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OTEC_Zazin
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
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	[ 70 Horses do an excellent Zazin ]

Yo, Boss, we have a problem.

That was fast, they must run on better hardware than we have.
What is the problem?
They want more.
More?
Yes, They loved the kinky animal sex in the Parthenon, they want more.
More people?
Yes, I think they want the same thing, as the once per month orgy.

(James, having decided correctly, Vin would not find it helpful,
withheld the title of the new marketing trailer: "School bus, barnyard, 
break down." )

The bastards! I am absolutely NOT going to make bestiality
a required class in a grade school!
No, but if you pass the word, about a big party, you can see how many
come voluntarily.
Ok, I don't like it, but what choice do we have?

	 _____

Vin had an appointment with the headmistress.
Vin and the headmistress did not like each other.
She liked young boys, Vin did not.
Vin liked blonds she was brunette.
He did not like officious people, she was the quintessential headmistress.
Still they got along well enough, as they did not actively disliked each 
other.

"For this weekend I would like to plan a party like we have
in the basement every other weekend."
"Will this party become a re-occurring event as well?"
"Not sure, if it is well received, that is a definite possibility.
"Will this party be in the basement also?"
"No, as you may know, strange animals have appeared in our compound."
"Yes?" From her tone it was obvious she knew all about the "strange 
animals".
"Friends of Winston will no doubt find the party enjoyable."
"I understand completely."
"One last thing."
"Yes?"
"This is not an official school function."
"Not official?"
"Yes, I a very traditional person, requiring young people to do this, 
would do violence to my sense of right and wrong."
"I am not sure I understand, but I can certainly make this an unofficial 
event."
"Can you also, unofficially, provide food and drink?"
"No problem."
"Thank You."
	 _____

The majordomo was quite embarrassed, he was unable to tell Vin where 
Beatrice was.
He was however, able to lead Vin to the elegant siting room where Kay 
and her avatar
we're in engaged in deep conversation.
The majordomo coughed discreetly, he knew Kay was Vin's wife so he did 
not do an introduction.
"Vin!" The two of them said bounding to their feet, obviously glad to 
see him.
Vin turned to the majordomo, "Can we have tea for three?"
"Certainly, Your Highness."

They did "High Tea" with scones, clotted cream, lemon curd, and other items,
served on Royal Copenhagen China.
Sometime later, feeling quite comfortable with themselves, they got down 
to business.
"So, what brings you riding into town partner?" Kay asked.
"Do I need a reason?"
"With someone who knows you as well as I do. ... Yes."
"Ok, I'll come clean, I came here, to ravish the both of you 
simultaneously."
They smiled, standing together, calling his bluff.

For those who have managed to have group sex, with the right group, there is
a marvelous synergy, unavailable to couples, no matter how over sexed 
they are.
It took some time before they reached the conversation stage.
Vin was on his back, propped up on pillows, with his arms around
the two beautiful women.
"I have invited this Kay to be our house guest this weekend."
"I am delighted to have you as a guest for as long as you choose to stay.
There are two possible problems I can see, however."
"Two problems?"
"Yes, the first is, the name.
The second highest mountain on planet Earth is called K2.
Are you comfortable being K2?"
"Is K2 a beautiful mountain?"
"Yes, many people feel it is more attractive than the taller mountain."
"Ok I am K2"
"You said two problems?"
"Yes, in OTEC there is a different strain of the Lazarus Virus."
(All Valhalla citizens have false memories of graduating from Henderson 
high. )
"What age were you when you, er, when you told the headmistress
you were ready to become a woman?"
"Eleven." K2 declared proudly.
"Then you must realize, when you visit Davis Straight you will be in the 
body
of an eleven-year-old girl."
"But, will I still have all my memories."
"Oh, yes, you should make a truly exceptional eleven-year-old girl."
"Will I have to go to school again?"
"Only if you want to."
"If I stayed for a long time, what could I do to support myself?"
"I have a friend named Princess who is a very high paid prostitute."
"Is she a real princess?"
"Yes."
"How will I meet her?"
"She lives with Kay and I."
"K2 glanced briefly at Kay and received a nod, that this was indeed true."

"By the way, not to change the subject, have either of you seen Beatrice?"
"So now, we find the real reason for your visit." Kay observed.
"Well surely I have paid for the right to ask?"
"Well maybe once more for each of us?"
"Ladies please! Show some mercy!"
"She was down by the river when we saw her last."
"She is no doubt on her back, on a picnic table beside embankment street 
doing Navs by the boatload."
Vin felt both women stiffen slightly.
"I don't want to know."
They relaxed halfway.
"Ever"
They relaxed completely.

Vin pulled on the bell rope. A servant appeared immediately.
"Saddled my horse, I am going for a ride."

Vin had no trouble finding what he sought, the local constabulary,
was directing traffic, keeping the crowd from blocking the street.
Vin was recognized immediately, along with the fact that he was wearing
regular clothing, and therefore was to be addressed as a plutocrat not a 
king.
"Sir?" A Bobby with Sergeant stripes asked.
"I am here to give the lady a lift, as soon as she finishes her, er, 
activities."
"Very good Sir, should not be long now." He said the glancing to the east.

