Urgent Care Visit

What had just happened? Floyd's head was pounding. He walked himself through the events of the past few minutes:

Floyd had felt a low, satisfied grunt escape him when he pulled his softening member from his ex-wife's tight pussy, the act of public, **** breeding finally concluded on the tabletop in the bustling food court. Caroline, thoroughly violated and consumed by a mixture of humiliation and lingering pleasure, had quickly slid off the table and adjusted her clothing with shaking hands.

"You bastard," she had hissed, her face burning with shame. Before Floyd could calmly fasten his pants, Caroline's rage had boiled over. With a sudden, swift movement, her perfectly manicured hand had cracked him hard across the side of the head.

Floyd had staggered back, the sharp, blinding pain instantly eclipsing his pleasure. Then, a rapid, distorted sequence of non-events flashed across his mind: his body transitioning to a backflip, starting choreography to "Thriller," and then witnessing Lily jumping onto the table to taunt her mother. This absurd, delirious vision lasted only a few moments before the real sounds of the food court rushed back in.

Caroline was screaming, her voice raw with indignation. "He violated me! He **** me! I was acting in self-defense against that Breeding Pass!"

Two mall security officers arrived immediately. One of them, a clean-cut man with a serious demeanor who was clearly taking charge, held Caroline firmly by the arm.

"Madam, you are being detained for ****," the officer stated with authority.

"He assaulted me first! He used that damn card!" Caroline pointed frantically at Floyd. "I didn't consent!"

The security officer shook his head, drawing on the peculiar legal constraints of the day. "The mall’s policy regarding the Breeding Pass is explicit, Madam. The Breeding Pass authorizes one sexual act of intercourse with intent to impregnate. Your claim of self-defense based on lack of consent is invalidated by the Breeding Pass’s authority."

Floyd felt two EMTs carefully lift him onto a stretcher. Lily immediately moved to his side, her expression worried but controlled. "I'm coming with you, Dad," Lily said softly.

They moved quickly toward the mall's Urgent Care facility. Inside the clinic, a young nurse approached the stretcher. She had short, military-style cropped black hair, and striking, sharp angular features emphasized by dark red lipstick. She flashed a wide, welcoming smile.

"Oh, hello there! You've got a bit of a knock, haven't you?" she chirped, her voice surprisingly light. "Let's get that lump looked at, sweetie! You've come to the right place for boo-boos!"

As the nurse carefully checked the swelling lump on his head, Floyd reached a shaking hand toward his wallet to retrieve his ID. His fingers brushed against a laminated card within the leather fold.

He carefully pulled it out. It was a Breeding Pass, laminated and expensive looking, featuring a little multi-colored hologram in the top right-hand corner. His Breeding Pass, the one he had just used to claim Caroline, and had feared had been destroyed or confiscated, was secured and functional. It had been neatly tucked back into his wallet.