I was excited about going to California to see the two droids Shuji was making for me, and who were based on me. I didn't really have much idea what they would feel like, or to what extent it was possible to have a conversation with them, despite all the AI technology Shuji had told me about. It was fun to think about it on the long flight, but the uncertainties meant that my imagination ran out of sensible thoughts way before the flight was over.
Instead, my thoughts somehow went back to Charlie, his increasing record of infidelities, and the lengthening list of his bastards. I was absolutely certain now that he'd fucked a lot more women than I knew about, but given that he still seemed to love me as much as I loved him, this didn't seem to matter. That he'd cheated on me at all was what I couldn't quite forgive him for, but one or a hundred women didn't seem to make a difference. No, it was two other questions that occupied me.
The first was how many other bastard children he'd left behind him somewhere, and it wasn't just in the USA, because for a few years he spent a lot of time travelling to set up the overseas divisions of the Company, including to Japan, which Brian my brother then managed. He'd always seemed to take care about contraception when he fucked his secretaries, although he hated using condoms, and I was pretty sure I'd have found out if any of them had become pregnant.
No, it was women like Maryellen that he'd fucked earlier in his career, who might not have been quite as careful as they claimed, either deliberately or accidentally. I wondered if the Company still had records of his travels, and if so, whether I could find out who he'd had. Maybe he might even admit who he'd fucked, if he even remembered, but it was clear from Dolly's story that he might not know himself if he'd impregnated anyone.
The second question seemed even harder to answer. How many women had he fucked often enough to transfer the incest trait to them, and then any children that they had, even if they weren't Charlie's? I knew that he only fucked his secretaries a few times, saying that their cunts weren't tight enough after that, so maybe this wasn't enough to convert them?
Actually, I thought that whole tight cunt business was more in his head than anything else. I mean, unless they were genuine virgins with an intact hymen, there was no way they'd actually feel that much looser after they'd only been screwed a few times. Anyway, how many hymen-intact virgins are there actually around by the time they are eighteen? Becky definitely was, but with fingers, dildos and no way of imposing a legal age on masturbation most eighteen-year-olds must surely have broken their hymens, mustn't they?
One thing I needed to know was how many times it would take to transfer the incest trait, but I didn't think even Professor Alex knew, which was why he was trying to set up a proper controlled experiment. Trouble was, he was having trouble getting it past the university ethics committee that had to approve all human experiments, even with his dressing it up so it wasn't obvious exactly what the experiment was about. The other problem, of course, was that the experiment was likely to leave a group of young adult students with the trait for the rest of their lives, unless he could perfect the drug to reverse it. I knew he was working on it using mice, who all normally have the trait, so interbreeding within the family is commonplace.
The trouble was, I realised, that I still loved my cheating bastard of a husband. I didn't mind him fucking other women, and oddly enough, I thought I could live with him making them pregnant. Good luck to them, as I didn't want to go through that painful and messy business again myself, and having my twin carry my husband's child, which genetically would be as close to me as her, seemed ideal.
And now I knew my true character, I'd fucked so many of the men and women in my family that I could hardly complain about him being unfaithful now, could I? No, I really loved him, but I still couldn't quite forgive him completely. I was just going to have to live with it, I decided as the plane seemed to be below the level of the skyscrapers downtown, as it dropped steeply to land on San Diego's short runway.
When I got through the airport, wheeling my carry-on bag with me, I saw an attractive young Japanese woman, holding up a sign with my name on it.
"Susan? Welcome to San Diego. I'll drive you to your hotel, and given that you'd otherwise be on your own, Shuji thought it would be good for me to join you for dinner. I'm Yui, by the way - it means 'Helpful Fountain'," she said, covering her mouth as she broke into a girlish giggle.
That was fine with me. Having requested two droids, I was now a bit nervous about actually meeting them. I mean, how to you talk to a droid anyway, let alone one who has been programmed with all of your life history and sexual exploits? So, dinner with this attractive young human, with the slight build, dark hair, and small perky breasts just filling her white cotton blouse, a frequent combination with young Japanese women, seemed delightful.
The hotel seemed more like a rambling old house than a hotel, tucked away somewhere between La Jolla and Del Mar, surrounded by other large houses, almost hidden in tree-filled gardens. I was checked in by another young woman, this time Caucasian, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous cleavage showing between the open buttons of her white blouse, similar to Yui's.
Another young woman, who could almost have been Y's sister, dressed in an identical white blouse and grey skirt, showed me to my room. The bed was huge, and the décor more like a private house than a hotel room. I had a quick shower, then had the problem of deciding what to wear.
The difficulty was that I hadn't packed much, as I was told that I'd be only wearing a robe in the factory, while they checked the accuracy of their droid creations against the original, but the hotel looked a lot smarter than I had been expecting. On top of that, I'd noticed when I was chatting to Yui in the car, a growing warmth between my legs, and I was starting to wonder if she was family. A good lesbian fuck would be ideal to take my mind off Charlie and how to talk to a droid. I still felt I needed to impress Yui, though, if I was going to have her, even if she was family.
I pulled out my good old standby: my black dress, and hung it on the edge of the shower, which I turned on to the hottest setting, letting the steam miraculously make the creases disappear. That would have to do. The neckline was cut low, so it was designed to be worn without a bra, and to avoid any panty line, no panties either.
I'd just got ready, freshening my hair, and putting on just a hint of make-up, when a door I'd not noticed as it was covered with the wallpaper, opened up.
"Please, Mistress Susan Sama. Dinner is served."
Shit, I barely recognised the woman in the doorway as Yui, because she was dressed in full geisha clothes, a black and gold kimono and all the bags and golden sashes that I'd seen in pictures. Her hair was piled up on her head, with yellow flowers on top and cascading down one side. Her face had been whitened, and her lips and eyes and eyebrows highlighted. She looked almost inhumanely gorgeous.
"I thought you'd enjoy some Japanese tradition, not just the costume, but the meal and the whole setting. Not many women get to experience an evening with a Geisha."
I was having trouble finding my voice, let alone anything to say, but in the end, I managed what I thought might be a suitable reply.
