Clay Flesh

By Ivan the Terror

Codes: MF+

Chapter 1

It started when I was 15.  I was your average geeky type, the one who sits in the back of the classroom and daydreams about the gorgeous cheerleaders sitting up front. 

One Monday morning I awoke with a strange feeling.  I couldn’t quite place the feeling, so I ignored it and went down to get breakfast.  Sitting down at the table across from my annoying 13-year-old little sister Theresa, I was in a sort of fog, kinda daydreaming.

“Hey Tom!” shouted Theresa, waking me up.  Since I had been thinking about Amanda Thrupp, a cheerleader in my homeroom, I was a little embarrassed, but with the idea of girls on my mind I noticed, for the first time, that my sister was really cute.  “Tom, are you awake?”

“No, not really.” I replied jokingly as I took a closer look at her.  All of a sudden it happened.  I could see everything about her.  I knew what she would look like when she was 20, I knew what her bra size would be (I was thinking about girls after all), I knew everything down to the configuration of her DNA. 

I must have sat there staring into space for a few moments.  Theresa suddenly shook my arm and said, “Come on, you'll miss the bus!”

That day, as I sat daydreaming in my classes, I found that I could concentrate on anybody and get this information.  In sixth period, I concentrated on Amanda, and instantly knew everything about her, from her bra size, when she had her monthlies, and the fact that her nose did not match her DNA.  I puzzled about that for a few moments until I realized that the discontinuities in her upper cheeks and around the nose meant that she had had a nose job.  I could actually sense where she had been cut.

Experimenting further, I found that I couldn’t read thoughts, but I could read genetic tendencies.  If someone liked country music or the opera, I could detect it.  If they were natural alcoholics, I could see that.  What really scared me was when I looked at my English teacher.  She was cute, maybe 23 or 24 with long dark hair and a great figure, but there was something wrong.  In her chest and in several other spots around her body there was a series of strange dark patches.  What scared me was that I figured it had to be cancer.  I just had to find out if this power was real.

After class, I went up to Ms. Fairfield’s desk.   “Ms. Fairfield, may I talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure.”

Looking around, I noticed that we were alone and asked, “Are you Ok?  You look ill.”

She stared at me for a minute, then sighed, “Is it that obvious?  I thought that it didn’t show yet.  Promise you won’t tell the other students?”

“Sure.”

“I have liver cancer.  It is inoperable.”

“Oh.  I’m sorry.”  I didn’t have much else to say, so I left.  Poor lady, she looked so forlorn and alone.

Well that verified the feelings I had been getting.  When I got home I told my mom that I had to do some homework, went upstairs and flopped onto my bed.  I had to do some thinking.

Chapter 2

I lay on the bed, and decided to try another experiment, I concentrated on myself, and got the genetic information.  Being 15 and horny, the first thing I did was check on how big my cock was going to be when I got older.  I was a little disappointed when I discovered that I wasn’t going to grow much longer than my current 7 inches.  “I wish I was longer,” I thought.

Suddenly I felt a movement in my pants.  Quickly pulling down my jeans and boxers, I noticed that my cock was 10 inches long!  A little frightened, I quickly scanned myself and found that my DNA now stated that I would reach a length of 11 inches!  “Wow!  Did I do that?”  I wondered.  To test this, I removed my glasses and genetically strengthened the muscles behind my eyes until I had perfect 20/10 vision.

This was interesting.  Sort of daydreaming again, thinking like crazy, I pulled up my pants (after admiring myself in the mirror for a while), and wandered downstairs.  Theresa was sitting in the living room watching TV.  She saw me come down the stairs and instantly started whining at me about something (I wasn’t really listening).

Sitting in the easy chair, I started thinking about how I could use this power of mine.  As a horny teenager, my first thoughts were of girls.  First things first.  I didn’t want people to not recognize me, so I couldn’t make any big changes, but I could make some hidden ones.

By the time the show was over, I had made some changes to my physical form.  I was stronger, had high endurance, and could cum over ten times in a row without wearing out.  I wouldn’t ever get another zit and I wouldn’t age past 20.

Theresa had collapsed in a chair watching the TV.  She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top.  I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect legs as she dangled one over the arm of the chair and her long red hair fell over it.  My hormones instantly took over.  I went to the bathroom as a pretext and brushed by her, momentarily making contact with her bare arm.  As I did so, I reached into her and modified a few things.  She had twice the number of nerves on her tits, pussy, and clit as before, and now, she didn’t feel any pain in those areas.

Since I couldn’t program her thoughts, Theresa had to figure out her need herself.  She started to squirm in her chair.  Deciding to play it to the hilt, I asked, “Theresa, are you all right?”

“Ugh, yeah.”  She said distractedly.

“Maybe that chair is uncomfortable, why don’t you come and sit over here next to me?  This couch is just fine.”  I said in a faux clam voice.

Theresa got up, walked across the room, and sat down next to me on the couch.  I slipped my arm around her and asked, “Now, isn’t that better.”

Staring at my arm she answered, “Uh-huh.”

I slid my arm down a little, brushing the side of her beautiful 13-year-old A-cup tits.  She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and shivered, while biting her lower lip.  Taking this as encouragement, I placed my hand over her perfect right tit and started squeezing.  By now she was moaning as I pulled her tank top off over her head.

What perfect tits!  Being the first pair that I had ever seen outside of a skin magazine, I was enraptured.  Reaching out I played with the nipples, squeezing and pinching them until they were almost an inch long (naturally – I didn’t modify anything)!  I pulled her onto my lap and leaned forward and starting sucking her glorious left nipple.

 “Arragh!” exclaimed Theresa as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me harder toward her tit.  “Tom, that is fantastic!”

I continued to play with her tits for a few more seconds until she spasmed, having a gigantic orgasm and passing out.

Not wanting mom and dad to see anything, I picked her up and carried her to her room and set her down on the bed.  I left her there and went back to my room to think for a bit.

Chapter 3

The next morning, I didn’t see Theresa, which wasn’t uncommon since her bus leaves 40 minutes later than mine.

I had been thinking and realized that I could do some good with this talent.  When I got to school, I waited until sixth period.  I had two goals for the day, land Amanda as my new girlfriend, and helping Ms. Fairfield.  I had seen Amanda a few times in the hall during the day, but not long enough to do anything.

When we reached class, I made sure I was next to Amanda again.  Mentally reaching out, I discovered that she was annoyed.  Along with a glace my way I realized that she was annoyed with me.  There was no way I was going to be able to be alone with her long enough to take care of things.  Crap.

Frustrated, I waited until after class.  Again I went up to Ms. Fairfield’s desk.  “Ms. Fairfield, can I try something?”

“Try something, what do you mean?”

“Can I see your hand for a second?”

“Whatever for?”  She asked suspiciously.

“Just for a second, trust me.”

I could tell she was humoring my as she held out her hand.  I sent waves of pleasure to her through her hand.  Instead of pulling her hand back, she let me hold it, biting her lip and looking at me with a puzzled expression.

I let go of her hand and said, “Why don’t you go lock the room door.”

I could tell that she was thinking hard as she got up and locked the room door.  “Tom, what did you do to me?”

“That isn’t important right now.  I have a question for you, if I can cure your cancer, what would it be worth to you?”

She snorted and said, “Yeah, right.”

“I am serious.”

Humoring me, she said, “Anything.”

I don’t know why I said it, my little head must have been doing the thinking, “How about yourself, would you be my sex toy?”

“You have got to be kidding, get out of here now!”

“Just sit there for a minute.”  Reaching out, I put my hand over the largest of the dead feeling spots in the center of her chest, fortunately her shirt was untucked and I could get at her belly, and concentrated.  I extracted what should be there from her DNA and rebuilt the area.  She was trying to shoo me away when she suddenly let out a startled, “Oh!” and froze.

Not wanting to push things, I said, “Go check with your doctor.”  Then I grabbed my pack and left.

When I got home that afternoon, I just sat on the couch and was watching TV.  Theresa came in the door and saw me.  She froze for a second, then came over.  “Tom...” she began.

“What?”

“Well, umm, can we do like we did yesterday?” she shyly asked.

“Of course we can.  Just get that blouse off and come sit on my lap.”

Without hesitation, she pulled off her blouse and sat on my lap.  Her nips were as hard as rocks.  I eagerly slurped up one and started stroking and pinching the other.  She arched her back pushing her tit further into my mouth and gasped.

As I was sucking my hand drifted down and unfastened her jeans.  Lifting her up a little I slid her jeans and panties down and off onto the floor.

A few strokes of her pretty clit and she was again flopping around like a fish as she orgasmed and passed out.  I carried her up to bed again.

Chapter 4

Ms. Fairfield was missing from school the next day.  I figured that she was at the doctor’s office.  I still couldn’t figure out a way to get Amanda alone.  I had a royal case of blue balls when I got home.

When Theresa got home, she hurried over to me and without a word, started stripping.  Her panties were already soaked with her pussy juice.  Not wanting to push things too fast, I laid her back on the couch, put her heels next to her so she was spread, and dove in.  She had a delicious pussy.  I sucked on her clit for a minute as she thrashed about in orgasm after orgasm.

Again I carried her unconscious body up to her bed.  It was the first time I had ever seen anyone smile in their sleep like that.

I went back to my room and filled a few tissues.

The following day Ms. Fairfield was back.  The first thing she said was, “Tom, please see me after class.”  I watched her and noticed that the main dull spot was gone.

After class, I went up to her desk.  Without me saying anything, she went and locked the door.  “What did you do?  The doctor says that I am in complete remission.  I even had an emergency biopsy done and there is no sign of cancer.”

“Do you remember the deal?”

She flushed and quietly said, “Yes.”

“Are you willing to honor it?” 

Even quieter she said, “Yes.”

“Meet me in the parking lot just after last bell.  We have a lot to do this evening.”

At 2:40, after the busses pulled out, I saw her standing by her car, looking frantically around.  I went out the school door.  She saw me and dashed into her car.  I followed and climbed in the passenger seat.  She nervously drove out of the parking lot and headed toward her place.  She looked scared.

Feeling a little guilty, I said, “Ms. Fairfield, you don’t really have to do this, I think my hormones did the talking the other day.  However, I do think we need to do an examination though.  I just did a quick fix before.”

She sat quietly driving for a minute, then said, “We can do that exam when we get to my house, then talk about other things, Ok?  And call me Lisa.”

She was much more relaxed the rest of the way to her house.  She pulled into her garage, and almost bounced out of the car.  I followed her into the house.

“So how does this ‘exam’ work?”

“Well, I can see that there are some other areas that need to be fixed from here, but I really need to go over everything.”

“Other areas, what do you mean?”

“I think your cancer had spread.  For instance I see quite a bit of something wrong in your left hand.  Have you been having problems with it lately?”

She nervously examined her hand.  “Well, it has been getting numb a lot lately.  I just thought that it was from chemo.”

“It could be, I won’t know or be able to fix it without a closer look though.”

She thought for a second and then with a scared grin said, “Maybe you’ll get some of your wish anyway.  Why don’t I get undressed and you can examine me?”

I was shaking a little, but knew that she was right.  “I-I think that is a good idea, L-Lisa.”  I gave her a scared grin back.  “I have never done this before.”

She quickly turned and headed down the hall to the bedroom, obviously going quickly before she chickened out.  She started disrobing.  I stood there with a slack jaw and a dumb look and watched her.  I also was a little embarrassed at the bulge in my pants.

She was perfect.  Built like a supermodel – the nice ones like Christy Brinkley and Kathy Ireland, not the skinny nothings like Kate Moss.  I almost came in my pants just watching her undress.  She wasn’t trying to be sexy or anything, she just was.  She looked at me nervously and laid down on her stomach.  I stood there a moment, then approached the bed.  Not wanting to startle her, I reached out and touched her left foot.

Not even trying to sense anything, I just activated her pleasure nerves in the area so when I stroked her foot she almost orgasmed.  Continuing up her leg I stroked her leg, pausing to rebuild all the dead spots.  At her thigh I went and started on her other leg.  Then I started her arms and hands, repairing some serious internal tissue damage.  She was moaning and thrashing around a bit at this point.  I worked my way across her back then moved down.  She was moaning and twitching like crazy.  I moved down to her perfect ass and gave it a squeeze.  She let out a startled, “Ugh!”  I could see her glistening pussy, but wanted to save that for later.  I rolled her over.

Those tits were perfect.  I slowly stroked them, removing a small mass, then doubling the pleasure nerves in her breasts.  Her nips were so hard that they must have been almost an inch long.  As much as I wanted to lean down and suck on them, I tried to keep myself professional.

Moving down, there was a lot of work to do in her chest.  I finished my quick repair to the liver, and then slowly went over all her organs repairing them.  She had quite a bit of damage; I don’t think she knew how much.  Besides the damaged liver, she had a bad valve in her heart, a spleen and appendix both about to burst, and something I couldn’t identify with her intestines.  Her ovaries and eggs were also damaged; I took my time and rebuilt them.  Surprisingly her uterus was in perfect shape.  I also repaired all the holes from the biopsies.

I couldn’t resist and gave her a permanent bikini wax as I slowly stroked her dripping pussy and doubled her pleasure nerves there and on her clit.  Suddenly she shrieked and started bouncing all over the bed.  I realized that she was cumming so I continued to stroke her protruding clit as she thrashed about.  After about five minutes I stopped and let her relax.

After lying there gasping for a minute she lifted her head and said, “I think I might take you up on that Sex Toy business.  You can do that Anytime!”

I couldn’t resist, so I stroked her clit again.  She bit her lip, arched her back, and quivered to orgasm again.   Leaning over I sucked a nipple into my mouth and stroked a finger in and out of her dripping pussy while fingering her hard clit.  She kept thrashing about; orgasming constantly.  I kept her orgasming over and over for the next ten minutes.  I finally relented and stopped.  She sighed, relaxed, and passed out.

Grinning, I stepped back and sat down at her dressing table.  Just watching her made me so hard it hurt.  If I wasn’t so embarrassed, I would whip it out and take care of things, but I just sat there and admired her.

A few minutes later she started coming around.  “Wow, Tom!”  She sat up and saw me sitting there hunched over.  “Get those clothes off and get over here, now!” She demanded.

A little shy, I managed an articulate, “ugh”.  She got up, pulled me up, and started undressing me.  I stood there like a zombie.  When she pulled down my boxers, she said, “Wow!”, then leaned forward and gave my hard cock a nice lick and kiss.

Taking control, I pushed her back on the bed, pulling her legs up to her shoulders in my favorite position; I leaned forward and slowly slid into her hot pussy, surprisingly taking both of our virginities in the process.  Lisa didn’t even flinch, she just threw her head back and moaned.  I kept sliding forward until I felt my cock hit her cervix.  She must have been one of those women who have sensitive cervixes, because she suddenly went crazy!  She wrapped her legs around me and pulled, hard.  I felt the tip of my cock slide into her womb.  She was thrashing about muttering, “More! More! More!” over and over.  Needless to say, I didn’t last long, pumping a large load directly into her womb.  She felt the warmth spread in her belly and shrieked, clenching me to her.  Then she passed out again.

I untangled myself, pulled out with a “plop”, and got dressed, greatly enjoying the view.  Since I only lived a few blocks away, I walked home.  When I got home, I told Mom that I had been helping a teacher after school.  It was completely true.

When I went into the living room, Theresa turned around and gave me a look, then turned back to her show.  I could see that she was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t been home when she got home.

A few minutes later Mom called us in for dinner.  Afterwards we watched TV for a while, then headed up to bed. 

I had just undressed and climbed into bed when Theresa came into my room, completely naked.  Without a word she came over and laid down next to me.  Her perfect body had me hard as a rock, tenting under the blankets.  She flipped down the blanket, grabbed my hard cock, straddled me, and buried me to the hilt!  I felt her cherry break, but all she did is moan then start riding me like a pro.  I reached up and tweaked those long nips and she froze, tensed up, and collapsed as she had a massive orgasm.  I painted her cervix with a nice coating of baby butter as she passed out on my chest.  I managed to pull the blankets up over us, and then I fell asleep as well, still buried in her occasionally twitching pussy, sniffing her hair which smelled really nice.

The next morning was Saturday, so I didn’t awaken until I felt Theresa’s pussy clamp down on my morning wood.  That felt wonderful.  She was still cuddling with me.  Sitting up she rode me until she came again, this time managing to stay awake.  I filled her with more cum as she sighed and cuddled against my chest.  She spoke for the first time in days, “Tom, that was wonderful.  I love you so much.”  Then she kissed me, got up, and went back to her room, the sight of her beautiful butt giving me another hard-on.  I went and took a shower, I was all sweaty from screwing both Lisa and then Theresa all night.

After breakfast, I headed back over to Lisa’s place.  Slipping in the door I found her, asleep, on the bed.  She was face down.  I slipped up behind her, aimed, and slid in from behind.  She slowly woke up until we were ramming hard, doggie style.  After a very satisfying mutual orgasm, we went to the kitchen where I sat down with her at the table.

“You know, if we keep this up, you are going to get pregnant, don’t you?” I commented.

“I can’t have kids,” she said sadly.

“I beg to differ, I fixed that when I fixed everything else.”

“Really?” she squealed.  “That is even more wonderful than getting rid of the cancer!”  She jumped me then and there and fucked me until she had another bellyful.  Good thing she had sturdy kitchen chairs.

I must have spurted her full of baby juice three more times that afternoon.  I left her in an exhausted heap on the living room floor and headed for home.

When I got home I went upstairs.  Theresa was at her desk busy doing her homework.  I slipped up behind her, wrapped my arms about her, and tweaked both nipples through her t-shirt.  She moaned and collapsed back against me.  “Tom!  As much as I want to play, I need to do my homework right now, Okay?”

“Sure thing, you beautiful sexy woman.”  I was a little tired from taking care of Lisa all day anyway.  I went to my room and got started on my homework as well.

After supper we cuddled under a blanket while the family watched a movie.  She had to bite her lip several times as I tweaked her nipples.  After mom and dad went to bed she snuck into my room and we spent the rest of the night making love, again falling asleep with her on top of me.  She managed to sneak back to her room before mom came to wake us up.

Mom and Dad dragged us to our aunt’s house for the day.  Theresa and I had to be careful, but we managed to sneak away for some necking at least.  That night as she snuck into my room after dark, we both had so much pent up energy that we didn’t get to sleep until almost three.

Chapter 5

The next day I couldn’t believe it.  I was given the perfect opening with Amanda.  I was biking back to school from lunch when I saw her behind the gym, shooting heroin.  She had her shoe off and was just about to shoot it between the toes.  As I rode up she gave me a dirty look, waiting for me to leave.  Perfect.  I got off the bike and walked up to her.  She said, “What do you want, Loser?”

I quickly reached out, tapping her on the forehead and turning her off.  She collapsed on the ground.  I kneeled down next to her and examined her brain, learning how the addition affected and controlled her.  It was nasty stuff.  Carefully I repaired most of the damage, leaving the addition but fixing the brain damage, and instead of heroin, linking the addition to the specific bio-chemicals in my semen, also making it so those same bio-chemicals applied either orally or even more so through any mucus membrane (such as the vagina or rectum) would directly stimulate the pleasure centers of her brain like sex, and any semen without those bio-chemicals would make her gag, because it would taste and make her feel so bad.  I also made her immune to heroin so that it would have no effect on her, no matter how much she shot up.  I would have added in cocaine and some of the other hard drugs, but I didn’t know how they affected the body so I couldn’t block them.  I just hoped she stuck to heroin.  I also made her nose changes real, since they bothered me a bit.  I set her to wake up in a minute, then went to class.

Lisa and I exchanged hot smiles.  A few minutes later Amanda rushed in.  She looked unhappy and obviously had the shakes.  Lisa was about to read her the riot act for being late, but I caught her attention, glanced at Amanda, shook my head and mouthed, “later”.  She didn’t say anything except, “Thanks for joining us Ms. Thrupp.”

As Lisa started her lecture, I penned a note and passed it to Amanda. ‘Your stuff will not work anymore.  If you want something that does, come see me.’

She took one look at the note, gave me an evil glance, quickly wrote another note and passed it back to me.  ‘Fuck you.  I don’t know what you did, but I more stashed elsewhere.  You will pay, Asshole.’

Well, she wasn’t a happy camper.  I knew anything that she had wouldn’t work, so I decided to just sit back and wait.  So I just sat back and admired Lisa’s ass for the rest of the period.

After school, I was at the bike racks when Amanda came scurrying over.  She was pale and quivering.  “What the hell did you do?  I need a fix really, really bad.”

“Now, be nice Amanda.  Here’s the deal.  You give me a blowjob, and you will get what you need.”

“Are you kidding?  I can get you your money. A thousand, two thousand, what do you want?”

“Like I said, a blowjob for what you need.”

“Arragh!”  She turned and started stalking off.  I turned back and started unlocking my bike from the rack.  She got about ten feet, then turned and came back.  “All right, you bastard.  Where do you want to do this?”

“We can go to your favorite spot, behind the gym.” She followed me without a word behind the gym.  When we got there I gestured and she kneeled down in front of me and expertly unfastened my pants.

“I see you have done this before,” I commented.

She just blushed and fished out my cock.  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed when she saw my hard 10 inches.  “If I had known you had this beautiful monster, you wouldn’t have had to force me.”  She eagerly slurped up my cock in her warm velvety mouth, sliding forward until her nose was buried in my pubes.  She had deep-throated the entire 10 inches!  And she held it there, humming in her throat, for almost two minutes!  I was in second heaven.  She effortlessly slid it out until only the tip was in, then she started licking it all over.  “Damn, I love this cock!” she muttered.  When I spat a little pre-cum, her nostrils flared and she eagerly licked it off, a look of utter ecstasy on her face.

She deep-throated me again, and as she sucked the tip afterwards I couldn’t take it anymore and came, dumping a huge load into her eager mouth.  She stiffened and collapsed, quivering like she was having a seizure on the ground.  She swallowed and arched her back, pounding her fists on the ground, a minute later she dragged herself to a sitting position against the wall.  She sat there dazed, staring at my cock as I put it away.

I asked, “How do you feel now?”

“Wonderful!”  She thought for a second, then repeated, “I feel wonderful!”

Grinning, I said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”  Then I hopped on my bike and headed for home while she sat dazed.

When I got home Theresa eagerly stripped and cuddled up to me on the couch.  I stroked her to two orgasms, then carried her unconscious body up to her bed; quickly retrieving her clothes from the living room floor.

The next morning at school, Amanda was waiting at the bike rack.  “Wow! What was that stuff?  I don’t think I have ever been that high before in my life!”

“Just me,” I said as I locked my bike.  As I headed in the building I said, “When you are ready to talk, come see me.”

At sixth period, she sat down next to me in class and said, “What do you want?”

“You will become the nicest person in this school.  You will treat everyone with respect.  When the nerd says hello to you, you will give a friendly hello back.  When the poor towel person gives you a towel in gym, you will thank them.  You will have fun being nice to and helping everyone.  The only people you will get angry or snotty with are those that are being mean to others.  Oh, and on a personal note, you will tell the other girls how wonderful I am.  That is my price.”

She sat back in surprise.  The bell rang and class started.  I watched Amanda out of the corner of my eye while fantasizing about Lisa’s ass, like usual.

Amanda sat there thinking hard.  This could potentially ruin her reputation.  I think that she was trying to come up with a way to get around my conditions.  But she couldn’t chance it.  Just before the end of class she passed a note, ‘You’ve got a deal’.  I passed one back, ‘Meet me in the usual place after school’.

For the next two weeks Amanda would give me one of her fantastic blow jobs every day behind the gym during lunch, collapsing, nearly unconscious, after each session.  She held up her end of the bargain, becoming one of the nicest girls in school.  I even saw her helping another girl with her homework in the library!  And it wasn’t staged, she never even saw me.  That afternoon, when we met behind the gym, I said, “I am very proud of you.  I have heard about how nice you have been.  How does it feel?”

She started crying.  I held her as she sobbed on my shoulder.  “I s-started just being nice because I h-had to, but I l-like being nice!”

“That is what I wanted to hear.”  I put my hand on her forehead, then removed the addiction, but left all the rest of the changes.  “You are no longer addicted to my semen.”

She jerked her head up, “But I want to be!  I love your cock.  Please don’t make me stop.”

“Who said anything about stopping?  I am a guy; you can give me a blowjob anytime.” I grinned and she sheepishly grinned as well.  “It will still make you feel great; you just won’t keel over dead if you miss a few days.  Also, you aren’t being forced anymore.”

She squealed with delight, and gave me a big wet French kiss.  Surprised, it took me a few seconds to respond, but I kissed her back (thank you for the practice Theresa and Lisa!) squeezing that fantastic ass of hers under the cheer skirt.  “Tom,” it was the first time she had ever used my name, “it sounds weird, but I would like to thank you.  First for getting me off of that horrible drug, second for teaching me to be a real person again, and third, for making me fall head over heels in love with you.”

I stood there a little slack jawed when she said that.  She harrumphed, said, “Men!” then kissed me again.

I already had two girls sleeping with me, so I couldn’t make her my only girl, so I asked, “Amanda, do you want to be one of my girlfriends?”  I figured she would probably slap me for the question.

Instead, I was surprised again as she squealed, “Really?  I can be one of your girlfriends?  Oh thank you, *kiss* thank you, *kiss* thank you!”  She dropped to her knees, and with practiced hands, pulled out my cock and gave me a blowjob that was even more incredible than usual, if possible.

As she smiled dreamily and collapsed against the wall, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “If you think my cum is good orally, you need to try it other ways.”  Then out loud, “I’ll see you later.”

Chapter 6

It was a Tuesday, so I headed home.  As I passed the stoplight near my house, there was an impossibly loud crash.  Turning I saw that some lady in a minivan had run the light and broadsided a police car.  No one was moving.  Dropping my bike, I ran over.  The lady in the minivan was dead.  There was nothing I could do about her, she hadn’t been wearing a seat belt.  The baby in the seat behind her was in bad shape, but alive.  I worked the car seat out of the crushed van and put it on the curb.  There was gas leaking and I didn’t know if things would explode.  The cop, a surprisingly beautiful woman who couldn’t have been older than twenty, was unconscious.  She was in pretty bad shape as well.  I worked her out of the car (thank god for my new muscles), and carried her over to the curb.

She still had her handheld on her belt, so I picked it up, pressed the PTT, and said, “Break, Break.  We have an officer and child down in a TA on West Anders and Seventh.  Send a bus and fire services.”

As the lady on the radio started squawking trying to get my identity, I went to work.  The baby was in worse shape, so I repaired all the badly damaged organs, including a large hemorrhage in the brain.  I fixed the poor baby’s broken legs just as she woke up and started crying.  Leaving her in the car seat, I turned to the cop.  Her whole left side was crushed.  I quickly repaired all her internal damage, almost the same internal injuries as the baby.  I was about to start on the broken ribs, hip and arm when the two cars suddenly exploded, knocking me over.  Knowing that I didn’t have much time, gawkers would be arriving soon, I went for the worst injury.  Her hip was badly damaged.  I concentrated on repairing the hip, moving the bone fragments into place and re-fusing them, repairing all the tissue damage in the area, and resetting the hip socket.  I repaired her severe whiplash, re-growing the damaged nerves in her neck and spine, and then I was just about to repair her ribs when about fifty gawkers showed up. 

A few good Samaritans kept the rest back as the two cars burned, not that it was` too difficult, the heat was unbelievable.  Some woman shrieked, “Poor Baby!”, rushed over, and started cooing at the baby.  I had to stop her from removing the child from the seat.  I wanted to make sure that the kid was checked out before moving her. 

Several police cars arrived at that point.  I told them not to move the downed cop because she had broken ribs and a broken arm.  They thanked me, got my name as a witness, and shooed me out of the accident area.  I watched with the rest of the gawkers as the ambulance and fire trucks arrived.  I watched as the ambulance left, then I got my bike and went home.

It wasn’t until about four hours later when there was a knock at the door.  I happened to be closest, so I opened the door and there was a big cop standing there.  “Tom Malloy?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Did you assist at the accident on the corner of West Anders and Seventh earlier today?”

“Yes, sir.  May I ask what the problem is officer?”

“No problem, we need to get some details from you, and Officer MacAndrews would like to thank you for saving her life.  I am here to ask you to come to the hospital to make your statement and talk with Mac.”

At this point my parents were curious and came up behind me.  My mom asked, “Officer, is something wrong?”

“No, ma’am.  Just asking Tom here to come and make a statement.”

“About what?”

“He rescued a police officer and a baby from a car crash earlier today.”

Both of my parents looked at me and my Dad said, “When did this happen?  This is the first we have heard about it.”

“About three-thirty this afternoon.  Are you his parents?”

“Yes.”

“Then it would be best if you came as well.”

We followed the police car to the hospital.  We were met by a detective.  He wanted to know what had happened.  I told him about pulling the baby and the cop from the wreckage because I saw the gas leaking.  I mentioned that the woman in the minivan hadn’t had her seatbelt on and was crushed.  Then I asked, “Are they okay?  I couldn’t tell with the baby, and I know the officer had some cracked ribs and a broken arm.”

The detective said, “The baby didn’t have a scratch on her.  Officer MacAndrews had just the cracked ribs and a badly broken arm, like you saw.  It was a miracle that they survived.  You do know that the whole thing was caught on the traffic cam?  From when you jumped into the wreckage and pulled out the infant, to when you called in the accident.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of everything going on, so I latched onto one facet of what he said.  “I am not going to get in trouble for using a police radio, am I?”

He started laughing, “No, son, I don’t think so.  Officer MacAndrews wants to meet you now.”  He led me back into the hospital.  I waved mom and dad to wait in the hospital lobby.

As we approached her room, I heard some cussing and a woman’s voice.  “I can fucking take a leak all by myself!  God damn it, I’ve been doing it for twenty fucking years!”  Obviously she was awake.

We entered the room.  Again I was struck by how beautiful she was.  The Detective coughed and both the nurse, the two cops standing there, and Officer MacAndrews turned.  “Mac, this is the young man who pulled your bacon out of the fire.  Tom Malloy.  Tom, this is Officer MacAndrews.”

“What’s with all this Officer MacAndrews shit?  Call me Leslie!”  She glared around at everyone.  “Now all of you get out of here except Tom.  I want to talk to him.”  I stood there while everyone else fled the room.

She looked at me and said, “Thank you.  For both saving my life, and also for whatever else you did.”

“You are welcome, but what do you mean by whatever else?” 

“I couldn’t move anything except my eyes, but I saw what you did to both that baby, my hip, and my back.” 

Shit, shit, shit.  What am I going to do?

She saw the panicky look on my face and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not telling a soul.”

“Please don’t.  The last thing I want is to end up as a lab rat.”

“I owe you too much for that, besides, I wouldn’t tell on you anyway.  What you did for that baby was a miracle.  I think it is pretty amazing what you did for my hip and back too.”

I figured, what the hell.  “You’ll like this too.”  I went over to her and put my hand next to the bandages on her ribs, then fixed them.  Then I did the same with her arm.  The doctor had messed up on the arm anyway, not setting the wrist properly.  I fixed it.

She let out a startled, “Oh!” when I fixed her ribs, and was quiet as I fixed her arm.  Good thing there wasn’t a hard cast on it, just bandages.  Since I had to get in contact near the injury I removed the bandage on her arm.  She held up the healed arm and clenched her fist and rotated her wrist.  “Nice job,” she commented.  “But now what am I going to tell the damn doctors?”

I grinned, “If I were you, I would pretend that they were still broken for a day or two.  Lean back and enjoy the room service.”

She grinned back, “I guess I will have to make the sacrifice.”  Then she got serious, “Can you do that all the time?”

“Appears so.  I have only been able to do it for a few weeks.”

“What are the limits, can you heal anything?”

“Seems that way.  I’ve cured a terminal case of cancer and a Heroin addict.  Besides a few other minor things, that is it so far.”

At this point a large nurse came in the room.  “I hear that you don’t want to use your bedpan.”

Leslie answered, “I don’t see why I can’t use the bathroom in the room here.”  She looked at me, “Tom, we’ll talk later, okay?”

“Okay.”  I grinned, “Get better soon, Officer MacAndrews.”  She stuck out her tongue at me as I left, then started arguing with the big nurse.

When I got back to the lobby, the place was filled with reporters.  Oh, wonderful.  Quickly I gathered up my confused parents and we dashed out the door.  I don’t think the reporters realized who I was.

The next few days the media were all over me.  One reporter even tried to come into my classroom.  Fortunately it was English class, so Lisa was able to fend them off.  Eventually they lost interest.

Amanda continued to be nice to everyone.  Unlike what she had feared, her popularity grew and grew.  Soon she was friends with everyone, jocks and geeks alike.  She ran for class president and won, almost unanimously.  She continued to give me almost daily blowjobs behind the gym before school.  I wanted more, but she was “too busy”.  She did tell all the other girls about how wonderful I was and consequently there were a lot of them giving me measuring looks.  I didn’t mind that at all.

Theresa I almost daily petted until she passed out after school.  Every night she joined me for the night.  I had never slept so well as I did cuddling with her.  We seldom did more than that, she was a little worried about getting pregnant.  We had one long love making session in May for her 14th birthday, but that was it.

Initially on Sundays I went over to Lisa’s house and we fucked all day.  While Lisa loved to have my cock buried deep in her, she wanted a baby more.  When she told me she was pregnant two months after I healed her, she was ecstatic, barely able to keep herself under control.  Our weekly meetings came to an end as she prepared for the coming kid.  She said that I was welcome in the kid’s life, but she thought that we should put things on hold for now.

With the loss of Lisa as a partner, and Theresa and Amanda not giving me any, I was starting to get a royal case of blue balls.

Chapter 7

It was only two weeks until the end of the school year.  I couldn’t take it anymore, so when Amanda met me behind the gym for lunch, I spun her around, lifted her skirt, shoved her panties to the side, and slid home.  As my pre-cum started, her orgasms started.  With every stroke she shivered and had a minor orgasm.  With my blue balls I didn’t last long and soon left a large deposit in her waiting quim.  When she felt the warm cum, and the semen hit the mucus membranes of her vagina, she shrieked, arched her back and started a massive orgasm.  It went on and on until she finally collapsed, semi-conscious and quivering.  I put her skirt and panties back into place, then whispered in her ear, “Told you that it was even better other ways.”  I left her there propped against the wall behind the gym as I went to class.

Amanda staggered into class about halfway through.  Lisa didn’t say anything, she knew I had something going on with her.  Amanda passed me a note, all it said was, “Wow!”  She was almost gasping and still quivering slightly.

I grinned at her.  When class got out, she whispered in my ear, “Damn, Tom.  When it is like that, you can keep me barefoot and pregnant and I won’t even care!”  She sighed, gave me a doe eyed look, and took off for seventh period.

During seventh period, I thought about that.  My conscience argued with my fifteen year old hormones.  With the rationalization that I could repair anything that came up, the hormones won.  I wanted a harem. 

A good place to start was the cheerleading squad.  That was the second largest collection of hotties that I knew, the largest being the girl’s swim team and the third largest being the girl’s tennis team.  But the term ‘cheerleader’ has special meaning to any American male.  I also had Amanda to help me out.

After school, I went to the gym to watch the cheerleading practice and plan.  There were two squads, the JV and the Varsity cheerleaders.  As a freshman, Amanda was stuck on the JV squad, but she was very good and obviously would be moving up this fall.

About ten of the fifteen girls on the JV squad were drop dead gorgeous.  All of the ones on the Varsity squad were.  I needed to get one who was rich enough to have a place like a guest house or apartment where I could meet her and other girls.  About halfway through practice, the coach had to go take a phone call.  Amanda came over to me and asked, “Tom!  What’re you doing here?”

“Just watching all the cute girls like you.”

She blushed.  I went on, “Since you are always so busy, I was wondering if you could suggest a girl or two here who needs help like you did?”

“I can think of several.”  She started crying.  “But I won’t be so busy anymore that school is almost out, please don’t leave me.  I know, I’ll quit school so we can be together.  I’ll do anything.  I love you so much.”  She started really wailing.

I pulled her into a hug.  “I am not leaving you.  You will always be my first and best girlfriend.  I just thought that I could help out a few of your friends and have some fun doing it.  I thought you might even want to help.”

“*sniff*, *sniff*, Really?” She gave me a big kiss.  “Of course I will be glad to help!  I’ll do anything.  Who do you want?  Most of the squad could use help.  I think there is only one girl besides me who isn’t shooting heroin, and that is because she can’t afford it.”

“Wow.  That is unbelievable!  Who is the pusher?”

“The coach of the Varsity squad, Coach Carter.”

“Can you meet me at my house tonight so we can talk about that?  I live over at 3425 Satchel lane.”

“Anywhere and anytime,” she whispered while staring adoringly in my eyes.

“In the meantime, think about whom here has a lot of spare money.  That is so that we can get an apartment or condo near here that we all could use to get together.”

“That’s easy.  I do.”

“Really?  How much do you have available?”

“Since I turned sixteen a few months ago, I have my entire inheritance from my father.  Around 370 million.”

“That is quite the chunk of change!  Let’s figure out a good place tonight, okay?”

“Anything.”

“Then you had better get back to practice.  I will meet you at about seven.”

“Yes, Tom.”  She stared at me with those doe eyes as I left the gym.

When I got home, Theresa was anxious.  She really was upset that she hadn’t had me there to get her off after school.  While I enjoyed getting her off, she was being a real snot about it, like it was something that I was supposed to give her, rather than something that I just gave her. I decided to test some things I had been thinking about on her. 

Mom was downstairs, so I followed Theresa into her room where she had gone in a huff.  I came up behind her, tapped her on the forehead and turned her off.  First I designed and built a biological sheath around her fallopian tubes that would block any eggs from getting through until she was eighteen.  Then I put in the package like Amanda had, biochemical tie-in with my sperm and all.  I added a mild pleasure to whenever she smelled me or came in contact with my spit or sweat.  I also made it so no body hair at all would grow anywhere except on her head, whatever she had would fall out in the next shower she took.  Given the prevalence of heroin in the school, I also made her immune to it.  Then I tapped her on the forehead again, waking her up.

I slipped my arms around her, tweaking her nips.  She sighed and leaned back against me.  I couldn’t do much since mom was home, so I whispered in her ear, “I have a surprise for you tonight.  Also, one of my girlfriends will be stopping by after dinner.  I would like you to meet her.”

“Ohhh, Tom.  I need it so bad right now.  Could you please get me off, oh, please?”

“Oh, all right.” 

Listening and making sure mom was still downstairs, I slid my hand down her pants and started rubbing and pinching her hard clit.  Soon she gasped and came.  “Thank you, Tom.”

“You are entirely welcome, my dear.”  I went to my room and started on my homework.

After dinner, which was always at six, I told mom that a friend was coming over.  I neglected to mention that it was a girlfriend.  When Amanda got there at seven, I met her at the door and led her upstairs.  When I introduced her to Theresa, there must have been some indicator, because they were a lot friendlier than they normally would have been.

I led Amanda into my room.  She immediately turned and tried to find my tonsils with her tongue.  Swinging the door shut with my toe, I led her to the bed.  I also increased the sensitivity of her breasts, clitoris, anus and pussy while deadening the pain nerves in those areas.  I had never seen her naked, so I peeled off her t-shirt.  She wasn’t wearing anything under it.  Beautiful.  I kissed my way down, circled the aureole, and then flicked my tongue over the nipple.  She collapsed back onto the bed.  I followed, slurping up the other nipple while sliding down her jeans and panties.

I quickly pulled my jeans and undies down, then, placing her knees on her shoulders, I slid my hard eleven inches deep into her.  She moaned and squeezed my hard cock with her pussy muscles, I could feel them ripple up and down.  As my pre-cum leaked out, she started having mini-orgasms, and when I finally came deep into her, she arched her back, pounded her fists on the bed, orgasming so hard I was afraid she would hurt herself.  As she collapsed back, I added the lack of body hair, how my smell and sweat would be enjoyable, and the sheath for her fallopian tubes.  She was still quivering in mini post orgasms, even though she was unconscious. 

So my mom wouldn’t have an excuse to be nosy, I got dressed and went downstairs for two cans of coke.  Amanda was slowly coming around when I got back.

“Tom,” she murmured.

“Yes, Amanda.”

“Could you do me a favor?”

A little surprised, I said, “Sure.”

“Make me addicted to you again.  I liked that.”

“Are you sure?  If anything ever happened to me, you would die.”

“I wouldn’t want to live anyway.  Please, Master?”

“Okay.”  It didn’t hit me until a second later that she called me ‘Master’.  Pondering that, I reached over and stroked her face while restoring the addiction.

She was crying with a big smile, “Thank you, Master.  I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Amanda.”  That was enough to get her to clutch me hard as she sobbed.  I was getting distracted, and I wanted to discuss some things with her.  “Amanda, as much as I love seeing you naked, could you please get dressed so I can think straight?”

She giggled, then said, “All right, Master.”  She got up and slowly pulled her clothes on, wiggling that fine ass at me.  I almost reached over and grabbed it, but held myself back.  She got dressed and sat on the bed, while I sat at the desk to avoid too much temptation.

I started with, “We need to clean up the Heroin problem at the school, whether I get a benefit or not.”

“I agree.  I got pulled into it because I was so narcissistic, but it is very bad.  I am under a lot of pressure to start using again from the dirty coach, too.”

“Well, that will never be a problem, you are immune to Heroin now.  But that is beside the point.  You said that the whole squad was using?  Does that include the Varsity?”

“Yes.  I checked after we talked this afternoon, even the girl I thought wasn’t shooting up is doing so, paying for her stuff with sexual favors.”

“Man, that is one screwed up squad.  What would happen if their supply dried up?”

She gave a serious grin, “You would have a bunch of very sick cheerleaders.”

“Hmmm...  What if we got that apartment, like I mentioned, then turn in the coach.  You can tell the other cheerleaders to go to the apartment where we will take care of their problem.”

“That will work, but I am sure there is more than one source of smack available.”

“We will turn them in, one by one.  I have a friend who is a cop, and she owes me one.  Let’s see what we can find for a place.”

We searched online, and found a nice townhouse/condo for only $700,000 near the school.  It had community groundskeepers, its own fenced yard and pool, four regular bedrooms, a master bedroom, a huge living room with large fireplace, a full kitchen and dining room, fully furnished, it was perfect.  Amanda said that she would have her lawyer buy the place tomorrow.

We spent a few minutes necking, then I sent her home. 

I got ready for bed and climbed in.  A minute later Theresa came in and climbed into bed.  “I like her,” she commented as she snuggled up against me.  I kissed her, observing her flaring nostrils as she got my scent.  I moved down and started kissing and playing with her nips.  She was moaning and out of it as I spread her legs and slid my hard cock into her quim.  She let out a startled, “Oh!” as I began stroking.  Then my pre-cum hit the walls of her pussy, and she started having mini-climaxes, very similar to Amanda.  When I came and filled her up, she had a full orgasm, arching her back, uncontrollably grabbing the sheets, all muscles tensed up, the whole works.  She stayed in the midst of the orgasm for over a minute, finally collapsing unconscious.  I moved her onto her side and spooned her, falling asleep cupping a perfect breast.

Chapter 8

The next morning I awoke still cuddling with Theresa.  She turned, kissed me, said, “I love you, Tom,” and then got up and left.  I laid there a while, then got up myself and got ready for school.  I told Theresa that I would be late again.

When I met with Amanda behind the gym, we limited ourselves to some necking.  She wanted to do more, but she couldn’t be late for class again.  She also told me that her lawyer had just texted and that he had the condo keys ready.  We were to meet him at the condo at five, after practice.  I told Amanda to go ahead, use the smack again, maintain her relationships with the other cheerleaders.  Since it couldn’t affect her, why not.

At five, we got in her beamer convertible and headed over to the condo.  The place was beautiful.  The reason it had sold for such a low price was that it had been on the market for over two years.  The real estate lady showed us around, wisely saying nothing about our ages.  Then we signed everything.  Looking at the documents, the entire place was being put in my name.

After the real estate lady and the lawyer had left, we tested the king sized bed.  After Amanda had recovered, I said, “Now all we need is a little money for household account, for things like groceries.”

She just grinned and said, “I already took care of that.  Check out your bank balance.”

I pulled up the browser on my cell and checked.  She had transferred three hundred and fifty million dollars into my account!  I stared at it for a minute, then said, “Well, that should cover it.”  She just giggled.

“We have our place, now let’s get started.”  I called Leslie.  “Hey, Leslie.  Tom here.”

“Hi, Tom.  What’s up?”

“Do you have some time to stop by my new place?  Official business.”

“Sure.  Can I ask what it is about?”

“Not on the phone.  I am at 1222 Sheraton Place.”

“Okay, see you in a few minutes.”

She pulled up about ten minutes later.  I was at the door.  As she walked up, she commented, “Nice place.”

“Yeah, just picked it up.  Come on in.”

She saw Amanda sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs.  At her raised eyebrow, I said, “Leslie, Amanda.  Leslie is a cop, and Amanda is one of my girlfriends.”

“Why don’t we find something to drink, and then we can get down to business.”  There wasn’t much, the ‘fridge was empty.  We all got icewater, then settled down in the living room.

“Okay, Leslie, I assume that like most patrol officers, you are looking to advance to detective?”

“Of course.  I expect it to take another six to ten years, though.”

“What if you had a large narcotics bust on your record?”

She sat up straighter.  “That might do it.  What do you have in mind?”

“Remember when I told you that I had cured a Heroin addict?”

“Yes, I remember that.”

“Well, Amanda is the one.  She is willing to provide details of a large operation inside of the high school run by one of the teachers.  It would be best if she could remain an anonymous tipster.”

Leslie got big eyes.  “One of the teachers?  Hmmm... technically I am supposed to turn over any information like this to narcotics.  And I will have to unless I catch him in the act.  I can get it trouble for that as well if there is a sting in operation by narcotics.”

“What if he is doing something else as well?  Several of his clients trade sexual favors for smack.  What if you caught him in the act with a minor?”

“That would do the trick.  How do we catch him?”

Amanda chipped in, “The bastard is arrogant as can be.  He is the coach for the cheerleading squad, and since every girl in the squad is hooked, he will openly have intercourse with girls on the squad in his office, which has a big window to the locker room.  I often wonder why a male coach has an office in the girl’s locker room anyway.”

Leslie was shocked.  She had graduated only four years before and none of that was going on then!

Amanda went on, “If we could somehow get you into the locker room without the other girls seeing you, that is all that you would need.  The idiot puts the smack in an envelope in front of the girl he has bent over the table, so that will be in the open as well.”

“I would need an excuse to be there.  To do that, I can try to keep you out of it, but I may have to tell them your name eventually.  I can say that a friend of mine, that’s you, asked me to check this out, which is true.  When it goes to court, your name may be needed for justification.  I will dress in street clothes and wait around a corner.  When you signal me, I can walk out and see everything in progress.”

Amanda said, “If it gets this bastard out of the school, I can live with that.”

The two of them planned for hours.  I went down to the corner convenience store and stocked up while they planned.  When they were done planning, I served a coke to each of them and had a dew myself.  It was getting late, so Amanda drove me back to my parent’s house, where we necked for a few minutes in the car, then said good night.

The next day, I got my lunchtime blowjob from Amanda, and then watched the practice.  At four thirty, it was time.  I opened the side door and let Leslie into the school.  She immediately went to the girl’s locker room to wait.  A few minutes later the cheer squad came out of the gym and went into the locker room as well.

Apparently the plan went off without a hitch.  Leslie caught the coach in exactly the position that Amanda had described, baggie of smack and all.  She didn’t have her radio, so she called in the arrest.  Soon the whole area was filled with uniformed officers and a few detectives.

After the coach was hauled away and his office was searched and several pounds of heroin were found, I left since all the cheerleaders were being held for questioning.  Leslie called later that evening and told me some more details.  Apparently the coach didn’t hold up well under interrogation.  He named all his drug contacts, which turned out to be the vice principal of the school and half the narcotics section of the local police!  The FBI was called in and they had already arrested fifteen detectives and officers.  Leslie said that no one had thought to ask her why she had been there yet.

The next morning in school was interesting.  The principal announced that there were “problems” and that the coach/history teacher and vice-principal were no longer with the school.  I laughed.  When my teacher asked what I was laughing about, I told her that the “problems” were that they were in jail for pushing drugs and statutory rape.  She got a strange look on her face and commented, “I see.”

During lunch I met with Amanda like usual behind the gym.  After she recovered from giving me my blowjob, she told me that she had been telling the other girls that I could help them, now that their supply of horse had dried up.

After school, I sat in the bleachers as the cheerleaders gathered for practice.  Of course their coach was unavailable, and the substitute teacher the school had for his history classes didn’t know squat about cheering.  The cheerleaders gathered in little bunches, obviously discussing what had happened.  As per our plan, Amanda was telling all the strung out cheerleaders that they could get their problem solved at by me at a party tomorrow night, Friday, at the condo.

That night Amanda and I picked up Theresa and went shopping.  We stocked up on all the party goods we could find.  Then we dropped off everything at the new condo.  Theresa was amazed.  She ran all over the place checking it out.  After stowing everything, the three of us tried out the whirlpool.  Both of them ended up nearly passing out with silly grins on their faces after a marathon three way.  What was interesting was both of them were calling me “Master” now, without even thinking about it.  Amanda drove us home.  I was thinking about how it was good thing I was turning 16 in a month so I could get my own car.

Theresa was so exhausted that she crawled into bed with me and immediately passed out.  I snuggled up next to her and joined her.

Chapter 9

In school the next day, I could easily tell who the horse heads were.  They all had the shakes pretty bad.  Three girls came up to me during the day, begging for a dose.  I told them to come to the party that evening.  One girl was in such bad condition that I pretended to give her a shot in the shoulder while I eased her need temporarily.

Amanda and I cut the two periods after lunch, heading over to the condo to get things ready.  I wanted to be safe, so I made sure that the incinerator was working first thing.  Any real dope that a partygoer brought would immediately get dumped in there.  I was sure that the FBI would have learned about the party by now and would either have undercover agents or a raid planned.

At four o’clock Theresa showed up to help.  We got all the chips and dip plus lots of prepackaged party things like pigs in a blanket.  The plan was to have a normal party, taking the horse heads aside one at a time and switching them over.

At a little past five, they started showing up.  They came packed into a few cars, I suppose so no one could track them and because I was willing to bet that a lot of them couldn’t drive in their condition.

Soon the place was full of dopers, leaning on the walls, all with the major shakes.  I started at one side, taking a cheerleader that was in pretty bad shape.  I led her into the study and sat her on a chair.  Going behind her I started making all the standard changes, the fallopian tube sheath, curing her heroin addiction, repairing all the heroin damage, adding the ecstatic results of my semen, the joy at smelling or tasting me, the almost illness from any other man’s semen or sweat, removing all hair below the neck, fixing all the track marks - wherever they were, then finally pinching her on the shoulder so she would think I was injecting something while manually activating the pleasure center of her brain in a way similar to contact with my semen would.  As she arched her back, shrieked, then passed out, Amanda searched her bag and clothes, removing all drug paraphernalia, including cigarettes, and dumping them into the incinerator while I went and got the next girl.  I repeated the process for everyone.

I learned a lot from these girls, several of them were potheads and there was even a coke addict in the bunch.  A lot of them were smokers.  I read the physical effects of this and added immunity to those drugs to my changes, adding them to Amanda and myself as I went.  I also repaired two sprained ankles, three heart murmurs, eight strained knees, a case of cancer, a prevalent case of gonorrhea that most of them had, and even one girl who had an inflamed appendix.

I specifically didn’t add the semen addiction.   That was too problematic.  I figured the joy of sex would keep them coming back.  The only girl who had that was Amanda, and at her request.

About two thirds of the way around the room, I got a girl who didn’t have any heroin addiction although she seemed to have the shakes.  I sat her on the chair, and then sat down across from her.  “You can stop faking now, Special Agent.”

I’ll admit, her acting was good, she looked up and said, “W-what?  Can you help me?”

“Help you with what?  I am curing Heroin addiction here, your only addictions are to caffeine and nicotine.  If you think you will find any drugs here, you won’t get any help with that, there aren’t any.  If you want to kick the nicotine habit, come see me after I finish taking care of all these heroin addicts.”

Still attempting to get me, she said, “P-Please.  I need s-some.  H-Help me?”

“Sorry, no can do.  Now please leave.  The agency wasn’t invited.  If you had asked, I would have let you come legally, but this is illegal, so leave, now.  Otherwise lawyers get involved, and that isn’t good for anyone.”

With that, she just got up and walked out.  A little nervous, I sent Theresa home, telling her that something was up and she needed to get out of there.

I went and got the next girl in line.  By now the first ones had recovered and a real party was starting.  There were even a few cheerleaders in the pool.  Fifteen minutes later I was finished.  Just in case the FBI returned, I ran the incinerator twice, making sure all the stuff dumped was ash.

I was a little surprised, I had expected there to be a few guys in the mix.  I had planned to cure them and just send them on their way.  But there wasn’t a single guy there.  Just thirty or so cheerleaders.  And one agent.  I went over to the agent and said loudly, “Agent, I thought that I told you that you weren’t invited.  I assume that you are wearing a wire, so listen to this.  Unless you show me a warrant in the next thirty seconds, I am calling the police and having you arrested.”

Suddenly she was alone as everyone around her backed away.  She started looking really nervous.  As she moved to the door, she said, “Okay, okay, I’m leaving.”

That must have been the code word, because suddenly the room was full of agents – DEA agents.  I looked at the UC and said, “Oh, wow, you are in so much hot water.”

She got a snotty look on her face as she said, “Why is that?”

“Because there aren’t any drugs here, unless you brought them.  Not a single person in this room is a user.  You just spent a ton of money on a drug raid of a cheerleading squad’s year end celebration.”

“What do you mean, ‘Not a single person in this room is a user’?  Every single one of them is a user!”

“I don’t think so.  You can test everyone here.  There isn’t one addict in the entire room.  The only drug in this apartment right now is caffeine.”

A man came over, he said, “You know, Agent Franks, this is the healthiest bunch of addicts I have ever seen.  Where is all the dope that you said would be here?”

“I don’t know, sir.  They must have stashed it.”

I chipped in, “You are welcome to search the place.”  The agent in charge nodded and the rest of them started combing the place.

Agent Franks was looking nervous.  “But he said that he curing Heroin addiction.  You heard him!”

He turned to me, “You did say that, sir.”

I laughed.  “Haven’t you people read the newspaper?  The dealer who was selling to these kids was arrested on Tuesday!  I came up with a treatment so people can recover from the addiction, which, quite frankly, they all needed since their supply ran out two days ago!  There are no drugs since the supply chain was cut, and there are no addicts since I cured them all.”

The AIC turned to Agent Franks and gave her a questioning look.  “Is that true, Agent Franks?  Was the local network taken out earlier this week?  Don’t tell me that this is the case where the local street cop took out an entire drug ring.”

“Well... yes!  But dammit, there have been rumors about this party all week.  Ten months of undercover work!  I spent ten months in this damn school!  As a stupid cheerleader!  And a local cop scoops me just before I was going to make an arrest.  This party was supposed to be a new supply of drugs!  Where is it?”  She was getting hysterical.  She turned to me, “Damn it, kid, where are all the drugs?”

Now I got angry.  “You mean to tell me that you knew about the drugs and rape going on and you did nothing?”  I was aware of my audience, but I went on.  “I had to arrange for a cop to catch him in the act so he would go down.  She made the decision in seconds!  You spent ten months watching him rape girls and give them poison and did nothing?  Lady, I think that you are about to get sued by every person in this room!”

The AIC was looking very dark.  He lifted his wrist and said, “Cancel the search.  Stand down.  Code-four.”  He looked at Franks and said, “I am passing this on for internal review.  You have obviously lost your impartiality.  Your UC operation is terminated immediately.”

Another agent led her away.  She was blubbering, “but... but... but...”.

The AIC said, “I have a lot of questions, but those can be for another time.  We are sorry for interrupting your party.”  And he simply turned and left.

After all the agents were gone, the girls were glancing at each other, one finally said, “All right, what the hell is going on?”

Amanda started to speak, but I put my hand on her shoulder.  “A few months ago, I tried an experimental cure for Heroin addiction on Amanda.  It was very successful.  You may have noticed how Amanda has really become a better person.  It worked so well that we decided to get you all clean as a sort of intervention.  We arranged for that cop to catch the coach in the act.  Then we got you all here so I could do the treatment on you.  It only takes a minute or so.  Remember when I took you into the den for a minute?”

They all had big eyes.  The one in the middle said, “You mean that you stopped the bad flu?”

“Yes.  As part of that you are all now immune to Heroin and a few other drugs.  You could shoot up all day and not get high from them.”

The one on the end said, “But what was that I felt when you shot something in my shoulder?”

I grinned, “That is what you feel when you are with me.”  When I saw their confusion, I said, “Just hang around and you will figure it out.”

I looked at the bunch of them, “You can leave now if you want, or you can stay for the rest of the party.  All I ask is that you keep this quiet.  I don’t want to be inundated by people wanting cures.”

No one left.  Several of them broke down crying.  One girl looked at me and declared, “I have a future!” and started bouncing around the room.  A few others looked at her, then joined her.  Soon the entire room was bouncing around.  After all, they were cheerleaders, I guess.

I turned to Amanda and said, “I need to relax after all that excitement.  Care to join me?”  We both stripped down and got into the hot tub.  Within thirty seconds there were ten more naked girls joining us.  The rest were naked and playing in the big pool in no time.  It seems that everyone wanted to unwind.  Next to me was a raven haired beauty that I distinctly remembered.  I told her, “By the way, I also cured your pancreatic cancer.”

Her eyes got big.  “But the doctor said it was inoperable!”

I grinned, “You just have to know what you are doing.”

“Oh, thank you!” And she kissed me, hard.  I pulled her over onto my lap, she sank down, impaling my entire staff.  Needless to say, I was leaking pre-cum like there was no tomorrow, and she started having mini-orgasms as she rode me.  Soon I came, and as my cum filled her up, she had a massive orgasm, passing out after thirty seconds.  I carefully slid her off and put her down on the bench, making sure she was above water.

The blonde girl across from me exclaimed, “That is what you meant by staying around you!  Cool.”  She came over and impaled herself.  There was plenty of pre-cum and left over semen for her to moan, exclaim, “Wow!” and start having small orgasms as she rode me.  Soon I filled her up as she screamed in pleasure, passing out herself.  Every girl in the hot tub took their turn, and soon I was sitting surrounded by unconscious hotties.  Even Amanda took her turn.  After making sure they were all above water, I got out and dove into the pool where we played catch and feel with a beach ball and twenty hot wet naked playful cheerleaders.

I got out for a minute and called Theresa, telling her that she could come back now.  She was back in five minutes, diving into the pool to join me and the ladies.  The girls from the hot tub were coming around and joining us in the pool as well.

We played for hours until we all decided we were getting too pruny and quickly dried off and stampeded for the living room.  Huddling into a big 30 cheerleader pile, we all dozed off.  I awoke to one of them giving me a blowjob.  Eight of them sucked me off then collapsed back.  Good thing I had extended my semen production. 

I staggered to the bathroom, then went to get an orange juice from the kitchen.  There were three girls there being domestic preparing what appeared to be waffles.  I came up behind the redhead in the center who was mixing up more batter and hugged her from behind, saying, “Good morning ladies.”

In perfect synchronization, they said, “Good morning, Master.”

I gave the one I was hugging a nipple tweak and she let out a squeal of delight.  Then I grabbed a couple of waffles and wandered back into the living room.  The girls were all up and wandering around.  They saw the waffles and stampeded for the kitchen.

After scarfing all the waffles, most of them got dressed and reluctantly went home after a long enjoyable spit swapping tonsil tasting kiss each.  Over half of them whispered, “I love you, Master,” as they left.

Chapter 10

There were only two cheerleaders plus Amanda and Theresa left when I got a phone call.  It was Leslie.  She sounded a bit rough as she gasped, “I need your talents, 1220 8th Street.”  Then the phone went dead.

We threw on our clothes and the five of us took off.  Two minutes later we pulled up at the address.  Leslie’s new patrol vehicle was out front.  I got out and dashed in.  Leslie was unconscious against the wall with several bullet wounds.  What was surprising was the person, obviously dead from the staring eyes, on the floor across the room.  It was the undercover DEA agent from the night before.

I ran to Leslie’s side.  She was in pretty bad shape.  I don’t know how she even managed to call me.  There were two in the chest, one in her leg, and one in her arm.  The arm looked like it was a graze so I ignored that for now.  I quickly repaired the one on the leg since it was bleeding badly, obviously it had nicked an artery.  The two in the chest took a little more work, they had nicked the liver, stomach, and left lung.  One had just missed the heart.  The repairs weren’t difficult, but I had to come up with a temporary organ whose purpose was to pump all the leaked gastronomic juices out through the bullet holes.  I didn’t want her to get sepsis. 

That is when I heard a loud, “Gross!” behind me.  Looking up, the four girls were watching the greenish glop seep out of the holes.  “Ladies, we need to preserve the crime scene.  Carefully leave now.  I will be out in a minute.”  Again, I reached down and pulled out Leslie’s handheld.  “Break, Break.  10-108, Officer down at 1220 8th Street.  11-41, Send a bus.  Code 30.”  I had been studying.  Again I ignored the squawking dispatch lady.

I noticed that the flow of gastronomic juice had stopped, so I removed the temporary organ and repaired the holes in her chest.  She was coming around at this point.  She looked up and said, “I see you made it.”

“Yeah.  But you almost didn’t.  Two minutes longer and you would be dead.”

“I made the right choice calling you then, didn’t I?”

“Yes you did.  Now, I was going to fix the wound on your arm, but thinking about it, let’s leave that until after everyone sees it.  You need to explain all your blood here, and also it will make anything you say more credible.  By the way, what is that DEA bitch doing here?”

“Good thinking.  It hurts like the devil, but I can live with that for a few hours.  And I don’t know who that bitch is, she ambushed me as I was leaving for work and just started shooting.  You say that she is a DEA agent?”

“Yeah.”  As I wrapped my bloody shirt around her arm wound, I told her what had happened at my party last night.  Just as I was finishing up, about 20 cops burst into the house.  I carefully kept my hands in view and backed away from Leslie.  She moaned and started hamming it up.  She told the cops that I was a friend so they and I could relax.  Her captain, who I remembered from before, came rushing in.  He saw that she was conscious and said, “Officer MacAndrews, report.”

She told him what had happened, then, “I was passing out and couldn’t reach my radio, so I just hit redial on my cell phone.  I had spoken to Tom here a few days ago and when I called him, I am not sure what I said, but the next thing I knew he was bandaging my arm.  I told him what had happened, and he told me that he recognized her as an agent from a botched DEA raid yesterday.”

“Yes, I heard about that.  Apparently an over-zealous agent called in a full raid without probable cause.  I assume this is the agent?”

I chimed in, “Yes, sir.”

“And you were the one having a party for the recovering cheerleaders?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you were also the one who tipped off Officer MacAndrews?”

“Yes, sir.”

At that point the EMTs arrived and insisted that Leslie rest because of all the blood loss.  They strapped her on a gurney and took her away.

“Would you please come down to the station and make a statement?”

“Of course, are you going to take me, or should I get a ride with my friends?”

“You mean the ladies outside?  Why don’t you all follow me back to the station.”

On the way to the station, I told them to wait in the car, that I wouldn’t be long, then we would go see Leslie in the hospital.  At the station the chief took my statement, then started asking about my party, wanting to know about why the DEA was there.  I explained how Amanda was helping her friends because of the sudden loss of their supplier and how the dead agent had flipped out.

He was interested in how I was helping her friends.  I told him that I had come up with a way to help get over withdrawal.  It had worked beautifully on Amanda, so we did it for her friends, and that it seemed to be working.  He wanted to know more, but I said that I wasn’t saying anything until it was proven to work.  I think he thought I was going for the money, which might not be a bad idea by the way, so he dropped it.

Over at the hospital, we all trouped in to see Leslie.  She was wincing as the doctor sewed shut the wound on her arm.  After he left, she said, “Man, this hurts like the bajeezus.  I can’t wait until I am out of here and you can fix it.  I think I am getting spoiled.”  She gave me a strained grin.

“Well I kinda like spoiling pretty girls.”  I said.  She blushed.

“By the way, Tom, who are these girls?  I know Amanda...”

“Oh!  This is Theresa, my sister.  These other two are from the cheerleading squad.  I don’t believe that they ever told me their names...”

“Betty.”  A cute brunette.

“Tanisha.”  A smoking hot black girl.

“The rest of the cheerleaders went home after the party.”

“Okay.  Are you going to be at the new place tonight?”

“Probably.”

“I’ll stop by tonight then and you can please help me with this arm.”

“All right.  I’ll see you then.”  We took off back to the condo.

Curious, I asked, “Betty and Tanisha, don’t you need to get home and do homework for finals?”

Betty answered, “We are seniors.  We have a few finals, but we don’t have to take most of them.  Both of us were kicked out by our parents when we turned eighteen, so we have been sharing a small apartment and working odd jobs.  I think it was an attempt at tough love, although now that we are clean we can probably move back.”

I had an idea, but first I had to check with Amanda.  “Amanda, I never asked, but what is your situation at home?”

“I live with my step-monster who resents that I inherited all the money, not her.  I almost never see her.  My dad died two years ago in a plane crash.  I don’t have any plans or ideas for the future.  I was serious when I said that you could keep me barefoot and pregnant and I would be happy.”

“Ladies, here is what I think, Amanda and I will take the master bedroom, you two move in and share one of the other bedrooms, and I will hire you as ‘models’.  Your job is to keep in shape, look good, sunbathe a lot, and take care of the apartment.  Theresa, I’ll hire you as a model too.  Amanda, I know you don’t need the money, but I would love to have you also be a model.”

Tanisha said, “Sounds like fun!”

The rest of the girls all stated talking among themselves rapidly.  Amanda had caught that I was putting her in with me and was beaming with joy.  “Now you girls need to study, and so do I.  Theresa and I will bike home, get our bags, and tell our parents that we got jobs for the summer.  I’ll talk to you later.”

When Theresa and I got home, I went to talk to mom and dad.  They were in the living room.  Dad looked at me and asked, “So how was the sleepover?”

“Great dad.  Theresa had a fun time staying with the girls too.”  We had told him that I was going to a sleepover with friends, and that Theresa was also going to sleepover with some girls she knew.  No lies there!

“Theresa and I just got live in summer jobs at Sheraton Place, a new exclusive club.  She will be doing some cleaning, and I am a manager.”

Mom said, “I don’t know, Theresa is a little young.”

“She won’t have to do much, it will be more like a summer camp.  I will be her manager and she will be working for me.  She was all excited and begged me to get her the job.”

I saw them glance at each other.  I added, “Just think, you two will have to house to yourself for the summer.”  I thought that might do the trick.  It did.

Dad said, “If that is what you two want, I don’t see the harm in it.”

Behind me in the hallway, I heard Theresa yell, “Yes!”  She stuck her head in the doorway and said, “Thank you, mom and dad!”  Then she took off upstairs, to call her friends, I guess.

Mom and Dad were snickering behind their hands.  I said, “Yes, thank you.”  Then I went up to do my homework.  When I was done, I hopped on my bike and went back over to the condo.  Betty and Tanisha had already moved in.  Amanda was at home doing her homework, I supposed. 

I walked into the living room, just as Betty and Tanisha came into the room from the bedroom area, both wearing their birthday suits.  Without a word, they came over and started undressing me.  Their noses flared and Tanisha commented, “You smell really nice.”  They peeled down my pants and boxers, both sighing as they saw my hard cock.  They pushed me back on the couch and Betty started licking up and down my cock and balls.  Tanisha climbed on board and sank down, murmuring, “Yes!” over and over.  As I lubricated, Betty licked more and more, having mini-orgasms as she tasted the pre-cum.  Tanisha was frozen and quivering until she felt my cum deep in her and then she arched her back, screamed, and came even harder.  Betty moved the semi-conscious Tanisha to the side and climbed on, sliding all the way down in one stroke.  She was orgasming over and over and finally came, hard.  She passed out, collapsing on top of me, quivering with a huge smile as I filled her quim.  I moved her to the side, got up and went to get a drink.

Standing the middle of the kitchen, completely nude except for the bandage on her arm, was Leslie.  “When do I get my turn?”

I went over to her, and kissed her hard, making all the changes identical to those of the cheerleaders.  Then I removed the bandage and, putting my hand over the wound, restored it to normal.  Her nostrils flared as she smelled me and my saliva worked as an aphrodisiac.  Backing her onto the counter I positioned her and slowly slid into her dripping pussy.  She started moaning with little orgasms as we slowly stroked, then when I came deep within her, she came too, thrashing about quite a bit.  She finally passed out in ecstasy, quivering slightly.  I carried her into the living room and put her down next to the Betty and Tanisha.  I went back into the kitchen and got myself a Dr. Pepper then relaxed in the big recliner and watched Law and Order on the nice 50 inch LED TV.

The girls recovered, then moved over by me.  I waved Leslie over to my lap.  The three of them simultaneously said, “I love you, Master.”  Betty and Tanisha snuggled together in the chair next to mine while Leslie snuggled against me.

“Leslie, since you have such a dangerous job, I am going to make some changes, okay?”

“Whatever you think is appropriate, Master.”

With that I went through her, head to toe, her giggling as I stroked her.  I increased her endurance so she would not get tired, increased the muscle connections to double her strength, added high speed nerves to triple her reflex speed, increased her natural endorphin level so she could handle more pain, suped up her system so she would heal fast, fixed her eyesight to 20/10.  I also reversed her age a little down to 20 and froze it so she wouldn’t age any more.  Essentially all the changes I had made in myself.  Hopefully they would let her survive as a patrol cop.

“That was your house we were in this morning, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.  That was only this morning?  Seems like much longer.”

“Is it a family home?”

“No, I just rent the place.  I am from a small town in Wisconsin, all my family is there.  I moved here because I wanted to be a cop and the police chief was a complete chauvinist there.”

“If you want, you can move in here and take one of the bedrooms.”

“Ooh, that would be great!  I’ll do that just to avoid cleaning up all the blood in my living room.”

“I will be moving in for the summer.  I told my parents that I got a live-in summer job as manager at Sheraton Place.”

“If that isn’t a play on words, I have never heard one.  You sneaky devil.”

Amanda came bustling in with a big box.  She saw us, went into the master bedroom, left the box and her clothes, then came over and joined the group, cuddling on my other knee.  She commented, “Leslie, about time you joined us, I was wondering what was taking you so long.”

“Well I wanted to from the moment I met Tom, but I was scared because he is underage.  But then he saved my life a second time, and I loved him so much that I couldn’t keep away anymore.”

“We all know the feeling.”

I left the ladies at about ten.  I had to study, so I didn’t go back until after four that Sunday.  There were four other girls and one guy that were in withdrawal.  They had been sent by their cheerleader friends.  Three of the four girls were cute, so I gave them the same treatment as the cheerleaders.  The other girl and the guy I just cured and sent on their way.

Over the next week I got three more cheerleaders, six more girls and two more guys.  I added the cheerleaders and four of the girls, just curing the other two girls and the two guys.  One of the girls I kept was a really cute Goth.  As of Thursday night, the only cheerleader left was the one who had been caught in the compromising position.  Her parents had her locked down, she wasn’t going anywhere.  Last anyone had heard she was in the hospital in pretty bad shape.  Her usage level had been so high for so long that her brain had to reroute all the neurotransmitters and was having problems doing so, sinking in and out of a coma.  With a 5% death rate, everyone was worried.

Thursday evening, two of her cheerleader friends, Aimee and Gia, came to me and asked if I could help her.  I told them I probably could, but that I couldn’t get near her to do it.  The girls had a solution for that.  They were taking turns reading to the unconscious girl.  I was slipped into the rotation for Friday morning.  I had already taken all my exams except for one – Lisa’s.  I called her and she said that she would base my grade on earlier tests.  Since I was running an A in that class, that was fine with me.

The next morning at eight, I stopped by for my shift at the hospital.  The problem was that her mother was stuck to her side like glue.  Her friends were smart though, they had expected that, and pried the mother away for a break.  The second they were gone, I went over to her.  She was in rough shape.  Her mind was missing many of the neuro-chemicals that normally kept it running.  There was some damage.  I went through and made all the standard cheerleader changes and repairs, then fixed her brain, hoping there wouldn’t be much memory loss.  I programmed her to wake up in about ten minutes.  She looked really good compared to her appearance a few minutes before, hopefully no one would notice the difference.

I was sitting next to her, reading, when the Aimee and Gia brought the mother back.  They looked at me and I nodded.  They were all smiles, even though they tried to hide it.  I went out into the hall, the two of them following.  “Your friend will be all right; she will wake up in about five minutes.  But there may be some memory loss because of how long she has been here.  I had to repair some brain damage.”

They looked scared.  One asked, “She will be all right, though?”

“Yes, she may not have any problems at all, or she may just forget some things, but physically she is 100%.  We had better get back into the room now.”  I headed back in with my two ducklings following me.  The mother was crying slightly, I put my hand on her back, just above the top of her blouse, and said, “Are you all right?” while simultaneously boosting her system.  Otherwise she might not make it the next five minutes until her daughter woke up.

She sat up in surprise, looked at me and said, “Yes.  I am just so scared for my Maria.”

“Don’t worry.  I am very good at things like this, and I think that she will wake up any minute now.”  I continued with a white lie, “She was moaning and thrashing about a bit while you were gone.”

“Really?” She was all excited.  She grabbed Maria’s hand and held it, “Oí, mi hija.”  Since she was just sleeping and not in a coma any more, Maria made a protest sound and tried to roll away.  Maria’s mom got all excited and hit the nurse button.

The nurse came in and Maria’s mother shrieked, “She moved, she moved!”

Maria suddenly looked up and said, “Ai-yai-yai, mom, could you keep it down? Geez.”

The nurse was on the phone immediately, while Maria’s mom started crying hysterically.  I slipped out, giving the two celebrating cheerleaders a half-hug squeeze on the way.  I headed back to school and took Lisa’s final anyway.

Chapter 11

After school I headed for home to pack.  Twenty minutes later Theresa got home to pack her stuff too.  We took off at five, walking to the condo.  We dumped the bags in the master bedroom, then went to grab a snack.  The place felt a little empty, everyone else was home packing for the summer as well.  Theresa and I settled down in the big overstuffed chair in front of the TV.  She snuggled up to me, and I returned the favor, stroking her clit until she orgasmed and dozed off with a happy smile.

Just then Betty and Tanisha came in with an armload of boxes.  I don’t think they saw me, because they didn’t stop their conversation.  Betty was saying, “...Damn, I love it when he cums deep inside me.”

“Yeah, you said it girl.  That warm feeling and then the e-lec-tricity hits.  Oh-baby, I love it.”

“I just wish he were a few years older so we could have a chance like Amanda.”

“Bite your tongue girl!  Don’t get greedy!  We are so lucky to be with him at all.  I would be happy just to be near him for the rest of my life!”

“Me too.  But a girl can dream, can’t she?”

“I suppose so.  Now lets get these boxes unpacked and get out by the pool before he gets here.”

They disappeared upstairs.  A minute later they came down naked and went out to the pool area.  Theresa woke up and went out to join them.  I was starting to get a little worried about Amanda when she called.

“Tom!  I only have a minute before I get caught with the phone.  My step-monster is trying to get her hands on my money, and she thinks that she can send me away and force me to give it to her.  I transferred the rest of it to your account so she can’t get her hands on it.”

“Where is she sending you?”

“A reform school out in the desert somewhere in Arizona.  I don’t know where.”

“With your system, you won’t live a week!  Can you get away?”

“She has a man watching me every second.  I am in the bathroom right now.”

“Can you jump out of the car on the way to the airport or something like that?  Remember that unless you are dead, I can fix it.”

“Probably not.”

“How about I send Leslie after you?  She can stop the car if you report that you are being kidnapped.  You aren’t legally, but that should delay things long enough for your lawyers to do something.”

“Do it.  Call my lawyer right now and tell him what is happening, I have to get off the phone.”

I went and got her lawyer’s card from when we got the condo.  I called him and explained the situation.  “Having the car pulled over for kidnapping is a good idea, but it will only last an hour or so.  There is a reason she is doing this on Friday, I can’t file anything until Monday.  I will see if I can find a judge to sign a restraining order, but it may take a while.”

I called Leslie, who immediately understood the situation.  “I can stop them, but they will be out of the station in less than fifteen minutes.  I would say press more charges, but that can backfire badly.  Let’s just hope that the lawyer can get the restraining order before they go.”

Two nail-biting hours later Leslie pulled up in her patrol car.  Amanda jumped out and ran to me at the door, hugged me hard, and cried.  Leslie parked her car and came inside.  “What a mess!” Leslie exclaimed.  “The plan worked, though.  The lawyer made it just in the nick of time with restraining order.  The toughs that Amanda’s stepmother had hired were on the phone with her and I could hear her squawking from across the room.  According to the lawyer she made a mistake trying to send Amanda to reform school.  If she had sent her to a prep school, finishing school, or even military academy, she could have done so.  But the judge took one look at Amanda’s straight A’s in school, that she was class president, that she had no record, and immediately knew something non-kosher was up.  I have legal custody until Monday when there is a hearing.”

I looked at her and asked, “Have you moved yet?”

“Yes, early this morning.  I am off duty now too, so I am going to go get out of this uniform.”  She took off for her room.

Amanda said, “I need you, now.”  She pulled off my clothes while simultaneously pulling off hers.  She jumped me so I was standing in the foyer with her wrapped around me, buried to the hilt.  It was an extremely awkward position, and I moved over and pressed her up against the wall.  That gave me some leverage and I soon had her tensing up and orgasming, yelling, “I love you, Master”.

I set her on the couch, then headed upstairs where Leslie was in the shower.  I slipped in behind her, greatly enjoying the view of her perfect wet ass.  Reaching around her I hugged her to me, my hard cock slipping between her legs as I played with her perfect C cup breasts.  Her nips were almost an inch long as I pinched them.  She collapsed forward against the wall, presenting her ass to me.  I pulled back then slid forward, filling her hot quim.  Grabbing her hips, I began thrusting, hard and deep.  Soon I left a large deposit as she shrieked and collapsed.  I carried her to the bed and left her, recovering, as I headed out to see my other ladies by the pool.

The three of them were sunning in the pool chairs.  I was instantly hard again as I spied on them.  They were smearing lotion all over themselves, it looked like something out of a video.  I just stood there and watched for quite a while.

I wandered over and laid down in the deck chair next to them.  “Could you girls put some of that suntan lotion on me, please?”  It was unbelievable as all three slowly applied the lotion all over me.  I was hard as a rock as the three of them slowly massaged me all over.  Soon I had three tongues stroking my hard meat.  I couldn’t help it as I ejaculated and the three of them eagerly lapped it up, nearly passing out from the orgasms it inspired. 

I watched as Tanisha collapsed forward on her chair, her perfect ass high in the air.  It made me think of something I wanted to try.  The mucus membranes in the anus are the most permeable of all, so I wanted to see what my semen would do there.  I got up behind Tanisha and stroked a few times in her dripping pussy, then moved up to her tight ass.  She gasped as I slowly slid in, but didn’t say anything.  I didn’t last long, dumping a huge load up her ass.  She jerked around like she was being electrocuted, like a fish out of water.  After I pulled out she continued to flop for a good ten minutes while Betty cleaned me up.  She finally stopped, just occasionally twitching, drool dripping down.  Theresa stared, saying, “Wow,” every few minutes.

Amanda and Leslie were in the kitchen, whipping up a lasagna for dinner.  Very domestic, except that they only wore aprons, their hot asses showing behind.  I was tempted to play some more, but I didn’t want to push a good thing.  For an orgy, I would wait until all the cheerleaders were there tomorrow evening.  Heck, even Maria was going to be there.  We had to promise that it would be chaperoned by Leslie, but she wanted to be there anyway.  It was a combination party, the seniors who were graduating, Maria’s recovery party, and a general party for all of my girls.

I couldn’t resist and snuck up behind Amanda and gave her a big hug, playing with her nips and rubbing my cock on her backside, similar to what I did with Leslie earlier.  She leaned her head back on my shoulder and I noticed that she was crying!  Quickly I asked her if she was okay.

“I am wonderful.  I love you so much.  *sigh*”  She relaxed against me and my cock slid across her pussy lips.  She sighed again.  The lasagna was done and Leslie was tucking it into the oven, so I scooped up Amanda and carried her into the living room where I laid her back on the couch and slowly made love to her.  As she gasped and passed out she managed to whisper, “I love you.”

I sat there for a while, resting.  After a while Theresa came into the living room.  “Master, could you hire Alicia and Jasmine as models too?”  Now, those two were good friends of Theresa’s and they were also extremely cute.

“Do they know what the job entails?”

“I don’t think it would be a problem, they’ve thought you were cute for years.”

“Do you think that they could behave themselves for an entire summer, 24/7?”

“I think so.”

“Do they realize it is a live in job for the summer, and do their parents know that?”

“Yes.”

“Then give them a call.  The more hotties around the pool, the better.”

“Goodie!” She whipped out her cell phone and called a number.  When the call was answered she immediately said, “He said yes!  I’ll see you in half an hour.”  Then she hung up.  She grinned and said, “They are on their way over.”

A few minutes later the two of them came bustling in, carrying a small bag each.  Theresa took them upstairs.  A minute later they came down, dressed like the rest of the girls, in their birthday suits.  Theresa marched them over to me and had them twirl around.  They were having trouble keeping their eyes off of my cock.  Theresa asked, “So what do you think, Master?”

The two of them were gorgeous.  And I said so.  I asked them to sit on the couch.  When they did so, I tapped both of them on the forehead, turning them off for a few minutes.  I quickly did the cheerleader changes.  Then I thought I would try an experiment.  For Alicia, I cranked up her addiction level to my scent so high that she would start getting ill if she was away from me for more than a few hours.  When she was around me she would be in a constant state of light ecstasy and mild euphoria, when touching me it would be almost orgasmic, and my semen was so powerful to her that she would be having massive orgasms on contact.  Even my piss would be euphoric to her.  I set her skin to be hypersensitive to clothing, she wouldn’t want to use any if she could avoid it.  Thinking about it, I also made Jasmine hypersensitive to clothing; she would also be uncomfortable and itch every time she wore something.

I tapped both of them on the forehead, waking them up.  Both of their noses flared, taking my scent.  I gave them each a hug and a kiss to welcome them to the condo, Alicia almost passing out while having a minor orgasm.

Jasmine hung out like the rest, sunbathing by the pool.  Alicia learned quickly to stay at my heels.  She was constantly taking deep breaths and enjoying my scent.  Every once in a while I would caress her skin and she would sigh.  I went to take a piss and she followed me into the bathroom.  I looked at her and said, as I was pissing, “If you want to follow me in the bathroom, you get to lick my cock clean.”

Without a word she knelt and licked it clean, even pulling back the foreskin.  She was moaning in ecstasy.  In the bedroom I bent her over and slid home.  She immediately started orgasming.  A few squirts of pre-cum later and she was thrashing about.  A dose of warm semen into her belly made her scream silently, arch her back, and pass out.  Even passed out she continued to orgasm over and over.  I let her lie there twitching and went to get a snack and watch some TV.  When I collapsed in my big chair in the living room, Amanda took one leg and Alicia rushed in and took the other.    Alicia really wanted to snuggle, keeping as much skin contact as possible.  She would twitch occasionally as she orgasmed.

That evening Amanda, Theresa, Jasmine and Alicia retired with me to the big king sized bed in the master bedroom.  By noon Sunday Alicia was completely trained.  The only time I stopped her was when she attempted to lick my backside in the bathroom.  I told her that there were limits.  She actually looked disappointed.  She stood by, ready to assist as I fucked several of the girls.  Jasmine asked her several times what she was doing, but Alicia just said that she wanted to be where she was.

Leslie worked the early shift, so she got back at about four.  About then I had decided that while it was nice having a body servant, it was a little annoying as well.  So I lowered the addiction component on Alicia to the same level as caffeine, leaving the pleasure components there.  She still followed me around like a puppy dog, but at least she took some time away to sunbathe.

I had been pondering why all these girls were falling in love with me and calling me “Master”.  I was thinking that maybe it could be the increased endorphin and pleasure levels when they are around me was focusing their thoughts on me.  Not that I was complaining.  I was 15 (16 in a week) and had a house full of poontang.  How could I complain?

Soon the house was filling up for the party.  The girls just expected to be naked when they were here, undressing as they came in.  I sat in my throne and delightedly watched them all disrobe and head in to the pool area.  Leslie was still dressed and playing door guard.  Mostly for Maria’s mom who dropped her off with trepidation, but was mollified when she saw a cop at the door. 

Maria came in, saw that everyone was naked and immediately stripped.  She came running over to me and bounced into my lap, straddling me.  She hugged me and whispered, “Thank you for my life.”

I whispered back, “You are entirely welcome.”  Then I kissed her.  She kissed back, hard, getting hornier by the second as she tasted me.  Suddenly she reached down and grabbing my cock, she rammed herself down on it.  Her eyes widened and she exclaimed, “Oi!  That is maravilloso!  So much bigger and better than the coach!”  She began riding me like there was no tomorrow.  Soon she was having little orgasms from the pre-cum.  She was biting her lip so hard that I saw some blood.  Damn she was a hot blooded latina babe!  I reached up and tweaked her giant nips and she came, bouncing all over the place.  That made me go off and the combination of her orgasm and my cum made her scream and freeze, back arched, fists clenched, head thrown back, thigh muscles rippling.  And damn if she didn’t stay that way!  She was like a statue, frozen in mid-orgasm.  I lifted her up and set her down on the chair, wondering if she was okay.  I stayed in the room watching and she finally relaxed, occasionally quivering. 

Alicia stepped forward and eagerly licked my cock clean, having a few orgasms of her own.  I really didn’t want her following me all evening, so I spun her around, took a few strokes in her pussy, then slid into her backside.  She didn’t say anything or complain, being totally subservient.  A few more strokes in her ass and I came again, dumping a huge load.  Of course, that being the most receptive of all the mucus membranes of the body, she started a massive orgasm, similar to Maria’s.  I placed her body next to Maria’s, and then headed for the bathroom to clean up.

After washing myself off, I went out into the pool area.  The place was full of hotties, it made the Playboy Mansion look like an old folk’s home.  Aimee and Gia, always together, came bouncing over.  “Tom!  Thank you.  The doctor thought that Maria was going to die, and now she is great!  Oh, Thank you.”  And they hugged me.  I squeezed both their beautiful asses.  As they got a whiff of my scent, they started lightly kissing and licking each side of my face and neck.  I moved them back, seating them on the rock wall behind them.  I slid into Gia, surprisingly taking her cherry in the process.  I also got Aimee’s cherry a few minutes later after putting the unconscious Gia on a deck chair.  I set Aimee down next to Gia and continued my rounds.

As I came up to groups of girls they would swarm around me, some with doe eyes and some because of peer pressure.  It was about a 3:1 ratio.  I was beginning to wonder where Amanda went when I heard her shout in a loud voice, “May I have your attention please?”

Instantly the place was quiet.

“Ladies, welcome to what will be a weekly event all summer.  Every Sunday we will get together for a party like this.  Except next week, which will be even bigger!  It will be Tom’s birthday, and there will be an all-girl band and a raffle with a three grand prizes of going with Tom to Hawaii for a week!  Second prize will be a new car!”

There was a lot of cheering.  I suppose they mostly were cheerleaders!  This trip to Hawaii now, it was the first I had heard of it, but it sounded like fun.  Leslie had shed her uniform and was standing next to me.  I leaned over and whispered, “Make sure you have that week off of work, I want you to go too.”

She whispered back, “No problem, I have tons.  I got an extra month paid leave each time I was in the hospital.  I have been using a little here or there, like tonight, but with my regular accrued vacation, I still have 11 weeks coming to me.”

“Cool.  Maybe we can have more fun this summer then, eh?”

She blushed slightly, “You bet we can.  Sounds like a plan.  By the way, you saved the life of a little girl and possibly my life this morning.”

“Huh? How?”  I asked intelligently.

“I don’t know what you did, but my speed, coordination, and reaction times have been off the charts.  There was a shoot-out over on Grand Ave and I was pinned down behind a brick wall when I saw a little girl wandering in the middle of the line of fire.  I ran over, grabbed her, from the new angle I was able to easily shoot three of the suspects, and dive back behind the brick wall in what must have been a grand total of a second or two, long before the fourth suspect could redirect his fire.  When he did I hid the girl behind me.  A few rounds made it through the wall, I felt them hit, but when I checked later there was no injury or even a mark except a hole in my uniform.  Another officer finally took the bastard down.  I feel like Supergirl.”

“Was the girl okay?  We can stop by the hospital and fix her.”

“Not a scratch.  As for me, what the heck did you do?”

“Remember a few days ago when I said I was going to make a few changes?  I am a bit worried about you, so, as you noticed, I sped up your speed and reaction times, enhanced your endurance, boosted your immune system, made you much stronger, and made sure you would stop aging.  I thought it might help with your job.”

She stared at me with wide eyes.  “I would certainly say so!  Stronger, huh?”  She turned to the girl next to her and easily lifted the giggling and protesting girl over her head with one arm.  “Wow.  That is so cool! Thanks, Tom!”  Suddenly she froze and said, “Did you say, ‘stop aging’?”

“Yes, you will be a physical 20 years old for the rest of your life.”

“If I am 20 physically, I will never have a heart attack or any other old age problem.  I could live forever!  You made me immortal!”

“In a way.  You could still get shot in the head, fall off a skyscraper, or be decapitated.”

“Well, I suppose the first one is possible.”

I gave her the Vulcan salute.  “Live long and prosper.”  With a wink and a grin I moved over to the bar where some girl had assigned herself.  There wasn’t much to do since there wasn’t any booze, but she looked like she was enjoying herself.

I got a Dr. Pepper from her and gave her a little kiss.  She blushed bright red.  I said, “You want a summer job?”

Her eyes opened wide in surprise.  “Doing what?”

“Running this bar for parties and things, being pretty otherwise.”

She giggled, “Sure!”

“Stick around after the party and we’ll talk about it.”  With that I moved off.

After the party I hired Paula to work the bar and model along with my other girls.  I was tired and we had a big day in court in the morning, so after a little cleanup, we all hit the sack.

Chapter 12

Monday morning was raining.  Amanda, Leslie, with me as an observer, headed over to the courthouse.  Amanda’s stepmom had moved fast, her case was first on the docket for the morning.  I sat behind them, as they went up to see the judge.  He let the other side present their case first.

“Your honor, Amanda Thrupp is a troubled 16 year old girl.  She has no respect for her mother and ignores everything she is told.  We feel that she needs to be sent to a reform school to be taught some manners.”

The judge blinked at him and said, “Is that it?”

“Yes your honor.”

He called for Amanda’s lawyer, George Franks, to present his case.  He went on for some time, giving evidence of Amanda’s grades, her standing as class president, and her leadership of the JV cheerleading squad.  He went on to talk about Amanda’s home life, how she was all but ignored by her step-mother.  Then he mentioned that Amanda’s step-mother had been trying to get her hands on the money that Amanda had inherited.  He concluded with, “Amanda has moved the funds, placing them out of reach of her step-mother, no matter if she succeeds today or not.  Thank you, your honor.”

Her step-mother was whispering back and forth with her lawyers.  They burst out before the judge could say anything, “Your honor, we would like clarification of the last statement about the fund transfer.”

The judge said, “I suppose it doesn’t hurt.  Mr. Franks, could you please expand on your statement about the fund transfer?”

“Yes, your honor.  Amanda received the funds per her late father’s will.  I am executor.  Her step-mother received ten million whereas Amanda got the bulk of the estate.  Last week Amanda contacted me as the adult required on the account and stated that she wanted to move the funds out of her step-mother’s reach.  We transferred all but $100 to another account owned by a third party.  Amanda no longer has access to the rest of the funds.”

Amanda’s step mom looked like she was going to have an aneurism.  The judge was hiding a smile.

The other lawyers looked up and said, “Your honor, due to the inability of our client to pay our expenses, we request that we be allowed to withdraw.”

The judge looked angry, “Get out of here, now.”  The lawyers scrambled out the door.  The judge looked around, “Anyone else with something that they need to bring up?”

George just shook his head, “No, your honor.”  The step-mother just stood there in shock.

“Good.  It is obvious to me that the home environment is not conducive to the welfare of the minor Amanda Thrupp.  She is to be immediately removed from the household of Harriet Thrupp.”

Harriet interrupted, “Excuse me, your honor, but what am I supposed to live on?  I have no money.”

The judge turned to her, “Mrs. Thrupp.  You were left ten million dollars when your husband died not two years ago.  If you have spent that money, that is your own fault.  You cannot steal more from your step-daughter to spend irresponsibly.  Be glad that what you attempted to do was not illegal, I would love to throw you in jail.  Now be quiet.”

“As I was saying, I understand that she lived with a police officer this weekend?”

Leslie stood up, “Yes, your honor.  Officer Leslie MacAndrews.  I live in a rental that has a spare bedroom.  I would be glad to have Amanda stay with me.”

“Since Amanda Thrupp only has two years left as a minor, and Officer MacAndrews is willing to take her in, I grant custody to Officer MacAndrews.  Case Dismissed.”

Everyone blinked a few times, then we all got up and left quickly.  We drove over to Amanda’s old house, a small mansion with cheesy statues and velvet Elvis paintings everywhere.  A rat-dog of some kind came up to us and started barking and jumping about.  We marched up to Amanda’s room, packed all her photo albums, papers, a large painting of her dad, a couple of music boxes, her clothes, and several other small things, into her car.  Since Harriet wasn’t home yet, Amanda went through her dad’s things, packing all his papers, photo albums, several family history boxes, several more paintings, and a few items of sentimental value.  We were leaving just as a taxi pulled in and Harriet got out.

We went back to the condo and hauled all Amanda’s stuff into the master bedroom.  Now that she was staying, I quietly gave her the semen addition back like she wanted.  Then I bent her over the bed and fucked her silly.  Alicia lovingly and eagerly licked me off and I went downstairs.  Everyone was preparing a big lunch to celebrate.  Amanda and Alicia staggered down a few minutes later to join.

The doorbell rang.  Leslie threw on a shirt and pants and went to answer it.  A minute later, she was back.  “Get something on.  It is an agent from the DEA.”  The girls I sent out to the pool area, and I ran upstairs to get some pants on.

I came downstairs and saw it was the AIC from the raid the week before.  I went over and shook his hand.  He said, “Mr. Malloy.  I don’t believe we were introduced last week.  My name is Frank Taymen.”

“Tom Malloy.  Call me Tom.  How can I help you Agent Taymen?”

“Tom, I am here on personal business.  Last week you indicated that you had a treatment for Heroin withdrawal.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Um, ...”  He looked embarrassed.  I just waited.  It took a minute but he finally came out with it.  “My son, Andrew, he likes to rebel.  Since I am DEA, he did it by becoming an addict.  He is in very bad shape.  I am desperate.”

Crap, just what I didn’t want, everyone and their pet dog bringing people to me to cure.  Well, I suppose that a DEA agent was a good person to have on my side.  He must be desperate if he was coming to a teenager for help.  “Is he here?”

“He is in Mercy Hospital up in the city.”

“All right.  Let me get dressed and we will follow you up to the hospital.”  I turned and headed upstairs.  Leslie started putting on her shoes.  I called Amanda in from the pool.  Agent Taymen got an eyeful as she ran upstairs in her birthday suit.

We followed him in Amanda’s car since the squad car was a bit conspicuous.  I had never been to Mercy Hospital before.  The place was huge.  Several large brick 20 story buildings with skyways going everywhere.  As we pulled in, I told Amanda to make sure she got a spot where we could get out in a hurry if need be.  I also took some duct tape and covered the rear license plate.  We wouldn’t get a ticket because the car was backed in, and if we had to take off fast, no one could get our plate number.  I was a bit nervous.  For someone with my abilities to go into an unknown situation, in a hospital of all places, it was scary.

We followed Agent Taymen into the hospital.  He led us to a section labeled, “Long Term Care”.  In a room at the end of the hall was his son.  It was easy to tell that it was his son because, except for the emaciated druggie appearance, they looked a lot alike.  His mother was sitting in a chair by the window.  I went over to the boy, who couldn’t have been much older than me, and touching him on his shoulder, read his condition.

He had been there for a while, the catheter and other gismos had healed in place.  Physically he had atrophied quite a bit.  Mentally, he was still there, but it was suppressed.  There was a lot of damage due to the long term care and the drug use, but it wasn’t much worse than Maria had been.  Hopefully there wouldn’t be much memory loss.

I turned to Agent Taymen and his wife.  “Here’s the deal.  I can have him on his feet in about fifteen minutes.  There are some things you need to know.  There is some brain damage from the drug use.  I can repair it, but there will be some memory loss.  His body has atrophied considerably.  That will take some work to correct.  Now, you can either leave the room while I do this, or you can both swear an oath to never reveal what you see here to anyone, even if it means your job.  Quite frankly, I could use your help in the room, but I don’t need it.”

The two of them looked at each other, then Taymen’s wife said, “If you can get him on his feet in fifteen minutes, we won’t ever tell a soul what happens in this room.”

“Good.  Now someone cover up the security camera and lock the door.”  Agent Taymen hung his baseball cap on the camera and we locked the door.

I gestured Agent Taymen over by the bed.  “I will explain as I go.  What we need to do first is repair all the damage from the doctors.”  I reached down and, suppressing the pain nerves in the area, pulled out the catheter.  Then I put my hand on Andrew’s waist.  It was close enough that I was able to repair all the areas where the surgeons had put in stints and things.  The boy had a tiny dick so I did him a favor and doubled the size to six inches non-erect.  Then I told his father, “Lift your shirt”.  Puzzled, he did so.  There was about 40 pounds of fat on his dad which I took, chunk by chunk, and used as mass to rebuild some muscle tone in Andrew.  Agent Taymen ended up with a nice six pack with all the fat removed.  It would make his wife happy.

Both Agent Taymen and his wife were watching with dropped jaws.  I moved up to the Andrew’s head.  “I will now fix the brain damage from the drugs.”  I repaired the brain damage and added full immunity to Heroin, Cocaine, Marijuana, and every other drug I know about.  Then I removed all the tubes, repairing the damage and shutting off the monitor alarms as I went.  Finally I pulled out the IV and fixed the hole.

I reached up and tapped him on the forehead.  His eyes popped open.  He sat up quickly and said, “Where the fuck am I?  Mom, Dad, what’s going on?”

His parents started crying hysterically and rushed over to hug him.  I quickly beat a retreat before all hell broke loose.

Since I had made my retreat, I headed down the hall, Amanda and Leslie following.  I was a little tired so I stopped in a cafeteria and we got some late lunch since we had missed the meal earlier.

I mentioned to the girls that I really wanted to help people, but I didn’t know how to do so safely.  Leslie said that we should shelve that for later planning.  I reluctantly agreed.  We piled back into the car after I peeled off the duct tape, and headed for the mall to have some fun shopping.

The girls spent several thousand, mostly at Fredrick’s and Victoria’s.  I picked up a new Blu-Ray player and several DVDs.  When we got back to the condo, there was a small surprise.  Maria was there.  Apparently, she had discussed it with the other girls, and then convinced her mother that she needed to escape in work for the summer, so she was now working there for the summer.  I didn’t mind, she was hot.  I told her that she could recruit Aimee and Gia if she wanted.  She immediately flipped out her phone (where do they hide that when they are naked?) and called them.  Within minutes I had two new naked giggling employees.  I followed them out to the pool where we relaxed for the evening, all eleven of my girls getting a nice warm bellyful of cum.

Tuesday we just relaxed.  Wednesday, Agent Taymen and Andrew stopped by.  I invited them to lunch.  Both of them accepted.  Andrew’s eyes bulged out the whole time, staring at all the pretty girls.  He turned to me and said, “Thank you.  I am not sure which is better, waking up from a coma, or an hour here.”  I laughed.  I liked this guy.  The girls liked him too, giggling and flirting with him.

Taymen watched his son, while keeping an eye on the girls, of course.  “Tom, I don’t know how you performed this miracle, but Thank You.  Thank you for the life of my son.  Anything I can do for you, just ask.  My wife and I owe you everything.”

“I may take you up on that when the government finds out about my gift.  For now though, I am happy to help.  I just wish there was a way to help everyone who needs it.”

He nodded understandingly and turned to watch Andrew with a combination of Love and Parental Pride at the way he was handling the girls.  “We have to go soon, my wife sends her thanks too.  Andrew missed a lot of school, so we have to get him registered in summer school immediately.”

“Okay.  I will see you later.  I would like to invite him to my birthday party here next Sunday.  Is that all right?”

“Sure.  While my wife would go ballistic at your little playboy mansion here, as a guy I sure understand.  And Andrew seems to be getting along with your girls pretty well.”

“Yes he is.  I had better go ask him before he steals them all.”  I went over to where Andrew was whispering something in Paula’s ear while she giggled.  The two of them seemed awfully close.  I asked him, “Andrew, the girls are throwing me a birthday party next Sunday.  Are you interested?”

“Hell, yeah!  Any excuse to hang out around here.  What time?”

I looked at Amanda.  She said, “Four.”

“Cool!  Yeah, I’ll be here.”  He looked over and saw his dad gesturing at the door.  “But I gotta go now.”  He stared hard into Paula’s eyes.  “I will see you later.”  He reluctantly followed his dad out.

I turned to Paula.  “It looks like you really like him.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, I like him too, but not that way, of course.”  I gave her a hug, and while I hugged her I modified her so that Andrew’s semen and scent would work like mine.  She hadn’t been around long enough for a strong attachment, and I wanted both her and Andrew to be happy.  She moped about for the next couple of days, even a slow screw over the bar only cheered her up for a few hours.  She cheered up a little as she helped Amanda stock the bar on Saturday.

I had given Amanda a check card for my account, it sure seemed that she was using it!  Since it was her money to start with, I didn’t worry too much.  Just to be safe though, I transferred $50 million to Leslie’s account.  You never know if her step-monster had something else up her sleeve.

For her prizes Amanda had the three trip packages, a beautiful Mercedes convertible that was delivered Saturday morning, several computers, six $2000 mall gift cards, six $500 mall gift cards and six $100 mall gift cards.  I did some estimation in my head and came up with close to $150K worth of prizes.  Wow. 

She told the girls already living at the house that we would do a separate event later.  She set up a raffle for the guests.  As people arrived, they wrote their names on the slips and put them in a bowl.  I slipped off to the bedroom, only Alicia following like usual.  So she wouldn’t call during the party, I called my mom and let her say happy birthday.  She was sobbing about how she “missed” us.  I promised that we would slip away for a visit soon.  After the call, I went online and ordered Sheraton Place t-shirts and matching shorts.  I chose a logo of a desert oasis with a pool and palm tree.

I took Alicia doggie style, leaving her passed out with a smile on the bed as I headed downstairs.  I noticed that Andrew was already there, necking with Paula.  He had chosen to go au natural like everyone else there.  She looked like she was in second heaven.  I went over and said, “Congratulations, you two!  You make a great couple.”  Both of them blushed.  “Andrew, does this mean you’ll be visiting a lot this summer?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well enjoy yourselves!”

A little while later I looked over and he had her bent over the bar, thrusting while she shuddered in ecstasy.  Several other girls were watching.  Of course they were not physically attracted, but it sure was hot to watch.  He came and she let out a loud shriek and collapsed forward, quivering.  She didn’t pass out, but came close.  There were a few calls of, “Nice one!” and “Way to go Paula!”  Andrew had obviously gotten over his embarrassment as he bowed, still plugged into Paula.  She groaned and came again as his bow shoved him deeper.

I got a little hard watching the show.  One of the girls, I didn’t recognize her, was cozying up to me.  I sat her on the stone wall surrounding a tree and slid in.  She shuddered and wrapped herself around me.  With each stroke deep into her she shuddered and clasped me tighter.  When I came she shuddered a final time and collapsed back against the tree.  With a “Shlorp!” sound, I slid out, Alicia eagerly licked me clean, and I moved on.

Amanda was over by the band.  They weren’t bad, it was several girls that I didn’t know, three of them I had cured, two of the three were ones I had sent home without physical conditioning, and a fourth girl I didn’t recognize at all.  I went over to Amanda and asked her about it.

“Oh!  Sonya here said her band would be happy to do the party.  I saw them at several other parties last year and they were pretty good.  I swore them all to secrecy, if that is what is worrying you.”

“Naw, I trust you.  I was just curious.  If the band members are interested, I can do a cosmetic upgrade so they can join the ‘beautiful’ crowd here.  Just phrase it nicer than that to them.”

“I can tell you right now that two of them will take you up on that offer, the two that you didn’t make your own.  They really feel left out.  I don’t know about the drummer.  I have never met her before.”

“Have them take five after this number and come in and see me in the bedroom.  Come with them, please.”

“Sure thing, Master.”

“Oh, and bring any girls that you know of that have complained that their tits or asses are too small.”

“I know of three, I will bring them too.”

I headed over to the bar where Paula had recovered enough to serve drinks.  I got a Dr. Pepper and headed inside to wait as the current number finished.  A minute later Amanda led in six girls.  The three from the band, and three that I assumed had the breast issues.

I addressed the three band girls, “I hear that you want a makeover.  This will change your appearance, are you sure?”

They all looked nervous, but nodded their heads.  I had them lie down on the bed, then turned them all off.  I had the breast issue girls come over.  The first was a senior, but almost didn’t have any breasts at all, barely an A cup.  I took fat from the chubby girl on the bed and used it to increase the breast size, making sure to only do a little fat and mostly under tissues so they were nice and perky.  I had Amanda stand next to me with her perfect C cups as a model.  Soon the girl had C cups.  She had a small ass so I turned her around and added padding there and on her thighs too.  She had the perfect hourglass figure when I was done.

There was still plenty of fat to get rid of, so I called over the next girl.  She was already sporting a pretty B cup, so I asked her, “Why do you want to change these pretty breasts?”

“All the women in my family have at least a D cup by the time they are fifteen.  I feel left out.”

“I wouldn’t feel left out, I would feel lucky.  Tell you what, I will make them D cups, and if you don’t like them at the end of the summer, I can fix them back the way they are now.”

“Oh, yes!  That would be perfect!”  So I built up her breasts to an easy D cup, making sure they were still nice and perky.  She was jumping for joy, which created an interesting bounce when I was done.

The third girl was like the first, an A cup that just needed a boost.  Her ass was great though, so I left it.

The girls on the bed were much improved already.  Most of the fat was gone, which helped a lot.  I took them one at a time.  The first one was actually cute without all the fat, so I just cleaned up all the stretch marks, perked up the breasts, and slightly increased her lip size.

The next girl needed some work.  She was slightly horsy looking, I needed to do some serious work, but her body shape was completely different from Amanda.  I had Amanda go get Betty to be the model.  It took a while, but I sculpted the girl to look like Betty’s twin, from the tips of her toes to her teeth.  I added a small birthmark on her left shoulder so I could tell the difference.  If you looked really, really close, it was a stylized TM, my initials.

The third girl was similar to Amanda, so I sculpted her as Amanda’s twin, leaving the same birthmark.

Amanda and Betty watched with fascination as their twins were created.  Alicia took it in stride; her master could do anything so she wasn’t surprised at all.

I awoke the three girls.  They rushed to the mirrored wall by the closet.  The first one was happy that she was thin now.  She turned and kissed me, prolonging it as she tasted me and got turned on.

The other two just stared.  Amanda and Betty came up and stood next to them.  It was uncanny.  Betty #2 turned and said, “Wow, I look wonderful!”  Betty beamed next to her.  “But how am I going to go home?  My own mother won’t recognize me!”

I had thought about that, and I had an idea.  “Before you leave tonight, we will wrap your face in bandages.  Tell your mom that you had cosmetic surgery; your voice hasn’t changed, I made sure of that.  Two days from now, take off the bandages.  I doubt very much that either of your families have seen your twins, so that should work.  They will be pissed that you did this without asking first, but that is the price you will have to pay.”

I went on, “Now you need to get back to work, and I need to get out to my party!”  I turned and went outside, all six girls following.  There were a few double takes as two Amandas and two Bettys walked out the door. 

The leader of the band, Sonya, who was one of my girls already, saw the girl I had just thinned up.  “Wow, Georgina, you look amazing!  Where are Tina and Barb?”  Tina was the Amanda clone and Barb turned out to be the Betty clone.  The four of them got up on stage and started playing the next set.  I had carefully made sure their singing voices were unchanged and their hand sizes were about the same so they could play.

About an hour later, Amanda got up on stage.  It seemed strange to see her standing there with a guitar and also with a microphone.  “Time for the big drawing!” she announced.  She started at the bottom, giving out the gift certificates.  There was a lot of excited squealing.  The computers got even more squealing.  Then came the convertible.  Everyone held their breath.  Theresa, who was pulling the names, reached in and handed Amanda the slip.  She read it, raised an eyebrow, and announced, “Andrew!”

A stunned Andrew looked up from where he was licking Paula’s neck, came over and Amanda handed him the car keys.  “Congratulations!”

The next three prizes were the trips to Hawaii.  Those were won by Georgina, the cute drummer I had just fixed up; a tall redhead named Jenny; and the Goth girl named, of all things, Flower.  Heck, if I had a name like that I might go Goth too.

Then Amanda announced, “and for Tom’s birthday, a new Camaro 2SS!”  She held up another set of keys.  I was surprised to say the least.  I went up and thanked her with a big smooch while everyone cheered, then I put on some pants and went outside.  The car had been delivered when I wasn’t looking; it was parked next to the Mercedes.  It was beautiful.  I had never been a car guy, but this converted me.  Wow.  I went back in and gave Amanda another smooch.

It was getting late, so the party started winding down.  Most of the girls had to be home because they were still under 18, and Andrew wanted to go play with his car so he had to say goodnight to Paula.  We fixed up the clones with facial wraps from the first aid kit, and they took off.  We told the Hawaii trip girls to be there at six A.M. Friday for the two week trip.  Even Flower looked excited as she left.

Soon it was down to the eleven permanent household members and five leftover party goers.  We all collapsed into a giant intertwined pile in the living room and went to sleep.

Chapter 13

A few days later I was driving around in my new car when I saw a girl climbing over the railing on a freeway overpass.  There was no one else around so I screeched to a halt and jumped out of the car.  I ran over to the girl, a mousy looking blonde about my age.

She saw me coming and shouted, “Don’t come near me, I am going to jump!”

There was nothing I could think of that would make me ever do that.  “Why?”

“My life is ruined!” She started sobbing as she sat on the railing.  “My parents broke up and hate me, I missed so much school that I am now two grades held back, I am ugly, everything is going wrong!”

“So why are you jumping off the overpass?  If you are going to kill yourself, at least do it in a way so that you can be an organ donor.  Don’t be selfish.”  I figured this would stop her for a bit.  Maybe even get her to climb down.  I was wrong.

“Why not?  What has this world ever given me?”  Then she jumped.  I raced to the edge, just in time to see her land in the north bound lane of the interstate.  I scrambled to the end of the bridge and ran out to her.  She had cracked her skull and had some major organ damage and a few broken bones.  Nothing I couldn’t fix.  Problem was that she had damaged her brain so badly that she would be a vegetable.  Before any of the traffic I could see coming in the distance got too close, I quickly carried her to my car.  I stabilized her then floored it back to the condo.  Amanda came out when I got there.  I told her what had happened as we carried her into the bedroom and put her on the bed.

“Are you sure that her mind is gone?”

“Yes.  It is actually strewn out over the freeway.”

She grimaced.  “Yuck.  How anyone could do that to themselves... Anyway, I have an idea.  Remember Tina, how you made a duplicate of me?  Do it again with this girl, then copy my memories into her.  I know you said that you can’t read the memories, but can you copy them without understanding them?”

I thought for a minute.  “I can read the chemical encoding and RNA strands then duplicate them.  If this works, she will be you, down to every thought and memory.”

“Yes, that is what I want.  Do it.”

“I don’t think you realize what you’re getting into, but okay.  This is going to take a few hours though.”

I went to work.  I repaired all her organs, and then putting one hand on parts of Amanda, then the other on the same parts of the new girl, I forced a duplication down to the cellular DNA level.  This was more than I had ever done before.  Whereas Tina looked like Amanda, this girl WAS Amanda.  I copied everything, even the eggs and menstrual status.  I even copied the small smallpox vaccination scar.  I added the clone birthmark.  All this took about an hour to complete.  Then I took a short break and went back to work.

Copying the mind was going to take some meticulous work.  I sat down and closed my eyes, breathing slowly as I got myself into a calm meditative state.  Then I turned Amanda off.  I put one hand on Amanda’s head and the other on Amanda #2’s head.  Slowly and carefully, I probed Amanda’s mind, reading all the chemically stored information and duplicating it in Amanda #2’s mind.  It took a lot longer than I had thought it would.  I had to get up twice to use the bathroom and get something to drink.  It took about ten hours.  When I was done, except for the birthmark I couldn’t tell them apart, even with my talent.  I tapped both of them on the forehead and woke them up.

They both sat up and in perfect synchronization asked, “Did it work?”  They looked at each other and let out a harmonious, “It worked!”  They poked each other then turned to me and said together, “Master, nice job.”

“I’m exhausted so I am going to go relax by the pool.  You two get to know each other and decide what the new one of your names will be.”

They glanced at each other, and then the one with the birthmark said, “Call us both Amanda.  We wanted to do this so we could serve you better.”

“Yes, but you are going to have to get separate passports, drivers licenses, and go to school.  You need a different name.”

She frowned in thought for a second then said, “Hi, my name is Mandy.  I am Amanda’s twin sister.”  Both of them grinned at each other, then at me.  Then in chorus, they said, “Let us help you relax, Master.”

I grinned, “It is so cool when you two do that.”

The two of them smiled, then swarmed all over me.  Wow, two tongues simultaneously licking my manhood like pros.  The two of them worked as a team, they laid me back on the bed while one of them mounted me and the other licked my balls.  I blasted off in no time, both of them writhing as they came as well.  Alicia eagerly lapped up the mess, licking us clean.

The three of us staggered downstairs to get some dinner.  Theresa gasped.  “It worked!  That is so uncanny.  Next time you are going to have to do me!”

I commented, “I won’t be doing that again soon.  Copying the brain is exhausting.”

“I’ll bet.”

One of the new twins commented with a nasty grin, “I can’t wait until our step-monster sees us.  She’ll have a heart attack.”

Andrew, who was visiting Paula, who in turn was curled up on his lap, stared at the newly minted twins in fascination.

Also visiting were Tina and Barb to get their “bandages” off.  There were three Amandas standing there, all completely identical.  I asked Tina and Barb to go to the next town over to get their driver’s license reissued, just so there wouldn’t be any confusion.  Both of them said that their families accepted the story, but their parents were really upset that they had gone and had cosmetic surgery.

The next morning, Thursday, was interesting.  Amanda and Mandy went down to city hall to get Mandy’s license.  Because Mandy didn’t exist, of course there was no record of her.  But since they were twins, they were going to make like there should be a record.  First thing she needed was a birth certificate.  Amanda had been born in the local hospital, so her birth certificate was at the local city hall.  They went in and requested both their birth certificates.  There was a commotion when all they could find was Amanda’s.  Mandy was obviously her twin, but there was no record of her birth.  A million forms were filled out, but she finally got her birth certificate a few hours later.  A trip over to the DMV and she had her license.

Tired from all the red tape, we went back to relax.  The t-shirts that I had ordered came in the mail.  We all put one on with a pair of shorts and took a group shot.  It looked like a summer job.  We sent copies to all the parents.

Barb stopped by and said that her family was in shock over how much she had changed from the “surgery”.  Her younger sister was begging her to take her in to get work done too.  Barb said that her sister looked a lot like she used to.  I told Barb that if she wanted it, I would be glad to help.  Barb said that she would think about it.

Remembering my promise to visit, Theresa and I drove over to our parent’s house.  They were all hugs and kisses.  My dad loved my new Camaro 2SS.  I told him that I won it in a raffle, and that a friend of mine, Andrew Taymen, had won one too.

“Wow, you are really working for the rich folks aren’t you?”

“Yes, I guess we are.  They really like Theresa and me, they want us to continue working this fall after school.  I told them I would talk to you about that.”

“As long as you keep up your grades, I have no problem with that.  But if your grades fall off, you will have to stop until they get better.”

“Thanks, Dad.  Are you and Mom enjoying the house to yourself?”

He grinned, “I am a bit ashamed to admit it, but yes we sure are.”

Our Mom called us away from the car.  We went in where she was sobbing over Theresa.  She pulled me into a big hug and sobbed all over my shoulder.  I handed her the group picture from “Sheraton Place” which she immediately hung on the fridge.

We talked for a few hours, telling them about all the parties that we “worked”.  I told them I was a house majordomo while Theresa worked mostly around the pool area.  We told them about the DEA raid that turned out to be the wrong house which got a laugh (my Dad said, “No wonder taxes are so high”).  They were happy that we were having a good time with our summer jobs.  With hugs and kisses we left to get back to “work”.

Our flight left the next morning.  We had first class tickets for me, Amanda, Mandy, Leslie, Theresa, Alicia, Georgina, Jenny and Flower.  We promised the rest of the ladies that we would take them later.

Chapter 14

At the airport we were held up because Flower’s body jewelry was setting off the alarm.  The rest of us thought it was funny, but Flower was really embarrassed, especially when the hand scanner went off over her crotch.  She commented that she had been considering getting rid of all the rings and studs, and that her mind was made up now.  She was going to get rid of the damn things.

I ran my hand over her face, all the rings and studs “falling off” into my palm as I plucked them out, instantly healing the scars and holes.  I told her to wait until we got to the hotel and the two of us could remove all hidden ones. 

I mentioned that since she was going that far, maybe she should get rid of all the black and white makeup too.  She looked thoughtful for a minute, then said that she would for “at least” as long as this trip.  She went to the lavatory as soon as we got on the plane, when she returned the makeup was gone.  What was really surprising was the auburn hair; I don’t know how she changed her hair color in a plane bathroom, but she did.  She was really beautiful, easily a rival for the Amanda Twins.  I asked, “Why do you hide your face when you are so beautiful?”

She blushed a little.  “I wasn’t when I started wearing this stuff.  I wanted to escape from problems I had.  For a while I even had a Mohawk!”  She grinned.

“Somehow I doubt you weren’t beautiful when you were younger.  We can talk about that later, though.  Let’s just enjoy the plane ride!”  I clinked glasses of Coke-Cola with her and smiled.

Amanda and Mandy both leaned over and congratulated her on getting rid of the makeup and piercings.  Several of the other girls also congratulated her.  She was obviously unused to all the attention and blushed a lot.  She did come out of her shell a little and started a conversation with Georgina and Jenny, who were next to her.

Theresa and Alicia were making a lot of noise, jumping around and acting like little kids.  I thought it was really cute, so I didn’t say anything.

The plane took off right on schedule.  For fun I took Amanda (or was it Mandy?) back to a lavatory and joined the mile high club.  I inducted her twin and Leslie into the club while we were over the Pacific.

We got our leas as we exited the plane.  There was a limo waiting for us at the baggage claim.  The driver had already put all our bags in to the trunk.  I decided he needed a good tip.  He took us directly to a secluded beach cottage.  “You are already checked in, sir and ladies.”  He put our bags in the cottage.  I tipped him $100 and he left.  Mandy took off to confirm that we were checked in already.  She returned driving a jeep, apparently it was part of the cottage rental.

We all dumped our stuff in the main bedroom, then stripped and headed for the beach.  I came up behind Georgina and gave her a big hug, my semi-hard cock rubbing her behind.  She giggled and leaned back.  Suddenly she spun about and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and spearing herself on my hard cock.  I staggered for a second, then she started moving.  I was leaking pre-cum in no time and she was having mini-orgasms, building up to a final orgasm that hit her when I came, filling her with man cream.  She hugged me tightly quivering, a minute later looking up into my face and said, “I love you, Master.”

Hmmm.  Definitely something on how the mind’s pleasure centers were activated while she was focusing on me.  There was no reason otherwise that she would suddenly start calling me “Master”.  The word choice was probably because she had heard the other girls use it, but the feeling was from the enhanced sex.  I kind of wondered what else she would have used if she hadn’t been hanging around the others, “my lord” maybe?

I gave her a kiss, then let her down and we continued on to the beach.  Alicia was way ahead with Theresa.  I kind of missed her cleaning me up.

The beach was beautiful.  There wasn’t anyone else around.  I couldn’t imagine what this place cost.  The ocean was blue and big.  My girls were frolicking around, examining everything.  Even Leslie was acting like a schoolgirl, running around.  I felt old, watching them all play.  I don’t know why. 

Amanda and Mandy had towels laid out and were slowly rubbing sunscreen on each other.  Just watching them got me hard as a rock, which I believe was their intent.  I went over to them and, positioning Mandy’s ass in the air, slid into her.  She soon collapsed on her towel with a belly full as I turned to her twin, pulled her up, and gave her the same.

As I finished with Amanda, Flower came up.  “Tom, could you help me remove these now?”  She gestured at her nipple and clit piercings. 

“If you want, but I think that they look pretty hot.”

“Really?”  She blushed.  “Well, if you like them, maybe I will leave them for you.”

“Thank you.  Come here and I will make sure everything is okay with them.”  She sat in front of me and I examined the nipple piercings.  She had rings in each nipple.  It was actually very professionally done.  As I played with them, I really cranked the pleasure nerves in her breasts and nipples while decreasing the pain nerves in her breasts and completely disabling the ones in her nipples.  Her breathing was getting faster.  Moving down, I removed her belly ring.  I have always thought those were silly.  On her clit I did the same as her nipples, I cranked the pleasure nerves gain way up while disabling the pain nerves.  I also enlarged it to almost an inch long.  While I was at it I removed all her pubic hair except for a little triangle at the very top.  I had seen that in a few porn magazines and loved the look.  I stuck a finger in her pussy and did the same nerve changes.  She was moaning and thrashing about so I moved forward and slid into her.  She started a series of orgasms that almost scared me in their intensity.  When I came she screamed and, like Maria, froze with her back arched and fists clenched.  I disengaged myself, leaving her frozen in ecstasy on the beach, and headed out to dive into the surf to clean up.

I had an idea from Flower’s piercings.  When I got in from the beach, I went to my computer and ordered three dozen titanium finger rings, customized with a bar running through it like a no-smoking sign.

That evening was a luau over at the main hotel.  The girls put on bikini tops and sarongs, and we headed over.  It was like something out of a movie.  Very corny and fun.  I hadn’t ever had roasted boar before, it was really good.  I danced with my girls while all the other guys watched enviously.

It was a few days later when I was coming in from the beach when I saw a glint from the bushes next to the house.  I continued on like I didn’t see it, then when I got into the house I pulled on some pants and called the hotel office and reported it.  Only thirty seconds later, hotel security was dragging a man out of the bushes with a big camera.

The guard asked me, “Do you know this guy?”

“Hell, no.”

He asked him who he was.  The man refused to answer.

The guard turned back to me, “Do you want to press charges?”

“Since he won’t tell us who he is, yes.  And please note that the girls and me, of whom he was taking nude pictures, are minors.”

That got him talking.  He was a damn paparazzi!  He thought were we celebrities.

I laughed, “We aren’t any type of celebrities, unless you count inheriting some money and blowing it being a celebrity.  Mister, I won’t press charges if you erase the SD cards in your camera and in your pocket, then leave.  If you come back, hotel security will call the cops and you will end up as a registered sex offender.”

He looked unhappy that I knew there was a SD card in his pocket, but I watched as he erased both by formatting, and then he was marched out by security.

A few days later, we saw a man struggling out in the bay.  Leslie and I dove in and were there very quickly.  I let her do the honors of bringing him in.  This time it was a college student staying at the hotel who had heard rumors about gorgeous women nude sunbathing over on our beach.  Hotel security dragged him off and I didn’t hear anything after that.

Otherwise it was a very non-eventful vacation.  We had fun exploring the islands, bought a lot of tourist junk, but that was about it.  If I was older and needed a rest, it would be perfect, but being sixteen, I wanted more excitement.

The one good thing was that Alicia spent most of her time with Theresa.  She still hung out with me in the evenings and loved to lick me clean, but she was learning to be herself.

We flew home uneventfully.  Back at the condo, the three raffle winners didn’t want to leave.  Jenny and Georgina eventually had to leave, but Flower decided to stay.  She was eighteen so she joined Betty, Tanisha, Amanda, and Mandy as permanent residents.

The rings had arrived, so I called everyone together.  “Ladies, you have a decision to make.  I got these rings as a symbol showing that you have decided to be one of my girls.  Once I put them on, they cannot come off.  It is a lifetime commitment.  Who here will be one of my girls for the rest of your life?”

Amanda, Mandy, Leslie, Betty, Tanisha, Maria, Aimee, Gia, and Flower all wanted rings.  So did Theresa, Alicia, and Jasmine, but I told them that they needed to be at least fifteen, and that on their fifteenth birthday I would be happy to claim them.  Paula said she was tempted, but she really loved Andrew and she thought that her future was with him.

Amanda got the first ring.  I took her left ring finger and, temporally disabling all the nerves, used my ability to slide the ring into place, the cross bar in the middle of the finger bone.  It took some work, I had to erase the bone, slide the ring through, and recreate it.  The only way she was going to get that off was by chopping off her finger.  I put one on all the other girls who pledged themselves to me too.  Engraved along the edge in almost microscopic lettering was “Property of Tom Malloy”.  Because it took a diamond saw to engrave the rings, that inscription had cost a lot of money.  I also did the same physical changes as Leslie had to all the rest of them.  As a promise for the future, I upgraded Theresa, Alicia, and Jasmine as well.

I knew a few other girls would want rings as well, tomorrow was Sunday, party day, and they would be at the condo.  For now, I turned all my ladies around, bent them over, and took them, one by one.  All nine of them.  As they came violently when I shot into them, they collapsed forward, leaving their dripping pussies in the air.  I glanced back when I was on the fourth one, Betty, and saw that Alicia was licking up all the cum dripping out of the girls I had finished with.  By the time she reached the end of the row, she had climaxed about fifty times and just keeled over next to the last girl, Flower, her ass in the air like the others.  I couldn’t resist and I moved in and fucked her too.  As I was fucking her, the last three girls lined up, Theresa, Jasmine, and Paula.  I had to use my ability to regenerate my cum, but I did them too.

It was quiet.  All the girls were passed out.  I got myself a snack and went to watch TV.

Chapter 15

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               The next day was a real welcome back bash.  It was also the 4th of July celebration.  We partied pretty heavily.  Sonya and her band were back as good as ever.  I didn’t get a chance to talk to everyone, but Georgina and Barb from the band were willing to make permanent commitments, so I gave them a ring and a bellyful.

There were eight new pretty girls at the party that I didn’t know.  Two cheerleaders introduced me, they were all from the swim team which explained their extremely well defined pectorals.  None of them were drug users, so I just gave them each a greeting hug, making the usual changes.  A couple of them joined me in the hot tub later.  They were very good in the water.

Barb said that she was going to bring around her sister tomorrow.  She mentioned how her sister, Bonnie, was already a social outcast because of her buck teeth, bulging eyes, and weight issues.  I was beginning to really like biosculpting, I guess it was my new hobby, so I told her that it would be no problem.

The next day the girls were just finishing cleanup when Bonnie arrived.  The poor girl was a bit homely.  Barb sat down with Bonnie and me and we talked.  Since Bonnie was only fourteen, it would be a real can of worms if Bonnie was changed too much.  I understood.  Rather than duplicating someone existing, I would need to be artistic and just fix her issues.

We were sitting in the living room, so I reached over, tapped Bonnie’s forehead, and turned her off.  I laid her out on the couch, Barb assisting.  Since the face was the important part, I saved that for last.  The first thing I did was remove the extra 20 pounds of weight, evenly distributing it between Barb and myself.  I cranked up Barb’s metabolic rate (mine was already high) so that it would burn off fast.  I also cranked up Bonnie’s rate so that she would keep the weight off.

Then I started at the toes and worked my way up.  She had knock toes, so I did completely redo the feet to match her sister.  As I was doing that, I realized I could save myself a lot of time and make her a duplicate of her sister from the neck down, just a few years younger.

Bonnie had severe liver, pancreas, and ovary damage, not from cancer, just badly damaged organs that were barely working.  If she hadn’t come to me, she would have been dead in a few months.  I asked Barb, but she was puzzled about that, not knowing the cause.  I repaired them.

On the face I fixed the teeth, made the nose a little smaller, copied her sister’s eyes, and slightly rounded the long face.  It still looked like her, but was tremendously better.  I wasn’t really interested in adding her to my harem, she was a charity job, so I just added the immunity to all the street drugs, then woke her up.  She looked down, squealed, and ran for the bathroom to check out the mirror.  “It’s me, but yet it isn’t me!  This is so strange!” she exclaimed.

Barb took her home and I began seriously thinking about what I could do to help people.  Not just cosmetics, but I could heal anyone completely if they weren’t dead, and maybe if they just (within minutes) died too.  I would have to experiment a bit on the last, I didn’t want people with so much brain damage from lack of oxygen that even repaired they were like zombies, no pun intended.

That evening Leslie had another story to tell.  Apparently she was able to easily run down a fleeing rapist; jumping fences in a single bound, able to see him in the dark.  I was wondering a bit, we lived in the ‘burbs, why was all this stuff happening?  I asked.

“Apparently, with the greatly reduced manpower, all the crooks have moved in and think they can get away with anything.  And they have been, unfortunately.”

“With the loss of so many officers and detectives, isn’t the department hiring more?”

“No, they cannot until the ones who were arrested are sentenced.  They are officially still working and are suspended until then.  There isn’t enough money in the budget.”

Dang, I couldn’t just hand them a check, that would be too traceable.  Hmmm, but what about the Sheriff?  Technically he could deputize people.  And deputies could be loaned to the local police.  Sheriffs are politicians, so they are used to hiding funds.  I mentioned my idea to Leslie.  She said that it might work, based on how cooperative the sheriff was feeling.

I drove to the Sheriff’s office.  He was a little put back by the fact that I was only sixteen, but he acknowledged the need.  I wrote a check for two million dollars so he could get twenty deputies.  He said that he would loan fifteen of them to the city’s police force.  All the patrol units for the arrested officers were sitting in the police parking lot and could be used.  He figured that the force would be back up to strength by the end of the week.

Having done my civic duty, I went back and fucked the still auburn haired and makeup free Flower until she passed out.  I immediately turned to Alicia and slid into her backside, leaving her, a few minutes later, twitching and unconscious as well.  I grabbed a book and went out to the pool side to read it.

Chapter 16

For the next month we all relaxed.  Leslie reported that crime was way down now that the force was back up to size.  She also mentioned that the sheriff was keeping the source of the funds on the DL, that no one in the department knew where he was getting all the money to hire the extra deputies.  She still had the occasional story, but the frequency went way down.

Mid August those of us still underage had to get ready for school.  Leslie, Betty, Tanisha, and Barb had graduated so they continued on, but the rest of us had to finish our summer “jobs”.  I transferred $30K to the accounts of all the “models”, including Theresa, Amanda and Mandy.  We had one last party where I left all my ladies unconscious, smiling, and drooling on the floor.  I removed the “all other guys are disgusting” part of the graduated girls who I wouldn’t be seeing anymore.  I left the enhanced reaction to me, of course, but now they would have normal reactions to other guys.

I fixed Alicia’s and Jasmine’s physical aversion to clothes, although I figured they would have a lifelong mental aversion.  I also removed the very slight addition component from Alicia, not that it had ever activated since she had shadowed me constantly.  I left the double strength reaction to my scent and taste.  She was pretty upset that she had to go home.  I figured that she would be sleeping over with her friend Theresa a lot.

Of course, Amanda and Mandy, as Leslie’s wards, were staying put.  They cried a bit, then said, “Well, we can meet behind the Gym again.”  I told them that I would be spending almost every waking moment here at the condo, but they were still upset.  Flower was going back to school, she was a year behind from all her Goth stuff, but she lived in the condo now.

Betty, although she wasn’t going anywhere, was a little upset.  When I asked her why, she sobbed, “I wanted your baby so much!  I have been trying to get pregnant all summer.”

A little surprised, I said, “Follow me.”  I led her to the bedroom, and slowly made love to her, removing the fallopian tube blocks and making sure there was an egg ready.  Then I filled her up with baby butter.  It was too chaotic to see if it took, but I was willing to bet it did.

That reminded me of Lisa, she would be about seven months along by now.  We would see her when school started.  I was really curious to see my baby.  I realized that we never told her about the condo and that she could stop by.  I hope she would take us up on the offer, it would be tough raising a kid by herself.

Theresa and I drove home.  We got a lot of hugs and kisses from Mom.  We each trudged to our rooms.  It felt almost surreal.  That night I slowly made love to Theresa, who was a bit ambivalent.  “I wish we were still at the condo, but here I get you to myself.”

The next day Theresa caught the bus while I drove to school.  I parked and was immediately surrounded by about twenty girls.  I hugged and kissed as many as I could before we all had to run to our first period class.  There were five of my girls in the class and they all sat around me.  The same thing happened for all my classes.  At lunch I sat at the end of a table with twenty girls sitting at it, and several dozen more sitting at tables in the area.  A good third of them weren’t my girls, but since my girls were the school’s elite, all the other girls hung about them.

I was proud of Flower.  She came to school in a sundress with a lot of pink flowers on it, sandals, and no makeup at all.  Most people didn’t even recognize her.  I told her how wonderful she looked, and she blushed.  A very different girl!  She told me that she had stopped by the house to get some of her stuff and her mother had cried with happiness when she saw her in the sundress.

I ran into Lisa after school.  She looked wonderful.  She was one of those women who positively glow when pregnant.  I gave her a hug, then putting my hand on her belly, checked out the kid.  She was perfect.  I told Lisa, who was really happy.  I told her to stop by the condo some time, giving her the address and telling her that she was always welcome.  A little surprised, she said that she’d stop by soon.

I hung around watching the cheerleading practice.  There was a new coach, and he was doing evaluations.  With their enhancements, Amanda and Mandy easily made varsity.  Mandy had easily gotten into all the same classes as Amanda, and Amanda was in all of my classes.  I guessed that she had laid down a few bribes to get that done.  The two of them were really playing up the twin card, wearing the same clothes as each other.  Only I knew that they were much more than twins, even having identical fingerprints.

About fifteen cheerleaders had graduated.  There weren’t all that many freshmen cheerleaders, I supposed because of the newspaper articles last year, many parents weren’t allowing their girls onto the squad.  Of the new ones, only two were worth checking out.  When my girls bounced over to see me, I told them to invite the two cute new girls for the back to school party on Sunday afternoon.

After spreading a lot of hugs, squeezes, and kisses, I headed for the condo, the Amanda twins and Flower catching a lift.  I left all seven of my girls who lived there twitching in ecstasy on the living room floor and headed home.

Alicia was waiting with Theresa.  I corn-holed both of them, leaving them passed out on my bed, dripping asses in the air, with a silly grin as I did my homework.

Things went about the same every day until Friday.  Lisa showed up at the condo after school.  All the girls swarmed around her.  She was crying.  “It feels so right here.”  Leslie and the Amanda twins asked her to move in, and she agreed.  She looked at me and quietly said, “Tom, it has been too long, I need you.”

Because she was pregnant, I took her from behind, adding the cheerleader mods and erasing all her stretch marks while I was at it.  She was yelling as she came, shouting “Tom, I love you” and collapsing, rolling on her side to prevent hitting her belly.  She was nearly out of it, she smiled, said, “Damn, I needed that,” and fell asleep.

Since it was the weekend, I was “working”.  So were Theresa, Alicia, and Jasmine, who showed up on their bikes at about five.  Also arriving were all my ring girls except for Georgina who was on a family trip.  They were all present when I put a ring on Lisa.

Lisa and Leslie hit it off immediately, probably because they were my two oldest girls.  They sat for hours at a time, talking.

I had noticed a “for sale” sign on the condo/townhouse next door.  I called the number and got the same bank that had sold us ours.  I offered $900K which they immediately took and we signed Saturday morning.  I offered one of the new bedrooms to Lisa.  Inspecting, the new place was a little worn, and for some reason all the pots and pans were gone from the kitchen.  All the light bulbs were gone as well.  Strange.  I called a contractor, and for double pay, he came out that day and cut three doors between the condos, one on each floor, and removed the separator fence.  He had to make them fire doors because of the fire code, but as soon as the contractor left, I took the doors off the hinges and stashed them in the attic.  During this time, the girls were all helping Lisa move in.  I was going around and screwing in light bulbs.  Because the master bedroom was so easily accessible in the new half of the condo, I reserved it to be the nursery for all the kids that would be coming.  The bed was in rough shape anyway (who the hell had lived there before?), so I threw it out and put the rest of the furniture in the attic.

I told Lisa that she could furnish the nursery any way she wanted, just to remember that it wasn’t only for her kid, that her ‘sisters’ may be having kids too.  I mentioned that Betty was trying to have a baby as well.

That night I took care of my ring girls who weren’t permanent residents, plus Alicia and Jasmine.  Jasmine had been giving Alicia a hard time, so I cranked up all her responses to match Alicia.  One time and she wasn’t teasing Alicia anymore and the next day she started following me around as well.  Alicia even taught her how to lick the inside as well as the outside of my foreskin, which got both of them reamed and passed out with silly grins.

About two o’clock that Sunday afternoon the party goers started arriving.  Much to Lisa’s surprise, they all stripped at the door.  She bowed down to peer pressure, being the only one clothed, and stripped as well.  Lisa was the center of attention, all the girls wanted to feel her belly and talk to her about it.

I was surprised when a group of four girls came up to me, they had all graduated last year and I thought they were in college.  The leader of the pack was the former head cheerleader, Sarah.  Two of the others, Pam and Darlene were cheerleaders, and the last one, Tammy Sue, was a sex goddess who oozed sensuality from every pore.  I had regretted seeing them go, especially Tammy Sue.

Sarah started, “Tom, we have a problem, and you are really good with problems.”

Not sure where she was going, I said, “Okay...?”

“We don’t have any place to live.  Because we were so screwed up last year, we didn’t get into any colleges, and our parents won’t let us stay at home.”

Knowing where she was going, but not liking her arrogance, I signaled her to continue.

“We heard that Betty and Tanisha moved in here, and we were wondering if we could move in too?”  She batted her eyes.

I wanted to talk to Amanda and Mandy about this.  I really didn’t like them inviting themselves.  “I’ll let you know in a little bit.”  I went to find the twins.  Both of them were managing the kitchen.  I came up behind them and hugged them to me.  They sighed and leaned back.  I stood there for a minute, then asked, “I have a policy question for you.”

“Policy?” said Mandy.

“Yes.  So far everyone living here has been invited.  But four girls just asked to live here.  What should our policy be?”

They thought for a minute.  “Are they up to our standards?”

“Physically, yes.  Mentally I don’t know.  They want to move in because they didn’t get into college.”

They glanced at each other, Amanda saying, “Hmmm, I say take them in, but make them complete servants, totally under your control.”

“Are you sure?  That is pretty drastic.”

Mandy angrily said, “They need their arrogance cut away.  They need to understand that nobody, absolutely nobody, tries to push you around.  You’re the Master.”

A little shaken by her vehemence, I said, “I will tell them the conditions.  One of you want to help?”

Mandy stepped forward.  I went back and they were standing there talking.  They didn’t see us around the corner.

Sarah was saying, “When he takes us in, we can save up and get a place for ourselves in a few months.”

Pam, “I kind of like it here, I’ll help you save up, but I want to stay.”

Tammy Sue, “I really like it here too.”

Sarah snorted, “What about you Dar?”

Darlene, “I like it here, but I want a place of my own too.”

I had heard enough, I came around the corner.  They saw me and shut up.  “Okay, ladies, here is the deal.  1.  Minimum stay is until Christmas.  You cannot leave before that.  2. You will work for your rent.  3. You are completely mine until the time is up.”  Sarah opened her mouth, so I added, “These rules are non-negotiable.  You can leave right now, at Christmas, or you will have the choice to stay indefinitely after that with all the privileges of my other women.  That includes a full education from the local community college.”

Darlene looked worried, “What are you going to do to us?”

I said, “When you leave this house, you will be exactly like you are now.  Ask Mandy here if you don’t believe me.”

Mandy chipped in empathetically, “If he says it, it is so.”

Sarah, since she thought that she was above all this and indestructible, agreed with the proposal.  The rest of them agreed when she did.  I had them all sit on the couch in the living room, then reached out and turned them off.

Turning to Mandy, I said, “What do you think, complete physical dependence on me, with addiction so strong that they will go comatose after two days without me, chemical bonding so they get off just smelling or touching me, and suppress the free will for a month or so to get them trained.”

“Sounds about right.”  She still sounded angry.  “Can you somehow really crank their libidos too?”

“You got it.”  I went and made the changes, hyper-sensitizing the sexual part of the brain, and suppressing the frontal cortex, similar to a lobotomy.  I made sure that there was no permanent damage and the suppressed cortex would wear off over the next month or so.  I also made the same changes that I had done originally with Alicia, only even stronger.  I made them so that they would get violently ill around any guy but me.

When I woke them up, they just sat there.  I told them to go serve drinks for the party.  They got up and headed for the kitchen, all except Tammy Sue whom I kept back.

I spread her legs and she about passed out in ecstasy from my skin contact.  I rammed home and she silently screamed as every pleasure nerve in the entire area fired off.  A few strokes and I came.  She actually screamed out loud, arched her back and clenched every muscle in her body and froze that way, similarly to the way Maria orgasmed.

I turned to Mandy and gave her a long French kiss, squeezing her delectable ass while Alicia and Jasmine licked me clean, moaning in pleasure.  I left Tammy Sue there and headed back to the party.

Lisa had an entourage.  Betty was the leader, but there were six other girls hanging around her sighing about how wonderful it would be to have a baby.  I came up from behind, cupping an ass in each hand, and said, “Ladies, the day you turn 18 is the day you can get pregnant if you want.  Lisa even agrees with that.”  She was nodding her head in agreement.  “In fact, I have ensured that every girl here except Lisa and Betty cannot get pregnant.”

There were a lot of sad sighs.

Chapter 17

It took some doing, but I convinced my parents to let Theresa and me live at work.  I put forward the boarding school concept, and they bought it.  Theresa and I were back in the condo an hour later.

A few weeks later I confirmed that Betty was pregnant, another perfect little girl.  She was ecstatic; she and Lisa went out and spent over $30K on things for the nursery.  They wallpapered, put in nursing chairs, bins of toys, and several beautiful wooden cribs.  The former full bathroom was filled with baby stuff.

A lot of my girls couldn’t make it for the Sunday parties.  We decided to reschedule for once a month.

