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 A pick up story from Thinking Horndog's Swarm Cycle universe

   MF, Sci Fic, oral



   "Is anything the matter, sweetheart?" I asked cautiously.  I had known
Marjorie long enough to realize something was bothering her when she
started prattling about nothing in particular.  She had been doing nothing
but talk ever since we sat down for drinks at this restaurant/bar she
wanted to try.  Before we arrived, she had been unusually quiet.  I knew
something was bothering her, but I didn't know what.

   "No, nothing's the matter at all," she responded.

   "Hmph!  Why don't you go ahead and tell him and get it over with?" said
the waitress as she placed our second round on the table.  Sarah was the
name of our cocktail waitress if her nametag was accurate.  She had started
out the evening with a cheery disposition.  She wasn't so cheery now.

   "Excuse me," Marjorie hissed.  "We're having a private conversation."

   Sarah ignored my girlfriend and continued.  "I've seen it countless
times since I started waiting tables.  Of course it has been happening a
lot more since we were all told those lizard men were on their way."

   The "lizard men" Sarah was referring to were the Sa'arm, a race of
sentient beings from another part of the galaxy.  They descended on a
planet like locusts and killed and consumed everything in their path,
leaving the planet totally lifeless.  It was not unlike what Humanity had
been in the process of doing to planet Earth except that the Sa'arm were
much quicker and much more proficient at it.  Earth had been warned about
them by the Darjee, another race that belonged to an interstellar league
called the Confederacy.  Earth just happened to be in the path of what the
mass media had started calling the Swarm.  They were about nine years away
at the time of the first warning.  They appeared to be unstoppable.

   The Darjee did not warn us out of the goodness of their hearts.  They
had an ulterior motive.  The Confederacy practiced a radical form of
non-violence to such an extent that they would not defend themselves even
if it meant their ultimate demise.  Since the Confederacy was also in the
path of the Swarm, they decided to get someone to defend their interests.
They looked for a suitably aggressive race and found us.  They sought
volunteers to fight the coming menace.  In exchange for volunteering the
man or woman would be relocated to a colony world which they hoped would be
out of the immediate path of the Swarm.

   The Darjee wouldn't just take anyone as a volunteer.  The candidate had
to take a CAP test which measured Capacity, Aptitude and Potential. 
Scoring was on a ten-point scale.  A 6.5 was the minimum score required for
volunteers who had to be at least 14 years of age.  Those scoring below 6.5
could still go if they were sponsored by a volunteer, but only as a
concubine.  Concubines were for all intents and purposes slaves.  They
would be used for sex, breeding babies and raising children.  Children
under 14 years of age were treated as dependents until the all-important
CAP test on his or her 14th birthday.  National laws no longer applied to
someone the moment they volunteered to become a sponsor or concubine.  The
sponsor literally had the power of life and death over his or her
concubines.

   Despite the risks to both volunteer and concubine there did not seem to
be any shortage of volunteers or concubine wannabes.  No one wanted to
become Swarm chowder.  CAP tests eventually became mandatory in many
countries.  Confederacy Marines would show up at a public venue and throw
up some kind of barrier around the perimeter.  Then they would call up the
volunteers/sponsors.  Those that wanted to become concubines auditioned for
the sponsors.  Even spouses of volunteers weren't immune from the need to
audition if they did not have that magic 6.5 CAP score.  Sponsors could
take between two and eight concubines plus dependents depending on their
scores.  The auditions usually became public sex orgies.

   Not everyone who had a qualifying CAP score wanted to volunteer.  Some
wanted to stay and defend Earth from the invaders.  Some wondered aloud why
the Confederacy was not interested in defending our planet.  Their answer
was that Earth was not a member of the Confederacy.  Why could Earth not be
a member of the Confederacy?  The answer was because of Humanity's violent
nature.  Earth First was the most radical of the "defend Earth" faction. 
They despised the Confederacy and the volunteers whom they labeled
traitors. They liked nothing better than to break up an extraction and had
no problem using deadly violence.  I was sympathetic with those that wanted
to fight the Swarm on Earth, but not enough to support Earth First or
refuse to be extracted if the opportunity ever presented itself.  I mean I
am an accountant.  I played board and video games for relaxation.  I
studied history as a hobby.  I was not exactly the warrior type.

   "I'm about to go to the manager and have you fired," Marjorie
threatened, interrupting my wool-gathering.

   "What the heck are you talking about, Miss?" I guess I'm dense but women
have always been a mystery to me.

