Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 74 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 74

Gonzalo:

	Wednesday morning provided me with a situation unique to my function.
Jasper Harmon taught sixth- and seventh-grade history and gym at the school.
On Monday, he had taken on the Montoya family -- Hernando, his mate Consuela,
and their thirteen-year-old concubine-tracked daughter Guadalupe -- but
subsequent to that, there had been... issues...

	"I know what I COULD do," Jasper told me, obviously frustrated, "but
it's not something I WANT to."

	"What has happened, exactly?" I asked.

	"There have been two occasions since Monday when I approached
Consuela -- and Hernando has interfered on both of them, denying me access.
We've limited things to staring contests, but he refuses to allow me to
become at all familiar with Consuela."

	"What about Guadalupe?" I asked.

	"She's very comely, but still only thirteen.  I've managed thus far
to avoid being a pedophile," Jasper replied, somewhat frostily.  "I can wait
a few months."

	"Nonetheless, it is your intention, eventually..." I pointed out.

	"Yes, it is," Jasper agreed.  "Lupe seems to like me; to be fair, her
mother is, ah, less enticing."

	"You could alter that," I pointed out.

	"I more or less plan to, in a limited manner," Jasper replied, "but
the problem with Hernando needs fixing first."

	"I agree," I mused nodding.  "It has already gone too far.  Hernando
doubtless lacks respect for you."

	"I didn't want to get into fisticuffs and get him killed in front of
the women," Jasper frowned.

	"Can you take him?" I asked.

	"I think so."  Jasper WAS an athletics coach, after all; he HAD the
musculature...

	"We could arrange for you to prove it, but you should not have to," I
mused.  "Hernando needs to accept you as his patron -- something he
understands culturally.  He needs to understand that you have the power of
life and death over him -- something he clearly does not at this juncture."

	We had a short discussion of ways and means and invited Hernando into
my office.  He came in and stood there, looking truculent.  "Hernando, have
you not been paying attention in your training classes?" I asked mildly.
"Please assume the position of attention."

	"I bow to no man," Hernando declared belligerently.

	"But you accepted this man as your patron," I replied.

	"Patron?"  Hernando eyed me oddly.

	"Exactly.  That is what you and your mate did on Monday -- accept
Jasper Harmon's protection.  Patrons expect loyalty -- and they expect
obedience -- and most of all, they expect you to bend to their will when it
comes to paying for their protection," I stressed.

	"I see nothing to compel me..." Hernando blustered.

	"What would you want to see -- a gun?" I asked.  "You do not
understand the danger here, obviously.  AI?"

	"Hernando Montoya has committed numerous offenses against Jasper
Harmon, any one of which could result in his termination," the AI intoned.

	"Jasper Harmon has asked me to intercede -- not because he is a
coward, but rather because he was loathe to have you executed in front of
your mate and child," I told him harshly.  "You mistake his reluctance to
kill you for cowardice.  At this point, he has few choices:  You can declare
your fealty to him here in this room, or you can be banished -- separated
from your family for all time -- or he can just kill you."

	"He cannot kill me!" Hernando sneered.

	"You need to see a gun?" Jasper erupted.  "Very well..."  He pointed
his finger at Hernando and mimed pulling the trigger on a gun.  "Bang!"

	Stinger fire erupted, at a power level designed to stun and cause
intense pain, but not a loss of consciousness.  Hernando went to his knees,
bellowing like a wounded bull, his eyes bulging.

	"This... less than final solution was always available to Senor
Harmon," I pointed out.  "He need not be armed.  Just like many powerful men,
he has his ever-vigilant enforcers with him at all times -- they are merely
invisible."

	Hernando blundered to his feet.  Jasper rasped sharply, "Hernando!
Assume the position of attention!"  Hernando growled, glaring.  "Very
well..."  Jasper communed with the AI yet again, and Hernando was again stung
-- this time more harshly.