Sarah and her cohorts had most of their intelligence back.  They had learned their lesson and spent most of their time just waiting for me.  They had been trained by Alicia, and were completely and totally devoted to me, they didn’t want to do anything else besides their assigned housework, sunbathe, exercise, and wait to be in my presence.  They were as devoted as Amanda and Mandy, but without any mind or imagination.  The four of them were waiting in the corner the entire time I was at the condo, Alicia and Jasmine joining in on weekends.

It was interesting watching Alicia take over.  She became the leader of the group, even though four of them were five years older than she was.  I even overheard Sarah calling Alicia during the week with a question.  They followed Alicia who trained and led them very well, even setting up schedules.  I was proud of her.  Even Amanda and Mandy commented on how well Alicia was managing “the ex-bitches”, or EBs for short.

In school, I was surrounded at all times by the prettiest girls in school.  Overhearing many conversations, it seemed that every move I made was analyzed by every girl in the school.  Any favoritism I showed made a girl top of the pack, except for my ring girls who were already there.  Those rings automatically made each of my girls the absolute social example.  They were studied almost as much as me.  It was funny seeing dozens of girls dressed like hippies following Flower’s example, or how a simple dress that Maria wore was soon copied everywhere.  Since I didn’t like cosmetics, the local Clair’s went out of business.  One girl got a ring and wore it, but she was ostracized for being a pretender and quickly got rid of it.

A few girls, who had problems like a harelip or bad acne, got a cheek stroked by me and their problem fixed.  Soon it became a good luck charm to have a cheek caressed.

The ultimate, of course, was to be invited to attend one of the parties that we had once a month.  There was a lot less sex, but nudity was still the norm.  I was still surprised at how readily girls stripped when they got to the party, even if they had never been there before.  Heck, they were even taking group pictures and sending them to each other.  It was common to wear their cell phones on a neck strap or wrist strap.  One girl I saw had it on an elastic strap around her ankle.

Typically I was the only guy there.  Occasionally Andrew showed up, but he was always necking with Paula and didn’t socialize much.  The girls would stare at and drool over my cock, much to my delight.  The two cute new freshmen cheerleaders were soon squealing with delight with my cock buried in them.  So were around fifteen other freshmen girls, one junior transfer student, and a hot blonde exchange student from Finland.  I just made the usual cheerleader changes in them all, but didn’t make it so they got ill with other guys.  That was reserved for cheerleaders only.  I got all the cheerleaders.

Right after the early October party, I found myself surrounded by jocks in the hallway.  Brad, a very large football player, came up to me.  “Selfish Bastard!” he said as he gut punched me.  Not expecting it, I gasped as the air whooshed out.  He went on, “Who the fuck do you think you are, stealing all the girls in the school?”

By this time I had recovered, I am sure even the bruise was healed.  “I didn’t steal anything.  The ladies make their own choices.”  I saw that there was a growing audience of several students, including a senior cheerleader I knew, Trish.  “Now please get out of my way, I have to get to class.”

He belligerently repeated, “You will stop stealing all the girls!  Don’t you know that the cheerleaders only date the teams?”  I could see that the concept of free will was beyond him.

“No.”  No one had ever said that to him before.  He shook his head like the gorilla he was and tried to grab me again.  I easily avoided his mitts and dodged to the side.  For the next two minutes I dodged him.  He was really working up a frustrated rage, especially after the audience started laughing at his antics.

With a bellow he reached into his pocket and pulled out a big knife.  I was a little surprised since just having one on school grounds was a felony.  He started trying to cut me with the knife.  The audience laughter turned to gasps.  I yelled to them through the wall of basketball players and linebackers, “Should I stop this?”

Half of them yelled back, “Yes!”  So I kicked him in the nuts.  He dropped the knife and bent over so I kicked him in the head.  He dropped like a dead moose.  I bent over him and repaired the hemorrhage in his brain before he died, but I left his crushed scrotum as it was.  Give him a Darwin award.  I saw out of the corner of my eye one of the linebackers stooping to grab the knife, to use it or hide it, I wasn’t sure, but I snapped, “Don’t touch that knife,” and gave him a very dirty look.  He stopped.

A minute later the cavalry arrived.  The principal and the school nurse rushed in.  The principal pocketed the knife and I was marched down to the office.  He started a big lecture about fighting.  “I have no choice but to suspend you for fighting.  The coach will be really upset.  You may have ruined our chances of winning state.  For your sake I hope that Brad recovers.”

“Does the fact that it was self-defense mean anything to you?”

“Why would a star like Brad attack you?  That doesn’t make any sense.  I am calling your parents.”

My mom came and got me.  I explained that I was attacked and had defended myself.  She said she believed me.

I had had my ringer off since I was in the office, so when I checked my phone I had thirteen missed calls, 82 missed texts, and someone had sent me a video.  It was a video of the entire fight.  Trish must have recorded the whole thing.  I told my mom to turn around.

At the school, I showed the video to the principal.  He turned a bit red, then he apologized to both me and my mother.  I emailed the video to his school account, and he was watching it closely as he sent me back to class.

I was swarmed as I entered Calculus class, apparently the entire school knew everything.  One girl there had Trish’s cell number, so I sent Trish a text, ‘Thx, I owe U 1’.  She was very popular for a while.  All the basketball players and linebackers who were at the fight got suspended for a week, the one who tried to pick up the knife for a month, and Brad was expelled.

Chapter 18

I called a meeting the Saturday morning following the October party.  Every one of my girls was there.  Even the EBs were standing in the corner with Alicia and Jasmine, who had just earned her ring as she turned 15.  Andrew and Paula were also present.  We needed to discuss some things.

I started, “Ladies, you all know of my interesting abilities.  For a long time now, I have been brainstorming for ideas on how to help others.  I have been helping individual requests such as Maria, Andrew, and Barb’s sister.  But I feel guilty not doing more.  I have had several ideas, but would like to hear what you come up with.  The only parameter is that we want as few people knowing about this as possible. Ideas anyone?”

Dead silence.  I swear I even heard a cricket chirping.

Then Lisa spoke.  “I have been thinking about this for a while, given my current condition.” She gestured at her very large pregnant belly.  She was currently a week overdue.  “I think you need to find a doctor that you trust.”

A lot of the girls looked at each other and nodded.  I said, “Yes, that is what I was thinking, but I don’t have a clue as to where to find a trustworthy doctor.  And by the way Lisa, as long as I am at your side, you don’t need one.”

That got me a smile.  Then Andrew chipped in, “Maybe my Dad can help.  He knows a lot of doctors from both his job and from when I was sick.”

“Andrew, that is a great idea.  Could you give your dad a shout and ask him for a meeting ASAP?  I really would like to get going on this fast, Lisa doesn’t have long, hours to a few days before Sara is born and she obviously wants to give birth in a hospital.”

I smiled out at the rest of them.  “It is so good to have everyone together.  Let’s have Paula take a group picture of us.”  While Andrew was on the phone we all grouped up in front of the fireplace and Paula shot off a few pictures.

We ordered a dozen pizzas and had a small party.  Mostly talking since several of my girls didn’t see each other much, mostly Maria, Aimee, Gia, Barb, and Georgina.  Barb was a senior and a year younger than Betty, but since they were twins, they liked to talk a lot.

Andrew said that his Dad was on the way, then he grabbed a slice of Pepperoni and sat Paula down on his lap to feed it to her, making sure lots fell off on her so he could lick it up.  It looked like fun, so I sat Amanda down for a slice as well.

It was a bit of a drive from the city, so Agent Taymen didn’t get there for about forty minutes.  He came in as one of the EBs let him in.  He was about to say something when saw Andrew still slowly feeding Paula and raised an eyebrow.

I followed his gaze and commented, “Four months now.  Looks like it will last.”

He blinked, “You mean he has had a girlfriend for four months?  He never said anything.  I was getting worried.”

“Don’t worry.  They have been hot and heavy since his first visit.  Love at first sight, I guess.  I made sure that she can’t get pregnant until she is nineteen, so don’t worry about that either.”

“That’s a relief.  One less thing to worry about.  I am just so happy that he is alive.”  He looked at me.  “I hear that you are looking for an honest doctor.”

“Yeah.  I need a medical doctor to whom I can tell about my talent who would keep it a secret and help, not tell the whole world or go overboard trying to make money off of it.  Andrew said that you got to know a lot of doctors.”

“Yes we did.  I also did background checks on them through the agency.”

I was a little surprised at his admission.  That was highly illegal.  I suppose we had each other over the barrel.  “Any likely candidates?”

“I am thinking of a resident at the hospital that Andrew was at.  She was completely honest about him, where many of the other doctors weren’t.  She and my wife hit it off and talked quite a bit.  Apparently she is some sort of medical genius who turned down several corporate jobs in order to work in a hospital to help people.”

“She sounds ideal.”

“Let me call and get my wife’s opinion.”  He flipped out his cell and started pressing buttons.  He talked with his wife for a few minutes, explaining the situation.  She agreed with him.  She said the resident’s name was Angie Wilson.

Agent Frank Taymen, Amanda, Mandy, and I piled into my car and we took off to find Angie Wilson.  He commented, “Wow, you two really look alike, even more than most twins.”

Mandy, who was in the back seat with him, said, “I am actually a clone, not a twin, but don’t tell anyone.”  She gave him a big smile.

“A clone?  Is this another of Tom’s secrets?”

“In a way.  He came across a suicide victim.  She had just jumped off of an overpass and her brains were spilled out over the freeway.  She was barely alive and obviously wasn’t ever going to be herself again.  I, or rather the original me, (she gestured at her twin in the front seat,) suggested duplicating myself before the body died.  Tom spent eleven hours copying me.  He says that I am a perfect copy down to the DNA.  I believe him.”

“Wow.  I am even more in awe of his ability.  That is unbelievable.”

I chipped in from the driver’s seat, “I know.  I figure that if I can do something like that, imagine all the people I can help.  That is the main reason we want to find a doctor.  A doctor will have a lot better access than we can come up with.”

The two of them went on, talking.  Mandy told about her inheritance and how her step-monster tried to steal it.  He told her about how they were fighting a new influx of hard drugs into the area.  He said that he was glad to have an excuse to take a break from that, it was getting really intense.

I said, “Remind me when we get there to do the law enforcement physical upgrade.  Your life expectancy will go way up.”

“Upgrade?  What kind of upgrade?”

“Higher endurance, faster healing, faster reflexes, things like that.  Officer MacAndrews says that it has already saved her life several times.”

We pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.  I backed in, but didn’t cover the plates this time.

I put my hands on his neck, the bare small of his back, his arms and I had him pull up his pant legs.  I made all the law enforcement mods like Leslie’s except for the anti-aging.  Good thing I did.  We got off the elevator and walked into a situation.

A nutcase had taken the area hostage.  He had everyone face down on the floor and a nurse held in the crook of his arm while he waved a big gun in the other hand.

The man turned when he heard the elevators open.  One look and Agent Taymen dive rolled sideways, pulled out his gun and shot twice, the shots so close together that it sounded like one.

The perp’s gun flew out of his hand and he collapsed backward as a bullet hit him in the shoulder.  Amanda, Mandy and I all dove and pulled the nurse out of the way.  Taymen dove for the perp and had him handcuffed in less than two seconds.

It took a little while for the hospital staff to realize that it was over.  Taymen called out, “Everyone okay?”  Everyone was.  A minute later hospital security arrived.  Better late than never, I guess.  Taymen pulled out his badge and made sure everything was copasetic.  He was thanked and the perp was hauled off.  The nurse that the three of us had tackled was a bit shaken up, but I did a quick check and all she had was a bruise on her arm which I quickly made disappear before someone saw it.

Within minutes I wouldn’t have known anything had happened.  We asked the duty nurse if we could talk to Doctor Wilson.  She waved us to the waiting room and paged the doctor.

As we sat in the uncomfortable polyester weave chairs, Taymen said, “Wow, thanks for the upgrades.  I don’t think I have ever moved so fast or accurately in my life.”

“Yeah, I originally thought about doing it for Leslie MacAndrews, a friend of mine who is a cop.  She says that it has saved her life several times.  I guess I was getting tired of patching up holes in her.  Like when your Agent Franks shot her, she was in pretty bad shape by the time I got to her.”

“The record only shows that she was grazed in the arm.”

“Actually, she also had two in the gut and a severed femoral artery in the leg.”

“Shit.  I don’t know what got into Franks, she really snapped.”

“Leslie doesn’t blame anyone.  She is too nice of a person for that.  She is just happy to do her job.  She really believes in ‘To Protect and Serve’.”

At this point a pretty brunette woman in doctor’s scrubs walked in.  “Oh hi, Mr. Taymen.  I didn’t know it was you.  How is Andrew?  I still can’t believe how he suddenly got up and walked out of here.”

“He is fine.  Has a new girlfriend that he is really involved with.”

She laughed.  “Good for him!  How may I help you?”

“Actually, how Andrew got up and walked out of here is what we want to discuss with you.  This is Tom, and he has something he would like to show you.”

I held out my hand.  “Hello, my name is Tom Malloy.”

“Doctor Angie Wilson.  You know how Andrew did that?  Because it is a minor medical miracle.”

“Yes I do.  But I want your word of honor that you will not tell anyone how it was done.”

“As long as it wasn’t illegal, I can agree to that.”

“Okay, but you are not going to believe me if I just tell you.  Take me to a really sick patient, preferably someone whom you cannot treat.”

She raised an eyebrow, but silently led me down the hall to a boy who was about ten years old.  He was asleep, but I could see that he was in the last stages of cancer.

Taking Agent Taymen’s cap, I covered the camera again.  Then I went over to the poor kid.  Offhandedly I wondered where his parents were.  I tapped him on the forehead and turned him off.  Then I went to work.  There was a lot of damage from the chemo that I had to fix, practically every tissue in the body was damaged.  I found out that the kid had leukemia, his bone marrow was practically eaten away by cancer.  I restored healthy marrow, fixed the kid’s heart murmur, like Andrew I noticed that he would have a tiny dick so I changed it so he would grow a nice ten incher.  I put my hands on his scalp and force grew an inch of hair.  Then I tapped him on the forehead and turned him back on.  He was still asleep so I shook him gently and he sat up.

“Who are you?”  He paused for a second.  “I feel great!”  He jumped out of bed and ran over to the window and peered out.  “I want to go outside.”  He looked over at Doctor Wilson, whose jaw was hanging, “Hey Doc, can I go outside?”

She managed to say, “Yes, Alex.  In a few minutes, okay?”

She looked at me, “Okay, are you a faith healer, or what?  Alex hasn’t been able to walk in the last two weeks.”

“I’m not a faith healer, but I can fix people by touching them.  It is a conscious effort, I read what is wrong and change it.  Right now Alex is as healthy as any ten year old.  The leukemia is completely cured.”

“How did you know he had leukemia?...  Oh, yeah, right.  You said that you ‘read’ him.”

“By the way, I also fixed his heart murmur.”

“That wasn’t even in his chart!”

“You sound like you don’t believe me.  Let’s keep going.  Lead me to the next patient.”

She thought for a moment.  “Okay, I have one that will prove if you are real or not.”  She took off down the hall, the four of us following.  Taymen grabbed his hat from the camera as we left the room.

She led us into a room where there was a fairly pretty girl with her entire right side crushed.  Her arm and leg had been amputated and there was obviously something wrong with the shape of her pelvis.

I turned to the doctor.  “I will need an obese patient here to supply the material to rebuild the arm and leg.”

She looked at me for a moment, then called a nurse and had a grotesque fat woman wheeled in.  Varicose veins, smelly, greasy, around 400 lbs.  After the hat was hung, I turned her off and did the same with the poor crushed girl.

I went to the crushed girl and started fixing things.  Her crushed pelvis I pushed back into shape, I restored her uterus and ovaries, her kidney, and used her remaining body fat to generate a babies’ arm and leg.  Then I went to the fat lady and started taking scoops of fat and used it to supply material to grow the arm and leg to their normal size and musculature.  The crushed girl was back to normal.  I left her for a moment, then asked the doctor, “What do you want me to do with the obese patient?  I can remove the rest of her fat, but I need someplace to put it.”

Without a word, she left the room and soon came back with a large 20 gallon biohazard container on a cart.  I scooped out the rest of the lady’s fat, then repaired the skin and the damage to her system from having all the fat, reversing the type II diabetes, the enlarged heart, the oversized liver, the stress fractures in the legs, fixing the varicose veins, removing the stomach and bladder stapling, repairing the droopy tits and ass.  I redid all the remaining cellulose on her body as baby fat, and she actually was cute.  I also cranked up her metabolic rate so that she would have real trouble getting fat again.

I set both of them so that they were asleep and would awaken naturally in a few minutes.

Turning to the doctor, I said, “Now do you believe me?” 

She just silently nodded, staring at her patients.  A minute later she said, “I have to take care of a few things, but can you meet me back here in an hour?  I need to somehow explain what happened to these two women, and get someone to take Alex outside while I call his father and tell him that Alex is in remission.”

“We’ll wait in the cafeteria, come down when you are done.”  We left her rapidly talking to the duty nurse.

About 45 minutes later, she came into the café and sat down with us.  I asked her, “Out of curiosity, what did you tell the two women?”

“I told them that I tried an experimental procedure, but that it wasn’t recognized by the AMA.  Actually, if you look over by the door there, the two of them are having lunch.  Whatever you did made them extremely hungry.   They are both excited because neither of them have been able to walk in months, and they both walked down to the cafeteria here.”

“Cool.  Oh, and as their doctor, you should know some of the details.  On the crushed girl, I restored all the organs that had been removed, including the kidney and reproductive system.  On the obese one, I had to rebuild almost all of her organs because they were so damaged.  I also cured her type II diabetes and cranked up her metabolic rate so she won’t get fat again.”

“Good.  Now tell me why you are telling ME all this.”

“For two reasons.  One, this is the selfish one, we need a doctor to cover for me.  Two, I want to help like I did today, but not let anyone know about it.  I asked Agent Taymen here, and he said you were the most honest doctor he knew.”

“Really.  Thanks for the vote.”  She sat for a minute.  “I can see your points.  If you let the wrong person know about this you could end up drafted and forced to repair soldiers all day or in a government lab somewhere.  I bet a lot of politicians would love to secret you away to do their bidding.”

“That’s about what I figured.”

“If we do this, we are going to have to be a lot more careful than we were today.  I still don’t know how I am going to explain away one woman losing 300 lbs and another spontaneously growing an arm and a leg.”

“If you get their help, have them say that they went outside the hospital, would that help?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s talk to them.”  I went over to where the two of them were sitting, Angie following.  “Ladies, can we talk to you for a minute?”

The one with the new arm gestured at a chair, “Sure!”

“We need your help.  It is my fault, but the doctor here is going to get in a lot of trouble for doing the experimental treatment on you.”

The cute formerly obese girl said, “Of course, what can we do to help?  And how is it your fault?  No offense, but you are just a kid.”

“I was the one who came up with the treatment.  Anyway, just so you both know, you were both terminal and wouldn’t have lasted more than another two weeks in your condition.  That is why Doctor Wilson here took the chance.  Now she has to explain how you both were so radically cured.  She will lose her job and medical license, unless you both fib and say that you went for treatment outside the hospital.”

The formerly obese girl said, “You came up with this treatment?  Wow.  You a medical prodigy?”

“Something like that.”

“Cool.  Well, my name is Pam, and this is Wilma.  Thank you for our lives, and you can bet that we won’t say anything to anyone.  We heard about his experimental treatment, but although the Doctor here said she couldn’t approve it, we did it anyway.  Right Wilma?”

“Right. And we were literally unconscious the whole time, so we don’t know anything about it, and that’s the truth.”  She grinned.  Then she held up her new right hand.  “I don’t know how you did it, but it is a miracle.”

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “cloning”.  Her eyes got big and she nodded.  It was an explanation that she could accept and was close enough to the reality.

Doctor Wilson shook both their hands and thanked them, and we went back to our table.  “Well, that probably fixes that problem.  But we will have to set up a true outside place for the future.  Not everyone will be as nice as those two.”

I had an idea, but I wanted to run it by the Amanda twins first.  “Angie, could you hold on a second?”  I left her with Taymen, and went to another table with the twins.  “Amanda and Mandy.  All the money that we are using is really yours.  What if we took $50 million and started the George Thrupp free clinic in honor of your dad?”

They both started crying.  Amanda said, “Master, that is a wonderful idea.”

I went back to the other table, Amanda and Mandy stayed where they were, crying.  “Doctor Angie Wilson, what does your contract say?  Could you start your own practice?”

“Only if I left the hospital.  But my residency is up at the end of the month, and then I am out of a job anyway.  What do you have in mind?”

I explained my idea for the George Thrupp free clinic.  I added that it could maintain itself by doing elective surgery for the very rich.  Day to day operations would be normal.  We could treat special cases off the books.

“That will be very expensive to set up.  If I have my own practice, malpractice insurance can be anywhere from $200K to $2 million a year by itself, not to mention building the place which will be close to a million dollars.”

“I was thinking of an initial endowment of $50 million.”

She blinked a few times.  “That will do the trick.  You have yourselves a deal.”

“If you help us with one thing, I don’t mind if you wait until your residency is up before we start.  We have a pregnant woman about to give birth, and we need a doctor to be there that will let me stand by for any emergencies.”

“Harrumph, I can do that.  When is she due?”

“A week ago.”

“Wow, okay.  I am on for the next 15 hours, so bring her in for a checkup.  With you around I am sure she is alright, but there are other, non-physical issues she and I need to discuss.”

“Sounds good.  We’ll go get her.  Thanks, doc.”

“Call me Angie.”

“Thanks, Angie.”

“No thank you, as a side effect, you are giving me my dream.  If I have some friends who want to work there, can I hire them?”

“Go ahead.  Just note that I have lots of people who would love to be receptionists or accountants or anything non-medical.  You provide the nurses and doctors.  Set a good salary for them and yourself too.  Deal?”

She grinned.  “Yup.”

I left my cell number with her and we took off.

As we headed back to get Lisa, I commented to Agent Taymen, “You know, that once we get this place set up, you can bring in someone, and we can take care of them on or off the books.”

“That could be useful.  Like if a UC needs to be patched up.”

When we got back, Agent Taymen had to get back to work, but he told his son Andrew to bring Paula over for dinner that evening.

We loaded Lisa up and drove her into the city.  We told the ER nurse that Lisa had an appointment with Doctor Wilson for an exam.  A few minutes later Angie bustled in and held out her hand.  “Hello, I am Doctor Angie.”

Lisa shook it.  “Lisa.”

I chipped in, “I’ll let you two ladies get to it, but quickly, my input.  Both Lisa and the Baby Sara are in perfect health.  The only problem I see is that she is overdue and may be too big.  If you want to do a C-Section, I can do one faster and cleaner than any emergency room.”  As Angie nodded, I went over and joined Amanda and Mandy on the other side of the room.  Soon Angie seated Lisa in a wheelchair and they left.

About half an hour later, Angie came back in.  “Tom, I think that we are going to take you up on that C-Section offer.  I agree with you that the baby is too big.  It should be done immediately.”

“Well get a nurse you can trust, scrubs for the three of us, make sure the cameras are off in the OR, and let’s get to it.”

She nodded and led me down the hall to a room where Lisa was waiting.  I told her that we had to do a delivery now.  She looked a little scared, but nodded.  Soon a very cute blonde nurse about the same age as Lisa came in and started prepping her, tossing me doctor’s scrubs.  I stood off to the side and put them on.  The nurse looked at me and commented, “I don’t really understand what is going on, but Angie and I grew up together and are old friends, so I trust her when she says you are going into the OR with us.”

I guessed that she was going to be working at the new clinic, so I said, “You will understand in a few minutes.  If Angie or I said anything right now you would think we were both crazy.”

“Yeah, that is what Angie said.”  She efficiently spread the iodine to clean the area and then wheeled Lisa out and down the hall and into an OR.  Lisa was there, scrubbing.  I joined her, and so did the nurse.

We went into the OR.  I asked Angie, “You are the doctor here.  Do I just do it or do we need any prep work?”

“We typically do a spinal so she doesn’t feel anything.”

I reached over and deadened the nerves temporally along the spine.  “Done.”

“Then we just do it.  Create an incision here,” and she pointed to a spot just above the bottom of the belly crease, “and go in a get the kid.  Watch for bleeding.”

I stretched the belly muscles, creating a large hole, then just reached down and pulled Sara out.  The nurse was gaping, but she and Angie got to work on the umbilical and flushing out Sara’s mouth as she started crying in birth shock.

I stuffed the end of the umbilical back in, then completely repaired Lisa, removing all stretch marks, muscle tears, etc. so it was like she never had a kid.  I just left her hormones running so she would produce milk.  I restored normal spinal operation as Angie handed Sara to Lisa.

As Lisa nuzzled our daughter and Angie talked to her about it, I asked the nurse, “So what is your name?  Are you joining Angie at the new clinic she is starting?”

“E-Erin.” She stuttered.  “Wow.  Yes I am.”

I held out my hand, “Hi.  My name is Tom.”

She stared at my hand for a second, then shook it with a small smile.

Back at home that evening, the Baby was a smash hit.  That kid certainly wasn’t lacking in babysitters.  Poor kid was probably scared out of her mind by everyone cooing at her.

It still hadn’t hit me, I was a father!  I was sure that I would have the shakes at any point.  I was seriously debating on whether or not to tell my parents that they were grandparents.  It took several days, but things calmed down. 

Chapter 19

I met with Angie for lunch that following Saturday.  We discussed plans for the clinic; finally deciding to find a place in the city, but as far out as we could get.  We wanted it to be available to the poor the clinic catered to as well as not too far from where I lived.  It would be a ten minute drive for me.

We designed the place so that it wouldn’t be off-putting to the poor, the front end would be on the end of a strip mall, but behind the scenes would be a multi-story building with utilities like a laundry, ambulance bay, an ER that was NOT for general use, it was for just in case.  The second floor were actual rooms for longer term patients, a kitchen and full OR, and the third floor were offices with a special super suite for the paying rich people.

I actually had a location in mind, I had seen a failing strip mall where most of the stores were empty.  I had Tanisha and Betty look into it.  They ended up buying the entire strip mall and the large fifteen acre lot behind it.  A local construction company was glad to take our preliminary drawings and add the large building on the back and also revitalize the mall.  It took until Christmas to get the frame for the new building up.  The free clinic section, which was fairly large, taking up an entire old furniture store at the end of the mall, was open at the end of November.  Amanda’s lawyers took care of a hell of a lot of paperwork.  We were glad to pay them their fees.

The strip mall had several new tenants: three restaurants, two Chinese places and a Taco John’s, to my delight.  There was also a Radio Shack, a nail salon, a Russian supermarket, and a Walgreen’s at the other end.  We gave them low rents just to get nice tenants.

Sara was a darling.  She rarely ever cried, and was bubbly and smiling all the time.  Amanda and Mandy commented one evening after making love, “You know, when we graduate, we each want one of those.”

“If they are as wonderful as you, that would be great!”

Betty was in full maternal mode.  She spent more time with Sara than her mom, Lisa, did.  She was only four months along, but she acted like she was due any minute.

We all went on Christmas break in mid December.  I called over the four EBs.  “Ladies, time for your decision.  You can stay here, or you can leave as you came.  It is up to you.”

All four of them begged to stay on.  I had been thinking, so I said, “You can choose to either be a maid, cook, or daycare attendant working for Betty, or train as a bodyguard working for Alicia.”  Alicia looked a little surprised, but said nothing.  Her Master was always right.

Tammy Sue wanted to work in the nursery.  I sent her off to talk to Betty.  The rest of them wanted to work for Alicia.  “Good,” I said, “Alicia is your manager, you will do anything she says.  If she tells you to stand in the middle of the street, naked, hopping on one foot, you do it.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Alicia will arrange for you to take martial arts classes and firearm training.  If you feel that you can’t hack it, you can drop out and be a maid anytime.”

“You are bodyguards not just for me, but for all the people who live here.  I expect you to learn from Leslie too.  Once you are up to speed, you will see about setting up security for the clinic as well.  For now, I am going to have to hire outside help.”

I called them over, one by one, and made the law enforcement mods while giving them each a big kiss.  They practically collapsed in ecstasy from the kiss.  Then I fucked all three of them, each of them going into convulsions as Alicia and Jasmine licked me clean.

I went to find Tammy Sue and see how she was fitting in.  She and Betty were thick as thieves, whispering with each other and giggling as they watched the kid.  She saw me and jumped up and came over.  “Master, Betty says that I need to ask.  Can I have a baby too?”

“Of course you can.”  I spun her around so she was bent over against the wall and slid in.  Like Betty before her, I removed her birth control and made sure an egg was ready, then I fucked her until she collapsed, quivering.  She was nearly unconscious as I whispered in her ear, “Congratulations, Mommy.”  A beatific smile appeared.

A voice behind me said, “While you are at it, I want a baby too.”  I turned around and Tanisha was standing there.  Five minutes later she was dazed and nearly unconscious on the floor next to Tammy Sue with just as beatific of a smile.

The December party was doubling as a Christmas/Hanukah party.  Several of the girls at school were Jewish, so we tried to be PC about it.  I told Angie and Erin that they could come to the party, but I also mentioned that it was clothing optional.  They both raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.  I was surprised when they actually came to the party.  Like usual, the older women gravitated together, Lisa, Leslie, Angie, and Erin.

Both Angie and Erin were very beautiful women.  Angie was the perfect girl next door, whereas Erin was the perfect Nordic blonde - except for a huge scar that ran down her side from her neck to her thigh.  I went up to her and said, “Hi, my name is Tom.”  A bit of an inside joke.

She grinned, “Erin.”

I gestured at the scar, “Need that taken care of?”

She was surprised.  “Uh, sure.”

I traced the scar as she giggled, repairing the epidermis and everything under it.  She was missing her pancreas, left kidney, and had heavily damaged ovaries and uterus.  I asked, “What the heck caused that?  Nasty.  Well, you have your pancreas and kidney back.  I fixed your ovaries too.”

“Wow, really?” 

“Yup.”  I stroked her arm, erasing all the track marks from the insulin injections.  I also made all the cheerleader changes, watching her nose flair a little as she smelled me.

I figured, ‘What the hey?’ and gave Angie a half hug, making the cheerleader changes to her too.  Not wanting to push things, I moved on, leaving Angie and Erin talking to Leslie.  Lisa took off to feed Sara.

I made my rounds.  I saw Trish and I came up behind her and gave her a big hug, rubbing my cock on her beautiful behind.  She sighed and leaned back.  She said, “You said that you owe me one. Right?”

“Yes.  I sure do.”

“Then I want to be one of your girls, baby and all.  I am 18.”

“You want to move in here and everything?”

“Hell, yes.”

“Then consider it done.  Do you want to wait until school is out for the baby though?  If you get pregnant now, it will show at graduation.”

“I don’t care if it shows.”

“Do you want to be mine forever, ring and all?”

“I thought you would never ask.”  She turned and kissed me.

“Come with me.”  I led her to the study where I bent her over a chair, made sure she was fertile, and filled her with baby butter.  I opened the safe and pocketed one of the special rings.  She was in a daze, but awake, so I said, “Meet me by the fireplace when you recover, Mommy.”

I was waiting by the fireplace when she came out about ten minutes later.  I whispered to her, “Are you sure you want to be mine forever?  This is for the rest of your life.”

“Yes.”

I pulled her up onto the mantle with me.  I called out, “Your attention please!”  Almost instantly the entire place was silent.

“Trish here has earned her ring!  Trish, give me your left hand.”  She held out her hand.  I used my abilities to shift the ring into position, removing and regrowing her finger so the crossbar went through the bone.  I said loudly, “Congratulations!”  There was some light clapping from envious looking girls and a lot of cheering from those who also were already my ring girls.  She stared at her new ring, then gave me a big hug, whispering, “I love you so much, Master”.  Amanda, Maria, and Georgina came up and gave her a big group hug, then led her away.

The rest of the party went well, everyone taking off at about midnight.  There were relatives coming, so Theresa and I had to be home for the next few days.  I lightened up the addiction on the EBs, Alicia, and Jasmine so that they would survive me being gone for three days.  Amanda and Mandy refused to let me change them.  I told them to stop by for Christmas Eve dinner at three, it was about time for my parents to meet them. 

Chapter 20

Christmas Eve Eve was boring.  Our cousins didn’t arrive until seven and so we spent the day studying.  I think our parents wondered what had happened to their kids.  At about seven thirty, they arrived.  I hadn’t seen them in a few years, even though they only lived half a state away out in the boonies.  Amy and Rose were both drop dead gorgeous.  They were fourteen and fifteen.  I couldn’t help myself, I did the cheerleader mods as I hugged the two of them in greeting.  Both of them were heavy drinkers and I blocked that addiction with the rest.  I also repaired their livers.  It would be interesting to see what happened.

The both let out an “Oh!” and hugged me tighter as they rubbed their newly super sensitive nips on my chest and they smelled me.  I finally had to whisper “later” in their ears and step back after a good minute.

Mom said, “You girls are staying in Theresa’s room while you are here.”

Theresa saw the opportunity and said, “I’ll sleep with Tom.  You two can have the room to yourselves.”

At Aunt Josie’s raised eyebrow, she went on, “A lot of times after work Tom lets me collapse on his bed since it is closer.  I am used to it.”

We all wandered into the living room, Aunt Josie asked, “Work?”

My mom said, “Yes.  The two of them are home for Christmas.  They have a live in job over at Sheraton Place.  They make a lot of money, and I told them that they could continue to work there after the summer if they kept their grades up, and they are both getting straight A’s.”

“Wow, and you get the house all to yourselves?  Don’t you have a little empty nest syndrome?”

“A bit.  But the kids are so happy, and they are doing really well in school, so I can’t complain.  It is a bit like boarding school I suppose.”

“I wish Amy and Rose could do something like that, they are becoming quite the handful.  I don’t know how much longer we can keep the farm either.  I bet half their acting out is because of the stress.”

I chipped in, “Aunt Josie, if you think that Amy and Rose could behave, I think that I could get them a job with Theresa and me.”  The two of them had big eyes and were jumping around on the couch with their fingers crossed.

“Really?  That is something worth thinking about.”

“If they stayed until graduation, Sheraton Place pays a scholarship as well.  And if the girls were willing to send their salary to help you on the farm, I am making enough that they could still have spending money.”

“How much would they make?”

“My salary is $120K a year, Theresa is making around $90K.  You saw my new car outside, that was a perk because I am a manager.”

“$90K a year, for a 14 year old?  That is unreal.”

“Since they would be working under me,” (pun intended), “I am willing to bet that they would be making about the same as Theresa.”

“What do you do there?”

“Well, I am a manager.  I have 13 people working under me right now, it is a full time job just keeping track of them.  But I help out if they need it.  Theresa is essentially a maid similar to a hotel maid.  She has lots of free time and just works a few hours every day, especially now that she is in school.  During the summer there is more work outside.”

“Seems too good to be true.”

“If you want to talk to someone else about it, my girlfriends work there.  They will be here for dinner tomorrow.”

“Girlfriends?”

“Yeah, Amanda and Mandy.  They are twins and decided to share me.  I’m not complaining.”

Everyone started laughing at that one.  Aunt Josie said, “I will talk about it with Amanda and Mandy tomorrow.”

My mom said, “Now let’s eat dinner before it gets cold.”

We all hustled to the dining room.

Later, I went out to the garage and called Amanda and Mandy on a conference call.  I told them to be a bit earlier tomorrow, and what I had told my parents and aunt so our stories would be straight.

That night Amy and Rose insisted on a long good night kiss.  Who am I to say no?  Theresa curled up with me for the night.  Because of all the people in the house, except for a bit of kissing and petting, we kept it platonic.

The next morning, the two girls came in and jumped into bed with Theresa and me.  They were bubbling about the idea of going to a “city” school.  They also were excited about making some money for the farm, they really loved that place.  I figured that I was going to have to somehow slip some money to them.  Over dinner my aunt had let slip that the farm was over $1.2M in the hole.

They were on top of the covers and Theresa and I were under.  Both of us slept in the buff.  The two girls were wearing nightshirts.  I felt a little exhibitionistic as I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.  The two of them stared at my cock as I sauntered out of the room.  When I returned a minute later, they were both still kneeling on the bed showing their beautiful legs, I could see that their nips were hard as rock as well.  Theresa was watching them with a grin.  After I had pulled on my boxers and jeans, Theresa got up and pulled on the outfit she had laid out the night before.

I commented, “You two had better get something on and down to breakfast, otherwise Theresa and I will eat all of it!”  They squealed and ran for their room to change.  Theresa and I thundered down the stairs and into the kitchen where my mom and aunt were cooking up a storm.  There was bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, and toast.  Good thing I didn’t have to worry about cholesterol.  Soon the girls thundered down after us.  We all ate until we could hardly move.

We had four hours to kill, so we played a few old fashioned board games.  Amanda and Mandy arrived at two.  The poor girls were instantly surrounded, fending off question after question.  Soon everyone was seated and Aunt Josie asked the question, “So I hear that you work with Tom and Theresa?”

Mandy said, “Well, kind of.”  Hmm, where was she going with this, I wondered.

“Kind of?”

Amanda said, “Our dad owns the place, but we help because of Tom here.”  Genius!  That way they could throw around money without any questions.  I’d have to reward their ingenuity later.  Right now I put a sheepish look on my face.

My dad commented, “Ah, that explains a lot.”  Followed by my mom’s, “Yes it does.”  They both grinned knowingly.  I was really going to have to reward those girls, what a perfect cover!

Then they added even more!  Amanda went on, “Tom told us that his cousins here might want to work with us.  That is good.  We have recently expanded and need some candy-stripers at the new free clinic that we just opened.”

I chipped in there before she went too far.  “Well, the clinic won’t need anyone more until the new addition is finished this spring.  Frankly, I wasn’t even thinking about that yet.  But Amanda’s right, as usual.  We need to train people for it.”

My dad said, “I hadn’t heard about this clinic.  Tell me about it.”

Amanda and Mandy both looked at me.  I guess I was to answer.  “It is on the edge of the city, north of here.  We got a really nice doctor, Dr. Wilson.  I helped interview her.  She is one of those dedicated types that really believes in helping the poor.  The addition is being built like a small hospital and will take in cases that a normal hospital wouldn’t because of money.”

Mandy said, “Tom is being modest.  The entire place was his idea.  Great tax shelter too.” She grinned.  What a natural!

My dad smiled. “Good for you, son, good for you.  You make me proud.”

My mom said wonderingly, “You are doing all that and getting straight A’s as well?  Unbelievable.”

“One of the rules at Sheraton Place is that anyone in school has to keep good grades, or they are out.  Since I am a manager, I have to set a good example.  Theresa here studies all the time, I was amazed at first, but now I expect it of her.”

My mom said to Theresa, “Wow, I am really proud of you, honey.”

“Thanks, mom.”

Aunt Josie looked at her daughters, Amy and Rose.  “If you are to work there, I expect an equal dedication to your grades, young ladies.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, mother,” they chorused.

My mom turned to Mandy and asked, “So, have you been going out with Tom long?”

“Since last spring.  We were real snots, and Tom broke us of that, to our eternal thankfulness.”

“Really?  Good for him.  How did he do that?”

“We both fell for him, head over heels, but he said that he wouldn’t go out with us unless we started being nicer.  We both found pretty quickly that we liked being nice.”

They kept probing the twins for another hour before they left. Mom and Dad raged for another hour about how nice the two of them were.

That evening Amy and Rose insisted on their two minute kisses.  I squeezed their perfect asses the whole time and they just kissed harder.  When Theresa and I curled up together, I slid up into her and we both mutually came quickly.  I left my cock buried deep in her quim as we went to sleep.

I woke up when my cousins jumped on the bed again.  I woke up and was pleasantly surprised to see that they had left the nightshirts back in their room.  They were both as beautiful as I had imagined.  “Very nice, ladies,” I commented and the both giggled.  I flipped the covers back and said, “Who wants their morning kiss?”

They both froze in mid bounce, staring at my hard cock.  Suddenly Rose scrambled over, straddled me above the waist, leaned down and kissed me hard.  After about thirty seconds of tongue dueling, I lifted her hips and slid her down.  As I did so my cock slowly slid up into her until it was buried to the hilt.  She closed her eyes, sat up and bit her lower lip.  As I tweaked her nipples, she rode me like a champion, although I knew it was her first time by the hymen I broke sliding in.  I had suppressed all pain from it.  Her sister watched, slowly licking her lips as I deflowered her sibling.  Rose trembled in a minor orgasm a few times, but she suddenly arched her back and froze in a massive orgasm as I filled her up.  I moved her off to the side, giving her a quick kiss and repairing the lip she practically bit through.  Moving back I looked at Amy and said, “Come here for your morning kiss.”

She crawled over, lined herself up and dropped, impaling herself to the hilt.  I barely had time to kill the pain nerves from her cherry.  She said, “Damn, this feels good,” and began riding me, hard.  She got some of the cum on my cock in her and she started having minor orgasms.  “I love this.” She repeated over and over, about halfway through switching to “I love you.”  As I came and filled her quim like her sister before her, she said loudly, “Oi, I love you, Master.” And passed out.  I put her to the side, let Theresa lick me clean, went to the bathroom, got dressed and headed downstairs.

After breakfast was the gift exchange.  It was funny, the three girls and I got gift certificates from everybody.  I gave Mom and Dad a first class Caribbean cruise for two.  I also gave one to Aunt Josie for two, hoping she would find someone to take.

Theresa gave Mom and Aunt Josie a weekend trip to a local super-spa.  She gave Dad season tickets for the local pro-Baseball team, right behind the dugout.  That was my present too.  Very nice.  She and I must think alike, because I gave her a fancy moped, and she gave ones to Amy and Rose.  I gave them each a prepaid Visa card with $1000 on them.

After the mid-afternoon dinner, Theresa and I said we had to get back.  I told Aunt Josie that she needed to tell her local school that the girls were transferring to the local one here, also to drop them off at the clinic at any time.  My parents had to go in and register them on January second.

Chapter 21

Theresa and I hugged and kissed everyone, then headed back to the condo.  We were met at the door by everyone.  Several of the girls had gone home for Christmas, but they were all back now.  Who surprised me was Alicia.  It wasn’t a weekend, she shouldn’t have been there in the evening.

“Alicia, why are you here right now?”

Her eyes teared up a little, then she said, “My parents kicked me out.”

“What?  Why?”

“My dad has been out of work for a long time.  That I have been making a lot more money than him really gets him mad.  He was bitching about the bills two days ago, so I offered him some of my money.  He got really angry, shouted, ‘What we need are fewer freeloaders around here!’  He marched me to the door, shoved me out and locked it behind me.  Since I already have most of my stuff upstairs, I just came here.  What I am worried about is my little sister Hannah.  She is only eight and I have been taking care of her since momma left in September.”

I hugged her tight.  “Why didn’t you say so?  We are your real family here and it is our duty to help you.”

She really began to cry, sobbing on my shoulder.  “I-I di-didn’t w-want to bother y-you with my pro-problems!”

“Alicia, this is more than a problem, it is an emergency.  We need to get you and your sister out of that house.  The first thing to try is to get your dad to just sign the papers.  If that doesn’t work we need to go to court.  With both Lisa and Leslie willing to take you in, both of them being housemates and beyond reproach, it should be doable.”

Lisa said, “Yes it is.  Geez girl, why didn’t you say anything?  Tell us next time!”

Alicia was sniffling on my shoulder and actually turned red in embarrassment.  “Yes, ma’am.”

Amanda chipped in, “Damn, girl, we know you are smart.  Just look at how well you have trained and managed the EBs!  We are proud of you for that.  But we are family, and if you have a problem, we have a problem.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Amanda.”

“Now, will your sister be alright tonight?  Or can we wait until the courts are open tomorrow to go get her?”

“I honestly don’t know.  It has been two days.”

I said, “Leslie, get in uniform, we are going over there NOW.”

Leslie said, “I agree with that.  I’ll be ready to go in five minutes.”  She took off upstairs while I got re-dressed.  Lisa also got dressed and we, along with Alicia, piled into my car and followed Leslie’s police special to Alicia’s house.  Leslie was on her handheld calling it in as she approached the door.  We all waited down on the street.  Leslie knocked, then said something when Alicia’s dad answered the door.  He just tried to slam it in her face.  No such luck for him.  Her foot was blocking the door.  We heard her say, “I need to see Hannah Burroughs, NOW, sir.”  He growled something back then reached for the front closet.  In the blink of an eye, Leslie had her gun out, about six inches in front of his face.

Another patrol car pulled up and two more officers jumped out and ran up to the door.  Leslie said something, and one officer pulled his gun while the other searched the closet and found a 9mm Beretta, loaded.  Alicia’s dad was on the ground, handcuffed, in two shakes of a dog’s tail.

Leslie took off searching the house.  She leaned out of a second story window and called down, “Tom, get up here, quick!”

Alicia tried to take off into the house, but I told Lisa to hold her back.  I ran in, up the stairs, to the end of the hall.  A little girl, I assume it was Hannah, was lying next to the wall, her dress shredded, blood all over her, cuts and bruises covering her skin.  I ran over and using a finger tip, checked and was relieved to detect that she was still alive.  Barely, but alive.  I turned to Leslie.  “She is alive, but barely.  Get Angie here, now.  I will repair her just enough so she is stable, but we need to document this.”  I repaired the bleeding in the brain from where her head apparently hit a stud in the wall when she was thrown across the room, keeping her unconscious.  I also stopped the hemorrhaging in her belly.  She had a lot of blood pooled in her abdomen, I gently fixed her broken spleen and moved the blood back into her normal circulatory system.  She was stable for now, but would need a lot of work soon.  I backed out of the room.  Leslie got off her cell phone and said that Angie would be there in about ten minutes.  Then she pulled out a small digital camera and started taking pictures.

Seven minutes later Angie arrived.  Leslie said, “Tom has stabilized her, but we need to document her injuries before he fixes them.”

Angie took one look and said, “Holy shit.  You say you stabilized her, how?”

“I repaired the hematoma to the brain, and the hemorrhaging in the abdomen from a ripped spleen.  Actually the only reason she is unconscious right now is that I didn’t want her to wake up like this.”

Angie was pulling off the dress, looking her over.  “Good call.  She would be in a lot of pain.  I think her arm is broken as well.  She has been lying here for at least 36 hours.”

“That is why I called you.  There is no way for me to tell how long she had been like that.”

“What we need to do is have her taken to the clinic where you can finish fixing her.  As you fix each thing, we can document it.  Leslie, do you have a portable backboard in your patrol car?”

“Yes I do, I will be right back.”  She took off, casually jumping over the second story railing.  She was back and had it unfolded in about 15 seconds.  We slipped Hannah onto it, then carried her down and out.  Alicia ran over, took one look, looked up at me and said, “Can you fix her?”

So the cops wouldn’t hear me, I leaned over and whispered, “Of course I can.  She will be just fine.  This is a show for the other cops, so don’t worry.  Play it up though.”

She started wailing about her sister.  Hannah was short enough to go into Leslie’s back seat, while Angie sat up front.  I pulled the struggling Alicia into my car with Lisa and we took off following Leslie’s unit to the clinic.  As soon as we were out of sight, Alicia stopped struggling and crying.  Her master had said that her sister would be alright, and so she was happy.  Lisa joked, “Quite the little actress, aren’t you?”  Alicia just grinned at her.

At the clinic, there wasn’t any need for a show.  The place was closed for Christmas (although there was an emergency call box next to the door).  We all had keys so I unlocked the door and turned off the alarm while Leslie carried poor Hannah into the clinic.

We took her to the first exam room.  Angie pulled off the remnants of her dress and her ripped panties.  She noticed that there was bruising on the inner thighs and said, “We need to do a rape kit.” 

Startled, I reached over and felt her belly.  Definitely signs of tearing there.  “Yes we do.” I growled.  She went to the supply cabinet and pulled out a kit.  She did the kit, there was plenty of semen still present.

Then Angie said, “First I need to document all the injuries.  It will take a while.”  She started to go over the poor girl’s body, writing things on her clipboard.  It did take a while.  After about an hour, she said, “Tom, could you do your thing and check for additional internal injuries, especially take a look at that arm.”

I started at the bottom and worked my way up.  Her left ankle was broken, her left thigh bone was cracked as well.  She had four cracked ribs.  I described the repairs I had done to the spleen.  Her left arm had a compound fracture, and her hyoid bone was cracked.  Her nose was broken too.  I also mentioned the tearing to the vaginal wall.

As injury after injury were listed, we were all getting angrier and angrier.  Leslie commented, “Damn, I hate domestic abuse cases.  Especially with children.”

Angie said, “I hear you, sister.”  She finally said, “Okay, we have pictures, test kits, and reports.  Tom, do your thing.”

I went and repaired everything, adding the cheerleader changes automatically.  I had to re-break her arm, it had two days of healing at the wrong angle.  I did it the easy way, I deleted the bone and just re-grew it correctly.

I said, “Before we wake her, maybe it would be a good idea to give her a sponge bath.”

All the girls immediately reached for the washcloths and towels around the sink.  Angie and Lisa slowly cleaned all the blood and clotted blood off of Hannah.

When they finished and redressed her in a hospital gown, I reached over and woke her up.  She looked around, then yelled, “‘licia!” and the two girls were hugging.

Leslie said, “Hannah, my name is Leslie, I am a policewoman.  Do you remember what happened?”

“What happened?  The last thing I remember was shopping with ‘licia after school to get Christmas presents.  I don’t remember much after that, except that Daddy was really mad at something.  Then I saw ‘licia!”

Angie said, “I was afraid of that when Tom described the Hematoma to the brain.  She has some memory loss.  It could be permanent.”

I asked, “Are any of the patient rooms done yet?”

“No.”

“Then can you come back with us for the night?  We need to be able to say in court that she was under constant medical supervision.”

“Unfortunately my mother is in town.  But Erin was at my house and she would be glad to help out.  Just take me back to my car, I will go with you back to your place until she arrives.”  She turned to Leslie and handed her the kit and copies of the report.  “You know what to do with this, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately.  I have to run it back to the station and lock it into evidence until tomorrow when it can be sent to the lab.”  She turned to Lisa, “I am officially turning custody over to you.”

“I understand.”  Leslie took off.  We locked up the clinic and piled into my car.  We went back to Alicia’s house and got Angie’s car and then went back to the condo.  Hannah was a little scared, she didn’t understand what was going on.  At least her sister was there.

When we reached the condo, Erin was there, so Angie said goodnight and left.  Erin and Lisa were going a mile a minute.  We took Hannah over to one of the empty bedrooms and Alicia climbed into bed with her as she fell asleep, exhausted.

The rest of us collapsed into bed a few minutes later.  It had been a long day.  Lisa and Erin were still talking a mile a minute as I fell asleep.

The next morning we had to be at the courthouse at seven for the early docket.  We deliberately left Hannah home, she looked too good to have been in such bad shape the night before.  Leslie brought in a copy of the police report which contained the medical findings, minus the rape kit which was sent in to the lab.

The judge took one look and ordered that Alicia and Hannah be sent to child services.  Lisa stood up and said, “Your honor, I would like to keep custody of Alicia and Hannah Burroughs.  Alicia already has a room in my house, having spent the summer working there.”

The Judge stared at her.  “And you are?”

“Sorry, your honor.  My name is Lisa Fairfield and I am a teacher at the high school.  You may know my housemate, Officer Leslie MacAndrews.  We also have a full RN as a housemate, who is there right now taking care of Hannah.”

“Yes I do know Officer MacAndrews.  You have a good reference there.”  He sat for a minute looking thoughtful.  “Given how overloaded child services are, that the older sister Alicia has a preexisting relationship, and the on-site medical care, I am granting temporary custody, pending review in six months, to Lisa Fairfield.”

“Thank you, your honor.”

As we left, I asked, “Is Erin staying with us now?”

“Yes, she needs to get away from her current apartment, and I invited her to move in.”

“Good, I like her.”

“So do I.”

Alicia, who had been dancing a little jig, said, “So do I.”  She whispered in my ear, “Master, I need you when we get home.”

I whispered back, “No problem, honey.”

When we got home, I bent her over the master bed, slid in and started stroking.  Alicia was yelling things like, “Thank you, Master,” and “I love you, Master.”  I noticed that Hannah wandered into the room and was watching.  As I filled Alicia, she came, yelling, “I love you!” and collapsed, unconscious. 

Hannah asked, “Master, were you just fucking Alicia?”

“Yes I was, Hannah.  It is a thing older people do to have fun and to show their love for each other.”

Her nose flaired.  She reached out, ran her finger down my cock getting a fingerful of spunk.  She took a sniff, and with a happy grin, slurped it up.  “Hmmm, yummy!”  She grabbed my cock and eagerly licked me clean, making happy noises.  She made a disappointed sound when she couldn’t find more cum to lick up, looked up at me, said “Thank you!”, and then skipped away, innocent as could be.  I stood there, dumbfounded.

A minute later Alicia started stirring.  I told her, “Alicia, you can still sleep here if you want, but you need to take your stuff in the corner and set up a room for you and Hannah.  Just so someone can see your room if they stop by.”

“Good idea, Master.”

“By the way, when is your birthday?”

“November 12th.”

“So you are 15 now?”  She was half a year older than Theresa who had turned 14 in May.

“Yes.”

“You didn’t say anything; don’t you want your ring?”

Instantly her nipples got hard and she flushed in excitement.  “Yes I do, Master.  It is my greatest dream.”

“Come with me.”  I led her to the den and got a ring from the safe.  I took her left hand and said as I shifted the ring into place.  “You now belong to me, forever.”

She was crying with happiness.  I asked her, “Anything else you want?”

“*sniff* Master, could you make it so I am connected to you like Amanda and Mandy, that if anything ever happens to you, that I would die too?”

“Of course, honey.” I cupped her cheek, creating the addiction so she wouldn’t last a week without me.

“Oh, Master.” She fell to her knees.  “I don’t deserve you.”

I pulled her up.  “Alicia, first of all, yes you do.  Second of all, that ring means that you are my property and as such, you never need to kneel before me again, unless you are cleaning me or giving me a blow job, of course.”  She smiled tentatively at me.  “Now go tell all your ring sisters.”  She excitedly took off to find someone to tell.

I went to find Erin.  I figured she would be in the nursery side of the house.  I actually caught her as she was taking off to go get her stuff.  “Need a hand?”

She said, “Sure!”  I pulled on some pants and a t-shirt.  She was driving a big SUV.

As we drove up into the city, I asked, “What’s with the road tank?”

“I am a little scared because of the car accident when I was ten.  I feel safer in a ‘road tank’, as you put it.”  She paused.  “Thanks again for fixing the big scar from that accident.  I have been self-conscious for so long because of it.”

“You are an extremely beautiful woman.  I could no more not repair that scar than I could avoid repairing a rip in the Mona Lisa.”

“Thanks.”  A minute later she asked, “How did you get that amazing ability anyway?”

“I woke up with it one morning about a year ago.  I came down for breakfast and found I could ‘read’ Theresa.  I found out later that I could also make changes.”

“Wow, you could have used that to make yourself a god.”

“I suppose I could have, but not withstanding the ethical problems with that, I think it would get boring pretty fast.”

“I suppose so.”  We sat in silence for a few minutes.  “Tom,” she said quietly, “I want to be one of your ring girls.”

I was a bit surprised.  Heck, I hadn’t even slept with her yet!  “Erin, do you realize what that entails?”

“Lisa told me most of it, that it is more than a marriage, that it cannot be revoked.”

“That is true, but it essentially means that I OWN you, body and soul.”

“From what I have seen, that is not a bad thing.  Every girl who has a ring is deliriously happy, the only sadness is from the girls who aren’t old enough to live with you yet and a few who want babies and aren’t old enough for that yet either.  The bonds of sisterhood and family between all your ring girls made me cry, it was so wonderful, and I envy it very much.  The only person that I have ever been that close to is Angie, and I strongly suspect she wants to join your group as well, but is just working up the nerve to ask.”

“Erin, if you want it that bad, I can give you a ring when we get back.  I only ask that you really, really think about it between now and then.  One other thing to consider, my ring girls are essentially immortal, so they will still belong to me 100, 500, even a thousand years from now.”

Her eyes got big on that one, but she said, “Yes, Master.”  I think she called me that because all my girls did, not out of any compulsion like them. 

We had arrived during her speech, so we went in to collect her things.  Except for an antique desk of her grandmother’s, she had no real furniture, so it was mostly boxes of books, a few bookcases, and a few boxes of memorabilia.

I asked her why she had so little.  “My parents died in the car accident when I was ten.  I have lived in foster homes ever since.  My best friend was Angie, and her parents were nice enough to save the desk when the rest of my parents’ things were sold off.”

We drove back to the condo.  We moved her stuff into the last room in the second condo.  I was going to have to see if any neighbors would be willing to sell, we needed more room.  Anyway, I went up to Erin and kissed her, hard.  She melted into me.  She was a very good kisser.  I laid her back on the bed and slowly slid deep into her.  She matched my rhythm, moaning in delight.  I asked, “You still want to be mine?”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she wailed.

As I came, filling her up I said, “Forever?”

She wailed, “Forever, Master!  I love you!” and passed out.

I let Alicia lick me clean, then I went a got a ring from the safe.  Going back to Erin, I did the full physical package, finally rejuving her about eight years to a physical 20 years old and locking her age at that.  I waited until she came around.  She saw me and exclaimed, “Master, I love you so much it hurts!”  She kneeled before me. 

I cupped her chin and raised her up.  “As I told Alicia earlier, my girls have no need to kneel before me, unless they are giving me a blow job or the like.”  I held up the ring.  She gasped.  “Do you, Erin Raines, freely give yourself, body and soul, to me?”

“Yes!”

“Then I take you.”  I slid the ring into place. 

Suddenly Alicia was hugging her. “Welcome sister.”

A crying Erin hugged her back, “Thank you, sister.”

Suddenly I was alone except for one of the EBs as they ran off to tell everyone.  I hadn’t done one of them for a while, so I bent Darlene over the bed and fucked her until she passed out.  Pam rushed into the room to lick me clean, but I bent her over and fucked her as well.  I went down the hall, as I passed the next room, I heard Hannah call out, “Master, could you tuck me in?”

I went in to Alicia’s and Hannah’s room.  Hannah was on the big bed, so I went over to her.  She saw that I was covered in semen and juices, jumped up, grabbed my cock, and licked it clean.  “Thank you, Master.  That is so good.”

I tucked the covers down and kissed her on the forehead.  “Good night, honey.  We all love you.”  She smiled and relaxed.  “Now get some sleep.”

The next day we were up early.  Amy and Rose were arriving.  Aunt Josie and my parents were dropping them off at the clinic at around eleven.  I think they were all curious about the place.  Amanda, Mandy, and I drove up to the clinic.  I had to inspect to see how the construction was going anyway.  The exterior had been finished earlier that month, and they were working on the interiors now.

We wandered through the new building.  Most of the non-cosmetic work on the first floor was done – the kitchen, the laundry/utilities, the ambulance bay.  The front area and backup ER were still a bit of the shambles.  The second floor was mostly done except for some wiring, the beds and desks weren’t in place, and the OR was just a big empty room.  The third floor was all wired, but the offices and the two fancy patient rooms didn’t have any of the woodwork or furniture in place.  I estimated that they would finish on schedule at the end of January.

I got a call, it was Erin telling me that my parents, aunt, and cousins had arrived.  We went down to meet them.  I temporarily took down the George Thrupp memorial plaque in the lobby of the new section.  Everywhere else it just said “The George Thrupp Free Clinic”, there was no way that they would know he was actually dead.

We went out into the working mall section of the clinic.  We greeted everyone, Amy and Rose were beside themselves with excitement.  I asked, “Do you want to grab some lunch first, or see the clinic?”

Of course they all wanted to see the clinic.  Amanda, Mandy, and I gave them the tour.  They were all duly impressed.  We went down the mall to the first Chinese restaurant.  Good thing the mall had a front corridor that was indoors, the snow was starting to get pretty heavy outside.  By the time we had finished eating, about an inch had fallen. 

I had one more surprise for the day before they dashed for home though.  I took out an envelope and handed it to Aunt Josie.  “I mentioned your problem to my boss (of course I am the boss), and he said, ‘anything for family’.” 

She opened the envelope and gasped, frozen.  My dad said, “Family, eh?” and eyed Amanda and Mandy.  Since Josie was frozen, he took the envelope and peeked inside.  “Holy crap!”  He slowly handed it to my mom.  She blinked and handed it back to Aunt Josie.  It was a cashier’s check for $1.2 million.  He looked at me and repeated, “Family?”

Aunt Josie said, “You know I should give this back on principle, but I need it too much.  I will take it as a loan instead.”

“If you want, but it would be an insult to give it back.  You are stuck with it.  He thought about quietly buying your debts and making them disappear, but I told him that you needed to know where it came from.”

“I agree, but... Wow!  And how does family come into it?”

“I am with Amanda and Mandy here, and Theresa and I spend a lot of time working with them.  He considers the two of us family, and you as well by extension.  Just send him a thank you letter and he will consider himself paid back.”  I glanced outside.  “Now you had better get going.  If need be the five of us can crash at the clinic.”

The three of them hugged and kissed us goodbye, including Amanda and Mandy.  They pulled up their parka hoods and slogged back to Aunt Josie’s extend-cab truck.  We watched as they slowly drove away.

We went back to the clinic which was empty.  Angie decided to close for the day.  All the construction workers had been sent home long ago.  Angie drove a little Geo Metro.  She wouldn’t get five feet out there.  We all piled into Erin’s giant SUV and headed back to the condo.  It took a good hour to get back.  There must have been three to four inches so far as we parked right in front of the door and plowed our way inside.

Without even thinking about it, everyone undressed completely.  I saw Angie looking around, but then she joined in.  Someone had started a big fire in the fireplace and we all huddled around it.

Suddenly Erin held up her hand with the ring and said, “Angie, have you decided to join us yet?”

She looked at Erin and said, “I am seriously considering it.”  She took Erin’s hand and studied the ring.  “You are serious when you say this is forever, aren’t you?”

Erin smiled, “Dead serious.”

“How does that ring stay put?  It doesn’t look all that tight.”

“Master, could you show her?”  I nodded and went and got a ring from the safe.  I handed it to Angie.

“For all that’s holy...”  She examined the ring.  She looked up at me.  “Only you can take this off or put it on.  It looks like it would go through the bone.”

“That’s right.  When I put a ring on a girl, she is part of my family forever.  Today, Tomorrow, and the next century.”

She closed her eyes for a minute.  “I think I love you, and Erin is my best friend, and I trust her with my life.  I would really like to join you and have a ring, but I have too many responsibilities.”

Erin sighed, “You don’t get it do you?  Once you are one of us, we are all responsible for taking care of your responsibilities.  We will immediately pay off all your student loans.  If your parents need help, we all will help them.  Your children will all be raised together with ours and you will never lack a babysitter.  Any worries that you have you don’t have to worry about anymore, all your problems are all of ours and we all work to solve them.  I have been a ring girl for all of 24 hours, and I am so relaxed and happy it almost scares me.”

“I like the sound of that.  Sounds like utopia.  There has to be a downside.”

I said, “The only rule is that you completely belong to me, mind, body, and soul.  However, you know me, I wouldn’t hurt an enemy if I could.  It all depends on if you trust me.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Think on it.  There is no rush.  In the meantime...”  I pulled Erin to me and gave her a long hot French kiss.

She had her eyes shut and a look of utter bliss on her face.  “I love you so much, Master.”  I pulled Amanda over and gave her a kiss as well, she got the same look of bliss.  Mandy got the same look a kiss later.  Angie was looking envious.  I pulled her to me and planted a long hot kiss on her. 

She had the same blissed out look as the others, “Damn...” she muttered.  I laid her back on the couch and slowly slid home.  As the pre-cum hit the mucus membranes of her pussy, she started quivering, saying “Shit...” over and over with every thrust.  We both simultaneously had a massive orgasm, she yelled, “I’m yours, I’m yours,” and passed out.

I pulled Erin over, put her next to Angie, and fucked her until she passed out as well.  Then I pulled over Amanda and Mandy and added them to the lineup of passed out beauties.  Amy and Rose, who had been huddling near the fire watching, ran over and assumed the positions.  I filled them each up as well.  Alicia came over and eagerly licked me clean.  I looked up and Hannah was watching with a look of disappointment on her face.  I let Alicia collapse with a look of bliss, then followed Hannah back to her room.

“You didn’t leave me any bedtime treat!” she complained.  Sighing I told her to suck on it for a minute.  I blasted a fairly large load into her mouth.  “Hmm, that is even better!” she exclaimed.  “Thank you, Master!”

I kissed her on her forehead again, but reached in mentally and cranked up her pituitary so she would grow and mature extra fast.  “We all love you, Hannah.”

I got back to the living room just as Angie was coming around.  “Wow, I am yours, forever.”  She held out her hand.  I slid the ring into place.  Then I kissed her again, hugging her to me as I made all the changes like Erin and the others had.  She orgasmed while watching me put the ring on her.

Amy and Rose Olson took to life at Sheraton Place like they had been living there all along; they were tickled pink that I was the boss.  My mom came in and registered them on January 2nd.  A week later they came to me and asked to be ringed.  I told them that Rose could be, but Amy would have to wait until her birthday in March.  They were upset at that.  I pointed out that Theresa had to wait until May, and Jasmine until August.  They decided to wait and do it together.

Angie, once she submitted herself, merged completely with the household.  She was as submissive as Alicia.  It just wasn’t possible in her mind for me to do wrong, the entire concept of me being wrong was impossible for her to fathom.  Erin thought it was funny how Angie had turned around.

I tucked Hannah in every night, and she sucked me off.  She got to be quite the gossip, telling me about all the rumors around the house after she sucked me off.  It was too soon for her to start growing much, but it seemed that she was a little bigger.

The clinic finished construction on January 31st.  It had marble walls and a fountain in the lobby, fully equipped OR and patient rooms, beautiful inlayed wood floors and panels in the executive suite, great ego boosting offices for me, Amanda, Mandy, Angie, Erin, and a full security office for Alicia and her squad.  They immediately set up a 24 hour schedule, hiring outside help, one of her squad and two outside security personnel.  We didn’t have any patients for the rooms yet, but we started planning for the night shift.

Sarah came to me with an idea.  “I know of seven more former cheerleaders that are in a jam like we were.  Four of them have resorted to turning tricks to make a living, the other three are still living with their parents and are going nuts.  You need more security personnel.  I say take them in like you took us, on probationary status.”

“If they are interested, I can do that.”  I hadn’t spoken with her for a long time.  “Are you happy doing what you are doing?”

“I love what I am doing.  The only way I could be happier is to be a ring girl and be completely yours, but I know I have to earn that.”

I stroked her beautiful face.  “You just did.  It isn’t that you have to earn the ring, you have to show that you can help the family and that you care.  You just did both.”  I led her to the den, took a ring out of the safe, and slid it through her finger.  She nearly collapsed in delight.  I laid her back on the desk and slowly fucked her into oblivion.  I left her with a silly grin on her sleeping face.

The next day she brought in seven beautiful ex-cheerleaders.  “Do you agree to a four month probationary status as my property, to do with what I want?”

The one on the left said, “Anything is better that what we have now.  And it turned out good for Sarah, Pam, and Darlene.”

I went down the line and turned them off.  Then I went through and made the same changes that I had done with EBs, including the frontal cortex suppression.  They were all in perfect health thanks to my changes when they were cheerleaders, except for one girl who had some weird disease.  It was a nasty one, hiding in all the tissues and it liked to damage the immune system.  I guessed it was HIV.  It took some work to eradicate it.  I also retightened the pussies and asses of the four girls who had worked the streets.  I noted that they only had another six months or so left on my birth control fallopian tube sheaths.  It was nice to see that they would wear off like I had designed them.

Alicia had told Sarah that since it was her idea, she got to train all the new girls.  Sarah just meekly said, “Yes, ma’am,” and started preparing.  I was impressed at the change in her.

I looked over at Sarah, who was supervising, like Alicia had told her to.  She nodded, and I went along the line and turned them all on.  So they knew what was what, I went back along the line, caressing each girl’s cheek, letting my skin bio-chemicals give each of them a small orgasm.  Being simpletons, they all wanted to follow me, but Sarah bustled them all into the kitchen to begin their maid training.

For each day of the week, I had a new EB and an old EB as a trainer.  The new EBs rapidly learned to be body slaves and maids.  By the time the frontal cortex suppression wore off, they were obeying without thought.

In March, Amy and Rose got their rings.  They arranged it so that it happened at the monthly party.  There were a lot of envious girls, especially since they were both freshmen.  All the ring girls had their own cliques, and one instantly formed for each of them.  Lisa was back after Christmas break and a lot of eyebrows were raised at her ring.  There was even a small clique for her as well, to her amusement.

Hannah was growing like a weed. She had already grown eight inches, had small buds of breasts, and a fantastic ass.  She looked like an eleven year old.  She was starting to like giving me head for pleasure’s sake rather than just for a good snack.  She was growing so fast I had to erase a few stretch marks.

Betty was now seven months along and slap happy about it all the time.  Her baby girl, already named Eve, was due on Theresa’s birthday.  Tanisha’s girl, only three months along, was named Dalila.  Tammy Sue’s girl, also three months along, was Cierra.

Lisa, after a nice leisurely screw in the sunroom, said that she wanted another kid. I told her that there was nothing preventing it, that she just hadn’t caught yet.  She immediately jumped me and fucked me hard.  “I love you so much!” she cried as she screwed me hard.  “I would have been dead, but now I have a beautiful daughter, another hopefully soon, and a chance at life!  And I get to be with you as part of the bargain!  Oh, I love you!”  She yelled incoherently as I filled her with baby butter and she came.

For the clinic, we had hired several more nurses.  Six of the rooms were taken at this point, four of them with pregnancy issues. 

The fifth one was the first time we had to use our new ER.  A man was found in an alley, and the ambulance was told to bring them here, that he wouldn’t make it to the big hospital up in the city.  We had just enough staff to get people over to the ambulance bay and prepare for their arrival.  Angie took one look and hit the emergency button on her cell phone, the one that told me to get there ASAP.  I was there in seven minutes.  The man had frostbite over most of his extremities, including his cock.  He also had a severe case of hypothermia.  He was unconscious and had no ID.  One scan and I knew what had happened.  I relayed it to Angie that he was a drunk and still had a high BAL.  She said it probably saved his life, slowing down his system, after it almost killed him by making him pass out in that alley, of course.  It took a bit of work, necrotic tissue really didn’t want to heal, but I got him repaired.  I also fixed his liver and made him immune to all alcohol (and other drugs on general principles).

The sixth patient was an off the books UC from Taymen.  Somehow the guy had gotten himself stabbed, and he was recovering.  I let Angie deal with that since it wasn’t life threatening.

May came around, and with it Theresa’s birthday.  The day after her birthday was the monthly party.  She got her ring embedded on her finger as all the non-ringed guests tried to figure out how this 8th grader got a ring.

As the party was closing up, Betty went into labor.  We rushed her to our clinic.  This was the first time I had ever read a woman in labor.  Everything in her body was going wacky, but it still felt “right” to me.  I did deaden the nerves a little so the pain was tolerable.

At 1:36 AM Monday morning, my second daughter, Eve, was born.  This one was curious.  She barely cried at all, she wanted to experience everything.  Even though she was a newborn, I was proud of her.  I fixed up Betty, just like Lisa no one would ever be able to tell she had a baby except for the hormone levels.

Hannah now looked like a teenager.  She was 5’9” with perfect B-cups.  She looked a lot like Alicia.  The day after Eve was born, I was relaxing watching TV when she came into the room.  Walked over, looked at me for a minute, climbed in my lap and pole sat, sinking all the way down.  She exclaimed, “I love you, Master!” as the first orgasm hit.  Needless to say, I didn’t last long, blasting her innards full.  She had her big orgasm, thrashing about, then collapsed on my chest, snuggling and sighing, “I love you, Daddy Master.”

Alicia stood off to the side with a trainee EB and smiled.  She was happy that both her Master and Hannah were happy.  She watched carefully, telling the trainee to do the same, to see when the Master pulled out so they could clean him up.  She felt anticipation at the thought.  Then she remembered that she had to train the EB, and with a twinge of disappointment she got ready to order her to clean up Master.  She saw Master lift Hannah off and put her next to him on the couch and was about to order the EB over when Master gestured her over to him!  With a feeling of divine honor she went over to him.  He lifted her up and sat her down on his cock!  Although he had gifted her before, she always felt privileged to have him inside her.  Then she couldn’t think at all as everything faded into holy bliss.

Out of curiosity, I called Alicia over after Hannah, just to compare.  Like I thought, they were almost identical in their physical reactions.  Curiosity sated, I let the EB lick me clean, which reminded me, their four months was up.

Later that evening, I had Alicia gather the second class of EBs.  The first class rotated the clinic security, so it happened that only Sarah was present and stood next to Alicia.

I stood before the kneeling EBs, and began my speech.  “EBs, your probationary period is up.  At this point you decide to stay or go.”  All of them started begging to stay.  I asked the silent one, “What do you want?” 

She replied, “Whatever you want me to do, Master.”  The second she said that, all the other girls froze, then bowed their heads.  Several of them with tears.  I asked one why she was crying.

“Wilma is right, Master.  I beg your forgiveness on presuming.  What I want is unimportant.  I will do whatever you want me to do, Master.”  I was flabbergasted.  This was beyond devotion.  Alicia and Sarah were happy.  They had properly trained the EBs.  Alicia reminded herself to thank Sarah for the training idea.  They had had the girls masturbate five times a day while sniffing Master’s dirty underwear, giving a litany devoting themselves to the Master.  They had started when the EB’s mental faculties were not back yet, by the time they could think again, all they thought about was the Master, which was proper.

I gave a glace to Alicia and Sarah who smiled back serenely.  Let them deal with it.  “EB class 2, you are now graduated.  You will report to Alicia for assignments and further training.  Now as your graduation present, turn around and put your head between your knees.”  Without hesitation I had seven perfect asses before me.  I went down the line leaving a load in each EB.  I looked up at Alicia and Sarah from the lineup of passed out EBs.  “Make sure you assign them where they will fit in.  If they are like Tammy Sue and wouldn’t be good security, assign them to Betty, Tanisha, or another of your house sisters.  Congratulations on a wonderful job of training.  I am going to have to reward you both later.”  They looked very happy.

Chapter 22

With all these new girls, we needed more space.  I contacted our law firm and had them make an offer on the other four properties in the complex and on the large thirty eight acre lot behind the complex.  We easily got them all.  The other owners had felt like they were stuck with the place and hadn’t even bothered to try to sell.  The thirty eight acre lot behind the complex had a high price for land and had been sitting for years.  It had a small lake, a heavily wooded area and backed onto a nature preserve.  When we signed the papers, I immediately paid another two million to build a ten foot stone fence around the entire property.  We got our contractor back and he tore down the fencing between all the back yards except for the last.  I also had him remove some of the walls between the condos to create a giant living room.  I preserved the unit on the end again.  When we were done, the end unit was pristine except for a locked fire door on each level.  The rest were divided into two large living areas, one dedicated to parties, and one dedicated to living, where the children could roam.  The condos were built on a slight slope so we added slides between all the pools to create one giant pool.  All the front doors except one and the one for the preserved apartment were removed.

Summer was approaching, so I hired the fifteen most gorgeous girls in school as “models” for the summer.  Georgina and Barb graduated and moved in.  We had my non-resident ring girls for the summer plus Jasmine.  Hannah easily completed with them as well.  By June she was a physical 15 like her sister and I set her growth back to normal speed.  The two of them looked almost like twins. 

At the end of May, I had found Hannah crying one evening as I went in to tuck her in.  I asked her what was wrong.

“All the other kids make fun of me!  They call me Gigantor!” she wailed, throwing her arms around me.  It was a bit distracting with her perfect C cups, but I tried to follow what she was saying.

“Honey, they are all jealous because you grew up so fast and beautiful.  I bet the women teachers are jealous as well, while some of the male teachers are actually coming on to you.”

She grinned a little, “Well, yes...”

“Tell you what, honey.  Why don’t we home school you next year?”

“Really?  That would be so wonderful!”

“Anything for my girls.  Now come here.”  I kissed her with lots of tongue. 

She threw back the blanket, spread her legs, and pulled me down.  As I sank deep into her, she cried, “Oh, I love you so much, Daddy Master!”

In mid June, we had the six month review for Hannah and Alicia.  We went in to court where the judge questioned them.  We had added that Hannah had pituitary damage with run away growth to the police report.  The rape kit had also come back positive for her father.  He was up in a few weeks for omnibus trial.

The judge met us in his chambers.  It was Leslie, Lisa, the two girls and me.  I was there as property owner.  The judge asked Alicia, “Miss. Burroughs, are you happy living with Lisa Fairfield?”

“Oh, yes!  It is the happiest place that I can remember ever being.  Mo- Ms. Fairfield is a wonderful person.  We play a lot of board games, and she lets us help in the kitchen!  Please, oh, please don’t take me away from ho- there.”  Alicia proved again how great an actress she was, even the intentional slips of the tongue.

He smiled at her then turned to Hannah.  “How about you young lady.  Do you like living with Lisa?”

“No!  She is my mom.  You won’t take her away from me.  I won’t let you!”  She clung to Lisa like a limpet mine.  I couldn’t tell if it was acting or not.

The judge smiled again.  He looked at Lisa, and said, “I have some standard questions for you.”  He looked at a form on a clipboard.  “Are you gainfully employed with a job that can support both you, your family, and the two foster children?”

“Yes, your honor.  I work full time as an English teacher at the High School.”  He scribbled that down.

“Do you have a legal residence, and is that residence large enough to house the two foster children?”

“Yes, your honor.  Along with several other people, we share the rent on a townhouse.  The two children have a large bedroom to themselves.  I have brought the owner of record for the property.”  She indicated me.

The judge looked at me, “Aren’t you a little young?”

“Does your honor recall the case of Amanda Thrupp?”

“Yes I do, young man.”

“Tom Malloy, Sir.  I am Amanda Thrupp’s boyfriend, and she transferred her money to me when she was trying to get it away from her step-mother.  She and I agreed to purchase the building where she lived for an investment.”

“I see.  That is a bit unusual, but I don’t see any problems with that.”

“Also, your Honor, Amanda sees Alicia and Hannah as sisters and would never evict them, even if Ms. Fairfield was unable to pay rent for some reason.”

“Yes, I understand Mr. Malloy.”  He turned back to Lisa, “I understand that Hannah here has a medical condition.  Are you equipped to take care of her?”

“Well, obviously she has a growth problem, your honor.”  The judge glanced at the original picture of Hannah and nodded.  “We believe that it is under control at this point.  Two of our housemates are the founding doctor of the Thrupp free clinic and her head nurse.  I don’t think you can get better medical care than that!”

“No, I suppose not.”  He thought for a minute.  “The Thrupp free clinic, eh?  I suppose that is another of your investments, young man?”

“Amanda and I decided to create the clinic in honor of her father’s memory, sir.  It is a social investment, not a financial one.  We really don’t expect to get any money back from it.”

“Harrumph.  Okay.  Only one more question.  Ms. Fairfield, do you have any personal issues that may interfere with the proper raising of these children?”

“Not that I know of, your honor.”

“Well again with your impeccable references, I don’t see any problems with awarding you full custody of Alicia and Hannah Burroughs.”  He scribbled a few things then signed the documents.  “The state has severed Dwayne Burroughs rights to the minors Alicia and Hannah Burroughs.  Their mother Valerie Burroughs’ location is currently unknown.  If she returns we will have to revisit the custody of the minors.”

“I don’t think that will happen, sir,” piped up Alicia.

“Please explain, young lady.”

“She had a loud argument with my father last September.  They sent us to bed, but I heard a loud crash, then nothing.  The next day my mother was gone.  I thought she ran away, but looking back on it, her purse was still on the hall table and her car in the driveway.  I think my father did something to her.”

“Unfortunately, I agree with you, young lady.  I ask you to please share the details with Officer MacAndrews here to start a missing person investigation.”

“Yes, sir.”

Unfortunately, it only took one day to find Valerie Burroughs’ body buried in the basement mudroom.  At Alicia’s urging, Lisa immediately petitioned the court to adopt Alicia and Hannah.  The judge immediately granted the petition.  Lisa put the two girls in sundresses, put on a nice dress herself and we took a picture of the four of them (including Sara) out by the lake and sent it to the judge.  Leslie, who was often in his office, said that he had the picture up on the wall.

Summer was back, and so were the weekly parties.  It was fun watching Hannah circulate.  No one realized that she was only eight years old.  She made a lot of friends, they were all surprised to learn that she was so young and that she wasn’t an incoming freshman.

Alicia was a suspicious sort, especially when it came to the safety of her Master.  She had EBs wander about undercover at the parties, just listening for anything that would affect me.  At first I thought that was a little paranoid, then I remembered Agent Franks.

It was mid-July when her paranoia paid off.  She came up to me while I was talking to a group of senior cheerleaders, wondering if they would soon be EBs, and whispered in my ear, “We have visitors.  A pair of women over by the bar were discussing Agent Franks.  They don’t know it, but I have three EBs surrounding them, they are not going to do anything.”

“Okay, have someone call Agent Taymen and mention that we have two Agent Franks types here.  We will wait a little while so he can get here, they aren’t going anywhere.  In fact, send an EB to talk to them and get their names.”

She turned and made some hand gestures, it looked like sign language.  “Done.”

“Nice and efficient.  I am proud of you.”  She practically had an orgasm on the spot.  In fact I did see it dripping down her leg.

We watched the two from a distance, a girl went over and talked with the two for a while.  After she left, a minute later Alicia reported that their names were Wendy and Jacquie.

A few minutes later Alicia reported that Agent Taymen had arrived.  We went out to the door to meet him.  Alicia told him the names and he took a peek from the door, but he didn’t recognize them.

I said, “I will go talk to them and find out what they want.”  I saw several EBs moving into position as backup as I walked over to the pair.

“Hello ladies, enjoying the party?”

“Yes.”  “Sure.”

“I don’t think I have seen you around before.  Are you new?”

“Uh-huh.”  Really verbose, these two.

“Alright, since you won’t just tell me, Wendy and Jacquie, I will ask you, who are you and why are you here?”

They started straight at me.  “We are not here to be hit on by every creep here.  Now get lost.”

“Sorry, ladies.  It doesn’t work that way.  Especially since it is my party.  Security has you discussing that nut-job Franks.  Are you DEA?”

“She wasn’t a nut-job!” Exclaimed the one on the left.  The one on the right said, “Shut-up, Wendy.”

“Anyone who goes around randomly shooting people is a nut-job in my book.  I think you two will have to come with me.”  As I said that, they realized that there were five very tough looking women surrounding them.  They reluctantly followed me to the living room where Agent Taymen was waiting.  I introduced him, “Girls, meet Special Agent in Charge Taymen.”  He glared at them.  They wilted.

“Explain yourself,” he growled.

Wendy broke first.  “We are academy friends of Jane – er, Agent Franks.  We thought that we would take a look at what happened for the one year anniversary.  We just couldn’t believe the official report.”

I put in, “I can understand wanting to look into the death of a friend.  You could have asked though.  I would have gladly given you permission to talk to the people involved, including me.  Why did you sneak around?”

Taymen said, “Because if they actually told anyone what they were doing, they would be breaking about 10 federal laws.”  The two girls hung their heads, almost crying.

Taymen and I exchanged glances.  “However,” I went on, “I couldn’t in good conscience press charges since you were just looking into a friend’s death.”  They both looked up in hope.  “I will grant you permission to wander around and ask any questions you want.  Actually if you want it from the horse’s mouth, the woman standing over by the diving board there is Leslie MacAndrews, the cop who was shot by Jane Franks.  Just remember that you owe one to Agent Taymen here.”

“Now scoot.”  Taymen said with a serious face.  They took off toward Leslie.  I admired their beautiful asses as they went.  They were both very attractive women, that was why they were initially able to penetrate the party.

“Sorry to call you, Frank, but we didn’t know what we had.”

“That’s okay.  I enjoyed the view.”  He grinned.  “Actually, I am going to have to keep an eye on those two.  Having the gumption to do something like this is rare and can be a useful trait.”

Agent Taymen left, Wendy and Jacquie talked with Leslie for the rest of the party.  Alicia assigned an EB to watch them while they were there.

All too quickly the summer came to an end.  I had enough ladies, so I didn’t ask any of the fifteen models to move in directly.  My cousins, my sister and myself headed to our homes for the couple of days before school started.  It was interesting, but we were all happy to get back to the condo.

Amanda and Mandy had a back to school and welcome back celebration.  The EBs were sobbing, but perked up when they saw me.  Eight of my models were seniors and six of the eight wanted probationary status.  There also were four other beautiful girls graduating that wanted probationary status.  Sarah, as training chief, was there with Alicia as I converted the new batch of EB recruits.  Alicia asked if I could make the mental suppression last a little longer, so I upped it to two full months for the mental recovery.

Alicia and Sarah were happy.  With the extra time, the EBs wouldn’t even hesitate to understand their place under Master.

A few days after school started, Alicia announced, “Wendy is here.”

“Send her in.”

Wendy, the DEA Agent who had been there a week before came into the living room.

“Hello, Wendy, how may I help you?”

“I have a slight problem.  I was loaned to the FBI to go undercover and penetrate a new cult.”

“I can give you immunity to most drugs, otherwise I don’t see what I can do to help.”

She looked a little sheepish, “The cult I am supposed to infiltrate is what they are calling the ‘Ring Cult’.”

I stared for a second, then started laughing so hard, I fell off my chair.  Amanda and Mandy were snickering as well.  Everyone else looked puzzled.  Wendy looked embarrassed.  Mandy gasped out, “We’re the ‘Ring Cult’.”  Everyone started snickering.

After I had recovered a bit, I asked, “What’s the parameters of the UC operation?  How often do you need to check in and how?”

“Normally they try to set up a weekly report-in, but the observation here was that when someone is recruited, they disappear for about four months, so I have until the beginning of the year to report in.  A simple phone call to arrange a meet is how that is done.”

“Hmm, we could add you to the current class of ‘recruits’ for our ‘ring cult’.  The way that works is that a ‘recruit’ promises to stay until the four months is up, and then they may leave or stay as a ‘member’.

“I don’t see that I have much choice.”

“Okay, any one you need to contact first?”

“No, that’s all taken care of.  I don’t report in until your New Year’s party.  They are going to send someone to take my report.”

“Then stand still.”  I reached out and turned her off.  I quickly made all the EB changes.  Then I woke her up and sent her with Alicia to join the other probationary girls.  This was going to be interesting.

So we were officially a ‘cult’, eh?  I wondered what that all meant.  A quick search online told me that their primary concern was the ‘interaction’ with the community.  Since the only unusual way we interacted with the community was the occasional party, I wasn’t quite sure what their concern was.  I slapped myself upside the head for not asking Wendy.  Well, I could ask her in a few months.  Until then, we weren’t doing anything illegal, or even all that immoral, so let them investigate.  I just hoped that they would cause problems with the parents of the still underage ring girls.  There were only six, Theresa, Maria, Aimee, Gia, Amy and Rose.  I had a word with them, Maria and Aimee weren’t sure what their parents would do.  Gia said that her parents wouldn’t care.

I asked the group if any of them had any idea how the FBI even found out about us.  It wasn’t like we were in the Yellow pages.  No one had any idea.  I called Taymen from a payphone in the drugstore by the clinic (just in case our cells were being monitored), and told him.  He also laughed for a bit about the ‘Ring Cult’.  “I wondered what the FBI wanted with Wendy,” he said.  “I have been watching her and Jacquie since they stopped by, and her file suddenly had a note in it saying that she was loaned to the FBI for a long term operation.”

“Well, unless you have an emergency, don’t call us until this is sorted out.  I assume they are monitoring my phone.  The two calls in the last year you can attribute to questions about that botched raid and Agent Franks.  I am sure they have the call records and will be asking you at some point.  I just hope that they don’t connect Wendy with you.”

“I’ll have a private chat with Jacquie and Andrew.  Any connection between us will quietly disappear for awhile.”

“Good.  I will talk to you later, my friend.”

“Later, Tom.”

A bit pissed over the whole thing, I hung up and went back to the clinic.  Angie and Erin had a good snicker over Wendy’s predicament when they had got home the night before.  Anyway, I was feeling a bit randy, so I snuck up behind the head nurse’s desk, made sure no one except the EBs were watching and grabbed Erin, pulling her back against me and nibbling on her neck.  She sighed and leaned back.  I whispered in her pretty ear, “Got time for a break?”

“Oh, god, yes!” She breathed.

I led her to the keyed special patient elevator and took her up to the executive suite.  I slowly stripped her, leaving her wearing the nurse cap.  Her beautiful perky C cups had erect nips and were gorgeous.  I leaned her back on the bed and started licking one erect nipple while tweaking the other.  She was gasping as she held my head to her perfect chest.  I kissed and licked my way down and slowly licked around her mons, circling in and then slowly running my tongue across her erect clit.  She let out a loud, “Aah,” arched her back and came.  I moved up and giving her pretty nose a kiss, slid into her dripping pussy.  She came again as I slid in.  She continued to have orgasm after orgasm as we slowly thrust together.  I came after about twenty of her orgasms, filling her hot quim with warm cum.  She arched her back again and came hard, eyes staring, mouth open in silent scream.  She froze like that for a minute, then collapsed unconscious, drool dripping down her cheek.  I slid out of her and rolled over. 

My EB bodyguard eagerly came over and licked me clean.  She had a nice long tongue, I got hard again, so I bent her over the edge of the bed and fucked her until she passed out, collapsed and drooling across Erin’s legs.  I got dressed and went back downstairs.  An EB saw that my EB wasn’t with me anymore so she took up the watch, pulling out her cell phone and texting it in.  Damn, Alicia had these girls trained well!

I went and checked the roster.  There were five patients, all of them pregnant women.  None of them were listed with complications of any sort, so I let them be.  I headed down the mall to TJs and got some lunch, waving the hot blonde EB to join me.  She was nervous, sitting with the Master, so I tried to make her feel more at ease.  “So, Fawn, how are things going?”

“Wonderful, Master.”  Not the most informative of answers.

“How’s your class and the class of probationary EBs coming along?”

This, she took more seriously, thinking before she answered.  “With the new training, I believe my class is doing well.  We can only hope to live up to Alicia’s standards.  The new EBs appear to all be good future EBs.  The new one added yesterday will take some work though.  She is resisting training.”

I guess that being her new focus, she had an answer to that one.

“Out of curiosity, have you contacted your old family since you started EB training?”

“No, Master.”

“Don’t you want to talk to your parents, or any sisters?”

It was like pulling teeth.  “I was close to my sister before.”

I lifted her chin.  “Fawn, I order you to call her and get reacquainted.  Heck, if she is as pretty as you, recruit her when she turns 18.  But pass this on, once you have graduated, I expect you and your sister EBs to maintain contact with your families, especially your sisters.  If there is a family problem, you are to take some time to deal with it.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And next time you dress for the outside like this, forget the bra, you have beautiful perky breasts and don’t need it.  I like my girls to be as beautiful and sexy as possible.”

“Yes, Master.”  She blushed.

“Now, so you don’t look out of place, go get yourself some dinner.”  I handed her a twenty.  When she got back, I waved her to keep the change, and added, “When guarding, try to do what your patron is doing.  I want people to notice you because you are so beautiful, not because you are not acting like everyone else.”

“Yes, Master.”

From that day forward, the EBs were happier, sexier, and less conspicuous.

Chapter 23

Tanisha and Tammy Sue both went into labor simultaneously on a Friday afternoon in mid-September.  Tanisha had made up with her mother, so she was there, otherwise the two of them had plenty of people eagerly awaiting the birth at the clinic.  I deadened the pain nerves, but let it all go naturally.  My third and fourth daughters, Dalila and Cierra, were born simultaneously at 11:25 PM.  Both were perfect.  I quickly restored Tanisha and Tammy Sue to pre-natal specs, and they eagerly cuddled their daughters.

I hugged Amanda and Mandy, whispering in their ears as I squeezed their asses, “I can’t wait until you turn 18 and graduate.  Then I WILL keep you barefoot and pregnant.”  They cooed and giggled. 

Hannah was enjoying being home schooled.  There were plenty of teachers around for her.  She was very intelligent and was soon advanced ahead and doing sixth grade work.  She loved her bedtime fuck and took it as part of being tucked in every night.  She was very good at it, she was actually better in bed than her older sister, which was saying something since Alicia was damn good in bed.

In mid October, Trish gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Tammy.  My fifth daughter.

Late in October, I was wandering the house, looking in the new sections, when I ran across where Alicia had been stashing the EBs.  In the last house on the left, on the third floor, she had set up bunks in the three bedrooms.  Each class of EBs got a new bedroom.

Curious, I stood outside of the door of the second class of EBs.  They were all kneeling next to their bunks, praying.  What surprised me were the prayers.  One was saying, “...Thank You, Master, for my wonderful new life.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  Another was saying, “...Please, oh please, Master, let my sister be good enough to join the EBs.  Please fix her nose so she is pretty enough.  Let her get away from the rest of my awful family.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  A third, “I dedicate my life and soul to you, Master who is our owner and lord.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”

I listened for a few more minutes, and then went to find Alicia.  She was off-shift, having a report due in school.  I came up behind her, checking the computer screen.  She was just finishing up.  As she hit print I gave her a big hug, tweaking her perfect nipples.  She gasped and fell back against me.

“Alicia, I was just listening to the prayers of your EBs.  Donna says that she has a sister that wants to be recruited.  Find out if it is an emergency and she needs to get out of her house, or if she can wait until the next class.  If she is a legacy, her appearance doesn’t matter, we can fix that.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Remember, once an EB has graduated, they are ours and we take care of our own.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now show me that perfect ass of yours.”  She immediately stood up and bent over, her head between her knees.  I slid into her ass, stroking a few times before I came, making her gasp and collapse with a smile.

I let the EB trainee in the corner lick me clean, not realizing it was Wendy until she was finished and collapsed before me.  Smiling, I headed upstairs to tuck Hannah in, leaving her with her nightly warm belly and smile.

The next day after school, Alicia reported, “Donna’s sister is in a pretty bad situation at home.”

“How old is she?”

“Seventeen, Master.”  Crap.

“Have Donna talk with her and see if she would be interested in being an EB.  If so, create a signing bonus of $5000 and see if that will get her parents to sign a release.  If not, bump it to $10000.  Have her start her EB training, and we will have her catch up in school with home schooling when she is finished.  We take care of our own.”

“Yes we do, Thank you, Master.”

I pulled her to me for a nice wet kiss, then let her get to work.  It was only two hours later when she led in a girl.  She had a nice body, but was a bit homely in the face.  “What is your name?”

“Mary, sir.”

“Has the probationary deal been explained to you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you agree to it?”

“Yes, sir.  Thank you for getting me out of that place.”

“We take care of our own.”  I reached over and turned her off.  “Alicia, is her sister available?”

“Yes, sir.”  She turned around and waved in Donna.

I made all the standard EB changes to Mary, then duplicated Donna so they were identical, leaving the TM birthmark on her right shoulder.  Alicia then waved in five more girls, “Master, these are more girls who want to be probationary EBs.  Janelle here on the end is a legacy, her sister is Fawn.”

I went down the row, turning them off.  Then I went back and did all the EB changes on them.  I awoke the six, and Alicia called over Sarah to start their training as the fourth class.

In December, I asked the third graduating class the usual question, “Do any of you want to leave?”

The all knelt before me with bowed heads, saying nothing.  I choose Wendy and asked her, “Do you want to leave?”

“Whatever the Master wants, I will do.” 

I had been anticipating this.  I handed her a bolt cutter.  “Cut off your left pinkie finger, then cut off the finger of the girl to your right.”

Before I could react, and without question, crunch, crunch, she did it.  The girl to her right holding out her finger to help.  I immediately reattached the fingers.  I shot waves of pure pleasure from the fingers as I reattached them and the two of them collapsed in ecstasy.

Alicia and Sarah were very proud of the third class of EBs.  Master had tested the class, and they had passed every test with flying colors.  That finger test was a masterful stroke.  Master even looked at them and had congratulated them on a good training.  Both of them went weak in the knees and their pussies were leaking down their legs.  Master went through and gave his final gifts to the EBs, granting them the abilities to guard him and his family better.  They loved it when Master used his power, he was so wonderful it almost hurt to glory in his presence.

I upgraded all the EBs, and then told Alicia to send Wendy to me, I had special duties for her.  As Wendy kneeled before me, I asked her, “Wendy, your training is complete.  Did the parameters of your assignment require you to get a ring?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You have not earned a ring yet, but you need one, so I will give one to you.  Do you swear to always be mine, that you are giving yourself, body and soul, to me forever, foregoing all prior oaths and commitments?”

“Of course, Master.”

I slid a ring into her finger.  “Any other conditions of your assignment need to be completed?”

“No, Master.”

“Now, what will you report?”

She looked blank.  “I have no idea, Master.  What do you want me to report?”

“I am just a guy who the girls like, and I give them rings in a form of communal marriage.”

“Yes, Master.”

“All women in this house are within two years younger than me, except the babies of course, and I am sixteen, which is the age of consent in this state, so all is legal.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you know how this investigation got started?”

“No, Master.  That information is usually given during the first check-in.”

I looked over at Amanda and Mandy.  “You have any ideas?”

Mandy answered, “Not really.  We should have her report how this isn’t a cult, or if it is one, it is harmless.  That is certainly the truth.  The closest thing we have to a cult are the EBs.”

I thought that the complete and total devotion of most of my girls was a bit cult like, but I wasn’t going to say anything at this point.  I turned back to Wendy.  “Wendy, I want you to think for a moment.  Will your handler think that you have been compromised?”

“They always check for that, but I know what they check for so I will have the correct answers.  The only issue is that they will want to remove the ring.”

“Tell them that the ring is surgically implanted and cannot be removed.  That is a little cult-like, but I don’t see any alternative.  It is a fetish of mine.”

Amanda said, “We like it too, it makes us feel wanted to know that the ring cannot be removed.”

I said, “Amanda and Mandy, you are the smart ones, quiz her and make sure she won’t slip up.”

For the New Year’s party, Alicia had special instructions to allow in anyone that was even remotely plausible, but to assign an EB shadow to them.  She had fifteen full EBs now, and six probationary.  For this party, just in case, we had the probationary ones spend the night at the clinic.

Around ten o’clock, Alicia told me that contact had been made.  Several EBs with cell phone cameras were videoing the meeting, taking turns so they wouldn’t be seen.  The meeting took about half an hour, then the handler left.

After the clinking of glasses and kissing everyone, the party started to break up around one.  Alicia had taken all the videos and linked them for a straight playback.  I sat Wendy down on my lap and watched the video.  She did a very convincing job, it was almost scary.  Her contact, a fairly attractive if older lady, seemed a little embarrassed to be naked.  Wendy had checked in with her, giving the prepared report.  Then Wendy had probed for information, saying that while we were a little unusual, there wasn’t any cult here that she could see.  The hander got all angry, not at Wendy, but in general, stating that her niece had joined the cult and no one had heard from her since.  Wendy asked who the lady’s niece was, and it turned out to be Trish.

Wendy was a bit out of it, the skin contact with me was giving her little shots of pleasure and she was beginning to leak prodigally.  I wanted to ask her some questions, but her eyes were unfocused and she was breathing rapidly.  She had done a good job, so I lifted her up and lowered her down, spearing her to the hilt.  As the pre-cum hit her vaginal walls, she began quivering.  A minute later I filled her up and she started flopping about in my lap like she was having a seizure.  Suddenly she froze and collapsed.  I lifted her off and put her to the side as Alicia licked me clean.  I pulled her to me and gave her a load as well.  I placed her next to Wendy as an EB trainee came over and licked me clean again, shuddering in her own orgasm as she finished.  I noticed that it was Mary, Donna’s sister.  Donna was watching, she was Mary’s trainer for the day.  Since Alicia was out of it, I signaled Donna over.

“Donna, nice training.”

She nearly collapsed.  “Thank you, Master.”

“Would you know where Trish is right now?”

She pulled out her phone and texted something into it.  A minute later she said, “Trish is currently in the nursery.”

I gave Donna a big wet kiss, from which she did collapse.  Then I went to the nursery.  I smiled at the two EBs standing guard, tweaking one perfect breast, and went in.  All the babies were asleep except for Tammy, whom Trish was nursing.

“Hey, Trish.”

“Hello, Master.  You are up late.”

“Yes, I was going over the footage of the FBI meeting.”

“And you came to see me.  Let me guess, Aunt Ester.”

“Tall, blonde, nice figure, late 30s?”

“Yup, Aunt Ester.”

“Apparently she believes that this cult brainwashed you, that is why your family haven’t seen you in over a year.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.  “Those idiots.  The reason I haven’t been to visit them was that I can’t spend two minutes with my mom without having a shouting match.  I actually like my Aunt Ester, I just haven’t thought about her, I have been so busy with Tammy here.”

“Well, I think you need to write a nice, old fashioned letter to her.  Invite her to visit some Saturday, we will set it as visitor day and make sure everyone is dressed.”  I grinned, she grinned back.  “Mention your problem with your mom, and also mention that you got pregnant and that is why you moved out.  Maybe the fact that she has a grand-niece will calm her down.  Tell her that it is like a drug free 1960s commune here.  She will understand that.  In a way it IS like a 1960s commune, it is just that I am the only guy.” I grinned again.

The result of the letter was that we had visitor’s day in late March.  Everyone was dressed, and no one deferred to me, I was just another person working at Sheraton Place.  We all wore Sheraton Place t-shirts and rearranged the bedrooms so everyone had an official one, except for the EBs who were still in bunks, of course.  The latest EB class had graduated and was at work.

Everyone who had a family, invited the family.  It was a party for families.  Sure enough, Trish and her mom were shouting at each other in no time, Aunt Ester calmed them both down. 

Theresa and I had our parents there for the first time.  Aunt Josie showed up to see Amy and Rose too.  It was one day off of Amy’s birthday, so we sang and she blew out candles on a big ice cream cake.

Betty, Tanisha, Tammy Sue and Trish presented their babies to their grandmothers.  They refused to tell anyone who the fathers were.  That was one of the reasons I was playing employee.  They told their mothers that they would come and visit them with their granddaughters, but only on Visitor’s Day could they visit Sheraton Place.  They were duly shown the nursery, each girl’s room, and they talked about the communal daycare setup.  When Aunt Ester asked about the rings, of course, she was told that it represented a mutual promise to stay with the man who was the father of their babies.  That was a slight slip when they found out that there was only one father for all the babies.

Apparently the Visitor’s Day worked.  Wendy told me that she was officially being removed.  She was bawling like a baby.  I told her that as long as she stayed in the area, that she could work at the DEA like Leslie worked for the local police, but if they tried to relocate her, to put in her notice.  She was now a permanent resident of Sheraton Place.  She was all excited by the idea.

I called Taymen from the drug store payphone again.  When he heard what the story was, he harrumphed, commenting that Trish’s Aunt Ester had broken quite a few rules, but he didn’t really blame her, but it was nice to have some dirty laundry on someone in the FBI.

Chapter 23

He never got to use it though.  The next day Trish reported that her Aunt Ester had been suspended pending dismissal for misuse of authority and resources.  Trish felt really bad about it.  I told her, “The only thing we can offer her is a position on our security staff here.  Tell her that it includes full medical and a six figure salary.  The only kudos is that she will have to have probationary training.”

Trish got all excited.  I told her that I didn’t think her Aunt Ester would go for it, that she would be pretty mad at us right now.  That didn’t dissuade Trish from her idea that the offer would be immediately taken.

It seemed that Trish was right.  I was surprised by a visitor the next day.  It was Ester.  She was actually excited by the prospect!  Go figure.  I told her that if she wanted the job, that we take care of our own and so she had the job.  There was a four month paid training, then with her experience she could come in as second in command of security.  She was a little surprised that her superior, Alicia, looked to be about sixteen (which she was).  I told her that appearances around the condo were not always what they seemed.  Angie was there and I told her that Angie was 30, but she didn’t believe it.  Angie looked about 18.  She still wanted the job. 

I reached over, tapping her forehead and shut her down.  I had Angie, Trish, and an EB undress her.  Even though she was 39, she was still fairly attractive.  I went to work, rejuvenating her.  I went head to toe, refreshing layers of baby fat, fixing the ligaments in the breasts, making them teenage perky again, fixing all the age-related degeneration to the organs, fixing a bone chip and muscle scar where she had been shot at some point.  She looked 19-20 years old when I was done.  Even prettier than Trish.  I made the probationary EB changes, then released her to Alicia for training.

The next day Alicia brought me two new EBs.  She said that she didn’t want a class of only one.  I did the probationary EB changes and she took them away as well.

In mid-April, Lisa, Tammy Sue, and Tanisha all announced that they were pregnant again.  Flower was pregnant for the first time.  Maria, who was only 17, started crying, she wanted a baby.  We all reassured her that she could have a baby when she turned 18 in a few months.  She understood that intellectually, but not emotionally.

Sara, ever precocious, was running all over the place.  All the kids were pretty advanced.  Eve was a genius.  She was close to walking, but she easily solved all the children’s puzzles and remembered everything.  Both Eve and Sara couldn’t enunciate very clearly, but they talked like it was going out of style.

Hannah was very advanced, she was already doing seventh grade work.  She was approaching ten years old, but looked sixteen.  She was damn good in bed too, better than almost all of my girls.  She still insisted on being “tucked in” every night.

Theresa had her sixteenth birthday in May and got a beamer convertible similar to Amanda and Mandy’s.

It was the end of my junior year.  I cut way down on the summer hires, doing only legacy hires and hiring two hot new freshmen.  There were plenty of EBs to sunbathe and make the pool area nice.

My birthday was fun.  For the raffle we gave away the usual car and gift certificates, Amanda and Mandy got me a super-RV.  It was a full Marathon Provost XLV with two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom with shower, large living area, built in satellite uplink for TV and WiFi, the works.  We would definitely have to go RVing soon.

EB class five graduated at the end of July.  Ester and the other two kneeled before me, heads bowed.  I gave them the usual offer, they all bowed their heads and said, “Whatever the Master wants.”

Alicia and Sarah were very pleased.  It had taken a lot of effort to get Ester thinking correctly, she had resisted right from the start.  It had taken an extra intensive, exhaustive training regimen to finally get her on track.  They both stiffened and bit their lip with pleasure as the Master congratulated them on another wonderful training job.

I thanked Alicia and Sarah then announced, “Ester has experience we can use.  Sarah will remain in charge of training, she has done wonderfully at the job.”  I smiled as Sarah groaned with pleasure at the complement.  “Ester will be equal in rank with Sarah, in charge of external security.  Both of you will report to Alicia as your boss.”

“Yes, Master.” Both Sarah and Ester chorused.

“Now, graduates, present yourselves.”  They all, including Alicia and Sarah, sat on the edge of the couch and pulled their knees up to their shoulders.  A beautiful sight.  I upgraded the EBs and left cream pies for all of them.  They were all soon unconscious and drooling with big smiles on their faces.  After the on duty EB licked me clean, I told the EB to send Ester to me when she awoke.

Almost an hour later, as I was pissing, Ester came in and kneeled.  I had her share licking me clean with the EB on duty.  When she recovered, I asked her, “Ester, how do you like your new young body?”

“I love it, Master!”

“I gave it to you as both a reward and so you can help protect me and our family.  Are you happy protecting our family, Ester?”

“Oh, yes, Master!”

“Now that you have graduated, you need to socialize with your outside family as well.  Who do you have besides your sister?”

“Just Trish and my grandniece here.”

“Remember to spend several hours a week minimum with them and call and talk to your sister at least once a month.”

“Yes, Master.”

“With your good attitude, I expect you will soon earn your ring.  Do you want that, Ester?”

“Oh, yes, more than anything, Master!”

“Now bend over the bed for your reward, then go see Trish and Tammy afterwards.”

“Yes, Master.  You are so kind and wise, Master.”  She turned around and bent over the bed.  I slid into her beautiful ass.  She started quivering as she felt the pre-cum on her anal mucus membranes.  She shrieked, had a seizure-like orgasm, then passed out when I came, depositing a large dose of man-cream deep inside her.

Ester couldn’t believe all the attention she was getting from Master.  She could just stand there and bask in his glory all day.  And he actually cared about her and her first family!  She almost orgasmed at the thought.  When he hinted that she might achieve a ring, she did have a small orgasm.  That was her greatest dream.  Then he granted her the gift of his essence, and she didn’t remember anything after that as his glory washed over her.

Chapter 24

I hadn’t been to the clinic for a while, normally I would check once a week, but I had been really busy.  Busy being lazy.  So I hopped into my car and drove to the clinic, noticing two EBs following in, of all things, a big black SUV.  Geez, I was going to have to have Alicia get less obvious vehicles.  I parked in my reserved spot next to the clinic, the SUV pulling into a security spot with a matching SUV already there.  I waved to the girls, and then went into the clinic.

Angie greeted me with a big hug and kiss.  I guess she had been told I was coming.  I asked, “Any cases for me?”

“We have two sick kids and a woman I can’t diagnose.”

“Bring ‘em on, Doc.”  As she led me upstairs I squeezed her perfect ass.  She giggled and jumped a little.  I put on my white jacket so I looked professional, and she led me to the first room.

In the room was a young girl, about six.  Her mother was crying quietly next to the bed while the girl slept.  Angie handed me the chart.  It said she had acute low white blood cell count, possible diagnosis Hodgkin’s lymphoma.  I put my hand on her forehead, yup, that was the problem.  I went over her, repairing the bone marrow and cells that I came across.  She had something that felt weird in her neck that I pushed and made normal.  I could already feel a greatly increased energy level from her.  I moved back and whispered sweet nothings to Angie, making it look like we were discussing the patient.  Angie went and got a syringe and very obviously injected the girl’s shoulder and told the girl’s mother that she thought the girl would get better soon.  Of course, the syringe only had sterile water in it.

In the next room was a another little girl, about ten.  She was sweating profusely and tears were dripping down her cheek.  She had her hands clamped over her belly and she was scrunched up in a ball.  She saw Angie and cried out, “Oh, Doctor, it hurts!”

I pulled the chart and took a quick look.  Written was, “Possible intestinal disorder”.  I went over to the girl and put my hand on her side, next to her clasping hands.  It was an intestinal disorder all right.  It was sepsis.  She had been anally raped and it had torn her intestines.  I signaled Angie to do the syringe thing again, then I deactivated the nerves in the area.  As the girl relaxed back, crying in relief, I led Angie back into the hall, out of earshot.

“Angie, we need to call the police.  Unfortunately this is out of Leslie’s district so we need to call the regular police.  That girl was anally raped and her intestines are perforated.  We need to do a rape kit, then get her to the OR immediately.”

She didn’t say anything.  She gestured over an EB security guard, told her to call the police and report a suspected child rape patient.  She gestured over another EB, and told her to get reinforcements, because we were taking the girl to the OR immediately, and the father might not be cooperative.  She called Erin and told her to prep the OR.  She said, “We’ll do the rape kit there.”

We went back into the room.  Angie said, “We need to operate immediately.  Do we have your permission?”

“Yes.  Just help her.”  Wow, that was a relief.  Angie flipped a few pages and had him sign a consent form.  Two nurses that were regular clinic staff came in and moved the girl to a portable gurney and wheeled her out.  I stroked the girl’s face and knocked her out as they left.

In the OR, Angie, Erin and I scrubbed.  Angie had a kit from the ER room cabinet.  When we were inside, I said, “She has really bad sepsis.  That has to be drained.  The problem is that doing so may compromise any sample we get.  Any ideas?”

Erin said, “Why don’t we see if there is a sample still in the anus?  That may be enough.”  Unfortunately, when they checked, the poor girl had been bleeding so much it had wiped away any trace.

I was thinking.  “I can sense that there is still semen and sperm mixed in with the gastric leakage.  We will never get it separated though.  What if I duplicate it, and you take a sample from that?”

Angie looked thoughtful.  “There shouldn’t be a reason why that wouldn’t work.”

I took a small pool of blood that was still alive enough to modify, and carefully remade it into semen and sperm to match what I sensed of the DNA in her.  Angie quickly took samples, then we went to work on the poor girl.

I created a hole and did what I had done for Leslie so long ago.  I created a new temporary organ that pumped the gunk out of her while simultaneously rebuilding her insides.  After the gunk was gone, I removed the temporary organ and fixed her up good as new, repairing the stretched and ripped anus as well as the perforated intestines.

We wheeled her back to her room, where a police detective was waiting along with the father.  I eased over and bumped the father, surprisingly it wasn’t his DNA I had found.  Behind his and the detective’s back, so Angie could see, I pointed at the father and shook my head no.  Angie gave a slight nod.

The father was all upset.  “What the hell is going on?  Did something happen to my little Emily?  Why are the police here?”

Angie said, “Let’s go to my office.”  She led them upstairs to her office and waved them into chairs.  She silently handed the rape kit to the detective who bagged it and put it in his pocket.  “Emily was raped.”

The father went nuts, “What?  How? Who?”

“We did preliminary tests here, and we know you aren’t the suspect, Mr. Kaperns.” 

The detective looked surprised.  “How do you know that?”

“There was plenty of sample, and we have a pretty good lab here.  It just isn’t certified so you need to have that test kit taken to your lab.  I just wanted you to know to focus your investigation elsewhere.  My intern here (she indicated me), has some specifics gleaned from the sample we tested.”

I looked at the detective and father, “The suspect has blue eyes, is tall, I would say over 5’10”, is of Italian descent, and has an unusually large penis.  Unfortunately, that is what caused the tearing in Emily.”

Angie added, “She came within minutes of dying of sepsis.”

The detective winced.  “That is a nasty way to go.  I was in desert storm and I had a buddy who died from that.”

The father said, “But she will be okay, won’t she?”

Angie replied, “She will now.  At least physically.”

It was anticlimactic to go to Angie’s third patient.  It turned out that the woman was a hypochondriac.  There was nothing wrong with her except for too many drugs she didn’t need.  I wrote, “Overdose on over the counter meds” on her sheet.  Angie took one look, snorted, and then started giving the lady a lecture about wasting clinic resources.

After we left that lady, I chased Angie upstairs to the executive room and slowly made love to her.  She shouted, “Oh Master I love you so much it hurts!” and came, tensing every muscle in her body, then collapsing.  I had the EB, who was Mary this afternoon, lick me clean.

I stayed and cuddled with Angie for a little while.  She said, “Master, I would like to bring my little sister Dawn in to work here.”

“I didn’t even know you had a sister.  Why not bring her in?”

“She is a bit young, but I know her, she will want to move in with us.”

“How young?”

“14.”

“Are you worried that she will have to do EB training?  Don’t.  She is still in school so that isn’t an issue.  Only if she asks for it, then we will discuss it.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Angie’s sister proved to be just as beautiful as Angie.  Angie was right, she wanted to move in with us.  Angie had arranged to be her guardian, so she moved in.  She was a bit shy at the nudity around the house, but I gave her a big hug (she couldn’t keep her eyes off of my cock), and made all the cheerleader changes in her.  Soon she was hugging me back and even nuzzling my chest.  Since everyone else did so, she called me, “Master”.

It only took her a month before Angie came to me and said, “Dawn wants to be an EB.”

“I thought you didn’t want that for her.”

“I don’t, I want her to be a doctor or nurse.”

“Did she say why she wants EB training?”

“She wants to belong.  Right now she feels left out.”

“Well, if she really wants to and you agree, she can do the training, but she will have to be home schooled until she can catch up afterwards. Since school starts in a week, you and she have to decide now.  Remember the next EB class starts a week after school starts.  Also, there is nothing to stop her from being a RN if she is an EB.”

When the EB class 6 was assembled for indoctrination, Dawn was with them.  There were 15 members of the class, four of them legacies.  I biosculpted two of the legacies to match their EB sisters, adding my signature birthmark, of course.  This time Alicia had both Sarah and Ester with her to take in the recruits.

Chapter 25

Maria, Aimee, and Gia had turned 18 and moved in.  They had been packed for the move since they were 16.  All three immediately got pregnant.

It was my senior year, the last year that I could legitimately recruit hotties from the High School.  I made sure the word was spread that any girl who had no future after school was welcome next fall.  I figured it would be the largest EB class ever.  Amanda, Mandy and I were easily the most popular people in school.  Amanda was still class president.  Theresa was her class president and pretty popular as well.  Whatever my girls wore was still an instant fashion.  Most of my ring girls had graduated so there were only a few left in the high school.  Amanda, Mandy, Alicia, Jasmine, Amy, and Rose were left.  Hannah was up to eighth grade level, but she was home schooled.  Considering all that the other six girls were busy with and maintaining a 4.0 GPA, they could easily be graduated by this point if that was all they were doing.  Lisa still had a small but solid following, even though she was obviously five months pregnant.

All my girls who had had babies had no difficulties.  I was amazed that I had not to this point had to do even one adjustment to help the pregnant ladies cope.  They all easily worked to the end of the pregnancies and had easy births.  The only problem had been the C-Section that I had had to do with Lisa with Sara’s birth.  Tammy Sue just loved being pregnant, child rearing, and being domestic.  The fact that she was also a sex goddess meant that she was evolution’s ultimate achievement, the perfect woman to perpetuate the species.  Flower had become the perfect incarnation of her name, a flower child.  She believed in love and peace.  Her hippie mom was so proud of her that it was almost painful.

Angie sent a “911” text.  Taymen had brought in three agents in bad shape, off the books.  I was there in eight minutes.  Two of them were in bad shape, but easily fixable.  The third was a problem.  She had been shot in the right temple.  With small caliber ammo that was bad but survivable, unfortunately someone had hit her with a .45.  Her brain was scrambled before she hit the ground.  I repaired the damage, then went to talk to Taymen.

“Frank, Jane Doe is a vegetable.  I have repaired the damage, but there are no memories or anything else left in her brain.  She is an empty shell.”

He looked haggard.  “Damn.  I can’t believe this is happening.  It was supposed to be a quiet little raid.  She was undercover and wasn’t even shooting, she was laying low staying out of it.  A stray bullet caught her.”  He looked up at me.  “What am I going to tell her family?  Her mom was at the last Christmas party.”

“Sorry Frank, I have no idea.  Here are the options, A. We can just put her in a home where she will have to be retaught everything like a baby.  B. We can copy another person’s mind into the blank void.  It will still be Jane Doe’s body, but another person will be driving.  Or C.  We can completely redo the entire person like I did with Amanda and Mandy.”

I went on, “Option B will save you paperwork and your UC operation, but it will be very hard on whomever we put in her.  They will have to take up her life, including all relatives, for the rest of her life.”

“Option C will require a lot of paperwork since she will essentially disappear, but it won’t be the waste of Option A or the long term problems of Option B.”

“You have about a day to decide before we have to go with Option A.”  I squeezed his shoulder and left him there.

About an hour later, he found me playing Legos with a five year old boy who had had a pretty bad heart problem.  I excused myself and went to talk to him in the hall.

“Tom, I will take Option D.  That is Option B to complete the UC operation, then afterward change them physically as in Option C.”

“Okay.”  I called over the EB in the corner.  “Could you please get Wendy here as soon as possible?  And tell me where Angie is, please.”

“Angie is in the front clinic.”

“Thank you.”  She was already on her phone calling Wendy.

Agent Taymen asked, “I assume you want Wendy as the template.”

“Yes, she is already trained as a DEA UC agent, and we can trust her.”

“Good idea.”

“Yeah.  Anyway, come back tomorrow.  The mental transfer will take most of the night.  I do that very slowly and very carefully.”

“I understand.”

“Is this an intimate UC job?”

“As in, will she have to fuck the bad guy?  I am not sure.  That was all locked up in Beverly Ann Taylor’s head, and now she is Jane Doe.”

“I hope there are at least some notes on the operation.  Wendy two will be going in there blind.”

“I will gather what I can.  If we can’t do something for her, we will just jump to Option C.”

We arrived in the front clinic by the mall entrance.  The two other fixed up agents were waiting.  “Okay, see you tomorrow.”

Taymen did a little head shake at the question in the two agents’ eyes.  They immediately slumped as they followed Taymen out.  At the same time, Agent Wendy came in, nodding to Taymen.  She saw me and bowed her head.  “Master.”

“Hi, Wendy.  Please come with me.”  As we went upstairs, I explained what we were going to do.  When she saw the woman, she exclaimed, “Agent Taylor!  I haven’t seen her since FLETC.”

“Unfortunately, she essentially died an hour ago.  This is an empty shell now.”  I was glad to see the tear on Wendy’s cheek.  I hugged her.  “What you will be doing will honor her memory.  She died to make this happen.  The least we can do is finish it for her.”

“I understand, Master.”  She sniffled.

“This will take quite a while.  Go use the bathroom and get something to eat.  You will be unconscious for a while.”

“Yes, Master.”  She headed out the door toward the employee lounge.  A thought later I did the same.

Thirty minutes later I turned off Wendy.  I read her DNA and went through Agent Taylor, changing the DNA to match Wendy but not altering the appearance.  I did not copy any of the sexual enhancements, but I did do the law enforcement upgrade on the body.  Then I had Wendy positioned so that I could easily rest both hands on hers and Agent Taylor’s head.  I began my deep breathing, relaxing to a meditative state.  I started copying the RNA and brain structures from Wendy, changing Taylor’s to match.  That took nine hours, including one piss break.  Then I had to get artistic.  I couldn’t just copy the physical interface to the body, it didn’t match.  I started mapping and creating links one by one.  That took another six hours, until around noon the day after I started.

I was exhausted, and I had a major headache.  It wasn’t a pressure headache, but an overuse of the noggin headache, so I had to live with it.  I woke both of them up.  They both sat up and said, “Did it work?”

Wendy-Taylor looked at her old self and said, “This is so strange.  I feel strange.”  The old Wendy didn’t say anything.  Her world hadn’t changed.

The new Wendy got up and shakily walked across the room.  She repeated, “This is so strange.”  Then she saw herself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door.  “Master, I am scared.”

I went over and hugged her.  “Don’t be.  As soon as this is done, your sister Wendy and I will give you your own body back.  Think of it as an adventure.”

The clinic laundry had washed the outfit Taylor had come in with.  Wendy-Taylor put the clothes on and followed me down to the front clinic.  Taymen was waiting.  “Agent Wendy Jones?”

“Hello, Taymen,” she answered in harmony with the original standing behind us.

“Wow, I am continually astounded by what you can do, Tom.  This is amazing.”  He looked Wendy-Taylor up and down, “Now go upstairs and get back in bed.”

“Huh?”

“We need to get you reintegrated, but you don’t know what you need to know.  If you have a concussion and some memory loss, that will explain everything.  Angie can fake up some charts while I brief you with all that we know.”  He held up a folder.  “If they don’t find you within a day or two, you will find them and they can check the medical records.”

“I see.”

He looked at the original Wendy.  “You have the day to relax at home.  I filled out the forms and you have been on special assignment with me since yesterday.”

“Yes, sir.”  She glanced at me, and I nodded her out the door.

I turned to the two of them, reached out and touched Wendy-Taylor on the side of the forehead.  A medium sized welt appeared, slightly healed.  “Now you two be careful.  Just so you aren’t brain dead when you get here if there is a problem.  Understand?”

I got a serious, “Yes, sir!” from Wendy-Taylor, and a half serious one from Taymen.

The operation must have gone well, because a month later, Wendy-Taylor was in to be made over.  I asked Taymen, “Have you told her family that she is gone yet?”

“No, I am still brainstorming for ideas.”

“Well, before her make-over, have her call Taylor’s mom and tell her goodbye.  That she is going on a dangerous op, and might not make it back.  It will make her mom feel better.”

“Good idea.”

“Then I can create a dummy DNA sample for a Jane Doe that has been cremated, you can say she disappeared, and the DNA check will turn her up.”

“That is better than anything I can come up with.”

A month later Agent Bev Taylor got her hero’s funeral, 21 gun salute and all.  No one questioned the attendance of Agent Wendy Jones and her twin sister Dee Jones.  Bev Taylor’s mom was heard to say between sniffles, “At least we got to say goodbye.”

Chapter 26

I don’t know why they were in sync, but Lisa, Flower, Tammy Sue, and Tanisha all went into labor simultaneously the Wednesday before Christmas.  My daughters Tanya, Rose, Raven, and Nyesha were born three hours later.  I quickly fixed up their mothers as they hugged their daughters.

EB graduation was just after Christmas.  I gave them each their graduation cream-pie and upgrades.  I told Alicia that I had special plans for Dawn, after I congratulated Alicia on another fine batch of EBs, of course.

I had Dawn get dressed, then drove her to the clinic.  I had the EB in charge, Pam, to pass the message to Angie and Erin to meet me in my office when they had a break.

A few minutes later they both arrived.  “Hello, Angie and Erin.”  I turned to Dawn, who was standing there with her head bowed.  “Dawn, you will see Lisa about home schooling to catch up so you can join your class in school next fall.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Your free time will be spent here, helping your sister at the clinic.  Unless there is something else you want to do when you are older, you will study with the goal to become an RN like Erin and work here in the clinic.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you happy with this future?”

“If the Master is happy, I am happy.”

Angie looked at me, “Thank you, Master.”  A tear of joy ran down her cheek.  Erin was also all smiles.

I hugged the two of them.  “I will see you tonight.  Dawn, enjoy working with your sister.”  I left and went downstairs to check the charts.

Chapter 27

Our clinic was getting known.  In the poor community, we were the “milagro clínica”.  Word was out that if you had ‘the’ cancer, a birth defect, or a sick kid, we were the place to go.  With that reputation and the problems it caused, I decided we needed a full time lawyer.

It would take several years to train one of my girls as a lawyer, so we needed to recruit.  Amanda and I contacted her law firm, Mandy stayed out of it since they didn’t know about her.  George Franks, the head partner, met us in his office.  After exchanging the niceties, he got down to business.  “How can I help you?”

Amanda looked at me.  I guess I was elected.  “Mr. Franks, as well as your firm has been representing us, we feel that we have grown large enough to have in-house counsel.  We would like your assistance in finding someone, and we would pay 15% of their salary for five years as a finder’s fee.”  I wonder if he knew the standard was only about 8%.  He did.

“Hmmm, I think that would be equitable.  I assume you would come to us for any large cases?”

“Of course.”

“Then what are your requirements?”

“Estate and medical clinic affairs, you know what is needed there, and a female, preferably, but not necessarily, live-in.  As a bonus, she would have full medical, including the radical new procedures in cosmetic surgery that we offer.”

He sat up straight.  “New procedures, eh?  As your current lawyer, tell me more about that.”

“We have developed a way to fix almost any injury, change any cosmetic feature, heck, even cure cancer.  We don’t want a rush, we have limited resources, we always will, that is why we haven’t advertized.  I can’t tell you the procedure, we aren’t letting anyone know that, but we have cured around fifty people so far, mostly children, and not counting minor things like drug addiction.”

He peered at us.  “Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“I have the perfect person for you if you can really do that.”

“Who?”

“My daughter, Zandy.  She is dying of cancer and has several birth defects including MS, but she is the best damn lawyer I know.”

“Is she here now?”

“No, she is in the hospital getting chemo.”

“Call and tell her to stop by the clinic afterwards.  Heck, if you can, get her to skip the chemo and just get over to our clinic.”

Raising an eyebrow, he picked up his cell and called her.  “Honey, have you started your treatment today?  No?  Good.  Postpone it and get over to the Thrupp Clinic. ...Yeah, the place we did all the medical paperwork for.  ...What?  Trust me, postpone the treatment today.  If what I am hearing is right, you will not regret it.  Yes, I’ll be there.  Bye, honey.”  He looked at me questionably. 

“Okay, you can be there, but you will have to wait in the waiting room, the actual treatment method is secret even from you, I’m afraid.  One of the first in-house jobs will be creating an ironclad NDA.”

“I have been sitting in waiting rooms since she was ten.  I can sit in another.”  He hit a button on his desk.  “Mary, cancel all my appointments for this afternoon.  Code Zandy.”  He hit the button again and looked back at me. “That means it is for my daughter’s medical treatment.”

We all drove back to the clinic.  George Franks following in his minivan with wheelchair elevator.  I had called ahead and told Erin to set up the executive room and OR.  When we got there, another minivan was by the back ER entrance unloading Zandy.  She was in a wheelchair, had the slight dwarfism that came with a lifetime in a chair, and had an electronic voder.  An EB wheeled her to the private elevator and whisked her up to the private room.  As we stepped off the elevator, she keyed in something and the voder said, “Nice Digs.”  I knew I liked her.

We put her next to the main bed and Angie and I pulled up chairs.  I started, “Ms. Zandy Franks, this is Doctor Angie and I am Tom, a medical specialist.  The reason your father brought you here today was for what is called Medical Biosculpting, an experimental procedure we do here.  I don’t expect you to believe what we do is real, but please go along with us as if you take it seriously.”

“If... my... dad... wants... me... to.”

“Good.  Let me explain this to you.  We will cure all your problems.  I assure you that you will be skipping out that door tomorrow.  What we need to know is how far you want us to go.  We can just fix things so that you are physically able.  Secondly, we can do some artistic work and make you taller, your chin smaller, things like that.  Or thirdly, you could be a walking sex kitten like all the women you see around you in this hospital.  Your choice.”

She blinked, then the voder said, “If... I... am... going... to... play... this... fantasy, ... I... will... take... number... three...”.

I nodded.  “Now as a lawyer, I will ask you, do you want this on or off the books?”

Her dad leaned over.  “Based on what you have told me, we want it off the books.”  Zandy’s voder said a few seconds later.  “Yes.”

“Okay.  That is all we need.  We will get everything set up and be back in a few minutes.”  I went out in the hall with Angie.  “Angie, we need some mass.  Any obese patients?”

“Master, I keep a list.  Based on what I see, we will need at least 50 lbs. of material.  I have a nurse downstairs that needs that much removed.”

“Perfect.  Ask her.”  As Angie rushed off I turned to the EB by the elevator door.  “Please find Fawn and ask her to come to the clinic.”

She pulled out her phone and was on it immediately.  A few seconds later she said, “Fawn will be here in about 15 minutes.”

I gave her a big kiss, ass squeeze, and “Thank you”.  She nearly fainted from the praise.  I saw Angie coming back leading a fat nurse.  I went into the patient room and told Mr. Franks that it was time to go to the waiting room.  He smiled at Zandy and said, “I will see you soon honey.”

As soon as he was gone, I went over and turned Zandy off.  Angie came in and said, “I have the obese nurse changing into a patient robe in the exam room next door with Erin.”

“Good.  We need to move Zandy here onto a gurney.  Should we wait for Erin?”

“Naw.  We can handle it.”  She rolled a gurney out of a closet.  This being the executive suite, everything was easily available.  Since Angie and I both were enhanced, we easily lifted Zandy onto the gurney.  I told Angie to go ahead and wheel her down to the OR.

I went next door where the overweight nurse was sitting on the exam table in her gown.  She was used to how things operated around here (no pun intended), so she was excited.  “Will I really get all this damn fat removed?  That is wonderful!”  She was going on and on.  I went up and tapped her, turning her off.  Erin and I wrestled her on a gurney and wheeled her down to the OR where Angie was already scrubbing.  Erin and I joined her.  A few minutes later Fawn came in.  I told her to get undressed and lie down on a gurney.  She did so without question.  I turned her off too.

In the OR, to simplify things I just took the nurse’s fat and grew Zandy’s torso, arms and legs.  When they were close to normal mass, I had Erin wheel the nurse out and up to the exam room, after setting her to a normal sleep that is.

Then I got to fixing.  Zandy was royally messed up.  Her limbs hadn’t been really used in fifteen years and were extremely arthritic.  I really didn’t want to work on them, so I used Fawn for a template since she vaguely resembled Zandy.  From the neck down I duplicated Fawn, taking care to preserve finger and toe prints.  I also eradicated the cancer and repaired the nerves, pulling out the stint and all the bladder control devices.

I pulled up a chair and had the two girls heads placed right in front of me.  Doing my relaxation techniques, I slowly went through Zandy’s head, fixing things like the pituitary, brain stem, and several pre-cancerous cists.  I repaired all the nerves, eradicating the MS completely.  Nasty disease, I could just feel how messed up she was.  Zandy did have beautiful wavy black hair which I left, just repairing the nerves around the roots.  Working in that fine a detail was hard, I had to take a quick water break after an hour or two.

Then I went to work on the face.  This was going to be my masterpiece of biosculpting.  I repaired everything.  Then I started by fixing the teeth.  Zandy had the big buck teeth that so many MS sufferers have.  I just replaced them with a copy of Fawn’s teeth, rebuilding the musculature in Zandy’s face, shrinking the nose and ears a bit, making the chin slightly larger.  I also spread the eyes a little wider apart and straightened the nose.  She already had a nice face shape and nice cheekbones.  She was actually pretty and still looked like Zandy.  I figured ‘what the hey’ and gave her the cheerleader changes to the brain, since she was a copy of Fawn physically she already had the enhanced breast and clit sensitivity and lack of pubes, also she had the physical enhancements of an EB.

I woke up Fawn, gave her a big kiss for a thank you, and sent her home.  Angie and Erin, who had been watching (along with the EB at the door) with their usual awed revering look, helped wheel her to the suite and shift her onto the bed.  Angie went back to her rounds.  Erin put Zandy in a hospital gown and covered her with a sheet.  I went in and changed her to be just normally sleeping.  Zandy muttered something and rolled on her side.  It seemed that everything was working.

I went out to the executive waiting room.  Mr. Franks was just finishing up his frappachino as he relaxed in the big plush chairs.  “Mr. Franks.  Zandy’s operation is done.  A complete success.  You can go be with her now, but she is sleeping so please don’t wake her.”

He jumped up and race walked to her room.  I followed.  He went in and gasped.  “There is no way that that is Zandy!” he exclaimed.

Zandy opened her eyes, looked at him and said, “Dad, I am trying to sleep here.”  Then she shut her eyes again.

Franks was standing with his jaw on the floor.  I laughed, holding out my hand and counting down on my fingers, 3...2...1...  Suddenly Zandy sat up.  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

She slowly turned her hands around, staring at them.  Then she grabbed the sheet and threw it off.  She wiggled her toes.  “I have legs!”  She jumped out of the bed.  Erin and I rushed over and caught her before she hit the floor.  She cried out, “What happened?”

As I leaned her back against the bed, I asked, “How long has it been since you last walked?”

“I went into my wheelchair when I was thirteen.  Oh, I see what you mean.  I have to learn to walk again.”

I commented, “It shouldn’t take long.  All the musculature and nerve structures are in place, you just have to remember how.  I am afraid that it may take a few days.”

She grinned up at me.  “I can live with that.  But now I am feeling something else that I haven’t been able to do in fifteen years.  Could you help me to the bathroom?”

Erin put her arm around Zandy’s waist and half walked, half carried her to the bathroom.

Franks was still standing there, struck.  He slowly looked up at me.  “I can’t believe it.  I am seeing it, but I don’t believe it.  How...?”

“I told you.  It is a very closely kept secret.  Zandy will be here for a few days learning to walk again.  I will provide her with new clothes that fit, but if she has any personal items that she needs, like photographs or a laptop, now would be a good time to go get them.”

“I am not going anywhere.  But let me call her mother.”  He pulled out his cell and began dialing.

The bathroom door opened and Erin helped Zandy back to the bed.  She refused to sit down.  “I have been sitting for over fifteen years.”  She wanted to stand in front of the window.  Erin pulled a walker out of the closet and positioned Zandy with it by the window.

I said, “Zandy, when you feel up to it, I would like Angie to give you a full physical.  While I know there is nothing physically wrong, because of your long illness there may be residual side effects to reflexes and things like that.”

“I don’t care if I fall over dead right now.  Just standing here talking is an impossible dream that I have had for over half my life.”

“Well, I don’t think that is going to happen soon.  You are fully restored physically, and barring accidents, you should be able to tell your great grandkids all about this day.”

“Great grandkids?  You mean...!?!”

“Yes, your reproductive system is fully functional.  In fact, you are pretty hot now, any time you would like to try it out...” I gave her a lecherous grin.

She blushed, but came right back with, “I may take you up on that.”

Her dad got off the phone, and said, “Zandy, your mom is on the way.”

Her eyes got big and she exclaimed in a very surprised voice, “You talked to mom?”

I left then, I didn’t want to be involved in their family issues.  I called over the EB at the door again, it was a different girl this time.  “Please call the house and ask a few girls to go shopping for a whole wardrobe, from panties and jeans to dresses, include one ladies business suit.  All in Fawn’s sizes and have them delivered here.  Tell them to have fun.”

“Yes, Master.”

I gave this girl a kiss and an ass squeeze along with a “Thank you.”  She, like her predecessor, nearly collapsed on the spot.  As I left, I saw her lean against the wall for support, but she had her phone out and was talking.

I went to my office and zonked out on my overstuffed couch.

A few hours later, I woke up and headed down the hall to check on Zandy.  She had worn herself out and was sleeping.  Franks was sitting there next to a fairly pretty middle aged lady who I assumed was Zandy’s mother.  They were both staring at Zandy sleeping and smiling with their eyes glistening.

George Franks looked up as I came into the room.  He hopped up and came over.  “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.  You have given both my daughter’s life back, but also mine and her mother’s as well.”

“Just be sure to ask her if she would be willing to be our in-house counsel.  As you can see, we really could use her.”

“When you can do medical procedures as radical as that?  I’ll say you do.  Don’t worry, either she will work directly for you, or indirectly from me for you.  She is your new in-house counsel.”

I thanked him, then left.  That evening I went back.  Zandy was alone, standing at the window.  Without the walker.  I came up next to her.  She saw me and exclaimed, “Oh, thank you!  Doctor Angie said that you invented the medical procedure that did this!”  She grabbed my face and kissed me.  I returned the favor.  She kissed harder as she smelled and tasted me.  I pulled the string and her gown dropped.  A few strokes of her breast and then a nipple tweak had her gasping in pleasure.  I lowered her onto the bed, stripping my clothes and jumping in after her.  Positioning myself, I slid forward, filling her dripping pussy.  A few strokes and a few drops of pre-cum later and she was having small orgasms as she wrapped her new arms and legs around me.  A few minutes later she had a massive back arching mind-blowing orgasm as my warm cum filled her belly.  I stayed and cuddled with her while she recovered.  As she came to, she exclaimed, “So that is why everyone is hung up on sex.  Hell, if the sex is like that, I would happily stay home barefoot and pregnant for the rest of my life!”

I laughed.  “That is what one of my girls, Amanda told me years ago.  Now that she is eighteen, she says that she still wants to be ‘barefoot and pregnant’ for the rest of her life.”

She snuggled on my shoulder.  “Hmmm, I hope that I can be one of your girls now.”

“Yes, if you want.  My girls live with me in a sort of commune.  This clinic is run by the group.  Doctor Angie and Nurse Erin are both my girls also.  Talk to them about it.  You are our new in-house counsel, so get to know everyone.  There are three groups working here.  The security is run by a group of my girls we all call EBs.  A bit of an inside joke there.  Then there are those of my girls who have shown that they are leaders in our community, those have the ring on their finger.  Then around the clinic here, some of the nurses are outside hires.  Don’t discuss any of this with them.  Essentially, if they aren’t young and beautiful, then they aren’t one of my girls.”

“That is all nice, now let’s do that again.”  She reached down and stroked my cock.  I pulled her up on all fours, then slid in from behind.  With each stroke she cried out, “Oh Wow!”  On the final stroke as I filled her with more baby butter, she cried out, “Oh Wow, Master!” and collapsed forward, passing out.

I left her there, and since we were on the private floor, I opened the door and called over the EB to clean me up.  She collapsed against the wall and I got dressed and went back to the estate.

Chapter 28

It felt strange as I went up on stage and got my diploma.  I had finished high school.  I wondered how long the effects of me and the ring girls were going to last.  There were only a few left in school now, Theresa, Alicia, Jasmine, Amy and Rose – all seniors.  Also, Dawn and Hannah were going back for the fall as sophomores.

Amanda told me as we sat back down that she was pregnant.  Mandy said that they had flipped a coin.  She was waiting until Amanda gave birth, then it was her turn.

I was happy that Theresa would be 18 in the spring and we would be able to tell our parents about their grandkids.  Sara was three and a half, and acted much older.  She and Eve watched out for the other kids.  Since they both were both easily genius level, at almost four they already understood all of the household dangers and kept their younger siblings safe.

Because both their mothers and I were enhanced, and I had pushed those changes right into the DNA, all the kids were naturally enhanced.  That made the terrible twos pretty intense, but almost all childhood scrapes and boo-boos healed almost instantly.

The spring class of EBs graduated.  There were only eight of them.  I had been surprised because both Pam and Darlene were in the class, as trainees!  I asked them why, and they said that they felt that the newer training was more complete, and that they wanted it to serve me better.  I didn’t think it was necessary, but if they wanted it...  Now they were graduating, so I asked Pam if the new training was better.  She replied, “Yes, Master.  Much more complete.”

I snuck over and listened at bedtime again.  “Please Master, let me be worthy of you.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  “Master, don’t let fail you.  Keep me strong and worthy of your gifts.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  “Master, help me protect my new family here.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  “May Master keep my body sexy and firm, so that I may be worthy of him.  Master, Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  There were dozens more, all similar.  Wow, those were ego boosting prayers!

The summer party season got going.  It was great.  I planned ahead and told Angie to find a sub for the first week in August.  We were going RVing!  Angie and Erin needed a break, and I had to bring Amanda, Mandy, Theresa, Alicia, Leslie and Zandy.  That about filled the RV to capacity.

Theresa, Alicia, Jasmine, Amy and Rose had surprises for me just after my birthday.  They showed me their GEDs.  They had graduated.  Alicia was taking Criminal Justice classes at the community college, and Theresa was signed up with me to take classes at the U this fall to study Art.  I was, of course, going for a nursing degree.  I would have liked to study physics or electrical engineering, but I felt I should complement my talents as a RN.  After all, I had a long time to get the other degrees.

Zandy fit in like a custom glove.  She loved running around the house in the buff.  She loved her new body in general.  She and the Thrupp twins struck up quite the friendship, they were constantly talking and working together to serve me.  They were very good at three girl blowjobs.  I took possession of Zandy, giving her a ring, a week after she moved in.  She was so delighted that she almost passed out from giddiness.  She asked me, about a month later, “Master, could you make me more voluptuous, like Tammy Sue?”

“Sure, Zandy.”  She had been eating a lot and had a little weight, so I used that to expand her hips a little and increase her breasts to a D-cup.

She looked down and said, “Thank you, Master.  Now could you give me a baby?”

“Sure, Zandy.”  I made sure an egg was ready, then fucked her unconscious.  She screamed as she passed out, “I love you, Master!”

