Death by Fucking © 2003 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter 18 So Sapien
Deirdre’s Story
It’s obvious that if someone is after our children, they are
probably after the other children of the next generation as well.
Andrew is quite prolific. Before he is through he may well have
another place in the Book of World Records.
We want to notify the parents of these children. Andrew was
reluctant to use email or telephones, since our calls and mail may be
monitored. That’s when we learned of another of our children’s
talents.
I was with Elle, reading her a story. It’s an odd thing that
even though our children can speak six languages and write computer
programs, and freeze felons in their tracks, they remain children.
We have every expectation that they may not reach adulthood
until their twenties. It is our theory –Donnie’s and mine, not
Andrew’s. We expect an extended childhood for this new species of
man that needs to learn so much.
Elle is the quiet one. When she does speak, it’s usually to
point out something that Emmy has done wrong. I worry about the
things that she doesn’t point out.
Elle wanted to talk about the awful break-in that we endured
recently. Although she is quiet and shy, her IQ is extraordinary.
Elle asked, “Momma Dee Dee, what about our other sisters?”
I was a bit surprised. “What do you mean, your other sisters?”
She said, “Aren’t they in trouble too? The bad man came to take
one of us away. Maybe he’ll want to take one of our other sisters
away, too.”
I didn’t even know they were aware of any other sisters.
Perhaps they had overheard something we said, or perhaps they had
just read our minds. Andrew keeps reminding me that they know
everything.
“Sweetie, we’re thinking of ways to tell their parents to take
care of them, warn them of the danger. We’re afraid to use the phone
or email because they might be tapped.” There is no reason to hide
things from these girls. We’re convinced that they need all the
information they can get. If they ask something, we tell them the
truth as we know it. Goodness, I see I am thinking inside of an h
Sapiens box. If they ask us something they will hear our version of
the truth whether we verbalize it or not.
Elle said, “If you want, I can tell them.”
I felt a little dizzy, and a little nauseated. What was she
saying? “Elle, what do you mean, you can tell them?”
“Oh, we can talk to each other if we want to. You know, Momma,
in our heads, the same way we talk to each other here.”
It occurred to me why Elle was so quiet. In her mind she might
be as talkative as Andrew. Maybe she prefers not to verbalize unless
it is necessary. What does that mean for the future of mankind? No
more radio talk shows. No more Rush Limbaugh. This might be a major
improvement.
“Can you talk to all of your sisters and brothers? All of the
children of your father?”
She looked as bemused as it is possible for a five-year old to
look. “I don’t know, Momma. I can talk to lots of them. I’ve never
counted. Do you want me to count? Lots of them are babies, you
know. They can’t even talk.”
One couldn’t dispute that logic. I told her to talk to each one
she could. They were to alert their parents about the possible
danger. I emailed her a spreadsheet with the name of each of
Andrew’s children and told her to check off each that she talked to.
That should narrow down the list of who we had to contact directly.
How does she contact a particular one? Do they have tMail
addresses? Can she filter her thoughts by addressee? This is too
confusing for a simple h. Sapien.
Andrew’s Story
Somebody in the government is interested in us – interested
enough to break the law to learn about us. This government loves
secrecy about its operations, so I figured the first thing to do was
to shed some light on things.
This guy Williams was due to have his hearing. At least the
police thought he was Williams. The eGirls let me know that his real
name was Morris. We planned to be at the hearing to insure that the
truth came out.
We took the liberty of talking to some people we knew in the
local news establishment, telling them that this hearing for the
attempted kidnapper might be pretty interesting. It was a big time
crime for this area anyway so it didn’t take much encouragement to
convince some radio and television people to show up, along with the
newspaper guys.
Since I’m friends with the judge, and the police, and everyone
else in the local power establishment, I was able to bring Emmy into
the courtroom with the excuse that she might be a witness. The real
reason was I needed her to wring the truth out of our perpetrator.
That poor fool won’t know what hit him.
I had clued Jake Randolph, the prosecutor, in advance that
Williams might not be who he claimed to be. I told him that I was
pretty sure his ID was falsified. We were tennis buddies. He comes
over to our place and lets me beat the crap out of him several times
a month. He knew I must have some idea about what was going down.
So when Williams took the stand, Jake’s first question was,
“Please state your full name.”
Williams responded, “Ralph William Morris.” Then he looked
shocked and said “No. Joseph Williams.”
The prosecutor looked surprised. “Didn’t you tell the police
your name is Joseph Williams? It is Joseph Williams, isn’t it?”
The ugly S.O.B. replied “Uh, yeah, Joe Williams. Uh, no, Ralph
Morris.” He looked very uncomfortable.
My buddy Jake was confused. “Which is it, Joe Williams or Ralph
Morris?”
Mister ugly looked confused too. “Ralph Morris.” It came out
like it was hissing between clenched jaws. “Joe Williams is an
alias.” That last barely had any power behind it at all. It was
like someone had reached down his throat and dragged it out. I bet
someone had.
The prosecutor said, “Well I guess you’re guilty of making a
false statement to the police. I could have sworn they called you
Joe Williams in their report. Who do you work for Mister, uh,
Morris?”
