Part 1

It was a good crowd for a Sunday morning meeting in Hapsburg R.I. Standing room only in the town council chambers. The coffee pot to the right was doing a brisk business. Mary Lou J. and Tim R were welcoming folks at the door. One Horse Bob stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to the Hapsburg Sunday meeting. Would those of you who care to, join me in a moment of silence."

He went through the usual meeting notes, asking about newcomers and announcements. I surveyed the room as I always did. My group had the commitment and I was the chair. Our members were scattered about the room. We were all volunteers. I had two other officers, two sergeants and two enlisted. We were here on a mission. I was junior, but was in command of the room. After all, it was my idea.

This was to be a pick up, the first of several in my hometown. If these worked out we were going to be staging more. My name is John K. and I have been sane and sober for almost 30 yrs.

I got picked up when they got our pizza shop in Slackville Mass a few months ago. They were not coming for me, they were coming for my boss, Big Bill, and little Margie. Bill stands 6'3" and has a build to match - a 6.8 and headed for the NCO academy.

Little Margie is Hispanic fireball. A new mother, she is headed for the Navy. Her 8.5 made her a shoo in for a top command slot in a few years.

Me, at 5'10 and 56 yrs old am still on the nerdy side. My prior service was Army artillery but I was a walking disaster. That was when I was drinking. 28 yrs later and one ex wife to my name earned me a 7.1. I showed good people skills and was headed for civil service.

We grabbed most of the staff and a few customers out of the store before we left. I got two girls, Maria and Tammy. Maria is Margie's sister. Where Margie is prim and proper, Maria is just about dead on delightful. Tammy is a downright sex goddess -- all the right curves in all the right places and talented as hell in bed. Neat thing is I know these girls and they know me. I anticipate a very happy home. Fred, the store owner qualified as a sponsor. He grabbed his kids and a couple of the girls. Bill grabbed his wife and one of the other girls. Not a surprise, the rest of Bill's family made it on board. He has a daughter with an 8.0 who is a real knock out.

We only left a few folks behind. Pigeon Stanley was the store manager with a 3.1. My girls told me that they had enough of him, as did both Fred's and Bill's.

Once everyone was on board "The Dough Ball", things started settling in. Everyone went for med checks and we started planning changes. I was just getting my age dropped and the girls were staying as is. Why mess with perfection?

A couple of days of this and I was not happy, even with my sweeties and training, I was still restless. Something was missing.

"Sam, are there any more members of twelve step programs on board ship?"

"John, when you went through the med tubes, your body was cured of your addictions to alcohol and tobacco. You can now drink like a normal person."

"Okay Sam, what happens the first time I get drunk and do something stupid?"

"You are subject to normal sponsor disciplinary procedures."

"Then what you are saying is that I am not cured? That I cannot drink alcohol safely."

"That is correct. We currently have only limited abilities to deal with mental disorders. Untreated alcoholism is a disqualifying characteristic. You are here only because there was no trace of alcohol in your system at the time of pick up."

I sat back and thought about it. I had at my fingertips, the best in German beer, the finest wines and my favorite Kentucky whiskey. All I had to do was to take one drink and that would endanger my mission, my friends and my life.

"Sam, run that list I asked for. I want to know if there are and how many crew, concubines and volunteers are members of recovery programs. Cover the entire list of programs on file. I do not need to know any details."

Two hours later, Bill and I were relaxing over a couple of coffees. Bill had his usual cream and 8 sugars. Mine was my normal with cream only. Tammy slowly slipped under the table. After greeting Bill's girl Sara, she started doing a fine job on my boner.

"Why so unhappy, John? You got what you wanted didn't you? You got two of the best looking ladies on the ship and that stupid Pigeon is going to be Swarm chow."

Bill knew me inside and out. We had worked together for ten years. He had saved my bacon a few times and I had his. He was there on the day my ex left.

"Those AI s are missing something. This mission has to succeed or I am screwed. If I pick up one drink of alcohol, I am recycled."

"John, the report you requested is on the screen in your office. Would you like it here and now?"

"Thanks Sam, I will take it in my office. Bill and ladies, please excuse me."

The report was better than I had hoped. Ship was only at 1% of capacity. Already there were 4200 on board with over 500 members of different groups.

"Sam, give me a list of all of those with 5 yrs or more in recovery. First names only include ship's crew, volunteers and concubines."

I watched with awe as the list printed. I had 50 crew members, officers, sergeants, and enlisted, the remainder being sponsors and concubines.

"Sam, could you post a meeting to all members on that list and find a space to hold them? Concubines with sponsors approval only."

I knew that somehow I had started a fireball within the ship. People in recovery would do anything possible to get to that meeting. Somehow I knew that the founders would be pleased.

Ship time, 2 days later. People came from all over the ship. Sponsors, crew and concubines showed up in numbers I had only dreamed about. Me, I was there but not there. I took a back row seat and watched the fun. As the meeting ended, I slipped out, knowing that if it was going to work, it would do so without my help.

Two hours later... "You have a message from someone who chooses to be known as Jake P."

"Okay Sam, play it, please."

"Hey John, after you left, we formed a steering committee. Someone contacted Major Fife and they are going to let us do pickups. Catch is that we can only use members of the fellowship and that they have to be done after the meetings."

I let it sink in. SNAFU! "Sam, Please tell me we have enough qualified Marines who will volunteer to do pickups."

"We do. In fact, they were discussing it after the meeting. Sgt Phil B. will be contacting you shortly."

"Damn, is there any anonymity when you are dealing with an AI, Sam?!"

"Yes John, there is. I have informed COC that you will be leading a series of pickups. All they know is that you are selecting volunteers and concubines. They do not know who or what you are picking up."

My last word as an earth bound member of a recovery group was amen. "Thank you for being here today, my name is Ensign John K. and this is a pickup."

A voice in the back yelled out, "You can't do this, this is an anonymous fellowship."

"Yes we can! All of the members who spoke today, while in recovery are also Confederacy Marines. Nobody outside this room knows anything other than the fact that we are doing a pick up. They do not know who you are. Could you all get your CAP cards out. Pre-packs to the podium, sponsors to the right and concubines to the left... If you want no part of this, please go down stairs to the library and will someone please take the children out for now."

I did get a concubine out of that cluster fuck. Mary P. was the mother of three with long blond hair, jugs and an ass that I remembered. She was still a wet dream looking for a place to happen. I spotted her from the podium and things started getting good. I gave the Sgt a look and she gave me a wink.

"I'll take charge sir! Okay you monkeys lets get this show on the road!"

Within seconds it was nothing but asses and elbows. Damn there was some cute stuff under all those clothes. Mary went down on me in a flash with pure lust in her eyes. When she came up for air, she showed me a 5.9 with good sub scores and a high sex drive. When I asked her about recovery, she claimed three years. I saw no evidence of drugs, so I popped the question.

"Want to be my head bitch and mother? I got two teenies and God only knows what else I get from here."

A young girl moved in front of her mother in a birthday suit.

Mary squeaked at me, "If you take my brood, I will cook and clean. Even make your glomkies and pierogies. This is Angie, she is a fifteen year old virgin with a 6.2 can she come?"

I winked at the girl. "Yes, you can come. We will have our fun later." With that I bent her mother over and filled her with my Kielbasa.