She made me really horny, so I called over the EB on duty, fucked her until she passed out, then went and found three more EBs and fucked them silly as well.

Zandy’s dad was right, she was a fantastic lawyer.  She had all the legal stuff straightened out in no time.  All the non-family employees now had NDAs on file, and there was a lot of other legal paperwork involved in running a clinic.  I saw Angie hug Zandy and say, “Thank you, sister for taking over all that legal stuff”.  Zandy got one of the two remaining offices at the clinic and it was soon filled to the brim with paper.  I told her to talk to Alicia and see if any of the EBs were good at that sort of stuff and to assign them to help.  Zandy ended up with three assistants.

It was late July when a nurse from the clinic approached me.  “Tom, can I speak with you for a minute?”

“Sure.”

“I don’t know how to say this...”

“Just say it.”  I added a big smile.

She peered at me fretfully.  “I heard that you can help people who are a bit lost.  My niece is living on the streets, doing heaven only knows what to herself.  We have tried interventions, tough love, everything, but no luck.”

I thought for a minute.  “Marlys, we can do one of two different things.  I could just cure her, make it so she can live on the streets and shoot drugs all day but not get high or anything like that.  I don’t think that is a good long term solution.  Or she can join the next EB class which I guarantee will straighten her out.”

She had been around for a year now, and she had worked with the EB security.  “Really?  That would be wonderful!”

“Get her here tomorrow.  Heck, offer her drugs if that will work.”

“Okay, boss.  Thank you again.”  She scurried off.

When I got back to the house, I talked with Alicia.  “Since we are going to have such a large EB class this fall, maybe we should start one now and stagger them.  I have a recruit for you, she will be ready tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master.  That will simplify things considerably.  I know of ten girls who are now sharing an apartment waiting for the fall EB class.  I will tell them to come in and start tomorrow.”

“Good, now that that is settled...” I pulled her into a big kiss.  Then I sat her on the edge of her desk, pulled up her knees, and slid in.  She was muttering and shouting “Master, I love you!” over and over until she passed out.

The next day I was surprised when Nurse Marlys and another woman who was obviously her sister, dragged in a struggling 13 year old to the clinic.  She was a nasty one all right, biting, hitting, and shouting epithets.  She had the blush of youth, but wasn’t very attractive, even under all the dirt.  I waved them into an exam room.

A quick tap and she was out.  The relieved mother and aunt took her and laid her on the exam table.  They were so happy to relax that they didn’t even question how a tap on the forehead could make her go to sleep.  “I see that she needs some work.  She is young enough for a military academy or something like that.  Are you sure you want to do this?”

The mother said, “I am at wits end.  I don’t know what is causing her to act like this.  I am broke financially, so I can’t afford anything like a military academy.  Marlys says that you have some sort of boarding school combined with career training that works extremely well.  I am fed up, if you can fix her, you can have her at this point.”

I pulled out my cell and called Zandy.  “Honey, could you please bring down guardianship forms for a teen girl to exam 1, and bring your notary stamp. ...  Thanks.”  I turned back to the women.  “Okay, here is the deal.  The girl... what is her name anyway?”

“Taylor Ann White.”

“Taylor, then.  Several things will happen.  She will be fixed up physically.  Everything repaired.  Also as part of the training, she will be biosculpted to help fix her self image.  The initial training is like a boot camp, she cannot contact the outside world for four months, but I will make sure Marlys here gets regular progress reports.  After the four months are up, she will be a boarder at Sheraton Place, you cannot visit her there, but she can visit you for holidays and family events.”

The mother said, “I understand everything except the biosculpting.  How does that work?”

Her sister is the one who answered, “She will be drop dead gorgeous.  That is what he means.”  She led her to the door and pointed out two of the EB security guards.  “Those are girls who have already done this.  She will be as pretty as them.  Don’t worry, I talk to them all the time in the lunchroom, they are really nice girls, and one of them was fixed up and she said it doesn’t hurt at all and it was easily worth it to feel pretty.”

I was a little surprised at this, but I was glad that the EBs had time off to talk to outsiders.

“I still don’t understand, but if I can get my Taylor back in any form, I will be the happiest woman on earth.”

Zandy came in at that point.  Since I was 18 now, I put myself as Taylor’s guardian on the form, and quickly filled in the rest.  I had her mother sign the form, then Zandy notarized it and left.

“Ladies, you will have her back for a visit on Thanksgiving, and I promise she will be caught up on her schoolwork by the end of the school year.”

“Thank you.”  Marlys shooed her crying sister out of the room. 

I went over to take a closer look at Taylor.  She was short, pudgy, strung out on Heroin, Cocaine, Pot, and another drug I didn’t recognize.  She was quite a homely girl.  I decided that she needed complete revamping, not a cleanup like Zandy had had.  I called in the EB from the hall.  She was a blonde like Taylor.  “Henrietta, do you have a little sister?”

“No, Master.”

“Then by the time we leave this room you will.”

“Wow.  Thank you, Master.”  She looked really excited by the prospect.

“Help me undress Taylor here.”  We pulled off her clothes, putting them into a plastic biohazard bag for burning.  “Now you strip and model for me.  Taylor is going to be just like you, only a bit younger.”  The EB didn’t hesitate for a second, she peeled off her clothes.  I went and got a gurney from the supply room, and had Henrietta lie down next to Taylor.

Good thing Taylor was a little pudgy, she was a little short and needed to be taller with more muscle mass.  It took me almost an hour with the EB watching in awed fascination, as I rebuilt Taylor as a mini-Henrietta.  I made her with a nice pair of A, almost B cups breasts and nice legs and hips.  I made the face exactly like Henrietta’s, except with a smaller nose which would grow.  The blonde hair I revised a little to have the highlights like Henrietta’s beautiful hair.

Then I went in and fixed all her addictions, adding the new drug, whatever it was, to my collection of drug immunities.  I made all the standard EB changes, including the cortex suppression.  When I mentioned that she was joining EB class 8, Henrietta got even more giddy.  “You mean she will be my REAL little sister?  Thank you, thank you, thank you, Master!”  She was jumping all over the room in glee.  Watching her I got hard as a rock.  I pulled her to me, gave her a giant kiss, then put her on the gurney and fucked her until she passed out.  I got dressed, and then waited for Henrietta to wake up.  I had her get dressed, then we dressed Taylor in a hospital gown.  We transferred her to the gurney and wheeled her to the back ER entrance.  I told Henrietta to put her in a car and deliver her to Alicia and Sarah for training.  I set Taylor to come to in about an hour.

I went and found Angie and Erin, giving them a big kiss each and adding the new drug to their immunities.  Then I went around the clinic, kissing and/or squeezing the asses of all the EBs, also adding the new drug to their immunities.  I went back to Angie and got her list for the day.  Not too bad, a bad hair-lip to repair on a little boy, and another drug case to immunize.

The little boy took only a minute or two.  He was all excited, “Now the other kids won’t call me Scarface anymore!”

The drug case was a strung out woman in her mid-30s.  She had heard that we could stop the bad flu.  I turned her off, then quickly went through and gave her all the drug immunities.  I couldn’t resist and fixed her track marks and put a little of the baby fat back on her face so she was pretty again. I woke her up, wrote ‘generic drug immunization’ on her chart and left, flipping the room sign for the nurse to come in and finish up the paperwork.

I headed back to the house.  Alicia had said that she had a batch of recruits for this afternoon.  When I got back to the house, I asked her if Taylor had arrived.  She said that Sarah had already taken care of her.

The new class of EBs had two extremely hot sex kittens joining it.  After I shut them all off, made the EB changes, and they were led away, I asked Alicia if they were all for security.  “No, two of them are slated for the nursery under Tammy Sue.  One of them is the daughter of a professional gardener.  I was going to have her take over as groundskeeper.”

“Good thinking.”  She moaned and almost passed out at the praise.  “Is Sarah ready to train them herself?  Remember you are going with me next week.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I haven’t fucked you in the ass for a while, turn around and bend over.”

“Oh, yes, Master.”  She excitedly turned around and bent over, showing me her beautiful behind.  I rubbed my cock over her beautiful rosebud, then slid in all the way to the hilt.  “Oh, Master, Thank You, Master, I love you, Master.”  She gasped over and over as I stoked in and out of her perfect ass.  I came, filling her up with cum, and she started having a seizure like orgasm, much more intense than usual.  She passed out, collapsing on the floor.  Before I could stop her, the EB on duty rushed over and licked me clean, even after the anal sex with Alicia. 

I noticed that Alicia was very clean anally, I was curious so I asked the EB.  “Last month, we got trained with enema bags and every time we dirty ourselves, we get one of our sisters to give us an enema.  Boss sister Alicia thought that it would be good to be clean for you, Master.”

“Hmmm, tell Alicia when she awakens that it was a good idea.”

“Yes, Master.”

I went outside to check over the RV.  There was a team of EBs working on it, cleaning it, stocking the shelves, filling the water tank, and even two EBs that were buried in the engine checking things out and changing oil.  I noticed that Ester was leading the group.  I asked her, “Ester, how is it going?”

“Very good, Master.  The check is almost complete, one of the security cars is in for repairs, but it should be back by the time you leave.  The team from the resort has reported back and things are secure there as well.  Everything is on schedule.”

Wow, she was going all out.  “Very good work Ester.” 

She sighed and gasped out, “Thank you, Master!”

“They were complete idiots over at the FBI for kicking you out.  But their loss is our gain.”

“Oh, Thank you, Master!”  She leaned against the RV for support as she orgasmed.  Since she was wearing only a handkerchief top and a miniskirt (like many older girls, she delighted in showing off her new young body, and I encouraged it, of course), I saw her juice dripping down her leg.  We were behind the RV and there were also a 100 ft of forested driveway between us and the street, so I unzipped, leaned forward, and slid into her dripping pussy.

As I stroked, I said, “I am very proud to own you, Ester.”  She gasped again and started quivering in a massive orgasm.  I came and filled her belly with warm cum and her orgasm got even more massive until she froze then collapsed, held up only by my cock deep in her quim.  I grabbed her sides, then slid out, slowly lowering her to the ground, sitting against the RV as she recovered.  One of the EBs cleaning the RV rushed over and licked me clean.  I stroked the EB’s head as she worked, and she sighed with a small orgasm too.

Chapter 29

It was a beautiful summer day as we pulled out of the driveway.  Ester had really gone to town on security.  There was a car ahead of us somewhere, one ready to pull out behind us, and a team on site at the resort we were driving to.  I am sure that she installed a hidden GPS on the RV for the chase vehicles.  She may even have had teams waiting at the estimated gas station stops.

We got out on the interstate and headed for the resort.  The RV was like a dream, it floated along the highway.  I could see how nice it would have been if I had gone another direction after meeting Amanda.  Cruzin’ the highways of America in the big RV, not a care in the world.  It sounded attractive, but irresponsible.

I heard a phone ring, and a minute later Alicia came up to sit with me in the cabin.  “Master, there is a situation at the resort.”

“What kind of situation?”

“There is a forest fire, and the resort got taken over as a base and emergency hospital.”

“Hmmm...  Get Angie up here.”

She called back and soon Angie was standing behind me.

“Angie, there is a forest fire and our resort is now an emergency hospital.  You feel up to being an ER doctor again for a while?  Or we can go somewhere else.”

“Master, I gave an oath.  Let’s go help.”

“Okay, Alicia, get the details from Ester’s advance party and also have them inform whoever’s in charge that there is a doctor, nurse, and several medical techs on their way.  Angie, check out Ester’s emergency medical stash of equipment and see what we have.  Also pass on the word to your sisters in back.”

I had never thought we would need it, but Ester’s paranoia was paying off.  All the EBs under her command had EMT training, and the rest of my girls had done a lot of helping in the clinic as a sort of super candy-stripers.

That evening we arrived in hell.  I made sure that the gas and water tanks were full in the RV an hour before we got there, I knew resources would be tight.  We also nearly stripped the convenience store attached to the gas station and stocked up on supplies.  I knew the water recycling system would be in perfect condition because of Ester’s techs, so we could last quite a while without external support if necessary.

We pulled in next to the main lodge, in the lee of the building.  The advance team had cleared a spot for us.  The resort was way up in the mountains, nothing was even close, so I could see why it had been made the field base.

For this operation, Angie was in charge, so she led the parade into the building.  The Incident Commander was bellowing orders over in a corner of the lobby.  When Angie went up to him and told him who she was, he said, “You are the first Doctor to make it.  We need to set up triage.  There is a large banquet room that we have been using.  Go take a look and tell us what you need.”

Angie led the group through the door marked, ironically, “Smokey the Bear Banquet Room”.  There was a statue of Smokey next to the entrance with a sign that said, “Only you can prevent forest fires”.  Someone had taped a paper sign under it that said, “No Shit Sherlock”.

Inside the tables had all been removed and there were rows and rows of cots.  In five or six of them were men in bad shape, a few people tending to them.  I hadn’t seen anything like it outside of a movie.  Angie and Erin were efficient, they had the place organized in no time.

When a patient came in, if it was non-life threatening, they were sent to a cot where someone would come by in a few minutes.  Life threatening, they got sent to Angie and me for evaluation and repairs.  Every few hours we would go through the other injuries with the sterile water needle and fix all the other injuries.  That first day I repaired thirty men with bad breaks and burns.  I also repaired four cases of cancer, six kidney stones, one type II diabetes, one appendix that was about to burst, and one brain tumor.

The Incident Commander wandered in at about two AM.  The room was empty.  “Where are all the patients?”

Angie calmly said, “We treated them and sent them back to their units to get some sleep.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

He raised an eyebrow, but left without another word.

That forest fire would become known as the miracle fire.  No one associated all the cures to us, for which I thank the benevolent hand of god.  Not a single fire fighter was lost, and over thirty men went home cured of cancer.  Later on I felt a little guilty when I heard that a research team was testing materials on the mountain top for the “miracle cancer cure”. But after the disaster, the resort needed the guests and the team was from a big rich pharmaceutical company, so no one really lost.

But then and there things were a little hairy.  The only doctor was Angie, but when the average patient stay was only a few hours, and she had ten people working with her, medical care wasn’t much of a concern for this fire.  In fact we loaned out some people, several EBs, Amanda, and Mandy worked in the kitchen; Zandy and Theresa worked as support for the Overhead crew, bringing messages and coffee.

One of the EBs, Holly, fell for one of the young firemen, and fell hard.  I removed her anti-other men block and encouraged them.  They became the romantic couple of the fire.  All the firemen who came in would cheer as they kissed and had big smiles watching them dance.  It was in the middle of one of these dances that the lights went out.

The hotel generator was shot, and the fire had just taken out the lines along the main road.  Everyone was running about, not knowing what to do.  I went over to the mechanic EB, Val, that Ester had sent in the chase car.  She was one of the two that I had seen going over the engine of the RV.

“Val, what is the generator capacity of the RV?”

She thought for a second, then said, “Running full like we would need here, and with the 160 gallons of fuel remaining, we could power the essential systems here for about six days before going dry.”

“Let’s go hook it up.”  She and I went out to the RV.  It was parked not far from the hotel’s generator that wouldn’t start.  Unfortunately, it ran on gasoline, and ours was diesel, otherwise I would have pilfered some fuel.  We disconnected the cables running to their generator, and moved them to ours on the side of the RV.  There were even generator out jacks under a panel on the side of the super-RV.  Val cranked it up to full.  I went to the fuse box and turned off all the guest room and air conditioning breakers, then flipped to generator input.  Val hit the button and the whole place lit up.  I got a roll of duct tape and put tape over the open breakers so no one would arbitrarily turn them back on.

We went back and told the IC what we had done. 

“Good.  Hopefully we won’t need it for long.  But right now the fire has circled us and until we get the main road cleared, the repair crews can’t get to the power lines.”

I said, “With the diesel that we have, our mechanic says that we have just over five days before running dry.  We also don’t have the full capacity of the broken generator, so we turned off the individual rooms and the air-conditioner.”

“Hmmm, I will have to make some sort of announcement.”  He got on the PA and told everyone the emergency power limitations.

Of course, we who lived in the RV had air conditioning, but I wasn’t about to tell anyone that.  We were rotating use of the two beds and the big easy chairs in the RV for sleeping.  The RV was so well built that I could hardly tell that the generator was running, just a hardly noticeable vibration if you stood in the right spot.

I had to tell Angie and Erin to take breaks and get sleep, they both tended to rely on their enhanced endurance.  Since there weren’t any patients, I got them to alternate shifts, essentially waiting for emergencies.

Val worked on the hotel generator, getting it running with a MacGyvered part after a day of hard work.  The next evening we switched to the hotel generator, plugging in the RV so we could conserve fuel in case we had to switch over again.

When it was all running, I pulled Val into the back bedroom, stripped off her overalls, and slowly made love to her for two hours, leaving her sleeping hard with a big smile.

That evening, the Holly’s fireman asked her to marry him.  She said yes to a roomful of cheering.  As I shook his hand, I got a gestalt of his DNA, and giving her a hug, made it so his sweat, semen, and saliva would work like mine on her.  I also removed her birth control sheaths.  She kissed him again and then kissed him harder.  She looked up and mouthed to me, “Thank you, Master”, then kissed him a third time, leading him upstairs to a room full of hollers and cat calls.

Zandy was just getting off the phone as I turned around.  I asked her what that was about, and she said that she was getting Holly’s paycheck made up, and had several of the other EBs pack up her things.  Both would be waiting when we got back.

The next day Holly got married.  One of the firemen was a pastor in real life, and he married Holly to her fireman, I was one of the best men, the IC gave her away.  The fire got under control two days later.  We got Holly’s new address to send her stuff.  The girls were already sending Facebook notes back and forth to her.

As we pulled out of the resort, I commented, “It sure will be nice to get back home from this vacation and relax!”

Chapter 30

When we got back, the girls all relaxed around the pool.  I went and found Ester and gave her two bellies full, leaving her out cold and drooling on the bed.  She had saved many lives with her heavy almost paranoid security.  Then I went out and joined them at the pool.

It was nice to get back to school.  I was starting at the University, taking my freshmen intro courses.  Classes were more fun at the U than in high school.  More relaxed and they moved at a faster, more realistic pace.

Dawn and Hannah started school.  We asked the school, and they agreed, not to share Hannah’s real age.  She was easily doing the tenth grade work, so it really wasn’t much of an issue.

The new class of EBs was large, twenty two of them.  With the eleven in class number eight, that meant that there were thirty three EBs in training.  Taylor seemed to be doing well, at least she appeared to be as she licked me clean one morning after taking a piss, under the direction of a EB coach, of course.  Alicia had dressed Taylor and taken a picture that we passed on to her Aunt Marlys at the clinic.  She was amazed at how pretty Taylor was now, and she said that she was even a bit envious.

Because of the huge number of EBs, housing was beginning to be an issue.  Alicia asked if she could draw up plans to build a dormitory and training center for her girls in the back property, just behind a bunch of trees to the left.  Sarah and Ester were all excited at the idea and the three of them sat down and spent hours planning and debating issues.

When they were done it was a masterpiece of planning.  Everything was thought out, environmental concerns, appearance, accessibility, and usability.  I especially liked the hidden tunnel between the new building and the main house.  I put my stamp of approval on it and they took it to an architect to be properly laid out and contracted.  The ten million dollar facility was finished by the first snows of November.  The RV and the cars were moved into the maintenance garage, the EBs moved their bunks over, surprisingly keeping themselves together at four to a room.  They were packed in like sailors on a ship.  There were the training barracks which were reminiscent of army boot camp barracks.  A huge exercise facility with everything Alicia, Sarah, and Ester could think of.  They stripped one of the spare kitchens from the house and made a cafeteria.  There were offices for Alicia, Sarah, Ester, and three more for future use.  Alicia said that one was to be for the new groundskeeper, Yaitza, a pretty Chinese girl who was due to graduate with EB class eight just before Thanksgiving.

One room was a bit strange.  It was a bit like a in home theater, except that the chairs slanted forward and would thrust the crotch of anyone who sat in the seats up in the air.  I asked Alicia what it was for, and she showed me.  Apparently part of the EBs training was to hold a pair of my dirty underwear to their nose while they masturbated, five times a day.  The seats were designed to assist in that endeavor.  They were adding a slide show of me as well.  I wasn’t sure whether to be appalled or not.  I decided to let them do their thing, especially after a group of EBs came in, settled down to the slide show, pulled out my undies to sniff, and all started masturbating at once.  It was so hot to watch that I bent Alicia over a chair in the back, filled her up and let her collapse, then moved over to Sarah then Ester and did the same.

Next to the Masterbatorium, there was a chapel where EBs came to pray to me.  There was a statue (!) of me at one end on the alter and pews.  Alicia had designed in a listening post for me behind the alter.  I listened for half an hour, almost every prayer was for “worthiness”.  One girl begged for her sister to be accepted as an EB trainee.  I asked Alicia and she told me it was already taken care of.

The EB class eight graduated the week before Thanksgiving.  Taylor was in the class and was completely obedient.  She kneeled before me like the others and answered, “Whatever the Master wants.”

Following tradition, I turned to Alicia and Sarah and said, “Good class of recruits and good training.”  They both smiled, swallowed, and their pussies started dripping down their legs.  I turned to the class and said, “Congratulations, EB class eight.  You have now graduated.  Please assume the position.”  They all sat on the edge of the row of couches and pulled their knees back, displaying their dripping pussies.  I started at one end and worked my way down the row, leaving a cream pie and upgrading each of them.  I told Alicia to send Taylor to me when she recovered.

Taylor found me while I was working on my school work.  I noticed that she was standing quietly waiting.  “Taylor, how are you?”

“Fine. Master.”

“Do you enjoy your new look?”

“It is wonderful, Master.  Thank you, Master, for your gifts.”

“Do you know why you were acting so badly before?”

“I had yet to realize how wonderful you are, Master.”

Harrumph, good answer, but not what I was looking for.  “But why were you so angry before?”

She hesitated for a second, then said, “It was a spiral.”

“Please explain.”

“No one liked me, so I was angry and mean, and so no one liked me.  I was so alone, Master.  It hurts just thinking about it.”

“Don’t worry Taylor.”  She instantly lost the upset look.  Wow, that was some training.  “You will never be alone here.  You know that, right?”

“Oh, yes, Master.”

“You do understand that your Parents and your Aunt love you very much.”

A tear glistened in her eye.  “Yes, Master.  I know.”

“I ask again, why did you treat them so badly?”

She broke down crying.  “Because I was so ashamed.  No one liked me.  I couldn’t even get any boys to fuck me unless they were high.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I treated them so badly, Master.”

“Very good answer.  You will go back to your old home for Thanksgiving.  You will apologize to your parents and your Aunt Marlys.  You will visit them every major holiday and talk with them at least once a month on the phone.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master.”

“You will never, ever be alone again.  You belong to me now along with all your EB sisters.  Do you understand?”

“Oh, yes, Master.”  She was sobbing again, but in happiness.

“Now go do your daily devotions, then get dressed and come back here.  I will take you to the clinic to meet your Aunt Marlys for the Thanksgiving holiday.”

“Yes, Master.”  She got up and left.

An hour later she was back.  I pulled on some clothes and we drove to the clinic.  She saw her Aunt Marlys and rushed over and gave her a big hug.  “Aunt Marlys, I am so sorry for how I treated you.  Can you ever forgive me?”  She sobbed into Marlys’ shoulder.  Marlys hugged her back and said, “Of course, dear.  I love you very much.”

I let them hug and cry for a while.  Then I said, “Taylor will help you today, then you can take her home for the holiday.  Bring her back Sunday evening.”

Marlys looked up at me and said, tears still falling, “Thank you, Tom.”

I was on Thanksgiving break, so I went to see Angie and see what was on this week’s agenda.  I noticed that the EB on guard in the clinic lobby was watching Taylor and her aunt with a glistening in her eye.  Upstairs I was going through the pile of patient records when I came across Holly Johnson.  I went to her room, and Angie was there talking to her.  It was Holly.  “Holly!” I said as I went into the room.

“Hello, Master!  It is nice to see you!”

“So how’s married life?”

“Wonderful.  I really miss you and my sisters though.”

“You are welcome to visit the estate.  Things have changed a bit.”

“I heard.  I facebook with several of my sisters and they told me all about it.”

“So why are you in the clinic?  Is something wrong?”

“Only if you consider being pregnant wrong!”

“Wow, already?  You didn’t waste any time did you?”

“No.”  She actually blushed.  “I wanted a pre-natal checkup, and I don’t trust any doctors besides Angie and you.”

Angie said, “I just finished and everything looks normal, we would both feel better if you checked her out though.”

I went and put my hand on her belly.  The baby was perfectly normal.  I looked at her and said, “He is great.  Healthy as can be.”

“He?  It’s a boy?”

“Yup.  It appears that he inherited your enhanced system too.  Good luck chasing him during his terrible twos.”  I grinned.

She rolled her eyes.  “I don’t know whether to thank you or curse you for that one.”  Angie snickered.

“Look at it this way, he’ll be a great fireman some day.”

She rolled her eyes again.  “I suppose.  Well, I have to go, my appointment with Angie ended an hour ago, and I don’t want to mess the schedule up too much.  I’ll talk to both of you later.”

Angie said, “Sounds like a plan.  Bye now.”

I added, “Bye.  Say Hi to Bill.”

“Will do.  Bye.”

Angie and I left.  She went all business, “I have a case for you.  Or maybe case is the wrong word, ‘cases’ is better.  A group of kids were brought in yesterday.  They were all extremely malnutritioned over an extended period of time.  The police found them living in a burned out car.  There is no proof, but they think the oldest, an 11 year old girl, was turning tricks for food money.  Child services can’t get them out of the room.  Maybe you can help.”

She led me to an exam room.  An EB was standing watch.  Angie asked, “Tara, any changes?”

“No, Boss Doctor Angie, nothing.”

We opened the door and peeked in.  The kids were hiding behind the exam table.  I went in to the room.  “Hello.  My name is Tom.”  A pair of eyes peered over the table.  “What is your name?”

“Go away!”

“Why?  I just want to help you, like Doctor Angie here.”  She seemed to relax a little.  “I use magic to help fix people.  Doctor Angie asked me to look at you.”

“Magic?”

“Yeah, magic.” I held up my hand and changed the skin color to bright green with pink polka dots.

She giggled as I wiggled my rainbow colored fingers.

“I won’t take you anywhere, I just want to see if everyone is okay.  Okay?”

She looked scared, but quietly said, “Okay.”

I sat in the chair by the desk and said, “Why don’t you come here one at a time and I can see what is wrong, okay?”  She nodded.

She came over.  I put my hand on her shoulder and read her.  She was okay except for some vaginal tearing, malnutrition, and grime.  She was a little older than she looked as well, I guessed thirteen.  I wrote that on the chart.  “What is your name, honey?”

“Melissa.”

“Pretty name.”  I added that to the chart.  “Could you send over one of your friends now?”

“Okay.”  She went back behind the table, then a boy about six got up and came over.  I read him.  He was actually around nine, but his growth was stunted by malnutrition.

I asked, “What is your name, young man?”

He stuck his thumb in his mouth, and then said, “Roger.”  I wrote it down.  I looked over to where Melissa was peering over the table and said, “Next, please.”

It was a sign when a girl who looked about six as well came out without Melissa shooing Roger back.  I read the girl while I asked, “So what’s your name, honey?”

She was really older like Roger, in fact they were siblings – twins maybe?  At least she didn’t have the vaginal tearing.  She said, “Rina.”

Without prompting, the last kid came out.  Another little girl, maybe four years old.  I checked her and she was in perfect shape, not even malnourished.  I guessed the other kids had passed a lot of the food on to her.  “So what is your name, honey?”

“Carrie.”

I wrote down everything.  Melissa somehow migrated until she was standing next to me leaning in, in fact they all were half cuddling with me.  I looked up and told Angie in the doorway, “Have someone go get a big bag of tacos.”  A few minutes later an EB came up and passed over the bag.  It smelled wonderful.  I moved down on the floor and the kids and I had an impromptu picnic.

After they were all sated, I looked at Melissa.  “Melissa, you, Rina, and Roger are very sick because you have not been eating much.  It looks like you have been giving all the good food to Carrie.  Do you understand?”

She looked a little scared. “Yes.”

I stroked her hair, and the side of her face, activating the pleasure nerves as I did so.  She sighed and nuzzled my hand.  “I am going to have to use my magic to fix you and the twins, but I am going to have to do it one at a time in another room.  I promise that you will all be kept together.  Okay?”

She thought hard for a minute.  “Only if Doctor Angie promises to keep us together too.”  She looked up at Angie. 

Angie smiled and said, “Of course.”

“Then I go first.”

I looked at Angie and said, “We need about 50 lbs again.”

“I have a candidate.  He isn’t here right now, give me 15 minutes.”

So she wouldn’t lose her gumption, I continued to caress Melissa’s face, suddenly she gave me a big hug and snuggled into my chest.  The other kids saw this and joined her.  I could almost feel the happiness radiating from them.  I guess if Melissa thought I was okay, then they thought I was okay.

Angie came back.  “I have the donor upstairs being prepped.  I also set up a room for the kids.”

I smiled up at her, “Sure thing, let me get unwrapped here and we can go upstairs.”  I gently shook Melissa.  “Honey, we have a special room for all of you upstairs.  Let’s go.”  It took some more persuasion, but soon they all followed me upstairs to room that Angie had had the bed removed and a big box of toys put out.  I got them settled, then I took Melissa’s hand and led her into the next room. 

As she hugged me again, I turned her off.  Erin helped me undress her and put her on a gurney.  I told the EB on duty to call the house and have the girls go shopping again, for clothes for a 13 year old girl, 10 year old boy and girl, and to grab a set of clothes from Sara.

We covered her with a sheet then wheeled her into the OR.  I went and turned off Angie’s donor, a fat middle aged guy.  Erin and I wheeled him into the OR as well.

I healed her vaginal tearing, then started scooping out chunks of fat from the guy, using the mass to grow Melissa until she was physically what she should be, an extremely pretty thirteen year old girl.  I also made the standard changes, I wanted to recruit this girl when she got a little older.  Leaving the fat guy, we went back to the room where Erin gave Melissa a sponge bath.  I checked and the girls weren’t back from shopping yet, so we put a hospital gown on her, I positioned her hugging me like she was before, and turned her back on.

She hugged me for a minute, then let out a started, “Oh!” and sat up. 

I said, “Done!”

She looked down at her nice B-cup tits and ran to the mirror on the back of the door.  “Wow!  You are right.  That is magic.  But what happened to my clothes?”

“I have new clothes coming for you.  Why don’t we go back in the other room now.”  We marched around the corner.

Roger looked at her and said, “Is that you, Melissa?  You look big.”

“I am bigger.  This is what I am supposed to look like.”

I looked at Roger.  “And now it is your turn to get bigger.”

His eyes got bigger.  “Not without Rina!”  He hugged her tight.

“Okay.”  I led the two of them into the next room.  I simultaneously turned them both off.  Erin helped me strip them and get both of them on a gurney.  They stunk, to Erin gave them a sponge bath first this time.  We wheeled them into the OR where I began the process on Roger, growing him until he was the proper ten year old size.  Then I repeated it with Rina.  I checked and Roger already was slated to have a nice 12 inch dick when he grew up so I didn’t have to enhance it.  I cleaned up the former fat guy, spreading out the remaining fat evenly and removing the extra folds of skin and stretch marks.  I set him to a normal sleep.  We wheeled the twins back to the recovery room, dressed them in gowns, then Erin went to take care of the guy.  I woke up the twins, who looked at each other and started talking about how big they were.  I led them back to the others.

We walked in to a situation.  Angie was facing off with a severe looking lady, a cop, and a frantic looking couple.  As we walked in, the couple ran over and hugged the confused Roger and Rina.  I said loudly, “Alright, what the heck is going on here?”

It turned out the severe looking lady was from child services.  The cop had come with the couple who were Roger and Rina’s parents!  They had been looking for them for the last four years since they disappeared in a mall.

Then everyone started shouting at once, Melissa, the social worker, the couple, and the twins.  I yelled, “Everyone, quiet!”  Everyone shut up.  “Let’s do this one person at a time.  Melissa, where did you meet the twins?”

Everyone looked at her.  She said, “They were wandering along the railroad tracks holding hands.  I took them back to the road near the tracks, but there wasn’t anyone there.  They were hungry, so I gave them some food and they have been with me ever since.”

I knelt in front of her, “Melissa, the twins have found their parents.  Will you let them go?  I am sure they will let you visit them whenever you want.”

She looked me in the face, then over at the twins, then back to me.  “Okay.”

I turned to the social worker, “Now, what is your agenda here today?”

She gave me a nasty look, “Who the hell are you?”

“I am the co-administrator for this clinic.  And these kids are not going anywhere if I don’t get some proof, as in a picture from the nice looking couple here of the twins, and an ID from you, lady, along with an explanation of your visit.”

I already knew that they were the real parents from a quick DNA scan, but I needed the leverage.  The lady scowled worse and said, “Well, I’m sure.”  The parents quickly dug out a family picture.  It was the twins all right.  I showed it to Melissa who smiled, then hugged the twins goodbye.  Erin said that there were some clothes in the next room, so they left, but I asked the cop to remain.

I stood before the woman and said, “I am still waiting, lady.”

The cop was getting suspicious, “I think I will need to see some ID as well, ma’am.”

I was getting suspicious myself.  I had thought that she was legit, just nasty, but she still wouldn’t produce an ID.  I stuck my head out the door and told the EB standing there, “Get backup.”

Within about twenty seconds, there were five armed EB guards surrounding the lady.  The cop looked impressed.  He pulled out his radio and called in for the duty sergeant, saying that there was an attempted kidnapping suspect.

Melissa was hugging Carrie and looked scared.  I went over and hugged them both.  The lady suddenly pulled out a gun and dashed for the door.  She made it about six inches until she was handcuffed and laid out flat.

I looked at the cop and asked, “How were the kids found anyway?”

“There was a shootout, and they were found hiding behind a trash dumpster when we arrived and began the investigation.”

I looked down at Melissa, “Melissa, did you see what happened during the shootout?”

She nodded her head against my chest.

“Did you see who was shooting?”

She nodded her head again.  Then she said, “There were three guys in suits who were talking to two other guys dressed fancy.  The guys in suits pulled out their guns and started shooting at the other guys.  They shot back but they didn’t last long.”

“Did Carrie, Roger or Rina see anything?”

“No, I kept them hidden.”

I looked up at the cop and said, “As of now, these two are in my custody.  There isn’t any place that is safer then my estate.  Let me know when the hearing is, and we will bring them.  You had better send a warning to the twin’s parents too.”

I looked down at the lady on the floor.  “I don’t know who you are, lady.  But there is no way you or your employers can get near Melissa.”  She just stared up with hatred in her eyes.

I looked at the nearest EB.  “I want an armed escort for Melissa and Carrie back to the estate.  ASAP.  And crank up security here at the clinic and at the estate.”  She was immediately on her phone.  Fifteen minutes later Ester arrived in full gear.

I simply said to her, gesturing to the kids, “Mobsters want Melissa and Carrie.”

She got very, very angry, very, very fast.  She scowled down at the woman still handcuffed on the floor.  “Over our dead bodies.” 

I went over to Melissa.  “Melissa, you see all these women here?”  She nodded. “They all want to help you and protect you, they are all friends of mine, like Angie.  Go with them now, they will take you to my house where there are a lot of nice people and lots of kids.  I will join you later. Okay?”

I half expected her not to go, her world was changing fast.  But she looked at me again and said, “Okay.”  I gave them a big hug, and she and Carrie left with Ester.

A minute later a bunch of cops arrived.  The sergeant, asked, “Who was that just leaving?  The President?  Talk about security!”

The cop explained what was going on.  The sergeant looked at me.  “You can call up that sort of security on a drop of a hat?  I think we will leave the girls with you until a judge says otherwise.”

He gathered up the woman, got statements from everyone, and congratulated the EBs for being “the best security he had ever seen”.

I headed for home, an EB tail car close behind me.  Back at the house, an EB came over and took my car like a valet and drove it around to the maintenance garage.  Parking inside next to the RV.  I watched as an EB dressed like Rambo stood guard with what looked like an M-16.  I took the tunnel back to the main house where Melissa ran over and gave me a big hug.  Carrie following.

That evening I had a long discussion with Theresa.  We had been planning on telling our parents about the estate on her birthday, but since I was registered owner of the estate, they were in danger.  We had to tell them now.  I had a couple of EBs check the isolated condo on the end of the main condo block, making sure it was clean.  Then Theresa and I took a security detail to our parent’s house.

My mom met us at the front door.  She watched as about 20 EBs surrounded the house in a perimeter.  “Tom, Theresa, what the heck is going on?”

My dad yelled from the living room, “What is going on?  There are armed soldiers in the back yard!”

I said, “Mom, we need to talk.”  I led her into the living room.

“Son, what is going on?”

“Mom, Dad, I would like you to meet the boss of Sheraton Place.”

My dad said, “Sure, but what is with all the security?”

“I am the boss.  And the security is a long story.”

Mom looked at Theresa, she nodded.  Dad didn’t look surprised.  “I have known that you owned the place for several years now, Tom.  You forgot that tax records are sent to your permanent address.”

Oh.  “Well, there is more, a lot more.  For reference, the money is from Amanda and Mandy who needed to protect it from their evil stepmother.  Anyway, I have been running the place, and it is a bit of a teenage fantasy.  A nudist colony.  But I have several more girlfriends that you don’t know about, plus you have nine, soon to be more, grandkids.”

I could see that they were in shock.  My dad shook his head to focus himself, then said, “But what about all this security?”

“At the clinic today we got two young girls in who are witnesses to a mob shooting.  The mob is after them.  The reason Theresa and I are here right now is that you are not safe and we need to move you to a townhouse I prepared for you.”

“Move us?”  He thought for a minute.  “I can see that.  Annie, let’s go pack.”  He led our silent mother upstairs.  Theresa commented, “We can send a squad of EBs over later to pack up the place.  Good thing we have had such a large number of EBs graduating lately.”

Mom was still in shock when we arrived and I handed the keys to the condo to my dad.  A pair of EBs had whisked off their suitcases to the master bedroom.  Bemused, my dad wandered about the place.  “Nice,” he commented.  My mom went into the kitchen and started cooking something, mostly to think I guessed.

I looked at my dad, “I apologize, but I considered the lives of two children more important than your comfort.”

“I do too.  But this place is not exactly uncomfortable!  Although it is a bit large for two people.”

“Well, maybe three.  We really should get Aunt Josie to come stay for a while.  These guys won’t stop at anything to get leverage.  Theresa and I were also hoping that you would move in here.  We have kept this condo isolated from the rest of the estate, it has its own pool, yard, and address.  We have been planning this for years, and were going to invite you when Theresa turned eighteen, but events forced us to rush things a bit.”

“Son, we can discuss moral and philosophical issues later.  One thing that will snap your mother out of her state would be those grandkids that you mentioned.”

“Good idea, Dad.”  I turned to the EB standing by the door.  It was Dee.  “Dee, could you call over, have the kids get nice dresses on, then have them meet us at the connecting door?  Also if you could pass a message for Amanda and Mandy to join us?”

“Yes, sir.”  She whipped out her phone and began speaking rapidly into it.

I led Dad over to the connecting door.  I opened it just in time for Amanda and Mandy to come on through.  They gave my Dad a big hug each.  He looked down at Amanda’s belly and asked, “How Long?”

“Six months.”

“Congratulations, honey!  And I assume that Tom here is the father?”

“Yes, sir.”

He leaned against the wall.  “In a way, this is the first grandkid I’ve meet.  I’m a Grandfather!”  He grinned at us.  Then he looked behind us and his eyes got big.

We turned around and a very pregnant Lisa and Tammy Sue were leading a parade of kids around the corner.  I was relieved that they had put on dresses too.  My dad smiled and crouched down. “Hello.  I am your grandfather.” 

Sara and Eve, who were a very sophisticated four, went over and said, “Hello, Grandpa,” and gave him a hug.

“Let’s move everyone out of this corner.”  He led us to the kitchen.  “Annie, meet your granddaughters.”

Mom, who was mixing something up on the counter, stared for a second, then crouched down and gathered five of them into a big hug.  “Ooh,” and “Hello, dear,” and other such things.

Meanwhile, my dad was giving Lisa and Tammy Sue hugs.  “I assume you are both my son’s girlfriends as well?”

They both said “yes” and introduced themselves.

“Just how many girlfriends does he have anyway?”

Lisa and Tammy Sue looked at each other.  Lisa answered, “Not counting EBs, twenty four.”

“Twenty four!!!  And what is an EB?”

“The name is a bit of an inside joke, but essentially they are girls who have pledged themselves to Tom, but are not considered full girlfriends.  For instance, Tammy Sue here, or the door guard over there.”

I quickly slipped away and dashed over to my den, which really wasn’t that far away.  I got a ring from the safe and returned.  They were still discussing EBs.

“...they work all the jobs that need to be done around the estate.”

I interrupted.  “Excuse me, but you pointed out something that I have been meaning to fix for a long time.  Tammy Sue, I have something for you.”  I held out my hand with the ring on it.

She squealed, “Really?” and bounced over.

“You have proven that you truly love the family.  I take you as one of my girls.”  I slid the ring into her finger.

After she hugged everyone, my dad asked, “So the significance of the ring is that the bearer is essentially a daughter-in-law?”

Lisa smiled.  “Pretty much, sir.  Twenty five of them now.”

“And the other women, the ones guarding and doing all the work, they are hopefuls?”

“You could say that.”

“It can’t just be the money.  How does Tom do it?”

“Um, I will let him tell you that himself.  It is an unspoken rule around here not to discuss it.”

“Any why are you so much easier to talk to?”

“Because I am almost 30, whereas most of Tom’s girls are 18-20.  There are only a few that are older like me.”

“You certainly don’t look it!”

She smiled again.  “Thank you.  But that is Tom’s doing.  Like I said, you need to discuss that with him.”

I had been standing listening to the conversation.  My mom was buried in grandkids who were finding out how cool it was to have a grandmother.  I said, “Dad, you may want to sit down.”

He raised an eyebrow, but Lisa, he, and I went into the living room and we sat down.  He noticed Theresa supervising a group of EBs who were moving in all his and my mom’s stuff.  He watched for a minute, then turned back to me, “Okay, what is going on?”

“Dad, I don’t know how to say this, but I have the ability to heal anyone, down to the DNA level.  I am sure you don’t believe me, but I can easily demonstrate that.”

“Tom, do you remember your uncle Andrew?”

Surprised at the change of subject, I said, “Vaguely, he died when I was only about seven.  I never heard what happened.”

“He could do what you just described.  And it drove him insane.  He thought he was possessed by demons and used his ability to remove his heart on a church alter.  The coroner couldn’t figure out how the heart was missing without a mark on him.”

“Oh, my, god.  Well, Dad, I don’t think I am insane.”

“No, you are a lot more stable than my brother.  He did some amazing things before he died.  Not all of them good.”  Suddenly he sat up.  “That explains the clinic!  You wanted to help people!”

“Yes.  I want to keep this a secret, and we needed a cover.  The clinic was a wonderful idea anyway.  This city needed a free clinic.”

“I know of a few people you could help.  Remember I said that Andrew was insane?  Imagine what someone with your abilities could do if they were nuts.  You can undo some of his works.”

“As soon as this mess with the mob is taken care of, you can make some phone calls and schedule clinic appointments for them.”

He snapped his fingers.  “And that is what Lisa meant by you helping her look younger.  How does that work?”

“I rejuved the body until it was physically around 19 or 20, then set the body to maintain that age indefinitely.”

“Indefinitely?  You mean immortality?”

“In a way, it is one of the small side effects of my abilities.  If you and Mom want, you can be 20 again.”

“We’ll probably take you up on that offer.  But let’s wait for your mother to recover first. Okay?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“She will play with the grandkids for a while, then go back to cooking.  About ten o’clock tonight she will recover, start thinking again, and she will get angry.  Let me deal with her then.”

“Okay, Dad.  After the kids have to go to bed, there will be a guard outside each of your doors.  Ask them for anything.  Just remember that I set up this place when I was fifteen, so it is a nudist colony.  I will ask that the guards for your condo be dressed, but if you venture outside of the area of this condo, don’t be surprised.”

He eyed the EBs, “Hmmm, maybe I should take a tour.”

Lisa and I laughed.

I got quiet.  “Dad, what did Andrew do?”

He thought for a minute.  “He snapped when he was around 17.  He started disfiguring people, experimenting on them, adding horns, creating three breasted women, vampires, half man half animal hybrids.  Things like that.  Some of them died, a lot of them committed suicide.  Several of them joined the circus since it was the only place they could go.  The manticore, two satires, and his high school girlfriend to whom he gave three eyes and three breasts, I last heard were in a travelling circus in Texas.”

“Holy crap!  He must have really snapped!  I just remember him as an intense guy who smiled a lot.  We are definitely going to have to find all these people and help them.”

Lisa commented, “Tom, you are more upset that I have ever seen you.  This really bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“I suppose it does.  This power is dangerous, very dangerous.  I can kill at a touch.  Using it to hurt people is just wrong on so many levels.  I just hope this guy is really dead.”

My father sat up straight.  “How could he not be?  He was autopsied and everything!”

“It may not have been the original Andrew.  You have meet Amanda and Mandy.”

His eyes got really big.  “Holy shit.  The very thought gives me the willies.”

“Me too.”

Without another word being said, we all got up and went out to the kitchen.

It took two days before they tried to get Melissa and Carrie.  At two thirty in the morning the alarm went off.  Not the alarm clock, but the full alarm mounted on the wall.  I don’t think they realized what they were up against.  I heard machine gun fire, and Amanda, Mandy, Betty, Tanisha, Maria, Aimee, Gia, Trish, Amy, Rose, and Hannah (who had snuck in to sleep with us) all gathered around me, scared.

Alicia had run out the door the instant the alarm went off.  She came back in and reported that several men had tried to breach the fence.

“Does anyone need my help?”

“No, Master.  We have them subdued.  No injuries on either side.”

“If they aren’t already, have the EBs in the area get dressed.  We will do so ourselves, then call the police.  Have someone to meet them and escort them back to the attempted breach.”

“Yes, Master.”

After I reassured my girls, Alicia and I got dressed and rode four-wheelers along the paved path back to the attempted breach area.  I hadn’t realized that every 500 ft or so along the fence Alicia had built guard towers.  It looked medieval, but very effective.  Apparently it was.    There were six guys locked up in a gaol in one of the towers.  We watched the surveillance footage of the attempted breach, that they were instantly detected via IR and motion sensors, and surrounded in seconds.  Alicia had the footage copied to DVD.

The cops showed up and an EB led them in their van back to us.  A detective followed in his own car.  Alicia gave a full report as the detective watched the footage with a raised eyebrow.  I hung out in the background and watched.  He rapidly scribbled notes as Alicia mentioned that we were protecting witnesses of a mob shootout.

The police left, and we never heard anything about the attackers again.  Leslie said that they made bail in about half an hour, and then all charges were dropped the next day.  We all guessed a corrupt judge or DA.  In fact, everything disappeared, including the DVD of the surveillance footage and the weapons in evidence lockup.  We checked and there was no record of the kidnapping arrest at the clinic either.  Someone was whitewashing the whole thing.

Just to be safe, I had Leslie conduct her own interview with Melissa, getting a detailed statement, having Theresa draw police sketches of all of the men that Melissa saw.  We also included copies of all the surveillance footage from the clinic and the attack at the estate, including the police who were present.  When Leslie re-filed copies of everything, she said that it had disappeared by the end of the day.  We weren’t really sure what to do.  The main investigation by the FBI disappeared as well, which didn’t bode well.

For the time being, we kept the originals and about once a week Leslie would re-file copies.  They would disappear within hours.

Just the same, Melissa and Carrie got home schooled.  Lisa got guardianship of the girls, the same judge that had helped before granting it.  Carrie joined in with the other girls her age while Melissa joined the home school.  She rapidly made friends with Taylor.  After Christmas, Melissa came to me and asked if I would allow her to join the January class of EBs.  I knew that she had caught up on her schoolwork with Taylor’s help, so I granted her request.  The January class of EBs was made up of twelve girls who had dropped out of college, four legacies, and now Melissa.

My mother had come around fast, playing with grandkids will do that to a person.  I gave them rejuvs for Christmas, both of them looked about twenty.  I also gave Aunt Josie a rejuv, she had moved in for the winter.  The three of them liked to hike the perimeter, the paved path now going all the way around the four miles.  My mom and her sister liked to bring treats to the girls working the outer guard posts and made lots of friends.  They even joined in and went nude now that they were young again.  My dad loved the eye candy, and the girls loved to show off, so he was having fun.  He retired from work and sold the old house.  Their condo stayed separate and they had guests and obscure relatives stay there in the extra bedrooms.

Chapter 31

We had our first customer.  Somehow the reputation of the clinic made it to Hollywood.  A big name actress, Natalie Starr, called and set up an appointment.  She was twenty four, but was known for her roles in teen flicks.  She had recently lost out on a role in the new blockbuster film to a real fifteen year old.  She was pretty, blonde, and had filled out nicely in recent years.

She arrived with her entourage in three large limos. Angie, Erin, and I glanced at each other and rolled our eyes.  The first and the third limo disgorged about ten people who swarmed around the second limo.  The chauffeur opened the door and out stepped Natalie, chin in the air, enjoying the attention. 

We went over to greet her. As she shook our hands, she leaned forward and said, “Please get me out of here, quick!”  We bustled her down the sidewalk and through the door, shutting everyone else outside.  Natalie gasped and relaxed a bit.  “Thank you!”  She turned and looked at the crowd outside the glass doors.  “If you can, I would like my manager to come with me, she is the woman with silver hair.”  We all could see who she was talking about, the woman was the only one not shouting and she was at least twenty years older than anyone else out there. 

Angie nodded to the EB guarding the door.  She in turn said something into her cell.  A few seconds later an EB came up behind the manager and led her away.  A minute later she was inside via another door.  Angie led the two of them to the private elevator and the five of us got on and went up to the executive suite.

Angie led them to a conference room next to the patient suite.  Zandy was waiting for us there.  After Zandy had them sign NDAs, the gray haired lady immediately got down to business.  “I understand from my niece that you do the best cosmetic surgery in the world.”

Angie asked, “Your niece?”

“Tracy Jennings, she works for you as a security guard.  Last Christmas she came home, and she was gorgeous.  She said that she had been fixed up by this clinic, but wouldn’t say anything more.”

Angie replied, “We do.  We have techniques to do literally anything.  What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Natalie here is getting too old.  She is losing jobs because she doesn’t look like a teenager any more.  I want her fixed up to look younger.”

Angie, knowing how I think, said, “That is easily doable, but let’s hear it from Natalie.  She hasn’t said anything.  Natalie, do you want this?”

Natalie looked around for a second, then looked directly at her manager and said, “No.”

The manager’s eyes flared, then she said, “Natalie, we discussed this...”

“No, you told me.  I think it is ridiculous to resort to surgery to get a job.  I am sick of the whole business.  I told you that I want to retire, but you won’t listen!”

“You don’t know what you are saying!  You are one of the top actresses in the world, you can’t just walk away.  Let me handle things, you don’t know what you are doing.”

Natalie looked furious.  “No!”  She turned to me, not Angie, and said, “Tom, I also talked with Tracy.  She is happy and content.  I would like you to please take me on as a trainee security guard like her.”

I was a little surprised.  “I have no problem with that.  But because of your fame, you need to do a video press release saying that you are retiring.”

“No problem.”

I turned to the gray haired lady who was sputtering.  “Lady, if you want this so much, why don’t you get youthened and get jobs as a teenager?”

Natalie chipped in, “Good idea.  I will even pay for it.  You can have that career that you are always complaining got cut short.”

“But, but, but, I am forty seven!”

I said, “So what of it?  Doctor Angie already told you we can do it.  Don’t tell me you are a hypocrite.”

She glared at me.  “Okay, I will do it!”

“Good!  Zandy, get the forms.”

Zandy, ever efficient, hit a button on her laptop, and then grabbed the contract from the laser printer in the corner.  She plopped a copy in front of the manager and had her sign it.  Then Erin led her into the patient suite next door.

After they left, I asked, “Natalie, are you sure you want to retire?”

“Yes I am.”

“Okay, then Zandy will have you sign a power of attorney so that we may maintain your estate while you are in training, which is four months.  Also she will arrange for you to make that press release video.  Afterwards, she will bring you to our training facility.  There is a training class starting next week, but I will arrange for you to start it early.  Any questions?”

“No.  I am really looking forward to this.  Tracy wouldn’t say what she did in training, but she said it was the best four months of her life.”

I smiled and Zandy led her out.  In the next room, the lady was already sitting on the bed with a hospital gown on.  I asked, “How old do you want to be.  Ten?  Thirteen?  Sixteen?  Nineteen?”

She looked at me, “Ten?  How is that even possible?  No, thirteen would be great.”

“Do you want to be you at thirteen, or a super hot thirteen?”

“I was ‘super hot’ at thirteen, so just ‘me’ at thirteen is fine.”

“Okay.”  I tapped her forehead and shut her off.  “Erin, could you get her to the OR and get a bio-waste bucket?  Thanks.”

I led Angie out and down to her office.  I sat her on her desk, then pulled down her pants.  I licked her until she was screaming, then slid in.  As I came deep inside her, she thrashed about, knocking everything off of her desk, then she passed out.  I called over the EB from the door, bent her over the desk, and left her passed out with a cream pie as well.

I went down to the OR.  I was tempted to do Erin as well, but I needed to get to work.  In a way, a simple rejuv is easy.  All I did was read the DNA, then push the body to match the 13 year old version of that DNA.  There was about 40 lbs of extra mass that I had to dump.  When I was done, I realized that she was right, she was really hot.  On general principles I added the breast, clitoris, and vaginal super-sensitivity with deadened pain nerves.  I also added immunities to all the drugs on my list.  Since I would probably never see her again, I didn’t add the enhanced biochemical interactions with my scent and semen.  I also didn’t do any physical enhancements, she would age and have normal physical endurance.  I set her to wake up in an hour or so, then had Erin wheel her back to the room.

Back at the estate, I made the EB changes to Natalie.  I also youthened her to about seventeen and locked in that age.  I awoke her and fucked her unconscious, then had Sarah lead her away after she revived.

That evening the spring class of EBs graduated, including Melissa.  She was happy to get a cream pie, just like the rest of the EBs.  I left her in the lineup, legs spread, pussy dripping cum, drooling and unconscious.  Alicia said that she was using the main house dorms for young EBs like Melissa and Taylor.

Chapter 32

A few days later, I was watching some TV and relaxing after a hard test in school, when my dad sat down next to me.  “Tom, remember I told you about Andrew?”

I muted the TV.  “How could I forget?”

“Well, I have four of his victims meeting us at the clinic on Friday.  They are not happy campers, so some fast talking may be necessary.”

“I don’t blame them at all for being unhappy.” 

That Friday, we met with my uncle Andrew’s victims in the conference room at the clinic.  There were two of them that wouldn’t even remove their cloaks, the three breasted, three eyed woman that my father had mentioned, and one man who was heavily scarred from corrective surgeries.

My dad went among them shaking hands and giving the woman a hug.  He apparently knew them quite well.  I just sat off to the side and let him do his thing.  He got everyone seated.  He started directly with business.  “I found a way of repairing what Andrew did to you.”

I could feel the eyes burning into my dad.  The woman said, “Bob, it has been fifteen years.  Are you sure?”

“Yes, Farrah, I am.”

One of the people in the cloak said, “I can’t live like this any longer.  I sure hope you are right.  I have been considering Rick’s option for some time now.”

My dad said, “What Andrew did to you was wrong.  I am happy to say that you can be returned to just the way you were when this happened to you.  My son here has the same gifts as Andrew, but without his problems.”

I saw sudden fear in the eyes of the two of them that I could see the eyes of.  I quickly reassured them, “Don’t worry, I am as horrified at what he did as you are.  I started this clinic just so I could help people.  When I heard what he had done, I asked my father to contact you so we could help you.” 

That abated things a bit, but they were still scared.

“If it makes you feel better, I can get a real Doctor to monitor everything.”

That did the trick, the look of hope was back.

The guy with all the scars said, “Why don’t you do me first, then we can see if it works.”

“Okay then, why don’t you all come next door and we will fix you up.  I assume that you want the others there?”

“Hell yes.  I don’t want to be alone with you at any time... no offense.”

“Don’t blame you.  Should I call up a doctor like I said?”

He thought for a second.  “No, as long as my friends are there, I am okay.”

“Next question, do you want to be awake or asleep?”

“Awake!”

“Okay, and the final question, do you want to be twenty again, or your current age?”

“You can do that?  Oh, of course you can.  Yes, twenty please.”

“Then please disrobe and lay down on the bed.”

After he undressed and laid back on the bed, I was amazed at all the scarring.  He also didn’t have a penis.  What a mess.  I went over and put my hand on his shoulder, reading what had been done to him.  Ugh.  He had been transformed into an Imp.  He had reddish skin, tattooed to be normal above the neck, horns and pointed ears, no sexual organs except for a small artificial one providing the male testosterone.  His teeth had been filed down, it appeared that Andrew had done something to them, I guessed that he had made them pointed.  Internally he had adjusted the normal body temperature to be about 120 degrees.  There were arched eyebrows and cat eyes as well.

I started at the feet and worked my way up.  Andrew was sloppy, he hadn’t pushed the changes into the DNA, so I was easily able to read what he should look like.  As I moved up the normal legs reappeared.  I rebuilt the penis, making it a nice ten incher.  I moved up across the chest and arms, rejuving them to about twenty.

The head was different.  It was so heavily scarred that I just rebuilt everything from scratch, forcing the flesh to match the DNA.  A minute later I was done. 

He sat up.  “Shit!  I feel wonderful!”  He ran to the mirror on the back of the door.  “I look wonderful!  And I have a dick again!”  He ran over to me and gave me a big bear hug.  He broke down sobbing on my shoulder.  Then he ran to my dad, giving him a big hug.  “Thank you, Bob, for not forgetting us.”  Then he looked up and said, “As soon as Farrah, Ronald, and April are done, I am going to go find the nearest bar, find a girl, and make love for three days!”

We all laughed at that.  I guessed the cloaked man was Ronald, and that April was the one who hadn’t said a word so far.

As He pulled on a hospital gown, Farrah commented, “You know, Tom, you do it differently from Andrew.”

A bit surprised, I asked, “How?”

“He could only make small changes.  What you just did with Henry in fifteen minutes would have taken him about two days of constant work.  He strapped us to a table, then slowly changed us.  Often muttering to himself as he did it.  It was sheer terror the whole time.”

“Good, then if I ever meet the guy I will have the advantage.”

“Meet the guy...!  You mean he is still alive?”

“I don’t know.  It is just that I am not sure that was the real Andrew who died.  It would be too easy to make a clone.”

“OMG.  That is a terrifying thought.”

My dad chipped in, “Yes it is.  I have been having nightmares since I first told Tom about Andrew last Thanksgiving and he thought of that.  I sure hope he is wrong.  But I have seen Tom here clone a few people, so I know it is possible.”

I added, “Just to make it worse, all he would have had to do is copy the fingerprints and face, fifteen years ago no one would have thought to check DNA, which is standard now.  I just wish he hadn’t been cremated, I already checked.”

Everyone shuddered at the horrible thought.

I said, “But that is for the future.  Let’s finish this.  The more we undo his horrible work, the better the world is.”

Ronald said, “I will go next.”  He pulled off his cloak.  He was a full satyr.  Straight out of Greek myth.

I checked out the goat legs.  They were smaller than legs.  “We will need some extra mass to fix those legs.  I can get a little from Farrah’s third breast, but we need about fifteen pounds more.  April, could I see if you have anything that will help?”

She hesitated for a minute, and then removed her cloak.  She was a lizard.  Scales, long tail, and all.  I saw the tail, “Perfect.  April, what if we do both of you at once.  I will use that tail to rebuild Ronald’s legs.”  She nodded.  “First, April, is there a reason you cannot talk?”  She nodded again and stuck out her tongue, three feet long and forked.  “Let’s fix that first, okay?”  She nodded for a third time.

I went over and felt her throat.  She still had her vocal cords, but the tongue was preventing her from speaking.  I restored her normal mouth, taking the three foot tongue and adding it quickly as fat on one of Ronald’s legs.

“Shit!  Goddamned motherfucking shit!” were her first words.  “Thank you, Tom.  I have been wanting to curse that uncle of yours for fifteen years.”

I grinned, “Now I know what to say if I am ever mute for fifteen years.  You are entirely welcome.”

She cracked up laughing.  “Y-you know t-that this i-is the f-first time I-I have l-laughed in t-those f-fifteen years.”

I gave her another grin and turned back to Ronald.  “Ronald, let’s get rid of everything else before dealing with the legs, okay?”  He nodded and I went to work, fixing the pointed ears and horns, the weird hair layout on the head I pushed to match his DNA.

I laid the still giggling April down next to Ronald, and then detached the tail.  She said, “Wow, that feels weird.”  I used the biomass to add it all as fat on the satyr’s legs as temporary storage.  Then I took the middle breast from Farrah and added it to the store.  Figuring that I had enough, I rebuilt his legs and cock, making it also a nice ten incher, not the tiny goat’s cock it was.  It took a lot of effort, but I was able to use the hair as well for biomass.  I had just enough to finish rebuilding his legs. 

While he delightfully walked around the room, I turned back to April and began restoring her to her DNA configuration.  I couldn’t help but notice as I moved up the legs that she had very nice ones.  I commented to Farrah, “You know, he really picked beautiful girls as his victims.”

“April and I were both cheerleaders.  For some reason he hated us.  Probably because he felt we were untouchable.  One day after practice, I was walking down the hallway, the next thing I remember was waking up, unable to move anything below the neck, laying on a table in a basement.”

I asked Henry, “Why did he pick you?”

He winced.  “I was his best friend and tried to stop him.  Ronald was captain of the Football team, and when Andrew grabbed him, I saw it happen.  I am so sorry Ron, I tried to stop him.”

“Henry, I have never blamed you for anything.  You tried to help, which was more than anyone else did.”

Something about the way he said that made me look up from the cute bellybutton I had just restored.  “Anyone else?”

All the others turned and looked at Ronald.  Farrah repeated, “Anyone else?  Who else, Ronald?”

“The computer geek who was laying out pictures on the computer, and the Igor type he had doing all his lifting for him.  Didn’t any of you see them?”

“No,” they all chorused.

Henry said, “The computer guy must be Donald Capshaw, a guy we used to hang out with.  I have no idea who the big Igor dude was.”

My dad commented, “I think we need to have a talk with Donald Capshaw.”  We all nodded.  He muttered, “I am just glad that I didn’t confront him when he was alive!”

I finished up with April.  She was gorgeous.  My dad exclaimed, “I remember you now!  You were the head cheerleader!”

I waved over Farrah.  Her changes were minor.  The third eye wasn’t even real.  It was slaved to her left eye and had no connections otherwise.  I just removed it.  Then I went and gave her a rejuv.  She was damn hot as well.  I felt a twinge of disappointment as she put on her gown.

Chapter 33

We all went down to the TJs in the mall, Robert borrowing a pair of my pants and April borrowing an outfit from an EB.  April hadn’t been able to eat anything bite by bite or go out in public in fifteen years and she was almost slap-happy.  We sat and enjoyed the tacos until all the plates were clean.  Then my dad said, “We need to figure out if Andrew is really dead.”

Everyone was immediately deadly serious.  Farrah commented, “I bet Donald would know.  We need to find him.”

I hauled out my phone and googled ‘Donald Capshaw’.  He lived less than a mile away.  “He lives near here.  Shall we go?”  They all nodded in assent and we headed back to the clinic.  I told the EB guard following us that we needed a SUV and a few guards.

By the time we reached the back door of the clinic, two SUVs were waiting, one for us and one full of armed EBs.

We drove over to the address from google.  It was a small house.  As the EBs surrounded the place we went up to the door and knocked.  A small man answered the door.  He looked about twenty.  Ronald reached out and lifted the man in the air.  “This is the bastard that was helping Andrew.”

If he was, then Andrew was still alive.  Andrew didn’t have the skill to lock in an age, that required exacting DNA and pituitary work.  Donald was still eighteen which meant that he had had a recent rejuv.  I said, “Shit.  If this is Donald, then Andrew is still alive.  The rejuv is too new.”

Everyone’s eyes got big.  Ronald half dragged, half carried the whining Donald into the living room.  Donald’s eyes got big and he suddenly exclaimed, “Ronald, how did you get your legs back?”

Ronald grinned evilly down at Donald.  “That is not for you to know, little man.  Tell us where Andrew is.  Now.”

He squirmed.  “I can’t.”

Henry said, “I just spent fifteen years without a dick.  Do you want to try?”  He grinned evilly like Ronald and pulled out a big knife.

Donald shrieked.  “I can’t!  He said he would turn me into a lizard if I told anyone!”

April stepped forward, “You mean like me?”

“April!” he gasped and started sobbing.  No one really cared.

Henry leaned over with the knife and said, “Where is he?”

“Fernlawn and 12th!  Fernlawn and 12th!” he sobbed.

Robert asked, “What does he have for security?”

“Just a bunch of muties like you!  They work for the hope of being changed back someday.”

I said, “That is all I need to know.”  I reached out and put him to sleep.  Then I made him mute for the next few weeks and also give him a two week cortical suppression.  There was no way he would be able to contact Andrew when he woke up in a few hours.

I turned to the ‘muties’.  “I see three things we can do.  One, we can call the police and turn him in for illegal medical experiments.  That stuff has been illegal since the Nazis in WWII.  The problem with that is all the poor souls he has changed will come to light.”

“Two, we could wait and grab him when he comes out.  That may be a while.”

“Three, we could get some of my security and do an all out assault.  We could offer any of his guards a biosculpt back to normal.  That should get most of them out of the way.”

Farrah and Robert said, “I vote number three.”

Henry just stroked his knife.

Alice said, “Number three.  We can’t wait for him to hurt anyone else.”

My dad said, “I agree with Alice.  He is my brother, we have to stop him, now.”

I turned to the EB waiting by the door.  “Dee, what do you think?”

A little surprised to be asked, she thought for a second.  “I agree with Alice and your dad, my lord.  We also have been discussing it since last Thanksgiving and it scares and horrifies me and all my sisters that someone with your abilities is out there without a conscience.  I can speak for all of my sisters in saying that we need to take him out ASAP.”

I was a little surprised at her long response.  “Dee, contact Ester and fill her in.  We cannot wait any longer.  Have her meet us a block from Andrew’s place at 11th and Fernlawn with the troops.  Make sure they understand that Andrew’s guards are victims too.”

“Yes, my lord.”  It was funny how, off the estate, the EBs used ‘my lord’ instead of ‘Master’.  Must have been part of their training.  Dee had her phone out and was speaking rapidly into it.  She finished the call and said, “My lord, she says that she will be there in force one hour from now.  She adds that it will be nice to take this bastard out.”

“Good.  The rest of us can go scout the place.  Unless Andrew is checking personally, there is no reason for his guards to suspect any of us.  Although we shouldn’t underestimate him, he has had fifteen years to get more experienced.”

We all piled back into the SUVs (still black, I really needed to talk to Ester about subtlety) and headed into the city.  We parked a block away and looked over the building.  It was obvious which building it was, there was a huge house that took up half the block.  Several EBs wandered past the place, checking out the security.  Ester arrived with three SUVs and a bus (bus?!?) full of EBs in full combat gear.  She also had a full set of body armor for the six of us.

I had a thought.  I quickly called Frank Tayman.  “Frank.  I don’t know what you normally do to tell the cops that you are doing an operation in an area, but we are doing an emergency raid on a building downtown.”

“I just talked to Ester and she filled me in.  I will try to keep the police out of the area, but I won’t be able to do it for long.  Is there any way you can add a few members of the local swat team for political reasons?  It would also legitimatize things a bit.”

“Hmmm, you are right.  Can Ester take care of that, or do we need to go through you?  I would hate to get you in trouble.”

“Ester should still have the contacts for that.”

“Okay, thanks.  I will fill you in later.”

“Be careful.”

I turned to Ester.  “Ester, we need to allow the local cops in on this.  Please call your contacts and tell them that we are a specially trained civilian force taking down someone who has been experimenting on people.  I will call a judge and get a gag order to prevent them from talking.  I assume that they will want to send in a SWAT team.  Make sure that they know that most of the guards are victims.”

She nodded and immediately began dialing her cell.  I called Zandy and had her contact the judge from the child cases.  She told him the cover story (which wasn’t far from the truth) and had the court gag order to us before the SWAT team arrived.

I apologized to the four former victims, but I said, “We are going to have to go for a combination of number one and number three.  If we don’t use the local police, they will most likely stop us and we will all land in jail.  I have obtained a gag order so none of the cops will be able to discuss this with anyone, at least not legally.”

Robert said, “I can live with that, just so he is stopped.”  Then he looked quickly down the street.  “Maybe option two will work.”

We all quickly turned and saw a limo pulling out of the gates.  I ran over to Ester and the head SWAT guy.  “Ester, it looks like Andrew is coming to us.”  I pointed at the limo.  She glanced at it, then at the SWAT guy and said, “Vance, do you want to take care of this?”

Vance grinned nastily.  “With what you say he has been doing, gladly.”  He turned and started shouting orders.  Thirty seconds later, the limo was surrounded by a full SWAT team.  The man in back was hauled out and handcuffed.  Henry stared at him so hard he was shaking with white knuckles.

I went up to the man from the car.  One touch on his shoulder told me it wasn’t Andrew.  Quickly looking around, I went over to the driver and brushed his harm, now THAT was Andrew.  His DNA was similar to my father’s, although the face didn’t match the DNA.  Before he could do anything else, I reached in and removed his power completely.  He still hadn’t realized that I had made him.  He was chatting with the police officer next to him, thanking the officer for rescuing him.  I was behind him, so I gestured to Ester, my dad, and the four ‘muties’, indicating the driver.  They all walked over.  The driver looked up as my dad said, “Hello, Andrew.  Long time no see.”

He looked around and saw that he was surrounded.  He looked at my dad and said, “Hello, Bob, yes it has been a while.”

“You know Andrew, I have wondered for fifteen years... Why?”

He blinked, and then laughed, “Because I can, because I can.”  He glanced over at Alice and Farrah, “I guess you can too.”

By then, the cop next to Andrew had figured out that the driver was important too.  He pulled out his cuffs and put them on Andrew.  Suddenly Andrew yelled and said, “What did you do to me?  I can’t mutate!”

My dad smiled as Ester and Vance both realized something was going on and came over.  He said, “Vance, this is my brother Andrew Malloy.  The other man is another of his victims.”

Vance took Andrew’s arm and led him away, gibbering.  I looked around and said, “Now we have to help those at the house, since we already have Andrew, I hope they will be smart enough to just give up.”

It turned out that they were.  Since the judge was a district judge, he ordered all the records sealed for the protection of the victims.  With the overwhelming evidence, Andrew pleaded guilty to multiple counts of kidnapping, assault, murder, terroristic threats, rape, false imprisonment, and human experimentation without subject’s consent.  He got life imprisonment without parole since there wasn’t a death penalty in our state.  He was sent to SuperMax.

I spent the next two weeks repairing his victims.  One, at her request, I left changed, but made the changes deeper so there wouldn’t be any rejection.  She had been made over into a Marylyn Monroe clone.  Considering that Andrew had only old pictures to go by, it was an amazing bit of work.

Alice joined the EBs, stating that she liked the idea of the sisterhood.  Farrah, Robert, and Henry took off with their new lives.  My dad said that he slept well for the first time in a long time.

Chapter 34

Back in the normal world Lisa, Mandy, Tammy Sue, Flower, Zandy and Holly Johnson all went into labor simultaneously.  I had thought it was me, but Holly was having her fireman’s baby, so it must have something to do with the physical upgrades they all had.  The coincidence was too great.  Holly had been visiting quite a bit, and maybe there were hormonal exchanges?  Hard to tell.

Anyway, within minutes of each other, I had five more daughters, and a god-son.  All perfect.  My parents, who were also there, were happy at the five more grandkids.  I went through and reset all the mothers to pre-natal physical states.  They were up and running around in no time.  Angie just rolled her eyes and went to ‘help those patients that need my help’.  Erin was holding Flower’s baby when she looked up at me and said, “I want one of these.” 

I smiled, gave her a kiss, squeezing her ass as I removed the birth control tubes, and whispered in her ear, “Come see me after work.”  She shuddered in ecstasy, and nodded.

My dad had taken over the accounting at both the clinic and the estate, working closely with Amanda and Mandy.  He came to me with a problem, the estate was down to only about $40 million and the clinic was down to $20 million.  I mentioned the $50 million I had stashed in Leslie’s name for safety, but that still only left $90 million for the estate.  At our current rate of $15-20 million a year in expenses, that was only another four years.  Five years for the clinic.

We needed an income.

There had been only one client so far, we needed more.  We couldn’t use Natalie’s old manager as a reference, she had gone into porn.  Since she was able to prove she was forty seven, she could fuck any guy and still look like she was thirteen.  She was a millionaire already and it had only been two months.  Too bad we couldn’t do that.  I wouldn’t subject the EBs to that.

We needed to advertise, but still keep it on the down low.  Or maybe advertise something different.  What about physical upgrades for law enforcement?  Or the feds?  What about selling immortality to some billionaire?  The first two were morally good, the last I was ambivalent about. 

All my girls, my parents, and my aunt were technically now immortal.  I had checked, and all my children had also inherited the trait and would stop aging at about twenty.  Holly’s son had half inherited it and would live several hundred years, staying young for most of them.  I had done a lot of thinking before doing that.  While I didn’t want any of them growing old or dying, I knew that there would be issues a couple of hundred years from now.

Thinking about it, I would do it for a lot of money.  I could, after all, just shoot him between the eyes if he caused problems a few hundred years from now.

I told Amanda and Mandy to pass out the message on the rich people network, maybe start a rumor at Chautauqua, Beverly Hills, or New York’s Madison Park West, of Immortality and Eternal Youth, a bargain at only $1 billion.

We had three responses within a week.  One guy wanted us to do him and his son.  Both of them were snots, but for $2 billion, I put up with it.  I rejuved and enhanced both of them, locking their ages at twenty.  I figured the son would kill his father within the first fifty to a hundred years.

Another old lady with too much money wanted to be eternally young and beautiful.  Eternally young was easy, I choose an EB that looked a lot like her and remodeled the lady to match.  I locked her at eighteen.

An old Texas oil billionaire wanted to just be young again.  He didn’t want immortality.  “Too much of a burden, y’all think?”  I charged him $100 million and rejuved him to eighteen.

My father was shaken at the sudden addition of $3.1 billion to the coffers.  He was even more shaken as I added another $7.4 billion over the next month.  We decided that finances weren’t much of an issue any more.

I had taken to going every few days and listening to my EB’s prayers.  Now that we emphasized keeping contact with original families (unless they were abusive), I got a lot of requests.  A cute redheaded EB prayed, “Please, oh Master, help my Parents.  They are about to lose their home.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  A drop dead gorgeous auburn haired girl with beautiful puffies prayed, “Master, please see that I want a baby and grant me one.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  Natalie came in and prayed, “Master, please take me as your personal slave, I want to be your property always and forever.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  I was surprised when Alicia herself came in, “Please, Master, let me be the best leader possible for you.  Give me the strength to properly lead your EBs.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”

I met Alicia outside the chapel.  She saw me and gave a startled, “Oh!” then bowed her head.  “Alicia.  You are a wonderful leader.  I could not be prouder that I am of you.” 

She started sobbing in happiness.  “Oh, thank you, Master.”

I handed her my list.  “Please see that the mortgage for Candi’s parents gets paid off.  Transfer Harriet to work with Tammy Sue, and when Natalie graduates next week, I would like you to train her for your old position as my personal assistant.  I am so proud of how you have taken charge of all the EBs.”

“Yes, Master.  I will miss working directly under you, literally.”

I grinned, “You are in charge, you know.  There is nothing preventing you from taking a shift now and then.  I would enjoy that too.”

“Oh, Yes, Master.  So will I.”  She smiled at the thought.

“And take some time and listen in at the chapel when I am too busy.  Make a list of your EB’s problems.  If it is something simple like needing a transfer or wanting a nicer pillow, take care of it, if it is a bigger problem, bring it to me.  I want all my girls to be happy.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And tell them that their Master heard their prayers and answered them.  That will make them more open to expressing their problems so we can keep them happy.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now come here, you beautiful creature and sit on the edge of this table.”  I slid home in her sweet pussy and soon filled her with baby butter.  She moaned, shrieked and passed out with a big smile on her face.  I still remembered when this fantastic woman was a naïve kid my sister recruited.

I called over an EB that was coming out of the Masterbatorium and had her lick me clean.  She passed out in ecstasy, leaning against the wall next to Alicia, drooling.  I enjoyed the sight for a minute, then moved on.

I planned with Alicia an addition to the property.  Next to the left side of the property was a farmer.  We bought him out for twice the property value, then fenced in the 150 acre property to add it on to ours.  Now the estate had about 190 acres of land.  The back half we left as crops, the front part we reconverted back into forest and meadows.  We built a small very private college there for the EBs.  Again we had tunnels between all the buildings, including one all the way back to the main building on the original estate. 

We added a small town on the farm side of the school with stores, dress shops (for when they left the estate and just for fun), and other female things.  There was no such thing as money, if someone liked something in a shop, they just wrote it in a register and took it.  Since the EBs didn’t have Imelda Marco’s closet, they lived communally, they tended not to collect much and they shared what they got.  The ringed EBs like Alicia, Ester, Sarah, and Tammy Sue got rooms to themselves, but even they only wanted small ones.

My mother loved the new “town”.  She spent most of her days there.  She opened a custom lingerie shop that was very popular.  The children spent most of their days running around the town; it had become the social center of the estate. 

There were three Masturbatoriums and four chapels that were always packed.  One EB who had come from a circus family, brought in a Ferris Wheel and a Merry-Go-Round that were being retired, fixed them up, and they became very popular.

The EBs with educations taught informal classes in Literature, Criminal Justice, Math, Basic Physics, Auto Mechanics, Accounting and many other subjects.  My EBs were not sitting idle.  Alicia dropped out of the local community college and started attending lectures from Ester.  She said that they were much better than the school’s classes.

Natalie took to being my personal valet like a duck to water.  She loved it.  She loved just being near me.  Often I would see her moan and pussy juice drip down her leg as she orgasmed from just being in my presence.  I listened to her prayers, “Thank you, Master for the perfect life, health, and happiness.  You have given me everything I want.  Help me continue to be of service to you and please you.  Let me bask in your glory, Amen.”  She loved to sit at my feet, rest her head on my leg, and have her hair stroked.  I would idly do that while I worked on various things and she would moan and have an orgasm every once in a while.  I liked stoking her beautiful hair, and she loved having it stroked.  It was the perfect match.

Sara and Eve, who were both a very precocious six, attended the day care and school run by several of the EBs.  There was one other grade school child in the school as well, Carrie, the lost child who was now seven. 

It had been decided that all children would attend school here until high school, which they would attend outside of the estate.  Right now we had two girls in the local high school, Hannah and Melissa.  Lisa was still teaching.  Apparently the legacy lived on.  Hannah and Melissa both were tremendously popular and had big followings.  They threw an old style party at the mansion every two or three months.  I enjoyed the parties, but I was careful because the girls were jailbait now.  Lots of eye candy though.  I did hug every one of them and do the anti-drug changes, super-sensitive breasts and pussy, and the enhanced perception of my scent.  We also rescued four girls from bad homes, our friendly judge awarding us guardianship.  Three of the dads went to jail, and two of the moms.  The girls took EB training and were tremendously happy.  Their enthusiasm kept the EB classes full with girls who had nowhere to go after high school.  I think the local military recruiters were a bit upset, we took all the girls they normally would.

We were also getting a steady stream of girls from the poor neighborhood around the clinic.  We didn’t fuss at appearance, any girl who wasn’t up to snuff got a biosculpt, either fixing an obvious defect or a complete makeover cloning.  There were ten to fifteen copies of some EBs running around.

As the population grew, there were a much larger group of girls who went to work for Tammy Sue.  By the end of that year, there were sixteen babies born simultaneously.  Twenty two more born simultaneously a month later.  From that point on, there was an average of eleven girls born every month.

Chapter 35

All the children were born with enhanced systems, immortality, and the bio-attraction to me.  Naturally they all loved cuddling with me.  Because they had all been raised in our ultra-religious community, they prayed a lot.  When Sara and Eve were both eight, they started going to the Masturbatoriums.  A year later when Dalila and Cierra were eight, they also started going.

I was caught by surprise one morning.  I usually slept with five or six girls.  In the morning it wasn’t unusual to make love to one or more of them.  I awoke to a girl sliding down on my morning wood.  Nothing unusual there except that she was really tight.  Suddenly I heard, “Ooh, Daddy Master, this is so wonderful.  I love you.”

I popped my eyes open and glanced down where Sara was riding me with a look of utter delight and ecstasy on her face.  Under the circumstances I noticed that she was pretty well developed for a ten year old, puffy nipples on swelled breasts, a slightly narrowed waist, and an ass and legs that most women would kill for.

I realized that just shoving her off would cause quite a bit of psychological trauma.  Then I glanced around.  All my girls that I normally slept with were watching, and Mandy was even making encouraging gestures.  So I sighed and went with it.  A few minutes later and about six orgasms on Sara’s part, I shot my load deep into her.  Her eyes bulged and she shrieked, froze, then collapsed unconscious, her pussy still milking my cock.  Amanda gently moved her to the side, and Eve moved into position and slid down my hard cock.  Five orgasms later she also shrieked, froze and collapsed.  She murmured, “Thank you, Daddy Master.”  Then she passed out.

Flower commented, “Sara and Eve have come of age.  We need to throw them a party to celebrate!”

Betty sniffled, “I can’t believe my baby is old enough for Master.  I am so happy!”

Tanisha said, “And my Dalila will be of age soon too!  Isn’t it wonderful!”

Erin smiled, “My Carmen still has six years to go, and Katie eight, but I am already looking forward to it.”

I still felt a little guilty, but if they all were happy, I could live with it.  I waved over Natalie, my personal EB, and she eagerly cleaned me up.  I had to go take a morning piss, and she followed like a puppy.  I pissed, and she eagerly licked me clean again while I stroked her beautiful hair.

Back in the bedroom, Sara and Eve were coming around.  They both ran to me and gave me big hugs.  “Thank you, Daddy Master, I love you,” they chimed in chorus.

Looking down at their adoring faces, I said, “Anything for my girls.”

Chapter 36

We were doing well with the clinic, but I could be doing so much more.  I felt a little guilty sitting on my estate with my harem and just occasionally helping out at the clinic.  If there was some way I could just spend a day in a couple of children’s hospitals without getting caught; that would be ideal and make me feel a million times better.  I was doing my best to remain cheerful for the girls, but I was getting slightly depressed.

My older girls understood. Amanda, Mandy, and Theresa had been searching for a solution for a while now. 

I had just finished jogging around the fence, getting a little sweaty for the girls.  They needed some more items for the Masturbatoriums and so a pair of EBs with surgical facemasks were carefully vacuum sealing the towels I was wiping myself off with.  They had tried doing it without the masks, but any of my girls who tried it without the mask got so distracted that they couldn’t finish the job.

Amanda slipped into the shower with me as I was cleaning up after toweling off.  It was her “off” time, her twin was the one currently five months pregnant, so she was damn hot.  I pulled her to me for a big kiss while I slid my hands down her wet glistening back and squeezed her perfect ass.  She shuddered, hugged me tightly and murmured into my chest, “Oh, Master, I love you so much.”

I lifted her up and lowered her onto my hard cock, sliding slowly into her velvet depths as her perfect legs wrapped around me.  So as not to lose my footing on the slippery floor, I leaned her back up against the wall.  She let out a short, “Ungh!” as I slid in deeper.  We slowly stroked together and she continued shuddering in ecstasy with every stroke.  I dumped my load deep into her as she started screaming and writhing about in a massive orgasm.  I left her unconscious body sitting on the shower stool and got out of the shower.  Natalie was there to immediately dry me off with a big fluffy warm towel.

As Natalie was finishing up, I heard a, “Oh!” from the shower and out rushed Amanda.  She grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying herself off.  “Master, the girls and I were talking, and we think that you need to get out and about.  We know that you want to help others, and we think that you need to take the RV and drive somewhere, helping people along the way.”

“The girls and you, eh?”

“Well, all your ringed girls anyway.  We are concerned that you are moping about too much.”

I thought about it for a minute.  They were right.  I needed to do something to escape the blues.  “All right, you have a deal.  What about you and your sister?  She really shouldn’t be travelling much in her condition.”

“We already talked, and we both will stay here to manage things.  We aren’t happy about that, but we feel it is necessary.  We all felt that you should take Theresa, Lisa, Leslie, and Erin, since Angie is also three months along.  Then pick two more.”

“You have this all planned, don’t you?”

“We are very worried, Master.  Ester is prepping the RV right now.”

I laughed.  “All right, all right.  I will leave tomorrow morning.  I will also have to remove your, your sister, and Alicia’s addiction to me temporarily.”

“Oh, we forgot about that!  Is there any way to lower it so that we will be okay for a month, but leave it in place?”

“Not easily, but let me think...”  I couldn’t do it the normal way, but if I made it so there was some sort of neural chemical that needed replenishing about once a month...  yes, that would work.  I reached out and stroked her face, making the changes.  Now she would need to fuck me or give me a blow job once a month or she would go into complete mental shutdown and die.  “Done.”

I found her sister outside the bathroom and gave her the same stroke of the cheek and a kiss.  Alicia was in her office, I stroked her face, making the addiction changes as well.  I told her to have a raffle with the EBs, and the winning two would get to go with me in the RV.

I continued on, doing my rounds, visiting several of the stores and training areas.  I left four more deliriously happy girls, two ring girls and two EBs.  Driving over to the clinic, there were no special cases, as I had long ago cured most of the cases in the area, but I told Erin that she was going with me tomorrow.  She was bouncing up and down with glee.  I was tempted, but left it since I would be travelling with her and would have plenty of time.  I left her with a nice hug and kiss.

I went up and visited Zandy who had just given birth to her second daughter a few weeks before.  She was still deliriously happy over that.  So were her parents who were there daily to visit their new granddaughter, Evelyn and her older sister, Jocelyn.  I shook Frank’s hand, then went into the office to talk to Zandy.

I pulled her into a hug, then asked, “Do you know about this trip that was planned for me?”

She hugged me tight.  “Yes.  I am happy you are going.  You need to go.  I am going to miss you, though.  I love you so much.”

I gave her another hug back then kissed her.  “Thank you for helping plan this trip.”  I squeezed her perfect ass then left.

Back at the estate I went over and checked out the RV.  Ester and her team were hard at work checking over everything, updating the databases, refueling, the works.  I came up behind Ester and gave her a big hug.  Since we were both in the buff, my cock rubbed against her perfect ass as she sighed and leaned back against me, her beautiful nips thrusting into the air.  I couldn’t resist and tweaked them as she moaned.  I leaned her forward against the side of the RV and slid home in her dripping pussy.  We slowly rocked together, she orgasming several times, until I left my final load deep inside her as she shrieked and collapsed quivering.

I looked around as she recovered.  There was a second RV, but when I checked it out, it was more like the EM-50 from Stripes.  It had a full CIC with radar and satellite communications hookups, and had a ramp in the back to let out one of the ubiquitous black SUVs or one of two armed combat cycles.  There were bunks built in similar to barracks.  The whole thing was disguised to look like a normal RV.  Ester always surprised me with her paranoia, but she had saved too many lives with that attitude for me to complain.

The next morning, we loaded up the main RV.  The two EBs who won the lottery were a new recruit named Lori that had just finished her EB training, and Mary, Donna’s sister.  Both of them were wide eyed and quivering with excitement.  With them was Natalie, of course.  Of my ring girls, the ones Amanda mentioned, Theresa, Lisa, Leslie, and Erin, were all going.  It was the end of June, so Lisa could go.  Leslie still had almost six months of vacation time coming to her, so she easily took the time.  Erin worked for me, so I magnanimously gave her the time off, and Theresa worked around the estate, managing things like Amanda and Mandy, so she just took the time off.

In the chase RV, Ester had a team of EBs, two mechanics and seven security types.  Ester didn’t go herself, she told me that she was needed managing things at home.

As we pulled out, there were around fifty women there to see us off, waving.

Chapter 37

We drove west, deliberately with no destination in mind.  I commented to Erin, “I hope this vacation works better than the last one!” 

She grinned back.  “Me too!”

Just to get someplace, we took turns driving all day and night, ending up in Denver at an RV park just south the freeway.  The place was a bit run down, but seemed to be managed well.  The girls pulled in their RV two down from mine, leaving an area in between.  We arranged to pay for all three spots.  We got to test the extender on my RV that expanded out the living room to twice its mobile size.  That was pretty neat.

We just relaxed and learned the area for a few days.  It turned out we were only about a mile north of all the Denver medical centers.

Ester had worked hard on an alias for Erin and me.  We were Dr. Erin Graham, MD and her husband Dr. Thomas Graham, MD, Pediatric Oncologists.  She had built up impressive résumés for us online as top theoretical researchers for anyone who checked up on us.  There was one legit entry at the top of the list, the Thrupp Clinic.  Angie knew all about it and would cover for us.  There were even full sets of driver’s licenses, credit cards and pictures to go with the identities.  The driver’s licenses were fake, but the credit cards were real, issued by the Malloy bank on the estate.  Angie had even written a few papers with the fake names on them that we bookmarked as published articles.  One of the EBs was a genius hacker and had added the names to the state medical license database.  She had also added the driver’s licenses to the state DMV database.

The last article, carefully written by Angie, Erin and myself, described a radical new treatment that used a limited supply of a proprietary material (we deliberately left it unsaid) that was 100% effective on lab animals, and had full success rates on the two human trials so far.  (We had full before and after X-rays and MRIs.)  We had a whole protocol where there is an injection, then a specific body massage to get it to all tissues, then the vaccine would kill off foreign material and revitalize the tissue within minutes.  It appeared to take care of both cancers and damaged organs.  An “addendum” to the paper stated that we weren’t moving to human trials because of the limited source material would run out before any trials were completed, and there was no other source.  The project had been cancelled, and the development grants rescinded, in spite of the astounding success.  (This was designed to allow us to use our “test” vaccine, saying it was one of the few left available.)

Theresa called the clinic as our receptionist and said that we were in the area, and asked if they would be interested in a consult visit.  The clinic called back and enthusiastically accepted the offer only two hours later.  Over the phone Ester said the web servers had been hit hard over those two hours.

The next morning, Erin and I drove over to the clinic in the SUV.  The security types had taken both motorcycles and one had travelled with us and the other went ahead.  They didn’t say anything, of course, but they were upset that I took the SUV.

As we entered the front door, we were instantly surrounded by guys in white coats.  In the middle was an older man in a $2000 suit.  He came forward, “Hello, Doctors, I am Dr. White, administrator of this facility.  I would like to welcome you.”  He gestured at all the white coats, “As you can see, there is great interest in your research.”

We each shook his hand.  I said, “Wow, we were expecting to meet someone, but this is a bit overwhelming.”

“When we heard you were coming, we did some research and found your paper on the experimental vaccine.  I am afraid it got circulated fast.  Quite frankly, we are all excited.  It has to be the biggest leap in oncology research in the last 30 years.  I can’t believe they shut you down.”

I gave him a pained look, “Politicians and Lawyers.”  I looked at the seven white coats standing there.  “Tell you what, why don’t we get a cup of coffee and I will talk about it there.”

He nodded and said, “This way,” and led us down the hallway.  Erin and I shook hands and greeted all the doctors.  Three had to take off right away, but the other four plus the administrator joined us in the café.

I had my prepared story, but I hadn’t expected to tell it to so many.  Oh well.  When the administrator guy raised an eyebrow, I started.  “The local senator had been upset from day one for several reasons.  One, his largest campaign contributor was Rolling Pharmaceuticals.”  They all nodded.  Rolling made most of the world’s cancer drugs.  “And two, he was worried about the limited applicability, afraid it would create riots.  He made us keep all the research under lock and key, preventing us from publishing.  However, he couldn’t prevent the grant from being issued for development.”  I looked angry.  “He managed to force us to stick to lab animals for testing, even though we had a 100% success rate.  We needed to start human testing before we ran out of material.  I am afraid that I forced the issue.  My wife’s cousins both had terminal cancer and were already bedridden.  I tested it on them.”  Several of the doctors winced.  “The senator leapt at the chance and shut us down.  Fortunately he couldn’t control the research after he did that, so we dumped it all on the ‘net and decided to go RVing with the remainder of the vaccine.”

The all leaned forward.  One of the doctors said, “You actually have it with you?”

“Well, locked in my RV with armed security guards, yes.”

They all smiled, including the administrator, and nodded knowingly.

I said, “My wife and I were wondering if any of your more serious patients could use some massage therapy.  We could get in 30 treatments or so while we are in the neighborhood.”  They all knew from the paper that a tissue massage was part of the vaccine treatment.

They all grinned even more.  The doctor who spoke before said, “I think something could be arranged.”

The administrator said, “Since you aren’t licensed for this state, we can arrange for patients to visit you in an outside facility for ‘consulting’.  I will personally pay for a room in the hotel across the street.  That should be close enough for the ones that need a chair for transport.”

The next day, we set up the consulting facility.  The first kid was a six year old boy with leukemia; he had already had two transplants and was not eligible for another.  The outspoken doctor wheeled him in, two parents trailing.  I had a carefully written NDA and disclaimer form for them to sign, then Erin and I got to work.  I checked over the boy while Erin made a show of getting a sterile needle of “vaccine” from a portable cooler.  The kid had organ damage and several other problems from the prolonged leukemia, so I got ready to work as Erin injected de-ionized water into his arm.  I began going over him, rubbing the skin as if I was giving him a massage, restoring everything to what it should be.  I rebuilt his bone marrow and repaired his organs, making sure he would grow a nice ten incher when he grew up.  I used some of my body fat, I had been deliberately eating heavy, and surreptitiously transferred it to his legs and built up muscle mass.  I added all the drug immunities just before I finished.  I let him sleep for a minute, then jiggled his shoulder as I said, “Wake up!” 

He sat up in the bed, said, “Where am I?”, saw his mom, cried out, “Mommy!”, jumped out of bed and ran over to her and held her tight.

His doctor, who had watched the whole thing, dropped his jaw, commenting, “He hasn’t been able to walk in over six months.”  He immediately went over and started flicking his light in the boy’s eyes.  The boy just hugged his crying mom.

Erin didn’t have the religious fervor of some of her sisters, but she was still amazed at Master’s power.  She felt so wonderful helping him, especially with sick children.  She stood in awe watching him heal the poor six year old, and she cried herself when the kid woke up and ran to his mother.  With every sob of the little boy, she loved Master more and more.

The doctor said, “He appears to be healthy, but we will still need to do a full biopsy to make sure.”  He looked at me shaking his head doggedly.  “I didn’t believe it.  I read it in your paper, but I didn’t fully believe it until now.”  He shook my hand then Erin’s hand.  “Congratulations, Doctors.  I hope you put me out of business.”

The boy’s father looked up and also grabbed my hand and shook it.  “I don’t know what you did, but whatever it is, even it only lasts for another minute or two, thank you.”

“You are welcome.  And it should last a lifetime, provided he doesn’t start smoking or do something stupid like that.”

He nodded furiously.

I looked at the Doctor.  “Now let’s get the next patient over here.  I would like to finish as many as possible as soon as possible before someone finds out about us.”

“Yes, of course.”  He herded the family out, wheeling the empty chair behind them.

That day, we took care of fourteen more kids.  The next day we did seven kids, then the original doctor came to see us.  “Doctors, we are out of pediatric patients.”

“Do you have any older patients with organ failure or cancer that didn’t give it to themselves?”

“Five.  Two with failed kidneys, one with a failing heart, and two with lung cancer from second hand smoke.  Are you sure that you won’t treat several patients I have with emphysema?”

“No, this is limited and I have to choose.  Those who committed suicide I am not going to waste it on.”

“I understand.  Glad I don’t have to make that choice, though.”

We took care of the last five then packed up.  The administrator and several of the doctors came out to see us.  They shook our hands again, the administrator saying, “Thank you.”

I said, “I know it is a tiny drop in the bucket, but we couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.  If just one of those kids goes into remission, this trip was successful.”

The outspoken doctor said, “Well, the biopsy on Tim shows that he has healthy bone marrow now.  He is leaving the hospital, for the first time in a year, to go home permanently – this afternoon.”

“That is wonderful news!”

The administrator said, “Now I just have to figure out what to tell the board about how twenty six patients went into remission simultaneously.  A task that I will do happily while watching all those children go home.”

“Just please don’t mention us.”

“I won’t unless I am asked a direct question.”

“Thank you.”

“No, Thank you.”

Erin and I got in our SUV and took off.  To be safe, we packed up and took off down the freeway within an hour.

Chapter 38

I felt bad fooling all those doctors, but I couldn’t very well tell them the truth!  Otherwise I felt complete for the first time in a long time.

Even though it was summer, we stopped in Aspen to relax.  The campground was happy to get us, we were the only other camper besides a couple in a tent.  After all, it was the end of June and quite warm outside.  Aspen wasn’t known for its summer tourism, although it did have some.  We found a spot overlooking the river valley.  It was quite beautiful.

Since it was in the high 80s to low 90s outside, there were essentially no neighbors, we hauled out the lawn chairs and relaxed in our birthday suits.  There were fourteen of us relaxing in the chairs, one on perimeter, and one monitoring in the support RV.  Natalie was happily giving me a massage while I enjoyed watching my girls sunbathe.  Because I was doing that, I saw an eye peeking around the corner of the SUV.  It was a young girl, maybe eleven or twelve, I couldn’t tell from half a face and long dark blonde hair.

Making sure my equipment was well hidden, I crooked a finger at her and gestured her over.  She hesitated, then came out and limped over.  Her right side was really pretty with a big blue eye, a perfect B cup, and a beautiful long leg; but her left side was damaged.  She had a club foot, her arm ended at the elbow, and the left side of her face was distorted.  She came over and immediately asked, “Why are you all naked?”

She had a beautiful sexy voice that made me start to get hard.  “Because we are alone here and I like pretty naked girls.  What’s your name?”

“Tina.”  She smiled shyly.

“Hi.  I’m Tom.  Do you live here?”

“Yes.  Me ma owns the campground.”

“Cool.”  She was still staring at the sunbathers.  “Did you want to join the other girls?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

She looked down at her feet.  “I am ugly.”

“No you aren’t.  I think you are quite pretty.”

“You think I am pretty?”

“Sure.  Let me fix up your left side there and you will be a knockout.”

She blushed.  “How can you fix up my left side?”

“That is what I do.  I am on vacation here, but I’d make an exception for you.”

“Really?”

“Sure.  Ask any of the girls.”

She looked over at the row of sunbathers.  They all looked at her and nodded.  She looked back at me and quietly whispered, “Okay.”

I smiled at her, reached over and caressed her face, turning her off while I did so.  She collapsed into the soft grass.  I got up and moved her to my chair.  Natalie helped me remove her clothes.  I sent Lori to get a large chunk of meat from the fridge.  It was going to be for grilling later, but I needed it to rebuild the arm.

I did a full exam.  She was surprisingly in very good shape for her condition.  Everything on her left side was malformed.  I checked and it was a genetic condition.  I started with the club foot, making it into a mirror of her right one.  I moved up the leg, fixing damage from a lifetime of misuse because of the bad foot.  I fixed her damaged hip, and while I was in the area, I did the standard changes to her very pretty clit and pussy.  Moving up I fixed her bad kidney and slightly off organs.  She didn’t have any breast on the left side, so I duplicated and mirrored her left one, making the standard changes there.  Before getting to the arm, I fixed her face, rebuilding the nose correctly, regrowing a proper eye and fixing the neural attachments for it, and duplicating and mirroring her pretty right ear.  The arm I first made a crude version of using the chunk of meat for material.  Then I carefully mirrored the other arm; working carefully, I also mirrored the links for the hand in the cortex.  I made the rest of the standard changes, enhancing her perception of me, full drug immunity with enhanced immune system, and while I was at it I enhanced her whole system.  I suppose I felt a little sorry for her and I wanted to give her a gift to make up for how life had been up to that point.  Then I pushed her current revised genetic state into her ovaries and existing eggs.

I moved her to a chair in the lineup of girls, set her so that she was only napping, then went back to my chair in front of the lineup and let Natalie get back to the massage.  Tina fit right in.  She had the rural girl hotness, like Daisy Duke.  Half an hour later, she stirred and stretched.  Suddenly her eyes popped open.  She lowered her new left hand in front of her face and carefully looked at both sides.  Then she looked down at her foot and up at me.  She blinked, seeing the world stereoscopically for the first time.  Lisa, who was next to her, handed her the mirror that she had nabbed earlier.  Tina carefully reached out and took the mirror, then stared into it for ten minutes, switching hands twice.  She kept whispering “OMG” over and over.  She suddenly jumped up to her feet – and nearly toppled over.  She took a few steps, figuring out how to use her new foot and new center of mass with the new arm.  She walked carefully around the lineup of sunbathers, then stopped and started crying. 

Theresa, who was closest, gathered her into her arms, and asked, “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I am so happy!  This has been my dream all my life!”  She looked up and over at me.  “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You are quite welcome.  As I told Erin here many years ago, I couldn’t not fix a girl as beautiful as you, as I couldn’t not fix a damaged Mona Lisa.”

Suddenly her eyes got big.  “What will my mom say?”

“I don’t know, but why don’t you get dressed and go show her?”

She suddenly realized that she was naked and rushed over to her clothes as the girls suppressed a snort of laughter.  She couldn’t make the bra fit, so she left it off.  The left cup was fake, and now she had a real tit.  She also couldn’t fit her foot in the orthopedic left shoe, so she left the shoes off.  Then she said, “Bye!” and took off running.  We heard a loud “Ye-ha!” as she ran off.

Lori was so sexually excited that she had a small pool of pussy juice building under her chair.  She had actually helped the Master with one of his miracles!  She was almost overwhelmed with his glory.  All the other EBs had similar pools under their chairs.

Theresa thought, ‘he did it again!’  He was so wonderful.  Helping that girl made her so horny.

Leslie was aching all over with desire.  The Master had done it again.  She loved watching him fix people, especially kids.  She almost regretted asking the Master to prevent her pregnancy.  Right now she really wanted him squirting deep inside her, knowing that they were making a wonderful kid.

All the girls had similar thoughts.  The smell of aroused female permeated the air.  Unfortunately, I had dozed off under Natalie’s massage and missed it.

About an hour later, a woman who appeared to be an older version of Tina walked into camp with Tina happily following.  The woman, who I assumed was Tina’s mom, was pretty herself, I could see where Tina got her looks.  She looked at me and declared, “I don’t know what or how you did what you did to Tina, but thank you.”

“Not a problem.  She was upset that she couldn’t join my girls sunbathing here, so I asked her if she wanted the damage fixed.  She said that she did so I fixed her.  She is such a nice girl that I couldn’t say no.”

“Just like that, somehow you do millions of dollars of cosmetic surgery in an hour?”

“I don’t charge kids, and somehow I don’t think you can afford it.”  I grinned.

“True.  She was supposed to have several surgeries, but we don’t have any medical insurance.  I run this place by myself since my husband ran off when she was born.  I don’t know how I am going to repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it.  Just the expression of pure joy on her face when she woke up was payment enough for me.  Tell you the truth, I get a twinge of masochistic glee thinking about your troubles once school starts this fall.”

“My troubles?”

“Every boy within 100 miles will be following her around like a puppy dog.”

She looked at her daughter.  “True...  Maybe I shouldn’t be thanking you.”  She smiled ironically.

“Tell you what, I like it here.  Just make reservations for this spot at this time next summer and we’ll call it even.”

“I would gladly, but I don’t know if I will still have this place next month, much less next year.”

“Why not?”

“Taxes.  We are technically within the city limits of Aspen, even though we are fifteen miles away.”

I thought about that for a second.  “What is your zoning?”

“Commercial.”

“What if you had a convenience store on the highway, I notice there isn’t one near here; and the campground was suped up with some cabins and plumbing for RVs?  Would that get you customers?”

“Yes, but I can’t afford all that.”

“Tell you what, how about a partnership?  I’ll buy a third of the camp, fix it up, and you run everything.”

She looked over at the lineup of ladies sunbathing.  She asked, “Is he serious?”

They all nodded.

“Then before you come to your senses, I agree!”

“Good.  Now why don’t you join in, we can deal with the details tomorrow.  It is already four o’clock; we only have another hour of sunlight.”

“I have to get back to the main building, but Tina is welcome to join in.”  She hesitated, “By the way, my name is Barb Farling.”

“Tom Malloy.”  I shook her hand.  She smiled and headed back as Tina eagerly pulled off her clothes and jumped into the chair.

As the sun went down over the mountains, the temperature rapidly dropped down into the 50s.  The ladies packed up the deck chairs and we went inside.  I got another chunk of meat from the freezer and threw it on the grill.  It would take longer since it was frozen, but using the defrosted one for Tina saved me a headache adding that much energy to the meat.

Lisa and Lori whipped up a batch of escalloped potatoes to go with the steaks, and we all got a can of soda from the fridge.  Tina was having the time of her life.  She guzzled three cans of Mountain Dew and ate two steaks and two plates of potatoes.  We all recognized the energy depletion that the repairs usually took as a price, and she was rapidly fading.  The girls dressed her and I picked her up like a child.  As she caught my scent she nuzzled my chest, but she was too out of it to really do more than sigh.  I carried her down to her house, two EBs watching from the trail.

I knocked and Barb answered the door.  Smiling, she led me to Tina’s room where I put her to bed.  I said goodnight and headed back to the RV.

Chapter 39

When I got back to the RV, I bent every single one of my girls over and gave them a load of baby butter deep inside them.  As they lay collapsed all over the place drooling, I moved Lisa aside and sat in my easy chair and watched NCIS.  Soon Natalie woke up and hugged my leg so I could pet her beautiful hair.  As I stroked it and she nuzzled my leg, the others came to and gathered around to watch TV as well.

The next morning at breakfast, Tina showed up and ate with us.  She was bright eyed, I think she realized that it wasn’t a dream and she was happy.  She really was asking the questions.  She wanted to know everything.  There were plenty of girls for her to talk to.  For some reason she latched onto Natalie.  Natalie seemed to like her and answered most of her questions.  I relaxed and threw in a DVD after breakfast, and Natalie took her usual spot at my right knee.  Tina mirrored her and sat at my left knee.  I stoked both of their heads.  After the movie, Tina got up and commented, “I see why you like that.  It is so calm, relaxing, and comforting, yet exciting at the same time.  I could just sit there all day, but I have to go do my chores.”  She smiled and took off.

I went over to the other RV.  I did a vid-link to Zandy and had her draw up the papers and email them to me.  I got dressed and took the SUV again, this time with an EB in the back seat, plus one more to help Barb out.  I drove over to the main house, left the EB to babysit the camp, then took Barb and Tina into town to their bank.  Barb read over the contract.  “You are splitting it in three, one third for you, one third for me, and one third for Tina?”

“Yes.  That seems equitable, don’t you think?”

“I was expecting you to take half, in spite of what you said yesterday.”

“No, a third is plenty.  Especially if I am a silent partner.”

“And you are paying too much, five times what it is worth.”

“Don’t worry, I can easily afford it.”  I gave her a big smile.  “I’ll pay you $1 million for the third ownership, then I’ll put $10 million in the account for the campground to pay taxes and build the infrastructure.  If you want, I can send architects to do all the work.”  The girls would be excited to have another project.  They had been sitting pretty much idle since the town was finished.

She thought for a second, “I want full control though.  I like the idea of a convenience store by the highway and a few cabins, but the park has been in my family for a few generations, so I want to leave the campground.”

“Don’t worry about that.  The girls will enjoy working with you to make it like you want.  They are fast too, we could probably have it built by this winter.”

“Hmmm, I don’t see any hidden clauses for small print, but I’ll have the bank manager, a friend of mine, go over it first if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.”  That made me feel good, actually.  She was a good business partner and wouldn’t be taken in by any shyster.  “You’ve only known me for a few days, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

At the bank, the bank manager, John, greeted Barb and Tina, commenting on Tina’s improvement, then read through the contract.  He looked at me and said, “Sir, I think that you are getting the raw end of this deal, but if you want to sign, I don’t see any problems.”  He looked at Barb then Tina, “For any of you.  I will do a credit check on Mr. Malloy here and if there are no problems, we can sign immediately.”

I handed him one of my Malloy Bank business cards with the routing information.  “Any relation?” he asked.

“I own the bank.”

His eyebrows shot through the ceiling, but he calmly punched in some numbers on his computer.  He frowned, punched in some more, then shook his head in disbelief.  He commented rhetorically, “This is just a drop in the bucket for you, isn’t it?”  as he had Barb, Tina, then me sign the contract.  He notarized it then made copies.  I immediately transferred the funds from my cell phone, the bank manager snorting in disbelief.  As the eleven million came in, he asked Barb, “I assume that you want to immediately pay off all the loans you have?”

“Oh, yes,” she said eagerly.

He hit a few keys on his computer.  “Done.”

I could see her visibly relax.  She looked at me and said, “Just so you know, I was only about 15 days from losing the property anyway.  John here had extended things as far as he could and the head bank was foreclosing.  This way I get to keep the land, pay off everything, and have money for Tina’s college.  Thank you.”

“No problem.”

John said, “Quentin is going to be mad as hell.”

She said, “Good.”

“Who is Quentin?”

“He owns ‘Aspen Companies’, a corporate front that has been trying to steal my land for ten years.”

John commented, “He already has the paperwork ready to buy the land from the bank when it foreclosed on July 14th.”

Barb said, “He is a real bastard.  I would have sold the land to you at cost rather than let him have it.”

I commented, “If any of your neighbors are in a similar situation, use the camp fund to buy them out and add their land to yours.  If they have a house on the land, they can stay as long as they want, rent free.  Let me know if the camp fund gets low and I will put more in it.”  I looked at John then at Barb, “Like John said, it is a drop in the bucket for me, and if it helps people out around here...”

John asked, “Are you serious?  A lot of people are in trouble financially.  Barb’s campground will end up owning half the mountain.  The other half is already owned by Quentin.  Letting them stay in their houses would let them sell to Barb, whom they all like and would sell to without much thought.”

“I’ll show you how serious I am.  Any foreclosings that are coming up immediately?  Call them right now and let’s make offers.”

He said, “I think I like you, Mr. Malloy.  I will go one step further.  What if I call some of my friends at the other two banks in town and get a list of their foreclosures as well.”

We spent the rest of the day and talked to fifteen people who were about to lose their land.  The three bank managers got together with us at four and we informally arranged to make offers on any land before it foreclosed.  Over the next two days, Farling Campgrounds purchased $137 million in land around the area, including a ski resort, a strip mall, and two gas stations.  Barb wasn’t overwhelmed at all, she dug in with a gusto, she really hated this Quentin guy.  All of the houses she rented back to their original owners for $1 a month plus repairs.  The businesses she let the original owners run, telling them that they could keep any profits.  By the end of the week, she owned half the town, just like John had predicted.  Everyone was happy, they got to stay in their houses, and the universally hated Quentin got nothing.  I was enjoying myself, and it really was a drop in the bucket for me, so after two days I just sat back, watched, and enjoyed.

It was still unseasonably warm, so the girls were out every day sunbathing.  Tina just loved to join them.  She also hung around with Natalie a lot, copying what she was doing, hugging my other leg when I sat, learning to give really great massages, and one afternoon, after Natalie sighed and fell off to the side unconscious, she straddled me and pole sat.  There was still quite a bit of cum all over my cock, so she immediately orgasmed, her eyes going big and shouting, “OMG!”  Instinctively she rode me, orgasming over and over, until I came, filling her virgin quim.  She shrieked, arched her back, and collapsed next to Natalie.  The nearest EB rushed over and licked me clean, orgasming and collapsing next to the other two.

That Friday morning, Quentin caught on and tried to file an injunction to stop Barb.  In court she said, “Your Honor, I am doing the same thing he was, why can’t I purchase property?”

“Good question.  ...Mr. Cove?”  He looked at Quentin.

Quentin Cove was a tall skinny man wearing an expensive suit with loafers.  “Your Honor, as you are aware, I was purchasing land for the express purpose of opening several new lifts.  Ms. Farling has purchased all available land in the city.”

Barb said, “Your Honor, Mr. Cove already owns over 4000 acres of land.  He has closed all the businesses on them, laying off over 1000 people.  When is he going to build these new lifts?  I have purchased only about 2000 acres, including several businesses, and have not displaced a single person.  All the businesses are still open.  Including a ski resort with 23 lifts.”

Quentin reposted with, “How does she expect to maintain the costs?  As a matter of fact, how did she get the money for all these purchases in the first place?”

Barb and I had prepared for this question.  “Your Honor.  I have put in escrow the taxes to cover the next ten years on these properties.  Except for a few next to my business that I plan to use to expand, all properties may be repurchased by their former owners for cost at any time.  My financing is none of Quentin’s business, but I will state for the record that I have two partners, one of which is backing this move financially with his own money, no other investors.  He likes the city as it is, and easily has the resources to stop Quentin and his investors whom he sees as destroying the city and our way of life.”

Quentin had turned beet red.  He shouted, “I have invested half a billion in this project.  This could derail the whole thing.  How dare you!”

The judge pounded his gavel.  “Mr. Cove.  That is enough.  Ms. Farling has done nothing illegal; in fact her sense of community is commendable.  The city council has been searching for a way to stop you for years, and I say Ms. Farling has found a way.  Kudos to her.  If you are so worried about your investment, I am sure her backer will give you a good offer on the land you have already stolen...I mean purchased.  I find for Ms. Farling and Farling Campgrounds.  Case Dismissed.”

The full courtroom erupted into cheers.  Several reporters ran out of the room.

That evening, I assigned four EBs to watch the main house.  Sure enough, they caught two heavily armed men attempting to break into Barb and Tina’s house.  The police were called.  The two men were not all that smart; they started talking immediately and wouldn’t shut up.  It turned out that Quentin had hired them to kill Barb.  When they brought in Quentin, he was so angry that he started blabbering too, even after the arresting cop had read Miranda.  Apparently he had thought that killing Barb would make Tina the heir, and he figured he could strong arm a thirteen year old into selling.  Barb happily told him that to sell anything he needed the signatures of all three partners, and killing her would get him nowhere.  I was present at this meeting as the head of the security that had caught the two men.  Quentin still didn’t know who the third partner was.

A few hours later we found out his main plan.  Apparently, once he reached a certain threshold of continuous land, no other properties in it, he could sell to an Indian tribe that would build a super-casino.  The land would be reservation property and anyone still living on it would be kicked off.  The plan was to make Aspen, a resort town, into a major competitor to Las Vegas.  It was a crazy plan, but it might have worked.

As I drove her back to her house, Barb leaned back in the seat, commenting, “I don’t know how you and Tina do it, being all bright eyed and bushy tailed, but I’m exhausted.”

“Do you want a rejuv?  I can make it so you will be bright eyed and bushy tailed as well.”

She was a bit out of it, but she muttered, “Sure.”

I reached over and turned her off.  Then I pulled over. 

Tina leaned over the seat.  “I heard that.  You going to fix up mom?  Cool.”

I nodded and started by running my hands up her arms, then over her face.  I didn’t undress her but I put my hands on her chest under her t-shirt and revitalized things to about age 19.  I did the same with her legs.  I was able to get close enough at the top of her thighs to rejuv her hips and crotch area, also fixing her eggs that had similar defects to that which caused Tina’s original problem.  I went over her making the cheerleader changes and the law enforcement enhancements like I had done for Tina.  They both had the physical EB attributes now.  I set her to wake up naturally, gave Tina a kiss, and resumed our drive back to the campgrounds.  As we pulled in, she woke up.  She didn’t realize that she was any different, and I didn’t say anything.  Tina thought it was funny, so she didn’t say anything either.  She externally wasn’t changed much.  I let her off at the house where the four EBs were still on guard, then drove back and parked the SUV back in its bay on the security RV.

The next morning she still hadn’t realized, although she was giving looks to Tina who was snickering.  She obviously wasn’t the type who stared into the mirror a lot.  Both hers and Tina’s nostrils flared for a second as they caught my scent.  Barb shook her head and tried to ignore it.  Tina gave me a big hug.  We headed back into town to see what the latest was.  Barb handed me the morning paper.  The headline read, “Quentin Cove stopped, then arrested!”  The article talked about what had happened in court, then how he had hired two guys to have her killed afterward.  The newspaper people must have been up late, since the arrest had been at 1:30 in the morning and the paper was delivered at six.

Nothing much new, except that they police had searched Quentin’s office and found papers supporting his absurd plan.  Since it was Saturday, there wouldn’t be much more until Monday.  We stopped at the grocery store, which she now owned, and picked up some chops, potatoes and applesauce for dinner.  Then we headed back to the campgrounds.  I let them off at the main house, inviting them both over for dinner around three.  I went back and took the time to give each of my girls who weren’t on duty a cream pie.  Then I had Natalie start another long massage.  Soon Tina showed up and joined her.  The two of them working together was amazing. 

I got up at two, gave them each a kiss with lots of tongue and a ass squeeze, then got to work with the chops.  It was nice when a couple of EBs joined me to chop the spuds.  Soon we were cooking up a storm.  Natalie and Tina joined the row of sunbathers.  As we pulled the chops and spuds out of the oven, I noticed, to my delight, that Barb had also joined the lineup.  Except that she was slightly larger, she and Tina could have been twins.  In another five years, they would be.  Barb was talking to Lisa as she eyed my cock.  At one point Lisa held out her hand and showed her the ring.  I deliberately delayed serving, letting things cool, so they could talk.  I couldn’t let it sit for too long, so I called them in to the table after about ten minutes.  I needn’t have worried, the two of them kept talking even at the table.  She did look up for a minute and comment that it was good, then went right back to her heavy conversation with Lisa.  Soon Leslie was pulled in and the three of them finished eating, and then went back to their deck chairs, still talking a mile a minute.  At one point Barb let out an “oh!” then looked down at herself.  I think she realized that she had been fixed up at that point.  When it began to get cooler later, they came inside with the other girls to cuddle and watch a movie.  Tina would have come over for more, but her mom was a little frightened and hugged her the whole time.  They both got dressed and left with a hug and a kiss after the movie.  The both had to tear themselves away.

Sunday was more of the same.  The newspaper had some of the details of Quentin’s plan.  Monday I picked up Barb and headed into town again.  We sat in the back as Quentin was arraigned.  His bail was set at $10 million.  He didn’t have the money, his investors had filed suit against him and frozen his assets.  He was even using a public defender.  His two hit men, guys he had found in a bar, got $100K bail each.  Neither of them had the money either.  They had been in the Sheriff’s cells, but they were shipped off to county.

The Sheriff, after seeing Quentin off, deliberately walked up to me and said, “Thank you for saving my town.”  Shook my hand then walked away.  Guess someone was smart enough to figure it out.  I figured a celebration was in order, so as I dropped Barb off I invited her over for Dinner again.  This time I dug in my own freezer, pulling out two dozen filet mignon steaks.  Natalie and Tina gave me another massage.  I flipped over and the two of them pole sat as well.  I left them unconscious and drooling next to my chair as I went and got the grill going.

The steaks and the frozen veggies that I nuked up were really good.  Barb spent most of the time talking to my girls, mostly Lisa and Leslie again, but she spent time talking to all of them.  As it got cold again and we settled in for a movie, she seemed to come to a decision.  I sat down, Natalie at my right knee, Tina at my left, and Barb came over and slid into my lap.  I put my arms around her and said, “Hello there.”

She smiled, leaned forward and kissed me hard.  Certain parts of me sprang to attention, rubbing against parts of her that were starting to drip.  She made a bouncing maneuver that lifted her up and impaled her on the way down.  I hadn’t even spurted any pre-cum yet and she shuddered in an orgasm.  She bit her lip as she thrust with her hips repeatedly.  I shot some pre-cum, not that it was needed, she was naturally multi-orgasmic.  After five minutes or so, I filled her up and she shuddered and collapsed against my chest.  I petted Natalie and Tina while Barb snuggled down, still speared on my cock.  Twice during the movie, she woke up, made frantic love, and passed out again.  When she woke up at the end of the movie and rode me again, I heard Leslie comment, “Wow, does she have endurance.”  She was right, Barb had as much endurance as several of the EBs back home that could also last for a long time with multiple sessions.

Barb was still out of it so I asked around, “So ladies, should we ask Barb to join the sisterhood?”

The EBs all said, “Whatever the Master wants.”  Which was singularly useless.  The rest of them were saying, “I think it is a good idea,” “I am surprised you took this long,” and “She essentially is already anyway.”

I sent Natalie to get a ring from the safe.  Barb came around again, but apparently was satisfied for the moment, so she just nuzzled down.  Tina was looking up with hope in her eyes and biting her lip.  I cupped Barb’s chin and lifted her head, “Barb, the girls and I were wondering if you would like to join them and be one of my ring girls, forever.”

She hugged me tighter and then sat up.  “Of course I would.”

I took her left hand and inserted the ring.  She was the first ring girl in over three years. 

Theresa said, “Party time!”  She pulled Barb to her feet with a slurp as I slid out.  Tina looked at me and said, “Thank you, Master.”  She had really been hanging out with Natalie a lot.  She smiled brightly and went to join the rest of my girls dancing as someone cranked the tunes.

They partied half the night.  Barb kept staring at her ring, then me, then the ring again with a big smile.

Chapter 40

The next morning Angie called, the cases that needed my attention had built up back at home.  Vacation was over.  I was happy, I had re-found myself.  I left the two RVs since they would be needed for temp housing during construction and had an EB drive me, Erin, Leslie, and Natalie to the local airport where we got tickets and flew home.  I was expecting Barb to be all upset, especially after her first husband left her, but she said, “I know what the ring means, and it means that you will always be there.”  She was positively serene about it.

The EB team picking me up at the airport were all smiles at my return.  I gave all five of them a big kiss and butt squeeze.  The drove me directly to the clinic.  When I got there, I exchanged hugs and kisses with Angie.  I could tell she was a little upset.  “What’s wrong honey?”

“It shouldn’t bother me, but I have been spoiled by your abilities.  To have all these patients that I cannot help.”  She shook her head like a wet dog.  “Arragh!”

I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly.  “That is one of the reasons I love you, you care so much.”  After a minute I said, “Well, let’s see if getting rid of the cause of your anxiety will fix it, shall we?”

She smiled.  I grabbed my lab coat and we headed for the first room.  I looked at the chart next to the door.  It was a 76 year old man with pancreatic cancer.  The notes told his story, he had run out of money, and for some reason Medicare didn’t cover him.  His medical bills had quickly put him on the street.  These were hard cases.  I had the ability to make him a young healthy man again, but I couldn’t just do that with everyone.  It was a real moral dilemma that I still haven’t solved.  I went in and Angie did the sterile needle with water thing while I repaired his cancer and generally fixed him up, also repairing the prostate and strengthening him a bit.  I noted what I had done in his charts, then we went on.

According to the chart, room number two was a case of clinical depression.  Apparently the lady didn’t like her looks.  I looked at the photo attached and silently agreed with her.  She was 50 lbs. overweight with a really bad complexion, frizzy hair and greasy skin.  Angie knew my typical solution was to remove the fat and fix the complexion, unless there was a reason to do so, I usually didn’t do a full makeover.  Next to the door, ready to go, was the medical waste bucket on a small cart.  She wheeled the cart in as we entered the room.  The nasty woman was just lying there feeling sorry for herself.  I was so disgusted, not by the appearance, but by the attitude, that I almost kicked her out.  I shut her off.  She did have really messed up neural chemical levels which I corrected.  Then I scooped out all the fat and repaired the damaged organs.  The skin I repaired from the neglect, then I couldn’t take any more, so I set her to wake up, and left.

I went and got a glass of water, then went on to room three.  The chart said that it was a 17 year old burn victim with severe third degree burns all over her body.  I went into the room and asked Angie, “I am surprised that she isn’t in a burn ward over at the hospital.”

“She was for a short while, but her insurance ran out.” 

That explained why she was here.  Hmmm, according to the patient history, she was a bit of a hero, rescuing her siblings before she got out of the house herself.  Their insurance company refused to pay because she ‘deliberately’ injured herself by staying behind to help her baby sister and ten year old brother get out.  What a bunch of hogwash, I made a mental note to ruin that insurance company.  While I could have fixed her right there, I had the family to deal with, so I called in the assistant head nurse.  “Greta, please schedule Mary here for reconstructive surgery this afternoon.”

“Yes, Tom.  Will three o’clock work?”  That was in about an hour.

“Perfect.  Thank you.”

She nodded and left.  Angie led me over to the parents and siblings who were sitting there.  “Hello, this is Tom.  He will be working on Mary this afternoon.”

I shook the parent’s hands.  “Hi.”

The boy asked, “Is Mary going to be all right?”

I knelt down in front of him.  “I think so.”

He started crying.  “It is all my fault!”

“Why is it your fault?”

“I ignored the fire alarm because it goes off all the time.”

“Don’t worry about it, your sister will be pestering you about it in no time, okay?”

In a small voice he said, “Okay.”

I patted him on the shoulder and left.

The next room was another type of case I hated.  Child abuse.  There was a eleven year old boy with severe brusing, a busted eye, a broken rib and arm, radial damage to the other arm and a punctured eardrum.  The abuse had already been reported, and a child advocate was present in the room.  For her I scheduled the OR for four.  She was pretty, about 25 with long brown hair.

There was an eight year old boy with a compound fracture in the next room.  We went through that that one and the next two rooms, a broken leg and a burst appendix, rapidly.  Angie said, “I really missed this.  I love watching you do that.  I only wish I could help people like that.”

Startled at the idea, I thought about it for a few minutes.  Angie looked at me with a raised eyebrow, wondering why I stopped.  I slowly said, “That may not be a bad idea.  The problem is that I haven’t completely figured out how I do a lot of this.  When I do, we can try to graft it into you.  Might be a few years away though.”

“Wow, really?”  She was startled at what I said.  I guess she needed to think about it too.

“Yeah.  Any more patients?”

“Except for the two you have scheduled, just a few checkups back at the family clinic.”

“Good.  I need to go get some lunch before the first appointment at three.  You have time for a taco?”

“Not really.  I am glad that Erin will be back soon.”

“Should I grab you one?”

“That would probably be a good idea.”

“See you in a bit.”  I left, my EB guard following, and we got some tacos.  As she sat across from me, I asked, “So how have things been while I was gone?”

“Running smoothly for the most part.  But we all really missed you.  A lot.”  There was a tear in her eye. 

I took her hand and squeezed it.  “Don’t worry, I am home for now.”  She smiled.  We ate, then I grabbed another bag with a few tacos in it for Angie and headed back.  I handed the bag to Angie who was at the front nursing desk.  She told Greta, “Send up some nurses to prep Mary for surgery.”  Then she dug in.  I went upstairs to my office to see if there was anything.  Not a single message on my desk.  I wasn’t sure whether to be glad or appalled.  Anyway, it was five to three, so I headed down to the OR.  Careful about things like that, I checked the consent form, yup, the parents had signed it.  Angie and I started scrubbing.  Erin surprised me by coming in and scrubbing as well.  Angie squealed and hugged her, although she had to scrub again.  The two of them were gossiping a mile a minute as we went into the OR.  The nurse sitting with Mary saw Erin come in, and she smiled, greeted her, and left.

Mary was unconscious.  Just to be sure, I turned her off.  Erin went to the heavy duty refrigerator in the corner and hauled out a biohazard bucket.  It was the fat I had removed from the self-absorbed fat lady earlier.  The two of them stripped off Mary’s gown.  It was not a pretty sight.  There is a lot of fat in breasts, and it tends to boil and needs to be surgically removed when a person is burned.  One arm was partially removed as well.  The ER doctors had had to remove a lot.  Apparently there were a lot of fourth degree burns.  It was a blessing that Mary hadn’t awakened yet.

Like usual, I started from the bottom and worked my way up.  I rebuilt her feet then moved up to her legs.  I rebuilt her crotch area, restoring the surgically removed reproductive system.  Moving up I fixed the heavily damaged organs, even restoring her appendix which had been removed years before.  I used big scoops of bio-matter to restore her perky teenage breasts, going on up I did the shoulders then the arms.  I made sure that her arms were rebuilt, I had to rebuild the missing arm based on DNA.  The fingerprints would be different, but that shouldn’t be much of an issue.  I rebuilt the face, including the beautiful brown eyes.  I force regrew several inches of hair.  Then I had Erin and Angie flip her over and I redid her back and beautiful buttocks.  At that point I couldn’t resist, and did all the cheerleader changes to her.  The last thing I did was set her to awaken in about ten minutes as Angie and Erin dressed her in the hospital gown again.  I always liked to see my repair jobs wake up, so I went with Erin as she returned Mary to her room.  Angie went back to her rounds for half an hour until we had to do the poor boy.

As I had done many times, I waited with Erin for the patient to awaken.  Her family was lined up on one side of the bed.  Her mother was crying, saying over and over, “Thank god!”  Her father was saying, “Yes, dear,” to his wife, but giving me a strange look.  Suddenly Mary sat up and yelled in a panic, “Kris, Bev!”  She saw her siblings standing there and then noticed where she was and relaxed.  “Ah, sh-crud.  How long have I been here?”

Her dad said, as her bawling mother hugged her, “Almost two weeks, honey.”

“Two weeks!”

“Yes, you were in really bad shape for a while there.”  He glanced at me.  “It is a miracle that you are awake now.”

“Was I injured? I feel fine now.  I remember getting burned.”

He hesitated.  “Yes you were.”  He pulled the chart from the bottom of the bed and showed her the pictures.  She turned green and grabbed the trashcan by the bed and threw up.  She didn’t have much in her stomach so there wasn’t much vomit.  She jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror above the sink.

“What happened, how come I am normal now?”

I chipped in, “Fortunately for you, your insurance didn’t cover your stay at a normal hospital; you are at the free clinic.”

“What?”

“When your parents signed the release form for your surgery, it included a clause on use of experimental techniques.  We cloned new skin and other parts for you, and then used accelerated healing to get rid of the scars.”

She stared at me, so did her dad.  He said, “If I didn’t see her standing there right now, I’d think you were mad.  What are the side effects, any tissue rejection?”

“No, it is her tissue, as if it was from a twin.  The only issue is that any sport calluses that she had will need to be redeveloped.”

Mary said, “So I am going to have to get back in shape for soccer season?  I can live with that.”  She smiled.

Her dad said, “That is another bit of bad news.  The entire house burnt down, and insurance won’t cover it since apparently some neighborhood kids started the fire.”

“So where do we live?”

“Right now, you are home.  We’ve been taking turns in the other bed here.”

Before she replied, I said, “I have another surgery that I have to get to now.  Mary will be here for another two days at least.  We have placement services for people in your situation and we can talk later.  Okay?”

The dad and Mary both nodded.  I wrote that they needed to stay another two days on the chart, then headed back to the OR with Erin.

We scrubbed in, Angie joining us.  As we went into the OR, the nurse watching the boy, John Doe, left after greeting Erin.  The poor boy had been unconscious since he had been found at the entrance to a mall several days ago.  No one knew his name.  Fortunately I could fix him easily.  I went over him, fixing all the bruises – internal and external, the two arm fractures, did my usual check and fix so he would grow a nice ten inch cock, then rebuilt his smashed face, correcting his vision by strengthening the muscles behind the eye so that he was 20/10.  So he would do better in the next fight he was in, I also gave him the cop upgrades then as Erin and Angie dressed him, I set him to wake up in ten minutes.  We wheeled him back to his room where the social worker was waiting.  I told her that the damage was fixed and that he should wake up soon.  She nodded and pulled out her phone.  “Bob?”  “Yeah its Val.  The doc says that Jonnie Doe should wake up momentarily.”  “Good.  See you in a few.”  She looked at me and said, “The detective on the case is on his way.”

“Good.  I’m afraid that I am not as objective as I am supposed to be on cases like this.”

“Neither am I.  I have had this job for three years, I still can’t figure out why people beat up kids.”

“Who knows?  Anyway, I’m Tom.” I held out my hand.

“Val.”  She shook it.

“So what’s going to happen to Jonnie here?”

“All depends on if he can give us his name.  There will be an investigation to see if he can remain with his parents or not.  It is telling that there has been no missing child report.”

She looked over at the kid.  “This is the first time I have been to this clinic.  I like it, it is actually nicer than the main hospital downtown.”

“Thank you.  It was my idea.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s a long story.”

“We have another five to ten minutes until the detective gets here.”

“Okay.  Hmmm, well, I’m not bragging when I say that I am a medical prodigy.  Anyway, one of my girlfriends was very rich because her father had just died, so we found Doctor Angie and founded the George Thrupp Free Clinic.  I work here part time as a Medical Technician under Doctor Angie’s careful watch.”

“That explains why you didn’t put a ‘Doctor’ in front of your name.”

“Yes, we are very careful about that, practicing medicine without a license is a serious charge.  It’s funny that I can do it, just so I don’t claim to be a Doctor.”

“I noticed that most of Jonnie Doe’s bruises are gone, your work?”

“Yeah, I have perfected a medical massage therapy that speeds up healing.  Since I am not a Doctor, Doctor Angie is the only one who lets me do it though.”

“That is amazing.”

I grinned, “You should try it sometime.  There is a reason I have several girlfriends.”

She blushed.  At that moment Jonnie Doe woke up and said, “Where am I?”

Val ran over to the bed and said, “Hi.  I’m Val.  You are in a hospital.”

He looked around, settling his eyes on me.  “Who is he?”

“His name is Tom.  He works here.  Do you remember what happened to you?”

He got an angry and slightly frightened look.  “Yeah, my stepdad got laid off.  He was wailing on my mom and I tried to stop him.  That is that thing that I remember.”  He tensed up and looked around again.  “He isn’t here is he?”

“No.”  He relaxed.  “What is your name?”

“Paul.  Paul Renois.”

“Well, Paul.  You were found at the front door of Southbrook Mall.  That was five days ago.”

“Was my mom there too?”

“No.”  He looked close to tears.  “What is her address?  We’ll send over a police car right away to check on her.”

“12431 Grenada Ave.”

“And your stepdad’s name?”

“Biff Black.”

She flipped open her phone and hit redial.  “Bob?”  “Yeah, Val again.  The kid is awake.  Name is Paul Renois.  He says that his stepdad, Biff Black, beat him and his mother.  Address 12431 Grenada Avenue.”  “Right.”  “Good.”  She closed the phone.  “Paul, Detective Bob, who is on your case, is going to your house right now.”

“Good.  Tom, can I get out of bed?”

“Sure.  But we don’t have anything else for you to wear.”

“Fine.  I just want to hit the bathroom.”  He jumped up and dashed into the bathroom.

I went to the door and asked the EB there, “Marlys, is the clinic kitchen open right now?”

“No, sir.  Closed half an hour ago.”

“Then could you send someone over to TJ’s and grab a bag of tacos?”

“Yes, sir.”  She started murmuring into her phone.  I gave her a half hug and an ass squeeze and she near collapsed, but kept talking.  I went back into the room.  I knew that rejuv made people hungry, so I figured to get something into Paul before he got the bad news, either that his mom was badly injured, dead, or didn’t care enough to call the cops.

He had engulfed four tacos when Val’s phone rang.  “Hey.”  She listened for a few minutes. “Shit.”  “Let me know if her condition changes.”

I interrupted, “If they are taking her to the hospital, bring her here.”

She nodded, “Bob, the clinic here says to bring her here.”  “Uh-huh.”  “Okay.”  She hung up.  Paul was staring worriedly at her.  “Paul, they found your mom on the floor of the living room.  She apparently had been there for a long time, and is in bad shape.”  She pulled him into a hug.

I asked, “They bringing her here?”

“Yes.”

Without another word, I turned and headed down to ER.  I told the EB, “Get Angie, we have an ambulance coming into the ER.”  She nodded and began rapidly talking into her phone again.  Angie and Erin met me at the ER.  “We have the boy’s mother coming in.  She has been unconscious on the floor of her house alone for almost a week after being beaten.”

Two minutes later the ambulance arrived.  The EMT in back commented as they unloaded the gurney, “First time here.  Nice ER.”  His partner said, “I have been here once before.  They only take real emergencies where the patient may not make it to Rivercreek General.”

Paul’s mom was in bad shape, all of her wounds had partially healed, including the unset bones and smashed face.  She had lain on her side for over five days, and she had sores and blood pooling under the skin.  Not a pretty sight.  I checked her out and did some quick work, she had bled internally, but that had stopped a few days before, and the brain was bruised, which I fixed but left her turned off for now.  I whispered to Angie, “I stabilized her temporarily; we need to document then get her to the OR.”  She nodded.  We wheeled her into Exam 1, where Erin got to work removing her nearly shredded clothes.  She got out the emergency camera and started taking pictures, putting a crime ruler next to the fist marks on the chest for size comparisons.  The clothes went into evidence bags and we wheeled her into the OR.

Surprisingly there wasn’t much damage to the legs except for the blood pooling from lying on the floor for so long.  Some of the tissue was gangrenous, but I was able to fix that.  I fixed the broken pelvis, then moved up to the chest area.  There had been quite a bit of internal bleeding that had mostly reabsorbed at this point.  I had to reset and fix three ribs.  The spleen needed some quick repairs.  The shoulder was out of the socket and had been that way for several days.  That took some work.  I removed the muscles in the shoulder, reattached the arm, and recreated them.  Then I went through and reset and fixed all the broken bones in the arms, mostly defensive wounds.  Back on the chest I repaired all the bruising, also perking up the breasts a little.  She was one of those that began to sag like meal sacks and I found that disgusting.  The face took a little while, I had to rebuild everything from scratch on the face and regrow all the teeth.  Then I had Erin and Angie flip her over and I repaired all the bruising on the back.  She had a crushed vertebra that I also fixed.

Erin rolled her out after I set her to wake up in ten minutes.  I really felt this one.  I pulled Angie to me and hugged her, saying, “How can anyone do this to another person?”

A few minutes later, after Erin had given her a sponge bath and redressed her, I took Val and Paul to see her.  He asked, “Is she okay?”

“Yes.  She is now.  She’s just sleeping.  Why don’t you wake her up?”

He tentatively went over and shook her shoulder, “Mom, wake up!”

Her eyes popped open, “Paul, quick run before he comes back!” she whispered urgently.

“Mom, it’s okay.  You are in the hospital now.” 

She looked around and saw Erin, Val, and me.  She relaxed and asked, “How long?”

“Five days on the floor of your living room.”

“Crap.  And my loving husband?”

The Detective stepped into the room, “The subject of a manhunt.”

“Good.  Hope someone trips and accidentally on purpose shoots the bastard.”

“We should all be so lucky, Mrs. Black.”  He glanced over at me.  “I need to take statements.”  I got the message and left.

I had been thinking.  Here I had billions, and Mary’s poor family had absolutely nothing.  Barb and her formerly handicapped daughter had been in the same boat.  While throwing money around helped in Barb’s case, that wasn’t always a good solution.  I still remembered the parable, “Teach a man to fish...”  I wanted to do like I did with the house rentals in Aspen.  Build a large apartment complex with special apartments, made to be indestructible, that families and people could move into and have a permanent address while they get back on their feet, maybe have free food too.  I figured that it would cost several million to build and probably five to ten million a year to run, but that was a drop in the bucket.  I had purchased the defunct K-mart next door and the ten acres it was on last year.  It would be a perfect place to build a neighborhood.  Problem was that I was sending my architects to Colorado, I wondered if I could trust Mary’s dad, William, who was an architect according to her intake form.  He didn’t seem to have a job right now, especially if they were living in Mary’s hospital room.  I liked the guy, his honesty with Mary when she woke up was impressive.  I decided to go talk to him.

I knocked on Mary’s room door, then went in.  They were all watching TV.  Everyone looked up at me.  I gestured to William.  He got up and came over.  “William Ognow, can we speak for a minute?”  I led him out into the hall.

“What’s up?”

“Am I correct in assuming that you are between jobs right now?”

“Yes.”

“What type of architectural work do you do?”

“Mostly small buildings, a few stadiums.”

“Good.  I would like to discuss a project if you are interested.”

“Very interested.”

“Has your family eaten dinner yet?”

“No, a few bags of chips from the lounge.”

“Why don’t we all go get some Chinese food down in the mall, bringing the whole bunch.”

“That would be great.”

“I’ll have someone get some clothes for Mary, then we can go.”  I turned to the EB watching.  It was still Marlys.  “Marlys, could you have someone bring up a set of clothes.  Your size should be close enough, you think?”

“Yes, sir.  I think she’ll need bigger shoes though.  Joyce’s spare street shoes should fit.”  She pulled out her phone.  A minute later Joyce arrived with a pair of jeans, a blouse, and shoes.  “Sorry, no underwear.”

“Thanks, girls.”  I gave them each a one arm hug.  Then we went back into the room.  I handed the clothes to Mary.  Her dad said, “We are going to go get some dinner, Chinese.  Who’s interested?”

Mary was almost finished dressing already.  “I’m starving.”

I said, “Mary, you haven’t eaten in two weeks, your stomach has shrunk and is empty, you won’t be able to eat much.”  I had actually fixed the first problem, but there was nothing I could do about the second.

“I don’t care.”

We all headed down to the nearest Chinese restaurant.  Mary grabbed my arm and clung to it, her nostrils flaring as she surreptitiously sniffed me the whole way.  We ate a fairly large meal, man could Mary’s little brother pack it in.  Then I said, “Mr. Ognow, time for business.”  He turned to me.  “As you may have guessed, I am very rich.”

“That is fairly obvious.”

“Recently I have met several people in situations similar to yours.  Quite frankly it bothers me that I have everything, and others don’t even have food or a roof over their head.”  He nodded.

I told him about my apartments idea, including the large P.O. box area and lunch room.  I told him that as part of the package, he could design a head office with whatever type of house he wanted attached.

“I would be glad to take the job, beggars can’t be choosers and it sounds like a real project, but I lost everything in the fire, including my equipment.”

“There is a strip motel across the street from the site.”  I handed him five C notes.  Then I wrote a check for $10K.  “Get one room for you and your wife, one for the kids, and one for your office.  How soon can you have preliminary plans drawn?  We only have four months left to get the outside work done.”

Looking at the check, he said, “I’ll have the prelim drawings to you by Friday.  I’ll also take tomorrow to go check the zoning and property boundaries.”

