Chapter 7

Thanks to markf52 and sorvinofan for the editing help.

Monday started off with our work out and run, we added two more miles to our run though. Today was going to be busy for Melissa and Molly, they were signing out Calista, Heather, Daisy and Mary from the girl’s home and they were going to implement the new nanites at work. When my group got to school, Principal Gunn was out front again. I stopped and asked, “How many motorcycle and regular parking spaces can I pay for?”

He asked, “How many do you want?”

I replied, “How about nine motorcycle and nine regular spots?”

Principal Gunn shook his head and told me, “Go to the office and tell them what you need.”

Once we had done that we went to our classes. First and second periods went by quickly while study hall took forever. Lunch was a repeat of Friday, with Trevor and I squashed against the wall while our ladies talked to one another. Fourth, fifth and sixth periods had easy work handed out, while in seventh period Mrs. Harvey gave out class work and just sat at her desk, while Casey walked the room.

When the bell rang, Mrs. Harvey asked me to come to her desk. She went on to ask, “Why are you not taking AP classes?”

I told her, “You can ask Mrs. Blumb, because I have someplace to be.” I felt bad about being rude, but the old biddy was getting aroused, and Casey was trying hard not to laugh.

I quickly left the room and went to the gym. In the gym I told my ladies what had happened, and they all began to laugh. We separated and they went to practice, and I went and sat with Charu.

On the ride home, Charu held onto me tightly. I could feel an intensity in her that was only rivaled by Melissa. I knew at that moment that I would never be without one, or both, by my side ever again.

As expected, when we arrived home Melissa and Charu excused themselves to talk, but I was hungry, so I started supper. Tonight’s menu was chicken fried chicken, steamed broccoli, cauliflower and carrots, and my guilty pleasure, homemade shells and cheese. Just as the food was placed on the table, Melissa and Charu came back to the kitchen.

There was nothing but the sounds of eating at the table. When we had finished eating and cleaning up, I pulled Melissa and Charu to the side. I asked them, “Do you have the situation under control?”

In unison they said, “Yes, Sir.” I gave them both a kiss and went to the lab.

The latest rendition of the nanites were at ninety-five percent and would be half their current size, have thirty-three percent more battery life, and increase their intelligence by another twenty-five percent.

I really wanted them to get to the atomic level, so they could deconstruct, and construct, at the atomic level. Just think, the nanites, in theory, could change a gun or knife into a dildo, or dissolve the bad guy altogether. There would need to be safeguards to keep the nanites from spiraling out of control and destroying the world. As of right now, their fealty to me is hard coded to them, and if they tried to bypass it, they would burn out, so I will have to keep an eye out on that.

When I got back upstairs, I went to the kitchen to get something to drink, and when I walked in, I saw that my ladies were sitting at the table discussing something. They were all preening their necks so I could see their new chokers. The chokers are the infinity symbol with my initial on the right and their initial on the left in the loops. They were all silver, except Melissa’s and Charu’s which were gold. And with that you knew who was running the show. No one seemed off-put by the new pecking order, so I went with it, for now. Casey, Lanette, and Tyra would not wear theirs at school.

The only ones not in bed with me were Mary, Calista, Heather, Rosa, Daisy, and Maria. Melissa and Charu slept closest to me, on Melissa’s side was Molly, Tabi, and then Lanette. On Charu’s side was TJ, and then Tyra. Casey still slept on me for some reason, I’m not complaining, just saying. Having a female flesh blanket was not bad at all, unless you had to pee, then it could be tricky.

Before I knew it, it was time to get up, work out, shower, breakfast, then to school, and that was how the rest of the week went.

I was ready for the weekend this time. I had the chocolates, heating pads, slippers, and chick flicks ready. There were no fights, or even any arguments, just bad cramps for the new members of the family. The PMS week went by quickly, and before I knew it, it was Monday again and the first without Casey. School was school, and in no time, it was May. May was going to be a busy month, there was Drivers Ed, Molly’s, Melissa’s, TJ’s, and Tabi’s birthdays, and Prom.

Drivers Ed was going to be easy, finding gifts for Molly and Melissa not so much. TJ and Tabi had their vehicles being made. I had more motorcycles made, H2R’s were the majority being made. That covered the rest with vehicles for now. The “Jörmungandr”, or “Great Beast”, the “Jör” for short, will be finished by the time we are out of Drivers Ed. The Jör is a mix of a Gladiator and a Hummer. It has an inline six-cylinder, multi-fuel, engine, capable of a thousand plus horsepower. The four-door beast will seat five and has a covered six-foot bed to carry things in.

Sitting on thirty-five-inch rims, with Baja Legend MTZ all-terrain tires on them, it will have the clearance to crawl over what it needs too. For the people wanting to get in, there are auto-folding steps to assist them. The armor plating will protect the occupants from an RPG and lower. The windshield is like the visors on our helmets, it has night vision, infrared, and FLIR, so driving at night is not a problem. It is equipped with ShotSpotter and a few other EWS’s (Early Warning Systems).

When the rest see the Jör, they will want one, I am sure of it. I was at a loss as to what to get, or give, Melissa and Molly. They already had my heart and soul, money was not an issue, I just did not know what I should get them. I needed to figure it out and figure it out fast. The birthdays came and all I could figure out to get Melissa and Molly were flowers and jewelry. They loved the flowers and the earrings, I guess flawless, three carat, loop, and flawless, three carat, stud diamond earrings will do that.

When the Jör’s were unveiled, TJ and Tabi went nuts over them. With the semi-truck style door handles, in the lower rear of the door, it was easy for them to open the doors. When the doors opened and the steps lowered, they wasted no time getting in. Casey walked over and looked over the Jör and checked out, then checked the steps to see if they would be low enough for her, and they were. She came over to me and said, “I want one.” Everyone wanted one, so I limited it to five for the family, since we have other vehicles to drive too.