Planet Earth, in some areas, has a six month long monsoon season.
Valhalla has twelve hour monsoon seasons.
Most everywhere people live adjacent to water, by the end of the
"heat of the day" the temperature is in triple digits ( Fahrenheit ) and 
the humidity
is approaching one hundred percent.
People retreat underground or into massive masonry buildings, and the 
only reappear for the "cool of the day".
The problem is, toward the end of the cool of the day, the excessive 
humidity must go somewhere,
fog is the rule not the exception.
Avatar London has pea soup fog to rival its namesake.

Vin followed the sergeants glance down river, indeed the fog was 
creeping toward them.
The crowd of Navs was thinning out rapidly, as the boat people found 
their way home
before visibility evaporated completely.

"Vin! What are you doing here?"
"I figured the Duchess would not be happy wandering around blind as a 
bat in one of
London's famous pea soup fogs."
"What?" Beatrice said, sitting up and looking around for the first time.
"Oh my!" She said, pulling her elegant gown in place.

The sergeant made a stirrup with his hands, one of his men pushed 
enthusiastically
on Beatrice's but as she mounted behind Vin.
Even by Valhallan standards, where all of the women were both beautiful 
and sexy,
Beatrice was heart stopping beautiful.

They didn't make it.
Sunrise chases sunset around the circumference of Valhalla's enormous 
cylinder
at over100 km an hour, the fog did not rise slowly, it fell on them like 
an avalanche.
Within moments they could not see a hand in front of their eyes.
Vin spoke in his brigadier general voice.
"Sergeant, can you rally your men to the sound of your voice?
Very good, if you can hold on to my stirrup, while your men
hold on to my horse's tail, and each other, we will head for home."
"Home James."

Horses do an excellent Zazin walking meditation.

Vin did not have a clue how James did it. Was it smell, or sound, or 
something else?

Sitting tall in the saddle, Vin was the first to see.
The fog did not thin out, it ended as abruptly as a brick wall.
The sailcloth sun shades in London do not cover 100% of the street,
they cannot, the ammonia from the horse urine would render the city 
uninhabitable.
During the heat of the day, warm air flows down the gap between the
buildings and the sun shades, flowing along the streets, and out
into parks and open areas.
During the cool of the day, the flow reverses.
Vin had felt a gentle breeze as James plodded into the mouth of the
tunnel that was the covered street.
The cold air produces a wedge of fog as the warm air flowing out of the 
city,
pushes the fog downward.

Soon Beatrice, then finally the Sergeant and his men could see as well,
although they were standing chest deep.
The fog was slowly invading the city, Vin and Beatrice road for a city 
block	
before it became ankle-deep.

"So, I thought I would find you at the Royal ladies club?"
"They were so plastic and phony, I couldn't stand them, so we left."
"You have come a long way from the trailer park."
"How, so?"
"The Beatrice I knew long ago would not have noticed there were plastic 
and phony
and would have been attracted by their money and power even if she did."
"I guess maybe I have changed, a little."
"You said, we left."
"Yes, Kay and I went to the whorehouse, looking for real men."
"Did you find them?"
"Kay found a copy of herself, and was completely enthralled."
"Not even Sigmund Freud ever wrote a book about himself."
"Did you find a copy of yourself as well?"
"Yes, but I was obviously, intruding into her space, she was nice about 
it, but obviously relived when I left."
"So you went down to the river, to create a small riot, fucking 
strangers by the roadside?"
"Oh, my, have I created a social scandal?"
"Why would you think that? Victorian ladies were famous for fucking 
strangers by the roadside."
"You are an angry with me?"
"If I gave a shit what the plastic people think ... I would be."
"That is a relieve."
"Actually the half pint of fluid leaking out of you, flowing down
the back of my trousers, staining my beautiful English saddle causes me 
more irritation."
Beatrice gripped more tightly, scooting closer, smiling hugely,
mashing her muscles, adding to the puddle Vin was force to sit in.
	 _____


	[ 71 Can Jorgen come out and play? ]


Taking the subway to Henderson gave them more cool of the day.
It was two hours till sunrise in London, it was two hours to sunset
on Henderson island, the middle of the night.

The period from three in the afternoon until six in the evening is for 
"homework".
Vin had always felt that they should dispense with the hypocrisy, and 
call it
"The mink breeding period". Unrestrained fourteen year old human sexuality
is awesome to behold, if anyone did homework, there were careful to to 
conceal the fact.

The after dinner period is assigned by the computer, everyone receives one
or more sleeping partners. The random nature of the assignments discourages
the tendency to form teen age clicks, where half the student body would 
refuse
to speak to, much less have sex with, the other half.
In a world infected by the Lazarus virus, learning to be casually 
promiscuous,
is a life or death issue.

Vin had the computer assigned him a partner every other night,
a compromise he had worked out with Joan, so he would not be guilty of
"ignoring" the young ladies in his care.
Because Vin had been off carousing in London the headmistress had reassigned
his bedtime partner(s).
Vin found himself alone in bed for the first time in a long while.

Hello Central
I need to go visit Davis Straight.

Vin found a bathrobe, and went down the hall to Kathy's bedroom.
He knocked on the door.
"It's open".
Lady Kathy was doing a double vaginal while giving a third man a blow job.
Vin pulled up a chair.
"Vin! Are you here to join us?"
"Tempting though the offer may be, something has come up, I need to
borrow you for about ten minutes."
"See that it is no more than that!" Snarled the guy on top.
Vin looked at him, did not change his expression, or raise an eyebrow.
"Try to keep him from bleeding on my new bed spread." Kathy observed.
I was Kathy's body English, that convinced him he had screwed up.
He lowered his eyes.
"Don't be here when I get back." Kathy said belting on her bathrobe.

