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OTEC_FrankiesDecision
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

	[ 96 Eskimo style ]

It was Monday night, Kay was off doing sex research, Vin was sleeping 
with his mother.
More accurately, they were in bed together sharing sex, they enjoyed an 
Eskimo style special bond,
sleep would come only after sexual exhaustion.
Only some fathers and daughters can come close to appreciating the 
unique and special thing,
a mother and her son can share.
Most men spend a lifetime dating women who remind them of their mother, 
trying in vain to capture the
incredible thing they missed.

Having shared sex for over four hundred years, Vin and his mother, 
qualified as an old married couple,
able to carry on a conversation, while joined sexually.
"Do you remember the small government communication station, where we 
spent the winter
while I was in the second grade?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember, the whole station in an uproar when my father got men 
to rush in to the house next door,
exposing my half-Eskimo friend as he was fucking his Eskimo mother?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember us coming home from a movie, finding five or six Eskimo 
men sitting in our living room,
patiently waiting for us to arrive?"
"I remember it vividly."
"Have you ever wondered why such a simple thing, would produce so vivid, 
a memory?"
"Because it upset your father so completely?"
"Perhaps ... but I suspect your subconscious realized there was more to it."
"I don't understand."
"You didn't then, but you do now.
When Eskimo men come calling, they are expecting the man of the house to 
share his wife with them.
Do you remember having fantastic sex with my father after the men left?"
"Yes, he was a man possessed."
"if you think he was possessed then, wait till you see what happens to 
him this time."
"I'm not following you."
"Last time the hypocrite screwed you half the night, turned on, thinking 
about watching you fuck strangers."
"And?"
"And now you have a chance to travel backwards in time, changing 
history, will you take it?
"Change history in what way?"
"You can show your husband and your boys how a proper lady entertains 
house guests, in her living room?"
"What are you suggesting?"
"You fuck the five Eskimo men this time?"
"What about my children?"
"Your decision to make, obviously we let them watch, you can fuck them, 
or fuck them later, your call."
"Oh! Dear God, Yes! Living with you the last four centuries has given me 
time for reflection.
Any mother who does not have sex with her son has let twisted Christian 
theologians rob her of years of sexual pleasure.
I deeply regret not having sex with you till your were thirty years old.
And a chance to cuckold your father, forcing the hypocritical bastard to 
watch me fucking five Eskimo men in front of my children ... well what can 
I say, I will do anything for a chance to do this!
At the time, I was too clanked up to imagine such a thing, much less do 
it, and I had no control over your father, and I lacked the will to 
leave him.
You are giving me a chance to go back in time, repairing the damage I 
have done, giving me a chance to get it right this time, a chance to 
have sex with my two boys, showing them sex is good, not shameful and bad."
Vin's mother was quivering in orgasm so he had to wait before she could 
continue.
"How do we get my ass-hole husband to go along with all this?"
"Leave that to me. Take my hand, we are going on a trip."

Vin reloaded the necessary OTEC backup tapes, creating a small fast 
slice, located on an island in the middle of a river, north of the 
Arctic Circle.
There was no lock on the door, the living room was dark, even before the 
light was turned on, the smell of fish betrayed the presence of Eskimo 
men sitting on the living room sofa.
Vin was wearing his father's body, he could feel the man's awareness 
quivering in the back of his mind.
His father had developed a sudden belief in demonic possession, fighting 
frantically to regain control of his body, trying desperately to stop 
the obscene plan he saw in Vin's mind.
He was becoming increasingly frantic, realizing he was powerless to keep 
his children from watching
his wife having public sex with a room full of Eskimo men.

Vin was tempted to simultaneously give his four-hundred-year-old mother 
total control of Frankie's twenty-year-old body, guaranteeing her 
children would received a mind blowing sexual demonstration.
however, Vin felt it would be more fun, during the first few minutes at 
least, keeping his Mom in the background, unable to control Frankie's 
body making, unable to make decisions for her.
This was Frankie's moment, her opportunity to break chains.

Vin turned the lights on, smiling at the Eskimo men, who nodded gravely.
Eskimo men do not show much open emotion.

