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Princes of Mannsborough, Part 20 by Vulgar Argot (tags moved to bottom for
spoilerage)

Thule lay on his back with Dawn curled against his side. Her breathing
was even and untroubled. He kept his eyes closed for a long time, but
sleep would not come. He wasn't really surprised. It was much too early,
the light was still on, and a million thoughts raced through his head.

As pleasant as it was to just lie there in a post-coital drowse, Thule
was somewhat relieved when the indicator on his PC cam software emitted a
soft beep and started to flash. Thule slid out of bed, retrieved his
pants, adjusted camera and chair so that they faced towards the door, and
made the connection.

Marigold smiled at him, waved and typed, "My car is so cool!!!"

Thule smiled to himself, "What kind did you get?"

Marigold, "Can I come over and show you?"

Thule sighed. So much for a relaxing idyll. He picked up his cell
phone, set it to vibrate, and typed, "Call me, please." Then, he waved the
phone at the camera. When he saw Marigold reach for her phone, he got up
and went in the living room, sitting on the couch.

"Where did you go?" asked Marigold as he answered the phone.

"Just in the living room," said Thule.

"Why?"

Thule sighed. He'd wanted to ease into it a little more than this,
"Dawn's in there. I didn't want to wake her."

"Very considerate," said Marigold. "Can I come show you my car?"

Thule chuckled, "Sure."

"Did everything go all right today?" asked Marigold.

"Yeah," said Thule. "I'll tell you about it when you get here."

"Thule," asked Marigold, "is everything all right. You sound kind
of...subdued."

"Yeah," said Thule, "I'd rather not say too much on a cell phone."

"Oh, right," said Marigold, "I'll see you in a few. Love you, Thule."

"I love you too, Marigold," said Thule. As he closed the phone, he was
already getting up, heading back to the bedroom to get dressed. As he sat
on the corner of the bed to change back into his dress pants, Dawn looked
up, eyes blurred with sleep.

"Hey," she said, smiling softly, "you can't run out on me in the middle
of the night. You live here...and this is your bed."

Thule stretched diagonally across the bed to kiss her on the forehead,
"Marigold is coming over. She wants me to see her new car."

Dawn looked momentarily panicked, reaching for her robe. Thule took her
wrist gently, shushing her, "It's all right. Go back to sleep."

Half-pinned beneath Thule, Dawn nuzzled up against his chest, "No,
Thule," she said, "We shouldn't rub her face in it."

Thule pulled on her wrist until she was lying flat on her back, then
leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, "I'm not going to sneak around,
Dawn. If she's going to have a problem with this, I want to know it now."

Dawn wrapped her other arm around his shoulders, "And, if she does?"

"We'll deal with it," said Thule, "Don't worry. Whatever happens, you
live here now. I talked to my father yesterday. If you want, you can stay
here next year. He needs somebody to take care of the house while he wraps
things up in Ghana. He's on an eighteen-month schedule there. That would
put you past graduation."

Dawn nodded against him, "Thank you, Thule. That's wonderful news...but
not really what I was asking."

Thule sat up, looking down at her, "About the rest, we'll have to see.
If I didn't think it could work out, we wouldn't be here now."

Dawn sat up, leaning against him, "Thule, I know that if it comes down
to Marigold or me...who you'll choose."

Thule put his arms around her, drawing her to his chest. He held her,
not saying anything. After a few minutes, she said, "You should finish
getting dressed. She'll be here soon," and climbed off his lap.

Thule did, still tucking in his t-shirt when the headlights scanned past
his window. Dawn had gotten up, retrieved her robe, and gone off to use
her own shower.

Thule went out to the driveway. He was immediately relieved to see that
Marigold had gotten herself a little white Saturn, neither sporty nor
frumpy. Marigold jumped out of the driver's seat and caught Thule in a
running hug, wrapping her legs around him.

"Check it out," she said. "Isn't it cool?"

Thule walked over to it, holding Marigold on one hip like she was a
large child. He said, "It's very pretty."

"Look under the hood," said Marigold. She jumped down to pull the hood
release.

Thule opened the hood, looking inside, "Ah," he said when Marigold came
trotting back, "An engine. That will come in handy."

Marigold wrinkled her nose at him in amusement. She seemed to have
picked the mannerism up from Dawn, "You don't know much about cars, do
you?"

Thule chuckled, "Just enough to change my oil filter."

Marigold laughed, "I don't even know that, but Dawn was amazing. We
went to a couple of dealerships and Jonas was trying to talk to the
salesguys, but he doesn't know a lot either. Then, Dawn started asking
questions and like blowing them away. Did you know she was a total
greasemonkey?"

"I didn't know she'd ever had a car," said Thule.

Marigold rolled her eyes, "Don't get her started on that. When she was
like fifteen, she bought this junker with her own money, spent like a year
making it work, had it running for like two weeks, then her parents took it
away to punish her for something stupid and her Dad wrapped it around a
tree."

Thule gasped a little through his teeth, "Little Flower, I didn't even
have a hint that her home life was so bad. Why didn't you tell me?"

Marigold shook her head, "I didn't know much about it until we talked on
Saturday. How is she settling in?"

"Uh..." said Thule.

Marigold giggled, "Oh, right. Is she inside? I want to say hi."

"She's in the shower," said Thule.

"Even better," said Marigold. Her eyes were pure mischief as she
skipped away.

Thule grimaced and rubbed his temples. He gently lowered the hood and
went inside. He was still standing in the living room trying to decide
what to do next when he heard Dawn shriek. Marigold came running back into
the living room, laughing.

"She threw a loofa at me," said Marigold indignantly.

"Maybe she doesn't like being disturbed in the shower," said Thule,
shrugging.

"This means war," said Marigold.

"Marigold," said Thule sternly, "sit down and behave."

Marigold flopped down on the couch, pouting, "Spoilsport."

Thule sat down next to her. Marigold's face got serious, "Thule, can I
ask you something?"

Thule felt his shoulders tense, "Yes?"

"Would it be okay if I drove us to school tomorrow?"

Thule laughed, "Sure. You can drive us to school from now on if you
like."

"You don't mind?" asked Marigold, "It wouldn't be a blow against your
manhood?"

Thule laughed again, "No. Thank you for protecting my fragile, little
male ego, but it will be fine. I'm always afraid my car is going to break
down and strand us somewhere. It'll give me a chance to have it tuned up
or something."

Marigold sat up, one hand on his chest, "You should let Dawn take a look
at it." She sounded excited at the prospect.

"I, uh..." Thule said uneasily, "Sure. Why not?"

Dawn emerged from her bedroom, black robe on, towel on her head, "Mari,"
she said, "I'm so sorry. You just startled me. I don't like to be
disturbed in the shower."

Marigold held out her arms, pulling Dawn into her lap, hugging her, "No,
Dawn. I'm sorry. I was just playing. I didn't think about it. If I
lived with your parents, I'd be very protective of any place where I could
be alone with my thoughts."

Dawn lay her head on Marigold's shoulder, her feet on Thule's leg, "I
never thought about it that way, but you're right. But, it's okay. I
liked sharing a shower with you before. You just shouldn't sneak up on
me." She leaned down and kissed Marigold on the mouth.

Thule smiled to himself. Dawn had apparently decided to find out
tonight if he had a problem with this. She was a fast learner. He reached
down and pet her leg, which she stretched out until she was laid across
both their laps, her head on Marigold's shoulder. Marigold brought her
hand up, holding the back of Dawn's head, elongating the kiss.

When Marigold's hand slid inside her robe, Dawn broke the kiss, "Eek!
You two are trying to kill me. Let me up."

Looking surprised, Marigold released her, "Don't you want to..."

"Yes," said Dawn, fairly emphatically, "but not tonight." She stood up,
"You two should go out, take a spin in the new car." Straightening her robe
to be more decent, she said, "I'm going to enjoy some of the blessed
solitude I checked into this hotel for."

Looking to alleviate some of the tension, Thule said, "Marigold's going
to be driving to school tomorrow. I thought I would use the opportunity to
get my car a tune up. Would you know anyone who could do a good one?"

Dawn rattled off the names of a half-dozen mechanics, listing their
advantages and disadvantages. Thule started laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Dawn.

Still smiling, Thule said, "I thought maybe you could take a look at
it."

"Well, I could," said Dawn, looking skeptical, "but, I don't work very
fast. It could be out of commission for a couple of weeks."

"That's all right," said Thule, "That thing can't go to Boston in the
condition it's in. I've come by some extra cash, even after I pay my
tuition. I think it may be time for me to get a new one...well, a newer
one anyway."

"Really?" asked Dawn, her eyes widening, "Then, what would you need with
this one?"

"Well," said Thule, "there are two of us living here. I figured we
could use two cars."