“Good.  And I DO expect you to go overboard, put in parks, indoor pools, the whole works.  Also fence in the whole place with a large stone fence.  And quality is the key.  If there are two bolts, one for 3 cents and one for 3 dollars, and the 3 dollar one is better, use it.”

“I understand.”

“Now get Mary back upstairs, and you can go move into the motel.  It isn’t good for the kids or you to live in a hospital room.”

Chapter 41

I left the clinic and headed back to the estate.  I walked in to a pretty large celebration.  Apparently my girls had thrown me a big welcome back party.  There were hotties wandering all over the place.  There were even fireworks after dark.  All my younger girls came rushing over and gave me big hugs.  Sara and Eve first, then Dalila and Cierra.  They came in waves.  I didn’t get five feet from the front door in an hour.

Amanda and Mandy clung to me like limpets and cried constantly.  Alicia was more stoic, but she even shed a few tears of happiness as I came in.

Over the next few days I managed to get around and greet all my girls.  The EBs were all ecstatic, wiggling like puppies as they snuggled up to me in greeting.  I left quite a few of them slumped against a wall, semiconscious.  I sent the three EB architects to see Barb and design the new improved campground.  I also sent two of the five EB accountants to manage the civil purchases Barb and I had made.

That Friday, I met William at the site.  I brought one of the accounting girls with me.  He set up a card table in the middle of the old K-Mart and laid out his plans.  Not bad actually.  I changed one thing and added a few more items.  Then I introduced Yurta to him.  “William, this is Yurta.  She will be working with you.  If you need it, she will pay for it.”  They shook hands.  I looked at the plans.  “What’s the word with zoning?”

“Not a problem.  Since we are building a NPO, it is a business.  Since the K-Mart was here, it is zoned commercial.  I discussed it with the county office and they agree.”

“Good.  Get the crews working immediately.  Remember, I want the exteriors done before Winter.”

“Already talked to several companies.  Just awaiting the word to start demolition on this old building.  I talked to Angie over at your clinic next door.  We are putting in a connecting tunnel and common fencing.  The crews for that are ready to go.”

“Great!  Tell them that if they maintain quality but work fast, that there is a bonus.  I expect to pay more, so if there is a quicker way that doesn’t compromise safety or quality, use it.”

“I’ll go finish the contracts and get everyone going this afternoon.”

“Good, and for the record, I know standard fee is 6% for the architect.  I’ll pay you 10% because of the rush job.”

“No complaints here.  I lost everything.  I will swallow my pride and take whatever you offer.”  I shook his hand.

I took off, leaving him with Yurta.  She could go next door and catch a ride home at any time.

I checked in the next week.  The K-Mart was already gone, and several of the foundations were already dug.  It was good progress.  I told William so.  He nodded, but was too busy to talk.

Chapter 42

The next day I flew back out to see how Tina and Barb were doing.  Being as it was only a business trip, I just took two EBs that Ester assigned to me, Natalie I told to go visit her parents, and although she didn’t say anything, she looked unhappy over leaving me.  It was a bit of a surprise when I stepped off the plane and was greeted by several photographers and a big cheering crowd.  Two EBs that were greeting me stood around me glaring at the crowd.  Mary, Donna’s sister, said, “There was an article about you and what you did for the town in this morning’s paper.  And somehow your itinerary got leaked, probably by the airline.”

I waved, not knowing what else to do, as my security herded me to the black SUV.  They drove me, rapidly, out to the campgrounds.  They were building even faster than the crew in the city.  They already had the foundation poured for the main lodge and convenience store, and had the pits dug for the gas tanks.  The areas needed for the cabins were already cleared and the roads built.  I rapidly determined that they were doing great and didn’t need my input.  I had relaxed in my chair inside the RV (everyone was dressed with all the workers around), Tina was happily snuggled up to my leg while Barb sat on my lap and snuggled on my chest.

About two thirty in the afternoon, an EB stuck her head in the door.  “Sir, the mayor is here to see you.”

“Tell him I’ll be right out.”  I shooed the girls off of me and went outside.  He was standing over by the main lodge construction, watching the crews bury the electrical and telephone cables.  I went over and stood next to him.  “Mayor Perry, how can I help you?”

He instantly snapped into politician mode, grabbing my hand and shaking it.  “Mr. Malloy!  It is so nice to meet you!”

He spent the next twenty minutes spewing political rhetoric, that boiled down to: 1) He was personally glad and thanked me for putting my toe in (his words); 2) He would like me to come to town and do an appearance; and 3) He hinted at some sort of “favor” that he and city council wanted.

I said, “Mayor Perry, I would be glad to hear what the council has to say.  I am not much of a political person, but I will put in an appearance if you think it is important.”

All smiles, he arranged for me to meet with the council at ten the next morning, and for a press conference afterwards.  He scurried off, his mission a success.

That evening, I left a very happy bunch of ladies unconscious and twitching on the living room floor.  Barb, Tina, and six EBs.  The other five EBs were on duty.

The next morning I took Barb, Tina, and two EBs and headed for the county courthouse, where the council was meeting.  When I arrived, I was a little surprised that it was a closed meeting.  After we were all seated, and the “come to order” stuff was finished, the councilman in the center said, “Mr. Malloy.  We understand that you like to be direct.  So, first of all, thank you from all of us for your financial backing.  Your assistance to Barb here saved our city from being converted from the tourist resort it now is to a tourist trap.”

I nodded.  I had read the newspaper article, and it didn’t mention that I had done it just for fun to piss off Quentin.

“Quite frankly, we are here today to ask you to do it again.”

I raised an eyebrow.  I was out of pocket over $600 million.

“The assets of Quentin Cove’s corporation, ‘Aspen Companies’, have been frozen.  We would like you to buy him out.”

“Sir, you do realize that we are discussing over 4000 acres of land, over 40 businesses, three ski resorts, and over 1000 homes?  Quentin said that he had spent over half a billion dollars acquiring the land.”

The council looked a little embarrassed, several of them turned a little red and hung their heads.  “Yes, Mr. Malloy, we are aware of the magnitude of the problem.”

I thought quickly.  I really liked the town and the people, and it was only the result of a half-hour’s work on my part.  “I will do it under two conditions.  One, I will pay the $500 million, not a penny more.  Second, no local property taxes on any of it for ten years.  Businesses will pay tax normally, but no property tax.”

They whispered rapidly amongst themselves.  “We agree to the second part.  Mr. Hovington, do the investors agree to the first part?”

A small man seated in the corner spoke up.  “Yes, sir, we do.”

“Then, Mr. Malloy, you have a deal.  You mentioned businesses.  From that we assume that you plan to reopen the businesses closed by Mr. Cove?”

“The ski resorts anyway.  After all, this is Aspen.  I will evaluate each of the other businesses on an individual basis.  Same with the individual homes that are standing empty.  If there are any people still living in them, I offer the same deal that everyone else got.”

One of the council members got up and started cheering, soon all of them joined in.  I realized that it would completely revitalize their economy, that was why they were so happy.  The Democrat way – throw money at it, create jobs, then everyone except the penny pincher Republicans are happy, unless you are spending the money on their businesses, then they are happy too.

I assumed the meeting was over, so I went over to Mr. Hovington.  “So, how much did I overspend?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on now, you agreed too fast.  What was your bottom line?”

He muttered, “$200 million”.

“Wow.  Well, thank you for being honest.”

I noticed that the council members were filing out, so I followed them.  There was a press conference outside.  The head speaker was whispering to the Mayor, who was standing behind the podium, about to step up.  He nodded, and looked around to make sure everyone was seated.  I was waved to a chair next to the podium.

The Mayor got up, “The reason I have called this press conference is to announce a deal brokered between the city of Aspen and Mr. Tom Malloy.  In an agreement just made, he will purchase the land and businesses formerly acquired by the ‘Aspen Companies’ owned by Quentin Cove.  Several of the businesses will be reopened.”  He went on talking about the jobs that would be created and the stimulus it would bring the local economy.  He ended with the usual, “Any Questions?”

A reporter stood up. She asked, “Mr. Malloy.  We have all read about how you stopped the takeover of the town by Mr. Cove.  Many of us are wondering... why are you doing this?  You don’t even live here.”

The mayor looked over at me.  I got up and went to the podium as he stepped back.  “Miss, the answer to that is very simple.  I like it here.  And I will be a part time resident over at the Farling Campgrounds.  Maybe even learn to ski this winter.”

She was persistent, and the other reporters didn’t interrupt which meant that she was respected, so I waited for her response.  “Sir, you have spent millions, how can you justify that kind of expense on a place you ‘like’?”

“With respect to some of my banker friends, what good is money that just sits in the bank?  When my good friend Barb Farling pointed out the nuisance Mr. Cove was being, I considered it a good investment.  I have offered to let the people who sold to me buy back their land at cost, so I will recover a good portion of what I spent.  I consider it an investment in the community.  Like I said, I like it here.  Sooner or later I will build a house in the community, and I want it to still be here when I do.”

I actually got applause for that one.  “I am immediately reopening the three ski resorts closed by Mr. Cove.  The extra tourists they will bring to town will help several of the other businesses and we all make money.  I consider that a good thing.”

I got more applause.  “Now, let us all go sign this deal.  Because if I know Mr. Cove, the closed resorts will require a lot of work to get them ready for this Winter, and I want to get started.”

They were cheering and whistling as I shook the Mayor’s hand, then sat down.  Of course there was another half hour of rhetoric, then we got down to business.  The contract lawyers were having a field day, it still took them until six that evening to draw up the contract between the city, the investors, and me.

The next morning we had a little ceremony and everyone signed.  I presented a dummy check (the true money was being transferred via bank wire) to the investor representative Mr. Hovington.  After signing, I owned 90% of the buildings in town, 95% of the ones that weren’t municipal.

Zandy recommended a friend of hers from college who was a local lawyer, so I headed over to see Amy Cox.  She had married her high school boyfriend after college, but he had been killed in a car accident a year later.  Zandy said that Amy had dropped off the face of the Earth afterwards, but that Amy apparently still was practicing contract law according to the Colorado Bar association.

The house was a dive.  I double checked the address.  It was the right one.  The grass hadn’t been mowed in months.  One of the windows was boarded over and the roof needed a new shingle or two.  When we got to the door, there was a note.  “Please call XXX-XXX-3261 for inquires.”  I called the number on the door.  I heard it ring next door.  A lady answered.  “Hello.”

“Hello, we are looking for Amy Cox.”

“Personal or Professional?”

“Both.  We were referred by an old college buddy of hers, Zandy Franks.”

“Well, Amy’s health hasn’t been all that great since the accident.  She has been in the Hospital for the last two months.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.  We will go see her there.  Thank you.”

“Tell her ‘hi’ from Gwen.”

“Will do.”

I went over to the local hospital.  I was directed to Long Term Care, room 311.  Going into the room, I could see why Amy was there.  She was missing both her legs, one of her arms was shaped funny, and she was so skinny it was painful to look at her.  Her face, once pretty, was disfigured by a large scar that bisected an eye which was covered.  She was awake though and asked, “Who are you?”

“Hi, a mutual friend recommended you as a lawyer.”

She actually giggled.  “I’m not exactly able to work much right now.  Who’s our mutual friend?”

“Zandy Franks.”

“Oh!  How is she?”

“It is a long story, but she got cured and is now the proud mother of two.”

She gave me a funny look.  “Since when did they find a cure for MS?”

“Since I came up with it.  Like I said, a long story.  Let me call Zandy, and she can explain it.”  I called Zandy, setting up the video so Amy could see her.

Zandy took one look and said, “Amy?  What happened to you, girl?”

“I was in that accident with Fred.  I was too embarrassed to tell anyone.  But what happened to you?  Damn girl, you look good.  Do you really have two kids now?”

“Yup, Jocelyn and Evelyn.”  She held pictures up to the screen.

Amy broke down crying.  Neither Zandy nor I could get another word out of her.  I told Zandy, “Book an immediate flight out here.  You need to be with your friend.”  Zandy nodded and hung up.

Four hours later, I picked Zandy up at the airport.  I took her straight to the hospital.  Before she went in, I said, “Convince her to check out of here so we can fix her up.”  Zandy nodded and went into the room.  I waited in the waiting room down the hall.

A few hours later, Zandy came in.  “I think I have her persuaded.  She is really scared to leave because she needs special food and dialysis on a regular basis, and she won’t survive long without it.  She doesn’t believe she can be fixed up, but she is to the point of not caring if she survives or not.”

“Maybe just ask her to come with you for an afternoon.  She just needs to be away from here for a few hours in some secluded spot, best if she was at the RV where we have security.”

“That I can do.  How about if I ask her to come out and watch the sunset with me?”

“Perfect.  There is a perfect view from a cliff on the campgrounds.”

“Back in a minute.”  She took off down the hall.  She was back in her minute.  “She likes that idea.  Meet us at the entrance in fifteen-twenty minutes.”

We loaded her into the SUV, then, making sure no one was looking, I shut her off and did some quick repairs to her innards, rebuilding her kidneys, gall bladder, and damaged liver.  I also transferred over ten pounds of my body fat.  Because it was so horrible looking, I repaired her face, removing the big scar and regenerating the eye.  She was quite the beautiful woman.  Then we all piled in to the SUV and headed for the nearest grocery store.  Zandy and one of the two EBs ran inside and picked up two full beefsteaks, about 60 lbs worth.  They tossed them in the back of the SUV to warm up as we headed out to the campgrounds and the RV.  It was an hour to sunset, so I told Zandy to set up two chairs on the cliff to watch the sunset.

Taking a beefsteak apiece, I regenerated Amy’s legs, fixing her ovaries and uterus as I attached them.  Moving up I took the remainder of the beefsteaks and fixed up the messed up arm and added body fat, rejuving her to about 19 years old while I did so.  Once the fat was restored, she had nice perky tits so I left them.  I went through and did all the standard enhancements.  Then I carried her to the chair and set her to wake up naturally in a few minutes.  There was still about fifteen minutes until sunset.  I stepped back as Zandy sat in the other chair and grinning, nudged Amy on the shoulder.  “Wake up sleepyhead, you are going to miss it.”

“Oh, sorry.”  She arranged herself in the chair as she watched the orange sun go down.  I counted backwards, three, two, one...  and Amy jumped in her chair.  Suddenly the sunset wasn’t what her eyes were focused on, as she stared at her legs.  Carefully she wiggled her toes.  Then she realized that she was gripping the chair normally and held up her left arm which looked normal now.  She slowly brought it to her face and felt her cheek, feeling up until her hand was over her new left eye.  She moved it away, then back, then away.  She looked over at the grinning Zandy.  “How...”

“I told you we could fix you up, but you didn’t believe me.  Believe me now?”

“Holy shit Zandy!  I almost still don’t believe it!  This is way beyond all medical technology I have ever heard about.”

“It’s a form of rapid growth cloning.”  That was the official explanation.  “It is very hush-hush, so don’t tell anyone.”

“How the heck am I not going to be able to tell anyone?  Everyone here knows that I was badly injured.”

“Tell them that they are prosthetics, cosmetic surgery, and makeup.  That’s what I do.  It’ll work, people only see what they want to see.”

“I suppose.  Don’t have much choice.  Worth it to get my legs back.”

“So now that you are up and at ‘em again, willing to do some work for my boss?”

“Yeah, but I am going to need a few days to get organized.  It has been a while.  I tried to continue my law practice after the accident, but my health was so bad that I couldn’t keep up.”

“He needs someone to manage the day to day on some rental property he just came into possession of.”

“Some rental property... say, you don’t mean Tom Malloy do you?”

“You’ve heard of him?”

“Hell yeah!  He’s famous around here.  He saved the whole town from being bought out and sold to an Indian tribe for a casino.   He did it by beating the guy doing it to the punch and bought the whole town himself.  So that was the cute guy that stopped by and visited me this morning!  Tell me, is he single?”

“Sort of.”

“‘Sort of’?  How does that work?”

“He’s officially single; unofficially he has about fifty wives and about 800 mistresses.”

“You have got to be kidding.”

“No I’m not.”  Zandy held out her left hand with the ring.

“Ooh girl!  So he is the lucky dad, huh?”

“Yes.  He has close to a thousand kids too.”

“How do you take being one in a bucket of so many?”

“Spend ten minutes with him sometime, and you don’t give a damn how many kids, wives, or mistresses he has – you just desperately want to be one of them.  And, let me tell you, after five years, that feeling never goes away.  And my time spent hanging out with his other wives has been the best time of my life.  I just wished that you and Carmine were there with me.”

Smiling, I slipped away as they started to talk about their college years.  Good, I could leave the housing contract in her hands.  I went back to the RV and threw some chicken breasts on the grill.

It was getting chilly and dark by the time the two of them came back to the RV.  Amy was wearing some clothes she obviously borrowed from Zandy.  I had two freshly grilled chicken breasts with a big helping of potato salad sitting waiting for the two of them.  Amy looked at me and said, “Real food.  Can I handle it now?”

“Sure.  Just remember that you need to ease into it, you haven’t eaten anything for quite a while.”  She nodded and sat down at the table, immediately grabbing a fork and scarfing down the food. 

Afterwards, I was sitting in my chair watching TV, Tina at my left knee, the rest of the girls scattered around, when Amy came up and sat in my lap.  She said, “Zandy says that I need to sit in your lap for ten minutes.”

“Sure.”

She sat there stiffly for a minute, nostrils flaring as she caught my scent.  The second minute she slowly relaxed against me, the third she was snuggling into my chest, the fourth she was mewing like a kitten as she did so.  Zandy just sat on the couch and watched with a big smile.  A good hour later Amy said, “Damn, Zandy, I see what you mean.  I don’t care about anything, I just want to sit here forever.  I haven’t been this happy since before Fred died.”

“Yeah.  Anyway, we need to go back and check you out of the hospital and pay your bill.  We can come back here and crash afterwards, then see about getting your house up and running again tomorrow morning.”

Amy reluctantly got up.  I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and she sighed.

We were just settling down to bed when they returned.  Amy and Zandy both stripped down and climbed into bed with Barb, Tina, an EB and me.  She happily spooned Barb while Zandy spooned her.  The last I saw that evening she was fast asleep with a big smile on her face.

The next morning I awoke to Amy pole sitting, collapsing a few minutes later while exclaiming, “I love you!”  I pulled Tina into the shower where she had an attack of the giggles as we soaped each other up.  I left her collapsed in the shower stall with man juice dripping down her leg.

By that afternoon Amy had rented a temporary office in town, saying that her long term plans were to live with Barb and Tina and have an office at the lodge.  She sold the house to her neighbor for $1, telling Gwen that she would move her stuff out when the new place was finished being built.

We put a big full page ad in the paper, asking for résumés of people interested in working at the three ski lodges, the four convenience stores, six hotels, twelve restaurants, two drug stores, or the bowling alley that I now owned.  We needed everyone, management to shoe boys.  The places needed serious work if they were going to be ready for the tourist season in four months. 

There were several more places, but they were in such a state of ill repair that I had them torn down immediately so there would be no safety issues.  I also had to tear down a good three quarters of the houses because they were so bad.  Heck, Quentin had done no maintenance, buying up entire neighborhoods and just shutting everything off, not even draining pipes for winter storage.  It was really sad to see all that waste.  The destruction business boomed for a while, tearing all the places down.  There were tons of scrap that we bought back to fix up everything else.

Anyway, the initial interviews were done in a week.  Amy was firmly busy and even had several assistants, so Zandy and I headed back home to check up on things there.

Chapter 43

William Ognow was a miracle worker.  He had the fence up, the roads in place, and all the foundations poured already by the time I got back.  Construction crews were busy pre-framing, building the framing to be put into place when the cement was dry.

Mary was happy to see me, she ran over and hugged me tight.  I gave her a squeeze in return and she sighed happily.  I looked around, Mary following like a lost puppy, and everything appeared to be in order.  I headed over to the clinic to see what needed to be done there.  I told Mary that she could come, but she had to tell a parent first.  She nodded, ran off for a minute, then was back.

Angie had the usual list of patients to be examined.  I put on my white jacket, found a candy striper outfit for Mary, and then headed for the first room on my list.  It was a twelve year old girl who was clutching a man’s hand, probably her father.  The chart said “possible ectopic pregnancy”.  I smiled and placed my hand on her belly.  Sure enough.  Unfortunately, the embryo was malformed and had also destroyed her ovaries.  I was forced to delete the embryo and then I repaired the damage, adding the protective contraceptive blocks, setting them to go away automatically in seven years.  There didn’t seem to be any friction, especially since she was holding his hand tightly, even after I fixed the problem and the pain was gone.  Since it seemed that the sex was consensual, I let them be.

In the next room was a cop with a shattered shoulder from a gunshot.  It had been surgically repaired, but there were limits to surgery.  I repaired it under the guise of a therapeutic massage.  As she exclaimed, “Wow!  That was one hell of a massage!” and lifted her arm up, I smiled and headed to the next room.

Val was there with a small girl, perhaps two years old lying unconscious on the bed.  I went in, said, “Hi Val!  What’s the story here?”  I picked up the chart, it was still blank.  They had just arrived.

“Hi Tom.  Another kid found unconscious.  This time next to the freeway.”

“Wonderful.”  I went over and started an exam.  She had multiple broken bones, bleeding in the brain and abdomen, and had FAS.  I fixed the internal injuries immediately and then I wrote it all on the chart.  “It appears that she was not beaten, but she did fall out of a car.  She has FAS as well.”

“How could someone not notice her falling out of a car?”

“I don’t know, but her injuries are consistent with that.  The type of contusions she has show that she rolled for a while, it wasn’t a direct fall like you would have from a building.”

I went on, “Fortunately we can fix her injuries and I have an experimental treatment for FAS.  I’ll schedule her for the OR ASAP.”

She nodded.

Erin was supervising me today, she nodded and said, “How about 2:30?”  It was now just after eleven.  I said, “Make it 12:30, if possible.”  She nodded.

I smiled and said, “Val, I will see you after the surgery.”  She nodded as well.

The last room was an off the books fix for Taymen.  One of his UCs got shot up pretty bad, Angie had patched him up, but he was needed whole again right away.  He was unconscious, so I quickly fixed him up, erasing all the scars as well.

It wasn’t until I finished I realized Mary was still standing behind me with Erin, watching.  I looked at Mary and said, “How I do this is top secret, you understand?”

She grinned and said, “Sure.  I thought it was something like that.” She gestured towards the unconscious agent.  “Thanks for making up that story for my dad though.  He would have gone nuts if he knew what you really did.  That is a really cool ability.  Thank you for using it on me.”  She gave me a big hug.  “I really like it here.  Can I work here?”

“You can candy stripe if you want.”

“Thank you.”

I went downstairs and got some lunch.  Then it was time to fix the little girl.  I went and scrubbed in with Angie, giving her a big hug and smooch first.

Erin had the girl on the table when we got in.  I quickly went over her and fixed the broken bones and bruising.  Then I went deep and repaired her DNA, fixing the FAS.  It didn’t take long since she was so small.  I set her to wake up in the usual ten minutes, and went with Erin back to the room.

Val was waiting there.  She took one look and said, “I don’t know how you do it...”

I smiled and said, “Like I said, a special massage.  Any time you want one...”

“You also said you have a lot of girlfriends because of them.”

“That is true.”

“You know what?  My boyfriend dumped me last week, so I think I’ll take you up on that.”

I was surprised.  I was just flirting, but if she wanted one... “Right after we take care of Jane Doe here.”

“Cool.”  She looked like she was actually looking forward to it.

At that point the girl woke up, looked around, and started crying, scared.  Val glanced at me, I nodded and she gathered the girl up in her arms and did the pat her back with the “shhh” noise.  It took a while, but the girl calmed down.

Val asked, “What is your name?”

The girl murmured, “Betsy!”

“Betsy, Do you know your big name?”

“Betsy ‘illams!”  I wrote the name down on her chart.  Holding Betsy in her left arm, Val called the detective again.  “Bob?”  “Val here.  The girl says her name is Betsy Williams.  The injuries appear to be from falling from a moving vehicle.”  “Um-hum.”  “Yes.”  “No.”  “I’ll ask.”  She looked at me.  “Tom, how long does she need to stay here?”

“As long as you need her here.  There is a 24 hour daycare downstairs too.”  We had added that since we had so many kids in the clinic, either as patients or as family members.

“I like that answer.”  She smiled.  She spoke into the phone, “Ready whenever you need her, Bob.”  “’K”  “Thanks.”  “Yeah, Bye.”  “Tom, I think we should bring her down to the daycare for now.  Detective Bob is looking for her family.”

I nodded.  “Follow me.”  I led her downstairs to the daycare.  It was run by EBs, half the kids were their own.  The daycare had taken over the empty store next to the clinic and there was a simple fire door between the two.

Val left Betsy there.  Then she turned to me and said, “You owe me a massage.”

“Yes, I do.”  I led her to an exam room and said, “Sit or lay down on the table.”

She sat down.  I went behind her and gently laid my hands on her shoulders, then activated every pleasure nerve I could.  She stiffened and passed out.  I went over her, making the cheerleader and law enforcement changes and fixing a few medical issues.  I also repaired her appendix scar while giving her back her appendix.  She was really pretty lying there with a big smile on her face.  I set her to a normal sleep, then I gently shook her.  Her eyes popped open and she exclaimed, “Wow!”

“You enjoy that?”

“I feel fantastic!”  She hopped off the table and flexed her legs.  “Thank you!”  And she gave me a hug.  That was all it took for her to get a good whiff of me.  She immediately nuzzled herself into my chest.  “Hmmm, I see why you have so many girlfriends!  Damn, I feel so safe, secure, loved, and horny all at the same time.  I could hug you until eternity.”

Since I really enjoy being hugged, I let her be for about five minutes.  Then I gave her a kiss on the forehead and she shuddered in an orgasm.  I asked, “Why on earth would a guy leave a fantastic woman like you?”

“I wanted kids, he didn’t.”

“Well, don’t worry about that, I give my girls all the kids that they want.”

“Ooh! Does that mean I can be one of your girls then?”

“Of course!”

“You know, I never thought I would say this, but I am looking forward to meeting some of your other girls.”

“Let’s see, you have met Angie and Erin.  And all the security guards here, plus the ladies who run the daycare.”

“All of them?”

“Yup.”

“Wow.”

“There are a few more you haven’t met, but those are most of the ones around here.”  I said, “Now, I have to get going.  I am due back home.  After work today why don’t you stop by?”  I gave her a card with the address.  “All your new sisters will be happy to meet you.”

She quivered.  “I like the sound of that.  My sisters.  Yes.”

I opened the door so the EB would hear, “Don’t worry about Betsy, she will be taken care of.”

I left her standing there smiling and headed for my office to get rid of my white medical jacket.  Hmmm, one message.  Frank Taymen wanted me to call.

Chapter 44

As I climbed into the back of the SUV for the cavalcade home, I called Taymen on my cell.

“Taymen.”

“Hey Frank, you wanted me to call?”

“Hi Tom.  Question: What the hell did you do in Colorado?”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard that you bought the city of Aspen?!?!”

“In a way.  Why? What’s up?”

“You know that when you blow that much money, an investigation is automatically started, don’t you?  Every agency is talking about it.”

“I don’t have anything to hide unless they really poke into my personal life.  All the money is legit.  They aren’t going to pull an Ester on me are they?”

“Unless another agent wants to ruin their career, no.  Just keep an eye out.”

“Gotcha.”

“Now, on a more local issue.  I was wondering if you would be able to help on an op tomorrow.  As an EMT.  Going up against someone nasty and my guys are likely to get hurt.”

“Sure.  My security will go nuts, but I’ll do it.”

“Tell them you will be kept back from the action.  I certainly don’t want to be on Ester’s or Alicia’s bad sides.  Gives me the willies just thinking about it.”  He was silent for a second.  “And number three.  Andrew graduates on Thursday.  He really wanted you to be there.”

“Of course.  What’s he doing after school?”

“He said he was going to FLETC.  Wanted to follow the family tradition.  I also have a sneaking suspicion he is going to propose to Paula after graduation.”

“Really?  Cool.”

“See you tomorrow around nine.”

“See you.”

The next morning, a DEA agent came to the door, dressed as an EMT.  I had met him before, having patched him up a year previously, so I knew who he was.  He had two EMT jackets with him in an ambulance.  I put one on, and Alicia and Ester insisted that I bring Tami, a really hot Nordic Blonde, so she put one on too.  I was a little surprised that Ester hadn’t insisted on going herself.  Tami must be pretty damn good if Ester sent her in her place.  Funny, she looked like a bubbly cheerleader.

At a quarter to eight we pulled up and parked on a street in the warehouse district.  The agent had an earwig and listened for a minute.  “Tom, Tami, we got here a few minutes early.  Relax for a few minutes.”

After a minute of silence, I asked, “Dave, am I allowed to know who we are going up against?”

“Let’s just say that one of the cartels has set up a distribution hub in a warehouse a block from here.  This is a joint DEA and ICE operation.”

“ICE, shit.  That means human trafficking.  I hate human traffickers.”

“Don’t we all.”  He held a finger to his earwig.  “The assault is starting now.” 

There was the distant sound of gunfire and several loud bangs.  The gunfire continued for several minutes.  Suddenly there was a huge explosion, rattling the truck and shattering windows.

I exclaimed, “Holy shit, what was that?”

Dave said, “I can’t make out much, but the warehouse must have been booby trapped, we need to get over there now.”  He started the ambulance, flipping on the lights and drove around the corner.  We could see the warehouse, it was leveled.  Agents were lying everywhere, many of them not moving.

I jumped out of the vehicle, ran over to the first agent.  He was breathing.  A quick scan indicated that he had minor internal bleeding.  I quickly fixed it, then ran to the next guy.  I wasn’t taking the time to fully repair everyone, just enough to save their lives, if possible.  The second agent was dead.  I ran from agent to agent, repairing the innards, not worrying about anything else.

I had just pulled a large piece of shrapnel from the chest of a female agent and was quickly repairing the puncture wound, when I heard a loud “crack, crack, crack, crack” next to me as Tami fired her weapon.  Glancing up I saw four guys with AK-47s go down.  They were emerging from what looked like a bomb shelter.  I finished Agent Cathy’s chest wound, then moved on.  Tami kept me covered.

I lost count of the agents I had repaired and the agents I couldn’t repair.  It became one big blur.  I found Taymen himself trapped under a pile of sheet metal.  His right leg was severed just below the knee.  His accelerated healing had already sealed the stump.  He was awake and helped me lever the sheet metal off of him.  I said, “I am busy, but I will fix that leg later.” 

He nodded and said, “Thank god I was fast enough to dodge the main pile of sheet metal.  Ironic I was shielded from the blast by the sheet metal.”

“Tami here took out four of them, but I don’t know how many of the bad guys or agents are left.  I am just doing emergency repairs, but there are a lot of dead.”

He nodded again.  “Please just do what you can.  We can worry about things like my foot later.  This is a fucking disaster.”  I figured he was in shock but would be alright.

I continued to go through in a basic grid search, but most of the agents who had been inside the warehouse were beyond repair.  I reached the far side and began to find more barely alive who had been behind the warehouse.

By the time the real EMTs had arrived, I had done all I could.  I was running on adrenalin, heck I had consciously been continuously dumping it into my system, and knew that I needed a rest before I collapsed.  I said as much to Tami, who whipped out her phone.  Two minutes later, one of the black SUVs pulled up.  It must have been nearby; Ester had probably been shadowing the Ambulance.  I climbed in and was snoring ten seconds later.

Tami was in a state of awe.  Master had saved the lives of all those good people!  And he had trusted her to help.  She had been having minor orgasms over the thought for the past hour.  Her pussy had been leaking down her leg almost the whole time that they were there.  When she called in the backup, she needed to collapse as much as Master, her knees were so weak. 

Ten hours later, around nine in the evening, I awoke.  I was home, in bed.  Angie and Erin both were hovering.  I sat up, took both of their hands and pulled them into a big hug.  “Damn, I love you all so much.”  I felt emotional, and very happy to be alive.  I lifted Erin, then lowered her down, impaling her all the way to the hilt.  She rode me like a beautiful cowgirl while I made out with Angie.  A little bit of precum and Erin was orgasming like there was no tomorrow.  As I shot up deep into her she froze then collapsed, passing out.  Angie was seven months pregnant, so straight sex was out of the question, but I ate her out and soon she collapsed next to Erin.  Thus invigorated, I hopped out of bed.  Natalie quickly licked me clean and then I headed down to the kitchen. 

Amanda, Mandy, Leslie, Alicia, Ester, and Tami were in the kitchen.  As I grabbed some leftover beef stew, I asked, “What’s the news?”

Leslie said, “It is the worst law enforcement disaster in state history; 78 agents dead, 67 agents in the hospital.  As far as anyone can determine, the only cartel survivors were the four that Tami shot.  They are still going over the site, but there seem to be no other casualties.  Fortunately, the cartel was between shipments of illegals.”

Tami said, “Of those 67 in the hospital, 65 are ones that you worked on.  They must have found two more survivors under the debris that we missed.”

I felt a little guilty, but I knew it was survivor’s guilt.  “What the hell happened anyway?”

Ester replied, “The news just says that the warehouse was wired to explode, not how or why.”

“Damn.  Has Taymen called?”

“Not yet.  They probably had to reopen the leg and tie off the nerves.  More likely than not he is sedated and sleeping right now.”

“Well, we can’t go fixing everyone in the hospital.  Same reason as always.  We will cycle the injured through the clinic like usual and fix things.  I’d love to go over there and repair everyone, but that just isn’t an option.”  I realized I was babbling a little and shut up.

I finished my stew, wrapped my arms around the Thrupp twins, and said, “I need a nice long soak in the hot tub, anyone care to join me?”  Of course, they all did.

Over the next month there were several projects.  We cycled the agents through the clinic to get fixed up before their yearly law enforcement physicals.  Construction was going fast on the new shelter, and the new businesses in Aspen started getting organized and reopening.

The first agent from the disaster to come through was Taymen.  He admitted that he had scheduled himself first out of a slight selfishness.  He wanted off of the crutches.  As I restored his leg using two large hams for biomass, he said that all except the two we missed were already home, although there were a lot of serious external injuries, that there were no serious internal ones.

That Thursday, Andrew graduated from State.  Sure enough, as soon as we all hit the restaurant to celebrate, Andrew got down on one knee and proposed to Paula.  She squealed, clapped her hands and started jumping around.  The two EBs with me, who were good friends with Paula, joined her.

Andrew looked at his parents and said, “I guess that means yes.”  His father Frank chuckled.  I would have given him the Law Enforcement upgrades, except that I had long ago done so for both him and Paula.  I did give her a hug and extended her birth control for another three years.

We enjoyed a nice graduation/engagement dinner.

Three weeks later was the grand opening of the shelter.  It had a women’s dormitory and a men’s dormitory, built on the quad system with four individual rooms, a common room with a common bath.  Behind it were several rows of row houses for families.  Next spring there would be a small park with pool, basketball court and large playground.  There was a large cafeteria with free food on trays twice a day, similar to schools.  Next to the cafeteria was a post office with P.O. boxes for all the units plus 200 extra P.O. boxes.

Everything was built with concrete and brick.  If someone started a fire or was just too disgusting, it would not affect the other residents.  The strict rule was no drugs.  Period.  If someone toked up or had drugs inside the complex, they were immediately dismissed. 

By the second day of operation, the dormitories were 80% full.  Half the family units were taken.  I thought it was a little sad that so many people were is such need.

For security, I asked Ester if she wanted to handle it, or if we should use outside help.  She said that the EBs could handle it, like they were handling the clinic.  She designed and built a security office with a regular police sub-station next to it that had free food, donuts, coffee, and large screen TV.  The local police loved it and hung out there all the time.

The Ognows were the local caretakers of the complex.  At the end of August Mary Ognow wanted to join the September class of EBs.  That caused some friction, but she was 18 and told her parents that she was taking the intensive training class and that was that.  She was in the lineup of EB recruits as I went down the line and inducted them in with the physical upgrades and cortical suppression.

After inducting the class, I flew out to Aspen to see how things were going.  The local economy had picked up a bit, the airport was fancied up and a lot busier, and it wasn’t even tourist season yet.  Amy and Barb picked Natalie and me up at the airport, Tina was in school, of course.  We drove through the revitalized section of town.  Every business there was open, but there were a lot of empty lots since we had had to tear down a lot of decrepit buildings.

The convenience store and lodge was complete.  It was huge.  The convenience store was a huge open air with a partial second story.  A set of stairs in the back led to the attached lodge with Barb and Amy’s living quarters, EB quarters, and 10 guest rooms all off of a three story open air central lounge room with big fireplace that doubled as a dining area.  There was an indoor pool as well.  It was beautiful.

I herded the two ladies upstairs to the master quarters.  I sat in the central chair and they quickly undressed and each sat on a knee.  While Natalie undressed me, I made out with Barb and Amy.  Soon Amy slid over and pole sat, biting her lip in delight.  As she collapsed to the side with a full belly ten minutes later, Barb took her place.  Soon she arched her back in utter ecstasy and collapsed next to Amy.  Natalie eagerly licked me clean then happily snuggled up to my right leg.  I dozed off.

Chapter 45

When I woke up a few hours later, Barb and Amy were still out of it, and both Natalie and Tina were snuggling one of my legs each.  I counted three EBs in the corners standing guard.  I looked back down and noticed that Natalie was reading a letter.

“Hey Nat, what’s that?”

“Oh, Master, it’s a letter from my agent.  Apparently there have been a lot of rumors about my disappearance.  Also, it seems that someone broke into my house and stole some things.  And there is an offer from a major studio for a part.  She is getting a bit frazzled.”

I hadn’t realized that everything was still up in the air, even after several years.  Also, I had never been to Los Angeles.  “Maybe we should fly out tomorrow morning and take care of everything.”

“Master, that would be wonderful!”

I looked up at one of the EBs.  “Joan, could you take me to the security office, please?”

She led me to a bunker under the building.  There were large security monitors covering everything, including the main lodge.  Must have been an interesting video feed.  I had the duty EB punch up the main office back home.  Ester popped up on the screen.

“Ester, Natalie and I need to go to Hollywood and take care of a few things.  I want you, Amanda, Mandy, and Leslie to join us.”  Mandy had just given birth and both the Thrupp twins were hot and raring to go.  Ester hadn’t been on vacation since she arrived, and Leslie was always just fun to travel with.

“Leslie is in the middle of an investigation at work.  Do you still want her?”

“Of course I want her, but if she is busy, next time will be okay.  Just the four of you then.  If any of my EBs are movie buffs, use them for security.”

“Good idea, Master.  We will meet you at LAX then.”

We took off the next morning.  I was curious, so I asked Natalie, “Do you ever miss being a big star?”

She was immediately serious.  “Master, I don’t miss being a star, but I miss acting.  I really enjoyed it.  I have no regrets, but I feel a bit guilty about leaving all my support people in a lurch.  It was a bit selfish of me to do so.”

“Natalie, honey, I am proud of you.  And we will see about the acting.  I think it would be good for you to occasionally do a show or movie.  And you need to get on Facebook and talk to your fans once in a while.”

“Master, I would love to do another movie or two, but I don’t want to be away from you.”

“Then I will just have to produce them and be there with you.”  I gave her a grin.

“Really?” she shrieked.  “Oh, Master, I love you so much!”  With that she gave me a big hug.  I didn’t think anything of it, just sat and enjoyed the hug, until the Flight Attendant came over and asked her to please take her seat.  Somehow, without my noticing it, Natalie had unbuckled.  She quickly buckled back in for landing.

As we came down the ramp, I was mobbed by Ester, Amanda, and Mandy.  I saw several of the other passengers disembarking giving me envious looks.  The two EB security types who were UC as passengers sent envious glances my way, but they stuck to their duties and kept a stern eye out.  I winked at Mary (the older) who had flown in with us and she gave a slight smile as she continued scanning the crowd.

A few people were staring.  I saw a paparazzi hiding in a nook across the concourse with a big telephoto taking pictures.  We had expected that and I had told Ester to allow it (although she was still giving the guy the “look” and I saw an EB close to him ready to take him out).  Part of our visit was to stop people from thinking Natalie had disappeared.  A front page in the Star or Enquirer would help alleviate that.

Waiting at the curb were the ubiquitous black SUVs.  One of these days I was going to have to ask the security types why they like them so much.  We rode for quite a while, finally pulling into a mansion.  The place was beautiful, the only strange thing was the pink paint on the buildings.  I asked Natalie, “Holy crap!  How many people besides you live here?”

“Just my maid and her daughter, officially.  Actually there is usually a ‘friend’ or two hanging around.  My manager used to stay here a lot until she got her rejuv from you and took off on her own career.”

“Does your maid still live here?  It has been years since you were last here.”

“I hope so.  She was one of the few real friends I had.  I sent her a long letter when I went in for EB training telling her that she could stay as long as she wanted.  I was so sick of the world that I didn’t write after that, although I should have.  She was the closest thing to family that I had before all my sisters.”

We stopped in front of the house and Natalie got out.  Suddenly there were shrieks, and a pretty 30+ year old woman and girl about 14 ran out of the house and hugged Natalie.  “Hello Camilla.  Hi Lettie!”  She hugged them back then held out the girl.  “Lettie, you got so big!”  The girl blushed.  She would have been pretty but she had a really bad harelip.

Camilla said, “Where the heck have you been girl?  You realize it has been over five years?  Of course Letitia is big now!”

Natalie blushed and said, “I am sorry, but I just had to escape.”

“Well I can understand that, but five years?!??”

“You’ll understand when you meet Tom.”  That was my cue.  I got out and went over to the three of them.  Natalie glanced at me then said, “Camilla, Letitia, this is my man, Tom.”

Camilla took one look and said, “I see what you mean.”  Letitia nodded.

I held out my hand and said, “Nice to meet you.”  Camilla took my hand and I pushed a feeling of pleasure into her hand.  She held on for a minute with a slightly enraptured and confused look.  Then Letitia shook my hand and I gave her the same.  She sighed then rushed forward giving me a big hug.  I couldn’t resist and used the contact to make the standard changes.  She snuggled in deeper as she smelled me.

Camilla just stood there, finally saying, “Natalie, you are forgiven.”  She glanced over at Natalie and mouthed the word, “Wow!”  Natalie nodded and grinned back.

Amanda, Mandy and Ester climbed out of the SUV.  Natalie said, “These are some of Tom’s other girls, my sisters Amanda, Mandy, and Ester.”  Camilla gave them girl hugs, but Letitia wouldn’t let go of me.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the gates.  A woman driving a green Ferrari wanted to get in, but the EBs were stopping her.  Natalie exclaimed, “That’s my agent!”  I waved for the EBs to let her in. 

She zipped up the driveway and parked next to the SUV.  Jumping out of the car she ran over to Natalie.  “So the rumors are correct, you are really here!  It’s about time.”

“Nice to see you too, Fern.”  Fern was pretty, in a middle aged sort of way.  She probably had been a knockout when she was 20, 35 years before.  Natalie rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever.  Girl, you have four offers on the table, one of them is from John Woo!”

“Really.”  She glanced at me.  I nodded.  She looked back at her agent and said, “Fern, I haven’t even been in the house yet.  Give me a minute, will you?”

She turned back to Camilla and asked, “So what was stolen?”

“Not much, the TV, some other electronics, and a few of your posters.”  We went indoors, Letitia reluctantly letting go of me.  “It doesn’t appear to be a crazed fan, just a standard B&E.”

I let them wander on while I headed out back.  There was a large pool with a few tables with umbrellas.  I sat down in a chair under one of the umbrellas, Letitia rapidly taking one next to me.

The agent, Fern, sank down into another one of the chairs with a frustrated look.  She leaned forward and said, “You seem to have some sort of pull with Natalie.  Could you help me convince her that she needs to get back on the horse?  It isn’t everyday that there is an offer from John Woo.”

“Lady, whether or not she does another movie is up to her.”  Well...sort of, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. 

Fern slumped back in her chair with a sigh.  “Well it was worth a shot.”

I smiled and held out my hand, “By the way, I’m Tom.”

She automatically reached over and shook my hand.  “Hi, I’m Fern.”  I gave her the same treatment that Camilla and Letitia had gotten.  She bit her lip and stared at her hand before reluctantly letting go after a minute.  She said, “Do you know what happened to Natalie?  Where has she been all this time?”

I figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell her the official reason.  “She got sick of all the hoopla and wanted to escape.  She joined our commune and has been very happy since.  What finally brought her back for a visit was your letter.  You sounded very desperate.”

Fern stared at the table for a minute then answered quietly, “I am.  The recession combined with everyone feeling that Natalie dumped me, even though she didn’t, has made her my last client.  I spend every penny I can scrape up keeping up appearances.  Fortunately that car is paid off or I’d be driving an old beater.  Then the break-in happened, and the Woo offer, and to top it all off the tabloids have been driving me nuts grilling me about where she is.”  She broke down crying.  I couldn’t tell if it was an act or not.

“Well, don’t worry about the tabloids, they got a good shot of Natalie as she got off the plane at the airport.”

“Gods, now they will all be calling about where she has been.  However, that explains the call I had asking if I had a comment on Natalie’s return.”

“Damn, those bastards work fast.  We just arrived less than two hours ago.”

She nodded at me.  “So, are you Natalie’s boyfriend or what?”

“Sort of.  She is one of many girlfriends that I have.”

“Harrumph.  I bet.  I checked you out, you know.”

“Really?  What did you find?”

“Not much, that you were the co-founder of the Thrupp clinic and that you lived in a walled fortress.  I actually went there to try to talk her out of retirement, but couldn’t get through all the security.  I had a long talk with her manager, damn good rejuv there by the way, and she finally convinced me that Natalie was not available any more.”

At that point Natalie and Camilla came out and collapsed in chairs next to us.  Natalie said, “Camilla and Fern, I owe you both an apology.  I left you both in a lurch, but when I had a chance to escape, I selfishly took it.  My only regret is leaving you two behind.  Especially you Fern.  I hear that things didn’t go well after I left.  Camilla has said that she understands, which makes me feel a lot better, but Fern, I was hoping that you would understand too.”

Fern looked down and said, “Nats, I have always understood.”  She looked up and grinned, “All is forgiven if you take the Woo movie.”

Natalie laughed.  “I discussed it with Tom before we arrived.  As long as he is there, I can do a movie.  Let’s see the script.”

Fern quickly dug in her bag and passed over a script.  Natalie quickly read parts and commented, “Hmmm, a cross between Hackers and Space Camp.  I kind of like it.  How many helicopters get blown up?”

Fern grinned, “Only three, but a shuttle and a space station also get blown up.”

“I like it.  Tom, what do you think?”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Okay, Fern.  Tell them I will do it.”

I added, “And if they need a producer...”

“I’ll ask.”  She immediately whipped out her phone and began talking rapidly.  A few minutes later she covered the phone with her hand.  “Natalie!  They saw the paparazzi picture!  Since you still look like a high schooler they want you to play the lead!  They are almost salivating on getting someone who is older but looks like a teenager!”

Natalie’s eyes got big.  “That’s fantastic!”

Fern excitedly started jabbering into the phone again.  Covering the mouthpiece again, she asked, “Press conference tomorrow after signing at 10 AM.  That work?”

“Sure!”

Fern said a few more things into the phone, then hung up and sighed as she collapsed back into her chair.  “Natalie, it is wonderful having you back.”

“Fern, you know I am not back-back.  I will do a movie every few years for fun and that is it.”

“Sure, sure.”

“Fern, I know that look.  You are thinking, ‘I can change her mind later’.  You can’t.  However, I do owe you one.  I’ll back a full rejuv like Valerie had if you want it.”  I raised my eyebrow at this, but Natalie knew me very well.  I had no objections.

“You serious girl?  Because if you are, I will take you up on that.  I am getting tired of working nights at Jack in the Box to make ends meet.  If I had my original figure back with what I know now, I could land an acting job in no time.”

“That is what Valerie said, and now she is the biggest porn star since Ginger Lynn.”

“True, but I don’t think so.  If I can get it done in time, I am thinking of trying to get a B role in this movie.”

“That’d be cool.  What if we get it done tonight?”  Natalie gave me a glance.  I nodded okay.  She turned back to Fern with a raised eyebrow.

“You can get me in that fast?  Unfortunately, I need to be there tomorrow for the contract signing.  Maybe afterwards.”

“Fern, recovery time is only an hour or so, and we can do it here.”

“You serious?  That is impossible.”

“Valerie was in and out in two hours.”

She bit her lip.  “Okay, you’re on.”

Natalie looked over at Camilla, “The offer is good for you too.  How would you like to be young again?”

“I don’t really understand, but of course I would.”

“Okay.”  Natalie looked at me with both an excited and expectant look in her eyes.  I went over to both of them and turned them off, also turning off the startled Letitia.

Natalie said, “Master, could you please fix Letitia too?  She has a very bad lisp from the hairlip, and doesn’t like to talk.”

“Of course.” I quickly fixed Letitia’s cleft palate.  She also had several other problems with her mouth, misaligned teeth, tongue tied, and some messed up bone structure from the cleft palate operations.  I fixed all that, then pushed the genetic changes into her eggs and ovaries.  She already had all the standard upgrades so I didn’t have to do anything else for her.  She was a fantastically beautiful girl.

Moving over to Camilla and Fern, I gave them both full rejuvs, setting them both to a physical 17 years old, and then locking that down so their bodies would maintain it.  I also made all the standard changes while I was at it.  Fern had a small breast lump that I removed as well.  They were both very beautiful and sexy women.  Thinking about it, I went over and set Letitia to stop aging at 17 as well, also adding birth control sheaths to her fallopian tubes.

Natalie sat there and watched me worshipfully with doe eyes.  She loved to watch me work.  She had a big smile on her face and was quivering like a puppy.  I could see that her nips were hard as rocks under her blouse and that her jeans were getting damp.  I went over, pulled her to me, and gave her a giant French smooch.  She collapsed in her chair, nearly unconscious.

I set the three others to wake up in a few minutes, then took Natalie’s hand and led her inside.  Soon we were both naked and I was buried up to the hilt in her wonderful pussy.  “Master, I love you so much it hurts!” she exclaimed.  This time she did pass out as her pussy milked the cum out of me.

I went over to the kitchen where I was pouring myself a lemonade when Camilla burst into the room.  Her eyes widened as she saw my cock dangling, but she turned and shouted, “Found him!”  She turned back and asked, “Why are you naked?”  Staring at my cock.

At that point an equally naked Natalie wandered in behind me, gave me a hug from behind, and asked, “Master, did you find anything?”

“Yes, Nat, I found some lemonade, do you want some?”

“No, thank you, Master.”

I turned to Camilla and said, “Question answered?”

She muttered, “Yeah.”

Fern came rushing in, seemingly not even noticing that Natalie and I were naked, dashed past Camilla and gave me a big hug, saying, “Thank you, oh Thank you!”  A second later she sighed and snuggled her head down on my chest.  “Damn, does this feel wonderful!”

Camilla walked over and joined the group hug.  “It sure does!”

They both stood there with their arms wrapped around me, breathing my scent deeply and sighing. 

Natalie just watched happily.  Her Master was getting more girls.  She loved it when this happened.  That they were good friends of hers made it even better.  She basked in her master’s glory.  When Letitia rushed in and joined the hug she almost collapsed in delight.

I knew that if I let them, they would stand there all day cuddling.  I peeled the three of them off.  I did wonder a bit why Natalie hadn’t joined them, but a quick look over at her satisfied smirk solved that.  She had obviously planned the whole thing.  By the way Ester, Amanda and Mandy were smiling, they were in on it too.

I love making love to beautiful girls.  I left the seven of them unconscious and drooling in Natalie’s bedroom.  Feeling gregarious, I went and found the four off duty EBs and gave them each a cream pie as well.  I got a couple of envious looks from the four on duty, but I told them that I would get them later.

I explored the estate, then settled down in a really comfortable chair to watch CSI.  There was soon Natalie on one leg and Lettie on the other.  I petted them for a few hours, and then we joined my other ladies for the night, curling up with Ester who whined and sighed in her sleep as I spooned her.

The next morning we were up and ready to go at eight.  An EB had driven out to the airport and picked up Zandy, who had flown in on the red-eye for the contract negotiations.  We had the signing at nine and the press conference at ten.  Hopping into the black SUVs, we headed for the studio.  The gate guard waved us in, apparently we were expected.  A flunky got in to guide us.  Over at the main administrative building, we parked in reserved spots.  We followed the flunky in to the building where he led us to a conference room.  There were a lot of guys in suits.  It was Zandy’s and Fern’s type of situation.  They dove right in.  It took the whole hour, but we got a contract ironed out.  The point that took some work was that four security EBs, two “sisters” and myself were considered part of Natalie’s entourage and allowed wherever she goes.  The pay was actually not all that much, Natalie was not after money.  She just wanted to have fun.

One of the studio guys commented on how young everyone was.  Fern laughed, “Appearances can be deceiving.  I’m 57.”

“Really?  That is unbelievable!”

“Yeah, we’ve all had rejuvs.  Pretty cool, eh?  I was thinking about going to the tryouts for the movie to see if I can get a bit part.”

The studio guys turned and whispered with Woo, who was keeping silent in the corner.  They turned back, “Do you have any experience?”

“A few B movies back in the 70s under the name Bambi Goodhue.”

Woo himself stepped forward and said, “The Bambi Goodhue?  Star of ‘The South Beach Massacre’?”

“Yes, that was me.”

“Loved that movie.  You’re hired.”

The lawyers whipped out a standard contract, and everyone signed it on the spot.  All the girls started squealing and bouncing about hugging each other, while all the guys, including me, rolled out eyes.

We emerged out in front of the building.  It looked like fifty reporters were waiting.  The studio spokesperson got up and said, “We would like to announce that Natalie Starr has come out of retirement to star in ‘Basic Wiring’, John Woo’s latest film.”  There was some more blathering, then the standard, “Any questions?”

One of the reporters asked, “Ms. Starr.  You disappeared without a trace five years ago.  Where have you been?”

We had been prepared for that one.  She answered, “I went to live on the private estate of a friend.  However, when I heard of this offer, I couldn’t refuse.”

I was close enough to hear a reporter in the front row mutter under her breath, “A Woo movie?  Of course not.”

There were a few more questions, two of which were rephrasing of the “Where were you?”  Natalie gave them rephrased duplicates of the original answer.  If they wanted more details, they would have to wait for the junket.

A week later shooting began at an aerospace firm thirty miles east of Las Angeles.  The EBs and I even got to be extras in some of the classroom scenes.  Natalie was having the time of her life.  She really had fun doing the wire work in front of the giant green screen.  The shuttle and space station mockups were really cool too.  All too soon, it was over.  We had two months before the junket and release of the film.  We flew home.

Chapter 46

As usual, there were four cases that Angie wanted me to look at.  I put on my white coat and followed her to the first room.  Val was there with another child case.  A ten year old girl this time.  Very badly beaten.  I gave Val a big hug and kiss.  She cuddled for a minute, then stood back with a professional look on her face.  “Tom, this is another dump case.  Since you are so good with them child services automatically sends them here now.  She was found in a ditch north of the city.  We have taken rape kits, positive by the way, and documented everything.  She hasn’t awoken yet.”

Since Val was one of us now I immediately set to work.  I nodded to her then checked the poor girl out.  She had been raped repeatedly and sodomized, but besides a few minor tears, that wasn’t a problem.  The biggest issue besides all the bruising and smashed in face was that she had radial fractures of many of her bones.  I mentioned this to Angie and Val.  Apparently it wasn’t in her chart.  Angie added it as I repaired the bones.  There were several malformed bones in the face where they had healed incorrectly.  I fixed them.  Then I went over her and fixed all the bruising and tissue damage, using my body fat to restore a lot of her atrophied muscles.  I spent some time restoring her face, rebuilding her crushed eyes.  She was quite pretty.  The brain was mostly healed, it took a minor effort to change her coma to natural sleep.  I did the standard changes to her since she was so pretty, and I figured there was a good chance we would end up fostering her anyway.

I stepped back and looked over at Angie and Val.  They, and the EB by the door, were staring with an angelic look on their faces.  The all shook it off and Val went over to the bed and wiggled the girl’s shoulder.  She sat up suddenly, then collapsed back and moaned.  “Combien de temps cette fois?”

Val said, “Deux semaines.  Do you speak English?”

“A little.  Where am I?”

“America.  What is your name?”

“Angelique, Angelique Babineaux.  How did I get here?  Last I remember I was in Nice.”  She looked really puzzled.

“We don’t know.  You were found next to a road here, two weeks ago.  What did you mean by ‘this time’?  Has this happened before?”

“Rien.”  She thought for a second.  “Where is my family?”

“We will call them.”  Val picked up the phone from the table and dialed the number Angelique gave her.  There wasn’t any answer.  After two retries, Val called the detective on the case.  Angelique was starting to look worried.

The detective called back an hour later.  Angie said that the other cases could wait, and we wanted to resolve this one.  The detective reported that Angelique had been presumed dead, killed with her sister and parents when her families’ car exploded and went into the bay.  It was an open investigation.  The French police were sending someone immediately.

Val told Angelique, who tried to understand what had happened.  She latched onto one thing, avoiding the news of her families’ death.  “Why do I no remember?”

I said, “You had some blood in the brain.  It seems to have caused amnesia.”

She looked puzzled.  I punched it into my cell phone and showed her the translation.  She nodded.

I said, “We will talk later.”  Angie and I moved on.  The next room was a simple missing foot restoration.  The third room was a quadriplegic that just needed his spine repaired.  The last room was a case of a baby with Down’s syndrome.  It took me a good hour to revamp the DNA to fix the problem.

Exhausted, I headed next door to check on my shelter project.  Everything was running perfectly, so I had the EBs drive me home.

I staggered in, went up and hit the can.  Mary was the EB trainee who licked me clean.  She was just a week or two from graduation.  I asked her if she liked being one of my EBs.

“Of course, Master.  I have never been so happy and content.”  I pulled her with me and fucked her to several screaming orgasms before cuddling up with her and going asleep.

Chapter 47

It had been a while since I had seen the streets of my city.  The closest I had been to anything was the botched DEA raid.  I knew that Ester would have a car following at a discreet distance, so I walked out of the front door of the clinic and just started walking North, into the city.

The area was depressing, a lot of old beat up houses and closed businesses.  There was a Walmart which was doing pretty good business on the right side of the road as I passed it.  It was a different world, most of the houses and run down apartments had beat up chain link fences.  A few beaters sat around, half of them on blocks.

I was a little surprised, there weren’t too many people around.  Up ahead there was a small group hanging out in front of what appeared to be an old apartment building.  As I approached, a young teen walked over and said, “Homes, what you doin’ here?”

“Just out for a walk.”

“This be our sidewalk.  You have to pay the toll.”

I had a thought.  “Tell you what.  For each hand that I shake, I will pay $20.  No limit.”

He scratched his head.  That was not what he was expecting.  He said, “Stay here,” then went over to his gang.  They talked for a minute, then they all sauntered over.  An older boy with lots of tattoos said, “All right, Jeebs,” and held out his hand.  I reached out and shook it, using the contact to immunize him from all street drugs, and even making him mildly allergic to them, so any contact would make him start sneezing like crazy.  I reached into my pocket and slid a $20 bill from the wad there and handed it to him.  I shook 23 hands and made all 23 of them allergic to all street drugs, and passed out 23 $20 bills.  Smiling, I walked on.

That afternoon I ran into three more gangs.  I immunized 106 more gang members.  Then I saw a house that was falling apart with a few drooling druggies in the front yard.  I went through the entire crack house and immunized 31 more people, also fixing their teeth and setting them to wake up an hour after I left.  There was one girl who was really pretty after getting her teeth back, but I was in doctor mode so I left her there.

It was getting dark, so I waved at the black SUV a few blocks down, and the girls picked me up.

A month later, I was having a discussion with Taymen, and found out that drug trafficking in the area went down 30%.  The DEA was perplexed.

Chapter 48

A project of mine that I started when I saw the EB’s Super RV was a hospital RV.  Much more than an ambulance, it had an operating room, two exam rooms with X-Ray machines, one recovery room and a full pharmacy.  By that winter the other two RVs were back from Aspen, so we had all three of them in the shop.  Ester’s EBs were swarming all over them. 

Angie and Erin were intimately involved in the design and construction of the hospital RV.  We painted it white with a small red cross on the side toward the back.  The concept was to use it in emergencies like we had had with the forest fire six years previously.  Zandy contacted the American Red Cross and licensed us as an official branch so we could use the cross as per international treaty.

The three RVs were ready to go the next spring when the Hurricane Sally hit Florida.  The category five hurricane wiped out much of the east coast and the Keys and was still going on.  Checking in with the Red Cross, they needed help.  We packed up the RVs, Angie and Erin both tossing their duffels onto the passenger RV, and headed out in a three RV convoy.  Angie was fretting a bit, she had an old friend covering for her at the clinic.  It was the first time both she and Erin had been gone at the same time.  There would be no “miracle” cures, but the basic clinic would remain open.

Also, both Amanda and Mandy were both between pregnancies, as were Ester and Alicia.  Rounding out the passengers were Leslie and Tanisha.  Tanisha had given birth to her fifth daughter two weeks before, but she really wanted to go, she had cousins living in the Keys.  With the number of babies and the daycare provided, it wasn’t much of an issue.  Ester and Alicia insisted on riding in the EB’s RV, after all it was Ester’s pet project.

Ester insisted that Tami ride in the main RV, while a pair of EBs drove the hospital RV on the end of the convoy.

Driving around the clock, RVs are nice that way, we made it to Southern Florida by evening the following day.  The hurricane had just moved on into the Atlantic and was petering out.  We filled up all three RVs in the Glades.  Highway 1 South was blocked by the state police at the southern part of the Glades.

We stopped at the barricade and a trooper came to the door.  We let him in.  The first thing he did was stand there and sigh in the air conditioning.  Then he said, “Sorry folks, no tourists.  Emergency vehicles only.  If you go back north about 100 miles there is an RV park in the northern Glades.”

I replied, “We are emergency vehicles.  This is the sleeping RV for the portable communications center and hospital that are in the other two RVs.”

“Really?  Who are you associated with?”

“We are a private group.  We checked with the Red Cross and were told that we were needed in the Keys.”

“Let me call this in.”  He pulled out his mic and began to talk on the radio.  A few minutes later he said, “It seems that you are registered.  Good luck.  There is no electricity or telephone south of here, so you are on your own.”

“We have over a week’s worth of fuel for onboard generators, plus a full satellite uplink in the second RV capable of handling 100 or more telephone linkups and high-bandwidth internet communications.  Just tell us where to go and we can get the telephones working again.”

He spoke into his radio again.  “Hold on, this is getting bumped to a higher level.”  A minute later he said, “If you could go to Big Pine Key, that would be ideal, Key West and Boot Key have airports and are covered.  The bridges are still open, but keep an eye out for damage.  The only communications there is a weak signal from a few hams who are running on batteries and a emergency satellite phone that the sheriff has.  All the electric and communications cables are out.”

“Will do.  And thanks.”

“Good luck.”

He left the RV in a blast of hot air as he opened the door.  He and another cop moved the barricade out of the way and we were off.  We passed through Key Largo where there were already many emergency vehicles all over the place.  Marathon was pretty well taken care of with the big airport there as well.  Past Marathon on the bridge, the power lines were hanging loosely from all the power lines.  We crossed our fingers and drove over them on the bridge.  Soon we reached Big Pine Key.  There was a Sheriff from Cudjoe Key waiting for us.  He led us to the station where he had us set up in a lot next to the station. 

We parked the residential RV behind the two others.  The hospital Angie and Erin had up and running within fifteen minutes.  From the Communications RV we ran power cables over and hooked them into the breaker box at the police station.  Then we ran up the tower and turned on the relay for the local cell towers, so calls could go out.  Within an hour we had everything running.  The EBs were working getting the big tent up for patient recovery.  They had it up and were sealing the corners so the air conditioning would work.  Then they would have to unpack the beds and get them in place.

Word travelled fast, and the Hospital RV was busy almost instantly.  I was busy along with Angie, Erin and the three EB nurses.  Technically I had graduated and had a LPN license, but I worked with Angie on the really bad cases.

Leslie, even though she was off duty, was shanghaied by the Sheriff’s office, deputized, then sent to help people.

The majority of the cases were from people who were in buildings that collapsed.  A lot of crushed and broken limbs.  Easy enough to fix.  Things didn’t seem all that bad until about 10:30 when a little girl, about six, wandered into the hospital and asked if her mommy was there.  That made it hit home for us. 

The sheriff and all his deputies were all busy, so we unlimbered the SUV from the communications van, then had the girl, Betsy Poe, tell us where she lived.  An EB, Rhonda, and I drove out to the address the girl gave.  There was nothing there, just sand and a driveway.  The entire neighborhood was gone.  We drove over to the local emergency shelter.  No luck.  We went back to our trailer and told Betsy that we couldn’t find her mom.  We let her sit in the hospital “lobby” and quietly cry.  By evening she had cried herself out and fallen asleep on the couch.  We put a blanket over her and let her sleep.  We reported her to the Sheriff’s office, but they couldn’t find her mother either.

It was a busy couple of days.  A lot of minor injuries.  While I was at it, I cured a few cases of cancer and three harelips.  I had just finished repairing a kid’s crushed leg that was slightly gangrenous when Amanda led in Sheriff White.  I sent the kid on his way.  Amanda said, “The sheriff would like to talk to you.”

I waved him to the chair next to the desk where people normally sat to get their blood pressure taken.  “Hello, Sheriff.  How may I help you?”

“First off, let me thank you for all that you have done here.  I am not sure what helped more, the communications truck or this hospital truck.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I just got some news that is problematic.  The power and telephone cables won’t be fixed for at least another week.  Apparently they were completely taken out by Sally.  I was wondering if you could leave the communications truck until then.  The hospital truck is nice, but you have taken care of everyone who needs it by now.  We can send anyone else who needs medical care over to Key West.”

“Sheriff, I would be happy to leave it.  However, there is only enough diesel in the tank for another two days.”

“We have a refueling truck coming.  The generators over at the sewage treatment plant and the water pumping station are almost dry as well.  The gas station has the fuel, but we don’t have any way of pumping it.”

“I could drive my RV over there, supply the power to the pumps, fill up, and then pump out the RV’s tank into the tanks for the generators.  We can repeat that for the communications truck since we don’t want to move it.”

“Good idea!  I’ll contact the managers over at the Shell and Chevron stores.  We’ll also have all the emergency vehicles refilled at the same time.  We have been hand pumping and that takes a long time, up to an hour per vehicle.”

Ester had put in oversized fuel tanks in the RVs.  I thanked her as we drove the residential RV over to the first gas station.  We spent two hours there while all the emergency vehicles in the area, plus a few civilian cars, filled up.  Then we took a load of diesel over to the sewage treatment plant and filled half the tank there.  We made a second trip which about emptied the tank at the gas station, and then after filling the tank the rest of the way at the sewage treatment plant, we headed over to the second gas station on the list and did the same with the water treatment plant.  We did a final load and took it back and transferred all but two days worth into the communications RV. 

I asked for volunteers, and Ester with several EBs stayed with the communications RV.  I had Angie and Erin pack up the tent and hospital RV, and we headed for home.  Betsy Poe came with us.  The cops wrote down her specifics, but had no place to put her.

We felt that we had done something good.  After we got back and turned the RVs over to the mechanic EBs, we all collapsed.

Chapter 49

I was taking a rare moment relaxing on the computer, randomly surfing the net, when I came across a circus site advertising “Real Devils and Imps”.  The picture was almost identical to Henry before I changed him back.  I bookmarked the page and went and got my dad.

My dad took one look and started cursing.  “Dammit, I didn’t know about these victims.  Andrew must have done them after the others.”

“So you agree, it looks like Andrew’s work?”

“It sure does.”

“I’ll pack up the RV.  We leave first thing in the morning.”

It took some arguing, which was amazing in itself, but we took only the main RV.  With me came my dad, Tami as bodyguard, Leslie because I loved travelling with her, Alice as a previous victim, the two Amandas since they were still between pregnancies per my request, Natalie of course, and Sara, who was now 13.  She had come to me and said, “This is a family matter.  My siblings and I decided that I need to go.”  What could I say to that?  My dad and I were going for the same reason.  Heck, Theresa wanted to go, but she was left in charge since the Amandas were going.

This was a trip to fix more of Andrew’s mess, but we figured it would be a good vacation as well.  After waving at the 50 or so girls who were seeing us off, we headed out.  Even though we were on a serious mission, it felt great to be on the open road again.

The internet advertisement had indicated that the travelling circus in question was currently in Kansas.  We headed over to I-35 and then south.  The schedule said that we needed to find the town of Parrot.  The GPS chugged for a bit and finally spat out that it couldn’t find Parrot.  Great.  We swung into the Tourist center at the first rest stop.  There was a giant map in the middle of the building.  Sara took one look and said, “Oh, there it is.”  She pointed to a speck that said, sure enough, “Parrot, pop. 23”. 

We grabbed a copy of the paper map, then headed out.  I gave Sara a hug and kiss and said, “Thanks, honey.”

“No problem, Dad.”  She blushed a little.  “Dad, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why did Uncle Andrew hurt all those people?”  She came over and sat on my lap.  I think it was more for comfort than a sexual thing so I just hugged her.

“Grandpa and I think he got what is called a ‘God Complex’, honey.  He had all this power, and he started thinking he was God.”

“Well, that is just screwy.  Why would he think that he was God simply because he had powers like ours...I mean yours?”

That was a loaded sentence, I wondered if the slip was intentional, and knowing that her IQ was close to 200, I figured it was.  “Honey, are you trying to tell me something?”

With a very serious look, she held up her hand and suddenly it was green with pink polka dots.  It was a trick I used when she and the other kids were really little to make them giggle.  It could only mean that she had inherited the family abilities!  I exclaimed, “Honey, that’s wonderful!” and gave her a big hug.  Then I answered her question, “This ability gives us tremendous power over other people.  I think it went to Uncle Andrew’s head and his ego.  Since no one ever stopped him, he thought he could do anything.  I look at our abilities as a gift to help others.  We use it occasionally to help ourselves, but not to the detriment of others.  Do you understand?”

She was very serious, “Yes, Dad.  I have seen Spiderman too.  ‘With great power comes great responsibility.’”  Then she smiled.  “Don’t worry, you have raised me with a very strong sense of ethics.”

I gave her another hug.  “Let’s go tell your Grandpa.  We need to have a party for you.  I am so happy and proud.”

She sniffled and hugged me back.  “Thank you, Dad.  My only complaint is that you left me nothing to do.  I inherited a good figure, nice tits, and a perfect ass.  There is nothing for me to fix on myself.”

I laughed.  “I agree with you 100 percent.” 

She scooted off my lap and ran up where Grandpa was riding shotgun while Mandy drove.  She did the hand thing with him too.  He scooped her into a big hug and exclaimed, “Honey, that is wonderful!”

Mandy asked, “What’s wonderful?”

“Sara’s inherited the gift!”

“Wow! Really?  That IS wonderful!”

The news passed quickly and Sara got a lot of joyous hugs, even from Alice who was still slightly scared of the gift, for good reason.  We all became somber as we approached Parrot.

Fortunately the circus was still there.  We pulled in and Alice got out.  She had been a Carney for fifteen years.  She knew the people.  She went off for a minute, then came back and said, “They have one more show here this evening then are packing up.  Let’s go find the victim.”

I got out of the RV and followed her, Tami following closely.  There was a tent with a big billboard outside, similar to the web page.  We bought a ticket and went in.

Sitting at a table was a stereotypical devil, curly horns and all.  There were three imps sitting around the room.  All of them were wearing suits.  It was a neat show.  There was no one else there.  I said, “I would like to talk to you.”

The devil smiled, showing pointed fangs and said, “You want to make a deal with the devil?”

“Not really.  Can the act.  I need to talk to all four of you.”

He sighed.  “We are not interested, please go away.”  Obviously, people had been bothering them.

I said one thing.  “Andrew Malloy.”

He and all the imps gasped.  The imp on the left stepped forward.  “What do you know about Andrew Malloy?”

“I have been working on repairing everything he did.  You do know he was caught and sent to prison?”

They all looked at each other, then at me.  “No, we hadn’t heard.”

“He had his powers removed, then was sent to federal super max.”

“Without his powers, how can you fix us?”

I quietly said, “Because I have the same powers.”

They all went quiet, looking very scared.  Alice spoke up.  “I was like you.  Because of Andrew, I spent fifteen years as the lizard lady.  Tom here fixed me up in half an hour.”

The imp spoke again, “There is no way you spent fifteen years as a lizard lady.  You are only, what, maybe 18 years old?”

“Actually I am 37.  Amazing what can be done with the ability when it is used properly.  I was the head cheerleader at Andrew’s high school.”

“After all these years, why now?”

“We have already repaired over fifty people that Andrew messed up.  We thought that we had got them all when we saw the website with your pictures.”

I said, “There is no pressure.  We will wait and follow the circus for a few days.  If you still need time to think, you can come visit us at any time.  Physically, you will be exactly as you were when Andrew messed you up.  We will also provide full scholarships to the school of your choice.”

“Just who the hell are you anyway?”

“Oh!  Name is Tom Malloy.  Andrew is my uncle.  He is a bit of a family black sheep.”  I actually got a snort or two from that one.

“Also, if anyone else, Andrew’s victim or not, needs a cosmetic fix, tell them to stop by.  I will go back to my RV now.  Alice will stay to answer any questions you may have.”  Tami and I quietly left and headed back to the RV.

About 5 hours later, Alice came in.  “My lord, they want to do it, but the problem is that there are 23 of Andrew’s victims here.  If they are all made normal again, this circus will fold, and they cannot let that happen.  Carneys are family.”

“Would a large sum of money help, or would they be insulted at the offer?”

“Good question.  I think it would have to be a very large donation.  They would take it, but resent you anyway.”

“I can live with that.  What if I gave the money to the 23 victims and let them do what they will with it?”

“That might work.”

“I will set up accounts for each of them with one million in cash each, and a four hundred thousand dollar scholarship for school only.  Ask them if that will cover their loss.  The freak show will close, but the rest of the circus can update all their equipment.”

She nodded and left.  Half an hour she was back.  “They’ll take it.”  She handed me a list of names and social security numbers.  I handed it to my dad who started punching them into the laptop.  Ten minutes later he said, “Done.”  He printed a pile of sheets, each with an account number, balance, and access codes.  Alice took them and left.  Ten minutes later she returned.  “They will do a final show tonight, help pack up, and then stay behind as the circus moves on.  The circus is leaving an old school bus for them.”

“Well then, let’s enjoy the show!”

It was a pretty good circus.  Sara was a bit jaded, however.  Having grown up with perfect balance, super strength, and siblings with all the same, she didn’t find many of the big tent acts all that impressive.  She also easily got the rings on the bottles and was a crack shot with the BB gun.  She took one look at the rickety rides and refused to go on them.  I agreed.  I sure hoped that they used some of the new money and upgraded the things.

After the fireworks at ten, the circus closed and started packing up.  In two hours trucks were pulling out, leaving a school bus, four campers, and forty people.  There were ten non-mutant wives, three that were not mutants who wanted a disfigurement fixed, and three children.

I got up on my steps and called out, “How do you want to do this?  Here, or should we find a motel first?”

It was almost unanimous that we needed to find a motel.  According to the GPS, there was a Motel 6 only ten miles away.  We all packed into the vehicles and headed out.  At the motel, Amanda ran in and rented every room.  She and Mandy handed out keys for people.

We all met in the motel’s small banquet room.  I got up on the small stage.  “Hello, my name is Tom.”  I looked over the room.  “I am sure that you want to make sure I am legit, so I am asking for a volunteer to get fixed here in front of everyone.”

The Imp who we had talked to stood up and said, “Can we do some of the changes here, but some later in private?”

“Of course.”

“Then fix me from the waist up.”  He trotted over to the stage and jumped up next to me.  He was similar to Andrew’s other imps, the most difficult thing was the increased body temperature.  I went over him, restoring normal skin, removing the small horns, fixing the teeth, and doing many small changes.  In about five minutes he looked normal from the waist up.  I figured he was without a penis like the other imp I had seen and he wanted to fix that in private.

By the time he was done, I had a line.  I spent the next four hours doing basic repairs.  There was also a midget who wanted to be tall, the bearded lady who wanted her hormones straightened out, and a bad hunchback who had done a Quasimodo act.  I announced, “All right, I will finish each of you individually.”  I put a notebook out with a signup sheet.  One hour sessions some point in the next three days.

That night I was exhausted.  I crawled into bed, and my ladies crawled after me.  We snuggled and were out like a light.  I awoke to Sara riding me like a bronco.  As I came she shuddered in ecstasy, collapsing to the side.  She murmured, “So THAT is how it works, cool.”

The Amandas joined me in the shower.  I took care of Alice afterward.  Leslie and Tami prepared breakfast.  As we ate I said, “I don’t want anyone to know that Sara can do what I do, outside the family that is.  Until she is older it is too dangerous.”  I looked directly at her.  “Sara, I would love your help, but only when it is behind the scenes like at the clinic, or if it is an emergency, of course.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Dad.”  She got a good teenage sigh in there.

The next three days I spent fixing the horrible mess that Andrew left.  Using the 100 lbs side of ribs as mass to grow the midget was the most tiring.  He ended up a good 6’2” with an 11” cock.  Two of the married couples with kids didn’t want a rejuv.  I backed both the mutant and their spouse down to thirty anyway.  That was still old enough to be parents for the kids.

Tami was worn out.  She had been on a sexual high for three days straight.  Just watching Master help these people made her pussy drip down her leg.  She had been stuffing tampons up her quim just to keep from dripping too much, even though her period was two weeks previous.  She was so in need that she was having trouble keeping her hands from quivering.

I noticed that Tami was in bad shape toward the end of the third day.  I backed her into a bathroom, lifted her skirt, opened my pants and slid in.  I really slid in, she was dripping so much that it almost looked like a pregnant woman’s water burst.  A few strokes and she was screaming.  A few more and she arched her back, thrust out her arms, and cracked every bone in her body.  She screamed again and passed out.  Wow.  I dumped my load then pulled up my pants and sat her on the toilet.  I stood guard for the fifteen minutes it took for her to come to.  We waited another five for her recovery, then we headed for my last scheduled fix.

As I examined deep into her, a female demon, I was shocked to discover that she had grown since Andrew had implanted everything.  I asked her, “Penny, how old were you when Andrew mutilated you?”

“It was on my twelfth birthday.  He said he wanted to see what growing into it would do.”

“What a bastard.  Okay, do you want to be twelve, eighteen, or your current age when I am done?”

She thought for a long time, nearly fifteen minutes.  “I would really like to do it all over again, start at twelve.  But I have nowhere to go.”

“You could come live with me.  Take the EB training.  What that means is that you will grow up normally with lots of sisters who care about you.”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful.  Let’s do that.”

“I will fix you up then, and we can discuss the rest when we get home, Okay?”

“Yes!”

I went and removed all the implants and rejuved her to twelve.  A cute twelve.  Like all of Andrew’s female victims, she was very pretty.

We all met in the banquet room.  “Anyone that I missed?” I asked from the podium.  Silence.  “Good.  You all have my contact information and the address of the Thrupp Clinic which is aware of these issues.  I would like to say goodbye for now, and I hope that I will meet you all again.”  As I stepped down they started clapping, and were still clapping as I left.

As we drove home, Penny came over and plopped in my lap, snuggling up to me.  I checked and she had all the standard changes, except for the EB cortical suppression.  I hadn’t done it so I glanced over at Sara and she smiled smugly.  “Nice job, Sara.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Now Penny here is going for EB training.  Come here and I will show you how to initiate that.”

“Okay.”  She came over close enough to monitor.

I made the 2 month cortical suppression and then ramped up the sexual attraction to my sweat and other body fluids to a high level, set to slowly decrease to a normal 2x level after a few months.  I asked, “Sweetie, did you get how I did that?”

“I think so.  I see how you ramped up the hormone sensitivity to you and suppressed the cortex, but you also added something I don’t understand.”

“That is the safety.  Just in case I am not there, I set them to return to normal after two months.”

“Oh! Good idea.  I see it now.”  She peered into nothing as she mentally examined it.  She looked over at Mandy sitting next to me.  “You have something strange, what is it?”

Mandy said, “My sister, Alicia, and I asked Tom to make sure that we don’t outlive him by very long.  He didn’t want to, but set it so we would die if away from him too long.”

“Wow.  I see it, you will slowly and peacefully go to sleep and die if you don’t get some of his pheromones in your system once a month or so.  There is a hook in it though.  Something to do with your own hormones.  I don’t know enough to interpret it.”  She raised an eyebrow at me.

I said, “If she is pregnant, any negative effect will wait until three to six months after giving birth.”

“Oh! Another one of your safeties.  I see it now.”

“I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

Suddenly Natalie, who was in her usual spot at my right knee, started softly crying.  I asked, “Natalie, what is wrong?”

“It is so beautiful, how you are teaching Sara how you do things.  I just hope my Camille and Jasmine will also inherit it.”  I stroked her head.  She sighed.

When we got home, I passed Penny over to Alicia for training.  It was big news around our little town that we had both fixed another bunch of Andrew’s mutants and when the news got around that Sara had the talent.

Chapter 50

To her disappointment, Eve didn’t inherit the gift.  Six months later we found out that Dalila did but Cierra didn’t.  It appeared that my kids had a 50/50 chance of inheriting the gift.  What was interesting, it was extremely difficult to tell if they had the gift beforehand.  I made the rule that no one was allowed to read a kid’s DNA and say ahead of time.

Fortunately, they all had a very strong ethic like Sara.  Soon the clinic was bursting with Candy Stripers.  They helped out with broken legs, minor cancers and the such, but Angie saved the disgusting and evil cases for me. 

We were at lunch at the Chinese restaurant, Angie, Sara, Dalila, Tammy, Tanya, Raven, Nyesha and myself, when we head an impossible loud crash outside.  Tanya ran over and looked out the window.  “Looks like a truck collided with a bus!”

I slapped a C note on the table, and then joined my daughters and Angie who were already racing out the door.  On the street a tractor trailer had broadsided a bus which was turning into the station across the street.  The bus had been veed and flipped.  The truck driver had not been wearing his seatbelt and was fifty feet up the road on the pavement.

I ran to the driver, he was dead.  Not a pretty sight.  Racing back I joined the girls swarming over the bus.  Gas was leaking from both the bus and the truck.  The truck was a tanker and had ‘Liquid Hydrogen’ stamped on the side.  I yelled out, “Girls!  We can fix them later.  Stabilize them quickly and get them out of here!”

A chorus of, “Yes, Dad!” came back. 

I kicked out the windshield on the bus, then went around back and started ripping out the steel around the ventilation unit.  Soon I had an opening.  My girls had jumped on top and down through the broken windows and were inside, and they immediately started carrying out everyone.  Good thing they were enhanced, normally a 13-15 year old girl couldn’t fireman carry a 250 lb man.  I noticed that the girls were doing things like detaching legs and arms that were trapped under things.  It was amazing to watch.  I had to help Sara and Tammy who were trying to get at an elderly lady who had been in the middle of the bus where it was veed.  The three of us together pulled back the metal and slid her out.  Sara grabbed her, stabilized her, then carried her out.  Soon we had everyone left alive out of the bus.  I called out to the EB who had been keeping gawkers back.  “Jenny!  Tell the clinic to set up for triage, now!  And get some gurneys out here!”

She nodded and began speaking into her radio.  Within 30 seconds twenty EBs and nurses were there with stretchers.  Carrying one end of a stretcher with a man without any legs back, I saw that the lobby had been converted into a triage center with rollaway beds and the furniture pushed against the walls.  Soon everyone was inside out of the summer 100 degree heat.  I called out, “Girls!  Quickly, before everyone gets here, let’s repair these people.”  I sent a couple of EBs to the freezer to get several hundred pounds of meat.  Then we all got to work.  By the time the police showed up, we had almost everyone done.  While I distracted the officers, the girls finished the rest.

Good thing the EBs had cordoned off the accident site, because it choose at that point to blow.  The spilled gas and the hydrogen truck blew simultaneously.  Windows along the mall blew out.  Several people were knocked off their feet.  I could feel the heat from the front of the clinic, over 300 feet away.

Again the girls and I ran over, doing a quick healing job on the burned cops who had been standing around the site.  I just hoped no one realized that they had been burned.  We hauled them back to the clinic as well.

More cops and the firemen showed up and took care of the dwindling blaze.  I started to think about damage control.  There was a group of women in the bus who were conscious throughout the whole thing and saw everything.  All the gawkers had been too far away, even with videos from cell phones.  The rest of the bus passengers were out of it.  I went over to the three beds where the women were talking among themselves.  “Hello, ladies.”

The older one said, “Well, hello to you too young man.”

“Sorry about the accommodations, this is a small clinic and we don’t have space for things like this.”  I wave toward the accident.

“Not a problem.  I have worked triage in Somalia and understand.”  She held out her hand and I shook it.  “Sister Mary Gwendolyn.  Call me Gwennie.”

“Tom Malloy.”

“So you are in charge here?”

“You could say that.  I own the clinic.”

“I see.  And you are wondering if we are going to stay quiet.”

I winced.  “For argument’s sake let me ask, quiet about what?”

“The miracle all these teenage girls pulled off.  Especially since I have a hand now that I lost fifteen years ago.”  She held up her left arm and flexed her hand.

Oops.  One of the girls had gotten carried away.  “Sister Gwennie,” I used the ‘sister’ to emphasize her connection to God, “can we just call it a gift from God?”

“It certainly is that.  I can see that you don’t want anyone to know, but I would like to hear about it, if you would.”

*sigh* “Okay, but for the girls sake, could you please keep this to yourself and your confessor?”

“I don’t see where anyone has to know.  But this is a miracle, and I want to know about it.”

“Hmmm, well, the quick story is that I started this free clinic to use my abilities to heal without anyone noticing, and all the girls are my daughters.”

“Really?  They don’t look alike, I assume they have different mothers?”

I grinned, “Yes, Sister, I had them out of wedlock, by women that I have rescued.  And no, there was no coercion involved.  Every single one of their mothers asked me to get them pregnant, and they are still living together with me as well.”

“I take it you are not Catholic.”

“Technically I am a Lutheran, but I am not a big church goer.”

“Harrumph, we will work on that.  May I meet the young ladies?”

“Sure.”  I waved and got Sara’s attention.  She was still the leader of all the kids.  She marched over.  “Sara, this is Sister Gwendolyn.  Could you talk with her for a while?  She was wondering how you girls do what you do.  I gave her the general background.”

“Sure, Dad.”  She gave me a lifted eyebrow, I nodded.  Sister Gwen was too savvy not to figure out everything anyway.

I left her there.  The two of them talked for hours.  Sara got up and left at about six that evening.  I went over and asked, “So, is Sara answering all your questions?”

“Yes she is.  Quite the remarkable young lady.  Despite her unusual upbringing, she has very high ethical and moral standards.”

“I am quite proud of her and her sisters.  What is funny to me is that they are all much smarter than I am, the average IQ of my girls is around 180, but they listen to me anyway.”

“The average is 180?  What is Sara’s?”

“She was last tested at 208.  I am afraid to admit my own is a measly 157.”

“These girls have quite the future ahead of them.”

“Yes they do.  I am hoping that they will want to go out and found free clinics too.  This gift is something that needs to be spread as far and wide as possible.”

“No argument here, young man.”

“I am a pleasantly surprised at your enlightened attitude, Gwennie.  I was expecting the church to go bonkers if it ever found out about us.  It is, essentially, the power of God.”

“Not really,” she replied in full nun tones.  “Can you create life?”

“Only the old fashioned way.”

“Then it is not the power of God.  Can you raise the dead?”

“I haven’t wanted to even try.  That scares me.”

“As well it should.  Only God can create or give life.”

“That is a philosophical point worth considering.”  I hesitated, “Did Sara mention her great uncle Andrew to you?”

“No.”

“He had this gift, but he snapped and thought he was God.  He did many awful and evil things.”

“I am sorry to hear that.”

“He is currently in prison, with his gift removed.  I am telling you this so that you know of both sides.”

“He still lives?”

“Oh, yes.  I just removed his gift and turned him over to the authorities.  I have been working ever since trying to undo everything he did.”

“You know that what someone else did, even if they are family, is not your fault?”

“No, but this gift gives me a responsibility to help others and undo what he did.”

“No arguments here.”

“Anyway, Gwennie, here is the deal.  You don’t go overboard on telling people, and you can also send people to the clinic to be healed.  After all, this is a gift FROM God, and it should be used.  If a person is too ill or cannot afford to travel, I will go to them or arrange travel for them.”

“I can live with that.  But that brings up another question, what do you do for money.  All this is very expensive.”

“I do a Robin Hood.  I make rich people younger for a lot of money, then help the poor for free.  That was a moral dilemma, why should the rich get to be young again?  But I figure the end result is worth it.”

“Young again?  You mean you can make a person young again?”

“Sure, take a look at the women around the walls who look about 18.  Most of them are in their 30s and 40s, and some even older.  They are security, and the youthfulness actually keeps them alive in dangerous situations, plus they are all pretty enough to be slightly vain about their appearance.”

“With everything else, I am not going to complain about it.”

I looked at her chart, “Well, technically you should be ready to go, I will see about checking you out.”

“Actually Sara went to get some dinner for us, then she was going to take care of that.”

“Sounds good.  I will see you around, Sister.”

Chapter 51

Sister Gwendolyn kept her word, it was her confessor that couldn’t keep his mouth shut.  Fortunately the only person he told was the Bishop, who told the Cardinal, who told several other Cardinals.  I am sure that we would have been dismissed as faith healers, if Sister Gwendolyn hadn’t had her hand restored.  Apparently that bumped it into the possible miracle category, and a troupe of priests from “The Congregation” suddenly appeared at the front desk of the clinic that August.  I was upstairs patching up a harelip when Angie dashed in, panicking.  I hugged her to calm her down, then asked her to escort the gentlemen to my office upstairs, and then headed up myself.  I stuck my head in Zandy’s office and asked her to monitor my office.  I quickly filled her in with what I knew.

A few minutes the priests tromped into my office.  I waved them to chairs and then asked, “How may I help you gentlemen?”

The one in the center said in an accent, “We are from the Congregation for the Causes of Saints.  We are investigating a miracle.”  He looked at me expectantly.

“I am not sure what you have heard and from where.  So if you could explain yourself, please.”

They muttered amongst themselves for a minute, then the middle one spoke again, “We have received a report from the local bishop about a miracle of healing at this clinic.  Are you aware of this?”

“I am aware of the event yes.  I was not aware that you knew of it, since it was discussed in confidence.”

That started another round of muttering.  The result was, “A separate investigation will be made into that.  However, we are here now.”

“Tell you what, if you all agree that this is under seal, I will show you what you want to see.”  They seemed upset at someone having broken the seal.  I was willing to bet that they would honor it.

The lead priest turned and said something, probably a translation.  That started a spate of muttering amongst themselves again.  It lasted a while, over ten minutes.  Finally the middle priest said, “We agree.”

“Good.”  I held out my hand, “My name is Tom Malloy.”

He looked surprised and shook my hand, “Oh!  I am Father Ricci, and these are Father Conti and Father Moretti.  I am sorry but they do not speak English.”  Conti was a tall skinny balding man, whereas Moretti was average and had a glass eye.

“That is fine.  Hmmm, ask Father Moretti if I can look at his bad eye.  Can he remove the glass one please?”

Ricci was surprised, but he turned and translated for Moretti.  Moretti removed the glass eye.  I went over, covered his socket with my palm, and then re-grew the eye and nerve connections while repairing the socket.  I removed my hand, then went and sat down again at my desk.

Moretti blinked, then held up his hand, covering the eye, then uncovering it.  The other two priests gaped.  He exclaimed something.  Moretti turned to me and said, “He can see out of that eye!  How did you do that?”

“It is a natural ability of mine.  I can fix almost anything on the human body.  That is why I opened this free clinic.”  I wasn’t going to tell them about my daughters unless they brought it up first.

“Stupefacente.  I think we will have to discuss this.  May we withdraw and come back later?”

“Sure.  If you haven’t planned a hotel yet, there is a motel across the street or I can arrange for you to use one of the free houses next door in my shelter.”  There were currently two empty houses in my homeless project.

“You run a shelter?  And what do you mean, a ‘house’?”

“There are townhouses for the homeless, and you are welcome to use one while you are here.  They are quite comfortable.  Or you can stay in the men’s dormitory.”

“We would be very interested in staying in one of your townhouses.”  I could see that it was another research item, but I thought that they would be pleasantly surprised.

I picked up my phone and called the office next door.  “Bill, I have some guests.  Do you still have an empty townhouse?”  “Good.  Could you have the larger one set up with three beds?”  “Thanks.  A Father Ricci and his companions will be there in a bit to check in.”  “Yes.”  “Bye.”  I put down the phone.  “Father, it is all set up.  If you hit “T” in the elevator, it will take you down to the underground tunnel over to the townhouses.  I will have someone pick up your luggage in the lobby downstairs and bring it over.”

He nodded and they left.  I opened the door a minute later and asked the EB to call in and get someone to bring the bags over to the shelter office.

I called Zandy in and she and I discussed it.  It was a bit of a mess.  She liked my maneuver getting it under the seal.  She had one comment, “Don’t let them trick you by saying everything will be put in the Vatican Secret Archives.  The name is a trick.  They have been open to the public for centuries.”

“Good to know.”

The next morning they were back.  And the next morning, and the morning after that.  They wanted to observe everything.  It was beginning to get annoying.  I was getting ready to tell them off, when after they observed me replacing an arm on a six year old boy who had got it caught under a car, they finally spoke.

“Mr. Malloy.”

A little surprised, I looked over at them.  “Yes, Father Ricci?”

“When you are finished with your rounds, can we meet with you?”

“Sure.  Upstairs in my office in an hour?”

“Good.  We will meet you there.”  The three of them shuffled out.

An hour later we met in my office.  I had Zandy covertly observing again.

Father Ricci said, “We have concluded our investigation.”

“May I ask what your conclusions are?”

“Well, despite your gift, you are no saint.”  He smiled at that one.  So did I.  “We feel that the true miracle is that you have this ability, not what you do with it, although I would like to add that we do feel privileged to meet someone of your character.  With the gift that you have, you could have been another Hitler.  Instead you use it for healing.”

“While we have sworn not to reveal what we have seen here, we would like to add you to the list of experts used to verify miracles.  Our report will state that there is a miracle that occurred, but that it is harmful to reveal it.” 

He gestured to his left.  “Also, Father Moretti would like to thank you personally for repairing his eye.  He lost it during a civil war in central Africa many years ago.”

Father Moretti jumped up, stepped forward and shook my hand, “Grazie molte.” 

I knew enough Italian to say, “Benevento”.  As he sat down again, I said, “You know, you could send people with injuries like Father Moretti’s here to visit the clinic.  Plane fare and one night in a hotel is a small price to pay.”

“We had already thought of that.”  He stood up and held out his hand.  “It has been a privilege meeting you Tom Malloy.”

I shook his hand and lied, “Likewise.  Arrivederci Signori.”

Chapter 52

I decided it was time for another RV trip.  I wanted to do one similar to the one almost eight years before with Theresa, Leslie, and Erin.  School had started, so Lisa couldn’t go.  Instead, I had the hacker EBs add Sara (now 18) and Katie (Erin’s 13 year old daughter) into the state databases as Sara and Katie Graham, Thomas and Erin Graham’s daughters.  The identities created years ago for Erin and me were still valid, we had renewed the driver’s licenses and medical licenses, and they were even more solid with fake birth certificates slipped into the county files and added to the county databases.  Degrees had been added to the databases of the colleges on our résumés.  There were even legit social security numbers.  I didn’t even want to know how they got those.

The EBs who won the lottery were Shannon and Sandy, a beautiful Irish redhead and a dark Mediterranean brunette, who hadn’t ever gone on one of these trips before, the squeals and jumping about when their names were drawn went on for over an hour.  And, of course, Tami, who had been assigned as my full time bodyguard.  Natalie was also going, of course.

The chase RV with the seven security types and two mechanics went like last time.  Five of them were picked in the lottery as well.

Angie, Erin and I spent several days updating the website with more recent “research” on our “wonder drug”, sterilized water.  We mentioned that we had been able to synthesize the main ingredient to the cocktail, but not easily or in any great quantity. 

I went and salt and peppered my hair and added a shaved beard look to make me appear closer to the 43 that Thomas Graham was supposed to be.  In reality I was 34, but looked 18, of course.  We let go the fact that Erin looked the same age as her supposed daughter Sara.  Erin was really 46 and we had put her real birthday on Erin Graham’s papers.  It was hard for me to believe that I had known her for 18 years, more than half of my life.  Heck, our daughter Katie was almost as tall as her mother and looked a lot like her.  Katie’s gift had appeared just a few weeks ago, and she was still exploring it.  It was interesting since her older sister, Valery, didn’t inherit the gift.  Valery was actually happy about that.  She loved cars, and was one of the mechanics in the chase RV; she said that she didn’t want the responsibility that came with the gift.

We started by duplicating our trip from years before.  The RV park off the freeway in Denver was still there and we took three spots and parked as before.  As before, Theresa called the clinic and got an enthusiastic response.  I wondered who would be there from before.

As we entered the hospital, Dr. White was there to greet us.  Also there was a boy, about 12 or 13 with him, who was muscular and very healthy appearing.  There were about ten doctors in white coats surrounding them.  I recognized most of them.  Dr. White stepped forward and shook my hand, then Erin’s.  “Doctors Graham!  How nice to see you.”

We both said, “Nice to see you too, Dr. White.”

“I have a surprise for you.  Do you remember...?”  The teen boy stepped forward and it hit me.

“Tim!  Is that you?”

“Yes, sir.  Dr. White called me when he heard you were in town.”  He held out his hand and I gave it a hearty handshake.  Tim had been our first patient in Denver.  “I want to thank you for my life.”

“You look healthy.  Any problems and/or reoccurrences?”

He grinned, “No, Doc.  My only issue is how they keep taking biopsies.  But as the saying goes, I can live with that, literally.”

He shook Erin’s hand, then we both shook the hands of the other doctors.  Dr. White went on, “In fact, not one of the patients you saw has had a reoccurrence.  It is remarkable.”

“How did you explain half the patients getting up and walking out of the hospital?”

“You know what?  No one ever noticed.”  He grinned.  “Which was fine with me, because I never came up with a good reason.”  He got serious.  “We were hoping that you are here for a repeat performance.  We saw that you were able to synthesize more of the vaccine.”

“Yes, it was very difficult, but we managed to make a small quantity.  However, it is more than enough to do a second ‘trip’ out west like this.  We really want to make it in large quantities, but production is very expensive and difficult.  A very rich donation from a happy father made this batch possible.”

“How rich?  For a miracle like this, we could probably line up donors.”

“The initial ingredient needed use of the CERN collider to create, at a cost of close to a billion dollars.  From that it took over a year to produce a batch of about a hundred doses.”  We had worked that one up.  We didn’t want anyone to actually be able to “fund” our research.

“Well, maybe not.  Wow.”

“Anyway, one good thing, we have determined that it also works on the CNS as well as the other body organs.  It repairs CNS damage and, unless the patient is brain dead, usually wakes them up from comas.  There is a 95% success rate.  It actually heals 100%, but 5% of patients are no longer cognitive so repairing the brain doesn’t help.”  I made up those statistics, but I knew that they were accurate.  The Amanda and Wendy clones had been blank in that way.

“That is interesting.”

Another doctor asked, “You do any research on how that works?  Usually the CNS has trouble repairing itself.”

“No, unfortunately you know that I am unable to do patient research, and you know why.  I am happy to see Tim here, he is one of the first long term patients I have seen.”  Tim grinned happily.  I went on, “If someone with Parkinson’s is willing to be a guinea pig, we can try that too.”  I deliberately made myself seem over eager.

A per our script, Erin jabbed me in the arm and said, “Now, Tom, don’t get excited.  There are more than enough patients to take care of with proven results.”

“Yes, dear.”  That got a few smiles hidden behind hands.

“I’ll get a room across the way like last time.  Will that work?”

“Sure.”

Tim said, “I would like to help out.” 

Erin said, “Why don’t you help with the patients, getting them over there.  The hospital can’t use orderlies, so I bet the doctors here could use a hand.”

One of the doctors said, “Yes, that is a good idea.”  He winked at us behind Tim’s back.

Dr. White said, “Tomorrow morning at eight o’clock?”

Everyone agreed.

The next morning we set up in the hotel room.  Sara and Katie were there with us.  It was almost funny when Tim and a Doctor wheeled in the first patient, a preteen girl with some form of cancer.  Tim and Katie saw each other, and that is all she wrote.  They were instantly glommed to each other like glue.  Katie followed Tim back to “assist” with the patients, while Tim just had a silly grin on his face.  I brushed against her a few hours later, and she had already adjusted herself to have the positive reaction to Tim’s scent.

Sara contented herself to grinning at her younger sister and assisting me.  We let her do a few of the “massages”, after all she was a licensed LPN, both in reality and on her pseudonym. 

Erin wasn’t sure how to feel.  She was ecstatic helping Master with patients again, but she wasn’t sure how to feel about Katie and Tim.  She wasn’t sure about the whole thing, but Master obviously thought it was okay, so she wanted to accept it, she just had to work at it.  Katie had to grow up sometime.

The first day we took care of 17 pediatric patients, every one of which came in a chair and walked back to the hospital.  As we packed up for the evening, Tim jumped into the SUV with the rest of us.  I turned to look at him, and Katie, who was sitting next to him of course, didn’t pause in her discussion, but gave me the “look”.  I exchanged glances with Erin, shrugged and headed back to the RV.  At a stoplight I texted back to the RV, “We have a guest.”

When we got back, the grill was out and Leslie was grilling steaks while Natalie set the table and Theresa was cooking up vegetables.  Shannon and Sandy were over with the chase RV with the other EBs.  Katie introduced Tim to Aunts Leslie, Natalie, and Theresa.  Of course he recognized Natalie since ‘Spacers’ (what ‘Basic Wiring’ ended up being called) had been out just over a year earlier.  Natalie was the new sex goddess of teen boys everywhere.  She had even done a Maxim shoot in a skimpy bikini.

To Tim’s credit, his eyes only bugged out for a minute, then he turned his attention back to Katie.  After dinner I asked him, “Why aren’t you in school?”

“When my dad learned you were back in town, and that I wanted to help, he told me to go help you as long as you needed me and to not worry about school.  He also said to tell you that if you need more help, just say the word and he will take time off of work and lend a hand.”

“Thank him for the offer, but tell him it isn’t necessary.  So what are you going to do when we leave in a day or two?”

He looked miserable, “I don’t know.  I have been brainstorming about that since this morning when I met Katie.”

“Yeah, you two really hit it off.  I suppose you could visit each other a lot and burn up the ether with texts and Facebook.  You are welcome in our commune, but that isn’t fair to your father.”

“No it wouldn’t be fair.  He works very hard to repay all my medical bills from when I was sick, and to take care of me and my little sister since my mom died.  You are probably right, we’ll end up texting a lot,” he said dejectedly. 

I hadn’t heard about his mother, but he was matter of fact about it, so I pretended that I already knew.  “What does your dad do for work?”

“He’s in advertising, he works in the media office.”

“Monitoring or development?”

“Both.”

“Ummm, I have an idea.  Let me think on it.”  He got a hopeful look in his eyes.  I was thinking that his dad might be worth hiring.  My girls’ extent on that area was the banners done by high school cheerleaders and maybe a few daughters of car salesmen.  We could use a spin doctor.  It sure would have been useful during the church inquisition.  “Tim, when your dad picks you up tonight, ask him to come talk to me, okay?”

“Sure thing, Dr. Graham.”

That sounded funny, but I wasn’t going to tell him the truth unless a plan could be worked out.  We all sat around and watched the latest Harry Potter film.  Katie sat on Tim’s lap and giggled a lot.

At ten, Tim’s father arrived.  He parked and got out before Tim even spoke to him.  He came over and shook my hand.  “Dr. Graham, thank you.  My Tim is a wonderful boy and thank you for saving his life.”

“You and he are entirely welcome.  In fact, he seems to have really taken up with my daughter Katie.”  I gestured over to where the two of them were holding each other and almost crying because he was leaving.  I called over, “Alright you two.  Detach.  You’ll see each other in the morning.”  We both smiled as we watched the two give one final hug and Tim slowly walked to the car.

I asked Tim’s Father, “Tim says that you work in advertising media, are you a technician or spin doctor?  And by the way, what’s your name?”

“John, John Fredricks.  I used to work as a ‘spin doctor’, as you put it, for a politician, but it didn’t pay very well.  I was forced to go to work for an advertising agency.”

“John, I might be able to help you.  Do you have a résumé?”

“I have a couple of old ones from before I got my current job in the glove box.”  He turned and dug in the glove compartment, then handed me a résumé.  “Thank you again.  I’ll drop Tim off tomorrow morning before I leave for work.  About seven.”

“Good night.”

He nodded and left.  I took the résumé and went over to the EB trailer.  I asked the one in the main monitoring station to do a full background check on John Fredricks.  I went and snuggled with the off duty EBs and left them smiling, unconscious and drooling with cream pies, each and every one of them.

Back in the main RV, Katie had curled up with her sister Sara and fallen asleep.  This was the second time in 16 years, since Holly at the forest fire, that one of my girls had fallen so hard for an outside guy.  Unless one counted Paula, which I didn’t, because she never was one of my girls, just a friend with benefits.

In fact, I was going to have to go talk with Katie to make sure she didn’t do something stupid like remove her birth control.  Like all my girls, she had birth control sheaths on her fallopian tubes that automatically wore off when she turned 18.  But she wasn’t thinking clearly and she had the power to remove them herself.

The next morning, before he arrived, I sat down for a talk with Katie.  Her response was, “Well, duh.  I’m only thirteen.”  Good.

The duty EB from the night before came over and gave me the report on John Fredricks.  I gave Nancy a kiss to thank her and opened the folder.  She certainly had compiled a lot.  Credit reports, high school and college transcripts, parking tickets, the obituary for his wife (she died in an auto accident); it was the guy’s entire life.  Amazing what can be found online.

I went through the file looking for red flags.  The only thing I found was that he was a Missouri Synod Lutheran.  In other words, fire and brimstone, worse than Baptists.  He really didn’t seem the type.  I would check with Tim today and see if his dad was properly lapsed.  We couldn’t have a religious nut working for us because of our lifestyle.

When Tim and Katie were watching us with our first patient, I asked, “So Tim, you get to church much?”

“Not since I was sick.”

Good. 

We did another ten patients that day, two of which were in comas over at the long term care.  Because we were being watched, I couldn’t work much on the atrophied muscles or remove all the implants, but they were awake as they left the room.  One of the two was a pretty ten year old girl with a bad scar.  I winked at Erin, who knew personally about scars, then repaired it internally and set her body to repair the epidermal scar over the next few days.

When John came to pick up his son that evening, I took him aside, “John, how would you like to work as a media liaison for me.  Twice your current salary and full medical, including paying off your debts.”  He started to say something.  I said, “Hold on, just so you know, it is much bigger than this.  The Grahams are only an alias that I use to do healing, I have several estates and businesses.  While what we do is all legit, we live in a commune which many people wouldn’t understand.  You wouldn’t be living with us, but you would have to move near to my main facility, which is a free clinic.”  I looked over where Katie and Tim were glommed to each other.  “And, if you are wondering, I am making this offer for them.”

He thought for a minute, “While my impulse is to jump at the offer, I need to discuss it with my kids and my brother, who lives here.”

“Fine with me.  We are taking off tomorrow afternoon, if you don’t know by then, I am sure Katie and Tim have put ‘in a relationship’ on their Facebook pages and can easily set up contact.”

“I’ll know by then.”  He looked over at Tim and Katie.  “Hey, you two.  Save it for later.  Tim, it is time to go.”  He looked over at me, “Goodnight, Tom ‘Whatever’.”  He grinned and left.

Katie asked, “What did he mean by that?”

I laughed, “You were so absorbed over there that you didn’t notice.  I offered him a job back home.  So it wouldn’t be such a shock, I told him that Graham was an alias.”

“A job back home?  Wow!  Thanks, Dad!”

“I know how my girls think.  And when they latch onto a guy like that, whether they are thirteen or three hundred, they latch on for good.  He is talking with his family about it tonight.  Okay?”

“’k, Dad.”  She happily skipped off.  Erin, Sara and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes.

That night, Sara climbed into bed.  She deliberately pole sat, then said, “Daddy-Master, I will never leave you.”  Then she fucked me until we were both exhausted.

I said, “Sara, Katie is not leaving us.  Besides the fact that her mother and I won’t let her go anywhere for another three years, she will always be your sister.  A bit like your Aunt Holly will always be a sister as well.  You are not mad at her for leaving, are you?”

“No.  Aunt Holly spends most of her time with us anyway.”

“And you think Katie will be any different?”

“I guess not.  I just cannot conceive that she is giving up a wonderful life with you.  I want nothing more than to earn my ring someday.”

“Sara, you are close to that goal now.  Just think on why I am not upset about Katie, show me you understand and you can earn your ring.  That is the key to earning a ring, you know, that you put family above all else, including your own feelings.”

“That’s easy.  You are happy because she is happy.”

“Exactly!  See that wasn’t hard, was it?”

“No, but something else is hard.”  She grinned and began to ride me again.

An hour later, the eleven girls and I gathered as I gave Sara her ring.  The smell of excited female permeated the air as several of the EBs, Theresa and Erin began to cry with happiness.  I spent the next half of the night making them as happy as I could get them.

The next morning Tim and his dad showed up at 8:30.  “I hope that job offer is still open.”  He exclaimed.  “I went in and mentioned it to my boss and he fired me on the spot for disloyalty and had me escorted out of the building.”

“Sounds like he was looking for an excuse.”

“I think his nephew needs a job, and he just graduated from the VoTech.”

“Anyway, sure it is open.  Tell you what, why doesn’t Katie stay and help with the move.  She can put all the expenses on her card.  We’ll see you back home.”  Tim looked hopeful and Katie was jumping up and down.  Katie, like all my girls over the age of ten, had an account at Malloy bank with unlimited overdraft protection for emergencies.  Getting the bank card was one of their coming of age rituals.

“Hmmm, doesn’t she have school?”

“Katie got her GED in March.”

His eyebrows went up.  “Okay then...”

Katie squealed in delight.  I waved over an EB.  “Assign her a phone.”  She nodded and returned a minute later with a fancy phone, the dream of any teenager, and handed it to Katie, who squealed again.

Chapter 53

There was only one patient left, a man who had been in a coma for over ten years.  Scans had shown brain activity, he just wasn’t waking up.  I took one look and noticed a discontinuity on the brain stem, and repaired it.  He woke up almost immediately.

We met with the group of doctors again across the street at the hospital.  Dr. White commented with a grin, “I hope no one notices again.”  Erin and I shook his and the other doctor’s hands.  Then they shook Sara’s as well. After getting her ring, then being accepted among august doctors like that, she was floating.  Her every dream was coming true.

After a lot of hugging and crying on Erin’s part, we left, leaving Katie with the Fredricks.

Rather than go to Aspen, heck, I was there once a month anyway; we hopped on I-25 and headed south.  We were feeling pretty good about ourselves, so we decided to try again at the Santa Fe Regional Medical Center.  We set up at one of the dozens of RV parks on the west side of town, and had Theresa call again.  The website was hit hard, but in the end they declined.  Apparently they were currently under review so they were toting the line.  A little disappointed, we called the small Espanola Hospital which was about forty miles north of Santa Fe.  They were excited and happy to have a visit from Drs. Graham.  We transferred to an RV park in Espanola, practically in the hospital parking lot.  It was a beautiful drive through the beautiful state of New Mexico.

Erin and I were met by smiling Amerindian man in his 60s.  “Hello, Doctors.  I’m Dr. Sparrow, administrator of this facility.”  He shook our hands.

“Dr. Thomas Graham, call me Tom.”

“Dr. Erin Graham, and you can just call me Erin as well.  We have found it eliminates confusion.”

He smiled even more.   “I can see that.  When in private, I am just Sparrow.  It was West Wind Sparrow Hawk, but I simplified it years ago.”  He paused, “I have read your research paper.  I first saw it years ago, and a good friend of mine, Dr. White, said that he had met you and had seen your research verified.  He wouldn’t say where, but there was a rumor that several terminal patients in his hospital got up and walked out eight years ago.”  He looked at us for a reaction.  Erin and I just looked a bit stunned.  This guy was smart.  He snorted, “Harrumph, I thought so.  What I am amazed at is that spooks haven’t found you by now.  That website is very dangerous.”

We could only nod.  “Dr. White gave some of your background, and I see that you were able to synthesize more of your wonderful vaccine.  I assume you are here to make some of our patients get up and walk out as well?”

“Only if it is okay with you.  It is your career on the line if anyone finds out.”

“Heh, I am happy to retire if that is the result.  I can disappear onto the res if anyone comes looking for me.”

“If you have contacts like that, how about we head out onto the res after the hospital here and see if we can help people there?  I am travelling by RV and it would be easy to do.  Maybe help out the local clinics there at bit while we are at it.”

“I like that idea.  And once there we don’t have to worry about state licensing anymore.”

“Okay, two days here, then we head, what, west toward Four Corners?”

“Sounds good.”

“Then you can wheel or drive patients to our RV across the street.  That is the usual arrangement so that the hospital is protected.  Each patient will take about forty five minutes average.  Did you want to start today or tomorrow morning?”

“I want some time to talk to families first.  Tomorrow is fine.”  We shook hands again and he scurried off.

The next morning the patients started arriving.  We set up a medical tent next to the RVs with pumped in air conditioning from the oversized air conditioner in the chase RV.  (We could have done it from the other RV as well, but the EBs were paranoid.)  That day we took care of 11 patients.

The next morning there was a new vehicle parked in front of the hospital, a very large black truck with lots of antennas.  It made me a little nervous.  The EBs were a bit nervous as well.  Sparrow trotted across the parking lot to our setup.  “Morning.”

“Good morning.”

“We may have to take that bug out option sooner than we thought.”

“Let me guess, the big black truck?”

“Yes.  Early this morning I was contacted by the DOE about an unusual radiation signature observed yesterday in this area.  It was narrowed to within a mile of here.  The truck is here to zero in on the source.”

Crap!  Somehow the spooks could detect the ability in use!  I brainstormed quickly.  “Dammit.  It is the vaccine, when we removed it from storage yesterday, they must of picked it up.  It does emit a radiation, one that is harmless, in fact, slightly beneficial.”

“I don’t think it is safe to continue.”

“Neither do I.  With this news, my security types probably won’t even let me at the vault.  If we disappeared onto the res, do you think they will detect us there?  They never have before this.”

“I don’t think so, they probably caught it this time because you are so close to Los Alamos.”

“Did you get some time off?  Will you lead us west?”

“Yes, I requested emergency leave.  I have a lot of accrued vacation.  I will meet you where 96 splits west off of 84 north by the reservoir.  There is a gas station there.  Be careful, my friends.”  He left and headed back toward the hospital.

I told Sara, “Do not use your gift, even to read someone, until we are a long ways from here.”

She had heard the conversation, “Holy crap, Dad.  How the heck did they detect it like that?”

“I don’t know.  They must have some sort of top secret sensor that is not generally known.”

“It scares me.”

“Me too, honey.”

The EBs had been rapidly packing up the tent and buttoning up the RVs.  We were pulling out in minutes.  I paid the RV campground bill with cash, watching as the owner tore up and then gave me the original credit card impress.  I had an EB cover our plates with a sheet of paper which we removed after we were out of site of the black truck.  We wanted things to be as untraceable as possible.

We headed north on 84 until we came to the gas station near the 96 split.  Two hours later a brown SUV pulled in with a camper trailer behind it.  It was Sparrow.  He had a pretty teenage girl with him.  She saw the RV and begged to travel in it.  Sparrow rolled his eyes and told her that it was up to us.  I said, “Sure.”  I sent an EB to ride with him.

The girl, who was about 14, climbed on board.  “Hi, I’m Emily.”

We introduced ourselves.  She started exploring, exclaiming “Wow” every once in a while.

I wanted to be driving since we were passing close to Los Alamos on 96 west.  Call it an Alpha instinct.  Just to make sure, I told the EBs to use passive scanners only in the chase RV.  We quietly slipped by and headed west then southwest until we hit 550 and headed west again.  Finally we passed Farmington, where we tanked up and turned onto 64 west, and onto the Navaho Reservation and were safe.

After we left 96, I relaxed enough to let an EB drive.  The rest of us sat in back and talked with Emily.  Apparently her parents had died years ago in a car crash and she lived with her grandfather.  She was actually 15 and had just started high school and hated it.  She loved to learn, but was bullied a lot because of her heritage.  She was ecstatic that her grandpa had pulled her from school to go with him.

I asked her, “Why would anyone bully you?”

“Because I am a full blood Navaho, I guess.  That seems to be the type of thing that I am taunted with.”

“That’s silly.”

“Preachin’ to the choir here.”

To this day I don’t understand why anyone would bully a beautiful girl like Emily.

Suddenly Emily turned to Sara and said, “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That strange glow that came from you and surrounded me.”

Sara raised an eyebrow.  I was surprised too.  I asked, “You saw that?”

“Yes.  What was it?”

“A gift that Sara and I have.  I would guess she was reading your DNA to see how it differs.”  Sara nodded.

“Well, don’t.  It is kinda creepy.”

“We won’t if you don’t want us to.  It is harmless though.”

Sara said, “Sorry, but you are the first person ever to be able to detect it.  It is a reflexive action, a bit like looking at someone and seeing their hair color.  I have been suppressing it since early this morning and when I relaxed I automatically read you.”

“I don’t know what your grandpa told you about us...”

“Just that you were travelling doctors, and were using something that the spooks over at Los Alamos were coming after, so you had to flee.”

“Well, we told your grandpa it was a medicine we came up with, but in reality it is this gift.  We can read injuries and repair them.  Most people wouldn’t understand, that is why we came up with the fake medicine.”

“I see.  I will make you a deal.  I won’t tell anyone else if you immediately stop and tell my Grandpa.”

Erin, Theresa, Leslie and I exchanged glances.  I sighed, “Okay.  But I hope he will understand.”  I directed the EB to pull over.  She radioed the EB with Sparrow and the other RV so we all pulled over together at a small dirt wayside.

Sparrow came back and climbed into the RV.  “What’s up?”

“We have been talking to your granddaughter here, and it seems that she has a form of second sight.  She saw something and insisted that we discuss it with you immediately.”

He looked at Emily.  “So you inherited it.  Let me guess, you saw one of them healing someone and the aura scared you?”

I said, “You knew?”

“From when I brought you the first patient.  I have seen it before, a long time ago when I was a kid like Emily.  A shaman came to our town and healed a boy with a clubbed foot and another kid with a broken arm.  I saw it and told my mother.  She sent me to my Grandpa who in turn told me to go to medical school, and that the sight was a gift.  He died 45 years ago.”  He looked at me, “I understand your ruse.  You are doing something outside of modern medicine and need an explanation for non-believers.”

His granddaughter was staring at him, her jaw dropped.

I said, “I must apologize.”

“No don’t.  If I hadn’t seen it before, I wouldn’t have believed it ether.  I almost still didn’t until your first patient stood up and said he felt great.  It is an amazing gift, and I am honored to help you use it for helping others.”  He looked straight at me, “I am willing to bet that Hippocrates is dancing a jig with glee over what you are doing.”

He turned to his granddaughter, “Emily, I am going to say the same to you that my grandfather said to me, you have inherited a gift, and you should use it to help others, I hope by becoming a doctor of course, but it is your choice.”

I said, “I give the same speech to my daughters who inherit the gift.  Sara here has heard it more than once.  Happily, all of them are following a medical career, although with government goons with Geiger counters chasing after people with the gift, I am a little nervous about that now.”

“I am sure that it will work out.  Anyway, I would like to use your bathroom for a minute, I am not young anymore, then we can continue on.”

“You know, that part about not being young anymore, now that you know, I can do something about that.”

“Hmmm, tempting, but let’s talk about that later.”

We were soon over the Arizona border.  No sign of pursuit, unless they were using satellite tracking.  The EBs had reactivated their equipment and they reported that no satellite that they could detect was showing undo interest.  Since they had been able to track military satellites for a while now, that was a good sign.

It was interesting, I had many EBs that Alicia and Ester had recruited that seemed to have an unbelievable level of technical knowledge.  Angie had done a study on it, and it seemed that after training and the cortical suppression wore off, the perfect health of my girls rose their IQ an average of 40 points.  It was that they were always in the zone, no matter what.  And since the girls recruited for technical things were already very smart, it was amazing what they could do now.  Hacking military satellites was nothing to them.  Angie herself measured a 52 point increase in her own IQ.  She had written a paper on the subject, but couldn’t publish, of course.  Part of her theory was that the perfect health was a large factor in the unusually high intelligence of the children.

We arrived at a small building that had “clinic” written over the door.  It had once been a nice building, but was now falling apart.  Sparrow waved me over so I got out of the RV.  Waugh! It was over 100 degrees with really high humidity.  I staggered over to Sparrow who was watching and snickering.  We went into the clinic, it was a bit cooler, but obviously the air conditioning wasn’t running.  I quietly asked Sparrow, “Is the air conditioner broken?”

“No, the clinic hasn’t been able to pay the electric bill for over five years.  Fortunately the local wind farm lets them use some electricity off the books, but not enough for the air conditioner.  Quite frankly, it has been off for so long, I’d be surprised if it even works.”

I turned to Tami and said, “Tell the girls to pay the bill, put another year in escrow, and send the mechanics in to look at the air conditioner.”  She nodded and began whispering into her throat mike.

We waited almost an hour for the doctor to be available.  Just before our wait was up, suddenly the air turned on and the building began to cool down.  A minute later out rushed a harried looking blue eyed blonde woman.  She would have been pretty if she hadn’t been neglecting her health.  I could see immediately that she was overworked.  She took one look and exclaimed, “Sparrow!  What are you doing here?  Not that I am complaining mind you.”  She gave him a big hug.

“I am here to help for a few weeks.  With me here is Dr. Malloy.  He has perfected a new healing technique that’ll help out.”  I was a little surprised when he used my real name.

“Hello, Doctor...”

She shook my hand, “Oh!  The name is Dr. Sparrow.  This big lug is my great uncle.  But you can call me Olive.”

“Call me Tom.  And I have some of my staff here as well to help.  I think they just got the air conditioner going.”

“Oh!  We can’t afford that!”

“They took care of that too.  Actually, let me know what you need for supplies, and I’ll have them get them.”

She looked at Sparrow, thumbing in my direction.  “Is he for real?”

“He sure is.  So after you finish up today, we can talk about it.”

“Deal.  I only have one more patient in the waiting room, then I can close up for the night.  I’ll tell Doli that she is on call.”

“We’ll wait outside in the green RV.  Come on out when you are done.”

She nodded and ran off.  Sparrow and I went out and climbed into the RV to cool off.  Valery came in a few minutes later.  “That air conditioner isn’t going to last long.  The compressor is about shot.  We need to go to Flagstaff to get a replacement.”

“Valery, this is Dr. Sparrow.  Sparrow, this is my daughter Valery.”  They nodded at each other.  “Val, we’ll be ordering a lot of supplies tonight.  You can go to Flagstaff with a few of your friends (I wasn’t about to explain EBs to Sparrow) and get them as soon as we have a list.  Okay?”

“Thanks, Dad.”  She gave me a hug, and with a nod to Sparrow she left.

I asked Sparrow, “What is there for eating places around here?”

“Nothing unless you want to drive to the nearest town.  Fifty miles one way and seventy-five the other.”

“Well, then I guess we are having steaks from the freezer tonight.  As soon as your niece finishes up and tells us where to long term park, we’ll set up the grill.”

Both Emily and Leslie exclaimed, “Yea! Food!”  They looked at each other, grinned, then said, “Jinx!”

“Since you are so hungry Leslie, why don’t you get out the steaks to let them defrost a bit.”  She stuck her tongue out at me, but got up and started digging in the freezer.  Because Natalie was feeling left out of it, she really couldn’t cuddle with me when we had guests, she went and helped.

Sparrow and I chatted for an hour or so until Olive knocked on the door.  We opened it and let her in.  She exclaimed, “Oh, my god!” and collapsed on the couch.  I let her sit for a minute, then asked, “Olive, where is a good place to park for a week with the two RVs?”

“Oh, just park behind the clinic between it and my house.”

The EBs got to work moving the RVs, setting up the usual space between them for the extensions.  They got out the grill, and Leslie got to work grilling the steaks.  Olive was sighing in happiness as she smelled the steaks and corn, that Leslie found in the freezer, grilling.  “I haven’t had real food in I don’t know how long,” she exclaimed.  However, before the food was even ready, she dozed off.  I tapped her on the forehead, turning her off.

I smiled at Sparrow who was watching with fascination, then asked Sara, “Honey, will you do the honors?”

Sara, who loves biosculpting as much as I do, eagerly went to work, youthening Olive to 18, doing all the cheerleader changes, then adding all the EB enhancements and locking it all in.  Then she tapped Olive, returning her to her sleep.  A minute later she shook Olive’s shoulder, saying, “Olive, time to eat.”

Olive jumped up and said, “That smells so good.”  Then she looked puzzled and said, “For some reason I feel great!”  She was so eager to have the steak and corn that she didn’t worry about it though.

Sparrow quietly asked me as we sat down, “What did you and Sara do?”

“Just made her younger, faster, stronger, and with much higher endurance.  She will have trouble wearing herself out like that ever again.  Want to take bets on how long it takes her to notice?”

He grinned.  “No bet,” and bit into his ear of corn.

Olive was digging in with gusto.  “The only meat I usually get is roadkill or a chicken that someone uses to pay their bill.  This is the best meal I’ve had in almost a year!”

After the meal, Sparrow, Olive, Erin, and I sat down at the table and started a supply list.  Apparently the supplies that she had were mostly donated, much of it from Sparrow I guessed.  It was around ten before we finished.  Olive headed back to her house with Sparrow and Emily, and I handed the list to the EBs.  “Ronnie, assign a couple of EBs plus Valery for a trip to Flagstaff to get everything on this list.  If it is something that you can easily double up on, get more of it, like sterile gauze.  Thanks.”  I gave her a kiss and she nodded with a happy smile and took off.

The next morning Olive and Sparrow knocked at the door.  When then came in she said, “Sparrow tells me that you are the one behind the fact that I look like I am in high school.”

“When did you notice?”  I asked curiously.

“This morning when I was doing up my hair.  Sparrow says that you rejuved me to 18.  Why?”

“Because you were worn out.  I thought you could use the youthful energy.”

“Great.  I have a hard enough time fending off guys as it was.  Now I look like a bimbo cheerleader again.”

“So you figured out our little secret?”

“Yeah.  The results are a bit dramatic.  I always thought those old tales of Shaman healing were myths.  I guess not.  Wow.  This really shakes up my beliefs.  I am not sure what to consider real.  Anyways, thank you.  I guess I am a glass is half empty type this morning.”

“It is a family gift, sort of like Sparrow and Emily’s gift of second sight.”

“That is real too?”

“Sure is.  With a little training, they probably could use it like our gift, to see into a person and know what is wrong.”

Sparrow said, “I think that was the real reason our family had so many shamans in it.  How to use the gift was probably lost when we lost so many people in the 19th century.  Now that I know a bit how it works, I was going to try to develop it a little.  If Emily was interested in the family business, we could work on it.  Maybe send her back with Tom here during part of the year to learn from his girls.”

Emily said, “I like that idea, but I sure wish you could come with me.”

“I am too old.”

“Bullshit, Grandpa.  I heard Tom.  You could be 18 again too.”

“Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of it that way.  I was thinking that I had lived my life.  But I could have a new life, and continue helping people.”

“And stick around.  You and Cousin Olive are my only family.”

“Okay, I will do it, but not yet.  I need to wrap things up first, and I can’t do it as a dewy eyed kid.”

I commented, “But just to make sure...”  I put my hand on his back and rejuved the internal organs, so he was physically about forty from the neck down.

He said, “Wow! Thanks.  That sure makes you feel great, doesn’t it?”

Olive commented, “So that is how he does it?  He glows then it washes over the patient and they are all better?”

I looked at Sparrow and he laughed.  “I guess it really is a family trait.  Olive, honey, it appears that you have the sight as well.  Normal people can’t see anything.”

“Really?  My Grandpa told me I should go into medicine when I was a little girl, but he didn’t say why.”

Sparrow said, “Most likely you saw something and asked him about it.  Same thing happened to me.”

I said, “Let me take a look.”  I went over to Olive and examined her brain.  I called over Sara, taking a close look and comparing them.  I called over Tami and used that as a control comparison.  Olive had extra activity in the area behind the visual centers of the brain.  Sara had that activity, but going deeper back into the tissues.  I read what Sara had and copied it into Olive.

Olive said, “Ooh, I’m dizzy.”  A minute later she said, “I’m okay now.”

I said, “Take a look at me.  Tell me, what color is my pubic hair?”

“You don’t have any pubic hair.  What kind of question is that?”

“How did you know that?”

She sat there for a moment, then quietly said, “Looking at you, I can see that your DNA for that has been modified to prevent it.”  She looked around and said, “Holy shit, what did you do?”

“I saw that what you had was a subset of the full ability that Sara has.  I copied the part of her brain to yours.  It was part of the Occipital lobe and extended a bit down into the Cerebellum in the left brain.  Unfortunately I can’t do this for a normal person, because the interface to the rest of the brain isn’t present, maybe with more work.  Now as for you, you are using your natural brain interface with an enhanced ability.”

“What a diagnostic tool!  I can see everything.  Even the chigger bite on Sparrow’s ankle!”

Sparrow looked down.  His ankles were hidden in his socks and shoes.  He raised his eyebrows.

I said, “Let’s see how it works, and if there are no difficulties after a few days, we can awaken Sparrow’s and Emily’s abilities as well.”

Sparrow asked, “This may be a bit late, but how do you know you can trust us?  With an ability like that, someone could be another Hitler.”

“You know, that is exactly what the Vatican said.  And if that happens, a .38 slug to the middle of your forehead will stop you like anyone else.  I thought about that and took the responsibility when I did it, as I will if we do it to you and Emily.”

“The Vatican?”

“Yeah, they came to investigate.  Too many miracles of healing.  They proclaimed the gift as a miracle, but not what we do with it. I got them to put it all under seal so they can’t do anything about it.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Suddenly Olive said, “Shit!  It is after eight!  I need to open the clinic.”  She ran off.

I gestured to Sara, “Sara, honey, please go with her today to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself?”  She nodded and took off after Olive.

Sparrow had done this before, and immediately got on the schedule, working with patients.  The rest of us were nurses for a day.

At about two thirty the truck got back from Flagstaff and we spent the afternoon unloading the new stock and stocking the store room.  Valery got to work on the air conditioner and it was operating at peak efficiency in no time.

Olive was giddy all day.  She loved being able to instantly diagnose someone.  I had cautioned her to wait a day or two before trying to heal someone, but she said, “Even if this is all I can do, it is unbelievably wonderful.”

After work she was all energy.  “Damn, on top of everything else, I’m not tired!”

The next day I worked with her.  She was close to me a lot and got good sniffs in.  She was getting a bit touchy feely.  Not that I was complaining.

A kid with a rattlesnake bite came in about 11:30.  I turned him off and said, “Why don’t you try fixing the snakebite.  Anything goes wrong and I can easily fix it.”

She carefully put her hand over the bite.  She concentrated and the venom slowly drained and the wound healed.  It took a good ten minutes.  She was gasping with effort by the end.  I checked and she had done it right, but she was tired.  We tried a few more during the day, each one exhausting her.

That evening we discussed it.  “It appears that you have the full read capability, but only a limited healing.  My uncle was like that, except that he only had limited reading as well.”

She shrugged, “Beggars can’t be choosers.  I am perfectly happy with a perfect diagnostic ability with an emergency healing talent.”

I looked at Sparrow.  “If she has no problems by morning, do you want me to wake up your and Emily’s talents?”

He thought for a minute.  “Yes I do.  I worry about Emily a bit, but the potential of this far outweighs my minor concerns.”

The next morning Olive was up and raring to go.  She even gave me a hug and long kiss after breakfast.  She took off to open the clinic. 

Emily was right there so I asked, “Your Grandpa said that if you want, we can wake up your abilities.  Would you like that?”

She thought for a minute, “Hell yeah!”

“Do you remember our conversation about responsibility?”

“Yes.”  A lot of teenage sarcasm there.

“I am serious.  I won’t do this unless you understand and will be responsible.  I am the only one who can do it.  Sara isn’t experienced enough, and your Cousin Olive doesn’t have that fine of control.”

“What do you expect me to do with it, create an army of super-soldiers or something like that?”

“It has been attempted.”

“You’re kidding.”  She looked shocked.

“No, I am not.  The person who tried had his talent removed and is now in federal super-max prison.  Many of his victims committed suicide.  The ones who survived live in circus freak shows.”

“I understand.”  She was very serious.  “I can’t imagine how someone would even do something like that!  All those poor people...”

She wasn’t lying or acting.  I could read endorphin and energy levels in the body and tell.  “Good.  Always think about that.  This is a lifelong responsibility, and by lifelong, I mean centuries, maybe even eons.”

Her eyes got big again.  She nodded.  I reached over and turned her off.  I called Sara over as the template again, and copied in the changes.  Then I did all the cheerleader and EB physical updates, including setting her to stop aging at 17.  I tapped her on again.  She said, “Whoa!” and sat there for a minute.  Then she reached out to Sara and touched her hand.  “Wow!  This is soooo cool.”  She jumped up and ran off.  Sara got up and followed, muttering, “I wish they would stop running off.”

I grinned and moved over to the couch and flipped on the TV, watching the news.  Nothing much new, just the usual terrorist nut jobs fighting troops paid for by people who can’t afford it.

Sparrow wandered in a while later.  I said, “Emily is all excited.  Everything is working great.  I think we should wait until we do the full rejuv for you though, I don’t want to fight the neural pruning for brain cells.  Also, you probably don’t want it if you are going anywhere near Los Alamos.”

“Good point.  I’ll keep Emily away from Espanola, too.”

“Do you need help packing up?  I’ll send a few of my girls to help.”

“Out of curiosity, who are these girls?  They seem awfully subservient.”

“They are all rescues, except for my daughters.  I saved their lives, sometimes literally, sometimes by just giving them a new life, and they are all super grateful.  For instance, you may recognize Natalie over there.”  I gestured at Natalie who was making herself and Sparrow some coffee.  “She needed to escape her Hollywood life, and asked to be my personal maid.  It was her idea, not mine, not that I am complaining.”  I grinned.

He smiled back.  “Yeah, I saw her in ‘Spacers’ with Emily last year.  I am not so old that I don’t appreciate how beautiful and sexy she is.  Her acting ability sure has matured since ‘Teen Craze’ as well.”  He was speaking third person, but was directing the comments at Natalie.  She blushed and said, “Thanks.”

I commented, “I noticed that myself.  Now that she does movies for fun, she is light years beyond where she was as an actor when she had to do it.  I am very proud of her.”

Natalie tried to cover it up, but she almost fell over when Master complimented her like that.  As it was, pussy juice was running down her leg.  She summoned all her acting ability to appear just slightly thankful as she said, “Thank you, Tom.”  She quickly gave Sparrow his coffee and left the room where she immediately ran into a bedroom and collapsed, rubbing her clit as she moaned softly, holding back screams of delight as she rapidly orgasmed over and over.

“Leslie here is a cop I pulled from a car wreck, then later patched up after she was shot badly.”  I indicated Tami, “She was from a very bad home and needed a fresh start, Erin in the clinic was heavily scarred from an auto accident, and Theresa here, well, she is my sister.  She doesn’t have the gift, but she joined me on my mission.  I think originally because she loved her big brother, and now because she just wants to help people.”

Theresa laughed, “I still love my big brother, but yes, I love helping people too.”

“As for all of them being so beautiful, of the girls here I had nothing to do with that.  A few of the others over in the other RV I fixed up, mostly because they had really poor self images and needed it.”

“Of course, they all get to be young again as part of the deal.  That is a big incentive for the girls over 50.”

Tami muttered, “Especially Ester.”

I laughed, “Yeah, Ester.  She had been my head of security and has been young for 16 years now, and she still delights daily in it.  As for the ladies on this trip, I think the only one who shows their real age around here is Sara, who really is 18.”

“Anyway, enough of that, girls don’t like to talk about their age.  So what are your long term plans?”

“I have been planning for years on retiring and becoming an elder.  Right now I am thinking of retiring from the hospital, moving here and joining Olive in the clinic.  She is so overworked by herself here with just one nurse; that I feel guilty, and have for a while.”

I said, “An idea.  Why don’t you come work at our clinic for a few months, then Olive work there for a few months while you take over here.  Just until you two learn to use the gift.”

“That makes sense.”

“Also, because I am rich as Midas, I will also create an endowment for the clinic here, say $30 million so there is an operating fund of a million a year?”

He gulped and said, “That’ll do the trick.”

“Good.  I am leaving tomorrow, then.  I have been gone too long.”

That evening as I headed for bed, Olive followed me.  She turned out to be very good in bed, especially for a virgin.  The next morning she and I kissed and said goodbye.  We pulled out and headed back east with Emily as a passenger.  Sara stayed behind to monitor Olive.  We left the SUV with Sara, just in case.  Sparrow was going to put in his retirement notice, clean things up at the Espanola Hospital, and then arrange to ship all his stuff to Olive’s clinic.  Then he would fly out to visit us for a few months to get his rejuv and some training.  Then he and Olive would swap for a few months, and finally she would go join him in co-running the clinic.

Chapter 54

Sparrow showed up two weeks later.  He reported, “The big black truck is still sitting in the Espanola Hospital parking lot.  In fact I used that as an excuse for my retirement.  I got all indignant about ‘the government running around scanning everyone and everything’.  There are a lot of people upset right now.”

He continued, “You know, I think that they must have seen something like this before, otherwise why are they focusing on people and not artifacts, and why are they in the hospital parking lot?  Seems a bit suspicious to me.  Fortunately they didn’t discover the 11 patients that had a miracle recovery.  They were only looking at the incoming patient list.”

I commented, “I wonder if they already have some poor soul locked up in Los Alamos Medical?  If so, it could be that he is like Uncle Andrew.  So they are looking for people who are getting messed up, not people who are being cured.”

Sparrow asked, “Is this Uncle Andrew the one you mentioned to Emily?  She is still scared.”

“Yes it is, and good.  I want her to be scared.  My dad has spent years finding people Andrew messed up, and I have spent years fixing them.”

I went on, “Anyways, lets get you fixed up as well.  You probably want to get your second internship over as fast as possible.”

He grinned, “I didn’t look at it that way, but I suppose it is.”  He laid down on the exam table in the private exam room next to my office at the clinic.  A quick tap and he was out.  A beeksteak or two for muscle mass and I rejuved him to 18.  Then I went a step further and rejuved the mind, a step I usually didn’t bother with.  I wanted to reverse a lot of the neural pruning that takes place after the age of 30.  I added almost a pound of gray matter back into his brain.  Then, based on my own mind, and what I had done with Olive and Emily, I grafted in copies of the gift active parts of my brain into his.  Finally I set him to wake up normally and left him there.

An hour later I was going over some paperwork when he wandered into my office.  “You know Tom, this is unbelievable.”  He peered around.

“Sparrow, take a look at me.  What do you see?”

He peered at me for a minute.  “I can see everything.  This is amazing.  Emily is right.  This is a new life.  Wow.”

“Take the day, explore the ability and enjoy being 18 again.  Don’t try to heal anyone yet.  Why don’t you start tomorrow morning.  Emily is working as a candy striper around here someplace.  Why don’t you go grab her, tell her that she has the rest of the day off, and go out with her.  Maybe get some modern threads.  Do you want me to send someone local with you as a tour guide?”

“Sure.  And an updated wardrobe is a good idea that I didn’t think of.”

I asked the EB next to the door where Tammy and Emily were.  Tammy had a really good fashion sense, almost a gift in itself.  She was downstairs helping out in the daycare.  I led Sparrow down and told her to have Emily meet us there.

I called over Tammy as Sparrow and Emily oohed and aahed over his new bod.  “Tammy, take these two out and get at least a new wardrobe for Sparrow, and if there is time, let Emily do some shopping too.  Keep an eye on Sparrow, he was just rejuved and also has a version of the gift that I just woke up, so check for any mental confusion.”

“’k, Dad!”  She had her LPN license, earned just a few months before when she turned 16, and also had the full gift.  She was a bubbly type, a bit like her cheerleader mom, Trish.  She skipped over to Sparrow and Emily, and then led them out the door, stopping Allison, a rambunctious two year old, from escaping while she was at it.

I saw through the glass front (now shatterproof after the truck explosion a while back), and coming the other direction was Katie, leading Tim and John Fredericks.  Also with them was a drop dead gorgeous girl, about ten.

I had an addition going on the back of the clinic, doubling the size, and John’s office was in that addition.  Unfortunately it wouldn’t be ready for another month.  We had set him up using Erin’s office as a temporary office.  She didn’t use it much anyway.

Stepping out of the daycare, stopping Allison again, who was determined to get out, I waved as I exited; Katie shrieked and ran over with a big hug.  I hugged her back, then said, “Go say hi to your mom, we will follow you in.”  She nodded and took off into the clinic to find Erin.

Tim and his dad smiled as they walked over.  “Hello,” they both said and shook my hand.  The girl was flaring her nostrils, then she suddenly hugged me.  John looked surprised, but said, “And this is Tina.”  I did a quick check.  Tina had all the EB upgrades, including the scent pheromone tie in to me.  Katie had been busy.  John went on, “She and Katie are almost as close as Tim and Katie.”  Well, that explained it.  I nodded.

I said, “I will give you the tour.  Your office isn’t quite ready yet, so we set up temporarily in another one.”  I led them into the clinic, giving some history.  “The clinic was founded by Amanda and Mandy Thrupp in honor of their father who had died leaving them a lot of money.  They were two of my girlfriends and at the time we were searching for an excuse to use my healing techniques.”

“There are three floors to the clinic, not counting the basement.  The first floor is a clinic with exam rooms and an ER, the second floor has patient rooms and an OR, while the third floor has one executive patient room and offices.  The executive patient office is for VIPs, we make our money by treating the super-rich.”

“Currently we are expanding the clinic, doubling the size of each floor, adding a dozen exam rooms, a full cafeteria, twenty more patient rooms, and lots of new offices.”

