Chapter 13

Robert helped Alexia get the old mattress out of the way, and get the new one on. “I forgot how heavy these damn things are.” Robert says, breathing a bit hard.

“My old one at the apartment was light, but it was also very thin, and very uncomfortable.” Alexia says, sprawling out on the new mattress. “Mistress Jane sounded a little panicked about Mei. Do you think she will be alright?”

“I think she will be.” Robert says. “She gave her word to Mei and Mrs. Chen, and the idea of letting them down is probably freaking her out a bit. We should probably go down and help Lucia find the profile, a photo of her profile with her not looking totally upset would probably help tremendously.”

The pair walk down the stairs, Robert detouring to Jane’s office to get the girls’ phones. “Any luck yet?” He asks, handing each of them their phone.

“Not yet.” Lucia says. “Do either of you remember her exact age?”

“I think Jane said 19.” Robert says. “Can you filter by ethnicity? That would probably be faster, there isn’t a large Asian population here.”

“I did, but nothing came up. I don’t know that they are using all of the filters yet.” Lucia responds. “I’ll try no kids, red card, and 19, and see how far that narrows it down. If that doesn’t work I’ll just go through them one by one.”

“We can always take turns.” Robert says. “She may not even be in yet, do you see a way to tell when it was last updated?”

“No, honestly this site kind of sucks.” Lucia says. “Wait, I think that’s her.” The photo was of a young woman, not smiling, but not crying like most of the others.

Robert leans in closer and says. “I think so too. I’ll send a photo to Jane for her to confirm.”

He takes the photo, and then sends it to Jane, asking her to please let him know as soon as possible, so that they would know if they needed to keep looking. “Is there a phone number on the site for people to call?”

“Let me look.” Lucia says, and scrolls around the site a bit, switching pages a few times, before finding one. “You could try this one. Why are you calling though?”

“I want to see how soon we can get Mei, and if there is anything we can do to make sure of it.” Robert says. “I want Jane reassured as quickly as possible.”

Robert’s phone buzzes, and it’s Jane, confirming that the photo is Mei. Robert texts back that he will call her in a few minutes.

“Can you find Mei’s profile again? I’d like to see everything that’s on it, and I might need her ID number.” Robert says, dialing the number Lucia showed him. Alexia waves at Lucia, to show she is going upstairs.

After a few rings, Robert gets an answer.

“Better America support, how can we help you?” A female voice says.

“Hello, I’m an approved green card bidder, and there is a profile on the site that I’d like to ensure I get. I’ve already used my claims, is there any way to expedite the process?” Robert asks.

“What’s the profile number?” the woman on the other end asks.

Robert reads the number off the screen into the phone.

“Let me transfer to your local Better America office, they should be able to let you know for sure. Each area is doing things a bit different, based on the amount of bidders, and the amount of women available.” the woman says, and a moment later, Robert hears hold music.

“They are transferring me.” Robert says. A moment later, someone picks up. “Better America, how can I help you?”

“Hello, I’m an approved green card bidder, and there is a profile on the site that I’d like to ensure I get. I’ve already used my claims, is there any way to expedite the process?” Robert repeats himself.

“Hang on a minute, let me transfer you to my boss.” the voice says.

Robert sighs, but thankfully someone picks up after about 30 seconds. “Hello, I understand you are calling about buying a concubine?” A man’s voice says.

“Yes, I’m already an approved bidder, and a green card. There is someone on there I know, and I’d like to make sure I end up with them, as soon as possible preferably.” Robert explains.

“What’s the profile number?” The man asks, and Robert reads it again.

“And your bidder or license number?” he asks, and Robert gives him that from his green card.

“So she’s scheduled for auction in about 10 days. We are doing them in batches, eventually the site SHOULD have an auction date on the profiles. Right now the plan is to do one per day, with a preview window before the auction for both that day and the next day’s concubines.” The man explains. “You said you know her personally?”

“Yes.” Robert says, biting back the urge to explain more.

“You may already know this, but orange card auctions are on Saturday. If you line up a few more you want, I could put a small red card group together for after that. We are giving green cards first pick there as well. I can’t guarantee you would get her, but you’d at least get to bid on her, and if you win, take her home that day.” The man explains.

“I’ll go through the profiles tonight, can I email you a few others once I do?” Robert asks.