Dawn squealed and jumped on Thule's lap, hugging and kissing his
excitedly. Thule glanced over at Marigold, who looked wryly amused.

"Thule, thank you so much," said Dawn breathlessly.

"Don't thank me until you look under the hood," said Thule, "It was
doing some weird knocking thing today."

"That's probably the fuel line," said Dawn.

"And I want you to help me pick out the next one," said Thule.

"Done," said Dawn, wrapping and arm around Thule's neck and one around
Marigold's, "You two are the best, you know that?"

A second later, Dawn reached down somewhere and slapped something Thule
couldn't see. Marigold withdrew her hand. She was smiling, "You can't
blame a girl for trying."

Dawn laughed, "Mari, I don't know what Miss Manners has to say on the
matter, but I don't think it's appropriate for a young lady to lose her
virginity and have her first threesome on the same night."

"You're right," said Marigold, "I waited a good twenty-four hours."

"So," said Thule, jumping up, "How about that ride?"

Marigold laughed, "You sure you don't want to come?"

"Nah," said Dawn, "you two go ahead. I'm tired. I'll probably be sound
asleep by the time you two get back." She kissed Marigold good night,
walked over to Thule, kissed him goodnight, then padded back into her room.

"Come on," said Marigold, grabbing Thule by the hand, "Let's go."

As it turned out, Marigold was a remarkably capable driver, even a tad
bit overly cautious. They drove for the joy of driving. Eventually, she
took them to a picnic area, overlooking the lake. They had passed a number
of other parked cars and silhouettes of couples in various stages of
canoodling.

They walked uphill a little ways from the car, sitting on one of the
picnic tables. The air was warm and the moon full. Thule sat on a picnic
table, his arms wrapped around Marigold, who sat between his legs.

"I had no idea you knew about this place," said Thule.

"I...um," said Marigold, "Wait. How do you know about this place?"

Thule pointed down the steep slope that led to the lake, "About two
hundred feet that way, there's a little bluff, covered in vegetation, that
has a clear view onto the back of the Vandevoort estate. They don't do
much on that side, but it took me a while to figure that out."

"How romantic," said Marigold, "Did you ever bring a girl up here?"

Thule shook his head, "Nope. I have this thing called a house. It's
warmer and there are less splinters involved."

Marigold didn't say anything as if she were lost deep in thought. Thule
asked, "So, how do you know about this place?"

"I used to come up here with a boy," said Marigold.

"By your tone," said Thule, "I'm guessing it wasn't Elliot?"

"You don't sound surprised," said Marigold.

"I'm definitely surprised," said Thule, "but more curious. When did
this happen?"

"When I was fifteen," said Marigold, "Elliot and I had been friends
since like kindergarten and decided at like twelve that we were boyfriend
and girlfriend. That's when we decided we were going to get married."

"At twelve?" asked Thule.

"Yeah," said Marigold, laughing, "I know now how stupid and naive that
sounds. But, at the time, we believed it. Well, he believed it. I
thought if I told him I would marry him, he would have sex with me."

"At twelve?" asked Thule.

"Well," said Marigold, "I didn't want to have sex at twelve, but I
figured it would be nice to have someone lined up for it when I was ready.
Actually, Maya came up with that idea, but I immediately saw the wisdom of
it."

"But, it wasn't Elliot you came up here with?" asked Thule.

"I would have," said Marigold, "I tried to fool around with him during
the ninth grade, but he wouldn't, not at all. He told me he wanted to wait
until we were married and that I was being disgusting. And, he didn't want
to get married until after college. That was like eight years away. Could
you imagine going eight years without sex? Until you were like twenty-six?
Even eight days feels like too much right now."

"It would be...difficult," said Thule.

"Well," said Marigold, "there was no way in hell I was going to stand
for it. That summer, I found this older boy. He had his own car and
didn't live in Mannsborough. He was staying with a cousin and leaving
after the summer. We didn't have sex. I was too afraid of getting
pregnant, like Maya did."

"Not even with a condom?" asked Thule.

Marigold shook her head, "Maya told me that, when she got pregnant, you
were wearing a condom, but it broke. Lars told me I could get on the pill
if I told my doctor I was having really painful menstruation. So, I tried
to do that, but my Mom was real dense, gave me hot water bottles and stuff.
By the time I got the pills, he'd gone back to Long Island. When he came
back for Christmas, I rushed up to...where he was staying, ready to go all
the way. But, he'd brought his girlfriend from home with him." She turned
in Thule's arms so that he could hold her tighter, "He told me she was
really wild and I could sleep with both of them if I wanted to."

"And?" asked Thule.

"I didn't," said Marigold, "I could have fooled around with him, even
slept with him and been okay with that. I spent a lot of time with girls
from church and knew they were doing all sorts of things with their
boyfriends and still seemed all right. But, I had just gone back to church
and I was really fixated on being a good Christian."

Thule hugged her, "Little Flower, I'm not going to leave you if we don't
have a threesome."

"No," said Marigold, "that's not it. I want to. I wanted to, then. It
was a scary idea, but also an incredibly arousing. The whole point of
being with Lars was to get things out of my system so I could focus on
school and wait with Elliot until we were married. But, I wouldn't do it
because I wanted to be good and didn't think I could if I started down that
road again. Up until then, that hadn't really meant much."

"So," asked Thule, "why did you ever go back to Elliot?"

"I lasted about three months single," said Marigold, "but Mannsborough
High is a dangerous place to be a single girl, even at fifteen. Lars's
cousin somehow found out the whole story, so he started sniffing around me.
That sent me scampering back to Elliot pretty damned fast."

Thule looked out across the lake, finding the green light on the end of
the pier that extended off of the Vandevoorts' back yard, "Lars is a fairly
unusual name."

Marigold nuzzled against him and nodded.

"Dutch, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Marigold, "it's Dutch."

"I met a Lars this weekend," said Thule, "Lars Vandevoort. He's a
cousin of Randy's."

Marigold gave a single, mirthless laugh, "If I'd known, I would have had
you say hi."

Thule hugged her fiercely and kissed the top of her head, "He seemed a
bit older than us."

Marigold put her head back to look up at him, "He would be about
twenty-five by now."

"He was twenty-two?" asked Thule.

Marigold laughed again, "I had a feeling you would be able to do the
math."

Thule started laughing. Marigold looked up, concerned, "You're not mad
at me, are you?"

"No," said Thule emphatically, "I'm probably a little pissed at Lars.
That strikes me as awfully old to be chasing after fifteen year-old girls."

"He didn't really chase me," said Marigold, "In fact, he made at least a
passable effort to get away from me. I was pretty determined."

Thule chuckled richly. Marigold looked up at him, "Do you hate me?"

"No," said Thule, more emphatically, "Why on Earth would you ask such a
thing?"

"I got the impression," said Marigold, "that you were quite enamored on
the idea of taking this innocent, sexually-repressed little girl and
turning her into a whore."

"I was at first," admitted Thule, "but that was when I was still
thinking in terms of punishing you. I was starting to get worried that I'd
broken you."

Marigold said shakily, "You said you didn't like me wild."

"I said I didn't like you trying to be wild for the sake of being wild,"
said Thule, "It was getting exhausting."

"That Christmas, I met Svetlana Vandevoort," said Marigold, "I don't
suppose she's settled down any since then?"

Thule laughed, "I can't imagine she has. If she were any wilder than
she is today, she wouldn't have survived this long."

"And you slept with her," said Marigold.

Thule shuddered, "Yeah, but under extreme circumstances. I certain
never would have sought her out." After a few awkward seconds of silence,
he added, "I know how lame that sounds, but it's true. I was uncomfortable
pretty much from the moment I met her and glad to have her off of my
hands."

"So," asked Marigold, "if you love me for me, what if I show you the
real me and I'm as wild as Mrs. Vandevoort?"

"Then, I'll do the same thing with you that I did with her," said Thule,
"Put you on the first bus out of town. Then, I'll burn off my fingerprints
and get on a tramp steamer to anywhere that Jonas can't find me."

Marigold looked alarmed, "I thought you loved me."

"I do love you, Little Flower, with all of my heart," said Thule, "and I
would miss you terribly. But, Sveta is so wild that she's eventually going
to burn up like the sun. I couldn't watch you do that."

"Well, then," said Marigold, "I guess you're going to have to keep me in
line."

Thule leaned down and kissed her, his hand laid flat on her belly.
Marigold winced and pulled away, "Fresh piercing. Be careful."

"Sorry," said Thule, "I forgot." Marigold took the hand she'd pulled
away from her and put it on her breast.

Thule looked at her, "Little Flower, do you have some particular desire
to do this here, maybe for old time's sake?"

