Roderick awakes. Checking Instapundit, he finds this, which makes him want to learn more about statistics and data mining and stuff so he can do the same thing for the Right.
He crawls back into bed and snuggles Molly. They snooze for a little while, then dress, walk down to the Dining Hall, fill their plates and find a table for two.
Roderick leads off the conversation. "Megan wants me to take her for a drive in the Roadmaster."
"That sounds nice."
"She wants to do it in the back seat."
"Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?"
"It's a large back seat."
"Megan has a single room and you have a single room, so why bother with back seats?"
"I told her that it sounds like fun, but you get to go first."
"I should certainly hope so, Mr. Smith," says Molly with mock reproach. "I believe we have a pledge to that effect."
"Indeed we do."
"And we need to keep to our pledge."
"We certainly will."
Molly chews on a piece of bacon for awhile, then inquires: "So when can we go for a ride?"
"Well, we're going to ride home after exams. When are you done with yours?"
"Next Tuesday."
"So we'll drive home on Wednesday."
"Maybe we can pull over to the side of the road somewhere?"
Roderick feigns innocence. "What for?"
Molly feigns reticence. "Well, you know..."
"What?"
"So we can fuck, of course." She giggles.
Roderick pretends to be shocked. Actually, he doesn't have to pretend, as he has never heard Molly use the word 'fuck'. "Why don't we just wait until we get home and do it in your bedroom or mine?"
Molly stands, picks up her tray, then leans over and whispers: "Why wait"? She giggles and departs.