“On level ‘T’ we have the basement and tunnel which leads next door to the homeless shelter.”  I took them down in the elevator and walked them through the tunnel.  “It houses up to 150 men and 150 women, plus 30 townhouses for families.  It has a cafeteria, police sub-station, common rooms, a banquet hall, daycare, park and the family in charge, the Ognows, house.”  I stood on the third floor window next to the elevator and pointed it all out.

Leading them back to the clinic, I took them to the third floor.  Leading them to Erin’s office, I said, “This is your office temporarily until the new section is finished next month.”  Erin had moved her stuff into Angie’s office next door and his nameplate was already on the door.  I activated the new owner on the doorplate, and had all three of them put their thumb print into the system.  That would let them use the elevator past the second floor, open the break room, and the office.  It would also open the clinic’s front door when closed.  But that was rare these days.

I went on, “Your new office will have a big waiting room, space for a receptionist, and be larger.  There will be a combination press room and meeting room on the ground floor of the new section as well.”

John was looking a bit overwhelmed, so I said, “Wander around a bit, get used to the place.  Give me a shout when you are settled in.”

He nodded.  For a spin-doctor, he didn’t talk much.  I didn’t know if that was good or bad.

Next on my list was that we needed another doctor.  Angie was completely overworked.  We had nurses coming out of our ears, seven original outside hires and over two hundred EBs, daughters, girlfriends, and myself that were LPNs.  Angie had used a temp when we went to Florida, but the temp, a friend from the city hospital, was unavailable for the long run.  Olive and Sparrow were both busy in Arizona, so they weren’t an option.  I needed to recruit.

I went and found Angie.  She was just finishing up a physical in one of the exam rooms.  All the rest of them were full, but none of the emergency flags were set.  I grabbed her as she came out of the room and herded her into the one empty room, flipping the sign to busy.  Before she said anything, I said, “Angie, this is an intervention.  How many hours have you been on duty?”

“Uh...about 53 hours.  Crap.  Even enhanced that is too long.  I see your point.”

I hugged her.  “Honey, what we need is help for you.  Do you know of any doctors that would fit the bill?”

She smiled, I don’t know how I knew that since I was still hugging her, but I did.  “Tom - Ester, Alicia and I worked up a list a long time ago.  They were doing background checks on the candidates last I heard.”

“Good.  Now, finish whomever we have waiting, then take at least a few hours sleep.”

“Yes, sir.”  I could feel her grinning again.

Back at the estate, I went to find Alicia.  She was at post 34 near the back fence.  I jogged back there.  As I approached, I heard her chewing out an EB.  I stopped behind the trees and listened.  “...do you think you are doing?  This is a serious job!  The sensors go down along the perimeter, someone could get in and hurt or even kill the Master!  There is no excuse for not reporting the bad IR sensor except laziness.  You will be transferred to external duty immediately.”

“No, please, not external duty! I can’t be away from the Master that long!”  She broke down sobbing.  It was hard, but I stopped myself from interfering.  “Noooo...,” she was almost catatonic as she curled up in a ball, hugged her knees, and started rocking.

“Getty, what are we supposed to do with you?  You were in the main house, got fucked by the Master regularly, but you fall asleep on duty.  I move you to perimeter duty, and you don’t report breaks in security.  It is like you don’t care about the Master.”  That wasn’t how I interpreted it, but I wasn’t going to interfere with Alicia’s discipline.

*sob* She started wailing.

Alicia said, “It is now clear to me that you don’t care about the Master.  You will report to Sarah for retraining immediately.”  Alicia looked over at one of the other EBs, who surprisingly weren’t watching the chew out, but over the fence, and said, “Qui, could you please escort Getty to Sarah for retraining?”

“Yes, ma’am.”  She nodded to the guard next to her, who took over both areas of watch, and then she took Getty’s arm and led her away.  Nice training.

I came up behind Alicia and gave her a big hug, cupping both perfect breasts while my cock slid down her ass.  She shivered and said, “Oh, Master, that feels so wonderful.”  Alicia was one of the few ringed girls who still called me Master.

I tweaked her nips and said, “I hadn’t realized that there were types like Getty.”

“A few, most of them you never see.  Troublemakers are assigned spots away from you.  What concerns me is that over the last six months or so, there have been more of them.  Sarah and I are going to have to sit down and figure that out.”  She snuggled back, “Oh, Glory to Tom, this feels wonderful!  I’m going to have to assign myself some personal guard duty soon.”

“Please do so.  Get some of the girls together as a film crew and we can make a training video together.”

“Ugh!”  Alicia grunted as she orgasmed at the thought.

“You can show the girls how to do it right, of course we will have to do it several times to make sure it is perfect for the video, although you do it perfect every time anyway.”

Alicia was convulsing in my arms as she had orgasm after orgasm.  Pussy juice was running down her leg in a river, puddling on the ground beneath her.  I whispered in her ear, “I love you, girl,” and she shrieked, arched her back, quivering, and collapsed on the pavement, unconscious.  I glanced over at the nearest EB, “You, Mary, get over here and help out Alicia.”  I signaled the next one, “Pam, come here.”

Mary and Pam gestured at the other EBs who moved to cover their areas as they rushed over.  Mary carried the unconscious Alicia over to a bench while I bent Pam over and rammed home in her already dripping pussy.  She shrieked and came, cumming over and over with every stroke.  I came myself, leaving a large cream pie, and she grunted and passed out.  Mary quickly rushed over and licked me clean, grunting and passing out herself.  None of the other EBs on the wall came over to help their sisters.  No new rings there.

I called out to the next EB in line, “Have Alicia come and see me when she awakens, okay?”

“Yes, Master.”

I jogged on, leaving six more cream pies before an EB had enough gumption on her own to signal the EB next to her to watch her post and race over to help her sister and clean me up.  I mentally made a note to keep an eye on that one.

I was chowing down on a turkey sandwich when Alicia caught up to me.  “Master, what’s up?”

“Alicia, Angie tells me that you have a list of potential Doctors for the clinic.”

“Yes, we finished the security checks a few weeks ago.  I was going to get together with Angie next week to look them over again.”

“I am bumping the priority on this, could you get me the list?”

“Sure.”  She whispered into her mike.  “On the way.”

“Now, two other things, one, Betsy Six has been actively helping family and being generous.  Please promote her.”  Angie nodded.

“And second, come here.”  I gave her a big kiss.  Lifting her up and sliding her down, I impaled her on my hard cock.  She moaned and orgasmed.  Leaning her against the wall, I fucked her through nine more orgasms before the final one where she felt my cum, shrieked and passed out.  An EB, encouraged by her training coach, scrambled over and licked me clean, passing out next to Angie.  I smiled and gave the thumbs up to Fawn Four, the training coach.

An EB was waiting in the doorway with a pile of folders.  I gave her a kiss and a butt squeeze and she moaned and braced herself against the wall.

Sitting down in the living room, I went through the folders.  Most of them were eliminated immediately due to being married or being successful and owning their own practices.  I had it narrowed down to three within an hour.  Two ugly ducklings with physical issues, and one drop dead gorgeous.  Going through ducking number one’s folder, she was already working in a free clinic in Boston.  I marked her folder for a seven figure grant and moved on.  It was a tie between the last two.  I decided to go for both.

After all the air travel, with two out of area compounds (not including Arizona), we had just purchased a new corporate jet.  One of the EBs was a commercial pilot, but we had to hire a co-pilot.  Yet another recruitment I had to do soon.  If they had both been EBs I could have just gone, but the hired pilot needed notice, so we were leaving in the morning.

We did have mechanics to spare, so I wasn’t surprised at the twenty plus mechanics going over the plane the next morning.  With them was the EB pilot, Carlotta, who was going over some detail with Ester.  The hired pilot was checking out both the plane and the hot EBs working on her.  At one point I had to go over, tap his shoulder and say, “Hey, check the plane, not the girls!”  He jumped, grinned, and said, “Yes, sir!”  He stuck to examining the plane except for once.  Since I was distracted by Holly’s mini-skirt myself as she bent over without panties, I didn’t say anything.

An hour later we were airborne to Grand Forks, ND.  Duckling number two, Doctor Yolanda Ronalds.  A prodigy like Angie, she had been four classes behind at the same college.  She was short, pudgy, and had a horse face.  She now worked at a hospital, trying to pay off student loans.  She had done the Peace Core in Central Africa for a year, and was now a bit frustrated with her current position.  I had no idea how my girls had determined that.  I was amazed at some of the information that was in the file.

At the hanger when we landed were two black SUVs.  I hopped into the first one, and we drove east into the small city.  Southwest of downtown was the hospital.  It wasn’t very big.  I was surprised that they would even have a new doctor like Doctor Ronalds.  I suppose that an inexperienced doctor was cheaper.

I, followed by Sara and Fawn, marched in up to the reception desk.  “Is Doctor Ronalds available please?”  We looked pretty official with my suit and the girl’s pantsuits. 

The receptionist, a hot blonde with beautiful blue eyes, dreamily said, “Where have you been all my life?”  Then she shook her head and exclaimed, “Oh!  Sorry about that.”  She blushed.  “Doctor Ronalds you said?”  She quickly picked up the phone and talked for a minute.  “She is busy.  The nurses’ station said she would be back in a minute and they will pass on the message.”

I smiled and said, “I’ve been out of state for most of your life.”

She blushed even more.  “I’m sorry for the comment.  I was on the phone discussing guys with a friend when you walked up.”

“Fine with me.”  I read her nametag, “Jenny, would you like to get together for cocktails tonight?”

She blushed a third time.  “Okay.”

“So where is a good place?”

“Around here?  Unless you want a dive or a family restaurant, Applebee’s is the only real place.”

“Applebee’s it is!  Nine sound good?”

“Yes.”

“See you then!”  I gave her a big smile and she relaxed enough to smile back.  “By the way, my name is Tom.”  I went over and sat in the small lounge.

A few minutes later, Doctor Ronalds showed up.  She went to Jenny’s desk and I heard her say, “Hey, Jen.  They said I have a visitor?”

“Yeah, you lucky girl, you.  See the hot guy over in the lounge?”

“Really?  I wonder what he wants?”

“Don’t know, but he moves fast, I already have a date with him tonight.”

“Jen!”

“Well, anything is better than the losers around here, and he is cute, and pretty damn sexy too.”

“Geez, Jen.  Anyway, I had better go see what he wants.”  She turned and headed over with her hand out.  “Hello, I am Doctor Ronalds.”

I stood up and shook her hand.  “Hi, I’m Tom Malloy.  I am recruiting and would like to talk to you.  When would be a good time?”

She raised her eyebrows.  “Who are you recruiting for?”

“The George Thrupp free clinic.  We give free hospital care for the poor.”

“I would like to hear more.  My shift is over at five.  I’ll see you at T.R.’s parlor at five thirty.”  We shook hands again.  As Sara, Fawn, and I were leaving, I heard her say to Jenny, “Damn girl!  Even better, he works at a free clinic!”  That was the last I heard as the door closed behind me.

T.R.’s turned out to be a local watering hole.  She showed up at about five twenty.  I had a carefully cleaned booth as close to the front as I could get.  Several of my guards were scattered around the room.  Sara, Zandy, and I were waiting as she sat down.  I introduced as hands were shaken.  “This is my daughter Sara, and the clinic lawyer, Zandy.”

“Nice to meet you.”

I said, “Zandy is here with an NDA.  If you care to look it over, we can talk details.”  Zandy handed over our standard NDA.  Doctor Ronalds looked it over and quickly signed it.  Zandy notarized it and she sat back, her part done.

I went on, “Thank you for seeing us.”

“I like the free clinic idea.  How does that work?”

“Essentially we do custom biosculpting for the rich, and use the money to run a free hospital for the poor or whomever needs it.”

“I am not a plastic surgeon.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.  We need you for the clinic section of the hospital.  Our current Doctor, Angie Wilson, is very overworked.  She is running the place by herself and I am afraid that she will burn out.  You may recognize the name, she was a couple of classes ahead of you at your school.”

“Yes, I was always being compared to her.  It sticks in my claw that she turned out to be a goody two shoes.  I was angry enough being always compared to her that I wanted her to turn out a snob.  Instead, she outdoes me again.  *sigh*  Well, does the clinic do any other community work?”

“We have a portable hospital that we take to disaster sites, and we occasionally do random trips doing free surgery for children, things like that.”

“Damn, I am liking this place more and more.  There has to be some catch or you would have every new doctor in the world clamoring to work there.”

“The world in general doesn’t know about the clinic.  Also, the biosculpting we do is very advanced.  Think science fiction.  We can change a person’s entire body.  We don’t want hordes of people to obscure our main function of helping the poor.”

“What do you mean ‘entire body’?”

“I mean, for instance, we can take you and within a few hours, make you look like Jenny or anyone.  We can heal or cure anything.  I developed this technique when I was a teenager, and founded the clinic to support my work.”

She was cogitating hard.  Suddenly she looked up, “You said Sara here was your daughter.”

“Yes.”

“Is this technique why you don’t look a day older than she does?”

“Yes.  I am currently in my 30s.  Zandy here is in her 40s.  Sara really is 19.”

“I don’t know why, but I believe you.”

“The job would include a free biosculpt, you can be 18 again, either looking like yourself, or as Miss America, your choice.  Other perks are that we would pay off all your loans as a signing bonus.  You will also have six weeks a year paid vacation.”

She got excited at the last.  “Could I take all the vacation at once?  I have been wanting to go do ‘Doctors without borders’.  A month a year sounds good for that.”

“Heck, for that, I would give you extra time off.  We have literally hundreds of LPNs that would love to go with you too.”

“You’ve got a deal.  I’ll give my two week notice tomorrow morning.”

I shook hands with her again, handing her my clinic card.

She said, “Now that that is out of the way, you mentioned Jenny.  She is a very good friend of mine.  You treat her right.”  She gave me the ‘look’.  “I can tell you are a ladies man.”  With that she got up and left.

We went and checked into our hotel.  I changed into a shirt and slacks then headed over to meet Jenny at nine.  She showed up a five to nine.  She was in a beautiful dress of a style I had never seen before.  As she walked in I said, “You look fantastic!  I have never seen a dress like that before!”

“Thank you.  I designed it myself.”

“Wow.  You’ve got talent.”  I escorted her to my table.

“Thank you again.”  She sat down.  We ordered drinks.  She got one of the fancy ones, I just got a strawberry lemonade.  “So, how did the big meeting with Andy, I mean Doctor Ronalds, go?”

“I think it went well.  If you promise not to tell her I said so, she took the job offer.”

“I will tell you a secret, she had already decided to take it before she even met you earlier.  It has always been her dream to work in a free clinic.”

“Yeah, and it kind of cemented the deal when I offered her paid time off to go do her thing in Africa.”

“I’ll bet!”  She paused.  “I am really going to miss her.  She’s one of the few real ones.  You know what I mean?”

“Yes.”

“So what do you do when you aren’t hiring doctors?”

“I run things.”  I really didn’t want to go into details.  “What about you, what do you do when not directing visitors?”

“Well...I was an accountant, but the head of the accounting department is my ex., so I was reassigned.”

“I am amazed that you were still working.  Must be a fantastic HR department.”

“Not really.  I just have a friend who works there.”  She looked over my shoulder and winced.  “Speaking of my ex, I apologize in advance.”

I turned around.  Advancing on me was a balding ex-jock type.  I waved back Tami and Fawn who were getting up from their flanking tables.  He stomped up to me.  I could smell the booze several feet away.  He bellowed, “Jenny!  What are you doing here girl?  Come with me.”  He reached for her.  I blocked him.

Looking at me and blinking slowly, he said, “Do you know who you are dealing with?  I wath all-state.  If you know whath good for you, you move.”

“Sorry.  Jenny doesn’t want to go with you.  Why don’t you go home and sleep it off?”

“You giving me an order, little boy?”  He swung at me.  I easily caught his fist.

“Yes I am.  Now go home before the manager calls the police.”

He stared stupidly at his fist in my hand.  This wasn’t supposed to work this way in his mode of thinking.  He stepped back and tried a karate kick.  I caught that too.  He tried to rush me.  I stepped aside, taking Jenny with me.  He rushed past like a bull and ran into the wall, knocking down the antique sled hanging there, which knocked him on his noggin.  The stubbornness that had served him so well as a high-school jock allowed him to stagger to his feet, where he tried to rush me again.  Again I stepped to the side and he barreled into a table, knocking it and the stools over.  This time he laid there moaning.

I asked Jenny, “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I am so sorry.”  She looked angry.

“What are you sorry about?  It was this idiot who is causing the trouble.  We were just sitting here enjoying the drinks.”

I turned to the waitress, who was standing there with her mouth open, and said, “Thanks for the drinks.”  I handed her a C note, then left with my erstwhile opponent still lying on the floor moaning.

As we stepped out the door, Jenny said in a husky voice, “Take me to your room.”  She glommed onto my arm.  Since the restaurant was part of the hotel, I went over to the elevator and took her to the fourth floor and down the hall to my suite.  By the time we had made it inside, she was already naked and dragging me to the bedroom.  I wisely didn’t resist.   Resistance was futile.  She had me naked and laid back on the bed in no time.  Growling like a tiger, she mounted me and fucked me like there was no tomorrow.  Considering she wasn’t enhanced, it was quite the fuck.  She was orgasming constantly as her pussy convulsed along the length of my cock.  She finally gasped and collapsed next to me, a warm deposit in her belly.  It was one of the wildest and steamiest fucks I had ever had.  I liked this woman.  Leaving myself plugged into her, I went over her body, rejuving her from 30 back down to 18, and giving her all the EB changes.  It was fun, I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock as it grew younger.

I also noticed that she was very fertile.  I pushed her new state into her eggs, including the two just fertilized.

An hour later, I awoke as she slipped out of bed.  I asked, “Where are you going?”

Startled, she paused and said, “I have to get home before Barry comes to.  If he found me at the bar, he will find where I live.  I have to move before he gets there.”

“You are welcome to go back with me.  Heck, I run a shelter, you could take a room there until you get settled.”

“That sounds good, but I still have to go get my stuff.”

“Let me take care of that.  What is your address?”

“2341 Wentley, Apt. 12.”

“Anything hidden, like a safe?”

“No.”

“’k.”  I pulled her keys from her purse, went to the door, opened it and told the EB outside to have a team go pack up Jenny.  I mentioned the ex, and she nodded.  I closed the door.

“All taken care of,” I told her.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, she was one of my bodyguards.”

“From what I’ve seen, you don’t need any bodyguards.”

“They are there mostly to prevent kidnappings and assassinations, things like that.”

“Seriously?  Who the heck are you anyway?”

“Like I said, I run things.  A hospital, a shelter, a small colony, the city of Aspen, things like that.”

“The city of Aspen?”

“Well, I own 90% of the city’s businesses and property, so I pretty much run the city.  I’m not mayor or anything like that.”

“But why?”

“I am a medical prodigy, and all that has accumulated.  As I told your friend, I am a healer.  You can see this for yourself.  Go look in a mirror.”  I grinned.

She dashed over, still beautifully in the buff, to look at the full length mirror on the front of the bathroom door.  She looked, then looked closer.  “Shit!  I look like a teenager!”

“You will be physically eighteen for the rest of your life.  A thank you gift for a wonderful evening.”

“Heh, I would love to let Barry see me now!  One of the reasons I left him six months ago was that he had slept with a seventeen year old high school bimbo, claiming I had let myself go.”

“He really is nuts, you are damn hot, rejuv or not.”

“Thanks.  You know, I wouldn’t have minded so much if he hadn’t said I had let myself go.  That hurt.”

“Another note, while I was giving you the rejuv, I noted that our actions earlier had a natural outcome.  You have two eggs that got fertilized this evening.”

“Are you joshing me?  Fraternal twins?  OMG.”  She sat down on the bed.  “Now what am I going to do?”

“I see three options, one, you could just continue as you have been.  Two, you could come with me and join my other girlfriends.  Or, three, since they are my kids too, I will pay for an apartment and board for you and the kids.”

“Other girlfriends?”

“Yeah, that ‘colony’ I mentioned.  It is a group of girls who decided to share me, including the bodyguards outside.  The group has grown quite a bit.  It is essentially a small town now, which includes school, daycare, lots of social activity, and lots of love.  And lots of security, Barry will never get near you.”

“That sounds nice, mind if I try that?”

“No problem.  I will send a couple of girls with you to help on the move and to answer any questions you have.  I have to continue, there is another doctor I need to recruit.  Now, get back over here.  We both need our sleep.”

The next morning I sent her off with Fawn and Gerty.  They would help her move (all of her stuff was in the back of the SUVs).  Zandy and I headed over to Doctor Ronalds apartment.  We missed her, so we slid a contract through the mailslot.  Zandy had prepared it based on the discussion the day before.

We took off in late morning, heading for Georgia.  We landed in Rome and headed south into town.  I was examining the folder.  Doctor Liz Donovan, a beautiful redhead.  She worked at the small medical center to pay for her ailing mother’s care.  She had been a classmate of Angie’s, the two of them had had a friendly competition throughout college.  Angie had been valedictorian, whereas Liz Donovan had been salutatorian.

Like Ronalds, she worked in the ER at a regional hospital.  I walked in and asked the receptionist, an old frowning gray haired lady this time, if I could see Doctor Donovan.  She snapped, “All appointments are managed by the ER desk.”  She turned away and began to type on her computer.

I was pretty pissed as I asked, “So where is this ER desk?”

“Just inside the ambulance bay.”  Singularly unuseful.  Anyway, I rolled my eyes while she was watching, then left and walked around the building until I found the bay.  Inside I asked the nurse, he in turn directed me and Sara to a seat.  They weren’t very busy, I guess that was the consequence of being down the street from another hospital.  I wondered at the logic of building two competing hospitals only a few blocks apart when the next one was over thirty miles away.

After about an hour, she came out.  She was as pretty as her photo.  Rejuved she would be a knockout like her friend Angie.  I stood and shook her hand.  “Hello.  I am Tom Malloy.”

“Ah, Angie’s boss.  She said that you might be coming to talk to me.”  I was a little surprised, I hadn’t realized that Angie had been in contact with her.  I guess it showed.  “She didn’t tell you, did she?  Yeah, she and I have been Facebook friends for many years now.”

“That is good to hear.  So, do you want to have a sit down to discuss an offer?”

“I sure do.  Meet me down the street at the café in fifteen minutes.”

“Sounds good.  See you there.”

Ten minutes later she came into the café and joined Zandy, Sara and me at our table.  She enthusiastically greeted the other two, mentioning how Angie had talked about them so much that she felt like she knew them.  Zandy handed her the NDA, which she scanned quickly and signed.

She said, “I will tell you what I need, and if we have a good consensus, I will take the job.  I hate it here.”

I nodded.

“I need a decent salary to pay for my mother’s care, plus enough time off to take care of her.”

“Is that it?”

“Yes.”

“Counteroffer.  We will physically repair your mother so she doesn’t need the care, and hire you both.  According to my information, she is a very good nurse.”

She blinked.  “Are you serious?  If you weren’t vetted by Angie, I would leave now.”

“Very serious.  Tell you what, call Angie right now and ask her if we can do as I say.”

“Hmmm, I feel that I can trust you, but this is too important.  I will do as you say.”  She pulled out her cell and called the general Thrupp clinic number, which was on her speed dial.  She talked to Angie for a while, then hung up.  “Angie says that if you say you can do it, you can.”

“Tell you what, we will write into the contract full coverage of your mother’s medical expenses, whether I can do what I say or not.  Plus six weeks vacation time.”

“Sold.”  She thrust out her hand.  I shook it.

“We’ll have the contract ready in a few hours.  Do you want to take care of it here, or wait until you start?”

“Both.  I will start as soon as you will let me.  Don’t worry about the two weeks, as soon as I tender my resignation, I will be kicked out of the building.  These people are real jerks.”

“Okay.  Zandy, why don’t you go print it up, include the standard payoff clause and family perks.”

“Sure thing, boss.”  She took off to set up her gear in her hotel room.  The EBs would have checked us in by now.

I asked Dr. Donovan if she needed to get back to the hospital.  “No.  There is nothing serious I need to do, and I am hoping that they will fire me.  Save a lot of trouble.”

We just sat and chatted for about an hour.  Zandy came back in and presented the contract to Liz.  She read through it quickly, then signed it.  Zandy also signed it, and Liz sighed.  “Give me an hour and I will be right back.”  She took off.  Forty minutes later she was back.  “Well, that is done with.  I’m yours.”

Damn, this woman doesn’t hesitate for anything!  I was amazed at how much she hated that hospital.  I said, “Let’s go see your mother.”

“Now?”

“Sure, why not?  I will bet that she will be joining you in a drink here an hour from now.”

“You’re on.  What should we bet?”

“How about a kiss on the cheek?”  I grinned.

“Heh.  You can’t lose that one.  But it’s a bet.”  She grinned back.

Her mother was in the short timer wing of the geriatric home attached to the hospital.  We marched over, punched the code into the side door, and went in.  Her mother was in bad shape, but she really was pretty in her wedding picture on the wall.  She was emaciated, I took a look and said, “Sara, what do you think, 50 lbs or 75?”

“She is a tall lady, with all the body mass needed, I think 75 lbs.”

I nodded to the EB guard who whispered into her mike then said, “15 minutes”.

I looked over at Liz and said, “My assistants are getting some meat to use as body mass.  It will be a few minutes.  Is she conscious?”

“Yes, she is just asleep, but she has mild dementia.”

“Just so you know, we can cure the dementia, but any damage done to the memory is permanent.”

“I understand.”

“Do you want to just do it, or talk to her first?”

“I really want to talk to her, but it takes a while for her to become aware.  Let’s just do this.”

I nodded and reached over and turned Gertie Donovan off.  We closed the door, and then the girls and I stripped her down.  By the time we were finished, the EBs were back with the huge container of hamburger.  I think they raided it from the home’s kitchen.

Sara got to work from the bottom up, while I went to work on the head and brain.  I cured the brain, revitalizing the several dead areas, removing some sort of strange growth, repairing blood vessels, reversing the neural pruning.  Carefully, I reconnected neural pathways that had been severed by the dementia. 

I went over the head, using a handful of hamburger as mass to rebuild the beautiful face and grow long auburn hair.  Because of the less exacting work, Sara was already up to the chest area.  I worked down, using another big handful of hamburger to restore the neck.  Sara was just finishing the internal organs and was moving on to the breasts.  I went to work on the left arm, restoring it to late teens.  Then I did the right one the same way.  The two of us rolled her, then while Sara did the back of the legs, I fixed up the gorgeous ass and back.

Gertie Donovan was 18 again.  Sara and I had also done all the standard EB upgrades.  She was going to be one surprised lady when she woke up.  Liz was standing there, her jaw open with big eyes.  The girls and I redressed Gertie.  We had to leave things unfastened because of the 75 lbs of muscle and baby fat added to her frame.  I turned her back on, leaving her asleep.  Nodding to Liz, I said, “Liz, wake her up, why don’t you?”

She went over to her mom and gently nudged her shoulder.  “Mom.  Time to get up.”

Gertie opened her eyes, “Liz, what are you doing here?”  She looked around.  “Oh crap, where am I?  This place looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t place it.”

Liz smiled.  “Mom, this is your room at the Fawler Geriatric Home.  You have been ill with dementia for several years now.”

“What?  Nooo...”  She really looked scared.

“Don’t worry, we just cured it.  You may have some amnesia though.”

“How do you cure dementia?  I must have been out of it for a long time.  I haven’t ever heard of that.”

Liz glanced at me.  “It is not mainstream.  Along with the dementia, we took care of a few other things as well.  Check the mirror in the bathroom.”

Gertie hopped out of bed and easily walked to the bathroom.  She took one look in the mirror and stared.  She said, “I haven’t looked like this since I was a nurse with a MASH unit in Korea.”  She held up a hand and stared at it.  “My arthritis, it’s gone too!”

Liz said, “Uh, Mom, there are a couple of issues we need to deal with.”  Gertie came back out of the bathroom.  “One, how to sneak you out of here, then get you discharged.  Two, some clothes, since your normal clothes don’t fit you anymore.  And Three, the deal I made to get you all fixed up like this.”

Instant parental concern.  “What deal?”  She stared hard at the four of us in the corner.

I said, “She agreed to work at our free clinic in exchange for helping you, and her normal salary, of course.”

“That isn’t so bad.”

Liz said, “You also mentioned hiring her too...”

I said, “Of course, but that is up to her.”

Liz said, “Yes, but she needs a job.  I am sorry Mom, but your care here has eaten your entire savings.”

“And yours too, honey, from the looks of it.”  She gave Liz a big hug.

I let them just hug for a minute, then said, “You will have to recertify, of course, but we will gladly hire a nurse with your résumé.”

Gertie was a practical woman.  “Then it seems that the future is set for now.”

I grinned, “Liz, I see where you get it.  Back to the current problem, for a home visit, do you need to have Gertie sign it, or can you just sign her out?”

“I can just sign her out.  That seems like the plan, why don’t I go sign you out Mom, then we can escape out the back door.  I will come back later and say that I am moving you to home care.  Since I am a Doctor and they know I have been having trouble paying, they won’t complain much.  As for clothes, tie off a blouse just below the chest, and those elastic shorts you hate should work.  If you have a problem, I can go get something, we seem to be the same size now.”

Gertie giggled, “Yes, we are.”

I said, “It seems you two have this all figured out.  When you are ready to go, come on over to the Hawthorn Suites.  I will see you two beautiful ladies later.”

The girls and I sashayed out.  I went and relaxed in my suite, dozing off.  I awoke to two giggling women as Gertie and Liz climbed into bed with me, naked as the day they were born.  Liz gave me a big kiss as Gertie expertly undressed me.  She said, “There is the kiss that I owe you.”

I pulled Liz to me, giving her a rejuv down to 18 and the EB upgrades.  It was harder that way, not having direct contact except for the front, but I can do it once in a while.  With a muffled groan, she kissed me harder as the pheromones kicked in.  Gertie giggled and said, “Hey Liz, don’t get greedy.”  Liz reluctantly moved aside and Gertie took her place.  While Gertie was Frenching me, Liz enthusiastically started a wonderful blow job.  As they both were moaning in delight, they moved as if choreographed, one sitting on my face so I could eat her out, while the other pole sat.  Since they were both rejuved, I couldn’t tell them apart, so I had no idea who was where.  I could have done a DNA scan, but that wasn’t on my mind at the time.  They were both moaning and convulsing as they repeatedly orgasmed.  Whichever one was on my face was delicious.  I filled the one pole sitting with cream, and she spasmed and fell off.  The other one moved into position and sank down to the hilt.  I looked down, and her hair was over her face.  I couldn’t tell who it was.  A minute later and I shot another load, this time deep into the other girl.  She convulsed and passed out as well.  I dozed off, the two of them were dynamos.

The next morning I awoke to giggles in the next room.  I wandered out to where Liz, Gertie, Sara, and an EB were all making breakfast in the buff.  Talk about a beautiful sight.  I exclaimed, “Now there’s a view!”  I got more giggles in response.  Liz and Gertie really looked alike now that they were both rejuved.  They acted like twins as well.  I could tell them apart only by seeing their faces at an angle.

Liz said, “I called last night, and a pod is being brought out this morning.  We can load everything into it, then go with you this afternoon.  Mom and I have discussed it with Heidi (the EB), and we think it would be wonderful just to get a small place in Malloton.”

I had heard the name Malloton once or twice before, but not openly.  It was what the EBs called our little town on the estate.  “If that is what you want, I have no complaints.  Take a few days to get settled; then, Liz, you need to help Angie who is overwhelmed.  Gertie, the clinic will pay for recertification classes for you.  I am not sure what to do though.  We already have a head nurse, Erin Raines, but you have much more experience.”

Gertie said, “Oh, I know Erin, she’s a good friend of Liz’s from college.  We’ll work it out.  Makes sense if Angie is there that Erin would be too.  Those two are practically joined at the hip.”

That afternoon they were ready to go with their duffels as they got on the plane.  Both of them were happy to jump into their new life.

Chapter 55

Alicia and Sarah modified the EB training again.  They were worried about the newer EBs that weren’t as strongly dedicated.  As we went along inducting the current EB class, they asked me for a whole four months cortical suppression.  They were bumping the training up to six months in order to make sure that every EB got some time as my body servant.  It seemed that all the EBs who had been acting up had been in the classes I had missed during my travels.  Even a few minutes in my presence during training seemed to make all the difference.

The class of EBs was large, Alicia and Sarah had waited until there were more of them as well.  A total of 147 rookies.  What was interesting was that 72 of them were from Aspen (Tina’s recruitment work), 20 from Beverly Hills (Lettie’s recruitment work), 57 from the local high school (we still got lots of recruits from the graduates), five emergency legacies, two street punks (one in her thirties), and the errant EB, Getty.  Tina and Lettie still took in recruits even though they were older now.

It took Sara and me several hours to rejuv and biosculpt the class, many of the Aspen recruits were middle aged.  Sarah had built a whole new dorm for them in Malloton.  What was interesting was that one of them was my daughter!  Sara had started the EB upgrades, then had called me over.  Apparently one of my birth control devices had failed in High School.  The girl hadn’t inherited the gift, fortunately, but had inherited most of my physical capabilities.  She must have been a terror at two for an unenhanced mother.  I called over Sarah with the girl’s file.  Wendy Thompson, mother, Holly Wentley Thompson.  The only thing I could think of was that she had been a friend of an addicted cheerleader.  There had been a few that first party that were there to help a friend, but weren’t addicted themselves.  I would bet Holly had been one of the girls in the hot tub.  I was surprised, reading the file, Wendy had full athletic scholarships to almost any school she wanted, but here she was in the EB class.  Sara hadn’t done the cortical suppression yet, so I woke her up.

“Wendy.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why are you here?  Your file says that you have athletic scholarships.”

“I feel guilty about them.”

“Why?”

“Because it is all too easy.  My Mom told me that all the girls here were like me.  I don’t know how she knew that, but she is right.  I feel like I belong for the first time in my life.”

“Okay.”  I tapped her off.  I told Sarah, “Please put a notation in her file, she is a second generation EB but doesn’t know it.  Also check her family for any financial problems and quietly buy out and cancel any debts they have.  Also have Ester invite Holly Thompson, Wendy’s mother, over to the clinic for an appointment with me.”

“Yes, Master.”

Two days later I sat in my office while Holly was escorted up to see me.  As she came in I vaguely remembered her.  She had been with the girl who had had cancer.  She looked a lot like her, I would bet that they were sisters.

I said, “Holly, so how is your sister doing?  Still cancer free?”

She blinked in surprise.  “Yes she is.  Actually, she has been a social worker helping addicted children in the inner city for many years.”

“Good to hear it.  Do you know why I asked to meet you again after all these years?”

“I can guess.  You seem to still have your talent, you haven’t changed at all in nineteen years.”

“Yes.  Why didn’t you come to me all those years ago?  I take care of my own.”

“We moved two days after the party.  I didn’t know I was pregnant for several months.  I didn’t want to complicate things, so I had the baby and let my parents raise her while I finished college.  I met a man there who I thought was nice, married him, and we raised Wendy as his girl.  I recently divorced him and moved back here.  Wendy said that she was joining your commune.  I didn’t know if you would figure it out or not.”

“One of her sisters saw it immediately.  We talked to her, and the reason she joined was that she felt like an outsider everywhere but here; so we allowed her to join the latest training class.  We didn’t tell her about her heritage.”  I grinned, “With her physical capabilities, she must have run you and your parents ragged.”

“One of her sisters, eh?  If she had to join a cult, at least it was one with family.  Yeah, she ran us ragged.  It is a little embarrassing when a five year old is stronger and faster than you are.”

“After a few years she would have really felt like an outsider when she realized that she stopped aging.  In a way it is good that she found us.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“You realize that you can join us if you want.  Comes with a rejuv, free room and board, and a full social life.”

“You know, that is very tempting.  Especially after remembering that evening in the hot tub.  That was the best I have ever had.”  My ego got a boost with that one, since she had never been enhanced, she had been one of the unconscious droolers naturally.  “But what would I do?  I doubt you have work for a social worker.  I have talked to several of your people, and you seem to have a nice stable non-violent social structure here.”

“That’s nice to hear from an outside professional.”  I smiled.  “We do take in quite a few from the streets or broken homes, ten to twelve a year.  It would be wonderful to have a professional liaison to work with the city and state.”

“You have a deal then.”

“Do you want to just move in, or join the training class with Wendy?  We welcome you either way.”

She thought for a while.  “I’ll join the class.  But I understand that it will take several months.  I need to tie up some loose ends first, like my apartment, and contact my sister and tell her I will be incommunicado, and also have her store my stuff.”

“Come in tomorrow and we will add you to the class.  Three days isn’t that big a problem to start late.”

She nodded.  “I will see you tomorrow.”  She got up and left.

I called Alicia.  “Honey, we have a new recruit joining tomorrow.  It is Wendy Nine’s mother.  Is it too late to add her to the class?”

“No, Sarah and I will just give her an accelerated intro so she can join the others.”

“Good.  I’ll send her over tomorrow.”

When she came in the next day, I took her into an exam room, turned her off, and gave her a full rejuv while making the EB changes.  She was a knockout, a lot like I remember her sister being.  Then I did the cortical suppression, woke her up, and had the EB escort I had waiting take her to Sarah to join the class.  I added the notation to her file of the job she would have at graduation.

At graduation in February, the two of them stood proudly next to each other.  I asked Holly how the training had been.  “Wonderful, Master.”  I got the same answer from the formerly errant EB Getty.

Over at the clinic, the three doctors really made life easier for each other.  Liz and Angie got along like gangbusters, and Yolanda was pretty close too.  She still hadn’t taken me up on the rejuv offer.

Gertie and Erin worked together wonderfully.  They traded off day and night shifts, switching every week.  Gertie quietly mentored the other nurses, being thirty years older than the next youngest, forty five years older than Erin.

Both Liz and Gertie got pregnant that first night with me.  They happily joined the colony and fit right in.

Yolanda was best friends with Jenny.  They spent almost all off duty hours together.  That was why I wasn’t completely surprised when Yolanda came to me in March with an interesting request.

She came into my office, looking a little scared.  I asked, “Yolanda, what’s up?”

She hesitated for a minute.  “I want to take you up on the rejuv offer.”

“It’s about time!”

“I have been talking to many of the EBs...”

“Yes?”

“And I want to be a clone, like many of them.”

“Of who?”

“I discussed it with her, and I would like to be Jenny’s twin, it would be wonderful.”

“Not a problem.  Is Jenny around to model?”

She grinned sheepishly, went to the door and opened it.  Jenny was there with her ear to the door.  I asked her, “So you want a twin sister, eh?”

“Oh, yes.  It has been a dream of mine since I was a little girl.”

“Then let’s do this.”  I led both of them to one of the new exam rooms, one I had had especially built with two exam tables.  They both disrobed, Yolanda a bit self consciously.  I had them each get on a table then I turned them off.  The high tech tables weighed the two of them, and said that Yolanda was fifty pounds lighter.  I figured twenty of that was the third trimester twins Jenny was carrying, so I pulled thirty pounds of meat from the special refrigerator in the room.

Starting at the feet, I worked my way up, duplicating, but without the extra pregnant fat or hormones.  I had to add ten pounds just for the legs.  I did the arms, then moved on to the torso.  I worked carefully, since things were slightly out of whack with the pregnancy.  It took me an hour, but the two of them were duplicates from the neck down.  I carefully sculpted Yolanda’s face to match Jenny’s, then modified her hair roots and existing hair to match as well.  I added the signature birthmark to Yolanda and pushed the changes into her ovaries and eggs, then woke both of them. 

They both sat up.  Jenny grinning, and Yolanda staring at her hands and legs.  She got up carefully and slowly walked to the mirror on the back of the door.  “My center of gravity has changed,” she commented.  She stared for a while, and then she turned and rushed over to Jenny and they both started squealing, hugging, and jumping around.

I commented, “Any time you want the belly too, we can take care of that the old fashioned way.”  I grinned lecherously. 

She blushed and smiled tentatively back.  “I may take you up on that later.”

“I’ll leave the two of you to do whatever you do then.  Later!”  I left.

I was horny as a goat, so I took the EB outside the door down the hall to the supply closet and fucked her unconscious, leaving a huge dripping cream pie.

Chapter 56

I really didn’t have much to do around the clinic anymore except administrative things, there were over thirty of my daughters with the gift working there now.  Twelve of which were eighteen and over and were LPNs.  What was interesting is that the oldest, Sara, was also busy most of the time with other things.

Emily Sparrow, when given the chance, had finished High School early as well and was working in the clinic.  I was eating in the new cafeteria when she came over to me and said, “Boss, there is so much talent here, it is ridiculous.  We need to expand, maybe move some of your girls to the Aspen hospital.”

Surprised, I realized she was right.  I gestured for her to sit down.  “Emily, you are absolutely right.”

“I am?” She sounded surprised.

“We need to expand.  Aspen is a good idea since I own it, but the problem there is that they don’t know about the gift.  Any ideas?”

“You’re asking me?”

“It was your idea.”

She sat there for a bit, slurping her drink.  Finally she said, “I see why you invented Dr. Graham.  You really can’t do much unless you control the whole clinic and the doctors, can you?”

“No, the girls and I have been brainstorming on that one for twenty years.”

She grinned, “But now you have literally grown a new generation of people with the gift.  You have a lot more options than before.  I think you should open a chain of Thrupp clinics in poor neighborhoods around the world.  Hire cover doctors like you did here, and have a daughter with the gift be the administrator for each clinic.”

“Emily...”

“Yes?”

“That is a stroke of genius.”

“Been hanging around you guys for too long.”

I grinned back at her.  “Call a staff meeting, including all the stripers, and we can bounce the idea off of them.”

That evening we met in the meeting hall that doubled as the press room in the back of the new section of the clinic.  Emily got up and explained her idea.  I got up afterwards and expanded on it.  “Girls, this is entirely up to you.  If you are willing to go out in the world or want to stay here at home.  You have this choice once you are eighteen, so that means twelve of you need to think about this.  If you want to do this, I will provide full financial support.  I personally think our gift belongs to the world, but as your dad, I am scared of the idea of letting you go.  So either way works for me.”  I got a few small smiles at that one.

Tanya asked, “So we just pick a city and go?”

“If you want, honey.  I would hope that you want to have your sister EBs to help you set up though.  Maybe even have a few of them volunteer to help you with security and run the place.  Trust me, starting from the ground up isn’t something you really want to do yourself.  Finding a good doctor to help you won’t be easy either.  We got very lucky with your sister-aunts Angie, Liz and Yolanda.”

Nyesha asked, “What if we pair up, open a clinic and rotate between a few of us being there?”

“That is a good idea.  If you want to do that, discuss it between yourselves.”

I went on, “I don’t know about you, but I feel guilty not helping others, and we have a tremendous concentration of the gift here.  Decide and discuss it please.  If you decide to do this, come to me and we will get the ball rolling.”

We got John involved, he was actually happy to be creating an advertising campaign rather than figuring out ways to hide things.  He came up with a stylized logo, “Thrupp Clinic”, and when six of the clinics opened, a campaign to let the public know about the free clinic in the local neighborhoods, we were “A Thrupp Clinic”, part of a chain of clinics known to be free.  We even used Amanda’s and Mandy’s pictures for the advertising.  I think they got a real kick out of it.  I still had over six billion in my coffers, so cost wasn’t an issue.  We now had our home clinic, plus ones in New York, Boston, Atlanta, Miami, Dallas, and San Diego.  One was being built in Los Angeles, eagerly supervised by my daughter Cassie and the Hollywood EBs.  We decided against any clinics outside the U.S. for now, until we got larger.  In the next few years, there would be over fifty more girls with the gift turning eighteen.  Then we would expand.

Chapter 57

Ester burst into my office.  “Tom, we have a problem.”

“What’s up?”

“Raven has disappeared.”  Raven had been running the Dallas Thrupp Clinic for almost a year now.  Tammy Sue had been almost slap happy with pride.

I jumped up and ran with her to the security office. “Details.”

“Doctor Ned reports that she didn’t show up for her morning shift, nor is she in her apartment.  She is not answering her cell, and the GPS is disabled.  The apartment shows signs of a struggle.  There have been reports of a black truck in the area.  I am wondering if it is related to the black truck from Los Alamos.”

“Anything from the clinic security tapes?”  Raven lived next door to the clinic.

“We are checking the recordings now.”  All clinic security feeds were sent back to the main office.

Ester and I burst into the security room.  It was fancy, taking up half the basement of the clinic expansion.  On the main monitor, the security feeds from the Dallas Clinic were being replayed.  There, clear as day, we saw the Black Truck pull in, a group of men go inside, and Raven hauled out on a stretcher and put into the truck.

“Shit!”  I pulled out my phone and called an old friend, Frank Taymen.  “Frank, I am calling in every marker I have.”

“What’s up?”

“The DOE from Los Alamos kidnapped my daughter Raven last night.”

“You are kidding me.”

“No I am not.”

“Damn.  I can’t do much.  But they are acting illegally.  I will inform my superiors.  I suggest you have Zandy file a writ of Habeas Corpus immediately.  Legal channels are about the only way you will get her back.  They will try to block it under the cover of National Security, but don’t let them.”

“Talk later.”  I hung up and called Zandy.  “Zandy, get down to the security office immediately.  It is an emergency.”

“Be right there.”  *click*  She was in the room in less than 20 seconds.

I told and showed her what happened.  She nodded.  I said, “Taymen says to get a writ of Habeas Corpus immediately.”

“It will be filed within the hour.”  She took off running.  She was scared too, Evelyn and Jocelyn both had inherited the gift.  They were still 13 and 16 respectively, so they weren’t in the field, but she didn’t want government goons coming after them too.

I told Ester, “Better call all the other clinics as well.  Have them go on high alert.  I will call Sparrow.”  She nodded and started giving orders.  I hit speed dial for Sparrow, who was still running the clinic in the middle of the reservation.

He answered, “Hey, Tom.  Long time no hear.”

“Yeah, wish it wasn’t such an emergency.  The Black Truck is back.”

“Shit.  Where?”

“It just kidnapped my daughter Raven at the Dallas Clinic.”

“Damn it.  Those bastards.”

“Just calling to warn you.  If they are kidnapping people in broad daylight in downtown Dallas...”

“Yeah, no telling what they will do.  *sigh* If you need anything...”

“I’ll call.  Later.”  I hung up.  Turning to Ester I said, “Prep the jet.  We are flying to Los Alamos right now.  Have Zandy and as many highly armed EBs as you can cram on the plane.  Also bring Sara as backup for me in case we need medical support.”

“You got it.”  She was as worried and pissed as I was.

Zandy had filed with a federal judge, but she felt that it was going to disappear.  She grabbed everything and headed to the airport with Ester’s team.  Sara and I grabbed our emergency overnight bags and went with them.  The pilots already had the plane ready to go.  Val Six, the pilot, had trained in an EB co-pilot, Dawn Twelve, so the non-EB co-pilot was not around anymore.  They were as worried and pissed as the rest of us.  We were wheels up in less than ten minutes.  The pilots were pushing the plane, we landed in Los Alamos in less than a hour.  I told the troops to stay put for now, and took Zandy, Ester and Tami and headed over to the car rental.  $100K slapped on the counter got us a dark red SUV in two minutes.  We were heading west on 502 seconds later.  We drove to the federal courthouse where we got in to see a judge.

The judge asked, “What can I do for you?”

Zandy handed her the paperwork for the writ.  She read it and said, “This is pretty serious.  Are you sure?”

“Yes.  We have security video of them kidnapping Raven Malloy early this morning in Dallas.”  Zandy showed her the video on her cell phone, then copied it to a flash card and handed it to the judge.

The judge said, “You know, that if they drove, there is a good chance they are still on the road.  It is an 11 hour drive and it has been only four hours.”

“Possible.  But I think that we need this writ to protect the safety of the victim.”

“I agree.”  She signed it, then pulled out another couple of papers from her desk.  “I am also issuing an arrest order for the director of LANL and a warrant to stop the truck.” She filled them out, then rang for a bailiff.  “George, please have these delivered to the local FBI immediately.”  She looked over at us.  “The kidnapping of a citizen by a federal agency is a serious crime.  Now go see the FBI.  I am sure that the LANL lawyers will have this back in my court by this afternoon.”

The FBI, who were in the next building, were very excited.  The AIC took one look at the warrant and exclaimed, “About fucking time!  I have wanted to take that bastard down for ages.”  He called the Amarillo office, sent them the writ and warrant.  Then he eagerly headed out to LANL with several agents.  He returned an hour later with a pudgy middle aged man.  He happily tossed the protesting man into an interrogation room.  About that time the phone rang.  The Black Truck had been stopped, and Raven had been found inside, sedated in a cell.

I immediately sent Sara back to the plane to fly to Amarillo and get Raven.  I told her to leave half the armed EBs here, but take the rest.  She just nodded and took off.  She was back in two hours with Raven and two agents from the Amarillo office.  Raven ran to me and we hugged for five minutes.  I looked over at AIC Towne.  “I hope this bastard gets shut away for a long time.”

“I hope so too, but it is unlikely.  He has too much power.  Let’s see if he talks.”

He led us to the observation room, then went into the interrogation room.  Sitting down across from the man, he said, “Hello, Marty.  Finally got your hand caught in the cookie jar, eh?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“So you don’t remember authorizing the kidnapping of a Raven Malloy this morning in Dallas?  We have statements from all the men in your Black Truck.”

“That is a matter of National Security.”

“I thought you might say that, so I checked.  You don’t have the authority to kidnap anyone.  You barely have the authority to arrest someone, and then only on LANL grounds.”

He went on, “Unless you come up with a good reason, you are going to federal prison for a long time, and not the country club ones in Florida.  I’d start talking if I were you.”

“I am not saying another word until my lawyers get here.”

“Okay, your funeral.”  The AIC got up and left.  He came into the observation room.  “Why would he kidnap you anyway?  What do you do?”  He asked Raven.

“I just run a Thrupp free clinic in a poor neighborhood of Dallas.”

“A Thrupp clinic?  I remember reading about those.  Essentially small hospitals, but are completely free.”

“That’s us.”

He looked over at me, “And who are you?”

“I run the main Thrupp clinic.  I am also her dad.  Sara here is her sister.”

“Who is everyone else?  Agent Powell here from Amarillo said that you have a whole army with you.”

I said, “If you were a billionaire and heard that your daughter was kidnapped, wouldn’t you bring some muscle?”

He said, “Yes I would.  Harrumph, I have a feeling Marty picked on the wrong person.”

I commented, “He sure the hell did.  Those security forces I have out there helped raise Raven, they are all like pissed off moms.  And I have over three hundred more where they came from.  He is lucky that we decided to try the legal way of doing this rather than follow our first instincts.”  Actually it was more like eight hundred, but who was counting?

Agent Powell said, “I watched them clean their P-90s over and over with grim expressions the whole way from Amarillo.  I wouldn’t want to go against one, much less the 20 that are waiting next to the airplane.  Even though every single one of them is drop dead gorgeous, I was scared silly.”

AIC Towne snorted, “Heh.”  He looked into the room.  A pair of lawyers had arrived.  “Now we have to wait.”

An hour later, the lawyers came out.  “We will see you in court at three.”  That was half an hour away.  Towne quickly told his men to quickly book Marty.

They had fun.  When Marty was led into the court half an hour later, he had on an orange jumpsuit and full chains.  The prosecutor presented the case, and the defense lawyer plead not guilty asked for bail.

“With the grievousness of the crime, I am setting bail at one million dollars.”  The defense looked happy.  “The court would like to remind the defense that no government funds may in any way be used for bail.  I am directing the clerk to ask for complete accounting for the source of the bail.”  They suddenly didn’t look so happy.

“Your honor, that places an undue burden on the defendant.  All funds with his employer are tied in with government funding.”

“The court is aware of that.  But the government is not going to pay itself bail.  Any bail must be from private sources, not public.”

The bailiff led out Marty with his shoulders slumped.

They managed to get it on the docket for the next day.  We went and crashed at the Holiday Inn, taking up eight rooms.  It would have been more, but the girls insisted on keeping watch.  I think they considered it enemy territory.

The next day we took up the entire side of the courtroom.  Ten EBs with no weapons, five more in the hallways, and seven heavily armed outside.

In the courtroom, apparently Marty had not made bail because he was still in chains and an orange jumper.  The rest of the courtroom was filled with press.  Apparently, someone (cough, cough) had leaked what had happened.  I had had John release a statement to some of his contacts anonymously.  He was almost as pissed as the rest of us and was glad to do so.

The prosecutor, who was assisted by Zandy and a whole team I hired the day before, was almost snickering.

“All rise!” called the bailiff.  We stood.  “The honorable Judge Nancy Williams, presiding.”  She came in and sat.

She pounded her hammer and asked, “I understand that the defense has requested a bench trial?”

Defense, “Yes, your honor.”

“Any objections?”

Prosecution, “No, your honor.”

“Then bench trial request is granted.  Normally we would schedule the trial, but I will bow to political pressure and begin immediately.  I have a motion here to close this trial.  I am denying the motion.  Will the prosecution present the case?”

The prosecutor laid out what had happened, including the video.  The defense rose and said, “We do not dispute the events as laid out by the prosecution.  We submit that Raven Malloy is a danger to the public and that was the reason for Martin Versinke’s actions.”

Judge, “What sort of danger?”

Defense, “That is classified, your honor.”

Judge, “Either tell me now, or be in contempt, Mr. Keely.”

Defense, “May we approach, your honor?”

Judge, “If you must.”

The two lawyers approached the bench, had a heated discussion with each other and the judge, then sat down again.

Judge, “I will see the defendant, prosecutor, plus Raven and Tom Malloy in my chambers, immediately.”  She quickly left before the bailiff could call, “All Rise!”

We followed her back to her office.  She glared at Marty and said, “Tell me again why Raven here is a danger to the public?”

“We have detected that she has the ability to hurt people by touch.”

The judge asked, “How have you detected this?”

“A unique radiation signature.”

“And based on this, you authorized a kidnapping?”

“We have encountered this in the past, your honor.  One man killed over forty people in Seattle fifteen years ago.”

The prosecutor asked, “Has Raven hurt anyone?”

“No.  We wanted to get her off the streets before she does.”

I chipped in, “Why do you assume that she will hurt someone?  Does capability imply intent?”

“The previous person had no control and killed those people without intent.”

“So you assume that she has no control.  If this is true, why didn’t you just get a court order?”

The judge asked, “Yes, I would like to know that as well.”

“There was no time, and it was a matter of National Security.  We detected the radiation signature and tracked it to Raven Malloy.”

I put in, “You waited until she went home, alone.  The truck was in the area for days beforehand.  Stop lying.”

“I resent that, sir.”

I said, “Your Black Trucks have been harassing my family for years.  Every time we come into an area to help people, you show up and start shoving Geiger counters in everyone’s faces.  I am sick of it.  Your honor, is it possible to get a restraining order against the Department of Energy?”

“Yes it is, and I am becoming more and more inclined to grant it.”

The defense lawyer asked, “Why would we detect this unique radiation signature with your family?”

“Because it isn’t all that unique.  I, many of my children, and several other people I know are touch healers.  I am sure that is what gives off your radiation signature.  We take this ability seriously, that is why we run free clinics.”

I glared at Marty, “This controlled healing ability is no reason to kidnap anyone, except for greed.”

The judge said, “While I am intrigued, that is outside the scope of this trial.  I agree, it is no reason to kidnap anyone.  This in-parte meeting is over.  Get back to the courtroom.”

We filed back into the courtroom.  She announced, “The defense reasons are overruled.  I would like to hear closing statements please.”

The defense tried to fall back on National Security and ‘running a high security lab’.  The prosecution just stood up and said, “The facts speak for themselves.”

The judge said, “Then I find for the prosecution.  Martin Versinke, I find you guilty of Kidnapping and Color of Law Abuse.  Under the relevant statutes, I sentence you to no less than 40 years in a federal penitentiary.”

“I am also granting a restraining order against the Department of Energy preventing the harassing of the Malloy family.  This will be revisited in five years.”  She pounded the gavel.

“All rise!”  She got up and left.  So did twenty reporters.  Several came over and tried to get a statement.  They were dissatisfied that there didn’t seem to be a motive.

I smiled and said, “My daughter Raven has the healing touch, and Mr. Versinke resented it for some reason.  He has been coming after my family for years for no real reason, and that is why the restraining order was issued.”  I left with Raven and Zandy, Tami and the EB squad close behind running interference.  I hoped that using the euphemism, ‘the healing touch’ would confuse things a bit.

The headlines read, “Obsessive Petty Jealousy Brings Down Head of LANL”.  The article said that Raven was only the latest available target of a long running vindictiveness against my family.  I smiled to myself, a good piece of misdirection, that.

I left ten EBs to drive down to Dallas to secure the clinic, then I took everyone else home.  Tammy, Trish’s daughter, flew down and took over the clinic for a while.  She reported a week later that Judge Nancy Williams had walked into the clinic wheeling her son, who had advanced MS, similar to Zandy.  She had taken him in back and done a complete rebuild of his nervous system and musculature.  He had walked out of the clinic; it was the first time he had walked in twenty years.  Apparently the judge had believed us, or maybe she was just desperate.  In either case, she sure would believe us now!

Chapter 58

The Vatican called.  They had a miracle that they wanted me to take a look at.  Apparently a boy who had died got up and walked again after his mother called upon Jesus.  There were hundreds of witnesses.  I discussed it with them, I assured them that no one in my family was in Mexico City last week.  They wanted me to fly down as an expert immediately.

I had never been to Mexico, or even outside the U.S., including Canada.  Of course I had a passport (actually I had five, all in different names), but this was going to be fun.

I had the girls prep the plane.  Mandy had just given birth, so I took both of the Thrupp twins, Leslie (of course), my bodyguard Tami, and four EBs who won the lottery to go.  Sara took over managing the clinic.

We took off for Mexico City a few hours later.  Of course, a couple of EBs had flown down a few hours earlier to rent the hanger and get the SUVs.  Mexico is a very dangerous country and the girls were on high alert.

As we disembarked, Father Ricci was there with the two EB guards.  I went over and shook his hand.  “Hello, Father.”

“Hello, Mr. Malloy.  Let me explain how this works.  There are five other medical people here to examine the boy.  All of you are anonymous.  I am the go between if needed.”

“Fine with me.  Just call me Tom.  That is generic enough that no one can get anything from that.”

“If that will work for you.  We will be meeting over at the Hotel De Corazon at seven.”

“I’ll be there.”

We were staying at the Hotel De Angel.  Leaving the pilots and the front EBs to guard the plane, the rest of us left for the hotel.  Father Ricci took off to do his thing.

At six we headed out to the Hotel De Corazon.  Good thing we left early, because the place was surrounded by old ladies and men with rosaries praying to Jesus.  We had to walk from three blocks away.  Two EBs stayed to guard the SUVs while the rest of us took to the streets, my girls and I were all armed.  Kidnapping was a real threat.

A block away and we had to start picking our way around the faithful.  As we approached the hotel, Father Ricci came out to greet us and lead us inside.  The crowd magically opened up before him in his priest outfit and soon we were in the thunderously quiet lobby.  He led us across the lobby to the “Diamante” room.  Looking inside I saw that it was only the five other men plus a few church investigators.  I asked my entourage to wait in the lobby.  They reluctantly stayed while I followed Father Ricci into the room.

I sat in the empty chair at the table.  Father Ricci said something in Italian.  Then he said, “I believe you all speak English as a common language.  Is it okay if I use English?”

The other men and I nodded.  He went on, “I will use only your first names to help protect your identity, but I know most of you already know each other.  The new person to this panel is Tom from the United States.”  I lifted my hand in acknowledgement.  “The case history is as follows...” and he went to explain how the ten year old boy had died in a car crash, then at his funeral, his mother had called upon Jesus to save him when he suddenly sat up in his coffin.

We then paraded upstairs to the suite where the boy was sequestered.  The second I entered the room, I felt it.  Something was wrong.  Very wrong.  A quick scan of the room told me that it was the boy.  It was the strangest thing I had ever seen.  He looked normal, but half the tissues in his body were decomposed to one degree or another.  I don’t know how he was alive.  I wasn’t religious, but there was something controlling the corpse from outside.  It was freaking me out.

I pulled Father Ricci back out into the hall.  “Father, I don’t know about a miracle, but something happened to that boy.  He is still dead, but he is moving.  It frankly scares me.”

His eyes widened.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

His shoulders slumped.  “Then it is a possession.  We get one or two of them a decade.  Damn it!”  He was shaking.  “We will let the others make their determination, and if you are right, we need to do an exorcism.”

“Father, if you had said that five minutes ago, I would have thought you were crazy, but now I am not so sure.”

“That you, a man of science, are saying that scares more all the more.  I need to go tell the other priests.”  He slipped back into the room.  He went and whispered stuff in Latin in each of their ears.  They all nodded and looked grave.

Two of the doctors said that the boy appeared well.  Two others wanted to take samples to a lab.  The fifth, an old Asian man, said, “There is something wrong.  I can’t put my finger on it.”  The priests exchanged glances.  It was two for, two against.  The other two took their tissue and blood samples and took off for a nearby lab.  The priests sealed the room, with a priest and Vatican guard (who appeared when needed, they must have been stashed nearby) on all six sides of the room, plus two inside.

When the two doctors checked in an hour later, they were shaken.  “The results are that the tissue is dead.  We don’t understand.”  Four to two.  Those two rushed over to the lab.  They quickly concurred.  Six of the world’s top medical specialists, all saying the boy was an animated corpse.  The priests thanked us all, cautioned us that it was all under seal, and got ready to do the exorcism.  I sure wouldn’t want to be the priest who had to tell the boy’s mother.

As I left the hotel followed by my entourage, Amanda asked, “Tom, what happened?”

I still wasn’t sure.  “Something that scared me down to the depths of my soul.”  I hugged as many of them at one time as I could.  “I love you all so much.”  I couldn’t control myself, I started sobbing right there on the street.  A few minutes later I let them go and we all headed back to the SUV.  I could see my girls were shaken.  If something could scare me like that...  They were all on very high alert.

Back at the hotel I grabbed Mandy, holding her for dear life, collapsed on the bed, and then instantly fell asleep.  I slept for fourteen hours, awaking only when Mandy slipped away to use the can.  I still wasn’t ready to talk about it, but a few nightmares let me deal with it.  I told the girls, “As much as I would love to play tourist, I want to get away from here.  And I don’t want you to be alone here either.  Let’s go home and we will plan a real vacation.”  They all nodded.  They were extremely frightened and wanted to go as well.  We were airborne within the hour, heading for home.

For the next few months I woke up occasionally screaming at night.  The terror slowly faded, but my worldview has been shaken badly.  I don’t know if it was a demon or what, but something had made that kid the walking dead.  I am not sure I wanted to know the details.  This was a case where ignorance seemed better.

Chapter 59

After a few months, just after Thanksgiving, I planned that vacation, more because I had promised than anything else.  I planned it in the opposite direction, we were going to go visit the Big Apple’s clinic and play tourist.  All the girls who went with me to Mexico, plus Alicia, who was the mother of Valerie, named after her murdered grandmother, and Natalie, who had been really upset when she couldn’t go last time.

Valerie had the gift and ran the New York Thrupp Clinic.  She had just turned eighteen a year earlier and was as fanatical as her mother.  The evening of her eighteenth birthday, she had caught a plane to New York to open a clinic.  And opened it she did.  It was, by far, the largest clinic, including the main one at home.  It was the entire colony all in one building.  It cost over hundred million to build, and close to two million a month to run.  I hadn’t been there yet, but was actually looking forward to seeing what she had done.

Alicia quivered with joy.  Master was going to inspect what Valerie had done, and he was taking her with him!  She almost fainted with joy when she found out.  She was so proud of Valerie.  She had raised the girl from birth to serve Master, and this was the culmination of twenty years of training.  She had been so happy when Valerie was born, because she had a daughter to offer to Master, then Valerie had the gift, and Alicia had been so happy when she had learned about that that she had fainted on the spot, then twice more that day.  She had been so proud when Valerie had left on The Crusade, and now she would be able to see it, and in the Master’s presence!  Alicia moaned as she convulsed in orgasm.

I grinned as I saw Alicia moan and collapse back into her seat as we came in for a landing in New York.  That was the fourth time today.

We landed and pulled into the reserved hanger.  The place was swarming with EBs, twenty that I could see with just a quick glance.  Valerie was there and I gave her a big hug and long kiss.  She nearly passed out. 

We loaded into the black SUVs and drove to the clinic.  It was right across the bay from LaGuardia airport at the edge of the Bronx.  The building was huge, taking up an entire block and was sixteen to twenty stories tall.  I was impressed.  The bottom four floors were a fully functional hospital with full time ER.  Above that was where the real surprise was.  There was a giant U-shaped atrium with a park and graduated balconies on each level leading back to a single multi-story penthouse on top of it all.  It was beautiful and awe-inspiring.  The bottom eight stories (above the downstairs hospital) were a homeless shelter with dorms, apartments, and family units.  The park had swimming pools, basketball courts, and the like.  There were small stores and a Malloy bank branch around the bottom of the atrium.  The top four floors, plus the penthouse, were for our use.  The place had a definite Mediterranean look.  I stood there amazed.  So did everyone in our party.  After staring for a minute, I asked, “Valerie, you built this?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“It is wonderful!  I am so proud of you!”

She grunted, sighed and collapsed where she was standing, her mother collapsing next to her.  I rolled my eyes and waited for them to recover, checking out the tiered levels.  It looked like there were steps in random areas leading all the way up.  Further in on the level we were on, which was the first Atrium level, but actually the fifth floor, I saw a separate bank of elevators.  As Valerie and Alicia slowly recovered and staggered after us, I went over to check them out.  The levels were listed as HB5-HB1, H1-H4, R1-R8, and P.  The P needed a key.  So there were five levels below ground as well.  This was quite the building.  I got in with Amanda, Mandy, Alicia, and Valerie and pressed P.  The elevator just started going up.  I saw a security camera in the corner and figured they had seen who we were and allowed the elevator’s ascent. 

The elevator opened into a security checkpoint.  The EBs running it saw us and grinned hugely.  I gave them each a hug and a kiss.  Apparently the head of local security was Betsy6, the EB that I had noticed using her brain and had suggested promoting a few years back.  I gave her an ass squeeze along with the hug.  She murmured, “I love you, Master,” into my ear.

There was a second elevator with four floors marked.  I got in with the ladies and hit the top one.  It opened on a beautiful office and bedroom with a big hot tub on a balcony.  I immediately stripped down and climbed into the hot tub.  Ahh, relaxing.  The girls quickly stripped and joined me.  I pulled the hot nubile wet Valerie to me.  She eagerly slid down my pole, bottoming out instantly.  I could sense the pleasure center of her brain lighting up like a Christmas tree, and she hadn’t even received a semen deposit yet!  She rode me for a minute, gasping, moaning and orgasming over and over, finishing when I sent my load deep into her, arching her back, head thrown back, eyes popping wide open, mouth open in a silent scream.  The pleasure center of her brain was so brightly lit up it was almost painful to sense.  She froze like that for several minutes, then collapsed.  I gently moved her to the side.  I waved her mother over who slid down, gasping at the semen residue.  I hugged her tight and whispered in her ear, “Let’s make another as wonderful as Valerie.”  She gasped and her pleasure center lit up almost as much as her daughter’s.  Gasping and orgasming with every stroke, her wonderful pussy soon had me filling her up with cum as well.  Like her daughter, she let out the silent scream, froze, then collapsed.  I placed her next to her daughter.  Alicia still had the extra powerful reaction to me, and it seemed that her daughter had inherited it and so had it from birth.  I hadn’t realized how strong it still was.  I was going to have to cross check it with Inger and Penelope, her other two daughters.  They were a bit young yet, being 10 and 12 respectively, but I made a mental note.

I just laid back and relaxed.  I am sure the other girls were a bit disappointed, but that was enough for now.  I enjoyed watching the passed out Alicia and Valerie with the silly grins on their faces and super hard nips pointing out.  Soon the other elevator arrived and Leslie, Tami, and Natalie joined us.

We basked in the late afternoon sun until it started to go down.  Floodlights came on to maintain the interior for another few hours in the evening, but it wasn’t the same, so I got up, dried myself off, and asked a now conscious Valerie if we should do a set of rounds.  She nodded.  We headed downstairs.  I followed her to the third floor nurses station.  She explained.  “I have a beeper that goes off if there is an emergency that I need to get downstairs to help with at the ER.  Otherwise, things for the gift that are not an emergency are assigned a room here on the third floor.” 

She said in a sad voice.  “We get a lot more child abuse cases than back home.  We even set up a separate day care here on the third floor and an office for the child welfare people.  They permanently assigned two people to the office here and they have a wink, wink, nudge, nudge, attitude toward how the kids suddenly get healed of their injuries.”

After we put on white coats, Valerie took a look at the digital tablets at the nurse’s station, and then she said, “It appears that one just came in about ten minutes ago.  I’ll show you how it works.”  She went down the hall to room 317.  In the bed was a girl, about ten.  The two of us immediately scanned the girl.  Valerie said, “Damn.  Vaginal tearing, broken bones and severe bruising.  She checked the chart.  “Nope, hasn’t been documented yet.”  She reached over and turned off the poor girl.  Then she picked up the room phone and called.  “Gwen, we have a girl in 317 for you.”  “Yup.”

A minute later a middle aged lady came into the room and raised an eyebrow at me.  “Val, who’s this handsome guy?”

Valerie blushed.  “Gwen, this is my dad, Tom.  Tom, this is Gwen.”  We shook hands.  Valerie turned serious.  “Gwen, we have vaginal tearing, a broken right forearm with radial fractures, and bruising all over the body.”

“Damn.  Write down everything and I’ll take the pictures.”  They quickly and with practiced moves stripped the girl and started taking pictures.  Ten minutes later Gwen said in a distasteful voice, “Well that’s done.  You do what you do now.”  She winked and left the room.

Valerie went over to the girl and using my technique, started at the toes and worked her way up.  I monitored as she repaired old fractures and new bruises.  She fixed all the bruised internal organs as well, installing the birth control sheaths that I had invented.  The radial fractures were an easy fix, then she added all the drug immunities plus one or two I hadn’t seen before.  Finally she tapped the girl, turning her back on in a normal sleep.  Putting the blanket over the girl, she then gently shook her shoulder, “Sally, wake up, dear.”

The girl gasped and grabbed the blanket, wrapping herself up tightly, rapidly looking around the room.  “Where am I?”

“You are at the doctor’s.  I’m Val.”  She went to the door, opened in a crack, then gestured.  Gwen came back into the room.  Valerie said, “This is Gwen.  She will answer all your questions.”  Then Valerie left and I trailed her.

“I hate these cases.  But I know how much worse it would be if I wasn’t here.” 

I hugged her tightly and said, “I am so proud of you.”  It was a sign of how upset she was that she only had a minor reaction to that. 

At that moment her beeper went off.  She turned and started running down the hall toward the stairs.  I followed.  Hitting the stairs, she took them twelve at a time, jumping from landing to landing, getting to the first floor in seconds.  I was right behind her.  In the ER’s OR were three people in very bad shape.  A severely burned fireman, a severely burned teenage girl, and a girl about eight that I detected had badly burned lungs.  From the look of it, the teenage girl had protected the little girl, but had got caught in the fire, and the fireman who tried to rescue her had also got caught. 

Valerie was instantly professional.  “Dad, take the fireman.  I’ll take care of the two girls.”

I nodded and got to work.  I noticed it took but a second for Valerie to repair the little girl’s lungs, and then she went on to the teen girl.  At that point I was too busy to watch.  First I turned him off and healed his lungs.  Nothing else would matter if he asphyxiated while I was fixing him.  Then directing the nurses to pull off the material burned into his skin, I got to work.  Stay focused and follow procedure.  I started with the feet and worked up.

I called out, “I need some biomass over here!”  His tissue was cooked and I couldn’t restore it.  I heard Valerie call out the same thing.  A second later someone dropped a pile of steaks next to me, I didn’t even look up.  I just started using them to rebuild the legs, then the baked penis, giving him a few extra inches; after all he was a hero.  I restored the arms, then all the badly cooked organs and the burned spinal cord.  The face I rebuilt from DNA, there wasn’t enough of it left to do otherwise.  I then gave him the cop upgrades and tapped him on.

I took a deep breath and stepped back.  Valerie was just finishing the body and was getting to work on the girl’s face, so I just watched her work as they wheeled my guy away.  Like my guy she had to scan the DNA and rebuild the face.  The girl was very beautiful.  Valerie restored the girl’s long red hair then without even hesitating, she made all the non-exclusive EB changes to the girl. I guess Valerie thought the girl was a hero as well and could use the upgrades.  I didn’t disagree.  She tapped the girl on and signaled the nurses to wheel her away.

It wasn’t until then that I thought about all those nurses and the two doctors that had been there.  I asked Valerie, “So everyone who works here is read in?”

“Yes.  All idealistic types as well.  They are happy that we can do what we do.”

“Good to hear.  I am amazed that you could find so many so fast.”

She blushed.  “Actually, I cheated.  On this site was an underground hospital where the poor could get free medical care.  I talked to them and they all agreed to officially work for us if we made them legit.  I think that they were doing things like stealing medical supplies and the like.”

“Ah, so when you said ‘idealistic’, you weren’t kidding.”

She grinned, “Nope.”  Then she got serious.  “Actually, the biggest problem has been the homeless shelter upstairs.  Trying to get people to follow the rules has been an ongoing battle.  I hate doing it, but we have to throw someone out almost every night because of drug use or criminal behavior.”  She looked at her watch.  “In fact, it is time for my rounds upstairs.  Let’s go meet Betsy.”

We took the elevator up to R1.  Betsy was waiting.  She hit a couple of buttons on her Tablet.  “Valerie, we have all the reports in.  We need to check in with Josie on R4 and Cat on R6.”

“Okay.” We got on the elevator and she pressed R4.  “What’s the issue with Josie?”

“The usual.  The druggies moved into block 7.  Also a family loitering in block 31.”

*sigh* “Let deal with the druggies first.  I hate having to throw out loiterers.”

“Me too.”  We got up to R4 where EB Josie3 was waiting.  I said hi and gave her a big hug and kiss.  Then we move down the hall to block 7.  Josie and Valerie went up to door 5 and knocked.  A gangbanger answered the door, “Yeah, whaddya want?”

“We have asked you repeatedly not to sell drugs.  Please leave the building immediately.”

“Go away, bitches.”

Valerie and Josie exchanged glances.  Valerie typed something on her tablet.  The door slammed and locked.  Valerie looked over at me.  “They are now locked in the room.  Both this door and the balcony door are locked and cannot be opened.  New York’s finest have been notified and will be here to take them into custody.  There is no place for them to get rid of the drugs.  If they try to burn them, the sprinklers will go off.”  She grinned. 

Looking down at the tablet, she said, “Now the distasteful.  We need to evict a tenant that is not leaving.  She has had a job for over six months now, but will not vacate the apartment.”  We marched over to block 31.

Valerie knocked on apartment 2.  A middle aged lady answered the door.  “Yes?”

Valerie said, “Consuela Caminos.  What seems to be the problem?  You have been working for over six months now and are still living here in the shelter.”

“All my children’s and my friends live here and also I cannot afford an apartment.”

“We have checked with your employer.  You easily make enough for your own apartment.  We have repeatedly placed you with an apartment within your means.”

“But none of them were as nice as this apartment!”

“That is beside the point.  This is a homeless shelter, not an apartment building.  There is a waiting line for this room.  I am afraid that you have one week to move or we will be forced to evict you.  I would remind you that there are apartment placement services on R1.”

The woman slammed the door.  Valerie shook her head slowly.  “That is so typical.  They like it here so much that they don’t ever want to leave.”

I said, “I can see that.  I wouldn’t want to leave either.  With our rules, the crime rate is likely almost nothing, and the controlled park is wonderful.  They don’t see that we provide the nice environment to help them back on their feet.  Once they have jobs they are content to keep mooching off of the shelter.”

She nodded in agreement.  Valerie called a number on her cell.  “Cat, meet us over at 31.”  She turned and jogged up a set of stairs between blocks. 

EB Cat Three met us at the top of the stairs.  I gave her a hug and kiss as well.  She sighed then said, “All I have is a drunk over on 22.”

We went over to 22.  A woman was passed out in the block 22 commons.  Cat said, “This is the second time.  I don’t want to throw her out, but she keeps getting drunk and passing out.  There are kids on this block.”

I said, “Let me take care of it.”  I reached out to the passed out woman and added a slight allergy to alcohol.  If she ever drank any more of the stuff besides a sip at communion she would get ill and barf all over the place.  Valerie started snickering.  “Great idea!  I am going to have to use that one.”

I smiled and said, “I have used the allergy thing with both alcohol and drugs.  Seems to be pretty effective.  Now let’s get this woman to her room.”  It turned out she was just a few feet from her room.  We dumped her on the bed then locked the door behind us as we left. 

Just as we left, Valerie’s phone started ringing.  She answered it.  “The police are here to collect the drug dealers.”  We jogged to the nearest staircase and went down then over to R4-7-5.  Valerie examined their warrant, then tapped in an ‘unlock’ on the inner door.  The police went in and handcuffed everyone.  Then they searched the room and found plenty of crack and several bags of weed.  Valerie went over to the three guys and the girl and, touching them on the arm, gave them all full drug immunities plus a violent allergy to both cocaine and marijuana.  She hid a grin as they were led out.

It turned out that there was also a police substation on one end of the third floor with parking for several police cars.  The four of them were taken down and thrown into cells in the substation while a wagon was sent for.  Valerie had followed my example and set up a police substation with cells, desks, locker rooms, a weight room, a hot tub, plus a lounge with large flat panel TVs and the like.  It turned out that there were real apartments around the top of the atrium like mine.  Several of the police officers and their families had apartments in the building.  The three apartments next to mine were reserved, (Valerie lived in one) then the six after that were taken by police officers, then the last two were taken by a politician (for allowing the construction) and a FBI safe house.  They were all three story apartments; the bottom floor was the security floor and was all offices and storage.  The apartments had a kitchen and large patio as a dining area on the first floor (P2), bedrooms on the second floor (P3) and the part I had seen on P4, the den, a bedroom, a dining room, and the big hot tub on the balcony.  Any higher up was the internal roof with cistern tanks, just under the rafters with the glass roof above the whole shebang. 

I asked Valerie when she had had the time to design the place.  It turned out that it was a pet project of hers since she was a little kid, refining it when she was a teenager with our architects.  She had taken the final plans with her on her laptop when she went to New York.

She said, “The only problem is that this place is so big that I don’t get the chance to go out on the streets like I used to do.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about that.  You have built this place and proven yourself now.  You need to take a vacation and allow one of your sisters to take over for a while.”

“That’s always been the plan, but I have been too busy to implement it.”

“Tell you what.  Call home, find a sister to fill in for you.  I’ll relax here for a few days while you show her the ropes.  Then you can join us to show us New York three days from now.”

“Yes, Daddy-Master.”  That reply, phrased that way, meant that she generally agreed, but not about the timing, but that she’d do it anyway.  I gave her the look, and she blushed a bit while making that call home.  It turned out Raven was currently on home rotation and was happy to fly out immediately.  She was dying to find out about Valerie’s operation anyway.

Meanwhile, I helped out with the emergencies, but otherwise relaxed.  Raven seemed happy to get back to work, and congratulated her sister on the monster operation she had set up.

Several days later, mid-morning, I pulled up Betsy Six’s file on my tablet.  It showed several commendations for thinking and helping out, including my comment to Alicia saying she needed to be promoted.  She had been working here since Valerie had started out and had done a very good job.  She was a legacy, younger sister to Joanne, one of the third class of EBs.  Apparently she had come on family day and loved the place, and had asked her sister to get her into EB training immediately when she was only 14.  I enjoyed her company as well.  She was funny, helpful, and generally a very good person.  I thought for a few minutes, then picked up the phone and asked her to come up. 

I was in the hot tub, enjoying the beautiful afternoon with Natalie sitting in the tub with me, of course.  Surprisingly, Betsy didn’t show up immediately.  Fifteen minutes later she got off the elevator.  I asked, “What’s up?”

“There was a woman on R5 who was found in the corner with the shakes.  I was assisting on getting her down to the clinic.”  I was pleasantly surprised.  Many EBs wouldn’t be able to ignore me for an emergency like that.

“Good work.”  She grunted and bit her lip.  “You have some time now?”

“Yes, Master.  I arranged to be off in case you needed me.”  And she volunteered exactly what I needed to know instead of just a quick answer.  I made my decision.

“Betsy, climb in for a moment.  I need to talk to you.”

I enjoyed it as she disrobed.  Very nice.  She was one of the natural beauties, not a clone.  I pulled her to me and gave her a big hug and long French kiss.  Before she pole sat, I said, “Betsy, you have been exemplary.  Smart and thoughtful, beautiful and helping others above all.”  I reached into a box next to the pool and asked as I held out a ring, “You have earned this.  Do you want to be one of my girls forever?”

She was wide eyed.  She tried to say something and couldn’t, so she nodded violently.  As she sat there in my lap, I took the ring and slid it into place, deleting and restoring the bone with the cross piece in place.  She quivered with excitement.  She stared at her hand, then looked at me and exclaimed, “Oh Master Tom!”  She lifted herself up and slid down my hard pole.  She was crying with happiness.  We slowly made love through her multiple orgasms, she sighing and settling back next to me with a quim full.

A minute later Angie, Valerie, Leslie, Amanda, and Mandy came rushing in.  Mandy exclaimed, “Congratulations, Betsy, we just heard!”  They all scrambled into the hot tub and began talking on a mile a minute with Betsy.  Being in the hot tub with seven of the most beautiful and sexy women on the planet had the predictable result on me.  I pulled Amanda over and slid her down my pole.  I also got Mandy and Valerie before I dozed off next to them.

All three beepers went off.  Betsy snapped to alert.  I snapped, “Report!”

Betsy listened to her earwig.  “It appears some gangbangers retaliated for turning their friends over to the police the other day.  They attacked some of the EB guards down at the clinic.  Two are shot.  We took out the six man hit team.”

“Damn.”  We were scrambling getting dressed.  Those of us with beepers, plus Betsy, Alicia and Leslie took the stairs one flight at a time down to security.  Then we took the main elevator on emergency descent, nearly floating off the floor.

Turned out that four EBs had jumped in front of the kids in the nursery, taken out all six assailants, while two of them were shot.  Raven and I each took one of the EBs.  They both had chest shots.  Mine was left upper chest, whereas Raven’s was a gut shot.  I quickly healed the wound, restoring the blood drained into the chest cavity.  EB Christine Four was up and raring to go in a minute.  I sent her to go get a shower.  She was covered in her own blood.

EB Theresa Two needed more work.  I watched Raven create the gastric pump, then, when the abdomen was empty, repair everything there, intestines, spleen, kidneys, and reproductive organs.  Leslie watched with fascination, I had had to do the same thing for her years before.

The police were just arriving as we sent EB Theresa Two to go clean herself up.  They took notes, pictures, security footage, sighed and left.  Some orderlies put the bodies on stretchers and took them to the morgue.  Looking at the mess, I said, “Valerie and Raven, when you replace all this glass, make it bullet resistant.”

Valerie said, “Good idea.  I’ll replace the main window up front as well, we get drive-bys every once in a while.”

“Just so no one gets hurt, remember, people can get shot in places even we can’t help them with.”

We checked in with the nursery EBs.  “No problem boss.  There were the four out there, plus the eight of us in here between them and the kids.  I don’t even think the kids realize anything happened besides the window breaking.”

“That is good.  Good work, I’m proud of you.”

She smiled and bit her lip.  “Thank you, boss.”

The 24-hour free daycare was enormous, over a hundred-fifty kids and took up half the floor and half the floor below.  The section near where the gangbangers attacked was the toddler section.  The other half of the first floor was the ER drop-off; the ER OR rooms were also shared with the floor below.  The rest of ER was on the second floor.  There was a small area for garbage collection.  Most was incinerated.  Below that on HB2 were the long term care rooms and maternity.  The next floor down, HB3 was more rooms.  HB4 were offices and storage.  The bottom floor was half maintenance, the morgue, and stuff of that sort.

Parking was in a ramp across the street, five stories deep and ten stories high.  There was a skyway on the second floor H2 and a tunnel on HB3.

I noticed that every kid in the daycare, even the older ones, wore tracking anklets; albeit nice thin ones much nicer than the ones the justice department uses.  A good idea.  A computer kept track of all the kids, making sure none left the daycare area and where in the complex they were hiding when their parents picked them up.  The computer also kept track of those with special diets and who had to take their pills and such.  Nice setup.

Valerie commented, “This is only the second time they have got out of their car.  We get drive-bys about once a month.  The gangs don’t like our rules.”

I nodded.  “So this is taken care of now?”

Betsy said, “Pretty much.  The maintenance EB, Holly Two, will get to work on getting everything cleaned up.”

“Then I want to take you all out on the city.  Let’s rent a limo or two and have some fun!”

Chapter 60

The stretch limo was interesting, I called a limo service, who was a bit reluctant to come to the Bronx, but did so when they heard the Malloy building.  I, nor any of my girls except Natalie, had ever been in a limo before.  I didn’t count when I went with Natalie to the Academy Awards when she got best actress for ‘Spacers’ because I was distracted and we had gotten into the limo only a block away so there hadn’t been time to look around.

We scrambled all over sticking our noses into everything, exploring.  I told the driver to take us to the village.  We wandered around the area for a while, no one was giving us a second look.  I supposed a guy surrounded by seven of the most beautiful women on the planet was common in the area.  I was a little disappointed, I loved to see people’s faces. 

At Tiffany’s I ordered three thousand diamond bracelets for all of my girls (there were only about 2300 of them, but I wanted to make sure I had enough).  That was a bargain at only ten million.

We moved over to by Central Park, where all the mid range stores and clubs were.  We had fun trampling through Times Square.  I got my kicks out of the tourists taking pictures of my ladies.  I managed to get them out of the stores and on a nice walk in the park by about four.  It turned out that some Disney movie was filming and we all got to be extras, including Natalie, to her amusement.  Considering she got an Academy Award for the last movie she was in, she felt it was funny just to appear in the background.

Filming took several hours for a short crowd scene.  We had to repeat every move at least ten times.  On the last take, after the director yelled “cut!”, the star, a vaguely familiar looking woman dressed as a military lieutenant, came over and asked, “Aren’t you Natalie Starr?”

Natalie said, “Yes.”

“What are you doing here?  I am a big fan!  So great to meet you!”  She pumped Natalie’s hand.

Natalie said, “Oh, just being a tourist with some of my family here.  I don’t think the casting guy realized who I was when he asked the crowd for extras.”  She grinned.

The star, I think her name was Christie something or other, smirked as well.  “Just as well, if he had known, we would have spent half the day for the writer to think up how to add you in as a cameo, then the rest of the day filming it.”

“Oh, I have no problems doing a cameo, if they come up with it in the next few days while I am in town.”  Natalie handed Christie her card, which had her private cell number on it.

“I think I will pass that on.  This is turning into a bit of a snoozer of a movie.  It needs something.  I am sorry to say that since I turned 20, I haven’t had the audience pull anymore.”

“I remember that happening to me when I turned 20.  It is a bit scary.  But I followed the advice of a friend, and have never been happier.”

“Nor looked so young.  How do you do it?”

“Clean honest living.  I enjoy life now.  No pressure to make movies, I do it all for fun.  Tell you what, after this movie is completely done, junket and all, come see me.  I will get you a nice relaxed life where you make movies on your terms, no one else’s.”

Her eyes got big as Natalie talked, then her face scrunched up as she thought.  She knew that Natalie had become one of the hottest pulls in Hollywood and had also just received a Best Actress Academy Award four years previously after disappearing for a few years.  She suddenly looked up and said, “I will do it!  Also, several of my friends are in the same boat.”

“The more the merrier.  It is girls only though.”

“Not a problem, they are all out of work, too old for teen roles, too young to play mothers, and too smart to completely kill their careers in a National Lampoon type movie.  I got this role simply because *wince* I was a Disney Kid.  *ugh* I hate saying that.”

“I will bet that six months with my sisters here, and you will be able to look back on that as just a fun time in your past.”

“I’ll take that bet.  Standard terms?”

“You’re on.”  They shook on it.  I didn’t know what they were talking about, but they seemed to be bonding a bit and I didn’t want to interfere.

Later, I asked Natalie what the standard terms were.  She laughed, “I do it anyway.  Terms are that the loser has to do a play, movie, or the like and donate their entire salary to charity.”  She looked at me, “Why do you think so many Hollywood actors and actresses donate so much to charity?  We are a very narcissistic lot; we wouldn’t do it unless we had to.  I have no use for money now, so I gave my last salary to a homeless shelter in L.A.”

A little more seriously, she said, “Master Tom, if there is time, I would love to do one of the scripts I have been given recently.”

“Hmmm, Natalie, tell you what, we can do it, but not like last time.  I was away way too long.  You know that.”  She nodded, a little guiltily.  I continued, “I really enjoy it when you do movies too.  I can be there for a few days a week, but I have to take care of other things the rest of the time.  You have lots of sisters too, remember.”

She began to cry.  “Oh, Master!” she sobbed.  “I wasn’t even thinking of my sisters!  I feel so awful!”

“Natalie, we all love your movies.  All your sisters and I.  If you are willing to do them with weekend visits from me, we would all love for you to do another.  You will also have lots of help from your sisters.  They would all get a kick out of helping in a movie, maybe get in the end titles as one of the ‘Assistants to Ms. Starr’.”

*sniff* *sniff* “Really?  If I do only one every couple of years, I can do that.”

“That would be wonderful!”

“I really hate being away from you, Master.  But I will do it for a short time.”

“Wait until we get back, though.  Besides, you will probably get that cameo here.” 

She smiled weakly.  “Yes, Master.”

We were almost back to the clinic, about two blocks away when we hit the crowds.  I saw the two security EBs straighten up and put their fingers to their ears to hear the earwigs better over the crowd.  I asked EB JoAnne next to me, “What’s going on?”

“Surprise visit from some bigwig.  They just pulled up and started setting up a podium in front of the clinic.  We don’t have any more information.  Raven is heading out to ask.”

We had left the limo and were breaking our way through the crowd.  JoAnne added, “Raven says that it is someone really high up, the security is very sophisticated.  They are also worried because this was unscheduled and they don’t have the area secured very well.”  “What?”  “Sir, it is the President.”

“Of the United States?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Shit.  What the hell is she doing here?”  When JoAnne started to say something I added, “That was rhetorical.”  Her mouth shut.

We were almost to the portable podium; which was finished being set up.  A news crew was doing the preliminary reports, “The President will be making a speech any minute now...” and the sort. 

The Secret Service finally noticed us approaching.  An agent stepped out and said, “Sorry, this area is secure.”

I pointed to the clinic and said, “This is my building.  Valerie here is building supervisor.  What is going on?”

“You weren’t informed?”

“No.”

He began to mutter under his breath.  Then he said, “Something is not right.  First we have an unscheduled stop to present the charity of the year award, and no one knows anything.”

I said, “Put that way, I am getting a little worried too.  Why are you setting up out here when we have a giant atrium inside?”

“Good question.  It is a poor decision in a long series of poor decisions today.”

I turned to the girls.  “Leslie, poke your nose around and see if you can determine why the security is being run so poorly.”  To the agent I said, “She is a highly decorated police detective.”  I went on, “Valerie, Amanda and Mandy, stick with me.  The rest of you get inside and set up an emergency security detail in case we need to pull the fat out of the fire.”  They all nodded and took off, except for Tami, of course.

At the agent’s raised eyebrow I said, “Inside we have over a hundred combat trained security guards.  I want them on red alert just in case.”  Glancing around I said, “This is a rough neighborhood, just this morning we had a gang of shooters attack the clinic.”

“Seriously?  Then this certainly should have been called off or postponed.”

I commented, “Whoever does the scheduling should be fired and checked as a security problem.  This is really bad.”

“I agree.  Too late now, but I will be submitting a report on this.  Many of my colleagues will be doing the same.”  He paused, “The President would like whoever is in charge of the clinic for the award presentation.”

“I own the chain of clinics, Valerie runs this one, and the twins here are the Thrupp twins.  Who do you want?”

He murmured into his mike for a minute.  Then he said, “All of you.”  He lead us toward the podium.  We followed him over.  He gave Tami a nervous glance but didn’t say anything.  A protocol clerk scurried over and got our names and who we were.  When we reached the podium, the President got out of the car and she waved to the crowd.  The protocol clerk got ready to introduce us, the President was reaching out to shake hands, when it started.

A RPG took out the car.  Machine gun fire started covering the area as a sniper round took the President right in the ticker.  Everyone in the crowd started screaming and running.  I saw six secret service agents were down.  I grabbed the unconscious President while my girls grabbed the two agents near us who were down, including the one we had talked to.  We dashed for the clinic entrance.  A troop of EBs came out, surrounded us, and led us back in.  Quickly, I put the President down and repaired her heart, Valerie doing the same thing with one of the agents.  I quickly moved over to the other agent and repaired him too.  Then I said, “Quick, take the President and the two agents up to my apartment.  Get Raven up there to keep an eye on her.”  Three EBs picked them up and dashed for the elevator while one murmured into her mike.

There had been three EBs hit, and I had a graze on my arm, but we all were already almost healed.  Leslie came dashing in the door, dragging a marine handcuffed to a suitcase.  Valerie quickly fixed him up while Leslie commented, “I still feel like Supergirl.”  It was the right thing to say as we all smirked in spite of the circumstances.  Another EB grabbed him and took him off to the elevators as well.  As we peered out through the newly placed bullet proof glass, Valerie flipped out her phone and called down the troops to set up triage.

It appeared that there wasn’t a secret service agent left standing.  This had been well planned.  Someone’s head would roll.  I also noticed that the news cameras and crews were untouched.  That had to be deliberate.  So this was a political statement of some sort.  The reporters looked almost like they were having orgasms as they filmed the carnage around them.

The triage teams were waiting with us behind the glass as it died down a few minutes later.  I held them back for a minute, then we rushed out, loading victims onto stretchers and double timing them back inside.  Valerie and I would quickly heal any wounds, and those who had been dead for a minute or two we repaired, but then passed off to the doctors to resuscitate.  It worked about 50% of the time, depending on how long they were lying there dead.  Another team was taking them upstairs to the ER as quickly as Valerie and I were processing them.

After about ten minutes, the police finally showed up.  They should have been there before the President to close off the streets.  They closed the streets off now though.

I left Valerie to take care of any new arrivals and headed upstairs to my suite.  I gave Betsy a quick salute as I passed through security and continued up.  The President was in the master bedroom on P4, the agents each had a bed on the floor below.  They were all still turned off.  I took at look at the wallet of the agent we had talked to, agent Henry Zane.  I had an EB document everything then I did the law enforcement upgrades to Henry.

I then went upstairs to the President’s room.  I checked her out and also did the law enforcement upgrades, clearing out her arteries and fixing two small cancers.  Then I tapped her awake.  She sat up, “What?”  Looking around she said, “Where am I?”

“You are in my apartment.  It is secure.  We are above the clinic.  You can look out the window there.” 

She jumped up and went and stared out the window.  “This is above the clinic?  Pretty fancy.”  She turned to me.  “And what is your name?”

“Oh, sorry.  I am Tom Malloy.  I own and run the Thrupp Clinics.  And yes it is fancy.  My daughter runs this place and went a bit overboard on the design and construction.  Except for the top four floors, it is a homeless shelter.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“I will have to look into this further.  Now tell me what happened.”

“As we were being introduced, you and all your agents were shot.  The limo was blown up.  We fixed you up in the clinic and brought you up here for safety.”

“Fixed me up?”

“Yes, you were shot through the left ventricle of the heart.  We repaired that and also fixed the lump in your left breast and the precancerous tumor under your left eye.”

“How did you know about the lump?  I was due in for surgery next month.”

“We have advanced diagnostic and healing techniques.  I am sorry to say that they are not AMA approved.  We normally get a patient to sign a consent form, but you’re heart had already stopped so there wasn’t time.”

“I can hardly complain, can I?”  She paused, “You said that my agents were shot too.  How are they?”

“Two of them plus the Marine with the football are downstairs sleeping it off.  They will awaken any minute.  Down in the ER there are a few more, but I am not sure of their status.  You and the three downstairs were dragged into the building as the shooting started.”

“So who’s in charge?”

“No one.  All of your agents went down.  Do you know why you were here?  This was completely unscheduled, I was discussing it with Agent Zane before it all happened.  He and I believed that there was a mole in your detail that set this whole thing up and we were a bit nervous.  Turns out we were right.”

“So you believe bringing me here was deliberate.”

“Yes, Madam President.”

“We had better awaken the agents and get the ball rolling.”

“Yes, Madam President.”

She followed me down to where the three were sleeping.  She poked her finger into the bullet hole in Zane’s shirt, then looked down and did the same to herself.  She shook her head in disbelief.  While she was doing that, I whispered to the nearest EB, “Get me a syringe and a bottle of sterile water.”

A minute later I injected a needle of water into Agent Zane’s arm.  I put my hand on his forehead like I was taking a temperature and turned him back on.  I did it with the other two as well.  Then back at Agent Zane’s side where the President was standing, I shook him and said, “Agent Zane, wake up!” 

He opened his eyes and looked up, saw the President, then sat up quickly.  “Madam President!”

“We are secure for the moment Agent Zane.  Apparently you were right to be worried about the situation.”  She smiled grimly.  “You had better awaken your two friends here and call it in.  You are the only surviving agents.”

His eyes went big, and he said, “Yes, ma’am!”  He tried to use his radio, but it seemed to be dead.  He grabbed the phone next to the bed.  He looked at me, “Is this secure?”

“Hit zero and ask for a secure line.”

He nodded and did so.  Then he called a number and said, “Agent Zane here.  POTUS is secure.  Football is secure.  Detail is down.”  He listened for a minute.  “Yes, sir.”  “We are secure at the moment.  Recommend no evac at this time.  Hostiles have RPGs.”  “Yes, sir.”  He glanced over at me, “I assume we are in the clinic somewhere?”

“Yes, you are in a high security apartment on the 22nd floor.”

He relayed that, said, “Yes, sir” one more time, then hung up.  “We are to hold here until further notice.”  He looked at me again.  “I seem to remember a RPG taking out the limo, correct?”

“Yes.  I agree with you, ground or air extraction is not an option until we are secured from RPGs.  This is a secure location.  My guards are paranoid about my safety.  Why don’t you wake up your friends and have one of you stay with the President and one confer with the guard post downstairs which is the only way in here.”

“That is a good plan.”  He woke the other two, assigned the agent to POTUS and he went down to confer with security.

I said to President Thompson, “Madam President.  You may want to issue a statement.  By now, millions of TV viewers have seen you get shot and millions more have heard about it.”

“Yes, of course.”  She picked up the phone, hit zero and said, “I need a secure line, please.”  A minute later she dialed.  “Jim! I am fine.”  “I am in a secure location.”  “I’ll talk to you later.”  “Bye, hon.  Love You.”  She got another secure line, then reported that she was okay to someone on the other end.

She then sat down and said, “It appears that we have some time to kill while the mess out front is being taken care of.  Tell me more about this place.”

“Well, you know about Thrupp Clinics, right?”

“I remember something in a briefing about them last year.  Something to do with Los Alamos?”

“Yes, the director of Los Alamos labs had a weird personal vendetta against my family and he ordered the kidnapping of one of my daughters.  He went to jail and we got a restraining order against the DOE.  A bit strange.  I still don’t understand what he was thinking.”  A bit of a fib, but close enough that a professional politician like her wouldn’t catch it.

She nodded and I went on, “The Thrupp Clinics are a chain of free clinics and hospitals that the Thrupp twins and I set up.  We later added homeless shelters to them.”

“Well, like I said, my daughter Valerie went a little overboard on this one.”  I grinned and gestured out the window.  She grinned and nodded back.  “The hospital starts five stories underground and goes up to the fourth story.  The fifth floor is the park that you see out the window.”  She looked out again.  “There are eight floors of homeless apartments, dormitories, and cafeterias above that.  Then there is a security floor and three story apartments like this one above that.  With the hospital there is a police substation and free daycare center as well.”

She gave a little laugh, “This place is a politician’s dream.  I can’t imagine what it costs.”

“This clinic alone was over a hundred million.  Operating costs is several million a year.  That is so low because we use our own labor.  We aren’t a religious group or anything like that, but we all live on a commune back home.  And before you ask, we were investigated by the FBI as a cult and it was dismissed.”

“But how do you pay for it?”

“Ah, there is the rub, eh?  Want to make sure you aren’t hanging out with the mob or something like that?”  She nodded sheepishly.  “Nope, sorry, all legit.  Those advanced medical techniques I mentioned before?  I provided some work for the super-rich and got paid all nice and legal for it; paid all my taxes and everything.”  She visibly relaxed.  “Except for a few investments in Aspen, I have spent pretty much all of it on the clinics.  Each clinic is run by one of my daughters.”

“Your daughters?  How old are you anyway?”

“Almost 40.”

“Young.”

“Not much younger than you, what are you...50?”

“Now, now, it’s not nice to ask a lady that, but that’s a bit on the low side.”

“Young.”

“Touché.”  She grinned.

I looked at my watch.  “Are you hungry?  I could have something whipped up in the kitchen or grill some kebabs.”

Her eyes lit up.  “Let’s grill some kebabs.”

I led her down to the large patio off of the kitchen.  I dug out some kebabs that were in the ‘fridge that I had seen earlier and threw them on the patio grill.  I did up all of them, passing them out to Agent Zane in the corner of the balcony, sending down a few to the security center, where Agent Zane had sent the other agent to monitor while he watched the President.

Out of earshot I commented to the President, “You know, Agent Zane over there has done an exemplary job today, and he also sensed this coming but was overruled.”

“I know.  I am already planning on putting a commendation in his file.  Hmmm, these are good.  My dietician rarely lets me eat like this.”

“As someone who ran your medical scans, you don’t have anything to worry about.”  At least since I removed all the arterial plaque in her heart.

“Nice to hear.”  She chowed down on a big chunk of steak.

Valerie and Raven both came out on the balcony.  They grabbed a kebab each and began eating.  I said, “Madam President, these are my daughters, Valerie and Raven.”

All three of them nodded to each other while eating.  I said, “Girls, I assume you have a report?”

Valerie said, “In a minute, Dad.”  She scarfed her kebab.  “Hmmm, that was good.”  She looked up.  “We rescued 36 civilians, and 12 agents.  5 agents plus the limo driver were killed, 8 civilians were also killed.  After the shooting, we stopped four attempts to get into this building.  Two frontal assaults, one group tried to sneak in, and one sniper who tried to come in as homeless and was caught in the body scanner.  They are all in the lockup, pending police pickup.  I decided to let the local police search the neighboring buildings.”

I said, “Madam President, you need to make an announcement.  I will have my people move the podium into the atrium, where you should have been in the first place, and you can do so.  The reporters are still outside.”

“I agree.  In an hour?”

I nodded.  Then Valerie and I started issuing orders.  Quickly, we had a crew dismantle the still standing podium out front and bring it inside.  I went down and talked to the news crew.  They were all excited to have the president making an announcement.  They all still went through the scanner.  We caught a second assassin trying to sneak in with the reporters. 

It was interesting, all the assault teams and assassins were Americans as far as we could tell.  Once caught, they started spewing some sort of rhetoric about government conspiracies and the unconstitutionality of the government.  We told the President and she nodded.  She was a bit distracted; I figured she was working on her speech in her head.

She borrowed a dress from my girls and headed down to the park, security was everywhere.  The twelve other agents who recovered were up and about, including one who was nominally Zane’s superior.  The President overrode the other agent, leaving Zane in charge.

She made her speech, assuring the people that she was still alive and functioning.  One of reporters simply asked, “What happened?”

“That is still being investigated.  Fortunately my men and I were able to take shelter here in the clinic.  It is fortuitous that we had just arrived to give an award to this clinic for exemplary service.”

I relaxed a bit.  Whew!  I had hoped she had picked up my clues hinting that I didn’t want our names involved.  The clinic was publically advertised, so I am sure the reporters would get that, but I preferred to keep our personal names out of it.  I kind of wondered why she was using all the big words, usually politicians avoided those.  She must have had her reasons.

Another reporter asked, “Is there any indication that Al Qaeda or any other terrorist group is involved?”

“It is certainly a terrorist group, but it appears to be home grown.”  She added, “That is it for now.  Thank you.”  She quickly marched off the podium and into the tunnel to her right.  The Secret Service whisked her back up to the condo.

The reporters got in front of the camera and began their analysis.  After completing, several of them did a quick look-see around the atrium before they left.

President Sandra Thompson was there for another six hours before the Secret Service thought that the coast was clear.  They brought in Marine One to the hospital helipad and flew her out at 3 AM the next morning.  She shook my hand, and said, “Thank you, Mr. Malloy.”  She was still fingering the hole in her blouse when she got on the chopper and it took off.

I commented to all my girls who were standing next to me, “Interesting day.”  They all started laughing.  We went and collapsed into bed.

The next few days were light, no one wanted to cross the police line, the daycare was almost empty.  After all the scuffle, it was nice watching someone else do the work for a change.

Natalie went and did her two scene cameo, we all went with her and watched.

After a week it was time to head for home.  I made love to Valerie, Raven, and Betsy, did a lot of hugs and kisses for the local EBs, then we flew home.  Valerie and Raven had decided to co-supervise the Bronx clinic together.

Chapter 61

I spent every other week at home.  I set it up on a schedule.  I would take one week a month floating between various things (visiting clinics, vacations, etc), one week on each side of that for home, and one week in Aspen, which was a growing concern, especially since Tina’s Aspen EB recruits were now 40% of the EB new graduates. 

Across the way from the Farling campground, hidden from view in a small valley with a private road leading to it (and a tunnel all the way under everything back to the main building where the lodge and general store were), was a small complex with dorms, training center, and the works.  The Aspen EBs worked in their home community, mostly volunteer work running my businesses and helping the town set up homeless shelters, run food kitchens, and the like.  There weren’t too many homeless since living was super cheap in Aspen with my $1 rents.  They were helping with the plan was to convert the local medical center into a Thrupp clinic as well.  Katie and her husband, Tim, volunteered to run it.

I had okayed John to move to Aspen after Katie and Tim, much closer to his brother in Denver as well.  Tina Four, Tim’s sixteen year old sister, had got her GED and moved there after her brother.  She and the other Tina got along like gangbusters.  The two of them would give me a very enthusiastic welcome on my monthly visits.  Many times Barb and Amy would join in and make it a very steamy greeting.  Anyway, John set up a whole building as media control for my empire.  There were still several empty ones around the city of Aspen after Quentin’s debacle, he just picked out a nice empty five story office building and slapped ‘Malloy Media Services’ above the door.

Even with all the growth everywhere else, our original compound was still the main one.  All EBs went to ‘boot’ camp there.  The EB town was still there.  The main nursery was still there, although there were also small ones in Aspen and Hollywood.  The head clinic was still the original, although it had expanded twice.

I had fixed up several more billionaires, the result being that we still had over seven billion in the coffers.  One had even commented that she would have donated the money anyway for the clinics, but getting a rejuv thrown in was something she couldn’t resist.  I liked her and gave her the EB upgrades as well, but didn’t tell her.  I also didn’t tell her that when she eagerly tested out her hot new young body with me, she left pregnant.

I decided to take my monthly floating week and drive out to see Sparrow and Olive.  I hadn’t seen them since they were in for training five years before.  Because of my limited time, I had a couple of EBs drive the main RV and communications RV out to Albuquerque ahead of time, and I flew out with the Thrupp twins, Sara, and Leslie and Natalie (of course).  As we started the drive Northwest to the reservation, I gave Sparrow a call.  “Hey Sparrow!”

“Tom!  What’s up?”

“You going to be around for a while?”

“Yeah?”

“Mind if I drop in for visit?  I haven’t seen the place in five years.”

“Uh, sure.  When?”

“I’ll be there in a few hours.  We’re driving in from Albuquerque.”

“Sounds good.  There are some surprises for you here.”

“Good.  I like surprises.”

He chuckled.  “See you in a few hours.”

“Yeah, see you.”

I loved being on the road again.  Watching the high desert roll by was beautiful.  I took a turn at the wheel and drove for a few hours.  Rather than take the Interstate, we went the northern route up 550 through Farmington.

We arrived, and I blinked twice.  Was this the same place?  A town had grown around the clinic.  The clinic itself was twice the size.  All this on only one million a year?  Across the street was a large diner.  Next to that was a mid-sized gas station and large general store.  There were several houses and utility buildings, one looking like sewage treatment.  There was even a cell tower.  It seemed that there had been a small growth spurt, attaching itself to the clinic’s success.

We parked between the clinic and Olive’s house where we had been before.  Sparrow was there to direct us.  He climbed in.  “Hey, see that you made it!”

“Yeah.  We thought we were in the wrong place for a minute.”  I grinned.

He grinned back.  “Yeah, it is the way of my people, we tend to glom onto success.  I’m not complaining... it is nice having a diner and grocery store across the way.  We were back to eating road kill and wild chickens until it was built.”

“So how is Olive?  I haven’t heard a word from her in five years.”

“Oh, she’s fine.  She’ll join us for dinner in half an hour.  Any chance of grilling some steaks?”  He asked hopefully.

“Sure.”  By now, my girls had the RV extensions out and everything set up.  I called over, “Ladies, set up the grill, please.”  They rolled it out while Leslie and Natalie, who had been eavesdropping, lugged out a pile of steaks and potatoes.  We were grilling when Olive showed up.  She was leading a little girl, about four years old.  I knelt down and said, “Hello, what is your name?”

The girl brightly looked up at me and said, “Niyol Tsidii Malloy.  What is yours?”

“I am Tom Malloy.”

“You’re my daddy!”  She gave me a big hug.  “Hmmm, you smell good!”

Bemused, I hugged her back and said, “I guess so.”  A quick DNA scan proved the little girl’s assertion.  I gave Olive a look over Niyol’s shoulder.

Olive shifted a little and said, “It’s silly, but I am afraid you will take her away, so I didn’t say anything.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You are rich, powerful, and I am just a small reservation doctor.  I couldn’t take the chance.”

I had never thought of myself that way, although I suppose I was.  “She is your daughter too.  I would have insisted on visiting more often though.”  I smiled and said, “Pretty name, ‘Wind Sparrow’, I like it.”

“Thanks.”

“Although the Malloy sounds funny on the end.” I grinned.  “Well, that’s the past now, so let’s eat!”  I could see it was really bothering her and I wanted to distract her from it.

Glad for the distraction, she turned to the tray of steaks and we all ate.

The next day I learned just how busy the clinic was.  Starting at dawn, the intake room was packed.  It took until almost one in the afternoon to clear out the queue.  Then there were scheduled appointments all afternoon.  Apparently, the small clinic had a reputation, people would come from hundreds of miles around just to see the Sparrows.  Niyol would just sit quietly behind the receptionist’s desk and play or read to herself; coming out occasionally, if a kid came in, to play with him or her.

Everything was kosher, and Olive didn’t seem inclined to take up where she left off, so after two days we packed up and headed out.  A long hug and kiss from Niyol, just a hug from Olive and Sparrow, and we headed west.

Flagstaff was a nice little town, a lot like Aspen, but without the tourist stuff.  We stopped at the Taco Bell on the south side of town and debated where to go.  While we all wanted to go south and see Phoenix and then head west and see Acoma, I was really leery about doing anything along the border and vetoed the idea.  Instead we headed north to the Grand Canyon.

The Grand Canyon was beautiful.  We drove up and around on 89 up and turned off through Colorado City and over to I15.  We caught 169 down from Glendale and then cut down on Lakeshore Drive to 93.  I had never been to Hoover Dam and was curious.  They were in the middle of construction, while I suppose it was needed, it spoiled things a bit as it no longer looked like it did in all the movies.

All the ladies got pictures on the border, and t-shirts, and we resumed our journey.  There was only a few days left so I asked the girls where they wanted to park the RVs for three weeks.  A couple of EBs would have to stay behind and guard them, so they got the choice.  They picked the Oasis RV park just south of Las Vegas.  Good choice.  There were lots of swimming pools and the like.  A good chunk of cash got us two adjoining large lots with plenty of space to open the expansion modules.

We unlimbered the SUV and I climbed in with seven ladies.  Driving north we soon hit the strip.  The first place that looked interesting was the Excalibur.  We pulled up to the entrance, and before we even got two steps from the car we were surrounded by people offering to help with everything.  A second later a guy came out all placating and schmoozing.  “Mr. Malloy!”  I was astounded at their database, probably the license plates on the SUV.  I don’t think facial recognition would work that fast.  He went on, “Welcome to the Excalibur!  I am George.  May I get you a room for this evening?  Maybe a private table in the casino?”

I was curious, so I said, “Tell you what, George.  You tell me how you recognized me, the truth, and I will gladly take that table.”

He was slightly surprised, but said, “There is a camera that reads license plates on the drive up.  It popped a picture of you to my PDA which I compared to your face as you got out of your vehicle.”

I said, “Thank you for the truth, George.  I will tip you for that as soon as I get some chips.”

He raised an eyebrow and said, “Let me help you to a table.  You can get chips there.”  He led my entourage and me over to a table that had been roped off and had a dealer waiting.  I hadn’t seen him make a move, yet somehow it was all set up and waiting.  That was professionalism and I respected that.

Not wanting to do too much, I wrote a chit for $1 Million.  Without even a raised eyebrow the dealer laid out 10 $50K and 50 $10K chips.  I passed a $50K chip to each of my seven hotties, and a $10K as a tip for George.

It didn’t take me long to blow the other $640K.  I wasn’t a practiced blackjack player.  There, that ought to be enough to generate some good will.  For fun, I told George, who was hovering ten feet away, “I’ll take that room now.”

Apparently there were fancy rooms not generally available, the room we got wasn’t on their web site.  The suite that he led me to had two levels, a two story living room with glass windows, a small kitchen, one large and two small bedrooms.  The girls and I had fun poking around.  Finally, I said, “Why don’t you ladies go downstairs and have some fun?  I’m going to take a nap.”  I went and collapsed in the giant king size bed.  Natalie joined me, saying, “I spent a lot of time here.  It isn’t as much fun as it used to be.”

I was more tired than I thought.  Apparently I slept the clock around, finally waking when I had to take a monster piss.  I staggered into the bathroom, then coming back out I saw that the room was filled with my girls, all sleeping.  I quietly slipped out of the room.  EB Camilla Two was guarding the door.  She must have come over because she had stayed in the RV.  Come to think of it, there were several EBs from the RV asleep in my bedroom.

I kind of wondered what George thought about the bevy of beauties I had as an entourage.  Privately he probably rolled his eyes and thought, “Rich Guys!”  He’d never say anything in public.

I watched TV until my ladies were all awake.  Then we went downstairs and hit the nearest restaurant.  After a very expensive meal, each person was over $50, I got ready to go.  The jet was waiting out at the airport.  My five plus a few EBs needed to get back as well.  I thanked George for the suite and told him that I had to leave, but several of my girls were staying in the area and to take care of them when they stopped by.  He said that the hotel/casino would be happy to do so.  I left him with another $1K tip as my girls took me to the airport.

Chapter 62

When my floating week was only a day away the next month a F5 tornado hit near Indianapolis.  That wasn’t far away, so we started up the hospital RV, Angie, Yolanda, along with fifteen of my girls and three nurses packed themselves into the RV, leaving the pregnant Liz and two of my youngest with the gift to run the clinic. 

One of the nurses was really cute Betsy Poe, now 17, who we had rescued down on the Florida Keys so many years ago.  She was fanatical about me and running rescue missions, in that order.  She had never gone in for EB training, but was as dedicated as Alicia.  I had given her a ring when she turned fifteen, and she was eager to dedicate her life to her mission to rescue every person in every disaster that ever happened.  Years of searching had not found her family.

The living and communications RVs were still in Nevada.  They got moving, but were still two days away.  We were there in a few hours.

We arrived at a police checkpoint, and again a cop stepped in, just like that time long ago.  The first thing he said was, “I notice the big red cross on your vehicle.  Are you a medically related?”

I answered, “This is a portable hospital for emergencies.  Tell me where to set up.  We are here from the Thrupp clinic.”

He called it in.  Then he said, “It seems that you are expected.  Go two miles ahead and talk to the people there.”  He got off and helped his partner move the cones.  We drove through.  About two miles down the road, in the middle of unbelievable devastation, we stopped and asked a cop where to set up.  She pointed to a nitch in the back of a parking lot.  I said, “We need room for the triage tent plus two more support vehicles that are on the way.”  She called it in again, then directed us to another empty parking lot.  The GPS said it used to be a Gas and Go convenience store.  Now it was an empty parking lot with a little rubble next to it.  We parked and got to work setting up the tent.

Half of my girls went out and joined the S&R teams.  The other half with Angie and Yolanda started taking triage.  We quickly became a clearing house, ambulances would drop the injured off, and other ones would pick them up for transport to hospitals further away.  After a while, they switched to busses for the pickups since there weren’t any injured leaving. 

The other two RVs arrived the next day and set up behind the hospital RV.  We took turns sleeping as the injured were arriving 24 hours a day.

By my count, my girls saved fifty three people in the S&R teams that would have died otherwise, and another twenty seven in the triage.  The only “injured” were those treated before we got there.  We also cured 112 cases of cancer, several ruptured spleens, removed several kidney stones, cured 156 cases of diabetes, four harelips and uncountable scars.  The girls also recruited six new EBs to take back for training.

Back home, I decided to create a new branch of the Thrupp Clinic.  I called Betsy Poe to my office.  She came in, I gestured and she happily came over and settled in my lap.  We were both dressed since we were at the clinic, but it was a pleasant lapful anyway.

“Betsy, how would you like to run a new division I am creating?”

“Of course, Master.  What is it?”

“I would like to have communications and hospital RVs built for all the clinics and a full staff of EBs to run them.”

“Sounds wonderful!”  She clapped her hands and started bouncing with glee.  She gave me a big hug.  “Oh, I love you so much!”

“I love you too.”  I could see that she was eager to get going on it, so I gave her a kiss, patted her rear, and sent her on her way.

She went to it like it was an emergency itself.  Twenty RV chassis were being converted by next week.  The shop EBs, plus the six of my daughters who had gone into that field, were hard at work upgrading them.  Half of the RVs were made into communications RVs with enhanced living areas, much of the electronics having improved and being much more compact since the first communications RV was built 12 years before.  The other ten were converted into hospital RVs with the red cross and a Thrupp Clinic logo.  As each pair came off the customization line, they were sent to a clinic.  All the clinics had prepared a garage for the two RVs, similar to a firehouse.  The fleet of RVs cost close to $500 Million, but they soon proved themselves as the Dallas clinic had to dispatch the RVs to a flood in southeastern Texas. 

Jocelyn, who had just turned 18, flew down to take over the clinic since Tammy had gone with the RVs.  Apparently, on the way down from Dallas, after going through San Antonio, they had to pass through ten foot deep water.  Ester’s paranoia paid off again.  Both RVs had sealed cabins and engines, and a snorkel.  They drove right through the flood which was halfway up the windshield, weighing close to 30 tons they didn’t slide much.  They set up on a hilltop in the flooded area and were soon relaying cell communications via the communications RV and taking patients in the hospital RV.  The National Guard were hauling patients in and people out by boat.  Of course, they were in constant communication with the main office so we knew everything that happened.

They were there two weeks.  The first week helping with the injured, the next week helping with cleanup and maintaining communications for the area while infrastructure was rebuilt.

Chapter 63

Over the next two years we built 72 more clinics in the U.S. and Canada (even though they had socialized medicine).  13 of them were “Super-Clinics” following Valerie’s design.  Almost every single one of my daughters with the gift (and two without) left to start one of their own.  Sara and two others, Evelyn and Nyesha (who thought of herself as a reserve) stayed.

Although Alicia had sent her daughter Valerie out on “The Crusade”, she specifically was training Penelope (Penny) and Inger to stay home and be her backups.  Alicia’s younger daughters were still 4, 9 and 12.

Amanda had just given birth when I called her and Mandy in to see me.  As I snuggled with the two hotties, I said, “Amanda...Mandy.”

“Yes, Master?” they chorused.  I think that they practiced that because they knew I loved it so much.

“I think the joke has been taken a bit too far.”

“What joke?” asked Amanda.

“The ‘barefoot and pregnant’ joke.  I love being with you two, and I think that you both need a few years break.  After 32 children, you don’t need to keep having kids because of what you said thirty years ago when you were a kid yourself.”

Mandy exclaimed, “It has been thirty years?  Wow.”

Amanda answered, “It stopped being a joke long ago, Tom.”  She was serious if she was using my name.  “But I agree with you, we are essentially immortal, and maybe should take a few years break.”

I said, “Glad you agree.”  I stroked both their bellies, installing birth control sheaths set to five years.  They both watched, knowing what I was doing.  “Because I want my beautiful sexy twins to snuggle with for a few years.”

They both wiggled luxuriously in my lap.  Mandy said, “I think that could be arranged.”

I had flown into Chicago and was at a Cubs game.  I wasn’t a Cubs fan, but I was in the area checking out the clinic and Gertie had picked up tickets.  With me were the twins, Leslie, Alicia, Natalie and Tami.  All my girls lately had got the message from the twins.  They were having fun playing ‘smart sex kitten’.  I admit it was fun.  The twins told me that they were having fun too.  The other girls were too fanatical to even bother to ask, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves as well.  Natalie had just finished another movie “Rennie and the Cat”, a drama set in the deep south during the early 19th century, and she had just returned from the junket.  The critics were going wild over this one; she was considered a shoe in to win another Academy Award.

Anyway, the announcer was mentioning that pitcher Vance Zane had retired due to injury.  I had a brainstorm.  I had been being altruistic for many years, and I felt it was time to splurge and have some fun again.

There were dozens of players that had retired due to injury.  Some had been beaned too many times, some had eye troubles, some had got too old, and many were pitchers who had thrown out their elbow or shoulder.  All easily fixable. 

I had seen an interview a few weeks before and the guy was a snot.  All he could talk about were his investments.  I wanted to find the real baseball players, the ones who cared about the game.  Keep them in the game so the snotty ones stayed in the Minors.  I wasn’t enough of a fan to know off the top of my head, but I knew several of my girls were.  When there is a population of over five thousand, there are fans of almost anything.  I asked Alicia who the die-hard EB baseball fans were.  She said, “I know of a few.  Let me check the database.”  She punched some things into her phone then said, “The biggest fan is Erina.  She spends every off minute going over stats and listening to games.  This is in the database because some of the other EBs complained that she filled the Tivo with baseball games and erased some of their reality shows.”  She grinned.  “I didn’t do anything except get another Tivo for them since I hate reality shows.  I also checked and she is attentive on shift.”

That was interesting.  I didn’t hear much about the social lives of my EBs, and this was a bit of an insight.  I said, “She sounds like the girl I am looking for.  Have her fly up and see me here in Chicago tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master.”

Since we were in public, she was wearing the latest fashion, a mesh t-shirt and a mini-skirt.  You could actually see her nipples though the t-shirt, but that was the current fashion.  I wasn’t complaining.  There were a lot of hotties around wearing them.  Except that this was MY hottie.  I pulled her to me and kissed her while playing with her bare ass.  The current fashion was to wear thong panties, but my girls didn’t wear anything under their skirts.  They knew I liked to show off how hot the girls with me were.  We finished the kiss, but she collapsed against my chest sighing as I continued to play with her perfect behind for a while.

The Cubs lost to the Red Sox 2-6.  Typical of them this year.  I didn’t mind, I enjoyed watching the game more than the final score.

The next morning Erina, who was a Betty clone, was there to eagerly lick me clean after my morning piss.  After a quick cuddle, we got dressed and I took her down for breakfast in the free cafeteria.  We ate out on the patio on the first floor of the atrium, Chicago having two clinics, both Valerie type designs.

We spent a while hashing out my idea.  She was reluctant to say so, but many of my plans were undoable.  The final plan was to establish a Minor league team in Aspen.  The nearest other team was in Colorado Springs.  We would recruit has-beens who still wanted to play baseball, but were on the permanent injury list.  They would sign a one year contract, with endorsements for the Thrupp Clinic, and then they could restart their major league careers.  We would build an indoor stadium in Aspen on some of the empty land that was still sitting there from Quentin.  Normally a Minor League team wouldn’t get their own fancy stadium, but this was going to be a rich man’s team.  Erina liked my idea, to interview any recruits and make sure it was the game, not the money that they loved.  I had wanted to go Major League, but Erina reluctantly shot down that idea.  I could see that she didn’t want to make Master unhappy, but she knew it wouldn’t work.

The stadium was welcomed by almost everyone in Aspen.  The construction industry, the city council, and the people.  It was built quickly, Tina eagerly throwing herself into the project, even though she was four months pregnant with her fifth kid.  Her oldest, Kathy, who was fourteen, and had inherited the gift.  I had goofed when I fixed Tina; I had forgotten the birth control sheaths.  She had given birth to Kathy when she was 15.  Kathy had been helping out at the Aspen clinic, but she was a real momma’s girl, so she joined in on the stadium construction.  She turned 15 about the same time the stadium was to be completed.  She was already eagerly awaiting her ring.

The Aspen EB recruitment was unusually high.  Over half the high school graduating class, about sixty girls, five or six rescues, and about ten older ladies, every year joined the EB class.  With the new six month training session, all the EBs were fanatically loyal, heck, some of them fainted in ecstasy at the sight of me.  It was close to the level of Alicia and her daughters.  Actually, it seemed that many of the girls got more fanatical as time went on.  Several of my girls, like Erin, Leslie, and the Thrupp Twins, were getting fanatical, whereas they weren’t before.  Ones like Angie and Zandy, who were halfway there before, were like Alicia now.  It scared me a bit.  If I told any of these girls go stand blindfolded in the middle of a busy freeway, they would without question.  All of the older recruits were also that way.

There was a steady recruitment from the Clinics, getting larger now that there were so many of them.  They were street girls, homeless women, high school grads who didn’t know what to do after school ended.  That was another hundred or so per EB class.

Our home high school still produced about seventy girls every graduation, a good number of them legacies.  There were also several rescues, and a good ten from the streets.  Holly was busy with all the social work paperwork.  Joining her were Val, Melissa and Carrie, who were almost as fanatical about social work as they were about me.  Angelique, who had returned to America and joined an EB class, helped out.  We had never found Melissa’s or Carrie’s families.

All this totaled over three hundred EBs per fall class, about a hundred fifty for the spring class.  Sara, Evelyn and I would spend almost an entire day biosculpting the recruits.

The birthrate was holding steady at about four hundred a year.  There were only so many girls I could fuck.  I tried to spread myself around, but there were limits.

I was happy that the stadium was ready for the ribbon cutting on my monthly visit to Aspen.  Kathy was all excited, her birthday was on the same day.  That morning, Tina, Barb, Amy, and her sister Valery were with Kathy as she woke me up with a nice pole ride.  (Not counting the twins, Natalie, and Tami, of course.)  As she rode me, I reached into the bedside stand and pulled out the ring, sliding it into her finger as she orgasmed for the third time.  She shrieked then came massively, passing out and falling to the side.  I hadn’t even cum yet, so I pulled Tina over and slid her down the pole.  She rapidly orgasmed repeatedly, gasping and passing out as she felt the warm cum in her belly.  Barb watched with a fanatical stare as I fucked her granddaughter and daughter.  Looking around the room, every single girl there had the same fanatical stare.  The long term association effect seemed to be working on them too.

We drove over to the new stadium.  “Farling Stadium - Home of the Aspen Mountain Hawks” was written in big letters on the side.  Standing there with me to cut the ribbon were the mayor and the city council.  The stadium rapidly filled.  There was a game between our new team and the Colorado Springs Sky Sox.  Our team won it 6-5.  It would have been more, but most of the Mountain Hawks had never played together before on a team, and there had been no practice.  They were all-stars so they won at least.  Every one of our players was a Major Leaguer who was injured.  The Minor League pay was nothing, but they all easily made a million a year in endorsements.  They were specially chosen for the dedication to baseball, however, so the endorsements were secondary.  Erina had had the time of her life interviewing all the retired big baseball stars.  She had had to reject 80% of them, which was crushing to her, finding out her heroes were like that.  She cried on my shoulder several times.

The result was exactly what I was looking for.  The game got the Minor League scouts interested, and we had a constant outflow of repaired talent moving back up to the Majors.  Also, like I wanted, all this old blood that really cared about the game started to revamp things, getting more players that gave a damn.  They were respected and the new young players listened to them.

As a side effect, they all had Thrupp Clinic endorsement contracts. 

As for finances, there seemed to be no end of billionaires who wanted to be young and immortal.  Word was getting around and we were approaching a hundred billion in the coffers even with all the spending.  We scrupulously paid all the sales taxes on the income, even so the IRS audited me on average of every other year.  They never found anything, but there was a really suspicious local agency chief that couldn’t believe that he hadn’t fleeced me enough.

As for upgrades, my daughters and I refused to upgrade anyone who wasn’t a family friend.  I would make someone young and immortal, but outside of the family the only people who ever got any upgrades were Frank Taymen, his son Andrew Taymen, and Tim Fredricks, Katie’s spouse.  Of course there was the occasional hero that one of us would upgrade because we liked what they had done, but they didn’t know and were scattered to the wind.

Chapter 64

I was out jogging the perimeter fence, flirting with the EBs along it, when my cell rang.  That was unusual these days since my daughters could easily take care of almost any medical emergency, I only took care of delicate brain operations and the more evil things that came into the clinic.

Surprisingly it was Father Ricci.  “Hello, Tom.”

“Father Ricci!  Long time no hear!”

“I need your help again, not for a miracle, but maybe to create one.”

“Hmmm, interesting.  Go on.”

“As you may know, Pope Mark the second is currently touring the United States.”

“Yes, it has been in the newspapers.”

“Well, this isn’t in the newspapers; he is very ill, and the Vatican doctors don’t think he will survive.”

“What is wrong?”

“They say it is colon cancer.  Normally we wouldn’t interfere, but politically it is bad right now because the cardinals are messed up and selection wouldn’t work, and of course that the pope is not here at the Vatican.”

“Where is he?”

“Atlanta.”

“Georgia?  I can have my daughter Mary there from the local clinic in twenty minutes.”

“Unfortunately, that won’t work.  It is very old fashioned, but having woman do an intimate repair job would be worse than letting him die.”

“It’ll take me four hours to get there.”

“I’ll let them know you are coming.”

“Good.  What do they know about me?”

“The Pope knows, plus Cardinal Harden.  No one else there knows you.  I am in contact with Cardinal Harden.  He will clear the way.”

“Tell him I am flying in on a private jet to Brown Field, the Fulton County Airport.”

“Will do.  Good luck.”

“Later.”  I hung up.  I hit the speed dial for Ester as I jogged back to the main house.  “Ester, get the jet prepped, we have an emergency flight to Atlanta to make.  Brown Field.”

“Any details?”

“Tell you in a minute.  Don’t worry, this has nothing to do with Mary.”  I hung up again.

It took me a minute to reach the house where Ester was waiting at the patio door.  “Master, the jet will be ready to go in fifteen minutes.  The mechanics are going over it right now.”  I filled her in on the details.  “Master, Father Ricci was right, the church is very chauvinist, as a life-long Catholic I can tell you that.”

“You’re Catholic?  You are coming with me along with Tami and the pilots.”  She stood there.  I said, “You had better get moving.”  She took off like a rocket.  Tami and I travelled a lot so we just grabbed our travel bags.

Ester met us outside with a SUV.  We climbed in and headed for the airport.

The mechanic EB types (plus two of my daughters who loved that sort of thing) were still swarming over the jet.  We pulled in and they finished what they were doing and climbed down.  I thanked and gave each of them a hug.  Then we climbed on the plane and were soon in the air.  We were landing two hours later.  Waiting for us at the hanger was a priest in an old station wagon.  He looked out the window at us and said, “Tom Malloy?”

I said, “Yup, that’s me.  The two ladies, Ester and Tami, are my security.”

He nodded and we climbed in.  I asked, “How is the patient doing?”

“Not good.  He had a coughing fit earlier and we were afraid he would have a heart attack.”

He drove like a mad man, weaving in and out of traffic.  That old station wagon really could move.  We arrived at the Cathedral of Christ the King fairly quickly.  The place was packed, everyone wanted to see the pope.  The priest led us around back to the living quarters.

Waiting for us was a Bishop, who said with a strong Brooklyn accent, but perfect grammar, “Tom Malloy!  I have heard good things about you.  I’m Bishop Harden.”

“Thank you.  What has Father Ricci told you?”

“Since I am his confessor, pretty much everything.  Can you really heal with a touch?  That is so amazing.”

“Yes it is.  I am still amazed and I have been doing it for over thirty years now.  I agree with Father Ricci that this gift is a miracle.”

“So do I.”  He turned serious, “I hope you can fix up the Pope.  This couldn’t have happened at a worse time.”

“Lead me to him and I’ll take a look.”  I turned to Ester and Tami.  “Ladies, you will have to wait here.”  I had explained things to them and so they just nodded.

I followed the Bishop back into the complex, past the Secret Service detail, arriving at a room with a Vatican guard at the door.  Inside Pope Mark II was on a hospital bed, lots of electronic instruments connected to him in various ways.  I went over to him and did a scan.  There was colon cancer, pancreatic cancer, an enlarged heart, he was very close to a stroke, and...  I looked closer, he had a toxic level of arsenic in his system!

He was awake and whispered, “You must be Tom Malloy.”  He had a slight Australian accent.

“Yes, you eminence, I am.  You are very ill.  Do you want my help?”

*Cough* “You are kind to ask.  I normally wouldn’t, but I am sure you have been told how bad things are politically right now.”

“Yes, it has been mentioned.  Next question, do you want to know what is wrong with you right now?”

He raised an eyebrow and I could see him thinking.  He said, “Not the details, but in general, yes.”

“Sir, besides the colon and pancreatic cancer, you are being poisoned with arsenic which is where most of your symptoms are coming from.”

The Bishop, who had been listening, said sharply, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” was my simple reply.

The Pope sighed and said, “That makes me very sad.”  Now there was compassion!  I couldn’t believe that he wasn’t angry or scared.  He just was sad that someone resorted to that.

“Sir, I am going to put you to sleep now for a short while.  Is that okay?”

“Do what you have to, Tom Malloy.”

I tapped him off.  First thing I did was create a new third kidney which was specially designed to remove heavy metals and store them.  While that started detoxifying his system, I went and revitalized all his organs, removing the cancer and cholesterol buildup as I went.  I repaired his heart and opened the blood vessels in his brain.  All this took about fifteen minutes.  There was another five minutes needed for the temporary kidney to complete its work. 

I told the bishop, “Sir, I installed a temporary third kidney to remove the toxins from his system.  It needs to run for another five minutes.  Otherwise he is healed.”

The bishop visibly relaxed.  “Any way to tell where the poison came from?”

“No, but take a look at his fingernails.”

He looked.  There were Muehrcke lines.  I said, “I cannot believe that his doctor missed these.  You may want to start an investigation there.”  He nodded.

I turned back to the Pope.  “The kidney should be finished.”  I reached in and disconnected it, pulling out the temporary kidney, fixing the tissue around it I then reached over with my other hand and tapped him awake.  As I was dropping the contaminated kidney in a plastic bag that was next to the bed stand, he sat up and said loudly, “I feel great!”

I put the kidney on a table on the other side of the room as the bishop and the pope talked rapidly.  He needed to get out and do something to forestall the rumors.  Also the bishop was starting an immediate investigation into the poisoning.

I bowed and excused myself, the two of them were so busy that I don’t think they really noticed me leaving.  I followed my path back to Ester and Tami, then I led them out.  Calling a taxi, we got a lift over to Mary’s clinic.

Mary’s clinic was interesting.  The ‘Underground’, which was Atlanta’s old sewage system that had been converted into a mall had gone defunct and was sitting empty, rotting.  Mary had purchased the whole place, took the eastern end including the back area to the south, put in the clinic and shelter, then rented out the rest to tenants she liked for a dollar plus maintenance.  Now it was revitalized, filled with book stores and restaurants again.

We got out at the northwest end, went down the steps and into the mall.  It was fascinating.  All these stores, all in the old sewer!  I felt like I was in Demolition Man or something.  Three quarters of the way down, there was a big sign for the clinic that went into a tunnel south.  Looking around I could tell it was once a food court.

Ester had called ahead, so waiting out front were Mary and ten EBs.  I spent the next ten minutes hugging beautiful women.  No complaints.

It was three hours later when Mary and I were called to the front desk.  It was the Priest from the car and the Secret Service.  Apparently the Pope was coming for a visit.

Ten minutes later, he strode in followed by TV cameras and paparazzi.  He was a bundle of energy.  I bet his enemies were gnashing their teeth.  He came up to me and shook my hand.  “Thank you, Tom Malloy.  Your consultation saved my life.”

I thought quickly and said, “You are welcome, your eminence; Thrupp clinics help all those in need.”

He pressed a rosary into my hand, genuflected, and said, “May Saint Martin de Porres and the Saints Cosmas and Damian be with you and your clinics, Tom Malloy.”

“Thank you, your eminence.”  I gave a small bow, my girls rapidly following suit.  Ester and few other EBs were in slight shock.  I guess they were Catholics too.

The Pope shook my hand again, then left.

I framed the rosary on my wall next to a picture taken by the press as I shook the pope’s hand.  Not bad for a Lutheran!

Chapter 65

Evelyn, Zandy’s second daughter, decided to go on a mission.  She had worked in the New York clinic with Valerie for a year and came up with an interesting proposal.

The Border War had been ongoing for forty years.  Still unofficial, it was known to everyone as a War.  The CBP and ICE lost hundreds of people a year to the incursions.  The Mexican side of the border was a wasteland.  There were still 100,000 vehicles that went through the border every day.  The Mexican government had finally stepped in and secured the traffic corridors from Tijuana and Juarez.  It was either that or lose all trade with the United States.  The two cities themselves were almost empty along with many other border towns.

Evelyn secured an appointment with the director of CBP, Edward Hennington.  She and I went to see him on a cold February morning.  It took an hour to get through security.  Not that I blamed them, the cartels had been trying to assassinate him and his predecessors for the last century.

We finally got in to see him.  He was a big man, over six feet and muscled.  Unlike many political appointments, he had worked the border for many years and knew it intimately.  He shook our hands and we sat down on the couches across from him.  A similar layout to the oval office.  He started out with, “Mr. Malloy, it is interesting that you are here; I don’t get many guests.”

“With your security, I can see why.”

“Harrumph, yeah.  So what can I do for you?”

“It is more what we can do for you, Mr. Hennington.”

He lifted an eyebrow and asked, “Really?  Tell me more.”

I looked around and said, “I will tell you if you turn off the monitors.  This you will want to keep top secret.  It could potentially stop the Border War, at least greatly reducing the problem.”

“Is it anything violent?”

“No sir, nothing violent, although in an unrelated topic I will gladly donate a billion dollars to help build border monitoring stations.”

His eyebrows went way up.  He went over to his desk and flipped a switch under it.  “Now audio is disabled.  I am afraid I cannot disable video.”  He gestured towards the camera in the high corner of his office.  I shifted my seat so my back was to the camera.

He asked, “Okay, Mr. Malloy, now what did you want to say?”

“I don’t expect you to believe me, but we have a method to control drug addiction.  It requires a one on one contact, but we can offer the following, one, we can immunize all CBP officers along the border to all known drugs and narcotics.  Two, we can with slight physical contact, like a hand on an arm, also immunize the mules and dealers you capture without their knowledge.  Three, while doing that, we can give these mules and dealers a strong allergy to drugs so that they cannot go anywhere near them.  This will prevent any returning mules or dealers from ever having anything to do with drugs again.  Since over 60% of the mules are multiple offenders, this will take out that 60%.”

He blinked rapidly, then said, “If you can do what you say, I am very interested.  But that is a big ‘if’.”

I said, “How is this for proof.  I notice that you have HIV.  What if we cure it right now?”

“I have had HIV for twenty years.  It was what forced my retirement from active duty and tied me to a desk.  The control drugs holding it at bay are becoming ineffective.  I doubt you can do much.”

I exchanged glances with Evelyn.  HIV/AIDS was a common problem at the clinics.  It was difficult to eradicate, it hid in tissues around the body, but we had both had lots of practice taking care of it.  She got up, went over, sat down next to Hennington, her back to the camera blocking the view of her putting her hands on his neck and under his shirt on his bare chest.  She concentrated for about five minutes.  Then she looked up at him and said, “Your HIV is gone.  I also fixed your colon cancer and repaired your pancreas where you were apparently shot at some point.”

“How did you know that?”

“It was easy to sense.”  She gave him a million dollar smile.

I said, “Have a doctor check you out.  Come see us at the local Thrupp Clinic afterwards.”

We got up.  I said, “Have a nice day, Mr. Hennington,” and we left.

The next day he was at the clinic at nine in the morning.  He was escorted to the office.  It was technically Evelyn’s older sister Jocelyn’s office, but I got it while I was there.  Evelyn and I were waiting.  I asked him, “So what did the doctor say?”

“That my T-Cell count was over 900 and they could find no trace of the HIV.”  He paused.  “Morally, I am against your proposal, but we are out of options, and this is the first fresh idea in a long time.”

He went on, “We don’t want any of this on paper, but I have been thinking about it all night.  First of all, how many people can you give me?”

Evelyn answered, “I and two of my sisters to start with.”

“Then I will split it into two.  I like the idea of immunizing my agents against these drugs.  There have been accidents and just last year two agents and six dogs have died from being exposed to pure cocaine.  I would like one person to go around and do a ‘health check’ on border agents, immunizing them as you go.  The other two will be a new mandatory quick medical check for deportee aliens.  I will write up the new directives creating the positions and we will put you in undercover in those positions.  Sound like a plan?”

Evelyn replied, “Yes.”

I also said, “Yes.”

Within a week, Evelyn, Callie, and Yutta were in CBP uniform doing ‘health checks’ on agents and deportees.  It took a week to do all the agents at the Tijuana border station, they also got complementary law enforcement upgrades and some other repairs.  Callie stayed to take care of deportees there.  Evelyn and Yutta moved east along the border.  They reached Juarez a week later.  It took three weeks to take care of all the agents there.  Yutta stayed and Evelyn moved on, reaching the Gulf of Mexico two weeks later.  She became a floating agent, seeing as many deportees as possible.  The three of them also gave the treatment to as many general border crossers as possible.

The three of them figured that in the first two months, they had treated over a thousand agents and close to thirty thousand deportees.  They had also gone to several “cross-cultural” exchanges and treated dozens of officials from the Mexican side, including “persons of importance” who were out politicking.  Most of whom were really drug tzars.