"No," said Marigold, "actually, it's getting a little chilly and, as
you've said, splinters are not particularly romantic. I would like to sit
and watch the moon for a little while longer, though." She handed Thule her
keys, "I think I have a jacket in the trunk. Would you go get it?"

Thule trotted down the path. There was nothing in the trunk except a
spare. He looked into the body of the car. There was nothing at all
inside. He looked around, puzzled. As he was about to head back up,
Marigold came down the path.

"I don't see a jacket," said Thule.

"Really?" asked Marigold, taking her keys back, "my mistake. Let's go
back to your place."

Thule looked at the clock, then double-checked his cell phone, "Shoot. I
didn't realize how late it was. You're going to have to get home soon."

"I can stay," said Marigold.

"Great," said Thule, "How late?"

"As long as you'll have me," said Marigold.

Thule raised an eyebrow, "I don't want you getting in trouble."

"I just called Jonas," said Marigold, "He said I could stay."

Thule laughed.

"Thule," asked Marigold, "why did you laugh before, back up at the
table, when I was explaining about Lars?"

"I figured something out," said Thule, "I told Randy once or twice that
you were practically frigid. Now I know why he doesn't want to kill me for
sleeping with Sveta."

Marigold looked puzzled. Thule was laughing again. Wiping a tear from
the corner of his eye, "All this time, he knew this secret about you I had
no clue about. He must have been having a good laugh at my expense."

Marigold asked, "What does that have to do with Sveta?"

"He doesn't care that I slept with her," said Thule, still laughing,
"because he assumes I'm a lame fuck. After all, if I think you're frigid,
I can't be very good, can I?"

Marigold's cheeks reddened, "Thule, that's awful."

"Why?" asked Thule, "that Randy thinks I'm a lame fuck? What do I
care?"

"Don't you care what he thinks about me?" asked Marigold.

Thule stopped laughing, "Only as much as it effects your safety. And,
if it hurts your feelings, I care about those. But, I don't care what he
thinks about anybody. So, he thinks you're a whore. So what? Soon
enough, he'll be in prison for a long time. Then, he'll understand what it
means to be a whore."

"Oh, my God, Thule," said Marigold in a rush, "I still don't know how
things went with the FBI today."

Thule laughed and began to fill in the details. The story lasted until
they were in the driveway. Then, he told her about his meeting with Ivan,
leaving out only the most graphic bits of taunting about Svetlana.
Marigold was a very appreciative audience, laughing and clapping and
covering her mouth with her hand at all the appropriate places.

"Thule," she said, "you're like an action hero or something."

"Then, I'm telling it wrong," said Thule.

"No, no," said Marigold, "I mean it. Say, 'I'm just a mathematician.'"

"I am just a mathematician," said Thule.

"No, no," said Marigold, "Stay it like Steven Seagal in that movie where
he was a cook."

Thule blushed beet red. When he'd regained his composure, he said, "I'm
just a mathematician."

Marigold giggled, "Oh, God. I am so hot for you right now. Take me,
you math stud." Before Thule could answer, she was out of the car, running
for the house.

Thule caught up with her in the bedroom, grabbing her around the waist,
tackling her to the bed. Marigold twisted around until she was on her
back, looking up at him. He kissed her hard on the mouth. Marigold pulled
off his t-shirt and unzipped his fly. Thule unbuttoned her blouse and
stripped off her bra. In less than a minute, they were naked. Their hands
roamed all over each other, stroking and teasing. Marigold took Thule's
wrist in both hands and pushed it down between her legs. She was already
soaking wet and, as soon as he touched her, she began mewling and bucking.

Thule was just starting to get his rhythm inside of her when Marigold
growled in his ear, "Oh, Thule, please just fuck me. I want you so bad
right now." Thule complied, driving into her. Marigold's legs spread to
let him in, then locked behind his thighs. He drove fiercely into her.
Marigold cried out in pleasure. No matter how hard he pounded into her,
she drove against him, urging him to go even harder. As they got slick
with sweat, Thule found an angle that allowed him to enter Marigold even
more deeply. But, suddenly, she cried out in pain. Thule stopped and
looked down at her, his face a mask of concern.

"Piercing," gasped Marigold, "sorry."

Thule wrapped his arm around her, rolling on his back, pulling her on
top of him. Marigold caught on quickly enough, straddling Thule and riding
him up and down until he caught one ankle in either hand, pulling them
together on his chest. He used his grip on her ankles to move her body
while he thrust into her. Marigold squealed in protest before she resumed
her sounds of pleasure.

"Lean back," rasped Thule, "on your elbows." Marigold did, her bottom
sliding down onto the sheets. Thule released her ankles and sat up,
putting a hand in the small of her back. He thrust against her slowly,
then began to move his hand up her back, forcing her to sit up straighter a
little bit at a time, speeding up as she did. Eventually, he was sitting
up and she was sitting in his lap, pressed against him, riding him.
Thule's hands were on her bottom, helping her rise and fall with the
thrusts.

"Is this okay?" asked Thule, "with the piercing?"

Marigold laughed lustily, "Yes. I'm quite enjoying the piercing I'm
getting."

Thule drove up into her. Marigold closed her eyes and clung to him.
She had been coming for a while, but now her body began to quake in
earnest. Thule felt her grip him inside of her, hard. It took him by
surprise and drove him over the edge. He came deep inside of her, hugging
her to him, and cried out.

Marigold kept her head on his shoulder, her damp hair sticking to him
all the way down his back. She panted in his ear, one arm over his
shoulder, one around his ribs.

That," she panted, "was intense. I don't know what you did differently,
but you should do it more often."

Reluctantly, she slid off of his lap, lying on her side next to him.
After a minute or two, she rose from the bed, "Get up," she said, "I'm
going to change the sheets and get a shower before we sleep."

Thule stood, "I'll take care of the sheets. I guess we sweated them up
a bit."

Marigold laughed, "Among other things. And, I don't think they were
entirely dry when we started."

"Oh," said Thule.

Marigold came over and kissed the look of discomfort off of his face,
"Just something to keep in mind in the future. If you finish with the
sheets fast enough, I'll let you scrub my back. And don't worry. I won't
throw anything at you."



-=-

Thule woke up to the sense that he was being watched. He was. Dawn
looked down at the two of them from the foot of the bed.

"Breakfast for three?" she asked gently.

"Yeah," said Thule, "Marigold stayed the night."

"I sort of figured that out, what with her lying there and all," said
Dawn, "Does she like French toast?"

"I don't know," said Thule.

Dawn put her finger to her lips, walked around to Marigold's side of the
bed, and slid in next to her blonde friend. Gently, she kissed Marigold on
the mouth. Marigold stirred against Thule, who was spooned up against her,
but didn't open her eyes. Dawn fit Marigold's body into her own, rubbing
her hands up and down her back and bottom.

Marigold complained sleepily, "Thule, Dawn is seducing me. Make her
stop."

"Was not," said Dawn, "I just thought this would be a nice way to wake
up. Do you like French toast?"

"If you're talking about the food, yes," said Marigold, "If it's some
sort of weird sex act I've never heard of, probably."

"Great," said Dawn, "You two should get moving, then. Breakfast will be
ready in like twenty minutes."

Thule was up and getting dressed when Marigold sat up, "You've got her
cooking?"

Thule nodded, "If I can teach her to vacuum and do laundry, I can
retire."

Marigold frowned, but didn't say anything.



-=-

When Marigold pulled into the senior parking lot, several of the
cheerleaders, who had been cronies of Brianne, came over to compliment her
on her car, then stayed and chatted with her and Dawn. They walked to the
steps in a phalanx that Thule could have been deluded into thinking was
around him, but they were really around Marigold. He was just the prince
consort.

Up on the front steps, Thule and Marigold stood together against the
wall. Spread out around them, the group was interspersed with Thule's crew
and the cheerleaders who had attached themselves to Marigold. With neither
Brianne nor June Kane in sight, the other cheerleaders boiled around like
ants whose hill had been kicked over. A half dozen stood around Ioke.
About the same number had joined their boyfriends around Randy. A few
stood at street level with former members of Ian's crew. More than a dozen
had gathered around Marigold. Thule watched with bemusement as his friends
and the cheerleaders eyed each other uneasily, a few awkward words passing
between them, maybe the first thing they'd said to each other that wasn't a
putdown in years.

As they went inside, Marigold said to Thule, "That was surreal. I could
have sworn those girls hated me and Dawn and your friends. I wish I'd
known that all it took was a new car."

Thule laughed, "I think it's more of a power dynamic thing. With Ian,
Brianne, and June all out of the picture, people don't know who to follow.
Some of them latched on to you."

"Me?" asked Marigold, "but, most of them weren't even talking to me.
They were talking to your friends."

