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– and his score often attracted unwanted attention, especially from women. She knew his name and, despite that “can’t”, he hadn’t wanted to make it too easy for her to discover his address. So I helped them find good sponsors and concubines to match up with. She’s a senior in college and is working in my office as an intern. I haven’t actually asked her yet though.” He’d taken his CAP test three years ago during his final year in college and he’d had a of offers. Luckily she only had two weeks of her internship left, so keeping his score quiet wasn’t difficult.
He’d pulled his credit card from his wallet and his CAP card came out as well, landing with his name and score showing: Carl E. The big 7.1 was impossible to miss, and Harriet didn’t miss it.Any potential concubine would be aware of it to some degree.After her internship ended, Zandra moved into Carl’s apartment while she finished college.He was reasonably sure that Zandra, the intern he’d mentioned earlier, didn’t know his score. “Then she probably doesn’t have any mothering experience? Other than that she would have made a good concubine; the problem was with him, not her. Darlene was twenty-three, dyed blonde and with her tattoos and piercings, nothing like his mother.She’d only asked him once, and he’d avoided the question. ” “No, she doesn’t.” “You’ll need a mother of course. He didn’t feel it would be fair to test her, so he didn’t. Harriet said that Darlene worked at the children’s center, which confirmed she was good with kids.That was a big topic among her girls: whether to lose their cherries before any pickup, offer it to a sponsor during a pickup, or keep it for after. She wasn’t ready for anal either, so her test drive would be blowjobs only, which Harriet passed on to Carl. Sophie wasn’t going to do anything he said for her ticket off Earth – she wanted her own input.
Indirectly she was thinking about the man behind the CAP score. The pair had met about a year ago when the Confederacy had extracted Linda’s father and family.
He was turning into an asshole.” “Probably for the best,” Carl said. I cleaned out my ass before I came over, so that’s OK if you want it.” He half expected her to have “Property of Hell’s Angels” tattooed on her butt. Darlene had two children: Francine was three and her brother, Grady, was four.
“Assholes usually stay assholes.” “Yeah, they do,” she agreed. She obviously had them both well under control when she brought them round to meet him.
It was their first visit, so they were both on their best behavior. A few years ago, girls that age were illegal and definitely off-limits.
That wouldn’t always be the case of course, but he didn’t anticipate anything beyond the usual childhood tantrums from them later. Darlene’s personality was much more outgoing that Zandra’s; Carl could see that she would be able to run his new household the way he wanted. Now they were legal and very eager to show that they were on-limits, but he was still bothered by the restrictions he’d lived with for so long. He was getting the same feeling he’d had in college: they didn’t want him, they only wanted his CAP card.
At fourteen she wasn’t eligible to go as a dependent, so the city put her in the children’s center where she met Sophie.