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The next morning Sarah Connor
walks out to find a redheaded female already sitting at the kitchen
table.

Jessica's expression is hard as
she nods to the other woman.

As the dark haired woman sets
about making breakfast she says, “So, do you want to talk about
whatever's troubling you?”

With a sigh, the vice principal
says, “Please tell me about your son.”

“What do you want to
know?”

“Most everything you're
willing to share, but especially his romantic experience.”

“This is about the tattoo
isn't it?”

“Yes it is.”

“What are you planning?”

With a sigh, Jessica says, “He
saved my life. He risked himself to protect me. This is something
that's never happened to me before. As such, I want to reward him.
Both in the traditional sense and in any other he wishes.”

Sarah sighs as she cracks some
eggs into a bowl, “Well, I'm not going to interfere if you're
worried about that. John's mature enough to make his own decisions.
You're not going to be able to pressure him into anything he doesn't
want to do.”

“Yeah, I somewhat got the
impression he's his own man, despite his youth.”

“I suppose I should tell
you about Cameron as well, given your designs upon my son. As you've
probably guessed, she's not exactly his sister.”

*&*

John stretches slowly as he
wakes up comfortably next to the familiar warm body. Dark brown eyes
meet his as he subconsciously caresses her naked back.

“Come on John, we need to
get up and start the day.”

The teen sighs, “I know,
but I don't have to like it. I want you to wear that lacy red bra
and thong combination today.”

The cyborg slides out of bed,
“Yes master.” She then walks out of the room without
bothering to put her top back on.

The young man rapidly pulls on
a pair of jeans over his boxers and walks out into the main area of
the house. There he finds his Vice Principal staring at Cameron's
bare, retreating back in shock. “She's still working on little
things like modesty.” His words snap the redheads attention
back to him.

Jessica's mouth waters as she
takes in the exquisitely built man in front of her. She licks her
lips without realizing it as she takes in his rock hard torso, strong
arms, and handsome face. It takes her several seconds to pull her
mind out from the bedroom, and other places, “I can tell.”

The teen shrugs his shoulders,
“At school, she can generally fake it pretty well.”

Sarah sees the other woman's
face flush and guesses its cause, “John honey, go get ready for
school. You have to drive the VP to her house for a change of
clothes before school.”

He nods his head, “Sure
mom. Breakfast almost ready?”

“Should be ready about
the same time you are.” After her son is safely out of the
room, she says, “He really gets your motor running doesn't he?”

“To the point of over
heat. What's worse is that he doesn't even realize it.”

The dark haired woman says,
“Call me sometime and we'll set up a private meeting to discuss
my son and your designs upon him.”

The redhead nods as the door to
John's room opens once more. Her mouth goes dry at the tight black
shirt and denim jeans the teen is wearing. She hears a door open and
she hurriedly cuts her eyes to the door to the room where she slept
last night. Her jaw nearly drops when she sees what the young woman
is wearing.

Cameron's attire is a black
sleeveless top and black shorts that show off her long legs
wonderfully.

After breakfast, Cameron drives
John and Jessica to the older woman's house on the outskirts of LA.
The white, two story residence reeks of money.

The trio walks into the main
foyer of the house. Cameron leads the way up the staircase.

John somehow finds himself
posted as a guard outside of Jessica's bedroom as the two women go in
to get the elder human changed.

The female Terminator watches
the redhead carefully as she changes, and makes mental note of the
tattoo.

The group is quiet as they
drive to the school.

*&*

FBI Special Agent James Ellison
sighs as he sits down to his desk first thing Monday morning. He's
surprised to see his boss walking up to his desk holding a case
folder.

“Morning James, got
something for you from the LAPD,” Agent Simpson says. The
short woman hands over the folder. “Odd murder. They couldn't
make heads or tails of it so they kicked it up to us.”

The dark skinned man opens the
folder. Victim was a city sanitation worker. Death was caused by
blunt force trauma to the head. Apparent murder weapon... a
mannequin's hand? According to the man's wife who was gone at the
time of the murder, the only thing missing is a shiny metal
paperweight shaped like a skull with red eyes? He sighs, “I
don't know what I can do with this, but I'll look into it.”

“Good, you need to work
on something other than that old Connor case. It's been almost ten
years since she blew herself up.”

“I still don't believe
it. That woman was a true believer in what she called 'Judgment
Day.' She wouldn't blow up the person whom she believed to be the
savior of mankind.”

“James, she was nuts.
She spent over six months in the mental institution. Nut jobs rarely
make sense in what they do.”

“Oh, their actions always
make sense Beth. Just sometimes that sense is only to them.
Somehow, she found a hole deep enough to crawl into and hide in for
the last several years.”

