Saturday morning; Molly snuggles up against Roderick. "I don't want to get up yet", she moans. "But I have to go and practice."
Roderick snuggles back.
"I feel like I should spend more time with you, now that we are officially a couple," Molly murmurs. "But I'm so busy with practicing, posing, counterpoint studies, and you're so busy with everything, it's hard to find a moment."
"Don't worry," whispers Roderick. "When you're busy I can spend time with my other girlfriends."
Molly hugs him. "You know that rule we heard about the other day? The one that says we have to do it before we're twenty-one?"
"Hmm, yes," says Roderick. "The unwritten rule."
"Well, I'm thinking that we should do it before the first of July in 2015."
Roderick helpfully observes that the rule says one must have sex before the age of twenty-one, but it's not necessary to wait that long.
Molly kisses him. "I'm glad we agree on this." She exits the bed and departs.
At breakfast, Roderick sits by himself and indulges in a plate of scrapple and applesauce. Megan joins him looking very fetching with her long wavy red hair, substantial decolletage, revealing plaid miniskirt and Glock automatic holstered on her hip.
"Nice weapon," quips Roderick. He's used to it, of course. Megan is well beyond "concealed carry" and prefers "open carry", under the premise that an armed society is a society where prospective rapists think twice before targeting chicks with Glocks.
"Are you coming to the Anti-Rape Fair today?" asks Megan.
No, Roderick isn't planning to attend the Anti-Rape Fair today, but he wishes Megan good luck, and tries to imagine how she would look wearing nothing but the holstered Glock.
"We tell the women to forget self-defense and stuff, just blow their heads off."
Roderick comments that he thinks that blowing the heads off off prospective rapists is a very effective, if somewhat messy way to deal with them.
"Can I come over tonight? I need some help with Logic."
Roderick consents to a nocturnal visit from Megan, knowing full well that help with Logic is not what she seeks.
On his way to the St. Cecilia Chapel, Roderick passes through the Anti-Rape Fair, and notices the large crowd around the "Chicks With Glocks" booth, where Megan holds forth.
In the evening, there is a knock on Roderick's door. He opens, expecting Megan. It's Emily, who pushes her way in.
"Can I stay over tonight?" she coos. "I'm lonely."
Before Roderick can answer, there is another knock. This time, it's Megan, who still looks fetching with her long wavy red hair, substantial decolletage, revealing plaid miniskirt and Glock automatic holstered on her hip.
"Megan, this is Emily. Emily, Megan."
"Oh I know you!" exclaims Emily. "You were at the Fair. Can I see your weapon?"
"Well you know," says Megan, unstrapping her holster. "The first thing we learn in gun training is you should never draw your weapon unless you plan to use it."
Emily and Megan animatedly discuss guns and ammunition. Roderick returns to his desk and works on syllogisms.
Around ten o'clock, Roderick yawns. The women are still talking about guns. He interrupts. "I'm thinking about turning in. Are you ladies sleeping over, or do you want me to walk you home?"
The ladies are sleeping over. Roderick slips under the covers; Megan joins him on one side and Emily on the other.
It's very quiet in the room, and the light of the half-moon dimly illuminates the room. Roderick thinks that the present arrangement is very pleasant, but it may be necessary to get a larger bed if they make a regular thing of it.