The man agrees, and gives Robert his email address. “Just be prepared to bid on any red cards I move up for the Saturday auction at your request. And if there are orange cards that don’t get bids at the end of the night, be prepared to be assigned one. We’re at a 2 to 1 ratio right now, and we are getting more in every day.”

“I understand, and I greatly appreciate that.” Robert says.

“All bidders are going to start receiving information in their email soon about auction times and dates. I suggest showing up early if you want to preview in person, that starts 2 hours before auction time.” The man says. “Any other questions?”

“I hesitate to even ask, but is there a limit on how many women I can bid on, and how many I HAVE to bid on?” Robert says.

“The numbers aren’t finalized yet, but probably on Saturday morning you should be able to go to the BAA site and put in your ID number, and it will show you a minimum and maximum. Based on the information I’m seeing, I would expect your numbers to be higher than most. You’ve got the household income to support a reasonable amount of concubines, and you don’t have a ton of kids already.”

“Shit, I’m going to need a bigger house.” Robert says.

“There are going to be programs for that.” The man says. “Lots of houses are coming empty, so some people will likely split their concubines between a few. There is also a relocation program being planned, though that may not be announced for a while.”

“Thanks.” Robert said. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

Lucia looks at him questioningly, and he explains the phone call. “Amazing how much more sense a conversation makes when you can hear both sides.” She says. “So we need to find a few more red cards you can live with ASAP?”

“Apparently.” Robert says. “Do you mind starting to look until Jane gets home with the food? And then maybe we can pair up after dinner and do more looking?”

“I’m already looking.” Lucia says. “Alexia and I talked to Jane about it earlier, but do you have any preferences?”

“Not everyone we pick has to be to my taste.” Robert says. “The best picks will be people who get along with all of us.”

“Yes, but I can’t tell personality from a photo of a distressed woman.” Lucia tells him with a bit of sass. “I need filters, there are simply too many profiles to go through all of them.”

“Fine.” Robert says. “What are the filters?”

“First one is age.” Lucia says. “How about 18-26?”

“I don’t mind going higher.” Robert says. “I’m not exactly a teenager myself after all.”

“We discussed it with Jane, and she has good reason for the logic.” Lucia says. “So unless you tell me you are more attracted to women above that age, I’m keeping it.”

“Fine, we can keep it. What’s next?” Robert says.

“Ethnicity.” Lucia says. “It doesn’t appear to work for all of the profiles, but if there is something you want to filter out...”

“Let’s leave that for now. I definitely have a thing for Asian and Latina girls, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find other women just as attractive.” Robert says.

“Card status we already have selected, and no kids.” Lucia says. “And before you object on the kids thing, you will have to talk to the Mistress, she was firm on that.”

“I’ll talk to her later, but I’m sure I know her reasoning.” Robert says. “If you are good, I’m going to call Jane, and check on Alexia.”

A moment later Robert was explaining his conversation with the BAA people to Jane. “So we can potentially bring her home on Saturday?” Jane asks hopefully.

“As long as we can get a few more profiles together, and he actually bumps the auction date to Saturday.” Robert says. “I’ve already got Lucia sorting through profiles, but I think tonight we should pair up with the girls and try to keep going until we have at least 5 good options.”

“Didn’t he say you have to bid on everyone you send?” Jane asks. “Are you prepared to bring home 7 women at once? We don’t even have enough beds for that.”

“We won’t be the only ones bidding I’m sure, and worst comes to worst, we can probably fit all 4 of us in our bed, put 3 in the spare room, and then 4 on the bunk beds. Or put someone on the couch temporarily.” Robert says. “It’s worth it if it keeps you from melting down waiting two weeks to find out if we can get Mei.”

“I won’t melt down.” Jane insists. “Pizza is ready, I’ll be home shortly.”

“Drive safe honey, Love you.” Robert says, and hangs up.

Jane sighs as she hangs up, walking up to the counter to pick up the pizza. As Jane walks to the car with the pizza, her phone starts ringing again. She puts in the trunk, and then looks at the phone again. She doesn’t recognize the number, and it’s already gone to voicemail. She gets in the car, and waits a moment for the voicemail to come in. Once it does, she hits play.

“Mistress, this is the slave girl Amber. My Master did not return home last night. This slave was instructed to inform you if this occurred. This slave will remain here until she hears from you.” With that the voicemail ends.

