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Marigold, Part 14 by Vulgar Argot (tags moved to bottom for spoilerage)

It seemed like the car had barely rolled to a stop in the driveway when
Thule bounded out of it. He ran across the yard and disappeared into the
house.

Dawn and Marigold sat in the car, waiting. Finally, Dawn said, "Do you
think we're supposed to follow him inside?"

"I don't know," said Marigold, "Your guess is as good as mine."

After they had sat there for another minute or so, Dawn said, "He seems
to do that a lot, doesn't he?"

Marigold nodded, "The bounding thing? Yes. He's always bounding off
somewhere."

Dawn nodded, taking the idea in. After a few seconds of thought, she
said, "Maybe we should follow him inside."

"All right," said Marigold, "let's go then."

As Marigold got out of the car, she noticed that Dawn wasn't moving.
Looking down into the window, she asked, "Dawn, is everything okay?"

"No," Dawn said quietly. Thinking quickly, Marigold pulled open the
door and guided Dawn out, "Come on," she said coaxingly, "let's get you
inside."

Dawn said distantly, "Thule won't mind?"

Marigold shook her head, "Thule won't mind. He's waiting for us." Once
she opened the front door, she shouted, "Thule!"

Thule came bounding out of the bedroom, concern writ heavy on his face,
"What?"

"Get a blanket," said Marigold, "Dawn's going into neurogenic shock."

Dawn turned to Marigold, a look of intense puzzlement on her face, "I'm
not..." Then, her knees buckled. Marigold, having expected the faint,
caught her friend on the way down, although she almost collapsed herself in
doing so.

Thule, having disappeared into the bedroom, re-emerged with a silver
emergency blanket with the word "ORACLE" etched across it in red. Wrapping
Dawn in the blanket, he lifted her up into his arms, scooping her as if she
weighed nothing at all.

"She's fainted," said Marigold, "We need to get her somewhere that her
head will be lower than her heart."

In a surprisingly dextrous move, Thule kicked the headrest on the EZ-Boy
near the TV. He said, "Put a pillow on the footrest."

Marigold did and Thule placed Dawn in the prescribed position on the
chair, wrapping the blanket more firmly around her.

"Now what?" he asked. But, Marigold was already crouching down next to
the chair, holding Dawn's wrist, reading her watch, and counting.

After she had an accurate pulse rate, Marigold said, "Just give her a
couple of minutes. She should come out of it on her own. She wasn't
injured at all today, was she?"

"No," said Thule.

"Okay," said Marigold, "whatever you rushed in here to do, it's probably
more important than standing around, waiting for her to wake up. Why don't
you go finish?"

Thule said, "I was just checking the police bands. They're reporting
the shooter as a false report and calling the cars back in."

"Well," said Marigold, "why don't you go see if anything new has
developed. I've got this taken care of."

Thule looked bemused, but went back into his room.

A few minutes later, Dawn said, "Why am I upside down?"

"You fainted," said Marigold, "I'd like to keep you in this position for
a few more minutes, make sure you're getting enough blood to your brain."

"Oo," said Dawn shakily, "Have I ever told you about my bossy nurse
fetish?"

"See?" said Marigold, deadpan, "clearly, more blood is needed."

"I feel stupid," said Dawn.

"For fainting?" asked Marigold, "Don't. It happens."

"No," said Dawn, "for believing June Kane, for running off to have a
secret rendez-vous with her, for almost getting myself gang raped again."

"For that," said Marigold, grasping Dawn's wrist to take her pulse
again, "you should feel stupid."

"Doctor Tarr," said Dawn, "your bedside manner sucks."

"My bedside manner is fine," said Marigold briskly, "My armchair-side
manner could maybe use some improvement."

"I'm sorry," said Dawn, "I shouldn't have run off like that."

"It's okay," said Marigold, her face softening, "but it was a very
foolish risk."

"Well, I know that now," said Dawn, sounding a little annoyed. Then,
more penitent, "Are you mad at me?"

"No," said Marigold, sighing, "I'm mad at me. I was supposed to be
watching out for you. I let you slip away. We should have stuck
together."

"I didn't think June had a threeway in mind," Dawn pointed out.

"Dawn, I'm serious," said Marigold.

"So am I," said Dawn, "My danger sense was completely off on this. I
just thought I was getting laid."

Marigold crouched down and stroked Dawn's hair, "It's okay. I'm sorry
if my nerves are a little jangly. I screwed up. Thule was trying to call
me the whole time he was driving to the school and I had my phone on
vibrate in my purse, which was in the events office."

Dawn grinned sheepishly, "I left my phone home by mistake. I'm not used
to having one."

Marigold sat down on the floor, next to Dawn's head, "We haven't been
taking this whole thing very seriously, have we?"

"It is a lot more life and death than I thought," admitted Dawn.

"Sorry you volunteered to be the plucky sidekick?" asked Marigold.

"No," said Dawn, shaking her now-flushed head, "He needs all the help he
can get, doesn't he? I'm just sorry I unintentionally volunteered for the
damsel in distress role."

"Actually," said Marigold, "it's not so bad, so long as you're rescued."

"Yeah," admitted Dawn, "getting to ride off on the back of the white
charger is nice."

Thule stepped out of the bedroom. He had stripped off the green shirt
and now wore only a towel, draped over the back of his neck, and the
khakis. As he emerged, he said, "If you haven't taken it seriously up until
now, it's probably because everything you've known has been in the abstract
until now. Mea culpa." He sat down on the couch.