Morris was red-faced and short of breath, like he was in the
middle of running a marathon. He was fighting this, he just wasn’t
winning.
“I…work…for…the…Attorney...General…of…the...United...States.”
Jake’s mouth dropped open and there was a loud reaction from the
peanut gallery. Suddenly all ears were on the ugly man on the stand.
Jake regained his composure. “Were you told to break in to the
Adkins residence by your superiors?”
Morris looked like he was constipated. He was fighting
something with all his might, but his might just wasn’t enough.
“Yes. I was told to take a girl from the house.”
The courtroom erupted. Several local TV newshounds suddenly had
visions of network access in their eyes. They were sure glad I
talked them into coming.
Jake asked “Why were you told to kidnap a girl?”
Morris fell back on the old Nazi response. “I was only following
orders.”
He suddenly relaxed in the chair as if the bones had drained out
of his body. I heard Em’s soft thought in my mind. “Is that enough,
Daddy? He’s tired.”
I squeezed her little hand had leaned over and gave her a peck
on the check. “Good job, little one. You can lay off now.”
I had pretty much decided that as long as IAM remained a
faceless and unknown entity to the general public, we were easy
pickings to anyone who wanted to hurt us. It is time to bring IAM to
public attention. Maybe it is time to bring the children of the next
generation to public attention, too.
We won’t reveal the telepathy thing we’ve got going. But the
intelligence thing will be big news by itself. We are raising a
group of super-geniuses here. All of my kids from every twin I’ve
had the pleasure to, uh, well anyway, all of my kids are super-
geniuses.
It might not be such a good idea to bring out the actual
parentage of the IAM kids. On the other hand, if known I might be
nominated for father of the year on the strength of sheer numbers.
But they might be safer if they are known. I suspect that is
some of the information the government wanted when it tried to break
into my little database. Eddie’s and Edie’s firewalls made sure they
didn’t get it.
But they will find out themselves just by watching the comings
and goings at the institute. It will take them a while, but
eventually they are going to snag one of my children unless the
snagging becomes too public.
I talked to the eGirls about their half-sisters and half-
brothers. I was relieved and a little shocked when Deirdre told me
that they can ‘hear’ them all if they try very hard. I would think
the ‘hearing’ of hundreds of minds would be overwhelming, but they
said that it doesn’t hurt and there isn’t too much ‘noise’ in their
heads. They can turn it on and off at will – for one or dozens. And
the more they do it, the easier it is becoming.
And if I didn’t know about this particular talent, what other
talents do they possess that they have conveniently failed to mention
to us?
So the cat is going to be out of the bag, so to speak. I’ve had
a contractor begin to build a major league fence and security system
around the institute itself. Well, around our home. We are certainly
going to be the primary target for any attacks, public or private.
We acquired a couple of German Shepard pups. I’m letting Emmy train
them. By the time she’s done, no one will get onto our property
unannounced.
This is costing money! Fortunately I’ve had Elle looking at the
stock market and the commodities market for several years now. Dee
Dee and Donnie gave her ten thousand dollars to play with when she
was three. That just sounds weird to me. After she started to get
the hang of things, she received another hundred thousand. Thank God
I married two women who made a lot of money before we were married.
So Elle has been day-trading for a couple of years and doing
pretty well. Her nest-egg is up to a million-five, which ain’t bad
in this market. She says she would do a lot better if we would let
her attend some stockholder’s meetings of certain corporations.
She just wants to sit there and pick the brains of corporate
executives who might be in attendance. By ‘pick the brains’, she
means silently of course – and literally. She says it is obvious
that there is stock manipulation going on, and we might as well get
in on the action. She’s learning her scruples from her sister. Emma
has no scruples, I’m pretty sure.
Earlier this year Elle came to me and she looked even more
beautiful and charming than normal. She wanted something. I’ve
learned that most women want something, most of the time, often when
they look beautiful and charming.
She came right to the point. “Daddy, can I have ten thousand
dollars? Please, please, pretty please? Okay, Daddy, okay?”
Now, that’s a request that most parents would refuse most five-
year olds. When I was five, I would have run out of ideas about what
to spend the money on after a couple of hundred dollars worth of
candy and comic books.
But I realize she may have different priorities, so I asked her,
“What do you need ten thousand dollars for?”
Elle said, “I want to use it for the markets, of course.”
“But you’ve already got a million and a half to play with. Why
do you need any more?”
“But Daddy, you told me to play it safe and not take any
chances. That’s why I’ve got so little. I want to take a little and
try some less solid ventures that might pay more. Could I, Daddy,
Please?”
I said, “Elle, would you be gambling?”
She smiled. “Not the way I play it.” She’s a W C Fields fan.
I’ve often heard her tell Emmy “Go away kid, you bother me.”
Of course I gave it to her. She knew asking was just a
formality, cause I’m the world’s easiest mark. I mean, normally I
might be reluctant to give ten thousand dollars to a five-year old.
But when your little girl has just earned over a million dollars in
the stock market, you tend to take her seriously.
That’s one formality that Emmy doesn’t usually bother with. If
she wants to do something, she does it and maybe she’ll tell me
later.
