Chapter 6

On the evening of the twenty-first day out from Earth, I sat on the sofa in the pod’s main room, trying to watch a sappy romantic movie on the video display area. It was a black-and-white, 1950’s post-WW2 weeper about a returning GI (played by Van Heflin) who, haunted by memories of combat in the Pacific, had returned to an unfaithful wife (Barbra Stanwyck) and was followed by a Red Cross nurse (Lana Turner) who had fallen in love with him after he was wounded saving an orphanage. Ruth snuggled under my left arm, sniffing and dabbing her eyes at how sadly sweet the story was.

Kellie lay to my right, uninvited. She, like me, had lost interest in the movie thirty minutes ago; but she had reached the end of her ability to Be Good. She was focusing her attention on my penis. At beginning of the evening, she had laid her head on my lap, and had pretended to be as interested in the movie as Ruth and me. However, as she grew bored, she quietly reached into my pajama’s fly and pulled out my cock, cradling it with her small hands. As it grew in response to her attentions, she giggled and grabbed it by the base, waving it up and down, left and right.

I tried to concentrate on the movie. The unfaithful wife was hiring a private eye (William Bendix) to follow her husband and catch him with the nurse. The husband was meeting the nurse to tell her that although he didn’t love his wife, he could never break his marriage vows. The nurse impulsively kisses him. The private eye snaps a picture.

Kellie leaned closer to my cock and licked it, her wet little tongue following the coronal ridge. The taste and texture apparently met her approval, so she gave it a small kiss, right on the piss hole. My penis uncontrollably jumped. She giggled. She leaned down again and started practicing what she had seen Corporal Jackson do to me.

I lost track of the glacial plotline and laid my head back, the sensations of her hot little mouth on my cock capturing my full attention. She had the tongue action down, but she was still a little timid with taking very much of my cock into her mouth. Ruth noticed my head lolling back and looked down to what Kellie was doing. She snorted a little breath of exasperation. Tonight, was supposed to be her time with me. She didn’t mind Kellie tagging along, but she had hoped to have my full attention.

Ruth said, “Video pause,” halting the video, and then reached down, grabbed a handful of Kellie’s hair, yanking her off my cock. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

Kellie pouted. “I’m paying attention to the Boss. You’re not.”

“He’s mine for the night. That’s the schedule he made. That’s the schedule we all agreed to.” She gave Kellie’s head a small shake to make her points.

Kellie winced at the pulled hair. “But you’re not paying attention to him!”

I decided to intervene before a catfight broke out over my naked pubes.

I looked Kellie in the eye, “Kellie, Ruth is right. We need to have the rest of the evening for just the two of us.”

Kellie began to stick out her lower lip, but when I growled, she hopped up, turned and stuck out her tongue, and flounced to the lift to the Hareem. Time to defuse an angry woman. I tuned to Ruth.

“I love you so much!” I said.

She sighed happily and relaxed back into my arms. “And I love you, you big goof.”

But that wasn’t the end of it.

“But you need to take Kellie in hand, Boss. She is using that little cutesy-baby act to get your attention all the time and it’s starting to make the other girls resent her.”

“They do?”

“Did you truly raise two daughters and are not able to see this?”

I had seen it. I just didn’t know what to do about it. I could sense this conversation veering onto dangerous ground.

“Can I tell you how I feel?” Heh. Catnip to women.

“Of course, Richard. I really want to know how you feel.”

“I know that Kellie is a little brat, but she makes me feel wanted.”

“Do the rest of us make you feel unwanted?”

“Not at all. What I mean is that Kellie initiates. You are all devastatingly pretty and scrumptious. I spend almost all my time thinking about you all, daydreaming about you all. But in the middle of my daydream, Kellie interrupts by trying to get me into bed with her. As wonderful as you all are, you wait for me to initiate sexual play, Kellie doesn’t wait.”

“You know,” Ruth countered, “I didn’t wait that first day we were extracted.”

She had me. I didn’t know what to say. My mouth opened and closed like a carp.

“Sir,” came Alfred’s voice.

“Yes Alfred,” I answered, grateful for the interruption for once.

“You have been requested to appear before Captain Clarke and Commander Rand tomorrow morning at 0900 hours and to bring along concubines Ruth and Lizbeth.”

“What does the Captain want?” I asked.

“I’m sure that everything will be explained by the Captain,” said Alfred.

