"What IDIOT thought this was a good idea?" Margie grabbed her kids and hustled them under cover. The screams of the men being clawed at were heartrending. The barely organized military forces were being overwhelmed. Firing their weapons as they retreated, they tried to protect the innocents from the ravening horde. Macy's was having a pick-up.

"Mark, we have to get you under protection behind the Marines. If those women see you they will stampede." Margie was showing only her head over the devastation of the clearance blouses table. There were a few other women acting similarly. She was not worried about them since they were mainly clothed. It was the naked women that were a danger right now. "Ok, over there by the escalators, those three Marines should be able to hold them off for a while. We are going to duck walk over to that last aisle then sprint across. Try to keep me between you and the mob. Cathy, you go across first. The Marines will protect you and those harpies aren't after thirteen-year-old girls."

"Ok, Mom." Cathy calmly crossed the open space and slipped in behind the group of Marines trying to protect about twenty assorted people. Then it was Margie and Mark's turn. Mark was just too tall and large to hide behind his mother. She was five foot tall and maybe one hundred fifteen pounds. He was six foot two inches and almost one ninety. At fifteen he had played Varsity linebacker his first year on the team. Now at sixteen, he was a local star, that is, if he lived until tomorrow. His mom tripped and he grabbed her up and ran behind the lines.

There was a howl from the Mob. A group of twenty turned from the shoe department and started after the young hunk with the Marines. Those that had not torn their own clothes off had lost them in the melee. These were the jackals. Unable to bag the first victims and unable to drive off the more fierce predators, they were milling around the edges of the feast, when they spotted a prime buck, separated from the herd. Licking their lips in anticipation, they moved in. "Hey sweetie, you don't need to run from us. You're a real hunk. What's your CAP Score? If you can get me out of here, you can do ANYTHING." The mob spread out, jostling for position, trying to be behind the one the Marines shot at. There were all types; from teenagers to grandmothers, from the anorexic to the obese. Black, white, brown, red, yellow, and maybe even purple with pink polka dots. No, that one was just in some weird cat suit.

As they closed in, a British accent was heard to say, "Mad, they have all gone crazed! Open fire! Drop anyone that does not lay down." The Marines made quick work of the pack with their stingers.

In the momentary lull, Margie plucked up her nerve and confronted the British officer. "Lieutenant, whose bright idea was this, anyway? There could not POSSIBLY be a worse day to try a pickup here."

"Sorry, it's Ensign actually. They have consolidated and changed the rank designations so there is now an Ensign, then a Leftenant, then a Commander, then..."

"You're still just a butter-bar." Margie was referring to the gold bar on his collar that traditionally designated the lowest level of officers. "Did you even THINK to ask an NCO if this was a good idea?" Margie had a full head of steam.

"Uhhm, the AI picked out the location for us, we needed a few extra women for the spares pool. Our last few pickups were a few concubines short. The AI said that there were several large clumpings of women forming with very few men. We usually have problems with the men, not the women. What has gotten into them?" The ensign was totally confused, but at least he kept his eyes scanning for trouble.

"It's Black Friday." No sign of comprehension in his eyes. "The day after Thanksgiving?" One of the other Marines bit off an expletive in an American accent. One penny had dropped. "It's the biggest shopping day of the year." A flicker of insight passed over the face.

A voice sprang from a speaker mounted on the officer's battle harness. "Actually that seems to be a myth. The shopping day known as Black Friday is generally in the top ten shopping days of the year and usually falls around number five. The name derives fro..."

"Oh, shut up. You were the one that sent these idiots down here in the first place."

The AI was momentarily silent. "I do not understand why this chaos has erupted. Could you explain it to me?"

Margie thought a moment. "Mankind has been slowly been coming more civilized, less aggressive. The least aggressive portion of Humanity is generally made up of the women. The men were the hunters and the warriors. The women were the gatherers and the homemakers. Now, there are few places that women are allowed to display their remaining aggression. One of the few ways that is accepted, even praised, is in shopping for sales. This is the biggest shopping day, in terms of traffic and the number of people shopping. We, the women, are all pumped up on adrenaline and we are ready to do combat for our sales. This is the day that we do battle for our family. Then, you come in and disrupt the proceedings. You have placed another priority need right in their faces; the need to find a strong mate, the need to protect their children. Even if they don't have any, they, we, all know that this is it, instinctively. You have unleashed one of the primal forces of an overly aggressive Humanity. She heard a snort from the sergeant, turned to him and gave a little wink.

