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Princes of Mannsborough, Part 13
by Vulgar Argot
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As he and Dawn took their leave of Marigold, Thule shook his head to
himself, drew a cigarette out of his pack, and lit it. There was a
small risk a teacher would make him extinguish it, but he decided to
chance it. Now that he was smoking again, he found that it helped him
think.

"Can I get one of those?" Dawn asked.

Thule looked at her suspiciously. He had a feeling Dawn and Marigold
were in some sort of cahoots now, but wasn't sure over what. There
were too many meaningful looks between them, too many unspoken
messages. Not having the cipher, he didn't know what the messages were
saying. But, there were definitely cahoots going on.

He offered her the pack of cigarettes, "You smoke?"

"Almost never," said Dawn, turning around and drawing one out without
slowing her pace. "Just when I want to look cool."

Thule lit the cigarette for her without slowing his pace, "Very
cost-effective."

Dawn, kept walking backwards, "So, if Marigold isn't coming, do I get
promoted to the front seat?"

"It's a brevet promotion only," said Thule. "And, I don't have a bag
for you to wear. So, try to stay ducked down."

"A what?" asked Dawn.

"A bag," said Thule. "A soft receptacle for carrying items in. Most
commonly made of paper, plastic, or cloth. In this case, I was
thinking plastic would be unnecessarily cruel...."

"I know what a bag is," said Dawn, still backpedaling. "What's a
brevet promotion?"

"A promotion in name only," said Thule, "often done in the heat of
battle for the purpose of maintaining the chain of command and
rescinded after the battle is over. For instance, a sergeant can be
made into a brevet lieutenant if the lieutenant over him is killed.
But, since non-commissioned officers are generally not being groomed
to become commissioned officers....I'm giving too much information,
aren't I?"

Dawn shook her head. Still walking backwards, she sidestepped to avoid
a chain link fence, "Not at all. I love information I'll probably
never have any use for. Don't you?"

Thule laughed, "Actually, I do. And, while I'm not sure whether you
are humoring me or mocking me, I'm going to pretend that you're
humoring me and thank you for it."

Dawn wrinkled her nose, "Neither, actually. I really do collect facts
that I never know when I'm going to need. For instance, did you know
that the goldfish's memory is only eight seconds long?"

"No," said Thule, "I didn't. What conceivable use would you have for
that fact, though?"

"Well," said Dawn, "I wouldn't lay awake worrying my goldfish were mad
at me...if I had a goldfish. What do you need to know about brevet
promotions for? You're not planning on going into the military, are
you?"

"Well, no," said Thule, "but you never know when I might need to raise
an army. I'd hate to lose a battle based on a syntactical error."

"So," asked Dawn, spinning around as she reached the top of the steep
cement staircase that led down the side of the gym to the senior
parking lot. "What were you going to say about brevets?"

"First," asked Thule, "how the hell did you do that?"

"Do what?" asked Dawn.

"Walk backwards all the way from the side steps to the parking lot
steps and not fall on your pretty, little ass?"

"You think I have a pretty, little ass?" Dawn asked.

Thule shook his head, "It's a figure of speech that actually means,
'enormous, hideously deformed ass.' Now, how did you do it?"

Dawn stopped at the passenger door of Thule's car and shrugged, "I've
walked from the school to the gym probably fifteen hundred times. I
know the way. Plus, I watched your face. Whenever you looked like you
were about to dive to my rescue, I know I had to be close to the next
obstacle."

"What if I just chose not to rescue you?" said Thule.

"Not in your nature," said Dawn, "You see a damsel in distress, you
have to rescue her."

Thule got into the car, opening the passenger-side door for Dawn. Once
she'd bounced into the car, he said, "So, you know my nature, huh?"

"At least that part of it," said Dawn, "You only radiate it like a
freaking lighthouse." She looked around herself, "I like my brevet.
So, what's my new rank?"

Thule started the car, "Brevet Front Seat Rider, First Class?"

"Too wordy," said Dawn, "How about Brevet Girlfriend?"

"Definitely not," said Thule emphatically, "Now, stop flirting with
me. I'm trying to drive."

"Okay," said Dawn. "Can I flirt with you some more when we get to a
stop light?"

Thule rolled his eyes at her and scowled.

"See?" asked Dawn. "This speaks to the point I was making. It's like
when you see those guards outside Buckingham Palace with the big,
fluffy hats..."

"Beefeaters," supplied Thule.

"The guards or the hats?" asked Dawn.

"The guards," said Thule, "The hat is called a Tudor bonnet."

Dawn glanced sideways at Thule, but continued, "As I was saying, it's
like when you see those Beefeaters standing guard outside of
Buckingham Palace. You want to see if you can rattle them. So, you
make silly faces or say rude things about the queen, just to see if
you can get a rise. You remind me of them."

"I look like a red Q-Tip with a black top?" asked Thule.

"No," said Dawn. "You're like, completely incorruptable. Like the FBI
or Batman."

Thule laughed, "And you think you know my nature."

"Well," admitted Dawn, "maybe not completely. But, you're an honorable
guy. I'm always crushing on honorable guys and straight girls. It's
probably avoidance syndrome or something."

Thule gazed out of the windshield, focusing on his driving. He didn't
answer. Dawn watched him, the smile softening on her face.

"Hey," said Dawn, her voice comforting. "It's okay. I crush on lots of
people. I'll get over it."

Thule laughed hollowly, "Actually, I was just thinking about how wrong
you might be on the honorable thing."

Dawn's face was earnest, "Don't judge yourself too harshly, Thule.
I've been watching you. You've got the tortured 'Dark Knight' thing
going. But, you're still one of the good guys and, ultimately, you'll
do the right thing, even if you have to walk through fire to do it. If
you don't, it's going to totally wreck my image of humanity and I'm
sending you the bill for my psychotherapy."

"All right," said Thule, "I promise. No turning evil in the third act.
But, answer me this. How do you know about the Dark Knight stuff?
Weren't you a cheerleader a couple of weeks ago?"

"Reserve cheerleader," said Dawn, "with an occasional brevet to full
cheerleader. But, Brianne was right about me. I really do feel much
more at home among the gearheads and the geeks. Blame my big brothers
for that."

"You have brothers?" asked Thule.

"Three of them," said Dawn, "All in their late twenties and early
thirties. Grease monkeys and science types, all of em. Practically
every conversation I heard growing up involved cars or Star Trek or
Star Wars or Spiderman or, even occasionally, girls. Now, I have at
least a passing interest in all of those things."

"So," asked Thule. "What's the deal with you and June Kane?"

"What deal?" asked Dawn too casually.

"Well," said Thule, "she's supposed to be Brianne's closest friend,
but Brianne hates you and yet I see you two chatting, all
friendly-like, at the fountain on Sunday. Then, again today, I saw you
two walking together, talking. But, as soon as she realized I saw you,
she kept on walking, pretending as if you weren't even talking to each
other."

Dawn shook her head as if to deny Thule's observation.

"So," said Thule, not really making it a question. "She's your
girlfriend. Right?"

Dawn's face paled a little, "Let me get this straight. You were
running at full speed, preparing to punch Elliot in the head, and you
noticed who I was talking to?"

"Force of habit," said Thule, "I also noticed that, when you stumbled
away, she was afraid to touch you. I suspect it was because someone
might see."

"You couldn't have seen that," said Dawn. "You were in the damned
fountain."

"No," said Thule, "but you did. And you just confirmed what I
suspected happened."

Dawn slapped Thule on the shoulder, "That was a sneaky, underhanded
way of getting the information. Why didn't you just ask?"

"Because," said Thule, lighting another cigarette. "If you knew I
wanted it, you might have wondered why and lied to me."

Dawn made an outraged noise. Thule said, "And you thought I was
honorable. You might as well start therapy now."

