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Chapter 14 0f 16



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: You Don't Need To Wave A Card...
Part: 14 of 16
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Scott Harshman finally gets his CAP card -- but discovers that you
don't have to wave the thing under someone's nose to get in trouble over
being sponsor-grade!

Keywords: MF MFF MMMF oral anal exhib 1st ir BBW rom ScFi

You Don't Need To Wave A Card...

Chapter 14


	Red and Cheryl slipped Faye out while we were cleaning up and
changing for dinner and drove her to within a block of home -- which got her
in the door, as she was not immediately recognized by the paparazzi while
walking up the sidewalk.  We watched on drone feeds as she skittered up the
front walk and through the door ahead of the quickest of the bunch and popped
inside.

	At that point, she got a hug from Roger, who asked, "Well?  Did you
accomplish anything?"

	Faye sighed.  "Scott wouldn't make any promises, but he said I'm in
the running.  I guess that's as good as I can ask for."

	"Well, he's no fool -- I know he knows you would be valuable to him
-- we spoke of it.  Just bide your time, I guess, and with any luck, things
will go your way."

	Faye eyed him.  "I think I owe you something, after what I did out
there."

	Roger sighed.  "Don't bother -- I can't perform at all at this point.
I don't think it would even be pleasant.  Perhaps we could cuddle a bit at
bedtime -- that's about all I think I can handle."

	Rachel looked like she was about to cry, and I felt bad for her.  I
waved her off -- she didn't need her nose rubbed in this.

	But Faye turned her attention elsewhere at that point, so Rachel
didn't leave.  "What about Nick and Elise?"

	Roger shrugged.  "At first, I was concerned -- Nick seemed to be
pressing pretty hard -- but Elise is responding well..."  The couple was on
the couch -- and Elise was cuddled up, naked.  "I don't think she has a home
to go to at this point," he added.

	Faye made a face.  "Well, she won't need a bedroom, and even if she
did Rachel won't be using hers again..."  Roger just nodded.

	"I can't fault Rachel's taste in men," Roger muttered.  "She has
better sense than I do."  Rachel grinned from ear to ear at THAT!  Faye
nodded agreement and headed for the kitchen to see about dinner, and we
turned our attention back to preparations to go out.

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	Andressino's had seen two shootings -- we went in prepared to be
targets for the third.  The girls dressed in highly revealing outfits, as
usual, and we had Mike and Alisha keeping an eye on things, but we were all
alert, too -- we were VERY visible these days, and if we were going to draw
fire, it could come at any time.  We played and cut up, but someone was
always out of it, watching the feeds and our surroundings -- and it cooled
things and interfered with dinner.

	Naturally, nothing happened.  Nothing happened at the dance club,
either -- I don't even think we were recognized; it was just too crowded.  We
headed home about midnight and I was happy to hit the room with just my two
girls in tow.  I gave Shannon some serious attention -- a long, gentle,
romantic session that ended passionately with me pouring a flood of little
wigglers into her while she wailed my name, then drifted off, satiated and
exhausted while Rachel tugged me into the other bedroom and asked for a
similar tryst.  Fortunately, my augmentation left me well able to bring both
of them to rapture multiple times.  When I had ridden Rachel to exhaustion,
we decided that it might be nice for Shannon if I was there when she woke up,
so we both went back to the king bed and snuggled up to her.

                       ----------------------------------

	Saturday morning breakfast saw the three of us, Red, and Cheryl at
another restaurant that had the distinction of being a crime scene -- but
again, we saw no repetition of the event.  I was beginning to wonder if we'd
really flushed all of the local threats -- God knew we'd made ourselves
highly visible.  We wandered around downtown -- afoot, mostly -- and went
back to that place that bothered me for lunch.

	About halfway through lunch, the reason our ESP was pinging became
evident when the manager and a couple of other people collared one of the
waiters and put him on the street for skimming the till.  They'd been
watching him for days, apparently.  Red quietly asked the owner if he wanted
to press charges, but he didn't, so we left it alone.