"How much of our conversation did you hear?" Marigold asked.

"All of it," admitted Thule, his tone faintly mocking, "You didn't
really think that I was going to run along to my room and go back to what I
was doing while Dawn was passed out in the living room, did you?"

"I passed out?" asked Dawn.

"You fainted," said Marigold, "You were going into shock. How do you
feel?"

"Like all of the blood is rushing to my head," said Dawn, "but, other
than that, fine."

Marigold took Dawn's wrist again, timing her pulse. After a
half-minute, she said, "You should be able to sit up now. If you get
light-headed, get your heart above your head."

"I already made that mistake once today," quipped Dawn, "Hey, if I
fainted, how did I get inside and upside down?"

"You walked to the front door," said Marigold, "then fainted on me. I
kept you propped up until Thule came out with the blanket and carried you
to the chair."

Dawn spun herself into an upright position, never taking her eyes off of
Thule. Marigold suppressed a twinge of jealousy. She'd seen Dawn gaze at
Thule with that look of adoration before, but never so openly.

Even when she knew neither of them would act on it, the obvious
affection between Thule and Dawn had made Marigold jealous. That
relationship had started out honest. Dawn hadn't spent more than four
years treating Thule like dirt or treated Maya so badly as to drive Thule
to these extremes. Marigold felt a chill that had nothing to do with the
room's ambient temperature. Rising, she went to sit beside Thule, who
wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

Marigold snuggled in, drawing her feet up on the couch and laying her
head on Thule's chest. With the exception of Brianne, there probably
wasn't a woman in the world who deserved Thule less than she did. She
lived in fear of the day that Thule would figure that out and she would
lose him. At first, she'd hoped to be married to him before that day came.
But, she knew she would never keep him that way.

She also saw how other people looked at Thule. The people they ate
lunch and hung out with in school, some teachers, her mother, even Jonas.
Despite the fact that he had chosen a very lonely path, he had the easy,
earnest air of a natural leader. One of these days, he was going to have
to divide his attention among a lot of people. Marigold just hoped that,
when that day came, she would be one of them, still first in his heart.
After all, he had promised.

"I've got about an hour before I need to start getting ready for the
party," said Thule, "I think it's about time I told you what's going on."

"Both of us?" asked Dawn.

Thule nodded, "You already know enough to betray me if you were going
to. I trusted you enough to tell you that, I might as well tell you the
rest."

So, he did. And, while he covered a lot of details that Marigold
already knew for Dawn's sake, he skillfully expurgated any mention of
Marigold's complicity.

When he finished, Dawn was wide-eyed. She asked, "But, it's over,
right? There's no way they can get away with what they did today, is
there?"

"They have before," said Thule, "at least three times. But, maybe. I
don't know how thoroughly the Vandevoorts control the police and I doubt
the cops have ever walked in right in the middle of it before. But, I'm
not relying on that. I still have to go to this thing today." He stood up
and started to pace, running both hands over his hair, "I still have to
play nice with Randy and Brianne, at least for a little while longer. He
groaned and blew out, a gesture of fatigue and frustration.

"Sit down," said Marigold, patting the couch next to her, "We can't have
you going off to battle without your A game." Thule sat down and she began
to massage his shoulders, kneading the flesh of his back. Thule sighed in
pleasure and relief.

"Not too much," said Thule, "My A game doesn't come out if I'm too
relaxed."

Marigold chuckled, "I don't think I have the strength to get you too
relaxed. You're safe in my semicompetent hands."

Thule sighed contentedly and leaned back against Marigold, laying his
head on her shoulder, and closing his eyes.

"Hey," said Dawn, chuckling uncomfortably, "get a room, you two."

Thule gestured vaguely towards his room, "No time," he muttered, "and I
would be too relaxed afterwards." The last word was elongated by a yawn.



-=-

After Thule had gone back into his room to dress, Dawn said, "Marigold,
I know it's completely out of line for me to ask a favor at this point,
but..."

Marigold interrupted her, "Dawn, are we friends?"

"I..." Dawn paused, "I like to think so."

"So do I," said Marigold, "Am I going to have to be perfect to stay your
friend?"

"N-no," said Dawn, "Why would you even ask that?"

"Because you seem to be presuming that you have to be perfect to stay
mine," said Marigold, smiling, "What did you want to ask me?"

Dawn smiled shyly, lowering her head, her bangs obscuring her face, "I
just...would rather not be alone today. At some point, the enormity of
what just happened is going to hit me and I'm going to go to pieces, but
I'd like to put it off for a little while. I could use a friend."

Marigold nodded, "Of course, Dawn. Why don't you come over? I just had
an afternoon of vigorous tanning to look forward to with some light
studying thrown in."

"Oo," said Dawn, "I'm not sure about the tanning bit. Any time I get
sun, I freckle."

"I know," said Marigold, "it's part of that sexy girl-next-door thing
you've got going."

"What?" asked Thule as he came out of his room, "the freckles?" He
smiled, "Definitely. Oh, and the blushing, too."



-=-

Once Thule had dropped them off, Marigold said to Dawn, "I'll have to
introduce you to my parents. They're a little bit scary, but don't let
them put you off. They mean well."

"Marigold," Jonas called from inside, "is that you?"

"Yes, sir," she called back, "and I brought a friend over."