I asked Elle the other day where her personal portfolio stood.
It’s over fifteen million and counting. You know, there was a time
when I would have gone nuts about such information. We’ve got well
over sixteen million dollars, just from what Elle made in the stock
market (she’s keeping separate portfolios, the family cash and her
‘mad’ money).
I made sure her mothers are taking care of the business end of
this. Knowing the eGirls, the money might just disappear in the
ether as far as the IRS is concerned. The girls are not convinced of
the validity of paying taxes on money they earned to a government
they don’t trust. In that at least they are conservatives. They
insist that the government need never know about the fifteen million.
I said to Elle, “There’s got to be a paper trail, an eTrail,
some kind of trail, right?”
She looked at me like I was the most pathetic loser on the
planet. “Daddy, you are so Sapien. Of course there’s got to be a
trail, but it doesn’t have to lead to us.”
My feeling is: if our family suddenly has a whole lot of money,
eventually someone is going to ask where it came from. So we pay
some capital gains tax. Who cares? We’re rich now. We’d be
slightly less rich. Infinity minus anything other than infinity is
still infinity. That’s an equation most of the rich people in this
damn country haven’t mastered yet. Why don’t they just pay some
fucking taxes already?
So we are taking a small chunk of Elle’s winnings to build
ourselves a wall between us and the world. It’s pretty sad when you
think of it. We are harmless but vulnerable.
Well, we’re not exactly harmless. And we’re not exactly
vulnerable. As a matter of fact when you think of it, we are
dangerous and pretty much impregnable. If the Attorney General is
coming in, he better bring some napalm.
The government has no idea what a can of worms it has opened.
The A.G. should have let sleeping dogs lie. We didn’t do anything to
him. But now I give him six months before Em has him back in private
practice.
I told her to go ahead and bring down the whole damn
administration if she wants. We’ll let the next administration know
that if they want to survive, they better play ball with us. If they
agree, we will all coexist in peace and harmony. That’s my story and
I’m sticking to it.
Donnie’s Story
After the news came out that we were attacked by a secret
operative of the Attorney General of the United States, everyone
wanted to know about us. I had my doubts, but Andrew felt that we
were safer in plain sight than we were hiding in secret.
The Attorney General claimed in an interview that he never heard
of this man Joe Williams or Ralph Morris, whoever he is. And he
claims to have never heard of the Institute for the Advancement of
Mankind or of Andrew Adkins. So now we are at an impasse.
Some people from CNN called and wanted Andrew to be on Larry
King Live! They said he would be on with some Southern Baptist
preacher who I never heard of, but we were assured was very
important.
Andrew said he would appear as long as he could bring one of his
children. Since the children were the point, they readily agreed.
I wasn’t sure this was a good idea. We were sitting on the sofa
in our living room. The girls were out back playing with the dogs.
The boys were down for their naps.
Dee Dee had a meeting to attend. We are very civic-minded.
Andrew has insisted from the start that we be an important part of
the local community. Now we can see why. We have friends here. It
is our town.
I said “Andrew should you be on TV? Aren’t you setting yourself
up as a target?”
Andrew felt he had no choice. “We’re already a target. As soon
as the government decided we were important, that made us important.
We’ve been in the news for days now. You and Deirdre keep turning
down requests for interviews, but eventually things are going to come
out. I’m don’t like news management, but here is our opportunity to
manage the news ourselves. We might as well take it.”
I was worried about the inclusion of some preacher. “What about
this Reverend Walters? He isn’t going to be on your side. He’ll try
to make this thing into a sideshow, pressing whatever agenda he
happens to favor.”
Andrew smiled. “Why do you think I’m taking Emmy? She will be
my little secret weapon. She is going to hack into his computers at
the church and at his home to see if anything jumps out at us. And
when this guy goes on the attack – and he almost certainly will – Em
will be into his head enough to learn whatever dirty little secrets
he is hiding. Then I’ll cut his balls off.”
I said, “That’s a revolting analogy. Please do it verbally if
at all. I thought we married a mild-mannered easy going gentleman.
But now you seem to be much more aggressive. Are you getting off on
this macho stuff?”
Andrew said, “Honey, I don’t see any other way to do it. I’d
rather sit here in our little enclave and just raise our kids. But
our kids need me to go out into the real world and fight for them.
So, are you getting off on this macho stuff yourself?”
I must admit that it made me all tingly seeing Andrew act so
decisively. He treats us so gently that it’s easy to forget that
inside that sweet exterior beats the heart of a real man. I stood
up. I reached for his hand and then pulled him up beside me. Then I
stuck my tongue down his throat.
Sometimes my lust comes upon me and I just have to take him. I
pulled him into the downstairs bedroom. He calls it the “Get Andrew
laid” room. Andrew is going to get laid. But first I want to taste
that powerful member of his.
I threw my clothes off. I was nude in no time. His eyes were
on my tits, then on my pussy, then back to my tits. He thinks I’m
sexy. When he looks at me that way I feel like I could take on the
Atlanta Falcons – one at a time.
I forced him back onto the bed, slipped off his shoes and socks,
unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He aided me by taking
off his shirt. That beautiful dick of his was fully engorged now,
sticking straight up in the air. I needed to take it in my mouth.