"But they were following your lead," said Thule, "Trust me on this."

Marigold wrinkled her nose, "I don't know."

Thule chuckled, "Do an experiment for me, then. When you're getting
lunch today, talk to some of those girls. Then, come over and sit with me.
Watch what happens."

At lunch, Marigold showed up with a dozen cheerleaders in tow. Soon,
they were arrayed out to one side of the long table and lightly
interspersed among Thule's friends, who arrayed out in the other direction.
Ioke joined them a few minutes later. Soon, people were pulling an extra
table and more chairs over.

"That was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen," said Marigold, "More
than half of the cheerleading squad sitting with the geeks and the football
players sitting off by themselves."

"The football players have always sat by themselves," said Thule, "The
cheerleaders would go back and forth from their own table to the players'
table, but they sat separately."

Marigold laughed, "You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?"

Thule nodded, "Most people just want to be led. If anybody shows the
inclination to lead, they will soon accumulate followers."

Later, he saw her at the center of a phalanx of her own. The
cheerleaders seemed to have lost none of the military precision they'd
learned from Brianne.

"Well, that didn't take long," said Brianne.

Thule looked down at her. Brianne was wearing relaxed-cut blue jeans
and a denim shirt that hid her figure. She had also cut her long, blonde
hair to just below her ears.

"Wow," said Thule, "you look different."

"That's the idea," said Brianne, "I've had some unwanted media
attention. They don't recognize me like this."

"I talked to the guy," said Thule, "he wants to meet you tomorrow
night."

"Yeah," said Brianne, "about that..."

Thule held his breath. If she chickened out now, it would be a lot
harder to get her to squeal on Randy.

"I've only got about twenty two in cash," said Brianne, "my clientele
has moved on. Do you think he would take product for the other three?"

Thule smiled wickedly and said in a stage whisper, "I thought you were
saving the 'product' for me."

Brianne scowled, "I mean coke, dumbass. Would he take twenty two kay
and an ounce and a half?"

"I don't know," said Thule coolly, "I can ask."

Brianne looked both ways down the hall, then whispered to Thule, "I can
go as high as two and an eighth. But, try not to give him so much. That
would wipe me out."



-=-

At the office, Thule informed Jonas that he'd been given the new resumes
by Ivan.

"Can you find someplace to put them?" asked Jonas.

Thule said, "I'll talk to Mac. We should be able to. But, this thing
is almost over. If we can delay the hiring by a couple of weeks..."

Jonas waved away the suggestion, "No. Don't do anything to tip your
hand before it's over. We can handle a few more spies, I'm sure."

Thule nodded, "Okay. Thanks."

"So," asked Jonas, "how is the prodigal stepdaughter doing?"

Thule chuckled, "You saw her less than twenty-four hours ago. She'll be
there when you get home tonight. Why don't you ask her?"

"If by 'ask,' you mean, 'interrogate until my guilt at abdicating my
parental responsibility is assuaged,' then I assure you that I will," said
Jonas.

"I don't want to be her father," said Thule, "She still needs you."

"I can't control her anymore," said Jonas.

"You ever could?" asked Thule, "You'll have to teach me the trick." w
"So," asked Jonas, "How close to over is this thing?"

"I turned over everything I had to the FBI yesterday," said Thule, "It
turns out that there's a self-selected taskforce on the Vandevoorts, even
though they're under pressure not to investigate at all. Tomorrow, I'm
giving them Brianne, who should have plenty of dirt on Randy. After that,
I just need to establish the fact that Ivan has been using the Mannsborough
PD to cover up his son's criminal activities and the Bureau will take
over."

Jonas snorted, "It seems like they're expecting an awful lot from a high
school student."

Thule shrugged, "They can't do it. Their hands are tied. I can operate
because I'm not law enforcement and no one can lean on me to stop."

"Well," said Jonas, "just try not to make Marigold a widow before you
actually marry her."

Thule laughed, "You know, some days it's just your upbeat attitude and
positivism that keep me going."



-=-

After work, Thule picked up Dawn at home and took her with him to a car
dealership. A salesman came towards him, hand extended, then paled a
little when he saw Dawn by his side.

"Hey, Jerry," said Dawn, "I brought you another customer."

Jerry smiled wanly, "Sure. What were you looking for?"

"Something pre-owned," said Dawn, "around twelve thousand. Maybe a
fleet car."

Jerry brought them to the portion of the lot where they kept trade-ins
and fleet cars, vehicles that had been part of a rental fleet for a couple
of years before being sold. They looked at a few cars, each of which Dawn
rejected for one reason or another. Thule just watched, amused.

"What about this one?" asked Dawn. She was looking at a shiny, red
Cadillac Eldorado, a convertible soft top, "Why is it only eight thousand?"

"Undiagnosable problem," said Jerry, "It has issues with shutting down
every once in a while for no apparent reason. Al thinks it's a
transmission problem."

"Hmmm," said Dawn, "pop the hood, would you?"

Jerry did so. Dawn examined the engine for a few minutes. Then, she
took her keychain out of her purse. There was a tiny flashlight on it that
she shined down into the engine.

"Start it up, please," said Dawn. Jerry started the engine. Dawn
watched for about ten seconds, then closed the hood.

"Would you take sixty eight hundred for it?" Dawn asked.

"Dawn," said Thule, "could I talk to you for a minute?" Before she could
answer, he'd caught her by the arm and dragged her off a short way.

"Thule," she said, "You've got to trust me. That's a great car. And
the engines are simple as shit. I know what's wrong with it. It'll take a
few hundred dollars worth of parts to fix, tops."

"But, it's got to be like twenty-five years old," said Thule.

Dawn waved her hand, "It's a 1976." Thule gave her a minute to do the
math. "Okay," she said, "it's exactly twenty-five years old. But, it's in
great condition and it's a classic."

Thule looked over her shoulder at the car, "It's kind of a pimpmobile."

"I like it," said Dawn, "I think you should get it."

"If you can't fix it," said Thule, "I'm going to have to keep driving
that car I have now."

"I can fix it," said Dawn.

"Can I at least do my own negotiating?" asked Thule.

"If you want to spend too much," said Dawn.

"Fine," said Thule, sighing, "Go get him, tiger."

Thule wound up paying US$7,250 and driving the Cadillac off the lot that
night. He had to admit that it was a gorgeous car.

"That was quite a sight," said Thule, "do you want to drive it for a
while?"

"Nah," said Dawn, "give me a week to get it in tip-top shape. Then,
I'll start working on the other one. This should be your baby. Don't let
anyone else drive her."

"Well," said Thule, "what about if I need to get some sleep again while
you drive? The backseat is huge. It would be perfect for that."

Dawn giggled, "I can think of something else it would be perfect for.
Want to take it for a test drive?"

Thule sounded exasperated, "I have a house, you know. What is the big
appeal with doing it everywhere but at home?"

Dawn shrugged, "We don't have to. I've just always wanted to do it in a
big car like this, at least once."

Thule turned off the main road, taking Dawn to a different part of the
campgrounds around the lake from where he had been with Marigold the night
before. They climbed into the back seat and, after much giggling and
maneuvering, managed to get out of their clothes. Thule tried getting on
top, but ended up banging his head on the window. So, they switched
positions, Dawn riding him. It was hard to get traction, but eventually,
he came inside of her.

"That was pleasant," said Dawn afterwards.

"Didn't live up to the legend, did it?" asked Thule.

"I think I need a bigger car," said Dawn, "or a smaller boyfriend."

"Before you ask," said Thule, "I do not want you and Marigold having sex
in the back seat of my car."

"Why not?" asked Dawn.

"I would be too distracting when I was trying to drive," said Thule.

Dawn giggled. All of a sudden, outside, red and blue flashers burst
into life.

"Shit," said Dawn.

"Stay here," said Thule, "I'll take care of it."

Thule emerged from the car in just his pants, "Vladi, Jesus Christ."

Vladi, who was approaching with a flashlight, looked up at him, "Thule?
Shit, man. I'm sorry. I didn't recognize your car."

"I just bought it," said Thule, "and wanted to test out the shocks."

"It's a nice one," said Vladi, "That a 74?"

"Seventy-six," said Thule.

Vladi put his fingers on the brim of his hat, "Excuse me, ma'am. Sorry
for disturbing you two."

Thule looked over at Dawn who had frozen in fear at the sight of Vladi.

"Right," said Thule to Vladi, "shouldn't you be fucking off now?"

"Sure," said Vladi, good humor not leaving his face, "Sure, Thule.
Sorry to trouble you."

"God damn," said Dawn on the ride home, "He seems so...affable?"

"One can smile and smile and be a villain," said Thule, "Even Randy
seems like a decent guy when he thinks you're his friend."