   "Shut the hell up, bitch!" Marjorie yelled.

   "You still haven't figured it out?" Sarah looked disgusted with me. 
"She's going to dump you tonight, probably for Lenny sitting over there at
the near end of the bar.  They've been making eye contact with each other
ever since you got here.  He's probably told her he's sponsor level and has
promised to take her with him if there's a pick-up.  By the way, he's not
sponsor level.  Besides that, he's a player." It took an effort but I
resisted the temptation to look toward the near end of the bar.

   "You don't know what you're talking about.  For your information, I
already know Lenny isn't sponsor level.  He's a 6.4." It took a few seconds
for Marjorie to realize she'd been goaded into revealing her agenda.  She
had the grace to blush.

   "I'll have another, Sarah.  Make it a double please." I was going to ask
Marjorie if she wanted anything else but Sarah was already walking away.

   "Honestly, if you give that slut more than two cents for the tip I'll
never speak to you again."

   "I'll remember that," I responded.  "Um ...  so I guess you are breaking
up with me?" Marjorie nodded.

   "Peter," my ex-girlfriend said.  "You should know you're the nicest guy
a girl would ever want to meet."

   "Am I that boring?"

   She just smiled.  "In normal times you wouldn't be, but these aren't
normal times, are they?"

   "You mean the Swarm?"

   "That's exactly what I mean.  I mean we seem to be carrying on as if
everything is going to work itself out.  But what if it doesn't?  Those
creatures will be here before we know it and then what?  Well, I want to
live it up.  I want live my life to the fullest until they do and then if
one of them comes to eat me I can spit in his eye and say to him, 'I hope
you choke on me, Gruesome'.  That's the way Lenny makes me feel whenever
I'm with him.  I don't care that he's a 6.4.  I wouldn't care if he were a
2.4.  If someone came up to me and showed me his 9.4 CAP card and said, "I
want you come with me to safety but you'll have to leave Lenny behind", I'd
say thanks but no thanks.  I'm staying on Earth with Lenny."

   "Well, this Lenny must be quite a guy." I was no Mr.  Charisma, but I
was willing to bet he couldn't protect Marjorie from the Swarm any better
than I could.

   "Actually he's a self-centered jerk.  I just can't help the way he makes
me feel." Marjorie's declaration made me smile.  I knew a couple of guys
like Lenny.  No matter how badly a guy like that treated a woman, she'd
always come back for more.  Sarah returned with my drink and I thanked her.

   "It's on the house," she said and left the table, again ignoring
Marjorie.  I found I did not mind.  At least someone was on my side.

   "Well, I wish I could live it up myself but unfortunately, I still have
to make a living however bleak Earth's future may be." What did Marjorie
expect me to do, drop everything else and cater to her?

   "Who knows," said Marjorie.  "The Swarm might be impressed with your
accounting methods and want to hire you, or one of your online gaming
friends might actually be one of these creatures and he'd want to keep you
around for more gaming." She was in her sarcastic mode now, but I tried not
to rise to the bait.

   "I can only hope." Gallows humor seemed to hold sway these days no
matter where in the world you were.  I could also hope that Marjorie got
her comeuppance some day.

   "I'll be leaving with Lenny.  I asked him to be here because I wasn't
sure how you were going to react."

   "I'm not the violent type.  You know that." I kind of wish I were
violent.  I would have bitch-slapped that smirk off her face.

   "I do know that but I wouldn't have blamed you if you just got up and
left me sitting here without a ride home." I could not help thinking that
Marjorie would have deserved it if I had done exactly that.

   "I'd like to think I have a little more class than that." And it's ten
times more class than you have I thought.  "I hope you and Lenny are very
happy together."

   "Thanks Peter.  I'll be standing by Lenny's side for as long as he wants
me." I didn't see any point in prolonging the agony for either of us. 
Sarah had yet to bring the check.  I'd flag her down at the bar.

   Just as I grabbed my coat, a gray curtain seemed to drop from nowhere,
cutting off all sight and sound from the street just outside the building's
windows.  There were some short screams from the women, including Marjorie,
and some shouts from the men.  Then this big guy in a uniform announced he
was a Confederacy Marine and that this was an extraction.

   Before he got two more words out of his mouth, Marjorie was out of her
seat and out of her dress.  It was a wraparound type outfit that was held
together by a single snap.  She still had on stockings and a garter belt
along with her high heels.  I felt my loins twitch in desire and was once
again sorry to lose her.