I kneeled between his legs and gently took that huge thing in my
hands. It is as solid as a piece of steel, yet soft and smooth on
the outside. My tongue licked from the base of his shaft all the way
up to the tip, in little loving strokes. I was holding his balls in
my hand, massaging them, tickling that little spot of skin directly
behind them. He loves that.
I took the end of his penis into my mouth. It’s always a new
experience to adjust to his size, no matter which end he’s in. My
right hand started stroking the base of his cock as my mouth sucked
in the head.
My head was bobbing up and down on his gorgeous manhood.
Andrew’s eyes were closed and his breath was coming in gasps. My
pussy was gushing I was so turned on by my man.
I could tell that he was starting to get close to his
completion, but when I’m like this I’m too selfish to let him cum in
my mouth. I wanted him inside my cunt!
I climbed up onto him and then slammed his pussy down onto his
dick, deep and hard. Andrew groaned loudly but his sounds were
drowned out by my screaming. I had my first orgasm on the way down
that huge shaft.
I withdrew several inches and plunged down again. My hands were
on his chest at first, but then I sat straight up and let my hands
drop to my side. I was rotating my pussy on his cock, extracting
every sensation I could from the intimate contact of our sex organs.
Then I had had enough of just feeling good. I needed to reach
crazed ecstasy. I lifted myself up and then plunged down again. I
used muscle power on the way up then let gravity do the work on the
way down. This is my favorite use for the force of gravity.
I needed it harder, so I started doing the work in both
directions. I was like a machine, rising and falling on his thick
long dick. I was fucking Andrew as hard and as fast as I could. He
just laid there and let me fuck him.
I could feel his dick expanding. Suddenly I was screaming
again. Sparks seemed to be shooting in front of my eyes. I felt him
spurt against my cervix. My body clenched in passion and then
everything went black.
Deirdre’s Story
Andrew and Em are to be on Larry King. The whole family drove
over to Atlanta for the big event. Donnie and I dressed identically.
Our dresses were attractive but conservative. We looked like the
perfect Southern mommy that Andrew wanted us to look like even if we
aren’t, times two. In the realm of business, Donnie and I make all
of the decisions. When faced with politics, we are just two simple
businesswomen. We let Andrew have his way.
The girls were all dressed alike as well, so we had five-year
old quadruplets, at least to the eye of the average person. Even
though they are two sets of twins, there is barely any physical
difference between Edie and Eddie and Elle and Emma. Ethan and Eric
are essentially twins as well. Andrew calls them the twin sons of
different mothers.
We created quiet a stir when we walked into the CNN studios. To
the casual observer we must look like four separate people, with
clones created for the mother, son and daughter. I know it gives
Andrew’s ego a boost to walk around with all of us at the same time.
He’s very proud of his family.
We were escorted in to the proper studio, and there we met Mr.
King. I thought he was very nice. After he left Andrew said that he
was giving Donnie and me ‘the eye’, whatever that means.
Andrew wanted each set of us to dress identically because he
suspected that Mr. King couldn’t resist including the whole family in
some shots that went out over the network. We look so wholesome and
loving that we could win the public to our side while making the
Attorney General appear to be an ogre for wanting to harm us. That’s
his theory, anyway.
When the show started, Andrew was seated on one side of this tri-
corned interview desk (with Emmy sitting on his lap), and this
Reverend Walters was seated on his opposite side. Mr. King was in
the center seat conducting the interview.
Reverend Walters was wearing an immaculately tailored three-
piece suit. Andrew whispered to me before he went on that Giorgio
Armani must have labored for weeks to put together all of that
material. Reverend Walters is a big man. Andrew said that he has so
many chins that when he nods his head he applauds himself. This
should be an interesting night.
Mr. King opened the show by giving the background, explaining
about the break-in and the information that came out in open court.
Then he turned to the fat man. “Rev. Walters, you are a close
personal friend of both the President and the Attorney General. Do
you believe they would do something like this?”
It was obvious to me that the good reverend intended to go on
the offensive from the start.
He said, “They would certainly never do anything against the
law! But we should be focusing out attention on this man here. He
is the anti-Christ!”
Andrew just sat there with an adorable little girl on his lap,
looking innocent as can be.
Larry King turned to Andrew. “Are you the anti-Christ, Mr.
Adkins?”
Andrew said, “I’m not anti-Christ, Mr. King. But I certainly
don’t favor the kind of Christ that this man pushes, so I’m not pro-
Christ either. I guess I’m Christ-neutral.”
King addressed his next question to the preacher. “What is it
about Mr. Adkins that you so dislike?”
“He is a pervert, a whore and a traitor. Tell me, Andrew, (I
can call you Andrew, can’t I?), isn’t it true that you’ve been having
meetings with a known terrorist every week for years?”
Andrew blinked. This was obviously a new one on him. “Well,
Johnny, (I can call you Johnny can’t I?) I don’t know what you are
talking about. Maybe you better make yourself a little clearer.”
“Is it not true that one Joseph Mambella has been seen coming to
your house weekly for years? Is it not also true that this Mambella
character is a known Muslim and terrorist sympathizer? How can you
explain this away? You are supporting terrorism”, he finished
triumphantly.