And that was it. I tried to worm the information out of the AI by rephrasing my question a dozen different ways, but Alfred wouldn’t budge. The rat.

Ruth and I watched the remainder of the film, but when I went to collect my payment (sex), she begged off with the excuse that she didn’t have anything to wear to see the Captain. I was tempted to make her show up stark naked, but I relented.

I had her send down Diane to deal with the blowjob interruptus.

At 0900 the next morning Ruth, Lizbeth and I entered the Captain’s office. Even though Clarke was Fleet Auxiliary, I braced and saluted like a plebe.

“Ensign Steward reporting, Sir.”

“Ensign Steward! So good that you could be here,” he enthused. As though a lowly ensign could not obey an order given by the captain of the ship in which he rode. “And the lovely Ruth and Lizbeth! My dears, how do you come up with such alluring outfits? I must insist that you allow me to confiscate the design for use by my own concubines!”

The girls had spent much of the night designing themselves some kind of ... frocks for the Captain. Ruth wore a flowing pale leaf green dress that set off her complexion and was caught by her eyes. Lizbeth wore a sheath of red silk that emphasized her slim figure.

While the Captain looked at the girls, I looked at his office.

Compared to his quarters, his office was positively restrained. Walls of watered silk rose above walnut wainscoting. A heavy mahogany desk occupied one end of the office. The Captain steered us to a couch-and-chairs conversation area off to the right.

He had a concubine ready with a silver coffee service and small cakes. Even though I had eaten a couple of hours earlier, the aroma of the pastries and the memory of delicious food at the Captain’s table both combined to make my stomach growl. I resolved to not eat until I found out what I was there for. I remembered what wise old Solomon (he of 1000 concubines) said:

‘When you sit to dine with a ruler,
note well what is before you,
and put a knife to your throat
if you are given to gluttony.
Do not crave his delicacies,
for that food is deceptive.’

The girls preened and flirted back with that blue-uniformed lothario. The door opened and Commander Rand walked in.

“Steward, you’re here. Good. I hate a tardy junior officer.”

“And a pleasant good morning to you, Commander,” I replied sarcastically.

Rand smirked. “So, the AIs have finally reached a consensus on the matter of Ruth and Lizbeth. And I believe that Captain Clarke has an announcement to make.”

The Captain smiled a secret smile underneath that pencil mustache. That scoundrel.

“I insisted that, as captain of this vessel, happy announcements are mine to make. So, the announcement that I wish to make is that you, Ruth, and you, Lizbeth, are no longer concubines, but are now Confederacy citizens and sponsors.”

Ruth took the news well, but Lizbeth looked stunned and started to sway. I got a hand underneath her elbow and led her over to a nearby chair. Ruth turned to the concubine, “Bring a glass of water, please.” The concubine disappeared through a doorway, returning quickly with the water.

Ruth and I knelt and Ruth urged Lizbeth to sip just a bit of water. Lizbeth’s eyes focused on Ruth, and she took the glass. After several small sips, she handed the glass back, took a slow, deep breath.

Lizbeth turned to me with worry showing in her eyes. “Does this mean we can’t be together?”

I pulled her into a hug. “No, love. It means that you get to choose whom to be with. My arms will always be empty without you in them.”

She sighed. “I think I need to talk to Alfred.”

Alfred’s voice came from the ceiling, “Indeed you do, Sponsor Kim. I have been preparing briefing materials for you and Sponsor McKinsey that you can review back in your pod. And may I offer my congratulations to you both on your citizenship.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” said Ruth and Lizbeth, almost in unison.

“So, Ruth and I have talked this over, Richard, and we’ve agreed that we want to stay a family, and that we want to combine our families into a clan. It’s something that some other families with husband-and-wife sponsors have done, so we know that it’s not breaking any rules.”

I was very happy with the girl’s decision, but the prospect at what lay ahead was more than a little daunting. “Wow. I was down one concubine when Ivy stayed behind at pickup. Now that you two are sponsors, that means I have to find three concubines and you two must find two each.”

Lizbeth and Ruth shared a glance and Ruth said, “Let’s think of it this way, Richard. Together we need to find seven concubines, eventually. If the right people aren’t on this ship, we’ll have to find them on Demeter.”

“I know, but ten concubines altogether!” I fretted, “No matter how many nanites and supplements they pump into me, I’ll die of exhaustion!”

