The Dating Game, Sorta - Chapter #97

Free Enterprise  -  The Dating Game, Sorta -  Chapter #97


The whole procedure of a Nietzschean male hooking up with a Nietzschean female was done according to deeply rooted custom and tradition. It was based on "Survival of the fittest.""

One chose the best possible mate(s) in order to raise the best possible children. All in order to continue the propagation of the Nietzschean race, and ensure that it remained strong.

Because Nietzschean society was Matriarchal, the women made the ultimate choice who they eventually hooked up with. So more often than not, when the male met his would be consort, it was like a horse trading show. The Nietzschean lady in essence had the right to “inspect and approve BEFORE she purchased”. She had extremely high standards and very expensive tastes!

This meant, the guy could be handsome, tall, muscular, intelligent, strong, cunning, etc. However, she had the final say in the matter. If she detected so much as a toenail out of place and/or his personality sucked raw eggs, he would end up on the REJECT PILE. . . . . . . .


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Victoria and Tyr's current wives waited with the “contestants” in his waiting area. Zeus served tea, fresh fruit, cheeses and bread to everyone.

They all watched as the first lady went in, and returned five minutes later.

“That's one down.” Tamara said, as she sipped her blueberry white tea.

“I kind of had an inkling that one wouldn't like Nudie.” Victoria thought, as she nibbled delicately on a chunk of cheddar. The next contestant was bid to enter Tyr's inner sanctum.

“I would wish you luck, Lady. But, I know luck has nothing to do with it.” Xena thought. Approximately ten minutes later, she was back and made a bee line for the outer doors.

“Another one bites the dust! And another one down, and another one down, another one bites the dust!” Amanda sang the old Earth song by “Queen “ in her mind.

The remaining ladies all gave each other nervous looks as the next member was bid to come, by Zeus. She returned and fled in the same manner in lest than five minutes. Zeus was on the verge of calling the next lady when Victoria stood.

“I will see him, Zeus.” she said, as she sailed to the door.

“Of course, My Lady.” Zeus deferred. Victoria popped into the office without further preamble.


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“Tyr, what are you . . . . . .? Oh My Divine! You have not dressed!” Victoria exclaimed.

Tyr sighed. He had not expected his mother to be anywhere around, but, after so many years, he should've learned to expect the unexpected. Between Victoria and Barbarossa they nearly drove him bonkers watching him like hawks when he was a child. Possibly because he was the runt, the youngest, his father's "final issue", they loved him and they didn't want to spoil him.

So, he was sitting behind his desk, reared back in his ergonomically designed chair, with his bare feet propped up on his desk.

According to tradition the Nietzschean male ( especially a high-status one like him ) was supposed to get all "gussied up" to meet his intended(s). Victoria gazed at her son as if he was wearing beggar's rags.

“No wonder they walked out on you! You are dressed like a. . . . . .” Victoria started.

“Mother, if they cannot see beyond my outer wear, and see the personality which shines within, I want no parts of them either.” Tyr interrupted. Two sets of brown eyes bored into each other for about a minute.

“Very well, Tyr. All I ask is that you do not be rude to them. They have come a long way and from some very prominent clans and prides.” Victoria conceded and sighed.

“Of course, Mother.” Tyr replied.

“And at least sit up and put your shoes on! I can't recall if any of them have a foot fetish.” Victoria said, and hurried out. She didn't want to delay the process any longer.


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As soon as Victoria stepped out of the office into the reception and waiting area, she signaled to Zeus to send in the next lady.

“Let's see if Mom's pom-pom waving did any good.” Tamara thought. About fifteen minutes later, the self same lady emerged from the office and headed straight for the outer doors without a word.

“Dios!” Desi thought.

All sat and watched as the next five “contestants” went through the same process. They would enter the office, and anywhere from ten to twenty minutes later emerged and headed for the door.

“What's he doin' to 'em? Mooning 'em?” Amanda wondered and frowned to herself.

Now, they were down to the last two “contestants”. Victoria and the wives watched as Zeus bid them to rise and enter Tyr's office.

No one noticed that Tamara raised her right eyebrow high into her bangs, and placed her right hand over her mouth.

“Now, THIS is going to be interesting!” She thought.


* * * * * * * *


Tyr was standing by the window when they entered. He turned from watching members of Pride Secreto line up and go through their Martial Arts Routine in perfect sequence. He was surprised to see TWO women instead of one.

Victoria had forewarned him about A set of twins. Obviously, THEY were IT. . . .

Both were Oriental ladies, young, the same height, skin color, weight, eye color, hair color and length, and both dressed in the same fetching outfit. Try as he might, Tyr could not tell the difference between the two of them.

According to Amanda, with twins, there was always an introvert and an extrovert. A leader and a follower, that's how you differentiated the two.

“But, what if they both stood before you silent?” Tyr wondered to himself.

“Saludos Virrey Tyr Anasazi. Se nos dijo que usted habla Español, así como Enlgish ( Greetings Viceroy Tyr Anasazi. We were told that you speak Spanish as well as Enlgish. ).” Tyr heard. But the words were not spoken, they had been broadcast in his mind . . . . .

“I do, but, but. . . . . How did you manage to escape my First Lady's notice?” Tyr asked, referring to Tamara.

“Actually, we did not escape. She knew about our little secret, but we asked her not to tell. We didn't want to skew the results of your potential bonding. . .” Someone answered. Of course, without them speaking, Tyr couldn't tell who.

“Pride Secreto?” Tyr asked.

“Affirmative.” the lady on the left, replied in a contralto voice.

“I am Li Hoy Ping.” she introduced. “My sister is Hoy Li Ping.” she continued, as her sister smiled shyly. At least now, Tyr knew who the extrovert was.

“However, I think I am going to have a problem with those names. . . . . “ he thought.


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Victoria and Tyr's wives started as the intercom chimed. Victoria was shocked to hear Tyr order a mid- day meal for three, sent to his office STAT. The four women stared at one another and blinked. As Zeus turned to carry out the order, Victoria stood and crossed the room to his desk.

“Zeus, please have something sent up for us too.” she ordered. She went back and sat with the ladies and held a hushed conversation with them.

“If he is supping with them, that is excellent news.” She whispered.

“Indeed.” Tamara replied in a very Spock-like manner, and smiled.