Andrew actually laughed. “Oh, you mean Joe, the student at
Georgia Southern? Sure, he comes to my house once a week. Why
shouldn’t he? He’s teaching my children Swahili. Is he a Muslim?
He might be. I don’t think that being a Muslim automatically
qualifies one as also being a terrorist, though there are some damn
fools who believe that. And I think you got the last part wrong
anyway. He’s not a terrorist, he’s a Tanzanian. He’s from
Tanzania.”
The good reverend saw his opening and took it. “That is on its
face the poorest excuse for a lie I’ve ever heard. This terrorist is
coming to your home under the pretence of teaching your innocent
children Swahili! Whatever the government decides to do with you is
too good for you.”
Larry King addressed a question to Andrew. “You say that your
children are learning Swahili? Aren’t they too young for that? And
why such an obscure language? Why not French or Spanish or German?
You must admit, Mr. Adkins that it appears a little odd.”
Andrew replied, “I admit nothing of the sort. Mr. King you are
displaying your Euro-centric bias, I’m afraid. Actually, the kids
are learning French and German, as well as Japanese and Chinese.
My wives tell me that children learn languages best when they are
very young and their brains are pre-disposed to acquiring language.
If you have a problem with that, complain to them. I’m just an
innocent bystander.”
Mr. King said, “Well we can clear this up easily, I guess. I
see you’ve brought your daughter with you. Would you mind me asking
her a few questions?”
Andrew smiled. “Not at all. Be my guest.”
Mr. King said to Emma, ‘What’s your name?”
Emma said, “My name is Emma and I’m five years old!”
Elle whispered to me, ‘Emmy’s going to give him her five-year
old act. This should be funny.”
Mr. King said, “Do you know a man named Joseph Mambella?”
Emma looked confused. “Do you mean Joey? He’s my teacher!”
Mr. King asked, “Could you say something in Swahili for us,
Emma?”
Emma said “Jambo. Habari? Wapi choo?” That’s all the Swahili I
understand, even after sitting in on a lot of the girls’ sessions.
Then she spewed out a string of other words that I couldn’t pick up.
All of her sisters started to laugh.
Mr. King looked impressed. “What did you say?”
She looked innocent. She said, “Hello, how are you, where’s the
bathroom. And who is the big man over there?”
I turned to Elle. “What did she really say?”
“Who’s the idiot with the fat ass?”
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “Elle, somebody
listening to this telecast will understand what she said. Then it’s
going to be all over the country.”
She nodded. “Yes, everyone will know that Reverend Walters is
an idiot with a fat ass.”
Larry King looked at Rev. Walters. “Does that satisfy you,
Reverend Walters?”
Walters continued on the offensive. “Not only is he consorting
with terrorists, he is a bigamist and a whore!”
Larry King said, “Whoa, those are fighting words. Are you a
bigamist and a whore, Mr. Adkins?”
Andrew said, “If I were, I’m sure that the government would have
found a better way to come at me without trying to kidnap my
children. I have only one official wife. And I’ve never had sex for
money. And do you think that this administration would have
hesitated to come at me with the Patriot Act if they thought they had
any chance of making it stick?”
King said, “Let’s start with your first statement. You only
have one ‘official’ wife. What does that mean?”
“I am living with two women. I consider both of them to be my
wife. But in the eyes of the law, only Deirdre is my wife. I’ve
never hid this relationship from anyone. Why should I? I love them
both. If you knew them, you’d love them both too.”
King said, “I did meet your ‘wives’ earlier. They are two very
beautiful women.” I heard Andrew mutter, “You got that right!”
Speaking offstage King said, “Could our cameras please show the
Adkins family?”
A cameraman turned his camera on our group and I saw on the
monitor a picture of eight people – six children and two mothers, all
fresh faced and very American looking (that’s the way Andrew wanted
it).
Mr. King called over to us, “Which one is Deirdre?” I raised my
hand. King said, “So Donna, what are you doing after the show?”
Everyone laughed.
He turned to Andrew. “They are very lovely women. But is it
right for you to be with both of them.”
Andrew told the truth. “When Deirdre and I started dating, she
made it clear that Donnie and she were a package deal. I couldn’t
have one without the other. It was an easy choice. I agreed to be
with both of them because I love both of them.”
Andrew told the whole IAM story, about the twins and their
difficulty with conception. He even told how Donnie and I arrange
for certain of the more desperate twins to visit us in order to
achieve conception.
The fat man said, “You see, he admits it! He is a whore and he
runs a den of inequity.”
Mr. King asked Emma, “Emma, do you know what happens when women
visit your house?”
Emma said, “Sure. Daddy’s helping them make babies. I have
lots of sisters and brothers. Momma says that Daddy is the pro… pro…
progenitor of the next generation.”
Mr. King was surprised. “Do you know what ‘progenitor’ means,
Emma?”
Emma smiled. “Daddy is the father of the New Man.”
I wonder if Andrew had meant for all of this to come out. He
must have, because he was smiling that little half smile he has when
things are going his way – which is most of the time. He is so sexy.