I sat alone in the main room. A dim safety light from the kitchen area was casting a weak glow. I was smoking one of my precious Montecristos, the smoke rising to the ceiling where it vanished mysteriously into the recycling system. My earlier elation at Ruth’s and Lizbeth’s ‘ascension’ had cooled the more I considered the implications.

I heard the lift from the second level activate and a moment later Ruth and Lizbeth came in and sat snuggled up to me, Ruth to my left and Lizbeth to my right. I took another puff and blew three smoke rings toward the ceiling before I gave up, put the Montecristo down in the ashtray, and placed both arms around their shoulders.

“You’re fretting,” said Ruth.

I said nothing.

“The strong, silent act is wasted on us, you know,” Lizbeth said. “We’re both sponsors now. You don’t have to try to spare us from your deep, dark thoughts.”

I didn’t say anything.

“It’s about new concubines, isn’t it?” Ruth less asked a question than made a statement, “I’ve never seen a person so resistant to change.”

“I don’t want another concubine.” I finally said, “I certainly don’t want three more concubines. And I most definitely don’t want a male concubine.” I sighed. “I wouldn’t know how to go about picking another concubine! The only reason that you all wound up here is that you kind of chose yourselves back in the coffee shop.”

“That’s not enough to send you into a funk. What’s bothering you the most?” asked Ruth.

I sighed. “When Beth died, I really didn’t think that I would ever fall in love again. And if I fell in love, it would be a kind of ‘October’ romance where we would find comfort with each other as our lives wound down.”

I sighed again. I was still trying to make sense of my feelings and I wasn’t really sure that I was ready to share them. “Then everything I had known and planned was blown to a merry hell. I was ambushed by a second chance at life. I’m starting a new life and a third career. And by the most wondrous and beneficent act of grace, you all happened to me.”

“I fell into love twice again with both of you. Now I’m fond of the other three, and I try to treat them with all the affection that I have, but it’s you two that have captured my heart.” Ruth and Lizbeth squeezed into me even tighter.

“Well, just as I got my feet beneath me, just as I found my footing with five of the most beautiful and desirable women I’ve ever know in my ill-lived life, How am I supposed to find room in my heart for seven more people? How do I do that without short-changing the new additions or Diane, Phyllis, and Kellie?”

“Relationships are hard work; in fact, they are the hardest work, because the changes you make have to be changes in yourself. I’m not sure that doing this is possible, and I’m just about to go stubborn and dig in my heels no matter what Rand says or does.”

Ruth took my hand into hers and looked me in the eyes. “Richard, part of the deal we all made to leave Earth and move to a colony world was to adopt the colony culture. None of us girls said ‘No,’ even when it meant that we would forever be concubines.”

Lizbeth spoke up, “Darling, even if it makes us uncomfortable, we have the obligation to each other to make this work. And to make this work we need, as a clan, seven more concubines.” She paused. “And there’s no avoiding the fact that at least one, and probably two, of the new concubines must be male.”

I felt my stomach turn. I tried to hide it with a joke. “Tired of me already?”

Neither Ruth nor Lizbeth smiled. “Richard,” Lizbeth said, “We’re not kidding. You knew this without us having to tell you.”

Ruth said, “And the first male concubine needs to be your concubine, not Lizbeth’s or mine.” She smiled a little ruefully, “We’ve never had a man in submission to us. It would be awkward. It might be more than awkward. If we don’t integrate a first male into the harem just right, it could end badly. He could be a never-ending source of troubles and resentment, or sent to a Civil Service facility, or even recycled. As a clan we can’t take that chance.”

Lizbeth chimed in, “But if he knows - knows down in his bones - that he is answerable to you, we can deal with the situation.”

I hesitated. “I’ve commanded men for most of my life, but I’ve never thought about another man as an addition to my harem. The ‘squick factor’ is giving me trouble here.”

Lizbeth leaned over me to Ruth and pulled her into a deep kiss. As usual, I felt my cock start to grow in response to what I saw.

Lizbeth broke off the kiss and turned to me. “Was there a ‘squick factor’ there?”

“God, no, sweethearts. You two are this guy’s dream come true!”

Lizbeth smiled. “Well, there’s no ‘squick’ for your women in anything you do. Ruth had never even thought of kissing a girl before she became your concubine, yet she enjoys it now.”

Ruth nodded. “I never expected it but watching the concubine training videos showed me something about myself. I enjoyed watching a man and woman having sex. But I was surprised to realize that I enjoyed watching two women having sex or two men having sex.”