The blonde shakes her head,
“Looks like Sarah Connor's not the only believer around here.
Good luck with that case.”

*&*

That night John and Cameron
raid a warehouse for several laptops and other components.

While the kids are out, Sarah
is having a long talk with Jessica Phelps about her son.

The redhead leaves the house
with a much better understanding of her future general, and hopefully
lover. She sighs as she gets into her own car and drives home,
slightly looking forward to a very long session with her favorite
vibrator and a paddle.

*&*

Sarah's surprised at just how
much hardware her son and his bodyguard absconded with. “Do
you really need all of this?”

The young man starts to unpack
the computers as he says, “Yes mom, we do. Cyberdyne is does
bleeding edge computer research. We'll have to match with quantity
what they do with quality.”

The human woman nods her head,
“So, what are you planning?”

“Like most high end
modern security systems, it's very likely that the Sacramento office
has only a nominal on-site security force. Enough to keep tourists
out and the like. Odds are good that they rely on their automated
minions to inform them if there's trouble and that information is
then automatically relayed to the central office who either dispatch
the appropriate forces to deal with the situation or contact local
law enforcement. I'm hoping to be able to intercept the feed to the
central office. Keep them fat and happy while we do our thing. Cam
and I will head to the central database, see if we can find out where
they're doing research related to the Skynet project while you clear
the building of anyone who's there. Non-lethally preferably. Then
you set the explosives. Once we've got the data, we leave and blow
the place to hell. No muss, no fuss, no evidence linking it to us,
and best of all, hopefully no human blood on our hands.”

Sarah looks at her offspring
with admiration, “Good general outlay of a plan. So, what's
your fall back plan?”

The teen shrugs his shoulder,
“Depends on when things fall apart. If it's before we go in,
Cameron and I go after the data network directly. Hacking that from
the outside is going to be a bitch. Much harder than the security
network. Thus why I'd really rather do it from an official Cyberdyne
terminal. If things go to hell when we're inside, then they're going
to get bloody. I'm not happy about it, but there it is.”

The woman nods her head in
understanding. “Let's just hope Murphy is otherwise occupied
that night. When are you planning this?”

“Either this Saturday
morning, around two or three am, or a week from. Depends on how the
hacking goes.”

*&*

In the slums of LA, a
Terminator carefully reattaches its head before beginning the dermal
regeneration needed to pass as human again.

*&*

John groans as he sits down to
lunch Tuesday. The tedium of his classes are starting to wear on
him. He's just about to open his book bag when he catches motion out
of the corner of his eye.

Sasha Demmer is blonde, busty
for a seventeen year old, has long legs, and a good ass. All of
which combine to make her the third most sought after female in the
school. “Hiya John, how are you doing?”

The young man eyes the senior
with suspicion, “I'm fine Sasha. How are you doing?”

The young woman smirks at the
boy's discomfort, “Well, some of us have plans to get together
for a trip down towards the border this weekend. They're a lot less
concerned about ID's there if you catch my meaning.”

The future general thinks fast,
“I'd love to Sasha, but my mom's got an outing planned for this
weekend. There's literally no way out of it.”

The blonde licks her lips
seductively as she leans forward to give her prey a look down the
front of her blouse. “Are you positive you couldn't come? I
can promise you a weekend to remember.” Her grin gives good
indication of just how memorable the event would be.

John forces himself to look the
female in the face after only a very brief look at what she's
showing. He winces as he says, “I'm positive. My mom would
kill me if I tried to skip out on this.”

Sasha pouts for a second before
smirking at him and extending her leg under the table. She gently
rubs her foot along his leg as she says, “Too bad. You're
missing quite a party. Maybe next one.” She slowly stands up
and turns to walk away, making sure to put a little extra sway in her
hips.

The young man forces his eyes
away from the retreating ass of the blond. He then takes several
seconds to at least try and calm his raging hard-on. He sighs as
Cameron sits down across from him. His voice is barely above a
whisper as he says, “Were you listening in on that
conversation?”

The cyborg nods her head, “Your
hormone levels are markedly elevated. Her offer aroused you.”

The teen shakes his head
gently, “The view she gave me when making the offer is what did
it. On the off chance I forget before we get home, make sure to
remind me to talk to mom about this.”

The rest of the day passes
oddly for John. It seems that wherever he goes, the social elite of
the school keep finding a reason to have a quick talk with him.
Finally after gym class, he manages to corner Evan, the first guy
whom he made friends with at this school. He eyes the slightly
shorter Hispanic boy as he says, “Alright man, you're more
hooked into the grapevine here. What's up with everyone trying to
corner me?”

