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Subject: {ASSM} Marigold, Part 8 (Act 2, Part 1)
Date: Mon,  7 Apr 2003 09:10:07 -0400
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Marigold, Part 8
by Vulgar Argot
(MF, DS, NC, rom)

Marigold's parents did not ask about her weekend. They never asked
anything that would require a discussion of Aunt Vera. They were torn
between their desire to pretend the woman didn't exist and their
equally strong desire that Marigold know her father's family. She felt
bad about using that conflict to deceive them, but she didn't feel
like she had much of a choice. They never would have let her go to New
York with Thule if she'd just asked. Thule would never had let her say
no.

Marigold hated the conflict. She hated lying to her parents, hated the
facility with which she did it, hated how good she was at it.
Completely stripped of her ability to moralize, she had discovered
underneath it an actual morality. She felt drained and numb. She went
upstairs, got dressed for bed, and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was just after eleven p.m. The house was quiet.
Jonas liked to leave for work as early as six AM some days and often
turned in early. Her mother went when he went. Nuria had always
thought that to be romantic, but she was starting to wonder how much
of her mother's relationship with Jonas was romantic and how much was
her mother trying to conform to Jonas's ideal of a perfect woman in
every particular. It was a thought that bore scrutiny, but not now.

After weighing the thought in her head, Marigold decided it was worth
the risk of calling Thule at home. There were plenty of legitimate
reasons for her to do so if she was caught. It rang once, twice, three
times. Marigold almost lost her nerve and hung up, but there was a
click and Thule's voice, "Hello?"

"Thule," Marigold whispered, "it's me."

"Oh," said Thule, "oh, hey. Is something wrong?"

"No," said Marigold, "Nothing's wrong. I just couldn't sleep."

Thule chuckled, "And you wanted to talk?"

"Yes," said Marigold.

"What about?" asked Thule.

"I don't know that I had a specific topic in mind," said Marigold, "I
just missed you."

Thule laughed, "I dropped you off four hours ago."

"Well," said Marigold, "I guess I'm just being foolish then."

"No," said Thule quickly, "It's okay. I just have a lot to do before I
can sleep. I had some code fixes I promised to do this weekend and I
still need to study for this physics test. Are you ready for it?"

"No," admitted Marigold, "I thought I'd get up early tomorrow. I think
I've got most of it."

"I can never get up early in the morning and study. I'm always too
brain fried."

Marigold tsked, "If you went to bed earlier, that wouldn't happen."

"I know," said Thule, "but if I did that, I wouldn't get as much done
at night."

Marigold sighed, "Do you really have to go?"

"No," said Thule, "There are things that I can do while we talk."

There was a long silence.

"Marigold," Thule asked, "are you still there?"

Marigold nodded uselessly against the phone, "Thule, can I ask you a
question?"

"Shoot," said Thule.

"Why did you make me fuck Paul?" she asked, "Was it really because you
don't want me to flirt with other men?"

Thule chuckled, "No. I do have a certain empathy for men you tease. I
always had a feeling you were deliberately goading me, trying to get
me worked up, over the years."

"I was not," said Marigold, her voice rising a little, "I hated you."

Thule chuckled, "Don't you still hate me?"

"No," said Marigold.

"How recent a development is this?" asked Thule, "Are you trying to
tell me that you didn't hate me at all this weekend."

"No," said Marigold again, closing her eyes and seeing Maya mounting
Thule again, "There were plenty of times I hated you."

"Did you still want me to fuck you?" Thule asked.

"Most of the time," Nuria admitted, "but not always."

"When you walked in on me and Maya," said Thule, "You didn't wish it
was you instead of her?"

"I just felt sick to my stomach," said Marigold.

"And you hated me?" Thule asked.

"Yes," admitted Marigold, "but I hated her more. Are you going to
answer my question?"

"I am answering your question, Little Flower," said Thule, "Did you
enjoy being with Paul?"

"Y-yes," admitted Marigold, then she added quickly, "because you were
there."

"Now, now," said Thule, a light hint of chastisement in his voice, "I
had hoped we were past the place where you would feel the need to lie
to me to spare my feelings. I watched you with him. I think you may
have completely forgotten I was there."