	That afternoon, we did more tourism and more shopping.  Rachel
suggested that we get more blatant -- she wanted to get naked and prance
around on a leash -- but we considered that to be much too obvious.  Red felt
-- and I agreed -- that we were notorious enough.

	We did dinner at a place at the top of the hit list, and dancing
after at a club that was rowdy in the first place and had seen an incident in
the second -- and got no bites.  Based upon the way things were going, it
looked like we were wasting our time, so we agreed to meet at the police
station Monday morning and close up shop.

	We were all a little depressed at our failure, so Rachel and Shannon
and I just cuddled up and slept that night; we had a fairly early wake-up for
Sunday morning breakfast with Rachel's family.

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	Sunday morning breakfast at the Mercers was a full-up 'big event.'
We got in the Escalade about seven-thirty and led a little convoy of newsies
and paparazzi around for a few minutes, and then went to Rachel's -- which
thrilled the newsies to death, no doubt.  But we ignored them and went inside
and sat down to a major spread of food and family hospitality.  This was
Rachel's big goodbye, so we had to sit through all kinds of reminiscences and
the girls all had to hang on one another and cry (I couldn't figure that one
out, since Faye was probably going with us, but, hey...).  Somebody fished
out the scrapbooks and the photo albums and they had video of Rachel and
Shannon at the Prom (they'd gone together, unable to get dates -- young guys
are SOOO stupid...).

	Around eleven, it seemed like we'd gotten past the whole thing and
were in sustainment -- we could leave anytime, even though nobody had any
plans, and we would be covered.  Roger hopped up and said, "I think I'm going
to run out for a newspaper and a couple of things to keep us going."  He
shook my hand and said, "I'm proud to know you and I know Rachel is in good
hands."  Faye hadn't been discussed -- for all I knew, someone would decide
for us to hang in for another two weeks, so it could wait while Rachel had
her moment.  Roger hugged Rachel and told her to take care of me -- and did
the same to Shannon, patted Nick on the shoulder and kissed Elise on the
cheek before giving Faye a hug and bussing her on the mouth and saying, "Need
anything?"

	"Butter, maybe?" Faye replied.

	"I'll see what I can do," he told her, and hit the door, waving
jauntily.

	He never came back.

	Twenty minutes later, I was wondering how far away the convenience
store was, but no one else seemed concerned, so I shrugged it off.  But just
under an hour later, the police were at the door.

	"Mrs. Mercer?  Mrs. Faye Mercer?" the cop asked.

	"Yes..."  Faye began to look worried.

	"Can we step inside?"  Newsies were all over the place out front.

	"Certainly..."  Faye backed up.

	"Ma'am, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your husband's car
hit a bridge abutment off the access road to 695.  He didn't survive."

	Faye gasped -- well, we all did, actually -- and Nick and I stepped
up when it became apparent that she wasn't any too steady on her feet.
Rachel wailed, "DADDY!" but she saved me from having to choose between
herself and her mother by running into my arms.  I had three women in a
moment or two, since Roger had been the closest thing to a father Shannon had
-- fortunately, she was narrow and could find a hole.  Nick stood by with
Elise, cuddling her while everybody worked through the initial shock.

	"I'm sorry for your loss," the cop said, more or less embarrassed.

	After a few minutes while everyone worked through things, the cop
asked Faye to go down to the morgue and identify Roger.  I told him we would
follow him in the Escalade if he would give us an escort.  He pulled in
another car and we went in convoy.

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	It was Roger, all right.  The coroner said, "He died instantly of
massive head trauma -- but his body was riddled with cancer -- did you know
that?"

	Faye nodded.  "We suspected.  He was just getting ready to go get
looked at -- things weren't right."

	"I think he had a seizure," the coroner said.  "He bit through his
tongue, maybe before the impact.  I'm ruling the death an accident."  Faye
just nodded, but when we were back in the Escalade, she said, "I'm not sure
-- are you?"  She didn't say what she wasn't sure about -- which was a good
idea -- but everyone in the vehicle knew.