The dark skinned teen laughs,
“Dude, you've no clue. After what you did to the gorilla's,
you're on the A-list socially. Or at least headed that way. You're
starting to be known as one seriously dangerous hombre to cross. The
girls are starting to look in your direction.” He grins, “So
are several of the boys. Face it man, you've got yourself a rep,
enjoy it.” His grin suddenly turns decidedly lecherous.
“John, you are one lucky dog. You, my friend, can more or less
have your pick of the girls in this school.” With that, he
saunters off at the other young man's expression of shock.

The future general lets Cameron
drive home, mostly on the grounds of him being too shocked to drive
safely. As soon as he is through the door to the house, he calls
out, “Mom, you home?”

Sarah comes out of her bedroom
at a run, “Honey, are you alright?”

With a frown, the teen says,
“For the moment, yes. However, we have a problem.” The
two humans sit down while the cyborg kneels at her master's feet.
Without realizing it, he places his hand on the top of her head and
begins a quick explanation of what he learned at school.

The elder female sighs, “I
wish I knew what to say John. On one hand, I'm delighted that you're
getting a chance to interact with more people your own age. Learning
how to manage people is about as important in a general as knowing
strategy and tactics. On the other hand, notoriety is generally best
avoided. Thoughts?”

The young man shrugs,
“Essentially, we have two options. Either pull me out of this
school, which is very likely to cause a stir, or find a way to
deflect the offers that won't cause a commotion.”

Sarah nods, “The easiest
thing to do would be to move you, but I think you're right. For now,
our safest bet is to try and give you a legitimate excuse to turn
away some of the most popular girls in the school. The simplest
answer would be for Cameron to be your official girlfriend. The
problem with that is that she's already known as your sister.”

The kneeling Terminator speaks
up, “I may have a solution available.” She turns her
head so she can see both Connor's before her eyes suddenly turn a
bright blue, then a deep green. “I was built as an advanced
infiltration model. Under my skin is silicone to give my facial
features distinction. I can go from having raven hair to white
blonde in approximately seven minutes.”

Both humans look shocked for
several seconds before Sarah begins to grin. “There you go
John, depending on how much the Tin Miss can rearrange her own
features, you can design your own 'girlfriend'.” She seems
split between grinning lecherously and frowning thoughtfully as she
continues, “I'd suggest a 'sex-pot' look. Especially if she's
exceptionally affectionate when you're out with your friends.
If they think you two are having sex already, they'll be less likely
to comment on you turning down offers of dates from other girls. The
biggest risk is if one of your purser's is prepared to share. If we
go this route, you're very likely to face such an offer sooner or
later.”

The teen nods his head, “We'll
blow up that bridge when we come to it. In the meantime, I'm
surprised Cameron hasn't had any offers of dates herself.”

“I've had three so far.
In the absence of other orders, I have declined them all.”

Sarah bites her lip at the
intense look on her son's face.

Slowly the young man nods his
head, “Perhaps it would be best if you were to develop
something of an interest in girls. That should deflect male interest
away from you. If you continue to turn down dates, you'll get the
reputation anyways, so better to make it work for us.”

The cybernetic killing machine
nods submissively, “As you wish master.”

The elder female smiles
mysteriously as she says, “So, what are you planning tonight?”

The techie shrugs, “Checking
the status of the hacking. If things are going well, perhaps Cameron
and I can go out for a movie.”

The mother nods, “It
would be a good chance to show off your new girlfriend. At least
once you decide what she looks like.”

John frowns, “Your
thought about the 'sex-pot' look has merit. As attractive as Cameron
is, her looks don't exactly scream out 'fuck me'. I was thinking of
going whole hog on that approach.” Seeing his mom nod her
head, “Think of the description of the most stereotypical of
the sexaholics.” He grins as his mother's eyes light up,
“Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and a good tan if you can
give yourself one.”

The Terminator says, “If
you will select my clothing master, I can be ready to go in ten
minutes.”

The teen smirks, “What I
want you to wear. That red bikini top, the black hot pants, and
shoes should do.”

Sarah looks at her son in shock
as Cameron rises to her feet, kisses his cheek and walks to her room.
“Honey, I know you want her to be a distraction, but isn't
this going a bit far?”

The young man chuckles, “Mom,
let me tell you a story I heard. A gang was going to rob a store.
It didn't have any cameras, so all they had to worry about was
someone giving the cops a description of their faces. At the start
of the robbery, they had a girl walk into the store topless. The
robbery went off without a hitch, and the cops never did get a good
description of any of the gang's faces.”

