didn't matter much; I was going to school
at home in between Momma's diaper changes, and had been for almost two years.
"You're going to smooth out and drop a little more over the next twenty-four
hours," the medic told me, adding, "In case you don't know it, he likes your
ass."  Farris emerged younger and dapper-looking, with the white and grey
banished from his beard and moustache.  I wondered what he'd settled on for a
cock size; the medic seemed able to read my mind, because she leaned in and
whispered, "You'll like it."

	"What he had was fine," I whispered back.

	"The other guy..." the medic shrugged.  "He needed work.  Do you do
him?"

	"No."

	"We had to, um, recommend that he not get stupid," the medic related.
"He was going to overcompensate."  I just nodded -- too much information.

	Farris came and took my hand again and said, "I think we're due.  I
got the suite number relayed from the AI.  Shall we?"  I nodded, not trusting
myself to speak; Farris looked HOT with hair...  We headed off down the
hallway, with Gene trailing us.

Trinity:

	Phase Two of getting Kathy fixed up was going to be harder than Phase
One -- she was going to have to get past her issues.  Kathy had been to
Medical and I knew that the 'new' Kathy helped her self-image, but she still
had a serious problem with the whole 'other women' thing.  What she NEEDED
was to get past the icy shock, one way or the other; she was clingy and,
well, basically scared shitless that her meal-ticket was going to drop her
like a rock if he saw something better.  The plan was to get her past the
fear, one way or another -- and, well, maybe get a little strange from
Gene...

	What Gene came back from Medical with could help or hurt, depending.
The timing wasn't what I'd hoped for when I got Kathy going; what I'd wanted
was for her to come home all hot-looking and sit on Gene's new dick and then
we could go from there.  Now, we were gonna be looking at couples without any
idea what Gene ordered up in the way of meat...

	Mister Snippy and Harriet the Harridan were a delaying tactic; they
made a fine excuse to get Gene off to Medical and they slowed things down --
but when they showed up at the suite at two, I wondered if I hadn't
underestimated them.  Mister Snippy was looking, hey, pretty hot, and Harriet
had just the beginnings of a glow on.  Add to that the fact that they were
holding hands like a couple of young kids and it was too cute for words...  I
almost missed Gene skulking in behind them...

	I didn't, though.  I scooted over to Kathy and said, "Are you going
to check it out?"

	She got big-eyed.  "Should I?  Now?"

	"Well, we're gonna be looking at guys," I pointed out.  "You probably
ought to have a basis for comparison.  See if you can get him into one of the
side rooms and at least get a look...  Want some help?"

	"No, no..."  Kathy took off like her tail feathers were on fire.
They were hilarious from a distance; Kathy, remembering that she needed to
wheedle, whispered in his ear and you could read Gene's lips when he
exploded, "What?  Here?" -- but she led him off to another room and closed
the door...

	I figured that she would get a look and come back out to report --
but somebody (maybe TWO somebodies) wanted more than that; I ended up tap-
dancing and pretending to arrange screens and wasting time trying to pull
preferences out of Bernie and Mr. Snippy (who was being a lot less prissy
than his wont) while Kathy bounced on her new toy.  She was bowlegged and
smiling when she came out of the room, and Gene emerged looking positively
stupid and grinning from ear to ear, so I had to figure that he'd been fitted
with a decent upgrade...  "So how was it?" I asked in a whisper.

	"Omigod!" Kathy came back.  "It's HUGE!  Like, eight inches!"

	"Well, now you know..."  Yeah, I was gonna have to show Gene my
signature corkscrew blowjob...  If Bernie didn't pick up a second dick, I
could ride Gene -- and if I was lucky, I'd have Kathy thinking I was doing
her a favor...

	It was time to read Harriet in; the guys had retired to the room next
door to smoke and joke or whatever.  "Harriet, can we talk?"

	"Okay."

	"Look, there's a hidden agenda here, Hon," I began.

	Harriet looked wary.  "What is it?"

	"Kathy has the 'unhappy wife syndrome' -- did you get that in class?"
I asked.

	Harriet gave a snort, reminding me that a wise old head sat on those
smooth new shoulders.  "Yeah, sort of.  I didn't pay much attention, since it
didn't apply to me."

	"Well, she's got it bad," I explained.  "She's got a lot of time and
energy invested in her meal ticket and she has self-image problems..."

	"And who doesn't?" Harriet grunted.