The AI spoke again. "How do we stop it?"

"Shoot the ringleaders. They're the ones that are just fighting to be fighting, and the ones egging the others on." The Marines looked out on the mob and started sniping.

Mark stepped up besides his Mother. "Hey short stuff, pretty feisty for someone that I can put in my pocket." He kissed her on the top of her head. "Look at that blonde over there, she could try out for Xena." He pointed to a tall, twenty something, blonde with magnificent breasts. They were hanging free from the tatters of her bra. She was standing near the dressing rooms so he figured she had popped out without a top on when the balloon went up. There were three women, several girls, and one nebbish of a man cowering behind her. She was battling two teens and a middle-aged woman who looked enough alike to be mother and daughters. "Hey, Sergeant, can you zap those three? It looks like the blonde is just protecting the ones behind her." The sergeant complied and by the time the blonde and her charges had joined them, the riot had died out.

"Magnificent!" The Blonde looked over at the Boy. Then she looked down at her boobs.

"Down boy." When she looked back at Mark, she noticed that he was actually looking into her eyes, not her nipples. "Sorry, I thought..."

"Uhh, that's okay, I noticed them, too, but Dad says it's not polite to stare at a woman's chest, even a great looking one like yours. Oops. I didn't mean to say that out loud. Uhh, but I was talking about the way you were fending off the wicked stepmother and the two ugly stepsisters. You obviously are going into the Marines."

"Uhh, no. I got a 6.4. The AI says I am not aggressive enough."

"Well, that's stupid." Mark had an inspiration. "Uhh, My name is Mark. And I have a 7.2. Wou... Would you let me see your CAP Card please?" The Blonde blushed but retrieved her little purse from the dressing room and fished the card out. As Mark memorized her name, Brenda, and her CAP Score, 6.4 as advertised, the Marine sergeant handed him a Card reader. The scores surprised Mark. "Look at this. Nothing below a five, with sixes, some sevens and even one that's an eight! What's that one? Ohh!" He had blushed as soon as he tapped the icon for the 8.0. "Sorry, that's your sex score. I uhh, didn't mean to get too personal."

Brenda giggled. "Nothing personal, he says. You're checking me out to be your sex slave. Look, I need to see you shirtless as well." He pulled out his polo shirt and tugged it off. "That's good, you have some nice muscle definition, but you still look human. Maybe we better check for battle damage. My shoulder is a bit sore, could you unhook me?" She turned her back on him and presented her bra hook. He was nervous even though both breasts were already showing. He was going to have to touch her in front of his mother. Mark glanced over and saw that his mom was sitting and talking to another mother type. Cathy was watching though. He unhooked the bra but he was not done. "Can you pass the ends forward? I have to undo the shoulder straps." As he reached forward, the rest of the bra dropped down her arms as she suddenly stepped back and clasped her elbows in, trapping his arms. His bare chest was against her bare back with his arms out to her front. "Take a hold of them." She leaned her head back alongside of his. "We need to see if there are any tender spots." Her voice was getting a bit husky. She had backed her hips up to him and was rubbing her cheek against his.

"I say! Good news, young lady! The AI agrees with us, your aggression score has been adjusted. Brenda, you now have an official CAP Score of 6.6. You can be picked up as a volunteer and you will get your choice of two concubines as well." The Ensign looked like he had just saved a busload of school children from going over a cliff.

"RATS!" Mark nearly exploded. "Sir, you have GOT to work on your timing!"

Brenda just about collapsed in giggles. Luckily, she was still wrapped up in Mark's arms and he had a firm grip on her by the breasts. "Don't worry Mark, we now know two things. First, you have perfect C-cup hands. Nice warm ones. Second, I am going to look you up once we are settled in on that ship. We still need to check for damage. I think I will have to be checked from head to toe, and maybe we have to stress test some parts. You should be checked out as well." She gently extricated herself from his arms, gave him a very passionate kiss, and went off to find some concubines.

Mark turned to his mother and sister. Cathy was wide-eyed and seemed to be having problems with her hands in her lap. He decided it was best to ignore that. Let Mom deal with it. Cathy was sitting next to another girl about the same age, with the same lap problems. Mom, whoa! Mom had her blouse open, she seemed to have lost her bra, and her pants were unfastened at the waistband. The woman sitting next to her was also available to view. She had one hand in his mom's blouse. His mom had one hand in the lady's pants, and another in her blouse, obviously caressing the lady's tit. "Uhh, maybe I should go away for a bit."