Jonas came to the front door. He was wearing blue jeans and a gray
cardigan, "Hello," he said peremptorily to Dawn, "Hon, can you come in my
office? I think I deleted something I shouldn't have."

"Let me see," said Marigold, following him inside.

Jonas brought her into his office, around behind the desk, "Look," he
said, sounding flustered, "I had a spreadsheet open. Then, I hit something
and now it's blank."

Marigold looked it over, "Do you have any idea what you hit?"

Jonas looked helpless, "Something near the bottom, I think."

From the other side of the desk, Dawn said, "Did you maybe change
spreadsheets?"

"How do I do that?" Jonas asked.

Dawn came around the back where Marigold and Jonas were standing.
Taking the mouse, she clicked once and columns of numbers appeared on
screen, "Is that what you're looking for?"

"That's it," said Jonas, clapping his hands once in relief, "How did you
know to do that?"

"Office automation class," said Dawn, "I accidentally did what you did
in the middle of the midterm. I almost started crying before Oxana showed
me what I did wrong."

"Office automation," said Jonas, his voice somewhat distant, "Marigold,
did you ever take that?"

"No," said Marigold, "I would have liked to, but it would have
conflicted with either honors French or AP chemistry, both of which had
higher differentials."

"Right," said Jonas, "differentials. Marigold's going to be
Valedictorian."

"I know," said Dawn.

"Well," he said, "I won't keep you two. You've obviously got better
things to do than listen to an old man complain about these damned
machines. It was nice to meet you, ummm..."

"Dawn," said Marigold, "and you haven't met her yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Jonas, "where are my manners? It's nice to meet
you, Dawn."

"Dawn," said Marigold, "this is my stepfather, Jonas."

Dawn shook Jonas's hand, "It's nice to meet you, sir."

Jonas got a pained look on his face, "Don't call me sir, please.
Marigold only calls me that because I didn't want her calling me 'Dad' or
anything else that suggested I was trying to take her father's place and
she didn't want to call me Jonas."

Marigold said, "When was I ever allowed to call you Jonas?"

"What?" asked Jonas, "Oh, right until the wedding day. Then, you asked
me what you should call me now and I told you not to dishonor your father's
memory, but to find something appropriate. You came up with 'sir.'"

"I did?" asked Marigold, "Wait. I did, didn't I?"

Jonas nodded, "Yes. Now, if you two will excuse me, I lost an hour on
this stupid spreadsheet already." As he was shooing them out of his office,
he said, "Again, it's nice to meet you, Dawn. Thank you for figuring out
the spreadsheet thing." Once they were out of the office, he closed the
door behind them.

Dawn giggled, "I thought you said he was scary."

"I know," said Marigold, "He was mellow and vaguely befuddled. I wonder
if he's got low blood sugar or something." Then, as if thinking of
something else, she said, "We're about the same size, other than those legs
of yours. If you want to swim or sunbathe, I'm sure that I've got
something that will fit you."

"That would be great," said Dawn and up the stairs they went.

Upstairs, Marigold opened her walk-in closet, "I've got some stuff I
bought for New York and never got around to wearing, other than to try it
on in the store."

"Oh," asked Dawn, looking around Marigold's room, "What were you doing
in New York?"

Marigold emerged hurriedly, closing her bedroom door, locking it, and
turning on her stereo. When Dawn raised a quizzical eyebrow at her,
Marigold said, "Sorry about that. My parents don't know I went to New
York. They think I was at my aunt's."

"So," asked Dawn, dropping on the bed and sliding into Indian-style, her
elbows resting on her knees, "what were you doing in New York?"

Marigold sat down next to her, mimicking her pose in perpendicular,
"Thule was trying to sell this software he wrote and I went with him."

Dawn's eyes widened, "You did? For how long?"

"A weekend," said Marigold, "from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening."

Dawn giggled, "He is so romantic."

Marigold laughed. Then, once she started laughing, she found it hard to
stop. Soon, she was gasping for air.

"Obviously," said Dawn, puzzled, "I said something funny."

"Let's just say it wasn't like that," said Marigold, holding her ribs
from laughing, "Now, let's see what I have that you can wear."

"No," said Dawn, "you can't just say something like that and then leave
me to wonder. What happened in New York? Did you fight? Did he ignore
you and spend all of his time focusing on work?"

Marigold started giggling again. Dawn waited patiently. Finally, when
the giggles had subsided, Marigold began to explain, in some detail, what
the weekend had been like. That led to an explanation of how the
relationship had started. Marigold had been dying to talk to someone,
anyone about her relationship with Thule. And, even though Dawn's eyes
kept getting wider and her cheeks redder, she made a good audience, asking
the right questions, but mostly just letting Marigold tell her story.

"Oh...my....God," said Dawn slowly, awe clear in her voice, "He is so
romantic."

Impulsively, Marigold wrapped her arms around Dawn, hugging her, "I
thought I was the only one who would think so," she exclaimed.

"Lord, no," said Dawn, fanning herself with her hand, "How come nothing
like that never happened to me?"

"You probably didn't do anything awful enough to deserve it," said
Marigold. Immediately, internally, she flinched. She'd been hoping to
avoid the question that she'd just made more or less a certainty.

"Well," said Dawn, "I did once shoplift from the drug store on Columbia
Avenue. But, it's just as well that I didn't get caught because the store
owner was fat and bald and had hair in his ears and halitosis. But, what
did you do that was so bad?"