Knowing that Thule couldn't see her, Marigold didn't bother trying to
hide her guilty surprise. Instead, she admitted, "I did enjoy seducing
him. I liked the way I had power over him just by wiggling my hips at
him a little."

"I'd say you wiggled your hips more than a little," observed Thule
dryly, "Did you enjoy being fucked by him--at the time?"

"It felt good," said Marigold, "I'm not sure that's the same as
enjoying it."

Thule chuckled, "A subtle and well-made point. I'll have to consider
its implications at some point. Now, at any time, did you love Paul?"

"No," said Marigold, "and I'm not allowed to use that word until you
give me permission, if I recall."

"I think I said 'unless I give you permission.'" said Thule, "a small,
but critical difference. Are you proud of the fact that you had sex
with Paul?"

"No," answered Marigold, "and you definitely said 'until,' not
'unless.' It felt good to be fucked by him, particularly because you
were there, but I didn't love him or particularly like him. Nor would
I want it known what I did with him. Now that it's over and you're not
here, I feel kind of...empty looking back on it. At the time, it was
an adventure, a chance to be wild. Now, it strikes me
as....regrettable. Thule, I hate being away from you."

"So, come over," he said, "I'll pick you up."

Marigold sat up in bed, looking around for her clothes, planning out
her escape route. To Thule, she said, "I can't. My parents would never
forgive me if I got caught sneaking out."

"Okay," said Thule, "It's only seven and a half hours until I'll pick
you up for school anyway."

Marigold, now hanging upside down, looking for shoes under her bed
said, "You mean it's my choice, right? I can refuse to come and live
with the consequences. All right. I'll..."

"No," said Thule, "I mean that it was a suggestion. I really need to
get some sleep tonight, but it would be nice to see you."

"Oh," said Marigold disappointed, "I see."

"There is a point to the lesson of Paul," said Thule, "Sometimes, we
can take physical pleasure in doing something that we're not proud of
with people we don't even like. As you so succinctly pointed out, that
might not even mean we're enjoying it. This is a lesson that will come
in handy soon."

"Thule," said Marigold, "I don't like the sound of that."

"It's going to be difficult for you," said Thule, "I wish I didn't
care about that. It would make things easier for me."

"Thule, I hate riddles," said Marigold, "can you tell me what you're
talking about?"

"Yes," said Thule, "but not now. This week is going to be an oasis, a
chance to catch our breath. I haven't decided how much to involve you
in what's coming." Marigold gave a sharp intake of breath, but Thule
went on, "I won't say more this week. Try not to dwell on it. I'd like
to just have a week to enjoy..." he trailed off.

"Enjoy being with me?" Marigold filled in.

Thule chuckled, "Yes. I would like a week to enjoy being with you," he
admitted, "Don't make me get all mushy."

Marigold revelled in her victory, but said, "Perish the thought."

"One last question," said Thule, "then I really have to go."

"Okay," said Marigold, whose eyelids were getting heavy, "Shoot."

"Do you have a computer in your bedroom?" he asked.

"Yes," Marigold said.

"PC or Mac?"

"That's two questions," said Marigold.

"Don't get puckish with me," said Thule, growling and chuckling at the
same time.

"PC," said Marigold.

"Okay," said Thule, "Good night, my tethered goddess."

"Good night, Thule."

                          -=-

The next morning, when Thule came to the front door to pick Marigold
up for school, Jonas answered the door. Marigold could see over her
stepfather's shoulder as the smile on Thule's face faded. Then, Jonas
stepped out the front door, joining Thule on the porch and closing the
door behind him.

Panicked, Marigold ran out the back door of the house, looping around
to the side yard and sliding in between the hedge and the house so
that she could see and hear what was going on. By the time that she
got there, the conversation was already started.

"So," Jonas asked sternly, "how long has this been going on?"

Thule leaned over the porch railing, looking off into the distance,
"I've had a thing for Marigold for as long as I've known her. But,
she's always been with Elliot, so I didn't say anything."

Jonas sat down as heavily as he could on the swinging bench without
sending it into violent swinging motion, "You would make this much
easier for me if you would consider coming to church."

"I know," said Thule, "I'm sorry, Jonas. I can't do that."

Jonas sighed, "Could you at least get a haircut?"

"Sure," said Thule.