"No, Mark, we need to talk to you. It is Mark?" It was the other woman asking. "I'm Marilyn. I get four concubines. I'm taking Margie, your mom, and that wimpy guy there and his wife, the redhead." She gestured towards the guy that Brenda had been protecting and one of the women from that batch. "We've talked the Marines into picking up your father when we get your little brother. Mainly because they like the way she stood up to that AI. Margie assures me that your father will thrill me in bed. As you can see, I like women too. Margie says she can handle that if her husband is with us. However I have a little problem, two problems actually."

Through all of this, his mother was getting her breast fondled and she was obviously responding to this. "Margie, stand up and strip. Yes, everyone will see you. Your son will see you. Your daughter will see you. And they will see what you do. And you will do everything I say or I won't take your family." Marilyn stood and dropped her own blouse and skirt on the floor. She had already removed her panties and did not have a bra. She sat back down, with her legs spread about a foot apart at the knees. When Margie stood, Mark started to face away. He didn't want to embarrass his mom. "Stop. Mark, you need to watch this."

"Why? Why are you embarrassing my mom like this?" Mark started to get angry.

"She needs it. There are other ways that I could teach her this lesson, but they would be worse I think. Would you rather I had her have sex with a couple of stray guys here? She's a strong woman. She'll be in charge of my household when I'm not there. The other two are followers. She has to submit to me and have her face pushed into it just a bit. Actually, just like this. Margie? Start licking." Margie had lost her clothes. She was in pretty good shape. At thirty-eight, she played tennis, biked and ran. She did aerobics but only when the weather was bad. Mark could not help but notice that his mom shaved herself bare. His eyes were locked on that fact long enough to notice that there was a glistening of moisture between her lips. Her breasts were smallish but very well formed for a mother of three. And her face was looking right at him.

"Oops. Sorry, Mom, but, uhh. Nope, keeping my mouth shut, now." There was a glint of her irrepressible humor in her eye. She even broke into a grin, before dropping to her knees and diving in. He was not sure at first when she raised her ass from her heels, but when she spread her legs a bit and put her hands on her butt, he knew he was getting a show on purpose. Mark figured that he had better find a chair. The fabric of his slacks was tenting a bit. Well, more than a bit.

Marilyn seemed surprised by Margie's energy. "Oh, my. She isn't a newby. Oh, yes! Well, she's holding up to her part. Here is the deal. I am thoroughly bisexual and I am going to have every woman in my Harem doing this a LOT. But there are two things I don't really want to do. One is to do it with young girls, and two is to do it with my daughter." She gestured to the girl sitting beside Cathy. Both of them were nude from the waist down and their fingers were flying as they watched Margie and Marilyn, as well as other women in the area doing similar things. "Oh, yes, keep it up down there. As I was saying, well, I am lying a bit. I do want to do those things. I REALLY want to, but I don't think I had better. I will go off the deep end and that will be all I want to do. Young girls. Now, if I had some self-control about this, there would not be a problem, but I don't. So, Margie, the Marines and I have made a deal. You get both of the girls."

"I what?" Mark looked back over his shoulder and found that the two thirteen-year-olds were locked in a classic sixty-nine. He faced Marilyn and Margie and found that Marilyn had given herself to the moment; she was rapidly escalating to a huge orgasm. The sounds of a grown woman screaming and two teenaged girls groaning out their orgasms into each other's pussies pumped his penis to an uncomfortable state of rigidity. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything but sex.

"Sir? The Marines say you are volunteer. If so, are you still needing of a young lady?" There was an exotic, foreign flavor to the voice. He opened his eyes to a pair of Asian female faces. Very pretty faces.

"I beg your pardon. Were you addressing me?" Margie had always stressed politeness. He started to stand in the presence of the women, but they were standing right in front of him and the younger one was totally nude from her ankles up. He could not stand without bumping into her.

"This is my daughter, June. She is shy, but she is good girl. She has CAP Score of 5.3, that's a very good score. You nice boy. Good looking boy. You save her." Mark noticed June's eyes rolling a bit.