	"Do you really wish to die, then?" I asked Hernando.  I turned to
Jasper.  "If you decide to use the collar, I would appreciate it if you did
not do it in my office..."

	"Hrrrgh!"  Hernando shook his head.  He was on all fours from the
second sting.  "Collar?"

	"Assume attention, you fool!" I snapped.  Hernando lurched to a
vertical position, kneeling, but reeling a bit.  "Do you not remember this
demonstration?"  Between us, the AI constructed a three-dimensional
reproduction of a concubine threatening his master -- and POP!  The explosive
charge in his collar separated his head -- messily -- from his shoulders!

	Hernando reached for his collar, howling.  "DON'T!" I barked.  "An
attempt to remove it at this point would result in the explosive being
discharged, and I do NOT want blood all over my office!"  Hernando released
the collar, finger by finger.

	"Now, Hernando," Jasper admonished, "we are doing this in private --
not in front of the women -- so that you may retain their respect.  But you
have your duty to me and you owe me your loyalty and I intend to either
receive it or dispense with you -- do you understand?"  He came forward to
stand over Hernando.  "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

	"Yes."  Hernando glared, but gave the proper response.

	I sighed and shook my head.  "My patience is completely exhausted,
Hernando -- so I am certain that Jasper Harmon has none.  At this point, you
can accept his patronage, you can be banished, or you can prepare yourself
for death.  Which is it going to be?"  I shifted my attention to Jasper.  "It
is with some reluctance that I must advise you to kill him."

	There was a long silence while Jasper eyed Hernando, weighing his
fate in the balance.  Finally, Hernando hung his head.  "I am sorry, Patron.
I did not understand."

	"Understand now," Jasper grated.  "The AIs watch over me day and
night.  In the unlikely event that you manage to kill or injure me, you won't
survive the effort -- they will kill you before you can leave the room.  This
is my power over you; this is EVERY sponsor's power, but it is mine, in
particular.  You will return to our quarters and you will inform your mate
that you have been foolish and you will remind her of her duties to me.  You
will do the same with your daughter.  In return, I will not embarrass you
before either of them by demanding your mate's attentions in your presence --
unless you anger me, in which case I will publicly cuckold you and kill you
without warning if you interfere.  Do you understand?"

	"And my daughter?"

	"She is not yet a concubine," Jasper replied, "and I am not a
pedophile.  Still, she has reached the age where she may consent to limited
sexual contact with an adult.  If she presents herself to me -- in or out of
your presence -- I will accept her attentions.  You would have to give her up
to some male soon in any case, right?"

	Hernando nodded.  "Right."

	"And you wouldn't be sleeping with her, so I wouldn't be cutting you
out, right?" Jasper pressed.

	"Right."

	"Then she can do as she likes.  I don't expect you to interfere.
Likewise, until she reaches the age when she becomes a concubine, I will make
no demands of her.  When that time comes, if she offers herself to me, I plan
to accept her -- at which point I WILL bed her, when and where I please.  Are
we clear?" Jasper rasped

	"Clear, Patron."

	"You should be dead.  You have undermined my position and
disrespected me.  I've tried to be lenient, but it hasn't helped.  From now
on, expect to get stung if you screw up -- I'm not taking any more crap!"
Jasper hollered.

	"Yes, Patron."

	"Get out!  Go do as I told you!  I want to find Consuela in my bed
when I get there!"  Jasper pointed at the door.

	"Yes, Patron!"  Hernando hove himself up and staggered out, his
nervous system still fried from stinger fire.

	Jasper tuned to me.  "I may have gotten carried away, there..."

