We’d just finished another semester and more or less managed to maintain our focus during beautiful Montreal spring. I don’t know what it’s like...to try to study in more temperate climates, but when the snow melts and the city patios start to come to life, it’s almost unbearable to keep your nose buried in books. It was a short walk from our campus to a stretch of bars on Bishop St. There was a place there where we were fairly regular at and it seemed like as good a place as any to go when. She told me it was his idea. I told her I found that hard to believe. She said that wasn't the only hard thing but it was true. I looked down and saw my trousers had bulged noticeably. She swore it was her husbands idea, and I stopped arguing as she kissed me, and my hand automatically went up to her beautiful breast, feeling her hard as rock nipple. I heard her moan and she took my hand and brought me to her sitting room.I sat down in the corner seat and she helped me strip. I got a thrill. “After this, I got augmentations coming up, and I trust that you and Zoe can run the shop while I do those, after which I can do so while you undergo yours. We need a good rotation for a bit, to make sure that we always have someone on staff, not counting concubines, and I plan to put more of them to work in such capacities. We three can’t do it all and idle concubines have too much time to obsess over their doom. Plus, let’s be frank, the more they work, the better their hopes of raising their. .. a difference."There was a long silence. Nobody moved. Then at last the mother spoke again. "You humans have taught us very much in many ways. You teach us again now." She turned to Meiers­dottir. "We will go with you, Amanda. You say one hundred may go?"Meiersdottir's jaw had literally dropped. She swallowed to dispel a sudden lump in her throat. "About that," she answered in a husky voice. "Perhaps a few more." One hundred and ten?" the alien asked. Meiersdottir nodded wordlessly. "They.