Jonas looked startled, "You would?"

Thule turned around to face the older man, "Of course. It's just
hair."

"You're a very strange young man, Bartholemew," Jonas said, "But young
men are impulsive. I promised Marigold's father I would take good care
of his family and I've done the best I know how to. I like you. I even
like you for Marigold. But, what are you going to accomplish in the
four months between now and when she leaves for college in September?"

Marigold knew how Thule would answer, but he seemed to be taking an
inordinate amount of time doing it. He paced up and down the length of
the porch, not speaking. Finally, he said, "I can't promise things are
going to work out between us."

"I'm not asking you to promise anything," Jonas said, "I just want to
know what your plans are. I remember being your age well enough. I
remember a lot of pretty speeches I made to a lot of fathers. I feel
like I can talk to you man-to-man and I expect you to be frank with
me. Marigold is a very sweet girl, too sweet to resist the charms of a
determined young man, I'm afraid."

Thule leaned back against the railing, "So, why are you telling me
that? If I am the sort of man you're afraid I might be..."

"Because if you are," said Jonas, "you know this already. Now that
Elliot is out of the picture, I can already see the sharks circling.
And the sharks in this town are of a particularly nasty nature. I
never liked Elliot for her, but he kept her safe from that type
sniffing around. Now," it was Jonas's turn to pace, "I'm worried that
I'm doing more harm than good for this family by being here. A lot of
young men here would love to wriggle their way into my good graces
through Marigold if they thought they could."

"Are you worried that I'm a gold digger?" Thule asked.

"No," said Jonas, "I may not know you well, but you've always struck
me as a hard worker and a straight shooter. After you asked to take
Marigold to the prom, I did some checking up on you. I called your
boss and asked about you. He confirmed my initial impression. You'll
make your own fortune one day. You don't need mine. If you're serious
about Marigold, you're probably the best match in town for her,
although you never would have occurred to me in a million years." He
chuckled, "But, I want you to come clean with me. I promised I would
take care of this family and I intend to, by whatever means I have
available."

Thule kept eye contact with Jonas, "Are you threatening me?" Marigold
recognized the sound of menace in his voice. She wanted to rush out
and beg him to modulate his tone, to say what Jonas wanted to hear,
promise him anything.

"A little," admitted Jonas, "If you thought someone were going to hurt
Marigold, wouldn't you."

"Yes," said Thule immediately.

"That's a good start," said Jonas, "Tell me more."

"I'm probably going to MIT next year," said Thule, "I don't know where
Marigold and I are going to be by then. We haven't had much time to
see what we're like with each other when things are normal and I don't
know how much we're going to get.  I'll try to keep things as normal
as I can. I have...some business I have to deal with before I leave.
It has to do with some of the nastiest sharks around. Marigold may
hate me by the time it's all over."

Jonas scowled, "I hate this fucking town." Marigold almost gasped
then. It was the first time she'd ever heard her stepfather use even
the mildest of profanities, "Is it anything I can help with?"

"No," said Thule, "but I appreciate the offer. I've got all of my
ducks in a row, now. I'm just loath to get started. It's not going to
be easy."

"One last question," said Jonas. Thule turned to face him. Jonas said,
"I know Marigold wasn't at her aunt's place this weekend. Was she with
you?"

Thule didn't answer at once. He seemed to be trying to read Jonas's
face for the answer he wanted to hear. But, he said, "Yes. I took her
to New York with me."

Jonas's face remained blank, "I wish you hadn't done that." He sighed,
"She's out of my house in a few months. I can't protect her forever."

"I'll protect her," said Thule, "If I can, if she'll let me."

Jonas put a hand on Thule's shoulder, "That's the best promise I can
ask for." Then, he chuckled, "Are you sure I can't leverage this into
a trip to church? It's done wonders for me."

Thule laughed, "I know it has. I'm glad it worked for you. Truth be
told, you could leverage it into pretty much anything you wanted to
ask for. But, I've been to church. It didn't take. I'd just be
mouthing the words and singing the songs, but thinking how it was all
hokum."

Jonas smiled, "See? You'd fit in just fine."

Marigold didn't hear the rest of the conversation. She backed out
around the house, coming back in the back door. She grabbed her books
off of the side table and headed out the front, where Thule and Jonas
were still talking.