“We’re not saying you have to swing bisexual for this to work; but you can’t be so afraid of a male concubine that you withdraw from him in fear under any circumstance. You need to be the big, strong man that we all know and swoon for.”

I was silent for quite a while. They both stayed silent and let me twist and turn this over and over in my mind like some kind of emotional Rubik’s cube.

Finally, I said, “How do I pick them out? Like I said, the only reason that this worked the first time was the miracle that we were all in the coffee shop together.”

The girls both sighed in relief. “Don’t worry about it,” Lizbeth said, “Give us a few days to look through the candidates aboard the ship. We’ll screen them out and only talk to you about top prospects, men and women.”

“And now,” Ruth said, “I think I owe you a good screw. Lizbeth, would you like to join us?”

The next morning Lizbeth said, “Richard, I think that I don’t want to be called ‘Lizbeth’ anymore.”

I looked up from my morning hash and coffee, “Well sure, honey. What do you want to be called?”

She looked directly into my eyes. “Kim Yoo Jin. That’s my real name, you know, my birth name. My mother started using the name ‘Lizbeth’ because it was easier to fit in at school and in my neighborhood. But now as a Confederacy citizen I want to remember my family, my heritage. I want to be who I really am. And that’s Kim Yoo Jin.”

“It’s a lovely name,” I grinned, “And it does fit you better than Lizbeth.”

She smiled back. “I have to go back to the medbay today to have citizen-level modifications done, including the AI link. And I’ve been talking to Alfred,” She paused.

“I think,” She paused, looked closely at me and took a deep breath, “No, I am going to have some more extensive body modifications done. I’ll be in medbay for a while.”

“But Yoo Jin, you’re wonderful the way you are.”

Her almond eyes gazed up into mine and her hand came up and caressed my jaw. “Thank you, Richard. I was so lucky to have you pick me. I was doubly lucky to have you as my big male lover.”

She smiled and her eyes sparkled, “But I’m Korean. Body modification is a cultural trait! Don’t worry. I’ve been thinking about this a long time. If I were still your concubine, I would have begged you for it until you wore down and gave in. Now it’s my decision.”

The pod’s door slid open, and a tall, beautiful woman stepped inside. She was wearing an aquamarine jewel-hued mermaid-styled dress with a sweetheart neckline that showed off luscious breasts. A cascade of glossy raven hair tumbled in loose curls around her shoulders. It took me a moment, but then my brain made the leap.

“Yoo Jin!” I wanted to rush to her, but I was rooted to the floor by her beauty. She was almost ethereal. It was still recognizably Yoo Jin, but she had something done to her eyes so that they looked big and round. Her nose was thinner, her face less round with her jawline angling down to a pert chin. She smiled and dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. She skated right up to the edge of an almost unearthly beauty but stayed firmly on this side.

Her breasts were somewhat larger, and her hips were rounder. She wore that dress like a tiger wears its skin.

I finally moved forward and stepped up to her. I looked down to see what size heels her shoes had. She had on flats. Surprise. She was at least five inches taller. I placed my arms around that incredibly sweet waist. My heart raced. I couldn’t help but get a gander down her neckline before she sighed and leaned her cheek up against my chest. I felt like I wanted to hold her and protect her and kill anyone who looked at her with a cross expression.

Wow. She was pushing all my buttons. I was suddenly glad that she was no longer my concubine. She would have taken over. She still might.

“Richard, love.”

How unbelievably sweet to hear my name spoken by her. My heart was pounding. My mouth was dry. “Yoo Jin.”

She pulled back and stared up into my face. “Can we have some time alone? I don’t want to disturb your domestic schedule ... much.”

I gulped. “Alfred, please see that we are not disturbed for anything short of a physical emergency.” I turned with one arm still around that sweet waist and we entered my bedroom.

“Richard? Can we talk?”

Oh, my stars. When women ask that question, it’s time to tie down loose lawn furniture and small dogs and prepare to be flayed alive. When spectacularly beautiful one asks that question right after mind-blowing sex, give up early and often.

So, I replied, “Of course, Yoo Jin.”

“I want Kellie as my first concubine.”

I was surprised. “What does Kellie want?”

Yoo Jin snorted. “What Kellie wants is to be the baby, hog your attention and lead you around by your dick.” She looked at me from under long eyelashes, seeing how I was taking her analysis. “What Kellie needs is someone who loves her and will draw firm boundaries.”