	I steepled my fingers.  "Perhaps not.  Hernando needs a strong leader
-- and he does not understand the strong silent type.  I believe that this is
a 'tough love' situation -- Hernando is a child in his way."  I pursed my
lips.  "No, I believe that you need to be firm with him; he should always
know that you are in charge.  Do not merely threaten him, either -- offer him
some physical abuse if necessary.  He must know that you can follow through.
Coordinate with the AI so that he isn't unnecessarily terminated by mistake."
I paused for a moment, then added, "But if necessary, kill him.  I don't
think it will be, now, but he tends to act like a bull.  Do not hesitate to
punish him because of the women, either -- no doubt they will understand."  I
paused again before adding, "I noticed that you are careful about his manhood
-- but it might not hurt to press that a bit -- even in the presence of
Consuela and Guadalupe."

	"Thank you, Gonzalo," Jasper said, turning to leave.  "I appreciate
your help and advice.  I REALLY didn't want to kill him."

	"There are other tools at your disposal," I replied, smiling.

	"I have a few minutes, and then I have a class to teach, so I'll be
on my way."  He extended his hand and I shook it and we parted company.

Jasper:

	I hurried up the hallway toward my quarters; my schedule didn't
support sex with Consuela at this point, despite the instructions I gave
Hernando.  I hadn't given him a whole lot of time to talk to Consuela,
either; when I burst into my quarters, they were talking in the main room.
"Go!" Hernando yipped, pointing, and went to his knees.  "Patron..."
Consuela took off at a dead run.

	"Never mind -- change of plan," I told him.  "Consuela!  Come back
here!"

	She stuck her head around the corner, "Patron?"

	"Come here.  Things have changed.  I need to be elsewhere."  I
beckoned her and she came cautiously forward.  "Stand there," I directed,
then circled her.  I'd had nothing done to them since their selection;
Hernando's belligerence made me think that I might have to send them all
away.  I went to stand beside Hernando.  "I think we'll back you both off ten
years to start.  AI, project this."  Life-size representations of Hernando
and Consuela appeared in the air before us, with Consuela on the other side.
"Let's keep the breasts -- properly supported, but not sticking straight out.
Let's keep them real -- bring them up a bit, but not anything stupid."
Apparently, Consuela's bust had increased markedly when she breast-fed
Guadalupe. The AI slid them slowly up the projection until I said, "There!"
and added,  "Remove the scars."  She had a Caesarian section scar and an
appendectomy or something, apparently.  I turned to Hernando, "Why were there
no more children after Guadalupe?"

	"I'm not sure, Patron."

	The AI announced, "Endometriosis has been diagnosed and will be
corrected as a matter of course."

	"Fine.  Do either of you have any invisible issues?" I asked.

	Consuela shook her head.  Hernando said, "No, Patron."

	"All right," I nodded.  "You can finish your talk with Consuela on
the way to Medical.  I have classes to teach.  And Hernando -- you can be a
bull, or you can be a steer, understand?  Right now, you're still a bull..."

	"Yes, Patron."  One look at the expression on his face said he got
it.  Consuela did, too.  It was a good jab and it hit the mark.

	"Go," I told them.  "Spend the time to get a good start on things.
I'll contact Medical and make sure they understand.  I'll see you all after
lunch.  Do you think Lupe requires anything?"

	"Minor things, Patron, maybe.  Scars or whatever," Consuela replied,
getting into the swing of things.  Guadalupe had a few acne scars -- and
might have other things.

	"Okay," I replied.  "I'll give them general guidance for her.  Take
her down there when she comes in, Hernando."  If I was planning this
correctly, Hernando and Guadalupe would be in Medical when I got back from
classes -- but Consuela would be available...  I waved them out ahead of me
and all but ran to class.

	No doubt the kids would have preferred to have gotten a vacation --
but it was more convenient for all concerned (except maybe for us teachers)
that they spend some structured time every day out from under their parents'
feet.  Pursuant to that, I was teaching two periods of history -- American
History to sixth graders and World History to seventh graders -- and a gym
class for male students.  American History almost started late due to the
Hernando issue.  Still, I had thirty young faces in front of me -- none nude.
American History was probably less than required at this point, since we were
in the process of resettling elsewhere -- but it was in the curriculum that
we had built to meet local standards.  I suspected that by the next term, it
would have been deleted and a more in-depth World History curriculum proposed
as a replacement.  There were still lessons to be learned from the home
world's past, after all...  I was working on computer animations and models
with the AI designed to make things more interactive and less dry and hoped
to have something that Ms. Epperson, the curriculum coordinator, would pass
on for next term...