They went down the hall to Samantha's room.
Her "son" answered the door. Vin was always amazed how much
Sam resembled his "mother". They were not genetically related,
they just looked like they were fraternal twins, except for their age 
difference.
"Samantha, something has come up, we need to borrow you for
about ten minutes or so. Sam can come too."

They had taken about three steps, when Kathy stopped abruptly.
"Vin! What have you done?!"
Their townhouse was elegant, but it did not have seven meter ceilings,
with baroque gilding, and renaissance paintings. Most especially
they did not have a hall way, half a kilometer long.

"I am taking you to your rooms."
"My room is right behind me!"
"Is it?"
Kathy, Samantha, and Sam turned as one, looking behind them.
The Museum quality hall way ended in a wall ten feet behind them,
their town house was gone.
"Where are we?"
"We are in a parallel universe."
"What are we doing here?"
"I need Kathy to act as hostess for a party starting tomorrow morning,
Kay and Beatrice are already here for the party.
I did not feel comfortable leaving Samantha all alone,
in the old cold universe."

It was a short hike to Kathy's room.
"And this is your room."
Kathy stuck her head through the door, sniffing like a cat.
"And so, I am to crawl into that cold bed all by myself?"
Vin gave a deep sigh.
"Follow me."

Penny had led Vin down to the second-floor several times,
during the "homework" portion of the afternoon.
She was proud of her "dad" and would show him off, given an opportunity.

Vin lead his entourage to room one, Penny's friend was the upperclassman.
He was the oldest of the senior boys. Penny answered the door stark naked.

"Can Jorgen come out and play?" Vin asked.
Vin was not sure what he was going to say, it turned out he did not have 
to say anything.

As Jorgen came to the door, Kathy opened her bathrobe wide, squatting 
obscenely,
mashing semen from her well fucked vagina, while maintaining perfect eye 
contact.
The tall blonde high school student had a twelve inch erection Penny 
could use for chin ups.
He took a step forward, Kathy took a step back. With the smooth grace of 
a Prima Ballerina
Lady Kathy lowered herself to the carpet spreading her long lovely legs.
People began appearing mysteriously to watch the show.
Penny was on her back next to Kathy, the two women were holding hands.
Sam had his foot long stuck balls deep into Penny.
Kathy turned to face Penny, giving her a smile, mothers reserve for 
their daughters,
slowing her hip motion's so Penny could match her stroke for stroke.
In perfect unison, they would draw back exposing eleven and a half 
inches of glistening
penis, then lunge forward taking it balls deep.
The hall way filled with copulating couples.

Vin felt a warm hand on his erection, it was Edith, looking up at him, 
with her incredibly blue eyes.
"Lift me up."
Edith's arms were too short to go around Vin's neck or chest, so he had 
to hold her skinny thighs
as he lowered her onto his erection.
She looked up, staring at him intently, as he penetrated her.
She smiled scissoring her legs around his waist.
Vin held one arm across her back, as he walked to the elevator, and 
pushed the third floor button.

Edith spent the elevator ride, and the walk to the royal bedroom, 
squirming against Vin's
dick trying to make him come.
Vin laid slowly on his back careful not to decouple Edith.
With a full range of motion available to her, she quit squirming and 
began giving Vin an expert fuck.
Vin made her work for it, he was bone tired and needed sleep, but this 
was too good to pass up.

Lesser women ask stupid questions like:
"Did you come?"
Edith sighed contentedly, leaning forward, she turned her head to the 
side and began
snoring, leaking warm slobbers on Vin's chest.

Vin looked down at Edith's ultra blonde hair, resisting the temptation 
to stroke her
like a Siamese cat, fearing he would wake her.
He remembering the first time he had seen her, in the sex participation 
class.
She had been holding his robe, while staring at his erection.
Vin had been convinced she was an albino, she had the fairest complexion 
he had ever seen.
Her skin did not see to have pores or pigmentation. Her hair was 
unbelievably fine, stroking it
felt like mink or sable. Only in strong sunlight did her hair shine like 
gold.
Only her unbelievably blue eyes, convinced Vin should could not possibly 
be albino.

"Your breakfast Sir." Charles set about making breakfast ready, doing a 
marvelous job of
ignoring the Lilliputian Laplander on top of Vin, who had her own idea 
of how best to wake him up.

"So, Edith, are you planning on joining us for the party today?"
"Oh, yes! Penny has told me all about it! I can hardly wait!"

	 _____

	[ 72 laughing up their tiny little sleeves ]


They had saddled every thing that was saddle broke, and hitched up 
everything with wheels.
It was as though the once monthly cargo ship had arrived at north beach.
Although there was an anticipation rippling through the crowd that the 
cargo ship
had never been able to produce.
With the animal compound approximately one kilometer away everyone could
have walked in less time than it took to organize the parade.
But the object was to have a parade.
Penny had a child sized horse drawn cart hooked up to Tinkerbell, making it
a child sized unicorn cart.
As parade marshal, Vin, wearing a gray morning suit and top hat, went 
first,
riding a beautiful chestnut mare with English saddle.
He was followed by Tinkerbell, Penny, and Edith.
Lady Kathy, Beatrice, Kay, K2, Joan, Samantha and Head Mistress followed
behind Penny in a surrey with fringe on top.
The others followed in hay wagons, buckboards, and carriages.
Everyone was dressed in their Sunday best.