I sighed. I knew what she said was true. Truth be told, I had been a rather strict father, but the added sexual element threw me. Whenever Kellie would see me starting to get annoyed, she would grin wickedly, lift her shift, and flash her cute little ass my way. I had been spoiling Kellie in a way that I would never have thought myself capable of.

“Are you that person?” I asked Yoo Jin.

She chuckled and shook her head, causing her lustrous black hair to sweep over the soft curves of her bare shoulders. “Three weeks ago, I wasn’t. I was feeling my first girly love crush on Kellie. When her father assigned me to watch over her I almost fainted. When she confided that her dad caught her and the girl next door in her bedroom, making out, I almost wet myself. When we were all in the coffee shop just before we got picked up? I was planning to seduce her that night in my dorm room.”

“Seduce her?” I said skeptically.

Yoo Jin blushed. “Yes, I see now that she was seducing me. If things had gone on the way they were going, we would have been caught and I would have been expelled.”

“You’d have been caught?” I asked.

“Richard,” Yoo Jin shook her head at my naive question, “Kellie wants to be caught. That’s why she misbehaves. She wants the drama and attention. She would have been oh-so-sorry about my expulsion, but the story of Kellie would have rolled right on.”

“So how do you want to tell Kellie?”

Yoo Jin’s eyes grew mischievous. “I want her to choose me - to say that she wants to be my concubine out loud.” She told me what she had in mind. I was uncomfortable with some of it, but she was right. Kellie really needed a firmer hand that I seemed to be comfortable with.

“Alfred, call Kellie in here.”

“Very good, Ma’am.”

After a couple of minutes, the door opened, and Kellie stuck her head through. “Did you want me?”

In a stern voice Yoo Jin replied, “Did Alfred tell you that I wanted you?”

Kellie stuck a finger in her mouth and nodded.

“Have you ever known the AI to lie?” Yoo Jin pressed.

Kellie looked down, as though she was guilty and shook her head.

“Then get in here,” Yoo Jin snapped, “And quit dawdling.”

Kellie finally stepped through the door and let it close behind her. She had to have noticed the smell of sex in the room. It was a smell that Kellie loved.

Kellie took in Yoo Jin’s naked form on the bed. “Lizbeth, you’re beautiful!”

Yoo Jin smiled. “Come here, Kellie.”

Kellie jumped on the bed and began playing with Yoo Jin’s breasts. Yoo Jin pulled her into her breasts and Kellie started kissing them. Yoo Jin let her continue for a moment, and then pulled her away.

“Kellie,” Yoo Jin scolded, “You’ve been misbehaving lately. You know that your actions have caused resentment with the other girls.”

Kellie’s face clouded into a scowl, but she didn’t deny the accusation. “It’s not my fault that they get jealous how much the Boss loves me,” She looked up at Yoo Jin, “Or how much you love me.” She tried to grab Yoo Jin in a hug, but Yoo Jin held her at arm’s length.

“Kellie, you came onto this ship with me as a concubine. And just because I am now a sponsor, that fact hasn’t changed.” Yoo Jin glanced at me, and I nodded. She turned back to Kellie. “I have decided, and Richard has agreed, that you are my first concubine.”

Kellie was stunned. She looked over and me, back to Yoo Jin, and then back to me. “Boss! Is this true? You don’t love me anymore?” Her face clouded and her bottom lip started to stick out in a pout.

I reached over and lightly slapped her face. She flinched, shocked. “Nobody said anything about my not loving you. That’s insulting. What Yoo Jin said was that you are her first choice for concubine, and I agreed with her.”

“Y-you what?” Tears were filling Kellie’s eyes.

“Yoo Jin,” I deliberately misunderstood. “Your new sponsor is returning to her birth name. Learn it.”

“Lizbeth?” Kellie whimpered.

Yoo Jin grabbed Kellie’s chin with her hand and turned Kellie to look at her. “Yoo. Jin. That’s my name. You may use it in private, but whenever anyone else is in the room, I want you to call me ‘Mistress.’”

“Yoo Jin?” Kellie asked.

Yoo Jin reached up and lightly slapped her face again. Tears filled Kellie’s eyes. “Call me ‘Mistress’ when there’s another person in the room.” She rolled her eyes at me.

Kellie looked over at me, swallowed, and then turned back. “Mistress?”