"Let me talk to June, please. You sit over there." He waited for the mother to move out of earshot. "Ok, what's the story?" He had her sit in the chair beside him.

"Well, it's pretty much what she said, except I'm not THAT shy. I was just trying to get out of her sight before I stripped and found some guy to seduce. Mother is from Vietnam and she didn't get over here until the late eighties. Her dad was a G.I. My dad was killed in a car accident five years ago." Mark was discretely checking June out. She had a medium golden skin tone, pretty much all over from what he could see, beautiful glossy black hair, with a bit more wave than the usual Asian, and a slim build. Not as slim as some pure Asian girls though. She had definite curves.

"Uhh, was your dad white, or Asian? And how old are you, anyway?"

"He was a hybrid like my mom." She grinned at the word. "Mother was Vietnamese and Caucasian. Dad was Black and Vietnamese. And I'm nineteen. It's too bad my sister isn't here, She's only sixteen, but she inherited her boobs and ass from Daddy's side of the gene pool." By the time she finished she was feeling sad about leaving her family behind.

"Ok, let me see your CAP card please. And while I am looking at that, will you please look at each couple or whatever. Let me know if there is anything you see out there that you won't do. You sound like a smart girl. You know that you are asking to be my slave, right?" Mark looked her in the eyes.

"Yeah. I'm not a virgin. I have done a lot of the stuff I see here. Most of the rest I can handle, I guess. But I am not doing that!" She pointed to a group of people, male and female.

At first Mark was not sure what was different about what they were doing. Straight sex, oral sex, anal sex, hmmm. He saw some others doing that. "What am I missing? I see straight, oral and anal in that group as well."

"They are doing Oral to clean up after the Anal. Junie don't swing that way!" June sounded pretty huffy.

"Ohh, Missed that. Uhh, I think, 'Yuck!' is the appropriate word. June, I can't promise. Never is a LONG time. But I don't see how I would EVER want that to happen anywhere around me. Uhh, how about the girl-girl stuff?"

"I've been putting off having a boyfriend lately. My college roommate keeps me well relaxed, and uhh, May and I have fooled around a bit. May's my sister."

"Oh, yeah! Speaking of sisters, I have a situation." Mark looked over at Marilyn and Margie. They were kind of entwined with each other, while sitting, facing him, watching him deal with June.

Mark looked towards Cathy and the other girl. They were in an identical pose, smiling at Mark. He pointed at them and then pointed firmly at the floor right in front of him. They un-entwined and scampered over to stand in front of him. "You two know what your mothers have planned for you?" They started to talk, but he put a finger to his lips. "Nod your heads." They glanced at their mothers then back to him and nodded.

"Mom. Why should I do this? I understand Marilyn's problem. Is there another one?" Mark had a feeling where this was going.

"Well, neither Cathy or Grace particularly like the looks of Mr. Simpson. And neither Marilyn nor I think that your father should be breeding Cathy." Cathy had a sudden stunned look on her face. Obviously she had not thought of that. After a moment she shyly raised her hand.

"Go ahead, Cath'. What do you need to say?" Mark was amused that she had gone to the extreme of the hand raise. She must believe the situation to be serious.

"Ok, I thought I knew the rules, I thought thirteen-year-olds were only oral sex. Breeding is not oral sex. Either that or my health teacher is really confused." She had to put that last in.

"Cathy, you turn fourteen in four months. That makes you fair game."

"Oh. Ohh! Then that means you and me... OH!" A whole new batch of light bulbs was going off in Cathy's head. "Uhh, ok, I don't know how much say I have in this, but okay. I can do any of it. I could do it with Daddy too, but I think I will like it more with Mark. And I like what Grace and I just did." She blushed to her belly, but continued. "I could do that with Marilyn or even Mom. And I think Mark's new girl is beautiful." She looked pointedly at June.

"Grace? Do you feel the same way?" Grace just blushed and nodded.

"So, if I have you two take my pants down and give me a blow job, you are okay with that?

Margie gasped, but shushed herself. Marilyn just smiled. The girls looked at each other then dropped to their knees and tried to get to his zipper. "June, you had better show them how or the zipper will have to be surgically removed." As June dropped down between the other girls, Mark looked for June's mother. He gestured for her to approach. She was trying not to stare at the girls and his now freed erection. "You have June's CAP Card?"