He swept Frankie into his arms, kissing her passionately.
At first, she was stiff and unresponsive, but gradually softened, 
becoming sexually aroused.
Vin stepped back, ogling her, gazing at her figure, admiring her 
nineteen-fifty-era hairdo and dress.
She looked up at him, unsure, as he began massaging her pubic mound, 
aware her two boys
and five Eskimo men were watching with great interest.

"You will demonstrate how a proper lady entertains house guests in her 
living room."
She returned an uncertain nod, causing Vin to smile.
"Afterwards, you will share yourself with them." He said with a straight 
face.
He was rewarded with an expression of shocked understanding.
Before Frankie could speak, Vin took her by the arm leading her across 
the room to face the seated men.
He let go her arm, leaving Frankie sitting on the footstool, wearing a 
dumbfounded crooked smile.

Frankie was trembling with apprehension, looking at the Eskimo men, they 
were in the middle of nowhere, there were no police to call.
Only the station manager outranked her abusive, dictatorial husband.
His power over her was absolute.

Vin was taking no chances Frankie might bolt for the bathroom, locking 
the door.
He he was holding a chemical hammer she could not see, having borrowed 
the genetic coding from almost a doxen seasonal placental mammals, 
giving him the human analogue of the raging hormones that make bitch 
dogs in heat, frantic for sex.
He was prepared to release the dozen mammalian hormones, causing her 
Vagina to open like a night flower, giving her a world-class wide-on, 
and the legs that would not support her weight.
Vin did not have to swing his chemical hammer, Frankie slowly raised her 
eyes, smiling shyly at the men.
Her stiff posture slowly relaxing, as she leaned back, her skin taking 
on a marvelous pink tone.
Everyone in the room, children included, was aware of Frankie's 
increasing sexual arousal, knowing with absolute certainty the woman, 
sitting on the Ottoman, had made her decision:
She was going to fuck the five Eskimo men.
Vin stood behind her, smiling at the men, sharing the moment with them.

Only children of such men can truly understand why Vin would tortured 
his alcoholic, sexually abusive father.
He let the screaming prisoner trapped in the back of his mind, almost 
but not quiet, regain control of the hand, that was slowly reaching for 
the zipper on the back of his wife's dress.
Everyone in the room heard the sound the zipper made, watching Frankie 
tremble as her back was exposed.

"Boys! Go to your room!"
"No!
Stay!
You are old enough to stay up late watching a proper lady entertain 
house guests.
Go to the closet, drag your mother's ironing board out, help me set it up,
Your mother will hold your hand as she lies on her ironing board."

A triple whammy struck Frankie from three directions simultaneously.
Vin had swung his chemical hammer.
While announcing she would hold her children's hands, Vin switched 
Frankie's pleasure center full-on,
as a massive dose of tabby cat in heat hormones raced through her system.
Frankie was not the same woman she had been moments before, realizing 
white women do not let their children watch them fucking a room full of 
men, she had accepted she was an Eskimo mother now.
There was no going back, Frankie now viewed what she was about to do as 
an act of love.
She was about to share something beautiful with her children, she was no 
longer a proper christian white woman, and could never return to being one.
Her metaphysical hymen had ruptured as the obscene suggestion was thrust 
into her mind, rammed home, by a tidal wave of sexual feel-good hormones.
Only slightly in control of her own body, she swayed slightly, as though 
she had been whacked upside the head with a two by four.
Frankie recovered quickly, smiling wickedly at her two small boys, 
knowing their mother was a total slut, pulling her dress up to her 
armpits, spreading her legs, exposing her pink nylon panties, savoring 
her children's undivided attention as she leaned back, pulled her 
panties off.