"Sorry I'm running a little late," she said, "Are you two talking
about anything interesting?"

"No, dear," said Jonas, "Just passing the time."

                               -=-

Marigold and Thule rode in silence halfway to school. Finally, Thule
turned to her, "Is something on your mind?"

"I don't know," said Marigold, "Did you and Jonas have a nice
conversation?"

"Considering that you just asked Jonas that question before we left, I
presume that you know we did. How much did you hear?"

"None of it," lied Marigold, "I saw you from the top of the stairs.
You seemed to be talking about something fairly intense."

Thule nodded, "I was making your life easier. You won't have to hide
our relationship from your stepfather. He's pretty much okay with it."

"So, you told him you're blackmailing me into having sex with you and
whoever you want to lend me to?" Marigold asked, "That must have gone
over well."

Thule laughed, "Nah. I stuck to the relevant facts. No man wants to
hear too many details of their daughter's sex life. It would be
unseemly."

One day, Marigold decided, I might realize how futile it is to try to
pick a fight with Thule when he doesn't want to fight. She tried a
more direct approach, "I just don't like the idea of being passed like
chattel from father to hus....err," She flushed brightly.

Thule watched her squirm for a good minute before he spoke, "Are you
sure?" he asked softly.

"Yes," said Marigold.

Thule slid Marigold's skirt up over her knee, his hand resting lightly
on her bare thigh, "You don't like the idea of being my property?"

"No," said Marigold, undulating under his hand, "I'm nobody's
property."

Thule slid his fingers up so that they rested on her panties. Marigold
closed her eyes and rubbed herself up against him. Thule said
reasonably, "I can make you do anything I want."

Marigold chuckled, "No," she said, "you can tell me to do what you
want me to do. But, I am free to refuse and face the consequences."

"So," said Thule, sliding his finger underneath her panties and inside
of her, "If I didn't hold the threat of exposure over your head, you
wouldn't do what I told you?"

Marigold tried to impale herself on Thule's finger, but he slid it
away, "Hold still," he said, "You are not to move your hips."

Thule slid his finger inside of her again, teasing her clit. Marigold
held perfectly still, even though she had to clench every muscle
around her hips to stay in place. Soon, she was trembling with the
effort.

"So," asked Thule, "if I were to tell you that I would keep your
secrets no matter what you did, you would stop obeying me right now?"

Marigold moaned, "Please don't."

"Please don't what?" asked Thule, "Don't do what I'm doing? Don't
promise to keep your secrets?"

"The latter," moaned Marigold as Thule's finger slipped inside of her.

"You don't want me to release you from your obligation?" said Thule,
"You wouldn't feel better knowing I would never betray you?"

Marigold threw an arm over her head, gripping the back of her seat.
Her back arched, but her hips remained firmly glued to the seat. She
was now perspiring lightly with the effort. Still, she kept her eyes
closed, "I don't...believe...you would...betray me...now."

"If you really believe that," said Thule, "move your hips."

"I don't want to," protested Marigold.

"You don't want to move your hips?" asked Thule.

"No," said Marigold, "you told me not to. I don't want to disobey.
Please don't make me."

"Come for me," said Thule.

Marigold wanted to laugh. The command was obviously absurd. If she
could do that on cue, her life would be much easier. But, even before
she could complete the thought, she realized that the effort of not
moving her hips was also causing her to clench muscles that kept her
from fully enjoying what Thule was doing to her. Without even knowing
what she was doing, she had instinctively relaxed those muscles a
little. Immediately, the pleasure pulsed out from her clitoris then,
so strong it curled her toes. How she managed to keep her hips planted
where they were, she never knew. She cried out at the pleasure,
wrapping herself around Thule's arm, sinking her teeth into the flesh
of his bicep. Startled, he pulled away. Marigold took a few seconds to
realize what she had done. When she did, she was immediately
apologetic. But Thule only seemed amused.

Marigold looked around. They were no longer on the way to school. They
seemed to be on a service road, surrounded by forest on either side.

"Thule," Marigold asked, "What are you doing? We're going to be late
for homeroom if we don't hurry."