"You didn't have to do that," said Dawn. "I wouldn't lie to you. Ask
me anything."

Thule chuckled, "Have you got a crush on Marigold?"

"No," said Dawn indignantly.

"See?" asked Thule, "Without even thinking, you can lie to me."

"I don't," said Dawn, her voice rising.

"Dawn," said Thule patiently, "I spotted the body language at the
fountain, well enough to guess what happened next. Are you going to
tell me I can't read it when I'm standing still and it's right in
front of my face?"

Dawn lowered her head, hiding her face behind her bangs, "Are you
mad?"

Thule laughed, "Not at all. I commend you on your good taste. I only
asked because it was the first question that popped into my head that
you'd lie to me about if I asked."

"That's the only reason?" asked Dawn, "Or are you harboring some deep
fantasy about me and her getting all hot and heavy?"

"Well, I hadn't," said Thule, laughing. "But, I imagine that I will
now."

"Like I said," answered Dawn, "Honorable guys and straight girls.
Story of my life."

Thule considered telling Dawn she wasn't entirely right about him or
Marigold, but decided that Marigold's secrets were her own to keep or
share. Instead, he changed the subject, "So, have you thought about
what kind of phone you wanted to get?"

"Whatever kind works," said Dawn. "You don't need to....Wait a second.
You changed the subject awfully quickly. Marigold is straight, isn't
she?"

Thule shrugged, "You would have to ask her that."

"Funny," said Dawn, "because she told me about this one time..." Her
voice got a dreamy, faraway quality.

"Nice try, Robin," said Thule.

"You know," said Dawn as Thule pulled into the parking lot of the
strip mall they were headed for, "If I ask Marigold that question, she
might want to know why I'm asking."

Thule nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt, "She might at that." Before
Dawn could say anything else, he was out of the car.

                              -=-

Thule bought himself a just-below-the-top-of-the-line phone and would
have bought one for Dawn too. But, she insisted on a much less
expensive model, claiming that the one Thule had selected was too
complex and she would never be able to learn how to use it.

When the salesman handed them the phones, he said, "You're all set
now. These will be activated within the next four hours. If they're
not, call me here and I'll take care of it."

Thule nodded, taking the phone and sliding it into his shirt pocket
where the other one had been. He found the weight oddly comforting,
even if the new phone weighed about a third of what the old one had.

Checking his watch, he said, "We've got another couple of hours before
Marigold is ready to be picked up. Do you want me to drop you off at
home or would you rather hang out?"

Dawn shrugged emphatically, hands in her pockets, "We can hang out."
Indicating one of the other shops in the strip mall with a nod of her
head, she said, "I'll buy you ice cream. I can afford that at least."

"Thanks," said Thule. "But, I'm not much of an ice cream guy."

"Suit yourself," said Dawn. "Do you mind if I get some?"

"Go right ahead," said Thule. "Watching you eat it is all the reward I
need."

"Evil, evil boy," said Dawn, smacking him on the shoulder again before
bouncing away to the ice cream shop. Thule went and sat down on one of
the big cement cube benches. The things were provided by a subsidiary
of Vandevoort Industries and all over the area, just another sign of
the pervasiveness of their influence. Dawn came bounding back, a
little more cautiously, with a scoop of strawberry ice cream in a cup.
She sat down next to Thule.

"Aww," said Thule. "A cup. That's no fun to watch."

Dawn grinned mischievously, then dug her spoon into the dish, drew it
out, held the spoon upside down in front of her face, snaked her
tongue out at it and, closing her eyes, began to lick it gently with
just the tip of her tongue. As Thule sat, transfixed, she licked
around the edge of the ice cream in a circle, teasing little bits away
until it began to slide down the spoon. Then, she moved her tongue
quickly up to the tip of the spoon, catching the dropping ice cream
and sucking it into her mouth.

Smiling at Thule, Dawn swung her feet up onto the seat, resting her
back against his shoulder, "Get comfortable," she said, "This may take
a while."

Thule sighed, "You're incorrigible."

Dawn laughed, wiggling her shoulders so that Thule moved his arm out
of her way and she could lean more against him, "And you're
incorruptible. I'd say we make a great pair."

"You know," said Thule after Dawn had begun eating her ice cream
normally, "If you touch the Beefeaters, they're allowed to crack you
one."

"So, Thule," asked Dawn, spooning out more ice cream. "You want to
take a swing at me?"

"Not particularly," said Thule. "No."

"Good," said Dawn, "because I don't think I particularly like the
rough stuff. Of course, I might have to try it to be sure."

"So," said Thule. "You managed to skillfully avoid my question about
June Kane."

"Yes, I did, didn't I?" Dawn stuck the spoonful of ice cream into her
mouth.

Thule frowned, "I don't trust her."

"Quite honestly," Dawn shrugged, "I don't trust her either. But, no
relationship is perfect."

"It doesn't bother you?" Thule asked.

Dawn stood up, walked away a bit to throw away her ice cream cup, and
came back. Still standing, she said, "Of course it bothers me. But, I
have to spend another year at this school after you and Marigold ride
off into the sunset. Brianne is grooming June to be queen bitch. She
can protect me and, if I'm in good enough with her, she probably will.
Besides, she's the only girl I've ever wanted who wanted me back."

Thule nodded. He was about to say something else, but his phone
chirped. He glanced at the display, and saw that the voice mail icon
was active.

"That was quick," he said as he retrieved his messages. In less than
twenty-four hours, he'd acquired a half-dozen messages. Taking out his
PDA, he made notes from each message.

When he got to the one from Marigold, he stopped writing. Once the
message was finished, he turned to Dawn, "Marigold just left me a
really weird message. We'd better get going."

"Is she in trouble?" asked Dawn.

"I don't know," said Thule, already walking towards the car. "But,
we'd better get moving, just in case."

Dawn was already trotting past him, "Should we call her back?"

Thule shook his head, "I can't. She didn't leave a number and the only
place I had it was in my other phone."

                            -=-

Thule wasn't tired anymore. He was too busy weaving in and out of
traffic in order to maintain a constant speed.

"Doesn't this pile of rust go any faster?" Dawn urged.

"Yes," said Thule, "a lot faster actually, but I'm already going
seventy. I'm not going to do Marigold any good if I get pulled over
and have to wait for a cop to write me a ticket."

As if by magical summoning, a police car pulled out from behind a
copse of trees on the median just as they crossed the town line,
sirens blaring, red and blue flashers going.

"Fuck," shouted Thule, slamming his hands on his steering wheel,
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Looking over his shoulder to confirm that the cop
couldn't be after anyone other than him, he slowed down and pulled
over.

As they sat there, waiting for the officer to approach, Dawn said,
"Shit! Do you want me to flirt with him or something?" Even as she was
speaking, she was unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a white racerback
sports bra underneath.

Thule sighed, "If you think it will help. But, don't go overboard."

Dawn nodded. Pulling down her visor, she reapplied her light pink
lipstick and fluffed up her hair to look a little bit wilder. As the
cop car door opened, she asked, "How do I look?"

"Well," said Thule, "I would soft sell it from this point on or the
cop may insist I leave you here with him."

Dawn licked her lips, "Okay."

As the officer approached his car, Thule felt a surge of hope. Even
without the blue uniform, there was only one person that size in
Mannsborough. He folded down and bent over to look into the car
window, "Thule, I didn't know it was you."

"Oh, heya, Vladi," said Thule. "Good to see you again. Sorry about
blowing past you back there, but..."

Vladi waved him off, "Don't worry about it. Just be careful. You were
speeding in Vonsburgh. They don't know you there yet." Crouching down
a little, he looked across at Dawn, "Oh, Jeez. I didn't realize you
had company."

