Sixteen-year-old Mark is picked up at a Macy's Sale on Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. The Marines seem disorganized and inexperienced. The officer turns out to be British and he had no idea of the significance of Thanksgiving or the fact that the sales are so busy the next day. The mostly female customers turn predator when their sale is interrupted but there are not enough men for the pickup. The Marines stun the troublemakers and the pickup continues.

Mark Kinsey followed his new Harem through the transporter. There was a bit of disorientation and he nearly stumbled over Sandra who had lost her balance. The quick reflexes that had kept him in the running for the school record for highest number of tackles per game for this entire season saved him from embarrassment. Sandra was surprised when he lifted her completely off of the ground as he pulled her up and clear. He was even stronger than he looked.

"Don't strain yourself, Mark! I expect that you will have to test me a couple of times as I am twice as big as the other girls." She yipped a bit as he nipped her breast, which was nicely positioned under his chin.

"No more 'bigger' put downs. Just for that, I will have to put in some extra work on you." Mark's leering look made it obvious that he was not displeased by her comment's and that the 'extra work' would be fun for both of them.

"Volunteers!" A naval rating of some sort was talking with the ship's systems amplifying his voice in the bay. "If you would collect your Harems and all of their CAP Cards, as well as your own Card, we need to get you started on your processing. It appears that all of the teams today ran into some trouble, but you are the first ones back. We will take your people and start you through the med screening, and then your pod assignment. We'll let you know what is after that. Each Volunteer, you need to find out if there are any medical problems with you or your Harem. Also, get the names and locations of any children needing pickups."

Mark got a little shock when he told the naval rating his list of kids. "Eight-year-old boy, Tranh Williams." The rating, actually a member of the Fleet Auxiliary, looked surprised at the combination of names. Mark explained. "The parents are Asian-American, the father's father was Caucasian. Anyway, we also have permission to pickup his sixteen-year-old sister, May, as my last concubine at the same time. Then we have Sandra's children, nine-year-old Karl Jensen and six-year-old Mindy."

Sandra jumped in shock. "What about Sharon and Willie? I can't leave them."

Mark was startled as well, "Uhh, who are they? I thought you only had two kids." He looked over to Brenda who blushed. She had not mentioned those names to him while introducing them during the pickup.

"They're my brother's kids. Bill and Linda died in a car wreck two years ago. I have full legal custody." Sandra was starting to look frantic.

"Hang on, hang on, they're coming. Uhh, thirteen or younger, right?" Mark watched Sandra calm down and relax.

"Yeah. Willie is ten and Sharon is, uhh, can you handle another thirteen-year-old girl?"

"Oh, great! Wall-to-wall giggles."

"Thanks, Mark. You are going to get SO Lucky tonight!"

Mark figured he was already doing pretty well today.

Sergeant Reed, who was the Marine NCO from Mark's pickup, approached him. "Don't worry. Ensign Fawkes says that our team will be the one doing the pickups for your extras, as well as all of the others from our pickup. We will be taking you and the mothers along and we won't leave anyone behind. After you get checked in to your pod, we will call you all out for a little lunch break and quick briefing." He handed Mark a PDA. "This is linked to the Ship's AI. You can talk to it, and ask it for directions. It has all of the Card info for you and your people. It will work anywhere on the ship or even the entire planet. It will also let you know when and where you have to be for meetings and briefings."

"Thanks, Sarge. Hey, I have a question for you, or maybe, it's really a comment. My uncle Jack is ex-Marines and we've talked about the military, so I know you shouldn't really criticize your officer, but he seemed REALLY green."

"Well, first, I should mention that we have been on a different clock since we first got picked up. None of us had a clue that Thanksgiving was around now. And he used to be a Brit, so he had even less of a clue. But, yeah. This is his first deployment. The whole company, actually. I'll tell you more a bit later. Follow that guy there to your med tubes."

Mark, Brenda and Marilyn as well as one other female volunteer took their Harems in tow to the Medical facility, which had six med tubes. Mark and his Harem numbered six. Brenda had two adults, besides herself, and two kids. Marilyn had herself and three adults. The other lady had two other women and three kids. Mark suggested that the third lady take her Harem through as the first batch of six. He wanted to talk to Brenda and Marilyn for a bit.

"Sergeant Reed has something else to say to me after we find our pods. I have a feeling that there is an opportunity here, someplace. Marilyn, do you have a problem with me hanging along on the pickup to get my Dad and my little brother?"

"Not if they let you. Why?" Marilyn had left her unbuttoned blouse on. She was carrying her slacks, bra and panties though. It was moderately distracting, but not as bad as his nude mother sitting across from him or his little sister, who was determined to get some practice in on blowjobs whenever he stopped moving.

"I don't think that they realize who will be there, and I need to optimize our benefits. Remember, we need to think as members of the colony now. The best people, in the best positions for them, with the best benefits and incentives." Mark was breathing heavily as his sister learned about keeping a good rhythm and how to handle his balls.