"I was ready to stay with Vladi that night we were rushing back to save
Marigold from the newspaper office," said Dawn. She shivered.

"I wouldn't have let you," said Thule. He didn't know if it was true,
but it seemed like the right thing to say.

"Well," said Dawn with a harsh chuckle, "I think I've been pretty
thoroughly traumatized out of my sex in cars fantasy."

Thule reached out and ruffled her hair, "Not to mention that it was a
bit awkward. I guess not all fantasies work as described."

"It's all right," said Dawn, shrugging, "I've got a new one to replace
it."

Thule raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

Dawn smiled at him, "Yup. It involves an inclined weight bench, a pair
of handcuffs, and maybe a blindfold."

"Oh?" asked Thule weakly.

Dawn nodded, "The last bit depends on whether or not you like being
blindfolded."



-=-

After tying up a few loose ends, Thule sat at his desk, staring at his
monitor. He had exhausted his mental checklist of things that needed to be
done immediately. Then, he had worked his way down the list of his
responsibilities by subject. Any further spying on the Vandevoorts would
be superfluous and open him up to unnecessary risk of discovery. He
couldn't do anything about Brianne until tomorrow. He'd managed to catch
up on his work for the lab. Dawn was already in the garage with the new
car, doing a full diagnostic. Marigold was off doing volunteer work at the
hospital. He was as prepared for his final exams as he was going to get.
He didn't want to go downstairs and lift weights, for fear of giving the
wrong impression. He also didn't want to go down to the firing range. It
would be closed soon and, again, he didn't want to give the wrong
impression.

He went downstairs, brought out the practice mat, and started doing
katas. It had been over a year since he'd had time to take a martial arts
class, but the forms came back to him easily. Unfortunately, the serenity
he sought from them did not. Giving up, he went upstairs and tried to lose
himself in Thomas Bayes's "Essay Toward Solving a Problem in the Doctrine
of Chance," but it couldn't hold his interest.

Thule was restless. Worse, he was bored. He couldn't remember the last
time he'd been bored. That was something that happened to small children
and simpletons.

When Dawn came inside, Thule was sitting at the kitchen table with one
of the integrated spy cameras neatly disassembled in front of him, glancing
at a thick textbook and scribbling equations on printer paper.

She looked at him cautiously, seemingly not wanting to intrude. Thule
looked up. Her face, chest, sports bra, belly, gray sweatpants, and the
gauze she had taped over her fresh piercing all had streaks of grease on
them.

"Yes?" Thule asked.

"Am I interrupting anything?" asked Dawn.

Thule shook his head, "No. I was just thinking about how the integrated
microphones on these things could be better designed. I was noticing on
the June Kane recording how low quality the audio was compared to the
video."

Dawn looked at him, bemused. Thule asked, "What?"

Dawn said, "I didn't notice the audio quality as much as the costuming
and choreography, which I thought were a bit crude. Oh, yeah, that and our
clate getting raped and murdered."

Thule chuckled, "I don't mean to sound insensitive. That was the first
thing I noticed. But, I've done a lot of surveillance and much of what I
got was unintelligible. Even with that super-expensive camera, there are a
lot of things said that get lost. A good defense lawyer can play a jury
parts of a video until they don't know what the hell they're seeing
anymore. That's what happened with the Rodney King verdict. In that video
I handed over to the FBI, June screams Randy's name four times, but it's
not really so clear that it couldn't be 'Andy' or something else."

Dawn sat down across the table from Thule, "Are you trying to tell me
that a jury could watch that video of June Kane and not come back with a
conviction?"

"It would be unlikely," said Thule, "but, if that was all I had, I don't
know if the FBI would move forward with it. Ivan's going to have the best
lawyers on the planet on this one. That's why I don't intend to let them
rely just on that video."

"Can you tell me what you gave them yet?" asked Dawn.

"Sure," said Thule, "If you're done with the car, why don't you get
yourself all clean and sweet smelling while I reassemble this thing and
complete this thought?"

"Okay," said Dawn, "Before I do, though, I have a question."

"Sure," said Thule making a few more notations to the sheet of
equations.

"Scott Collins asked me to the prom today," said Dawn.

"That's kind of short notice," said Thule, "The prom is a week from
tomorrow."

"I know," said Dawn, "And, I barely know the guy."

"So," asked Thule, "what did you tell him?"

"I told him I would have to check with my parents," said Dawn.

"And what did they say?" asked Thule.

"Actually, I'm not talking to my parents," said Dawn, "But, I didn't
think telling him I needed to ask my girlfriend and her boyfriend who might
or might not be my boyfriend too would go over as well."

Thule sat back, "Do you want to go to the prom with him?" asked Thule.

"I don't know," said Dawn, "I only really know him from autoshop and
lunch. He seems like a nice enough guy."

"If Scott is your concern, I can tell you that I've always liked him,"
said Thule, "We're not close, but he's smart and funny. The only
particular character flaw I've noticed in him is a total lack of social
skill when it comes to dealing with women. I'm surprised he worked up the
courage to ask you."

"It was very awkward," said Dawn, "but kind of cute."

Thule nodded, waiting for Dawn to go on.

"So," she asked, "do you think I should say yes?"

Thule thought about it as he let his hands reassemble the camera, "If I
say you should, are you going to take that to mean that I'm trying to get
rid of you?"

"It's not a test, Thule," said Dawn, "I just want to know what you
think."

"I can't speak for Marigold, but I think you should go if you want to
go," said Thule.

"You won't be jealous?" asked Dawn, "What if I decided I wanted to go
out with Scott?"

"I would be astounded," said Thule, "As for jealousy, I don't
particularly feel like I'm entitled to it, but I would be a little."

Dawn leapt up, "Thank you, Thule." She hugged him around the neck and
kissed his cheek before bounding off to her room.

Thule shook his head. The women in his life seemed to be conspiring to
confuse him.

When Dawn emerged, she was dressed in a different pair of gray sweats
and a white baby tee with baby-blue sleeves. Thule wondered if she dressed
like this for bed when she lived at home.

He was sitting on the couch and gestured her over. Dawn sat with her
back against his side, his arm wrapped loosely around her.

"The whole camera dissection distracted me," said Dawn, "I forgot to
mention that I finished looking over the Caddy. The problem is even
simpler than I thought. I've got to replace a couple of hoses, then it'll
be ready to drive. There are maybe a half-dozen things that should be
swapped out due to wear and tear, but those can be done in a day or two
when you don't need a car and they're not expensive."

"You're sure there's not some bigger problem lurking behind them?" asked
Thule.

"No," said Dawn, "That's what took most of the time. I wanted to make
sure I didn't miss anything. It took me fifteen minutes to find the hose
breaks. I suggested that dealership because I know the mechanics there
have no pride in craftsmanship and I suspected that there would be some
good deals based on 'undiagnosable problems.'"

"How come I never had a hint that you were interested in cars?" asked
Thule.

Dawn shrugged, "There are a lot of things you don't know about me,
Thule. When your life is as..plicated as mine, you play things pretty
close to the vest. As for the car thing, I've been fascinated with cars
for years, like my brothers. But, one of the few things my parents have
emphatically agreed on is that girls do not become mechanics. So, I got
used to keeping it a secret."

"How did you learn so much, then?" asked Thule.

"Jake and my brothers rebuilt cars during the summer," said Dawn. "I
wasn't really interested in what they were doing until I realized that they
were deliberately trying to keep me amused and away from the car. After
that, I became fascinated. When Doug started working at Ogden's garage, I
tagged along a lot. When Doug moved away, I started working there whenever
I could get away. They treat me like a little sister. Plus, they think
it's hysterical to watch me work and talk."

"I can't imagine that your parents would be thrilled with you being
there, whether you're making a living or not," said Thule.

"That's why I don't tell them," said Dawn, "Most of the time, my parents
don't care where I am or who I'm with. But, they care just enough to keep
me from being able to do what I want. I can't get a regular job there
because my parents would eventually decide to keep me home for some
fucked-up reason one day too many and I'd lose it."

"Do they really treat you like a little sister there?" Thule asked. He
tried to keep the incredulity out of his voice.

"Can you keep a secret?" asked Dawn.

Thule looked down at her, not bothering to answer the question.

"Sorry," said Dawn, "obviously, you can. Well, this is a secret. Carl,
who owns the garage, is gay. His head mechanic is an ex-boyfriend. So's
one of the other guys. The other two aren't, but they know I'm to be
treated with consideration and respect, even if I flirt with them until
they're ready to burst."

"Do they know the other three are gay?" asked Thule.

"I doubt it," said Dawn, "not by the way they talk."

"Is your brother gay?" asked Thule.