"Well," said Thule, "now you can see that I do." Vladi seemed to be
waiting for something else, so he added, "I'll be sure to mention to
Ivan what a good job you boys are doing out here."

Vladi touched the tip of his cap, "Much appreciated. Drive safely."
Then, he stood up and walked back to his car. When Thule pulled away,
he spun his tires, spraying gravel on the squad car behind him.

"Well," said Dawn, "that was a lucky break. I guess it's good to have
friends on the force."

"Randy's friend, not mine," said Thule. "Before yesterday, I hadn't
seen Vladi since I was a freshman and he threw me down the stairs by
the parking lot because he thought it would be funny."

"Damn, Thule," said Dawn. "What have you got on Randy Vandevoort that
his friends show you that kind of respect?"

"Quite a lot, actually," said Thule. "But, that's not why any of this
is happening. Randy wants to be my ally because he assumes I'm playing
Marigold for a sap so I can get to Jonas's money."

"Really?" asked Dawn, her eyes narrowing. "Are you?"

"Of course not," said Thule, "but, I'm content letting him think that.
It's why my star has been rising so fast lately."

"But, you're not really friends with Randy?" asked Dawn.

"Could an honorable man be?" asked Thule.

"No," said Dawn, "I suppose not. But, you have to admit that it is
pretty confusing."

"I know," said Thule, "and I'll explain more of it to you soon. But
right now..."

Dawn filled in for him, "More rescuing. Less talking."

Thule nodded. Even with the stop, he still got to the newspaper office
in thirty five minutes by applying a lead foot the rest of the way.
Because it was closest, he pulled into teacher parking lot.

Thule took the stairs three at a time, leaving Dawn behind. As he
burst into the office, he saw that Brianne, Ian, and Marigold were
alone in the office. Marigold was sitting at her desk, the other two
standing over the desk, leaning in.

"I hope it's okay that I came early," Thule said loudly, trying to
hide the fact that he was catching his breath. "We got finished early
in Vonsburgh. I thought we might be able to help."

Brianne and Ian jumped back guiltily at the sound of Thule's voice.
Thule asked, "Did I interrupt something?"

"No," said Brianne. "We were just conferring on the physical layout."

Dawn came in behind Thule, keeping him body between her and the three
people in the room so that no one could see her chest heaving with the
effort of running up the stairs. Marigold's eyes were flooded with
relief when she said, "Well, I'm glad you two are here. I don't want
this to take all night. Thule, could you copyedit the galleys that are
done? And Dawn, if you could do paste up on these," she crossed the
room and handed Dawn a pile of letter-sized papers, "we should be done
in no time."

For the next twenty minutes, Thule and Dawn and Brianne and Ian worked
side by side in more or less complete silence. Finally, Brianne said,
"Thule, did you talk to Ioke about the tutoring yet?"

Thule cursed inwardly, but said calmly, "No. Thanks for reminding me."
He pulled out his wallet, "Here's a card with my cell phone number on
it. Have her call me and we'll set up a time."

"Oh," said Marigold, a little too casually, not looking up from the
light table, "what are you tutoring Ioke in?"

"Math," said Brianne, looking at Thule and licking her lips, "He
offered to help me with my math, too. Hey, Thule, maybe you could do
me and Ioke together." Marigold looked up sharply.

"Well," said Thule, deliberately missing the double entendre, "you two
are at different levels. The subject matter would be completely
different."

Based on the triumphant, self-satisfied smile on Brianne face, Thule
thought that he must have kept up the double entendre somehow, but
couldn't figure out how. But she said, "It's true. I am much more
advanced."

The lascivious tone of Brianne's voice was so strong that Ian finally
caught it. He looked up from the articles he was trimming and stared
directly at Thule with anger flashing in his eyes.

Thule just smiled at him, though, "Of course," he said, "you and
Brianne should be on the same level. Maybe I could help the two of you
with your math at the same time." Then, to make sure the football
player didn't miss his meaning, he put a hand on Ian's arm and glanced
down at the quarterback's package. Ian and Brianne were so shocked
that they didn't see Marigold cover her mouth to keep from laughing.

"Yeah, uh," said Ian slowly. "That might be all right."

"Good," Thule smiled, glanced down again, and went back to work.

Ten minutes later, Brianne said, "Oh, Marigold, honey, I forgot.
There's something Ian and I have to do tonight. Can you three finish
up without us?"

"Well," said Marigold, looking up from her computer and pushing hair
out of her eyes, "I suppose we could, although it would be faster if
you two were here."

"Sorry," shrugged Brianne. As she was going out the door, she turned,
"Why, Dawn, you're looking rather naked today."

Dawn, who was still dressed in blue jeans and sports bra, said, "Thank
you, Brianne. I was hoping you would notice."

Brianne didn't harumph as she turned to leave, but she clearly wanted
to. Ian gave Thule an inquisitive look at he left, but Thule's
features were cautiously blank. After they had left, Marigold leapt up
from her desk, ran to the office door, closed, and locked it. Then,
she ran over to Thule, throwing herself into his arms, laying her head
on his solar plexus.

"Oof," said Thule.

"I'm so glad you showed up when you did," said Marigold. She reached
up, grasped the back of Thule's head, and drew him down into a
passionate kiss. Thule braced the back of her head with one hand,
wiping away her single tear with his thumb. When he pulled away, he
asked, "What happened."

"Nothing," said Marigold, "and I was starting to feel stupid for
having called you. But, they were clearly up to something. They kept
getting closer and increasingly cryptic in their comments, like they
had some inside joke they weren't telling me about. I think you got
here just on time."

Thule nodded, "Be very careful in this office in the future. It's too
isolated. Anything could happen here."

Marigold looked up at him and started giggling. Thule chuckled. Soon,
they were both guffawing. Dawn looked at them like they'd both gone
insane.

Still hugging Thule, Marigold turned to Dawn, "Why are you so naked
anyway?"

"I got stopped for speeding on the way over here..." began Thule.

"...and, I was going to flash him if I thought it would help get Thule
here sooner," said Dawn.

"You were?" asked Thule, "I thought I said 'Don't overdo it.'"

"I didn't say it was the most subtle approach," said Dawn, "but as a
last-ditch effort."

Marigold, seemingly overcome, unwrapped one arm from around Thule and
waved Dawn over. Dawn came over and Marigold pulled her into the hug,
pinning her between Thule and herself so that Thule was standing
behind Dawn and Marigold was facing them both. Then, she hugged them
both fiercely.

"You two are the best," Marigold said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'd never make it without you."

Thule tried to stand as still as possible and think of baseball. When
he was sure he could speak evenly, he said, "We should get this paper
done."

Marigold nodded and released them. Dawn turned around and hugged Thule
directly. A half foot taller than Marigold, her head fit comfortably
under his chin. To Marigold she said, "It's not every day you get to
hug a knight in shining armor."

"Actually," said Marigold, smiling, "it is."

"Well, okay," said Dawn, "It's not everyday I get to hug a knight in
shining armor."

Marigold gave a dismissive wave, "Hug him whenever you want. In spite
of the shining armor, he's like a big teddy bear."

Dawn gave Thule another squeeze, "I was just noticing that," she said.
When she released him, she had a look on her face that hovered between
mischievous and evil.

An hour later, when they'd finally gotten the galley proofs printed,
proofed, and dummied up, Thule sat on the faded gray couch nearest the
door. Marigold came and flopped down next to him. Dawn sat on the
nearest desk, facing them.

"Now," said Marigold, "all we need to do is run those over to the
printer and we're done."

"When do they close?" asked Thule.

"Not until ten," said Marigold, "We've got two and a half hours to
spare."

Thule relaxed. Editing and doing actual mechanical cutting and pasting
was strenuous because it was so detailed. His shoulders ached with the
effort of keeping his hands steady while cutting articles from their
printouts. Marigold said, "Now that that's done, I was wondering if
you could explain something to me, Thule?"