"Oh, that's a good point. There are about ten people at my Dad's place." Brenda had never bothered to replace her top or her bra. Her hip huggers were nearly painted on. OK, little sister was STILL more distracting, but the problem seemed to be additive.

"You should be there as well as Sandra and me then. That will diffuse some problems and you can get your farewells in."

Further discussion was delayed as the med-techs wanted to talk to the volunteers about what options were available in this screening period. Mark wanted all birth control devices or drugs removed from Mai and Sandra. He asked for June to be delayed for at least a month. Three or more pregnant ladies all delivering babies at once seemed to be a bad idea. Sandra had high cholesterol and she had suffered from knee problems since high school. He asked for a more thorough scan of Mai, as he was not sure if she had totally understood him when he asked about medical problems. He also asked about translators but was told they would be implanted later. He blushed as he heard Marilyn giving similar directions about his mother. He was surprised that she had Mr. Simpson shooting blanks for a bit, stating that she wanted Mrs. Simpson pregnant by his father, first.

After the first batch finished up in about fifteen minutes, Mark and his bunch were the second batch of six to go through the scanning. He was then briefed on the results while Brenda's Harem and Mrs. Simpson went through. There were no serious problems with anyone. Also, Mai had apparently not been on any birth control and she had been in the fertile part of her cycle. That meant one pregnancy in his Harem already! June and the girls were ecstatic, Mai was a bit shocked, but smiling. Sandra just looked serene. Mark promised to meet the others at lunch after they got their pods squared away.

"Mark, we can't get in!" June was at the front of the line. Mark was indulging in a sudden whimsy. He was carrying Grace, piggyback, naked. He of course, removed his own shirt first, so he could feel her pointy little breasts on the backs of his shoulders. Also, the small of his back seemed to be getting quite damp. He moved up from the viewpoint position at the back of his Harem and the pod door opened up for him automatically. "Better get down, Grace." He stated talking to the PDA. "Hey, AI, what was the problem with the door?"

"Volunteers can come and go in the pods as they will, but Concubines can only enter or leave the pod with the Volunteer's permission," came the reply.

"Ok, but that's stupid. I, of course, want them to come IN. All of my Harem Members have my permission to enter my pod at any time, unless I revoke this permission. Uhmm, and that will include future members as well. Okay?"

"That is sufficient. Acknowledged."

"And for now, I will give the adults permission to leave the pod if they deem it necessary, but I wish to be notified when that happens. The children can leave in the company of an adult."

"Acknowledged."

Mark looked at the three ladies in question who nodded in understanding..

"Okay, lets set this place up like this. Master Bedroom, two women's rooms, a boy's room, and a girl's room. Thirteen-year-olds, there will be no sex in front of the other kids unless I say otherwise. Sex is only in the adult bedrooms. We will figure out more rules later. Wait! Around the pod, thirteens will wear panties and a shift. Adults will wear just the shift. Actually the shift will be optional. Outside the pod, the rule will be nude for the adults and panties only for the thirteens. None of you are even close to ugly and I am going to show you off for a day or so, to get you used to it. So, drop all of your clothes on a couch or something for now. The pod can reconfigure while we are getting this snack and briefing that they mentioned. Oh, you can wear your shoes and such for now. Some of those floors are chilly. Carry a shift with you when we leave. There will be no covering anything up, though, unless I say so. Now, I have some plans for when we do the kid pickups, I'm not sure who all is going along yet, so all of you listen up to what I want you to do."

The dining area was getting full when the Kinsey Harem arrived. The AI had told him that it was just one of the dining areas for this ring of the ship. There were easily ten times as many people as had been picked up at the Macy's store. Almost as soon as they entered, a very big, but soft-looking man, approached with his two somewhat dowdy looking middle-aged concubines in tow.

"Hey kid, I got a problem. The wife and her sister don't want to do the nasty with each other. They say that's incest. Either one will polish up nice when the med tubes are available. I'm going to swap you for one of these Asian sluts. Ok?" He didn't seem to think that Mark would care. He reached for June who pulled back from him in fear.

"No, thank you, and please don't call my ladies sluts." Mark stepped in front of June.

"Out of the way, kid. You have too many anyway." He tried to shove Mark out of his path by sheer mass. Mark saw Sgt Reed approaching with a drawn pistol of some sort.

Mark used a forearm shiver and set the bully on his ass about three steps back from his starting location. "Who says football training doesn't help you in the real world?" The bully started to get up and Mark just watched as he stood, got set up to rush Mark, then fell down again as Sgt Reed nailed him with a stinger. "Sorry, Sarge. I saw you coming, but he rushed me. I'm not in trouble for that, am I?"