“Fuck.” Jane said. “This is the last thing I need right now.”

Jane picks up the phone, and dials Robert instead of calling back Amber.

“Jane, is everything ok?” Robert asks.

“I’m fine.” Jane huffs. “I swear, this day went from awesome and relaxed to super stressful. I just got a voicemail from Amber. Her Master didn’t come home last night, and apparently he instructed her to call us if that happened and await our instructions.”

“Shit.” Robert says. “Have you called her back?”

“I hate to ask, but can you?” Jane says, clearly frustrated. “I’m sorry to ask, but this is all just a bit much for me today.”

“Text me the number, and then come home.” Robert says. “I’ll handle it, and when you get home I will let you know the plan.”

Jane texts Robert, takes a minute to collect herself, and starts the car, driving back home.

“What was that, Master?” Lucia asks Robert, who is sitting next to her on the couch still.

“Amber called Jane, and apparently her Master didn’t come home last night.” Robert said. “Apparently we are the emergency contacts for her, so she’s going to sit there until we call or show up.”

“We should probably go get her tonight.” Lucia says.

“I’m going to. Jane is having a bit of a breakdown though, I need you and Alexia to stay here and keep an eye on her. Maybe Alexia can give her a nice long bath, and then you can all hang out together. She’s getting too stressed with all of this I think.” Robert says.

“I would rather you didn’t go alone.” Lucia says. “Can I go with you?”

“I don’t know what I’m driving into.” Robert says with a sigh. “And no offense, Lucia, but you aren’t exactly a physically imposing girl.” Robert waves at her 5’ at best, less than 100 pound frame. “If Amber means to cause trouble while I’m driving, I honestly don’t think you could stop her. I’d rather not risk you getting hurt.”

“What if you took Alexia, and I stayed with the Mistress?” Lucia asks. “She’s a little bigger than me, and she could probably at least keep her busy until you stopped the car.”

“I need her to take care of Jane.” Robert says.

“I can do that.” Lucia says. “Trust me.”

“I’ll talk to Jane about it.” Robert says. “She and Alexia are close, having Alexia with her might help her tonight.”

“I can give her a bath, and sit with her and watch her favorite show or something.” Lucia insists. “I’ll take good care of her, I promise.”

“I know you will, sweet girl.” Robert says, putting his arm around her and pulling her closer to him. “Have you found any good options yet?”

“I’m just going through and flagging possibles based on age and appearance so far.” Lucia says. “Then I’ll open the profiles I flagged and read the details, and that will cut the numbers down significantly.”

A moment later, she adds. “How would you feel about a more muscular woman?”

“I have no idea.” Robert says. “I can honestly say I’ve never been with one. We did have some sub who was definitely strong, but she didn’t really look muscular. I guess I’m fine with it? Why?”

“I was just thinking, if we had a girl in the house who knew martial arts, or was really strong, or something like that, she would be ideal to go with you on a trip like this.” Lucia says. “I don’t know if we will find someone who fits that bill, but it’s worth trying, if you don’t object.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to have someone like that to go out with Jane as well.” Robert muses. “If you can find a few options, flag the profiles, and I’ll see if we can find one that will work.”

“Thank you.” Lucia says. “I really appreciate you listening to me. I didn’t really expect that when this all started.”

Robert leans over and kisses her. “I hope I will always listen to my girls advice, especially when it’s good. I need to call Amber now though, before Jane gets home.”

Robert gets up off the couch, and dials the number, pacing across the room. On the fifth ring the call connects. “Master Jackson’s residence, how may I help you.” A voice says quietly, with just the slightest hint of a quiver.

“Hello. My name is Robert Wolfe.” Robert begins. “Is this Amber?”

“Yes, Master.” Amber answers. “May this slave ask if your wife is Mistress Jane?”

“She is. She asked me to call you back, she is a little busy right now with something else.” Robert says. “So Jackson didn’t return home? I’m assuming you think he isn’t coming back?”

“My Master would not abandon this slave.” Amber says, a bit indignantly. “He left instructions in case this happened, and this slave now awaits instructions on how to proceed.”

“What did he tell you would happen next?” Robert asks, hoping that he doesn’t have to explain about her being gifted to (or dumped on, he thought sourly) them.