"Yes." She smiled and opened pulled a card from her purse. When he took it from her hand, she exclaimed. "No, that my Card. This is June." He put June's into his reader, but did not release the one that was labeled Mai. After seeing no bad scores, he swapped cards. Mai had higher parenting skills, but quite a bit more submissiveness.

"Mai? Do you have more family at home? I know of May."

"Tranh is my son. Eight." Mai was nervous.

Mark looked for a nearby Marine. He spotted the sergeant. Just then, June's instructions finished and Cathy jammed him into her mouth. "Errrk. Easy there, Sis. No teeth!" He had started going limp, and the abrupt scraping set him back further. "Just slow and easy. Get used to it. I have to talk some more. Mmm, that's better. Use your tongue." He waved at the Marine sergeant. "Uhh, Sarge? Has our family got any more credit with you guys? If I take this lady, we need to pick up her eight-year-old. If I do that, can we pick up her sixteen-year-old daughter as well?"

"Yeah, we can do that. One chance though. If she isn't there, sorry." Seeing that he was not needed any more, he backed off.

"Mai. Do you want to come with me? You June, May, Tranh. All with me."

"You husband June and May. I Mama-san?" Mai did not look like she really thought that.

"June, please translate." June had to disengage her fingers from Grace's little pussy. "Mai, if you come with me, you, May and June will be my slaves. If I say you have my child you will. You will do this," He pointed to Cathy's current actions. "and that." He pointed to some relatively straightforward anal sex. "And lots of that." Now he pointed to his mother who was sitting on the face of the other female concubine while Marilyn was riding the husband. "Tranh will be mine to raise and he will be my slave as well when he is fourteen. I will not touch him that way, but he will be made to produce children as well. If you want Tranh and May to live, you will stand now and take your clothes off." He waited for June to finish her translation and the few inevitable questions. As Mai surrendered to the knowledge of exactly what he was asking for, he gently pushed Cathy away. "More later, Sis. It's fourth and goal and I need to score a touchdown and a two-point conversion."

"But you play defense."

"Shh!" He swatted at her head and barely ruffled her hair.

Mai stood and stood her clothes off. She was a bit slimmer than June, but just as beautiful. She could not have been over forty and she looked even younger. She willingly came into his arms before he sat down pulling her into his lap. As nervous as she was, she rapidly became passionate in response to his kisses. After he played with her pussy a bit, she was wet and squirming. He lifted her and turned her back to him. Then he set her down. One of the girls quickly lined him up and he slid inside her. She groaned in pleasure and pain. She was a lot tighter that Polly had been when he recently lost his cherry. Of course, Polly may have been intimate with the entire starting lineup. Mai started to rise up, but he just gripped her buttocks and lifted her up, he lifted his knees a bit as well, but he managed to give them several full strokes while showing off his powerful upper body. He let her do the work after that and she set a medium pace, slow on the upstroke faster down. He took one hand and pulled Cathy forward on the right. When she saw that she was heading for Mai's breast she accelerated like a magnet. A glance at Grace was enough for her to match that. Mai was reaching a more excited state, but she knew what was happening to her breasts. After a minute or two, she obviously was more comfortable with the idea. She showed that by grabbing the girl's heads and cramming them harder to her chest. Mark had been managing to delay his approaching orgasm, by concentrating on the organizing. However he was about out of self-control. He needed to get the last player in motion.

"June. Are you ready for your close up?" He looked at her. He looked over Mai's shoulder, down at her crotch. Then he looked back at June. He really wished that he could do that one-eyebrow, question thing.

June was stoking her pussy, almost absent-mindedly. She looked at Mark, than at her mother's pussy, then at him again. She licked her lips a bit then smiled and dove in. Mai saw what was happening through half lidded eyes and started to protest, but the tongue on her clit was the last straw. She went over the edge, taking Mark with her. When he finished pumping into her, he stood and lifted her off, setting her onto the carpeted floor. Cathy and Grace were drafted to his cleanup. June was directed to her mother. Mai was almost out of it when June started, but she rapidly recovered and then quickly went on another escalating orgasm. When she recovered from this one, she was all smiles and kissed her daughter passionately.

"One more." Mark mused. "I think I need one more Mother type." He stood and stretched, then started looking around. He saw Brenda heading to the central knot of Marines. She had a woman and two little kids in tow and somewhere she had located a guy. She spotted him and waved as she approached.