The Marine waved his concern off. "Nah, I saw the whole thing. And so did the AI. He was from an earlier pickup. He has had several briefings already and he was warned along with the others about this exact same thing. AI says he has no special skills or any reason for us to keep him." Sgt Reed bent over and picked up the man's PDA. Two more Marines came and collected the limp body. His concubines started to follow him, but were stopped by the Sergeant. "Ladies, you are now unassigned concubines. We have a Civil Service officer onboard who will contact you. For now just get your meal."

Mark listened to the resulting emotional conversation where it was made clear to the ladies that the bully was going to be dead in minutes. No stigma attached to them, but their situation was now a bit more precarious. He noticed, however, that neither one seemed to really be unhappy about his upcoming demise. He turned to his own Harem, gathered them all in for a comforting hug, and then led them to a replicator outlet.

"I was right. This food is edible, but it is NOT of holiday leftover status." Mark grimaced at the taste of the mashed potatoes. "Someone used those blasted instant potatoes for this replicator template. Oh, well." He turned to Sgt Reed, who had joined them at his table. Brenda and Marilyn were at the next table and were well within earshot. "Sergeant, you were telling me how your company happened to be so inexperienced."

"Yeah, well, the whole colony only has two companies of Marines. At first, we were told we didn't need any. We were just supposed to grow the colony and they were maybe going to put in a Naval staging base there. Then we were told that we needed some troops to act as Shore Police and also, to defend the colony. Next they said we needed to supply our own pickup troops. Now they want us to have two battalions on call for our region of space. The problem was, they never sent any trainers. Every NCO in the unit, from the corporals on up, is prior service Army or Marines from various countries. Oh, one gal was in the Canadian Air Force. None of us have seen combat, and none have more than four years in uniform. For national origins, we have Americans, Canadians, Brits, Germans and Mexicans and that's just in the Marines. We have thirteen different military traditions and training. The Governor is kind of old school English. He appointed officers from his short list of 'Gentlemen'. The Ensign is actually pretty good for an eighteen-year-old young man who was in his first year of military school when he was picked up. He knows that he basically is clueless and he listens."

"It sounds like what you really need are some real veterans with enough experience and rank to take over training and some of the senior military positions. If you pick up a real find in that way, will the governor let you keep them for the military? Will the 'Gentlemen' in charge?" Mark hoped that his mother would not spill the beans. She was obviously on the same wavelength. She was bouncing in her seat in excitement and he was having problems ignoring her naked breasts, which were joining in the celebration.

"The Governor has turned it over to the Major. He's a military historian and he's on board this ship. He took all of the officers and NCOs aside and he proceeded to tell us how deep in the kimchee we really were. He wants every decent veteran that he can get. He really hopes that we can get his replacement on this trip."

"Sergeant Reed. What if I could locate a twenty-year USMC veteran with some combat experience and six years experience as a Drill Instructor? I'll tell you up front, that he has a very decent CAP score, but he has NOT volunteered and won't go without a couple of issues being taken care of."

"Mr. Kinsey, in that case I tell you to hang on. The Ensign and the Major are on the way right now. The AI is briefing them as they walk." Sgt Reed looked volumes at Mark. The look said, 'You had better not be jerking me around, kid.'

In another minute the Ensign and a Major approached. Mark stood up as the Sgt did. He waited as salutes were exchanged. "As you were. Sit down Sgt, you also, Mr. Kinsey. Now, what 'issues' are we talking about?"

"Sir, my parents are good people and have taught me a lot, but my Uncle Jack taught me a lot about some rather extreme meanings of Honor, Duty and Responsibility. Like, 'never leave one of your own behind.' He'll have about three things to settle before he'd leave, I think. He will want every one of his people to come out with him. That will maybe mean one or two more than he has the score for. I am not talking about everyone that he knows, but he will want all that are there at the time. Second, he has a personal responsibility this evening. Third, so do I. He will want us both to honor those commitments. Other than that, I am just speculating, but I bet that if you give him what he wants and then turn him loose, you can have a battalion's worth of NCOs and maybe even a decent officer or two in one or two days. Some tonight."

"What responsibility do you have?" The Major was skeptical.

"Sir, I am the starting middle linebacker for our high school football team. This is the last game of the season. We have a perfect record. In all modesty, with me we can win. It's not guaranteed, but probable. Without me, it will be very difficult. We don't have depth at my position. This is the cross-town rival. It's the biggest game of the year, Sir. Uncle Jack is a history teacher at the school. He is also co-coach of the Rifle and Drum Corp and he runs the Junior ROTC program that they re-started three years ago. They have a half-time show planned."

"So you suggest that we pick him up later, after the game?" The Major seemed okay with that.

No, Sir. I suggest that you pick him and his family up when Marilyn picks up my dad and my little brother. They are all together at Uncle Jack's today. By now, Dad and the others know about the Macy's pickup. Make the pick up, then let Uncle Jack and me do our things tonight. Then, this is your next step...."