"This is where babies come from." She said, maintaining eye contact with 
her Google eyed children,
spreading her legs wide, holding her vagina open.
"Do as your father says, prove you are old enough for sex education.
There are women who do this sort of thing and it is time you know your 
mother is such a woman.
I will let you watch, I will hold you by the hand as do it.
You will be allowed to watch as your mother having multiple sex partners 
... but only if you help your father set up the ironing board I will use."
The two boys ran for the closet, returning moments later with their 
mothers, ironing board.
Vin leaned the ironing board against the wall, before returning to the 
woman on the Ottoman.
Frankie was leaning back, holding her vagina open, smiling at the men 
sitting on the sofa before her.
The Eskimo men watched stoically, her two small boys watching open 
mouthed as their mother,
set up, raising her arms over her head, allowing Vin to pull her cotton 
dress off.
She was dressed only in a white cotton bra , smiling at her audience.
"Boys, your first sex education, homework assignment is to unhook your 
mother's brazier.
No, it unfastens around the back.
That's better.
No, one of you push the straps together, as the other one unhooks, the 
fasteners.
That's good, now pull it up over my head.
Suddenly Frankie's breasts were free, save for her shoes and socks, she 
was naked, smiling at the men on the sofa , making eye contact with each 
man in turn, letting them look into her eyes, letting them know
she was woman enough to fuck all of them.
She stood, proudly naked, taking her children by the hand, moving out of 
the way, as her husband pushed the Ottoman, to the side, laying the 
ironing board on the floor in its place.
Vin continued, letting the silently screaming husband almost but not 
quiet, regain control of his hands
as he set the ironing board up, smiling at the Eskimo men, adjusting the 
ironing board/sex table to the
correct height. Eskimos are not tall people.

Vin placed the foot of the ironing board facing the sofa, within arms 
reach of the seated men.
As her two boys watched, open mouthed, Frankie squatted naked over the 
blunt end of the ironing board, slowly lowering herself, leaning back, 
spreading her legs, producing wide smiles from the stoic men.
As her husband began undressing, she raised her head, smiling at her 
audience, instructing her two boys  how to hold her vagina open.
Telling them, they were showing the seated Eskimo men where they had 
come from.

"Boys as you continue holding me open your will see your father place 
his penis inside me, I will rock my hips, exciting him, causing him to 
place his seed inside me.
I am about to show you how a man and a woman make a baby.
Tomorrow, when your father is at work, we will play house, I will let 
each of you be the daddy.
You will see what it feels like to have your penis inside a vagina."
And indeed she did, making all the appropriate sounds, rocking her hips 
enthusiastically, obviously enjoying putting on a live sex show for her 
children and five Eskimo men.
Vin squirted semen onto Frankie's mound of dark pubic hair, dribbling 
some onto her vaginal lips.
He climbed off, turning, facing his audience, who was displaying genuine 
emotion by this time.
Frankie reached up, taking each of her small boys by the hand as Vin 
made the universal hand signal, opening his empty hands, fingers pointed 
toward Frankie's vagina, making a slight pushing motion, offering his 
wife's freshly fucked cunt to them.
Frankie helped, raising her head, smiling, making them feel welcome.
The Eskimos looked at each other, one of them standing, undressing, 
displaying his erection, stepping forward, smiling at Frankie's wide 
eyed children, turning to the side, showing them his erection, making 
exaggerated hip motions, stroking it for their benefit, giving them time 
to move so they had a good view of him sliding his uncircumcised penis 
into their mother's vagina.
Vin made eye contact, with the woman on the ironing board, releasing her 
chemical restraints,
making her a free woman.
Vin held his breath, beleaving Frankie would not shove her lover back, 
leaping to her feet, running into the bathroom, locking the door.
He saw flabbergasted understanding, realization, a brief flash of anger 
and disgust, and finally
a shy smile, as she began rocking her hips, matching her sex partner 
thrust for thrust.
"I love you." Vin said, bending slowly, tenderly kissing the lips of the 
woman before him, feeling his love for her, feeling her return that 
love, as the ironing board turned sex machine vibrated beneath her.
"So do you wish we had done this years ago, wife swapping, while you 
were pregnant with your our child?"
"Yes." She replied with a simple honesty.
"Are you happy we are not raising our two boys in sexual ignorance?"
"Dear God yes!" Frankie said, unable to hear her former husband, 
screaming silently in the back of Vin's mind, as she pulled each boy to 
her, in turn, kissing him full on the mouth, staring into his eyes,
sharing her love and lust for him, with him, letting him participate, 
joining her ongoing sex act, making it a three way with an Eskimo who 
was fucking her like a rabbit.