Marigold could hear the disbelief in Dawn's voice, thought she might be
able to sidestep the question with a glib comment. But, she steeled
herself and started talking. She found that she couldn't look at Dawn as
she spoke, so she stared at the pattern on her bedspread. Her faith didn't
believe in confession, but she imagined that this was what it felt like, to
unburden herself. She was just afraid that, when she stopped talking, she
would lose one of the two real friends she had.

When she finally fell silent, Dawn asked, "Marigold, are you okay?"

Marigold, who hadn't even realized she was crying, shook her head
miserably, "Oh, Dawn," she whispered, "I don't deserve him."

Dawn muttered a sympathetic sound and drew Marigold into her arms. As
Marigold cried herself out, Dawn rocked her like a child and pet her hair.
Marigold clung to her, holding on to Dawn's shoulder and burying her face
in Dawn's neck. The response was startlingly Thule-like. When Dawn kissed
her on top of the head, Marigold gave a little shudder of pleasure. She
wanted so badly to tilt her head back and be kissed properly. That sort of
kiss meant forgiveness, absolution.

Dawn leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then on the cheek.
Marigold trembled in anticipation, but seemingly at the last second, Dawn
pulled back.

"So," asked Marigold, "do you hate me?"

"No," said Dawn, quickly reassuing her, "not at all. And, you need to
stop beating yourself up about Thule. I've never seen anybody in love as
the two of you. You two are going to be together forever."

"I hope you're right," said Marigold quietly.

"Of course I'm right," said Dawn emphatically, "Now, why don't you go
wash your face so that we can get some swimming done before he gets dark."

Marigold nodded and slid off of Dawn's lap, "Second dresser on the
right, third draw, is this season's bathing suits. If you see anything
that looks good on you, grab it." Then, she went into the bathroom to wash
her face. When she emerged, Dawn was rummaging around in the closet.
Marigold stepped in behind her to see if she needed help.

Dawn rose from a crouch, bare from the waist up, "Tell me what you
think."

Marigold glanced down and asked, puzzled, "About your...."

"No," said Dawn, slapping her playfully on the arm, "I'm going to try on
a top." Seeing Marigold blush, she added, "You really thought I was asking
about my chest, didn't you?"

"Well," admitted Marigold, the flush rising in her cheeks, "I haven't
really had much experience with girl talk. I don't know."

Dawn slid on a red bikini top, relatively demure as the type went. She
held her shoulders back so that Marigold could get the full effect, "What
do you think?"

"Oh," said Marigold, surprised, "it looks really good on you, like you
picked it out yourself."

"It doesn't look too...chesty?" Dawn asked.

"I'm the wrong person to ask," admitted Marigold.

"Oh," said Dawn, getting flustered, "I didn't mean that you..."

"No," said Marigold, blushing again herself, "I wasn't saying....I just
mean that Elliot hated my chest, so I always thought that it was hideous."

"Oh, no," said Dawn, horrified, "you have beautiful breasts." Realizing
what she had said, Dawn blushed a deep crimson that went all the way down
into her cleavage.

They both stood there, blushing for a minute before Marigold said, "Why
don't you hand me the black one?"

Dawn did and Marigold backed out of the closet. Once she was around the
corner from where Dawn could see her, she leaned against the wall and
laughed silently to herself, getting it out of her system as quickly as
possible.

She was in the middle of changing when she felt Dawn's eyes on her back.
As she turned, Dawn asked, "So, how do I look?"

Marigold said, "Oh, that is so unfair."

"What?" asked Dawn, looking confused.

"I bought that one because it elongated my legs. Now, you wear it and
it looks like it's made for you, particularly in the legs. I hate you. I
want long legs like yours."

Dawn laughed, "What are you talking about? You have very pretty legs."

"Maybe," said Marigold, "but I'm so short."

"I think you're just right," said Dawn.

Marigold snapped on her top, "Well, I thank you for saying so. Are we
ready to go?"



-=-

Marigold's top didn't stay on long. As soon as she got out to the
poolside, she unsnapped it and took it off. Dawn looked around, "Is it
okay to...?"

"Sure," said Marigold, "Jonas accidentally saw me topless out here when
I was sixteen. He was too embarassed to look me in the eye for like two
weeks. If he needs to get a message to us, he'll send my mother out and
she's not here yet. We'll be able to see her coming up the street a long
ways. There's a fence around the pool and a fence around the yard. We
might as well be indoors."

"All right," said Dawn, still sounding uncertain, but stripping off her
top.

"Oh, wow," said Marigold, "you're starting to freckle already." She
patted the towel in front of her, "Come over here, so I can get some
sunscreen on you."

Dawn came and sat down facing Marigold. Marigold squeezed some lotion
on her hand and, starting with the tops of Dawn's feet, rubbing in broad
circles on her lower legs. Dawn smiled shyly as she did it. Then,
Marigold started working behind the knee. Dawn flinched, but Marigold made
a shusshing sound, stroking Dawn's leg, and continued working her way up.
As she got farther and farther up Dawn's inner thighs, Dawn stared at her,
clearly enjoying the sensation of being touched, clearly aware that
Marigold's hands were getting into sensitive territory, torn between
avoiding embarent and enjoying what was being done.

Marigold could see exactly the effect she was having on her younger
friend. She repressed the urge to chuckle. She had to admit that she was
enjoying the feeling of power it gave her to put Dawn in such a state.
"Stand up," she ordered, imitating Thule's delivery when he was ordering
her around sexually, "turn around." Dawn did. Marigold rubbed lotion on
the tops of Dawn's legs.