"Doug?" asked Dawn, "Yeah. Dave might be. He's kind of...artistic.
That's probably why my parents are so weird about me doing anything too
dikey, like being a mechanic."

"Wait," said Thule, "Your parents named you Dawn, Donna, Doug, and
David. You mentioned you had three brothers. What's the third's name?"

"Damocles," said Dawn. When Thue looked at her, surprised, she laughed,
"Gotcha. He's named Darryl, like my grandfather, but we always called him
by his middle name, Gray."

Thule nodded, "I've always been suspicious of people who feel the need
to apply naming conventions to their children."

"Consider my parents a primary exhibit," said Dawn, "So, what about this
stuff you handed over to the FBI?"

Thule told her. It felt good to catalog all of the Vandevoorts' crimes
without worrying about standards of evidence. He speculated on what some
of the more intriguing, but mysterious bits meant. Then, because he was on
a roll, he told her about his plans to meet with Brianne and get her to
incriminate herself and to get Vladi to show him where June was buried.
The only thing he'd left out was putting the idea in Randy's head to kill
Ivan.

After he'd finished telling her his plans for entrapping Vladi, Dawn
said quietly, "You have to let me help."

"What?" said Thule, "No. Dawn, it's much too dangerous."

"So, who are you going to use?" asked Dawn, "Marigold?"

"No," said Thule, "This FBI agent I told you about, Matika."

"Does she know you're planning this?" asked Dawn.

"Not yet," said Thule, "But, she wants to get the Vandevoorts as much as
I do. She'll agree."

"Thule," said Dawn, "You have to let me help. There's too much risk in
using Matika. What if Vladi knows she's an FBI agent? What if he
recognizes her from Randy's party?"

Thule shrugged, "Maybe he'll just think I picked her up there and kept
her on."

"But, he already knows you're sleeping with me," said Dawn, "I would be
a much more likely victim. Thule, you have to use me."

"No, Dawn," said Thule gently, "it's much too dangerous."

"Thule, I'm volunteering," said Dawn, "I'm tired of standing on the
sideline and being rescued all the time. I owe Vladi. It should be my
body, not June Kane's you're out there looking for. I owe all of them. If
you don't let me help, I'll probably have weird control issues my whole
life and have to get a lot of expensive therapy to fix them. Please,
Thule."

Thule rubbed his temples, "I'm sure you already need a lot of expensive
therapy."

Dawn said, "Cut it out, Thule. I mean it."

"So do I," said Thule, "I won't put you in danger like that."

Dawn glared at him stubbornly, "So, I should just stay out of the way
while the big boys play?"

Thule sighed, "If you are determined to see it like that, yes. Now,
stop pouting. That's not going to get you your way this time."

Thule went to bed that night assuming he would sleep alone. The stony
silence following the conversation would have seemed to be a leading
indicator. He'd left her in the living room watching TV when he went to
bed. But, some time later, well after midnight, he woke to see Dawn in
profile, standing at the foot of his bed.

"I can't sleep," she said. "Can I sleep in here?"

Thule slid over to make room for her. She crawled in under the sheets,
pressing up against him. Sensing that she was more interested in
companionship than anything else, Thule curled around her.

"Too quiet?" he asked.

"No," said Dawn, "I was just thinking about everything you told me and
getting scared for you. I don't understand how you survived as long as you
did. And, you don't seem willing to stop until you get yourself killed."

Thule pet her hair, "Dawn, I'm sorry if I gave that impression. I just
have a couple more things that I have to do, then I'm done with this sort
of thing forever."

Dawn turned in his arms to face him, "Promise?"

Thule kissed the tip of her nose, "I promise. Once this thing with the
Vandevoorts is finished, I'm out of the revenge business."

Dawn nodded in his arms, stifling a yawn. Already, she was falling
asleep.



-=-

Thule felt Dawn launching herself out of bed a second before he heard
his alarm. By the time he was dressed and showered, Dawn was already
making breakfast which she, thankfully, served fully dressed. He worried
that Dawn was getting far more attached to him than he could afford to get
attached to her. He put the concern aside. Relationship issues had to
take a back seat today. Sternly, he reminded himself that letting things
come to a head before you dealt with them was a sign he was overextended.
It didn't help. He knew he was overextended. He'd never planned on going
into the end phase of this with a girlfriend, much less two. Still, he
couldn't bring himself to regret any of it. He was one lucky bastard and
he knew it.

Thule drove Dawn to school that morning while Marigold drove herself.
She showed up on the front steps a few minutes after he did, a larger
gaggle of cheerleaders in her wake than the day before. Thule soon saw
why. She was chatting with Ioke.

As he watched Ioke chat with the other cheerleaders, Thule felt a wave
of relief wash over him. She would make a fine princess of Mannsborough.
He wished he could believe that, by decapitating the reality-warping
cliques that made Mannsborough High such a particularly perilous place to
grow up, he had eliminated them. But, he knew better. For all practical
purposes, every high school was like Mannsborough, differing only by
degree.

With Ioke willing to lead, it meant that he didn't have to prime Dawn to
take the place that would have been June Kane's. He wished he had someone
as likable as Ioke to push to take Randy's place next year. Most of the
likely candidates would be implicated when the rape video was released.
There would be a real power vacuum in the pecking order. Worse, Kolya
Vandevoort would be in the tenth grade next year.

Mentally, Thule shrugged. The next generation would have to take care
of themselves.

As the homeroom bell rang, Marigold took Thule aside, close enough so
that her phalanx couldn't hear, she whispered, "Do you still intend to be
available next weekend, after the prom?"

"Yeah," said Thule, "why?"

"I got it all set up so that I'll have access to my father's old summer
house. We used to go there when I was little. I'm having it cleaned up
this week. It hasn't been used in about ten years."

"A house?" asked Thule, "That's great. I wasn't really looking forward
to a hotel full of our drunken peers. It'll be nice to have a weekend with
just the two of us."

"Erm," said Marigold, "about that..."

Thule looked down at her. She looked up.

"You don't mind having her along?" asked Thule.

"No," said Marigold, "I'm rather looking forward to it. Besides, I
don't see how we could not invite her. Do you mind having her along?"

"No," said Thule, "Not at all."

"But?" asked Marigold.

"But nothing," said Thule, "I've got to learn to stop looking for
trouble where there isn't any. I've got to be the luckiest guy in the
world and I keep poking the beehive."

"We do need one ground rule, though," said Marigold.

"Oh?" asked Thule.

Marigold nodded, "When it's the three of us, I cook. If I'm feeling
charitable, she may assist."



-=-

Soon enough, the day was over. Just as Thule was walking down to the
parking lot to meet Brianne, his cell phone rang. Thule didn't recognize
the number, but it was inside of Mannsborough.

"Mr. Roemer," said the heavily-accented voice on the other end of the
phone, "This is Vil Umanski. I was wondering if you would do me the favor
of meeting with me this afternoon."

Thule said as calmly as he could, "Mr. Umanski, as much as I would like
to honor your request, I am rather pressed for time this afternoon. I may
be able to schedule a..."

"Mr. Roemer," said Vil, "I assure you that I will not take up much of
your time. I need only ten minutes. I am in Von Kliebolt Park, near the
city center, sitting at the chess boards. Please, humor an old man."

Thule saw Brianne coming towards him. He didn't want Vil to hear her
voice over his phone, so he said, "Ten minutes, Mr. Umanski. That is all
I can afford to give you today. Good day."

"Was that him?" asked Brianne.

Thule shook his head, "No. That was another matter I'm going to have to
deal with on the way. It shouldn't take long."

Brianne hugged him, "I just want to get this over with."

"I hope you're not starting to chicken out," said Thule, "I'd hate to
see Ian get away with this."

Brianne's face hardened, "Not a chance."

After they were in the car, driving away, Thule asked, "Did you bring
what I told you to?"

"Yeah," said Brianne, "I've got to tell you. Carrying this much cash
and coke all day in school was rather nerve wracking."

"You'll be rid of it soon enough," said Thule, "How badly stepped on is
the coke?"

"Hardly at all," said Brianne, "I don't want to fuck this up. This is
some of my best stuff."

"You haven't used any today, have you?" said Thule, "I don't need you
fucked up for this meeting."

Brianne shook her head, "I haven't had any in like a year. I'm starting
again tomorrow." When she saw the puzzled look on Thule's face, she added,
"That gives me a week to get into my prom dress and four weeks before I
leave for Europe."

"So," asked Thule, "you do coke for four weeks out of every year?"

Brianne nodded, "It's the Hollywood diet nobody talks about.
Juan-Carlo, my supplier, says a lot of starlets start a few weeks before a
new role. I do it for swimsuit season."

Thule wanted to follow the subject farther, but reluctantly let it drop.