Brenda, Mark, Sandra and three Marines were at the door when Brenda's dad opened the door. "Brenda, Thank Goodness! I saw the news and I thou..." He saw the Marines and instantly focused a glare on Mark. "You! You took my girl to be a slave!"

"No Papa!" Brenda grabbed her father and wrapped her arms around him to keep the Marines from having to react. Luckily, she had on a concubine shift to cover up her bare top. "I'm a six point six now. Mark helped me get it. We came for Sandra's kids. All four of them." She gently pushed her father back inside so that the others could follow.

"Mr. Swanson?" One of the Marines spoke up. "No one told us that you were a volunteer." Both Brenda and Sandra looked startled. ''

Brenda's father looked a little sheepish. "I never told anyone but the wife. I didn't want to get their hopes up, as they couldn't stay with me all the time. Are you picking me up now?" When the Marine nodded, he looked over his shoulder and smiled at his wife who was just entering the front room. "Mattie, get Chantelle and the kids. Ask her if she's willing to share a bed with you and me."

"Aunt 'Telle is here?" Brenda seemed happy. She turned to Mark. "That's my Mom's sister. She's neat." She turned back to her father with a sour look on her face. "Where are Gloria, Keith and their two hellions?"

Mr. Swanson got an identical sour look. "Your aunt and that loser decided to leave early. They wanted to get home in time to watch their TV shows. It looks like she is going to inherit the family house after all."

"Look on the bright side, Papa. Now you don't have to have them in your Harem." Brenda giggled. "I can just imagine the way Aunt Gloria would responded if you asked her to join you in your bed."

Sandra excused herself and headed into the back for her kids. Brenda left to join her.

Larry Swanson again took notice of Mark. "So, you and Sandra are Brenda's then?"

"Uhh, no Sir. I was looking for a Harem. When they had the riot, I saw Brenda fighting to protect some women and children from the mob. You should be proud of her, Sir. Three to one and she was clearly winning. Then, after things calmed down, uhh, well I would have been lucky and honored to have her as a member of my Harem. However, then the Marines decided she should have a bump to her score because of the aggressive way she was defending them. After I had most of my people chosen and she had picked out her own, she finally spotted Sandra and introduced us. Sandra looked so classy walking towards us, uhh, totally nude, but poised and confident. So with Brenda's nice introduction, Sandra decided to join me and become my Head Lady. I hope that doesn't offend you, Sir."

"No, I guess not. I guess I overreacted when I saw my daughter. Sorry, can we start again?" He held out his hand. Mark took it in his own hand and gave a firm shake. No crushes from either man. Mark finally realized that Mr. Swanson had four inches and a few pounds on him.

"I see where Brenda and Sharon get their height from."

About then, Mrs. Swanson came out with her sister. Chantelle was nervous. "Larry, what exactly do you mean by 'share the bed' with you two? If you want the kids and me, you can have me. If you had asked me instead of her, I would have said 'yes' years ago. But, I don't really want to do things with Mattie. I can be there when you are doing her, even being a bit 'friendly' with her, but I am NOT going down on her. That's just too much. Some other lady if you want, but not my own blood. Wait. Not Gloria either. She's not my blood, but, with no offense intended towards you or the rest of your family, YUCH!"

Mark was thinking 'deja vu all over again'.

"Ok. First, I think something like that's pretty hot to watch, but I can have you leave her alone and vice versa. We can get another couple of ladies maybe, some which are kind of submissive. I want you two in charge." The three of them hugged. Larry took a few liberties and his women chuckled and responded in kind. "And as for Gloria, I would have said 'YUCH!' if she tried to invite herself along."

Mark looked over his shoulder at Sgt Reed. He mouthed 'CAP Seven?' When the Sgt nodded, he spoke out loud. "Maybe that bully's women? I hate to be responsible for them being in trouble."

Mark told that story to Larry while the ladies collected Chantelle's kids. When they all came out to the front room, three of the women and several kids held small bags and Brenda was carrying a large ice chest. "I've got the leftovers," she announced.

After a quick trip back to the ship by transporter, Mark, June, Mai and Sgt Reed transported down to where a Marine had set up a transporter in a truck near the Williams' house. The door opened when they were still turning into the walk. A pint-sized human rocket nearly tackled Mai. A good-looking young girl raced out behind Tranh and finished Mai's balance off. June tried to catch her and the four of them fell at Mark's feet.

He looked at the sergeant. "Think they were missed?"

Everyone went inside where they explained the situation as Reed set up the portable transporter. The truck headed to the next location. June went into her bedroom to put a few things together. She took Tranh. Mai and Mark sat down to talk with May.