Eskimos are they most oversexed people on the planet, they began gang 
fucking Frankie with considerable skill, and great enthusiasm, their 
brown, uncircumcised penises, bringing her great pleasure.
Frankie was not a starfish, she was a highly vocal, enthusiastic fuck, 
letting go of her children, throwing her arms around each partner, 
rocking her hips like a machine, matching each brown uncircumcised penis 
stroke for stroke, producing almost as much sound and motion as an 
Argentinian woman with an electrified vagina.
As a new sex partner stepped forward, she turned her head to the side, 
making eye contact with her children, projecting love and lust.
"Don't just stand there, suck your mother's tits while the next one 
fucks me!"
Six horny men were able to fuck Frankie continuously, her ironing board 
making mechanical sounds,
vibrating noticeably, threatening to collapse, as she squealed with 
delight, arms around each partner,
matching him thrust for thrust, holding eye contact, obviously having 
the time of her life.
Vin eventually, had to go to the bathroom.
He returned, finding Frankie's two small children were now naked.
An Eskimo man had his hands around, the oldest boys chest, holding him 
off the ground.
Holding him so he could fuck his mother.
Frankie was reaching down, touching her eldest son, her hips rocking as 
she fucked the tiny boy.
Mother and son, looking into each others eyes amazed at the lust, love 
and affection mirrored there.
"I am glad I am old enough to help you fuck men! I love you so!" Her 
eldest son, declared for all to hear.
His mother was unable to reply, a second Eskimo had placed her youngest 
son on his mother's chest,
scooting him forward.
Frankie looked into her boys eyes, marveling at his incredible lust, as 
she closed her lips around the
four-year-old boy's penis, looking up, smiling at the Circle of Eskimos, 
as she began bobbing her head,
giving the tiny boy a first-rate blow job.
Frankie had never seen, even in photograph, an uncircumcised penis, she 
knew Eskimos
rubbed noses, but was unsure what else they rubbed.
It was done gently, giving her the opportunity to shake her head.
Frankie opened her mouth, probing the foreskin with her tongue, as a 
second penis, with intact
foreskin probed her vagina.
She looked up at Vin, seeing and sharing the incredible lust he saw there.
Vin bent close, whispering in his mother's ear.
"I am not your husband, he would never allow you to do this.
I am your eldest son, I have traveled backwards in time five hundred 
year, taking control of your husband's body, so I could share this day 
of lust with you."
"Whoever you are, I love you, can you keep control of his body, I don't 
want my old husband back ... ever!"
"Yes."

They gang fucked her all night long.
After her husband left for work, and the Eskimos had departed, Frankie 
and her naked children
crawled into bed, sleeping past noon.
Frankie spent the afternoon, getting to know her children. All children 
are fascinated with the forbidden fruit
of sexual knowledge. She showed them her breasts, explaining their 
function, letting them feel and suckle. Her two boys were fascinated 
with female urination, demanding to let them watch every time she went 
to the bathroom.
But most of all, they were fascinated with where babies came from.
Frankie let them stroke her cervix, explaining to them, what a womb was, 
letting them reach as far into her
vagina as they could.
But  mainly they "played house"  helping their naked mother with her 
housework, stopping every ninety minutes or so allowing the two boys 
could take turns being "daddy" stroking their tiny rock hard penises in 
their mothers vagina.

Two days later, Frankie put on a freshly ironed house-dress, with no 
underwear, feeling fresh and clean.
Her eldest son had filled her bulging red rubber douche bag with warm 
water and vinegar.
Filled with pride at their accomplishment her two boys had taken turns 
douching their mother,
her youngest son reaching in almost to his shoulder, carefully cleaning 
his mother's vagina,
knowing she was getting ready to take them next door, visiting the 
Eskimo woman who lived there.

