Marigold, Part 13

by Vulgar Argot

(MF, rom, MFF-nosex, F/ice-cream, anal, oral, rape, M+/F)

Thule met Marigold on the side steps as she came out of the school after their last class. She snuggled into his arms by way of greeting. He kissed the top of her head, then tilted her chin up and kissed her on the mouth.

"Mmmm," Marigold said, "any chance I can entice you to stay and help me with the newspaper today? I've been neglected all of my after-school activities but one and I can't very well put that on my transcript now, can I?"

Thule laughed, "No, but you have already gotten into Harvard, you know. You don't have to keep working so hard. Besides, I wanted to take you out and get you a present today."

"Thule, don't tempt me," said Marigold, kissing him again and pulling away, "Every year, the seniors abandon the newspaper as soon as they get their college acceptance letters. That means that every year, the new group comes in and has to figure everything out all over again. I want to at least guarantee a smooth handoff before I give up the reins."

Thule let his hand run up and down Marigold's back as he held her close, "That's very conscientious of you."

"What sort of present?" Marigold asked, pouting.

"I wanted to get you a cell phone," said Thule, grinning evilly, "Now that you're getting all frisky, you need a leash."

"I have a cell phone," said Marigold.

"Really?" asked Thule, "What's the number?"

"I don't know," admitted Marigold, "I never carry it."

"Start," said Thule. His face got serious. Making sure there was no one in earshot, he said, "Once things start going down, it may be extremely important for me to be able to get a hold of you on short notice...or vice versa."

Marigold nodded, "Yes, Thule. I will be at your beck and call."

"Good," said Thule, releasing his grip around her. Marigold had started to walk away towards the newspaper office when he added, "I told Dawn I'd take her to get one today. Give me a call when you're done and I'll pick you up."

"Okay," said Marigold, glancing back over her shoulder at Thule, "You two have fun."

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 as she approached. The companion she'd been walking with just kept going as if they hadn't been in the middle of a conversation.

Thule offered her the pack, "You smoke?"

"Almost never," said Dawn, drawing one out, "just when I want to look cool."

Thule lit it for her, then started walking, "Very cost-effective. Marigold will not be joining our little phone-buying expedition. She's got work to do at the newspaper and already has a phone she doesn't carry."

Dawn, who was hurrying to catch up, bounced past Thule so that she could face him, walking backwards, "Great. Does that mean 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?"

"Do you just live to make my life difficult?" Thule asked.

"Too much?" asked Dawn.

"A little bit," said Thule, sighing.

"Sorry," said Dawn, "but it gets to the point I was making. It's like when you see those guards outside the Tower of London 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 incorruptible. Like the FBI or Batman."

Thule laughed, "I wish that were true."

"Well," admitted Dawn, "maybe not completely. But, you're an honorable guy. I'm always falling for 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, worry spreading on her face.

"Hey," said Dawn, her voice comforting, "it's okay. Really. I'll get over it. It's just a schoolgirl crush."

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 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. Serious science types, all of em. Practically every conversation I heard growing up involved 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, suddenly looking trapped.

"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 see you two walking together, talking. But, when you slow up to talk to me, she keeps on walking, pretending as if you weren't even talking to each other. So, she's your girlfriend, right?"

Dawn's face paled, but she tried to deflect the question by asking, "Let me get this straight. You were running at full speed, preparing to punch Ian 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 you might have 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."

"So," said Thule, "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?"

"I don't know," admitted Thule, "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.

-=-

After Thule had gotten a phone for Dawn and narrowly avoided getting talked into buying a new high-tech one with lots of bells and whistles for himself, he said to Dawn, "We've probably got an hour before I have to go pick Marigold up. You want me to drive you home or would you rather hang out?"

"We can hang out," said Dawn. Then, indicating one of the other shops in the strip mall, she said, "I'll buy you ice cream. I can afford that at least."

"Thanks," said Thule, "but, I don't want to ruin my appetite."

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

"Suit yourself," 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," said Dawn, "I don't trust her either. She's not very nice to me and she doesn't ever want to be seen with me." She shrugged.

"That 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, sometimes, you just want to get laid. And, remember, I have to spend another year at this school after you and Marigold ride off into the sunset. Brianne is grooming her 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 rang. Glancing at the screen, it was an internal line from the high school.

"Thule here," he said.

"Heya, Thule," said Marigold.

"Heya," said Thule, "are you ready to be picked up?"

"Not exactly," said Marigold, "I've still got another hour and a half or so to go. There are more people here than I expected. Most of them are leaving in a half hour. But, Brianne and Ian are going to stay and help until it's all done."