"May, you need to decide. Mai, June and Tranh are coming with me. I will have three ladies, four if you join us. It will be just like the standard rules. You will be my slave. My sex slave. You will do what I want, when I want. Now, June says you already do some girl-girl stuff with her." Mai looked puzzled at that, but she saw her daughter flush and then she understood. She flushed as well. "You should understand that Mai and June have agreed to have a similar relationship. And June gave Mai an orgasm that way this morning." The flushes grew deeper. "Also, Mai is already pregnant." Mai started to glow again. She had been looking that way since Mark told her in the med bay.

Mai and May started talking in Vietnamese with a bit of English on occasion. Mark figured all was ok when they hugged and smiled. May turned to him. "I will come with you. Mother says you are a nice lover. Do you want to take my cherry now?" She started taking her top off.

"Ahh, you're a virgin? No, I think we will wait until a bit later. We have more stops today and you deserve for your first time to be nicer. But, I will do this. Take your clothes off." He turned to Mai and had her remove her shift as well. As soon as the women were naked he pulled May into his lap. He started fondling her and caressing her breasts. June was right when she described May as more curvy than she was. She had very nice B cups and a reasonably well-padded ass. When he got her responding to his kisses and caresses, he beckoned Mai forward. Mai's eyes widened as she approached her youngest daughter's pussy. May looked down and opened her thighs in anticipation. As her mother's tongue started tentatively stroking, she started petting her mother's hair and face.

"Ohh, Mother. Yes, that feels so nice. Just like Junie. Oh, Oh." She slid her hips forward trying to get the tongue deeper. She reached up and started stroking her nipples as she leaned back and presented her mouth for Mark to kiss. In less than five minutes she was bucking out her orgasm onto her mother's face. Mark drew Mai up and shared a three-way kiss with May and Mai, whose face was covered in her daughter's juices. Tranh popped out of the bedroom with a bag over his shoulder and froze.

"Ok, no time left. Mai, kitchen! May, join June. She will show you what to do. No. No clothes."

In a few more minutes, the women were back, with one small ice chest, a two-gallon thermos jug and a few small bags.

"What's in the thermos?"

"Fu..." said June.

"Say what?"

"Phð, spelled, P H O, pronounced fu. It's a traditional Vietnamese beef stock and noodle soup."

"I've seen those signs. I always thought it was pronounced foe. Ok, leftovers is leftovers."

Three Marines accompanied Marilyn, Mark, his mother Margie and his little sister Cathy, this time. Marilyn had made a separate trip and collected her own kids already. They let themselves in the front door. There was no one in the front room. Margie said, "I bet they are in back in the TV room."

"I better get their attention." Mark stepped to the hallway and called out. "Uncle Jack? Dad? Anybody home?" There was an instant uproar and the sound of a small stampede. When everyone came into the front room, Mark noticed that Jack took one look at the Marines and sidestepped to where no one else was in a possible line of fire between him and the Marines. "Stand down, Uncle Jack, it's going to be okay." Mark caught the flicker of eyes on him, and saw his uncle relax a hair.

"Ok, on your word, Mark." His eyes still stayed on the Marines, who had now, finally, all noticed where the only threat was.

"Uncle Jack, I would like to introduce you to Major Tyler and Sergeant Reed. They would like to tell you about a problem that they have. Gentlemen, Jackson Fleming."

In the corner, Marilyn, Margie and Cathie were explaining the situation to Mark's dad and little brother. Mark kept an ear on the conversation with Uncle Jack as he scanned the rest of the room. His cousin Ernesto, also known as Nesto, was fifteen. He had a 6.5, which barely qualified him for pickup. Mark was pretty sure there were no other volunteers in the house. Nesto's girl friend was there, clinging to his arm. Her mother was there as well. She looked stunned. Uncle Jack's first wife Amihan was there with their kids. He had brought her back from the closure of Subic Bay, Philippines. They weren't married at the time and she had been pretty young, so no one in the family knew quite how he had pulled it off. Ami was the cutest little Filipina that Mark had ever met. With her son being fifteen, that meant she had to be in her low thirties but she looked more like her mid twenties and she got carded all the time. As he looked her over, he realized that May had a build much like Ami's, but with a bit more baby fat and with just a little tightening and buffing she would look just as good. The only real differences were in the faces and Ami's hair was curlier. Ami's seventeen-year-old niece Malea, was here, visiting from the Philippines. She was very nice looking also.

