Chapter 76: The Alabaster Concubine

I said, “Ox, show me a facsimile of Cristal with her body repaired and place Willow’s breasts where hers are.”

I said, “Now, roll her age back to 18.”

I said, “Remove all of her pubic hair again.”

I said, “Plump up her pudenda...”

“A little bit more...”

“Stop! Thats perfect. Now she, I could come home to every night. But ... I have reservations about her mind. She has been tortured and physically handicapped her entire life. That has to have screwed up her mind.”

Ox said, “Have you decided about the father?”

“I don’t have any idea what to do about him. Is his lung cancer the only issue? Is he happy other than that, or is he generally in a horrible life? I don’t feel I should have the power of life and death over him.”

Gigziks showed up next to me.

“Bill, “Only you can see me. This way we can talk mind-to-mind.”

“OK.”

She said, “Here’s the deal: we can pick them both up tonight. We can heal them both and conk the two of them. Then, they would both accept whatever you or we want to do. Healing the father will be a popular thing on your entertainment channel.”

“It would be a good thing to do for the two of them. Rafael can easily live with his lungs as they are, with just the Exos treatment. His body would continue to look his age. His body cells could be rolled back 25 to 35 years so that he can have another chance at life.”

I said, “What about Cristal?”

Gigziks replied, “Oh, Bill. Sadly, she doesn’t have a life at all now. She has had nothing but misery all of her life. We recommend she retain enough of her memories to remember her parents and heritage. We want to suppress all the bad memories of her handicap and what the other children and adults have done to her.”

I said, “So, she would be hollowed out mentally?”

She said, “In a way. We would plant new memories so she can begin to have a semblance of a happy life. She will be fully amenable to anything you want. A dream girl built to serve you, and by that, she gets a great life. One she never would have had otherwise.”

“We did this with your step-mom, Jenny Alba. She turned out quite well. Does Jenny seem mentally crippled or anything?”

She continues, “Cristal would also be a happy, cheerful girl. She would be your fuck bunny who does anything your heart desires. She will be very happy that way. She will brighten your life, Bill.”

I said, “Um, Jenny’s as sweet a lady as they come.”

“She was customized specially for your father. She suffered so much when younger.”

“OH! I just realized Jenny is nothing like the other Filipino women I have met. They act sweet or cute until you piss them off, then you’d better watch out. Jenny gives you a disapproving look that makes you really want to do better.”

I said, “OH! I just realized most of my morals and politeness come from her.

She said, “Uh-huh. So, are you more on board with this now? This Filipino girl will not cut your throat in your sleep. We had concerns about Willow’s family. Some were a little less civilized than we would have liked.”

I said, “Yes. I’m onboard. Let’s do this. So ... you did not push me into a relationship with Willow?”

She said, “Good, we can fix her right up. As far as Willow went, she was gold; it was her uncles and aunties that were on the dangerous side. We were glad when things went sour on her part.”

She continued, “The keys to your house are in the glove box of your Jeep. We hurried things along. You have endured enough angst over the car and house purchases. We fixed that all up for you as a reward for accepting Cristal. The furniture office called. The furniture will be delivered tomorrow at one p.m. Your ‘office ‘ took the call for you.”

“Tomorrow morning, Cristal’s father will wake up in his bed. He will be repaired and with an AI.”

“You will wake up tomorrow with Cristal in bed with you in the house. The bed is a temporary one until your furniture arrives.”

“Today, we will take them back a few weeks in time so we can do their other modifications. For the first few days with Cristal, go with the flow. Cristal may have many questions. She may be very lovey-dovey. I mean, really REALLY lovey-dovey, needy of you will.”

“We will augment her cooking memories. We are not sure what she knows, so we will add cooking memories from Jenny Alba and Windy Rhode’s cooking files. I’ll leave you to your afternoon. Bye.”

I said “Bye,” as Gigziks popped out.

I had been there sipping slowly and occasionally relighting my pipe for a puff or two. I had been looking nowhere in particular. I noticed that Rafael and Cristal had left when Gigziks popped out.

I went back to the motel to hang out at the pool. I had been alone since Cait, Rachel, and Hannah had left for Boston.

There had been some turnover at the motel, and there were more guys now than girls. I may be close to their age, but the current crop of kids seemed rather immature to me. The motel had become boring since the only amenities here had been the large number of girls.

This place has just one pool. It does not have a restaurant or bar, just an afternoon-only drink concession stand. The cabana’s drink menu was expensive and limited by its space. I had more to choose from in my room. I also was not getting much exercise here.

I went in and took a shower, and after drying off, I heard a knock at my door. Who could that be?

I wrapped a towel around me and went to answer the door. When I answered, I was surprised.

A pretty girl was standing there in a short mu-mu and sandals. She’s petite, with curly, feathery black hair and dark brown eyes.

She breathily said, “Master, I am here.”

I realize it’s Crista. She’s arrived early.

Her voice is low and sexy, and she smells heavenly. She has a different hairdo, and her face is kind and perfect - she does not need makeup. I realize her curly-feathery hairstyle is a style right now, here in the early 1980s. It feels soft and smells great.

I realized as I considered what had just happened, she had come into my arms, and I was caressing her neck and back. I was so surprised that my mind stopped for a second as my body reacted to Crista. It had to put 2 and 2 together that ‘this’ was indeed Crista.

I sent, “Thank you, Gigziks, Cristal is so damn hot!”

I pulled Cristal into the room, and before the door was shut, she melted into me.

“OHH M a s t e r...”

My towel fell to the floor, and she hooked a leg around my left calf. I felt she had nothing under her little mu-mu. I felt warm girl parts against my leg, damp, warm, velvety soft girlish parts.

On the way to the couch, she slipped off her sandals.

I sat and watched as she pulled her mu-mu off over her head and dropped it.

She was absolutely PERFECT in every way. What a tiny little doll baby. They had kept Cristal’s tiny stature. Naked, she looked like a hot, teen Filipina girl with modest breasts and lovely, perfect skin all over.

Filipinos actually come in many shades, ranging from white to black. Different Philippine islands have been influenced by outside racial groups. It is theorized that the darker Filipinos lived deep in the jungles for millennia.

Crista is the light shade of an almond nut. Her areolas are lightly tan, her nipples are a little darker and demurely tiny; just bumps.

I stared at her, my cock straight up in the air. I was stupefied. The Heillizdt had custom-made her in the image of my perfect girl.

I reached out for her, and she slid into my lap. She sighed very noticeably as she seemed to dissolve onto me.

She whispered, “Master ... at last. I have waited for you all my life. I have prayed for you to come save me. Thank you, thank you so very much.”

Her soft voice wanted to make me shoot off.