	I had Lupe in World History -- that's how her family came to my
attention.  After class, I called her up.  "I had to be somewhat forceful
this morning, but I think your father and I are now on the same sheet of
music," I told her.  "After class, your father will take you to Medical for a
checkup.  Make sure they fix anything they need to -- old broken bones and
such."  Tactfully, I didn't mention her acne scars.  "I like this..." I waved
at her generally, "the way it is, so don't go thinking I want you to move up
a cup size or anything.  For now, we'll let nature take its course,
understand?"

	Lupe nodded.  "Yes, Sir."

	I held up a finger.  "Your mother is to stay in quarters.  Speak to
her, if you need to, about your needs -- but she stays home.  If your father
doesn't understand, have him call me."

	Guadalupe understood -- I could see it in her eyes.  "Yes, Sir."  She
hesitated.  "Sir..."

	"Speak to your father," I told her.  "Later, when we both have the
time, I'll ask you what he told you and we will see if his instructions
mirror mine -- okay, Honey?"

	"Yes, Sir."  She nodded tightly and ventured a smile.

	"Run along, then."

	Gym gave me a chance to settle down, somewhat.  There were a couple
of fourteen year old students in World History -- female, concubine-tracked
ones who were necessarily nude.  I would be a liar if I didn't admit that I
found them attractive, but they were also taken, as I understood it.  Boys
seventh-grade gym gave me an opportunity to cool off -- even if there were a
few male concubines present...  Frankly, I needed relief, but the Donovan kid
freaked me out a bit...

	"Mr. H?" he addressed me, wandering up.  I had two basketball courts
running.

	"Yes, Pete?"

	"Can we talk?"

	"What about?"

	"Well, Mom and I haven't been picked up yet," Pete said diffidently.

	"I'm sure someone will..." I began.

	"Maybe not -- it's Wednesday, you know," Pete replied, "And we get in
on Friday."

	"There will be opportunities at the colony," I assured him.

	He shrugged.  "For Mom, maybe."  He looked up.  "Hey, you know, I
know what guys have to do..."

	I assumed a guarded expression.  "Like what?"

	"You know -- suck and fuck...  I can do that, you know..."  He looked
uncomfortable -- but he wasn't a patch on me!

	"I, uh, I'm sure that's not required, Pete," I stammered.

	"Well, it's a little embarrassing, but if you want..."

	"Let's not -- this is a class, you know?" I said hurriedly.  "Perhaps
we can talk about it another time..."

	"Um, sure..."  Pete hung his head and hurried off, leaving me
wondering what had caused him to think I might be sexually interested in him.
Frankly, I wasn't surprised -- the poor boy had 'twink' practically tattooed
on his forehead -- but that didn't explain his approaching ME...  'How did
THAT happen?' I mumbled to myself.

	Well, I THOUGHT it was private...  <Peter has no father figures
except for you,> the AI let me know on our private channel.  <You DO tend to
examine the less hirsute and muscular concubine stock of all ages,> it added.
<This is observed behavior.  Your psych profile indicates...>

	'Uh, yeah, that's enough, I think...' I replied.  'If I start poking
the students, my credentials as a teacher will suffer.'

	<They needn't,> the AI replied.  <If you were to accept the boy's
mother, there would probably be no questions asked.  Clearly, you could
accept the boy, also, without his mother.>

	'Rumors would persist,' I noted, 'Especially in the second case.'
Was I entertaining this crazy idea?