"Now, sit down," she ordered, "facing away from me." Dawn obeyed.
Marigold felt a twinge of pity for Dawn. The younger girl couldn't be sure
that Marigold was seducing her. Only Marigold knew for sure. As she
rubbed lotion in Dawn's shoulders and down her back, she slowly inched
forward. By the time she'd finished Dawn's back, she was easily close
enough to reach around and rub lotion on Dawn's stomach. Dawn actually
gasped when Marigold's hand snaked around. Marigold did chuckle then,
using one hand to pull Dawn backwards so that the backs of her shoulders
rested on the front of Marigold's. Dawn relaxed into her, her back pressed
against Marigold's belly and breasts. Her eyes were closed now, her
breathing shallow.

As Marigold's hands rose from Dawn's ribs, sliding into her cleavage,
Marigold murmured, practically right in the taller girl's ear, "You'll have
to do your own face. I don't want to get any in your eyes." Dawn nodded,
stiffening so as not to react to Marigold's hands cupping her breasts now.
Marigold worked efficiently, but did not hurry.

When she pulled her hands away, Dawn was trembling. Marigold handed her
the bottle of lotion, "Okay," she said, "Do your face. Then, do me." Dawn,
who was squeezing out some lotion, squeezed the bottle too hard and it
slipped from her hand, flying into the pool. Marigold started giggling and
couldn't stop, even to help Dawn stretch out over the surface of the water
and retrieve it.

When Dawn came back, she did her face quickly. Then, having Marigold
stand up, she followed more or less the same plan that Marigold had. The
difference was that she was skittish where Marigold had been bold. As Dawn
skirted the edge of her bikini bottom, Marigold said, "Make sure you don't
miss any spots." Then, again, when Dawn was covering her breasts, Marigold
said, "Make sure you rub it in good. I don't want it washing off in the
pool." Even so, Dawn's touch never moved beyond warmly clinical. Marigold
frowned to herself. Having never been on this end of a seduction, she
hadn't realized how tricky it might be.

As Marigold was putting lotion on her face, she said, "The pool might be
kind of cold." By the way Dawn dove in, Marigold thought that she must have
decided that a shock of cold water was just what the doctor ordered.



-=-

The next few hours passed in relative idyll. They alternately swam and
sunbathed, read, talked and laughed. Most of what Marigold would remember
of that afternoon was how much they laughed. It was the sort of friendship
she hadn't had in years, if ever, the sort of friendship she should have
had with Maya if she hadn't poisoned it from the very start.

At the same time, she kept up her flirtation with Dawn, touching
stroking, hugging, staying closer than mere friendship granted permission
for. Marigold thought she was incredibly bold, but Dawn still seemed
afraid, unsure of whether she was being seduced or just reading too much
into Marigold's affection. Marigold knew she was being a horrible tease,
but even Thule would not be able to object if he knew her full attentions.

As darkness became an undeniable fact, they went inside. Holly looked
up from her cooking, "Oh, Marigold, I didn't know you had company. Will
she be staying for dinner?"

"If I can..." said Dawn, "I didn't realize how late it was."

"Of course," said Marigold's mother, "I always make plenty. I hope you
like lasagna and meatballs."

"Yes," said Dawn demurely, "thank you."

Marigold grinned, "Mom, would it be okay if Dawn stayed over tonight?"

Dawn looked at her, startled. Holly just said, "It's fine with me, but
check with Jonas."

Marigold stepped into Jonas's study, "Jonas," she said quietly, "Dawn's
had kind of a rough day today. Would it be all right if she stayed over
tonight?"

"Sure," said Jonas, "if it's okay with her parents. Is it something I
can help with?"

"No," said Dawn, "it's just boy troubles. Nothing serious."

"Boys are nothing but trouble," grumbled Jonas good-naturedly, "I used
to be one myself. You stay away from them."

"Yes, sir," said Dawn, glancing meaningfully at Marigold, "I'll see what
I can do."



-=-

Marigold had to resist the urge to join Dawn in the shower, but the risk
of discovery was still too great and dinner was waiting. Instead, she took
her clothes down to the guest bathroom and took a quick shower. She
touched herself only lightly, preferring the longing ache she felt right
now to a quick fix.

Downstairs, over dinner, Holly asked, "Should I make up the guest room
for Donna?"

"Actually, Mom," Marigold corrected gently, "her name is Dawn. And, I
thought she could stay with me. That way we can stay up for a while,
talking or whatever, before we go to sleep."

Her mother nodded. Dawn kept her face carefully neutral. Marigold
smiled and dished herself more salad.

As Dawn and Marigold were sitting, chatting in the living room, the
television droning in the background ignored, Jonas stuck his head in,
"Dawn," he asked, "will you be joining us for church tomorrow?"

"Sure," Dawn said, "I haven't been to church in years."

"Great," said Jonas, "You two don't stay up too late, then. I'll see
you in the morning."

"Good night, Jonas," said Marigold.

They sat there talking for another half hour or so, the conversational
pauses becoming longer and more meaningful.

Finally, Marigold stood up, "We should get to bed, then." Dawn nodded
and followed her upstairs. Once the door was closed and locked and the
stereo on low, Marigold asked, "Do you want me to find something for you to
sleep in or..."

"That would be great," said Dawn a trifle too quickly.

Marigold went into the closet and emerged with a long, white t-shirt
that read, "Windows 2000 gold release."