Jack's new baby wife was there as well. Mark knew that she was twenty-one. With a two-year-old boy and another one in the oven he was not sure how long she could keep that not-yet-legal look, but he had to admit that she was very ornamental. The family had been prepared to thoroughly dislike her, but Ami had made it clear that she would be very displeased in that event. Tiffy was a bit of an airhead, which made her seem even younger, but actually, she had a very sweet disposition. Aunt Pam was standing in the doorway with a sour look on her face. Midway between the ages of her big brother Jack and her little sister Margie, she was in the worst physical shape in the family, what with diabetes, being chronically fifty pounds overweight, having a bad hip and various other problems. Her husband had dumped her ten years ago and just left town. She had a sixteen-year-old daughter and an eight-year-old boy. Mark still did not know who the boy's father was. Cheryl and Tommy were peeking past their mother from the hall. The last two members of the fourteen-year-old and up group were Diana Clark, Jack's Co-Coach for the Drill team, and her daughter, whose name Mark didn't remember. Ms. Clark taught Phys Ed at the school, but she was a bit out of shape anyway. Not really fat, just kind of thick. Mark didn't know her daughter as she went to another school in town. Actually, it was the school that his team was playing tonight. The daughter was a somewhat pudgy fifteen-year-old. There were a total of seven other kids in the house aged from two to thirteen when you counted Cathy.

Mark saw the Marines relax and smile as Jack turned to go talk to the women. From what he had overheard, they had given in to all of his conditions that Mark had figured on and even one more. That one would be greatly to their benefit, though. He decided to go see how his dad was taking things.

"Dad? Can I talk to you for a bit, before you answer Marilyn?

Spencer Kinsey looked at his son. Mark looked pretty serious. "Sure, son." They stepped into the kitchen for a bit of privacy.

"Dad, I think Marilyn is going to be okay for you guys. But I found out some things today and I saw something. I stood up to a bully today and now he's dead. And he was a Volunteer. I think that you need to really understand how fast things can happen." He told his father the story with no editing. "Dad, just remember that they have all of the male concubines that they can ever need. You aren't indispensable up there. Don't freak when Marilyn wants you to have sex with another woman, or when she has Mom do it with another guy, or with Marilyn or another woman entirely. She had Mom do her at Macy's right in front of me, on purpose. So she will have Mom do a lot more in front of you, and vice versa."

"Don't worry, Son. It won't be the first time I watched your mother with others."

"SAY WHAT!"

"Shhh! I will try to talk later, but this family still has some secrets that you are not privy to." Mark's dad looked amused. "Any more, Mark?"

"Uhh, no. Wait, yes. Cathy. You know that she is in my Harem? And she is uhh, going to uhh... Heck, she is learning about blowjobs and in a few months I am going to have to get her pregnant. And if Marilyn brings you by to visit, she will probably be going down on all of you. You, Mom, Marilyn."

"I figured as much. I hope she's willing to do that and you're not forcing her, but we talked about pickups and harems and she seemed ok with it. Surprisingly so in fact." Mr. Kinsey was still calm, but a little blush was now apparent. "Don't worry about it Mark. We know that you will treat her right." He clasped Mark on the shoulder as he went back to Marilyn.

Mark remembered the way his Mom had shown herself to him in this morning's pickup. "My family is crazy!" Mark muttered to himself, before heading back in.

Hmm, his dad was already sucking on Marilyn's tit, so things must be going well. That decision must have been made. A bit of an uproar from Ami got his attention.

"No, I said no more, Jack. You fix it some other way." Jack leaned in and whispered in her ear. She stiffened up and glanced around the room. She saw her son with his girl friend in his lap. She had no top and he had his hand well up her skirt. The two of them were talking to her mother. Ami looked at Mark's dad, with Marilyn, and at Mark himself. Cheryl had slipped past her mother and was taking her clothes off. Diana and her daughter were stripping as well. Malea was acting very shy but she was toying with the buttons on her blouse. Two were undone. Ami turned her back to the room. Mark barely heard her saying. "Ok, You fix it that way."

Jack went back to the worried Marines. Two more sentences apiece and all was smiles again. "Mark, come here please. "After Mark got close, Jack lowered his voice. "I have a secret and a problem. The secret is Ami. How old do you think she is?"

"Uhh, I figure she HAS to be thirty five, but she looks like she's about twenty five."

"She's twenty nine. I used up a LOT of favors getting her over here at thirteen with some fake ID. We were married when she was fourteen and she was pregnant at the time. I have this thing for young girls. I always have. Ami is the only one that I ever had that young, and I have always been faithful to my wives. Ami and I outgrew each other. Actually she outgrew me and grew up past me. She's not just some young piece of ass; she has her college degree now and she is a very fine woman. I still care for her very much. Unfortunately, she is not going to join me. She divorced me and doesn't want me back. I don't want to take the kids from her and the only way out for them is if someone else takes her. The Marines say that if another volunteer takes her, they will make her a supernumerary. Basically, she's a bonus concubine. What do you say?"

Until that question, Mark had no clue where this was going. "ME?" He was not exactly quiet. "Uhh, Uncle Jack I have always thought that she was hot, but I'm getting a lot on my plate here. I have four ladies and three thirteen-year-olds already. Now you want me to add Ami and your kids. Uhh, including Carita?" Carita was Ami and Jack's twelve-year-old. She would have her birthday on Christmas day.