“My Master informed me that if he did not return home, that this slave was to be the property of yourself and Mistress Jane, assuming you came to claim this slave. If you do not, this slave is to walk to town and submit herself to the authorities.” Amber says, as if reciting something she memorized.

“And do you want us to come claim you?” Robert asks.

“That was my Master’s wish, therefore it is mine.” Amber asks. “I always obey my Master.”

Robert sighs, realizing he isn’t going to get her actual opinion out of her. Rubbing his head with frustration, he asks “How soon can you be ready to leave?”

“This slave is ready.” Amber says. “This slave packed the items my Master instructed before calling Mistress Jane.”

“I will try to get there tonight.” Robert says. “If I’m not able to make it there tonight, do you have food?”

“My Master does not permit this slave to eat without permission.” Amber says.

“If I tell you to eat, will you?” Robert asks, getting slightly aggravated because he already knows the answer.

“Once you arrive and claim this slave, this slave will follow all orders promptly and without complaint.” Amber says. “Until then I must follow My Master’s orders.”

“Then I will make sure to get there tonight.” Robert says. “Can you text me the address?”

“This slave is sorry, this is a landline.” Amber says. “This slave is not permitted the use of computers or other electronics, even this phone is only permitted to be used in emergencies.”

“Do you know the address?” Robert asks, realizing this could be much more complicated than he imagined.

“Yes, Master.” Amber says, and reads it to him. Robert quickly puts it on speaker, and gestures to Lucia to type it. She doesn’t quite get it, and Robert has Amber read it again. Putting the address in his phone, he sees it’s about an hour away.

“I can be there in an hour and a half.” Robert says. “Please make sure you are ready to leave at that time.”

“Yes, Master.” Amber answers, and Robert realizes he isn’t likely to get anything else useful from her.

“When did you last eat?” Robert asks.

“My Master fed this slave two nights ago.” Amber answers.

“We will bring you food.” Robert says. “The ride home is about an hour.”

“Thank you, Master.” Amber says.

“Amber, is there anything else you need? Or anything else I should know?” Robert asks.

“This slave is ok, Master. Thank you, Master.” Amber says.

“I will do my best to be there in an hour and a half. If you haven’t seen me within two hours, please call Mistress Jane again. If anything changes before I get there, call my number.” Robert says, giving her his number.

“Yes, Master.” Amber says.

Robert hangs up the phone, more than a bit frustrated.

“Was the whole conversation like the part after you put it on speaker?” Lucia asks, a bit incredulously.

“Yes, the whole damn thing was that. Referring to herself as ‘this slave’ and not giving me actual useful information unless I asked for it directly.” Robert says, venting a bit. “Thank you for being normal.” he adds with a tiny laugh.

“Anything for my Master.” Lucia says, teasing him. “I see what Jane meant about her being a project, and why you were concerned about taking her.”

“Yeah, exactly. That’s why I said this is going to be a group effort, there is only so much ‘Yes, Master.’ I can take.” Robert says. “I’m going to start getting the table set, I need to eat fast so I can go get Amber.”

“I’ll set the table, Master.” Lucia says, putting down the laptop. “Maybe go get Alexia, and make sure you are both dressed and ready for the trip.”

“Thank you, Lucia. You are my angel.” Robert says, giving her a quick kiss before heading upstairs to let Alexia know the situation.

A few minutes later Jane pulls in, and Lucia yells up the stairs for Robert and Alexia. As they are eating, Jane helps get everyone set up in a signal group, and Lucia explains the plan to Jane, so that Robert can focus on eating.

“Alexia, I want you to go with Robert.” Jane says. “You aren’t going alone, and apart from me, she’s your best option. Lucia and I need to review profiles anyhow.”

“We can work on profiles later.” Robert says between bites. “You need to relax and de-stress.”

“I’ll take tomorrow off, and relax a bit then.” Jane says. “We need to do profiles tonight.”

“Ok, but promise you will take the day off tomorrow.” Robert says, and Jane does.

“I’m done, Master.” Alexia says. “Is there anything I can do to help get us ready to go?”

“Maybe find some food and water for us to take for Amber. I have no idea what she eats, so maybe a variety of snacks?” Robert says.

“I suspect she doesn’t get much variety.” Jane says. “Based on that photo, she probably doesn’t eat much in general.”

“Oh, and once you get done with that, maybe you can pick out something for her to wear? I’m not driving her around in that ridiculous outfit from the photo.” Robert says.