"Yes, love of my life?" said Thule.

"Did I or did I not see you come on to Brianne and Ian earlier?"

"Yeah," said Dawn, "I noticed that, too."

Thule nodded, "Yup. I figure that Brianne is still pissed at both of
you and, in her mind, what better way of getting back at both of you
and taking a shot at Randy at the same time than by sleeping with me?
As long as she thinks she's got a shot at it, she's very friendly to
me. Since she and Ian are plotting something against you, I need to
move against them soon. If I can play them off of each other, I have a
better chance of driving a wedge between them."

"But, sleeping with them?" said Marigold. "There's got to be an easier
way."

Thule nodded, "I have no intention of sleeping with either of them. If
I can break them up, particularly with what I have in mind, it will be
entirely reasonable of me to want to put as much distance between us
as possible."

Dawn said, "Oo. What have you got planned? This I've got to hear."

"Leave me some surprises," said Thule, "Within a week, you should
see."

                                  -=-

When they got to his car, Thule saw a yellow slip of paper under his
windshield wiper, "Shit," he said, pulling it off.

"What is it?" asked Marigold as she got in her side.

"Un-fucking-believable," said Thule, "I can probably get away with
murder in this town, but I can't get away with parking in the
teachers' parking lot. I've got detention tomorrow."

For some reason, Marigold and Dawn found that hysterically funny. Once
they started giggling, they fed off of each other until tears were
leaking out of the corners of their eyes. Thule didn't understand why
they found it so funny.

"Listen," said Thule when he was reasonably sure the paroxysms had
died down, "Today actually illustrates a point I needed to make. Now
that things are heating up, you two should never be alone,
particularly at school. As long as you're in class or busy hallways,
you should be okay. If you have to go anywhere else, find each other.
Or, find me. In an emergency, find Oksana or one of the guys with the
crew cuts we eat lunch with. But, use the buddy system. Remember, if
you're not with her, she might be alone and that's not acceptable.
Always keep your phones with you. If you get the slightest whiff of
danger, call me. I'd rather go to a hundred false alarms than miss one
real emergency."

"Wow," said Dawn, "you're really demanding. Is he always this
demanding?"

Marigold smiled, "Pretty much. It's the basis of our relationship. He
tells me what to do and I do it."

Dawn looked back and forth between them. Thule kept his eyes on the
road. Marigold was still grinning from the gigglefest that she and
Dawn had just finished. Finally, Dawn said, "You're kidding, right?"

"No," said Marigold, "He gives me orders and I imagine that he's going
to do something really awful to me if I don't follow them."

Dawn sat up straighter in the back seat, "You're serious, aren't you?"

Marigold nodded.

"That's so..." Dawn seemed to be searching for a word, "un-PC."

Thule hadn't realized he was holding his breath until he let it go. He
said, "I've never been much for PC."

"So, Thule," asked Dawn, "what would you do to Marigold if she
disobeyed?"

Thule chuckled in the chiaroscuro of gathering twilight. Then, with
deep menace in his voice, he said, "Bad, bad things."

                          -=-

After they'd dropped Dawn off at home, they drove in silence for a
while. When it had become uncomfortable, Thule said, "Did you have to
tell Dawn about our arrangement?"

Marigold shrugged, "You seemed to be letting her in on the plan and
I've been dying for someone I can talk to. By the way, why are you
letting her in on the plan?"

It was Thule's turn to shrug, "Because she's a valuable ally and,
after today, I'm convinced that she would go to the wall for you. I
believe she was honestly ready to stay with the cop who pulled me over
and distract him by any means necessary just so that I could get to
you on time."

"I got some sense of that," said Marigold, "But, what did I do to
deserve such loyalty?"

Thule chuckled, "I guess you were just lovable you. Sometimes, that's
all it takes."

Marigold turned to face Thule more directly in her seat, "Are you
saying she's in love with me?"

"I wasn't," said Thule, "but, she might be. I wouldn't worry about it,
though.  I found out today that she's seeing June Kane."

"That's the cheerleader she's been going on about?" asked Marigold
incredulously. "Thule, it can't be. Dawn said she was over June when
she fell for Oksana."

Thule shrugged, "Dawn confirmed it for me herself. I guess over
doesn't mean over in this case."

"Still," said Marigold, "I don't like her. She's at least as mean as
Brianne. She's not a good match for Dawn."

"I agree," said Thule, "and so does Dawn. It's a marriage of
convenience, though. Dawn believes June can protect her next year."

"That's so sad," said Marigold, "Why didn't you tell her that things
are going to be different next year?"

"Because I don't know if they are," said Thule. "If I succeed, the
Vandevoorts will be gone, but June Kane is going to be just as
tyrannical as Brianne is."

After about a minute of silence, Marigold said, "We should do
something about June Kane."

"No," said Thule, "she hasn't done anything that warrants the kind of
revenge I dish out. She's garden variety evil, the sort that thrives
in every high school in America. Even without the Vandevoorts,
Mannsborough High isn't going to become a utopia."

"Ioke is nice," said Marigold, seemingly a propos of nothing.

"In what way?" asked Thule, feeling like he was treading on eggshells.

"I mean," said Marigold, "Ioke is a genuinely nice person. If June
Kane were out of the way, she'd be the most likely person to be
cheerleading captain next year. She's better at it than anyone. She's
so limber and athletic. She can practically rise from a full-out split
without using her hands."

"Err, yes," said Thule, coughing, "what was your point?"

"That was my point," said Marigold, "Ioke is one of the nicest people
I've ever met. She's quiet, so she doesn't arouse Brianne's anger, but
a really sweet person. If she were the head of the cheerleading squad,
they wouldn't be such a group of harpies."

Thule nodded, "If I can arrange it, I will."

As they got close to her street, Marigold said, "Take me to your
house."

"Are you sure?" asked Thule.

Marigold nodded, "Jonas is getting computer lessons and my mother is
at a women's auxiliary meeting tonight. Give me your phone."

Thule handed it over, "Bossy," he grumbled.

Marigold stuck out her tongue at him before dialing. Then, she said,
"Hi, guys. This is Marigold. I'm going to cook Thule dinner tonight to
thank him for helping out with the newspaper. If you need me, you can
reach me at his house or via his cell phone." She read the two numbers
off from memory, "Otherwise, I'll be home late." She hung up.

Thule said, "They're going to know..."

"Thule," said Marigold, "They already know. Besides, I gave them a
chance to tell me to come home earlier. By the time they get home,
we'll just be finishing dinner."

"You know," said Thule, "I am damned impressed. What a subtle and
effective way to get your parents to give their blessing to you
putting out without actually having to bring up the subject."

"Yeah," said Marigold. "it's positively Thulian."

                                   -=-

Thule knew he was going to get fat if he wasn't careful around
Marigold. Surveying the ingredients in his refrigerator and freezer,
she'd ended up making chicken cordon bleu and fettuccini alfredo.
After the filling meal, they sat together on the couch, staring at the
blank tv until Thule turned it on to the news. It was a slow week,
focused on some sort of congressional sex scandal or another. Thule
hadn't kept track. Marigold, on the other hand, seemed entranced.

"Don't tell me you've been keeping up with this thing," said Thule.
"It's so tawdry."

"No," said Marigold, "this is the first I've heard of it. I almost
never watch tv anymore. In fact, it's probably been about two years
since the last time I did. Jonas doesn't approve of it, calls it the
idiot box. And, with everything I've been doing for school, it's just
been easier not to watch."

Thule nodded. Marigold lay her head on his lap, stretching her body
out onto the remainder of the couch. As Thule stroked her hair, she
asked, "Thule, would you say we have a traditional relationship?"