I was getting wet just watching him. When we get home I’m going to
rape him.
Then things made another turn. Andrew had said he was going to
cut the reverend’s balls off.
Andrew looked at Rev. Walters. “Sir, do you know anyone by the
name of Linda Thomas?”
Walters got a strange look on his face. “I know a lot of
people. I’m not sure any of them is named Linda Thomas. Who are you
to ask me questions?”
Andrew said, “Perhaps your wife should know Linda Thomas,
because you’ve been paying Linda child support for five years. Isn’t
it odd? Linda Thomas is only eighteen years old now. How old was
she when you made her pregnant?”
The fat man made a dive for Andrew over the desk. Andrew
blithely stepped back and made sure that Emma was safe.
Then he said to Larry King, “Violence is the last refuge of the
incompetent.”
Walters was controlled by two stage hands and removed struggling
from the set. I could see that Mr. King was concerned about Emma’s
safety, but Emma was obviously having a ball. She was giggling and
whispering into Andrew’s ear.
Our sweet boy is going to get it tonight. He must be the
sexiest man alive.
Larry King said to his audience, “This has been a most
entertaining segment. I think we should have Mr. Adkins on again in
the future to tell us a little about the Institute for the
Advancement of Mankind. Meanwhile, in the next segment we have the
Assistant Secretary of Defense here to talk about developments in the
war in the Middle East.”
Donnie’s Story
On the ride home from Atlanta, Dee Dee and I could barely
contain ourselves. The kids were in the back, doing and thinking
whatever they do and think.
You would imagine with six children, our car rides would be
chaos. It may well be, but all the chaos is going on inside the
children’s heads. We adults hear nothing. We are free to carry on
our conversations without anyone asking, “Are we there yet?”
They may be asking that of Andrew, but Dee Dee and I don’t hear
it. It’s wonderful. We have all the time in the world to
contemplate what we are going to do to our gorgeous Andrew once we
get the kids to bed.
Both of us made a stop in the Ladies’ room before we left the
studio. And we both removed our panties. We played with Andrew’s
head all the way home. We would flash him some leg, then flash him a
little pussy. He’s helpless against this kind of assault.
By the time we arrived at the plantation, Andrew was panting.
He may have had sex with a hundred other women since we’ve been
married, but Dee Dee and I control Andrew’s libido. He is totally in
our power.
As we were getting the children out of the car, Emmy said, “We
know. We know! We’ll go to bed so you three can get laid. Don’t
you ever think of anything else?”
What do you say to a smart aleck little girl who can read your
mind? I said, “You better hope that when you get older you have a
husband as wonderful as your father. Maybe then you’ll understand
how Dee Dee and I feel.”
Emma said, “I know, I know. Daddy’s the sexiest man on earth
and yadda yadda yadda. After tonight, you’re not the only women who
think that, you know.”
I said, “What is that supposed to mean?”
She smirked at me. “Wait till tomorrow. You’ll find out.”
I stared at her, but decided to let it drop. I was too horny to
get into an argument with a five-year old. Once Andrew is in your
blood you might as well face it you’re addicted to sex. If I have to
be addicted to anything, this is my favorite kind of addiction.
Deirdre and I each took one of Andrew’s hands and led him into
the house. We had just watched our sweet boy calmly fend of a
vicious attack on national TV and then cut his attacker’s balls off,
just like he said he would. There is nothing that he can’t do. If we
ask him real nice, maybe he will grow an additional penis, because
that seems to be his major shortcoming.
When we got into the bedroom, Dee Dee and I exchanged a look.
We must be telempathatic, at least with each other. We always seem
to know what the other is feeling. That was no big chore tonight.
We both were desperate to get laid.
I went for Andrew’s pants while Dee Dee went for his shirt. He
had removed his coat and tie before we left the studio. Seeing
Andrew in a coat and tie is very funny. He looks so uncomfortable.
But when he was on TV he was so handsome and graceful. Maybe that is
what Emma meant.
It doesn’t matter. We had our man naked before us almost
instantaneously. We pushed him on the bed and then each of us began
to strip for him. Andrew was right. Larry King thinks we’re sexy.
We feel sexy. Andrew is only man who will ever know how sexy we are.
I was so wet I was afraid I might drown him as I settled my
pussy onto his mouth. I felt that long tongue of his snake up into
my center and I shot off then and there. I had been waiting for this
all night!
Dee Dee had straddled Andrew’s cock and had slid down onto it,
moaning and screeching as she went. We are so empathetic that we are
learning to have parallel orgasms. I think her climax and mine
augment each other, because they seem to get more intense as we go.
I was rubbing my pussy on Andrew’s mouth while Dee Dee was
rubbing hers on Andrew’s crotch. Our eyes closed simultaneously and
both of us shot off again! We were so aroused!
Andrew began to get into it. I felt his tongue sliding along my
lips, then licking my clitoris. Oh, God it was intense. Dee Dee was
humping on Andrew’s cock. We both were rising to a peak again. Dee
Dee was slamming herself onto Andrew. My thighs had clamped down on
his face to keep his tongue right there!
We both erupted a third time, but this time was over the top.