"Actually," said Thule, "I imagine that we are going to miss homeroom
all together. Listen to me carefully. I want you to take off your
underwear, get out of the car, and lean over the hood. When you do so,
I am going to fuck your sweet little ass. If you don't do this, there
will be no consequences other than that you did not do what I wanted
you to do. You will still go to Harvard. No one will see any of the
blackmail material I've collected on you. You will have just disobeyed
me."

"Don't do this, Thule," Marigold begged.

Thule stopped the engine of the car and didn't answer.

"I won't do it, Thule," she said.

"That's your final word on the matter?" asked Thule.

"Yes," said Marigold, "I want to, but I can't."

"Okay," said Thule, starting the car again, "fair enough."

Neither spoke until they were pulling into the senior parking lot.
Marigold asked, "That's it? No dire consequences?"

Thule asked, "Would you like some?"

"I'm sorry, Thule," Marigold sighed, "I just..."

Thule put a finger to her lips, then followed it with his own lips,
kissing her gently, then more passionately, "Never apologize for what
you are, Little Flower...or what you are not, at least not to me."

Marigold nodded. Thule got out of the car and came around to her side
to let her out. When she stepped out, he retrieved both stacks of
books and began carrying them away from the car.

"Wh--what are you doing?" asked Marigold, hurrying to follow behind
him.

"I'm carrying your books to class," said Thule, "I remember Elliot
doing this, back in the ninth grade or so."

"Yes," said Marigold, struggling to keep up, "but why are you doing
it?"

"I'm trying to be a good boyfriend," said Thule, "I figure I should
get some practice."

"Why?" asked Marigold, finally catching up enough to be able to wrap
herself around his arm, forcing him to slow down so that they could
walk together. She laid her head on his shoulder so that she could
whisper, "Why? Why can't things stay the same as they've been?"

Thule smiled, "Have you asked yourself what things are going to be
like in Boston?"

Marigold thought about it. As they walked, more and more heads were
turning to watch them go, obviously a couple. They would be the hot
topic of conversation today. Marigold thought about it. Finally, she
said, "I'm hoping we'll be together, away from this town."

"And what am I going to have to hold over your head?" Thule asked,
"You'll already be in Harvard. And what about after Harvard?"

Marigold stopped to look at him, "Well," she said, "you can still
threaten to expose me for stealing my essay. I could be expelled ex
post facto for that. Or," she thought quickly, "you have pictures of
me in compromising situations. You could threaten me with those."

"Fellatio in the newspaper office?" Thule asked, "pretty tame stuff.
Paul has better. Besides, it's not a real secure hold."

"Well," asked Marigold, "why don't you just be my boyfriend, then?"

Thule nodded, "That's what I'm doing. Let's go to your locker first."

Marigold turned to face him. They were in the hallway where all the
senior lockers were now and quite a crowd was pretending not to watch
them. Marigold wrapped her arm around Thule's neck and kissed him,
"Where did you learn how to be a boyfriend? The 1950s?"

Positioning her so that the lockers were behind her back, Thule gently
kneaded the flesh of her ass, then leaned in next to her ear, "I've
updated it a little, but my track record as a boyfriend is none too
good. I much prefer being able to order you around. I'd rather be able
to do so without constantly blackmailing you."

"So," asked Marigold, "why don't you just make me your wife?"

Thule dropped the double pile of textbooks on the floor with a great
clatter. The hall got deadly quiet, then filled with laughter. Someone
commented, "Dork."

Marigold smiled. As she leaned down to pick up her books, she
deliberately rubbed her ass down and back up his leg. It was pretty
obvious to anyone watching what she was doing. As she stood back up to
open her locker, she leaned lightly against Thule.

Thule laughed uncertainly, "Now whose attitudes are stuck in the
fifties?" he whispered.

Marigold exchanged books in and out of her locker, "Older than that. I
believe it was the Apostle Paul himself who said, 'For the husband is
the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church.' If I
were your wife, I'd have to obey you."

"You're insane," opined Thule, but he wrapped his hand around her
waist.

"Ahem," said a passing teacher, "Public displays of affection, Mr.
Roemer."

Thule detached himself from Marigold, "My apologies, Miss Delgado."
Then, he turned to Marigold, "This conversation is not over."