	<The character of your use of a concubine owned by you is not a
subject for comment.  You may do as you wish.> the AI objected.

	'I am a teacher and in a position of trust where sex is concerned,' I
replied.

	<How is this different than the case of Guadalupe Montoya?  Peter
Donovan is of the correct age...>

	'But the wrong sex,' I replied.  'I can't procreate with him.'

	<He would provide genetic material for Guadalupe and Consuela
Montoya,> the AI argued, <Impregnation of his mother is also an option.
These are reasons to consider his offer.>

	'Yeah, right.  Show me his mother.'  The AI did so.  Cora Donovan was
a dime-a-dozen overweight matron with thin brown hair and washed out blue
eyes.  She had the pink cheeks I tend to associate with Irish drunks.  The
face wasn't awful, and the hands and feet were okay.  She looked doughy and
had big hooters.

	<Excellent motherhood scores,> the AI offered.

	'She smothered Pete to death,' I snorted.  'Does she drink?'

	<Not to excess.>

	'What's with the flush?'

	<A minor circulatory issue.>

	There was some kind of scrabble on Court Two and I blew my whistle
and waved to stop it, "Boys!"  During the period it took to get them moving
again, Cora Donovan's projection hung in the air, forgotten, until I started
back to my station.  "Damn!  No wonder they were giggling!" I erupted.  'Shut
that off!' I subvocalized.  The apparition winked out.  I looked around --
and found Pete looking back, naturally...  To say that I was bothered was to
understate the case.  I had a concubine slot left -- two, actually, since
taking in a family with a male was considered a wash -- and I should be
looking to take on some woman -- but Pete's offer simultaneously attracted
and repelled me.  Could I do... that?  What if I just took them on and
attempted to point Pete in another direction?  Did I dare do this in the
first place?  How much like a predator would it make me look?  And then there
were the Montoyas, with whom I really hadn't gotten out of the woods yet...

	The boy was right about one thing, though; It was Wednesday, and in
two days he and his mother would be separated.  I needed answers.  'See what
the Dean's availability for, say, mid-afternoon is,' I instructed the AI.

	Thirty seconds later, I got back, <You are scheduled for fifteen
hundred hours.>

	'Acknowledged.'  The AIs didn't seem to be into 'thanks.'

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	Pete came to me straight from the showers, of course.  "I saw you
looking at Mom, Mr. H."

	"Yeah, well... Tell me -- this other thing -- is it a lifestyle
choice or are you just trying to get Mom taken care of?" I asked.

	Pete cocked his head.  "What does that mean?"

	"Well...  What's the word on girls?"

	"They're okay, I guess."

	"For sleeping with?" I pressed.

	"Like, sex?" Pete asked.

	"Yeah."

	"Well, I haven't..." he admitted.

	"Okay..."  I drew a breath.  "What about the other thing?"

	"What other thing?"

	Clearly, I wasn't handling this well...  "Guys.  Sex."

	"Oh.  Yeah.  I've done it."

	"Giving?  Or receiving?"

	Pete looked around and said quietly, "Both, I guess.  I suck.  I
fuck.  I told you that, didn't I?"

	"Actually, you said you were willing to -- there's a difference," I
pointed out.

	"Oh.  Yeah, I guess."  He looked bothered.  "I, uh, like it on the
bottom."

	Yeah, okay.  Too much information....  No, I really needed to know,
come to think of it...

	"I really don't do that," I told him.  "If I were to take you on, you
would have to try out girls.  I might need for you to make one or two of them
pregnant occasionally."

	Pete thought about it.  "Um, yeah, well, I could try..."

	I puffed out a breath.  "I have a reputation as a teacher to uphold.
How many guys know for sure?"

	"Nobody at school," Pete replied, and blushed a bit.  "I like older
guys."

	I rubbed my face.  "Look, this is complicated for me.  I'm a teacher
-- the whole thing could crash just because of that.  I'd be looking to help
you and your mother -- I don't know about the other thing.  You know I have
Lupe Montoya's folks, right?"