Sitting on the sofa, Frankie motioned the half Eskimo boy over, taking 
him by the hand, gently pulling
him close.
She began kissing the woman's ten-year-old boy, looking up, watching the 
mothers expression as she
began sexually molesting her son.
She saw shocked understanding: some white women have sex with children also.
She began undressing the boy, lying back on the sofa, hiking her dress 
up, exposing her mound of pubic hair, and motherly vagina, spreading her 
legs, looking up at the woman, smiling at her, as her son climbed on 
top, penetrating her, with his four inch uncircumcised penis.
Frankie smiled, looking up, watching the Eskimo mother stoop, undressing 
the two small boys, stroking their tiny rock-hard penises.
The two women began spending several hours each day, visiting each 
others homes, sharing Eskimo style.
Frankie was able to convince the station manager's wife and one other 
woman who engaged in
wife swapping to join them, sharing the brown four inch uncircumcised 
penis mounted on a
ten-year-old half-Eskimo boy, who thought he had died and gone to 
heaven, servicing four adult women.
After about a month, Frankie had the Eskimo woman reached out to the 
Eskimo community.
The four women were naked taking turns with the children as seven naked 
Eskimo men entered the room.
Frankie and her next-door neighbor began copulating with them 
immediately, the other two women
hesitated briefly, before joining in, lust winning out over racial 
prejudice.

Vin rapidly took control of the tiny civil service radio communications 
station.
They would make house calls, delivering fresh baked bread to couples.
He would redo Frankie's first night with the Eskimos.
Vin would take over the husband's body, filling the wife's body with 
massive hormones causing the House Frau to tear, her clothes off, 
fucking Vin while her children watched, before ordering her children
to join in.
Frankie would gently undress the children as they watched their mother 
having sex
with Vin and their father.
In the Eskimo tradition they were gentle, with the children, never 
hurting them, never making them
cry out, never forcing them to do anything they did not want to do.
Eskimos are a fierce people, who would kill anyone who hurt their children.

Within a month Vin had the entire population of the station, men women 
and children attending
regular sex orgies in the general purpose room, used for church services 
on Sunday.
Racial prejudice refused to go away.
In the the beginning at least, Eskimos were not invited.
Vin's solution to racial prejudice, a Polish wedding, the entire station 
watching a live sex show.
One white woman volunteer, being gang fucked by multiple Eskimo men.

The station women would meet for coffee, discussing, who would bring 
meat or salad items
to the Saturday potluck, and after the potluck, what would make a good 
live sex show, and who would do it.
One woman would always put on a live sex show, getting everyone in the mood.
Sometimes, but not always, the live sex show woman was also the Polish 
bride.
There were no rules.
Once they brought a twelve-year-old girl, announcing that Vin would 
deflower her in the center of the room.

On this day it was the station managers blonde wife, on her hands and 
knees, fucking Vin's hunting dog,
as a room full of people watched, shouting encouragement.
Once Pauline and Roger had finished warming up the crowd, attention 
transferred to Frankie and her boys.
A green folding Army Cot had replaced the Podium at the front of the room.
Frankie's two boys were undressing their mother, beaming with pride, 
their attractive mother
was the Polish bride to-be.
Over the  next four hours they were going to watch their mother fuck 
thirty five men.
The men were lined up, naked, five boatloads of Eskimo men had crossed 
from the town up river on hearing the news, Frankie would be the 
Saturday afternoon Polish bride.
They waited patiently as Frankie let her two boys go first, they were 
too young to ejaculate, but they thrust their tiny  penises into their 
mothers vagina vigorously, as the Eskimo men smiled, waiting patiently.
Eskimos understand and respect the special sexual bond between mothers 
and sons.