Marigold almost danced to homeroom. As they passed in the hallway,
Brianne glared at her. Marigold gave her a bright, genuine smile. In
homeroom, Thule appeared preoccupied with his notes. Dawn, however,
sidled over to Marigold as soon as she entered the room. She was
carrying a small shopping bag and grinning.

"You look like the cat who swallowed the canary," Dawn opined, "Having
a good day?"

"I am having a great day," said Marigold, "You're smiling, too. What's
up with you?"

Dawn's smile softened, "I just wanted to come over and thank you for
lending me the blouse. It's in the bag. There's also a little present
in there, to say thank you." She wrinkled her nose as if laughing, the
freckles on it standing out in exaggerated relief.

"Thank you," said Marigold, "but that wasn't necessary. I was glad to
help."

"I know," said Dawn, "that's why I was glad to get you a little
something to say thank you. Hey, it's all over the school that Brianne
made a move on Elliot this weekend, right in front of her boyfriend.
It was supposedly really blatant."

"That's too funny," said Marigold, "Those two have more interest in
each other than in her."

Suddenly, Marigold realized that people were listening to the
conversation. She had always been loath to gossip and was embarassed
to catch herself doing so now.

Dawn seemed to have no such compunctions, "Wait," she asked, "are you
saying Brianne's boyfriend is gay?"

Marigold glanced around furtively, then said, "I shouldn't have said
anything. I'm just mad at Elliot."

Dawn looked disappointed, "Oh," she said, "that would have been some
juicy gossip."

Marigold looked up at Dawn. She would have thought that the younger
girl would have some sensitivity about gossip relating to people's
orientation. But, she was practically salivating over passing out the
news.

Of course, such a rumor would be devastating to Brianne. And the more
she thought about Elliot's behavior towards his teammates over the
last three years, two names kept coming up as possible lovers for him.
The first was Randy Vanderbilt. Elliot talked about him like he was a
god. But, plenty of people talked about him like he was a god. The
other name that kept coming up was Ian Kelley, Brianne's boyfriend.
Randy talked about him constantly, even though they weren't even in
the same squad. And, while football was a hotbed of photoerotic
possibility, some of their actions together on-field had caused even
the old Marigold to think they were odd.

She had come to this conclusion in the shower this morning and come
down the stairs, eager to tell Thule her reasoning. Then, she saw
Thule and Jonas talking and forgot everything else.

Thule seemed to be giving Marigold some distance during the day. To
anyone watching, they seemed to be together constantly. They were
arm-in-arm between classes. Thule even made a fairly public display of
affection, kissing Marigold passionately before English class. But,
they didn't talk.

At lunch, they sat together at their regular table. But, he seemed to
talk to everyone but her. For Marigold's part, she wound up in a
conversation with Oxana and Dawn regarding Xena: Warrior Princess,
which she had never seen. The other two girls thought it amazing and
went on to explain the show in great detail.

"Wait," asked Marigold, "the show ended. Why is it still such a big
deal?"

Oxana laughed, "There's never more than a handful of good shows on at
any one time. If you don't keep touch with the ones that have ended."

"But, you've seen all of them, right?" asked Marigold.

"No," said Oxana, just as Dawn said, "yes."

Dawn lowered her eyes, "It was one of my all-time favorite shows."

"I usually watched it after Hercules," said Oxana, "I kind of had a
crush on Kevin Sorbo."

And that, thought Marigold, is the heart of the problem.

The afternoon was more of the same. Thule kissed her passionately
after lunch and again before calculus. After the last kiss, his
breathing was ragged, his eyes gleaming with barely-controlled lust.
Marigold, in comparison, felt rather serene. The kiss had been
pleasant and mildly arousing, but Thule looked one step away from
forgetting they were in public and having his way with her. Marigold
realized that she had Thule off-kilter. It was such a rare feeling
that Marigold felt like she was walking on clouds.

After calculus, Thule came to her at her locker. He loomed over
Marigold, whose own breathing caught a little. For a few seconds, she
wondered if Thule wasn't just going to lift her skirt and take her
right there. The thought made her knees go weak. She never knew what
Thule was going to do.

"Do you have any activities planned this afternoon?" he asked.

"I have student government," said Marigold.

"You're going to miss it," said Thule, "You're coming home with me. Do
you need to let anyone know?"