The woman nods, “So,
you're ensuring that if anyone does remember you, all they're likely
to remember is the Tin Miss's chest or butt.”

“Got it in one. Now, if
you'll excuse me, I need to check on the computers.” He's
typing in the last of the commands ten minutes later when Cameron
returns.

She is wearing the bikini top,
though it covers her nipples, it leaves some of the bottom of her
breasts exposed. There's also not a sign of a tan line anywhere.
Her face is also subtly different. Her lips are a bit fuller and her
cheekbones softened slightly.

The teen is momentarily shocked
senseless at the sight before him. Finally, he grins, “Perfect.
If you do that to me when I'm expecting it, someone unprepared will
be floored.”

Sarah says, “So, how are
things going?”

“The hacking is a bit
ahead of schedule. I'm starting to make the recordings we're going
to need to spoof the system operators.”

“So, where are you
heading?”

“The theater at Century
City Mall. A lot of guys from school hang out there so it's a good
place to show off my new 'girlfriend'.”

“Be careful honey, the
problem with this disguise for the Tin Miss is that there's no place
for her to hide a gun.”

The future general grins, “Not
a problem mom. I'll pack an extra piece. Her cover shouldn't have
her far from me in general and besides, she's more than capable of
handling herself.”

On the drive to the mall, John
and Cameron discuss the details of her cover, including name and
background.

As they walk through the mall,
the teen can't help but grin at the open stares his companion is
receiving. As soon as they enter the theater lobby, he sees a
familiar face, “Yo Evan, how ya doing?”

The Hispanic teen is dumbstruck
as he openly stares at Cameron.

John grins, “Evan, I'd
like for you to meet Beth.”

The young man finally manages
to drag his eyes above the girl's shoulders, “Evan Sanchez,
pleased to meet you.”

Without warning, a girl appears
at John's side. She's blonde, rather busty, with full pouty lips,
and long tanned legs. She possessively puts an arm around the waist
of the future general and says, “Hiya Johnny, who's you're
friend?”

The young man in question gives
the female a very dirty look. Destiny Colder, senior, head
cheerleader, and purportedly gives the best head in school.
“Destiny, I'd like to introduce you to Bethany Marks, my
girlfriend.”

Cameron skillfully slides her
arm under the other girls, neatly extracting her master from her
grasp. She smiles pleasantly at the cheerleader before turning to
the young man in her arms. Without warning, she kisses him deeply,
her hand gripping his crotch. She uses her sensors to keep an eye on
the human female who storms off in a huff. Almost a minute later,
she backs off on the kiss.

The young master is slightly
dazed at the sheer intensity of the kiss.

Evan chuckles, “John, I
said it before, and I'll say it again, you are one lucky bastard.”

On the drive home, the future
general would be hard pressed to even name the movie he'd seen, let
alone discuss it.

*&*

Sarah sighs as she downs
another shot of whiskey. It's been too long since she'd gotten laid
and she's horny as hell. She promises herself she's going to see
about borrowing the Tin Miss from her son as soon as he gets home.
However, after her third shot in under an hour, she decides to lay
down for a bit, and thus misses her sons return.

*&*

John is surprised to find his
mother already to bed but he isn't about to look a gift horse in the
mouth. He directs Cameron to his room. He takes a moment to steel
his nerves before saying, “Bitch, strip!”

The Terminator had been
expecting the order as soon as she saw the shift in her Master’s
demeanor. She rapidly discards what little clothing she is wearing.

The young man nods as he says,
“Lay down on the bed on your back.” His eyes track on
her ass as she obeys his command. He swallows around the lump in his
throat as steps over to his bed. He climbs between the cyborg’s
legs and locks his eyes on her bare crotch. He says, “I don't
want you to try and keep silent during this. Clear?” When he
sees her nod her head, he lowers his to her already glistening pussy.
He first tentatively licks her outer lips, surprised at the pleasant
taste of her juices. Suddenly, he thrusts his tongue up into her.

Cameron gasps and arches her
back slightly. Her voice is ragged as she says, “Please
Master, rub my clit.”

John brings up his right hand
and uses his thumb to gently rub the small nub as he continues to
lick with more and more confidence. Feeling particularly bold, the
young man maneuvers his left hand under the woman's butt. He gently
rubs her anus with his forefinger, earning a much louder gasp. As he
slowly pushes his finger into her back door, the Tin Miss screams out
her orgasm and floods his mouth with her juices. The teens face is
glistening with girl juice as he grins up at the flushed cyborg’s
face. “Enjoy that my pet?”

Cameron's eyes are surprisingly
unfocused as she says, “Immensely master.”

A/N: Until next time.
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