“Look in my closet, there are some dresses that will probably be too big for her, but at least they will be long enough. Pick something fairly plain, and easy to put on. And grab the collars, you don’t have to wear one if you don’t want to, but she will probably want to.” Jane says, and Alexia starts working on gathering the items.

“Robert, just remember she has been programmed for the past 8 years to be what she is.” Jane says. “Try not to get too frustrated with her.”

“I’ll do my best, honey.” Robert says. “You should have heard the phone call, it was like pulling teeth to get any information.”

“I only heard half of it, but that part was pretty bad.” Lucia says. “I’ll tell you about it while we go through profiles.”

A minute or so later Robert finishes eating, and goes to finish getting ready. “We are headed out.” Robert says, giving first Jane, and then Lucia a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t know how much cell signal we are going to have on the trip, but I’ll have Alexia post updates occasionally in the group chat.”

A little over an hour later, as daylight is fading, Robert and Alexia pull into a long dirt driveway. “I hope this is the right place.” Robert says. “This looks like the kind of place where you might get shot for pulling into the wrong driveway at night.”

He continues slowly down the driveway until he pulls up in front of a somewhat rundown house. “Stay in the car.” Robert tells Alexia. “If this is the wrong place we might need to get moving fast. I’ll wave at you if it’s her, and you can get out.”

Robert gets out of the car, but before he can reach the door it opens, and Amber is there. “Hello Amber.” Robert says, as Amber sinks to her knees, head bowed. “No need for all of that. Are you ready to go?”

“Master, this slave is ready for you to claim her.” Amber says, waiting for something.

Robert waves at Alexia, who approaches, holding a collar. “Bear with me a bit, I’m not a Gorean.” Robert says. “Explain the process please.”

“Please remove the collar from this slave, and put your collar on in it’s place.” Amber says. “The collar this slave wears belongs to My Master, and this slave cannot leave with it on.”

Robert reaches out, touching Amber for the first time, as he struggles a bit to remove the bulky collar from her neck. Underneath it the skin is calloused, almost appearing to be scarred. Alexia hands him the temporary collar, and Robert puts it on Amber, making sure it’s not too tight. “Is that comfortable?” Robert asks gently.

“That is fine, thank you Master.” Amber says. “May this slave rise?”

“Of course.” Robert says. “And there is no need for the Master stuff...” Robert stops as Amber begins to strip, careful to keep her gaze directed downward. “Woah, no need for that at all.” Robert says, trying to stop her without touching her.

“Master, a slave should never conceal herself from her Master.” Amber says, pausing. “Has this slave displeased you?”

“No, it’s fine.” Robert says. “Alexia, can you get the dress, and step inside with her to help her change?”

“Yes, Master.” Alexia says, going back to the car to get the dress. Amber’s eyes appear to follow her as she does.

“Can you please go inside and change into this? Alexia can help if you need it.” Robert says.

“Does this slave’s body displease you, Master?” Amber asks.

“No, I would just like you to wear this dress. Jane specifically requested it.” Robert says, stretching the truth a bit in hopes she will just do what he says.

“Yes, Master.” Amber says, backing up to enter the house. “This slave doesn’t need help.”

A few moments later Amber comes back out wearing the dress, and holding her previous clothes, folded neatly. She leans down to open her bag, and puts the clothes inside. “This slave is ready, Master.”

“Great.” Robert says. “Do you get carsick? You can sit up front if you need to.”

“This slave prefers to sit behind her Master, if that is permitted.” Amber says, still not meeting Robert’s gaze.

“Wherever you want.” Robert says, and he leads the way to the car. Alexia grabs her stuff from the front seat, and gets into the back next to Amber. “Anything else you need before we leave? Keep in mind that you may never come back here.”

“Thank you, Master. I am ready.” Amber says quietly.

As Robert turns around to go back down the driveway, he hears Alexia show Amber the snacks, and ask if she wants some of them, or some water. He can’t quite make our Amber’s response, but then he hears Alexia say “So you can’t eat unless Master Robert gives you permission?”

Amber must have nodded, because Alexia says “Master, can you please tell Amber to eat?”

“Amber, are you hungry?” Robert asks.

“Yes, Master.” Amber says.

“Then pick a snack and eat it. If you are still hungry after a few minutes, take another. We will get you some real food when we get home. Do you like pizza?” Robert asks.