	<The evidence is inconclusive,> the AI told me, back-channel.  <There
was a probe on surveillance, and video seems to indicate that Roger Mercer
bent forward and stopped actively controlling the vehicle moments before the
impact, but whether it was voluntary or not is unclear.>

	"The AI isn't sure, either," I told Faye shortly.  "It doesn't
matter, does it?"

	"No."  She shook her head.

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	We went back to the house.  The newsies were all over it, but had the
sense not to be all over us.  They got something from a bridge camera that
was just as inconclusive -- and they weren't looking for foul play.  As the
day slid into evening, Rachel decided that she wanted to spend the night with
her mother, so Shannon and I went back to the hotel and checked out.  We had
a team transport in to remove the surveillance gear from the two suites
before we arrived, and I carried a transporter and a case of probes with me
when we left -- everything else was cleaned up.  I was told that there was no
problem in delaying our transport for the funeral arrangements, since it had
been on a flexible schedule in the first place.

	Rachel slept with her mother for mutual comfort and I stayed out of
the master suite -- it just wasn't right.  Shannon and I slept together in
Rachel's bed and we had sex -- but it was comfort sex, quiet and soft, but
urgent -- an affirmation of life kind of thing.  Nick and Elise woke us up
around two -- one of the down-sides of enhanced hearing -- and I sent one of
the probes I'd released to keep an eye on things into Nick's room to find
Elise riding him slowly, cuddled up close, murmuring things like, "It'll be
all right" and "I love you, Baby" and caressing his face and neck.  Shannon
put on her glasses and in a couple of minutes she climbed on me the same way,
taking my cock inside her, then took them off and tucked her face into my
neck and ground her pelvis against mine.  I let Elise and Nick alone, too,
and concentrated on my woman, but we both heard it when Nick took over and
started pounding into her -- the fleshy slaps and Elise's soft cries were
unmistakable -- and Shannon sped up and got more urgent with me as a result.
When she went into orgasm, I rolled us over and took over, still tight and
close, only my hips rocking, while she kissed and sucked and nibbled at my
neck, and when she clenched and gasped in release a second time, I let go in
her.  After a minute or two, I rolled us back over so Shannon was on top and
we went back to sleep, listening to Elise croon softly to Nick in the
aftermath of their joining.  Elise was shaping up, I figured, as I drifted
off.

                       ----------------------------------

	Shannon rolled off me at some point, and I remember getting up to
pee, stumbling around looking for the bathroom, half-asleep.  The next thing
I knew, it was morning and there were lips on my cock.

	It was Rachel, and she wanted a much more direct and robust
affirmation of life.  When she saw I was awake, she crawled up and lowered
herself onto my erection and said, "Give me a baby, Scotty -- please?"  Then
she took off and it was instantly clear that she wanted every little wiggler
I had in me!  She locked eyes with me and interlinked her hands with mine to
brace her and I could tell from the way she was moving on me that she wasn't
looking for an orgasm for herself -- but she wanted one from me.  Everything
she did was in an effort to milk my cock and it was exquisite!  I don't know
where the muscle control came from, but she would clutch my glans and her
tunnel would ripple -- we weren't going fast, so it felt like I could feel
every little surface of her inner walls as she rolled her pussy up and down
over my shaft.  "Come on, Lover -- make me a mommy!" she husked, her eyes
holding mine, "Fill me up!"  Her gaze was hypnotic; I fell into her eyes --
and the next thing I knew I was arched under her, grinding my pubic bone on
hers and I SWEAR her cervix opened around the head of my cock while I shot
more semen than a human male can possibly manufacture into her womb!
Rachel's eyes rolled right up in her head and she let out this howl that
would raise the dead, then she crashed onto me -- fortunately, I was still
holding her hands so when she flopped forward, I just brought her down to me.
She was limp everywhere but her pussy, which pulsed in synch with my cock as
it dry-fired into her depths, totally drained by the first few pulses.
Rachel was toast, but oddly, I wanted to hop up and run around and yell like
Tarzan or something, because I KNEW she was pregnant!  I had done the man
thing and put a baby in my mate and I had this crazy feeling that I needed to
strut around and tell everybody!