Vin was looking forward to visiting friends, after sitting in judgment 
of the former
Reality Lord, Vin was determined not to follow in his footsteps. For 
decades Vin
had refused to even acknowledge he was capable of performing miracles.
Walking in to find Lady Kathy, in tears, holding the dying Honey Bun, 
ended that.
The fix was relatively trivial, a Lazarus Virus designed for one snake.
As is the way with the universe, nothing is ever statically stable.
Vin thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown watching Lady Kathy
have sex on stage with a "double meat" Angus Bull.
( Zen masters most definitely feel emotion, perhaps even more so than their
unenlightened cousins. )
Lady Kathy's request for a large animal she could safely have sex with,
on the Zoophilia stage, was met with his enthusiastic approval.
Vin did not even pause to consider, he was crossing the line with this 
action.
He set about creating life, working with James, they "borrowed" the 
brain of a
golden retriever dog. This was done with software, no dog was sacrificed.
There "porting base" was a Clydesdale horse, those portions of the brain
that had to remain equine were left in place, everything else was golden 
retriever.
The artificial egg implanted itself in the womb of a Clydesdale mare.
Three hundred forty days later Clyde was born.
Lady Kathy took him home to bottle feed him, and raise him as a house pet.
With his canine intelligence Clyde was easy to housebreak, and would 
heel on a lead.
Poor Clyde's days as a house pet were numbered, two thousand pound animals
simply cannot cohabitate with human beings.

Clyde was the first of many. The menagerie grew slowly over the years.
After Clyde came a double meat Angus Bull named Big Mac.

In time a problem, Vin had not anticipated, presented itself.
That God could and would create imperfect life forms was a given.
Vin had done so with Clyde and Big Mac.
What was less clear what is why God would wish to keep imperfect life 
forms that way forever.
 From a Buddhist standpoint the devil might perpetuate imperfection for 
all eternity as
an act of evil cruelty, but a loving God would never consider it. This 
is the ultimate in "tough love",
proving God does indeed love his imperfect creations.
( If God allows change in heaven, then what do we need earth for? Or 
alternately,
what do we need heaven for? If heaven is a place allowing imperfection 
to evolve into perfection,
then how do we know we are not there already? )
The minor deity known as Vin never considered perpetual imperfection.
He gave all his animals, including the ones he had not created, one IQ 
point per year.
The bonobos starting with almost human intelligence, were now well above 
triple digit
Stanford Binet IQ levels. Vin had given them Internet access long ago.
One of the bonobos had an on line bachelor of science degree in chemical 
engineering.
Vin was currently wrestling with the language problem, he had more or 
less decided,
to give them telepathic ability, as only the bonobos had typing ability.
With a computer science background, Vin viewed this as an inter-process 
communication problem.
To deny Clyde the ability, would return the old evil God problem.

As agreed Lady Kathy acted as mistress of ceremonies.
Everyone watched as Lady Kathy, Beatrice, Kay, K2, Joan, and Samantha
undress with casual efficiency. It soon became obvious why they had been 
wearing
pant suits. They were wearing black fishnet, garden belts, and a half 
bras that
exposed their breasts obscenely.
Vin could sense a small army of 14-year-old penises become rock hard.
"An excellent meal has been prepared for all, but the staff will not 
serve anyone
wearing clothing."
Lady Kathy snapped her black and red garter belt, indicating her 
awareness of the hypocrisy.
( The staff, behind the serving table, was already naked. )

No one lingered over their meal or went back for seconds.
Vin was never able to remember what had been served.

There was a small raised stage in the center of the pavilion.
The crowd fell silent, filled with electric tension, as Lady Kathy took 
to the stage.
Vin had helped his wife work many crowds over the last century, but 
never had he seen one like this.
This was not a crowd of jaded immortal men who had seen most everything, 
many times already.
This was a crowd of high school students who were slack-jawed, glassy 
eyed, and hyperventilating.
Had the pavilion caught fire, they would not have noticed the smoke or 
the flames.
Kathy turned slowly letting everyone admire her beautiful body from all 
angles.
Vin carried an Ottoman on stage, placing it in the center.
Kathy kissed him with love and affection, her eyes sparkling, sharing 
the moment,
the lust, the love, and the raw sexual energy with her husband.
The crowd applauded spontaneously, obviously expecting Vin to fuck his 
wife while they watched.

Kathy smiled at the animal handlers and nodded.
Clyde was led forward.
No one noticed Vin leave the stage and join the crowd.
Kathy and Clyde had done this together once a week for a century.
Vin had watched Clyde fuck his wife over five thousand times, every time 
was as exciting as the first.

Although this time turned out to be different.
The scales fell from Vin's eyes, he saw and he understood.

I am in Moslem heaven. Penny, and Edith are not little girls.
they are hories, female Muslim spirit beings, not earthly women.
They were as artificial as Clyde was.
I have been resisting exposing Harry Mudd's female androids to bestiality
they have been laughing up their tiny little sleeves.