   "Nice knowing you," Marjorie said with no trace of regret in her voice.

   I watched her scurry toward the other end of the bar, where the Marine
was still issuing instructions.  A minute later, I heard Marjorie
screeching and I knew she was already being porked by a potential sponsor.
Screaming did not mean she was in distress; she just liked to scream while
being fucked.

   I looked toward the bar and saw a short stocky man sitting at the end
watching the action.  Was this Lenny?  He looked more like Danny DeVito's
stunt double rather than a romantic stud.  I grabbed my drink and walked
over to him.

   "I'm Chris Piper," I said and held out my hand.  He looked at me as if
he was trying to decide if I was going to get hostile with him.

   "Lenny Rubenstein," he finally responded and we shook hands.  "Sit down.
We might be here for a while.  Chris?  She said your name was Peter...oh."

   "Yeah." My father was called Peter.  He said that was his cross to bear
and didn't want me to share it.  It didn't do any good.  People still
called me Peter Piper and then asked if I'd picked a peck of pickled
peppers lately.  It got old by the time I was in kindergarten.

   "It looks like we both lost her," I said trying to sound sympathetic.

   Lenny shook his head.  "They'll all test drive her and then throw her
back."

   "How do you know that?" I thought Marjorie was good looking and pretty
good in the sack although her screaming could get on my nerves.

   "I'm a regular here.  So are those guys who are volunteers.  They
already have their concubines picked out.  They'll use those sluts and then
say thanks but no thanks." That explained why Marjorie wanted to come here
-- to be near her new boyfriend.  It also explained why Lenny was not
worried about losing her to one of those volunteers.  I felt good knowing
the bitch was throwing herself at these guys but would not be chosen as a
concubine no matter what she did.  One of the Marines approached us.

   "Are you Christopher Piper?"

   "That's me."

   "I'm Corporal Sharon Gonzalez, Confederacy Marines.  May I see your CAP
card?" I fished it out of my wallet and gave it to her.  She nodded and
handed it back to me.

   "Congratulations!  You get six concubines," she said and handed me what
she called a CAP reader, which showed and interpreted the sub scores that
made up the overall CAP score.  She gave me a 30-second tutorial on its
use. "You'd better get a move on and choose your concubines.  We can't be
here all night," the Marine warned and then walked away.

   "Did she say you get six concubines?" He had an incredulous look on his
face.  That gave me a measure of satisfaction.

   "That's right."

   "Holy shit!  That means your score must be up there."

   "Eight even," I replied not immodestly.

   "Marjorie told me you had a 5.9 CAP score."

   "That's what I told her.  That's what I told anyone who asked." I did
not want some young honey latching onto me just because I had a ticket off
the planet and I did not want to get shot by some Earth First nut either.

   He laughed out loud.  "She's going to be pissed when she finds out."

   "I don't much care if she does get pissed.  She's your problem now." I
meant it too.  My disappointment for losing her was quickly vanishing.

   "Thanks a lot." He laughed again.

   "Anyway, she gave me the impression she wanted to stick by your side no
matter what."

   "And you believed her?  As you can see it was all bullshit.  You don't
know very much about women, do you?"

   "I guess not." I would not have given a second thought to taking
Marjorie with me.  I shuddered involuntarily.

   "Say, you better get started selecting your harem.  These pick-ups don't
last very long."

   "I don't know if I could," I said.  "I probably can't even pick one
concubine and get it right.  I'd probably wind up with six losers." I
thought I had a winner with Marjorie.

   "It's definitely important to have women you're compatible with," Lenny
said stating the obvious.  "I do know something about them.  I'd be glad to
advise you.  No charge." My first reaction was to just refuse.  I mean why
should I even trust the guy?  He had just stolen my girl.  I finally
decided I should at least listen to him.  Besides, if he was as big a
player as Sarah had implied, he certainly knew how to read women, a skill I
was sadly lacking.  What did I have to lose?  The price was right and I
wasn't obligated to accept anything he told me.

   After taking a moment to decide, I said, "What the hell, why not?  Just
as long as you don't try to talk me into taking Marjorie back I'll listen."

   "She wasn't right for you anyway.  I did you a big favor.  Hey, Sarah
sweetie, will you come over here for a second?" My cocktail waitress was
standing a short distance away, watching the action, but looked like she
was not going to be participating.  If Lenny knew those volunteers were
just stringing along those women, Sarah and the rest of the staff knew
also. She looked over when she heard her name called and then frowned when
she saw who called her.