	I didn't -- everybody knew already.  I rolled Rachel over, but it
took a minute to get her to understand that I needed to get up and take a
leak -- she wrapped both arms and both legs around me and she is STRONG!
After she tried to suck my tonsils out, she let me get up, her eyes shining
-- she knew she'd succeeded, too.  Then I got up to piss and I didn't give a
shit WHO saw me naked -- and basically everyone did.  Faye was standing in
the hall in a light robe and Shannon was in the doorway to her room -- I
guess my girls had switched places.

	I said, "Rachel wants a baby."

	Faye replied, taking in the look on my face, "I think she got one."

	I limited myself to an insufferable, "Me, too!" and strutted past her
to the bathroom.

	Shannon giggled and Faye said, "I'll go make coffee."  I turned at
the sound of her voice to see her smile at my antics and it shrank my head a
bit, but not much.

	I think the whole thing helped Faye a bit -- I KNOW it helped Rachel.
Elise lavished attention on Nick and I helped out where I could, helping Faye
with the funeral arrangements and such.  Roger had everything all nice and
organized -- something I decided not to point out to anybody.  All in all it
reeked of suicide -- without the note, so you couldn't be certain and so the
insurance companies would have to pay out.  Did I care?  Not really.  It was
just best not to talk about it and give anyone ideas.  We managed to get a
wake organized for Thursday evening and the funeral for Friday morning.
There seemed to be myriad details, and I had no idea what was coming next,
but the funeral director did, as it turned out.  He had everything at his
fingertips -- including Roger's wishes, provided by Roger himself.  I would
sit in a meeting until Faye started looking glazed and then lurch up and
offer an opinion and Faye would take that moment to get a grip and they would
take off again.  Still, there were notifications to go out, mostly by
telephone, and travel arrangements to assist with and people were going to
start arriving as early as Tuesday afternoon.  I asked Faye if she wanted me
to move the girls out and she said, "Not tonight and not tomorrow -- maybe
Wednesday.  I'm going to be hip deep in relatives by then -- and some of them
will want to be here to support me and some just because they have no place
to stay."  I had the travel agency book us back in at the Biltmore starting
Wednesday evening for two days, just in case, and took a second suite for
overflow.

	Monday night found us all emotionally drained more than physically.
Faye slept alone; I took both of my girls to bed, but they were content to
cuddle up tight and I was fine with that.  Elise slept with Nick -- she had
yet to go home -- and I didn't hear anything going on over there, either.

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	Tuesday morning, we all went shopping -- but it wasn't the circus of
the previous week.  Faye needed 'widow's weeds' and Rachel and Shannon needed
similar -- even Nick and I needed suits less flamboyantly cut than my party
outfits.  Elise DID go home with Nick in tow -- and Momma and Daddy started
out hot but eventually buried the hatchet, having seen a distinct change in
their daughter's behavior, no doubt.  The women all got somber black dresses
-- but I was amazed that they seemed to display more flesh than expected.
After a bit, they had all of the accessories added and they looked properly
shut-in, I guess.  Apparently, you start with a 'little black dress' and add
a lace shawl and a bolero jacket and a hat and whatever and you're good for
the funeral, but then the next time you want to go out somewhere nice...  Go
figure.  I just got a dark suit -- off the rack.