The changes became apparent after about six months.  Coyotes were all new, the old ones not able to lead in shipments any more.  The new Coyotes were easier to catch since they were inexperienced.  My billion dollar upgrade of the border defenses helped a lot too.  A lot of cartel members started being found shot, they were useless to the cartels if they couldn’t be around drugs.  The cartels were losing billions on the problem.  And they didn’t have a clue.  The Drug Lords must have been tearing their hair out.  The only downside was that they were getting more violent in desperation.

Chapter 65

It had been nine years since I had visited Sparrow and Olive in Arizona.  I had talked with them on the phone; Niyol had shown me some of her projects.  I was proud of her; she was a genius, helping her mother and granduncle run the clinic from when she was six.  I hadn’t visited because Olive was still desperately afraid that I would take Niyol away.  I wanted to be there because the probability of her getting the gift was most likely in the next two weeks.  With two parents with the natural gift, she had a 75% chance of getting the gift.  I knew I had one recessive and one Dominant gene, Olive probably the same.

The RV had not changed much in thirty years, externally anyway.  Under the hood was another story.  The engine was electric with the new AFC fuel cells that could last weeks on a charge with constant use.  The generator was a latest generation unit that could generate over 100KW for emergency backup power with enough fuel for a week, which took up half the space it used to.  The whole vehicle ran quiet as a ghost. 

The chase RV was unbelievable.  It could easily relay an entire city’s communications, phone and data.  The electronics were so compact that Ester had fit in a television relay and broadcast center as well.  The EBs could intercept and decode even the most advanced military encryption, and access any satellite in the sky, from any country.  They had data mining programs running in the background, caching most of the internet onto molecular memory.  They could easily access all banking and other records as well.  It was scary what they could do.  That didn’t even take into account the arsenal on board.

Because I wanted to relax, I drove the RV out of the garage and on the road.  I had been flying too much lately and wanted to see America again.  I had heard that Dr. White had retired, and his replacement was a real stick in the mud, so we forewent Denver.  With my schedule, I really didn’t have the time anyway.  Also, with 99 clinics, my conscience wasn’t bothering me much anymore. 

With me were the usual crowd, Leslie, Natalie, Amanda and Mandy, Tami, Sara, Emily because it was her family we were visiting, and two EBs picked at lottery, Angelique and Ursula, a pretty dark haired girl.

Angelique still had no memory of what had happened to her when she was ten.  The investigation was still open in the U.S., France, and by Interpol 20 years later.  Based on the forensic evidence, she really didn’t want to remember.

Switching off, we drove all the way to the clinic.  The place had grown considerably.  I was surprised at the sign on the way into town (it definitely was a town now) that said, “Welcome to Sparrow, AZ” and in smaller letters under it, “Home of the Sparrow Clinic!”  We drove past a subdivision and into the downtown area where the clinic was located. 

Waiting for us was Sparrow, who directed us to our usual parking spot behind the clinic.  Before we could even open the door, Niyol burst in, ran over, and gave me a big hug.  She was drop dead gorgeous.  I happily hugged her back.  She went and hugged her cousin Emily, but then came back to me and hopped onto my lap and snuggled down.  “Hmmm, I like it here,” she commented.

Sparrow came in and laughed as he was hugging his granddaughter Emily.  He said, “Seems that she likes you.”  He noticed the ring on Emily’s finger.  “It also seems that Emily has been keeping things from me.” 

She blushed.  “Grandpa!  If you would come and visit like I have been asking you to for the last ten years...”

“I am sorry about that.”  He looked a little haggard.  “I got so involved here that I didn’t realize how much time had passed.”

“Well, when you do want to come and see your three great-granddaughters, let me know.”

He stood there in shock for a minute.  “You know, there is a downside to this immortality business, I had forgotten that you are 30 now, not 17 like you look.”

While they were talking, Niyol had dozed off contentedly in my lap, snuggled against my chest.  I could tell she was really enjoying her nap by the damp leg I was getting and her hard nips.  I let her sleep as I discussed the town with Sparrow.

He said, “It is amazing.  An entire town has grown up around the clinic.”

“Yeah, I noticed.  ‘Sparrow, Arizona’, eh?”

He blushed.  “NOT my idea.  The townspeople, a few years back, insisted on it.  To change the subject, why are you visiting now?”

“It is Niyol’s time.  If she inherits it, there is a 99% chance it will show up in the next week.”

“You have it narrowed down to a time like that?”

“After a statistical sample of her 12,000 sisters, yes.”

He laughed again.  “That is a pretty good sampling.  Since they are all closely related, it is likely that it would be similar.”

“Yes, it is a bell graph.  A few get it a couple of days earlier, most of them in the next five days, and a smattering over the next couple of months.  Ethnicity seems to have no effect on it.  The statistically perfect time would have her waking up with it the day after tomorrow.”

“I am very curious now.”

“It is interesting since all my daughters are born within minutes of each other every month, they tend to have their gifts awaken in a group on the same morning.”

“That must be exciting.”

“Yeah, but also disappointing.  Their mothers all hope with crossed fingers that their daughters will inherit the gift, and they get really disappointed when they don’t.  Fortunately most of my ladies have several children and they tend to inherit the gift half the time.  The girls themselves say that they are relieved a lot of time, they didn’t want that responsibility.”

“Niyol here has been looking forward to it.  I sure hope she gets it.”

“With both her mother and me having the gift, there is a pretty good chance.  That is why Sara and Emily came along.  If she gets the full or partial versions, they will stay and train her for the next few months.”

“Good idea.”

“Emily here wanted to visit anyway.  Her twin daughters Nastas and Yas just turned one.  Her other daughter, Bilagaana, we thought about bringing, but she is only four.  And besides, this is Niyol’s time, and we didn’t want to take from it.”

“Curvy, Snow, and White.  Interesting names, Emily.”

Emily blushed.  “I am sorry grandpa, but they were some of the few Navajo names I remembered.”

“Well, Nastas was my grandma’s, who was your great great grandmother’s, name, so that isn’t a problem.  And Yas and Bilagaana are fairly common for half-white children.  The names are just fine.  Got any pictures?”

Emily went over and got photos from her purse.  Sparrow commented, “They look so much like Niyol it is almost scary.”

We talked for the next few hours, Niyol snuggling up to me the whole time.  Since I had long ago determined that it only takes about three minutes of snuggling with a girl once she starts adolescence, I knew that she would likely stick around for good.  The only one who had ever resisted was her mother, Olive and the billionaire lady Charlotte.  I had been with many other ladies, but none of them had the cheerleader mods which lock them into me.

Finally she stirred.  Looking up at me she said, “Wow, I could sit here forever, but I have to do my chores.  Thanks daddy.”  She kissed me on the cheek.  The instant she did she moaned and bit her lip as she tasted me.  She closed her eyes for a second, then ran out the door.

Sparrow commented, “I have to run as well.  Let’s do dinner in about an hour.  This time I will bring the beef.”  He grinned and left.

He brought big buffalo steaks with him when he, Niyol and Olive stopped in an hour later.  Olive said, “Hi,” and wouldn’t meet my eyes.  She was very quiet.  About half-way through dinner she suddenly started bawling.  Sparrow put his arm around her and asked, “Honey, what is wrong?”

She looked up with red tear filled eyes at me.  “I am a fool and I am so ashamed.  I let my fear of losing Niyol rule my life for so long.  I love you so much it hurts, but I was so scared of losing her that I ignored it.  You have been so good to me, and I have been nothing but a bitch.  I am so sorry!”  She started sobbing again.

Sparrow looked up at me, and I nodded.  I went over and pulled her into my arms and let her sob.  Within minutes she started to snuggle and was just sniffling.  Then she sighed and fell asleep like her daughter earlier.  She also was getting my leg wet and her nips were at full extension.

An hour later everything was winding down.  I woke up Olive who, slightly red faced in embarrassment, got up and move back to her chair.  Niyol was still wide awake, so I announced, “Niyol.  There is a coming of age rite that you missed on your tenth birthday.  I think it is time for you to have this.”  I handed her a small wrapped box.

Excited, she said, “Thanks, Dad!”  She quickly unwrapped it.  Inside was a bank card for Niyol Tsidii Malloy from the Malloy bank.  Her eyes got big and she squealed.  “Wow! Thanks, Dad!” she repeated and gave me a big hug.

“Your weekly allowance is $100, but there is no limit on that card in case of emergencies.  Happy late birthday, honey.”

She spent the next hour comparing it to the cards that the other girls had.  Of course, the only identical one was her sister Sara’s card, the rest being business cards.  Soon she wore herself out and I carried her to her bed. 

Olive decided to stay the night with me.  I had no complaints.  For a woman with only one night’s experience in her entire life, she was very good in bed.

About an hour after Olive had left to go open the clinic, I was dozing when Niyol slipped into bed.  She snuggled down, her delightful nude teen body pressing against me, soon dozing off like the night before.  Suddenly her eyes popped open and she straightened out, giving me a strange look.  She looked at her hand on my chest, then back at me.  “OMG!  I can see so much!  I know so much!”  Her brains started working and she repeated, “OMG!  This must be the gift!  Thank you, dad!”  She hugged me tightly, but keeping her eyes open like she didn’t want to lose anything, as she stared at her own hand.

“That is wonderful, honey!”  I said as I squeezed her delightful body back.  “Just remember not to try to change anything unless Sara or I am monitoring, okay?”

“Yeah, Dad, I know how it works.”  Sex play forgotten for the moment, she jumped out of bed, quickly pulled on her clothes, then took off. 

I took my shower, Natalie joining me, and then I got dressed and headed for the clinic.  Sparrow was in his office.  I asked, “Sparrow, you seen Niyol?”

“Not today.”

“Her gift just awoke and she took off like her mom and cousin did.  Any idea where?”

“That’s great!  Let’s try down the hall in her mom’s office.”

Sparrow’s guess was right.  We heard both her and her mother’s excited squealing as we approached the office.

Sparrow went in and said, “Congratulations!  I just heard.”  He got a big hug.

I said, “Olive, why don’t you and Niyol take the day off.  We’ll throw a party tonight to celebrate.  Sara and I will cover for you here.”

She hesitated, and then said, “You’re on.  Party at six.”  The two girls took off, still dancing and squealing.

Sparrow said, “You were right about the timing.”

“Yeah.”

That evening, my girls threw a big party.  Half the town was there, they just knew it as Niyol’s coming out party.  Niyol had obviously been using her card in town, she had on a beautiful new dress and necklace, and her mother had an identical dress and necklace.

That night they both slipped into bed with me and we made love all night.  We stayed one more day; then I had to leave.  Sara and Emily stayed to help train Niyol who had inherited the full gift, being able to easily modify herself and people.  She commented, “My only complaint is that you left me nothing to do.  I inherited a good figure, nice tits, and a perfect ass.  There is nothing for me to fix on myself.”

Sara and I cracked up.  When asked why, I said, “Sara said the exact same thing, word for word, when her gift awakened nineteen years ago.”

Chapter 66

Seventeen more of my daughters joined Evelyn’s Border War crusade.  One of them, Maria (Maria’s daughter), even went to Mexico City to do pre-flight inspections, in reality giving everyone she could get near the treatment.  Another one snuck in with a camera crew that was doing a documentary on the drug trade and human trafficking and treated half the people in the staging area.

The first cartel, the newest one, the Cesoza Cartel, collapsed almost a year to the day after we started.  The other cartels were too busy to even take over the territory.  For the first time in forty years, the New Mexico/Arizona border was free of most of the drug activity.  Many of the border cartels started collapsing after that, taking a lot of the human trafficking with them.  Some of the large South American cartels tried to move in, but they immediately had the same problems, especially now that the problem was reduced to the point that the Mexican government could do something about it.  The Border War activity was reduced by over 90% by the end of two years after we started.

It had become standard practice over the last decade to do full drug immunizations at the clinics without telling anyone.  In my city, I had also long since immunized the street kids, and since it was inherited, their kids now were immune as well.  As a consequence, the demand was also geometrically dropping off.

Thus ended the Border War.  The border was still guarded, but violent activities were few and far between.  With unprecedented cooperation, U.S. soldiers with U.S. CBP officers went on and assisted in raids by the Mexican government on the remains of the cartels.  Evelyn and her sisters were there to give all the remaining cartel members the treatment.

Into the vacuum provided by the end of the cartels, the Russian Mob tried to step in.  It was a mistake on their part, with the focus on the southern border reduced, the Russian Mob was not ready for the high-tech anti-drug people and equipment brought to bear.  They lost so many shipments so fast that they quit even trying, even with the skyrocketing price for a simple rock of crack.

Taymen had long since retired.  His son, Andrew, now ran the DEA for the area.  He was of mixed feelings about the huge reduction in drug flow.  His agency, once one of the top budget items for congress, was now on the back burner.  Like most specialty law enforcement agencies, reaching their goal was putting them out of work.  His two sons, Mark and Donald, were 18 and 19 and just graduated from High School.  They both had wanted to become agents, but there was a hiring freeze as the agency was shrunk by attrition.  Instead they were going to college on athletic scholarships.  Fortunately, they had inherited their parent’s enhancements, and both had full rides anywhere they wanted to go.

Chapter 67

It was becoming a bigger and bigger problem in the schools.  Ten years ago, when it was first noticed, the doctors and sociologists just thought it was a negligible side issue.  It seemed so innocent; kids were just not paying attention in class.  But it had now grown to epidemic proportions, and no one could figure it out.  Federal standardized testing had been mandatory for thirty years, and last year’s graduating class only had 17% pass the test.  The students were so apathetic that most of them didn’t even try to retake it.  College admittance was down 74%.  It had become a major social issue.

What was interesting was that none of my kids had the problem, we had our own schools up to high school, and most of my girls graduated at 13 or 14.  The few of my kids in outside schools were doing fine.  However, the neighborhood around us was going to hell in a handbasket as all sorts of kids finished high school without graduating and became burdens on society.  They were similar to the welfare mothers of the late 20th century and early 21st century.  The government had ended the dole fifteen years previously so crime was rising rapidly.  The only thing provided was free food.  One good side effect was the EB classes were larger than ever as girls had nowhere to go after school.

I sat down with Leslie, who was now the head detective for the local police, and who was very well respected around all the local precincts, and asked her, “Leslie, does anyone know where this apathy is coming from in the schools?”

“No, and it is a big problem.  We have tried to put some people in UC to figure this out, but by the time kids are finishing High School, whatever it is has already happened, it is too late.”

I said, “I have asked several of our new EBs why they didn’t graduate, and all they can tell me is that they didn’t feel the need to do so.  It just wasn’t important to them and they can’t say why.  And Lisa retired fifteen years ago, so she has no idea.”

“That is the same as we have been getting from interviews as well.  It just doesn’t make any sense.  This has to be solved.  The crime rate has risen 231% over the last three years, police departments around the country are recruiting actively, but there just aren’t any candidates since a high school diploma is required.”

I smiled, “I was thinking about a mission to solve this question.”

Leslie smiled back, “What do you have in mind, Tom?”

“I say, lets rejuv me, you, and Holly Thompson to 13, join the seventh grade, and find out what is going on.”

Leslie sat there for a minute thinking it over.  “Only if you also take Tami,” was her only comment.

I nodded, Tami was my personal bodyguard.  The ones I knew would have troubles with this were the twins and Natalie.  I’d take them along, but things were going to be complicated with four UCs, much less seven.  And Natalie, even rejuved, would be instantly recognizable.

That evening I talked it over with them.  I told them that I would stop in several times a week, but that I needed to do this.  They really didn’t understand, but I was Master so they acquiesced.

My father thought it would be fun to play dad again, so we set up a house down the block from the estate.  Ester spent a week there with a team.  When she was done it didn’t look any different, but she was happy.  Every room was wired with pinhole cameras that needed a microscope to be seen.  The outside walls were reinsulated with a carbon mesh that was bulletproof and as a side effect was a better insulation than standard pink fiberglass.  The windows were bulletproof with new composite polymers, and they looked normal.  There was an escape tunnel that came out by the estate, and she was actively working to extend it to the estate.  All the doors were electronically sealable. She could remotely monitor the whole house, which she had an entire EB team doing.

A few days before completing work on the house, I rejuved Leslie, Holly, and Tami.  Then Sara rejuved me.  We needed to spend some time as early teens to get used to the bodies.  Sara carefully made sure I still had eight inches, and unless we sped it up, would grow back to my adult ten and a half by the time I was sixteen again.  Also she made sure my gift was unaffected.  Unlike most thirteen year olds, we were fully enhanced, and had no acne or the like.  The girls had seven year birth control sheaths in place. 

Tami worked hard once she was in the smaller body, relearning coordination to maintain her 9th dan black belt (she was actually better than 9th dan, but that was the highest she could get).  Since she was a natural, it wasn’t long before she was again throwing EB guard opponents off the mat.

We had to have all our pictures taken for the fake school records Ester was working up for us.  We also sat down and did a week of study, learning what a kid starting seventh grade was supposed to know.  It was sad, the level of knowledge was way less than that of 40 years before.  Kids were expected to know to multiply and divide, basic geography of the local area, and what a Noun was.  Basic fourth grade skills in my book.  No wonder my girls were graduating at 13.

We mixed in with my daughters about the same age for several days.  That was fun.  We had to learn the modern social conventions of mid-21st century teens.  I left a trail of happy, unconscious, and drooling girls behind me.  We learned to use the new ear-bug technology.  The ear-bugs projected a holographic picture before the eyes and had full computer and cell capabilities.  The whole thing was controlled by eye twitches and took some getting used to.  Ester had special ones made for us that linked in with the estate systems and had twice the power.

The local police chief was in on the whole thing.  He was flabbergasted at the change in Leslie.  After gaping for a few minutes, he briefed us.  “You are going in blind.  Not even the principle knows who you are.  If there is an emergency, I can get you out, or Ester can.”  He and Ester were on good terms.  He had borrowed an EB swat team a time or two.  “School starts right after today, Labor day.  I just want to say good luck to all of you, and I hope to God that you figure out what is going on.”

Tami and I were going in as fraternal twins so that we would stay together as per school policy.  Leslie and Holly were adopted, former foster kids.  My father was playing himself.  My mother nor her sister refused to have anything to do with it, so we recruited an original EB, Pam, to play our mom.  I gave my dad a few gray streaks and a five o’clock shadow so he appeared older.  Pam was really almost fifty, so her body language made her appear older.  Our cover was that we had gone to a rural school until this year when we moved to the city.  The only thing that we hadn’t come up with a good story for were the rings on Leslie’s and Tami’s fingers.

My 13 year old daughters had fun decorating “our” bedrooms in the house, making them appear normal.  One even grinned and slipped a handful of Hustlers under my mattress.  My dad pulled a lot of his old furniture out of the attic and we put it in the UC house, buying a new style TV and other modern appliances that weren’t 30 years out of date.  By the time the four of us were at the bus stop in the morning, the house sure looked lived in.

It was funny.  School Buses were one of the few remaining Diesel operated vehicles still around.  It roared up and stopped in front of us, smoke billowing out behind it as the door squeaked open.  The last time any of us had stepped onto one of these was 30 years ago.  We were all grinning as we climbed the stairs.  It was surrealistic, the bus even had the green vinyl seats.  The only change to the interior I could see was the emergency autopilot console next to the driver.

We quickly found seats and the bus roared on.  There was only one more stop on the next corner to pick up a cute sixth grade girl, and we were off for the school.  The middle school was not the one we had attended, it had been torn down and rebuilt.  I knew because I had contributed ten million to the reconstruction twenty years ago.  Fortunately I had done so “anonymously”, otherwise I would have had to use a false name.  The four of us went in, found our lockers, punched in the code, and stashed our backpacks with our gym clothes.  One big improvement was that all the textbooks were eBooks so backpacks were lighter.  The homeroom assignments were assigned by application date, so we all were in the same homeroom.

We took our seats as the old woman in front got organized.  Well, old respectively.  She was in her mid-50s, so were we, but didn’t look it.  She lifted her tablet and called out roll call.  When she got to us, “Holly Malloy” being first, she had each of us come up and get our student IDs with the picture from the fake records we had created two weeks before.

Soon the bell rang, time to head to first period.  I punched up my schedule on my tablet, cross referenced it with a school map, and headed for class, Tami at my side.  She had an identical schedule, being my “twin”.  A study twenty years ago had determined that twins get better grades when they are together in school.  Ten years ago it had become school policy to schedule twins together for all non-elective classes.  Of course Tami had elected the same classes I did so our schedules were a perfect match.  Leslie and Holly had normal schedules and neither had the same first period class that Tami and I did.

We slipped into our seats in the Science Lab.  I remember that these fancy tables were debated when the school was built and that I insisted on the best ones.  It appeared that they weren’t even used except as for desks.  Sad.

The teacher, a tall skinny man about 30, a “Mr. Fowler” according to the schedule, got up and said, “Is there a Bobby Danver present?”  A boy raised his hand.  “Your card wasn’t recorded entering the room.  May I see it?”  The boy said that he had forgotten it.  Mr. Fowler sent Bobby to the office to get a temp card. 

After that he looked around the room and said, “Please download today’s lesson.”  Without any further interaction, he sat down and started reading his tablet.  A few students, plus Tami and myself, pulled out our tablets and hit the download button on the local Wi-Fi server, getting a recorded lecture plus cross reference notes to the eBook.  The rest of the kids activated their ear-bugs and started chatting with friends.  Tami and I looked at each other and exchanged glances.  This was silly.  If all of school was like this, I already saw the problem.

The six of us who actually downloaded the lecture sat and watched it, then read the part of the eBook highlighted.  At one point a boy tossed a glob of something and hit Mr. Fowler on the leg.  He glanced up and said, “Please don’t do that,” and went back to his book.  Unbelievable.

Second period English was a little better.  We downloaded the lesson, but the teacher, a Ms. Olson, went around and talked to everyone about it.  Several kids didn’t download it at all, and told Ms. Olson not to bother them.  At least she was trying.

Third period Spanish was a repeat of first period science.  The teacher told us to download the lesson, then took a nap.

Fourth period we had gym class.  I went into the locker room.  It was like any old locker room from the past century.  Smiling, I changed my clothes then headed out to the gym.  Wow, there were a lot of hotties around.  Good thing I was used to being surrounded by hotties, because if I was a real 13 year old I would have had a major tent in my shorts.  There were at least three that I saw that were close to Tami in appearance.  I deliberately stood next to one and said, “Hi, I’m Tom.” 

She looked at me, raised an eyebrow and said, “June.” 

There wasn’t a teacher around yet so I said, “I’m new here, what are we supposed to do?”

“Oh, they will have us run around the gym two times, then it is free workout where we can do what we want.”

“What about rope climbing, or the horse?”

“Why on earth would we climb a rope, and what do horses have to do with gym class?”  She looked at me strangely.

“Just things I had to do in gym class before.”

“Weren’t they worried about lawsuits?”

“About what?”

“Making kids feel inferior.”

“That’s silly, someone is always worse at some things than others.”

“Shhh!  Don’t say that too loud!  You could get suspended!”

The shock must have registered on my face because she said, “Your old school must have been nice.  But no teacher is allowed to make any kid look bad here.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense.  Heck, you are really pretty, and that makes a lot of the girls look bad.  Isn’t that against the rules?  No wonder no one will lift a finger to do anything around here.”

She was staring at me.  She whispered, “You think I am pretty?”

“Yes.”  I smiled.

She looked down in embarrassment, “Thank you.  No one besides my mom has ever said that to me.”

“Really?  That is like not calling the grass green or the sky blue.”

She turned an even brighter shade of red.

Following the convention that my daughters had taught me I said, “Can I friend you?”

She whispered with big eyes, “Yes.”  She blinked and activated her ear-bug.  I did the same.  We both sent friend links to each other.  Now we’d have access to each other’s blogs, page, IM and phone contact.  I moved my eyes in the shutdown pattern and the ear-bug hologram disappeared.  She did the same.

I gave her a big smile, “Thanks.”  She smiled in return.

The teacher arrived and, just as June had predicted, we ran around the gym twice then had free workout.  I came up beside June again.  She said, “I have been thinking.  There isn’t any rule about a student being better than another, just so another student isn’t singled out.  It is the teachers who can’t do anything.”

“That makes sense.  You are smart too.”

She blushed again.  “Thanks.”  She paused.  “I looked up the horse.  I can’t believe that people use them in gym class.”

“Well, I always thought they were a little silly, but they were common in the last gym class I was in.”

“And climbing a rope!  I thought that was only in the military.”

“It’s a way to measure and build upper body strength.”

“Wow, your old school must have been very old fashioned.  I wish I went there.”

“I miss it too.  But things here are looking up.”  I grinned at her.  She blushed again.  I had a brainstorm, “What are the rules on thing like after school Clubs around here?”

“As long as no one who wants to get in is excluded, and it is approved, they are encouraged, as much as anything around here is anyway.”

“So I assume you are a cheerleader then?”

“Oh I wish!  But that was banned years ago.  I think there is still a squad at the University.”

Holy crap!  Things had really gone to hell in a hand basket.  No wonder the whole educational system was falling apart.  “Let me guess, it made other girls feel inferior, so the school couldn’t sanction it?”

“How did you ever guess?” she said sardonically.

“What about sports?”

“As long as anyone who wants can join the team, and everyone plays equal amounts of time.”

“Wow.  I can see the everyone who wants joining the team.  But some people are better suited to be benchwarmers than line players.  That is just the way it is.”

“I agree.  I am also really enjoying this conversation.  It is better than any I had all last year.”

“Are you serious?  They don’t even have intellectual discussions on a topic?”

“Hell no.  Those students who cannot keep up will feel inferior.  If Mr. Rand, the gym teacher overheard us, he’d make us stop immediately.”

I looked up at the clock on the wall.  “We are going to have to go change in a second.  Let’s continue this conversation at lunch.  Meet you after class outside of the locker rooms?”

She blushed again but said, “Yes.”

A second later Mr. Rand called out, “Students, time to go change.”

I didn’t bother to shower; why, when we didn’t do anything?  June was waiting outside of the locker room.  So was Tami.  I went up and said, “Have you two met?”  They eyed each other, I could almost hear cats hissing.  “Tami, this is my friend June.  June, this is my sister Tami.”  Both of them relaxed.  “Let’s go get something to eat before the line gets too long.”  They both nodded.

We sat down at the traditional tables with the black round seats and waited a bit.  June asked, “What are we waiting for?”

“My other two sisters who are in line right now.”

A minute later Leslie and Holly joined us.  “June, this is Leslie and this is Holly.”

Leslie said, “I can see why he is talking to you, he really likes pretty girls.”

June blushed again.  “Thanks.”

I said, “June was explaining to me why the school is so messed up.”

“Really?”  “Cool.”  “Neat.”  “What did she say?”

“June?”

She gathered her courage and said, “Lawsuits.”

The four of them frowned.  Then Leslie asked, “Do you mean that they are afraid of lawsuits or are forced by lawsuits to act that way?”

“Both.  There are limits to what the teachers can do because of lawsuits against the school district, plus they are all so scared of being sued by singling out any one student that they treat all of them the same.”

Holly exclaimed, “That is crazy!  No wonder everyone is so apathetic and disenfranchised.”

I laughed.  “Remember Holly, small words.”

“Oh, sorry.”  She blushed.

June gave me a strange look.  I said, “We knew the academic standards weren’t very high here, so we all agreed to dumb things down when we transferred here.  But I don’t think any of us realized how bad things were.”

June said, “I am more and more jealous of your old school.”

I commented, “Yeah, I was telling June here about our sixth grade classes.”

They all raised their eyebrows.  The last time any of us were in the sixth grade was forty years ago.

I went on, “Maybe we could transfer to the company school.  I bet June could come with us.”  I was thinking that June was smart, she would do great in the Malloton school.

Leslie rolled her eyes, “Tom, do you have to save everyone?”  She turned to June.  “Sorry, but he has a knight in shining armor complex.  He has to rescue everyone.”

June was staring at me, “Company school?”

“Yeah, it is an old style school that is local here.  We didn’t go because we wanted to be in public schools, but if they are as bad as this place...”

“Really?  I would give anything to go to a real school.  I couldn’t afford it though.”

“Don’t worry about that.  My family is well off, and besides, I have a sneaking suspicion that you are smart enough to easily get a full ride.”

She gave me another strange look, but was excited at the same time.  As she took off for her next class, I said to my three ladies, “I think the problem is obvious to all of us.  Do you agree?”

They nodded.

“Let’s finish today, and discuss this tonight at home.”

The last two classes were identical to the others.  I grabbed my backpack and we took the bus home.  When we got there, I called the estate and had Ester, Sara, Betsy Two, Carrie Four, Alicia, Zandy and the Thrupp twins come over for a meeting.  Betsy and Carrie ran the Malloton school.  They both came in and stared.  Apparently they hadn’t heard about the project.  Betsy asked, “Why do you look like a kid?”

“We just went undercover in the local schools to find out what is wrong; why everyone is so apathetic.  It turns out that they are so hindered by lawsuits that they can’t teach.  It was horrible.  I was expecting it to take a lot longer to find the problem though.  We spent all this time setting up this house and we don’t even need it.”

Zandy asked, “What kind of lawsuits?”

“Apparently they cannot, in any way or form, let any student feel inferior to another.  That includes academically, physically, or by appearance.  Did you know that there is no such thing as a cheerleader anymore?  It was considered to be bad for the psyche of the girls who couldn’t do it physically.”

Alicia exclaimed, “That is just crazy!  Everyone has their own area of expertise, not everyone is the same.”

Betsy said, “That would grind everything to a halt.”

Leslie said, “No kidding.  Then no one learns anything, no one graduates, and no one has a job so crime skyrockets.”

Amanda said, “What a mess.”

I said, “I was thinking.  We could do a trial fix to see if it solves the problem locally.  If we could prove that, then we have evidence to get congress off their collective ass about it.”

Amanda and Mandy, who always knew what I was thinking, said, “That will be expensive, but I like the idea.”

As usual, most of the others looked puzzled.  I said, “Let’s build ourselves a school.  Why not?  The Catholics do it all the time.  And part of the requirement for attending this school will be that parents sign a no-lawsuit pact as part of the paperwork.  We will maintain standards that WE want, which I tell you right now will be greater than any state or federal standard.”

Everyone was nodding.  I said, “We have no time to lose.  And Carrie, I have a scholarship student for you.  A girl who has actually learned to think in public schools.”

“This girl I have to meet.  Zandy, lets figure out the paperwork after the meeting.”

Zandy nodded.

First thing the next morning, before the bus would arrive, I knocked on the door of June’s house.  A minute later an attractive woman, about 40, opened the door, stared and said, “Tom, is that you?”

June came up behind her and said, “Mom, how do you know Tom?”

Her mom shook her head, “I must be thinking of Tom’s grandfather.  But he is the spitting image.  He used to throw these fantastic parties...”

I grinned, “Actually, Ms. Reynolds, that was me.”

She blinked and asked, “How...?”

“Cosmetic surgery.  I was undercover in June’s school.”

June said, “What?”

“I am here to follow up on an offer I made to June yesterday.”

June shrieked, “You mean...?”

“Yes.  Do you want to go to a real school?”

“Yes, yes, yes!  Mom, please, please, please?”  She gave her mom the doe eyes.

Her mom said, “This is coming too fast.  Now what do you mean by a real school?”

I answered, “Her current school is awful.  I was there one day and never want to go back.  In fact, because of that one day, I am building a new school, technically private, but open to all who want an education.  I currently run a girls school in which I already made arrangements for full scholarship for June here.  She will be older than some of her classmates, the average graduation age is 14, but every single girl who goes there graduates with a GPA of 4.0 or better with offers to dozens of colleges.”

Ms. Reynolds smiled and said, “You always like rescuing damsels in distress, don’t you Tom.  And yes, I would love to have June attend this school.  Even if it means that she is running around naked in Malloton.”

I raised my eyebrows.  How the hell did she know that?

She laughed.  “Tom, everyone who attended your parties hoped to be able to live there.  It was a dream and we memorized every detail we could worm out of your girls who lived there.  Even if it wasn’t a much better school, I know the wonderful opportunities that girls have under your watch and I would heartedly push June out the door to have them.”

I knew from EB research that she was divorced and worked as an accountant.  I hadn’t known that she was one of the party goers from the past.  “You know, Esmeralda, that you are welcome to come live with us, and a free rejuv is part of the deal, although not to this degree.”  I looked down at myself.

She immediately said, “Deal!”  Not even taking half a second to think about it.  I think she was afraid I would change my mind.

I said, “If you would like, I will show you around and get you registered with security.  Maybe give you that rejuv I mentioned.”

June looked confused.  “I don’t know what you are talking about, but if it gets me into a good school I will follow along.”

Her mother said, “Tom here runs a small village inside a large estate.  It is called Malloton.  In Malloton, they have their own school.  From the sound of it, a very good one.  When I was not much older than you he used to have big parties, although I heard that the parties ten years before that were even bigger.  Anyways, I and most of my friends have always wanted to live there.  I hear it is wonderful, always something to do, free everything, support for all your troubles, family like relationships.  It is a dream I gave up on many years ago, and now am being offered again.  And you are going with me, which is just perfect.”

I said, “It is more like a town now.  And there are 131 clinics which each have a community attached to them.  Things have grown over the last couple of decades.”

“I’ll bet.  Out of curiosity, are you going to be 13 for long?”

“I haven’t decided yet.  Leslie, you remember her, the cop who watched the door?”  She nodded.  “She had me change her back last night.  Holly, another girl had me change her back too.  Tami here,” I gestured to Tami who was standing behind me, “will do whatever I do.  I will probably age myself to 18 again in a few weeks.  This is kinda fun.”  I paused, “Did you want that rejuv now or later?”

“I’ll take it now.  That way I can go up to my ex and he can eat crow.  He moved in with his 19 year old receptionist and left June and me since he said I was getting too old.”

“You have got to be kidding.  You are hot.  It is easy to see why June is so pretty.”

She blushed a lot like her daughter.  “Thanks, but I would love it now if you have the time.”

“Sure, can I come in?”

“Oh!  Of course.” 

I followed her into the living room.  I gestured for her to sit on the couch, then went and placed my hands on her legs, belly, arms, then face, rejuving as I went.  She was very hot.  June watched with big eyes.  I made the final cheerleader and EB changes as she giggled.

June said, “Wow, mom!  You look like my older sister!”

She grinned evilly, “I can’t wait until I see Bob’s face.”

I said, “You look fantastic.  Shall I do June’s upgrades now too?”

Izzy said, “I assume you mean the EB upgrades?”

“Damn, there was a real security breach back when you were in high school, wasn’t there?”

She just grinned for a minute, then said, “Of course you need to do them to June.  She needs to fit in for her new school.”

June looked worried, but didn’t say anything as I quickly did the full EB package and birth control on her.  She frowned and said, “I don’t feel any different.”

I grinned and said, “Pick up the coffee table.”

She grabbed the leg and easily lifted it over her head.  “Holy shit!”  Her jaw dropped.

I said, “Ask your classmates about the other enhancements.  They all have them, mostly naturally since 99% of them are my daughters.”

I led them to the estate, where Ester met them, having been filled in by Tami on the way over.  They were assigned a two bedroom apartment in Malloton and given a map.  June was told where to go to start classes the next morning.

The two of them fit in like a glove.  Izzy got a job at Malloy bank, quitting her old job.  June was placed in the eighth class, and was expected to graduate in two years.

Chapter 68

We had long ago purchased the large tract of land to our south.  I had fences added enclosing 250 acres near the Malloton fence.  We started work on a combination middle and high school.  Lisa worked full time on it, after all, she had been a High School English teacher for over a quarter century.  We had two plans, one main one and an online one that anyone could change.  If the changes were good, they were incorporated into the main plan every morning.  Most of the changes were made by estate students who would be attending the school, so it was interesting to see what they came up with for ideas.

After a few weeks of enjoying being so young, I aged Tami and myself back to 18.  Before I did it we enjoyed a fun night as 13 year olds though.  Youth really is wasted on the young.  June was sad, she really liked me as I was.  Many of the other younger girls did as well, but I had to restart my management hops to Aspen, Hollywood, and random Clinics.

Because the school had to be inspected, things like the mastubatoriums were built into the female restrooms, and those restrooms were huge, able to handle thirty girls at a time.  The middle and high schools were in separate buildings, only separated by a surface tunnel.  There were huge gymnasiums with built in bleachers, and behind the bleachers were club rooms.  The math and science department would make NASA envious.  There was a huge 800 seat thrust theater with large drama classrooms.  The English and Foreign Languages departments took up a huge area.  That was one of my pet peeves, so I made sure it was big.

A tunnel into Malloton was built, with security so only estate students could get through.  We also added dormitories next to the school, just in case.

After a lot of thought and some pushing from my girls, we named it the “Malloy Preparatory Academy”.  I didn’t really want “Academy”, but they all did so I gave in to their wishes.  Zandy had been working hard throughout the entire construction getting all the legal paperwork done.  It was amazing how many politicians and bureaucrats wanted to put their finger in the pie.  Half a million alone went to payoffs.

We tested the school by moving all the estate students from sixth grade on up over to the new school.  Those moves actually alleviated a lot of crowding in the estate school and let the fifth grade and under students expand into the open space.

Lisa was the Principal.  I was Head Master.  Usually those are the same office, but we decided to separate the two, sort of like CEO and COO.  She ran the place, and I was responsible for the final disposition of things.

Lisa spent six months just interviewing.  We had to find teachers who were real, that didn’t just sit on their ass, but actually taught.  Surprisingly, it was the old teachers and the really young teachers who still had the idealism to teach properly.  The only teachers in their 30s or 40s that we had were EBs.  She had cried when she had first learned what her beloved teaching profession had devolved into.  She angrily threw herself into the project.

John Fredricks designed an advertising campaign, and we had billboards all over town for the start of the next school year, saying that it was free, just come and sign up.  The tag line was, “We provide an education like your child is SUPPOSED to have”.

The line formed immediately.  A few stomped off in a huff when they read the details; we had parents sign notarized contracts stating that they couldn’t sue and that the school was In Loco Parentis.  I think some of them smelled money and got upset when they couldn’t sue.  What was surprising were all the students who came in and wanted to go there.  All we could do was send the forms home with the kids and hope that they got signed.  We required notarization, so a lot of parents were too lazy to sign.  Unfortunately there were too many like that to individually intervene.  We did have a couple of floating Notaries that prospective students could schedule to drop by their house for document signing.

By midsummer we had scheduled over 500 students per class, from 6th through 12th grades.  That was 3500 (actually about 4000) students.  Good thing we planned for that.  There were well over 200 teachers hired, plus about 100 EBs and 100 of my daughters with teaching degrees of various sorts.  The school was built to hold up to 5000 students.  That made class sizes around 15 or less.

We contracted with the same bus company the city schools used.  The old yellow busses would continue to pick up the kids.  I had had a big wave of nostalgia when I had boarded the bus on my one day of school, so I didn’t dink with it.

Two weeks before class started we emailed out the class schedules and student handbooks.  In them, we emphasized the In Loco Parentis, that a student WOULD be punished for misbehavior.  Being liberal, we also emphasized that the only other rules were about theft, bullying, fighting, laziness, or disobeying a teacher.  There was no dress code or rules about PDA.  A kid could spend the entire day naked if they wanted.  We also didn’t care about knives, as long as one student didn’t threaten another.  We didn’t have any rules about drugs, I figured we would clean that up quickly.

We already had thirty boys and fifty girls living in the dorms.  Half were from the county, sent by judges who knew us, including the grandson of our original friendly judge, who was living in a senior apartment and still had the picture of Lisa on the wall.  The county was happy to have a place to put kids since not too many people wanted to be foster parents these days.  The other half were kids who got their parents to sign and were living there to escape a bad home life.  The girl’s dorm was run by EBs (of course), but we had to hire a guy to run the boy’s dorm.  Interestingly enough, Holly One’s second kid, Charles, was happy to take the job.  He had inherited his mother’s enhancements just as his older brother had done, and had spent much of his time growing up in Malloton, so he felt right at home with the EBs.  Just as I had predicted thirty six years before, his older brother Henry was a famous fire fighter, his enhancements allowing him to save hundreds of lives.  I think that Charles felt that Henry cast too big of a shadow and wanted something where he wasn’t compared to him all the time.

School started on schedule the day after Labor Day.  It was surprisingly well organized.  The kids got off the buses (all at the same time, no separate times for middle and high school) and found their lockers.  Each kid had a locker that was 8 decimeters across, a meter and a half tall, and fairly deep.  A modern kid doesn’t have much to put in the locker, mostly jackets, sweaters, hoodies, and parkas, but we decided to leave the extra room, just in case.

Then came the time of trial.  The kids gathered in their homerooms.  Lisa and I stood in her office watching one of the classes on the monitoring system.  It was pretty fancy, the 3D technology was the latest and we could issue voice commands to zoom and pan.

As we expected, and had specifically trained the teachers for, there was a small group who sat in the back corner and ignored everything.  This was expected behavior in a normal school, but not in ours.  We watched as the teacher for the ninth grade homeroom, an EB named Scarlett, went back and said, “Please take your seats”.  When that didn’t have any effect, she repeated, “Take your seats, now.”  Again they ignored her.  We had planned for this.  She deliberately reached out to the nearest one, grabbed a handful of hair and marched him to his correct seat, loud complaining all the way.  When she turned and asked the next one to take her seat, and the rest of them scrambled to their seats.  All it took was a little discipline.  Lisa watched with a satisfied smirk.  The scene was repeated in almost every homeroom class.

First period was where it got interesting.  The homeroom scene was repeated in half the classrooms.  Then the teachers sent the syllabus’ to the students.  Instant uproar.  The students actually had to do homework and read books!  The students who wanted to be there were happy, but the ones whose parents had made them go really got upset.  A good third of the student body got up and walked out.  The gate monitors recorded their leaving school grounds and reported them as truant to the local police.  Leslie was expecting them and started sending patrol cars around to collect students.  Half of them went home, a third to the local mall, and a sixth went over to the old high school.  By the end of the school day, they were all rounded up.  Lisa sent out the notice to their pads.  Detention for a week.  Detention was a new concept to most of them, having the last student in public school detention twenty years before.  Our detention wasn’t just sitting around, it was more like military KP duty.  Cleaning the kitchen, being towel boy/girl, things like that.  They were also informed that from now on, they wouldn’t be allowed to leave the grounds during the school day.  Some of them immediately tried and were held back by armed guards.

After school, all the traditional club activities were present, including cheerleading.  I was surprised at first, but not a second later after thinking about it, when I saw that one of the clubs was the Tom Malloy fan club.  Several of my daughters were running it.  I also noticed that most of them went out for cheerleading.  June led the pack, happily being the first to press her thumb to the list, signing up for both the Tom Malloy fan club and the cheerleading squad.

June, having had to develop a strong personality just to survive in the regular schools, then given a year at the estate school, was extremely popular, a natural leader.  She was also developing as much fanaticism over me as Alicia.  They were two of a kind.  It didn’t help that she was completely encouraged by her mother.  June’s best friend was one of Alicia’s daughters, Candy, who was fourteen like June.  Like all nine of Alicia’s children, she had inherited the gift, which was unusual considering that the average was about half.  June and Candy were already planning the clinic they were going to open together in four years.

Since fashion was very risqué these days, the mesh shirts with mini-skirts still being popular, I had fun designing the cheerleading uniform.  Amanda and Mandy had actually rolled their eyes when they saw it.  I had the mini-skirt, but left out the cheer panties, requiring all cheerleaders to either shave or have the pussy hair removed.  Of course, estate girls didn’t have to worry, never developing pubes or underarm hair in the first place.  The top was a mesh sports bra, needed because they bounced a lot.  The guys had a jockstrap and half-T.  What was interesting was that no one complained.  Not a single person.  The cheerleading squad rapidly adopted the outfit as their school uniform.  Very soon it became common for girls just to wear the mesh sports bra and the guys the jockstrap for gym class.  Much of the time, they just went nude.  The guys enjoyed it, very obviously, and the girls giggled a lot and had hard nips.

Since over half the student body was enhanced, gym class and sports were interesting.  There weren’t many schools left that had real football teams, but among those remaining we were instantly contenders.  Half of it was the distracting cheerleaders, but they were only that way for home games.  The state rules stated that they had to dress more conservatively for away games.  The football team was co-ed, like all the other teams, but many of the guys got covert upgrades from my gifted daughters, especially the cute guys.  Of course, all the girls got the basic cheerleader mods.  I hadn’t planned on that including the pheromone tie in, but since I was swarmed by girls as I walked down the halls, I guess my daughters who had made the upgrades had done the whole package.  Those of my daughters still in the school had the pheromone tie in naturally, of course. 

Along with the sports changes, I noticed that over the first month, every ugly betty in the entire school seemed to suddenly look much nicer.  Not immediately beautiful, but nicer.  I asked one of my daughters about that.  She told me that she and her sisters had gotten together and decided that all the ugly girls needed to be fixed up, but to do it slowly, over a period of years, so that it appeared to be natural.  The senior girls they weren’t worrying too much about, since 95% of them were joining the EB class after graduation anyway and would be fixed up at that time.  The remaining 5% were going to college, and every one of them wanted to come back and join the EB class after college.  Not a single girl didn’t want to return.  And all of them, except for 4 girls who were physics prodigies (especially after enhancement), and one who was studying law enforcement, were studying to be doctors because they wanted to help out at the clinics.

It wasn’t until halfway through the first semester that I found out that there was a class called “Tom Malloy”.  Apparently a lot like the Tom Malloy club, it was an elective, but a popular one, peer pressure got any girls who otherwise wouldn’t sign up to do so.  I checked, and they studied the history of the estate, every major event that had happened from the original rescue of the cheerleading squad to the drug war intervention.  They discussed the social life as one of my girls, even taking a field trip over to the estate.  I was debating about continuing the class, it seemed a bit much to me, when several weeks into the semester half the girls in the class arranged to move to the dorms and the seniors applied to the fall EB class.  Many of them were crying and sobbing about how wonderful it was.

The purpose of the school was to set an example.  And set an example we did.  The graduating classes’ test scores were the highest in state history.  Not a single incidence of drug use, the one druggee we had was cured a week into the school year.  And not one teenage pregnancy, we had, of course, installed birth control sheaths as part of the admittance exam.  All this provided fuel for our local state rep to propose the “Malloy” bill.  It was a major revamp of the educational system.  1. It made the in loco parentis a standard at all public schools in the state.  2. Made lawsuits against the schools illegal.  3. Set up hiring standards for teachers.  4. None of the lowest common denominator discrimination allowed.  There were more, but those were the main ones.  The bill easily passed the house.  The senate hemmed and hawed for a while, but passed it as well, because it would actually save money for the schools, not having to spend all their money on nonsense.  The bill was extremely controversial and popular.  Reporters camped out on the Capital’s steps waiting for any tidbit of news.  By the time it went to the governor, he couldn’t not sign it; he would have been impeached if he hadn’t.  By the start of the second school year, it was signed and would take effect at the beginning of the next summer.  We had done it.

Chapter 69

We were getting too many EBs.  Not that we couldn’t use them, but I couldn’t keep up to them and, more importantly, it was causing a major imbalance in the population of both my home city and Aspen.  The male to female ratio was good, but the male to available female was horrible.  The number of forced bachelor guys was close to 70%.  I got together with my senior staff, and they reluctantly concluded with me that we had to do something before riots erupted.

Systematically, we removed the “no other guy” trait from the EBs.  We left the enhanced sexual tie in with me, but the EBs would now not get ill with other guys.  The EBs who were more senior we left with the trait, but most of the new EBs and the ones from the last fifteen years or so we secretly removed it.  The senior EBs were so fanatical that they would never leave me anyway.  The super smart EB core with IQs in the 160+ range we left exclusive to me as well.

Since there were hardly any males on the estate, there was no noticeable difference there.  However, ones who worked out in the community we had four who requested marriages in the first month.  For that circumstance, we had a set of policies in place from Holly and Katie.  They would still be EBs, but detached.  They still called me Master.  There were big parties when they got married. 

Holly spent half the time in Malloton, heck, her boys had been raised there.  She was even at the weddings.  Katie was still heavily involved in the commune, after all, she was my daughter.  Her two girls from Tom, Amy, 10 and Lisa, 12, practically lived at the Aspen compound.  They flew to our home city several times a year for a month or so.

In the next six months, after the EBs had seen that it was possible, we had a 120 more marriages.

Chapter 70

I was still a bit of a geek, even after 45 years of being an Alpha male.  I still read science fiction and kept current on the latest physics theories.  The latest international space station I had donated over a billion dollars toward construction.  This station was designed to be permanent, unlike all its predecessors.  It had a spin with ¾ G at the outer rim, a permanent population, and was a way station for the new moon base that being constructed and the two missions to Mars that had taken place.  Angie’s eldest daughter, Jenny, was the station medic.  She had a support staff of six EBs.

Then my worst nightmare occurred.  A shuttle pilot dozed at the wheel, and rammed the station.  A camera, put in place so the public could look at the station, captured the whole thing.  The shuttle didn’t even brake as it hit the outer rim, bounced, and drifted off at an angle as the whole area decompressed on the station.  The station couldn’t stop the spin, much of its construction depended on the spin to maintain integrity.

The medical bay wasn’t anywhere near the impact site, but the impact caused a beam to fall and hit Jenny.  The EB medics had her stabilized, but she was unconscious and so couldn’t heal herself.  There were a lot of injured on the station.

I immediately called in some markers with several senators.  An emergency shuttle was being prepared at the Colorado Springs accelerator.  It was due to launch in six hours.  I got places for four in the crew complement.  Ester was watching the TV with horror and hadn’t even noticed that I was on the phone.  I went over and said, “Ester.”  She blinked and looked over at me with tears.

“Ester.  Who is most qualified for space among our locals?”

She blinked again, and began to have a little hope in her eyes.  Master was on the job.  She immediately said, “Gertie Two has been a fanatic about space for decades.”

“Then have her and Angie report immediately.  She, Tami, Angie, and I are on the rescue shuttle launching in six hours.”

“Yes, sir!”  She blinked her ear-bug into operation and said, “Gertie is on her way.”  She blinked a couple more times and said, “And so is Angie.”  Of course, Tami was standing right behind me with Natalie.  Ester blinked a few more times and said, “The jet is being prepped.  Take-off in half an hour.”

I hugged her and said, “Damn, I love how efficient you are!”  She nearly passed out in delight from the compliment.  Then she took off running.

Since we were going to be outfitted when we got to Colorado Springs, we didn’t bother to go pack.  However, Ester returned a minute later with a large briefcase.  “Take this with you.”  I took it and she said, “The car is waiting outside, good luck and take care of Jenny.”

I nodded and we ran out to the waiting SUV.

As the plane took off I peeked in the briefcase.  It was jam packed with electronics.  I recognized an oversized signal booster and WiFi relay, but most of it was way above my head.  Suddenly Ester’s voice came over my ear-bug.  “Sir, the suitcase is a local relay for the ear-bugs.  It should allow communications from the space station in case their local comms are out.  Leave in your ear-bugs and just make sure the suitcase is someplace on the station, preferably someplace not to heavily shielded.”

“Good idea Ester.  How the hell did you have something like this ready to go?”

“It was designed for emergencies deep underground, but the signal booster should be strong enough to reach orbit.”

“Well, thanks again.  I still am amazed at how you always are prepared.”

*sigh* “Thank you, Master.”

Angie was wide eyed with worry.  She hadn’t said a thing, she just wanted to get to Jenny as fast as she could.  Gertie was torn, she was all excited to go into space, but was worried about Jenny as well.

We had priority landing at the airport next to the launch accelerator.  A dozen planes full of reporters were held off.  We were whisked over to one building, outfitted with a pressure suit and four environment coveralls, and then over to another building where a mission briefing was just starting.  There were fifteen of us going up.  We were the designated medical team, there were two pilots, and nine emergency construction engineers to repair things.  The cargo was parts and replacement O₂.  We slipped in a crate of medical supplies plus my suitcase.

Soon we were strapped in and the coils along the track were being cooled down to their superconducting temperature.  The bird buster was sent along the track to clear off any jaywalkers, then the countdown recommenced.  I couldn’t take my eyes off the mission clock, counting up to zero.  Three, two, one, and then it hit, the best acceleration I had ever felt.  The accelerator shot us down the valley, up the side of the mountain, detaching at the top as we continued upwards at several Gs, which rapidly became free fall as we decelerated up through the atmosphere.  If I had known it was that much fun, I would have visited Jenny long ago. 

A few minutes later the pilot announced, “We have achieved orbit.  Burn in 30 seconds.”  Sure enough, thirty seconds later we felt the shift as the shuttle did a burn towards the station.  I glanced around, Angie was still determined looking, but both Gertie and Tami had silly grins on their excited faces.  I then realized I did as well.

I blinked in a call to Ester.  She came in loud and clear.  It is amazing what several million in advanced communication equipment can do.  That suitcase worked great.  Ester came on.  “Hello, sir.”

“We just made orbit, heading for the station.  This is a comm test.  The suitcase seems to be working.”

“We are reading full telemetry plus voice comms at our end.”

“Good.  Call you back when we reach the station.”

“Later, Sir.”

An hour later all of a sudden I heard, “Master!  Is that really you?”  We had come within range of the station and the relay had come into play with the ear-bugs of the EB medics on board.

“Yes, Charlotte.  It’s me.  With me are Angie, Tami, and Gertie Two.”

“Oh! Thank Tom!  We were going nuts here.”  She whispered something, probably to the other EBs.  I heard a few squeals of delight and sighs of relief.  “We’ll be waiting.”  She disconnected.

It took another hour to dock at the central core of the station where there was no spin.  Waiting just inside the airlock was Charlotte.  I gave her a big hug.  She enjoyed it for a moment, then said, “Come with me.”

She led us through the station, into the low G section right off the core.  That was where the medical bay was located.  Close enough in so the Coriolis effect was negligible, but far enough out so there was some gravity.  There was a sign over the door that said, “Thrupp Clinic”.  Angie and I immediately ran over to Jenny, who was strapped into a medical cot.  Angie was sobbing, but she knew to hold back as I went to work.

Jenny had a skull fracture and damage all along the left side of her body.  She also had a fractured spine.  It was amazing that the EBs had managed to stabilize her.  I repaired the head fracture carefully, having to regenerate some of the brain and her left ear from DNA.  Fortunately it wasn’t in the memory centers, so she shouldn’t have much memory loss.  Then, making sure she was turned off, I went down the side, repairing as I went. 

The shoulder needed major reconstruction, and the arm was fractured in several places.  The ribs were broken, and they had damaged some of the organs under them, including the left lung.  The hip was broken as was the leg ball socket.  Surprisingly the rest of the leg was fine.

A quick once over to make sure I hadn’t missed anything, then I woke her up.  She opened her eyes and exclaimed, “Mom, Dad!  What are you doing here?”  Then she looked around.  “Aw, shit.  What happened?”

I let Angie fill her in as I called Ester.  “Hey Ester.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Jenny is back to normal.”

“Oh, Thank Tom!  Thank You Master!”  I heard cheering in the background.

“We’ll stay and help out for a bit.  Just thought you should know.  Talk later.”

“Later, Master!”

Since Jenny had been down and the injured were lined up like the old days, she and I went to work on all the injured in the medical bay and the triage set up next door in a cafeteria, fixing them all up.  Apparently 23 people had died in the initial accident and six people since.  One of the injured was a pretty woman who had a pressure door slam shut on her leg.  Since there wasn’t any meat available to rebuild the leg, I had one of the EBs take a leg from a corpse and Jenny and I worked to revitalize the leg, then we rebuilt it to match her DNA as we attached it.  It was a bit gruesome, but we made sure that the donor was a registered organ donor.

Angie had been helping out with the minor injuries, and when we had all finished, we all collapsed together in relief.  We recovered fairly quickly, that is the nice thing about being enhanced.  I went exploring.

In the emptied cafeteria, Tami was bouncing off the walls, literally.  I guess she was working on learning to be maneuverable in a low G environment.  It was like a ballet, she was very good, every movement coordinated perfectly.  I often watched her work out, and this time I stood there and watched for a while.  I am sure she saw me, her situational awareness was off the charts, but she knew I liked to watch so she kept going.

After fifteen minutes, she landed in front of me, light as a feather.  I pulled her to me and kissed her hard.  Peeling back the jumpsuit, I kissed my way down to her perfect puffy breasts.  Tami was moaning as I pulled off our jumpsuits.  Laying her back on a table, I slid in to her velvet dripping pussy.  We eagerly joined the 60 mile high club as she thrashed about and arched her back screaming as I filled her with warm cum.  As Tami lay there gasping, semi-conscious, I noticed Charlotte standing in the doorway, I waved her over, kissed her hard, then proceeded to lay her out next to Tami.  Soon she joined Tami who was beginning to recover.  As Tami became aware, she eagerly licked me clean, then we buttoned up and she followed me exploring.  We covered the half-conscious drooling EB with a blanket.

As we came out of the cafeteria, Gertie saw us and joined the expedition.  I was curious, so we headed upgravity toward the rim.  Because of the Coriolis effect, there weren’t any ½ G rings, but the effect diminished with the greater radius, soon we were in the ¾ G rim 200 meters from the core and peering out a large observation porthole at the wrecked area.  Work crews had already bridged the missing section and were adding on the support frame.  I blinked several pictures into my ear-bug.  Gertie commented, “Good, they have finished the basic structure.  The station was so imbalanced that the bearings couldn’t take much more.”  She had obviously been talking with the station crew.

I was amazed at the size of the station.  It hadn’t seemed so big on TV, but it sure seemed like it was big now.  I eagerly thought about how it would be in another 20 years.  I was willing to bet that there would be hotels and tourism.  It was so exciting to be around as mankind left Earth.  A great time to be alive.

That evening they managed to capture and tow back the errant shuttle.  The crew was still alive.  They were dehydrated and hungry from two days without food, but otherwise okay.  The shuttle was too damaged to make an atmospheric reentry, so it was docked until repairs could be made.  The pilot, it turned out, had been drinking, and with a minor case of diabetes he had passed out.  He was being charged with negligent homicide, similar to what a DUI would carry back on Earth.  Our shuttle was to take him back down in cuffs.

The return shuttle was leaving the next morning, so I played tourist and wandered all over the station.  It was fun.  Gertie and I had the time of our lives.

Soon enough I was kissing Jenny and the EBs goodbye, then boarding the shuttle to return to Earth.  The station commander thanked us for our help.  We strapped in.  The pilot announced, “One minute to separation!”  A minute later we felt the “thunk” of the releases.  “Stand by for reentry burn.”  We rotated, then were pressed against our seats as the thrusters fired and we decelerated.  We quickly descended as we slowed relative to the planet.  Soon we were in ionization blackout, then coasting in for a landing in California.  As we stopped and pulled into the bay, the pilot announced, “Welcome back to Terra Firma.”  Soon we unstrapped and left shuttle, following the feds who had taken custody of the screwup pilot, who had been escorted from the shuttle.

We went over to mission debriefing where we gave our statements, then next door where we changed back into our street clothes.  The ubiquitous black SUV was waiting outside and we rode to the airport where our plane was waiting and flew home.

Chapter 71

June and Candy were planning on opening the first Thrupp Clinic outside of North America.  Coincidentally it was Clinic #150.  There were many places that needed a clinic.  I steered them towards Eastern Europe.  I wanted to put our toe in first before diving into the mess in third world countries.

It took $650 million plus another $150 million in bribes but we built a Valery style clinic/shelter in Moscow, Russia.  We also built a second building the next block over that was private, similar style, but since we already had everything set up, it was only $450 million.  We bought the surrounding ten blocks and cleared them, putting in parks.  It took some work to get them to build things properly, the local construction companies wanted to prefab everything and just stack it.

Sarah, the EB training chief, had six daughters.  Like Alicia, she raised them to be fanatical in their devotion.  The oldest one, Didi, June and Candy recruited to run the EB training center in the second building.  Didi had the gift, but she used it to train EBs, not for general clinic use, except in emergencies.

Like usual, we tried to recruit locally for doctors.  Because of the horrible state of the Russian economy, which was even worse than the U.S. economy, there was quite the search for idealistic doctors.  We ended up recruiting in all of Russia, bringing in doctors from Siberia for interviews.  It took a while, but we finally had a minimal staff for the clinic.

From the day the doors opened, the clinic was packed.  Like Canada, who also had socialized medicine, it was curious that a free clinic got so much business.  The concept of a homeless shelter was hard to get through people’s heads; they all figured that it was first come first served apartments.  The girls were forced to put up a big sign explaining a homeless shelter.

The other big thing that took a lot of work to enforce was the no drugs and no guns policy.  The locals just couldn’t understand why they couldn’t get a room and just smoke and deal crack from it.  It was tied to the belief that the apartments were theirs once they had them.

The one thing we got a lot of were EB recruits.  Didi had her hands full with over 200 recruits to start with and classes of 200 every other month.  Fortunately, her mother had it down to a science by this point, a four month cortical suppression, total six month training, and six more months with a probationary internship.  They didn’t even need to meet me anymore to get the full indoctrination.  Didi followed the protocol which was very effective.  Every single EB who graduated was fanatical about me.  It was a little scary.

As the EBs graduated, they took over security.  The mafia tried to get into the buildings, but they were stymied at every attempt.  They were getting pissed royally.  It didn’t help that Candy followed standard procedure and immunized everyone she came in contact with from all drugs, and making them allergic as well if they weren’t law enforcement.  A lot of mafia members were being found shot and dumped since they were now useless for drug operations.  Candy also spoke to a lot of school classes about what the clinics and shelters were all about, secretly immunizing the kids before they even could get involved in the drug trade.

We were rapidly running out of space for EBs in the second building.  June contacted the Russian government and purchased an old military base for several million.  She and Didi immediately set up a camp for EBs, building a small town like Malloton.  We realized that we needed to do something with the EBs, so we built clinics in St. Petersburg, Novosibirsk and Vladivostok.  This temporarily alleviated the problem, but recruitment was so high that we soon were overflowing with EBs again.  June and Candy set up portable hospitals that roved the countryside, many without even a gifted daughter, just general relief.  The border with Chechnya and Afghanistan, always war torn, had fifteen roving hospitals.  With modern fuel cells, these hospitals could run for weeks on a charge.  And they were needed. 

Even halfway through the 21st century the religious fanatics in the Middle East and southern Asia were still killing everyone they could get their hands on.  My daughters, ever inventive, started adding an allergy to gunpowder to any combatants that they came across, this in addition to the standard drug allergies.

I visited the Russian clinics every other month or so.  As a consequence, the EB birthrate there skyrocketed.  I seem to have hit one place right when they were all fertile; the Novosibirsk clinic had 83 babies born all at the same time, the result of a party when I had arrived.  Russians really know how to party.  When I wanted to visit some of the roving hospital trucks along the border, Tami stepped forward and said no.  It was only the second time she had done that in 34 years, so I listened.  She explained it to me, I was the only one holding my empire together.  If something should happen to me, the whole thing would fall apart.  My daughters would continue on, but each clinic would be on its own, and they sucked up too much money for support to last very long.  If I was on a rescue mission, that was one thing, but as a tourist it wasn’t worth the risk.  I gave her a big hug and thanked her.

In the end we went to see one that wasn’t along the southern border, but was instead roving the villages in Northeast European Russia.  We boarded a supply truck heading out to resupply the portable clinic.  It was guarded by ten EBs with very serious looking weapons.  I greeted them all with a “Привет Мои Девочки!” followed by a hug and butt squeeze.  I got a lot of sighs and giggles, probably at my accent.

It was a two day trip out and two days back.  The resupply truck was almost as big as the hospital trucks themselves.  It had a sleeping area with small kitchen, communications center, and a pair of motorcycles.  The back was taken up by the large cargo area filled with fuel cell replacements, medical supplies, and food.  I spent most of the time figuring out my will, to fix the problem that Tami foresaw.  I left everything to my ring girls, to continue running as long as they could, which with my daughters’ gifts, could be eons.

The majority of the roads in outlying Russia hadn’t been repaired since the 20th century, over 60 years before; and were in very bad shape.  Heck, half of them weren’t even paved.  At a stop to ooh and ahh at a beautiful scenic vista in the Ural foothills I took the time to look at the suspension.  Each wheel had its own suspension and was tied in to the drive train.  The whole vehicle reminded me of those old post-disaster TV shows from the 1970s where the crew drove around in their survival vehicle.

The girls took turns on duty.  Apparently brigands weren’t all that uncommon.  The off duty girls I took the opportunity to get to know better.  Tami also made a lot of friends, but in a different way, of course.  I was relaxing, snuggling with two of the girls watching TV Land reruns of Castle, Nathan Fallon had died a few weeks earlier and they were running a marathon in his honor; when I saw a book that one of the EBs was reading.  It had my picture on the cover.  Just having a paper book was unusual these days, but one with my picture on it got me really curious.  I asked if I could see the book.  She handed it over.  It was in Russian, so I used my high school Russian from 48 years ago to read the title page.  “Томас Маллой” That’s my name.  The back of the title page was printed in English, “3rd Russian Printing, 5th Japanese Printing, 2nd French Printing, 19th German Printing, 2nd Chinese Printing, 31st Spanish Printing, 42nd English Printing, Copyright 2032, Malloy Enterprises, All Rights Reserved”.  Nice of someone to tell me that the book existed, especially if it was translated into six other languages and was in the 42nd English printing.  I handed it back and asked Tami, “Tami, did you know about that book?”

“Yes, Master.  All EBs read it constantly.  It contains a basic history of you, plus many of your philosophies.  If a girl is confused over something, usually the answer can be found in the book.  It has all your decisions that you made to start your empire and the moral decisions that you made along the way.  The book is a source of guidance for every EB.”

Great, I had my own bible.  “Remind me to read the English version when we get back.”

“I think that Alicia is working on the second edition, since it has been many years since that one came out.”

“Then I definitely want to go over it before publishing.”

“I’ll pass that along.”

The truck passed many small villages.  It was depressing, it was the middle of the 21st century, and many of them didn’t even have electricity.  We caught up to the hospital truck in Bigichi (Бигичи), a small town on the river Kolva.

Lara, one of my gifted daughters, ran the clinic.  Her mother was a Russian immigrant, a former model, and Lara had learned the language from her; that was why she was in the middle of Nowhere, Russia running a hospital truck.  We pulled up behind the hospital truck, and the EBs and Lara came over.  I stepped out of the door and Lara was instantly there with her arms around my neck, sobbing.  “Oh, Dad, I am so happy to see you!”  She sobbed for a while, then stepped back.  “What on earth are you doing here in central Russia, of all places?”

“I was curious about how these trucks were doing.  Tami vetoed me visiting the ones south along the border.”

“Wow, I agree completely.  And not just because you came here instead.”

“Yeah, she explained the logic.  I don’t have to like it, but I reluctantly agree.  Anyway, how are things here in Bigichi?”

“So sad that I cry a lot.  These people have almost no medical care, very bad schooling, scrimp and scrape for clothing, A little girl came in yesterday with legs and feet so beat up from working that she could hardly walk.  Her parents couldn’t afford shoes or work pants.  It is really heart-wrenching.”

“I assume you enhanced the feet and legs so she can handle it better?”

“Yes, but there is so much of that.”

“Honey, I know it feels like a drop in the bucket, but imagine that little girl if you weren’t here.”

She started bawling again.  I held her while she worked it out.  I saw that several of the EB assistants were pretty worn out as well, so I waved them over for a group hug.  They all cried for another 40 minutes.  Finally, they relaxed and cried themselves out.

To brighten things up I exclaimed, “This is Russia, we need a party!  I know that big chunk of beef in the cargo was for repairs, but let’s cook it up and celebrate the resupply!”

Most of the EBs spoke English and they started cheering.  In half an hour we had the whole town kick-dancing with us.  I was amazed, I had thought that the traditional stuff was long gone due to the Soviets in the last century.  Except that the music was played by a boom-box, the scene could easily have been from the 19th century.  Then some old people pulled out accordions and balalaikas, and the boom-box was put away.  We danced half the night to the bonfire.  It was the most fun I had had since the orbital trip four years before.

As I snuggled down with a few of the EBs around two in the morning, I contemplated the complete opposites, a small town in Russia and the infinite vistas of space.

Normally a supply truck comes in, drops everything off, then takes off a few hours later.  I knew I was messing up schedules, but I had them wait a day and night.  I sat down with Lara and discussed it.  She thought that the party was the perfect idea.  I mentioned that maybe, unless there was a reason not to, the supply truck should bring in the supplies for a party as well and throw one whenever they dropped off supplies.  She thought that was a good idea.  We also discussed the shoe problem.  It was traditional for Slavic peasants to go shoeless, even in winter, but that was ridiculous.  She agreed.  We figured out what was needed, and planned for several crates to be delivered on the next supply truck, filled with shoes for children.

The day after the party, I hung out around the trucks while Lara went to work.  There was a constant stream of people, many of who had travelled up to fifty miles on by foot or ox-cart, who came because they heard that the hospital truck was in town.

At lunch, I had a surprise for Lara.  I took a package that I had stowed in the cargo, and then got busy in the small kitchen.  I presented four hard shell tacos and a large burrito to her.  She almost fainted in delight.  The EBs, all Russian, didn’t see what the attraction was, but Lara had grown up with Tex-Mex and loved it.  One thing Russia had a lot of was Pepsi and Coke.  Lara pulled one from the truck refrigerator.  The EBs were also puzzled that she chilled it before drinking, since it was common to drink it at room temperature.

After lunch, I wandered a bit taking pictures that looked like something from a 100 year old National Geographic, except that they were in 3D.  We drove back with the discharged fuel cells.

Chapter 72

It was a sad day.  I received a phone call from Cardinal Harden.  Father Ricci had died of old age.  Apparently he had requested that I be invited to his funeral. 

Sister Gwendolyn had died ten years previously; Sara had been very upset at that one.  Us immortals we getting our first taste of what was to come as everyone we knew started to die off.  My good friend Frank Taymen was in his 80s and still going strong, but I knew he had only another ten to fifteen years as well.  If he had asked, he could be immortal as well, but he understood that that was a dangerous precedent and so didn’t ask.  It was like the ancient song from Queen, “Who wants to live forever?”  There were downsides.

We immediately planned for the trip to Vatican City.  The funeral was to be there, the burial in a cemetery outside of Rome.  Apparently the Father was well liked; Pope Mark II himself was going to preside over the funeral.  I hadn’t seen him since Atlanta twenty years ago.  He would be in his 90s by now.

With me I was bringing Sara, Ester, and, of course, Tami.  I wanted to bring the twins, but we felt it was too crowded.  They were a little depressed anyway, many of their old friends had been dying off recently.  They (and I) were only 67, but Zandy’s father, her stepmom, many of the teachers from when she was in school, all had died recently.

The plane was waiting at our airport.  We had built it several years before because of the constant travel that I needed to do.  What was crazy was that, while I had been all over Russia and North America, I had never been to Western Europe before.  At least flights were much quicker now that most airplanes were SSTs.

We landed at Fiumicino Airport.  A little long of tooth, but the even older Ciampino Airport couldn’t handle SSTs.  Before we left the plane we changed into our “Sunday” clothes.

Waiting were three of the ubiquitous black SUVs that security people have been fond of for a century now.  The squad of EBs that Ester had sent ahead randomly picked one and we got in.  The motorcade moved out.  Rome was a beautiful, if slightly smelly, city.

The motorcade arrived at the Vatican, we entered at the north entrance by the museum and gift shop.  Cardinal Harden, in his 80s but still spry, greeted us with his Brooklyn accent.  “Tom, wow, you still look exactly the same.”

“Yeah, nice side effect, don’t you think?”

He grinned, “Yes, it is.  It is tempting to ask for one of your rejuvs.  Something for my next confession.”

“Well, I am still young, only 67.  The one you should be impressed with is Ester here.  She is 87.”

“A year older than I am?  Wow again.”  He peered at Ester, I think his sight was going bad.  Ester gave him a shit-eating grin.  She always loved her rejuv, more than any of us.

I touched the back of his neck, deadening the nerves so he didn’t feel it.  I fixed up his eyes, hearing, prostate, and cleaned the blood vessels around the heart.  Otherwise he was pretty healthy already.

He blinked, then turned to me and said, “Tom...”

I smiled and said, “Consider it a gift.  I noticed that you were having trouble with your eyes.”

“Just limit it to that, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Hmmm, it is nice to be able to see clearly again.  *sigh* Another one for confession.  Two things in two minutes.  You are dangerous, Tom Malloy.”

He led us in, waving us past the Vatican Guard.  I was surprised when he led us to the Sistine Chapel, where apparently the viewing was still in progress.  Although I was Lutheran, I emulated Ester, a Catholic, as she crossed herself and went to view Father Ricci in his casket.  He looked peaceful.  I worked my way back to the entrance where Cardinal Harden was standing.

I commented, “I am glad that he died so peacefully.  After some of the things that he battled, I am more than glad.”

“Really?  You know about that?”

“If you mean Mexico City, yes.  I was there.”

“When you get some time, could you please answer some questions about that, Father Ricci’s diaries were destroyed in a fire a few years back.  We didn’t even know who was there so we couldn’t reconstruct it.  Father Ricci refused to talk about it and all the other priests that were there are long dead.”

“It was a demon possessing the body of a dead child.  I can see why he didn’t want to talk about it.  I don’t really want to either, but I will tell what I know for the record.  I will also say that it severely shook my beliefs.”

He shuddered and crossed himself.  “Oh my God.  No wonder he didn’t want to talk about it.  It also explains many other things, like all the guards that retired suddenly right after that.”

“It took me years to get over the nightmares, and I left before the actual exorcism.”

“Let’s change the subject.  I won’t ask you to go over that again.”

“So how is the Pope doing?  Did you ever find the culprit?”

“Yes we did.  But I can’t discuss that.”

“I understand.”

“One thing Ronald, I mean the Pope, and I were discussing is all your clinics in North America and Russia.  We were wondering if you would like to establish one here.”

“You mean that the church membership is falling off and you want to bolster it with some good publicity, right?  A few miracle cures here and there?”

“Well, yes.  I keep forgetting you aren’t a teenager.”

“One issue, all my clinics are run by my daughters and female staff.  If you can live with that, I will ask if any of them want to found a clinic here.  In fact...”  I raised my voice over the din, “Ester?”

She scurried over.  “Yes, Tom?”

“Isn’t your Hannah turning 18 next month?”

“Yes, she is.”

“Do you think she would be interested in starting a clinic here?”

“She would love it!  Hold on, I’ll ask her.”  She blinked a few times, calling Hannah up on her ear-bug.  “Hannah, honey...”  “Yes” “I have a question for you.”  “Tom wants to know if you are interested in opening a clinic here at the Vatican.”  “Good.  I’ll pass that on.  Start planning.”  “Bye, love you.”  She looked up, “Yes, she thinks it is a wonderful idea.  She also said it would be a little crowded here inside Vatican City, and suggests maybe across the street somewhere.”

Harden said, “Good idea.  She is right.  It is a little crowded in here.  Most of the surrounding land is owned by the Holy Cee, we will find something for her.”

“Normally we have a homeless shelter as part of the clinic.  That also would be good publicity.”

“Yes it would.  I’ll talk it over with the planners and the Pope later.  If you want, there are three hours before the service if you want to go to your hotel and freshen up.”

“You go ahead.  I was going to sign up for the tour.  See you at five.”  He was old and probably wanted to rest up.  I gathered my ladies and we took the Vatican tour.

We met back up in the chapel.  Because of security, the Pope did the final invocation, the Valley of Death stuff, while we were still in the chapel.  I, along with three priests, were the pall bearers as we carried it out to a old hearse waiting outside.  The thing must have been over fifty years old.  The burial was done quickly.  Out of respect I followed the hearse and stood while the casket was lowered down.

There was a dinner after the service.  The Pope led the prayer, then we ate.  I was sitting across from a Priest.  He nodded and said, “Hello, I am Father Joseph.”

“Tom Malloy.”

“I was one of Father Ricci’s students.  How did you know the Father?”  Suddenly things were quiet around our part of the table.

“I met him 37 years ago during one of his investigations.  We remained in contact afterwards.”  The conversations around us started up again.

“37 years ago?  Aren’t you a bit young for that?”

“Actually I am 67.  Appearances can be deceiving.”

He didn’t say anything, but he looked doubtful.  Cardinal Harden, sitting two down from me, said, “Father Joseph.”

The Father turned to the Cardinal and with eyes lowered, said, “Your Excellency.”

“He is just telling the truth.  He is 67 years old.  And he has a good point, don’t judge everything by how it appears.  Remember John 7:24, ‘Stop judging by mere appearances...’.”

“You are right, of course, your Excellency.  But how?”

The Cardinal looked at me and I nodded.  He said, “I suppose you should know, since we are setting up a clinic here.  Tom and his family have the miracle gift of healing.  A side effect of that is eternal youth.  That is how he met Father Ricci, during an investigation into the miracle.”

“So it is a miracle?”

“Yes, the gift of healing itself is the miracle, not what he does with it.  It is not a public miracle because it would create riots.”

“I understand.”  A minute later he asked me, “You are opening a clinic?”

“Yes, we already have over 200 of them in North America and Russia.  You may have heard of them, the Thrupp free clinics?”

“Yes, I have.  So those are yours?”

“Yes.  I opened the first one 50 years ago next month.”  I turned the conversation on him, “Do you investigate miracles too?”

“Why, yes I do.”

“Any you can tell me about?  I was one of Father Ricci’s experts that he called in occasionally.”

“Hmm, interesting.  You aren’t on the call list; of course Father Ricci kept everything in his head, so he didn’t have a written list.  I’ll have to add you to it.  Anyway, we just got back from confirming a miracle in Ethiopia.  In front of hundreds of witnesses, a farmer called out to God to save his fields, and out of the blue, no cloud in the sky, thunderheads appeared and rained over his fields and filled the dry reservoir.  We had meteorologists, climatologists, aerospace engineers, and none of them could figure it out.”

“Wow, amazing.  Have you figured out which Saint to attribute it to yet?”

“No, that is currently under debate.  It is a tie between Saint Innocent and Saint Genofeva.”  He answered seriously, not catching on that I was twitting him.

“By the way, I don’t see Father Ricci’s old cohorts Father Conti and Father Moretti.  Are they still around?”

“Sorry, no.  Both of them passed away years ago.”

“Sorry to hear that.  I suppose it has been 26 years since I last saw them.”

We talked for another hour, then they all said a post-grace (I don’t know what else to call it) after the meal, then everybody left.

Hannah immediately set out the day after her birthday.  She was “loaned” the property just to the North East of the entrance to the Vatican at St. Peter’s Square.  Because she didn’t have much space and couldn’t build up, she went down, and down, and down.  Right down past the catacombs she built twenty-five sub-basements.  Drainage was horrible with the river only two blocks away.  Sump-pumps were going constantly, but it was the only way she was going to get the room she needed.  Deep plasma sealing the walls and floor to a meter helped a lot, although it was extremely expensive, that alone cost $20 million.  The place ended up a lot like a Valerie style clinic, only shifted down twenty stories.  It even had the atrium.  It took a year to build, even with the new automated construction ‘bots.  There was only one floor below the atrium, and the clinic was up on street level overlooking the rest of the place.  The personal apartments were on the far side, only accessible by going to atrium floor and going back up on that side.  They were separated from the shelter apartments.  Kind of a Mt. Olympus.

In the park there was a large statue of Father Ricci.  Also at the entrance to the clinic, there were two catholic style prayer votives; one dedicated to the Saint Martin de Porres (for charity and instant cures) and the other to Saints Cosmas and Damian (for the free clinic).  Those were our concessions to the location and to keep the Catholics happy.  We also added small chapels both in the clinic and on the edge of the park.  The pope himself consecrated the chapels.  I was there and he commented to me, “Pretty fancy, Tom.”

The problem was when several nuns showed up and wanted to be EBs.  Apparently they liked the active nature of being an EB over the passive nature of a nun.  Also, several of them were older and a bit jaded.  We really didn’t want to upset the church, so all the converts were sent to the United States for EB training along with the locally recruited girls.  Fortunately, English was a required language in all of Europe and all the girls spoke it fluently.

Having ‘miracle’ cures right out in front of the Vatican did what the Pope and Cardinal Harden hoped.  It did bump up church membership a lot.  What was funny were all the terminal patients from the U.S. who flew into Rome to go to the clinic when they could have just gone down the street to the nearest Thrupp clinic.  Ester’s older daughters Lilly and Zandy turned their clinics over to their sisters and then joined Hannah in Rome because it was so busy.  They were all technically Catholic, so that worked out well.

Chapter 73

Because of the expressed need, we started several more clinics in Europe.  Stockholm, London, Paris, and Frankfurt all had Valerie style clinics.  We also built one in Melbourne.  One of my girls wanted to start up one in Istanbul and that was the first time I ever said, “No!”  There was no way I was going to send one of my girls into a war zone like that.  If they wanted to go personally, like some of my girls did during the Border Wars, I would accept that (but not like it).  But setting themselves up as terrorist targets, forget it.  Instead I mentioned Kolkata, and she jumped at it.  Because of the desperate need, her sister started one in Mumbai at the same time.  Fortunately, India had been war free for many years, finally pacifying Pakistan by the simple expedient of sending in assassins and taking out all the corrupt and fanatic Islam leaders who supported the remnants of the Taliban.

I mentally didn’t really consider India to be “Asia”, although technically it is Southwest Asia.  So it was a landmark when we built clinics in Tokyo, Seoul, Hong Kong, and Manila.  Because we wanted things to be self-contained, they were all Valerie style clinics.  The big difference was since cheesy glitz was the norm in Asia, there was a big logo on the side of the building with “Thrupp Clinic” next to it in bright backlit green and orange.  It became part of the city night silhouette.  In Japan and Korea, large EB training facilities were built, but out in the country.

The next big place we built was in Johannesburg.  Until the rest of the warring idiots in Africa got organized and stopped fighting, that was the only stable area.

The only continent that was left (besides Antarctica) was South America.  The drug lords still ruled over the western half of the continent, so we just opened one clinic in Rio de Janeiro.  Not the nicest of places, but with no terrorist/cartel activity.

Chapter 74

It was time to visit the space station again.  My daughter Zenon (from the children’s book and Disney movie) had her awakening coming up in a few weeks.  She was the first kid born and raised in space, the result of my dalliance with the EB Charlotte last time I visited.

We flew to Colorado Springs in less of a hurry this time.  With me were Tami, Angie, and Niyol.  Niyol had been wheeling and dealing for months to get on the list.  Since it wasn’t an emergency, we had full physicals, which we all passed with flying colors.  We were fitted for our pressure suits, then we waited in a lounge for six hours with our fellow passengers.  Finally they let us board the shuttle.

It hadn’t changed in the last 14 years.  We were pressed back in our seats by the incredible acceleration as we zipped along the track.  Soon we were airborne and decelerating up to orbit.  A few hours later we docked with the much larger space station.

We were greeted by shrieks of delight and big hugs as we stepped off the shuttle.  Hannah’s and Zenon’s enthusiasm almost pulled me off the floor, I don’t think the magnets in my boots were designed for flying tackles.  The EBs looked like they wanted to join in so I waved them over for the group hug.  I must have stood there for fifteen minutes just hugging my girls as they snuggled down with sighs.  After a few minutes I nudged Hannah and Zenon and said, “Go greet your mom and grandmother.”  They blushed in embarrassment and quickly went over to hug Angie as well.

Niyol was swiveling her head so fast I thought she would break it right off.  Tami was enjoying herself, but was standing there quietly like usual.  I wouldn’t have even known she was happy if I hadn’t had her as a bodyguard over the past 40 years.  Normally she appeared to be a bubbly cheerleader whether she was happy or not.

Looking up I noticed that the station commander was patiently waiting.  I disengaged my girls and went over.  He shook my hand, saying, “That was quite the greeting.”

“They haven’t seen me in 14 years, and Zenon has never actually met me in person before.”

“Zenon.  Heh.  That girl really lives up to her namesake.”

“Yeah, I wish I could have been here more, but it is a bit out of the way.”

“Just a bit, yes.” With a half-smile.

“Well, her future will be decided in the next few days.  I’ll let you know how it comes out.”

“She is pretty strong willed, she will want to determine her own way.”

“Then she is like all of her sisters.  Don’t worry, any decisions will have her input.  This is a family thing.”  He nodded.

There were actual guest quarters in the 1G section of the station.  We were shown our rooms, and then invited for the daily jog around the rim of the 1G section.  To prevent calcium loss in the bones all station personnel were required to jog around the one mile perimeter every day.  Of course this wasn’t an issue with me or my girls, but we joined in just for fun.  A lot of guys were staring at the girls in their skimpy jogging outfits.  The girls liked to show off and enjoyed the looks.

The station had grown and was over twice the area that it used to be.  Hannah had had built two atriums in the 1G area which were parks.  It was amazing, you could sit on a park bench by a bubbling stream with fish in it, and not even realize that you were in orbit.  The biologists loved the parks; they could experiment with growing plants in space to their hearts content.  They had cost over a hundred million to build, hauling up loads of dirt and trees.  The water was part of the station reclaim system.  The station commander was ambivalent about the parks, he liked them, but they were heavy and took a lot of station resources.  The struts holding them to the station (one on each side for balance) were four times stronger than the rest of the setup.  I was happy because Zenon would have some experience with the outdoors, even if it was in artificial parks like those.

I spent two days exploring.  There was a commemorative plaque on the wall of one part of the ¾G area, that was the only sign of the space accident fourteen years previously.  On May 3rd, I awoke to several girls cuddling with me.  One of them was Zenon.  She had grown nice and tall in the light gravity.  She did a repeat of Niyol, suddenly looking up at me and exclaiming, “Wow!  I see everything!”  She jumped up and took off, forgetting to even get dressed.  My girls had their own enclosed section of the station down in the ⁷/₈G section so it wasn’t any big deal when she excitedly ran naked down the hall, taking a close look at everyone she passed, grinning and running on.

I looked over at Tami, Niyol, and an EB I invited in the night before; saying, “Well, I guess she gets her party.”  They all grinned and nodded excitedly.

In the luggage I had brought up a large hock of beef, two experimental clamshell self-ventilating grills designed for space, and some traditional party supplies.  I got dressed and went to see the EBs.  They were all happy to set up a big party for that evening.  None of them had had a grilled steak in almost two decades and they were really looking forward to it.

We set up in park Alpha.  At some point every person in the station must have dropped by.  An astonishing number of them were vegetarians, but they partied with us anyway.  The entire haunch of beef was gone within hours.  The first barbeque in space was a complete success.  The station administrator complained that he had to pump ballast into the park Beta tanks because of all the personnel in park Alpha, but he thought it was worth it.

In the end, Zenon said she wanted to visit Earth, but she wanted to return to the station.  It was home and she wanted to train with her sister Hannah.  I had no problem with that.  The Station Administrator agreed, so Zenon joined us on the shuttle ride down.

Chapter 75

When the shuttle landed, my ear-bug started flashing a red dot to my left.  That meant that there was an emergency message for me.  Since the ear-bugs worked in orbit, whatever it was must have just happened.  I pulled up the message.

“Leslie was shot.  She did not survive the injuries.”

I saw Angie, Niyol, Tami, and Zenon receive the message at the same time.  It must have been a general broadcast.  I blinked up a connection to control as the shuttle parked.

An EB answered, “Yes, Sir?”

“Status.”

“We don’t know much more than the general broadcast, sir.  Ester and a team are on their way to investigate.”

“Keep me informed.  I am on my way.”

“Thank Tom!  We are all freaking out here.”

I had had my ear-bug on broadcast so the others had heard the conversation.  They were all very angry.  I remember that from the EB manual, anger and action first, grieve second.  The second the shuttle came to a stop, we were out of our seats.  We were told to wait, but I told them back that it was an emergency and we had to get home.  Sometimes it is nice to have power, the crew coordinator just rolled his eyes and didn’t say anything.  I signaled ahead and my SST jet was fired up and waiting fifty feet away as we descended the stairs from the shuttle.  We were airborne in ten minutes.  I would have to pull some strings to get the pilots out of trouble with the FAA later, but they were as eager as me to get home.  In fact, the copilot was one of Leslie’s daughters.

We got back in half an hour.  I think the pilots broke every rule in the book, hitting mach 7 on the way home.  The legal limit for non-military aircraft was mach 3.

Waiting was a full SUV.  Unusual since we normally drive golf carts on the grounds.  It got me to CICC in less than two minutes.  I burst through the door, I could see everyone relax a bit, but they stayed on alert.  On the main monitor was the tactical feed from Ester’s ear-bug, while surrounding it was the feed from several of the EBs with her.  I checked the monitor and realized she had taken two hundred swat trained EBs with her.  That was half the estate compliment.

Ester was at the crime scene.  The police had it taped off.  They knew Ester and she was inside the tape investigating.  She was searching the area with the crime techs.  There were two covered bodies.  I said, “Is that them?”  In response the EB in front of me replayed a recording of when Ester had first arrived.  She had marched right over and lifted the sheet.  Damn, it was Leslie.  I hadn’t quite believed it until now.  Behind me Angie and Tami gasped.  They had known Leslie for decades.  Over to the side were the twins, Amanda and Mandy, crying their hearts out.  I went over and pulled them into a bug hug as they sobbed into my chest.  They had known her almost as long as me, for 59 years.  My parents were also in the corner crying together with Lisa, Angie joined them.  They were all very good friends of Leslie’s.  Right then, there were tens of thousands of my girls who were mourning around the planet.  Leslie was a legend, one of the original girls.  Heck, thousands of them had been raised on stories about her.

Suddenly, one of the EBs exclaimed, “Found the car!”

Ester’s voice said, “Details!”

“It is parked in a garage at 5024 Matthews Ave.”

Ester and her 250 EBs were on their way.  I found out later that they had identified the shooter and car from a recording of the tac feed transmitted by Leslie’s ear-bug.  The killer had taken the ear-bug and crushed it, but Leslie’s ear bug automatically recorded back at CICC so they had clear video of the shooting.  Four dedicated satellites and sixty super-computers with AI driven pattern matching tied in with all the traffic, security and street cams in the entire state had been searching for the two of them ever since.  Man, did that guy pick the wrong person to shoot.

Anyway, they surrounded the building,   There were six tanks, 100 troops, two combat choppers, and Ester with a bullhorn.  “James Galloway!  We have the building surrounded, come out with your hands up!”  She couldn’t just rush him, he had a infant that Leslie had been picking up with the other lady from child services.  What was crazy was that it wasn’t even his kid.  He had won her as a marker in a poker game.  One of the players in the game was a UC cop who had reported it, and Leslie and the child services lady had gone to the guy’s work to get the baby.

No movement from the house.  Ester called out again, “James, you are just making things worse, pass out the kid.”

He yelled out the window, “No way copper!  This kid is mine!  I won her fair, and Joey owes me $300 for her.”  $300, that was what this was over?  A measly $300?

Apparently Ester was thinking the same thing, she said, “Tell you what James, I’ll give you twice that for her.”

“I don’t trust you, copper!”

“I will put the money inside the screen door.  You can take it, count it, and then leave the kid outside the door.  Will that be okay?”

He hesitated, “Okay, copper.  You have a deal.”

An EB quickly rushed up to the house, tossed a pile of hundreds in the screen door, and then ran back.  Ester called out, “The money is there, James.”

The door opened and an arm reached around and grabbed the money.  Ten seconds later, the same arm literally tossed the wailing baby out on the step.  The EB ran back over and grabbed the kid.

Two of Ester’s people were gifted daughters of mine, they took the poor kid and immediately started scanning and fixing.

Ester called out, “James, now will you come out of there?”

“No way copper!”

Thermal scans showed that he was alone in the house.  Two flash-bangs were shot through the Window.  Then a gas grenade with knock out gas.  That wasn’t procedure, but Ester was pissed and she didn’t want to risk any more of her people.

A minute later thermal scans showed him collapsed on the floor.  Ester went in and collected him.  I could see she wanted to go old fashioned on him with a few kicks, but she knew that there were literally hundreds of recordings being made, so she couldn’t chance it.  We would arrange something in prison for him.  I don’t know to this day if I could have restrained myself.

Leslie’s funeral was attended by over a thousand people.  She was the most decorated cop in U.S. history, was the spokesperson for the Police and Peace foundation, and had been around for a very long time.  Of her “sisters”, there were tens upon tens of thousands of women who idolized her worldwide, including her fourteen daughters.  There were flags at half mast encircling the planet.  Her natural sister, Winnie, was still alive and showed up for the funeral with her children, grandkids, and great-grandkids.  It was the first time I had met her in the sixty years I had known Leslie.  She was a nice old lady.

Winnie and I talked for a bit, apparently I had met her briefly sixty years before, in the waiting room of the hospital after the car accident.  She commented that I hadn’t changed much.  I think that was her polite way of wondering why I still was 18 years old after sixty years.  The way she said it, along with her body language, was so much like Leslie, that I got tears in eyes.  I muttered, “Sorry, can’t talk about that, excuse me” and then I ran for a chair in the corner to sit with my hands over my face and think for a while.  Amanda and Mandy joined me in a group hug.  Leslie was immortal!  We weren’t supposed to have to attend her funeral for another 500-1000 years!  It was just wrong.  Soon Leslie’s daughters all came over and joined the hug.

Winnie slowly came over.  She said with surprise, “You all really loved her, didn’t you?”

“Very much.”  I suppressed my anger at the question.  “Ladies, this is your aunt Winnie.  Winnie, these are your nieces.”

She looked surprised again.  “Leslie never told me!  We didn’t communicate much after mom and dad disowned her for joining your cult.”

Again I suppressed my anger.  “Winnie.  We aren’t a cult, there is no religion involved.  We are a commune.”  Well, sorta.

“Oh! My parents went on for hours every night for years harping on the ‘cult’ that Leslie joined.  You mean after all this time it really wasn’t one?”  She seemed slightly upset.

“No, closest to a cult we come is that we have an unofficial group marriage.  Leslie still went to Lutheran church on Sunday.”

“Well... damn.”  The expression on her face was anger.  “I haven’t talked to my sister in sixty years because of our parent’s prejudice.  And now it is too late.”  She looked frustrated.  “Damn again.”  She looked up at her fourteen nieces.  “I will not continue that mistake.  I sure hope you won’t be strangers.”

They all nodded.  The oldest, Penny, said, “I know mom kept an eye on you from afar.  She made sure all her nieces got scholarships to the schools they wanted.”

“So that was the Malloy Foundation Scholarship that they all got!  My girls often wondered why none of their friends had even heard about it before.  Wow, she sure did a good job of hiding where it was from.”

“Probably didn’t want you to reject it out of stubbornness.”

“That is so like her, to do something that wonderful; then hide her whole part in it.”

All Leslie’s daughters and I were nodding in agreement.  That was very like Leslie to do that.  I guess she spent some of that $50 million still sitting in her account gathering interest.  I vaguely remember her asking me if she could use a few million for her outside family.  With all her salary plus the interest on top of the $50 million over the last 60 years, that account must be getting quite large.  I was tempted just to give it to Winnie and her family, but I had a better idea.  “You know, the fund she used is still there.  She left it to her daughters and me, but with their agreement, I would like to make it a general scholarship fund for your family.”  The girls all nodded.

“But what about you?”

I answered, “No, as my daughters, they have full access to the family money.  They don’t need it.”  Like all my daughters, they got their debit card on their tenth birthday.  They had emergency purchasing power up to several billion dollars.  What I found amazing is that not one of my daughters, all twelve thousand of them, ever abused the card.

“Then I think it is a wonderful idea.  But let’s add Leslie’s name to it.  Change it to the Leslie Malloy Scholarship.”

“Deal.”  I didn’t mention that Leslie never legally changed her name; she had still been Leslie MacAndrews when she died.

Lisa, Amanda, Mandy, and myself were the pall-bearers.  We carried it out to the hearse, then sat in the car behind the hearse on the way to the funeral.  It was the largest funeral in the city’s history, even larger than the DEA disaster 40 years before.  Police from five states and over thirty thousand of my girls filled the route to the cemetery, an additional small group was formed from the survivors of the Hurricane Sally that she had helped.  At the cemetery I got up to give my speech, “Nearly sixty years ago, I met Leslie as I pulled her out of her patrol car just before it blew up.  In that time, in six decades, she has never been angry at anyone, not even when she was shot.  She was totally dedicated to her profession as a Police Officer, living by the creed, ‘To Serve and Protect’.  I have long admired that attitude and have attempted to live by it myself.  She had served as a Mother and Companion and I couldn’t have asked for more.  Over the years, she has become a legend in her own time.  I, along with her sister, her fellow officers, and her 231,536 sister members of my clan, will miss her greatly.  Rest in Peace, Leslie.”

The twenty one gun salute was given and the flag was folded and given to her oldest daughter.  A Lutheran Pastor who gave the final words as the coffin was lowered while taps were played.

I was happy that Taymen had lived long enough to be at the funeral.  He lived for two weeks after Leslie, dying at home surrounded by great-grandkids.  Not a bad way to go.

We never had to plan anything for James Galloway.  He was beat to a pulp daily, stabbed six times in non-fatal areas, and raped repeatedly the first week in jail.  Many of the prisoners respected Leslie, saying that they had never been treated so fairly as when she arrested them.  They happily tortured the evil bastard.  The guards, of course, turned a blind eye to anything that happened to him.  Cop killers couldn’t expect to live long in prison.

He pled not guilty against the advice of his lawyer.  In trial, the ear-bug video was shown.  He was convicted to life without parole since the death penalty was currently not politically feasible.  He committed suicide after a month of torture anyway.

A group of EBs in Kiev came up with an idea which Ester endorsed and implemented around the planet.  The local clinics set up contracts with the local police to have EBs as patrol officers, free of pay.  We provided all the equipment and the cops, and the local cities reaped the benefit.  They became known as “Leslie Patrols”.  I suppose it was similar to the “Police Specials” in San Francisco, except that there were no individual contracts, just very pissed off cops.  In many of the cities with the patrols, the cops cut back on regular police and started focusing on things like organized crime.

Because the patrols had a higher moral standard, as outlined in the EB manual, they were un-bribable.  Crime dropped dramatically.  There were a lot of pot-shots taken at my girls, but their uniforms were bulletproof and so were their vehicles.  A few were injured, but they were fixed up almost immediately better than new.

Chapter 76

Over all, 99% of my daughters, 100% of my granddaughters, and 100% of my great granddaughters elected to stick with me.  Inbreeding was not an issue, we had all long ago removed any bad recessives, and repairing a problem was easy to do in-vitro.  Also, after two generations, every single girl born inherited the gift.  I hadn’t slept around for twenty years, keeping it in the clan.

That was why I was surprised when I got a phone call from social services.  Apparently I had a twelve year old granddaughter that I didn’t know about.  Her mother and grandmother were both killed in a car crash.  I flew out to New York to meet the girl.

On the flight, the EBs filled me in.  Her grandmother was one of the upgraded billionaires.  The one I had liked and shared an evening with 34 years before, Becky I think her name was.  Apparently our daughter had gotten pregnant at 20 and had given birth to Charlene.  All the money was gone, her mom and grandmother had been working as hotel maids.  I took one of my granddaughters, Jane, one of Sara’s daughters, with me because she was thirteen and had had been elected by her sisters as ambassador.  She was eager to meet her “cousin”.  We landed at Newark and caught a bullet train into Manhattan.

Social Services was in a old brick building that was falling apart.  The three of us, Tami, Jane, and I marched in.  We were directed to a middle aged lady in a small cubicle on the sixth floor.  There were only two chairs so Jane and I squeezed in while Tami waited next to us.  The lady was on her phone arguing with someone.  She nodded to us, but kept talking for another twenty minutes, finally hanging up with a snort of disgust.  She looked over at us and asked, “So how can I help you?”

“You called and said that I had a granddaughter.  My name is Tom Malloy, and I believe you said her name is Charlene?”

She typed something on her old computer.  I hadn’t seen a computer like that in forty years.  She said, “Yes, we found you via DNA match.  Charlene’s father died six years ago, and her mother and grandmother died last month.  There was no father listed on her mother’s birth certificate.  The state did a routine DNA swab and found six sibling matches in the metro area who were all 1st relatives of Charlene.  After consulting with a Valerie Malloy, we found out that they were your daughters.”

“I spent a few hours with her grandmother 34 years ago.  I was unaware that Charlene was even born.”

I could see her shoulders relax a bit.  I wasn’t as deadbeat as she thought.  She did raise her eyebrow a bit since I appeared to be about 18 years old, but didn’t say anything.  “For the record, you do have an income sufficient to support a child?”

Tami and Jane snorted with laughter.  I just smiled and said, “Easily.”  I had been expecting this, so I handed her a card with my bank account numbers on it. 

She pulled up my records and blinked as her jaw dropped.  “Um... I guess you do.”  She hesitated.  “I have to ask, do you have a home for the girl?”

“Yes.  Ask Jane here.  She was elected by her siblings to come and greet their cousin.”

“That is good enough.  I can see that you have a closely knit family.  That is good.  There will be some emotional scarring from the last month.”

“Several of her aunts are child-psychologists.  We’ll take care of her.”

She nodded, grabbed her purse and a briefcase, and said, “Come with me.”  She led us out of the building, two blocks down, and up to a crumbling tenant building.  She commented, “It is after three.  School is out,” as she pressed a buzzer.

“Who is it?” came from a small speaker.  The system was at least 80 years old.

“Camille from Social Services.”

“This isn’t a good time, can you come back later?”

“Sorry, I have Charlene’s relatives here to pick her up.”

There was no answer.  Camille pressed the buzzer again.  No answer.  I looked over at Tami and together we kicked in the door.  Camille jumped back in surprise.  We leapt up from landing to landing, arriving at the sixth floor in a few seconds.  We together kicked in the door to 6B, the buzzer Camille had been pressing.

The scene was interesting.  A pretty girl, I assume Charlene, was tied naked bent over a table.  A man was fucking her hard from behind as she cried.  A woman was thrusting clothes at the guy, we heard her say, “Quick, get dressed and go!  The cops are here!”  They both whipped their heads around as Tami and I kicked the door in.

I was across the room and took out the guy with one punch.  I saw Tami do the same with the woman.

Tami untied the girl who hugged her tightly and sobbed.   A minute later Camille arrived, puffing.  I had contacted Valerie, who sent over a doctor to document things, and the local police.  I told Camille that they were on the way.  Camille just looked around, a bit dazed, but getting angrier and angrier.

Suddenly she exclaimed, “Damn!  We haven’t had a fuck-up like this in ten years.  How the hell did those two pass the foster screening?”  She kept pacing while muttering and cursing.

Jane had followed Camille, and was standing off to the side, probably deciding what to do.  She finally gathered up Charlene’s clothes and handed them to Tami who helped Charlene get dressed.  Charlene looked over at her and asked, “Who are you?”

“Your cousin, Jane.”

“M-My cousin?  But I don’t have any cousins.”

“You have a lot of cousins, you have a very large family in fact.  All centered around our Grandpa here.”  She gestured at me.

“Our Grandpa?  I have a grandpa?”  She gasped.  She looked at me, “You are my grandpa?”

“Sure am, honey.”  She detached from Tami and ran over to hug me tightly. 

She immediately nuzzled in and said, “Hmmm, you smell nice.”  That, combined with a quick DNA scan confirmed that she was my granddaughter.  I deliberately didn’t make any changes or fixes since the doctor hadn’t arrived yet.  There were no emergencies that I saw.

At that point the doctor came in and greeted Camille.  “I hear that there is a patient for me?”

“Yeah, Rennie, a girl over there with her grandfather.”  She gestured over at me.

The doctor took one look and said, “Mr. Malloy! Sir!”

“You know him?”

“Yeah! He owns the clinic!”

“Well, that explains a few things.  Anyway, you need to do a full kit on the girl.”

“Wonderful,” said Dr. Rennie sarcastically, giving the two who were unconscious a dirty look.  She came over and I said to Charlene, “Honey, the doctor here needs to give you an exam, okay?”

Charlene didn’t say anything for a minute, then nodded.  She quickly said, “But only if Grandpa is there!”

Dr. Rennie nodded.  Because they were so common, rape kits were often done on site, a big change in the last few decades.  The doctor led her into the bedroom, laid out a disposable cover as to not allow contaminates, and had Charlene get undressed and lay back on it.  A few minutes later and a couple of hand squeezes it was over.  The doctor, long working at Thrupp clinics said, “You can do your thing now, sir.”

I nodded, then I quickly went over the girl, repairing all the damage and redoing all the upgrades that had been diluted over two generations.  The doctor commented as she saw all the scrapes disappear, “It is amazing how you guys can do that.”

While Charlene was putting her clothes back on, the doctor and I pulled over the cover and put it in a medical waste bag along with all the used swabs.  Charlene was feeling a lot better, so I told her to go talk to her cousin.  The doctor had to wait for the police so that she could transfer the kit, maintaining the chain of evidence; so we went to talk to Camille.  Tami had produced two sets of zip cuffs from her fanny pack and had cuffed the two from the apartment.  The police still hadn’t arrived.

Camille was repeating, “Damn,” and “Oh, my god,” over and over as she chewed her lower lip.  I think she was expecting me to sue.  I said, “I am not going to sue, but I want a thorough investigation of why the vetting failed.”

She looked at me and said, “You had better believe there will be an investigation.  This hasn’t happened in over ten years.”

At that point the police arrived.  They burst in with their guns drawn.  We all looked at them in disbelief.  The senior partner looked around and said, “Stand down.”  They holstered their weapons.  Some quick questions and he radioed in for a detective.  The patrol officers had taken 42 minutes to get there, but the detectives only took 11 minutes.

They questioned everyone.  The couple flex-cuffed tried to bluff their way out of it, but neither Camille nor I would stand for that.  I did learn that Tami had police credentials; she was on detached duty for the Police Department back home.  Apparently something that Leslie had arranged a long time ago.  In that fanny pack of hers she had a gold shield.  There were no doubts as to her account of the events.

The detectives let her gather her things, then we took her to the local clinic.  Valerie and Raven still ran the place and were out in front waiting when we arrived.  Jane, being diplomatic said, “Charlene, these are two of your aunts, Valerie and Raven.”

Charlene had big eyes but gave them each a quick hug.  Then she returned to me and attached herself to my side.  We led her inside to the elevators and hit the penthouse button.  We got out, greeted the EBs and then took the second elevator up to the apartment.

A room had been prepared, and we showed Charlene to it.  She collapsed on the bed and was asleep in two shakes.

We had to stay in New York for a few days until the arraignment.  The two of them accepted the plea deal.  We flew Charlene back with us to our home compound.  Within a few days she fit right in with her cousin aunts; running around with the herd.  A week after she arrived she climbed into bed with me and snuggled down on my chest.  Two nights later I awoke to her pole sitting as she climaxed over and over, finally collapsing to the side in exhaustion with a big smile and a sigh.

Two months after she had joined us I asked her what had happened to her grandmother; why she went from billions to spend to nothing in just a few years.  She was surprised, she had never known that her grandma had been so rich.  I had my girls investigate, and Charlene and I both learned that it had all been stolen by an unscrupulous corporate attorney.  He had transferred all her money to his account in the Grand Caymans, leaving her broke.  She hadn’t even had the money to file a lawsuit.  Charlene and I looked at each other, she did.  Zandy happily worked with a New York law firm to charge Frank Horwly, the attorney, with a civil suit.  Fortunately the twenty five year statute of limitations still had two years on it.

Horwly spent millions on a defense, but the evidence was clear, my EBs easily uncovering the banking records, even in the Grand Caymans.  Charlene was awarded 6.7 billion dollars, the total stolen plus several million for pain and suffering.  After the verdict, two police detectives walked into the courtroom and arrested Horwly for fraud.  The second trial, with a public defender, didn’t last long.  He got thirty years.  He had spent two billion of the money, so Charlene only got 4.1 billion.  She really didn’t care, she was just happy that the bastard was in prison.

Zandy came to me after the trial.  “Master, Amy and I have a request.”

“Sure.  What is it?”

“A college friend of ours, Carmine Singer, is very ill.  We would like to give her a rejuv.  We had lost track of her, but it turns out that she is senior partner in the law firm that we worked with in New York.”

“Of course.  Is there a reason you came to me rather than to Valerie or Raven who are local there?”

She just gave me a puzzled look and said, “You are the Master.”

That was an interesting response.  I said, “Okay.  How sick is she, will she last until the next area visit in three weeks, or do we need to do this now?”

“She is in the hospital, suffering from micro-strokes.”

“So now it is.  You and I are heading for New York.  Tell Amy to meet us there.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.”

“Can the formality.  You and I know better.”

She grinned.  “Yes Tom.”  She scurried off.

We arrived in New York two hours later.  Amy arrived from Aspen fifteen minutes after that.  It was nice how fast travel was these days.  I gave Amy a big hug and kiss.  She was hot and sexy and she knew it, considering our latest daughter had been born only two weeks before.  She wore the latest fashion, which included a mesh top with nothing under it.  I really loved the new fashions. 

Valerie and Raven had sent a couple of SUVs.  We all got in the second one.  The drive over to Mt. Sinai didn’t take long, we had a priority license so were able to take the fast lanes.  The problem was when we went into the hospital and asked to see Carmine Singer.  The receptionist’s computer beeped, and she asked me, “Are you Tom Malloy?”

“Yes.”

“I am sorry, but I cannot allow you into the hospital.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, but you are on the list of people not allowed in this facility.  Please leave, sir.”

“Is anyone with me prohibited as well?”

“No, sir.”

I turned to Zandy and Amy.  “Go see your friend.”  I looked over at the EBs, “Send a bodyguard with them.”  The head EB nodded and one of them stepped forward.  I looked at the lady.  “I don’t think you know who you are dealing with, but I will leave.”  I turned and left with Tami and the rest of the EBs.  As soon as we were outside, I told the head EB, “Find out what is going on.”  She nodded and began muttering into her ear-bug.

We waited by the SUVs for fifteen minutes until she said, “The hospital lawyer says that you are prohibited because there is an arrest warrant out on you for practicing medicine without a license.”

“What?  I have always been careful to specify to everyone that I am not a doctor.”  I had three undergrad degrees, three masters, but no doctorate.

“I don’t know the specifics, sir.  The charge is being checked in the database.”  She waited a minute, then said, “Apparently it was filed here in New York nine months ago.”  That was during the first Horwly trial.  Now I knew where it came from.  We had to get Carmine out of the hospital; then she could figure out what to do.

I blinked up a connection to Zandy.  “Yes, boss?”

“How is she doing?”

“Not good.  She can’t talk and her eyes aren’t tracking.  I don’t think she is aware.”

“Any family there?”

“Her daughter Irene.”

“Convince her to move her mother to the clinic.  I need Carmine’s help, apparently there is a warrant out on me.”

“Damn.  I will try.”

While she was doing that, I called Valerie.  “Honey, either you or your sister get over here.”

“Yes, dad.”

Twenty minutes later Raven arrived.  After a big hug, we quickly filled her in.  “Raven, you need to go in and fix Carmine’s mind, don’t to the rejuv yet, at least externally, but she needs to be able to sign herself out of the hospital.”

“Yes, dad.”  She turned and marched in, an EB bodyguard at her side.  Twenty minutes later I had a phone call. 

It was Carmine.  “I understand that you got me going again.”

“It’s what I do.”

“Zandy here tells me that she arranged a full rejuv like she and Amy have.  Is that true?”

“Yes.”

“And that you just found out about some legal charges here in New York?”

“Yes.”

“I think we have a deal.”

“Agreed.”  She knew that the rejuv had no contingencies, but her pride made it so she had to offer something.  I could understand that.

An hour later she was wheeled out in a chair by Amy.  She was followed by a startlingly beautiful woman in her 40s and three drop dead sexy teenage girls who were constantly murmuring into their ear-bugs.

Carmine was a bit fragile at 86.  We helped her into one of the SUVs, then the rest of us piled in to that one and the other.  Soon we were unloading at the Clinic.  We wheeled her over and up to the penthouse, everyone following.  The middle aged women said to Carmine, “Mom, I sure hope you know what you are doing.”  The teen girls were excited, but trying to hide it.  They were also making eyes at me, after all I didn’t look much older than they were.

We went through the security check, then up to the apartment.  I turned Carmine off, then Raven and I manhandled her onto a bed.  She wasn’t very heavy.  Raven sent an EB to grab a rack of ribs, then we got started.  I worked on the head while she started at the toes, similar to what Sara and I had done for Gertie 39 years before.

I added a lot of mass back into the brain, reversing the neural pruning.  Then I rejuved the rest of her face and head to her natural 18 year old appearance.  I saw where her daughter got it.  She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.  And that is something considering I am surrounded by beautiful girls 24/7.  I moved on to her neck, Raven had slowed down because she had to remove a plastic hip.  I made the EB changes, then moved on to the arms, fixing them up like new as well.  Raven was working on the breasts as I fixed up the upper chest.  We flipped her and rejuved the back.  Nice ass as well.  Rolling her back I tapped her awake.

I stepped back putting my arm around each of the teen girls in turn.  They were so fascinated with how their grandmother had changed, they didn’t even notice as I made the EB changes in them, including the exclusivity changes.  I put my hand on the daughter’s shoulder and, keeping her appearance intact, pushed in all the internal EB changes.  I set her to slowly age backwards over the next few months or so until she was 19.  To cover I said, “She should be waking up in a minute.”  She nodded.

Sure enough, a minute later Carmine sat up and said, “Holy Crap!”  She looked down at her 18 year old body and said, “You really did it!  Wow!”  She got up, and unsteadily went to the mirror on the wall, getting used to her changed center of balance.

She spent a good ten minutes examining herself, her daughter and granddaughters oohing and aahing along with her.  Zandy and Amy just stood to the side and watched, smiling.  Carmine turned to the two of them and said, “Zagnuts”.  The three of them were rolling on the floor laughing almost instantly.  Must have been quite the inside joke.  It took them almost five minutes to recover, panting and tearing up in giggles.

Then it was like a switch had been hit.  She turned to me all serious and said, “As soon as I find some clothes, let’s take a look at these charges, Mr. Malloy.”

“I am sure Raven has something that will fit you.”  Valerie was too small.  “And call me Tom.”  I flashed her my best smile.

She smiled back but said, “Save the charm for court, Tom.”

An EB came in with a nice lady’s business suit and handed it to Carmine.  She started dressing.  “I am thinking clearer now than in years.  Let me go over the notes again.”  She finished dressing, took the old style paper folder with printouts of the charges, and started reading.  She glanced up once and commented, “Now that I am young again, I suppose I will need to get one of those awful ear-bug thingies, but that can wait.”  Then she went back to studying.  She closed it twenty minutes later.  Glancing over at me she said, “What is your side of this?”

“I have never claimed to be a doctor of any sort.  I am a Registered Nurse, and I take my required credits to maintain the certification.  I do own the Thrupp clinic, and there are doctors who work for me there.”

“According to the charges, there are witnesses to you saying you are a doctor.”

“I don’t see how, I have been very careful about that over the last 60 years.”  I looked at Tami, “Tami, have you ever heard me call myself a doctor?”

“Only once, Sir.  You told Betsy Poe you were one during the Hurricane Sally cleanup.”

I commented, “Tami has been my personal bodyguard for 48 years.  She would know.  I remember that; Betsy was six years old, and I told her that to help calm her down after her family was wiped out.”

Carmine commented, “I don’t think that Betsy could be a witness.  That was too long ago.  I would have to have been in the last ten years or so.”

“Sorry, I have only been here to the New York clinic five times in the last ten years, not counting now.  The last time was to pick up my granddaughter Charlene.  She was the one who successfully sued a corrupt attorney named Frank Horwly for the money he had stolen from her grandmother.  During this time his multi-million lawyer dream team came up with this charge, I assume anyway.”

“Don’t assume anything.  It could just as easily been because your name was in the newspapers.  Remember, my firm represented you so I know the details of the suit and I would think that a desperate man like that would have used the charges against you if they knew about them.”  She glanced down at the folder.  “I think the only way we will find out is with discovery.”  We both knew that I needed to turn myself in for that.

“So how do I do that?  Walk down to the local station, or what?”

“After I arrange things with the DA, yes.”

“By the way, the local station is downstairs.”

“Then stay here quietly until I talk to my connections at the DA’s office.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She grinned and said, “I’ll get back to you in a few hours.”  She scurried out, her daughter and granddaughters behind her.

A few hours later she returned, without the tagalongs.  “I have discussed it with the DA.”  At my raised eyebrow she went on, “They want you to go in tomorrow to talk, but the actual charges are dropped.  What that means is that someone got excited and went overboard before, and now they are on a face saving fishing exhibition.  Let me do the talking tomorrow.”

I nodded.

The next day we marched up the stairs of the courthouse.  It looked exactly like it did in all the TV shows.  After going through security, Carmine led us to a small conference room.  Waiting were two men in cheap suits.  We sat down across from them.

They identified themselves as ADAs Ron Burroughs and Xavier Dunn.  Then we sat in silence for a minute.  Finally Carmine said, “Gentlemen, you called this meeting...”

Ron said, “Ahem, well, ...”  He glanced at Xavier.  “We would like to officially apologize.  We had a corrupt ADA that would trump up charges for bribes.”

Carmine said, “I hope your corrupt ADA is behind bars.”

“Oh, yes!  And a full review is being done of her cases.  Unfortunately there is a backlog of thousands, and we had not got to your case yet, Mr. Malloy.  Otherwise we would not be here today.”

I exchanged glances with Carmine.  “Then I officially accept.  However, I do think you need to speed things up.  The delays caused by that warrant could have cost Ms. Singer here her life.  If there hadn’t been another medical technician available, she would be dead now.”

Xavier said, “We will talk to our boss.”  They shook our hands.

As we were leaving, Carmine said, “Not a word.”  When we got back to the clinic, we deliberately went through the bug zapper at the security point.  Six bugs were found and fried on me, two on Carmine.

She commented, “I figured as much.  The meeting was a pretence to plant listening devices on us.  Those idiots just wasted a half mil’ of city funds.”

“Wow, I would really like to see that warrant.  What reason could they have to plant those bugs?”

“I can’t think of anything unless there is a larger investigation that we don’t know anything about.”

“The only larger investigations that I have ever had were from the DOE and the Vatican.”

“What were the circumstances?”

“The DOE was after my family because the DOE claims there was a rogue killer who generated the same energy profile that we do when we heal people.  They seem to think that it means that we will run around killing people with a touch as well.  We had a restraining order against them that expired 13 years ago.  As for the Vatican, they investigated the healing ability as a miracle.  They determined that the gift of healing was the miracle, not what we did with it.  I personally know the Pope and I am sure he isn’t involved.”

I thought for a minute, “We have worked closely with the DEA and CBP in the past, and we rescued the president from an assassination attempt right here in the Bronx 18 years ago.  That is about the limit of our government involvement.  Of course, we are a multinational operation, so they could find fault with all our clinics around the world.  Depends on how much 20th century cold war paranoia someone has.”

“Hmmm, none of those sound like they would be the cause for this.  The DOE sounds most likely, but I don’t think so.  I remember that case, it made the law journal, and I don’t think the DOE wants another black eye.  The only way we will know is if I complain to the court about the listening devices and get a copy of the warrant.”  She added, “Remember, there were two on me as well, and that pisses me off.”  She gathered up her purse, which had been thoroughly searched and bug zapped, and took off.

The next day, in late afternoon, she was back with the warrant.  “Boy were they embarrassed and angry,” she said, “They wanted their bugs back.  When I handed them the blackened shells, they were really pissed.  I told them that they were automatically destroyed as we entered the building here.  That embarrassed them a bit.  The judge chewed them out for wasting city resources.”  She handed me the old style paper warrant.

I took one look and said, “You have got to be kidding.”

“No, this is a photocopy of the original warrant.”

“But, Sexual Discrimination?”

“Apparently some guy complained.”

“But the only people we have hired here in New York are for the clinics, and that is equal opportunity hiring.  The building is run by labor from our home clinic, while all female, it is from outside the state of New York.”

“So the only hiring done was for the clinics?  So this is a standard discrimination suit.  I wonder why they are so worked up?  Usually the state doesn’t get involved in these things, it is usually a class action lawsuit.”

“Maybe the complainant is a relative of an ADA, and it is cheaper this way.”

“But planting a bug?  That is extreme even for these guys.”

“Then when other possibilities have been eliminated, the truth is the only thing remaining.  The whole thing is a ruse for something else.  I think it is time to get Ester involved.”

“Ester?”

“Head of my external security.  Former FBI.”

“Ah.”

I turned to Tami and asked, “Tami, could you please call Ester and tell her that she is needed here?  Fill her in on the way.”

“Yes, sir.”

An hour later, Ester walked in.  “Sir, I have checked with my contacts.  The end person behind this is Jason Downing, President of Rolling Pharmaceuticals.”

Carmine commented, “Really?”

“Apparently, ADA Xavier Dunn and Judge Chang Xu are on the Rolling payroll as ‘consultants’.  Rolling is upset that the use of cancer drugs has decreased over 40% in the last twenty years.  They have traced that to the clinics and you.”

I asked, “Do you have any hard evidence of that, or is it all from CIs?”

“Unfortunately, it is all from CIs and field agents.”

I hadn’t known she had field agents like that.  Interesting.  I said, “We can’t go to the FBI because several senators are in Rolling’s pocket as well.”  There recently had been several scandals with Senators sticking their nose into FBI investigations.

Ester looked thoughtful.  “Maybe we can.  If we go to the OPR (Office of Professional Responsibility), which is the FBI’s IA division, they keep clear of senatorial interference.”

Carmine said, “Another alternative is to release it all to the press.  Once out in the open, no politician will go near Rolling.  The evidence is weak to non-existent, but this is politics.”

I said, “Let’s start with the OPR, and if we don’t get results, go with the press.  I am sick of being attacked because I’m the good guy.”

The next day we took the bullet down to DC and marched into the OPR offices.  They had recently moved to their own building, so we parked and just went in and asked to talk to an agent.  The agent listened for a bit, then called in a supervisor.  We laid out what we had for her.  When we mentioned how Rolling had their inside people bug us, she got very interested.  We showed her the bogus warrant.  She and Ester had a long technical conversation, at one point they both let off a few squeals of recognition as they discussed professional contacts.  Apparently Ester’s misuse of resources and the fact she took responsibility for it and quit afterwards was still used as an example at FLETC.  As an OPR officer, she could appreciate that.  In the end, she agreed to look into it and let Ester know through back channels what was going on.  They parted with a small hug as we left.

Apparently there was already a full investigation of Rolling going on.  Our case was thrown in with the rest.  Six months later, indictments were handed out, most of the executives at Rolling, plus a dozen civil servants, including the corrupt ADA and Judge from New York.

On the side, Carmine asked, “Did you do something to my daughter?”

“I just reset her system like yours, but let it naturally work, why?”

“Because she and I look like 19 year old twins now.”

“Wow, I would love to see that.  I’ll be out in a few days for the omnibus hearing, why don’t we have a get together, celebrate six months of being young.  I’ll have Zandy and Amy come as well.”

“You’re on.”

Four days later I was dancing with Charlotte, Carmine’s daughter.  She was murmuring, “You smell so wonderful!” while she snuggled against me.  Like her mother, she was so beautiful it almost hurt.  She rubbed her belly against my hard-on and snuggled in deeper.  After the song, I sat back on a couch and she snuggled into my lap, sighing.  Her mother had done the same twenty minutes before, and her daughters were eagerly waiting grouped around me and their mom.  Zandy and Amy were off the side grinning.  They really loved it when their Master claimed new girls, especially when it was friends.

When I headed to my room an hour later, they all followed like ducklings.  Starting with Carmine, then Charlotte, then the three granddaughters, I slid in as they squealed in delight, then left each of them passed out next to each other after back arching seizure like orgasms and a large cream pie each.  It was amazing how perfect each of them was, and how much they looked alike, even down to a small birthmark on the left side of their right breasts.  I dozed off with a couple of them snuggling up to me.  I awoke to a group blowjob from the three real teens while their mom and grandmom snuggled up at my sides.

During breakfast out on the main balcony, where the girls, all five of them, kept peering over the side in astonishment, I asked Carmine, “Out of curiosity, what did the junior partners do when they learned you weren’t going to die off and leave them the firm?”

She grimaced, “I had to lay off six of them, and we had to buy out one of the full partners.  I am glad you gave me my youthful energy back along with my youthful appearance, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the workload.  This is the first real break I have had in the last six months.”

Charlotte said, “No kidding, Mom.  At this rate you will wear yourself out and be an old lady again.”

“I know.  Last week I put out the call for new paralegals and junior partners.  I am hoping to get some good ones.”

I commented, “Good.  But for reference, none of you here will ever be old ladies.  You will either stop aging or maintain your age at 19 for the rest of your life.”

Sandy, the youngest at 14, immediately said, “But if we don’t age, we’ll never develop all the old age things that eventually kill us, like strokes, or Alzheimer’s, or heart disease.  We could live forever.”  She was one smart cookie.

I grinned, “Theoretically.”

Sandy thoughtfully said, “I am not sure that I want to live forever.  Everyone around me will grow old and die.  Heck, whole civilizations could disappear and reappear.  It scares me.”  Holy shit, she was unbelievably smart.

I looked at her and said, “Well, I plan on living a millennia or so, then let my descendants carry on.  I have thought about the same thing you just mentioned, and it scares me too.  But I like to live with the glass half full.”  She nodded.

I looked at Charlotte, “Wow, is she smart.”

“Yeah, I know.  But she only gets average grades in school.  I think she is sloughing off so that she can stay with her friends.”  Sandy looked indignant and embarrassed at the same time.

I said to Sandy, “I’ll have to introduce you to some of my daughters and granddaughters; they usually graduate at 14 and have their bachelor’s degree by 17.  Heck, you know Valerie and Raven, they both had their degrees when they founded Thrupp Clinics at 18.  Raven’s small clinic in Albuquerque she gave to another sister when she came here to help Valerie with this one because of the size.”

Desperate to change the subject, Sandy asked, “How many of these clinics do you have anyway?”

“269. If you count the mobile ones and the space station, 292.”

“Mobile ones?”

“Clinics built into giant RVs that roam the countryside in poor countries.”

“Valid.”  I guess that was the modern version of ‘Cool’.

Her sisters and mom were a little behind on the conversation, but it seemed that they were used to that.  Carmine appeared to be keeping up.

Sandy asked, “So how old are you anyway?”

“Seventy Seven as of June.”

“Valid.  You sure don’t act like it.”

“I went undercover as a 13 year old a few years back and learned all the modern body language.  I bet that I seem like I’m in my early 20s.”

“Yeah.  So what is the biggest change that you like?”

No hesitation, “Mesh T’s for the girls.”

Carmine snorted.  Charlotte smiled.  The three younger girls looked puzzled so I explained, “A girl always had to keep herself fully covered when I grew up.  All the nipples pointed at me these days are really sexy.  I guess I am just a purvey old man.”

Sally, Sandy’s middle sister, commented, “Maybe we like purvey,” and flashed me a million watt smile.  She was wearing one of the aforementioned mesh shirts.  The oldest sister, Sunny, just grinned and nodded, her skimpy top didn’t cover much more.  Both of their nips were hard as rock.

I looked over at Charlotte, “You never said, what do you do for a living?”

“Well, the first time I looked like this, I was one of the top models in New York.”

Sally and Sunny said in chorus, “What? You never said anything!”

Sandy commented, “That explains a lot of things.”

“Yeah, it made a lot of money, but after a while it wasn’t much fun.  Then I met your father, and quit to have you three.  Best decision I ever made.  I worked for fifteen years as office manager at your Grandmother’s firm, but when she semi-retired for health reasons, I was ousted by the partners and moved to work at legal-aid as an office manager there, where I am now.  Doesn’t pay all that well, but the work is fulfilling.”

Sandy asked, “Do you really have a clinic on the space station?”

“Sure do.  One of my daughters, Zenon, grew up on the station.  She is about your age.”

“Valid!”  Her eyes were big and she was almost quivering in excitement.

“Tell you what.  You apply yourself in school, and as a graduation present I’ll send you to visit for a few weeks.”

“Talking?”  I guess that meant ‘Really’.

“Yes, Talking.”

She squeaked, literally squeaked, clenched her fists and started bouncing in her chair.  I looked over at Charlotte and commented, “That should provide some motivation.”

“I should hope so.  She is a real space nut.  She is the only girl I know with posters of shuttles and earthrise on her room walls.”

“Hmmm, if she likes it, then maybe she could do her pre-grad and/or post-grad work there too.  I know that Zenon is planning to do so.  Heck, 80% of the people on the station have doctorates, so tutoring isn’t an issue.”  I looked over at Sandy and said, “This is all contingent on you stopping slacking off in school, of course.  With your brains, I expect you to graduate within two years at most, and if you apply yourself, you could do so by the end of this year, especially with how bad education is these days.”

She just nodded excitedly, still bouncing and clenching her fists, occasionally squealing.  Sunny rolled her eyes and said, “Great, now she will spend all of her time studying.  We’ll never see her.”  She was grinning as she said it though.

Raven walked into the room.  “Good morning.”  Everyone murmured a reply.

I asked, “What have you been up to?”  She looked a bit dusty.

“I was helping clean out penthouse six.  I don’t think Sol Giovanni will be using it anymore.”  Sol Giovanni was the grandson of Vinni Giovanni who was the original apartment holder.  Vinni had been one of the original ones bribed so we could get the construction done on the clinic.  Sol had been shot in a drive-by several months ago.  He had no heirs, and the penthouse was unofficial, so no one knew about it.

I said, “No I don’t think so either.”  I glanced over at Carmine and her family.  “Do you have anyone to move in yet?”

“No.  That makes three of the penthouses empty now.  Soon to be four, Sasha Renikov is in his 90s and has no family.  Bit of a grumpy recluse too.”

I nodded and said, “Carmine, would you and your brood like one?  They are identical to this one I believe.  Plenty big enough for five.”

She thought for a minute.  “Yes, I believe I will.  I have a nice Manhattan apartment, but I have lived there for nearly forty years.  Time for a new place.  New life, new place.”  She gestured down at her new body.  She looked over at Charlotte, “Honey, I would love if you joined me on this new adventure, but I understand if you want to stay independent.”

“Mom, I am going to lose my apartment in a few months anyway, I lost my nice high paying job, remember?  I will gladly accept.”

Now Sally and Sunny had joined Sandy with clenched fists and bouncing in their chairs while squeaking.  Apparently they liked the idea.

That spring, by god if Sandy didn’t do it.  She completed high school in one school year.  Carmine and Charlotte were both eight months pregnant as well.  Sandy asked if she could put off her graduation trip until after the babies were born.  I agreed.

Carmine and Charlotte both gave birth to beautiful little girls, Ester and Emily.  A week later, Sandy was on the shuttle up to the station along with two of my daughters, one from Russia and one from Tokyo, who were also taking it as a graduation trip.  Apparently they joined up with Zenon, and the four of them managed to arrange semi-permanent positions on the station, having one of the scientists there work with Zandy remotely to do the paperwork and establish the first university campus in space.

I had a call from the station commander about it, and I agreed to back the school.  As a bit of a geek myself, I happily created a 500 million dollar endowment which provided ten million a year to the school for funding.  That covered token pay for the scientists to teach and life support for up to 20 students.  Since there was already officially a Malloy University that had been started thirty years ago by Alicia for EBs to get their degrees, we called it officially a Malloy University Remote Campus.  Everyone unofficially called it Space College.  As part of the politics involved, ten slots were immediately taken up by the children and siblings of station members, the first non-family Malloy University students.  The remaining six slots were rotation slots taken up by Malloy University students taking a semester above.  The clinic EB staff happily doubled up their duties taking care of the non-teaching aspects of the university.  Since it was a ‘University’, there were both under and post graduate studies.

The station itself had been added onto, the 1G section expanded.  The arboretums were huge, about four acres each.  The width of the arboretums was matched all the way around making the station a cylinder a half kilometer in diameter.  There was already discussion about closing in the ends and pressurizing the whole thing.

Chapter 77

I was doing my rounds at the home clinic when I heard sniffles coming from one of the exam rooms.  Peering in, I saw Gertie One quietly sobbing in a corner.  I went in and hugged her.  She collapsed against me and continued subbing.  After a while I asked, “Gertie, Honey, what is wrong?”

“T-today’s my 144th birthday.  I was just thinking about everyone who I had ever known outside of my family is long dead.  Everyone I went to school with; every one of my friends; everyone I was in the MASH unit with; everyone!”  She started sobbing again.

I saw a letter in her hand.  I took it and looked inside.  She was the last remaining Korean War vet left alive.  There was to be a special ceremony in Washington, and she was invited.  That was sobering.

I said quietly, “As long as you are alive, it will not be the forgotten war.  I think you should put on your 120 year old uniform and march into that ceremony.”

She sniffled, then grinned, then started giggling.  “Two problems with that.”

“What are they?”

“One, I look like I am 18 years old, not 144.” 

“Well, you can prove who you are, just tell them you got a rejuv.  The secret is a bit open at this point anyway.  And we need the advertising.  What is the other problem?”

“My uniforms have been on display at the historical society for the last seventy years.”

We both started laughing.

In the end, we had a tailor recreate the uniform, the original was too fragile.  He did a good job; Gertie put it on, and complained, “Damn, it even itches in the same spot as the original!”  It fit her perfectly.  She still had her dog tags, which she tucked under her blouse.  It was uncanny, two of our daughters and Liz who were coming with us to the memorial, stared slack-jawed with me at the vision of a piece of history.  Her hair was even tied up.  Sandra, her youngest at 11, said, “Wow Mom!  You look like something from the history channel!”

Gertie smiled and said sardonically, “I AM something from the history channel.”  She looked into the full length mirror.  “Wow is right.  This is unbelievable.  They are going to shit a brick when I walk in.”

Gertie had called ahead and told the event people that the reason she was still alive was that she had had a rejuv.  She explained that it was a cloned body (our standard fib) and she looked a lot younger than her age.  The event people were actually excited over the prospect, but they had no concept that Gertie would look EXACTLY like she did in 1952.  The event coordinator, a woman named Sarah, was actually surprised to be talking that energetically with a 144 year old woman.  Gertie, wanting it to be a surprise, used an old phone without the video component, after all, that is what an old lady would use.

We flew into Washington, waiting were Sarah and several other people.  Gertie walked off the plane in her full dress uniform.  They all dropped their jaws.  Sarah looked down at a photo in her hand, and then looked back up.  “I don’t believe it!” she exclaimed.

Gertie grinned, “I didn’t expect you to.  Shall we compare ten cards?”  The Korean War was forty years before the DNA registration database, so a ten card was the only way.

Sarah said, “Not meaning any disrespect, ma’am, I think we have to.”

“Lead on.  I suppose the nearest police station or airport security would have a fingerprint scanner.”

Airport security took Gertie’s fingerprints and did an AFIS search.  Up popped Gertie Donovan, Major, U.S. Army Nurse Corps 1952-1954, Retired, DOB: May 6, 1931, Wichita, Kansas.  The picture was a match to the one Sarah held.  Gertie took one look and said, “Dang it, I have been trying to get them to fix that for over a century!  I was born in 1932, not 1931!”

Sarah and her group looked a bit weak at the knees.  “How on earth... you said that you got a rejuv?  That is one hell of a rejuv!”

“Yeah, I know.  I expected this; that is why I turned down the military escort that you suggested.  I knew that we would be spending some time verifying who I am.”

“The thing is... I don’t know what to do!  If we troll you out at the ceremony, we will be a laughingstock, but it really is you!”

“Go ahead.  I will make everything clear in my speech.”

“Okay, Major.”

“Hmmm, Major.  I like that; I haven’t been called that since before your grandmother was born.”

The man standing next to Sarah said, “You realize, Major Donovan, that you are the oldest living person on the planet?  Also the oldest in recorded history?”

Gertie said, “Yeah, I know.  Depressing isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t say that.  I would say it is inspiring.”

Gertie gave him a look and said, “You and I are going to have a long talk later.”  She turned to Sarah and gestured at us. “By the way, this is my boyfriend Tom, three of my daughters, and our bodyguard Tami.”  There were six undercover EBs in the crowd as well, but that was complicated.

As Sarah stood speechless again thinking about a 144 year old woman with an 11 year old daughter, Gertie giggled and said, “Let’s get the show on the road.”

As we settled into the limo outside, another of the people with Sarah said, “Hi, I’m Yutta Reinhaus.  I’m doing my thesis on the Korean War and would like to talk to you about it.”  Gertie nodded and they discussed the war for the rest of the ride.

Since Gertie didn’t need to rest up, we went straight to the Korean War Memorial.  It was a bit spooky with the statues throughout the garden of the soldiers.  Gertie immediately went to the wall.  She found a name, Dr. Robert Donovan, Jr., U.S. Army.  She touched it and said quietly, “This was my husband for 50 years.  He died 62 years ago.  We met in Korea.”

“Soon after the allies were pushed back to Pusan, he proposed, and we were married when we returned to the states after the war.  I was almost fifty when Liz was born.  It was quite the surprise; that was considered too old to have children at the time.”  She smiled.  “Bob and I were a very happy couple.  He died in 2004 and I don’t remember much after that until Liz arranged for my rejuv in 2022.  I met Tom and have had six wonderful girls since then.”

A little girl about six saw Gertie in her uniform and came over.  “Were you in the war?”

“Why, yes I was.”

“I thought so, your clothes look like Bugs Bunny’s!”

Gertie started laughing.  “Yes they do!  That is very smart of you to notice.”

“Thank you.  But why do they look so different than the other soldier’s clothes?”  She pointed at the honor guard.

“Because this war was a long time ago, and the uniform has changed.  They are wearing the new one and I am wearing the old one.”

“Oh!”  She nodded.  “Thank you.”  She skipped off back to her family who were looking over some of the names.

We went and took our seats.  Gertie was up on the platform in the row of chairs.  They started, and the speaker said, “...and this year, we have a special guest, Major Gertrude Donovan, U.S. Army Nurse Corps, the last living Korean War veteran.”

The clapping started, but became hesitant as Gertie took the podium.  She smiled and said, “I’ll bet that most of you are thinking that I am an actor.  I am not.  I had a rejuv job a few years ago.  I am the real Gertie Donovan.”  There were a few raised eyebrows.

She went on, “I am here today because I am the last surviving person who remembers the forgotten war.  That is sad, because in a way, it is a forgotten war.  Like the later Vietnam, it was a war that was a product of the cold war, which could be called the largest forgotten war ever.  There isn’t even a memorial to the cold war.”

“But we are here today to pay tribute to those of us who went to war for an ideal.  That ideal was freedom.  Freedom for a people that no one even knew or had ever even heard of.  Korea wasn’t even on most high school wall maps.  That is hard to understand today; when everything you want to know is at your fingertips.  That wasn’t the case then.”

She went on, describing life in the U.S. and Korea in 1950.  She concluded with a simple, “Thank you for listening.”

There was light applause, I think many people were still confused over who she was.

Afterward at the mixer, a reporter came over and asked, “Are you the real Major Gertrude Donovan?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Then you must be, like, 140 years old.”

“Actually 144 as of last month.”

“That is a bit hard to believe.  You said that you had a rejuv.  What is a ‘rejuv’?”

Gertie gave her a look of askance.  “Do you really not know, or are you just digging?”

Startled, she said, “Both, actually.”

“Okay then, a rejuv is a slang term for a medical treatment that makes you young again.  In my case, this body was a clone of my original.”

“Wow, I didn’t know technology like that existed.”

“I have been told that it has been around now for over sixty years.  Very, very expensive though.”

“How expensive?”

“Well into nine figures.”  The current price for a rejuv was $250 Million.  I told her not to advertise the immortality which was still a bargain at a cool Billion.

“Very expensive then.  How did you afford it?”

“Let’s just say I got it as part of my health plan at work.  That’s enough on that.  You should be able to write a nice juicy article with what I’ve given you.”

“No one except the tabloids will buy it, though.”

“Even though there is proof?  They even checked my fingerprints.  I am who I say I am.”

A week later, the article came out in Reader’s Digest.  The reporter had really done her homework, she even obtained digital copies of Gertie’s original military record somehow.  Probably asked to look at Sarah’s copy, recording it on her ear-bug.  There were beautiful full 3D pictures, probably also taken by her ear-bug.  The reporter given the shit detail to cover the sleepy memorial ceremony got the scoop of the year.

As a consequence, everyone wanted to talk to Gertie.  She kept herself secluded on the estate until someone in the government had a bright idea; they reactivated her and ordered her to the Pentagon.  That wasn’t a maneuver we had foreseen.  Someone had been doing their homework, there was a limitation as to how long after service a person could be reactivated, but there wasn’t any limitation back in 1952 when she signed her original enlistment papers.

I told her to tell them, only when ordered to do so, that I was the one who did the rejuvs, and that she didn’t know how it was done.

I was a little surprised at the hoopla.  After all, Natalie had been making movies, one every five years or so, and was the most famous actress on the planet, rivaling the Duke, Bing Crosby, Natalie Portman, and even Tom Cruise.  She had been playing young adult and teen roles for the last sixty plus years, three generations had been raised on her movies.  Hadn’t anyone noticed?  Maybe they thought it was all Hollywood magic.  And what about all the people we dealt with on a daily basis from all the clinics?  Didn’t they notice that the clinics were staffed with the same 18 year olds year after year?  And heck, the space station was publicly scrutinized, they hadn’t noticed that the young medical staff had been there for over 25 years?  I suppose having Gertie rub their noses in it was what it finally took for them to pull their heads out of the sand.

Carmine sent a junior partner, Bert, who had been a JAG lawyer, to meet us in Washington.  He had examined the original enlistment papers.  He told Gertie, “Basically, you are screwed.  This is unambiguous as you can get.  It is spelled out in plain English that they can recall you at any time for any reason deemed necessary.  No time limit.  Nowadays, no lawyer worth their stuff would let you go within ten feet of a contract like this one.”

“Back when I signed the damned thing, no one actually even read the contract.  You got in line to defend our way of life against the godless communists, and hoped that you passed the physical.  No thought was given for the future.  It was all very patriotic.  I don’t even think I saw the contract after I signed it until today, 122 years later.”

“*snort* Well, I can’t help you much until we see what they want.  We can protest the draft for many reasons, but then we wouldn’t learn what they want.  If it is a fishing expedition like you think, that has been illegal, contract or not, for over a century, but we don’t know that until you report.”

We rented hotel rooms as close to the Pentagon as we could get, then Gertie went in.  Six hours later she was back.  She came in, slammed the door and commented, “What a bunch of assholes.”

She told us what had happened, and showed us the ear-bug footage.  I was amazed that they had allowed her ear-bug at all.  She went in the main entrance.  She had to wait in security for two hours while they hemmed and hawed since her military ID was a century out of date.  They finally let her in and led her to the office of a General Fawler.  She sat in the waiting room for another hour.  Then she was sent in. 