Thule chuckled, "Sure. Boy meets girl. Boy blackmails girl. Boy forces
girl into depraved sex acts. Girl likes it. Boy is driven by guilt to
take horrific revenge on his classmates. Boy and girl live happily
ever after. I'm sure that Hallmark is printing up cards for this sort
of thing even as we speak."

"That's not quite what I meant," said Marigold.

"So, what did you mean?" asked Thule.

After several false starts, Marigold said, "Do you think we're meant
to be together, just with each other, forever?"

Thule thought before answering, stroking Marigold's hair, "I could be
very happy with that."

Marigold sighed, "I think I could be too...eventually. I just think
that I started talking about forever too soon."

"Well," said Thule, "that puts you in accordance with more or less
everyone else."

"But, I do want to, Thule. I know we haven't been together very long,
but I can't imagine losing you," said Marigold.

Thule nodded, "I love you, Marigold. After all we've been through in
such a short time, I can't imagine what it would take to separate us."

"I love you too, Thule," said Marigold.

Thule sat, stroking her hair and ignoring the news on tv, "So?" he
said, finally.

"So," said Marigold, "I was doing some research on the Internet today.
Have you ever heard of something called 'polyamory?'"

Thule nodded, "The SCA guys talk about it a lot. So does Miss Simone
if you get her on any subject even tangentially related."

"The art teacher?" Marigold asked.

Thule nodded.

Marigold kissed Thule's belly, "Could you ever see us being like
that?"

"I don't know," said Thule, slowly and deliberately. "I'm still trying
to get my head around the fact that there's a 'we' at all half the
time. Can you see us being like that?"

"It's kind of like you said," answered Marigold, "I'm still getting
used to the idea that I can enjoy being with anyone the way I'm with
you. Elliot was so anti-sex and down on my body that I was seriously
starting to think that it wasn't worth the effort." She shuddered,
"But, you make me feel desirable and sexy. I love making love to you.
I love fucking you. I had no idea sex could feel so good. I just
figured that sex was something you did to get married or, for that
matter, to get into Harvard." She smiled at her own little joke, "So,
the idea of marrying early and only having sex with that one person I
married made perfect sense. Now...." She trailed off.

"Now, you're not so sure," said Thule.

"If I say yes," asked Marigold, "will I lose you? Because, if I'll
lose you, the answer is no. I love you, Thule."

"No," said Thule, "you won't lose me."

Marigold breathed a heavy sigh, "It's just that we're going away to
college next year and we're going to meet lots of people and there's
so much I want out of life now...but, at the same time, it would kill
me to lose you. And, if I had to choose between you and everyone else,
I'd choose you. So, I need to know. Do I have to choose?"

Thule said, "You know, there are a lot of unhappy poly people. The web
sites don't tell you that. They're very politicized and want to
present poly as a panacea for all of the world's ills. In their own
way, they're as smug as the Christians who say that monogamy is God's
law."

"I understand," said Marigold, a little sadly.

"I'm not done," said Thule, "As I was saying, it's a different way to
lead your life, not necessarily better or worse. It's entirely
possible that involving more people that closely in your life causes
the number of problems to rise exponentially. Didn't you ever notice
how nuts Miss Simone is most of the time?"

"I just assumed that was because she was an artist," said Marigold,
"Are you saying it's because she's poly?"

"I'm saying it's because she's a drama queen who needs to be the
center of attention," said Thule, "and with two boyfriends and a
girlfriend, she often is. But, she creates all kinds of problems for
herself and having all those people so deeply entangled in her life
makes them much worse. So, poly may not be the right choice for Miss
Simone."

"I see," said Marigold.

"Of course," added Thule, "I can't see that monogamy would be right
for her either. She's too needy for any one man. And, unfortunately,
sedation is not really a lifestyle choice."

"Well," said Marigold, "neither one of us is like Miss Simone. You're
the most intensely rational person I know and I, well, I may have my
dramatic urges, but I do what you tell me."

"What about," asked Thule, "when you saw me with Maya? It almost made
you sick to your stomach."

"It was awful," agreed Marigold, "but, it was awful because I knew you
shouldn't be fucking her. She was crazy and I was afraid she was going
to be in our life. Once I realized that you weren't interested in
clasping Maya to your bosom, it didn't bother me so much."

"What if," asked Thule, "I wanted to fuck Brianne?"

"Why would you want to fuck Brianne?" asked Marigold, sounding
annoyed.

"Call it a hypothetical question," said Thule.

Marigold thought about it, "I would be revolted." Then, as she thought
about it, she added, "I would insist you wear a condom. And I would
still probably want you boiled before I let you touch me again."

Thule laughed, "Good, he said. I would be revolted too."

"I don't understand," said Marigold, puzzled.

"Relationships are about negotiation," said Thule, "all relationships.
There is no one, true way. Anything we can agree on between us is our
right to do. If we were going to be poly, we would have to set terms.
I don't want you sleeping with just anyone and, as you have
demonstrated, you don't want me sleeping with just anyone. As long as
you can be honest with me about what you want and don't want, we may
be able to manage it."

Marigold pulled herself into Thule's lap, kissing him on the mouth, "I
love you, Thule."

Thule smiled indulgently at her, "I love you, too, Marigold. Of
course, you realize I'm barely going to have time for one relationship
until this whole sordid mess is over and done with. Don't you?"

Marigold blinked at Thule in confusion, "But, I thought you were
expecting to sleep with somebody else as part of this whole sordid
mess. Isn't that what all the speeches about doing things that are
pleasurable, but you don't like and how I might hate you when this is
all over about?"

"Err," said Thule, "somewhat. Although, the last bit includes any
number of dirty tricks I may have to pull, like kidnapping and
assault."

Marigold wriggled against Thule until he spread his legs and she could
kneel between them. She kissed his chest, just above the top button.
Then, she unbuttoned it, "I've come to terms with that. You're not
going to do those things unless they're absolutely necessary. Dawn was
right. You really are a knight in shining armor, but you're really
more like a samurai, and you'd sooner commit seppuku than violate your
own personal bushido. It's very sexy." Reaching the last button on his
shirt, she dipped her tongue in Thule's navel. He shuddered a little
in pleasure.

"This discussion is not over, Marigold," said Thule.

"So, said Marigold, unbuckling his belt, "Keep talking."

Thule roared, sitting up, catching Marigold around the waist, and
throwing her over his shoulder as he rose. Holding onto the backs of
her thighs, he carried her into the bedroom that way as Marigold
instinctively pounded on his back with her fists, giggling so hard
that she couldn't put much strength behind the blows. Once he got her
into the room, he flopped her down on the bed. Marigold looked up,
expectantly, her breath coming shallowly, her legs akimbo, as much as
the calf-length stretchy red skirt would allow. Thule caught the skirt
by the hem and pulled it up until it was gathered around her lap.
Grinning wickedly, he climbed into the spot now vacated by the skirt.

"If you expect to be with someone more than once," said Thule, "I want
to know them." He slid his hands under her marigold-colored top.
Marigold shivered at the touch.

Marigold nodded. Thule lowered his head to her belly and placed a kiss
there, "Nobody as skeevy as Adam, not even once," he said, "If you
have any doubt as to the skeeve factor, check with me."

Marigold writhed beneath Thule's kisses. Thule said, "If it starts to
feel wrong for either of us, we can come to the other and say, 'I want
to change the agreement.'" Remembering that her top had buttons, Thule
began to unbutton them, "You don't let something bothering you fester.
You promise to communicate what you're feeling."

"You, too," said Marigold.

Thule laughed, sliding an arm under Marigold so that he could lift her
and pull the top away, "I never have a problem expressing what I need
to express."

Marigold laughed too, purring at the same time as Thule's hands
caressed her belly and ribs. Her hips started to rise and fall of
their own accord, "No," she said, "you don't. Do you?"