"You have vendor t-shirts?" Dawn asked, holding it.

"Actually," said Marigold, "it's Thule's. It got mixed in with my
luggage in New York."

Dawn looked at it uncertainly. Marigold added, "I did wash it. I just
haven't given it back yet."

"I just don't know if I should wear Thule's shirt," said Dawn, her voice
vaguely reverent.

Marigold shrugged, "Suit yourself. I could find you..."

"No..." said Dawn, deciding quickly, "I'll wear it."

Marigold smiled and started to undress.

Later, after ablutions had been done, Marigold asked, "Do you have a
side you prefer?"

"I don't know," admitted Dawn, "I've never shared a bed before."

"Never?" asked Marigold, cocking an eyebrow.

Dawn shook her head, "Never."

"Well," said Marigold sitting on one edge of the bed, "I like this side.
Why don't you get in over there?" She slid under the sheets. Dawn got in
awkwardly, staying as far away from Marigold as she physically could
without falling out of the bed.

Marigold turned off the light. Lying on her side facing Dawn, she said,
"Dawn, you can move a lot closer. I don't take up a lot of bed."

Dawn scootched closer to Marigold, lying on her side and facing away.
Marigold curled up closer to her, moving in a little at a time until she
was spooning Dawn. Her hand lay gently across Dawn's stomach, her
fingertips gently teasing through the shirt.

For a few minutes, she just held Dawn there, listening to the other
girl's shallow breathing, feeling her body quiver with anticipation. Then,
Dawn said, "Marigold, you know I'm...you know I like girls, right?"

Marigold's hand slid down to the bare flesh just above Dawn's knee,
"I've heard you say so," said Marigold, her hand sliding up under the
shirt, tracing a line up Dawn's inner thigh, "but, I have yet to see you do
anything about it."

Dawn rolled towards Marigold. Marigold wrapped her free hand behind
Dawn's head, drew her in and kissed her, slowly and sweetly. Dawn's mouth
opened and her tongue darted out. Marigold's hand slid up to rest on
Dawn's bottom, fingertips stroking the silky material of her underpants.
As the kiss went on, she slid Dawn's panties down and free, her hand coming
back up to the already moist place between her younger friend's thighs.
Dawn sighed in pleasure as Marigold's fingertip entered her teasingly.

"Wait," said Dawn when the first kiss broke, "I thought you were the one
who told me less than a month ago that I was too pretty to be a lesbian."

A month, thought Marigold. It might as well be a million years ago.
The person she'd been then was barely recognizable now. But, that was too
much to explain. So, instead, she just said, "I was right." Sliding a
finger deeper inside of Dawn and kissing her briefly again, she added,
"Much too pretty."

Dawn gasped and trembled. Marigold continued to stroke her friend's
clitoris and plant small, gentle kisses on her mouth. Soon, Dawn's hips
were rising and falling, the pleasure building up her body. But, she was
fighting it.

"It's all right," whispered Marigold, "no one will hear us if we keep it
reasonably quiet."

"It's not that," said Dawn, moaning, "It's...Thule."

Marigold chuckled, "Is that why you've been fighting this all day? Oh,
Dawn. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. Thule and I have a lot
of living left to do. We love each other and want to be married one day,
but neither one of us is ready yet."

Dawn writhed so that she impaled herself more deeply on Marigold's
finger. Within a few seconds, her body was trembling, a harsh moan
escaping her lips. Marigold slid down the length of the bed, sliding
Dawn's t-shirt up so that she could lay her head at the apex of Dawn's
thighs. Then, her tongue darted out, teasing, licking, probing, working
around and past her finger. Dawn's moans were low and guttural. Marigold
tried to remember what Thule had done to make her so crazy and, while she
doubted she approached his facility in the field, received no complaints
from Dawn, who gripped her by the hair, holding her in place.

"Oh, God," she whispered loudly, "Oh, Marigold. Oh, please don't stop."
And, for a long time, Marigold obliged, her hands sliding up to push away
Dawn's t-shirt until Dawn got the hint, stripping herself and then
Marigold.

Marigold slid up to put her head back on the pillow, kissing Dawn.
Meanwhile, her finger continued to probe, now joined by a second one. As
she kissed Dawn, Dawn's hand snaked down, slid inside of Marigold's
panties, and between her legs. Marigold wiggled to give Dawn a better
angle and soon, Dawn was stroking her clit while Marigold returned the
favor. Both of them sussurated their pleasure, moaning occasionally,
Dawn's entire body trembling with pleasure, Marigold's gaining ground
quickly. Then, Dawn slid down, one hand and her lips stroking and teasing
Marigold's breasts. Marigold felt herself lose control and came, moaning
into the pillow. Dawn kept stroking and licking Marigold's nipples, using
her tongue like a cat would until Marigold felt her neat, even progression
of orgasms starting to fray, tumbling in on her now, one on top of another.
As she lay there with her eyes rolled back in her head, she thought
abstractly of how absurdly inefficient it was to pile so much pleasure on
her all pell mell like that. Surely, it must be spilling out of her body,
soaking the sheets and carpet. All she could reach of Dawn was her head.
So, she held on for dear life, swearing to herself that she would get even
with Dawn when she could.

