Chapter 53

“It seems to me that Montana is a great splash of grandeur. The scale is huge but not overpowering. The land is rich with grass and color, and the mountains are the kind I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda.” - John Steinbeck

0145 hours, local time
Sunday, 8 March, 2015
MetraPark
Billings, Montana

Charles was in the midst of the massive throng of naked, sweaty bodies in the arena when people started acting very hungry, of course. They were not all undead, immortal, resurrected beings, after all. He usually kept pretty good track of situations like this, but this particular orgy had been especially kinky and wild. It had achieved a level of intensity that even many of the great clusterfucks of the past would be hard-pressed to match. It was a definite cause for pride, but now it was over. They had some work to do and many folks needed their calories replaced.

“We have a lot to discuss, anyway. We depart in the morning, or maybe the day after that at the latest. It has been sweet. What is your name, sweetie?” Charles asked the lady beneath him right then.

“Carolyn Stevenson. You’ve had me ... and both of my daughters, and my futa-daughter, I might add. Now this family can be scratched off your bucket list. Oh, wait, you’re immortal. I don’t suppose that you technically have a bucket list, do you? Anyway, you know that I’m somewhat teasing you, anyway. Your buddies, Mike, Rupert, Bill, Larry, Joey, Doc, Hank, Linus, and Al all had me by now. I look forward to finding some time for the other guys in your group. I wonder if I’m pregnant again. I hope so. I hope that all of the men in question breed me,” the brunette told him with a deep kiss.

“You’re married, I see,” Charles teased her now, even as they came together.

“Yes, well, hubby’s bred me three times. He’s getting plenty of ovens to fill up with his buns, too, right? I love him, don’t get me wrong, but don’t lose any sleep over Mr. Duncan R. Stevenson, Esquire. Supposedly related to Adlai Stevenson. Yes, that one. The man’s bedded at least three of his law clerks and not only do I know, but he knows that I know. I imagine that he’s bred them by now. He was always a lothario. I know what kind of man I married and I don’t mind at all. As long as he looks the other way, so will I.

“To be honest, I’ve slept with at least four of the same ladies as him. Yes, I’m bisexual and that’s part of why I like that he fucks so many girls. But I also screw other men, of course. I’m not gay, after all. Never was. All that Schumacher Syndrome did was take our already high libidoes and put them on steroids. All that Havenism did was basically eradicate a lot of misguided guilt and shame, left over from our previous worldviews,” Carolyn laughed softly as they walked together toward the banquet hall that had been set up in the Prophet’s honor.

“And on that note, the latest news is that the last resistance has collapsed with shocking speed in Labrador. No surprises there. There wasn’t much with which to resist, of course. However, in Newfoundland, of course, the government of Captain O’Rourke has already mobilized whatever forces he can for ... let’s just say, a significant military expedition. O’Rourke is very Irish in his own way and won’t be so forgiving, but in order to actually have ... an impact, he’ll need allies,” Lavelle informed Charles while they sat to eat the feast set forth in honor of the Prophet and his retinue.

“By all accounts, he has started to line up some backers in the form of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and Prince Edward Island. These states or former provinces have all been at each other’s throats, of course, but now they share a real menace or peril in the former of Brother Antoine and his ‘Sacred Dominion.’ The invasion of Labrador is proof positive of that much.

“Then again, there is also Michigan, small slices of which Brother Antoine cut off while the various factions battled it out over the state, or rather former state. This could well lead to some unpleasant consequences for him and his, as the Adventists in particular aren’t fans of a Canadian Catholic splinter sect seizing parts of Michigan,” Charles replied, showing that he was well-aware of the belligerents.