“This slave is not sure, Master.” Amber says.

“Have you not had pizza before?” Alexia asks incredulously. “It’s the best thing in the world.”

“This slave remembers liking it as a child.” Amber says.

“What do you normally eat?” Alexia asks.

“Bread sometimes, but usually porridge.” Amber says.

“That’s it?” Robert can’t help but cut in.

“Yes, Master.” Amber says.

“Why?” Alexia asks. “You are way too skinny too, were you being punished?”

“It was what My Master ... Master Jackson, wanted.” Amber says, not quite catching herself in time. “I’m sorry Master Robert, this slave will work on that.”

“It’s fine.” Robert says. “Adjustments take time, and I think Alexia will tell you, I try to be very understanding.”

“Thank you, Master.” Amber says, and then hesitates.

“What is it?” Robert asks. “I’d rather you just ask the questions you have, it will be easier for all of us.”

“Are you giving this slave permission to speak freely, Master?” Amber asks for clarification.

“Yes.” Robert says shortly.

“Who will punish me for my mistake?” Amber asks.

“Punish you?” Robert said. “I already said it was fine, you don’t need punishment.”

“I think I understand, Master.” Amber says. “I need to punish myself?”

“No, damnit.” Robert says exasperatedly. “No punishment. The Mistress and I can go over rules with you tomorrow, but until then, no punishments unless you harm someone.”

Amber looks confused, but says “Yes, Master.”

Alexia chimes in. “Why don’t you pick a snack now?” she pulls one of each of the snacks out of the bag.

“I’ve never had any of these.” Amber says. “I don’t know which to pick.”

“Alexia, start with whatever is most bland. Crackers, if you packed them.” Robert says. “Amber, do you have any food allergies?”

“Not that I know of, Master.” Amber says, taking the crackers that Alexia offers her.

“Amber, I would suggest eating slowly, since you haven’t eaten in a few days. We don’t want you getting sick.” Robert says. “Maybe eat a cracker, ask a question, and eat another one while we answer.”

Amber opens the package, eats one cracker, and then asks “Is this your first girl, Master?”

“What is a first girl?” Alexia asks. “I mean, I was technically the first one you claimed.”

“A first girl is essentially the girl that runs the house day to day.” Robert explains. “Were you Jackson’s first girl?”

“Yes, Master.” Amber says.

“Maybe you can explain it in more detail for Alexia.” Robert says. “And to answer your question, we only have two girls now, eventually the plan to is have them both be joint first girl, essentially.”

“The first girl is in charge of the other girls.” Amber says. “She instructs them on their duties, disciplines them, and helps to train them. Sometimes the first girl is the Master’s favorite, and sometimes it’s just someone who is good at keeping the other girls in line.”

“And if she is the Master’s favorite, sometimes the Master has the other girls call her Mistress.” Robert says. “Did Jackson do that for you?”

“No, Master.” Amber says.

“Any idea why not?” Robert asks.

“I believe Master Jackson thought of me as his love slave.” Amber says. “He never told me that, but he was harder on me that the other slaves.”

“What does that mean?” Alexia says. “It’s like the two of you are speaking a foreign language.”

“A love slave is a Master’s perfect slave. Part of that includes being more firm with your love slave.” Robert explains. “Is that basically correct, Amber?”

“Yes, Master.” Amber says.

“That was the last cracker.” Alexia says. “Are you still hungry?”

“Yes, thank you.” Amber says.

“Why don’t you choose your next snack?” Robert says.

“Is that one meat?” Amber asks.

“Yes, it’s beef jerky.” Alexia says.

“May I try that next?” Amber says.

“Only one piece.” Robert says. “If you haven’t had meat in a long time, too much at once could make you sick.”

“Thank you, Master.” Amber says.

“What other questions do you have about us, Amber?” Robert asks.

“Master, you said you only have two girls now. What will my role be? I’ve been trained for many things.” Amber says.

“We can figure out your role over time. I suspect it will change based on how many girls we have, and what needs aren’t otherwise being fulfilled.” Robert says. “The one thing I’d very much like is for you to help Alexia and her cousin Lucia learn to be first girls. We aren’t Goreans, and we run things very differently, but they do need to learn to manage the other girls, delegate tasks, etc. We expect to start getting more girls this weekend, and apart from you, we only know who one of the others will be.”