	As predicted, relatives started streaming in and we started getting
courtesy calls from Roger's friends and co-workers.  I was rapidly dazed by
the repetitions of "This is Uncle Buck -- he's related to Daddy by marriage
through June..."  Change the names and repeat several hundred times.
Business acquaintances were easier.  Somebody arranged dinner at a restaurant
for thirty or forty people, and Faye introduced me to the bulk of them as
Rachel's 'intended' -- whatever that is.  I didn't worry about it -- Rachel
was happy to show me off and Shannon hung back in general, but some of them
had seen the news over the previous few days and there were some eruptions,
here and there.  I mean, the videos showed me having sex with Faye, you know?
The good news was that she wasn't as important in town as Elise and the
newsies had deliberately neglected to show footage of Faye's face -- but the
streaming video outlets had everything and played everything and in a crowd
that size, SOMEBODY had to have seen it.  The information filtered through
the group, bypassing some while hitting others from all sides, I guess.
Female relatives tended to take Faye aside and say, "How could you?" -- to
which Faye would explain that she had Roger's permission -- which met with
mixed reviews.  Male relatives tended to be more direct.  Faye's side of the
family assumed that she'd been drugged or something and Roger's side of the
family called her a slut -- and BOTH sides came after ME!  I got real good at
avoiding both deliberate and 'accidental' attacks, and Rachel stuck to me
like glue and ran interference and acted as my bodyguard and gave anyone who
tried anything Hell.  Fortunately, the majority were more or less oblivious.

	We didn't get rid of the last of the crowd, one way or another, until
nearly midnight -- and if I thought Monday was emotionally draining, it
wasn't a patch on Tuesday!  We just crashed; I think Rachel wanted some and
maybe Shannon did, but I just wanted to close my eyes -- and they didn't
complain.

	By Wednesday morning, we had a full-scale three-ring circus, it
seemed to me.  People arrived interrupting breakfast and everyone had to wear
their public face and nothing was fun and Faye, in particular, just put her
head down and slogged through it.  Rachel and I took her to Roger's lawyer
around ten, and on the way there Faye turned to me and said, "When are you
leaving?"

	"After the funeral.  Probably late Friday or Saturday, so most
everyone will have cleared out."

	She locked eyes with me.  "And?"

	"Yes."

	"Good."  Faye sat back.  "It will make a difference in what I tell
the lawyer.  I'm going to be good for Roger until he's in the ground, but
once this is all over I'm going to need a week's worth of TLC."  She eyed
Rachel, challenging her -- which I didn't consider prudent...

	But Rachel settled back and said, "I can hold off for a little while
-- I'm pregnant, after all.  I'm going to want mine, but it isn't as urgent
for a few days.  You get what you need, Momma."

	Faye eyed her daughter and said, "You can't KNOW you're pregnant..."

	But Rachel replied with certainty.  "You weren't there.  I KNOW.
Scotty knows -- don't you, Lover?"  I nodded.  "I'm pregnant," Rachel
insisted, sounding complacent.

	"What if I get pregnant right away?" Faye asked.

	"That's fine," Rachel replied airily.  "Shannon wants to wait six
months at least and we'll talk Alisha into that or more when the time comes.
But if you could wait three months, that would be a good thing.  Scotty needs
to have someone to bang on all year round without worrying about poking the
baby too hard."

	Faye smiled enigmatically.  "I see you have it all figured out."

	Rachel turned to her mother at that point, deadly serious, and said,
"Momma, don't get confused over who is in first position here!  You may be
older and wiser, but Scotty is MINE!"  I looked over, worried, but Rachel
patted my hand.  "Don't worry, Scotty.  We're both feisty, but we love each
other -- we'll work it out without a catfight.  Momma just needs to
understand the pecking order..."  She eyed me sidelong, "...unless I haven't
got it right?"

	"No, you're Head Girl," I agreed, "but that may not mean Head Baby-
Raiser.  We'll see.  You may need to defer to Faye in some areas..."  I
shifted my glance to Faye, "... But in others, you won't."

	"Duh!" Rachel rolled her eyes.  I ruffled her hair, laughing, getting
a squeal of outrage, and Rachel settled back into her seat to put her bun
back together.

	The lawyer knew way too much, too -- but he wasn't going to quibble
over bilking an insurance company out of a little pocket change, either,
apparently.  Faye told him to draw up a document that gave Nick everything
she was to inherit should she die or be picked up and he was all over it to
the point of having a document ready!  In just over an hour they had things
all tied up with a little pink ribbon and we went back to change for the
wake.  Faye said it was time for us to get out of the house -- things were
just too wild and wooly and we were all safer that way, so I collected the
girls and we headed back to the Biltmore to crash.

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