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This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...Caldwell still stood in the kitchen doorway looking troubled. "If they don't go with us, I'm going to give them what cash I have in my billfold. Hell, I thought they were supposed to be prostitutes. How can two young women as beautiful as these two are, practically starve if they're prostitutes?"

With a smile, Cox looked at her partner. "There's a logical answer to that, and you just explained it. 'If they're prostitutes.' From their reactions when they recognized Morales, they have been missing him - a lot. Want to make a bet on whether they go with us or not?"

Caldwell shook his head in exasperation. "What makes you so sure they will? They've just been hired into two great jobs at the same company. Chances are that a few months down the line they'll be doing very well, indeed. The company they're working for is a really big engineering outfit with many engineers and probably has a great benefit package to go with nice salaries. No way will those two girls swap a prison planet life for the one they'll soon have here."

"Bet?" Cox challenged. "Tell you what; I'll double whatever you have in your billfold if they back out. How much do you have? Take it out."

"The money, you mean?" he teased. When she shot him the bird, he laughed and refused to show her what was in his billfold, because that would give away just how much he had been affected by the plight of the two women. With his face turning red, he muttered, "No. I don't want to bet," but Cox already knew the man that she slept with had a soft heart.

"Don't want to show me how much you were going to leave with them, huh."...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

..."What the hell do you suppose they want?" Ashley whispered a moment later as she filled a glass with ice and handed it to her partner to fill with water. "Do you suppose it has anything to do with that Colonel?" she continued while filling another glass with ice.

"I don't know," Christine hissed back as she filled the first glass with tap water, "but I have a feeling we're going to find out much too soon."

A couple of minutes later, the two were back with four glasses of ice water on a tray. When everyone was served and the girls were again seated, the male leaned forward to speak, when Cox reached to touch his arm before he could. "We have a delicate matter to discuss with you two."

The call girls/engineers glanced at each other.

The two Lieutenants also passed a glance, before Cox said as if reading their minds, "We haven't been sent to accuse anyone, let alone you two. Please, we have a very delicate subject to discuss, and the two of you need to relax in order to make a studied decision that will most probably affect your lives for the foreseeable future."

When she could see that the two women were becoming even more uptight, Cox continued. "We are unable to discuss details with you at the moment, but we are allowed to give you a word that might mean something to you - Morales."...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...Junior's momma, Gertrude, looked on with pride until he eyed her with that look. Squawking, she tried to run, but he was much, much faster. Chickens don't know about incest. Pussy (cloaca) is just pussy to a rooster. He lives to fuck, and he doesn't have to wait for his cloaca to get hard - it and he are always ready to go.

Yep, he found he liked fucking - a lot. And, being a chicken, he didn't have to learn how - it was hardwired into his brain by instinct. Junior had just found a new pastime.

"That… rooster, uh, Junior, just screwed his sister," Jasmine said in awe or shock, Morales couldn't tell which.

"Yeah," Morales said, almost sounding proud of him. "He really tore her ass up, didn't he?"

"Well, it was more of a rape than anything else," Jasmine returned while trying to seem indignant, but she couldn't keep the amazement out of her voice as Junior took off after Gertrude.

"He's screwing his mother," Jasmine said a few seconds later when Junior jumped on Gertrude's back, grabbed her comb, dug his spurs in and started fucking. This time, Jasmine didn't have any problem sounding indignant.

"Better make sure you keep your pants on around him," Morales said while trying to keep a straight face...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...When he called, the half-grown rooster came running. Morales picked him up, and with everyone following, walked to the nearby alcove where he tossed Junior toward the swing. Junior spread his powerful wings, banked and landed perfectly on the swing, but just stood on it as it barely moved back and forth.

"Well?" Morales said. "You're always showing off; now is your chance to show everybody what you can do."

Junior cocked his head and looked at the human for a second, then with enough understanding to realize that Morales wanted him to make the swing go, Junior rocked his body and used his wings to move the swing higher and higher.

"Oh, that is great," Selina said, giggling. "Look at him go."

It's debatable if Junior fully understood Morales words, but it was more probable that he knew the humans were watching and also that Morales wanted him to do something. Everyone was becoming tense as the swing quickly rose higher and higher on its arcs. With a final hard push and the assistance of his wings, the swing went over the top, but instead of it dumping him, Junior had figured out just how much push he needed and in exactly what direction to keep the swing going in a circle. With a hard flutter of his wings, the swing went on past its apogee and continued the loop, the rooster making a sound a bit like "whee", but that may have been the wind in his wings. Junior made a second loop, too, but before the swing reached the critical point on his next loop, he released his grip on the seat at just the right point to sail across the alcove, then banking dramatically, and with a flutter of wings, landed on Morales' shoulder.

When everyone started clapping, Junior, at first, cringed, but it only took a second for him to realize that they were doing this weird thing for him. Standing as tall as he could, he fluttered his wings, stuck out his chest… and nature stepped in. Surprising everyone, including him, Junior made his first attempt at crowing. The beginning was… okay, but about halfway through, his voice broke, much like a teenage boy trying to sing, and the last half wasn't so…masculine. If a chicken can be masculine.

Most everyone had heard a rooster crow - videos, movies and the like - so they knew, at least vaguely, what the infamous cock-a-doodle-do from a rooster was supposed to sound like, but this one just… wasn't. But, it did produce laughter.

Junior hadn't really meant to do it; nature had just decided that it was time. His second attempt was all him, though - and much worse. To him, everyone seemed to like it because they laughed, so he did his broken, squeaky cock-a-doodle-do again...

Have a goodun;

Roust

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

..."No. No. Nothing like that. I love it here and I love him. If anything, he tries his best to put me on a pedestal. It's not him; it's me," she said, sniffing. "I just can't seem to keep up with him sexually, and I know it's going to become worse after we've been together for a while."

"Can't keep up?" Diana questioned with a frown. "Do you mean you're getting sore, or what?"

"Exactly. I get sore long before he's finished…"

"Whoa girl," Diana responded, trying to quieten her. "Didn't you tell me that you weren't very experienced sexually? And you've only been married a short time. Sometimes it takes a while. Maybe he needs to cool it a bit if you can't keep up with him. I really thought he would be more considerate of you than that."

"No, Diana. You don't understand. It's that his erection doesn't go down when he ejaculates; he just keeps on going. Once I mentioned my soreness, he was devastated. Now, he stops while he's still… fully erect. I know how he thinks. He won't jerk off. In his mind, that would be an insult to me. Please, Di. Don't think badly of him. He couldn't be any better to me, but darnit, I want to please him. Well, I, guess… what I mean is, there's something you said when we were talking about your having all those sister-wives. You said something to the effect of no one woman could completely satisfy an Alpha, let alone an enhanced one. Di, I love him. I mean I really love him, and I want him to be happy - not frustrated when we have sex. I'm afraid that this will grow to be something big if I don't nip it in the bud now."

"…And since Jeff and the other Alphas usually have more than one woman in their marriages, you're beginning to wonder if having another woman in the marriage might be the way to go, hmmm? Jas, not all women could stand to share a man. You really need to think about this."...

Have a goodun;

Roust