"Mark, do you not want me?" Ami had slipped up beside him without Mark realizing.

"Ami, do you know what you are offering to do? Sex slave to me. Do whatever to whoever, whenever that I say. I have four other women. You will lick every pussy. They will lick yours. I have three thirteen-year-olds, including my sister Cathy. You will lick them too. When Carita turns thirteen, you will lick hers. Then you will teach her how to give me a blowjob. Do you understand? If I have guests over, you may have to have sex with them. I expect Uncle Jack to visit. What will you do if Ernesto comes over and I say to give him a blowjob? Would you like for Jack and Ernesto to double-team you? If Jack brings Malea and Tiffany over, we may have you three put on a show." He looked at Jack hoping that he had not gotten him too upset. Instead he noted the speculative look on Jack's face as he looked at Tiffy. It was obvious that almost everyone had heard what Mark was saying. Malea was deeply blushing. There were now no buttoned buttons on her blouse. She was standing next to Tiffy and Tiffy had one hand inside Malea's top.

"I understand," was all Ami said as she took her clothes off. She stood there in her perfection and asked, "Who would you like me to do what to right now?" Jack was walking over to the other six women. It was obvious that Ami was Mark's problem now.

"Okay Ami, but I meant EVERYTHING that I said. Maybe not today, or this week, but sometime." He looked over at the Sergeant and when Reed looked at him, he gestured to Ami and nodded.

Ami had one more little shock for him as he directed her in grabbing leftovers. "When are you going to sleep with your Mother?"

The half time show was flawless. The ninety-six members of the Rifle and Drum Drill Team were a great show in these days of renewed military interest. The team was unusual in that it was half male and half female. They trained for the entire school year and the new recruits had to make at least half of the scheduled summer practices to be ready to march at the first home game. By the end of the football season, they were spinning and throwing rifles with fake bayonets. At the end of the half time the announcer made a surprise announcement. There would be an encore performance with a special surprise at the end of the game. Everyone was asked to remain in the stands.

The game finished with a close score of 21 to 20. The entire game was exciting. Mark missed the record by one tackle, but he had tackled the opposition's fullback who was trying for the two-point conversion to give his team the win. The only people unhappy were the eleven hundred opposing fans, cheerleaders and players.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, The Millerton Minutemen!" The drill team marched onto the field with less frills and thrills than the half-time show. A few shouted commands and they were lined up in four ranks; a rank of Rifles backed by a rank of Drums faced each sideline. The last command somewhat startled most of the audience. "En Garde!" The ranks of Rifles faced the stands with their weapons extended, bayonets menacing the player's benches.

Several large men walked onto the field. They discarded their overcoats as they approached. They were Confederacy Marines. There were suddenly Marines everywhere.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, my men and I have just enjoyed an excellent game of football. Now it is time for us to extend our invitation for you to join us. Please remain seated until I am finished, but this is a Confederacy pickup. If you do not wish to participate, you will not be molested or maligned. In fact, it is a very cool evening and it is getting late. I am hoping that very few of you will be taking advantage of the opportunity to test drive until we get on the ship. There will be facilities there and if things do not work out to your satisfaction, then we can arrange something a bit different. There are a few people that are on ship that are looking for other Harem members, and there are some people on the ship who are hoping to become Harem members. Before anything else happens, I would like those of you who might be armed, legally or otherwise, to please raise your hand. One of the Marines in the aisles will direct you to come down to the front and disarm. Keep your hand up until you have been disarmed please. Your name will be placed on the weapon if you wish and you can get it back from the local Police Officers who are in the stadium at this time. Please note that the Confederacy is authorized to use lethal force to protect anyone threatened during a pickup. We don't want bloodshed here folks, but we will take you out if we have to. After the disarming, we will be calling down Volunteers from one section of bleachers at a time. If you have people with you that you want to keep with you, please bring them along. Now, I am going to call the Volunteers from among the football players and cheerleaders for both teams and from the drill team as well. They deserve a chance to call down girlfriends, family members and such while you people divest yourselves of your hardware." The major's matter-of-fact delivery seemed to keep anyone from taking offense. Out of twenty five hundred people in the stadium, almost one hundred fifty were armed. There was only one incident. The man jumped up, started to draw a weapon and was stunned by two stingers from the Marines in the stands, and another who was almost underneath him beneath the bleachers. He was turned over to the police, as the major did not want to further escalate the emotional situation by carrying out an execution. Three others nearby had been stunned in the process, but the Marines had a med kit that woke them up, albeit with a nasty headache.

Since he had no Harem to collect, Mark was sitting on the bench, watching from a little distance as Uncle Jack met with the ten men, one lady and their Harems. He noticed a couple of discrete swaps of daughters or sisters or whatever before they met up with Major Tyler. They all seemed to get along well, and then the major turned to one older man and saluted him. Mark figured that he was the Colonel that Uncle Jack had been talking about.