After a couple of minutes, Brianne said, "I can't believe you're still
driving this thing. You need to get a new car."

"Got one already," said Thule, "A classic, Cadillac convertible."

"Mmmm," said Brianne, "I always told Ian he should get a convertible.
Are you going to show me off in it?"

"No," said Thule, "Not around here anywhere. Marigold doesn't care what
I do as long as I don't flaunt it. But, I'm not going to ruin that, not
even for your hot, little coked-up body."

Brianne laughed, "You're a very funny guy, Thule."

Thule parked on the street a block away from Von Kliebolt Park. There
was closer parking, but he didn't want to chance Vil Umanski seeing Brianne
in his car.

"Twenty minutes," said Thule, "and I'll be right back."

As he leaned over to undo his seatbelt, Brianne reached out and kissed
him. After a moment of surprise, he took the back of her head and kissed
her back.

"Be careful," she said.

"Always," said Thule. Walking away from the car, he stopped to lean on
the first tree out of sight to compose himself. Somehow, Brianne voicing
concern for his well-being had rattled him. He took out a cigarette and
lit it before walking to where the chess boards were. Vil Umanski sat
behind one, a cane leaning on the bench next to him and a blanket across
his lap. To one side stood another man Thule recognized as part of Ivan's
security team. As Thule approached, the younger man walked a discreet
distance away.

Thule looked at the pieces on the board and laughed, "You set up a chess
problem. Isn't that a bit of a cliche?"

"I am a fan of the classics," said Vil Umanski, "And I seem to have
heard somewhere that you are quite a player. Have a seat, please."

Thule sat down across from Vil. His eyes scanned the board.

"You are going to ruin the Vandevoort family," said Umanski evenly.

Thule paused, hand extended, reaching for a piece.

"You don't need to touch the board," said Vil, "White has already lost,
provided black springs the trap."

Thule took his hand back, "Why do you say I'm ruining the Vandevoorts?"

"You made Ivan very angry," said Umanski, "Angry enough that he wants
you dead."

Thule shrugged, "I doubt that if Ivan Vandevoort wanted me dead I would
be sitting here having this conversation."

Umanski asked, "Do you recognize the board position?"

Thule looked at it, "One of the Karpov-Kasparov boards, I believe. But,
I thought you said black won. It seems like white has a distinct
advantage."

"If Ivan Vandevoort wanted you out of the way," said Umanski, "you would
be. But, he gets furious whenever your name is mentioned. He does not
need another dangerous obsession."

"So, what should I do," asked Thule, "drop dead?"

"You should calm down," said Umanski, "Make peace."

"I have no interest in peace with Ivan," said Thule.

"I have always liked this match," said Umanski, "Kasparov is black. In
spite of a disastrous opening defense, he has a chance to break Karpov's
control of the board, but his spirit is broken. He sees what he needs to
do, but chooses the conservative path. He might as well have conceded.
When you are at a strong disadvantage, you can not fight a war of
attrition. You must strike out with everything you have, take every inch,
give away what is traditionally too valuable for what you get in return."

Thule stared at the board, "I don't see it."

"I think you do," said Vil Umanski, "It is very much your style. If you
continue down the road you are following, you will destroy two fortunes. I
have watched you of late. Ivan is a horrible chess player because he seeks
to obliterate his opponent, rather than merely defeating him. If you
continue to antagonize him, he will come after you and your protector.
Tarr has always been too much for him to swallow without crippling himself.
It won't matter. If he can't separate you from Jonas Tarr, he will throw
everything he has at ruining the man. Then, he will throw everything he
has left at his nyekulturney son. You may well win, but there won't be
much left to win. Control of the family will have passed to the branch
back in Amsterdam."

"You don't seem to like your employer very much," observed Thule.

"Just now," said Vil Umanski, "You saw the correct path and discarded
it. Look again. This is not one of your computer simulations, Mr. Roemer.
The path is too fraught with peril for a computer to follow it. You will
be weaker, but that leads to strength."

"What do you suggest I do?" asked Thule. He wasn't talking about the
board.

"You have met Tryne?" asked Vil Umanski.

"Randy's sister?" asked Thule, "Yes, at the party on Saturday."

"She is a lovely girl," said Vil Umanski, "her mother's child. Randy is
all his father, even though they hate each other. Randy stands to inherit
the bulk of his father's estate, whatever Ivan does not squander. Without
guidance, he will squander the rest."

"I just don't see the strategy you have in mind," said Thule, "I'm
sorry. I guess I'm just not the chess player you think I am. As for the
practical matter at hand, I do not think Tryne likes me very much."

Vil Umanski laughed, a sound like creaking hinges and crumpling paper,
"That is no matter. You are both young and driven by your urges. If you
set your mind to it, you could have her. She does not think she is seeking
a political alliance, but a man to love. This will be her undoing."

Thule chuckled, "And Tarr?"

"Tarr is nothing compared to the Vandevoorts," said Umanski, "Lose her
or string her along. She makes no difference."

Thule rose, "I'll consider what you've said."

"Mr. Roemer," said Umanski, "not revealing your strategy for this
puzzle tells me as much as revealing it would."

Thule looked down at the board, "Well," he said, knocking the king over
in a gesture of submission, "you have my answer then. What do you make of
it?"

Umanski laughed, "That you value your secrets more than your image.
That is a very different picture than you have shown my employer and his
son. I'll be watching you closely, Mr. Roemer."



-=-

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Monday, July 26, 2004

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Henrik Larsen 2001





Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by
e-mail at henlar.



This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't
know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can
complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant
encouragement.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without
the express, written permission of the author.



The Neighbour's daughter. Chapter 3.

Sophie wasn't the only person who'd gotten older. Mrs Larsen's legs had
gotten gradually worse over the three years I'd know her and she walked
very unsteadily now. She used a cane in the apartment and she had a Zimmer
Frame, a walker, standing downstairs, but she refused to use it. She
didn't want to be seen walking around with "such a contraption". That
meant that she didn't get out of her flat. Actually, she hadn't been out
for several months. I looked in on her every day and we still ate dinner
together several times a week. I did all her shopping now of course. The
only really good thing was that her mind was still in good shape.

I didn't tell her about the turn the relationship between me and Sophie
had taken. She knew that Sophie often visited me, and how Sophie's parents
kept her isolated from the rest of the world. That was Mrs Larsen's way of
describing it. Like me, she disapproved and like me, she couldn't do a
thing about it.

The days passed slowly. I spent a lot of time, trying to find ways to
see Sophie. Some of my ideas were very imaginative, but they were either
useless or the risk that Sophie's parents would find out was too great. I
didn't want to make Sophie's life more complicated than it already was.

Wednesday came and Sophie was waiting for me when I came home. She was
in an excited mood, giggling and jumping impatiently on the spot. We
hurried inside before we hugged each other tight and kissed passionately.
But Sophie was too worked up to kiss. She broke off, giggling and ran into
the living room. She was leaning up against my work/dinner table when I
came in. I remembered her standing like that the first time she visited
me, but her attitude was very different now.

"Come on."

"You've got something up your sleeve."

"Aren't you going to undress me?" she asked, almost unable to control
her giggling.

"I thought you'd never ask."

I began to pull the long dress off very slowly.

"It's like unwrapping a gift."

Sophie still giggled. I'd pulled it up over her knees. No leggings! I
got the idea. I pulled it higher to reveal that she didn't have any
panties on either. The long dress was all she was wearing.

"Oh! What a gift. Is it for me?"

Sophie nodded eagerly, blushing and still giggling. Her childish
excitement was contagious. I began biting her but only with my lips, as if
I was a fierce predator, eating my prey. I concentrated on the sensitive
parts: the neck, the nipples.

"I'm the big, bad wolf and I'm going to eat you," I growled like a wild
animal.

"Please don't eat me, Mr Wolf," Sophie gasped.

"Grrrr, but I will eat you."

I knelt in front of her. She was leaning against the table again and I
spread her legs and saw that she was visibly excited. Her lips and inner
thighs were glistening. Growling threateningly, I attacked her pussy,
chewing the delicate flesh between my lips. I pulled and chewed Sophie
lips and licked the moisture from her inner thighs. She didn't stop
giggling until my tongue parted her lips and found her clit. Then her
giggles turned into whimpering moans.

The position was a little uncomfortable for both of us but we were too
excited to care. Anyway, we didn't stay like that for long. Sophie must
have been very aroused, because it only took a minute to make her come. I
was almost disappointed.

Sophie's legs were a bit wobbly, so I carried her into the bedroom. The
moment I put her down on the bed, she had fully recovered and before I had
a chance to do anything myself, she undressed me.