	"No kidding?  He's a big guy, right?"

	"And very macho," I replied.  "He might take it into his head to
stomp you if you offered..."  This was NOT going to plan...  "What about
Lupe?"

	"I like Lupe..."  Not, 'she's hot...' or anything like that; the vibe
said they might discuss a guy's ass...

	"Look, Pete -- I'll think about this, but no promises.  What you're
asking is outside my comfort zone."

	"Please, Mr. H!  You're my only hope!" Pete pled.

	"The Dean could say no right off the bat," I told him.  "I'm a
teacher in a position of trust -- I might have to stop teaching gym, for
instance, if someone decided I was interested in boys..."

	Pete hung his head.  "Yeah, well -- it's worth a try, right?"

	"I'll see what I can do -- but like I said, no promises!"  I waved
him off.  Shaking my head, I got ready to leave the gym.  If Pete wasn't gay,
he thought he was -- and depending on who else knew that, things could get
dicey...  I cleared my mind and refocused on Consuela Montoya.

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	Consuela was where she was supposed to be; she got out of a chair and
went to her knees when I arrived.  Medical had carved off the excess above
her hipbones -- something I've heard referred to as 'saddlebags' -- and
trimmed her down some.  She was still good-sized, but she was curvy rather
than dumpy.  They'd taken some of the flour sack shapelessness out of the
breasts, too, making them resemble fat cones more.  Her features had been
thicker, too; they were still wide, but not as fleshy.  She hadn't been that
bad to start -- she had Cora Donovan beat all to Hell -- but she was looking
good now, if you like curvy gals -- and I do...  I approached her and got up
close and personal, collecting one of her hooters.  (Don't ask me why I call
them that -- too much time in the restaurant, I guess.)

	"Patron," she said carefully, "Hernando and I have spoken and I know
that things have changed and he more clearly knows his place, but..."

	I pursed my lips.  Consuela wanted to know if I was taking the
coward's way out.  "AI, get me Hernando."

	"Patron?" Hernando's voice came over the air.

	"I am with Consuela," I related.  "Is this a surprise to you?"

	Hernando sounded martyred.  "No Patron."

	"I know that I indicated that I would not burden you with this any
more than I must, but Consuela was concerned that I was here..."  I thought
about it, working on the phrasing, "...like a thief in the night."

	"Consuela," Hernando barked.  "I pay a price for our patronage and
you pay a different price.  Do not make mine heavier.  I know he is there and
I know what for.  Would you shame me by making me watch?"

	"Dios!  No!"

	"Then do not ask this question again.  The subject is closed.  When
our patron comes for you, you give him what he wants -- and our discussion is
limited to you telling me that he has called for you.  He has said he will
not shame me with these things unnecessarily unless I am unworthy -- do not
force his hand."

	'AI, there is no visual feed in that direction, is there?' I asked.

	<No.>

	'Don't provide one.'  If Hernando was going to behave, he needn't
watch me play with Consuela's hooters.

	"I understand, mi amor.  I am sorry.  I didn't know..." Consuela
babbled.

	"It is clear to me who is boss and who takes what is his," Hernando
told her.  "This has been presented to me in such a way that even one as
hard-headed as I can understand it.  Again, our Patron did this in private,
mano a mano, to prevent me from being shamed before you and Guadalupe.  I did
not understand him before -- and I made terrible mistakes -- but I do now,
and I will not repeat them.  Do not shame me before him by not doing YOUR
job..."

	"I understand."  Consuela hung her head.  "I am sorry."

	"Let's close the book on this," I said.  "Hernando, I need an hour or
so; please take Lupe to lunch if you need to."

	"Yes, Patron."  I cut the connection.

	"What do you want of me?" Consuela asked.