A collective Ahaah! from the crowd brought Vin's attention back.
Horses do not have pointy dicks like a dog, quite the opposite they have a
"gasket" on the end making it "square", well not exactly square but whatever
the opposite of pointed is.
Clyde's dick was a diameter of a two liter pop bottle, the gasket at the 
end appeared
to be the diameter of a dinned plate.
The crowd gasped as Lady Kathy made the tip of this impossible object 
disappear.
The horse and woman began, whores have been fucking equines since they 
invented coins.
But this was more than that, there was an economy of motion, a poetry 
evident here,
something that could not be faked.
Kathy turned her head to the side making eye contact with Vin as the 
impossibly long
and fat elephantine penis disappeared into her body.
Clyde got more than half of it in, then slowly pulled it most of the way 
out, then arching his back hesitating.
The horse was not behaving as any other equine would. A abrupt lunge 
with his incredibly powerful muscles
and he would be in balls deep, and Kathy would be disemboweled.
Roman emperor Caligula had large animals trained to do exactly this, as 
the crowd cheered and applauded.
Horse and woman began making love, matching each others movements exactly.
People who are both liberated and fortunate enough to have observed a 
long time married
couple at it, would have recognized the synchronized poetry of motion.
Watching Kathy and Clyde, was simultaneously obscene, and sublimely 
beautiful.
There was stunned silence as the obscene act concluded.

Clyde Pulled out leaving five hundred milliliters of ejaculate inside Kathy.
( An exceptional horse can manage three hundred milliliters, but Clyde 
was beyond exceptional. )
She remained on her back with her legs widely spread as a line slowly
filed past like a state funeral. Everyone got a good look.
All women can mash semen from their vagina, Kathy had muscle control
sufficient to do the exact opposite, she could pull a gape and hold it.
It appeared Clyde had left her dilated for ever.

Somewhere between Penny demonstrating the bonobos swing and
Beatrice demonstrating kneeling stocks the crowd turned into at a mob.
Vin smiled feeling the electric tension he knew, oh so well.
Kay, K2, Joan, and Samantha were less into animals than Kathy and Beatrice
so they set about servicing the forty seven upperclassmen.
They had competition, both the female bonobos and Big horn sheep were
excellent at giving head, if you resisted, they would swap ends, 
offering you
their vagina. They had been doing tourist, for decades, and were good at it.

No one noticed Vin on stage with three upper-class women who shared his view
that Chimpanzees were butt ugly.

Sometime later Vin was wandering aimlessly being a shameless voyeur.
Women could fuck nonstop for three days and three nights, at least some 
women could.
Men on the other hand, even men with electrically stimulated prostates, 
and chemically
pumped penises, at some point find greater pleasure in watching them doing.
It is one of the many areas where men and women cannot truly communicate.
Vin had long since gotten over any self-consciousness at deriving 
pleasure from watching.
This show was worth watching.

	[ 73 Kate ]

Vin felt a hand on his arm, he reached over, placing his hand on top of 
the warm fingers
as an accepting gesture, as he turned his head to see who was seeking 
his company.
It was Kathy.
"So did you run out of vitamins for the large animals?"
Vin asked, leaning forward to get a good view of her womanhood and semen 
coated thighs.
"Actually you seem to be the one taking vitamins." Kathy said closing a 
warm hand around his manhood.
The average penis length on planet Earth is five inches, whereas the 
average woman
can accommodate a nine inch penis. ( This results in over two hundred 
miles of unused
pussy on Manhattan Island alone. )
On Valhalla the average women can accommodate a twelve inch penis, and 
the average man
has a seven inch tool. To keep his two inch competitive advantage Vin 
had equipped himself
with a nine incher.

Vin started to make a throwing-a-hot-dog-down-a-hallway comment but bit 
his tong,
remembering the painfully shy and embarrassed young lady he had fallen 
in love with long ago.
"I hope you did not seek me out to have oral sex?" he said instead.
"No just your company."
Vin was suddenly aware he had not had sex with his number one wife, in 
about ninety days.
It had only been about five days for Kathy, as the Davis Straight slice 
suspends when Vin
was not there.
"I was thinking of that marvelous vacation we took in Japan, where we 
soaked in hot pools
and talked about whatever we wanted."
"I wish we could go right now."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Follow Me."
They zig zaged around sexual furniture, copulating couples, and marble 
Ionian columns.
Kathy was getting used to Vin's nine-princes-in-amber walks, so she 
turned around slowly.
The pavilion was gone.
Kathy continued her slow turn scanning three hundred sixty degrees.
There were palm trees in all directions.
"Where are we?"
"Father Damien's leper colony on the Makanalua Peninsula on the north 
side of Molokai."
"You brought a date to a leper colony?"
"Well not exactly."
"What part of, not exactly, should I find reassuring?
"The part about this being a parallel universe, we are the first humans 
ever to set foot here."
"So there are no lepers?"
"No, none whatsoever."

They heard the ocean, and smelled the salt, before a bend in the trail 
revealed their destination.
Ropes had been strung between ten or twelve palm trees, supporting a large
canvas sail, giving shade over a large area.
On the "down wind" side of the compound was an old-fashioned wood stove,
on the "up wind" side was a grass hut for sleeping.
Kathy prowled around, poking into everything, reminding Vin of a Siamese 
cat,
checking out new living accommodations.
Vin was lounging in one of the numerous hammocks.
"Finding every thing?"
"Everything but the bidet!"
"I am being a poor host." Vin exclaimed, leaping out of his hammock.
"Follow Me."
It was a short walk. ( Vin had taken liberties with the geology and 
geography.)