Yoo Jin’s hand now caressed Kellie’s cheek, “What is it, my Little One?”

Kellie threw her arms around Yoo Jin’s neck and started to bawl. “Oh Mistress, I’m so sorry! I promise that I’ll do so much better from now on!”

“I know you will, Little One. But now you have to be punished for how you’ve been misbehaving.”

“Bu-but I said I was sorry!”

“You are sorry that you got caught, Kellie.” Yoo Jin explained, “If you hadn’t been called to account here and now, you wouldn’t be crying about how sorry you are for what you’ve done. Therefore, you are sorry that you have been caught. Therefore, you are going to be punished.”

Kellie looked back and forth at us with big tear-filled eyes, her pupils dilated. “Are you going to make me stay in my room? Please don’t! I hate staying in my room!” she whined.

Yoo Jin scoffed, “Please. You aren’t a child anymore. You are an adult under Confederacy law. You will be given corporal punishment. Richard?” She turned to me in our pre-arranged way.

I snaked an arm around Kellie’s waist and hauled her across my lap. Her shift, gaily colored, but as short as a standard concubine’s shift flew up and exposed her slim, bare ass. She struggled, but it was no contest between my strength and hers.

I turned to Yoo Jin, “How many?” I asked.

She pretended to consider while Kellie waited in horror. “I think we’ll start with twenty.”

I rested my broad hand across her narrow ass. It was an erotic sight, but I shook my head. Now was not the time for it. I raised my hand and brought it down fast, but lightly. The sound of the smack resonated in the confines of the room. I announced, “One!”

Kellie was shocked silent. I raised my hand again. Smack! “Two!”

Kellie got past the shock and started to struggle. She tried to cover her ass with her hands. I had no problem holding her down, but I motioned with my head and Yoo Jin squatted near her head and grabbed her wrists, keeping her hands out of the way. Smack! “Three!”

Kellie’s ass started to turn red with hand marks. Kellie started to yell, “Stop! Stop! I’ll be good! I promise! I’ll be a good girl!”

Smack! “Four.”

Kellie wailed wordlessly. The spanking continued. She screamed. The spanking continued. Because I used my own hand, I knew how much pain I was dealing out. Kellie was being a bit of a drama queen.

Smack! “Ten!”

Yoo Jin spoke above Kellie’s crying, “Stop!” I paused, not releasing Kellie. You Jin remained kneeling at Kellie’s head, holding her wrists.

“Kellie, have you learned your lesson?” she asked, severely.

Kellie sobbed, “Oh, yes, Mistress, I’ve learned. I’ve really learned. I’ll be so good that you’ll never have to do this again!”

“Kellie, who do you choose as your sponsor?” Yoo Jin asked.

Kellie looked over her shoulder at me, then back to Yoo Jin.

“Oh Mistress, I choose you!”

“So recorded.” Came Alfred voice from the ceiling.

Yoo Jin nodded to me, and I picked up Kellie and placed her on the bed between us. “Kelli,” Yoo Jin said, “You only received half of the twenty spanks that I judged you deserved. If you make me regret being kind to you...”

“Oh NO, Mistress,” Kellie gulped, “I make you proud of how good I am!”

“Then come here, Little One.” Yoo Jin pulled Kellie to her breasts and let Kellie kiss and suckle as she wound down emotionally from her punishment. I slipped away to the main room and let Yoo Jin complete Kellie’s fixing on her.

I was really horny now. I went to find Ruth and Diana.

I sat in one of the small audition rooms that were provided for sponsors to select concubines. It contained a couple of chairs and a platform bed.

Alfred announced, “Candidate number three is here,” and the door opened. A woman stood there, anxious, hesitating, in the open doorway.

“Is this the right room? Are you Ensign Stewart? None of the doors are marked and so I’m always unsure...”

“I am Richard Steward, and if you are Paula, this is the right place. Please come in and sit down.”

She walked over to the chair, her arms held to her sides, trying to keep the drab, immodest shift from riding up and exposing her genitals. I took a good look at her as she walked over, trying to assess her presence. She was a coppery redhead, with a thick, frizzy mane of hair that reached almost to her waist. Her complexion was redhead fair, with lots of freckles scattered across her face and her shoulders. Her eyes were an intense blue that I thought at first had to be contacts, but then realized that she wouldn’t wear contacts after her initial session in the medtubes.