The sounds of our screams filled the room. They probably filled the
house. I could see Andrew’s cum leaking from Dee Dee’s abused pussy.
I couldn’t stay where I was any more. I was dizzy and
disoriented. Dee Dee and I leaned on each other and slowly slipped
to the bed, holding each other for support and comfort. I think I
can sleep for a week.
Deirdre’s Story
I awoke in Donnie’s arms this morning. That was distinctly odd.
We were both naked lying in a puddle of emissions that had seeped
from both of our pussies, especially mine. I don’t know when I’ve
climaxed more intensely than last night. I came three times in a
half hour. So did Donnie. I could feel it. We came in unison all
three times.
We must be telempaths with each other. It just took sex with
Andrew to bring it out. Andrew was already up when we awoke. The
devil had gotten his digital camera and taken a picture of us girls
holding each other in the nude. A huge blowup of the picture was on
our dresser, waiting for us. Aren’t computers wonderful? He better
keep his copy of that behind an impregnable fire wall or he is in
trouble!
He also better understand that our policy of no girl-on-girl sex
remains fully intact. We are sisters who love each other as sisters
and who share the same man. That’s as far as it will ever go. But
the picture he took was pretty sexy.
Last night Emma implied that we will have some surprises this
morning. I nudged Donnie awake. We cleaned up, then threw those
sodden sheets into the laundry basket. By the time we made our
appearance at breakfast, both of us were fresh and clean, looking
nothing like the sex maniacs who had raped our husband the previous
night. To be perfectly frank, the more I thought about it, the more
I felt ready for another round. Sex begets sex, as Andrew likes to
say.
The eGirls were sitting at the breakfast table, eating Cheerios
and looking like the cats that swallowed the canary. They were so
smug that I knew something was up. Andrew was slicing up some
strawberries while he was cooking our grits. I saw he had the eggs
ready to put into the omelet pan, with sliced mushrooms and shallots
already sautéed.
He looked up as we made our entrance, and I could see by his
face that something was up. He looked chagrined, mostly.
I said, “Okay, Andrew, what did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. Ask the girls. I didn’t do anything,
did I girls?”
Emma was the one who spoke. I’m beginning to think she is their
representative in the verbal world. They can all speak, but Emma is
the only one who likes to hear the sound of her own voice.
“Daddy didn’t do anything, Momma. The TV did it all for him.”
Donnie asked, “What is that supposed to mean, young lady?” She
tries to appear stern with Emma but can never pull it off. It’s hard
to come down hard on someone who can read your mind. She always
knows that we are faking it.
Emmy smiled. “Why don’t we all watch CNN this morning? It might
be interesting.” I saw Andrew get a pained expression on his face.
He shook his head and closed his eyes.
We generally don’t allow any TV during family time, which
includes meals. This time I for one was prepared to make an
exception. We turned on the small tube that Andrew keeps in the
kitchen so he can watch ESPN while he cooks.
Emmy zapped the channel to CNN. It was the top of the hour. We
caught the announcer’s opening tickler. “Our top story this hour:
Andrew Adkins, the Progenitor. Some are calling him the sexiest man
on earth. Our latest CNN poll names Andrew Adkins the man most women
want to father their children. Who is he and what makes him so sexy?
Coming up: the story behind the man.”
Donnie and I collapsed onto the table, laughing hysterically.
The eGirls joined us in the laughter. Ethan and Eric were smiling as
if they were in on the joke too. Andrew looked like he was going to
be sick.
Emma’s Story
Oh boy! Daddy wants me to mess with the Attorney General’s
head. I like it when he lets me do stuff like that. I’d do it
anyway, but I like it when he doesn’t mind.
I need to hack into the computers in the Justice Department.
That’s pretty easy. I’ve been snooping around in most of the
computers up there anyway. Just for fun I change some data every now
and then. Did you know that if you add three zeros to a number, it
can change a million to a billion? Botswana is going to get a lot of
grain this year.
I never leave a footprint. That would be bad. Just to be safe,
if I’m snooping in the Defense Department, I make sure that it looks
like my computer is in the State Department. And when I’m snooping
in the State Department, I make sure it looks like my computer is in
the Defense Department.
I saw on TV that they don’t like each other very much. Maybe I
can start a war between State and Defense. That would be funny.
I wonder if the Attorney General has any dirty stuff on his
computer. I know what stuff is dirty. It’s the stuff that Daddy
tries to block on the internet. Poor Daddy! I let him think his
blocking works. I don’t even know why he blocked that stuff. I
wouldn’t look at it anyway. It’s stupid.
Maybe the Attorney General would like some dirty stuff
downloaded to his computer. I might even give him some dirty stuff
on his home computer, too. I bet he’d like that.
Maybe I won’t tell him. Maybe he wouldn’t notice if I put the
downloads in encrypted form and kind of hid them in a folder named
“AG’s Stuff”. But I’ll make the encryption pretty easy to break – in
case someone is looking for bad stuff on those computers.
I’ll just download it and then start sending emails about the
kind of things some people saw displayed on his monitor when they
were in the Attorney General’s office. I’ll make sure that no one’s
name is on the email, but if somebody tries real hard, they might
find the senders were on other computers in the Justice Department.