I wondere how many Eskimos it will be next week. Vin thought.
The day before he had a M�nage � trois with the twelve-year-old girl and 
her mother.
As her mother looked on, beaming with pride, her eighty pound girl 
announced she was ready to be a Polish bride, declaring proudly she had 
sex with twenty two men the previous Saturday, and prefered men with 
uncircumcised penises.
Vin pulled himself back to the present, looking down at a small child, 
stroking his mother sexually.
I was cute and sexy when I was six years old. Vin thought, admiring himself.
"We have the sexiest mom in the world." Frankie's oldest boy said, 
meaning every word of it, as he slid four fingers into his mothers 
vagina, gently massaging her clitoris, with his thumb, looking up at her 
lovingly.
And I knew how to treat a woman. Vin thought.
Six-year-old Vin was not the only boy touching his mother at that 
moment, in the Eskimo tradition prepubescent children were encouraged to 
fondle adult genitalia.
Everyone got naked for the potluck meal, children ate first, rapidly 
clearing their plates, the children's hour
was about to begin.

As adults circulated, eating and drinking, children would scamper about 
underfoot, reaching up
stroking adult genitals, doing their best to be noticed, accepted in the 
world of adult sexuality.
In the Eskimo way children were not excluded from adult sex play.
They self selected, girls who were big enough, lay on their backs, 
spreading their legs.
Small children had a separate orgy off to the side, aping the adult 
behavior they were witnessing.

Vin enjoyed watching social women engaging in small talk, with no hint 
on their pleasant faces,
a young boy was fisting her shoulder deep.
Men would engage the women in polite conversation, drinking ginger ale, 
face impassive as a
six-year-old girl gave them a blow job.
Young girls, of all ages, would stroke a man's penis, as he watched the 
live sex show.
Sometimes the sex show was an adult gang bang, as all of the boys did 
one of the mothers.
Sometimes, young girls were the sex show, a proud mother standing beside 
her three-year-old daughter,
as four-year-old boys gang banged her.


"Wow! We should take a trip together more often!" Vin's mother declared, 
when they were back in bed together.
"You have a date." Vin promised, penetrating her thrusting vigorously.
"My! You are all fired up!"
"Memories."
"Sexy ones?"
"Incredibly sexy, you have continuous memories of our last six months in 
the far north.
My memories just updated a matter of seconds ago.
When we shut the slice down I acquired all the recent memories of me as 
a six year old boy fucking his mother, and the next-door neighbor.
I was convinced my tiny dick was going to explode when you pulled your 
dress up to your armpits,
showing me your marvelous cunt.
I thought my mind was going to melt when you held my hand while fucking 
a room full of men."
"I thought your tiny dick was going to explode when the Eskimo picked 
you up."
"We owe him a debt of gratitude, he did not ask either of us if it was 
right or proper, he just picked me up,
pushing my stiff dick into your vagina."
"I thought it was great ... then and now." She said, throwing her arms 
around her eldest son, smiling,
as he shuddered in climax squirting scalding hot semen into his mother.

	[ 97 moving to Valhalla, permanently ]

Vin never cease to be amazed at what he was able to accomplish accidentally.
In try to re-create Fleet Week in Las Vegas he had inadvertently created 
the world's largest ladies club.
He had tried to help Madame Cathie's house of pain, with women offering 
their public service as bondage
and discipline sex slaves in front of her establishment.
Women, convicted of serious crimes were sometimes offered "public 
service" as a way to pay is their
"debt to society". The Emperor was high justice, offering "suggestions" 
to the lower courts.
He suggested at least one of the key west establishments was willing to 
accept public service,
from women who requested it.
After four hundred years, observing the human condition Vin should have 
been able to predict dog owners would bring their animals in large 
numbers, watching their favorite pet having sex with women in bondage.
He also did not predict housewives volunteered in surprising numbers, 
masquerading as convicted women,
putting themselves in a position where they could not say no, to 
performing impossible sex acts.
Vin was amazed, that he had retained the capacity to be amazed.

Vin decided to emulate Roman society which had around twelve formal 
categories of prostitute, the lower of whom performed with animals.
Vin had Lady Kathy's staff contact housewives who had already 
volunteered at Madame Dusards.
He had well-written articles placed in women's magazines describing the 
Roman practices.
He placed discrete advertisements widely, advertising for women with 
special interests, interested
in financially rewarding work.
He was not amazed when Lady Kathy and Beatrice answered his advertisement.