	"Yeah, exactly," I agreed, trying to put things back on track.  "In
short, she's jealous and clingy and worried that her old man will find
greener grass to mow.  We're trying to help -- we got her to talk Gene into a
makeover for her, which was a good thing -- but Gene got one, too, which
might NOT be..."  I waved at the wall, where Harrah, Kathy, and Sis were
already screening some couple's video.  "This is about Kathy feeling like she
has some control over who is coming in."

	"Okay..." Harriet waited.

	"There is still the other problem -- we have to find a way to
desensitize her to the whole idea of some other woman riding Gene's nice new
pole..."

	Harriet looked right through me, "Which is why YOU volunteered, I
bet..."

	I flinched.  "Well...  Bernie might not pick up any backup; he has
worries about his manhood -- why, I'll never know, since he's an absolute GOD
in the sack...  That being the case, if his daughter Susan doesn't check out
and set up her own place on her fourteenth and take Harrah with her, Sis and
I could have to share a lot more of him than we might like.  Gene might be an
acceptable backup, you know?  Not family, so no real threat..."

	"And Kathy isn't going to freak when you muscle in on her man?"
Harriet asked dubiously.

	"Not if it's done right..." I argued.  "I really AM trying to help --
if she freaks out the way some women do..."

	"Well, you're juggling priorities," Harriet retorted.  "Try to
remember which balls stay in the air..."

	"The big thing this afternoon," I explained, trying to keep things on
track, "is trying to keep her from only picking total dogs.  I'm pretty sure
that Gene is smart enough to realize he has a veto, but we don't really want
her to be that obvious.  She's hoping to control things..."

	"Surely she realizes that Medical can make a silk purse out of a
sow's ear?" Harriet exclaimed quietly.

	"Well..."  I grinned sheepishly.  "She does, but like a lot of us,
she isn't thinking about it.  We tend to go with what we see, instead of what
we hear, you know?  She might actually screw the pooch pretty bad if she
picks a really nice but ugly chick..."

	"Hey, what about this one?" Harrah yelled.  I rolled my eyes at
Harriet and we went over to scope their catch...

Bernie:

	I don't know what possessed me to have the AI set up a big screen
with a view of the women -- basic caution, I guess.  Or maybe I thought we
could laugh at their antics while they thought we weren't looking.  But when
Trini pulled Harriet off to talk to her privately, Farris frowned, "Something
is up."

	"AI," I directed, "Please give us that conversation between Trinity
and Harriet..."

	By the time it was over, all three of us were surprised!  "I had a
vague idea of the whole 'unhappy wife' thing," I admitted to Gene, "But I
wasn't aware that Trinity planned to put you out to stud!"

	Gene looked deeply embarrassed.  "I wouldn't have done much for her
before this afternoon," he admitted.  "I wasn't much good in the sack -- and
was getting slowly worse."

	"Yeah, but..." I mused.  "Trini is... manipulative.  I'm aware of it.
She has me on the hooks, even -- I'm embarrassed to say how.  She's also an
accomplished sexpot.  I thought Felicity was, but her sister learned a few
things in the school of hard knocks..."

	"What do you want to do about this?" Gene asked.

	"Well..."

	Farris interjected, "You could stop it -- or you could take advantage
of it.  Gene, your concubine has what is perceived to be a serious problem in
this culture; you may want Trinity to proceed, even to the point of bedding
you."  He turned to me, "On the other hand, you may want to clip Trinity's
wings, before or after."  After some thought, he added, "There is going to be
a problem with Kathy's perception of the woman involved.  If she's got a
serious problem..."

	"She does," Gene interjected.

	"Then the first woman to have sex with you, whether she is present or
not, is going to spark some hatred, unless it is handled VERY carefully..."

	I nodded.  "We need expert advice."

	"Guilt may blunt this effect," the AI announced itself.  All three of
us jumped, I think.

	"Explain?" Farris directed.

	"If the concubine Kathy is placed in a situation where she must be
sexed by another male, there would be a certain 'payback' aspect to sex
between Eugene Bradley and a female.  Kathy is loyal to the father of her
children because she believes it is the coin she pays for his fidelity in.
Given her issues, even if she were instructed to have sex with another male,
she would feel some guilt -- especially, if she enjoyed the encounter --
because that contract of fidelity is breached through her action.  This would
tend to render her powerless when presented with another female enjoying sex
with Eugene, because the contract will have been broken."

	Gene frowned, thinking about it.  "Maybe..."

	"The concubine Trinity is no doubt aware of the difficulties, and may
have come upon a tactic for handling them," the AI posited.  "As has been
indicated, she is devious and manipulative.  You may wish to discover exactly
what her planned tactic is -- and allow her to execute it if it appears
capable of succeeding.  Some possible tactics suggest themselves..."