Thule reached around with both hands and unhooked Marigold's bra. As
he pulled his hands back around her again, he ran the backs of them
over her breasts. his rough knuckles rubbing her nipples as they went.
Marigold sat up, part to let him pull the bra free, but part to kiss
him lustily on the mouth, licking his lips, wrestling with his tongue.
She moaned wordlessly.

"God, Thule," she said, "you really have turned me into some kind of
demented sex kitten, haven't you?"

"I prefer to think," said Thule, one arm holding her to him so that
her breasts pressed into his coarse chest hair, "that I just put you
in touch with your inner kitten."

Marigold licked Thule on the neck, at the same time undoing the top
button on his jeans.

"Wait," said Thule, "slow down. You've still got to tell me your
terms."

"Love me," said Marigold, "Always keep me first in your heart. Don't
be stupid about who you sleep with." She unzipped his fly, "Don't
change who you are." She reached into his boxers and wrapped her hand
around Thule's engorged manhood.

"Those aren't really rules," said Thule, his hand pushing
ineffectively at the waistband of her skirt, which would ride back
three quarters of the way up whenever he pushed a quarter down, "This
is never going to be fair and equitable if you don't tell me what you
want."

"I am telling you," said Marigold, pushing Thule back so that he lay
on the bed, "That's what I want. And, it's not supposed to be
equitable. Our relationship never has been. It's been about me
trusting you to be you and loving you for it." She shucked off Thule's
pants and boxers in one efficient motion, "I know you would never
intentionally hurt me." She kissed his inner thigh, "So, follow your
sense of honor. Act honorably." She kissed his other thigh.

"Don't you want..." gasped Thule, "...anything...specific?"

Marigold was already taking Thule into her mouth when he asked.
Instead, she licked it from the top of the balls to the tip of the
glans and placed a kiss on its tip, "Don't sleep with Brianne," she
said finally, "and don't fuck Maya again. Is that good?"

"Fine," said Thule, pushing her head down onto his cock. Marigold
nearly choked before she could position herself properly. Then, she
turned and adjusted her head and Thule's cock until she could take the
glans all the way into her throat. Thule gasped in surprise.

"What else," he gasped, "have you been studying on the Internet?"

Marigold extracted Thule from her mouth, licking as she went, "I don't
know how people ever got an education without it," she said, laughing
wickedly. She moved to bring her head down again, but Thule caught her
by the back of her hair and pushed her face down on the bed. Then, he
stood and, with both hands grasping the waistband, pulled off the
stretchy skirt. After that, he quickly peeled off the panties, using
only a single finger to do it.

Thule looked down at Marigold's naked body, "Mine," he grunted.

"Yours," Marigold said, smiling and spreading her legs for him, "Come
and take it."

Instead of coming down to her, Thule reached down with both hands,
wrapped them around Marigold's waist and lifted her into the air
before pulling her against him. Marigold wrapped her legs around
Thule, trying to maintain balance. He entered her then, without
preamble. Then, with her legs locked on the small of his back and his
hands clenching her buttocks tightly, he began to drive into her.
Holding her in midair, he savaged her with his cock. Then, he moved
one hand to the center of her bottom and the other to the small of her
back and began driving in harder.

"Oh, God, Thule," Marigold cried out, her fingernails leaving shallow
furrows in his back as she scrambled for purchase.  She came hard,
again and again. It seemed like a very long time before Thule finally
had to lay her body on the bed, both of them now being too slick with
sweat to maintain traction.

As Thule lay over her, driving away, Marigold managed to gasp out,
"Brute."

Thule laughed, "Flatterer."

"Neanderthal," Marigold growled.

"Yeah," said Thule, "keep talking."

"Un-PC," said Marigold defiantly.

Thule laughed triumphantly and, seemingly impossibly, redoubled his
efforts. It was a long time before Marigold could say anything at all
after that. It wasn't until Thule slid a single index finger, coated
with warm, thick massage oil into her ass that she said, "Oh, God,
Thule," again, then added, "Break me."

Thule laughed, "With pleasure." Sliding out of her, he sat up.

"Yes," said Marigold, "with pleasure. That's how I want you to do it."

Thule gathered Marigold up in his arms. Realizing what he was about to
do, Marigold tried to scramble away at the last second. But, it was
too late. Crushing her body to his, her legs folded up between them,
he took her anally, kissing her roughly on the mouth as he did.

Marigold tried to protest. She felt so obscene and exposed that her
face burned with embarrassment. But, as Thule's hands gripped her hips
and drove her down onto him again and again, she lost all awareness of
anything but her own pleasure. When Thule came inside of her, Marigold
cried out in joy and pleasure, wrapped her hands around the back of
Thule's head and kissed him hard on the mouth. Thule held her there,
quivering with pleasure, until he slid out, spent.

When he dropped Marigold off at home, Thule walked her to the door,
kissing her relatively chastely on the porch. Jonas waved to him from
the other end of the front hall, saying, "Hello, Thule." It was a
greeting, but not an invitation, which seemed about right, all things
considered.

                            -=-

Thule didn't get to see much of Marigold that week. Sure, he saw her
every day during classes and lunch and on the rides to and from
school. But, he was playing catch-up to get everything for school and
work done. Tuesday, he sat in the detention hall and caught up on
homework. Wednesday, he spent at Tarr going over IT staffing
requirements with Jonas and Mac. Jonas pretended not to notice Thule's
fading shiner. But, since he also pretended not to know that Thule had
deflowered his stepdaughter, Thule considered it a more than fair
trade. Thursday, he went up to the lab for a meeting and to bring home
more work. He'd brought Marigold home with him after some activity or
another that night, but she seemed drained by her own schedule and
fell asleep on his bed. So, he spent most of her visit coding.

By Friday, he was on a slow simmer. After he'd dropped Dawn off, he
turned to Marigold, "I need you."

"Sure," she answered, not looking up from the physics textbook she was
reviewing, "What for?"

Thule reached up under her skirt. Today, it was a black denim one that
only came an inch below the knee. Aggressively pushing aside her
panties, he ran his fingertip over Marigold's clitoris. Marigold
promptly dropped her nine hundred page textbook on his wrist. Thule
yowled in pain and protest, pulling the injured hand away.

"Oh, Thule," said Marigold, taking his hand and pulling it back
towards her, "I'm so sorry." She kissed the wrist. Thule stroked her
cheek with his fingertips, "but, you've got to be more careful. You
startled me."

Thule grunted, "I can't be careful. That's the problem. I need you
now."

"What?" asked Marigold, "here in the car, in front of Dawn's house?"

"I suppose it could wait until we got to my place," Thule said
reluctantly.

"We would never have time," said Marigold, "I promised I'd be home by
quarter after four. My mother is having some of the lady's auxiliary
over for tea and they want to see me. What about tomorrow?"

"Can't do it," said Thule, "Randy's party is tomorrow. And, I don't
want to be too mellow when I get there. I want you now, Marigold." He
grinned toothily, "And, now that you've wounded my only other source
of relief, it's much more urgent."

"Drive towards my house," said Marigold.

"Aren't your parents home?" asked Thule.

"I said towards," answered Marigold, "not to."

Thule drove until they were about five minutes from Marigold's house,
where they came upon a wide, dirt trail, "Pull over here," Marigold
said. Thule did as he was told. Marigold got into the car, drawing him
deeper into the woods and away from the wide trail. Soon, they were in
a secluded grove, a small stream running through it and a thick carpet
of moss covering a large part of the ground.

"I used to come here for solitude," said Marigold, "I thought it was
another world."

"Take off your panties," ordered Thule, his voice a harsh rasp.