"No," said Marigold, her voice unsteady.

"All right," said Thule, "Let's go." He took her hand, almost dragging
her to the car. Marigold wondered if she would make it as far as
Thule's house with her virtue intact.

As they headed out the front door of the school, Dawn waved to them,
"Hey, Thule," she called, "Can I ask you a favor?"

Thule looked up, "What can I do for you, Dawn?"

Dawn tilted her head, "My ride flaked out on me. I'd rather not take
the bus. I live like three blocks from you. Could you drop me off?"

Thule looked at Marigold accusingly, although she didn't know why. She
turned to Dawn, "Sure," she said, "that shouldn't be a problem, should
it, Thule?"

"No problem at all," said Thule, not entirely masking his frustration,
"Come on."

In the car, Dawn asked from the back seat, "Thule, is it true that you
used to date Oxana?"

"Briefly," said Thule, "Why?"

"I don't know," asked Dawn, "Did she seem a little boy-crazy to you?"

"What?" asked Thule, "Do you mean, like, slutty?"

"No, no, no," said Dawn, "How do I put this?"

Marigold turned to face Dawn, "Hon, you can speak pretty freely here."

"Are you sure?" Dawn asked.

"Thule's pretty open-minded," Marigold opined, "You're not going to
shock him."

"Well," asked Dawn, "I guess my question is this: Would you have any
reason to think that she might be interested in girls...romantically?"

Thule's answer was a growl, "I would damned well hope not?"

"What?" asked Dawn, shocked, "Why not?"

"I've already had one girlfriend decide she was a lesbian," Thule
answered, "Two might give me a complex."

Marigold laughed, "Thule, you're in no danger of turning a woman off
to men. I've got no complaints."

Thule, having stopped at a traffic light, leaned over the seat to face
Dawn, "Sure," he said, "now she has no complaints. I think I want you
to ride with us every day. It makes her so sweet and reasonable."

Dawn laughed, "It's a deal."

Thule looked startled, "I...that is, I thought you had a regular
ride."

"I did," said Dawn, "Ericka Rubelle. She didn't show up this morning
and informed me today that I am persona non grata as far as she is
concerned. Apparently, she's better friends with Brianne than she is
with me."

Thule sighed, pulling through the now-green light, "I don't see why
not," he said finally, "It's only me and Marigold in the car most of
the time. Plenty of room back there."

"Thank you," said Dawn, "that's my house on the right--the big, white
one."

Thule pulled up in front of it. Dawn came around his side after
getting out, "What time do you usually leave in the morning?"

"I have to take care of the computer systems in the newspaper," said
Thule, "so I leave at five am."

"I, uh," said Dawn, "That's a little early for me."

Thule smiled, letting Dawn know she'd been tricked, "Actually, I leave
at about ten minutes to eight. I can be here about two minutes after
that."

"Great," said Donna, "thanks again."

After they had pulled away, Thule asked, "What is it with rich daddies
not buying their daughters cars in this town? Didn't anyone tell them
that was what rich daddies were for?"

"That was very nice of you," said Marigold, "but I'm going to miss our
morning conversations a little."

"After this morning," said Thule, "I'll be just as glad to have a
chaperone."

"I've got you rattled," crowed Marigold.

"Damned straight," said Thule, "I freely admit it. Were you serious?"

They were pulling into Thule's driveway. Marigold said, "I was. I
think it's the perfect solution. You were already talking about what
we would do after Harvard. If you're going to look that far forward,
why not talk about the whole way? Wouldn't you like to make an honest
woman of me Thule?"

Thule got out of the car, circled around and opened Marigold's door,
"I'm not ready to start thinking about marriage," he said, "I'm
eighteen years old. I can't make a decision like that."

Marigold waited at the front door for him, leaning her back against
it, stretching a little, "We can always wait," she said, "Until then,
you could be my boyfriend if you liked. I bet I could get used to that
sort of treatment."

Thule took her elbow and led her to his room, "You're serious?"

"I'd rather be your wife," said Marigold, "but I'm betting you could
be a good boyfriend."

"I don't think I care for that role," said Thule. He came up behind
her, his arms coming around her waist, cupping her breasts, "You might
be able to say no to me," He nipped at her earlobe, "Good Christian
girls go away to college and get damned funny ideas. You might not
want to obey your husband."