Maybe I should copy some of those emails to some newspapers and
TV networks. I heard Daddy say that the administration had the news
companies in their pocket. But I bet they’d like to see those emails
anyway. I think I’ll let them see them.
I saw some stuff in the Justice Department about investigations
they were supposed to do on companies that were doing bad things.
But some of the companies had friends in the White House and the
investigations were stopped or changed. I wonder if people at the
newspapers might like to know about that.
I searched all of the Attorney General’s encrypted files for
that ugly man Ralph Morris’s name. I always look at the encrypted
files first. That’s where the good stuff is.
I had Edie write a program to open any encrypted file I find.
Eddie tested it to make sure it worked. I had to laugh when I found
that the Attorney General was using 64 bit encryption. He’s mean and
stupid. I found lots of Ralph Morris stuff.
Just to be safe I’ll make a copy of everything and download it
to my super-safe server. Even all those funny emails that show the
Attorney General isn’t a very nice man.
Maybe I’ll let some of those emails come out, somehow. Data is
fun to play with. You can move it wherever you want. Sometimes when
data shows up where it’s not supposed to be, people go crazy.
I love doing that. Sometimes when I’m supposed to be taking a
nap, I’ll just hack around Washington moving and copying data. I’ve
found lots of cool stuff in the White House that they wouldn’t like
the press to know about.
I would never write a virus. Daddy says viruses are stupid and
mean. I think they’re simple-minded. They are so easy to detect
that eventually there will be an anti-virus program written to stop
them.
I like to do things that can’t be detected unless I want them to
be. That’s more fun. I know what I did. And the people I did them
to sometimes know that something went wrong. They just can’t figure
out what or why.
Sapiens are fun to play with.
Andrew’s Story
Shit hitting fan time in Washington! Whoa, who would’ve guessed
that the Attorney General likes child porn? How the hell did ABC get
hold of that bit of info? And shades of Enron, it seems like all
kinds of major oil companies are in bed with the administration.
Lots of people suspected it already, but now the illegal details are
on the front page of USA Today. It looks like Emmy is now officially
a ‘source close to the President’.
Man I’m glad Emmy’s on our side. I gave her six months to get
rid of the AG and she did it in three. The administration is
faltering. I don’t care if it falls or not. It’s too busy trying to
remain upright to worry about little us.
Ralph Morris is now unofficially revealed as someone known to
the Attorney General. So the AG was caught in a lie of major
proportions. This Sunday I’m going to let the eGirls watch Meet the
Press. It should be good for a laugh.
These people just don’t get it. I personally am the father of
the two hundred smartest people on the face of the earth. They can
do anything. I think I’m the only one who knows that. I keep
telling Deirdre and Donnie, and they keep being surprised about what
the kids do.
They shouldn’t be surprised. The kids will do whatever they
please, make as much money as they want to make, invent what they
need, hack into wherever they want to hack into. We’ve got to give
them the highest moral standards possible, because otherwise we could
be giving birth to a race of sharks.
My wives are sweet and innocent. They’ve long contended that
the next generation will be givers, not takers. The hunter-gatherer
mentality of h. Sapiens is no longer viable in a world with all these
people and so few resources. They feel that our kids won’t have that
mentality.
I will say that none of them have a mean bone in their body. Is
it nature or nurture? Their mothers are so soft and easy to get
along with, how could the children be any way other way? Even Emmy
is basically just a sweet little girl who likes to affect the course
of history.
I think she and Elle may be the first persons in the world to
fully understand the power of the internet. They can sit at their
workstations and blithely disrupt the workings of the US Government
or pick up a few million dollars before they have to take a nap.
Eddie and Edie are more scientific-minded. They aren’t
interested in making money and they don’t care about screwing the
government. Their passions are consumed by designing systems right
now.
They’ve gone about as far as they can go with software
development, given the state of current hardware technology. So now
they are working on designing their own hardware.
I just sit back and watch, sometimes try to understand where
they are all going with these things. It’s way over my head.
They’ve all got carte blanche to do whatever they please so long as
it is safe and not harmful to others (the administration doesn’t
count).
We have these two German Shepherds that are part of the family
and that guard the property from intruders. They are very
intelligent (for dogs), are excellent sentries, and love the eKids.
Sometimes they will sit patiently at Edie’s side as she works.
I see her talking to the dogs, explaining what she is doing. They
cock their heads to the side and their intelligent eyes appear to
comprehend everything. They don’t know dick.
And she treats me the same way, allowing me to sit there and
watch. She talks her way through some concept and I cock my head to
the side and look at her intelligently, comprehending nothing.
Just because I fathered them doesn’t mean I understand them.
‘New Man’ Emma called it. And the damn media picked right up on
that. I guess the next generation was already taken.
We had no idea six years ago when we planned for this over
dinner what we were starting. I guess we were looking for some
slightly smarter versions of ourselves if we were lucky.
But the eKids are as far ahead of h. Sapiens as h. Sapiens were
ahead of Homo Erectus. In one generation there has been a quantum
leap. We’ll learn as they grow up if their ethical universe is as
advanced as their mental one. If so, Donnie and Dee Dee and I may
have saved the world.