   "How may I serve you, sir?" Sarah asked with icy politeness.

   "May I see your CAP card please?"

   She instantly turned hostile.  "Why should I?  You're not a sponsor."

   "As you can tell from the tone of her voice she detests me.  No, I'm not
a sponsor but this gentleman is."

   Sarah gasped.  "If you're a sponsor then...why?" She was at a loss for
words and pointed towards where Marjorie had gone.  I couldn't hear
Marjorie squealing anymore, so she probably had her mouth full of cock.

   "She didn't know," I said.  I watched Sarah digest that tidbit of
information for a few seconds.

   Sarah put her hand on my chest.  It was trembling as she said, "I have
three minor children, sir.  I'll do anything for you."

   "Can you give him your CAP card?  He won't be able to decide anything if
you don't at least do that, will he?" Sarah reached into her apron and
handed it to me.  I placed it into the card reader and her sub scores
popped up.  The scores did not mean anything to me so I handed the reader
to Lenny.

   "I can make some pretty good deductions from what I see here," said
Lenny after a few moments.  "She's a decent mother and does her best even
though she's a single parent.  She's probably not that great in the sack
but she likes sex and is capable of popping out some brats for you besides
the three she already has."

   "I've never had any complaints about my performance in the sack and my
children aren't brats," Sarah protested.  She looked embarrassed and I
could not blame her.  Lenny just ignored her outburst.

   "She rails against injustice but feels helpless to do anything about it
although she does have the unfortunate habit of sticking her nose where it
doesn't belong.  She cares about people, myself excluded, and always roots
for the underdog.  Sarah's a decent manager.  She'd probably be the one
you'd choose to run your household when you were out of town." I removed
the card and handed it back to Sarah.  She looked crestfallen.  I realized
she thought I was rejecting her.  I was not, but it was quite a commitment
for me as well as for her.  I took a deep breath.

   "I understand a concubine is little more than a sex slave and you'd be
putting your children at risk also.  But if you want to become my concubine
it's okay with me."

   "Yes!" Sarah leapt into my arms.  "Lenny, I'm sorry for everything I
ever thought or said about you.  I was wrong."

   "No you weren't," Lenny responded.  "I'm just feeling a bit mellow this
evening.  Also, I'm looking forward to you being gone."

   "Is there anything I can do for you right now?" She was looking at the
bulge in my trousers.

   "Not yet," Lenny answered for me.  "You still have a little work to do."
I looked disappointed and was ready to object.  "Let Sarah pick your other
concubines," he urged.  "That way you won't attract any attention." I
finally nodded in understanding.  I didn't want to be mobbed by
supplicants.

   "Okay, Sarah," said Lenny.  "Take this card reader and go find another
four girls.  They should be team players, able to take orders, have
excellent motherhood potential if they aren't already mothers, love all
types of sex and want to breed like bunnies.  It would also help if they
weren't completely brainless but don't worry about looks.  Know what I
mean? You and the others should be bare-assed naked and ready to audition
when you return.  And don't fuck this up.  You can easily be replaced. 
Understand?"

   "I know just the girls we need," Sarah declared.  "I'm sorry.  I don't
even know your name."

   "My name is Chris." Sarah nodded her head, curtseyed and scurried off.

   "Actually I need five more concubines," I told Lenny.

   "You should consider a male concubine to keep your girls happy when
you're not around."

   "Good idea.  I really appreciate your help with this."

   "No problem.  I'm having fun." Before much more time passed, five naked
women walked out single file from the kitchen area, led by Sarah.  They
stopped in front of me and knelt down.  Sarah handed me their CAP cards and
I handed them to Lenny.

   "Your potential harem is ready for your inspection," said Sarah. 
"Fifteen holes are immediately available for your use in any combination or
sequence you may desire." The other four women blushed and giggled but they
didn't cover up their nervousness very well.  I was nervous too.

   "Their numbers look good," said Lenny, who had been putting the cards
through the reader.

   "Our fervent hope is that you find us pleasing," said a tall black girl
with a British accent.  "Our only goals in life now are to please you and
to present you with many fine sons." The other girls murmured assent.

   "I wouldn't mind some daughters either." That got another giggle from
them.

   "Go ahead and try them out," Lenny urged.  "You don't want to buy a pig
in a poke, do you?" I shook my head.  How should I start?  I wasn't any
stud.  My prick size was pretty average.  It would take all night to test
each girl for sexual compatibility.  I decided just to test them for
obedience.  I hauled out my prick.