Marigold looked like she wanted to protest. So, Thule pushed her back
against a wide beech tree. His eyes were a little wild. And, when
Marigold looked like she still might protest, he covered her mouth
with one hand, his other hand reaching up under her skirt, pushing it
up, dragging away her underwear.

Then, he was inside of her. Marigold braced herself for some
discomfort, but was surprised to discover that he entered her fairly
easily. She was already soaking wet from anticipation of this. After a
few thrusts, he was too. He pounded into her like it was an assault.
Marigold held onto him for dear life. Now, his hand covering her mouth
muffled her cries of pleasure. Somewhere, some shred of Marigold told
her she shouldn't be enjoying this, but she firmly told that shred to
mind its own damned business.

Eventually, Thule had to shift both hands underneath her so as to
maintain momentum. If it hurt to put her weight on his injured wrist,
he gave no sign.

It didn't take long for Thule to come inside of her. Even so,
Marigold's body was vibrating with the pleasure it had been subjected
to and she felt like she could come again at the slightest
provocation.

Thule said shakily, "Come on. Let's get back to the car. Can't keep
the women's auxiliary waiting."

Marigold looked at him, stunned, "Wait a second. Help me get these
twigs and things out of my hair."

Thule smiled, picking at a few places, "That should do it."

As they walked back to the car, Marigold asked, "What was that all
about?"

Thule said, "It had been too damned long--and I wasn't going to get
another chance until at least Tuesday, unless I tried to steal you
away between Sunday church and Sunday dinner. And," he added, still
panting, "I'm going into the den of vipers tomorrow. I just...wanted
to remember what I'm doing all of this for."

"I thought," said Marigold, "you were doing it for Maya."

"No," said Thule, "that hasn't been true for a while." But, he didn't
elaborate.

                            -=-

As it turned out, Thule did get to see Marigold the very next day. He
wound up chauffeuring her and Dawn to the school in order to do
preparations for the junior formal. The junior formal was held on the
grounds in Avery Jefferson Hall, which had a big, modular space that
was normally subdivided into classrooms for the more artistic pursuits
and used for adult education at night, but could be made into a single
dance floor. Thule considered it one of many white elephants built by
a high school with too many donors and not enough buildings to put
names on.

Dawn was even bouncier than usual. The cause of her excitement was
clear, "June invited me to this dance. She promised to dance with me
and kiss me with everybody watching. I'm so excited. She's ready to
come out and I'm going to come out with her."

Thule said, "Congratulations. How are you going to get there?"

"June's picking me up," said Dawn, "She's got a car."

Thule made an unhappy face, but couldn't think of anything he could
say that would convince Dawn that a different course of action than
the one she'd chosen would be prudent. So, he said, "Well, be careful.
But, I hope it turns out for the best and you're just as happy when
you come home as you are now."

"Happier," said Dawn, "I think I'm in love. No more lost causes."

                            -=-

After that, Thule headed home. He'd bought a new outfit, khakis and a
pea-green button-down shirt, nearly identical to what Randy had worn
the first day of school this year. He'd already sewn a dozen small
pockets into the outfit. Now, he needed to load them. Pulling the
duffel bag out of the closet, he selected a dozen small items and laid
them out on a white cloth on the bed. The pills, he put in flat,
plastic baggies. Then, he examined the items. The Swiss Army Knife, he
wrapped in a thin chamois so it would be less likely to slip out.
Next, he placed one item in each pocket. None of the items were bigger
than Thule's ring finger and most of them considerably smaller. Once
he had sewn each shut pocket with a loose stitch meant to easily tear
free when he wanted them to, the items were completely invisible from
the outside.

Thule then took the khakis and shirt and shook them upside down. He
whipped them back and forth. When he was satisfied that the items
would not come loose, he laid the clothing back on the bed, pushed
each item down into the bottom of its respective pocket again, and
smoothed the clothes out.

Then, he got in the shower. Any lapses in personal hygiene, real or
imagined, would almost certainly lead to a loss of status. Toweling
off thoroughly, he dressed in his boxer-briefs and undershirt, then
put on and buttoned up the pea green shirt. After that, he threaded
the new leather belt he'd bought to go with the outfit into the khakis
before sliding them on. Tucking his shirt in all the way around, he
closed, zipped, and belted the pants.

Finally, he pulled on his dress socks and the crowning achievement of
the outfit. Opening the small, black shoebox, he pulled out a pair of
Italian loafers, identical to ones Randy had been bragging about
paying five hundred dollars for two weeks ago. Thule had managed to
get them off of the Internet for one fifty. It was still about five
times what he'd ever paid for a pair of shoes before, but it felt all
right because Randy had paid five hundred dollars for the same shoes.

Looking in the full-length mirror on his bedroom door, Thule knew that
he looked like he belonged at one of Randy Vandevoort's parties. The
outfit also signaled, loud and clear, that he chose to belong there.

Checking his clock, Thule saw that he had just under three hours
before he was supposed to head out to the party. So, he began
methodically unbuttoning the shirt as the first step to taking the
outfit off again so that it wouldn't be wrinkled when he left. But,
his home phone rang. Muttering at the interruption, he walked into the
kitchen. The Caller ID read, "RANDY V CELL" as if the Randy part were
more important than the Vandevoort part. Thule let it ring, standing
and listening.

"Hey, Postal," said Randy, using the sobriquet he had bequeathed on
Thule, "Remember that fun I said I was going to have set up for today
before the party? Well, it's a go. Get your butt down to the high
school gym in the next twenty minutes or you're only going to get
sloppy seconds, at best. Oh, yeah. Come in the door at the top."

Thule muttered to himself. He wondered which girl had been dumb enough
to let herself be talked into one of the football team's ritual
gangbangs. He knew from studying the team that they had one every
year. Freshman year, it had been Colleen Shea. Sophomore year, it had
been Posie Weingarten. Junior year, it had been Clara Grayhill. This
year, it had been the Greek exchange student, Atalanta something or
other. Colleen had committed suicide less than a week later. Posie and
Clara had turned into sluts and basket cases, probably as bad as Maya.
Atalanta, to date, hadn't shown any ill effects that Thule could see.

Suddenly, Thule's superior mathematical skill caught up with him.
Randy talked one girl a year into being the guest of honor at one of
these events. If there were more than one a year, he didn't talk, he
just took.

And Thule had just realized who Randy's planned victim was.

Rushing into his bedroom, he jammed the zipper on the duffel bag when
it was three-quarters shut. Cursing, he picked it up and bolted out to
the car, throwing it on the back seat. Gravel sprayed all over the
front yard as he peeled out of the driveway, leaving a long path of
burnt rubber behind.

                           -=-

If there were any cops out today, Thule didn't see them. It was a good
thing, too. Even Vladi might have had a hard time turning his back on
Thule's car, traveling so fast it was starting to rock on its
suspension system, the needle buried at eighty five. All the while, he
drove with one hand and kept trying to get Marigold on her cell phone
with the other.

He got to the school in record time. Pulling into the senior parking
lot, he ran to the gym's downstairs door. He knew why Randy had said
the upstairs door. There was a staircase from the coach's office down
to the locker rooms where you could get all the way down to the locker
rooms without being seen by anyone in the gym or on the ordinary
stairs.

He fumbled around in the duffel bag, looking for his gun, praying he
wouldn't need it. Everything in the bag was in a jumble from being
thrown into the back seat so roughly. Thule thought he'd looked down
for just a second, but when he looked up, Dawn was already standing at
the bottom door, opening it, and entering the lobby that separated the
two locker rooms.

Thule wanted to shout, but he didn't think she would hear him.
Instead, he grabbed the whole duffel bag and bolted for the gym.

As he reached the clear glass door to the lobby, he saw Dawn standing
in front of the closed door to the women's locker room, apparently
debating whether or not to go in. Slowing his pace so as not to make
so much noise, he pushed the door open, then sprinted at Dawn.