"The series of hot to warm waterfalls in the center, I borrowed from 
southern
Mexico, the Pink and White Terraces on either side, I borrowed from New 
Zealand.
The locals called them, mile-of-white and mile-of-pink, they are not of 
course
a mile long, but the large number of pools draining into each other, 
insure one is exactly the right temperature.
The steam bath cave, over there, I borrowed from Guatemala.
Let us start with a warm shower. "

A long time later they were lounging in one of the pools in the " mile 
of white"
"So what do they do for a night life around here?"
"You are the night life."
"I see ... do you send out for a pizza, to get me in the mood?"
"Actually I lowered some coconuts, in to a fumerol before I joined you 
in the shower."
"Yummy! Hot coconut, can I have Italian sausage, and Canadian bacon on 
mine?"
"Did you remember to bring your cell phone?"
"I am sure you will spear a fish with a sharp stick or something."
"Will you trade me half a fish for sexual favors?"
"After two or three days I expect that will sound like a good idea!"

They spent the next couple of weeks living a life of leisure, eating, 
sleeping,
making love, bathing when they felt like it.
This world had rings, not moons, the rings were highly inclined, all most
forty five degrees above the equator, giving a marvelous light, all 
night long.

They lived on a typical Polynesian diet, if you accept the Polynesians 
ate a lot of rice.
Vin felt Poi was borderline disgusting. As in Valhalla, food grows on trees,
although here in paradise it grows on palm trees.
The coconuts would always fall around midnight, so the trick was to 
avoid wandering around in the dark.
(There was actually four varieties of Poi Available, beef, chicken, pork 
and shrimp flavored.)
In addition to a plethora of food items the "coconuts" also produced 
stout, porter, hard cider, and champagne.
There was an ice cave, so if Vin was sufficiently motivated he could
have cold champagne or cider with his prawns saut�ed in spicy coconut cream.
( Vin was grateful Kathy never asked how local geological conditions 
could produce an ice cave. )

Back before Lazarus, women would ask questions like:
"Have you been fucking the floozy next-door?"
Post Lazarus they might say:
"Have you fallen in love with the floozy next-door?"
The institution of marriage, along with the religious institutions that 
champion it had changed with the times,
as they always do in an evolving society.
( Religion never admits to changing with the times as this interferes 
with it's ability
to market the main product: The concept that change can be avoided over 
infinite time. )

Vin was husking coconuts, driving them down on a pointed stake, to snap 
the husk off.
Kathy had stopped to watch.
"So, have you fallen in love with Penny?"
"Damn!" Vin said, he had missed his swing and bruised his knuckles.
He looked up, making eye contact with his wife's beautiful blue eyes.
"Yes."
He continued looking at her for awhile.
"And you?"
"Yes."
"Well, we can either send her away or adopt her."
"I guess if never have my own little girl, it is the next best thing."
"Why will you never have your own little girl?"
"You, have never asked!"
"What would I ask?"
"Oh, something like, have you ever thought of having a little girl?"
"Ok, have you ever thought of having a little girl?"
"Only if the man I love, promises to treat her properly so she will not 
suffer as I did."
"Did you suffer?"
"Yes, I loved my father, my mother drove him away at knife point, to die 
an early death as an alcoholic."
"Well if you don't attack me with a knife, history will not repeat."
Kathy just looked at him, with a blank expression.
Suddenly Vin knew, with absolute certainty he knew.
"Your father was not fondling you, when she broke into the room?"
"No."
"It was not the first time?"
"No."
"You did not deflower yourself with your mothers soup ladle?"
"No, I seduced him, he was my lover, and she took him from me."
"I don't see, what I can do to change any of this."
Kathy just looked at him, with a blank expression.
"You can't be serious!"
"Do you plan to have the butler do it?"
"What does the butler have to do with this?"
"What I am saying, my dearly beloved, partially retarded husband,
it my daughter will attend Henderson High just like Penny."
Vin did not recall looking for a place to sit.
"You are sure about all this?"
"Never been more sure of anything in my life."
"Maybe I can gen up an Egyptian pharaoh slice, I can become Ramses II.
He had several family members in his harem. One of his sisters and three 
of his daughters
were royal wives."
"What ever floats your boat. As long as my daughter does not go through 
what I did."
"Have you ever discuss this with your mother?"
"No."
"Have you on ever wondered why she has collected so many advanced 
degrees in psychology?"
"No."
"She has been preparing herself for the day, you do."
"She killed my lover."
"She was a minister's daughter, surely you did not expect her to stand 
there and smile,
or maybe to crawl in bed with the two of you."
"No, I guess not."
"You may not realize, we have called each other Mom and Son, for years,
we have done play-pretend mother-son incest for decades. She is not the same
woman who threatened your lover with a knife.
She is trying to meet you half way."
"What would I say."
"What ever you want, she is a licensed psychiatrist."
"But I am so angry with her."
"And you think she doesn't know this?"
"Oh, Vin I don't deserve you!"
"Probably true, but I put up with you because you're such a good fuck."
"What do I have to do to get pregnant?"
"Goodness, you really have refused to discuss things with your mother."
"I want to know!"
"Ok, you tell me I get to name her, then have unsafe sex with me."
"What is her name?"
"Kate."
"Ok, lets go make Kate." Kathy said, standing and holding her hand out.

