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Everyone shook their heads. Even Nora.
"What about your other people?" asked Katie. "Like Heidy and Phineas and the others."
"I’m not comfortable with the idea of you all being ogled by Lars, Phineas, or Heidy. Nora and Rina excluded, they’re free to be ogled by whoever they want."
"What about Astrid and Cindy?" asked Katie.
"Cindy is Heidy’s partner, so no. As for Astrid, it’s too soon to be inviting her to something . Maybe later."
As for Page, he hadn’t heard anything from her, so he assumed she was doing okay.
He wasn’t interested in her romantically, and he’d only soul bonded her as a way to mitigate the risk of her becoming stalkery. It seemed to have worked, so he didn’t see a need to involve her in anything.
Once she got closer to graduating and actually joining the military for real, he’d talk to her and see if she could be useful to him.
"Okay, this Saturday we will spend the day on the beach."
"Do we have to wear swim-suits," asked Miranda with a mischievous smile.
"I don’t care either way, but..."
Then looked at Nora and Rina. "It’s up to you two. If you’re not comfortable with one or more of my girlfriends running around naked, then I’ll just declare the beach clothing mandatory."
"I don’t mind," said Rina.
Over their connection he could sense some curiosity and thought she might be hoping to see him naked.
Nora looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "I don’t mind either. You have seven girlfriends to keep you occupied, so I don’t think you’ll be spending the whole day staring at me."
"True. Not the whole day."
She squinted at him, understanding what he was implying, then relaxed and shrugged. She was finally accepting that he could feel desire for her, yet remain in control of himself.
"Okay, meeting’s over. Samantha, let’s talk to your mom first."
"Yes!" she said as he led her towards his tropical interview room.
Katie stopped him long enough to give him a kiss and say, "I’ll be in my room reading when you’re ready for me."
When he and Samantha got to his tropical interview room, he took a snapshot and located her mom. It was late at night in the physical world, so she was asleep in bed.
"For the other people, I had them get up, get dressed, then forget about the part where I saw them in bedclothes, or naked. So, if you don’t want me seeing your possibly naked mom, we can wait until later, when she is up and clothed."
Samantha giggled. "Mom would be thrilled if she thought a young, handsome man like you was ogling her naked body. I say we summon her as she is."
He gave her a look. "Are you angling for some kind of mother-daughter thing?"
"No," she said hesitantly. "But, um, you could make her one of your outer circle. She really needs to get laid."
He couldn’t see much of her mom, but even with her hair all mussed, she was at least decent-looking.
He wasn’t opposed to the idea of fucking Samantha’s mom, but he doubted her mom would appreciate being offered a pity fuck. If, on the other hand, her mom came onto him, he’d probably accept. Assuming she was okay with it being just a casual thing.
"Alright, we’ll try summoning her as is."
He rearranged the gazebo so there were three chairs and a bed, then templatized and copied Samantha’s mom so she appeared on the bed.
Her mom was wearing panties and a t-shirt and seemed decently fit. She had the same build as Samantha but had a slightly larger ass and softer thighs.
As soon as her mom appeared, he modified her to be subconsciously obedient, then said, "You will answer all my questions honestly, completely, and without deception."
Samantha looked at him, puzzled.
"People tend to lie, even to themselves, about what they want or don’t want. This way, if she agrees, I’ll know it’s genuine."
He sat in one of the chairs and said, "Go wake your mom."
Samantha sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook her mom’s shoulder. "Mom?"
"Hmm, what is it, baby?" said the woman muzzily.
She stirred, then said, "Why is it so bright?"
There was a pause, then her mom sat bolt upright, saying, "Oh, shit, I’m late for work!"
She turned to reach over the edge of the bed, like she was reaching for something on a nightstand, then froze.
She looked around, then sat back and exhaled. "Oh, it’s just a dream. This is nice. I haven’t had a beach dream in forever."
"Mom," said Samantha.
Her mom turned towards Samantha and said, "Hey, sweetie. Isn’t this a nice dream?"
Then her mom noticed Jack and said, "Ooh, and a handsome young man. This just keeps getting better and better."
Samantha giggled. "Mom, this isn’t a dream, and that’s Jack, my boyfriend."
Jack waved. "Hello, Mrs. Norwood. Why don’t the two of you come have a seat so we can chat for a bit?"
Samantha’s mom jumped off the bed and sashayed over to Jack.
He stood to greet her as she held out a hand and said, "Please, call me Lorie. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the man that makes my sweet Sammy smile so much. Are you going to give me a taste? It’s been a long time, and my poor deprived kitty could use a good pounding."
He shook her hand, suddenly looking forward to whatever happened next, then sat back down.
Waving at the other two chairs, he said, "Please have a seat."
Lorie sat cross-legged in one of the chairs, not bothering to pull her t-shirt down to cover her panties.
Samantha sat while looking at her mom in disbelief.
"Lorie, you are a copy, and this is my soul space. Your original is still at home asleep in bed, unaware of this meeting."
"Is she a copy too?" asked Lorie, pointing a thumb at Samantha.
"No, that’s your real daughter. She’ll remember everything you say here."