	"Such as?" I inquired.

	"Something similar to her attack on you," the AI replied,
embarrassing me.  "She may offer to give Kathy instruction in fellatio.  This
would place her in contact with Eugene's sexual organs in the framework of a
teaching situation that it would be difficult for Kathy to object to.  This
would tend to blunt the impact upon Kathy while actually breaking the
barrier, desensitizing her."

	"Attack on you?" Farris looked amused.

	"Yeah."  I grimaced.  "She organized a little fellatio party that
ultimately led to me breaking down and accepting her and Harrah as
concubines.  I... wasn't thinking with my big head."

	Farris shrugged.  "How bad has it been?"

	"It hasn't -- but then, Trini has managed to muscle her way into the
Number One spot -- and she obviously has too many bright ideas."  I pursed my
lips.  "Actually, Felicity is still Number One, if push comes to shove -- but
Trini has, um, operational control."

	"What do you think Felicity thinks of that?" Farris queried.

	"She trusts her sister, but I bet she has nagging worries."

	Farris sat back and played with his wineglass.  "Are you ready for a
couple?" he asked Gene.

	"No."  Gene looked away.

	"Bernard?" Farris turned to me.

	"No, not really.  I'm beginning to understand Trini's thought
process, but..." I admitted.

	"I'm not, either," Farris sighed.  "But I plan to proceed, anyway.
Neither Harriet nor I is particularly gifted at child-rearing; neither of us
has any experience at all.  We need to shake down, too -- but there is no
time.  As a result, we may select a couple and allow them to continue their
relationship more or less undisturbed until we have our own under control,
then slowly introduce the added dimension."  He frowned.  "Neither of you may
have that option, but then you DO have a certain foundation with your
concubines."

	"Some of them," I mused.  "If I bring in a couple, the only way I'll
keep Trini off the male will be a direct order backed by dire threats."

	"That will be ineffective, Bernard Rawlins," the AI declared.
"Trinity will disobey -- it is in her nature.  The issue will not even be the
male -- it is not now.  The issue will be her unconscious desire to force you
to demonstrate your dominance over her -- physically.  Trinity's history is
not coincidental; she seeks out dominant males who will bring her to heel.
Her current machinations are as much based upon this desire as the other,
more visible goals."

	I blinked.  "Run that by me again?"

	"Trinity wants you to exercise control over her -- preferably
physically.  She wants you to discover her plots and punish her for her
temerity in executing them."

	"How, exactly?"  I'm not violent; I can do whatever is necessary to
protect my family, and I would take up a gun or whatever, but Trini's
procession of spouses and boyfriends tended to be brutal...

	"There are multiple methods -- the simplest, perhaps, being a slap or
a spanking.  More complex might be deprivation of some type, such as not
allowing her to eat or making her sleep on the floor -- anything that
establishes that you are a force in her life to be reckoned with.  Once such
a demonstration occurs, she will submit -- and the urge, satisfied, will be
quiescent for a time.  But regular flare-ups will occur and will need to be
dealt with."

	"How is it I never heard about this?" I rasped.

	"It is not in her to discuss it.  She does not even recognize the
need, consciously."

	"How would I explain this to Felicity?"

	"You are not required to," the AI replied, "but you could make the
attempt.  If you do, allowing her to discuss the subject with Trinity would
be counter-productive, as Trinity would assume -- correctly -- that you are
manipulating her.  However, a successful demonstration would probably provide
Felicity with all the evidence she might require."

	"So how would I keep her from screwing up in the first place?" I
asked.

	"Exercise your will over something else -- her attempt to blackmail
you, for instance," the AI retorted.

	"Hey!" I erupted.

	"Trinity has nothing with which to blackmail you in any case," the AI
wound ponderously on, "Sex with your daughter Susan will be fully authorized
when she reaches fourteen."  I covered my face.

	After a moment, Farris said quietly, "They're remorseless, those AIs.
But it's right -- who cares, if Susan doesn't?"

	"Felicity might..."

	"Too bad," Farris retorted.  "You KNOW she doesn't get a vote..."

	"How long would it last?" I asked the AI.

	"Indeterminate," the AI replied.  "You will know when a new treatment
is required -- she will not be deceptive about it.  Trinity will engage in
activity designed to attract your attention.  The more forceful your control,
the longer an application will last, and there may be things that you can do
over time to contain her.  That is your prerogative."

	At that point, a second screen lit -- actually mirroring the first,
which the women were not aware of.  "Hey, guys!" Trinity yelped, "We may have
a winner, here!"