	I settled into a chair and waved her over close to me.  "I have to
deal with Hernando in a particular way," I told her.  "I really do not want
to deal with you in the same manner.  I don't know how clear this is..."

	She cocked her head.  "Not very, Patron."

	"Okay.  What I want."  I ticked things off on my fingers.  "Your
body.  Children.  Your loyalty.  And a piece of your heart.  The first three,
you owe me -- they are in our basic contract.  The fourth, I can't demand
from you, but I hope you will give me."

	She pursed her lips.  "What about Hernando?"

	"He understands.  Do you?  I know that you went to training, right?
Who is first?  Not in your heart -- who is first according to our agreement?"

	Her face cleared.  "You are."

	"Right.  The ugly truth is that I allow you and Hernando to remain
together -- and I don't have to.  But I have committed to making it work.
Hernando has, too.  I hope you see the benefit in that."

	"I do," she nodded, and she slid her hands along my trouser legs.
"What do you want, now?"

	"Oral sex?  I really didn't get deep into your skills...  Do you do
that?  If we have the regular kind, I won't last very long because I have
done without for some time..." I muttered, embarrassed.

	"I do that."  She went after my fly, suddenly very practical.  "Since
you didn't really think before you accepted Hernando and me, what motivated
you?"  She looked up, her eyes twinkling, "Lupe?"

	I grimaced in embarrassment.  "It isn't like it sounds, but yes."

	"She will be flattered -- you are her favorite teacher."  Consuela
figured out the drop-flap on my pants; Confed uniforms use this thing like
old navy uniforms where there a whole front panel replaces the zipper -- but
instead of buttons, they have a seal.  "Oh, my!  Do not show this to
Hernando..." she said, grasping my erection.

	I blinked.  "Why?"

	"He is not... gifted..."

	Well, I'd had a little added, actually -- about an inch or so.  "Is
it a problem?"

	<Penile length for Hernando Montoya is five point two nine inches.>
the AI supplied helpfully.

	"No."  She took it in both hands and did this twisting stroke thing
and I got to be like steel.  'We do not speak of it, but I did not come to my
marriage bed totally ignorant."  I couldn't believe how calmly she was
treating things...

	Subvocally, I told the AI, 'Have Medical tube him and bring him up to
six inches.'  Aloud, I said, "You should speak of it to me, sometime -- I
want to know."

	"Yes, Patron."  She rolled her lips over my knob and I bit mine --
and it didn't help.  I searched frantically for a tactic that would allow me
control for about six seconds, then let off in her mouth like a teenager
getting his first suck!  While I groaned and shuddered, Consuela milked me
dry and sat back, unperturbed.  "How long has it been, Patron?"

	"Months."

	"We will fix THAT!"

	"God, I hope so!"

	"About Lupe," Consuela asked, slowly jacking me back to full
hardness.  "What do you plan to do with her?"

	"There are rules, and I plan to live by them," I replied.  "Nothing,
if she wants nothing from me -- but if she asks, I won't deny her."

	"And in a very few months, when she reaches her fourteenth year?"
Consuela pressed.

	"At this point, if she asks, I plan to accept her," I replied.  "I
said as much to Hernando.  I also told him that I would not be circumspect
with her as I plan to be with you, since he would have to give her up to
another man soon, anyway."

	"How long do you plan to hide what we do?" Consuela asked.

	"Until he stops having heartburn over it.  Do you think bringing in
another woman would help?" I asked.

	She eyed me sidelong.  "Would he be rooster to this hen?"

	"For the sake of argument, yes.  What do you think?"

	"I think his heads -- both of them -- would swell very large, and he
would not concern himself so much over my activities."  She smiled, slyly.

	"I'm surprised at how you are handling this," I murmured.

	She shrugged philosophically.  "I am not a man.  Machismo is not my
concern.  There is much to be grateful for."  She licked my knob like an ice
cream cone and added, musing, "More all the time, I think.  Can we fuck now?"