   "Suck," I ordered.  There was no hesitation on anyone's part.  They were
rather eager actually yet there was not any jostling.  Each waited her
turn. Sarah was first.  She was 35 years old with 12 and 13-year-old
daughters and a ten-year old son.  She was a 5'7" brunette weighing 150
pounds.  She was a high school graduate with no higher educational
experience except the school of hard knocks.  This cocktail waitress was
going to be my chief momma.

   Three of the other four were local college coeds working in the back
kitchen.  The tall black girl with the British accent was 19 years old and
from Kenya.  Makena had been sent to the states by her parents because
there were very few African extractions.  She was about 6'2" in height.

   Girly's parents were from the Philippines.  She was 4'10" in height and
weighed about 85 pounds.  She made a nice contrast to Makena.  Priscilla
was from Mississippi.  The young woman was no Southern belle and kind of
pudgy, but very cute.  Rosa was a dishwasher and a high school dropout, but
her CAP scores showed she was far from stupid.  I decided I was going to
keep them all.

   "Assholes!  Bastards!" Heh!  That sounded like Marjorie.  My guess was
that she had finally been rejected by all of the sponsors at the front of
the restaurant.  I heard raucous laughter in response to her cursing and
saw her making her way back.  She looked pretty well used.

   "What the hell is going on here?" she snapped when she caught sight of
us.

   "I'm forming my harem," I responded.

   "You're not a sponsor."

   "Yes, I am."

   "Since when?"

   "Since I first took the CAP test."

   "Apparently Chris has been less than honest about his true CAP score,"
said Lenny.

   "But that's wonderful!" Marjorie immediately responded.  She was nothing
if not pragmatic.  "We can be together and be safe.  But I'm afraid you
aren't very good at picking a harem" looking down at my girls with obvious
distaste.  "I'll do that for you and the first to go will be this bitch
waitress."

   "Please no, Chris...Master," Sarah begged.  "Please don't send us away."
The girls wailed in fear.  They realized they had a competitor on their
hands.  All five were grabbing a hold on my legs.  It was a heady feeling.

   "There's nothing wrong with my harem.  You're not going anywhere with me
anyway so it doesn't matter what you think of them."

   "You're not taking me?  But why not?" She sounded incredulous.

   "Well, there's the not too little matter of you dumping me for Lenny."

   "B-but that was just a joke, Peter!  I didn't mean it!  We were just
playing around.  Tell him, Lenny."

   "It was just a joke, Chris," Lenny said in a deadpan tone of voice. 
"Marjorie didn't mean it.  We were just playing with you." Lenny could
hardly keep a straight face.  I just smiled and shook my head.

   "You could never get my name straight either."

   "I was just teasing!  Make him take me!" my ex-girlfriend demanded.  She
started crying real tears.  Women's tears usually get to me, but not now.
"I gave you the best three months of my life and this is how you repay me?"
The woman continued crying on Lenny's shoulder.  He was making sympathetic
sounds to console her.  "I don't even know what they see in him.  He's just
an accountant and a gaming geek."

   "I just asked the AI," said Corporal Gonzalez.  I jumped when she spoke.
I did not notice that she had returned.  "The Darjee were impressed with an
article you wrote regarding business deductions that they should be taking.
They want to consult with you." How do you like that?  I wrote that article
for shits and giggles for an online journal.  It was a parody on how I
would advise the Darjee if they were subject to US tax laws.  "The military
also liked your battlefield analysis on the gaming forums.  They want you
to do the same thing as we battle the dickheads.  In fact, you were the
main target tonight.  All the rest were targets of opportunity.  It looks
like you're going to be a very busy man."

   Marjorie cried all the harder.  "All men are bastards!"

   And revenge is sweet!

   "We sure are," Lenny responded.  He winked at me

   "Take me home, Lenny.  I never want to see that man for as long as I
live." She was about to get her wish.  But first, I felt a little evil
coming on.

   "Hey Lenny, I still need your help picking out the male concubine in my
harem."

   "Sure.  What kind of guy are you looking for?"

   "You'll do."

   "What?  Are you serious?" he asked visibly stunned.

   "I sure am," I replied, while Marjorie gasped.

   "Don't you dare go with that bastard!"

   "I'm sorry, Babe.  Duty calls." He started disentangling himself from
Marjorie's arms.