Dawn looked up, so surprised at this apparition in khaki and pea green
bearing down on her that she had only just opened her mouth to scream
when Thule clamped his hand down, cutting it off. Lifting her off of
her feet like a rag doll, he turned and let his momentum carry them
into the boys' locker room. Dawn squirmed, but Thule held her tight,
carrying her through the empty locker room, into the bathroom outside
of the shower area. Before releasing his hold on her mouth, he held up
a finger from his free and held it perpendicular to his lips in the
universal signal for quiet. Dawn looked at him like he was completely
insane, but stayed silent when Thule cautiously removed his hand.

Taking a pad and pencil from his duffel bag, Thule wrote, "It's a
trap." When Dawn raised an eyebrow quizzically, he wrote, "Football
team inside girl's locker room. June K setting you up."

Dawn shook her head emphatically, indicating disbelief. Thule crab
walked over to the showers and indicated Dawn should follow him. She
did, still looking skeptical. Then, Thule cupped his hand around his
ear to indicate she should listen.

For the next ten minutes or so, they crouched there, ears pressed
against the wall, complete silence broken only by the steady
drip-drip-drip of the shower heads. Then, through the wall, they
heard.

"Where is this bitch? We've got a party to get ready for." The query
was immediately followed by loud, concentrated shushing from many
lips. Dawn paled and almost fell over. Thule steadied her.

Another five minutes passed before someone said, "June, where is she?
She was supposed to be here like twenty minutes ago."

Thule rummaged in his bag for an audio recorder, found it and started
recording.

"I'm sure she's on her way," said the unmistakable voice of June Kane,
"You should have seen her drooling all over me this week. She's
probably just powdering her nose. Now, keep it down."

Another ten minutes passed, during which time the grumbling started
again. Eventually, Thule heard footsteps crossing the floor of the
locker room on the other side.

"Screw this," said Randy Vandevoort's voice, "We might as well head
over to my place and start the party. I'll be sure to tell Brianne to
send someone hot enough to lure a lesbian in here next time, June."
Even through the wall, the mockery was plain.

"I did not screw up," said June Kane, stamping her foot sharply, "She
must have just chickened out."

"Whatever," said Randy, "Guys, let's go."

"Wait," said another voice Thule didn't recognize through the wall,
"Miss Bitch here said she'd provide a piece of tail here today. I say
we hold her to it."

There was a general murmur of agreement. But, Randy's voice said, "No
way, guys. Brianne would come down on us all like a ton of bricks.

Thule allowed himself a heavy sigh of relief, but realized it had been
too soon when he heard Ian say, "I doubt it. Just yesterday, she
called June here an ungrateful cunt."

Thule closed his eyes and braced himself. This could only go one
direction now. It took him a few precious seconds to find enough calm
in himself to start methodically searching through his bag for his
gun.

Dawn picked up the pad and wrote, "What are you doing?"

Thule crooked a finger, leading her back into the locker room proper.
When they were there, he said, "I'm going to go in there and stop
them, as soon as I find my gun."

"Stop them?" asked Dawn, "Why? It sounds like she's getting what she
deserves. She just tried to set me up to be gang raped."

"I know," said Thule. His smile was pained and apologetic, "But, she's
still a damsel in distress. I can't not help her. Come on." He picked
up the bag and started walking towards the normal exit from the locker
room. Dawn followed.

Thule handed Dawn his car keys. Displaying them one at a time, he
said, "Door. Ignition. Run to my car. Get in and start it up. If
anybody but me comes out, get out of here. Call Marigold's house.
Jonas will help."

Thule crouched in the doorway of the men's locker room. As Dawn made a
run for it, he gripped his survival knife, ready to jump if anybody
came at her. But, she made it to the car unmolested.

Picking up his bag, Thule ran across to the girls' locker room. He
hadn't bothered to share with Dawn the sickening realization that he
had never moved his gun back into his duffel bag after securing it in
the dresser the night Maya had her meltdown. It would only worry her
necessarily.

But, as he pushed open the locker room door, he realized that it would
have worried her correctly. June Kane had apparently invited the
entire football team. As a result, there were now twelve guys gathered
loosely around her. She lay on one of the long, narrow changing
benches, her clothes torn away, her elbows bound together under the
bench with a strip of her skirt.

Already, Randy Vandevoort was on top of her, between her legs,
pounding away at her. If she was trying to scream, Thule couldn't hear
it. Ian was mounting her face, pumping away just as furiously as Randy
was. On top of that, the rest of their teammates were cheering them
on.

Thule knew he would never be able to stop them with a knife. He
probably couldn't have stopped them with a gun. But, with a gun, at
least he could have tried. He was just about to crawl backwards out of
the room when he spied a collection of old pens wedged in between the
wall and the wire to the emergency exit sign. Rummaging through his
bag, he came out with the pen camera he'd swiped from Adam.

Thule turned the camera on, turned it as much towards the action as he
could, then backed quietly out of the room. Once clear, he loped for
the car as fast as he could. Dawn drove towards him, leaning over to
open the door when they met.

"Where to?" she asked.

"Avery Jeff," said Thule, "We've got to collect Marigold. Then, to a
pay phone."

Marigold was standing outside Avery Jefferson Hall when they got
there, looking vexed.

"Brianne was supposed to come back," said Marigold, "and help me close
up. And you," she said, poking an accusing finger at Dawn, "were
supposed to be buddy. I've been alone here for like a half hour."

"Oh, Marigold," said Dawn, wrapping the shorter girl in a powerful
hug, tears rolling down her cheeks, "I'm so sorry. I was really
stupid."

Marigold looked like she was about to reassure Dawn, but Thule broke
in, "There's trouble," he said, "bad trouble. Get in the car."

Marigold did, climbing in the back seat. As they pulled away, she
asked, "Why is Dawn driving? What's going on?"

"June Kane," said Thule grimly, "set up a rendezvous with Dawn in the
girls' locker room. But, it was actually a setup to turn her over to
Randy and the football team. When Dawn didn't show up, they turned on
June. We have to get to a pay phone, but not the one at the IHOP. It's
the first one the cops will think to ask about. Go to the one outside
the old Esso station that's not open anymore. The phone still works
and it's out of the way."

"Wait," said Marigold, "What are you doing here, Thule? How did you
get word of this?"

"Randy called me," said Thule, "to invite me to join the fun. I
figured out they were going after Dawn and got here as soon as I
could."

"And why are you calling the cops?" asked Marigold, "It sounds like
she's getting exactly what she deserves."

Thule shouted in exasperation, "Didn't anybody ever tell you that you
never blame the victim for being raped? What the hell is wrong with
you two?"

They drove in uncomfortable silence for about a half minute. Then,
Dawn spoke up and said, "I think in this case, an exception must be
made."

When they got to the old Esso station, Thule jumped out of the car,
ran over to the pay phone and, relieved to find it working, called the
police.

"Mannsborough 911," said the operator.

"Oh my God," shouted Thule, "There some dreg at the school with a
gun."

"Sir," said the operator, "please calm down. Is this the high school?"

"Yes," shouted Thule, more hysterical, "Don't tell me to calm down.
The fucker shot Randy. He shot Randy Vandevoort." Then, he hung up.

He walked back to the car. In his normal, calm voice, he said to Dawn,
"Slide over." Then, he got in the car, turned around and drove away.

As he got back to the turnoff that would lead him home, Thule saw the
first three squad cars fly past, flashers and sirens going. But, since
he was driving towards the school, none of them paid him any notice.


Marigold, Part 13
by Vulgar Argot
TAGS: MF, rom, MFF-nosex, F/ice-cream, anal, oral, rape, M+/F
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"Vulgarity begins when imagination succumbs to the explicit."
  --Doris Day

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