Trinity:

	The look on Bernie's face gave me a little shiver; the other two were
up to something, too, I think, but I shook it off as I passed the video to
them.  I'd been riding Bernie ever since the night of the blowjob lesson and
he hadn't even kicked -- he probably wouldn't care about this deal, anyway,
even if I didn't come out with any threats about telling Sis that he wanted
to stick his dick in little Susie.

	The Flowers were godawful.  The mother's name was Carrie, the father,
Stanford Flowers III.  Where I come from, if you have a 'III' after your
name, Granddad did all the work and you and your old man lived off the
interest -- and it was true of Stanford.  They had a little girl named
Candace, about Little Patty's age, who was showing signs of spoilage already.
I thought it was kind of cute, you had 'Carry Flowers' and 'Candy Flowers' --
and 'Flowers Stand'...  Okay, maybe I'm weird...

	Anyway, they were rich -- that's how they got into the school,
apparently.  Now, naked and penniless, they just people, you know?  Not hot
shots.  Carrie and Stan both looked... wasted -- like burnouts.  Jaded.  They
were scared now, though -- you could tell.  They weren't EVEN special here...

	That was the draw for Kathy; Carrie looked sorta like Kathy had
looked before going down to Medical -- only maybe a little worse.  And Stan
just looked like a stupid jerk.  That made them perfect for Kathy...

	I watched the guys flinch as their scores came up.  They sat through
the video, which was a riot, since Carrie was busy pretending that they were
temporarily inconvenienced, not screwed for life...  "What do you think
guys?" I asked.

	Gene leaned up to answer, but Mister Snippy leaned up and waved and
said, "We'll get back to you."  Then the video of the guys' room blanked.
Yeah, they were up to something all right...

Bernie:

	"That's what we can expect, I guess," Farris announced.  "I stopped
you because I was thinking that maybe you could just use them to get Kathy
over the hump."

	Gene blinked.  "I don't get it."

	"Interview them," Farris explained.  "Have Kathy do something sexual
with Stanford and sex the woman in front of her -- then tell them you're not
interested."

	"That seems kind of nasty..." Gene mused.

	'I'm certain that they've used others similarly," Farris pointed out.

	"Indeed," the AI remarked.  "Data gathered during their CAP testing
indicates that their wealth and their wealth alone has kept them from
incarceration on numerous occasions, mostly for wanton disregard of one rule
or regulation or another.  The child may be salvageable, but the couple is
without any redeeming features.  It is expected that they will be
unemployable in roles expected of a concubine..."

	Gene shook his head.  "Given that the basics for the woman are to lie
down and spread her legs, that's pretty bad..."

	"It is anticipated that at some point, they will commit some offense
that will lead to their termination, especially in view of their records,"
the AI revealed.

	"If that happens, notify me," I said.  "I'll want to see what can be
done for the child."

	"Noted."

	"So what do we tell Kathy?" Gene asked.

	"Tell her to that you'll think about it, but she can do better,"
Farris advised.

Kathy:

	I had high hopes, but when the guys came back, Gene said, "Make a
note of them, Hon, but they're low priority.  I just don't think they're our
type."  I nodded, disappointed, and the guys cut the video again.

	Trinity came over and said, "They were AWFUL, Kath!  Come on, you can
be a little more subtle than that, can't you?"  The other women nodded in
agreement, so I tossed them on the rejected pile and we went back at it.

	Trini and Felicity weren't seriously looking, but the other woman,
Harriet, was; she made me look bad by picking out two or three decent-looking
couples for her man, Farris, to look at.  I got by pretending that once she'd
glommed onto a couple, I didn't want to cut her out; Farris screwed that up
by saying no, which released them, though.  Fortunately, Gene didn't call me
on it...  It's all so HARD!  Don't people understand that I love Gene?  I
don't know what I would do without him...

	As the afternoon wore on, I felt more and more pressure to 'get real'
and I got more and more desperate.  Gene's new cock made one tactic no good;
I couldn't pick a guy with something really big dangling and have Gene say no
because he was now pretty good-sized and could get more if he needed it.
That left fat, homely women -- something there was no shortage of -- but all
Gene had to say was no...  Toward the end of the day, he started saying,
"Let's go back to so-and-so..." and I knew he was lowering his standards --
something I couldn't afford...  I know that from Trini's viewpoint I was
supposed to be picking someone out, but I just couldn't do it!

	Finally, it was dinner time -- and I'd survived the afternoon.  We
were starting to skate close to something Gene might approve of, just because
-- but I got lucky.  The men announced that it was dinner time and we got up
to leave the room -- and Trini leaned over to me and said, "So, how's your
head?"