She got the opportunity. When Dawn slid back up into her arms, now
coated in a thin sheen of sweat, she slid two fingers back into Dawn,
fucking her with them like they were a cock. Dawn's hips rose and fell,
her eyes closed against the pleasure that washed over her. Then, Marigold
slid one finger out of her and teased Dawn's anus with it. Dawn's eyes
flew open in startled surprise. Whatever she saw in Marigold's eyes caused
her to shudder and moan, but she didn't speak, only pushed Marigold's face
into her chest. Marigold kissed and licked Dawn's nipples, knowing how
good it must feel to be on the receiving end. Their two bodies writhed
together like caducean snakes, seeking and giving pleasure.

Three times, Marigold lay back, thinking she was spent. And, three
times, Dawn convinced her otherwise, licking, teasing, and penetrating.
The fourth time, she caught Dawn before she could pounce again, "No more,"
she begged, "please....I can't. I can't take any more. You have to stop."

"You started it," said Dawn, pouting, but she acquiesced, coming back up
to lie in Marigold's arms, her hand gently stroking Marigold's bottom.

"I've just wanted to fuck you for so long," said Dawn, "so very long."

"You have?" asked Marigold, surprised.

Dawn nodded, "Since we were cheerleaders together. You were the first
girl I ever realized I wanted. You were so pretty and so sad. I just
wanted to hold you and make love to you."

Marigold, who hadn't been a cheerleader since her sophomore year, just
nodded and kissed Dawn gently, "You were the first girl I wanted, too," she
said.

Dawn's eyes widened, "How long have you known?"

"About a week," said Marigold, smiling.

They fell asleep like that, Marigold taking one last glance to make sure
that the door to the hallway was locked so that none would intrude.
Marigold, Part 14 by Vulgar Argot (FF, rom)

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Monday, July 26, 2004

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Silent

H. Jekyll

MF, Mf, Ff, bdsm, nc, some scat: story codes refer to the series, not to
specific chapters.

Chapter Four: The stocks


She looked at the stocks blankly, dumbly, wondering when he had had time to
install them. They were low. She would have to kneel very low indeed to be
placed in them. There were holes for her neck and her wrists, just above the
floor, and they were padded with what looked like suede. The area on which she
would kneel, on which he now told her to kneel, felt like gym mats. She put her
neck through the large center opening and her wrists through the two on the
sides. He closed the top down. The fit was very snug, as though he had made
them for her. He spread her knees and ankles apart and fastened them with
something. She cooperated completely, and was not uncomfortable.

He brought over a device that was plugged into a wall socket. It was small,
like a computer mouse, with two long probes, each of which was insulated except
for the last half inch.

He said, "I don't like all the bruises you're getting. I need to punish you
without leaving so many marks. This should help." He touched the probes to a
nipple, pushed a button on the device, and her nipple instantly exploded in a
burst of electricity that completely knocked the wind from her body.

Actually her nipple did not explode, though it grew stiff and erect to
proportions that she would not have recognized if she had been able to see it.
The electricity felt just like it did when she put her finger in a light socket
as a child. Without wind her cry was a breathless one, and before she could
properly draw a breath he touched the probed to her ass and shocked her again.

It was worse than the whippings. It coursed completely through her and made
her muscles all convulse against each other. He was bringing the probes up
toward her breasts again. She started begging again, forgetting that he used
that as an excuse to extend her punishment, and she struggled in her bonds. She
twisted and pulled her head and arms, screaming for him to please stop, she
couldn't take this. She couldn't move, though, and became claustrophobic. The
stocks were choking her. He touched her other nipple and it exploded like the
first one.

She was screaming without any stop, and was pushing and pulling on the stocks,
pushing upwards from her folded legs in an effort to break open the top. She
couldn't even make it move. He touched her clitoris and she contracted in a
fucking motion, piss streaming between her legs. Her screaming was at a higher
pitch now. He pushed one probe up her rectum, and the other up her vagina,
pushing each smoothly forward until it bumped against something. He said, "This
will hurt you," and pushed the button. It bit in her cervix and rectum and
contracted everything in her lower abdomen. There was nothing in her to expel,
or the probes would have been fouled.

He touched one probe to one nipple and one to the other. She couldn't move,
was starting to get some breath again and moaning hopelessly. Just saying
"Nooo.." He touched the button and her heart seemed to convulse and she blacked
out.

She opened her eyes and he was squatting in front of her. She couldn't close
her mouth because he had jammed some rubber dental blocks between her teeth. He
said, "You want me to stop? I'll stop when you show me your obedience. Now, to
show me what a sweet, obedient little thing you are, you have to stick out your
tongue and touch these electrodes. That's all you have to do, and I'll cancel
the punishment."

He held the probes toward her face and she pulled her head back as far as she
could into the stocks, she was so afraid. "No? Then we'll start over." He
put the probes back to one of her nipples while she started screaming again,
then pushed the button again. She was trying to scream "I'll do it," but
couldn't talk with the blocks in her mouth. He brought the probes around to her
face again. "Second chance?"

Her eyes bugged out. She stared at the probes and tried to make herself touch
them but couldn't do it. He started moving them away again, when she closed her
eyes, pushed her tongue out as far as she could and lunged at them. Her tongue
swelled, the electricity hit her hard in the face, and she was knocked semi-
conscious again. She would have shattered her teeth if not for the blocks.

Everything was done methodically. He put away the tools, then cleaned her.
He caressed her face and told her she was going to be a wonderful slave. Then
he inserted the ear plugs, attached the blindfold, turned on the white noise,
and left her alone in the blackened room.