Hello Central
You rang?
I know you don't consciously snoop on my live, but if you review the 
lats ten minutes or so...
I see, so you need in genetics program?
Not just any program, I want access to the program that produced Penny 
and Edith.
Done.
Ok, were going for genetic perfection here, no recessive defects whatsoever.
Lets dump all the selfish DNA, as long as it truly has no function.
Kate must look like her mother. Kathy has never liked her breasts, let's 
look
at Beatrice and Samantha for perfect breasts. Lets do a complete 
inventory on
Penny and Edith I am sure we will find valuable things there.
And yourself Sir?
Human bearings contain an awful lot of DNA, I'm sure we can incorporate
one or two pieces of my own, so I can claim to be the biological father.

They made long slow tender love.
Buddhist believe sexual love is, what attracts a wandering soul to 
incarnate.
Like all tenets of major religions this can either be proven nor disproved.
"So am I pregnant now."
"The things women worry about, I was wondering how I will know I am 
really the father."
"Silly man, you suppose I've been doing dolphins in the bay?"
"Have you?"
"I didn't know there were dolphins, show me!"
"If she turns out to be, a real good swimmer I'm going to wonder."
"Is it a she?"
"You may not be able to order a pizza in this place, but you can order 
up a baby girl."
"So am I pregnant, with a baby girl?"
"Yes."

They continued their their vacation, not doing much of anything, not 
even working hard at being lazy.
One day Kathy said:
"I feel bad about all those people in suspended animation just so we can 
layabout drinking rum and
coconut juice."
"Don't worry, I didn't suspend Valhalla when we left."
"Good God They will be worried sick, looking for us."
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"We have only been gone about twelve seconds."
"How is this possible?"
"This universe, is only about one hundred kilometers across,
CPU cost of maintaining it is nothing, we can stay here for a year, 
returning to a sex orgy going full swing."
"How would I explain having a three-month-old baby?"
"Ah, yes the old Nefertiti, Moses problem."
"What?"
"Did Nefertiti find Moses in the bulrushes, or did Nefertiti say she 
found Moses in the bulrushes?"
"A strange man has fathered my child."
"Strange and stupid are not the same thing."
"How so?"
"Well, for example, the smart move, is to keep you here till the baby is 
born, so I don't have to worry about
people chaining you to tables, fucking you with fire extinguishers."
"I would never do that."
"In the past or in the future?"
"I love our little girl, I would never do anything to harm her."
"That's a good beginning.
So do you want to give birth on Davis Straight or Penny's world?"
"I'm not sure I'd trust Victorian medical science."
"You point is well taken, however with James doing the obgyn work, you 
don't have to fear any complications."
"Hadn't thought of it that way, so as Reality Lord, you can guarantee me 
a safe childbirth?"
"I can and I do."
"Penny told me about the sex participation classes, I'll bet they never 
saw anything like child birth."
"Some of them may run off and joint a nunnery afterwords."
"Oh pooh, it 'll be good for them!"
"What ever you say."
"So, when do we head back?"
"Are you anxious to rejoin the sex orgy?"
"No, I have sworn off large animals, and large objects, for the next 
nine months."
"No, more over inflated vaginas, with fat men jumping on your belly as 
you scream?"
"No!"
"What about, small objects and small animals?"
"That depends, on whether you consider you're self a small object?"
"Hoisted on my own petard." Vin muttered.
"Well I figure if you're otherwise engaged, ... and I'm real careful?"
She said, reaching for his erection.
Further conversation became impossible.

"So do we walk back, I'm not sure I remember the way."
"This may be better."
There was a cyclic wheezing, groaning noise.
The vworp vworp noise was synchronized with a flashing blue
light on top of a London circa 1950 police call box.
"Oh I remember this, Dr No."
"Who." Vin corrected.
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Hey, it really is bigger on the inside!"
"Dimensionally transcendental." Vin offered.

	[ 74 Thursday ]

They rematerialized in the bedroom across the hall from Vin's
gigantic King's bedroom.
A month of doing absolutely nothing left them feeling lethargic so they
sacked out in the super king sized bed.
They awoke to find they were not alone, Penny had crawled into bed with 
them.
At least Kathy awoke to find they were not alone.
Vin awoke to find one medium and one small warm hand on his dick, and a 
conversation in progress.
"You know, Penny, every Thursday we have friends over to the house for a 
party,
and we would be honored if you and Joan would join us."
"What sort of party?"
"A sex party."
"Can I bring Winston?"
"Well, I'm not sure, is he a friend of yours?"
"Oh, yes, a very good friend, let me show you how good."
Penny put two fingers in her mouth, and produced a wolf whistle, that caused
Vin to bounce half a foot off the mattress.
There were carpeted stairs surrounding most of the giant bed.
Winston was up the stairs in a flash, smiling with enthusiasm, his 
tongue hanging out.
Vin gasp as Kathy's fist clutched his penis painfully.
Kathy had seen most everything, in a century working in a whorehouse, 
but watching Penny do Winston
got through to her.
Her normally blue eyes, had a hard steel look to them, as she rolled 
onto her back.
"Put it in there!" She commanded.
Vin did as instructed.
They were not making love, Kathy was not even screwing Vin, she was 
masturbating using his dick as a dildo.