"It's a risk," admitted Marigold. Thule was unbuttoning her blouse
now. She said, "Marrying me would cement the deal before I had time to
rethink it. And, I'd have to do what you told me." She turned in his
arms.

Thule undid her bra, lowering his head to kiss each nipple gently.
Marigold shivered and gasped a little.

"What about your fiance?" Thule asked. Marigold was unbuttoning his
shirt, kissing the soft pelt and bare flesh underneath. He kept
talking, "Would you have to obey your fiancee?"

"I don't think Paul specifies," said Marigold. She laid a line of
kisses down his chest, kneeled in front of him, started undoing his
belt, "or the deuteropauline writers. But, definitely for a year or
two, I would think." She unzipped his fly, "Yes," she said,
"definitely two years. That should be plenty of time. Maybe a year to
court me, during which time I would obey you out of fear of some
unspecified dire consequences." She slid his pants and underpants to
the floor. He stepped out of them, "I have great faith in you, Thule.
I don't need to know what you'll do to me if I don't do as I'm told,
only that you'll do something. That should last at least a year after
we get to Boston, don't you think?" She licked the bottom of Thule's
extremely erect cock, making him gasp and his knees to buckle.

"Marigold," he moaned, guiding her head down onto his cock, "I can't
even promise that you're not going to hate me after this summer. I
can't...oh, God....I can't think that far in advance."

Marigold pulled her head off of Thule's cock, kissing the tip of it,
"Thule," she said, "I swear on everything that I hold holy that I will
not hate you for what you have to do before we go to Boston." She
licked him, "Let me help you with it. I want to be your partner...in
everything."

Marigold moved to take his cock into her mouth again, but Thule caught
her by her hair, forced her to her feet, then threw her face-down on
the bed. A second later, he was on top of and inside of her. He
pounded away at her with an urgency that Marigold has never
experienced before, even when he had been competing with Paul. She
bucked against him, reveling in it.

"I can't think about marriage now," said Thule, jackhammering away at
her, "I haven't been able to think all day. You drive me nuts,
Marigold."

Marigold said nothing, moaning under the onslaught. At this rate,
Thule wouldn't last very long, but Marigold was already pushing
towards climax. Finally, she managed to say, "We don't have to discuss
it now," she gasped, "Just fuck me."

Thule did, not talking, just pounding away at her. There was no
technique. He kept his hands on her hips and drove into Marigold again
and again. It was an act of the rawest sort of possession. It made
Marigold feel loved and violated at the same time. She came violently,
like a wild animal. As she'd guessed, it was over in less than a half
hour. Thule shot his hot seed into Marigold before collapsing next to
her on the body, rolling her to face him and drawing her into his
arms. They lay there, breathing heavily and not speaking for a long
time.

Finally, he kissed the top of her head, stroked her back with his
fingertips, and said, "Give me this week. On Sunday, I'll tell you
everything I have planned. If you still want to be my partner in this
after that, so be it. I won't hold you to a promise made with my cock
balanced on your nose."

Marigold giggled, "You're so charmingly vulgar."

Thule laughed, kissing her on the mouth, "And you're maddening."
Already, his cock was stirring to life again. Marigold stroked it
gently with her fingertips, coaxing it to full extension. She was
feeling powerful and wanton. She wanted to feel him inside of her
again, lingering this time. Smiling to herself, she kissed his downy
chest. Thule may not hold her to her promise, but she would hold
herself to it. She was starting to get a feeling for what his plan
might be and, as tough as it was going to be, she would help him get
it done. It may have started as Maya's revenge, but it had become a
final reckoning for a lot of evil she'd come to take for granted.

Thule's hands began to roam freely over her body again, stroking,
pinching, exploring. Marigold slid down his body, taking him into her
mouth again. She ached with wanting Thule, now and forever. It was
probably crazy to bring up marriage at this point, but she had planted
the germ of an idea in his head. She'd moved the debate from whether
he would keep her after they left for Boston to whether he would marry
her. That gave him more time to realize that he couldn't live without
her any more than she could live without him.

--Vulgar Argot
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"I've been accused of vulgarity. I say that's bullshit."
  --Mel Brooks

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