It was less hectic this time. We made love until I was close, then
slowed down or stopped until I was ready to go on. We didn't talk about
it, we just did it. Finally, Sophie pulled up her legs as a signal for me
to go all the way and I did. In a way, it was better than the first time.
We had time to really enjoy it.

When we lay in my bed afterwards, I explained my plan for our meetings
until she went on vacation with her parents. Sophie really liked the
thought of the first 2 weeks of her holidays. Then we talked about school.
Sophie and Nina were going to finish primary school and go on to high
school, after the summer holidays. But Nina had a problem.

"She's no good at math," Sophie explained.

"Can't you explain it to her? You two do so much homework together."

"I'm not good at explaining things. I try, but it always ends up with
me doing the math and Nina just copying it," Sophie stopped and giggled.
"She's too lazy. But she's got to pass the exam to get into high school."

I thought about it for a moment.

"I'm pretty good at math. If Nina wants to, she can come over a couple
of evenings before the exam and I can try to help her."

"Really. I think she'll be very happy to do that."

Sophie hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss. I was pretty sure that was
what Sophie had hoped for but even though I'd known Sophie for three years,
there were still a lot of things I didn't know about her. She was good at
hiding her true feelings and she often surprised me.

- - -

Sophie visited me without Nina the next month or so. We would make
love, following the same ritual as the first two times. Sophie wanted to
try to make love in different positions: with her on top and me taking her
from behind. I was pretty sure she got the ideas from Nina but when I
asked her what she and Nina talked about when they were alone, she got all
flushed and flustered.

Nina came around about two weeks before the math exam. We worked on it
very hard. Nina was certainly not stupid but she was convinced that math
was impossible to learn. It took three visits to make her realise that she
actually was capable of learning math. The fourth visit was like a
revelation to Nina. She went home very optimistic, telling me that she was
going home to study and that she would have learned it all before the last
lesson we'd have before the exam.

Sophie was acting a little funny the next time she visited me. Knowing
that she often preferred to keep things to herself, at least until she felt
like she was ready to talk about it, I didn't ask her. I thought it was
probably something about her parents. After we'd made love, we lay quietly
tighter.

"How . . . are you and Nina doing," Sophie asked.

"Fine. She's beginning to get the hang of it."

Sophie was quiet for a moment.

"Did you . . . have you . . . done anything?" she finally asked.

"Yes," I answered, puzzled by her question. "We've been through a lot
of exercises to test how much she has understood. It looks good."

"No, I mean . . . have you . . . done anything with her, you know?"

I didn't get it, but then again, I wasn't thinking along the same lines
as Sophie was. I turned and looked at her worried face. Suddenly it
dawned on me.

"You thought we'd had sex? Of course not. I mean, you're my
girlfriend, right? And Nina probably also has a boyfriend. We've been so
terribly boring, doing nothing but math. Why did you think . . . ?"

Sophie looked away, bashful.

"Sorry. I . . . Nina hasn't got a boyfriend and sometimes, she's . . .
She's got a way with boys, you know, she knows what they like and so on.
It doesn't matter that much to Nina."

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry. It's ok, but nothing has happened. I
don't think Nina would do that to you. Nina is a pretty girl but you're
just the most wonderful, prettiest, and sexiest girl I've ever met."

I held Sophie really tight and I could feel her shiver. It had probably
been nagging her since I volunteered to help Nina with the math. She
needed a little time to get rid of the thought again. That took a few
minutes before she was ready to talk again.

"Do you think Nina is pretty?" Sophie asked.

"Not as pretty as you."

"No, seriously! Do you think she's pretty and sexy?"

"Yes, I guess I do."

"Nina says that most boys likes to have two girls together. Do you ever
. . . think that way about Nina and me?"

She caught me completely by surprise.

"I uhh . . . I . . ."

Sophie giggled. "Nina's right, isn't she?"

When Nina first came to visit me with Sophie, seeing them on the sofa,
whispering and giggling had sent my thoughts in that direction, but I
hadn't actually fantasised about being with both of them. I could feel the
heat in my cheeks.

"I think most boys - ahem - have that kind of fantasies, yes."

Sophie apparently though it was very funny that she had made me blush,
but she got herself under control again and there was no end to the
surprise questions that afternoon.

"Have you ever thought about being with another boy?"

"No! I mean, I know that some men like other men. Women too, but I've
never felt anything like that."

"Do you think it's wrong?" Sophie continued, curious and very serious.

"No . . . No, I don't think it's wrong. It's just not me."

"But," Sophie hesitated. "You wouldn't mind if it was two girls?"

"No," that was a frequent fantasy. "I think that's . . . kind of
sexy."

Sophie changed the subject before I could add anything to that
statement.

"Are you . . . Do you like when a girl, you know, sucks on your cock?"

"Yes. But you don't have to, if you don't want to." I hastily added.

"I think I want to, but I don't really know what to do."

"Haven't . . ." I was going to ask if Nina hadn't told her, but I bit
myself off. "Don't worry about that, you'll learn."

"Now?" Sophie asked, very enthusiastically.

"I'm afraid it will be in vain right now. It's only 15 minutes since .
. . and I think it'll taste a little like rubber" I added as a joke.

Sophie looked disappointed. "Can't you wash the taste away?"

I couldn't help laughing. "That was just a joke. Of course I can. But
I'm not sure I can get it up so soon after I've come!"

Sophie ignored my laughter and protest. A minute later, I had washed
thoroughly and was lying on my back with Sophie kneeling between my legs.
She took my almost limp cock between two fingers and keened down close to
it.

"It smells of soap," she giggled nervously.

It struck me that this was the first time she seemed unsure of what to
do but she gave me no time to think about it. She extended her tongue and
touched the tip of my cock. The foreskin was still covering the head and I
couldn't feel it that much, but it looked so cute. Tentatively, her tongue
circled the head, before she opened her mouth and, despite my predictions,
my cock started to grow.

Sophie changed her mind and instead of taking me into her mouth, she
folded her fingers around the shaft of my half erect cock and pulled down
the foreskin like she'd seen me do, when I put on the condom. The
expression on her face was wonderful; concentrated, full of curiosity and
anticipation, as if it was the first time she'd seen my cock. She turned
her head a little, studying it closely before she opened her mouth again,
this time lowering her head to engulf the head in her mouth. My cock grew
in her mouth. Sophie noticed and looked up at me, questioningly but with a
hint of pride in her eyes.

"Use your tongue and move your head up and down," I advised her.

I could feel her tongue circle the head. Then she began to move up and
down very fast.

"Easy. You don't have to do it so fast, at least not in the beginning."


She slowed down and looked up at me for approval. I smiled at her.

"That feels so good," I said.

It did. My cock was hard again but still slightly numb after the first
orgasm. I'd tried it before but not that often and what Sophie was doing
felt as good as the best I'd tried. Better, actually. She looked so sexy,
looking up at me. She was really trying to do her best.

After a minute or so, she stopped.

"Am I doing it right?"

"It feels so good, but I'm not sure that I can come again."

"OK, but can I do it a little longer? I kind of like it, now it doesn't
taste of soap any more."

I couldn't help laughing at her last remark. "For as long as you want.
I certainly like it."

Sophie continued for a long time, maybe ten minutes, but then she had to
stop. It was time for her to go home and even though it was beginning to
feel really good, good enough to make me come, I didn't want her to be late
and get in trouble with her parents. In three weeks, we would have several
whole days together and there would be plenty of time to do whatever we
wanted.



The last two sessions with Nina went very well and I was confident that
she would pass her exam with flying colours. Sophie's next visit would be
on the day of the math exam, after the exam. I though a lot about the
girls and their exam and I could hardly wait to get home and hear the
result.

They were both there, when I got home. The look on their faces told me
everything.

"So, how did you do?"

"I passed," Nina said, "and with good marks. My teacher was so
impressed."

"Congratulations. And what about your?" I turned to Sophie after I'd
opened the door to my flat.

"Great. I did really well too."

Both girls followed me into the flat. Nina apparently planned to stay,
which meant that making love with Sophie was out of the question. Too bad
but then again, it would only be two weeks and then it would be summer
holidays. I put on the coffee and Nina had to excuse herself for a moment.
Sophie snuggled in close to me and we kissed. As we heard Nina flush the
toilet, we broke the kiss. I don't know why, really. I assumed that Nina
knew we were lovers, but we did anyway.

"I got my thing, that's why I took Nina with me today." She whispered in
my ear, just before Nina got back into the kitchen.

We had never talked about "Her thing" before, but it suddenly struck me
that we must have been very lucky that it hadn't coincided with our brief
time together before. I carried the coffee into the living room, preparing
myself for a nice quite afternoon with the two girls. It became that, but
with a little extra colouring.

To be continued.



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