Sometime later, after the two women had swapped partners a couple of times,
amply demonstrating the sexual endurance advantage women enjoy, Vin 
pulled on the
silken bell rope at the head of the bed.
"Charles please bring three breakfast in bed trays, and one dog bowl."

"So, when do we go to the sex party in the other world?"
Kathy hesitated, so Vin jumped in.
"Beatrice, Samantha and your mother will need a day of rest first."
"Oh." Penny said, trying unsuccessfully to hide her disappointment.

	_____

Vin and Kathy had been doing their Thursday night wife swap for over a 
century,
always with Kathy acting as hostess, making announcements, and generally
ensuring that everyone had a good time.
Quite a few eyebrows went up as Vin stepped forward.
"I have an announcement to make." The room fell silent, obviously this 
was not a trivial announcement.
"Lady Kathy is with child, we are expecting a baby girl in the middle of 
May."
There was wild cheering and applause, Lady Kathy stepped forward 
blushing and nodding."
"I am the father I think." Which earned Vin a solid punch in the arm, 
and loud laughter.
The men laughed at the statement, the women hesitated laughing at the punch.

It was Lady Kathy's turn.
"I actually got pregnant in a parallel universe, I went to find why my 
husband was
spending so much time there. He is the headmaster of a girls school, 
tiny little girls, hundreds of them.
I smuggled two of them back, so you can see what I am talking about.
Penny, Edith come on out!"
They were wearing tiny bathrobes, but that was not what caused Vin's 
heart to skip a beat.
Penny had strawberry blonde eyebrows and eyelashes, Edith's eyebrows and 
eyelashes we're invisible.
Beatrice had done a Hollywood quality makeup job on both girls.
It was not vaudeville comedy I-am-a-tiny-whore-makeup. They were beautiful!
World class heart stopping, make your nuts ache, beautiful.

With casual ease, both girls hopped up on the overbuilt padded coffee-table.
Penny went first, handing her petite bathrobe to her mother.
She did a slow three-sixty leading everyone admire her sixty five pound 
body.
She laid her tiny hand on Vin's shoulder.
"Vin turned me from a girl into a woman, he was very kind and gentle, 
although
he did not allow me to sleep." She paused. " Not the first night, anyway."

Maybe I can go to the leper colony parallel universe, by myself, and 
stay there forever.
As everyone in the room watched with lust and envy, Penny leaned over 
and kissed Vin sweetly on the lips.
Maybe , tomorrow.

Edith when next, she climbed out of her bathrobe, handing it to Vin, 
while staring
at his erection. She made eye contact verifying, Vin remembered their 
first meeting
in the sex participation class.
"I was next, after he deflowered my best friend. He instructed his 
servants to bring me
to his bedroom, where he took my virginity as well.
He tells me I am being trained to work in a brothel , where I will 
service hundreds of men a night.
I don't know what to do, after thirty or forty I become sore!"
She looked up, sweetly, apparently not noticing every man had an 
erection she could stand on.
"Are there less than forty men here tonight? If you are gentle with me, 
I am willing to try."
God, she knows how to work a crowd, what will she be like when she grows up?
She laid on her back, and spread her legs.
"Ok, Vin I am ready."
The room was silent, every eye riveted to the tiny body on the coffee table.
Definitely tomorrow. Vin thought as he penetrated her.
Edith hooked her heels into the back of Vin's buttocks, matching him 
stroke for stroke,
to the sound of enthusiastic applause.

	_____

	[ 75 They danced the hoochie coochie ]

The LFA convention, had morphed, over the decades, into an alternate 
Fleet Week.
There were most of the sex-ware exhibitors and all the food vendors.
The before show, stage production, was much more professional now.
The show began with a giant screen video production:
The camera moved through a doorway, in to judge Wilcox's office, where 
he was shuffling papers.
"There you are!" He said looking up at the camera.
The camera moved back to reveal, Vin, his four wives, his four children, 
plus
Penny, Princess , k2 and Edith.
"The papers are ready." The judge declared.
They formed a line and began signing.
The judge asked each in turn if they understood the significance of what 
they were doing.
When Princess stepped forward he spoke to her.
"Princess, you are legally an adult, and have been so for decades, 
signing these adoption
papers is purely symbolic, in your case, not even legally binding."
"Vin and Kathy will always be Mom and dad to me." she said with tears in 
her eyes."
"Ok then, everyone raise your right hand."

There were well over a thousand people in the audience, the applause was 
thunderous.
Vin let the applause build and continue before he signaled they stagehand.
The curtain went up to reveal, Penny, Princess , k2 and Edith in a 
chorus line.
They were wearing their makeup, they were beautiful.
They were dressed, or more accurately not dressed, in their trademark 
black fishnet stockings, garden belts,
and a half push-up bras.
The stage lights were trained on their little girl, naked vaginas.
They had all shave themselves.
The hovering paparazzi, with their shoulder mounted cameras, produced a 
porno movie shoot effect that
added to the obscenity of it all.
Arabic music began playing, the four small female bodies began writhing 
in time to the music.
They danced the hoochie coochie.
They did not get it letter perfect, there were several missteps, which 
added to the little girl appeal
of the production.
At the end they squatted, arms wrapped around each other, shooting 
plastic roll on deodorant
balls from their shaved vaginas.

The crowd went wild.
Definitely the right show, for a packed house, packed with seventeen 
hundred pedophiles!
Vin thought, as he walked naked onto the stage.

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