"Okay," said Thule, glancing at the time on his phone, "so, I should pick you up around five thirty, then?"

"Sure," said Marigold, "By that point, Ian, Brianne, and I should have finished up and I'll be ready to go."

"Wait a second," said Thule, "since when is Ian on the paper?"

"Oh," said Marigold, "he's done some sports reporting in the past, but he's been unusually helpful today."

"Marigold," said Thule, "are you trying to say something that you can't say out loud because of who's there?"

"Yes," said Marigold, "That would be fine."

"Okay," said Thule, "are you saying that you don't want to be alone with Brianne and Ian because you think they're up to something?"

"Probably," said Marigold, "but, I don't know."

"Okay," said Thule, "we can be there in a half hour." He was already moving towards his car, Dawn in tow.

"Oh, that would be nice," said Marigold, "Do you think we could eat outside?"

Thule was puzzled by the last one, but said, "If you're asking if you should go outside to get away from them, I wouldn't. As long as there are people there, you should be fine. If they leave as a group, find some excuse to go with them. If Ian and Brianne try to tag along, suddenly remember why you have to stay. We'll be there soon."

"Okay," said Marigold, "I'll see you then. Love you."

"I love you, too," said Thule, "We'll be there soon."

-=-

"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 pulling off her shirt, revealing a white 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."

The officer walked up to Thule's open window, "Thule," he said, "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." 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. Thule pulled away, his whole body trembling.

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

"That," said Thule, "was a friend of Randy Vandevoort. I didn't meet him until yesterday."

"Damn, Thule," said Dawn, "what have you got on Randy Vandevoort?"

"Quite a lot, actually," said Thule, "but mostly, he wants to be friends with me because he assumes I'm playing Marigold for a sap so I can get to Jonas's money."

"Really?" asked Dawn, "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 and parked there.

Going at a fast trot, Dawn catching up as she could, Thule headed up to the newspaper office. As he came in the door, he saw Brianne and Ian crowded in around Marigold's desk, which she was sitting at.

"I hope it's okay that I came early," Thule said, "we got finished early in Vonsburgh. So, I thought we would help you get done faster."

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, trying not to pant. Marigold said, "Well, I'm glad you two are here. I don't want this to take all night. Thule, if you could copyedit the galleys that are done. 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."

So, for the next twenty minutes, they worked side by side in more or less complete silence. Finally, Brianne broke the silence by saying, "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 stared at Ian's package for a long second. 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 and, with a quick glance at Ian's now-excited groin, 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'll see you in math tomorrow--or sooner."

Brianne didn't harrumph as she turned to leave, but she clearly wanted to. Ian gave Thule an inquisitive look at he left, but Thule's features were curiously 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."

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 all 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 four 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 just come on to Brianne and Ian?"

"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 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, "this 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 Oxana 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?" said Marigold incredulously, "Thule, it can't be. She's one of the biggest homophobes I know. She won't change or shower with other girls in the locker room. She flinches every time she's touched. It can't be her."

"Her body language is a little bit weird," said Thule, "but Dawn confirmed it for me herself. Sometimes, that's how it manifests itself. People get homophobic because they can't come to terms with their own latent homosexuality."

"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 a damned-near Thulian solution."

-=-

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 missing a golden marketing opportunity by not going after our demographic."

"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, but...I think I talked about marriage too early."

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

"But, I do want to marry you," said Marigold.

"I want to marry you, too," said Thule, "Or, at least, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and marriage seems like the best way to accomplish that. I love you, Marigold."

"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, "Last night, I finally got around to looking Jonas up on the Internet, just to see what everybody knew about him, but I didn't and I came across this link to a site about polyamory."

"In relation to Jonas?" Thule asked.

"No," said Marigold, "actually, Miss Simone, the art teacher, used the word one day and it kind of stuck in my head. Once I figured out how to use the search engine and finished reading about Jonas, I was thinking about some other terms I could search on. This was one of them."

"The first one?" asked Thule.

"Well, yes," said Marigold, "but, I was wondering if you could ever see us being like that."

"I don't know," said Thule, "I'm still trying to get my head around the fact that there's a 'we' at all half the time. Could 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 sex with anyone. Elliot was so anti-sex and down on my body that I was seriously thinking of sex as my 'wifely duty.'" 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 Paul, 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. Agressively 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 Paul, the one the older man had thought he was so clever using to get a second copy of his romp with Marigold, but been dumb enough to glance at when Thule asked for the tape.

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 rendez vous 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.