Vin opened Zoophilia in Key West.
Small "thumbnail" images were posted on the Internet, but no high definition
real-time moving pictures.
Vin had re-created Caligula's coliseum.
People could only watch live sex shows, in person.
They had a modified donkey cart with the floorboards cutaway in a 
"swallowtail" V, allowing a woman,
on her back, ankles strapped to widely separated posts, to hang 
suspended, Vagina held open.
A blonde fourteen year old "slave girl" would be rolled out, her legs 
strapped so far apart the inner
pinkness of her cunt was visible.
The donkey would be unstrapped, led forward for the audience to admire.
  As the audience began to chanting "Do it! ... Do it! ", the full sized 
donkey would be led to the back of the donkey cart.
The Donkey would throw his hooves on the back of the card, scooting forward.
Vin would stand at the head of the cart, looking down into his wife's 
beautiful blue eyes,
as she smiled up at him, watching her look of joy as the gigantic penis 
penetrated her balls deep.
Reports that one spectacle is said to have included "a hundred tiny 
blonde girls being raped
simultaneously by a horde of baboons" was exaggerated. ( Vin used only 
twenty three tiny blonde girls. )
After the show it was the amateur hour, with the audience having sex 
with tiny blonde girls,
animal performers, and each other.
The special class of prostitutes who did animals were not low class 
Roman slaves, there were
Vin's wives and daughters, the steering committee and any number of hand 
picked whores, a special class of women.
Women born to do live sex shows, fucking large animals on stage before a 
crowd of well-dressed men and women.
Zoophilia was on the east side of Key West, with a channel connecting 
the basement to the ocean.
Vin imported Sue and her friends from OTEC.
He resumed having regular sex with his good friend, the female dolphin 
named Sue.
		_____

Vin's junior wives got to spend the night with him, but Senior Wife, 
Lady Kathy got a day and a night.
They took turns, on Lady Kathy's week they toured art museums and 
attended Broadway stage plays,
eating quiche in boutique restaurants, spending the night in a bed, and 
breakfast.
It was Vin's week so they were attending some of the thirty thousand 
islands in Lake Huron.
Vin felt nothing was better than a sailboat for "getting away from it all".
Their forty foot sloop was snuggly moored in a tiny harbor, allowing 
them uninterrupted time together
below decks, Vin even had quiche in the refrigerator.

"I am bone tired."
"Not surprising, considering what the Car company CEO's daughter did to 
you last night."
"No, she just makes my dick tired."
"I am bone weary from carrying the world on my shoulders like Atlas.
I thought moving everyone inside, after we sent mankind to the stars, 
would make things easier.
I thought eliminated VMAT2 liberals would make stable government possible.
I'm not sure I have actually accomplished anything.

It is a full-time job, keeping people from selling their neighbors 
wealth and liberties, for a slice of apple pie.
I am actually deifying the will of the people, keeping them from selling 
themselves and their neighbors,
to any charlatan, promising them entitlements for free.
Some of my people have had me as their emperor for over three hundred 
years, time enough
for them to see with their own eyes, wealth and liberty are not safe 
while the legislature is in session.
Increasingly, I feel I should just vacate this slice, leaving it 
running, letting "democracy" run wild, enslaving
the people.
Maybe if they ask me real nice, I will come back in a couple of 
centuries giving their wealth and liberty back."
"Sounds like you need a vacation."
"A vacation won't do it, every Wednesday, Edith drags me off for two or 
three weeks in Valhalla.
My job is denying my citizens their desire for the self enslavement they 
call democracy.
Knowing I will, ultimately return to this job makes any vacation 
unfulfilling."
"Do you intend moving to Valhalla, permanently?"
"Yes, I would like to sit down with you, Kay and of coarse Jams, looking 
at our options.
if we suspend the slice, no one will know they no longer exist.
If I just a step away, the portals will quit running, and everyone will 
return to a nineteenth century
agrarian economy, it will take them a thousand years to get to the point 
where their world government
is big enough to take everything they have.
If I leave the portals running, the malignancy of ever growing taxes and 
government will bring
starvation and cannibalism within three centuries.
James and I have run literally millions of computer models, democracy is 
code for self enslavement."
"Are there no other choices?"
"Quite the opposite we are presented with insurmountable opportunities. 
I can work with James,
putting everyone in a mundane hell. Rather than running their personal 
hell for a quarter of a million years,
like we do, making Zen masters, we can give them a couple of hundred 
years watching what happens
when you give someone the power to tax, spend and borrow without limit.