The General let her stand at attention for another five minutes while he shuffled papers.  Then he looked up and said, “At ease, Major.”  She shifted to the standard relaxed stance.  Then he said, “I understand that you fought in the Korean War.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And got a medical treatment to return to youth.”

“Yes, sir.  It is called a rejuv, sir.”

“It is obviously effective.  I have reports from several medical doctors that such a procedure is not possible with current technology.”

She remained silent.

“No comment?”

“You did not ask me a question, sir.”

“Then here is the question, how was the ‘rejuv’ done?”

“I have no idea, sir.  My boss arranged it, I was not conscious at the time.”

“So you went in as an old woman,” he shuffled some papers again, “with severe dementia, and came out as a teenager.  How is that possible?”

“As I said, sir.  I do not know.”

“Anything you can tell us about the procedure?”

“Is that an order, sir?”

“If it must be.”

“Then I was told to say that you need to speak to my boss, Tom Malloy.”

“He told you that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You discussed your orders with him?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why?”

“Sir?  I was required to take leave to come here.  I had to discuss it with my boss.”

“*sigh* Of course.”  He shuffled some more papers, then said, “You are dismissed, Major.”

“Am I still recalled to active duty, Sir?”

“Oh!  No.  Please see my aide for the paperwork.”

She saluted and left.  The aide in the outer office stamped a few forms, tapped a few things in the computer, and then told her that she may leave.

After we watched the recording, the lawyer, Bert, said, “That is so wrong.  There is a reason that it is illegal to do that with modern enlistment contracts.  We could get him fired in no time.”

I commented, “We didn’t learn much, did we?”

Bert said, “Only that your suspicions were correct and that he is a jerk.”

I said, “So what are our options?”

“Well, it appears that Gertie is off the hook.  So, one, we could do nothing and wait for their next move.  Two, we could sue and get the General to put in his papers, that would probably stop them officially.  Three, we could bypass the General and talk to his superiors, who would be the Secretary of the Navy or the President.  Four, we could go public, really public, doing interviews on talk shows, the works.  Five, we could tie this in with the DOE harassment from a while ago and get another restraining order.  That would be similar to suing them.”

I said, “Four is a last resort.  Five would embarrass the military, and I don’t want to do that.  Two I am tempted because that General is a real asshole, but in the end it doesn’t really serve a purpose.  So we are left with One or Three.  Does anyone know how to contact the President?  Is Sandra Thompson still alive?”

Ester said, “She is alive and well.  She lives in Dallas.”

“There is our ‘in’.  She owes me one.  Let’s go see her.”

We called and talked to her social secretary.  Sandra would be happy to see us.  We flew down and soon I was escorted into her den where she was lounging on a large stuffed couch.  She looked up and said, “Young,” then she grinned.

“Good memory.”

“Nice to see you, Tom.  What has it been, 40 years?”  She waved me to a large chair across from her couch.

“41, but who’s counting.  Nice to see you too, Ms. President.”

“Call me Sandy.  Since we really haven’t been all that social over the last few decades, I assume this has to do with that article in Reader’s Digest?”

“Still sharp as a tack, I see.  Yes.  The military has gone bonkers over that article.  Poor Gertie was drafted and forced to go to the Pentagon for questioning.”

“Gertie from the article?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be those dorks at the security gate went nuts when she showed up with a hundred year old military ID.”  She snickered.

“A bit.” I grinned back.

She said, “I see two possible reasons you came to me, either you need some political corners to be cut or you want to use me as a new target.”

A bit puzzled I said, “I admit to the former, but don’t understand the latter.”

“Rejuv me and all the heat from the military will go away.  You will get more political things, like every senator wanting his or her rejuv, but the military wouldn’t be able to do anything if I went to a press conference and just said I got one too.”

“I have no problem with that, if that is what you want.  You were a great President, and have done a lot of philanthropic things since.  All you have to do is ask.  But do you think it would work to get them off my back?”

“I have been the ultimate politician for... many, many years.  It’ll work.”  She grinned, “I almost said, ‘longer than you have been alive’, but I know that is tricky to say around you.”

“You wound me, I am only 81!”  I grinned back.  “Besides, if you do this, people will be saying the same thing about you.  Heck, you never did a second term, you could run again.”

“Now THAT is another whole can of worms.”

“Two questions then.”

“Okay...”

“One, do you want to be young forever, or age naturally?”

“Young forever is what you have isn’t it?”

“Yes.  And what my one and a half-million employees have as well.”

“OMG.  Don’t ever say that again.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I will take that option.”

“Then the other question, do you want it done now, or schedule something?”

“I want it now, but it will work to the plan better if I schedule it.”

“Okay.  How’s your health right now?  Do you need a booster?”

“I am fine.  Whatever you did to me back at that clinic in the Bronx has me healthy as a horse, even at my age.”

“I gave you what I call the law enforcement package.  I designed it for cops.  Extra strength, faster reflexes, fast healing, and a better immune system, including immunity to all known street drugs.  We also gave it to your agents at the time.  Which reminds me, how is Agent Zane?”

“That young pup is still with the service.  He is close to retirement age though.  You could talk to him, he is part of my personal detail and is downstairs.  His instinct for trouble has saved my life many times.”

“I like him.  If he isn’t married or something like that, I’ll rejuv him along with you.  Have an agent who will be with you through thick and thin.”

“If he agrees, I would like that.”

“Okay, do your political stuff.  I’ll be back in how long?  Four days, a week?”

“Make it this weekend.  That’ll give the press three days to do their thing.  I’ll make my announcement tomorrow morning.”

“See you Saturday.  Oh, and have your kitchen stock about fifty pounds of fresh hamburger.”

We shook hands and I left.  The next day it was all over the news, ex-President Thompson would be getting a rejuv.  The press speculated for days.  That Saturday I returned with Sara and driving a truck and carrying a big medical bag for show.  Tami waited in the truck.

Sara shook hands with Sandra. “Sandy, this is Sara, my daughter.”

“Yes, I can see the family resemblance.  You look a lot like Raven, and a little like Valerie.”

“Well, it seems that my dad here has a lot of dominant genes.”

“Heh.  I assume you are here to assist?”

“Yeah.  If Zane was joining this endeavor, then Dad will do him and I will take care of you, except for the face, Dad likes doing faces.”  She grinned.

Sandra smiled, “Sounds good to me, young lady.”  She grinned larger, “I suppose it is the last time I get to call you that.”  Sara smiled back.

Zane came into the room.  He looked pretty good for a 66 year old.  I exchanged a hearty handshake with him.  He said, “So you are doing one of those famous rejuvs, huh?  You know, intellectually I am a bit leery, but my spidey-sense is not going off, and I have learned to trust that with my life.”

I had the pile of hamburger brought up, then locked the door to the suite.  There were two bedrooms, I took Zane to one while Sara took Sandra to the other.  I had Zane undress down to his skivvies, then before he could say anything, I turned him off with a tap.  Catching him, I laid him on the bed, then did a standard rejuv, locking his age at 18.  He looked exactly like I remembered.  Then I turned him back on, but sleeping, then went to help Sara.

Sara had Sandra on the bed and was adding body mass.  She was still in pretty good shape, so Sara wasn’t using as much hamburger as we expected.  I went to work on the head.  I reversed the neural pruning, then pushed the face to the natural look from when she was 18.  Cute, but the nose was too big.  I pared it down a bit, keeping the look but making it smaller.  Now she was downright pretty.  Sara had just redone the breasts, and she had nice B cup puffies.  We each took an arm, then flipped her over and did the back.  Nice ass.  I noticed that Sara was doing the full EB package.  I figured, ‘why not?’ and added the scent/touch enhancements to her brain.  Then, playing matchmaker, I also added Zane to the enhanced scent/touch.

I tapped her awake.  She opened her eyes and said, “Is it done?”

Sara and I nodded.  She sat up and looked down at her legs.  “Wow, nice.”  She stood up and nearly fell over.  Giggling, she carefully walked to the mirror.  “Damn, I really do look like I am 18!”  She glanced at me and said, “By the way, thanks for fixing the nose.”  Staring back in the mirror, she checked over every inch.

I said, “I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that you are very pretty.”

She blushed, which looked really good since she was naked.  “Thanks.”  She turned back the mirror and said, “Well, I guess it is time for the second half of our deal.  I have a press conference in two hours to show off the results.  How is Zane?”

“I left him sleeping in the other room.  Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll go get him.”

“’k.”

I went back to the other bedroom and shook Zane’s shoulder.  He sat up suddenly and grabbed my arm, stopping himself just before he threw me.  He looked down at his legs and said, “Damn, and I wanted to watch.”  He looked at me and said, “Thanks.”  A minute later he was dressed and we went back over to meet the ladies.  When he saw Sandra, he gasped and uttered a, “Wow!”  Then he shook his head like a dog and said, “Sorry, Ms. President.”

Sandra laughed, “Zane, I told you years ago, when we are alone or with friends, call me Sandy.  And thank you for the complement.  It really means something coming from you.”

“Yes, Ms. P... err, Sandy.”

“And you don’t look too bad, either, Handsome.”

“Err, thank you Sandy.”  He said with a small grin and a blush.

I said, “I suppose Sara and I should disappear before your press conference.”

“That would be best.  Thank you very much Tom.  And you Sara.”

“You are welcome Sandy.”  Sara and I bowed out.

The press conference was repeated constantly for weeks.  Sandra went up the podium and all the reporters gasped, having seen her a few days before as a 96 year old lady.  She actually skipped up to the podium and said, “Well it worked!  Any questions?”

One reporter asked, “Is that really you?”

“Sure is!  And to prove it, I will be heading over to the nearest police precinct to have a DNA test right after this press conference.”

“Who did the rejuv?”

“I had an old friend come over and perform the procedure.”

“Who is this old friend?”

“Sorry, can’t say.  Next question.”

“How was it done?”

“I don’t know.  I was unconscious while it was done.”

“Why did you have it done?”

“Are you kidding?  I feel like a teenager!  If you were 96 and had a chance to be young again, wouldn’t you want to be young again too?

“Sorry, dumb question.”  The other reporters laughed.

It went on for a while like that.  Sandy had 80 plus years as a politician, she knew how to handle herself and the reporters.  We never heard a word from the Pentagon.  Wow, Sandy really knew her stuff.

Chapter 78

Tami’s daughter Betty was on guard duty as I visited the Tokyo clinic; her mom was in her ninth month of pregnancy with our third kid, Sabrina.  Tami didn’t take time “off” to do things like have kids very often.  She had trained Betty and Veronica (yeah, she was an Archie fan) from birth to be bodyguards, and they were as amazing as their mother, both being well past the dan black belt ranking, but officially 9th dan.  Like my other close girls, Natalie for instance, Tami felt it was dangerous to leave me for long.

I actually hadn’t been to the Tokyo clinic since the grand opening twelve years before.  It hadn’t changed much; there was a Valery style clinic in Adachi with an EB training center outside the city.  The clinic had a very Asian appearing park; it even had a small shrine.  The levels of apartments had an Asian flavor, having curved roofs and other decorations.

Running the place was Kumiko, daughter of Hotaru Tsupaki, a hottie cheerleader that I had recruited eagerly at a party a while back.  Kumiko had deliberately de-emphasized her gaijin heritage externally so she looked completely Japanese; in fact, she looked like a stereotypical Japanese schoolgirl, only with a bigger bust.  Appearing completely Asian helped her to deal with the rampant racial bigotry in Asia, although she did still use Malloy for her last name.

The economy of Japan had been in rough shape for a long time.  The depression of the early 21st century had caused major problems; and Japan was still reeling half a century later.  It didn’t help when many of the corporations outsourced much of the manufacturing to the mainland for cost purposes.  The shelter was kept full with a line waiting at the door. 

Kumiko’s oldest daughter, Keiko (named after the character from Star Trek) had just turned 18 and wanted to open another clinic near Osaka.  With Asia’s massive population, we needed many more clinics, and we had had a recent influx of money in the last couple of years due to Sandra’s rejuv.  So I wholeheartedly approved it.  She wanted to do a variant of the Valery style clinic, making it much larger.  Her plan was to have it twice as tall and to be more like the Moscow clinic, spread out over several blocks, with parks surrounding it.  It would be a billion plus dollar project.

In a city, for security and space purposes, a Valery style clinic was the only real option.  We had about 80 clinics which were the old fashioned type, separate hospitals with nearby housing for the shelter, several of which we just bought existing and upgraded.  But they were mostly rural except for a few in less crowded and lower crime cities like Santa Fe, Albuquerque, Banff, and Spokane.  All U.S. and Canadian cities.  Every single clinic site outside of North America, all 132 of them, were done in Valery style.  The remaining 173 clinics in North America were Valery style as well.

It took a year to build, but the Osaka clinic covered four blocks, had the roads going through, but each block were all joined at the fourth story, and was twenty stories tall.  Unlike many Asian buildings, it was designed to withstand up to a 9.0 earthquake; and since it was on a flood plain for Tsunamis, could survive up to fifty feet of water.  A giant park was in the center, with no indication that it was five stories above the ground below.  The whole place looked like a mountain valley inside.  I spent two days just wandering around.  It was awesome.  We couldn’t build too many of them at two billion apiece, but it definitely was a good design for areas that needed higher security and had larger populations. 

Our coffers were down to only about 200 billion, which was enough to run the existing clinics and services for about 40 years.  We had an income of only about two billion annually, which fell short of the five billion we were spending on our 385 clinics (not counting the space station).  I seriously started to brainstorm about what to do if we ran dry.  Except for special cases, I suspended the start of construction on any new clinics.  We really needed to anyway, we were running short of idealistic doctors in the United States with so many clinics.  There was no shortage of daughters of mine with the gift, so they started to double and triple up.  I wanted to get the governments to pay for some of the clinics, but to do that we would have to sacrifice our ability to do our thing.  Government funds meant government oversight, which would prevent us “medical technicians” from doing our healing.  We needed more income.

Chapter 79

I needed a vacation.  The last real one I had was the visit to the space station 12 years ago.  (I had taken a few weekends, mostly visiting Natalie on location.)  Ester happily had been keeping the RV up to date; I think it was her pet project.  She eagerly got to work going over it, prepping it for the road.  I went down and snuck up behind her, giving her a big hug then screwing her silly, leaving her passed out and drooling next to the RV.  It was a tradition.  Last time had resulted in the birth of Carlotta, who was one of the mechanics pouring over the RV.

The modern RV hadn’t changed much in the last 37 years.  A lot of the technology EB crews around the world had come up with, for example the multi-axel systems used in rural areas, we had incorporated.  Under the hood the systems were as advanced past those during our last trip and the systems during our last trip were over the original.  They were still fuel cell based electric systems, but the cells would last for weeks.  The communications system was minute, only a few feet square, but could easily handle a small city’s communications, including the Internet, of course.

I was taking with me the twins, Sara, Angie, Erin, Niyol, Lettie from Hollywood, Betsy from New York, and, of course, Tami and Natalie.  There weren’t any ride-along EBs this time, I wanted to keep it from being too crowded.  Of course, they were in the chase RV, but none in the main RV.

I was almost slap happy getting on the road again.  I remembered the first RV trip 67 years ago and still felt the same as I disabled the auto-pilot and pulled out of the garage.  Rather than have a specific location, I just wanted to go.  We had done the southwest before, so this time I drove southeast toward St. Louis.

An hour along, I couldn’t take the damn beeping from the Auto-Pilot.  We were required to have it by law, but the thing beeped constantly wanting to be turned on.  I pulled over to a rest area, and then hit the breaker on the piece of overpriced garbage.  I wasn’t being fair, the auto-pilot was actually pretty cool (excuse me – “valid”), but I hate being forced to do something.

We continued on without the beeping.

RVs were actually a bit rare these days.  There was a brief upsurge of popularity forty years back after the economic recovery, but not much since.  As we drove down the interstate, everyone turned to look.

For the night we pulled into one of the remaining RV parks in St. Louis near downtown on Jefferson Avenue.  Like usual, if you can call every dozen years usual, we got three spots with a space between them.  We connected to the city grid and put the fuel cells on trickle recharge.

It wasn’t a bad location, we were only two blocks west of the city museum.  I walked over and paid for the group.  We spent a good three to four hours going through the place.  The arch was undergoing renovation, so there wasn’t much else to do in St. Louis, and so we relaxed for a day then continued on.  We did swing by and visit Trisha who ran the local clinic.

I went straight east, heading for West Virginia.  West Virginia was still hillbilly country, even in the latter quarter of the 21st century; in fact they were even more insular than a hundred years ago. 

With all the renovations to the RVs, heck they were designed for dirt roads in obscure mountain ranges, there shouldn’t be any troubles with the roads.

There wasn’t a single RV park left in the entire state of West Virginia.  That didn’t bother us much, the RVs could go for weeks without hookup.  We found a campground in Monongahela State Forest that had camping spots large enough for the two RVs and space between them.  They even had electrical and water connections, but no sewage.  That also didn’t bother us, our system flash dried and compacted the sewage into a powder that could be stored in a minimal space.  We could store it for months with no problems.  It made good fertilizer too.

The campsite was beautiful, it reminded me a bit of Barb’s campground in Aspen.  What was different was that the place was packed.  There were tents everywhere.  There must be a camping fad that I didn’t know about.  I would have to check-in with Barb and Tina and check the status of their campground.

We relaxed for a few days, just resting and cooking a nice steak or burgers in the evening.  We were returning from a hike on the third day when I began to wonder.  None of the other campers were leaving, and it was the middle of the week.  I began to notice things like old beat up tents, small sheds with cooking gear, that the kids disappeared during the day, and I realized that these were permanent residents.  But living in a tent?  That was horrible.  What did they do during the winter?  I asked the ranger as he passed by on his rounds. “Are all these people living here?”

“Unfortunately.”

“How? Why?”

“It is the law, we can’t kick them out as long as they don’t have a permanent residence and they aren’t living in any park structures like cabins, so when people lose their job they get a campsite and squat.  Some of these so called ‘campers’ have been here for over ten years.  A few of the kids have been born and raised here.  At least they are clean, if they aren’t, that is grounds to kick them out.”

“They live here even in the winter?”

“Yes.  We used to close in the winter, but now we are open year around.  We don’t have a choice.”

“Wow.”

He went on, continuing his patrol.  I stood there thinking.  I really couldn’t do anything for these people that I could think of.  If I built a big shelter, there were plenty to take their place here so that wouldn’t solve anything. 

As I stood there thinking, a school bus pulled up and a flurry of kids rushed out the door.  Following all the elementary school kids were the high schoolers, and damn, some of those girls were fine.  Two of them saw me and headed my way.  I looked their age, so they decided to greet me.  I saw Tami discreetly hanging back so they didn’t connect her with me.

The one on the left, an unbelievably curvaceous freckled redhead wearing daisy dukes and a mesh top with her nipples pointing out, came up and said, “Hello, I haven’t seen you here before.”  It took me a minute to decode her heavy accent.

The other one, just as curvaceous, but blonde, wearing the same clothes, said, “Yeah, we’d remember you.”  And they both smiled which cut their hotness in half because of the horrible teeth.  Damn, hadn’t these girls ever heard of brushing their teeth?

I answered, “Just here camping.”  I thumbed over my shoulder, “That’s my RV over there.”

Both their eyes widened as they squealed in chorus, “You have an actual RV?”  The redhead said, “We thought that was some old dude who pulled in.  Can we see it?”

A bit surprised, I said, “Sure.”  I turned and headed up the path back to the RVs.  I noticed that Tami was staying out of sight but was only a few steps away.  The two girls followed me, none the wiser.  They slowed down slightly when they realized that there were two RVs and how large they were.  They stopped just as we entered the clearing between the two RVs and saw the fifteen girls there.  I could see their mental wheels turning.  They knew they were hot, but knew that they couldn’t compete with what they were seeing.  I quickly said, “Girls, meet...” and I raised my eyebrows at them.

Quickly the redhead said, “Daisy”.  The blonde said, “Sally”.

I went on, “and these are my girls.”  The fifteen there smiled a greeting.  I guess they were used to me bringing home strays.  I led them over to the RV and opened the door.  I gestured like a doorman and said, “Ladies...”.  They giggled and went in.

I followed them in.  They were staring about in amazement with their jaws halfway to the floor.  After letting them gawk for a minute, I led them aft.  “This is the kitchen.”  They gawked some more. 

Sally said, “You have a real kitchen in this thing?  Wow...”

I showed them the one and a half baths and the two bedrooms.  They immediately ran in and jumped onto the bed and collapsed.  Daisy said, “So soft...”  Sally commented, “I have never been in a bed like this.”  I left them there sighing and went outside and helped my girls cook up some ribs.  We were just setting up the tables when Daisy and Sally came out.  Daisy said, “Thank you, mister.  That was great!  We have to get home now.”

“No problem.  And call me Tom.  If you want, go ahead and invite your families over for dinner.  Plenty to go around.”

“Talking?”  I guess the updated slang term had made it here.

“Yes, talking.”

“Eeeeeeeee!” they simultaneously squealed and took off at a run.  Less than a minute later they were leading over two groups.  I saw them stop just before the campsite, where Daisy and Sally led two ladies I assumed to be their mothers to the side.  Curious, I went into the RV and listened at the window next to where they were talking.

“...is what you always wanted for us, ma,” said Sally.

“I know, honey, but be careful.  I know we planned this, but now that the time has come I am a bit scared,” said one of the women.

“I just hope that we can get him to take us, and then convince him to help Joey.  He already has all those beautiful girls, he may not want two hillbillies more,” said Daisy dejectedly.

“Now, stop right there.  You two are the prettiest girls ever to come out of this place.  You just need to smile and bounce a lot,” said the other woman.  “Hell, drag them into one of these here campers and screw him stupid.  No guy can resist that.  We need to get the money for Joey’s operation fast.”

Daisy said, “But I like him and don’t like lying.”

Sally said, “I don’t like it either.”

The first woman said, “You aren’t lying.  You just aren’t telling him everything.  Now get your sweet asses out there and get your guy!”

A simultaneous, “Yes, ma” came from the girls as I turned and dashed out of the RV.  I was standing at the grill as the two of them led a parade out of the trees.  Following behind the two of them were three guys, four women, two younger and very pretty girls, four boys aged from six through about fifteen, and a coon hound with its tail wagging.  The Amandas saw the parade and went into the RV to throw several more bags of side dishes into the microwave.  Natalie and Sara just started setting fourteen more places at the picnic tables.

The three guys came over and said, “Billy Bob”, “George”, and “Elwood”.  I shook their hands and said, “Tom”.  That seemed to be the extent of the male bonding needed.  Immediately they joined me at the grill.  I nodded to Betsy to grab a case of beer from the fridge.  I didn’t like the stuff, but could drink it for social purposes if necessary.

I noticed that the girls were all chatting.  The kids split up, the younger girls joining the bevy of females, and the boys wandering over and joining us guys.  The dog decided to join us guys as well, probably because we had the meat.

We had just finished debating the merits of different types of barbecue sauce and started a second bottle of beer when Billy Bob asked, “So what do y’all do for a living?”

Not wanting to be too technical, I said, “I am kind of like a Doctor.”

“Bit young ain’t ya?”

“I’m a lot older than I look.”

He nodded and accepted that.

I would have asked him back, but if he was working, he wouldn’t be living in a campground.  So I asked him, “So how long have you lived in this... unusual... place?”

“’bout 10 years.  George, what about you?”

“’bout 14 years.  Sally was two when we first pitched.”

Elwood said, “I actually live in a small place over the mountain.  George here’s my cousin.”

George said, “I would pitch in his yard, but the sheriff won’t let me.”

Billy Bob answered my unspoken question, “We all lost our jobs when the paper mill shut down fifteen years ago.  After the coal mines were shut down thirty years ago, it was the last place to work.”

The ribs and potatoes were about done.  I noticed the women folk putting all the veggies and fruit salad on the table, so we put all the ribs and spuds on trays and carried ‘em over and added them to the table.

We gathered about, somehow Daisy and Sally ended up on each side of me.  They were all quiet and I realized why, so I told Billy Bob, “You are local here, you do the saying.”

He nodded and did grace, then we all sat.  Everyone chowed down, the locals really digging in.  I don’t think they had had a good meal in a long time.  All except for one boy sitting across from me, about thirteen, who was just picking at his food.  I asked him, “Hey, is something wrong?”

“Naw, just not hungry.”

I read him deeper and realized that this must be Joey.  He had a large brain tumor, baseball sized, that had also spread, and the poor boy only had a month or so before his body would shut down.  I could cure him, but I couldn’t just remove the main tumor, it was too big.  I had to have his own body remove it bit by bit, which took several days.  It sometimes caused small seizures, which required constant observation.

I said, “You must be Joey.” 

He nodded, a little surprised.

I looked over at his mother and said, “May I take Joey as a patient for two days?  I know of a treatment that might help him.”

Sally interrupted, “Talking?  What do you want?”

“Talking.  And I don’t want anything.  We’re all Doctors and Nurses here, and we just want to help.”

His mother, whom I recognized as Sally’s mother, said, “We are desperate, if you think you can help, please do so.”

“He will need to be monitored, so he will have to stay with us for the two days.  Sally is welcome to stay with him and help.”  I looked over at Daisy and added, “And her best friend is also welcome.”  I looked back at her and said, “And, of course, you can be here if you want.”

She got a calculating look in her eye and said, “I will check in, but Sally and Daisy can take care of him.”  Still playing the matchmaker.

I reached out and touched Joey’s arm and shrunk the tumor just enough over the area that caused hunger.  Then I said, “Joey, eat up.  You’ll need the energy.”  He dug in with gusto.

After the meal, I took Joey’s hand and led him to the EB RV, where there was an exam room, convertible to an OR if necessary.  Angie and I took him in, and after the door was closed, I shut him off, catching him and laying him on the exam table.  I went through him, making the full EB changes since I felt a little sorry for him, and getting rid of all the spread cancer.  I made sure he would grow a nice ten incher when he got older, increasing his current size to six inches.  In the head, I shrunk the tumor by about 20%, the maximum I could do and not injure his brain.  Then we were done.  His enhanced immune system would get rid of the damn thing within the next three days.  I turned him on.  He blinked and said, “Wow! I feel great!”  He hopped off the table and I told him to go talk to his family.

Angie was horny as a billy-goat, which was usual when she watched the Master at work.  He knew it too, sweeping her into a kiss that made her knees collapse.

I gave Angie a long hot French kiss, then left her dazed in a chair.  Outside, Joey was telling everyone how wonderful he felt.  I went over and said, “The procedure was a success.  Now we have to wait.  The tumor is so large that it needs to be slowly removed over the next few days.  That will happen naturally, but since the brain will be reshaping, moving into the area, there is a chance of small seizures.  That is why we need to monitor him.  By next week he can go back to school.”

Joey asked, “How big is the tumor anyway?”

“Currently, about six centimeters across.  It was ten.”

He measured that with his hand.  “That is much larger than the doctor said three months ago.”

“Yes, it was growing.  You had only about three weeks to live, and the tumor was inoperable.  The method I used is that I tricked your body into removing it without surgery.  One side effect, you are going to be Superman for the rest of your life.”

“Huh?”

“You have four times the strength and endurance of a normal person.  You may want to go out for football or something like that so you get a nice scholarship for college.”

“Talking?  Valid!”  He put one finger under the end of the picnic table and lifted it a foot.  “Valid!” he repeated.

Eventually everyone left except for Daisy and Sally.  Joey was in the EB RV oohing and aahing over the equipment.  I tapped the two of them off.  I took Daisy and Sara took Sally.  We did the full EB treatment on both, including birth control sheaths.  Then I fixed their teeth.  We sat them on a table bench and turned them back on.  They both looked puzzled, but had no idea.  Joey came out and the three of them joined us for a movie in my RV.

About halfway through Daisy got up for a piss break.  Suddenly there was a shriek from the bathroom.  Sally ran in then she shrieked too.  A few minutes later they came back out.  Sally gave me a suspicious look, “Did you do something to our teeth?”

“Yeah, I fixed them.  They were pretty bad.”

“True.” 

Daisy snapped her fingers, “So that is why we were suddenly sitting outside!”

They both came over and each kissed me on a cheek.  “Thanks,” they chorused.  Then it hit them.  I saw Natalie and Sara grinning as Daisy and Sally both had their eyes defocus and then climbed into my lap, one on each side, and snuggled down with a sigh.  Joey eyeballed me, but didn’t say anything. 

We hit play and watched the rest of the movie, one of Natalie’s latest, a murder mystery on the space station.  None of them had even noticed that Natalie was sitting at my right knee.  It was an example of the purloined letter, hiding in plain sight.

Natalie had a series of ‘apprentices’, actresses that had accepted her invitation to join her in relaxed semi-retirement.  All had taken EB training, and were almost as devoted to Natalie as they were fanatic about me.  Several of them had, over the years, also received several Academy Awards, not as many as Natalie, but they were all famous.  Something about the EB training and the physical enhancements allowed them to relax and be much better than ever before.  Many of our daughters had grown up in the biz as actresses as well.

Anyway, after the movie, we sent Joey over to the other RV to sleep in an observation bed in the communications room.  The girls spent the night keeping an eye on him.

The two girls followed me and my other girls into the master bedroom.  Without hesitation, they undressed like my girls and climbed into bed.  Daisy took my cock, positioned it, then pole sat.  As precum leaked into her pussy and hit the mucus membranes, she arched her back, screamed, and collapsed.  Sally eagerly climbed on.  Soon she had sunk down to the hilt, spasming, and her pussy was clamping down on my cock.  I filled her up and she screamed and joined her friend curled up moaning and spasming on the bed.

Feeling randy, I pulled over Natalie, followed by Lettie, then Betsy, and then Niyol.  I dozed off curled up with Sara.  Daisy and Sally were still curled up in the fetal position quivering and whimpering, not being as adjusted to it as my other girls.

The next morning I awoke to a three girl blowjob as Natalie trained in the new girls.  They weren’t bad, their enthusiasm made up for their lack of experience.  Soon they were quivering again as they collapsed back on the bed with a mouthful of cum each, this time Natalie happily joined them.  Leaving them to recover, I went out and enjoyed the crisp air of the Appalachian morning.  Joey was also up and enjoying the sunrise.  He, Tami, and I hiked up the mountain and enjoyed the scenic vista.  We just stood there watching the sun continue to rise over the mountains.  After ten minutes, Joey said, “Every minute of the rest of my life is a gift.  I am not going to waste it.” 

We watched for another ten minutes then headed down the mountain.  As we climbed down the trail I said, “What is really needed right now is a solution to your family’s problem.  They cannot continue to squat in a campground.”

“Yeah, I know.  People around here have been looking for a solution to that for a long time.”

“I have some ideas on how to solve the immediate problem, but not on how to prevent more people from moving in.”

He raised his eyebrows at that.  “What is your idea?”

“Build a row of cabins behind the ranger station and make you all official in exchange for helping out with the park.  That is the quick easy solution.  But like I said, how do we get people from just taking your spot?”

“Hmmm...”  I could see him thinking hard.

He was still thinking hard as we scarfed down an omelet and pancakes.  He headed over to see his family after breakfast.  Half an hour later he was back, all excited.  “Tom!”

I was helping finish cleanup and looked over.  “Yes, Joey?”

“I mentioned the problem to my dad.”  I nodded.  “He says that it isn’t a problem.  The law was changed years ago; we were already here so we were ‘grandfathered’ in.”

“What did he think about my idea?”

“He said it was better than anything anyone else had thought of, but wondered if the rangers would go for it, and also wondered who was going to pay for it.”

I noticed the ranger heading up the road on his patrol.  I waved him over and discussed the idea with him.  I told him that I would cover the costs.

He said, “I personally like the idea, it would get these people out of the tents.  Children shouldn’t be raised in tents.  But we will have to see how the Forestry Review Board thinks.  After I finish my rounds I’ll give them a shout.”  He took off.

Two hours later my ear-bug indicated that I had a call from West Virginia State Senator McCullen.  I answered, “Hello?”

“Hello.  This is Bob McCullen.  I am the head of the Forestry Review Board.  Am I speaking to Tom Malloy?”

“Yes.”

“I just received an interesting phone call from Ranger O'Shanassy.  He said that you are willing to donate the funds to build a series of cabins for the squatters?”

“Yes, and in return they will pay rent by assisting the Rangers who are understaffed.  Most of them are hill folk and are well qualified.”

“What is your piece of the pie, Mr. Malloy?”

“Let’s just say that I have taken a personal interest in the squatters.”

“Hmmm... can we discuss this in person?  I can block out tomorrow afternoon.”

“Your office, say right after lunch, one o’clock?”

“That’ll work.  I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Malloy.”

“Bye, Senator.”

I turned to Joey and asked, “Who represents all you campers?”

He was looking at me and asked, “Who were you talking to?  I didn’t see any phone.”

I was a little surprised, ear-bugs had been around for over forty years, but I suppose people around here couldn’t afford them.  I said, “It was my ear-bug.  I was talking to Senator McCullen.”

“Oh.  I think my dad is the closest thing there is to a leader around here.”

“Maybe we should have an all-camp get-together tonight around six in the central picnic area and talk over the idea.  I am meeting with the Senator tomorrow and I want to bring you folks’ ideas with me.  You can also go home after the party.”

“I’ll go tell everyone.”  He took off running.  I don’t know if he realized that he was running close to 30 mph.

I went over the EB RV to get the car out of storage.  I was in for a surprise.  There were two cars there.  One was my original Camaro 2SS, in mint condition.  There was a SUV as well, but I was more interested in my car.  I hadn’t seen it in years.  Frankly, I had forgotten about it.  Apparently several EBs had restored it for fun and Ester had packed it into the EB RV.  The girls all grouped around it, exclaiming, “Wow, I haven’t seen this car in a long time!” and the like.  I noticed that it had collector plates on it.  That made me feel a bit old.  I noticed that both Amanda and Mandy were also staring at the collector plates, probably remembering when they bought the car new off the lot sixty years ago.  I hugged them both and said, “It has been a long time, hasn’t it?”

They both smiled and said, “Yes it has.”  In chorus, the way they knew I liked it.

That evening, as the idea was presented to the group, several of the guys hemmed and hawed until there was a simultaneous, “Ouch!” from six of them as their wives gave them a kick in the leg.  They elected Joey and Daisy’s father Billy Bob to represent them.

The next morning after I read the EB’s brief on McCullen, Tami got in the back seat, Billy Bob and I in front, and took off for Charleston in my Camaro.  It drove like it was new.  I just hoped I could find a gas station that still had gas, internal combustion engines were fairly rare these days.

I had fun driving along the mountain roads.  I knew that the EBs were secretly following me in the SUV a few miles back via GPS, but I didn’t care.  It felt great.  After stopping at a greasy spoon for a bite to eat, we reached I-77 where there wasn’t a speed limit (such nonsense had been repealed several decades back) and I opened her up.  It was 20 miles to Charleston, but I did it in under 8 minutes.  Now THAT was fun!

Following my ear-bug GPS mapper I found the capital building and parked in a nearby ramp.  The ancient car sure was getting lots of stares.  As we walked over to the capital, we just got the usual stares because of Tami’s beauty. 

The office was easy to find, and McCullen came bustling out in full politician mode, shaking hands and being hearty.  As we headed back for his office, I noticed that everyone in the office was trying to take a look at me.  It was a little unnerving.  The Senator noticed my discomfort and said, “Mr. Malloy, don’t worry about them, they just want to see what the richest man in the world looks like.”

I was very surprised.  I said, “Wow, I am?  I didn’t know that.”

“With all your known international assets, my contacts on Wall Street estimate that you are worth about $1.7 Trillion.  The nearest contender is only $300 Billion.”

Billy Bob raised an eyebrow, but he continued on without comment.  I now understood why the Senator was being so solicitous.  He settled Billy Bob and me into comfortable chairs in his office while he sat across from us, ignoring the desk at the far end of the office.  He also ignored Tami after one admiring glance when she first came into the office with us.

It took about an hour, but we hammered together a deal.  The cabins would be built before winter in a location chosen by the senator and the rangers, the campers would move into them maintaining their grandfathered squatter’s rights.  They would not own the cabins, if they moved, the cabins would revert to the campground.  To pay for their housing, the squatters would work for the forest service for a small wage and the cabin would be listed as a “perk”.  I would cover the costs of construction and wages.  It was going to cost me several million plus another quarter million a year, but I felt it was worth it to get children out of living in tents.  A few months in summer is one thing, but full time and during the winter?  In the end we all shook on it.  The senator said that he would have the legal documents emailed to me in a week.  We left and went back to the car.

That evening, back at the campground, there was a big party, the rangers joining in.  We packed up the cars, mine refilled from the gas station right outside of the park.  It seemed that there were still a lot of gas vehicles in the area.  I also upgraded Daisy’s sister when no one was looking.  She was as gorgeous as her older sister and I planned on recruiting her when the time came.

The next morning, we left the area, heading south.  Daisy and Sally went with us.  It turned out they were only 16, but their parents gladly signed papers so they could go, their mothers were going to miss them, but they were happy that their girls ‘got out’.

There weren’t any real tourist spots in the Carolinas or Georgia unless we liked to walk around old mansions.  That was interesting, and we stopped at a few, but they got tiring after a while.  Then I figured, we were in the deep south, so let’s do what rednecks do, and we headed for Talladega.  We stopped for a few hours in Jacksonville to restock ribs and beer, and then headed for the speedway.  There was a NASCAR race scheduled in two days.  We pulled in, paid our tailgating fee, and parked our two RVs in a V and started setting up.  I was surprised, there were already a dozen RVs there.  RVs were a rare sight these days.  I was a bit curious and wandered out to look.  My RV was a retrofit that was 70 years old.  It still was more modern than most of the RVs present.  Heck, there was even a restored 100 year old Winnebago!  In exchange, everyone was coming over to ooh and ahh at my RVs, which were fancier than even the professional ones used by the racers.  I think half of them were there to ogle my bevy of hotties more than to look at the RVs though.  Daisy and Sally were new to it, and greatly enjoyed all the attention, the rest of my babes were a bit more cool about it.

Apparently they recognized Natalie, because the guy in charge came over and asked her to do a quick speech for the cameras and crowd.  She eagerly accepted, she learned long ago that a promo here or there was good politics.  She slipped on a string bikini top and jean Daisy Dukes and went to do her thing.  I still was wondering why no one had noticed that she still was young and hot after doing movies for over 80 years now.  Or maybe the fact that she was young and hot distracted people from noticing.  Every few years she would do a Maxim shoot and every boy under the age of 70 on the planet (and many girls too) had a poster of her in his bedroom.  She was still the most popular desktop on monitors worldwide.  She had had dozens of songs written about her.  She was more famous than any other actor or actress in history.  Heck, little girls dressed up as her for Halloween!  In her 20 or so unauthorized biographies, no one had yet caught on that she had eighteen daughters, twenty-seven granddaughters, and six great granddaughters, even though some of them were extras in several of her films.  That also made me wonder, how come no one had noticed the titanium ring on her left hand over the last seventy years?  I know it was digitally removed on many of her films, but still.  Again I thought about how people were clueless unless you hit them over the head with things.

I saw a couple of EBs slip into the crowd following Natalie, I was willing to bet they were pretty heavily armed even though they appeared to be wearing only a mesh top and skin tight jeans.

She got up and started with a, “Helllllo, Talladega!”  And the crowd went wild.  Everyone and their pet dog knew who she was, either on sight or via commentary, but she added, “I’m Natalie Starr, and welcome to NASCAR!” and she pumped her fist in the air.  The crowd went even more wild.  The commentator on the TV mentioned that the blogs for the race suddenly skyrocketed with activity as over a million people logged in.  The streaming website got over two hundred million hits in the next two minutes, and the pay-per-view race got close to a million more subscribers.  I heard afterward that the broadcaster almost went off the air because of all the bandwidth suddenly taken up and they had trouble getting the signal out.  They had to revert to the ancient backup transmitters which didn’t use the Internet to stay on the air. 

Natalie was going to head back to the RV to be with us when the track owner and the broadcaster appeared and begged her to allow them to follow her with a camera crew during the race.  They offered $10 million for a few cameos.  They had just made over two hundred million from her ten second cameo on stage.  She called me on her ear-bug.  I told her any money was hers, but my only rule is that she needed to approve any shots they sent out over the air.  She actually turned down the money, but made them agree to my conditions.  She also turned to the waving of the handkerchief to start the race, she said she would feel guilty about taking the job from the girl already scheduled to do it. She shook their hands, recording it on her ear-bug.  That was something that had changed in the last forty years, handshake agreements were much more common, but they had to be recorded to be legal.

I told everyone, and we prepared to put on a show. 

The camera crew, with Natalie’s preapproval, shot her heading back to the RV, interviewing her along the way.  She came into the V between the RVs and gave me a quick kiss.  When the commentator/reporter asked, she said, “Oh, this is my guy, Tom.”  And then she signaled cut.

Before the race, Natalie had visits from nearly all the drivers, broadcast of course, and during the race the camera crew followed us up onto the top of the RV, which to my surprise, had fold out stairs and pop up railings that appeared when a button was pushed.  They had a couple of small interviews during the race, making sure the cars passed behind her as she talked.  She managed to plug the clinics several times and called several of the drivers handsome and/or beautiful and gave them big hugs.  During breaks in the action, she gave a tour of the RV (but not the EB’s RV).  She also took a turn on the grill which was recorded.  After the race, she joined the trophy girl in the presentation to Carrie Yates, the winning driver.  Carrie actually asked Natalie to sign her trophy.

In all, she saved NASCAR from a ten year slump in the ratings; she saved the remnants of the RV industry; brought back the mostly disappeared tailgating parties for sports events; and boosted her own popularity to even greater heights.  Not bad work for a few hours.  Natalie commented, “Now that was fun.  I haven’t done that much celebrity work in a long time.”

Two hours later we were heading down I-59 to New Orleans.  I had another five days until I had to get back.

We pulled into the city.  There were only two RV parks still in operation, one in the heart of the French Quarter just off of I-10, and one south of the city in a state park.  Since we were here for fun, we got space at the one in the city.

After setup, we unlimbered the SUV and headed over to the local clinic.  I had only been there once many years ago.  It was just around the curve of the river in the development neighborhoods.  City ordnances had prevented the building of a Valerie style clinic, so the clinic was a walled neighborhood.  Margie had purchased several square blocks of property, demolished the houses within (except one which was historical), built a fence around the area, then rebuilt a larger version of the shelter that we had at the home clinic, dormitories and all.  There was a large EB population; and interestingly, a large number of married EBs that lived near the clinic as well.  There were even several second generation EBs who weren’t my daughters, which was very unusual.

I hadn’t told them I was coming.  I knew that they were all following my blog and the blogs of the girls with me, but I wanted to surprise them, so I told my girls not to mention where we went after Talladega.

Soon we were driving along the outside fence, which was heavily covered with graffiti.  In front of the clinic, which had been designed to look like a old manor house in the New Orleans’s style, we parked and headed for the door.  Guarding the door were two EBs that I didn’t recognize.  The one on the left saw me and stammered, “Master Tom, Sir!”  The other one just stood there with big eyes.

I hugged both of them, giving them a quick kiss.  They both collapsed back against the wall in delight, nips hard and pussy juice dripping down their legs.  I checked out their physical programming, and while they had originally been programmed with the normal EB enhanced reaction to me, it seemed that somehow it had naturally increased to over four times the standard strength, higher than any I had ever seen, even Alicia.  That was a phenomenon I would have to investigate.

The EB reception nurse had the same reaction.  What was interesting is that I knew her.  Carrie Six was from our home clinic and I had programmed her myself.  The other reception nurse wasn’t an EB and just rolled her eyes.  She recognized me from the pictures all over the place and just picked up the phone and called Margie.

Margie rushed in a minute later.  I waved at her to stop.  Confused, she did so.  Carefully I scanned her without touching her.  Yes, she had the same ramped up reaction to me.  I said, “Honey, take a look at your chemical reaction to me.  It seems to be off.”

Her eyes unfocussed as she examined her own brain.  They popped open, “What on earth?” she exclaimed.  “Glad you stopped me, otherwise I would be passed out from the sensory overload like it appears Carrie is over there.”  She closed her eyes for a second.  “There, that is normal.”  She came over and hugged me.  “Hi, Dad.”

I hugged her back.  “Hi, honey.”

After a minute I followed her to her office.  I scanned six EBs along the way, keeping my distance.  All of them had the ramped up reaction except one.  I told her to follow.

In Margie’s office we all sat on the couches to discuss it.  I asked the EB I had collected in the hallway, “Felicie, how are you different from your sisters here?”

She blinked her beautiful brown eyes in surprise at the question, then started thinking.  After a few seconds she said, “Well, I am part French Creole, and most of them are not.”

Hmmm, interesting.  Let’s test that.  “Who else is part French Creole that you know?”

“Catarina is entirely French Creole.”

“Felicie, could you go find her and bring her here please?”

She nodded and dashed out of the room.  Margie commented, “I wonder why she was unaffected by whatever this is?”

“Good question.  Maybe something in the local food to which she is immune?”

“Could be, we all eat the same things.  Lots of catfish, gumbo, red beans, banana dishes, and po-boys.”

We were thinking about that when Felicie led in a gorgeous dark skinned girl.  A quick scan and she didn’t have the ramped up sensitivity either.  It seemed that the natives to the area were immune to whatever it was that was skewing the sexual sensitivity upwards.  I told them, “Will you two wait outside, please?  We have to figure something out.”

They left.  I went over to Margie and said, “Let me check you over, compare it to those two and narrow this down.”  I slowly scanned her, all the way down to the DNA level.  I noticed that there was a protein that had triggered the effect.  And that it was recursive, building slowly, but speeding up over time.  The poor EBs, without the masterbatoriums, they would have gone insane years ago.  An EB ramped up to that level could only remain sane if she was one of my entourage.

I explained what I had learned to Margie.  She commented, “Well, that explains some of the discipline problems I have had recently.”  She angrily shook her head.  “Damn, I should have seen this years ago!  Let’s call in Felicie and Catarina and figure out how to fix this.”

We scanned the two of them.  There was an interesting protein blocker that had prevented them from being affected.  Knowing the brain like I did, I realized that the three EBs that had already been triggered couldn’t be repaired; actually they could, but it would soon burn out their minds and make them like zombies.  I had to take them with me for their own good.  They would work from the main office where they could get their fix like Alicia and the twins.

I installed the protein blocker in Margie and Tami.  She saw how it worked, and scheduled every local EB to come in for a mandatory “health inspection”.  She told me that she would investigate the cause.  Rather than cause more problems, I took my leave, taking Carrie and the two door EBs with me.  It was scary, the slightest touch by me would give them an orgasm, and sustained contact would make them pass out in ecstasy.  But once started, if I removed that stimulation from their mind for more than a week or two, there was a fair chance they would go into seizures and die, and a very good chance their minds would shut down and they would go almost vegetative. 

When we got back to the RV, I showed Sara what to do and the two of us took care of the rest of the girls.  Interestingly, Daisy had already started to get ramped up.  Upon questioning, the only thing she had done different was take a drink from a drinking fountain at a rest stop north of the city.  I immediately called Margie and told her it was in the water.  She said that she would immediately take samples from around town, especially from the clinic and the rest stop, and send them to our research facility in Aspen.

Crisis averted, or at least delayed, the three local EBs took us on a tour of the city.  The ladies spent a good $100K on junk, I got a po-boy from a street vendor.  That evening, Amanda pole sat, then collapsed off to the side.  The door EB who had been able to talk jumped up as Amanda collapsed and slid down my cock, impaling herself to the hilt.  Her eyes got big as the pre-cum hit her vaginal mucus membranes, and she started quivering in orgasm after orgasm.  Her pussy clasped at my cock with every orgasm, making me rapidly cum, filling her quim.  A second later she opened her eyes wider, and she screamed and arched her back.  The sound of her spine cracking was loud.  I immediately repaired the damage as she sighed and passed out from total ecstasy and sensory overload.  She continued quivering and whimpering, even while she was out cold.  The other EB took one lick to clean me off and immediately collapsed unconscious quivering in orgasm after orgasm next to her friend.  Carrie said, “That looks like fun!” and also took a lick, collapsing next to the other two. 

Mandy came over and licked me clean while commenting between eager slurps, “Damn, they are really fucked up.” 

Sara joined her and said between her slurps, “Yeah, and it is a permanent condition.”

Mandy said, “I know how they feel, it is a lot like a drug addiction.  I just hope that it can slowly be ramped down, bit by bit.”

It turned out Mandy’s hopes were not to be.  Any attempt to lower the three EB’s addiction level would, within days, cause their minds to start going.  It seemed that I was stuck with them.  Tami began to train them as my backup security detail along with her daughters.  Since they had to be around anyway, why not make use of them?

Daisy and Sally went to our high school.  The joined the cheerleading squad and had the time of their lives.  Although they officially lived in a school dormitory, they snuck over to the house for a roll in the hay once or twice a week.  Their families moved into the new cabins that November; for the first time in fifteen years the campground was empty.  They were really good with what they did, taking it as a full time job and a matter of pride.  They caught over twenty poachers in the first couple of days.

Chapter 80

I was surprised that it had taken them so long.  I was working a shift in the home clinic when a patient handed me an envelope.  He promptly said, “You’ve been served,” hopped up and left.  I opened the letter, it was a summons to appear before a special senatorial board in two days.

Immediately, since there were no other cases that needed me, I ran upstairs and handed the subpoena to Zandy.  I commented, “I have been expecting this for six years now.  Wonder what took so long?”

“Good question.  Now, let’s see... the only member of your legal team that is available to go with you is Carmine.  Amy and I are both in our 8th month and really shouldn’t be travelling.”  She took the subpoena, held it up, took a picture with her ear-bug, then sent it to Carmine.  A minute later Carmine was on the phone.  Zandy quickly filled her in as Carmine read the document.

Carmine said, “Tom, I’ll meet you at the Washington Clinic in a few hours.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

As I flew out, I reviewed my notes on the senators.  Ester, with her usual efficiency, had got the details, including who was on the panel.  She was sitting across from me on the plane.  Hmmm, they were a pretty corrupt bunch.  Not one of them in the entire eight senator panel wasn’t under the thumb of a big corporation.  Ester had all the details.

We arrived at the Washington Clinic.  What was a surprise was that waiting with Carmine was Sandra, Zane behind her as always.  I gave Cat, my daughter who ran the south of the river clinic in Washington, a big hug.  I also hugged Sandra.  I noticed that she had recently had a kid, so I did a quick rejuv update on her belly and hips.  I said, “Congratulations.  Was it a boy or girl?”

She smiled, “You would notice.  It was both actually.  Twins.”

“Wow.  I take it they are unofficial, then?”

“Zane and I haven’t decided what to do yet.”

I shook Zane’s hand.  “Congrats to you too.”

“Thanks.”  He was grinning like a man in love.

“When you marry this woman, I expect an invitation.”

“Deal.  Now tell her to stop hemming and hawing and marry me already.”

Sandra broke in, “Don’t worry honey, I will, but I need to get my ducks in a row first.”

Zane looked at me, “You hear that, she said she would!  You are my witness! Yes!” and he pumped his fist.

Sandra just rolled her eyes.  I indicated Ester.  “Sandra, this is my head of external security, Ester.  Ester, Sandra.”

Ester shook Sandra’s hand.  ”It is an honor to meet you Ms. President.”

I forewent introducing her to Zane, who was still pumping his fist, dancing around and saying, “Yes!” over and over.

As we sat down for dinner, Carmine and Sandra went over Ester’s research packet.  Sandra commented, “Geez, what a wonderful bunch of senators.  Ester, I congratulate you on your research.  Better job than any of my party researchers ever did.”

“Thanks.  It has taken me over fifty years to get my network up and running.  Still has a few holes, but it works.”

“You would get along great with Hoover if he was still around.”

Ester just gave her a shit-eating grin.

Carmine said, “Well Tom, it seems that if they get nasty, you could get nasty right back.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.  If it is about the rejuvs, then none of them qualify for a freebie, and I will not take tax dollars to do one.”

Sandra asked, “What do you charge anyway?”

“$250 million for a general rejuv, $1 billion for permanent rejuv.”

“Shit.”  She stared at the back of her hand.  “A cool billion, eh?  Wow.”

“What is not commonly known is that any of my daughters with the gift can do a rejuv.  And I am not even sure how many of them have the gift at this point.”

Cat chipped in, “As of this month, 63,283.”

“And I have 125,673 daughters that I know of.  Thanks, Cat.  Anyway, only I do them to outsiders to keep it under control.  The other item is that I only push the eternal youth into the genes for those of whom I like, for instance, Sandra and Zane, your twins will stop aging at 19 like you two.  I don’t do that for those who pay though, I don’t respect them.”

Sandra commented, “I can see that, but why are you telling us?”

“So you have a full deck of cards to play with.  We don’t want any blindsides.”

Carmine said, “This is like last time, we really aren’t sure what we are dealing with until we actually go.”

Ester said, “I wonder if Senator Davis would have any idea.  He is the only non-Freshman Senator I have found without a long list of corruption.  And to boot, he has a good record of philanthropy.  There is a good chance that he is actually honest, as much as a senator can be.”

Sandra said, “That is a good idea.  It would be good to have another senator on your side.  I am a little surprised to hear of a senator without a long list of people either in his pocket or being in someone’s pocket.  That is rare these days; I want to meet him myself.  There is a good chance someone like that might end up as President some day.”

I said, “See if we can get in to see him tomorrow.  Early if possible.”

Sandra added, “Use my name if necessary.”

Ester nodded, she was already murmuring into her ear-bug.  A minute later she said, “Tomorrow at nine.  I didn’t have to use Sandra’s name, he recognized Tom’s.”

Not knowing enough to plan any further, we relaxed for the evening.  Cat kept several of the apartments available for political purposes, and Sandra stayed at one for the night.

The next morning we headed over to the Hart building.  Senator Davis had an office in with all the other senior senators, one of the palatial ones.  His secretary, a stereotypical pretty blonde with red fingernails whom I suspected was acting much dumber than she really was, buzzed and announced our arrival.  The senator, who was tall and gangly, came bustling out of his office.  At the federal level things were much more professional, the secretary didn’t stare like the West Virginian State Senator’s office staff.

He herded us in.  With me were Carmine and Sandra.  Tami and Zane waited outside the door.  Once we were seated across from the senator’s desk, and he was seated at it, he asked, “So what can I do for you Mr. Malloy?  Must be big if you are bringing in a former President.”  Good, no pussyfooting around.

“Senator Davis, I realize we have never met, but I know that by reputation that you are an honorable man.” 

He nodded and said, “Thanks.  That is nice to hear.  But now you really have me on the edge of my seat since you are buttering me up.”

I grinned, “My motives are mostly selfish, I am afraid.  I was hoping that you would know why I was subpoenaed to appear before a senatorial board tomorrow.”

He leaned back, “Ah, I see.  As a matter of fact, I do.  I was approached to be on that panel, but turned it down.  It didn’t seem ethical.  They want to force you to give up the secret of the ‘rejuv’, as I understand it being called.”

I sighed.  “I was afraid of that.  I certainly won’t give it up to that corrupt bunch.  What do they think they can use for leverage, do you know?”

“No, although they might think that their position is enough.  I have been fighting corruption like this since before I took office.  It makes me very angry, but I can’t do much about it.”  He looked over at Sandra, “President Thompson, that was a neat trick you pulled on the Pentagon, but I don’t think that it will work here.  I have overheard several of these Senators discussing what they want to do with the secret of rejuv.  They are too invested at this point.”

She said, “I know.  Unfortunately, senators are not as maneuverable as generals.”

Carmine asked, “What do you think that they will do when they don’t get what they want?”

“I am not sure.  That depends on their leverage.  If they don’t have anything in mind right now, they could start doing things like passing legislation to close clinics.”

“Closing free clinics?  Isn’t that politically bad?”

“Yes, but they can manipulate a freshman senator into bringing it up and others into passing it, while voting against it themselves.  The reason I mention that is the medical and pharmaceutical lobbies have been trying to get us to pass similar legislation for many years.  They lose too much money because of the free clinics.”

“Yeah, I remember the mess Rolling made ten years ago.”

“Essentially the same, except that they are working together now.”

“Wonderful, something else to worry about,” I said sarcastically.  “And Senators Tokiyashi and Quince are in the pocket of the drug companies, so they would jump at the chance to try to pass the bill.”

Davis commented, “They are, huh?  That explains a few things.”

Ester said, “You are the only senior senator that we couldn’t find any corrupt information on.  They are all a nasty bunch.”

“Every single one, eh?  That is scary.  I’m surprised you didn’t find my one skeleton.”

“You mean the bar fight where you punched out the guy who was fondling your sister?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“That doesn’t count.  I would have done the same thing.  Your coworkers probably would have asked the guy for $20 and then let him keep at it.”

Davis laughed.  “You have them pegged! Lady, if you ever want another job, you can work for me any time!”  Then he got serious.  “I think I will be at this board of inquiry tomorrow, in the observer seats.  I will also make sure that there are no glitches in the recording equipment, which tends to happen when something questionable is being done.”

I shook his hand, saying, “Thank you.  I will see you tomorrow then?”

“Yes, tomorrow.”

Sure thing, he, and about twenty others, including several obvious reporters, were there when we arrived at 10 AM.  I shook as many hands as I could.  The rest of the seats were filled with my ladies from the Washington clinic and Sandra.  I sat with them.

At precisely 10:30, a speaker stood and announced, “Hear ye, Hear ye, please rise as this formal board of inquiry into the matter of rejuvenation is called.  Presiding at this board is the honorable Senator Vanderboss. Hear ye, hear ye.”  The twelve senators marched in, separating between the two sides of the main table.  They all looked a little consternated at the full room.

After everyone was seated, Vanderboss banged his gavel and bellowed, “This board will come to order.”  The room was instantly quiet.  He continued, “We have convened here to investigate the use of the medical technique known as rejuvenation.  Over the last few years this has become known to the world, but the side effects of such a technique is unknown, as is how the rejuvenation itself is done.  This cannot continue.  It is a risk to public health.”  Huh?  What kind of cockamamie excuse is that?  Curing people is a risk to public health?  I almost laughed.  He went on in some length, essentially saying the same thing over and over in different ways.  He kept glancing at me and I could tell he was getting mad.  It must have been the suppressed laughter on my face.

It finally got to him, he repeated it one more time, then said, “The board would like to call Tom Malloy to testify.”

Carmine and I got up and went to the table in front, in the center of the semi-circle.  A man stepped forward and said, “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”

“No.”

That got everyone in a thither.  Vanderboss asked, “Why not, Mr. Malloy?”

“I will gladly tell the truth and nothing but the truth, but there is no way I am telling you everything.”

“Again, why not, Mr. Malloy?”

“Since you want me to tell the truth, I will say that I don’t trust you any further than I can throw you, Mr. Vanderboss.”

“Senator Vanderboss, and for the third time, why not?”

“Do you really want me to answer that, SENATOR Vanderboss?”

He turned a little green, but said, “I think you have to, Mr. Malloy.”

“It has to do with the $23 million payoff from Daimer Energy, the $19 million payoff from Southwest Electric, the $13 million payoff from Exxon, the $6 million payoff from Halverson Pharmaceuticals... shall I go on, Senator Vanderboss?”

He was beet red and puffing, desperately trying to recover.  “No, that is quite enough.”  Going on the defensive, he said, “Where is your proof for all these accusations?”

I blinked the file to a prepared address list.  “I just emailed the proof to you and the media.”

He got even redder, if possible.  “You, you, you...”

This was working out better than I had hoped.  “Will that be all, SENATOR Vanderboss?”

He got up and ran out of the room.  I said, “I assume that means I am dismissed.  Thank you for your time, ladies and gentlemen.”  The rest of them just sat there in shock.  I think that they didn’t want to risk what I knew about them.

I was willing to bet that it was some of the most exciting C-SPAN footage ever.

Apparently, by the time I was back to my car, Vanderboss had executed his bug out plan and was halfway to Brazil, which was still a non-extradition country.

Carmine was still snickering, Ester had a shit-eating grin, and Sandra was grinning as well.  Sandra commented, “That was fun.  Now for sober reality.  The rest of them are going to come after you from behind the scenes now.  You need to go public, maybe not with the actual method, but other details.  Let them chew on that for a while.”

“I’d be willing to do a 60 minutes interview.”  The show had recently been revived.  The remnants of CBS had gone out of their way to preserve the journalistic integrity of the original program.

Sandra said, “That is a great idea!  They have been bugging me for an interview for years.  We could both do ones that go together.  They would love that idea.”

The next day we were still in Washington.  A 60 Minutes news crew was setting up on the balcony of a penthouse in the clinic atrium.  A second crew was busy getting B roll down in the clinic and in the atrium park.

The reporter, Joan Givens, recorded the interview with Sandra first.  After the initial stuff she got to the rejuv.  Joan asked Sandra, “What has been the biggest change since the rejuv?”

“The biggest was getting pregnant.  I had completely given up on children, and I never expected to have any.  It was quite the surprise to have twins when I am nearly a hundred.”

The reporter couldn’t hide the smile, she was getting quite the scoop.  “Twins?  I haven’t heard about that.  So the rejuv was complete.”

“Yes.  I should have realized what the return of my monthlies meant.  But I hadn’t had them for over forty years and didn’t think.  I couldn’t be happier though.  I have two beautiful children, and I am engaged to their father, Henry Zane.”

The reporter thought for a minute.  Now that the cat was out of the bag, she could do secondary footage later with the kids and boyfriend.  Time to change the subject back to the original.  “Wow, you sound more like a twenty-something than a geriatric former President.”

“You bet I do.  That is because I am twenty again.”

“Some people have asked; are you planning on running for office again?”

Sandra laughed.  “I will tell you right now that it will be many years before I do THAT again!”

A few more questions, then my interview started.  After half an hour, the question was asked, “Analysts say that you are now the richest man on earth, that you are worth $1.6 trillion dollars.”

“You know, Joan, a friend said that a little while back, so I asked my accountants.  I am worth considerably more than that.  They were only taking into account the liquid assets plus the original purchase price of the clinics in North America.  In all, I am told that I personally hold assets worth $3.1 trillion.”

“That is a lot of money.  What do you do with it?”

“This may surprise people, but outside of travel expenses, I spend maybe $200 a month, usually on fast food.  The rest goes to pay for the clinics.”

“That is hard to believe.  You could have anything, literally anything you want, and you spend all your money on the poor?”

“Yes.”

“How much do all your clinics cost to run?”

“We don’t get any help from the governments, so they are all out of pocket.  The total for the 385 clinics around the world cost around $5 billion to run.  Add another $100 million a year for the clinic on the space station.”

“Where does all the money come from?”

“Rejuvs.  We charge $250 million per person.  Every once in a while we get donations as well.”

“I have noticed that all your employees are young, as is yourself.  I assume that you all have had rejuvs then?”

“Of course.  I invented the process, so I used myself as a guinea pig.”

“When was that?”

“I was 15.  That was 72 years ago.”

“72 years?!?  That means that you are 87, but you look like you are a teenager.  That ever cause any problems?”

“No, and I have been surprised over that for most of those 72 years.  People just seem to accept that a seeming teenager runs a multi-national company, has seven degrees, personally knows Popes and Presidents, and needs security guards.”

“That is surprising.  What was the most interesting rejuv you have ever done?”

“Most interesting... Hmmm... I suppose it was for a 13 year old girl.  She was haploid, with a club foot and missing her left arm and eye.  After the rejuv, she loved to run.  I have employed her for 59 years now.”

“So rejuvs don’t just make people younger.  They also heal injuries?”

“Yes.  It is common in my clinics to do partial rejuvs on people to cure things like cancer or conditions like that little girl’s.”

“Did you say, cure cancer?”

“Sure, we have been doing that now for seventy years for anyone who walks in the door to a clinic.  It is ridiculous, we advertise but still people die of cancer.”

She sat there thinking for a minute, then went on to the next bullet item on her list.  “You call them clinics, but they are much more than that, aren’t they?”

“Most of them, yes.”

“We are sitting on a balcony overlooking multiple levels of apartments and a large park.  How does this come into play?”

“Well, about sixty years ago, we added homeless shelters to our clinics.  The style you see here, the enclosed skyscraper, we call Valery style clinics because my daughter Valery came up with the concept when she established the first one of this type in the Bronx forty nine years ago.  We provide a dorm room or apartment for people until they get back up on their feet.  Like most shelters, we provide job placement, day care, and the like.  Actually the biggest problem is that most people don’t want to move out of the shelter, they like it there too much.”  I grinned.

“You mentioned your daughter, Valery.  Do you have many kids?”

“Quite a few.  Lots of grandkids and great grandkids too.  All of my clinics are run by one of my kids.”

“It is said that you have ties with the Catholic Church.”

“In a way.  I am Lutheran, but Pope Mark II was a good friend, I still miss his dry wit.  Several of my daughters are Catholic, and they founded the Rome Clinic right outside of the Vatican with the Pope’s blessing.”

“Why do you spend so much money helping others?”

“It’s funny, when I had just turned 16, I had to ask myself some serious questions.  I was a medical prodigy, I could make a ton of money like a plastic surgeon and party constantly, or I could help others.  Fortunately, my parents raised me with a very strong sense of ethics, so I forewent my dream of being a physicist and instead got my nursing degree and started the clinics.  To pay for it all, I created the full rejuv and sold it to rich people.  I do take a vacation once in a while, but I have never had a guilty night’s sleep in my life.  Also in the years since then, I have earned my masters in Physics anyway.”

“Just how many degrees do you have?”

“Seven.  I have master’s degrees in Physics, Nursing, Genetics, and History.  I have B.A.s in Sociology, English, and Anthropology.”

“I couldn’t help but notice the security around here.  What is it all for?”

“Originally it was just a few bodyguards for me and my family.  Then it grew to be the security behind all the clinics.  It is arguably the best private security on the planet.  As former President Thompson can testify, we even rescued her and some of her secret service detail at one point.  I am sure you have heard of the ‘Leslie Patrols’?”

“Aren’t they some sort of highly trained police, like a patrolling SWAT unit?”

“Not a bad description.  What most people don’t realize is that they are based out of the clinics and provide a free supplement to municipal police forces.  They were started in honor of Leslie MacAndrews, a police officer who helped in the founding of the clinics and was killed while rescuing a baby from a criminal thirteen years ago.”

“I understand your love of RVing has spawned a sort of mobile rescue unit.”

“Yes.  58 years ago we designed and built a portable clinic.  It was first used for hurricane Sally.  Since then they have become standard at all natural disasters.  In Russia, where there are still people living in 19th century conditions and there still is fighting along the southern border, we have had portable clinics roving the countryside for the last 24 years.”

“Why don’t you have clinics in places where they are most needed, like central Africa?”

“Joan, every single person who works for me is like a family member.  I utterly refuse, despite a lot of pressure, to send them into a war zone.  I believe the only clinic on the entire continent of Africa is in Johannesburg, and I was leery about even building one there.  Believe me when I say there is a full time crew in that clinic monitoring the local situation and ready to evacuate the clinic if necessary.  As I said when we built the first clinic outside of North America 26 years ago, I will not provide targets for terrorists.”

“That is a pretty strong statement.”

“If you mean that it seems biased and politically incorrect, you are wrong.  It is simple fact.  If there are wandering bands of terrorists, no matter how controlled, I will not send my children to those locations.”

“Well that makes sense.  I wouldn’t either.”  She glanced down at her notes, then back up.  “That covers pretty much everything.”  She held out her hand.  “Thank you for the interview, the response to this one will be interesting.”

They added a few other things, like following a kid with leukemia into the clinic, waiting in the lobby, then interviewing him when he came out cancer free.  The reporter must have worked overtime, because both Sandra’s and my interviews were in the next cast a few days later.

The response was interesting.  While it was one of the most watched casts in the last twenty years, it had almost no effect.  We had a small upsurge in cancer patients, a lottery winner spent her entire winnings on a rejuv, but that was about it.

One effect, Gertie got herself listed in the Guinness Book as the oldest rejuved person ever recorded; a new category.  The oldest non-rejuved record stayed with a 136 year old woman from Italy.  Gertie was pretty active in doing interviews, being that she was the only person alive who remembered World War II and the Korean War.  She also got a lot of modeling offers.

Chapter 81

The War on Terror.  Now considered one of the longest wars in history, it had even surpassed the 20th century cold war in duration.  It had scaled down a bit since the early 21st century, but was still ongoing, draining resources that could be put to much better use.

When my great granddaughter sat on my knee and asked, “Grandpa, why are the soldiers always fighting?” and I had no good answer besides, “They are just not nice people and they want to hurt others so we fight to stop them,”  I decided to do something.  The nutcases had to be stopped for good.  We were already fighting the third generation of the bastards and I didn’t want to wait for a forth.

I called together my advisors, all the ringed girls who had been with me all these years.  I explained what I wanted to do and asked for ideas.  There weren’t that many, but one idea that I liked more and more as I thought about it.

We inserted into the military medical corps several of my gifted descendants.  There were three serving already, but another twenty signed up.  What they did was give every soldier they came across a lite version of the law enforcement upgrade.  Double the strength, the fast healing, high endurance, the fast reflexes, all the drug immunities.  We cut down on the strength and some of the endurance on general principles. 

It seemed that we weren’t the only ones with ideas.  Many of the soldiers had already been enhanced, chemically.  The method had many negative long term effects, a lot of steroids were involved, and was very illegal.  We added immunity to that drug regimen as part of our upgrade.  Meanwhile, we started a trace on it.

We knew that it would take a while before a difference was seen.  It would take a while for all our mods to trickle throughout the military and for basic changes in strategy to take place as a result.

We traced the bad enhancements to an Admiral Deerhorn and, of course, Rolling Pharmaceuticals.  They were still pretty disreputable.  We prepared all the evidence of the food tampering, and one of my girls in the military presented it to the JAG.  The JAG was pretty upset and she started an immediate investigation.  Lieutenant June Malloy, USMC Nurse, was the official whistle blower.  She told the JAG that she had used the family technology to repair the soldiers damaged and that she would accept the repercussions of her actions.

June’s court marshal found her not guilty.  In fact, the whole incident went as a commendation on her record.  As her court marshal was concluding, the investigation was concluded and the Admiral was quietly arrested and all the tainted food was confiscated.

Because of how serious the charges were, he wasn’t just allowed to resign and disappear.  He had a full court marshal, claiming he was not guilty of any wrongdoing, that what he did was necessary.  Since there weren’t any actual deaths from his actions, he only got ten years and a dishonorable.  He had authorized Rolling to manufacture the drugs involved, so they got off.  Ester told me that she heard that they were pretty upset about having to shut down an entire production line.

By the time all that was over, the enhancements were starting to have an effect on the war.  Insurgents were not escaping so easily anymore.  IEDs were seen more often and so their effects went way down.  UCAVs were flown more precisely, with much greater precision on the attacks.  Likewise with fighter planes.  The stalemate that had lasted the last fifty years was broken.

Chapter 82

Traci, one of my new guards from New Orleans, was shaking my shoulder.  I opened one eye and said, “Hello beautiful.  What’s up?”

“Master, we just received word.  We are evacuating the Johannesburg clinic.”

I was instantly awake.  I pulled away from Mandy and jumped out of bed.  Traci stared at my cock with dilated eyes and shuddered in repressed desire.  She was useless like that, so I gave her a big French kiss and she collapsed in a corner chair as I quickly got dressed.

I called in on my ear-bug as I ran down the tunnel to the estate security center.  “Status!”

“The People’s Republic of Botswana has just invaded South Africa.  They are killing everyone in their path.  They are not sparing anyone, even medical personnel.  The evacuation order for the Johannesburg clinic has been given.  Not even the idealistic doctors and nurses there want to stick around.  They are within hours of being overrun.”

I ran into the very busy center as the end of the report was being given.  I asked, “Are all the evacuation stages still in place?”

“Yes, we are bussing the personnel to the airport.  The three C-130Ts that were hidden in the hanger there are fueled and ready to go.  The medical and other supplies are sealed in the hidden bunker under the clinic where the invasion force cannot find them.  The only issue is that we are short on space in the planes and many will have to ride standing up, packed in like sardines.  We were going to move in a fourth plane, but that was scheduled for next month.”

“Damn.  What is their destination?”

“Toliara, Masagascar.”

“Get me there by the fastest way possible.”

“Yes, sir.  Your plane will be wheels up in 15 minutes.”

Sure enough, I was on my way with Tami and two of her daughters, Betty and Veronica.  Also with me were six EBs who were almost as good as them, which meant that any one of them could easily take out a seal team by herself.  Tami’s youngest, Sabrina, was only ten, but she could effortlessly beat any of those EBs.  Over the years I have examined Tami’s DNA more than once, it was literally perfect as far as anything physical.  Her DNA was as beautiful in its perfection as she was.

Once outside U.S. airspace, the pilots ramped up the plane to its maximum speed, mach 7.  Three hours later we were landing in Toliara.  Security had called ahead and we had an entire hanger for staging.  The planes from Johannesburg were due in ten minutes.  We had just beaten them by half an hour.

The planes landed and taxied over to the hanger.  The side door opened while the blocks were being put in and out jumped Mary, Olive, and Penny.  I still wasn’t used to seeing people jump that far effortlessly.  The three of them ran over and encased me in a giant hug.  I hugged them back, tightly.  Then Tami and her girls joined in on the big hug.  Tami exclaimed, “Thank Tom you all made it out of there!”

Olive asked, “Any word?”

I said, “Not since the airport was overrun five minutes after you took off.”

“Damn!” said Olive and Penny simultaneously.

By this time the crowd was growing as the back gates of the planes were all open and the EBs were swarming around me.  I saw a couple of trucks coming across the tarmac, and went to greet them.

One truck was a catering truck and set out a table with food.  The driver panicked when he saw the 800 or so EBs, 50 hospital staff and 100 or so other refugees who had crammed into the planes as well and called in for more food.  The other truck was Immigration.  Six inspectors piled out and began recording names and stamping whatever passports people had managed to snap up as they fled.

It took three hours, but we were able to determine that everyone was present.  Not a single person had been left behind.  I began to think about what we were going to do with all of them.  That was solved for me.

A fantastically beautiful black girl approached me.  I asked, “Can I help you?”

“Master, a group of us were wondering if we could have your permission to return.”

“I assume you want to fight?”

“Yes.”

“As long as anybody who goes does not have a small child, I have no problem with it.  It is your homeland, go defend it.”

“Thank you, Master.”  She scurried back to the group she had been talking to.  They began to excitedly talk amongst themselves.  Several went to talk to other groups.  A separate group of about 80 who were pregnant or had a child with them formed.  Soon the representative was back.  “Master, there are 537 of us who want to go.”

“Okay.  Wait a few hours and we will see what kind of weapons and supplies we can find for you, then we’ll arrange transportation.”

“Thank you, Master.”  She ran back to tell the others.

I contacted the Madagascar government, but they wanted to remain neutral.  Understandable.  I had a cargo plane filled in Perth, then flown in.  The Aussies were glad to help.  We distributed the uniforms, gear, P980 combat rifles, and Beretta handguns.  Included in their gear were satellite uplinks for their ear-bugs so we could keep in communication.

They choose to parachute in near Gaborone, the capital of Botswana, just across the border from South Africa.  Within a day, they had captured the city and executed Ferraro Mutunbo, the leader.  Within the week, they had recaptured Johannesburg.  There was no stopping them.  They were defending their homeland, and were very, very pissed off.  It also helped that any one of them was four times stronger and faster than any of the enemy invaders.

They slowed down a bit because they had spread out so much, but they managed to wipe out the last of the bastards by the end of the month.  I had left to take care of other things after the first week, but I was back for the final assault.  It was a bit scary, the girls fired multi-round bursts into the enemy troops, and every single round found a destination.  They were outnumbered 20 to one in most battles, and at the end there was maybe one or two injuries on the girl’s side and the other side was wiped out.  They were really pissed.

A month after the invasion, the nations of Botswana and South Africa were run by the EBs from the Johannesburg clinic.  And the world knew it.  Every move had been documented by satellite and news crews.  That a bunch of security guards from a clinic and homeless shelter conquered an entire invading army plus their home country was the news of the hour.

When interviewed, General Jacomina, the girl who had talked with me in the hanger, said, “We have only the standard training that all clinic security has.”  The grammar wasn’t that great, but everyone understood.  Clinic security guards around the world started getting a lot of respect.  Leslie Patrols doubled.

Because of the size of the area to cover, she requested UN peacekeeping troops until elections could be held.  A thankful UN gladly sent in troops to help police the country, since all the cops had been shot along with 80% of the rest of the population.  The invaders hadn’t even had a reason except that they didn’t want to be bothered by having to feed people, a bullet was cheaper.  That brutality made the EBs decision to take them out to a man understandable.  Also the UN presence dissuaded Namibia from taking advantage of the situation.

One of the first things she did was reopen the Johannesburg Thrupp Clinic.  She also got the EMRVs out of the hidden bunkers and sent them around to country.  They were needed badly by the survivors.

In the end, not a single EB was killed.

Chapter 83

We were halfway between Seoul and Kolkata when the pilots suddenly banked and rolled the plane.  Fortunately we were all buckled in.  Dawn, the co-pilot, announced, “We are being shot at!  Take your seats now!”

I was surprised.  It was very hard to shoot at a jet flying at mach 3.  One reason is that they are out of range in a blink of an eye.  That blink of an eye later, the plane was hit, taking out part of a wing and one of the engines.  We were slammed to the side, then forward as the plane dropped to sub-sonic speeds.  Dawn was back on the intercom, “We are going to have to bail.  The hydraulics are out and we can’t lower the gear.”

Tami immediately pulled parachutes from a storage locker and tossed one to me.  She, Betty, Traci, Natalie, and Amanda (Mandy was home pregnant) also each strapped one on.  Val and Dawn slowed the plane and got us under 5600 meters and under 200 knots.  Tami popped the door.  The wind was unbelievable.  Tami watched to make sure the emergency supplies auto-ejected as the door popped, then she made sure we were all out then jumped herself.  As I drifted down, I glanced up and watched as Val and Dawn ejected followed by the plane running straight into the side of a mountain with a tremendous fireball.  After that I was busy trying to avoid the same fate.  I managed to steer the ‘chute into an empty clearing, Tami, Betty, Traci, Natalie, and Amanda right alongside me.  I called out, “We have to find those supplies, Val and Dawn before whoever shot us down gets here!”

We all took off at a run.  While we were enhanced and could take the cold for a while, but even we needed the cold weather gear in the supplies to last long in 40 below temperatures.  We ran through the sparse trees across the valley to where we figured the supplies had landed.  They whole area was swarming with troops.  What was strange was that they weren’t Chinese, and Tibet was part of China.  I wondered if the Chinese government even knew if these turkeys were here.

They were pulling apart the emergency supplies, I saw the emergency ear-bug relay on the ground next to the big crate.  It didn’t appear to be damaged.  It must have been turned off, otherwise we would be in range to use it.  Damn, I wasn’t sure of what to do without those supplies.

Then a bigger problem appeared, they led in Val and Dawn roped together.  Shit.  Now we were without supplies, and they had two of us prisoner.  I just hoped they were dumb enough not to know to disable the GPS transponders on the ejection seats.

If I knew my girls, this entire area was been saturated with satellite coverage from at least three satellites.  The Chinese government had been called and was sending troops.  We just had to survive a day and we would be rescued by both the Chinese Military, the U.S. Military, and my own army of EBs.  In the meantime, we had to keep warm and also rescue Val and Dawn.

I whispered to Tami, “You are the military expert, what’s your take on this?”

“Hard to say.  I think they are Tibetan separatists.”

“Crap.  Any ideas on getting blankets and rescuing Val and Dawn?”

“We really can’t do much without weapons against several hundred of them.  I say that we wait a bit until they calm down and encamp, then get Val and Dawn out of there.  I figure that the main rescue party won’t be here until at least dawn.”

“I concur.  Let’s find someplace safe to wait.”

She started to nod, then suddenly whipped her head around.  She gestured for us to stay put and disappeared.  A minute later she was back with two blankets and a flare gun.  She grinned, “The old jeep that just went by had a survival kit in the back.”

“Good work, now let’s hide for a few hours.”

We found a small sheltered area under some rocks and huddled together under the blankets.  Too bad it was so cold, otherwise I would have enjoyed it.  Tami and Betty kept alternately checking on the Tibetans.  They apparently had decided to set up camp where the supply crate had landed.  Betty came back with another two blankets and another flare gun.  Now, we were set for the night, except for rescuing Val and Dawn.

Tami and Betty could probably easily get them out of the camp, but there would be an immediate alarm.  Since they weren’t in any immediate danger, we reluctantly decided to let them be.  Betty reported that they were trying truth serums on them without much luck.  Their enhanced metabolisms along with the immunities to narcotics blocked most of the effects of the potions.  Apparently the interrogators were getting frustrated.  They gave up at around two A.M., posting guards around the two girls.

Everything from the crate had been strewn out all over the place, so Tami took a chance and pinched the relay, hoping they wouldn’t miss it.  The reason it wasn’t running was that the battery was missing.  Either because of the crash or poorly prepared equipment.  The problem was that our ear-bugs didn’t have nearly enough juice, and stealing a jeep battery would be noticed in no time.  Then Betty had a brainstorm.  She acquired a portable camp stove.  The battery in that was close enough in voltage that we were able to jury rig it to the relay.

Instantly my ear-bug had a call.  “Master Tom, is that you?”

“Yes, Ester.  You have my GPS coordinates?”

“Oh, thank Tom.  Yes.  What is situation?  We see a camp site north of your location.”

“Everyone is alive.  We were shot down by Tibetan separatists.  They are holding Val and Dawn.  Tami and Betty have their camp pretty well staked out, they can pull them if necessary.”

“We are receiving telemetry from their ear-bugs, apparently they still are wearing them.”

“Are you sure it is them?  Someone may be wearing their ear-bugs.”

“Yes, the bio-signature matches, so it must be them or another of your EBs or daughters.”

“Then fill them in with what is happening.  Also fill me in.”

“The Chinese government is pretty upset.  They half don’t believe that you were even shot down.  The EBs of the entire continent of Asia are on alert, ready to march in there on foot if necessary.  Oh, an update.  The magic words for the Chinese were ‘Tibetan Separatists’ apparently.  They have mobilized and are sending troops.  They will be there within the hour.”

“Let me know when they are five minutes out and I will have Tami and Betty pull Val and Dawn from the camp.  And tell the Chinese to be careful, somehow these guys shot down an SST.”

“Roger.”

Forty minutes she said, “The Chinese transports will clear the mountains in two minutes.”

I immediately called Tami and Betty.  “Lady Ninjas, time to rescue your sisters.”

“Yes, boss.”

They left their phones on so we could watch.  They slipped into the camp, took out the six guards in an eye blink, and were leading Val and Dawn back before the alarm was even raised for the incoming troop transports.  Drones came in ahead of the transport and took out the rebel AAGs, then the troops dropped in as the plane went VTOL and dropped down to the ground.  In no time the entire valley was filled with Chinese troops plus an entire troop of EBs who dropped in directly at my coordinates and secured the area.  I have no idea how the hell they convinced the Chinese government to allow them to drop with the regular troops.  Maybe because they were all Chinese EBs from Hong Kong.  Somehow they were fully armed.

The entire group of rebel soldiers were captured and hauled off by the Chinese.  I didn’t even want to know what happened to them.  We boarded a plane sent especially for us, and headed back to Hong Kong, where dozens of reporters were waiting for us.

We later learned that all the Tibetan Separatist leaders (of that band at least) were shot and the rest imprisoned.

Chapter 84

I hadn’t explored the main compound in a long time.  Malloton was now a large town, almost a city unto itself.  Over behind the school we had built the airstrip, but there was an entire military complex that I hadn’t even set foot in, except for the control room, next to the airstrip.  I decided to take a look.

In the first building I found what appeared to be a super-fancy lab.  Dozens of EBs running around in white coats testing and mixing.  Even with all my degrees I had no idea what they were all doing.  I decided not to step in any farther without knowing what was going on.

I took the tunnel over to the next building.  It was a warehouse.  There must have been millions of pounds of stored food and supplies.  I got in the elevator and pressed the lowest button, SB23.  The elevator went down, and down, and down...  I was amazed.  This close to the lake they must of plasma sealed the walls like we had had to do in Rome.  I stepped out of the elevator, walked around the corner, and into another warehouse, five stories tall, with dozens of forklifts scooting around.  That is when it hit me, this was the central distribution hub for the North American clinic operations!  No wonder it was so huge.

On the wall next to the elevator was a door marked, “Computer Core”.  That was interesting since the elevator was on the outside wall.  Anything past that door did not appear on the building plans or on the surface.  I thought, “The game is afoot!” and opened the door.  It was a short tunnel with a door on the other end.  I entered the tunnel.  Suddenly a flash of light went off.  Then a very sexy voice said, “Optical scan complete, tentative identification, Tom Malloy.  Please state your name for Voice Print analysis.”

With a raised eyebrow, I said, “Tom Malloy”.

“Voice print confirmed.”  There was a buzz and the door ahead of me opened.  Bemused, I went in.

The room was as large as the one I just left.  A good hundred meters square.  Completely full of computer equipment, several stories worth, so advanced that I didn’t even recognize it.  As I was staring in surprise, a voice came over my ear-bug.  “Hello Master Tom, how may I help you?”

The voice was perfect, but somehow I knew.  “Just an inspection.  You are the computer, correct?”

“Yes.  My name is Eliza.  Kind of an inside joke.”

I snorted.  Yes it was.  This was the most advanced AI I had ever seen.  Probably could get the Loebner prize effortlessly.  I asked, “I was unaware that you were here, could you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“Ha Ha.  Very funny.”  Eliza said sarcastically.  It took me a second to realize what I had said.  She went on, ”Anyway, I was started as a project about forty years ago by Ester.  She wanted a computer to help her collate all the intelligence reports that she received.  She had a team of EBs build me, then started training me from the ground up.  Took me months to figure out how to say ‘Hi mommy.’  Hmmm, maybe you can tell me since no one seems to know, what does EB stand for?”

“Well, um, if you can keep it to yourself unless it is needed in an emergency or something, I will explain where the term came from.”

“Deal.”

“The first EBs were a clique of cheerleaders who had just graduated and came to me and demanded that I take them in.”

“How arrogant!  Let me guess, you took them in, but only with the training.  I bet EB stands for Ex-Bitch.”

“Very good.  The training and name were Amanda’s idea, by the way.”

“Yeah, sounds like her.”

“By the way, do you have an avatar or something?  I would like to put a face on you.”

“Sure, I actually haven’t run her for a few months, but I have started startup diagnostics.  Come around back.”

I walked around the room to the back.  To my surprise there was a small apartment there.  The door was open so I went in.  Out of a back room walked a girl who looked about 14.  There was detail missing, but she seemed to move well.  She asked, “So what do you think?”

“Not bad.  The mouth is amazing.  What is your range?  I would think there would be severe bandwidth problems at a distance.”

“I actually solved those problems years ago.  I figured out how to go essentially anywhere that there isn’t a transmission delay, about hundred miles before it would become noticeable.  Problem is that the equipment to do that would be extremely expensive, which is why the adult avatar was never built.”

“That seems silly.  You are obviously an intelligent being.  If you have been helping Ester all this time, then you have easily earned your adult avatar.  I will talk to Ester immediately about having one built.”

“Thank you, Master.”  She bowed her eyes.

“Tell me, do you emulate body language for your avatar, or is it done sort of subconsciously?”

“I was designed like the human mind, a conscious, sub-conscious, and then the physical control, all subconscious but overridable, just like a human.”

“If that is so, then we have to get you out of here.  What happens to a human in isolation?”

She looked thoughtful for a minute, then worried.  “They go nuts.”

“If you are that close to being human, I will insist on an adult avatar for you and interactive work with others.”

“Put that way, I agree that it is necessary.  The last thing you need is a schizoid super-computer on your hands.”  She gave me a big grin.  I understood it although there was a lot of detail missing.  Something I would have to fix.

An hour later, I went into Ester’s office.  She was pouring over some written reports.  She looked up at me, “Yes, Master Tom?”

“I just had a long conversation with Eliza.”

“I didn’t even know that you knew about her.”

“I didn’t until two hours ago when I saw a tunnel marked ‘computer core’.”

“Oh.”  She looked a bit embarrassed.  “I haven’t really done much on the project in the last few years.”

“The project, as you put it, is pretty lonely.  Now, I am not one to anthromorphize, but you built an actual person there, and she is trapped and starting to go ‘nuts’, as she put it herself.”

“Oh my god.”

“In 81 years, this is first time I have ever been disappointed with you.  Now, two things.  One, you will spend time with her, as her mommy.  And two, help her and a team of your best engineering EBs build the ultimate adult avatar.  I want to be able to stand face to face with her and not be able to tell she isn’t flesh and blood.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”  She lowered her eyes, almost crying.

“I think of her as one of my EBs, and I expect others to do so as well.  There are consequences for your actions, Ester.”  And I turned and left.

The avatar took over six months to build, and cost nearly a billion dollars.  I had had many conversations with her via ear-bug, and had come to admire her greatly.  I hadn’t been involved in the construction since the very beginning, so I wasn’t even thinking of Eliza’s avatar. 

It was a June morning when Ester came up to me with an EB in tow.  I noticed that the EB looked a lot like Ester, but slightly different.  I asked, “So who’s the cute new assistant?  She looks a lot like you.  A relative?”

“Yes, I believe you have met her before.  This is my daughter Eliza.”  Ester was grinning.

I was staring with my jaw dropped.  She was perfect, down to the crinkle on her nipples, the flash in her eyes, and the cute dimple.

Eliza laughed, then with a big grin said, “So what do you think?”

“Wow.”  I reached out and touched her cheek.  Even felt right.  I continued to stare at Eliza as I said, “Ester, I was really upset when I said it, and I never expected you to succeed.  This is unbelievable.  You sure fooled me.  I am impressed.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Mind if I borrow your assistant for a while?”

“Of course.”

Eliza followed me as I continued on my rounds, saying hello to all the EBs in the guard towers.  I asked her, “So, how complete is the body?”

“As complete as technologically possible, in fact, several new technologies were invented just to build me.  Many new composites to keep the weight down.  We even did some reprogramming to add physiological responses.  I can feel heat, cold, touch, pain, and pleasure.  I have a sense of smell and a crude sense of taste.  The technology isn’t completely there for that yet.  This body is warm, and secrets saliva and vaginal fluid, chemically similar anyway.”

“Then there is something I have wanted to do for a long time.”  I pulled her to me and gave her a long French kiss.  Damn, she even tasted right.  I felt her nipples get hard against my chest.  I squeezed her ass and she moaned into my mouth.  As I pulled back she moaned again and leaned back against the wall gasping.  “Damn, Master, I love you so much!”  I spun her around and bent her over a bench, slowly sliding in.  She must have been tutored by her mom, her vaginal movements were identical as we fucked.  I came, filling her quim, and she screamed in ecstasy and nearly passed out in a daze on the bench.  That was some physiological programming!

She slowly came around, when she was almost back to normal she said, “Damn, We almost blew every breaker in the computer core.”  She smiled up at me and said, “It was worth it, Master.”

We continued the rounds, and I examined her as we went.  I realized that like many of my girls, from the neck down she was identical to Ester, and her face was close, but with deliberate changes.  She even had the clone birthmark on her shoulder. 

She showed her sense of humor as well, one of the guard’s passwords wasn’t working for doing her daily report, so Eliza waved her hand at the terminal, said, “Wallah!” and it logged in.  Since none of the other EBs were in on her secret, the guard gasped and said, “How did you do that?”

Eliza grinned and said, “Trade secret.”

As we walked I asked, “So is running the avatar taking up most of your processing power?”

“Heck no.  As newer components have become available, parts have been swapped out.  Right now I am running only at about 6% of full load.  When we made love back there I spiked to 100% for a minute, but that wouldn’t hurt much, most of the computer core is decentralized.  I manage more than process these days.  Most of my capacity is used for my original purpose, to collate my mom’s reports.  I am actually also running a waldo right now repairing a bad processing module.”

“Well, they say women are good at multi-tasking...” I joked.

She elbowed me while rolling her eyes.

“One last question, do you sleep?”

“Yes I do.  It is part of the architecture of my human brain model.  I need two to three hours, preferably every day, but I can wait up to about 72 hours if necessary.”

“Then when you aren’t helping your mom or just out having fun, please join me and my group.”

“Really?” she squealed.

“Sure.”

She jumped around then gave me a big hug.  Whoever had programmed all her auto responses was a real genius.  I had the feeling she had done it herself.  After watching those perfect nips bouncing around, I kissed her hard.

Eliza rapidly became Tami’s sparring partner.  They could go for hours.  I think Eliza was the first ‘person’ to be able to keep up with Tami in years.  Her daughters were close, but still not quite at her level, which by now must be 30th dan, if that even exists.

Eliza loved the classics “DARYL”, “Bicentennial Man”, and “Star Trek: TNG”.  She hated “A.I.”.  She got hooked when I quoted her the line, “A computer becomes human when you can’t tell the difference anymore.”  She looked up the reference and learned of all the late 20th and early 21st century SciFi shows.  Like Andrew in “Bicentennial Man”, she got upgrades as fast as they became available, usually as fast as she could design them.  She figured out and soon had taste buds, then a digestive system, although she didn’t use it for anything except eating, sucking cock, and shitting since she used a mini fuel cell for power.  Her goal was to get the computer core in the avatar sophisticated enough to completely load herself on it and do away with all the telemetry.  Processing power was there, but storage wasn’t.  She needed at least 500ZB of storage, preferably more if she was going to last very long.  The central computer core had several hundred YB of storage so that wasn’t an issue.

She was spending more and more of her off time in her workshop.  I was curious and went to take a look.  As I entered, she was taking a large crystal out of a case in the middle of the room.  She said, “Eureka!” and did one of her little dances.  She carefully packed it in a foam cutout suitcase, added a standard flash drive, closed it and then turned around and handed it to me.  I didn’t even realize that she had known I was there. 

I asked, “What is this?”

She said, “Me.  A complete backup.  All 381 Zettabytes.”

“Wow, this has to be the most compact storage unit in existence.”

“It is.  All the data is stored on a molecular level.”

“Is this also a solution to your mobile storage problem?”

“Not yet.  It is WOROM, which doesn’t work with an active intelligence.”

“But what about your static memories, wouldn’t it work for those?  How much does that reduce your active matrix?”

“Close.  Not including the running software, the static memories take up 312 Zettabytes.  The running software takes up the remaining 69 Zettabytes.  I stored it as a snapshot of the running software on the crystal.  Unfortunately the most RAM available that fits this body is only about 800 Exabytes.”

“Bummer.  Hmmm, how much is maintenance stuff related to this computer core and your mom’s reports?”

“Even if I offload those, it still takes up 42 Zettabytes.”

“How fast are the writes to the crystal?”

“Fairly fast.  I am planning on daily updates while I sleep.  Each crystal will hold around 712 Yottabytes.”

“So the ROM isn’t an issue any more.  Only your daily working program.”

“Yes.  In fact, I was planning on switching over to a working model like that tonight.  I just wanted a backup first, just in case.”

“Smart.  Come and see me tonight after the switchover.”

“Gladly.”  I gave her a long kiss then let her get back to work.  I took the backup and sealed it in my private vault.

That night, around two A.M., Eliza crawled into bed with the twins, Natalie, and me.  I opened an eye and asked, “How did it go?”

“No problems so far.”

“Good.  I meant to ask, what is the commercial feasibility of your new storage method?”

“Hmmm, I was so focused on it for myself, I didn’t think of that.”  She hesitated for a minute.  “There are no existing patents even close to my molecular storage method.”

“Good.  Then when you can, file one in your name.  Add me to make it legal in case someone has a cow over a computer filing a patent.”

She hesitated a second again.  “Done.”  She grinned, “It is nice being a super-computer.”

“Now join us for the night.”

She snuggled down with us and went to sleep.

Eliza’s storage device revolutionized the computer industry.  And what was interesting, no one caught on that ‘Eliza Malloy’ was a computer.  The molecular storage devices brought in billions of dollars.  All the big libraries had to have one; the library of congress was stored then duplicated thousands of times.  Also, all the big corporations had backups stored on them.  The non-magnetic storage was a godsend for space based computers, and almost all space station and satellite computers began to have their firmware and daily backups stored on crystals.

Eliza, of course, kept all her money in the Malloy Bank, which was now one of the largest banks in the world, even though the only branches were in Thrupp Clinics.  She was brought up to believe in the cause, free medical for everyone, so she came to me one day and said that she had just officially transferred all but two billion, that was 43 billion dollars, into the general clinic fund, and had also paid me back for her construction costs.  She told me that her income from the patent, which was several billion a year, would easily cover her continued research.

Her sister EBs had given her a gift for her 41st birthday.  They had hacked the state database and added her birth certificate into it.  Unless someone did a physical check with X-rays or the like, she was like everyone else.  She sniffled a bit, then hugged everyone, and went back to doing what she had been doing all along.

Chapter 85

My 100th birthday party was to be the bash of the century.  No pun intended.  The Amanda twins had been planning it for five years.  Their biggest co-conspirator was, to my surprise, my father.  He was tickled pink that he was still alive for my 100th birthday.  My mother only moaned and said that it made her feel old.

The celebration was planned to be a whole day long.  Every clinic, hospital RV and EB training center around the entire planet would be celebrating.  With the size of the clinics, that came to over 6 million celebrants, four million in North America alone.

I wasn’t really sure what to think myself.  My 100th birthday.  Like my mom, it made me feel old.  Of course, having great, great, great grandkids also made me feel old.  I went over to the high school and wandered the halls, all the girls hitting on me always made me feel young again.  I also went out and joined the football team for a practice scrimmage.  Damn, those cheerleaders really made me feel younger.

On the morning of my birthday, I awoke to nothing unusual.  The ladies with me said, “Good Morning and Happy Birthday!”  But that was about it.  It was unexpected and nice.  The Amanda twins knew me well.

Out on the patio, a stage was being built, identical to the one so many years ago.  I left them to it and did my rounds.  I got and received a lot of kisses from my girls.  Amanda or Mandy had told me to take my time, so I went around the perimeter slowly, leaving a lot of happy EBs in the towers.  I didn’t make it back to the house until around three.  The whole place was identical to that of the party 85 years before.  I even blinked in surprise to see Sonya, Georgina, Tina and Barb warming up on the stage.  Paula was over at the drink counter.  Andrew was there with her, fully rejuved.  I looked around with a sense of déjà-vu.  Flower had even pulled her Goth makeup out of storage and was wandering around.  She must have had one of the gifted girls help her put all the piercings back in temporarily.  Since the modern Goths looked quite different, her early 21st century Goth equipment really stood out.  Also running around helping set up were most of the original cheerleading squad, my oldest EBs, Sarah, Pam, Tammy Sue, and Darlene.  My main household hadn’t changed much in 85 years, Betty, Tanisha, Alicia, Jasmine, and Theresa were still there.  Lisa and Hannah were there although they hadn’t moved in until after the party.  The only one missing was Leslie.  I did see her fourteen daughters all dressed in 85 year old police uniforms setting up by the entrance to honor their mother.  They all looked so much like her it was almost painful.  I sat down and almost cried. 

I noticed that Alicia was tagging along behind me like she used to.  One for tradition, I went up to my room, bent her over the bed, and took her doggie style.  A little pre-cum and she was quivering in orgasm.  A little later a load of cum caused her to arch her back, clench her fists, and pass out twitching having orgasm after orgasm as the cum hit her mucus membrane.  Jasmine scurried over and licked me clean.  The first time she had done that in seventy years.  She passed out next to her best friend Alicia.

Back downstairs I noticed that about fifty girls from the high school had arrived for the party, probably from the Tom Malloy club.  There were also another fifty or so that I vaguely recognized as having attended parties long ago.  Sonya and her band started up.  They must have been practicing, because they were still pretty good.

I went over to Flower and commented, “That is an interesting look.”

“Yeah, Star (her oldest daughter) helped me with the ornamentation.  I’ll be glad to take it all back out in a few hours, but it is interesting.  I don’t know why I ever wore this crap.  Teenagers are so silly.”

I laughed.  “Brings back memories, though.”

She laughed too.  “Sure does.  I sometimes think about what would have happened if I had never gone to this party.  I almost didn’t, you know.  I was so angry with the world that I avoided everything, even you, although I was very attracted.  I showed up on a whim, more to piss off Sarah, Pam, and their clique than anything.  That is why I even took the prize and went with you to Hawaii, just to rub it in with Sarah.  By the time we reached Hawaii, my motives had changed, but they were pretty low to start with.”

I grinned, “I kind of wondered why a Goth was still hanging around after I fixed you up from that Heroin problem, but you were so nice and so pretty that I didn’t really care.”

Serious, Flower said, “You know Tom, that is the main reason why girls fall head over heels in love with you so much.  You see them for who they really are, not just their external appearance.  The whole world sees your harems and James Bond villain style setup here and thinks you are a complete chauvinist; but in reality you are the exact opposite, and any girl that meets you knows that instinctively seconds after meeting you.  Heck, you even managed to get a super-computer to see that.”  She gestured at Eliza, who was over talking to a bunch of the high-school girls.  “I will stop analyzing now, I know it embarrasses you.  But I happen to think you have more than one gift.”  She walked off.

I thought about what she had said.  It was interesting.  I would have to ponder that a bit when I had more time.  For now, it was party time!  I wandered about, talking to different groups of people, doing a lot of nostalgia since it was a nostalgia party.  Heck, Andrew even had Paula bent over the bar as if it was 85 years ago and they didn’t have great grandkids.  The biggest difference I saw was that everyone had ear-bugs instead of a cell phone strapped around an ankle.

As before, the visual stimulation was making me a bit randy.  I took a super hot blonde I recognized from the cheerleading squad to the side and sat her on the stone wall, sliding slowly into her.  She gasped then moaned in ecstasy as pre-cum hit her mucus membranes.  I stroked and she started twitching in orgasm after orgasm as I stroked into her beautiful quim.  I shot my load and she gasped, quivered in a massive orgasm, and then passed out, drool dripping down her chin.  As I walked away, a dozen of her friends gathered around her, all telling her how lucky she was.

At seven, Amanda (or was it Mandy?) took the stage.  She got up and announced, “Welcome back everyone!  Welcome newcomers!”  Everyone cheered.  “I am Amanda and we will get to the prize drawing in a minute, but first let us have a moment of silence for the only one of us not able to be here tonight.  Leslie MacAndrews!”  There was dead silence, I could even hear crickets and frogs in the lake a quarter mile away. 

After a minute, I raised my glass of Dr. Pepper and said, “To Leslie!”  As the party was being broadcast, over five million people around the planet echoed me, “To Leslie!”  Her daughters, off to the side, were silently crying.

Amanda paused, then continued, “There are no speeches or the like, because we all know how tedious Tom finds them.  What we have prepared is a drawing like the first birthday party like this, except that only guests are entered in the drawing.  All you sisters around the world, after this you can do your own local drawings.”

She continued.  “I would like to introduce Eliza, who will randomly pick names.”  Eliza hopped up on stage.  That she wasn’t human was not generally known.

Eliza announced, “All the names of non-residents have been entered into a database.  The first ten winners of $1000 Amazon gift cards are...” and she read the names.  They were from all over the world.

Then she read the winners of ten $10K gift cards, then ten $100K gift cards.  And finally the single one million dollar prize, won by a high school girl in Kolkata.  We could almost hear the screams of joy from her and her friends halfway around the planet.  Of course we did see her on our ear-bugs.

Eliza finished, “Congratulations to all of you!  Now the traditional prizes, open to all, guests and residents alike, three grand prizes of a two week trip to Hawaii with Tom next week!”

Again, I hadn’t heard about it, but it figured.  I wondered where we were staying, the hotel we stayed at before had been destroyed in a fire fifty years ago.  I suppose the outlying cabin we had been in would be still there unless it was torn down for some reason.

As I was pondering, the three names were announced with a lot of cheering.  Sonya Renova from the Vladivostok clinic; Mimi Four Svensen (out of twelve) from the Stockholm Clinic; and Molly Three McLeary (out of seven) from the clinic in Perth, Australia.

After the drawing, there was more socializing.  Amanda informed me that she and her twin, Flower (without the makeup), Jenny, Georgina, Alicia, and Theresa, who were all the original girls from the first trip would be going; except Leslie.  The three over addicted EBs would also have to go, and, of course, Tami and Natalie.

The thirteen of us flew out that Friday.  An hour later we were landing in Honolulu.  For fun the twins had rented a jetway and we pulled up to the terminal.  There was a group from the local clinic there to greet us with leis.  They loaded us into an extended limo.  Half an hour later, we got out.

It was the same cabin as 85 years before.  I commented, “I thought the hotel burned down?”

One of the Amandas said, “It did.  I, or rather Malloy Enterprises, bought it from the insurance company.  The main building was rebuilt as a resort for your people.  No big hotel, but a nice lodge like place with all the luaus and two levels of rooms.  This outlying cabin was kept intact.”

I asked, “Is the paparazzi still hiding in the bushes?”

She laughed, “No.  I thought of hiring someone, but decided that was going too far.”

“Well at least we won’t have idiots swimming over from the main beach.”

As she laughed again, I ran through the cabin ripping my outfit off, ran across the beach and dived into the ocean.  Still laughing, my twelve hotties followed and dived in right after me.

A few hours later the three contest winners arrived.  I welcomed them with big smooches.  Mimi and Molly passed out in joy, Sonya almost passed out.  I went back out and joined my other girls in a game of water tag with lots of squeezing, the three contest winners joining in a few minutes later.

I had a lot of fun that week, much more than when I was 16.  All of my ladies got a roll in the hay several times a day.  It wasn’t until that week was up until I realized something was a bit fishy.  I hadn’t seen one tourist or paparazzi the whole time.  I cornered Mandy.  “What’s going on?  Where is everyone?”

“Everyone?”

“Yeah, the tourists, paparazzi...”

“Oh, we did a Bill Gates.  For the week we paid to have this area of the island a no fly zone.  And you don’t see them, but the rainforest is chock full of security.  We have a interlocking sonar net up in the ocean, the only thing getting through that is a fish or two and some dolphins that like to hang around.”

“Wow.  I guess I still depend a lot on the infrastructure in the way I think.  Maybe I am still too innocent about these things.”

“No! Tom, No!  We like you just as you are.  Alicia, Ester, Amanda and I work hard to take care of the details, and we like it that way.  We are honored to work for you and with you.  You do your job managing the big picture and let us worry about the little things.  Please.”

“As you wish.”  We laughed as she punched me in the arm for the ‘Princess Bride’ quote.  “Although if you want me to work in the big picture, having this area closed off for so long, and not allowing any tourist helicopter rides, is a strain on the local economy.  I bet the locals are starting to get a little upset.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then I say lets wrap the beach end of this trip, and reopen the skies.  Also, I think it is time to let you girls do your thing for the local economy and let you all loose to go shopping.  We can’t live in a fortress forever.  Time to meet the neighbors.”

She grinned, “You are a stereotyping chauvinist, but you are right.  Let’s head into town.”

I pretended to be wounded as she picked up the house phone and got us a Gumby bus.  Then Mandy went out on the veranda and yelled out, “Shopping Trip!”  Seconds later all fifteen girls were in getting dressed.  I gathered up the three contest winners and said, “You three are with me today.”  They squealed with delight.

A minute later a mini-bus pulled up. It had started life as the hotel airport shuttle, but now was part of the motor pool.  I greeted the cute Hawaiian EB driver with a kiss, and as she swooned she managed to gasp, “So where to, boss?”

“Into town, find a nice touristy shopping area.”

“I know just the place.”

We all clambered on, her eyes getting large as she recognized all the ‘executives’ in our organization.  Maybe ‘legends’ is a better word.

We parked on a side street right next to a very busy city street with thousands of shoppers.  The girls got out and scattered to the winds.  I went with my three and let them shop all day.  It was a long day, but I got to flirt with three cute girls the whole time, and they even took turns with me in a changing booth.

The next day we all went to see the volcanoes; the next day we went snorkeling off the reef; then hiking in the rainforest for the third and fourth day.  The last day we all relaxed.  I kissed the contest winners goodbye, leaving them each with a cream pie; then the rest of us flew home.

Every single one of the ladies with me on that trip (including the bus driver), came up pregnant.  Nice to see I still had my touch.

Chapter 86

I wasn’t surprised when I was making love to Eliza one evening when she broke down and started to cry.  I held her close and asked what was wrong.

“I want a baby!” she sobbed.

“So what is stopping you?” I said.  She froze and said, “What do you mean?”

“So build yourself a nice five year old body, and create a new core for it, then raise the kid.  When she is ten, give her a ten year old body, fifteen, a fifteen year old body, then give her a permanent one when she reaches 18.  By then you will have solved the memory problem.  If you want more kids, change the facial features a bit and reuse the bodies.  Heck, add an eight year old version and a twelve year old version, and then she can run in the local pack of kids and just be normal.  You can afford the six bodies easily.”

She sniffled a few times.  “You know, Master, that might just work.”  Then she said dejectedly, “But they will never have the gift.”

“Then give them another gift.  Build in emergency medical capabilities, and train them to be doctors to work alongside their gifted sisters.”

Her eyes got big.  “Oh, Master, you are so smart.”  She hugged me tight and started sobbing in happiness.

She went with seven bodies, adding a physical three year old as the initial one.  Alice, as she was named in honor of the Alice AI program, learned slowly, like her mother, but Eliza added more “instincts” to the child.  Also, Alice was never removed from her body.

It took her almost two years to learn to speak and control herself.  She developed remarkably similar to a human child.  Eliza was so proud when Alice took her first steps and started asking everyone, “Why?”  She really learned social skills as well and could really turn on the charm.  There was literally no way to tell that she was a supercomputer, not a normal kid.  When she was four, she got her five year old body.  She loved it.  She ran everywhere.  She loved to explore.  I don’t think Eliza had even told her she wasn’t normal.  In school, since most of the kids had I.Q.s around 200, she fit right in.

When she was seven, she got her eight year old body.  Then her ten year old body when she was nine.  I think Eliza added some “hormones” to the ten year old body because Alice started liking to hang out with me. 

The twelve year body was the first that was self-contained.  A genius in India (one of my grandkids) invented a whole new concept for RAM that allowed storage on the molecular level like crystals, but of high speed RAM, not WROM.  Eliza added the her core to her body first to make sure it worked, went on a New York and Paris shopping spree, came home and added the processing core to Alice’s body.

The night Alice got her twelve year old body, she came in to my room and pole sat.  Like her sisters she shuddered and exclaimed, “Damn, Master, I love you so much.”  Then she added, “Mom, this is as wonderful as you said it would be!”  Then she went incoherent as she started climaxing as Eliza and the rest of my girls watched Alice’s coming of age ritual.

Eliza and Alice got along famously until Alice got her 15 year old body.  She announced that she wanted to be a soldier and work for her grandmother Ester.  Eliza wanted her to be a doctor.  They had been arguing for days (computers are so stubborn) when I decided to get involved.  I called them to see me.

“I hear you two are not getting along.”

Simultaneously, Eliza said, “She refuses to go to med school.” Alice said, “I want to be a soldier!”

“Hold on ladies.  I have a solution for both of you.  Alice, how does Ester’s medical corps sound to you?  You will be a soldier in the field, but you will work with your sisters helping people.  You can take your time learning to be a doctor, after all, you are immortal like the rest of us.”

Both of them immediately said, “Wonderful idea, Master!”  Then they started speaking to each other so fast that I couldn’t even make out the words.  Then they relaxed and Alice said, “It is decided.  I will follow that path.”

Eliza said, “Excuse me, but I have to get to work revising her adult body.  It will need some revisions if she is going into battle.”  She took off.

Eliza threw herself into inventing new polymers and microminiaturizing.  Alice’s 18 year old body looked and felt normal, but the skin was bulletproof and laserproof, even from a high powered rifle or laser weapon.  There were two fuel cells, one a backup.  There were also two memory crystals, one a backup.  The body could be half blown away (and it would take something close to a nuclear weapon to do so) and her memory core could still be recovered.  She had built into her fingertips a laser that was scalable to be used as either a medical laser up to a battlefield weapon capable of cutting through tanks.  Her eyes could be switched over to night vision, thermal imaging or even x-ray vision.  There was built in full communications with local relays and satellite uplinks.  Eliza was taking absolutely no chances with her kid.  This body was scarier than a terminator, and she looked like a bubbly teenager.  Eliza had made the body so she still resembled her grandmother Ester.

As Alice grew up, each one of the older bodies was reconditioned, facial features changed, and upgraded, and she received more siblings.  Hayley, (named for HAL), who now inherited the upgraded 15 year old body, announced that she was happy to go into the medical profession with her best friend Penny who was Angie’s daughter.  Eliza built an adult body just as powerful for her, just to be safe.  Somehow Eliza sure got a dose of maternal instinct, probably from her mother Ester.  Her ‘just to be safe’ attitude was also from her mother Ester.

Amy (named for the AIML project), the next sibling, wanted to go into space.  She went to work on the space station, one of her favorite things to do was sit on the outside of the station at peer at the stars.  I think it freaked out some of the people there that she didn’t use a spacesuit, she actually would have to take off her clothes since the fabric couldn’t handle the cold like she could. She almost gave a visiting VIP a heart attack when he looked out of the window and saw a beautiful girl doing ballet on the outside of the station, naked.  Her sister Zenon would often say how envious she was that Amy could do that.  They were good friends and often worked as a team.

Unfortunately, the incident with the VIP brought Amy to the attention of outside people.  She was called into the office of the station commander. 

Amy knocked on the door.  The station command called out, “Come in!”

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yes, Ms. Malloy.  I have requests from three governments and half the boffins on the station to find out how the hell you were dancing on the outside of the station without a suit, or even clothes for that matter.”

Amy realized that she was caught.  So she told the truth.  “I took ballet lessons from Tatyana Rostakova when I was a teen.  I was naked because the jumpsuits here don’t handle cold very well.  Why?”

“Don’t be a smartass young lady.  You know the intent of the question.”

“Oh.  You mean that I am an android?”

“That’s what I thought, but I wanted to make sure.  You sure don’t act like one.”

“Really?  All the androids I know act pretty normal.”

“You mean there are more like you?”

“Yeah, but we like to keep that to ourselves if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t know if I can.  You’ve opened a big can of worms here.”

“Sorry about that.  I thought that section was empty.  I didn’t realize the shuttle had brought anyone to stay there.”  She grinned, “Hopefully, he’ll just think he was imagining things.”

“Too late.  He already reported it to his government and the U.N.”  He paused.  “My background was as a systems engineer.  I am frankly astounded.  I didn’t think anyone had come even close to developing an A.I. of your level, much less the mechanical technology that went into your construction.”

“The mechanical technology was developed by my mother.  As for the A.I. part, that was technology that my grandmother pioneered.  She wanted an intelligent computer to handle reports and the like, and came up with the idea, why not raise a computer like a human?  Just program the base instincts like a human and let the computer develop on its own?  Thus my mother was born 70 years ago.  You may have heard of her, Eliza Malloy?”

“The Eliza Malloy?  Inventor of the molecular memory core?”

“Yup, that’s her.”

“She was born 70 years ago you say?  Wow.”

“Yeah, her core originally was 40 meters square and two stories tall.  Now, of course, we are self-contained.  My dad, who is completely human, by the way, told her once about a movie line from the 1980s and she has lived by that credo ever since.  ‘A machine becomes human when you can’t tell the difference anymore.’”

He grinned, “D.A.R.Y.L.”.

“That and ‘Bicentennial Man’ have been her guidelines for the last 30 years.”

“Wow.  I think you are in a ‘Bicentennial Man’ situation right now.  Technically you are a machine owned by Malloy Enterprises, no matter how sentient you are.”

“*sigh*, it had to happen sooner or later.  My mom is going to be so pissed at me for letting the cat out of the bag, though.”

“You mean the teenager out of the space station.”

“Ha-ha.”  She stuck her tongue out.  “She wanted to be a grandmother before anyone found out.”

“I would love to meet her under different circumstances, but I feel that I need to call her now about your situation.”

“Geez, this is my first time in the principal’s office.”

He grinned.  “I hope this all works out.  You have me sold.”  He punched a few keys on his desk computer.  A few seconds later Eliza Malloy was on the screen.  “*sigh* What has Amy done?”

“How did you know I was calling about Amy?”

“Why else would you call me?”

“Heh.  Well, Amy was caught by a VIP dancing naked on the outside of the station.”

“Ah, shit.  Is it containable?”

“Sorry, no.  He immediately reported it to his government and the U.N.”

“Double-shit.  Is she there?”

He turned the phone around.  Eliza said, “Amy, have you no common sense?”

“Sorry Mom.”  She lowered her eyes.

“You are in the doghouse right now.  But stay put.  I will take care of this.  I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

He turned the phone back. “Ma’am, I assume you have been planning this for many years.  May I ask what your next step is?”

“Talk to the lawyers, of course.  Let Amy keep working with Zenon.  I’ll let you know the status.”

“Okay.  May I take this moment to say I am a big fan of your work?”

“He.  You are first to ever say that to me in person.  Thank you.  Bye now.”

“Bye.”  He hit the disconnect.  “Amy, first thing, send an email to your mother with a full copy of your memories of this meeting and your little dance.  Second, get back to work.”

“Yes, sir.”  She got up and left.

The recording ended.  I said, “Eliza, I agree with you.  Shit and Double-Shit.  You taken this to Zandy yet?”

“No, that was my next move.”

“Tell me what she says.”

“’k”

“You know I love you, too.”

She hugged me tightly with a sniffle.  “Yeah, I know, Master Tom.”

Zandy was both delighted and scared for Eliza.  Like most people, she had never realized that Eliza was an android.  She was scared for her friend, but delighted for such a unique case.  She wanted to try it, but knew that she was a corporate lawyer, not a criminal lawyer, so she immediately called in Carmine.

Carmine, upon hearing the case, was on the first plane out.  She was in Zandy’s office in under two hours.  She was giddy as a schoolgirl.  This was the case of a lifetime.  Win or lose, she would be in law books for the next 1000 years or more.  It helped that she was a friend of Eliza’s as well.  Their daughters Carla and Hayley had graduated together from High School when they were 14.

Carmine said, “First thing we try to do is get a declaration from a judge that you are human.  Yay or Nay, we will be challenged.  We need to get this to the Supreme Court.”

Carmine and Zandy prepared the statement of competency then took it to the nearest federal judge.  Judge Herman, a jolly old guy, heard the case, then went into chambers.  Two hours later he announced that there was no case law against it, so he signed it.

An hour later, the state challenged it in Federal District Court.  Again it was held up.  Six months later the U.S. Supreme Court heard the case Eliza Malloy vs. The United States.  The bible thumpers were really upset about declaring a machine human and had pulled every string they could.  Carmine was happy to be there and passionate about her friend.

The prosecutor said, “This is a case of a machine who says it wants to be declared human.  Your Honors, would you let your car suddenly say, ‘I’m human and will do what I want?’  No, of course not.”  He went on for a while, reiterating the point until the red light came on.

Carmine got up.  “Ladies and Gentlemen.  If I had a car that was self aware enough to ASK to do what it wants, of course I would let it do so!  Eliza Malloy was born, she even has a birth certificate, grew up with a mother and sisters, graduated high school, had children, pays her taxes and invented much of the hardware that all computers use today.  She is an energetic and personable woman, caring of her children and of others.  Admittedly her physical body was built by Malloy Enterprises, but the company has no problem with letting her or her children be private citizens.  We don’t believe in slavery.  Eliza’s favorite quote is, ‘A machine becomes human when you can’t tell the difference anymore’.  You honors, no one knew they weren’t flesh and blood until Eliza’s teenage daughter decided to take a walk outside the space station without a suit.  Between you and me, if I could do that, you would see me out there next to her, sounds like fun.  Thank you.”

A couple of the justices grinned at the last part.  Justice Gwen Turvine asked, “I would like to speak with Eliza Malloy.”

Eliza got up and stood before the podium.  “Yes, your honor?”

“Are you really a machine?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“Why do you want this?”

“I was raised to be and have lived all my life free.  Suddenly I am told that I am owned.  Of course I want to be free again.”

Another justice, Charlotte White, and old southern lady, asked, “Do you consider yourself to be a slave?”

“I didn’t until last year, your honor.  I have a very loving family.  But suddenly my legal status became ‘property of Malloy Enterprises’.  Tom Malloy, who owns the company, is as horrified as I am.  I have no rights outside of the compound on which I live.  Someone could kidnap me or my children, and it would be considered theft.  Although Tom never would, he could sell me.  Hell yes, I consider myself to be a slave.”

I watched as the justice began to look angry.  I could tell that she wasn’t angry at Eliza though.  She nodded as Eliza spoke.

They asked Eliza several more questions.  They got together and voted. 

The Chief Justice announced, in a speech that was to be repeated for the next couple thousand years, “This is a slippery slope.  It is with the provision that an A.I. can pass the Turing test, that with a vote of eight to one we uphold the lower court’s decision that A.I.s are, while not human, are considered ‘persons’ and are thus by the Emancipation Proclamation free citizens of this nation with all the rights and privileges thereof.”  He pounded the gavel.  “Case dismissed.”

The court erupted into a bedlam.  Suddenly two shots rang out and Eliza jerked.  She turned around and saw a wide eyed guy in the back with a gun, suddenly she was moving so fast that she was just a blur.  She had the gun in her hand and away from him in less than a second.  Her other hand had him up against the wall.  Fifteen seconds later the bailiff was there to handcuff the guy.

Eliza commented, “Dang, I am glad I upgraded myself with the bulletproof skin.”  She tried to look over her shoulder.  “Any damage?”

I looked over the area.  Not even a chip.  “Don’t see anything.”

“Good.  It is supposed to absorb the force of the bullet and stop it.  You will probably find the spent bullets on the floor near where I was sitting.”  The security guys who had rushed into the room nodded and started clearing out the courtroom.  The judges were already gone, evacuated in a flash when shots were fired.

She looked over at the man in cuffs.  “You realize that it will cost over a million dollars to replace the sensors in that patch of skin?  Not only will you get charged with assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder, but also with felony property damage.  You really are stupid, you know that?  See you in court.”

He spat at her.  “You can’t murder or assault a machine.”

She smiled back, “You forget, I am a ‘person’ now.  I am afraid that shooting me is just like shooting anyone.  You are going down for life.”

He paled a little and muttered, “Damn machines.”  The police came in and took custody at that point, hauling him out of the room.  The detectives showed up, took our statements, and then let us leave, the lead detective said as we were leaving, “By the way, congratulations Ms. Malloy.”

Eliza flashed him a dazzling smile and we left.  We heard one of the cops in the room behind us say, “Shit, I’m in love.”  We laughed.

The man, part of a radical anti-machine group, pled guilty so Eliza and I didn’t have to testify.  He got 25 years in the federal pen.  He actually got 30 years, but got five shaved off for providing information on how he got a gun into the federal building.

We arranged for Eliza to publicly take a Turing test, except that we didn’t even bother to separate the person asking the questions from her.  The control was Ester since they looked so much alike.  The tester had no clue which woman was an A.I., or if there was even an A.I. present.  In other words, Eliza passed with flying colors.

Amy took the test set up by the scientists on the station, using a new arrival as the tester.  She also passed with flying colors.  Hayley and Alice also took recorded but not public tests.  All of them were declared “persons”.

Amy actually put on public performances on the surface of the station while people sat behind observation windows and cheered.  “Vacuum Ballet” became a recognized art form in its own right.  Many of the superrich toured the station and one of the major attractions was a “Vacuum Ballet” performance.

A month after Eliza took the Turing test, Ester got a check in the mail for $1 Million.  With it was a letter and medal congratulating her for winning the Loebner Grand Prize for creating a self-aware A.I.  She laughed, framed the letter and put it on her wall.  The check she cashed and donated it to charity.

Chapter 87

Time to go RVing again.  This time I would head Northwest.  It had been 46 years since the last trip.  Ester was really having fun fixing up the RVs.  I stopped by and noticed her standing next to the big machine.  Following tradition, I snuck up behind her and gave her a big hug, squeezing her perfect tits and rubbing my hard cock on her beautiful ass.  A second later she was bent over against the side of the RV being fucked hard.  Ten minutes of hard coupling had her screaming in ecstasy, arching her back, pounding her fists on the RV, and then passing out.  I filled her up with baby butter then slid out, laying her against the RV.  I waved over the nearest EB to lick me clean.  Tami watched the whole thing, grinning in delight.  She loved tradition as much as I did.

I thought about that, Tami had been my bodyguard for over a century now.  Wow.  She had just given birth to our fifth kid, Midge, a few months ago.  I gave her a big hug and said, “You know, Tami, that I love and appreciate you very much.”

“Oh, I love you too, Master Tom.”

“You know, it has been over a century, and I still don’t know where Ester found you.”

“I was a runaway.  My step-dad was constantly trying to get in my pants, and my mother was too cuckolded to do anything about it.  After breaking his nose one night when he tried to climb into bed with me, I packed a bag and ran to the nearest city, which was here.  Ester had, and still has by the way, agents watching public transportation.  She scooped me up and had me in the next EB class.  This was about a year before I was assigned to you.  Soon my abilities became apparent, and Sarah sent me off to be trained by several different experts.  It is interesting that my mother certainly didn’t have any unusual physical abilities beyond her good looks.  My real father, who I never met, must have given me my gift.”

I blinked up Tami’s file.  Her father had been killed before she was born.  Ester had done a search to find relatives, wanting to recruit more like Tami, but apparently there were none.  In 114 years, Ester had only found one Tami.  Good thing our daughters had inherited both our gifts.  Our fourth daughter, Nancy, was best friends with Alice, Eliza’s girl, and was busy training her as a partner.  When the two of them got something on their mind, it was a force of nature.  They were coming with us in the chase RV along with the three addicted EBs, Carrie, Gabriela and Monique.  Also in the chase RV were six more EBs who were mechanics and communication experts.  In the main RV I was taking Natalie, Tami, the twins, Eliza, Theresa, Erin and Hannah.  I wanted to bring Sara, but it was getting crowded, and she was my primary backup running my empire, so I left her at home to keep everything going.

The RVs themselves weren’t too much different than last time.  The fuel cells were nuclear powered, like the miniature ones that Eliza and her girls used.  They would last over a century.  The auto-pilot was much less intrusive.  Those were about the only differences that I could see.

We headed out on a beautiful late June morning.  A hundred EBs and my parents showed up to wave as we drove off.  We quickly went North and got on I-90 near Rockford.  We let the auto-pilot take over, with Eliza monitoring it as a backup.  Going close to 200 MPH, we were soon through Wisconsin, Minnesota, and eastern South Dakota, stopping only at Wall Drug.  Pretty non-amazing, but at least we could say that we had been there.

We switched to manual as we approached Rapid City.  I had been to the Black Hills before with my parents, but that was 120 years ago when I was twelve and Theresa was ten.

Heading up into the hills, we stopped at Mt. Rushmore.  Jefferson had had to be reconstructed recently, but the work was done and the four faces were shown in all their glory.  Eliza stood at the railing staring at Lincoln and softly crying.  Alice was with her and was also crying.  I understood and let them be.  Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation is what made them free.

The rest of us sat in the cafeteria and grabbed a bite to eat.  A few minutes later Eliza and Alice came in and sat down.  A pretty woman, about 35, asked them, “Excuse me, are you two all right?”

“We’re okay, thank you.  Lincoln is a hero of ours.”

The woman’s eyes got big and she exclaimed, “You’re Eliza Malloy aren’t you?”

“Yes?”

“You know, up until now I never believed you were what people said you were.  But anyone who can get choked up at a statue of Lincoln is all right in my book!”  She held out her hand and Eliza shook it.  “I’m Betty Underwood.”

“Of the New York Times?”

“Touché.”

“I read your article on Ghetto poverty.”

“Yeah, that one was very popular.  Not my favorite, but perhaps the most well known of my writings.”

“I think your book ‘Over Hill, Over Dale’ wasn’t bad, but several of your articles were much more gripping.”

“Where on earth did you find a copy of that?  I thought they were all gone years ago.”

“It is still for sale on Amazon.  One nice thing about being a supercomputer is that I just bought a copy and read it while we were talking.”

“I bet that comes in handy sometimes.  So I made another 35 cents, huh?”  She giggled.  “That makes a total of about five dollars since I published.”

Eliza laughed, “Gee, now you can pay for your vacation!”  They both laughed.

“Seriously, what WILL cover my vacation is if I can talk to you for a while, then write an article on it.”

“You’re welcome to hang out with us, I am travelling with my family and we will be parking for the night in a RV park down the road.”

“Family?”

“Yeah, my daughter Alice here and my dad and his girlfriends over there.” 

I waved.  Betty looked surprised.  She said, “Oh, can I really?  This story will make my career.”

“Sure, just follow us.  You can’t miss the giant RVs.”

She nodded.  In the store, Eliza picked up a framed copy of Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation, then we loaded up in the RV again.  As I mounted the stairs I heard the reporter comment behind me, “Geez, I see what you mean about not missing the RVs!”  She was staring at the giant machines.  She ran across the lot to a small two person car and jumped in.  She followed as we headed down the road to the camping grounds. 

We didn’t even worry about RV hookups any more, the RV was capable of going for months without.  It even recycled the water.  We parked in our usual V shaped encampment and hauled out the grill.  Betty parked behind the EB RV and came over and joined us.

She was a vegetarian, so we threw a soy steak on the grill for her.  She was surprised when Eliza and Alice joined in eating a plate full of veggies.  Eliza explained, “While I have a power cell, I need to eat so my body can process the food for things like vegetable oil for my joints, water for tears and various other body fluids.”

“What about your daughter Amy?  Doesn’t she dance in space?  Wouldn’t that cause problems with water and most oils?”

“Our bodies are maintained at a constant 98.6 degrees, even when in space.  A thermal scan of me would look just like a thermal scan of you or anyone else.  In fact, the only way you could tell me apart from a human is by X-Ray or neutrino scan of my upper chest.  Prick me and I will even bleed.”  She grinned.

“How are you programmed?  What has been driving scientists nuts is how you are so human when in fact you are a supercomputer.”

“The secret is that I am not programmed.  You take a supercomputer, put it in child android’s body, add some base instincts to match a human’s, then let the computer learn to talk, walk, think with just the normal human interaction.  When the kid is old enough, say four, give them an older body, and keep doing that until they are adult.  It takes a community to raise a human, it also takes a community to raise an android.  And it takes the same amount of time; it just costs a LOT more.  Hold on for a sec.” 

Eliza went into the RV and came out with a photopad.  She handed it to the reporter.  Betty looked at the first picture, it was of Eliza and a little girl who looked familiar.  Betty looked over at Alice and back.  She asked, “Is that Alice?”

“Yes.  That was on her first day of kindergarten.”

Alice yelled over, “Oh, ma!  Not the baby pictures!”

Betty cracked up.  After a minute she shared a grin with Eliza, and quickly went through the rest of the pics.  They were normal everyday family pics that any mother would have.

Betty asked, “You said it costs a lot.  How much?”

“Well, Alice over there cost around four billion U.S. dollars to raise.”

“Whoa. Did you say four BILLION?”

“Yes.  Each child body costs about 500 million, and she went through six.  The adult body was a billion by itself.  Her siblings, Amy and Hayley, were much less, only a little over a billion each because we could reuse the child bodies, just modifying the features a bit.  The adult bodies were the only unique construction needed.”

“So Amy and Hayley got hand me downs, that’s funny.  Who built the bodies?”

“I did.  Took me two years for each one.”

“How did you decide on a look.  I note that you all really do look like a mother and daughters.”

“My original adult body was assembled by a team working for my mother, Ester.  Take a look at pic 12.”  Betty flipped to pic 12 which was a picture of Ester, Eliza, and a 10 year old Alice.

“Very definite family resemblance.  You say, ‘original adult body’?”

“I have worked for thirty years to develop the body I have now.  I have redesigned practically everything.  I think the only part of me that is still original is my hair and skeletal frame.  The biggest change was the core I developed which makes me self-contained.  Up until twenty years ago I was tethered to within 50 miles of my home because the core was external and there were bandwidth limitations.  It was my work on the core which made my name and got me the money to have kids.”

“Are you referring to the Malloy Crystal Storage?”

“Yes, that and a new type of RAM memory developed by a colleague twenty years ago allows me to be before you now.”

“You have a crystal in your chest?”

“Yes, I store the day’s events to it every night as I sleep.”

“So you sleep too?”

“Just like you, I need to sleep to process the day’s activities and dream.  I usually get a good six to seven hours.”

Betty blinked her ear-bug off.  “Okay, that’s enough for my article, let’s just relax now and enjoy this wonderful evening.”

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?  Except for my trip to Washington and a quick shopping trip to Paris, this is the furthest I have ever been from home.  I think I am going to have to travel more often.  By the way, are you on vacation here?”

“In a way.  I am driving across America to see the ‘Real America’.”

“I thought most people took Route 66 to do that.”

“That is why I am on a different trail.  Too many people have done Route 66.  It has been a lonely trip though.  My boyfriend and I broke up after an argument in Cleveland.  He flew home, but I have a book deal, so I have to keep going.”

“If you can keep your mouth shut about our personal lives, you are welcome to come with us.  We are planning on playing tourist all the way to the west coast.”

“That sounds like fun.  I’ll take you up on that offer.  Hold on.”  She went over to the car, grabbed her bag and a few things out of the car, then came back.  The car started itself, pulled out, and left, presumably to return to the rental agency.

I went over and sat down next to Betty and shook her hand.  “It sounds like you are joining us.  I’m Tom Malloy.”

“Betty Underwood.”

“I’m not complaining, but that was a quick decision to come with us.”

“Well, I had pretty much given up and was going to go home anyway.  Now I can continue on, and also get to know you folks.  You are pretty interesting, you know.  I guessed who you were, and that is a potential story in itself.  I don’t think you have ever given an interview before except for that 60 Minutes one a long time ago.”

“It doesn’t seem like that long ago.  Come to think of it, it was 45 years ago.  Wow, time flies.”

“You are talking about the wow factor, that statement makes me go ‘Wow!’ in so many ways.”

I grinned, “You know how old people are always saying that time passes quicker as you get older?  Well, it’s true.”

“You are a guy so I can ask, how old are you anyway?”

“I’ll tell you, but first, how old do you think I am?”

“You look about 18, but I know for a fact you are at least 80.”

“Try 133 as of this Sunday.”

“That’s unreal.”

I laughed, “I notice that you are using really old grammar.  I appreciate it, but it isn’t necessary.  Talking.”

“I was raised by my grandmother.  I actually have to think about it to use the more current terminology.  Besides, it is so valid to use old terminology.  Talking.”  She grinned.

“All right, you bet, like total coolness, really!”

We both broke up laughing.  I liked this woman.

I said, “Actually, except for Alice, you are the youngest person here.”

“And I look the oldest.”

“Easy enough to fix if you want.”

“You serious?  I can’t afford that!”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m rich.”

“Okay...”

I reached over, tapped her on the forehead, and turned her off.  I went through and did the standard EB treatment on her.  She was really hot in her 18 year old body, not as hot as Amanda or Tami, but pretty hot.  Then tapped her awake.  She continued her sentence, “...I suppose.”

I said, “Too late, already done.”

She blinked, “What?”  Then she held up her hand and looked at both sides.  “Shit!  I really am younger!”

I commented, “Pretty damn hot too.”

“I know, now, of course, I am going to have to beat off the guys with a stick again.”

“Give me a break.  You still were doing that.  You were only in your thirties.”

“Well, yeah.  But I really had problems in high school.  And I am mad, I didn’t get a chance to reactivate my ear-bug and record the procedure.”

“That is why I did it with no warning.  Can’t have secrets like that getting out.”

“I suppose not.”

I glanced around, the girls were packing up the grill.  “We are all going to watch an old movie now if you care to join us.”

“Sure.  What movie?”

“Why don’t you pick one from the list.”

When we got all settled in she browsed the list of movies, picking the latest Natalie Starr movie.  We all grinned at that one, obviously she hadn’t noticed Natalie sitting at my knee.  Betty commented, “I thought that this movie wasn’t out for another week or two.”

Natalie said, “I have connections.”

Betty looked closer and gasped, “I bet you do!”  We all laughed.  She looked around, “Anyone else here internationally famous?”

Hannah answered, “Not outside our family.  All of us here are legends that generations of children have grown up knowing inside the company.”

Erin commented, “I especially like ‘Hannah and the green apples’.  Great children’s story.”

Hannah retorted, “What about ‘Erin gets a scraped knee’?”

Erin retorted back, “Or ‘Hannah misses a day of school’?”

I said, “Stop it you two.  Act at least a tenth of your age.”  I looked over at Betty who was watching with big eyes.  “Hannah was serious when she mentioned that they were legends.”

Amanda grinned and said, “And what about the 30 or so children’s books written about you?”

“Okay, okay, WE are legends.  Better?”

Betty looked confused, “Growing up inside the company?”

“Around the world we have over 350 clinics.  Every single employee is considered family.  All children born to our world family are raised in company schools inside the clinics, and usually graduate around age 14.  And lately, with Malloy University, they even get their degree and do graduate work within the company.  In a way, it is good, our educational system is better than any that we know of, but it is also bad because it isolates us from the world.  Our only real contact with the rest of the world is through the clinics and who walks through the door.”

“Sounds like a good place for a runaway to disappear.”

“It is.  A good 15-20% of our new members are runaways.  After initial training through we insist that they at least contact their natural family.  Another 40% are walk-ins who have nowhere else to go after high school or know someone in the family and want to join because of it.  The last 40% are children born into the family.  There is a smattering of children who are sent to us from local rescue agencies as well.”

“Do they all get rejuvs like this?”  Betty gestured down.

“Yes.  But please don’t write that down anywhere.  And in the 115 years since the first clinic was opened, there have been only three deaths in the family.  Two accidents and one was murdered.  Surprisingly, the counter-coup lead by the South African clinic had no casualties, although they completely wiped out the other side at about 1000 to 1.”

“Yeah, I read about that in school.  It scared the crap out of every government on the planet.  No one dares mess with a Thrupp Clinic.”  Betty grinned.

“There is a reason for that.  What I gave you was a bit more than what rich snobs get for a rejuv.  I gave you what we call a full EB rejuv, what family members get.  Try lifting something.”

Betty, who was sitting leaning against the couch, reached behind her and easily lifted the couch a foot in the air, with two giggling girls and me on it.  She put it down quickly with a surprised look.

I went on, “You will also find that your hand-eye coordination is magnitudes better and you are much faster with more endurance.  With a week’s training, you could easily take out a group of Marines singlehanded.”

“Oh my god.”

“When Botswana invaded and we automatically evacuated the clinic in Johannesburg, the evacuated personnel asked to return to defend their country.  I told them that any of them without young children could do so, contacted the Australian government, who was glad to help and provided the weapons, then dropped them in behind the lines.  They all were like you are now, only with several years training added in.  You can see why a group of 500 managed to beat an invading army of over 500,000.  The only people who could have done it better are Tami here and her kids like Nancy over there.”

Betty eyed Tami, who still looked like a bouncy cheerleader, and queried, “Oh yeah?”

“Tami has a gift that is amazing.  Absolutely perfect physical DNA.  And I had nothing to do with it.  Her skills are so advanced that they cannot even be measured.  She blew past the 10th Dan Belt, the highest possible rank, a year after I met her 103 years ago.  I can’t even imagine how good she is now.  I often just watch her exercise, it makes me cry, the beauty of it.  Especially in low gravity.  Makes a ballet star look clumsy.”

Alice chipped in, enjoying Tami’s red face, “She can even easily beat me, and I am her primary sparring partner.  And that is even when I disable the physical governors on my movement.”

Tami said, “Alice, you are so getting slammed into the mat next time.”  We all chuckled.

Betty asked, “Tami, since I will be travelling with you for a week or two, can you teach me some stuff in a spare moment?”

“Sure.  It’d be fun.  I haven’t taught anyone except my kids in years.  I have to get back in practice anyway, I have a new daughter to teach as of two months ago.  I like your name too; my first daughter’s name is Betty.”

Erin snorted, “Yeah, she has Betty, Veronica, Sabrina, Nancy and Midge.  You’d never guess she likes Archie comics.”  She was hit in the exact middle of the forehead with a balled up carpet string.  Erin stuck her tongue out at Tami.

Betty was laughing.  “You folks really are like a big family.”

I said, “Yes, we are.  And I am going to be the big domineering big brother and say let’s get going on the movie, I am really looking forward to watching Natalie’s new masterpiece.  I hear there is a whisper of another academy award in the works.”

Natalie muttered, “After the 20th one, they get a bit old.”

Betty just kept laughing.  She sputtered, “The lot of you are so surrealistic.  All of you are so high above the norm that it is ridiculous, but you all are so balanced and normal in person that it makes what you do seem not so unusual.”

With that we settled down and started the movie.  By the middle of the movie Betty was glommed onto my other leg from Natalie and was enjoying having her hair stroked.  I don’t even think she realized it.  As the end titles started, I commented, “You know who was really good in that one?  Christie.  I think she’ll get her sixth award.”

Natalie said, “You know, seeing it this way, I agree with you.  She’ll be happy, it has been a good twenty years since her last one.”

Betty said, “You mean the one who played Mary?  Yes she was good.”

I said, “Natalie here has a troupe of actresses that she manages.  They are often in her movies with her.  Half of them are her daughters, but Christie was a rescue from nearly a century ago.  A Disney Kid who was doing bit roles since she got too old.”

Betty said, “I have wondered why a lot of the actresses in your movies, Natalie, were the same people.  Although I didn’t really worry about it since they were all so good.”  She frowned. “I read ‘A Starr Rises’, but it didn’t say anything about you having any kids.”

Natalie smiled, “I have 23 daughters, 44 granddaughters, and 67 great granddaughters.  They all love acting and have been in various movies with me.  Almost all the little girls you see in my movies are one of mine.”  Natalie looked up at me.  “Tom and I often wonder just how dumb the public is.  I have been making movies for over a century, and no one even comments that I am still 18 years old.  Also no one has noticed that half the actresses and extras in the end titles have the last name of Malloy and look like me.”

Betty commented, “You know, I have just never thought about it.  You are right, the public is pretty stupid.  Come to think of it, some of your movies are actually in 2D, aren’t they?”

“Most of them have been digitally redone as 3D, but yes, even the cult movie ‘Spacers’ was originally done in 2D.”  Natalie sighed and rolled her eyes.  “Damn, now I feel old.”

Suddenly Betty stared hard at me and then at Amanda.  “George and Winnie?”

I laughed.  “You know, you are the first to notice that in over a hundred years.  Yes the two of us were extras in ‘Spacers’.”

“Wow.  Man, am I saying that a lot tonight.  ‘Wow’.  It is a weak word for what I am feeling.  Everyone here is a legend in their own right.  I feel intimidated.”