"I thought there was a reasonable amount in those slacks." she gestured to his mostly limp noodle. He suddenly realized that he was naked. He blushed, then as he noticed that she was now entirely naked herself, he popped back to fairly hard again.

"Uhh, sorry." He used his hands to cover up.

She still had a lovely giggle. "Don't be. One look at my bod' and you got hard again, right after having sex with, umm, four girls. Nice compliment."

"Okay, that makes sense. It looks like you got your two. Where was he hiding that he didn't get mobbed?"

"Janitor's closet. He had the key, since he's the janitor. He shoved this lady and her kids in with him, and by the time they realized that the riot was over, they had gotten fairly close. If it had just been the two of them, well." Brenda looked around. Uhh, there is this older lady. My aunt. She was my ride today. We were going to meet here so she could show me if she got picked up. Have you seen a tall, thirty-ish redhead? Kind of overweight?"

"No, but I will keep an eye out. Uhh, on the other hand that has GOT to be her, right now." Mark pointed to a stately woman, moving towards them. She was stripped to her heels, but she was carrying all of her clothing nicely folded. Brenda was tall, maybe five feet, ten inches. Her aunt was an inch shorter. She was also around forty pounds heavier. For the life of him though, Mark could not figure out where she needed to lose weight. D Cups, not plastic, so they weren't missile cones, but they were obviously in good shape. A bit of a dome to her belly, but no sagging skin or fat. She had great legs of the full variety, like Catherine Zeta-Jones, attached to a great rear end. "Dang woman, Are there any ugly women in your family? Married? Does she have kids?"

Brenda chuckled. "A few, but we disown them. Single. She has two kids. Karl is nine, and Mindy is six."

She greeted her Aunt Sandra with a close hug. Apparently they did not have much body modesty in her family either. Both women were gloriously nude. "Aunt Sandra, this is Mark, the young man I mentioned. Mark, this is my aunt Sandra."

"I am very pleased to meet you." Mark managed to keep his eyes up at face level again, but it was hard. Actually, it was getting harder. His hands were totally unable to cover his reaction. "Uhh, Brenda tells me that you have been looking for a sponsor. I guess the general lack of men has pit a damper on that?"

"Yes, it has, and the lack of sponsor level bisexual women has put the Kibosh on my other options. The few that I found had already made arrangements or were looking for cute little things, uhh, like your herd here."

"Yeah, well, I kind of inherited my sister and Grace. They are only thirteen. And I just found June and her mother Mai. We will be collecting May, June's sister, as well as their little brother. So I just need one more. I was thinking of a taller lady, maybe a mother type. I like redheads. Have you seen one of those around here?"

" I might know one." She grinned and presented her CAP Card. It was a 6.0. "What would be her duties?"

"The usual. Sex. Head Mother. Sex. Keeper of the peace. Sex with my self, three women and two young girls. Possibly sex with visiting friends. Brenda has promised to visit me." There was a gasp then another cute giggle from Brenda. He looked at Marilyn, who was openly ogling Brenda and Sandra. "My mother's sponsor might be by to visit as well. Did I mention sex with me? Oh, and lastly more sex."

"The lady I know is a bit out of shape."

Mark made his voice stern. "If it's the one that I am thinking of, you shouldn't insult her that way. I think she looks great. She is certainly larger than the average woman, but she carries it off beautifully. I have looked and I cannot figure where to remove any weight. Everything looks great. Now, with advanced medical procedures, and computer modeling and such, we might be able to shave off a pound or two, but I really see no reason to tamper with perfection. Do you think she will accept?"

Mark was nearly crushed by her hug. "Yeah, I think she accepts. Can I try you out now?"

"It looks like we are getting ousted by the Marines. But we have a new home to test out. We will need to test each bed and couch to find the best spot for sex. Oh, you aren't prejudiced by any chance?" He glanced at the Asian ladies as they lined up for the transporter.

"Yes I am. I am prejudiced in favor of sexy women and well-hung hunks. Hey, I was wondering? What IDIOT thought a pick-up here, today was a good idea?" Sandra had no idea why Mark started choking as they passed the Ensign and the sergeant on the way to the transporter.

Mark and his friends may be back again, depending on the replicator's ability to make Thanksgiving leftovers edible.

My thanks to Mulligan with proofreading and editing help. Any mistakes are because I could not wait for him to do a second pass. :-)