When I was finally released from the hospital it was clear that there was a new pecking order in my harem. Amber and Rose now practically worshipped Samantha, jockying with each other for her favor as well as mine.

Samantha and I sat on the edge of the bed while between our legs Amber and Rose worked to get us off. Samantha had pulled me toward her and I was kissing her massive breasts.

Finally I came and Rose - who pulled back as she felt me start to orgasm was showered in my seed. Samantha gently tapped Amber's shoulder and she too stopped.

"Me first," Samantha said as Rose stood up, semen dripping off her chin, and sliding down and between her massive breasts. She gently work her tongue along Rose's neck, swallowing all that she could. Amber joined her a few seconds later and Rose collected it with her hands hungrily sucking my seed off her fingers. When she was dry the three girls collapsed on the bed, each trying to snuggle up against me.

Huge sacks of breasts were cushioning my head, huge muscular arms draped across me.

"All right you two," Samantha broke the calm. "You need to get to your workouts - I'm going to want to use the gym in an hour."

I kissed the two girls as they pouted and made their way out of the bedroom and to the other trailer - which was filled only with weights and gym equipment.

Samantha continued to lay there a few minutes longer, absently running her fingers through her hair with one hand, with the other trying to coax my well worked over member back to life. It was a futile effort.

I got up. "I'm going to take a shower," I cut off Samantha before she could say anything, "alone." There was precious little space in the RV bathroom without a huge muscular woman in there with me.

When I came back Samantha was typing at the keyboard of the laptop. She was naked - as usual - with just her little collar.

"Hmm... somebody at John Hopkins has a therapy that's pretty close..."

She kept tabs on the Myostatin inhibitor treatments being tested around the world. Specifically she compared it to her own - the one that had made her pound for pound the most muscular woman on the planet.

"...but they have to compensate for natural sodium imbalances..."

She scoffed. I didn't pay attention. None of it meant anything to me anyways.

"You should just tell the world how you did it."

She smiled, her broad smile shining on her pixish face. "And give away the secret to a physique like this?" She flexed, a casual flex that still had the power to make my heart skip a beat.

"No..." she paused, her bravado suddenly tempered, "...unless you really wanted me too." She winced, but I knew if I asked she would.

"Not yet."

She beamed.

"Would you mind looking up what Professor Derrida is up to?"

That made her scowl again. Glumly she typed the name in and hit 'search.' She started reading.

"She's tenured - youngest professor in the department."

"Still in Rome?"

Samantha's eyes scanned the page she was reading.

"No, she's doing work in Greece," Samantha went quiet as she read. Samantha raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Apparently got a permit to do some archelogical work. I don't think the government likes to hand those out."

"She can be pretty stubborn. Can I see?"

Samantha pouted, but turned the screen toward me. Myrna looked much like I remembered - except her eyes - her eyes looked haunted, the black cirlces under them deep.

I had kept tabs - she went to graduate school in Europe - apparently only the Atlantic provided enough distance. Her colleagues called her "driven," "dedicated," and "relentless." When she had walked away I hadn't realized the strength that required. Five years later I was only beginning to understand. She had graduated with her PhD in two years - a record. It didn't surpise me.

"What's her later publication?" I asked turning the computer back toward Samantha.

Samantha scowled, she hated looking up my former flame - and she especially hated looking up her research papers. Not just because she hated the competition - she didn't like that in intelligence Myrna might rival her - but because she always derided "liberal art" papers. Pretentious crap, she believed.

"Athena and female cults in Roman occupied Greece." Samantha sounded like just saying the words was distasteful.

I nodded as if the words meant anything to me.

I heard Samantha tapping on the keyboard, she was browsing for more information about Myrna when she gasped.

"What?"

"Umm... I don't know yet," Samantha eyes scanned back and forth across the page.

I rolled on the bed beside her so I too could see the screen. On it was an Italian newspaper article. Samantha scrolled down.

"Whats it say?"

"My Italian isn't that good," Samantha hedged, "but I think Myrna's missing."