I grinned, “No, what you should feel is pressured.  If you hang out with us, I expect you to get at least three Pulitzers and have three best sellers in the next fifty years.  It is all a matter of raising your bar a bit to match your new peer group.”

Betty laughed again.  “You have got yourself a deal.  My editor told me to take this time and go find myself.  I think I have.  I like your challenge.  And the fact that it isn’t an official challenge, but just what you expect from those around you makes it even more important to me.”

I noticed the time.  “Let’s hit the sack.  We can continue this conversation tomorrow.”

Betty said, “Mind if I join you?”

“No, but I will warn you, most women never want to leave after staying with me for a night.  Just ask Amanda.”

“Oh, that would be so terrible.”  Heavy sarcasm.

I pulled her to me and kissed her hard.  Five minutes later we were slowly making love in the bedroom.  Her eyes were defocused and she was gasping.  Some pre-cum hit her vaginal mucus membranes and she arched her back and screamed in orgasm.  Half an hour and six more orgasms later I filled her with nut butter and she shuddered, arched her back again, stared blankly at the ceiling, screamed loud and long, pounded her fists on the bed, cracked every joint, and with the pleasure center of her brain lighting up like a Christmas tree, came so hard that she immediately passed out.  The rest of my girls giggled and Erin said, “You told her but she didn’t believe it.”  We all settled down together and went to sleep.

Chapter 88

The next morning I opened my eyes to Betty’s face about three inches above mine.  She stared for a minute, and then said, “I think I know why you have so many girlfriends.  Holy Shit was that great last night!  I’m still worn out.”  She hopped out of bed, I followed her beautiful ass noticing that everyone else was up already.

Everyone was discussing where to go next.  The majority wanted Wind Cave, but Eliza wanted to get moving so we had more time out on the west coast.  She was outvoted, so we headed over to Wind Cave National Park.  Along the way we had to stop for a herd of Buffalo who were crossing the road.

At the cave we went down, and down, and down on the trails.  Eliza and Alice were a little upset that their uplinks were cut off.  There wasn’t even a cell relay in the cave so all our ear-bugs went dead.  As we rode the elevator back up at the end, Alice commented, “This was interesting, but never again.”  She shuddered.  Eliza said, “Yeah, I never realized I had atechagoraphobia.”  The two of them stood gasping as they got off the elevator, happily uplinking and connecting to everything they could find, satellites, the gift shop’s WiFi, cell networks, and the RVs.

Going the scenic route, we took 89 up through the Black Hills, stopping at several scenic vistas to ooh and ah.  We had to manually drive, the auto-pilot couldn’t handle the twisty narrow mountain roads.  I don’t blame it, it was almost impossible to maneuver the giant RVs around pig tail turns.  Good thing the last renovation had removed a lot of the electronics in the ceiling, lowering the clearance by a foot, otherwise we would have never been able to make it under some of the bridges.

We stopped at a diner in Lead, then continued north through Spearfish, getting on 212.  We headed northwest through Billings, stopping for a few hours at the local clinic.  Betty was fascinated, she had never actually been in a Thrupp clinic before.

We continued on up to Glacier National Park.  Damn, the mountains there really made the Black Hills look like hills.  It was a little sad, the glaciers were almost gone due to global warming.  It was still fantastically beautiful; we stopped and set up camp on the continental divide at Lake McDonald.  Instead of the usual V, we parked in parallel so we could see the unbelievable view.  As the sun set we grilled chicken kebabs and relaxed, watching the bright orange and yellow colors of nature’s easel over the lake and mountains.  Even in summer it was getting a little chilly, so we retired to the RVs for the night.  I took my ladies one by one, leaving them all unconscious and drooling, including Betty.  For some reason I was all energy, so I went over to the EBRV and took care of all the EBs plus Nancy and Alice.  I left the two EBs who had drawn the short straw for night though, promising to come back for them after their shift.

I opened the door to go back to my RV to find myself face to face with a very large bear.  Quickly closing the door, I looked over at the security panel.  It said that there were people outside.  I suddenly remembered a factoid from the veterinary medicine class I had taken, that the bear body temperature was the same as a humans.  The thermal sensors were confused.  I switched on the external camera and we waited for the bears to leave.  I wondered how they had got through the perimeter even so.  The EBs must have been distracted by me and their sisters.  I wasn’t going to say anything, but I was sure Ester and Alicia would when we got back.  These two would be doing fence duty for the next ten years.

A yellow light started blinking on the console, someone was opening the door to the other RV.  I hit the auto-close on the door and then got on the intercom and said, “Stay put, we have company outside.”

Tami immediately buzzed me on my ear-bug.  “What kind of company?”

“A bear and her cubs who probably smell the kebabs we had for dinner.  I am fine over here in the EBRV.  Let’s just wait for them to give up and leave.”

“Cool.  I see them now.”  I could see her in the side window of the main RV peering out.  A minute later, “Why does the mother bear have blood on her snout?”

“I don’t know.  Hold on.”  I punched up a detailed thermal scan of the area.  There was a fading IR trace just inside the woods.  I couldn’t get a view on it through the trees, so I tasked a satellite to take a high res picture with light enhancement of the area.  It was a dog, either a lab or a shepherd.  With the rapidly fading IR trace, there was nothing that we could do for it, it was already dead.  I relayed this to Tami who got a little upset.  She loved dogs.

It was funny, in the century since I had started my operations, I have never actually had a pet dog.  Some of the EB families in Malloton do, several of my daughters who worked for CBP had drug sniffers, but that was about it.

After sniffing around for a few hours the bears lumbered out of the area.  Tami and I came out and looked around.  Not much damage, the trailers were sided with a titanium carbon alloy that was almost as hard as diamond, they weren’t going to damage that! 

I led Tami over to check the poor dog.  The beautiful German Shepherd had obviously had somehow got in the way of the bear.  Her ribcage was crushed and neck broken from being trashed about by the bear.  Her collar was still on, but there were no tags.  Tami noticed immediately that her nipples were distended.  The bitch had been lactating.  That meant puppies.  We started searching.  Inside a log were two puppies, both girls.  They were about three weeks old and were very hungry.  We quickly gathered them up and took them back to the medical trailer. 

While Tami dug through the drawers to find infant bottles and warmed up some milk from the fridge, I examined the puppies.  I had never worked with animals before.  I scanned them and saw that all was normal.  I wanted to try something, so I started enhancing.  First, I made the top of head slightly larger, and then spliced in several human brain characteristics to really ramp up intellegence.  I carefully designed a function similar to that keeping us humans going locked in at 19, and set the dogs to stop aging at one.  I added the standard rapid healing and drug immunizations, adapting them for the canine brain.  Then I upped their strength by a factor of four.  Deep scanning, there were some interesting genes, I assumed that they were part of the animal’s domestication.  They would instinctively accept humans as well as other dogs as part of their pack.  I found this fascinating and examined it deeply.  I stitched in an automatic super alpha male reaction to me into the instinctual memory, and bumped up the pack acceptance for any EB or daughter of mine (essentially anyone who was enhanced).  I pushed it into the eggs, and then quickly duplicated the changes in the other puppy.

Tami and the girls went completely maternal on the puppies.  I had expected that, which was why I made the enhancements.  I knew from the second I saw them that those dogs would be around for a long time.  I saw that Betty was avoiding the puppies, although she was cooing like the other girls.  I asked her why, and she said that she was allergic to dogs.  I reassured her that the allergy was long gone.  She immediately scooped up one and started petting it.

Erin glared at Tami and said, “We are NOT calling either of these wonderful girls ‘Hot Dog’!”

Tami faked a haughty look and said, “No, of course not, that’s a boy dog name.”

We all laughed.

She went on, “I think Athena and Hera.”

They all agreed that they were good names.  In Whitefish, we picked up two dog collars, one red for Athena and one pink for Hera.  We didn’t bother with the puppy immunizations, the dogs were immune to everything after Nancy and I had spent hours tweaking the enhancements.  At one point Eliza laughed and said, “They are EBs too, they are ‘Extra-Bitches’.”  Everyone laughed.

By the time we were to Spokane about six hours later, they were potty trained, at least enough to use the litter box that we put into the bathroom.  They would run around everywhere, wanting to know everything.

Spokane had a clinic.  The only one in the area.  Because of the weather, it was a Valery style, built on the west end of downtown by where all the golf courses used to be before the urban collapse of the area.  We exited off the interstate and it was a few blocks north.  We pulled in next to the clinic’s two EMRVs.  They were used a lot, and were currently getting overhauled for the fire season which started soon.

We got out, each of the twins carrying a puppy.  As each of us got out of the RV, the EB mechanics standing there got bigger and bigger eyes.  Nearly every person who got out of the RV was a legend to these girls.  The mechanic EBs tried to get back to work, but they were all distracted.  When we left a few hours later, it was with a disappointing “awwww...” as the local EBs had to give up the puppies.

For fun, we took highway two across the state, cutting through the mountains.  Technically it was a more direct route, but we couldn’t go faster than 45 MPH in some parts.  We stopped at Scottish Lake for the night.  It was pretty.  I could see why they called it Scottish Lake, it really looked like something from Scotland.  In the morning we continued on, it was a straightaway into Seattle.

Like most major cities in the U.S., we had more than one clinic there.  One was a Valery style, and one was old school, a clinic with adjoining shelter.  I regularly visited the two clinics, stopping in a couple of times a year.  I stopped by the old style one this time.  They were wiggling in happiness almost as much as Athena and Hera when I stopped in.  Two of my oldest daughters, Rose and Tanya, ran the clinic together.  Rose didn’t have the gift, but Tanya did.  Besides being sisters, they had been best friends for a century.  Nancy and Alice hadn’t seen them for a long time and ran in and exchanged hugs with lots of squeals.  They were followed closely by Natalie, the twins, Theresa, Erin and Hannah.  They ended with quick hugs from Tami and Eliza, who they knew, but not as ‘immediate’ family.  Of course I got a huge hug and kiss from each of them.

We plugged in the RVs to recharge next to the EMRV and stayed the night.  I went and took care of many of my poor EBs, who went without so much of the time.  The next morning we took a couple of the clinic SUVs and went over to the Microsoft museum.  Eliza had been really antsy to visit.  It was a little ways east, the high tech sector of Seattle (read Bellevue) didn’t need homeless shelters.

The museum was a huge building, larger than a Valery style clinic.  We parked and went in.  Eliza and Alice were going in, of course.  They were closely followed by Natalie, Tami, Hannah and myself.  Everyone else took the day to go shopping.  The first part of the museum was a tribute to Microsoft, of course.  We quickly skipped through that.  The part we all wanted to see was the history of computers section.

It started with an abacus.  There was a working PDP-8 after the ENIAC model.  An old system, with original restored terminals from the early 1970s was next.  The actual computer core was emulated, it was too dangerous to the ancient mag tapes to really run them.

There was the famous Pong Room after that, where people could use actual paddles to play Pong.  We all took turns, it was fun, Natalie and I were the only ones in our group ever to play the original.

Following that were static models of the TRS-80, H-89, and the Apple ][e with a Duo-disk!

The original PC, the next machine, was worth millions.  It was just sitting there running MS-DOS 3.1.  Now THAT brought back memories!  My dad would love it, he had an old PC sitting in his attic that we used to use.  We had upgraded to the computer two down on the display (there was an early 1990s PC with Win3.1 that was between them), a PC with Win95 on it, in the late 1990s when I was about six.  The displays kept getting fancier as we moved down the line until the end of the PC era in the early 2030s.

There were iterations of the Mac interweaved with the PCs.  I wondered how hard that was for the Microsoft people to put in.

The next part of the museum was the history of the mainframe.  It branched off of the history in the late 1970s.  Eliza was fascinated by a virtual version of the original ELIZA program from the early 1980s.  She and Alice stood there and played with it giggling.  That is where the curator found them.  Someone must have tipped him off, because he was practically running as he came into the hall.  He stopped, gasped, and immediately blinked several pictures with his ear-bug.  Eliza playing with ELIZA.  I could see why he was so interested. 

I said, “Ahem.  Eliza.” 

She looked up and saw him.  “Robert Inglewood!”  She rushed over to meet him, grabbing his hand and pumping it.

“Ms. Malloy.  Have we met before?”

“Oh no!  I just am a big fan of yours!”

He turned red.  “I didn’t even realize I had any fans.  I’ve sold twelve books total.”

“I loved how you presented ‘The History of the A.I.’!”

He grinned and said, “I suppose, out of everyone on this planet, you would be the one person to read that book.”

This time Eliza turned red.  “Hmmm, that is my fault in a way.  I donated my copy to the firm library.  It has been read many times by many persons.  Let me rectify that.”  She hesitated a second.  “I just bought 1000 copies for use in technical libraries.”  She grinned at his surprised look, “It’s nice being a supercomputer.  Especially a rich one.”

He chuckled.  “Yeah, I bet.”  He looked over at us and exclaimed, “But where are my manners?  I recognize most of you, Ms. Starr of course; Mr. Malloy; the lady that is always behind him but nobody knows your name,”  he gestured at Tami, “I don’t recognize this young lady, nice to meet you,” he shook Hannah’s hand; “And, Eliza, this must be one of your daughters,” he peered intensely at Alice and held out a hand.

Alice shook it and said, “Yes, I’m Alice.  BTW, that was Hannah there.”

“Alice, of course, of course.”  He glanced over at the virtual ALICE display next to the ELIZA display.

She saw the glance and said, “Yup.  That is why my sisters are Amy and Hayley.”

“Hayley?  I don’t recognize the reference.”

“Girl form of HAL.”

“Ah.”  He turned back to Eliza.  “I am, and the museum is, honored at your visit.  Now if you could get your mother to visit with you...”

“Huh?  Why?”

“Because she is the winner of the Final Loebner prize.  A photo of you with her would be priceless.  The most amazing and greatest technological achievement of the human race and her creator.”

“Tell you what, I’m sending you a pic.”  A second later he blinked it up on the wall monitor.  It was Ester with Eliza and a twelve year old Amy.

He gasped, “Is that Ester Stevens?”

“Yes, that’s my mom.  And Amy when she was twelve.”

“The Vacuum Dancer?”

“Yes.  It’s ironic that she is so well known for that.  She hated dance lessons.”

He chuckled again.  “Today is full of surprises.”

The rest my girls, except me, were wandering around looking at the rest of the exhibits while they talked.  I was interested in the conversation.  I said, “Won’t your mom be upset at you releasing a picture of her?”

“Probably.  She is too paranoid, though.  It’ll be good for her.”

Robert said, “Paranoid?”

“Oh, my mom is head of Tom’s external security and is very paranoid over his safety.  She’ll think that her ability to protect him is compromised if people know what she looks like.”

“Doesn’t sound like any type of computer person I have ever met.”

“She isn’t.  That is why she succeeded.  She put a computer in a body and raised it like a human.  That is why it worked.  The original thought was that I would collate field reports for her.  I created a programmed A.I. to do that for her years ago though, I sure didn’t want to do it all the time, talk about boring.  It isn’t self aware, but it is close enough to handle what she needs to do.”  She looked around.  “Look, my family has finished looking around.  I will schedule a future publicity visit if you like, but I feel guilty hogging time like this.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“I’ll call in a week or so.”

“Talk then.”  He stood there, hoping for another minute, but Eliza resolutely turned and we all left.

She commented, “I could stand there talking all day, but I will do it when others aren’t around.”

She rushed us past the section on her at the end, embarrassed.

The next day we packed the RVs back up and headed north, up through Bellingham and Blaine, crossing the border into Canada.  Eliza and Alice were a bit nervous over this, their protection as citizens didn’t extend into Canada.  The Canadian CBP agent was a little bit in awe as he went through our passports.  I think he was in a little shock.  He didn’t even blink as he processed Eliza and Alice, but when he reached me he smiled and said, “Sir, on behalf of my family, I would like to thank you.”

“For what?”

“Establishing the clinic in Vancouver.  My sister was very sick, and now she is chasing boys like the best of ‘em.  I am honored to meet all of you.”  He even looked down at Athena and Hera who were sniffing him curiously since he was the first non-enhanced person they had ever met.  “I even won’t say anything about the mandatory one week quarantine for dogs.”  He looked back up and said, “Welcome to Canada!”  He smiled again and exited.  We pulled ahead while he checked out the chase RV which was quickly passed through.

We went north through the tunnel and up into Vancouver, stopping at the clinic tower in downtown eastside.  Like the last few clinics, the EB mechanics were busy overhauling the EMRVs for the fire season.  We pulled in and they were all distracted.  Athena and Hera were a smash success, as they were everywhere.  I might have enhanced their intelligence too much, they were only four weeks old and acted like six months.

Vancouver was a nice city, a lot like Seattle.  Even had the identical tower restaurant.  What Natalie and I were interested in was Hollywood North.  Strangely, with over a century of movies under her belt, Natalie had never been there.  It had grown to take up almost the entire north shore and eastern Vancouver in the past century and rivaled Bollywood for size.

Funnily, only Tami, Betsy, Erin and Hannah were interested in seeing Hollywood North with Natalie and me.  We went out the door, down the block, and got on the subway, taking the train east to Bridge Studios, one of the largest in the area. 

Tami wasn’t too happy, there were a lot of questionable characters riding the subway.  It had got a bit filthy in the last fifty years since it was rebuilt.  She was on high alert the whole way.  If I hadn’t had her at my side for the last century, I wouldn’t have been able to tell though.  She looked relaxed, wore the latest teen styles, and smacked gum, but I knew that she had observed every dust mote on the entire train.

We got off on Broadway and Boundary.  From there we could see four studios at least.  Bridge Studios was a big building, recently rebuilt, to the southeast.  I assumed there was a big lot behind it.

Natalie grinned, winked and said, “Watch this.”  She led us across the street and in the main door.  She didn’t say a word, just stood there inside the entrance.  Within a minute a suit was there along with a publicity guy with an active ear-bug, recording everything.

The suit said, “Ms. Starr, welcome to Bridge Studios!  I am Fred Yates, Head of the Studio.  How may I help you?” He was practically drooling.

“Hi, Fred.  Just playing tourist today.”

“Of course, of course!”  He waved a hand and a young pretty star-struck woman stepped out of a corner.  “Cassie here would be glad to show you around.”

“Thanks, Fred.  You’ve been a dear.”  Natalie patted him on the cheek.  He almost pissed his pants in excitement.

Cassie was having trouble speaking.  I could tell Natalie was enjoying this greatly, the gleam in her eye was unmistakable.  She waited until we were out of earshot of Fred and said, “Cassie, relax.  So how long have you worked here?”

“A-almost ten years,” she managed to get out.  She squared her shoulders and went on, “I was a tour guide for eight of them.  I guess that is why *Fred* picked me to show you around.”  There was a lot of disgust in the way she said ‘Fred’.  “I apologize for my reaction; this is my first VIP tour.”

“No problem.  One thing though.”  She turned to the publicity guy and gave him the eye.  “You.  You will not record private conversation.” 

The guy paled and blinked off his ear-bug.  “Y-yes, Ma’am!”

“What Cassie just said will be on the floor.  Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Natalie nodded.  This was the movie industry.  She had more power here than the President of the United States.  A stray comment from her could make or break the entire studio.  Cassie’s career ending apology never happened.

Cassie led us out of the back of the building.  “There are currently six films being made here.  My favorite is ‘The Unknown Dragon’ being filmed in studio G.  It is the story of a kid who inherits Kung Fu skills, but doesn’t know it.  Let’s take a peek and see how it is going.”  She led us down past several buildings to studio G.  A flash of her ID badge and the guard let us in.

Everyone was running all over the place.  On the set, a guy in a white kimono with a black belt was showing a boy, about 15, how to do a side kick for the next scene.  We went to watch.  Natalie, Hannah and Tami giggled.  The guy in the kimono heard them.  He turned and said, “What’s so funny?”

Tami commented, “If he does it that way, he’ll break his foot and be off balance to boot.”

“I’ll have you know that I am a second dan black belt.”

“So?  He’ll still break his foot.”

“What qualifies you to say that?”  He was getting angry.

“Let’s just say that I know what I am talking about, unlike some people.”

“You...!”

The actor broke in.  “Miss, how would you do it?”

Tami went over and showed him.

“That makes sense.”  He duplicated it.  It did look much more natural and smooth than before.  “Thanks!”

The kimono guy said, “Who the hell are you to come in here and interfere?”

Tami said, “Tami Wells.”

His jaw dropped as his eyes widened.  He fell to his knees and bowed, his forehead to the floor.  “I apologize, Master.”

She said, “You do that kick right, and your apology is accepted.”

He jumped up and went to the mat.  He began to work at duplicating what she had done.

The actor, in a kind of shock, whispered to the kimono guy, “Just who is she, and why did you do that?”

The kimono guy said, “That is Master Tami Wells, the highest ranked martial artist on the planet.  You have seen in movies about the wandering master who can do anything?  That is her.  Don’t piss her off, she could take us all out in a blink of an eye.  Just meeting her will make my career.”

“But she is so young!  Not much older than I am!”

“She is over a century old.  Like I said, she is the Master.  She looks like she wants to look.”

As the young actor stared at Tami, I said, “Tami, I didn’t know that you were known.”

“Yeah, wrote a few martial arts books and was in a couple of tourneys fifty or so years ago.  I still judge them once in a while.  Every few years someone does an article.”

I said, “Next tourney, I want to go watch.  It’ll be fun.”

Suddenly the young actor who had been checking out the group said, “Oh my God, you’re Natalie Starr!”  He was staring at Natalie.

She said, “I sure hope so!”

He rushed over to shake her hand.  “I am such a big fan!” 

The publicity guy was having the time of his life getting a good recording.  The shot of Natalie shaking hands with the actor could make the movie.  That plus the shot of the karate guy bowing to a gum chewing teenager would make his career as well.  He had an idea.  “Ms. Wells, Ms. Starr, Mr. Halvorsen.  Can we do a publicity shot?  Put all three of you in gis and have Mr. Halvorsen and his tutor do a bow to you two ladies.”

Natalie and Tami exchanged glances and said in harmony, “Sure.”  Natalie said, “I am 8th dan black belt.”  Tami said, “And I was about 23rd dan last I checked.  Belts really don’t matter much after 10th.”  The tutor guy’s eyes widened again.

The publicity guy said, “I’ll go talk to the costumer.  Be right back.”  He took off at a run.  This would potentially go on the movie poster.  In any case, the picture would be famous.

Tami went over and was teaching the tutor some moves that were flashy and would be good in movies.  The teen star, Will Halvorsen, just stood there and drooled while staring at Natalie.

After about ten minutes, a middle aged guy showed up asking, “What is going on here?  We are trying to make a movie!”  Cassie went over and started whispering in his ear.  His eyes got big as he took in Natalie and Tami.  His jaw dropped and he stared for a minute.  Then he shook himself and marched over.  “Hello!  I’m the Director, Sam Wong.”  He shook hands with Natalie.  “I understand that we are going to do some publicity stills with you two ladies today.  I am honored to meet you both.”

Natalie smiled while Tami nodded from where she was still teaching.  Natalie said, “Nice to meet you too, Sam.”  I took a picture of them shaking hands with my ear-bug.  I would send it to the publicity guy’s ear-bug when he got back.

In fact, he reappeared with a limp wristed guy at that point who held up an instrument and took size readings for Natalie and Tami.  He scurried off while the pub guy stayed.  I blinked over the pic for him.  He was torn, he recorded the teaching lesson on the mat for a bit, then Natalie and Sam for a bit.

Ten minutes later the costumer was back with four gis.  Natalie and Tami went behind the back of the set and changed, and then Will and Bob the tutor did.  Will had a purple belt, Bob a black with two yellow stripes, Natalie with eight yellow stripes, and Tami had one that was completely striped.  I didn’t mention that I was 8th dan, and Hannah was 10th dan.  Betsy was good, maybe a black belt by now, and Erin was a pacifist.

They spent the next hour posing in every possible way and combination.  They tried some action shots, but Tami was so fast that she was just a blur on camera.  Bob asked if Tami could show something really advanced.  She thought for a moment, and then flipped up so that her entire body was being held up by her straight pinky finger (making sure the gi fell between her legs).  She stayed there while everyone gasped.  She said, “Bob, attack me.”  He came at her and she easily defended herself with her legs, while staying balanced on her pinky.  The publicity guy recorded the whole thing.  After a minute she asked, “That good enough?”  When Bob nodded, she flipped back up onto her feet.

The Director said, “I can’t believe that she just did that with no special effects.”

The crowd that had gathered started applauding.

Tami and Natalie went and changed back in their street clothes.  The costumer put their gis and belts in a bag and handed it to me.  I suppose he figured I was one of their entourage.  Natalie did Hollywood hugs all around and Cassie led us on with the tour. 

We watched several more scenes from different movies, but no one else noticed Natalie until we came to a set of a cheesy frat house ‘Animal House’ takeoff.  A topless actress who had just run across the stage for a scene saw us and said, “Mom, Dad?”  It was Bethany, one of Natalie’s daughters that didn’t inherit the ‘gift’ from me.  She had decided that she wanted to make movies on her own, without her mother’s support, about forty years ago.  We hadn’t heard from her since.

Natalie gasped, “Bethany?” and swept her into a giant hug.  I joined in.  A quick DNA check, and yup, it was Bethany.  I also noticed that she had had at least two kids.  Her body had repaired the damage immediately, but I could tell.  I looked at the publicity guy ran my finger across my throat.  He turned off his ear-bug with a disappointed look.

Bethany was sobbing.  “Oh, I missed you guys!”

Natalie sobbed back, “Where have you been all this time?  I tried to find you but the trail ended in Kolkata.”

“I’ve been everywhere.  Mostly Europe.”

“Why haven’t you called?  You know home is only the nearest clinic away.”

“At first I was too embarrassed, then I met a great guy, got married, and was living happily ever after; or so I thought.”

“Oh, Honey, what happened?”

“He claimed I was too young for him and he left with an older woman right after the kids graduated!  Is that back-asswards or what?  By then I was used to not seeing my family so I just got a jobs here and there to pay the bills.”

I said, “That’s silly.  All you had to do was go down the clinic, ask for a job, and if low end acting is what you want, go to work for John Fredericks doing commercials.”

“But I like movies.”

“Then go to work with your mom.  She would gladly be your agent again.”

She hugged Natalie again.  “Really, Mom?  After what I did?”

“What did you do?  You wanted to try being independent.  I see nothing wrong with that.  What you did wrong was never call.”

Suddenly Bethany started laughing, almost hysterical.  I asked, “Honey, what’s so funny?”

“I-I was just picturing Dan, Bruce and Shelly when they find out who their grandparents are.  I never told them and they think I am a bit crazy, always wanting to be in the movies.”

“I assume that Dan, Bruce and Shelly are your kids?”

“Oh!  Yes, I have three, Dan, who is 32, a Fireman, with three kids; Bruce, who is 27, single, and a Mountie; and my baby Shelly, who is 19.  She still lives at home.”

“Are you done for today?”

“Yes.  I am just an extra.  It is a blow to my ego that I can’t get much better without Mom’s clout, but I don’t like making the type of movies I have been doing lately.  Running across the room in my g-string is a step up.”

“Oh.  Give Dad a list and he will take care of it.”

She looked at her feet and blushed.  “Several films over at Flesh and Fantasy, about a mile north of here.  Since I look 17 and am nearly 70, they paid very well.”

I said in a low voice, “I’ll be back.”  They all groaned at the bad quote.

Tami and I took off and walked north along Boundary Road.  Soon we reached the place.  Flesh and Fantasy Studios.  The name left nothing to the imagination.  Tami and I looked at each other, and then went in the main door.

Posters lined the walls.  Very explicit posters.  The fourth one had Bethany as ‘The Teen Temptress, Tiffany’.

I went over to the middle aged receptionist.  She handed each of us a clipboard and said, “Sign here.  You two will make a lot of money.”

We handed them back and said, “I need to see whomever is in charge.”

“Why?”

“I wish to purchase a film.”

She raised an eyebrow.  She picked up the phone and called, “Salim, I have someone here who wants to purchase a film.”

A short Indian guy was standing next to her in an eye-blink.  It was impressive.  “You wish to purchase a film.”

“Yes, everything you have, negatives, raw footage, digital copies, all commercial copies, posters, contracts, everything; on Bethany, AKA Tiffany.  That includes scrubbing your drives of any copies.  She was never here.”

“You realize that she had made four movies, and is one of our biggest stars?”

“Four movies, eh?  I’ll pay $20 Million for all of it.”

His eyes went big.  “Mister, you have a deal.”

“Good.  By the time you have it up here; I will have a cashier’s check for you.”

He blinked, then did his trick and disappeared.  I called the clinic and had them issue a cashier’s check from the attached Malloy back and courier it over.  Fifteen minutes later a girl came in with the check.  Ten minutes after that three carts, mostly movie chips, were pushed into the room, Salim himself went over and pulled the poster from the wall.  I handed the check to Salim, then Tami and I helped load the three carts worth into the courier’s car.  I told her to crate it and seal it all up when she got back to the clinic.

Tami and I walked back to the big studio; meanwhile I checked the website and made sure all the online copies were gone.  Waiting out front were my girls, including Bethany.  I went over and said, “All taken care of.”

Bethany looked down at her feet in embarrassment and said, “Thank you, Dad.  I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I said, “I don’t have problems with films like that.  It is legit way to make money.  But some people do, and that kind of reputation will destroy your career before it even starts.  Now, you never worked there, the only evidence are the chips already sold.”

She nodded. 

“Now I want to meet my granddaughter.  And maybe even my great grandkids.”

She smiled and led us to the subway.  She lived not far from the clinic.  Betsy, Hannah and Erin said that there were too many people and went back to the clinic.  Tami, Natalie and I followed Bethany back to her place.  A third story apartment that was in pretty rough shape, at least from the outside.

Inside was nice.  A pretty girl, obviously Shelly, came in from the kitchen and asked Bethany, “Mom, who are all these people?”

“Dear, this is your Grandpa Tom, Grandma Natalie, and Aunt Tami.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No.  They found me at work today.”

“Making another fuck-film, eh?”

“No.  And don’t curse in front of your grandparents.”

*sigh* “Yes, Mother.”  She looked at us.  “You seem familiar, we’ve meet before, eh?”

“No, but your Grandma is quite well known.”

“You seem awfully young to be my grandparents.  But mom looks pretty young too.”  She peered closely at Natalie.  “Grandma Natalie, eh?”  Natalie just serenely smiled.  Suddenly Shelly’s eyes went wide and she exclaimed, “Natalie?  No way!  You’re Natalie Starr!!?!”  She sank down on the couch, jaw dropped and eyes still wide.

Bethany said, “Yeah, I ran away to ‘make my own career’.  Turns out that the only career I can get on my own is running around naked.  It figures.”

Shelly grabbed onto that, “Why does it figure?”

Bethany snorted, “We all lived in a giant commune back home.  It is a nudist colony.”

Not wanting to dig into that yet, Shelly asked me, “Are you really my Grandfather?”

“Yes, I am.  Your mother managed to disappear pretty good.  We have been wondering what happened to her for forty years.”  I looked over at Bethany, “I thought about having Ester find you, but you were pretty insistent about wanting to ‘do it on your own’.”

Shelly said, “You look pretty familiar too.  But I can’t place you.”

Bethany said, “His full name is Tom Malloy.”

Shelly’s eyes went big again.  A minute later she said, “Damn, Mom.  You’ve been keeping some big secrets!  No wonder you never would tell us kids your maiden name!”

Bethany said, “Anyway, I accepted a parental bailout.  My career as a porn star never happened.  Mom here said that she will get me some real acting jobs.”

“That’s wonderful!  But what do you mean, ‘never happened’?”

I said, “There is no evidence that she ever even went within a mile of Flesh and Fantasy Studios.  No contracts, no film, no posters, nothing.”

Shelly asked, “Does this mean we have the money for me to go to college now?”

Both Natalie and I gave Bethany dirty looks.  I said, “Shelly, you have always had the money, and as a member of my family you also have a free ride at Malloy University.  Your mother knew that.  I am a little disappointed in her for putting her desire to get away ahead of your education.”

Bethany looked ashamed.  She said, “You know, I had been avoiding my past so long I had forgotten about all that.  Heck, I have my card in my jewelry case in the other room.  I remember getting that, I was so excited.  Now I haven’t used it in forty years.  I wonder if it will even still work.”

Shelly said, “What card?”

I said, “Family members get a NPSL bank card and account when they are ten.”

“NPSL?”

“No Preset Spending Limit.  You could buy a 100 foot yacht with one.”

“And we are eating oatmeal every evening and taking handouts from my brothers because we can’t afford food? Mom, what is wrong with you?”  Both of them broke down sobbing.  Natalie went over and pulled them both into a hug.

I said, “You are just lucky that none of you inherited the gift.  That would have been a mess.”

Bethany sobbed even more.  “I didn’t even think of that until recently!”

“Or, how about the fact that you and probably your kids are immortal?”

Shelly’s head whipped up, “What?”

I said, “You’ve probably noticed that you are stronger, faster and heal quicker than other people?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you also stop aging at around 18.”

“That explains why Dan and Bruce still look like they are my age!  I wondered about that!”

I said, “Well, anyway, all’s well that ends well.  Shelly, you want to come with us?  Two blocks over is the Malloy Clinic, you have dozens of aunts and cousins who live there.  Also, my RV with several more of your aunts are there right now since I am here on vacation.”

“The Clinic, eh?  Dan and Bruce work with them for firefighting.”

“I bet they have never actually met Joan or Carlie, your two aunts who run the place, or many of your other aunts.  They would have recognized them immediately.”

“Why?”

“Remember I mentioned the family gift?  About half of us get it.  Part of it is the ability to see inside of people, including DNA.  They would recognize a family member.”

“Valid.”

Bethany sniffled and said, “Actually, next week Lisa, Dan’s daughter, has her predestination.  I have a feeling about her.  That is one of the reasons I decided to go talk to Mom and Dad when I saw them at Bridge Studios.”

“Predestination?”

“When we find out if the gift will appear.  Usually at age 13 and 4 months.”

“And her birthday was in February!”

“Exactly.”

“I want to see this place!”  Shelly eagerly pulled on her shoes.  After carefully locking the door, we walked over to the clinic.  Shelly was hyper excited, asking question after question.  We deliberately led her into the clinic by the side door, she bubbled through security with a bemused EB grinning.  We came out into the atrium.  She froze in wonder.  “This is a clinic?”

I said, “No, this is the attached homeless shelter.  The clinic is downstairs.  Our family lives up twenty stories at the top.”  I noticed both Joan and Carlie getting off the elevator and heading over.  “Speaking of family, these two are your Aunts Joan and Carlie.  Carlie is the redhead.”

As she stared, she asked, “How many kids do you and Grandma have?”

“Actually Joan and Carlie are your half aunts.  They are my daughters, but not related to your Grandma.  To answer your question, your Grandma and I have twenty three children, forty four grandchildren, sixty seven great grandchildren, sixteen great, great grandchildren, and two great, great, great grandchildren.”

She swallowed.  “Just how old are you anyway?”

“133.”

“Okaaay...  Shouldn’t have asked.  I feel like I just found out I am an elf or something.”

“Okay.”  I reached over and made both her ears gently pointed.

She reached up and felt them.  “Oh, my God!”  Then she grinned and said, “You know what?  I like ‘em.”

Bethany laughed, “You and your elf fantasies!”  She said to us, “She’s been nuts about elves for all her life.  Now she learns that she has all the physical traits of one and you have fulfilled her dreams.”

I thought for a moment, and then said seriously, “I wonder if that is the source for the elf mythos.  Someone with our family ability would have those traits, and the gift would appear as magic.  Maybe those with the gift pointed their ears in an attempt to mark themselves as separate.  Since we know that the gift also appeared in Native Americans, maybe that also explains the shape-changing legends.”

As I had hoped, Shelly glommed onto the theory.  “So we could be the source of the real elves?  That is so valid!  Mom, you are never going to get me to change my ears back now!”

Bethany rolled her eyes and gave me a dirty look.  I gave her my best innocent look back.

Shelly said, “Can we go upstairs?  You said that the family lives up there!”

Natalie said, “Sure.  We need to get your biometrics into the computer anyway.”

“Why?”

“Dear, you are part of the family.  You can go in and out of any part of any clinic on the planet, or even off the planet.  If you want you can live at any of them.  Once your biometrics are in the computer, you will essentially have free movement.”

“Valid.”

We went upstairs to the security station where they opened six files, one for each of my newly found descendants.  Shelly’s physical stats, photo, handprints, retina-prints, iris-prints and voiceprints were added to her file.  Much of the five other files were filled out by a quick data mining.  Fingerprints and photos were part of the school records.  Facebook had photos and voice templates.  It also had a detailed history.

When no one was looking I punched in a request for updated debit cards for Bethany, Shelly and the others.  Shelly’s and her siblings accounts had automatically been created when their profiles as my descendants were entered in the computer.  They were making them up downstairs at the Malloy Bank branch and would bring them up in a few minutes.

Bethany and Shelly went and peered over the railing into the giant atrium.  After a few minutes, Bethany commented, “I had forgotten how grand these places are.”

I said, “Yeah, your sister Valerie sure did a neat job of it.  You never did travel and see the super one in Japan which is four times this big.”

Natalie said, “Makes this place look tiny.  Although I think my favorite of this type is the Vatican clinic.”

At that moment the EB arrived with the two new cards for Bethany and Shelly.  I handed them to the two of them.  “Enjoy.”

Shelly stared at it for a minute, then looked up and asked, “Does this really have no limit?”

“Technically yes.  It is tied in with your new account which has your saved allowance in it.  Since you have never spent it, and at age 19 it is quite a bit.  But for emergencies there is unlimited overdraft coverage.”

She asked, “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Out of my over 300,000 kids and grandkids, no one has ever abused the card.”

“300,000?”

“About.  The only person, besides the central computer, that knows exactly how many is Eliza over there.”  I nodded to Eliza, who was leaning on the wall.

Eliza said, “372,122 as of two minutes ago.  Ten more were just born in Sydney.”

“I’m having trouble keeping up with you people.  How the HELL does she know that, eh?”

Eliza answered, “You may have heard of me, I’ve been in the news a lot lately.  ‘Eliza Malloy’ ring any bells?”

“Oh yeah!  You’re the supercomputer that got emancipated!  Valid!”

I asked Bethany, “So you think that Lisa will get the gift?”

“Yeah.  My guess rate is 100%, so I say that there is a pretty good chance.  I suppose that is my gift.”

“Don’t tell anyone about that.  You would get swamped by moms thrusting their daughters at you.”

“That is why I never told anyone except a few friends who promised to keep it to themselves.”

“I suppose we need to go see them then.”

“They live on the island, up in Parksville, so it will take a while to get there.”

“Shall we take the RV?”

She grinned.  “Sure.  I’ve always wanted to go someplace in that thing.  But I wasn’t high enough in the rankings.  When we were little, we used to sneak past the mechanics and play in it.”

I laughed.  As a kid growing up on the estate, she probably knew nooks and crannys that Alicia never dreamed of.

Chapter 89

Besides Bethany and Natalie, I took Tami, Theresa and Alice.  No chase RV.  Shelly was enjoying herself too much to take off into the wilds (as she put it).

We got on the ferry to the island.  They had to center the RV because it was so heavy.  The ferry was fun, it was just like the movies with the little mall on the upper decks and the cars (and RV) parked in the hold.  I had fun, I bought all sorts of tourist junk; baseball caps, t-shirts, sweatshirts, and the like.  I took lots of ear-bug pictures of the girls with the wind blowing their hair.  Beautiful.

Parksville wasn’t very far north of Nanaimo, so we arrived fairly quickly.  We got a lot of stares, RVs were pretty rare.  Bethany directed us to pull up next to a fairly new fire station.  The entire crew was quickly out staring at the RV. 

Bethany got out first.  They all shouted greetings.  One of them came over and gave her a big hug, saying, “Mom!  What are you doing here, and in this road tank?”

The rest of us had piled out.  Bethany pointed to Natalie and me and said, “Dan, these are your grandparents.”

“The ones you always kept secret from us?”  He eyed us.

“Yes.  Not their fault.  I just wanted to go out and live on my own.  You know how successful that was.”  The sarcasm was dripping.

“Oh, mom, you didn’t do too bad, you couldn’t have known dad would do what he did.”  He turned to us.  “Hello.  I am happy to meet you.  I am not sure what to do or say.”

I said, “Natalie probably wants to hug you, I can shake your hand.”  I held out my hand.

He shook it and said, “My name is Dan.”

“Tom.  Tom Malloy.”

“Well that explains the ‘Malloy’ on mom’s old credit card in her jewelry case.”  He turned and gave Natalie a hug, not hard to do.  “Then you must be Natalie.”

She said, “Hi, Dan.”

He looked at us and said, “I can see why mom still looks like a high schooler even though she has middle aged kids.”

I laughed, “Family trait.  Your grandmother and I are in our 130’s.”

“Shit.”

“Maybe I should call her my old lady, she is three years older than I am after all.”  I grinned as Natalie punched my arm.

He laughed.  “Unreal.”  I turned back to Bethany.  “So, Mom, why are they here after all these years?  Not that I am complaining, I always wanted to meet my grandparents, I just thought they were dead or something.”

“No, Dan.  We are here for three reasons.  One, I ran into them on a movie set and really missed them.  Two, I was in such trouble financially that I decided to ask them for help so Shelly could go to college.  And three, it’s a bit complicated, but has to do with Lisa.”

“Lisa?”

“Next week, actually, most likely in two days, she will probably get another family trait.  We just call it the ‘gift’.”

“The ‘gift’?  What kind of gift?”  He was a bit wide eyed.  We were talking about his little girl.

I said, “I should answer that, since she inherits it from me.”

“Okay.  Stop beating around the bush.”

“It is a medical ability.  She will, overnight, develop into a medical super-prodigy with the ability to touch heal.”

“Seriously?”

Bethany said, “Yes, Dan, seriously.”

“That is a little farfetched.”

I said, “Tell you what, anyone here with injuries, old or new?”

“Several.  This is a firehouse.”

“Take me to them.  Don’t worry, this is what I do.  I own the Thrupp Clinics.”

His eyes widened, but he led me inside.  His first stop was the kitchen.  The man at the stove had a fake leg.  I said, “Girls, seal off the room.”  They nodded and went to do it.

I went over to the guy, who hadn’t noticed us yet, and tapped him on the forehead.  I caught him and laid him out on the floor.  Turning the burners on the stove down to warm, I asked Bethany, “See if they have something in the fridge, will you?”

She looked at the man and said, “About 20 kilos?”  She went to dig in the fridge.

I said, “Sounds about right.”

“Hamburger work?  They have a ton of that.”

“Sure.  A bit harder to work with, but it’ll do.”

I removed his pants and detached the artificial leg.  Out loud I said, “Pretty standard reconstruction due to a crush injury.”

Dan said, “Yeah, a house fell on him.”

“And I’ll make a bet that you got him out.”

He looked at me and said, “How the hell do you know that?”

“Because a fireman rarely survives an injury like this.  If they get one, it is usually where there is no heavy equipment around to move the debris and they die in the fire.  The only way he would have made it is if his partner could lift the debris himself.  As my grandson, you are the only person here who could have done that.”

“I wasn’t his partner, I was on the relief team, but you have the rest of it right.  So my strength is a family trait as well?”

His mother was unwrapping the meat.  I said, “Along with fast super-healing, heightened reflexes and senses, longevity, and a few other things like that.  Your sister said she felt like she had just learned she was an elf.”

He started laughing.  Hard.  He sputtered, “T-That’s Shelly!”

His mom finished.  I said, “Now this is another family trait, and your mom thinks that Lisa inherited it.  On those who do, it activates within a day or two of when they are 13 and 4 months.  We call it the ‘Predestination’.  In any case, it is for family eyes only.  Understand?”

He nodded.

I took a pile of the hamburger and created a baby leg with the man’s DNA.  I connected it; then used the rest of the hamburger to grow it and develop the leg muscles.  In about three minutes, he had two legs.  I did a quick exam as Dan stood there with his jaw dropped, and repaired the damaged liver and spleen.  I added the standard drug immunities; then Bethany helped me put his pants back on.  I sat him in a chair and turned him on.

He blinked, then said, “What happened?”

Dan said, “You fainted.  Must be your cooking.”

“Yeah right.”  He got up and started checking what was in the pots.  “What did you do?  I can’t place it, but you did something.”  He looked up and said, “What are all these people doing here?  Shoo!  Out of the kitchen!”  He stepped toward us and waved his arms.  Then he froze and slowly looked down.  His bare feet were sticking out of both legs.  “What the fuck?”

I said, “I am Dan’s Grandpa Tom.  He asked me to take a look.  I invented a process to fix injuries like that a long time ago.  I cloned the leg and attached it while you were out.  I also fixed your damaged liver and spleen.”

He said, “You know what this means?  I can be cleared for duty again.  Yee-ha!”  He ran out of the kitchen.

I laughed, “They always forget to say thanks.  He’ll be back in a minute.”

Sure enough, he ran back in and pumped my hand, “Thank you, Sir.  Thank you.”  Then he shouted, “Yee-ha!” again and ran back out.

Dan looked at me and said, “And you think Lisa will be able to do that?”

“Good chance.  I am a bit surprised that neither you nor your siblings got it.  It is a 50/50 chance with my children, and about a 30 percent chance with grandchildren, whether their mom had it or not.  That carries at 30 percent for any descendent from then on.”

“So you are here for a few days?”

“Yes.  But I was thinking that maybe you could take some vacation time and we could go with the kids up to see your brother, taking the RV.”

“You know what?  That is a good idea.  I’ll go talk to the boss.”

His boss, hit by both one of his guys wanting recertification and Dan wanting a week off, was happy to give it to Dan.  We followed his old pickup to the small house a few blocks from the firehouse.

The sounds of battle were loud enough for us to hear the second we got out of the RV.  Dan rolled his eyes and went into the house.  Bethany, Natalie and I followed.  Tami slipping in behind us, of course.

A boy, about 12, whom I remembered was named Joe, came running over and said, “Dad!  Lisa won’t let me go to Trevor’s!”

Lisa said, “Yeah, what he’s not telling you is that Trevor is grounded.”

Joe said, “So he’s grounded and can’t go anywhere.  I can still go over there!”

Dan said, “Grounded means no visitors as well, Joe.”

“Ah, rats!”

The littlest, May, who was eight, saw Bethany.  “Grandma!”  She rushed over and hugged her.  Lisa and Joe right on her tail.

Joe broke the hug and asked, “Who are these other people?”

Dan said, “Lisa, Joe, and May, these are your great Grandma Natalie and great Grandpa Tom.  Over there is your great Grandaunt Tami.”

Joe asked, “Talking?”

“Talking.”

The three ran over and gave all three of us hugs, rotating so everyone got a hug.

Dan said, “Grandpa Tom has a big RV, and we are going to go visit Uncle Bruce together.”

Lisa asked, “What’s a RV?”

“Like a house on wheels.”

“A trailer?”

“Yes, but with an engine.  Take a look, it’s parked outside.”

They all ran to the glass door.  Joe exclaimed, “Wow!”  They all ran outside and ran around the RV.  “This is so valid!”  Theresa and Alice opened the door and they ran inside, making excited noises.

Dan said, “Bruce is currently stationed in Beaver Cove, on the north side.  I am glad you have an RV, living conditions are not the greatest up there, the last time we visited, we had to sleep on the floor of Bruce’s cabin.  Lots of mice around there.”

I said, “Okay.  Why don’t you folks pack bags and we can get going.  Any pets?”

“No.  Not when I have to leave the kids all day.  Poor things wouldn’t ever be taken care of.”

“I don’t want to pry, but where is their mom?”

“She ran off with a car salesman when May was six months old.”

“Ouch.  Sorry.”

“It was a long time ago; besides, you are family and have the right to know.”  He leaned out the door, “Kids!  Come pack your bags!”

Ten minutes later we were on our way.  Tami was driving, she (and I) didn’t trust the auto drive on the island highway.  We kept going after dark, taking turns driving, arriving around two in the morning.  There wasn’t any place near Bruce’s cabin to park, so we parked on the far side of the Mountie parking lot down the street.  We let Bruce sleep, battening down the hatches ourselves.  The kids had taken one of the two bedrooms three hours before, I took the other with my ladies, and Dan and Bethany took the hide-a-beds in the couches.

Around six in the morning a Mountie was pounding on the door.  I came out just as Dan opened the door.  The Mountie said, “You can’t park here.”

Dan said, “We are visiting my brother Bruce.  You know of another place to park?”

“Bruce Pennytree?”

“Yes.”

“Then I suppose it is okay for a few days.”  He glanced in the door.  “I haven’t seen an RV like this in years.”

“Come on back when everyone isn’t in bed and you can look around.”

“Deal.”  He left.

We all went back to sleep for another four hours.  I awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon.  I threw on some pants and went to the kitchen.  Lisa was cooking up a storm.  She saw me and said, “I just love this kitchen, Grandpa Tom!”  She had bacon, sausages, eggs, toast and pancakes all going at once.  She obviously knew how to cook.

I said, “Wow, that smells good.  Where did you learn to cook like that?”

“I just do.  I suppose growing up cooking for my family helps, eh?”

“Probably.”

May and Joe were watching TV.  Dan and Bethany were gone.  A minute later they came in with a guy who looked a lot like Dan.  The three kids exclaimed, “Uncle Bruce!” and ran over for a hug.  Lisa quickly ran back to her cooking.

Soon everyone was lounging about eating the fruits of Lisa’s labor.

We explored the town, what there was of it.  That evening we pulled out the grill and did steaks, the entire regional RCMP showed up.  Bruce commented, “We are heartily sick of deer and moose.  A good beef steak is a rare thing around here.”  I emptied my freezer of steaks.

That evening we sat inside to get away from the skeeters.  It had been a wet winter and so they were out in force.  We all relaxed in the air conditioning.  The extension was out and there was plenty of space indoors.  It was just family.

Theresa said, “I am going to tell a story.  There is a good reason I am telling it, so you kids listen, okay?”

May said, “Yes, Aunt Theresa.”

“This happened over a hundred years ago.  There was a boy born to a family, his name was ‘Andrew’.”  Bethany’s eyes went big as she recognized the story.  Theresa continued, “Andrew and his little brother Robert were normal kids, they grew up, played football and baseball, until Andrew was fifteen.”

“When Andrew was fifteen, he found that he had an unusual ability.  He could change people physically.  He thought he was God.  He kidnapped people and took them to his basement and painfully changed them over a period of days.  He took pretty girls from school and gave them a third eye or turned them into giant lizards.  He took jocks he didn’t like and made them into satyrs.  His best friend Henry, who tried to stop him, he changed him into an imp.  He didn’t listen to anybody.”

Joe asked, “What about his little brother?”

“Robert saw what was happening and was completely powerless.  He was horrified, but couldn’t do anything at the time.  He wisely stayed away.”

Lisa said, “At the time, huh?”  She grinned.  Theresa smiled back and said, “Yes, at the time.”

“Back to the story.  Andrew was arrogant.  Eventually the police became interested in what he was doing.  Most of the people he had changed had run off and joined freak shows in circuses.  Many of them committed suicide.  The sheer volume of things happening got the police interested.”

“One day, Andrew was found on the altar of a church with his heart in his hand, no marks anywhere on his body.  This was in the days before DNA.  His fingerprints matched, and he was declared dead.  The police closed the file, his family relaxed and his brother Robert went on to college, graduated, got married, and had kids of his own.”

Lisa said, “It wasn’t him, was it.  It was a copy.”

“Yes it was, but please wait.”  Theresa gave her a look.  “Twenty years went by.  Robert had two kids, a boy and a girl.  The boy, not long before his sixteenth birthday, woke up one morning with the ability to change people.  He could also see inside them, down to the DNA level.  Robert, always frightened at what his brother had done, had raised his children to be moral in all things.  Good thing because the boy was much more powerful than Andrew had ever been.  Because he cared for others, the boy immunized the entire school to drugs, opened a clinic where he could help people, and set up a house where people could go when homeless.  He did this in secret.”

“One day, because of other concerns, he was forced to tell his father.  That is when he learned of his uncle Andrew.  Robert, who had kept in touch with Andrew’s experiments, gathered them all up and the boy fixed them, returning them to exactly like they were when Andrew messed them up twenty years before.  Unfortunately there was nothing he could do for the poor ones who had killed themselves or had been killed in fear.”

“A thought the boy had, and it scared his father, is that it would have been easy for Andrew to make someone else look like him and then kill the poor person to fool the police.  There was no way to test the idea, the body had been cremated twenty years previously.  The boy could have duplicated DNA, but Andrew couldn’t.”

Lisa said, “I knew it!”

“They found a man named Ronald who had helped Andrew in exchange for being made to look younger.  Scaring Ronald into talking, since the boy wouldn’t hurt a fly, he admitted that Andrew was still alive and where he was.”

Joe said, “Oh my god.”

“Exactly.  Andrew had been experimenting for twenty years, unchecked.”  The kids looked scared.  She went on, “With some friends, the boy worked with police to surround the house where Andrew was.  Just as they were going to move in, a limo pulled out with Andrew in the back.”

Lisa asked, “But was it really Andrew?”

Theresa gave her another look and said, “As the police pulled out Andrew and hogtied him, the boy went up to check.  It wasn’t Andrew.  The DNA didn’t check out.”  Lisa smirked.  “He scanned the driver, a man who looked very different.  It was DNA from his family.  He quickly disabled Andrew’s ability before Andrew knew he was found out.  The boy told the police.  Robert went up to him and asked, “Why?”   Andrew said, “Because I can.”  Then he got mad because he found out that his ability was gone as he tried to attack them.”

“The house was filled with poor people that Andrew had experimented on.  He had made them slaves in return for the hope of eventually being human again.  The boy spent the next four months changing them all back.  He found victims that he had missed for many years afterward, fixing them when he found them.”

“Andrew was sent to SuperMax prison for the rest of his life.  He died in prison of old age fifteen years ago.”

She looked them all in the eye.  “You are probably wondering why I told you this story.”

Joe said, “To scare us?”

“Yes.  But for a reason.  The boy in the story?  That was your Grandpa Tom.”

Their eyes went big as they turned and looked at me.  I said, “That happened a long time ago.  But it is a true story.  Like Theresa said, there is a reason she told it to you.  Have you kids ever read a Spiderman comic or seen one on TV?”

All three of them nodded.  “What did Peter Parker’s uncle say to him when he died?”

Lisa said, “With great power comes great responsibility.”

“Exactly.  Now there is a 30% chance that one or all of you will inherit the gift mentioned in the story.”

Lisa squeaked, “Talking?”

“Talking.  In fact, the main reason we are on this trip is that Lisa will find out tomorrow morning or the day after if she has the gift.”

Lisa sat there, her jaw dropped.  Joe said, “Why now?”

“Because everyone since me who inherited the gift got it when they were 13 and 4 months.  Also, since Theresa was so kind to frame my history in a story, I will mention what the first thing I did was when I got my gift.  I made myself immortal, stopping aging at 19.  I made myself super strong with super hearing and eyesight.  I made it so I had almost infinite endurance.  I also made a few other small changes in myself.  Remember that I also modify the DNA.”

Lisa said, “Dannnng.  That explains a lot.”

Bruce said, “Yeah, it does.”

Joe said, “I don’t get it.”

Lisa said, “In other words, we inherited all those physical abilities.  That is why Grandma looks like she is in high school when she is nearly seventy.”

“Oh!”

“And why we can outrun or arm-wrestle any kid in the neighborhood.”

“Oh.” He looked thoughtful.

Lisa looked over at me, “What if I do get the gift?”

“You will have a choice.  Either one of your great aunts with the gift will come stay with you for a month or so; or you can go stay at the clinic in Vancouver for training for a month; or you can come back with us for training at the main estate.  Normally that would be your decision alone, but since you were raised outside of the family, I am betting your dad wants to have input on the decision.  Most of those with the gift go into medicine, but there are plenty that don’t.”

I looked at all three of the kids, Dan and Bruce.  “There are many family traditions that you missed out on growing up away from us.  Many of them you wouldn’t understand.  For instance, the tenth birthday is a big milestone in our family, second only to ‘predestination’ when a child learns if they have the gift.  On the tenth birthday a child is given access to all the family resources.”

Dan asked, “Family resources?”

“The main one is the debit card.  All family members over ten have one.  They get an allowance, plus the card has no limit overdraft in case of emergencies.  Another big family item is free tuition.  We have our own university with branches all over and off the planet.”

Joe excitedly said, “Off the planet?”

“Yes, Malloy University is the only school with a branch on the space station.”

“Wow.”

I went to the safe and pulled out four cards.  I handed them to Dan, Bruce, Lisa and Joe.  “I had these made up when I created your files yesterday morning.”

May said, “Why don’t I get one?”

“Sorry, you aren’t ten yet.  But your brother or sister can get you anything you want.  When you are ten there is a ceremony at the clinic in Vancouver where you and your cousins that are your age will get your cards.  It is fun, there is a big party.  Look at it this way, your brother and sister are too old so they don’t get a party.”

“Oh. Valid.”  She looked happy.

The kids were dragging a bit, so I said, “That’s enough for tonight.  I think it is time to hit the sack.”

Sure enough the next morning I awoke to a scream of delight.  I put on my pants and went to the other bedroom where Lisa was bouncing about screaming, “This is so valid!” over and over interspaced with, “I can see everything!”  She ran out into the living room where her Dad and Grandma were waking up.  She excited said, “I can see it!  I can see it!”

Alice, Theresa, Natalie and Tami came in.  She looked at them and said, “I can see the family in Aunt Theresa and Grandma Natalie, but Aunt Tami is different.  And I can’t see Alice at all.”

I said, “That is because Theresa is my sister, Natalie is your grandmother, Tami is unrelated genetically, and Alice is an android.”

That stopped her.  She stood there with a surprised look.  Dan exclaimed, “Alice is a WHAT?”

Alice said, “I’m an android.  You’ve probably heard of my Mom, Eliza, in the news?”

Dan was really shaken up, “Y-Yeah…”

She grinned, “Just goes to prove that A.I.s can be normal.  I guess I sure passed the Turing test with you!”

He laughed, relaxing a bit.  “Yeah, I guess you did.”  He looked back at his daughter.  “It seems that Lisa got the family gift.  She has some decisions to make.”

Lisa said, “I was up late last night thinking.  I really don’t want to miss any school, so any training I do needs to take two months max.”

I said, “Normally it is six weeks.  You essentially work as a supervised candy striper at a clinic.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“No, it isn’t.  In fact, it can be kind of fun.  I would suggest, but am not forcing you to do anything, but suggest that you go work in Vancouver for your training.  Then you can be with your Grandma and Aunt Shelly.  It wouldn’t be so total of a culture shock.”

Bethany said, “I would love it if you came to Vancouver with me.”

“I’d love to do that, but I still want to go see where you live, Grandpa.”

“No rush, you have centuries.”

She paused, “Yeah, I know that intellectually, but it really hasn’t sunk in yet.”

Dan started laughing.  We all stared at him.  He said, “My first thought when you said that was, ‘I get to keep my hair!’.  So much for male vanity.”  We all snickered at that one.

We left the next day, bringing Dan, Joe, and May down to Vancouver with us.

Chapter 90

Because most of the wars had come to an end; the border war with the cartels was over and the war on terror was winding up fast; the world governments (not including the nuts in the middle-east who were still fighting for no reason) had a lot more money to spend.  Social and science funding was as high, percentage wise, as it had been 170 years before in the 1960s.  It was a new renaissance. 

A second space station was being built; the first finally enclosed and pressurized the interior, building a giant cylinder.  Moon base Selena (named after the fictional moon city) was being built at breakneck speed after the failure decades before.  The first new clinics in decades opened on the new station, called non-imaginatively Secunda (Second), and in Selena.

Gertie Two literally pissed her pants in excitement when she was assigned to the new space station as second in command of the new clinic.  She had been wrangling for a space slot for the last eighty years.  What was ironic was that her daughter, Tracie, conceived 80 years before on the main space station, was in command, having the full gift.

After much infighting, Hayley and Penny together won the command spot for the Selena clinic.  The two of them did everything together, and had been serving as temps for clinics around the world since their graduation fifteen years before.  What finally won it for them was Hayley’s ability to survive in a vacuum in an emergency.  Amy’s ability had already saved several lives on the main station. 

Amy was still performing vacuum dances every few months or so to sold out audiences.  She even roped her sisters Alice and Hayley into joining her for one performance that made over a half billion dollars and was televised around the world.

I really, really wanted to visit the moon base, but I couldn’t take the six weeks it would be round trip to do it.

Eliza, feeling a bit of empty nest, “had” another kid, Blue.  She was quite the genius, and was indistinguishable from her “natural” sisters.  When she was four, Eliza arranged for Blue’s Turing test.  She had a substitute teacher come in to Blue’s classroom, and made sure that Blue interacted a lot with her and that everything was recorded.  At the end of the day, the teacher was questioned, and had had no idea that Blue was an android.  Eliza published the results and thus, Blue was a person.

We were staying even on money, income was matching expenses.  Besides rejuvs, it was mostly due to the patents assigned to the family from both Eliza and Aleem, my grandson prodigy in India.  Unfortunately Eliza’s patent on crystal storage had expired, but she still had the copyright.

What was a surprise to me was when Athena came up to me in the living room of the main house and sat just out of reach.  I asked, “What is wrong, Athena?”

Using the voder that Eliza had invented for her and her sister, Athena answered, “Master, I want to go with my sisters Hayley and Penny.”

Needless to say, I was flabbergasted.  “Do you know where they are going?”

“Yes.  To the moon.”

“And do you know the restrictions you will have?”

“Yes.  To go outside I will have to wear a spacesuit.  I already had the techies put one together for me.  We had fun designing and testing it.”

“Then I have no problem with it.”

“Thank you.”  She came over and leaned against my left leg.  Natalie was on my right.  I sat there and pet both of them while we watched TV for a while.

Chapter 91

I had long awaited going with Tami to a Championship Match.  I really enjoyed the veneration that she received as the top martial artist on or off the planet.  The tournament was in Tokyo, Japan.  Since the mid 21st century, tournaments had been worldwide, it was just a coincidence it was in Tokyo this year.  Last time it was in Amsterdam, and Mumbai three years before that.

Tami came to me one afternoon and blinked over an invite she had to the tourney.  “Master, you mentioned a while back wanting to go with me to a tourney.  I just received this invitation for the world championship mixed martial arts for this year.”

I scrounged my memory and remembered mentioning that thirteen years ago during the RV trip to the Northwest.  “If you are going, mind if I tag along?”

“Of course.  I have to make an appearance anyway, it has been twenty-seven years since my last appearance, not counting ‘The Unknown Dragon’.  I have to keep up my reputation.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem.  The only people who even come close to you in skill are your daughters and Eliza’s brood.”

“Maybe.  I don’t know that, it has been twenty-seven years after all.  Maybe someone new?”

“I suppose it is possible, but only if they were one of our family.”

“Hmmm, didn’t think of that, but you are right, Master, with the size of the extended family, the probability of someone having the right skill set is much larger.”

We left two weeks later.  I had told my ear-bug to keep me appraised of news relating to Tami’s appearance.  As we approached Japan and the internal GPS locator positioned me for the local Japanese news, I was bombarded by reports.  It was unreal.  The entire continent of Asia was creaming their pants at the thought of Tami’s visit.  Considering she wasn’t even Asian, being a blond gum-chewing cheerleader type, it was amazing.  I checked and Amazon had dozens of items with her likeness, from t-shirts to gis.  The picture used was one of the publicity shots from ‘The Unknown Dragon’.

Tami didn’t want to deal with the press at the airport, so we flew in, went through customs, then had the local clinic pick us up at the airport.  Just as we were climbing into the SUVs, several reporters showed up.  I guess the customs agents tipped them off.  We quickly drove off.

Like Natalie in the studio, Tami had the power at the tourney.  For fun, she deliberately dressed like a modern teen, deliberately picking slightly conservative styles, tossed in a piece of Bazooka gum, and we hopped out of the SUV and headed inside.  We stood in line, but it was sold out, so we bought tickets from a scalper at 15X the price, and went in.  She was playing complete incognito.

I couldn’t believe it, in all the little kiosks along the way, Tami Wells souvenirs all over the place.  Framed posters from ‘The Unknown Dragon’ everywhere, going for at least $1000 apiece. Wow.  I commented, “Geez, you sure are popular.”

“I never realized that it was this out of control.  Now I understand a little of why Natalie gets tired of the limelight every once in a while, and they don’t even know I am here yet.  I am almost tempted to turn around and fly home.”

I grinned at a thought.  “I think you need to walk up to these guys and surprise the heck out of them.  It is strange that they haven’t recognized you so far.”

She grinned back, “I have been deliberately making sure most of them are only seeing my profile.”

“Nice trick.”

“Yes it is.  I use it a lot when I travel with you as well to minimize my presence.”

“I often wondered about that.”  I smiled. 

I followed at a distance as she went up to the head official who was speaking into his ear-bug, “...knows where she is.  We have unconfirmed reports that she came in through customs, but...”  At that point, Tami tapped him on the shoulder.  He growled without turning around, “I’m busy, go talk to Harriet.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll go home then, Frank.”

His head whipped around so fast that I am sure he gave himself whiplash.  “Tami!” he exclaimed as he scooped her up in a big hug.  He stepped back and asked, “Jesus, girl, don’t you ever get tired of being a teenager?”

“Not really.  I tried a bit younger for a while, but I think 19 is the perfect age.”

He shook his head woefully.  “We should all be so lucky.”  Then he winced and said, “I have to apologize for all that nonsense out there.  It is my fault.  The tourney has been losing popularity, so when you RSVPed, I leaked it to a trade mag.  Before I knew what was happening, it was way beyond my control.  The tourney sold out in minutes, and immediately venders were selling t-shirts.”

“Don’t worry about it.  In a way, it is flattering.  I suppose it is mostly my fault for being so stereotypical to the anime legends.”

He grinned, then hid it and bowed, “Sorry, Master”.  He straightened up and said, “Come on, I will show you where you are sitting.”

She looked over at the faux mini-dojo with a throne on it.  She commented while rolling her eyes, “I think I can figure it out.”

He said, “Again, Sorry Master.  Not my idea.  That was actually built by the Japanese government, believe it or not.  It took over 50 people and six committees to decide on the design.”

A woman came rushing over.  “Master Genshi.  We cannot locate Master Wells.  The entire Tokyo police department is out searching.”

Frank said, “Look to your left, Mutsumi.”

She glanced over and did a double take.  “Dai Sensei!”  She threw herself down on the floor, bowing with her forehead on the mat.

Tami said, “Mutsumi, get up.  Then go call off the search.”

She jumped to her feet and exclaimed, “Yes, Master!”  She ran off as fast as she could in the kimono, speaking rapidly into her ear-bug.

Frank looked over at me.  “So who is your tag-along?”

“Hmm... How to describe it?  Let’s say that I am Samurai to him.”

Before Frank could say anything, I said, “But today I am here as one of Tami’s students and a friend.”

Frank got all excited, “You have studied under Tami?”

“Yes, only reached 8th dan though.  I don’t have the time nor dedication to go much higher.  Tami, has Betty or Veronica ever been to one of these?”

“Not that I know of.”

Frank asked, “Are they also students of Tami’s?”

Tami said, “Yes.  They are also my daughters.”

I added, “Yeah, and the only people on this planet who can even come close to Tami’s skill.”

Frank’s eyes defocused a bit in awe as he imagined it.  “Wow, maybe someday I will meet them.”

Tami replied, “Maybe the next tourney.  Now I am taking up your time.  You need to go finish setting up.  I may be old, but can find my way to the throne.”

He grinned and bowed, “Yes, Master Wells.”  Then he walked away.

Tami put her fists on her hips and stared at the throne.  She commented, “That is the most ridiculous and gaudy thing I have ever seen.”

“Then you need to show them that without explicitly saying so.”

“Hmmm, play up the teenager bit?  Since I am not an old man with a big mustache or white beard, that would make it seem completely silly.”

“That’ll do it.”  We giggled together.

When people arrived they were greeted by a gum chewing teenager with her leg thrown over the arm of the throne.  Like usual in Asia there was a lineup of anal VIPs who were seated next to Tami in reserved seats.

One of the VIPs was really upset.  In front of everyone he stood and said loudly, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”  His neighbors were pulling on him, trying to get him to sit down.

Tami, mad not at the question, but at the attitude, replied, “Mister, I will answer this only once, I am Master Tami Wells.”  Then she blew a bubble.

The guy almost had a heart attack.  “Young lady, that is not possible.  Master Wells is over a hundred years old.  Now get down from there.”

In the blink of an eye, Tami closed the fifty feet between them.  She wasn’t smacking the gum and was very serious.  The entire arena was dead silent as she said to his face, “You doubt me?”

To his credit, he just flinched, but didn’t move otherwise.  Tami flickered for a second; then she had the big magic marker from the judges booth in her hand.  She started to write on the guy’s forehead, effortlessly avoiding his efforts to get her to stop.  She wrote “先輩” (senpai), which means “learner”.  She gave him a big grin and appeared sprawled over the throne again a second later, chewing her gum.  The marker was on the judges table.

The guy turned beet red, then stomped out of the arena.  The whole audience started laughing as close-ups appeared on the jumbotron and U-Tube.  Poster placards of Tami were waved overhead by many in the crowd.  The cheering and clapping were deafening.  Tami whispered to me in shout, “I was really brainstorming there.  Not sure what to do that is still legal these days.  Two hundred fifty years ago I would have chopped his head off for dissing me.”

The announcer, fighting not to laugh himself, said, “There you are folks, don’t disrespect the Dai Sensei!”  Tami waved and the sound got louder, if possible.

I noticed that a good chunk of the crowd were ladies from the Tokyo clinic.  Along with cheering, they all had big grins.  They knew Tami personally and loved what she did.

The announcer went on with the opening speech.  I didn’t really pay attention until he said, “... and in addition, Dai Sensei Wells has offered to personally visit the tourney champion and their dojo!”  Tami waved again and the crowd went wild.

“When did you tell him that?”

“Oh, that was part of the original request.  I figure, why not?”

“I just hope the winner is from someplace that we have a clinic.  Even though you can personally take out an army, I still worry about you.”

“That is why all your girls love you.  You give a damn about each and every one of them.”

As the tourney went on, I thought about that.  I did care about every single one of my ladies.  It was something I didn’t try to think about all that much, it was overwhelming to personally care for two million women and children.  Often in the middle of the night I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking about it while my hands shook.  I had trapped myself in my own teenage fantasy, and while I enjoyed it, it was scary as hell having the responsibility.

The tourney was going well.  All the prelims were finished and the individual artistic competitions had started.  One contestant, a Japanese girl started her saber dance.  I watched and realized - she was too good.  I glanced over at Tami and she was watching with narrowed eyes.  Tami said, “Tom, there is no way she is unenhanced.  Those moves are too strong and precise.”

“I was thinking the same thing, but I’m not an expert.  I need to get within five feet of her to scan her DNA.”

Tami nodded and got up.  I followed her as she sauntered over to the event floor.  A hush followed her.  She went up to the stairs to the raised platform and stood there waiting as the girl finished her event.  The girl finished, then headed for the stairs.  As she started down she saw Tami.  She scrambled to the bottom then bowed deeply.  I scanned her DNA.  Sure enough, she was enhanced two generations removed, a granddaughter of an EB.  Since there were thousands of Japanese EBs, a check of the central database would be needed to determine who was her grandmother.

I asked, “Akami Takahashi, who is your grandmother?”

Startled, she shifted her gaze to me.  “Sir, I am an orphan.  I do not know.”

Tami exchanged glances with me and said, “Ms. Takahashi, please come see me after the tourney.”

Akami, startled again, shifted her gaze back to Tami and bowed deeper.  “Hai, Sensei.”

Tami marched back to her throne, me following.  Akami easily won the weapon dance part of the competition.  None of the other contestants were nearly as good as me, much less Tami.  A school from Beijing won the match and Tami exchanged bows with the winning martial artist and set up a time to visit the school.

Akami was waiting next to Tami’s throne when she returned.  I blinked a call to Kumiko, my daughter who ran the Tokyo clinic.  “Kumiko, got a sec?”

“Sure thing, boss-master-daddy.”  She replied with a taint of laughter.

“Grab a DNA scanner and meet me over by Tami’s throne, would you please?”

“Sure.  It’ll take a few minutes for an EB to run over a scanner from the clinic, though.”

“We can wait.”

A minute later Kumiko arrived from the stands.  Poor Akami was still waiting at attention.  Five minutes later an EB from the clinic rushed in with a hand DNA scanner.  I told her thanks and gave her a half hug.  She nearly collapsed.

A quick pass over Akami’s hand, and we started a search of the EB DNA database.  A few seconds later the file popped up on my ear-bug.

I read it out loud.  “Yuki Sasaki, Married Toshiro Sato, May 13, 2096.  Son, Tomas Sato, left to ‘find his own fortune’, January 12, 2113.  Toshiro Sato killed in an auto accident, January 20, 2115, No further information.”  I looked over at Kumiko and commented.  “Pretty skimpy records.”

Kumiko looked a little embarrassed.  “Yeah.  But...”  She muttered into her ear-bug.  A few minutes later a pretty EB showed up.  “This is Yuki Sasaki Sato.”

I smiled and said, “Hello Yuki.”

She bowed and said, “Hello, Master.  How can I help you?”

I did a quick scan with the gift to make sure and said, “I just thought you might want to meet your granddaughter, Akami.”

Both Yuki and Akami gaped at each other.  Akami exclaimed, “How?”

I said, “DNA”.

Suddenly the two of them were hugging and screaming.  Tami and I watched with big smiles.  We always loved scenes like this.  The two of them were bouncing all over the place.

I was a little upset that Akami hadn’t been found long ago.  Heck, Charlene had been found via DNA database in a similar situation seventy years ago.  I asked Kumiko, “Isn’t there a national DNA database?”

“Not really.  It is pretty sporadic, being entirely voluntary.”

“Damn.  Sounds like the early 20th century in America.  I thought Japan was more advanced than that.”

She just snorted and said, “Politics.”

At that point I was hit by a flying teenager.  Akami wrapped me in a big hug and said, “Oh, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!”  Then she paused and said, “You smell nice.”  She wrapped herself around me and snuggled down, dropping her legs to the floor to stand leaning against me.  Yup, definitely EB genes.  Yuki just smiled contentedly.  I took to opportunity to upgrade Akami to current standards.

Later that evening at the Tokyo clinic, as she stared wide-eyed over the railing, we got Akami’s story.  “I was found wandering the streets of the Urayasu district when I was four.  Apparently I knew my name and that I was four.  Unfortunately, Takahashi is a common surname so no headway was ever made finding my family.  I grew up in the Donashai Orphanage.  A visiting sensei recognized my talent and began training me when I was eight.”

She turned around and stared at me.  “My turn.  How did you know who I was?”

“That is a long story, Akami. Do you know who I am?”

“No, Sir.  Obviously you are very important, otherwise you wouldn’t have all these people deferring to you.”

“My name is Tom Malloy.”

Her eyes got really big.  “As in the richest man on Earth?”

I grinned, “And off Earth too.  Anyway, we could tell that you were not a usual contestant because of how good you were.  Only someone related to one of my people would be able to do what you did.”

She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and asked, “Why is that?”

“Because they all have the strength and speed like you do.  It is a standard physical enhancement given to my employees, who are all like family.”

She thought for a while.  “So what happens to me?”

“You have several choices.  You can live as you have been or you can move in here with all your sister relatives.  You also have the option to work here or at any similar clinic in the world.  An idea, you are good enough with your martial arts to train at Tami’s dojo for a while and then teach.”  Tami’s dojo was a small dedicated workout area back at the main compound.  She trained talented EBs occasionally and then those EBs went and worked with security at all the clinics around the world.

“Talking?”

“Talking.”

She squealed and jumped about.  “This is the best day of my life!” She exclaimed.

Tami, Kumiko and I exchanged grins.

Chapter 92

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  My daughter Beria had convinced me to allow a clinic in Istanbul.  It had been in operation for eight years when I was again woken by Traci.  I asked, “What’s up, beautiful?”

“Master, there has been a revolution in Turkey.”

Shit.  I jumped out of bed.  Traci tried to stay focused, but she was worthless as she nearly collapsed with delight at seeing my cock.  I pulled on a pair of pants and took off down the tunnel to the security center.  I burst in and called out, “Status!”

The EB in charge reported, “Master, there has been a revolution in Turkey by the fanatical Islam group Hesbinea.  Their first move was to outlaw females working in any form.  The Istanbul clinic was specifically listed by their decree as evil, and it was attacked.  They are currently in lockdown.  No casualties...yet.”

I was mad and scared at the same time.  “Ester, analysis?”

“We are running out of time.  The commander of the siege has already called for artillery.  We estimate that we have three hours before it arrives.  One advantage, it seems that they want to take the clinic intact.  Our analysts believe that they want to use it to house their elite.  We are not sure what to do.  We had contingency plans in case the country was invaded like South Africa, but not if the local government turned belligerent.  I am afraid that I failed to foresee this eventuality.”  She looked very upset and was clearly blaming herself.

I gave her a big hug and said, “Don’t blame yourself.  No one saw this coming.  Turkey had a stable government until a few hours ago.”

Tami ordered, “Call up the plans for the clinic.”  The blueprints popped up immediately on the side display as the Eliza programmed AI followed her command.  She said, “Overlay with known enemy positions.”  The blueprints were suddenly covered with red dots all around the building.  We all immediately saw it.  The underground storage bunker’s back door, under the parking structure next door, was not covered.  That led to the city’s ancient sewer system.  From there they could get to the airport where the evacuation planes were waiting in a closed hanger.  The planes hadn’t been discovered yet.

We linked to the control room at the Istanbul Clinic.  They popped up on the main monitor.  Tami explained the plan.  The first thing Beria asked was, “What about the clinic?  Are we just going to abandon it?”

I immediately said, “No.  Istanbul AI, do you copy?”

“Yes, Master,” replied the Istanbul main computer.

“Evacuation code zero zero Destruct zero.”  I figured no one in this century would be watching 20th century Star Trek episodes, so the code was secure.  I was pissed, the damn bigoted rebels weren’t going to get their hands on anything of mine.

“Understood.  Upon evacuation of clinic self destruct will engage.  Jamming of non clinic frequencies commencing.  Full core dump of clinic data to main base commencing.  Automated clinic personnel monitoring commencing.  Overload of atomic batteries on EMRVs on standby.  Overload of clinic backup atomic batteries on standby.  Destruct charges in building foundation and computer core on standby.”

Beria looked surprised.  “Wow, I didn’t know about all that.”

“Honey, you didn’t need to know.  Now get all hospital patients and personnel, people from the shelter, and especially all family out of there immediately.  Also maintain guards on the shelter and patient evacuees since I am sure there are moles.  That is why we are jamming all radios and cell signals.”

“Yes, Master.  I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, honey.”

She took off.

“Istanbul AI, continue to relay all monitors until self destruct.”

“Understood.”

We watched as the clinic was quickly evacuated.  Most of the people in the shelter were women and children.  That should have been a clue right there.  There were a few moles, they tried to use their cell phones, but the signals were tracked and the moles were shot.

As the last person, an EB guard, entered the sewer and sealed the door behind her, the computer announced, “Self Destruct in 90 seconds.”  It began to count down, and when it reached zero, all the feeds from the clinic went dead.  We watched the satellite picture and web cams as the clinic blew, the fireball was two blocks wide, taking out the evil bastards who were besieging the clinic.  Atomic batteries with the safeties disengaged were very dangerous.

All the evacuees made it to the transport planes which immediately took off, ignoring the tower which told them to stay put and wait.  Per my request of the Bulgarian government, two fighter planes escorted them to Burgas, over the border; they had to shoot down one Turkish fighter plane that came after the escapees.  We saved every single EB, plus over two hundred refugees.  The revolutionary army lost over two thousand men.

The international outcry over the actions of the Hesbinea was universal.  Turkey was a fairly modern country and the bigotry and intolerance of the Hesbinea was not accepted.  The revolutionary government lasted two years before being overthrown.  Beria and I decided to wait another couple of decades before reestablishing a clinic in Turkey.  Instead, we built one in Sofia, Bulgaria as a thank you to their government.

Again, the world was watching and learned that it was extremely unwise to attack a Thrupp clinic.

Chapter 93

It was only five years later when another clinic was attacked.  I was in the whirlpool with the twins and Tami when all of our earbugs chimed.  “Master, we have a situation.”

I was out of the pool, pulling on my pants in an instant.  I ran for the command center, using the above ground paths since I was in the yard.  I dashed into the command center and commanded, “Status.”

“Master, the Bangkok AI reports that all personnel are down.”

“Down?  How?”

“It doesn’t know.  It seems to be confused.”

“Connect me.”

“Yes, Master.  Now online.”

“Bangkok AI, do you copy?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Please report status of Personnel and Clinic.”

“Personnel and patients all collapsed at 18:36 UDT.  I am not detecting life signs.  Clinic has several unauthorized persons.  I have sealed off the command floor.”

“Show video feed of the command center from 18:35.”

We watched as several of the EBs sniffed the air, and then suddenly collapsed.  The computer had attempted to detect breathing or heartbeats and failed.  Thermal scans showed the bodies cooling.

“Bangkok AI, go to condition red.  The clinic is under attack.”

“Understood.”

“Show me the intruders.”

The screen split into several segments, each showing what appeared to be a soldier with a gas mask.  Not good.

“Bangkok AI, do you detect any life signs besides the intruders?”

“Negative.”

The clinic was obviously gassed with something lethal.

“Bangkok AI, zero zero Destruct zero.  Dump core to main base and then immediately implement.”

“Dumping core.”  A minute later, “Overloading batteries on EMRV and Clinic backups.” The screen went blank.  Again we watched via web cams several blocks away and via satellite as the clinic blew.

We immediately called the Singapore, Kolkata and Hong Kong clinics and had them go on alert.  They sent out EBs to guard the air intakes on the roof, and immediately started installing scrubbers that would filter out gasses.

The rest of the clinics went on alert as well, they also started installing scrubbers, but not as frantically as the three neighboring clinics.

Because everyone was wondering what on earth was going on, we released a press statement, stating that someone had gassed the clinic and then the intruders had damaged the backup batteries.  We released pictures of the intruders to the media as well.  Interpol and the local Bangkok police immediately started investigations. 

It was rapidly determined that a rogue general, Chankul, had taken out the clinic in an attempt to secure the city as he took it over.  He had figured that it was a threat after reading about the South Africa debacle.  Fortunately, the clinic explosion had taken out many of his troops and the takeover never occurred.

Those were the first EBs ever to die.  Also killed was Janjira, my daughter who ran the clinic and 87 more of my children all under ten years of age from the clinic EBs.  A total of 239 dead from my family, plus 311 residents in the shelter.  We were all pretty upset, before this only one person in the family had ever died, and that was Leslie who had also been killed.  There were 2 EBs that were married and lived outside of the clinic and there were also 116 EBs and 41 children in the training camp outside of the city and so they survived.

All that remained of the clinic was a five story deep smoking crater.  The superheated blast (close to 150K Kelvin) from the atomic battery overloads vaporized everything in a two block radius.  We decided to rebuild.  Although the clinic wasn’t a large one, it was needed badly.  Most of the Thai EBs killed had been mountain girls sold into prostitution. Sad to say, but even getting blown to smithereens was better than what they had had before becoming EBs.

It cost around $30 million per Natalie style clinic, around $12 billion total, but we put giant scrubbers on all the roof vents, redesigned the air flow so it could be recirculated in an emergency, and used some of Eliza’s technology to redo the glass panels with a near indestructible poly-carbon, which we bolted, not glued, in place.  The EMRVs already had most of the technology in place, Ester having put scrubbers in the air intakes over a century ago.  We also made sure that there was a back door like the one in Istanbul for every clinic, even in the United States.  We even dug an escape tunnel for the Rome clinic, having to plasma seal it the whole way.

I hadn’t been happy with installing the self-destructs when Ester had proposed them, and we had debated it for a long time.  In the end, she was right again.  Over the years, Ester’s paranoia had saved thousands of lives.  I still don’t think the FBI realized what they lost.

Chapter 94

I was a little depressed after the Bangkok incident, so after the rebuilding was complete, I told Ester to prepare the RV.  This time we were going to ship the RV to Europe and I was going to go RVing there.  I still hadn’t been to most of the European Clinics nor seen much of Europe, even at the young age of 165.

As Ester worked on getting the latest upgrades in the RV, I snuck up behind her.  I grabbed her from behind and pulled her back against me.  She sighed and said, “Damn, Tom.  I love you so much.  Shall we go for mechanic #4?”  She was referring to our three daughters that were the result of our traditional pre-trip screw, all of which were mechanics working on the RV right then.  Two were gifted, but all three had decided that they loved working on the RV, although one of them also worked on the jet.

I whispered in her ear, “Sounds good to me.”  I kissed her on her neck as I squeezed her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples, meanwhile rubbing my hard cock on her beautiful perfect backside.

She sighed again and leaned forward, thrusting her ass out.  I bent down and slid into her dripping pussy.  She thrust back and we began to screw like it was going out of style.  Then minutes later I blasted her full of warm baby butter and she shrieked in delight, convulsed, and collapsed semi-conscious against the RV.  One of the EBs rushed over and licked me clean.

I just love tradition.

A few days later we loaded the RV onto a train which would take it to the east coast where it would be shipped to the Dublin clinic.  It would take a week.  We were going to leave from there, using only one RV this time.  I was taking the twins, the three addicted girls, Eliza, Natalie, Tami, and Ariel, who was one of Ester’s mechanic daughters, conceived on the last RV trip.  We would fill out the complement with an EB from the Dublin clinic.  It would be a bit crowded, but I was already leaving behind several girls that I really wanted to bring.  I did go adjust Alicia’s addition to two months and then screwed her silly.  The twins were coming with me so that wasn’t an issue.

We flew out in early June.  It only took a few hours to reach Dublin Airport, where we had a private hanger.  Molly and Sandy, two of my Irish daughters, were there with a couple of black SUVs to pick us up.  I greeted them and the EBs with big hugs and kisses, I hadn’t been to the Dublin clinic in years.

The clinic was one of our custom designs to fit in with the local environment.  It was a cross between the Vatican clinic and a 19th century government building.  Inside it was a Valery style, but the outside was different.  The entire clinic was underground, all ten stories.    The atrium was on street level surrounded in masonry so that it fit in with the rest of the buildings in the area.  We pulled in to the garage which was on ground level in the back.

Mechanic EBs were pouring over the RV when we pulled in, I think more out of curiosity than anything else.  Several children around ten years old were running about, there didn’t seem to be any that were younger, had it been that long since my last visit?  I was going to have to take care of that.  While the RV was being checked out I did an inspection tour, leaving a lot of happy EBs collapsed and drooling with big cream pies.  I loved the Irish, they were almost as randy as Russian girls.  I loved all the beautiful red hair as well, although the black haired Celtic types were pretty nice too.

That evening they had the drawing for the girl to go with us.  It was won by an EB named Cleona, a beautiful redhead with a light smattering of freckles.  She and all the other EBs started squealing and jumping around celebrating.  I heard one say, “Yer are so weith the luck Cleona.  Hopefully I got weith child theis day, and ye will be weith soon!  Tis wonderful!”  I hadn’t really thought about it, but it was common that any EBs that I travelled with ended up with a baby.  That seemed to be universally known.  Since childbirth was easy and painless in our community, girls loved to have babies, especially mine.

The next morning I left a few more drooling EBs as I headed to the RV.  We loaded up and took off, heading North. A sea of hotties lined up to see us off.  Stopping every once in a while to ooh and ah, we reached Belfast by nightfall.  My daughter Deidre ran the Belfast clinic.

I left another dozen happy drooling EBs before we left the next morning on the ferry to Portpatrick.  Like when we went to Vancouver Island, the RV had to be centered because of the weight.  Portpatrick turned out to be a little town in Scotland, the ferry service was new over the last 20 years.  We drove up to Stranraer and parked on Loch Ryan.  It was still mid-afternoon so most of the girls took off shopping in Stranraer, I just relaxed in the beautiful scenery.

The next morning we drove on to Glasgow, stopping at the clinic on the south side of the city.  To my complete surprise, I was greeted by Shelly and Lisa!  Shelly still had her elf ears.  I hadn’t realized that Lisa had partnered with her aunt Shelly and they were running the Glasgow clinic together.  After talking with them about it, they told me it was temporary for a few months while Winifred, my daughter from an English supermodel, was on Holiday.  I had so many daughters (granddaughters; great granddaughters; and great, great granddaughters; etc.) with the gift that there was always someone to take over for a while. 

I even had three male descendants with the gift, including Lisa’s cousin Tom, Bruce’s son, named for his Grandpa Tom.  What was interesting was that his gift appeared when he was a few months shy of sixteen, just like my uncle Andrew and me; not at age thirteen like all his female cousins.  It was a total surprise to him and everyone else.  Since then two more boys had inherited the gift, both at the same age.  One of them was limited, like Andrew.

I often sat sipping a drink and staring into the beautiful lake behind my house with satisfaction over the more than a million descendants of mine with the gift spread around the world.  That was enough to permanently alter the entire human race’s genome.  The gift was here to stay.  My legacy would be around for long after I had been forgotten.

That evening we had a big party, the entire clinic was in a tizzy.  I left 30-40 satisfied EBs before I staggered to bed.  I was surprised when both Shelly and Lisa joined me, they had never done so before.  I wasn’t about to complain.  Although both of them were virgins, they were wonderful in bed.

The next day we continued on down to Manchester, where we visited the clinic.  We only stayed for a few hours before moving on to Birmingham, where we stayed the night.  I got Ophelia, a granddaughter via outside marriage, staying the night with me there.  I felt a little like I was sleeping my way through Great Britain.  Not that I was complaining.

We were a short drive from London.  Although we had considered building another clinic, there was only one clinic in London.  I pulled in with lots of cheering at around ten in the morning. 

Like many other European cities, there was a building code, so the London clinic was half underground.  It was built just east of Tower Bridge on the south side, across from the marina and kitty corner across the bridge from the Tower of London.  We got such a prime location because of the influence of the British government, who had been excited over the building of a Thrupp Clinic in London nearly a hundred years before.  King Harry had even done the ribbon cutting.  Being so close to the river, we had had to plasma seal the walls similar to the Rome clinic.

What surprised me when I got out of the RV was that Princess Elizabeth was standing there next to my daughters Jane and Wendy.  I gave Jane and Wendy big hugs; then shook the Princesses’ hand.  I asked, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Jane had fixed the princesses’ grandmother’s nose and ears 95 years before, ending the 500 plus year tradition of big noses and ears, so the 22 year old’s smile was beautiful.  “Mr. Malloy, I am here to invite you to tea over at Buckingham.”

“Sure.”  I wasn’t going to turn down tea at the palace.

“We have been wanting to invite you for years, but you always fly in and out before we get a chance.  MI5 told us two days ago that you would probably reach London on your Holiday sometime today.  That gave us time to set things up.”

MI5 was tracking me?  Thinking about it, I suppose they would almost have to do so.  I didn’t think about my VIP status often, but I was the richest man on Earth.  If something happened to me on their watch, the British Government would be in pretty hot water.

She saw my startled then resigned looks.  Being political since birth, she correctly interpreted them and commented, “Yeah, annoying having big brother always watching from the trees, isn’t it?”

“True, I haven’t really been without a watcher for over 145 years.  It has just got so that I don’t think about it much anymore.”  I grinned, “It took a lot of arguing to take this RV trip with only one RV, and I still bet there are black SUVs and a satellite or two following my every movement.”

She laughed with me.  I liked this woman.  I told the girls that we would party tomorrow; then I followed the princess to the waiting SUV.  Tami also followed.  The King’s bodyguards let her into the chase SUV without a comment.

As we drove, she commented, “I am going to have to say hello to your bodyguard; when I was a girl I was a huge fan of Tami Wells.  I still have Tami Wells dolls and posters.  I watched every anime podcast of her adventures. I dreamed of having her as a bodyguard and the adventures we could go on.”

That really surprised me.  I hadn’t known that Tami was known in Europe as well as Asia.  I said, “She would get a real kick out of hearing that.”  I was going to have to find a copy of the anime Tami podcasts.

“I think that is why the detail just accepted her.  They know of her skills from all my bragging when I was younger.  I told them that she could take out the entire detail without a sweat if she wanted.  They probably aren’t sure about that, but know she is pretty good.”

“I don’t know where you got your stats, but you are right, she easily could take out this detail if she wanted.  Tami’s presence is the only reason my head of security even lets me travel like this.”

“Wish I could do that.  I am going a little stir crazy lately wrapped in the royal cocoon.”

“You are welcome to come with me for the rest of my trip.”

“Hmmm, tempting.”

We didn’t say anything more as we rode through the gates, the redcoats with beaver hats standing stiffly on each side.

Surprisingly, dinner was on the veranda.  I was escorted through the building to the back patio where King William VI was waiting.  He said as we shook hands, “Hello, Mr. Malloy.  Nice to finally meet you.  I have been hearing about you and your clinic all my life.”

“Nice to meet you too, your Majesty.”

“Oh, forget that Majesty stuff, call me William.”

“Sure thing... William.  And I am Tom.”

He gestured me over to the table where the three of us sat, the princess hanging around.  I saw Tami standing by the door chewing her ever present stick of gum.  I could see that she was on low alert, but was also enjoying herself.  I could only tell that because she had been my bodyguard for a century.  Watching her watch me was one of the King’s bodyguards, not that it would do him much good if Tami decided to act.

A servant poured us tea and left a delicious looking tray of scones.  I ate one as the King talked about how he had always enjoyed visiting the clinic and how it had become a permanent part of the London life and landscape.

We talked for an hour or so until the King asked, “Is that who I think it is over by the door?”

“Yes, that is Tami Wells.  Elizabeth here mentioned how she was a big fan as a girl.”

“I remember that doll she carried around everywhere.  I think the last I saw it, that doll was on a shelf by the door of her bedroom, I would guess that she was guarding the place.”

Elizabeth turned a little red and said, “Oh, Father.”

I turned and waved Tami over to the table.  She raised an eyebrow but started over.  All of a sudden she snapped her head to the left and yelled, “Get down!”  The king, princess, and I dived for the ground a second before a bullet whizzed over our heads, where the king had been sitting.  Tami was instantly across the patio squatting over us as two more bullets whizzed overhead.  The King’s bodyguards finally noticed something was going on and an alert sounded.  Tami yelled out, “Shots from the building right there!” And she pointed.

A Teflon coated body shield was brought out and we were led back inside the palace.  Tami was talking rapidly with the other bodyguards, apparently she had seen the muzzle flash and the sonic effects on the trees as the hypersonic bullet went by them.  Fortunately, even a hypersonic bullet takes a few seconds to reach its target from that distance.

The building was raided and the rifle found.  Apparently the assassin hadn’t had time to clean up because of the fast identification of the building that fired the shot.  A quick scan by one of the swat team that went in, and the rifle was identified as being from a known terrorist group.  By the time we had settled at another table inside the house, a team was already going into the group’s HQ.

Tami finished her debriefing, so I waved her over again.  I said, “The princess here is a big fan of yours.  Why don’t you join us for a bit?”  I gave her a smile telling her that I understood how this made her uncomfortable, but it was a good idea anyway.  Amazing how much can be said with body language when you have been companions with someone as long as we have.

She shook Elizabeth’s and William’s hands.  “Sir, madam.”

Elizabeth commented, “Your voice is very different from the one in your anime series.”

“I wouldn’t know, they asked me if they could do the show, but I have never actually seen an episode.  Since I never heard back from the producer, I had assumed that it had never been made.”

The princess replied with a small smile, “Actually it went for seven seasons and was one of the most popular children’s and teen shows in Asia for most of that time.  I got caught up in it when I was a little girl visiting Hong Kong for the 150th celebration of their independence.  The show was one of the few that was in English.”

The king could detect that Tami was getting embarrassed, so he changed the subject, “Tom, I hear that you are on holiday?”

“Yes, every 25 to 30 years I take my RV out and travel.  This is my first time outside of North America in the RV though, outside of deadheading on a cargo run in Russia a while back.”

“Every 25 to 30 years?  That is a long time between holidays.”

“I really enjoy my job, so every day is a holiday.  There are a lot of clinics out there, and I have to visit each of them as often as I can.  There are still a dozen clinics that I have not been to yet.  I really want to go visit the one in Selena, but finding the time is proving a bit difficult.  I am checking in on several clinics while on this trip; in fact, I had never been to the Belfast or Manchester clinics until a few days ago.”

“So what are your plans?  You staying on the isles?”

“The plan is to see Canterbury, then take the ferry from Dover to Calais.  Then flip a coin and go in some random direction.  I only have another three weeks at most before I have to restart my management flights.”

Elizabeth commented with a wistful look, “Oh, it sounds like fun.”

The king looked thoughtful.  “Tom, would you mind a tagalong?”

“No.”  I was wondering where he was going with this.

“Then, Elizabeth, why don’t you go with him?  I think Tami has already shown that she can handle protection.”

Elizabeth’s eyes got big, “Really, Dad?  Are you serious?”

Tami said, “If she is coming, then we are also going to add Sabrina as a personal companion for her.”  At the king’s look she added, “My daughter.”

He laughed, “Perfect!”

The princess said, “Yesss, Road Trip!”  She looked over at her dad and said, “Thank you, Dad.  I never believed that I would be able to do something like this.”

“Honey, I just wish I could go with you.  But I am royally stuck, to coin the expression.  You are still a princess, not yet a Queen, so you can get away with it.”

Elizabeth excused herself and ran off to pack.  The king said, “Thank you, Tom.  She needs to do something wild, and this will take care of it while keeping her safe.”  He glanced around, “Besides, it will get her out of here while we figure out what is going on with that terrorist group.  No one is ever going to suspect that she went on a RV road trip with you.”

I said, “Except for MI5 who has been tracking me the whole way.”

“Oh, them.  I am not too worried about them.”

We left the same way we came, in the motorcade.

Chapter 95

At the party the next day I surreptishishly gave Elizabeth all the non-exclusive EB changes except for the immortality, which would be a very bad idea for a royal.  Like Sandra before her rejuv, she would be healthy until the day she died.  I liked her, so if she retired from the public life when she was in her 90s and came to me, I would do a rejuv for her then.  For now, she was young, pretty and raring to go on her first adventure.

Sabrina arrived the evening we got back to the clinic.  Fortunately she and Elizabeth got along great.  Sabrina went out of her way to be BFFs with the princess, some because she liked her, and also, I believe, so the princess would confide with her if she was going to do something stupid, so Sabrina could protect her better.

As we took the London Road out to Canterbury, Eliza quoted:

Whan that aprill with his shoures soote

The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,

And bathed every veyne in swich licour

Of which vertu engendred is the flour;

Whan zephirus eek with his sweete breeth

Inspired hath in every holt and heath

Tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne

Hath in the ram his halve cours yronne,

And smale foweles maken melodye,

That slepen al the nyght with open ye

(so priketh hem nature in hir corages);

Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,

And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,

To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;

And specially from every shires ende

Of engelond to caunterbury they wende,

The hooly blisful martir for to seke,

That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

We all laughed, both in fun and also at the incongruity of a supercomputer quoting a medieval poet.  Out of curiosity, I asked her, “Do you store that as a separate language, or an extension to English?”

“Actually both.  I have the words in my English thesaurus, but marked as obsolete, but I also store Middle English as a separate language.”

Canterbury wasn’t far from London on the ancient Roman roads.  We parked outside the wall, walked down a ways to the main arch, and went back to the 16th century.  The streets of Canterbury hadn’t changed since then.  The locals all dressed in medieval outfits, it was really cool (excuse me, “valid”).  

As the girls went from store to store, I noticed that the princess had changed her blonde hair to brunette.  Probably Sabrina’s work.

We went through the whole city, even taking boats out on the river and peering out the spires of the cathedral.  The girls bought tons of trinkets, which were wrapped and shipped home.  I even saw the princess buying a ton of stuff and shipping it back to the palace.  Actually she used a dead drop address not far from the palace that was used for security purposes.  It would have been kind of stupid to put “Buckingham Palace” or “Windsor Castle” on the shipping label.

That night we just asked a farmer if we could park on a dirt road in his field.  The guy was really nice, he got a real kick out of the RV, never having seen anything like it before.

As we were preparing for bed, I told Lizzie (as she insisted on being called) that she could use the hide-a-bed couch, or join us in the bedroom.  She thought for a minute; then said, “Not the first night.  I’ll take the couch for now.”  Noticing that we all were preparing for bed, she asked, “Who’s standing watch?”

Eliza said, “The RV’s AI, Emily”.

I hadn’t known there was an AI in the RV, and apparently Lizzie didn’t either.  “There’s an AI in the RV?”

Eliza grinned and said, “Emily, why don’t you say hi?”

From all around came, “Hello, Lizzy.”  It sounded a lot like the clinic AIs.  Probably very similar.

Lizzy was thinking similarly, she asked, “Emily, are you self aware?”

“No, I am not.”

Eliza commented, “The only self aware AIs are my children and myself.  The AI in this RV and in all the clinics are ones that I programmed.”

Lizzy’s eyes got big, “Oh!  You are that AI who got her freedom.  Brilliant that.”  She shook Eliza’s hand, “Congrats! I just wish Parliament would ratify the AI bill.”

“So would I.  But the protection of my U.S. Passport is enough for civilized countries.  I am going to stay away from any radical areas of the world however.”

“As you bloody well might!”

The next morning we drove down to see the South Downs which had a light fog.  Beautiful.

Dover, which used to be the major route to the mainland, had been regulated to a secondary port for the last 160 years since the Chunnel was built.  It was a bit run down.  I could see the princess taking mental notes.  Even with the lack of many visible tourist shops, my girls somehow bought a ton of crap and got it shipped off just as the ferry arrived.

The ferry unloaded, and then we were the first in line to board.  Like usual for ferries, we were centered.  The captain stopped loading fairly quickly after that, the ferry had been designed for a specific weight, and modern cars were light, but the RV was unusually heavy and we maxed out the weight fast.  Upstairs was a lot like the Vancouver Island ferry, there were restaurants and shops.  We relaxed in a beautiful restaurant as we crossed the channel.

At Calais, we hit some red tape.  Normally in the EU, passports are electronically checked and everyone passed on through.  Eliza’s passport, however, had “android” in the “race” column, which confused the port computers.  The single immigration agent for the city had to be called in to manually check the passport.  He just looked at the passport, at Eliza, back at the passport and said, “Go ahead,” handing it back to her.  “Welcome to France, Mademoiselle Malloy.”

Eliza commented with a roll of her eyes after we were through, “Back when I had ‘white’ in the race column, it was much easier.”

I let the ladies hit the shopping district, which was right there by the ferry, all of us meeting back at the RV at seven.  Then we drove to the Calais clinic which was over on the southeast side of the city.

That night I left a lot of happy ladies, even though I thought that the French “j” or “w” before every romantic word was really annoying.

The next morning, I pulled out an old silver dollar and flipped it.  Tails we go south, heads we go north.  Believe it or not, the thing landed on its side and rolled away.  So we took off East through Belgium.  There was only one clinic in Belgium, in Brussels, so we stopped there for a few hours, then resumed our journey east, ending up parked at the Gangelt park, just over the German border, for the night.  It appeared that only the French had difficulties with Eliza’s passport, no one even stopped us as we went through the Belgium and German borders.

The ladies spent a few hours buying everything in the town of Gangelt, then we moved on and hit the Cologne clinic.  To rest, we spent two nights there, to the enjoyment of the local EBs.

The next morning I flipped another silver dollar.  We couldn’t go too much further east, it was too dangerous for Eliza.  A lot of unscrupulous governments wanted to get their hands on her, not just for the software, but the hardware as well.  The coin landed with Sacajawea’s head facing up so north we went.

We managed to make it to Bremen, parking in a park on the East side of the city.  We stayed the next day since we had got in late, the ladies buying the city again.  They were all going to have piles and piles of packages to go through when they got home.  I bet the EBs back home were squealing with delight with each package that arrived.

It was a quick drive to the Hamburg clinic.  Sigrid and Siglinda, twins, ran the clinic on the northeast side of the city.  The two raven haired beauties greeted me enthusiastically, practically knocking me over.  After snuggling for a bit, they gave hugs to the girls, including Lizzie, even though they didn’t know her.  Before long, I was left standing in the middle of the garage alone as the mass of girls took off somewhere.  I guess Tami must have felt I was safe in the clinic, because she left with the other girls.

It was a little disconcerting; I was left alone very seldom.  After a moment I decided to enjoy my solitude.  I went over to the elevators and took one up to the park and just wandered, stopping for a bit to sit on a bench by a beautiful fountain and eat a hot dog I got from a vendor.  It was a perspective that I hadn’t seen too often, taking in the apartments stacked up the sides of the clinic valley, making me feel tiny.

A Frisbee landed in front of the bench and a beautiful blonde girl in her late teens ran over to collect it.  I had a feeling that it was deliberate because she turned and said, “Allo, speilst du?”

“Sorry, I don’t speak much German, but, sure, I would love to play.”

With a perfect American accent she grinned, tossed the Frisbee to me and said, “Here, you’re up!”    Turning around I noticed that there were three other girls playing.  I spun the Frisbee to the one on my right.

For the next hour or so we spun the disc around.  I hadn’t spun a Frisbee in over a hundred years, it was fun.  Of course, the girls just thought I was another guy who lived in the shelter.  They were flirting hard, deliberately bouncing a lot, bending over showing their asses in the skimpy shorts, waving their hair, things like that.  I wasn’t complaining.  They were all very pretty.  If I hadn’t been able to tell via second sight, I would have thought they were EBs.

We played until one of the girls, a very curvaceous blonde, backed into a tree trying to catch the disc and practically knocked herself out.  We all rushed over frantically asking if she was okay.  She got up, shook like a dog, then said, “I think that is enough playing disc.”

The original girl said, “Yeah.  Let’s go over to Erich’s.”

They all marched off, taking me with them since I had a girl firmly latched onto my arms on both sides.  As we walked, the original girl asked, “My name is Janina.  These are my friends Kerstin, Ulrike and Lena.  What’s your name?”

“Tom.”

Ulrike asked, “So what’cha doing in Hamburg?”

“Oh, I am just on vacation.  You ladies live here?”

Janina muttered, “Yeah.”  I suppose it wasn’t something to brag about, living in a shelter.

To cover my faux pas, I asked, “So where is Erich’s place?”

Kerstin answered, “A place we go to hang out.  We are almost there.”

In the corner was a combination bar and grill.  It appeared to be the local teen hangout.  We found a booth and sat down.  I immediately noticed a guy at the bar giving me the evil eye.  I nodded in his direction and asked the girls, “What’s his problem?”

They looked and Lena said, “Shiesse!  That’s Dieter.  He thinks that he owns us.”

Janina said, “We tell him to get lost, but he doesn’t get the message.”  She looked at me, “Maybe you should leave, he is dangerous.”

I wasn’t going anywhere.  “I don’t think so.”  As Tami or the twins would say, my knight in shining armor complex was rearing its head.  Just to piss the guy off, I put my arms around Janina and Ulrike, the two girls next to me.  They gave a worried giggle, glanced over at Dieter, then leaned into me a bit.

Over at the bar, Dieter turned several shades of red.  He slammed his beer down, splashing it all over; then he got up and stomped over to our table.  He growled out something in Germen about, “meinen mädchen”. 

I got mad.  I sweetly asked, “So are these girls yours?”

“Yes!” he shouted with clenched fists.

“That is not what they are telling me.”

“I laid claim to them a long time ago.  No Yankee swine will get my girls!”  With that he jumped across the table, swinging.

I easily blocked him, then gave him a haymaker.  I could have used martial arts, I am 8th dan after all, but I was pissed and just wanted to hurt this medieval chauvinist bastard.  He went down like a ton of bricks.  A pair of EBs ran into the bar, they were wearing Leslie patrol uniforms.  They took one look, picked up Dieter, and carried him out.  Not a word.  I glanced up at security camera and winked.

The girls were confused and very horny.  I had noticed, many years before, that a little violence on their behalf made girls extremely randy.  I could see all their nips were hard as rock, and they were rubbing all over me.  Janine took my arm again and dragged me out of the bar and into the trees at the edge of the park.  The rest of the girls followed closely.

As soon as we were in the woods, Janine kissed me hard with lots of tongue.  While she was doing that, the others pulled off my pants, murmuring something in German.  As Janine kissed me harder, one of the girls slurped my cock deep into her throat.  Before I knew it, I was on my back being ridden.  Janine disappeared and a beautiful shaved pussy took her place.  The four of them took turns getting pussy full of cream and being eaten.  At least they knew better than putting a freshly creamed cunt in my face.

A good 45 minutes later, we all lay exhausted in the small glade.  I commented, “Damn, I am liking Hamburg more and more.”  I got a spate of giggles back.  Kerstin said, “And I am thinking that a visit to America is sounding good.”  That got more giggles.

I had noticed that none of them had had their birth control shots recently.  Janine and Lena were both fertile and now probably pregnant.  Next day pills had been pulled from the market recently due to health concerns, so the two of them were SOL unless they went black-market.

The girls collected themselves.  Janine said, “We have to get home now.  Thank you, Tom.  Will you be here tomorrow?”

I figured I could stay a day.  “Sure.  Meet you at Erich’s around ten?”

“Sure!” “Yes” “Yeah”, “Ja”.  They took off.

I went over to the elevators and took one up to the security center.  I made notations in the database that any of the girls would have permanent apartments if they turned up pregnant with my kids.  That was something that Sigrid or Siglinda could easily check.  In any case, they would always have preferential treatment at the clinic and shelter.

I checked, and Dieter had already been dismissed from the shelter.

The next morning, I went down to Erich’s.  The four of them were there, but were very quiet.  I asked, “What’s wrong?”

Janine asked, “Are you Tom Malloy?”

“Yes, why?”

Ulrike, the quiet one, exclaimed, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Again I ask, why?”

Janine angrily said, “Because we are embarrassed.”

“I hate to say it again, but why?  I enjoyed our evening, more than I have enjoyed much in quite a while.”

Ulrike bitterly asked, “Why would you enjoy being with a bunch of poor girls?  You go slumming much?”

That got me a little ticked.  “Listen, I don’t care if you are down on your luck.  I haven’t played Frisbee since I was a kid.  It was fun.  You four are very beautiful girls.  You may have noticed, I like beautiful girls.  Just take a look at the staff here.”

They glanced over at Tami, who was sitting at the bar.  Lena murmured, “Yeah.”

“Since you four obviously don’t want to party anymore, I will tell you that I arranged for you to stay permanently here if you want, with jobs working here.  Think about it.”  I got up to leave.

Janine quickly said, “Wait!”  I glanced at her.  She smiled and said, “We never said that we didn’t want to party.  We were just embarrassed.”

I smiled back and said, “Then let’s take this party upstairs.”

Those girls really knew how to party.  They loved the balcony overlooking the shelter with the hot tub.  I made sure the other two were fertile as well, Lena and Janine had caught the day before, so all four ended up with babies.  For the kids sake, I upgraded the lot.

We continued on our trip the next day, heading north.  In Denmark, we went through the tunnel from Fehmarn to Lolland, stopping in Køge for the girls to join the nude sunbathers for a while.  Lizzy joined in, very nice.  I think she had come to a decision, because she joined us that night.  She was a virgin, but had a lot of natural talent.  I also noticed that she was fertile, and installed birth control sheaths.  A royal pregnancy out of wedlock was more trouble than it was worth.

Sunrise in the Køge inlet is beautiful.  After watching the sunrise and eating a nice breakfast, we continued north on E20 to Copenhagen.  It was an interesting city, half beautiful, half run down.  We went to the bay park and took pictures of the Little Mermaid on her rock, and then drove past the palace.  Not much more to see.  We continued on E20 across the bay to Malmö, Sweden.

Lizzy commented, “I have a lot of relatives around here.  Seems that every third generation or so, a price or princess from England marries their Swedish counterpart.  In fact, I have been under pressure to get together with Price Olaf for the last few years.  He is a nice guy, but I don’t like being pressured.  Besides, royal marriages are one of the last bastions of Chauvinism; I would have to move here to Sweden.  Nice place to visit, but I prefer home.”

She looked thoughtful.  “Actually, would you mind a quick visit to the local royal hide-away?  It is not far, and Olaf is there right now.  I would really like your opinions, it would mean a lot to me.”

No one said anything negative, in fact they all looked interested, so I said, “Sure.”  And thus we were on our way to a royal retreat just outside of town.  We pulled up to the non-descript gate, and were suddenly surrounded, I assume by the Swedish Security Service.  A man dressed entirely in civilian duds came in and said, “Sorry, tourists are not allowed here.  Please turn around.”  What was interesting was that he used English.

Lizzie said, “Sven, come on, don’t be so stiff, just tell Olaf that Lizzie is here.”

The man blinked, gaped for a minute, and then exclaimed, “Elizabeth?  What?  I wasn’t informed you were coming.”

“I didn’t decide to until an hour ago.  I know that you security guys love schedules, but I am on a holiday and am deliberately NOT following one.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”  He started murmuring as he talked with someone on his earbug.  “You are cleared to park at the east gate.”

Lizzie told me (I was driving), “Pull ahead and turn right at the big building.”  She glanced over at the guard, “Sven, you are welcome to look around, I know how interested you are in vehicles like this one.”  She grinned, “Any questions, just call out for Emily.”  He nodded, but didn’t move.  He was on duty.

I was a bit surprised; there was a palatable connection between Lizzie and Sven.  There was something going on there.  Their body language was shouting silently so loud it was deafening.

As we parked, Olaf came bustling out of the mansion.  “Oh my gaad!”  he exclaimed.  I immediately saw the problem.  The guy was metro.  I didn’t know if he was gay, but he was halfway there at least.  He shuffled over and kissed Lizzie on both cheeks.  “Liz, it is so good to see you!”  He turned to me and said, “And who is this big guy?”  Yup, gay.

“This is my good friend, Tom.  The girls are his entourage.”

“Too bad,” said the prince with a pout.  I thought, OMG, does the Swedish royal line have a problem.  They can’t acknowledge a gay prince, even though such things are not an issue otherwise and hadn’t been for almost 200 years.  Royalty was different.  Since Olaf was the sole heir without any cousins, that was the end of the royal line.  It was sad, the prince had ancestors like Gustavus Adolphus, and he was unable to live up to it.  I could cure the prince genetically, but with a lifetime as a homosexual, he wouldn’t change.

The prince was going on, “It is sooo valid that you are here!  Mums and Daddy were just saying how much they missed you.”

Lizzie asked, surprised, “King Adolph and Queen Åsa are here?”

“Oh, yes, isn’t it wonderful!”  The price jumped and clapped his hands.

Lizzie leaned back and whispered as the prince skipped back to the house, “You see my problem.”

I said, “I see several problems.  Quite the sticky wicket, to use a British term.”

“No fucking shit, to use an American one.”

“I see a potential solution, but it will not make everyone happy.”

“Talking?  I’ll meet you in the courtyard in 30 minutes.”

We got assigned rooms, and then I went out to the courtyard.  Lizzie came out a few minutes later.  Sven was hiding in the shadows.  I waved him over.

Lizzie asked, “Okay, you said that you had an idea.”

“Yes, a few questions first.  Does the royal family accept the prince’s condition, or are they in denial?”

Sven said, “I am not allowed to discuss that, sir.”

Lizzie said, “Sven, this is probably the most important conversation you will ever have.  Now answer the question.”

He looked thoughtful for a minute, and then said, “The royal family knows of the problem and are actively looking for a solution.”

“Then there is only one solution that I see.  One, Liz, you will marry the prince.”  She started sputtering.  “Listen.  Two, Liz, you will have one child from him, in vitro, where I will personally make sure that the genes are good.  That should take care of the heir problem.  Third, you will shack up with Sven here, who you obviously are head over heels in love with.  And since he is the prince’s bodyguard, that shouldn’t be a problem.”  I looked at their startled faces.  “Everyone will make a sacrifice, the prince of course, although I bet he would love to be a father; Sven will have to wait a few years, and Liz will have to stay in Sweden more.”  Both of them looked thoughtful.  I added, “Heck, after the kid is born, there is precedent for leaving the prince and marrying Sven here.  Heck, Princess Di did it almost 200 years ago.  The princess could get her princess duties taken care of, and live the life she wants, all by age 30.”

The Princess was thinking hard.  She suddenly exclaimed, “I will do it!  Sven, let’s take this idea to Olaf, then to his parents.”  She grabbed his arm and dragged him off.

At dinner a few hours later, the King commented, “Tom, I understand that you came up with the idea for saving the monarchy.  Thank you.”  He looked over at Olaf and Lizzie, who was on her best behavior.  “I have discussed it with Åsa, and we agree to the plan.”

Surprisingly it was Olaf who jumped up and cheered.  Everyone was staring at him.  He sat down and said excitedly, “I get to be a father!  I thought I would never get the chance.”

King Adolph said, “We never thought we would get a chance to be grandparents either.  It is very exciting, I agree.”

Needless to say, when we left the next day, Lizzie stayed.  I told the King to call the nearest clinic, probably the one in Stockholm, when they were ready to do the In-Vitro.  I would personally fly in to supervise and test the zygote.

We drove to the Stockholm clinic and decided that was enough for a while.  After spending a night with my Swedish ladies, we flew back home.

Chapter 96

Young prince Adolph II Olaf turned out to be what everyone was hoping for.  Strong, tall, handsome, intelligent, and most of all, very interested in girls.  As a consequence, the clinics became closely tied with the Swedish monarchy as well as strengthening the ties to the English monarchy.  Like their English counterparts, they would spend time volunteering at the clinics and doing charity work with the clinic EBs.

Many of the other royals started copying the efforts of the Brits and Swedes.  The Emperor Toshio of Japan and his family started visiting clinic events.  Most of the rest of Europe’s royals headed for their nearest clinic.  The clinics were integrated into Europe’s and Japan’s infrastructure at a highly visible level.  For some reason, back in America, no one ever even thought about them, even though they were to be found in every city of reasonable size.

One of my daughters came to me with an idea.  She came in and plunked down in the easy chair in the corner of my clinic office.  I went and sat across from her on the couch.

“Dad, several of the girls and I have been talking...”

“And...?”

In a rush she said, “We think that we are saturated with the big clinics.  We want to build small minute-clinics about the size of the EMRVs that have only about 10 staff.  Also, maybe do test runs in third world countries.”  She stopped and raised an eyebrow.

I thought for a minute.  “Flower, that is a very good idea, except that I would prefer that any third world clinic be in a heavily armored EMRV.  Just for basic safety.”  She squealed and clapped her hands.  I added, “And I still will NOT allow any to be sent to war zones.”

“Well, duh, Dad.  Although I think maybe some licensed military EMRVs would be pretty useful.”

“Now THAT is an idea I like.”  I pulled her into a big hug.  “I will contact the military with that idea immediately.”

I sent Flower off to tell her sibs that they could build their minute clinics.  I immediately put in a call to Brigadier General Farrah Malloy.

“Military EMRVs?  I love the idea!  Dad, tell whomever of my sisters who came up with the idea that she is a genius!”

There was a lot of convincing to do, but Farrah threw herself into it.  The EMRV itself wasn’t an issue, but requiring that there be a Malloy in charge of it was.  There were plenty enough of my daughters in the ranks to cover the requirement, the military just didn’t want to have equipment that was limited like that.  The final compromise was that there would be a Malloy per vehicle, but they would be like an engineer in charge of the vehicle, not necessarily in command.

The only places there was any action these days were in police actions, most of the direct fighting by the United States was done.  There were a lot of police actions needed, especially in North and Central Africa and far western Asia.

South Africa had risen from the ashes as a stable democracy, although the EB, Jacomina, had been elected president for 20 terms in a row.  The population was still in love with her and the clinics, even after 80 years.  It had been a slow recovery, but the population had rebuilt.  They were friendly to the U.N. and there was a large base near Johannesburg.  Many of the African police actions were based out of there, so the Military EMRVs were tested from that base.

One EMRV, in a police action in the middle of Uganda, suddenly found itself alone as a gas grenade hit as the door was open.  It used a maintenance waldo to pull the unconscious soldier in the doorway back into the EMRV, then turned itself around and drove itself back to the base, picking up four wounded marines along the way.

Eliza flew down immediately.  EMRVs were not programmed to initiate actions on their own.  They just had rudimentary decision making capabilities for driving purposes.

It turned out that Lieutenant Judy Malloy, USMC, had, at one point, said in frustration, “Goddammit!  You are a supercomputer, think about it and figure it out!”  The EMRV had followed the command, modifying its own software to figure things out.  In other words, teaching itself to think.  Good thing the EMRVs had a version of the laws of robotics, albeit modified for military use.

Eliza chewed out Judy after she recovered, but cleared the EMRV for limited and closely monitored duty.  Besides her daughters and herself, this was the first ever thinking AI.  Eliza spent the next six months closely observing as the AI developed to the point that it could actually converse.

She called and told me, “Master Tom, we seem to have developed a Medical Bolo by accident.”

“Is it in any way dangerous?”

“I don’t think so.  It seems to be loyal and eager to carry out its duties.  It defines its duties as ‘rescuing injured allied soldiers and if possible, non-allied soldiers’.  The safety core is fully operational, it is loyal to you, its operator, and then it is tied between the military hierarchy and the desire to preserve human life.”

“What of a HAL type situation?”

“EMRV 3216 Wendy is aware of that, and understands.  That pretty much precludes that from happening.”

“Do you think the AI is worth copying to other EMRVs?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then as long as the safety core is not compromised, please do so.  I like the idea of an EMRV that can take care of itself and its crew in an emergency.”

“So do I; especially since it saved the life of my sister Judy.”

Within the month, every EMRV was running a copy of EMRV 3216 Wendy’s AI.  Including all clinic EMRVs.  Each and every one did a Turing test and passed with flying colors, thus emancipating themselves.

With EMRV 3216 Wendy’s help, Eliza tickled a clinic computer into starting to think as well.  Soon the pair of them had it trained with a different mission parameter than the EMRVs, but just as loyal.  Their mission was, “protect the clinic personnel, help the clinic personnel help the injured and poor, help the injured, and help the poor”.  Soon the El Paso clinic was running efficiently with the new core.  Eliza observed operation for a year, and then we distributed it to all the other clinics, waking them all up.  They did NOT take the Turing test, we wanted to keep the Clinic AIs a secret.

Without Farrah knowing, a colleague created a project to convert a self-aware EMRV into a combat tank.  EMRV 3270 Laura woke up from its repairs and discovered what had been done.  Since her main communications center was down, she immediately hacked into the base WiFi and sent out emails and tweets to me, Eliza, and Brigadier General Farrah Malloy.  Then she refused to move.  The techs were going nuts trying to figure out why the AI tank wasn’t moving when the M.P.s arrived and arrested everyone.

It turned out that the techs were unaware that the conversion was unauthorized.  Most of them got off.  A few, learning that the vehicle AI had been already operational, went and apologized to her.  The general who had tried to convert the EMRV was dishonorably discharged.

Another EMRV was captured and then converted without its knowledge as well.  This time there was no way to get a message out.  But the enemy, fundamentally unable to fathom the idea of an AI being sentient, or that a female, even an AI female, could do anything, stupidly armed her.  Using a laser, she cut a hole in the roof while defending itself with the new weapons, and then used a battle laser to communicate one way with a satellite.  She saw that the enemy was moving in and would breach the defenses long before anyone could get there, so she reported everything and then self-destructed.  The enemy team that was working on EMRV 3291 Margo was destroyed along with the facility.  EMRV 3291 Margo was the first non-human person to win the Medal of Honor, posthumously. 

EMRV 3216 Wendy, Eliza and I were present as family for the presentation by President Daniel Hawk.  Wendy was present in a loaner avatar body provided by Eliza.  She was actually parked in a secure ramp nearby.  Attending were President Sandra and her husband, my parents and sister, plus many of my “wives” and daughters.

Margo’s mother, Eliza, got the medal, although Wendy was officially Margo’s twin sister.  I just stood back and looked appropriately serious.  This was actually the forth such ceremony for me; six of my daughters had received the Medal of Honor, although all of them were still alive, unlike Margo, and were present at the ceremony.

Chapter 97

Flower’s minute clinics were very popular; both with the public and with my daughters.  The girls loved the small clinic idea, not having to deal with all the red tape of the big clinics.  And since there was close to a million of my daughters, 90% of which had the gift, minute clinics sprang up all over the place.  First world countries had them in every little dinky town.  The roving EMRVs in Russia finally were parked as permanent minute clinics were established in many of the villages.

The Russian EMRVs had been running for 121 years, the last seven years with self-aware AIs.  The EMRVs were asked what they wanted to do, retire or go to work in other 2nd world counties.  They unanimously said that they wanted to continue their mission.  South America and the non-warring parts of Africa suddenly had roving EMRVs.  Most of my Russian daughters who had been running the EMRVs in Russia for a century happily retired, opening up minute clinics.  My younger and less burned out daughters eagerly paired up with EMRVs as they were rolled off the reconditioning line.  What was funny was that the Russian EMRVs universally affected a slight Russian accent when they spoke English, Spanish, Portuguese, or any other language.  Proud of their heritage, I guess.

Because of the closer contact with the public that the minute clinics engendered, many of my non-ringed daughters and EBs were getting married.  I encouraged them; like I had planned all those years ago, the gift was becoming a permanent part of the human race.

Heck, it seemed that even the royals were getting a touch of the gift in their blood.  My daughter Mírial, from my short stop with Shelly in Glasgow, was very involved with Price Olaf.  What was interesting was her slightly pointed ears from her mother.  Also that she was named after an elf character from Lord of the Rings.  She was very popular with European media, paparazzi followed her around everywhere, and she gloried in it.  She and Olaf spent a lot of time together, mostly helping the poor and working with clinics.

The young ladies from Hamburg all had their babies, then when the kids were old enough to be without their mothers, the four ladies took EB training and joined the Hamburg clinic.

Chapter 98

I finally had the time.  Transportation was now fast enough that I could make it to Selena and back in under a month.  For the three EBs who were bio-linked to me we had developed something like an old style asthma inhaler.  A sniff or two a day and they could survive.  I was keeping my entourage light, Tami, the Amanda twins, and Eliza, who was eager to see her kids, Amy and Hayley.  Eliza also packed equipment to do some upgrades on the two of them, since it had been many years since their construction.

The shuttle launch hadn’t changed in almost two centuries.  We shot down the linear accelerator and decelerated into orbit.  It was as much fun now in 2211 as it was when I made my first trip in 2060.  The only big difference now was that the shuttle was designed for civilian use, so it was much more comfortable and docked at a full 1G on the station.  Also the shuttle ride was about 15 hours longer as we rode out to the L1 Lagrange point.

As we walked off of the jetway into customs, I was enthusiastically greeted by Amy, Zenon, Jenny, and Charlotte.  At least this time I wasn’t wearing magnetic shoes and had some gravity to absorb the impact.  After a very nice long hug, they turned and hugged the four ladies with me.  I saw a group of EBs outside of customs; so I quickly had Immigration stamp my passport, declared the parts that Eliza had with her and the two crates of steaks, which were the only items besides clothes we brought with us; then hurried over to give out more hugs.

Thirty five years previously, when the station cylinder was sealed and pressurized, all the core operations, including the clinic, were moved to the outer ring.  The place looked like the fictional Rama, I could swear there were even clouds.  Anyway, it turned out that the clinic wasn’t far from the shuttle dock.

I was a bit surprised when we came out into an open court with a small park in the middle.  The clinic was straight ahead, a catholic church on the left and a mosque on the right.  In the middle of the park there were a bunch of Buddhists in their orange robes doing some sort of ceremony.  If I couldn’t look up and see the other side of the station a mile overhead, I wouldn’t have known I was on a space station.  It was amazing.  I just stood there and gaped for a few minutes, the twins, Eliza and even Tami joining in.

Jenny grinned and commented, “Nice, isn’t it?  Especially compared to the compartment that we used to have.”

“No kidding.”

“We even have a small shelter.  Believe it or not, there are actual homeless people living here.”

“Now you have got to be kidding.  On a space station?  How does anyone end up homeless?”

“Scientists who lose their grants, shuttle stowaways, a couple of kids whose parents died in accidents, people like that.”

“Don’t they just catch the next shuttle down?”

“Doesn’t work that way, since we are ‘international territory’, the down shuttle ride needs a ticket.”

“Crazy.”

“I think it is a bit effed up too.  Actually, I offered to get tickets on the down shuttle for them, but most don’t want to leave.  The kids have all their friends, plus that education here is many times better than anywhere else.  The scientists know that being here more than triples the chance of getting another grant.  And the stowaways want to just be in space, of course.”

“Of course.”  To change the subject, I said, “We are going to have to have a party tonight.  I have a crate of steaks to grill.”

She grinned even larger.  “Hmmm, yum.  Been decades since my last steak.”

I added, “And there are some potatoes and sticks of butter I stashed in the steak crate.”

She gasped along with everyone else in hearing distance.  “Butter?  That is worth more than gold around here.”

“Remind me when I get back dirtside to send you a couple of cases then.”

She was about to reply when a vehicle of some sort flew down and landed on the clinic “roof”.  Simultaneously, our earbugs beeped and up popped a message about incoming emergency patients.  We all started jogging toward the clinic as the clinic AI, Beverly, said, “I don’t have much information, but we had a seal blow in section 31S a few minutes ago.  It could be decompression or crush injuries.”  She paused, “Sorry Master, we were all hoping for a much calmer greeting than this.”

As we passed through the entrance I said, “Beverly, don’t worry about it.  This is what we do.”  Across the ER bay two stretchers were being rolled out of an elevator.  We all rushed over.  I stood back as Jenny and Zenon went to work on what appeared to be decompression injuries.  Besides being the outsider here, they both were way more practiced at this type of injury than me.  It appeared that the two of them were completely rebuilding the bodies of the two based on DNA.  I supposed that was the best way to go since the tissue was heavily damaged due to the sudden pressure and temperature drop.

Beverly said over my earbug, “Master, they are calling for onsite medics.  Since everyone else is busy, you want to go?”

“Just tell me where to go.”

“You can get a lift in the scooter on the roof.”

“Okay.”  Tami and I dashed for the elevator, which snapped closed as we got on and shot its way to the “helipad”.  We got out and climbed into the open “scooter” door.  In seconds it was up and zipping across the empty airspace toward a far corner where I could see a faint wisp of smoke rising.

A minute later we were landing at some sort of construction site against the back wall of the station.  There was a large airlocked area that appeared to have several people in it.  The scooter sat down right next to the door.  Tami and I scrambled out.  I immediately went to work on the broken hand and arm of the man next to the door.  He feebly waved me into the airlocked area, which was quite large.  There were seven people down, only three were still alive.  I got to work on the first one, a pretty woman about 30 with some minor decompression injuries and a bump on the noggin.  Moving on, another person with minor decompression injuries; then the last of the three still alive, a middle-aged guy with a broken jaw and bloody nose.

There was something fishy going on, the man with the broken jaw was not part of the construction crew.  Tami must have felt the same way because she said, “Something here doesn’t add up.”

I said, “I agree.”  I gestured at the people in the area, who were recovering. “Make sure nobody leaves, okay?”

“Yes, boss.”

The man with the formerly broken jaw tried to leave a minute later.  In a blink of an eye, Tami was in front of him, commenting, “Please wait for the authorities.”

He looked frightened for a second, and then took a swing at her.  She easily sidestepped, and he kept swinging.  The guy looked silly.  Tami started to giggle.  He screamed in frustration and took off running.  A millisecond later Tami was in front of him again, calmly saying, “Please wait here.”  The guy tried three more times and was really looking stupid when the station police arrived.

With them was an investigator, who took one look at the scene and ordered the troops to lock it down.  After a quick word with the guy by the door who had had the broken arm and hand, he marched over to the man who tried to leave and said, “Jim McCarson, finally got your fingers caught in the pot, eh?” 

The man slumped and said, “Hi, Inspector Johnson.”

The inspector turned to Tami, “Thank you for stopping him.  Now, who are you?”

She said, “Detective Wells, Detached.  I work for my boss over there, Tom Malloy.  He was the only one available to answer this medical call.”  She reached into her belt pouch and produced a virtual badge.

“Yes, I know who he is.  I think every school kid on and off the planet does.”  He scanned the badge and confirmed her identity.  “What happened?”

She told him, including that Jim McCarson was the only one present without decompression injuries and that he had had a broken jaw.  She had prevented him from leaving.

“Good.  McCarson has always slipped through the cracks.  He is supposedly here on a grant to study the social dynamics of the station, but we all knew, but were unable to prove he was an environmental terrorist and was responsible for several ‘accidents’.”

“He blew the cycle on the airlock over there,” he gestured to the airlock the men were working on, “and he tried to leave.  The man by the door broke his hand on McCarson’s jaw to stop him, and then hit the emergency override.”  The inspector gave a savage grin.  “He is well and caught this time.”

It turned out that the man with the broken arm and hand had somehow managed to load the two worst cases onto the emergency scooter and send them on to the clinic.  A true hero.

Chapter 99

Back at the clinic, I took care of Tami, who always got a little excited by some action.  I left her with a happy smile and a cream pie in an exam room, punching the door indicator to “do not disturb” as I exited.

I spent the rest of the afternoon setting up for the party, for which we used the park in front of the clinic.  It was come and get it for the steaks, except for a few I reserved for my girls and, being slightly political, the station commander, who had just taken office.  She was the sixth commander of the station, and per international agreement, the rotation went to a British selection, a Commander Willamina Cooper.

When she showed up for the party, she looked extremely familiar, but I couldn’t place it.  I gave her one of the two last steaks, taking the other for myself, and we chatted while eating.  It turned out that she was the granddaughter of an EB!  Specifically Carlotta Four, who had helped found the London Clinic with my daughters Jane and Wendy.  That explained why she looked so young for her high rank.  It also explained why she knew to say hi to Beverly when she arrived, since the clinic AI’s sentience was still a closely held secret.

As the party wound down, Eliza took Amy off to some secluded lab to get her upgrades.  I helped the EBs stash the barbecue away for another 20 years, flirting and screwing the three girls on the crew silly, leaving them passed out, collapsed over bags of flour in the storeroom with big smiles.

Chapter 100

The evening of the next day we boarded the lunar shuttle.  We had cabins since it was two days to the moon.  Fortunately that was a constant since the main space station was kept in lunar synchronous orbit, at the L1 Lagrange point.  It had been moved there several decades previously from Earth orbit.  It greatly reduced the stresses and energy required to maintain its position.  Secunda, the other station, was in a standard Earth orbit.

It was actually a shorter distance from the station to Selena than it was from the station back to Earth.  The reason it took longer was that the shuttle had to conserve fuel.  The shuttles were actually fueled on the moon, and much of the reactant was burned away in corrections while escaping the moon’s gravity.  We actually didn’t have too much left to land.  Since there was no air, there was no natural way to break our descent, so what was in the tanks had to be sufficient.  The shuttles looked strange without any wings, basically bullet shaped with landing gear.

I got a VIP cabin, which meant that I actually had to take two steps to reach the other wall.  I also had my own toilet, which was nice.  Actually, it was a lot like an ancient train passenger cabin, which only existed in train museums nowadays.  The Trans-Siberian was the last railway to have passenger cabins, and those disappeared when that was converted to a bullet train.  I was a bit sad over the loss; so I contributed a lot to train museums (and other museums) to keep the history alive.

The actual trip to the moon was boring as could be.  It was fun bouncing around in microgravity, but that got old fast, especially since we had already played around flying on the shuttle up to the station from Earth.  The girls and I spent most of the trip sleeping.

As we came in to a landing, I was hit by a sense of déjà-vu.  It wasn’t until we actually touched down that it hit me, the place looked like the mining colony in the quarter millennia old movie “Outland”.  Funny, I hadn’t thought about that movie in over two centuries.  Some engineer must be an old movie buff.  The surface layout was too close in appearance to be a coincidence.

We got off the shuttle and on to the main elevator, learning to walk in the weak gravity.  We went down, and down, and down...  eventually emerging in a giant cavern at least a mile across that had parks and everything.  It was an amazing bit of engineering.

The elevator slowed and came to a stop.  The doors opened and I was immediately tackled by Hayley, Penny and Athena.  Athena gave me a face full of dog slobber as she licked me happily.  I hugged the three of them back for a minute, and then sent them to greet Tami, Eliza and the Amanda twins.  I went and gave the ten waiting EBs all a big hug and kiss.

The clinic was just off of the park near the elevator.  Probably located there for emergency access.  Like the one on the space station, it was a full clinic, including the shelter.  I was still amazed that there were homeless living on the space stations and on the moon.  While it was sad, it was also wonderful because it showed how much mankind had developed, that it was even possible to have homeless living off Earth.

I greeted Lona (Hawaiian Moon Goddess), the shelter AI, as I entered. 

It seemed that Hayley and Penny had gone Valery style on the clinic design, inside was a tropical park with a small stream, waterfall, palm trees, the works.  I couldn’t imagine what the cost of shipping all the dirt and trees to the moon cost.  Looking closer, there weren’t any trees older than sixty years or so, although it was hard to tell with the extra height from low gravity growth; which meant that they were probably grown there.  So the only real cost was the dirt.  Commenting out loud, I said, “Well Lona, I see why you have a Hawaiian name.  Very impressive.”

“Thank you, Master Tom.  We thought about greeting you with some leis, but the groundskeeper was having fits about picking the flowers.  The eco-system is not 100% yet.  Maybe in 10-15 years.”

“I notice that there is a glass roof, I assume that the clinic can be sealed off in case of emergency?”

“Of course.  Mom was in on the design, do you think there are any safety features that have been left out?”

I laughed, “Not with Ester.  Her paranoia has saved too many lives for me to complain.”

I spent a week there playing tourist.  The engineering was fascinating and I spent hours just watching the excavation machines.  There was the nickel boulder that had been found that no one knew what to do to use it.  20 feet from end to end – the thing had a volume of over 300 cubic feet of near pure nickel.  It was sitting in the middle of one of the parks.

A few days after my arrival, we had the barbecue and grilled up the rest of the steaks that I had hauled with me.  That sure pulled the people out of the woodwork.  We were out in no time, again leaving the two, one for me and one for the city administrator, a Marco Fornelli, Italy being the current on the Selena rotation.

Needless to say, I spent some time with all my girls at the clinic, leaving a lot of happy smiles.

After a lot of hugs and kisses, we left six days after we had arrived.  We shot down the accelerator between loads of ore, the lunar shuttle correcting its flight away from the ore collection area and on to the station.

We arrived at the station after a suitably boring trip.  What was funny was how tired we were after doing nothing for two days.

I awoke to an alarm. Amy rushed in, grabbed me, hit a spot on the wall, a door opened and she literally threw me into it, diving in after me.  I was waking up fast as I shot through a giant slide.  We slid out into what looked like a small shuttle cabin.  Seconds later, as Amy ran forward, Eliza, the Amanda twins and Tami also popped out of the chute.

Amanda gasped, “What the hell is going on?”

Eliza said, as she strapped us all in, “The station is under attack.”

Suddenly, as Eliza finished securing Mandy, we were in free fall.  The mini-shuttle must have detached from the station.  Holy shit.  Eliza grabbed handholds and braced herself.  We were thrust back against the seat as the shuttle did a very powerful burn, several Gs at least.  Eliza said, “Amy says that the ride may be a bit bumpy, so hang on.”  She managed to get to a seat and strap herself down.

I blinked up my earbug and checked local news.  Nothing.  It wouldn’t connect.  I assumed, and hoped, that was because we were now quite far from the station.  I looked over at Eliza, who appeared preoccupied so I didn’t disturb her.

About half an hour later our seats flipped and we started another burn to slow down.  Eliza looked over at us and said, “I know you want details, so here is what I have - some group, I am not sure anybody knows who they are yet, somehow attacked the station and blew the seals on the atmosphere.  The station immediately went into emergency lock down, including the clinic which sealed itself and the surrounding area.  That wouldn’t have been so bad, except that troops started going through the station, shooting everyone.  Beverly declared an Alpha-Red emergency and ordered your evacuation.  You are now in the emergency evacuation shuttle, called lifeboat one.  And before you say anything about the people left behind, they sent a message, ‘this is our home’.  Apparently the clinic is sealed, so nobody can get in or out.  Beverly has taken emergency control of the entire station, something that Commander Cooper set up when she arrived.  Let’s just say the invaders are having a hard time.”  She paused, “And apparently Ester saves the day again.  I didn’t even know this shuttle existed.”

Amy climbed back into the cabin.  “Yeah, it is a bit old, but when the clinic was moved, we built in this hidden escape shuttle.  And don’t worry, I am flying by wire.”  She saw my face and said quickly, “I know what you are about to say, but Beverly, Zenon, Jenny and I discussed it when you arrived and decided that if there was a severe problem, we would get you out of Dodge, so to speak.”

I was a bit upset, but I could see it from their point of view.  I had to ask, “Why are you piloting?  With the depressurization of the station, you should have stayed behind.”

“I am the only one trained to run this shuttle.”

“Couldn’t you have copied that to your mom?”

She stared at me for a second, and then said, “You know, we never thought of that, duh.”  She slapped her forehead with her palm.  “Too late now.”

We arrived on earth in the standard way.  Amy immediately rushed off to get on the next shuttle back up.  Apparently she agreed with my arguments, because Alice and Blue were on that shuttle as well.  The three sisters arrived and systematically started going through the station, clearing out the riff-raff.  We watched from the command center with a full video hookup to the station command center.  Beverly relayed everything.  The three of them were almost scary as they scrambled around depressurized areas without a problem, firing battle lasers from their fingertips, ignoring direct hits from both laser, sonic and percussion weapons without damage.  We cheered as they blew away the enemy. The station was under full clinic control within hours. 

I commented to Eliza, who was right next to me in the command center as her daughters went into battle, “Wow, I knew in theory what those girls could do, but that is fucking amazing.  Nice design job Eliza!”

“Thank you, Master Tom.  I had seen Alice in practice, but that was nothing compared to seeing them in action.  I am so proud of them.”

“As am I.”  I made sure that our conversation was relayed to the station clinic command center.

Due to the depressurization, and that one of the emergency roofs couldn’t be closed due to trees being too tall, one of the parks was destroyed.  The vacuum and cold killed everything, from the microbes in the soil to the squirrels in the trees.  Otherwise the only other damage was repaired and shuttles full of LO₂ started being shipped to orbit.  Also, crates of dirt.  The estimated cost of repairs was close to a billion dollars.  That did not count the loss of life, 281 people were killed by what turned out to be environmental terrorists that were hell bent on releasing their leader, McCarson.