Mark spotted his Coach sitting in dejection on the bench. "Coach? Is your score too low to get you out? You look so low."

"No. Well, yes. Uhh, it's not high enough, but that's not the entire reason. Jillie's boy friend is taking her. I think he's a good kid. My wife died two years ago, so I'm going to be alone. Also, you guys were the best team I have ever coached and the best part of my returning team is going to be gone for next year. I guess next year is a rebuilding year. Did you know that there were college recruiters in the stand? They were checking you out a year early.

"Coach Robertson?" The tall, good-looking, black lady looked like she had played basketball, or maybe volleyball in college. She was slim, but strongly built and about five foot ten inches tall. She was a bit taller than the coach in her heels. "I'm Chandra Palmer, sportswriter for the Herald. I find myself away from home and everyone that I know and now I need to collect a Harem. I have been following your team with admiration all season and I need at least one person that I can talk sports to. May I see your CAP Card?

"Hey soldier, looking for a nice girl?" The pretty cheerleader for the away team was talking to one of the non-volunteer Riflemen. The Volunteers with the drill team had stacked rifles and were talking to various people depending upon gender and proclivities. Almost a third of the drill team was also Junior ROTC Members. They tended to have a slightly higher CAP score than the general student population. There were two hundred forty eight students on the field. That included thirty-three male and eight female volunteers. This girl had been flirting with several guys in the line, but not with any of her own team's Volunteers. The Rifleman figured that they knew something bad about her and she knew it.

"Sorry, I don't have that kind of score. Look for one of the guys that has stacked his rifle or put up his drums."

"Sorry, I shouldn't be teasing. My mom says it's a bad habit. Can I ask a question, about pickups?" He nodded yes.

"Ok, lets say you get four concubines. What would you take? A specific girl friend? A generic pretty girl?"

"Uhh, one or two mothers. I'd borrow one of those card readers and see if they had good parenting numbers. Intelligence is good, aggression less good. Too submissive is bad also, though. Obviously sex should be at least average. Maybe choose one teenager, someone of my age to talk to, so her social scores and intelligence should be similar to mine. I think actually, one lady in her forties, one in her thirties, and maybe one in her twenties as well as a teenager."

"Not going for looks?" The girl asked?

"Nah. From what I hear, that's a non-issue. They can make a burn victim look like a movie star. Attitude is going to way more important. Don't you think?"

"Actually I do. Can I see your Card please?" She placed it in a Card reader and smiled. The girl waved to some average looking women in the stands. As they approached she started talking again. "I'm Pamela. Besides being a cheerleader, I'm in the race for school Valedictorian. That's my mom, my aunt and my cousin. In order, forty, forty-three, and twenty-one. I know and don't want any of the guys here on our team. If you are willing to be our stud, would you please stack your weapon with the others?"

Overheard near the Police Department weapons check-in.

"Fred, this is my favorite piece. She's a sixties era Browning Hi-power. Very nice; crisp trigger pull. I'm going up on the ship. I want you to have this. I've always appreciated your helping Sammy out of that jam with the pot."

"Is Samantha here?"

"No, she's off at her fianc�'s parents' place for Thanksgiving this year. I'll have to find two women from the stands, but at least I don't have to sleep with my daughter or give her to some other guy for the same thing."

"Tom, you know my wife, Sally. She is my favorite piece. Wonderful disposition. Nice pleasant face and she will rock your world in bed. I would appreciate it if you got her and our kids off-planet."

"Look girls, this is just the way it's going to be. My brother and I each get two. We have decided to share and share alike. That means you are no longer married to me, you are married to both of us. Mary, the same goes for you. If you don't agree we leave you here, alone, 'cause we take the kids. Also, we shared a girl when we were kids. We double-teamed her, I mean. We've always wanted to do it again. Now, do you agree? If so, help us pick out some friends of yours. Friends who you are willing to have sit on your face."

"Mom, Dad. This is what Jenny and I worked out. Jenny takes the two of you. Uhh, Mom, Jenny is bi. You keep the kids, except Marie. I'll take Jenny's dad. I've always thought he was a hunk. Well. Since we are being blunt, I always thought Dad was a hunk too, but since he is not a daughter molester I guess Gregg is going to be my stud now, Marie's and mine that is.

A moment of consultation passed.

"Ok, wait. New plan. We are sharing. Dad, that means if I get horny you might have to nail me to the mattress. Gregg, your daughter wants you to take her cherry. Uhh, Mom, I'm bi, too.

Twenty five hundred people were in the stands. Two hundred forty seven male volunteers chose seven hundred fifty six concubines. Forty-three female volunteers chose one hundred forty-eight concubines. Another one hundred fifty concubines were selected as 'spares'.

All in all, Mark was highly satisfied with his search for some nice leftovers.

My thanks, again, to Mulligan for his speedy editing.