   "All right," Marjorie screamed.  "I've had just about all I'm going to
take." She grabbed a stirring stick off the bar and brandished it.  "If I'm
not going nobody else is either." There was a buzzing sound and she slumped
to the floor unconscious.

   "I was looking for an excuse to sting that bitch," said Corporal
Gonzalez.  "Her screaming was driving me up the wall."

   "I doubt if she could have done much damage with a stirring stick," I
said, but I could not help smiling.

   "What do you mean?  She could have poked somebody's eye out with that
thing."

   "That's true," Lenny said and burst out laughing.

   "Well, are we ready to go?"

   "Whenever you say, boss," said Sarah.  The other girls were nodding and
smiling.

   "Leonard Rubenstein," Corporal Gonzalez suddenly proclaimed, "the AI has
just awarded you a CAP score increase of two-tenths of a point for your
assistance in putting together Christopher Piper's harem.  You're now
sponsor level.  You get two concubines." Lenny looked stunned again.  Then
he smiled and looked down at Marjorie.

   "What do I do with you now?" Lenny mused.

   "Leave her," I said simply.  "Or take her and suffer the consequences."
Somehow I knew how conflicted Lenny must be.  I still kind of cared for
Marjorie...sort of.  He gently nudged her body with his foot and then
looked around.

   "May I see your CAP card please?" He was speaking to a tall well-muscled
naked blonde who was just walking by.  She looked like another reject from
the sponsor orgy.

   "I've suffered just about all the humiliation I can take for one
evening. If you're not serious, I'd prefer not," she replied sullenly.

   "I promise I won't humiliate you.  It'll only take a minute." The girl
shrugged, walked over and gave Lenny her card.  "Elsa, huh?  You look
pretty strong," he said perusing the card for a few seconds.  "What are
you, a body builder?"

   "I grew up on a farm."

   "Then I guess you could lift this girl up?" Elsa looked at Marjorie.

   "Easy peasy," she said.  Marjorie was over Elsa's shoulders in a
fireman's carry in a matter of seconds.  "What do you want me to do with
her?"

   "Carry her up to the spaceship."

   "Truly?" She was wearing a huge grin now.

   "Unless you don't want a sponsor a foot shorter than you, I'm taking you
with me."

   "I don't mind." She waved to someone further back and a young man
hurried over.

   "You're going?" he asked sadly.

   "Yes, I am." She sounded sad now too.

   "I'll miss you, but I'm glad you're going to be someplace safe."

   "I'll miss you more.  I wish you could come with us."

   "Are you two family?" I asked.  They more or less resembled each other.

   "This is Karl, my little brother," Elsa said.  Karl didn't look so
little to me.  He was as tall as Elsa and with an additional 50 pounds of
muscle.

   "I still need a male concubine if you're interested, Karl." Of course
Karl was interested judging by Elsa's and his joyous reaction.  His CAP
scores looked good.  The girls approved of him too.  They thought he was
cute.  Even Corporal Gonzalez liked him.

   "I would have taken you for myself if you had made yourself available."

   Karl smiled and blushed.  "Thank you," he said.

   "I'd hug you, but I'm afraid of dropping this lady," Elsa told me.

   "So be a gentleman and take that load off your sister's shoulders," said
Lenny.  Marjorie was switched to Karl's shoulders and then I got a big hug
and a kiss from Elsa.

   Lenny and I made our sponsorship offers for the AI to record.  Karl and
the girls accepted.  Well, Marjorie did not because she was still
unconscious.

   "Go ahead and take her up," the Marine corporal decided.  "I'm half
hoping she won't accept so I can toss her into the recycler."

   Well, as it happened, Marjorie did not have to be recycled.  She
adjusted to being Lenny's concubine right away.  In fact, she was the first
of the concubines to get pregnant in our group.  The other girls soon
followed suit.  Lenny and I became pod neighbors at the colony so Elsa and
Karl were never apart.  Karl is going to breed his sister after she gives
birth to Lenny's child.  Sarah's daughter Karen became my seventh concubine
when she turned 14.

   Lenny and I share concubines and I enjoy an occasional roll in the hay
with Marjorie.  I'm not very gentle when I do fuck her, but who cares? 
She's just a concubine.

   It has been an interesting year since our extraction and resettlement
but I still miss planet Earth.  I've been told my contributions to the war
effort have been positive.  My dream is to someday return to Earth with it
safe from a defeated Swarm.