We'll find out later. First a slight detour...

Peculiarly enough, just as Adam Ziktor was at last being permitted to see his favorite psychologist while entirely unaware that he had just boinked said psychologist's mistress, Heather, twin of Gina, mother of young sexual dynamo Flora, friend of Adam's daughter Erin by his first love Charlotte, looked out her window and froze with joy.

Heather's only ch1ld Fred was nonchalantly walking up her driveway in uniform, coming home for the first time in years after fighting a war overseas.

Heather ran out of the house and hugged Fred hard. "My baby! Oh my baby!"

"Hi, Mom."

"Oh, I should be angry! You didn't say anything!"

"It was easier to just surprise you, Mom."

"So ... how long ... ?"

"I'm done with it. Really. I've put in ... more than enough tours. I'm home for good."

Heather clung to Fred, weeping. "Oh my baby! Oh my baby!"

Heather was intensely proud of Fred, always had been, and yet the subject of her only ch1ld barely ever came up in the presence of Adam Ziktor. Whenever Heather was with Adam, which all too frequently meant being with Gina as well, she preferred not to bring her own home life into all the lighthearted fantasizing. Adam did occasionally catch Heather remarking proudly on her only ch1ld Fred, her "brave, brave soldier" stationed overseas, but Heather chose not be be much more forthcoming than that. Fred was a constant concern and worry to her, one that she preferred not to bring up.

In the process of being so quiet, however, Heather had inadvertently left some false impressions. One fact that required some clearing up was that the name Fred was simply short for Fredrika. Fredrika was a girl, very much a girl, and in her youth she had gotten heavyset. Then she set her sights on joining the Army, and worked hard to slim herself down. The result of all her work was that she still retained a simply stupendous bosom, now attached to an far more athletic body. One could not help but wonder how much custom tailoring her dress uniform had required.

Heather brought Fred inside and looked into her face. Truth to tell, Fredrika had a dazzling face, a heartbreaker face, and it always made Heather wonder how such an angel could have gone out of her way to sign up for such hard duty.

"I can't believe you made it back here after all these years without getting yourself knocked up."

Fred blushed. "Oh, Mom!"

"I'm serious. I bet every soldier boy you met was all over you. How many?"

" ... A few ... !" Fred teased. "But I was a good soldier. I always took the proper precautions."

Heather made coffee and the two gabbed awhile, catching up.

"You shouldn't worry so much about me," said Fred, touching her mother's hand. "I mean, what about you? It really is time you got remarried. Any prospects?"

"Mmm. Well, for a moment there, it was looking like Adam."

"Oh, Adam." Fred shook her head. "That womanizing stud muffin of yours who's never going to settle down. Mom, really, you could do better."

Heather chewed thoughtfully on her lip. She prided herself on keeping Adam's too-male status top secret, had had extended that policy even to her own precious daughter. But now, as she felt a bit jilted after the events of last night, and as she looked upon her lovely, strong, competent, humongous-hootered daughter, a new plan began to tumble into place in her mind.

"I know it's a cliche, but ... you really don't know Adam, not the way I do." Heather stood up. "In fact, I'll tell you what. I'd like to show you a video I once made of him."

"Oh, Mom -- "

"Fred. Please. Humor your mother?"

Heather set up a projector screen, darkened the living room, and then projected the video.

Fred was still dubious. "Mom, honestly, you don't need to sell me on your boyfriend."

"I just want you to appreciate Adam's ... qualities."

"Mom, I'm sure he's a great guy, but come on. We've talked about this. Adam is white, right?"

Heather sighed. "My dear, when you're young, you think you know everything -- "

"Adam is white, right? ... I thought so. Mom, this is important to me. You're black. I'm black. I'm going to find me a black man. This culture ... it has diluted our blackness enough, without my helping that."

"All right, fine, but now let's just watch, all right?"

The video was set at some major formal event, although which one or which kind was not very evident. Heather and Gina and Adam were dining out someplace very elegant, dressed to the proverbial nines, and taking turns handling the camcorder. There was lots of grinning and laughing.

"Yeah, Mom, look, this is all very nice -- "

"Patience. Patience."

The scene switched to a lavish hotel suite complete with a four-poster bed. Heather and Gina appeared in strange silvery costumes, meant to suggest spacesuits worn by aliens. The twins had fun synchronizing the lines of their little script as they held Adam prisoner on a chair. As the scene progressed, the twins stripped down to thong underwear, and then it was time for them to get a better look at their "Earth specimen."

Heather felt a secret thrill of triumph as she studied her daughter's face. First Fred's eyes went wide, then round, even agog, and her jaw began to sag slackly. There was much to admittedly be said about the athletics, not to mention the fairly complicated solid geometry, being displayed.

As minutes crawled by, Fred got more agitated, her breathing becoming deeper and harder, and she began to look rather worried. She licked her lips and asked "Mom? This guy, Adam ... does he ever ... does he ever ... stop fucking!?"

"Eventually. Although I do often wish he could go right on. But I'm afraid I tend to ... lose consciousness."

The video ended, and Heather allowed sunlight back into the room.

"I have to admit, Mom, Adam, he's ... he's ... he sure is something!"

"That's nice, because I'd like to have him by the house some time, and you would make me so proud if you could meet him."

"I, ah ... I don't see any reason ... why not."

Heather smiled to herself as they reconvened in the dining room. Fred was hooked, all right, and if Heather knew anything about his taste in women, especially in light of this girl Gogo, then the interest would be powerfully mutual.

She had to admit, that she was feeling a bit put off after last night. She knew that Adam had selected a diamond-studded spiked collar for her, that she had surely been his choice for fourth wife -- but then Gogo had come along and thrown him off balance. But what, Heather schemed, if she could sell herself as a package deal? What if she were not simply Heather, with access to the hot twin sister Gina, but Heather, mother of the busty beautiful Fredrika? Fred's comrades had praised her as their very own "secret weapon," and perhaps Fred would be willing and able to be such a secret weapon for her own mother as well.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)