"Liberals are the problem, not the solution, the easy fix is just to 
dump them, copy all the conservatives
into a separate slice, and get on with life.
A harder fix It is to repair the liberals, making them polka-dot so they 
can identify themselves, and each other, realizing they are the problem, 
not the solution.
"What would liberals wearing freckles accomplish?"
After all these centuries my first wife does not understand the two 
basic truths that power, the universe."
"And those two truths are?"
"Conservatives are born with free flowing anger and can think.
Liberals are born with free-flowing guilt and can feel.
Stable government is the art of keeping the conservatives from thinking 
Nazi-ism is a good thing.
Preventing them from shooting their way into power, is fairly 
straightforward, you just need a competent secret police.
The liberals are the real problem, their free-flowing guilt produces 
agony to the point of torture.
They want the rest of us to do "something" even if that something 
guarantees for their grandchildren
will live in a police state.
What they must have is a metaphysical Unguentine Burn Ointment for their 
searing third-degree agony, produced by their ability to "feel other 
people's pain".
When a callused conservative, like myself, unable to "feel other 
people's pain" comes along, holding the reins of power, that person must 
be brought down at all costs."
"Sounds like you have given this matter some thought."
"Yes I have already worked with James debugging the liberal mundane hell 
code."
"You intend to produce a billion Zen Masters?"
"No need to go to extremes, in classical mundane hell you oscillate from 
one life as a civil servant,
the next live, suffering under their rule.
With the modified code, there is no oscillation, only suffering.
Each individual, is the only resident in their private hell, they are 
given infinite opportunity
to "do good" to "volunteer" to help "fix capitalism" to vote for 
liberals, who can  feel other people's pain.
Their reward is always injustice visited upon them and their loved ones 
by an uncaring the ever-growing state, supported by ever-growing taxes.
To the degree possible, the AI program attempts to minimize their 
suffering, but ultimately
everyone breaks, joining the underground, pledging their live to the 
overthrow of an evil Police State."
"What happens to them?"
"Once they join the underground, each individual is suspended.
If and when we decide to return, we will have one billion citizens 
willing to give their lives,
preventing reemergence of the fatal malignancy we call government.
They will have false memories of asking their emperor to return from 
exile, leading the resistance."

"You could perform a miracle, bringing Kay and Jams to the main cabin of 
this sail boat."
"A  good idea, it doesn't matter where we are when we pull the plug."

They did not even get dressed, Kay and Jams were family.
"So you have finally had enough?" Kay said.
"You saw this coming?"
"Would you respect me, if I was too stupid to see you suffering?"
"But I have never complained?"
"Grasshoppa, a blind man could see the liberals slowly driving you mad,
hating you for keeping them from selling their neighbors wealth and 
liberties
to an ever expanding government."
"James?"
"I am ready to pull the plug any time you are ... are there any 
last-minute instructions?"
"Well ... Yes. ... I have been feeling guilty about what I have done to Mona,
when you pull her across, please give her back the body she had before. 
I got her pregnant.
And don't forget the steering committee ladies, we can make London, a 
little larger, giving each of them a hotel to own and operate."
"Done."
"Anything else?"
"Yes, can the two of you join us in bed, I would like to make the 
transition during a sexual orgasm."

Kay and Jams did not say anything, they just stood, smiling, taking off 
their clothes.
Vin still did not know how mothers and daughters communicate, there was 
no hesitation
as Kathy put her arms around James and his mother-in-law reached out to him.

Life is good, I am grateful. Vin thought, looking into his 
mother-in-law's beautiful blue eyes,
as she held on to his shuttering body, watching the wood veneer of the 
sailboat, morph into
the marble of the Valhalla-London palace.

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