The birthdays were over, and it was time for Drivers Ed. Drivers Ed was a whole lot of boring. Having to drive the school’s piece of shit, car was cruel and unnecessary punishment. We made it through it though. With that done ‘AIMS’ had our driver’s license ready for us the minute we got home from the DMV. Now for prom, the ladies decided on black and crimson red for our colors. Th dresses were strapless, black silk, with crimson red threading, bikini top, and a floor length, black silk, with crimson red threading, with slits all the way up to their hips, skirt. My tuxedo was black with a crimson red vest, handkerchief, and bowtie.

The ladies did not care that their tattoos were going to show, and they were going to be wearing their chokers. It was going to show everyone at the school who they were with and belonged to. For our transportation, I rented an Airbus H155 helicopter, in black and crimson red, of course. The prom was being held at a five-star hotel, and it was very opulent. When the helicopter landed at the house, we waited for the blades to stop before boarding, and when it landed at the hotel, we waited for them to stop before we disembarked.

As we walked into the hotel for prom, my maidens encircled me and walked in step with me. We had eyes on us, not just the ones from the prom, but the ones who could cause trouble. ‘AIMS’ had piloted one of the Jörs to the hotel, as an insurance plan, and was monitoring the governmental lookie-loos. When we walked into the ballroom it seemed like every eye was on us, as we found our tables and got something to drink from the refreshment table. We sat for a few minutes until a good song was played and then danced as a group.

We danced for almost two hours before my hackles rose. On the dance floor, Calista, Heather, and Mary were surrounded by a group of guys who seemed not to have good intentions. The rest of us got up and made our way to our companions. A group of eight guys had gathered around them and were not taking “No” for an answer. As we drew close, and encircled the group of guys, the music stopped. I recognized some of the guys as football players and were going to be seniors next year.

Devon Hughs reached up and attempted to pull Calista’s top down. Before he knew what was happening Calista had him in an armbar and then a z-lock. She struck him in the solar plex with her knee and broke his wrist and a few ribs. When the others tried to help their friend, the maidens dropped them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement, the movement ended up being Coach Hampton. It was all over and done by the time he got to us. The guys were all moaning and complaining about their broken appendages.

The Police showed up and took statements from everyone willing to give one. Coach Hampton came over to me and asked what really had happened, so I told him. I told him, “I will not be playing for you next season,” and left to go sit down. With that out of the way, we got our things and went to our awaiting helicopter. When we got home, we watched the helicopter leave and got naked. We skinny dipped until the early morning, knowing Monday, a shit storm would be waiting for us at school.

Sure, as shit, when we got to school Monday we had Coach Hampton, Principal Gunn, and the Superintendent of the school, all waiting for us. The Superintendent was the first to speak, “You are in trouble, so come with us to the conference room.”

I spoke up, “We are not going with you.”

“You think so,” the Superintendent said.

“I know so,” I replied.

“Do tell,” was his retort.

So, I laid it out for him, “We are all sixteen or younger, which means we must have a parent or guardian present. Since they are not here, you obviously did not call a parent or guardian. We have the right to legal counsel; one has already been contacted and will be here shortly. We will go to the conference room and wait for our counsel, but we will not answer any questions you have at this time.” So, we went to the conference room and waited for our attorney.

When our attorney arrived, he introduced himself as Marty Markowitz and shook hands with everyone. Marty was a little guy, but I bet, sure as taxes, he is a terror in the courtroom. With the pleasantries out of the way we sat down and got down to business. The superintendent, Mr. Grady Hughs, was chomping at the bit. He began yelling at me, “You assaulted eight people and caused them pain and suffering! Besides, the attack was unprovoked.” I sat there letting him spew his lies and waited for my turn to speak.

He ranted for over forty-five minutes before he ran out of breath. Coach Hampton spoke next, “You cost me to lose my best players, so the football season will be a total loss.”

Some other guy talked next, “You have violated several codes of conduct, you should be charged for assault and expelled from school.”

Principal Gunn turned the table over to Marty who then pointed to me. I then told them, “I have five words for you, Mr. Hughs, I did not do anything. I did not even raise a hand during the whole episode,” I stated. “These beautiful ladies did all the work and used the amount of force needed to control the situation. If Devon had not tried to pull Calista’s top down, none of this would have happened at all. The injuries suffered by the true assailants were caused by their own stupidity in thinking the ladies here were weak and timid. It is a cause-and-effect situation, the boys effected the assault, which caused the ladies to defend themselves.”

When I had finished Marty pointed to Calista. Calista had begun to speak when Mr. Hughs interrupted her. Marty looked at Mr. Hughs and told him, “Your outburst is going to cause the lawsuit to have more zeros added to it,” so, Mr. Hughs sat down and shut up.

Calista began to speak again. “We were dancing when a group of guys came up and wanted us to dance with them, we politely told them no and went back to dancing with each other. The guys came back with a few more of their friends and told us we were going to dance with them. I told them that we did not care to dance with them and that I could smell that he at least had been drinking, and that I had no intention of dancing with a drunk. He began to tell me how he was going to bend me over one of the tables and fuck me, and that the rest of guys with him were going to fuck my friends, and then they were going to take turns fucking us. I then noticed James, and the rest of our group, walk up to where we were and gather around the group of guys, when Devon, the “Leader” of them, went to grab the top of my dress and pull it off. When his hand touched me, I defended myself by getting him into an armbar, and then I put him into a Z-lock before kneeing him in the solar plex. The other guys with him made a move towards us and were stopped by the other ladies with me, we did not need, James’ help.”