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He left her a long time again. She wanted unconsciousness, but she couldn't
get it. When she'd start to drift she'd feel the jolts of electricity and her
whole body would tense again. She awoke disoriented, not knowing where she was
or why she couldn't rise or move. She yelled in panic. She was covered in
sweat but was cold.

When he returned she was drifting again. She first knew he was there when he
touched her ass. She cried and begged him not to hurt her. She thought he was
going to shock her again. Instead he dried her with a large, thick towel, and
used baby powder all over her. He fondled her ass, very softly while doing
this, lightly, running his hand across her anus and down her labia. He spent
some time tickling the insides of her thighs, then lubricated her vagina and
pulled on her labia, letting his fingers slip off the ends, over and over. He
pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and pumped them in and out slowly. She
could see and hear nothing, feel almost nothing else. Again, he made her feel
desire, and despise herself. It was so easy.

He pulled out her ear plugs. "Now I'm going to fuck your ass, and I'm going
to teach you how to do it right. Have you ever been fucked there?" She shook
her head. "What have you ever had in there? Talk."

She had trouble talking again. He would know if she lied. She couldn't try
to keep secrets. She spoke out into the darkness: "My husband. Sometimes he
puts a finger in me."

"And you like it."

Silence. Then, "Yes" in that small voice.

"Only a finger?"

"Yes. Well. Once, once we were playing and he used a vegetable, a zucchini.
But, but it hurt and he didn't do it again."

"Your husband is much more considerate than I am. I'm sure he'd love to fuck
your ass with his little prick. I am going to fuck you with my monster. It
won't hurt much once you learn to get fucked right. Now that's enough talking."

The whole time they were talking he was caressing her body, her ass, and
occasionally her breasts, running his fingernails down her sides to her lower
belly and her cunt, petting her cunt. He continued after they stopped, she
unable to move, unable to stop him from playing with her, unable to see or to
feel things with her hands, unable to concentrate on something, anything, other
than his caresses. She tried to muster some rebellion.

"It's not little."

"Oh, being bold again. I'll have to punish you for that. You are learning so
slowly. Maybe we can enlighten you about the situation by using some more
electricity."

Her faux courage crumbled around her. She rushed to try to set things
straight. "I'm sorry. Please, I won't do that again. Please, I'll be so good
for you. I can't take that again. Please, master, let me show you how good I
can be."

This really was as good as it could get. His prick threatened to explode
right then, becoming even less fleshy and more bony.

"You'll show me how good you can be anyway. And this display of begging is
disgusting. I have to punish you for that, too." She was crying through the
blindfold, so afraid that now he would hurt her forever. "Oh very well. You
can see that sometimes I'm too indulgent, but I don't want punishments to get in
the way of our fucking. And there are so many punishments you already have
coming to you. So, if you can show me complete, sweet submission, I'll
considering letting this go."

"Yes, master, I'll be good, you'll see..."

"Yes. I'm sure I will. Now what is it that isn't little?"

"My husband's penis. It isn't little ..."

He laughed a good, hearty laugh. "Well, I'm sure he's a stallion. Or at
least perfectly adequate. Maybe I should get it for you. Cut it off and bring
it to you? Then you could do whatever you wanted with it."

She was completely silent. Oh no! Don't do that. She knew he could.

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He prepared her ass for fucking. He used a large amount of lubricant and
began working her open, using a finger, two fingers, a thumb, two thumbs. He
told her to open her ass and she tried to help. He didn't particularly want to
hurt her doing this. Getting the pleasure and dominating her were enough. He
could hurt her whenever he wanted. So he massaged around and around the inside
of her anus, stretching it slowly open.

It was so odd, to have someone working on her anus like that, opening her body
for himself. When he brought the head of his penis to her she clamped down in
fear, but her ordered her to open and she tried to. She tried to relax her
anus, to not impede him. When he told her to push out, she did. She felt the
big end of his penis pushing, pushing, then suddenly the head was in. There was
so much pressure on her anus, but it didn't hurt very much. Then he pushed
deliberately all the way inside her, and her ass was so full that she made a
high-pitched grunt, then several whimpering pants.

He had hit the end of her rectum, but because he was so big he wasn't all the
way in, so he pushed harder, and this did hurt. She felt like she was cramping
up. She gasped "Oh!" She couldn't believe the amount of sensation inside her.
He pulled almost all the way out of her, which felt to her like she was
eliminating some enormous turd, then pushed all the way back in. She went "oh"
again. Her anus was cramping around his prick. He stopped, deep inside her,
and gave instructions. "That's right. When I push in you push out like you're
trying to shit. That'll give me the most sensation. Hold your ass tight around
my dick the whole time. Time your pushes to my thrusts."

He fucked out and in again, and she did what he had said. She wanted him to
know she was submitting to him. "That's a good girl. Keep doing it." He used
strokes that started slow and speeded up as he got in deep, so that his pubic
bone slammed against her ass and the head of his cock banged into the end of her
rectum. There was a shock wave when he hit, and as it coursed through her flesh
it tweaked some pleasure along with the hurt. That surprised her.

He decided to force pleasure on her, and began playing with her labia in that
milking motion, pulling one side then the other while he fucked her, letting his
hand slip off the end of one lip before pulling on the other. She was so full,
forcing her concentration on her bowels, and then there were his hands. She
didn't want him to stop. She was afraid that he would get her high then leave
her, like before, as part of her . All that she was aware of was the
shock of his cock pushing into her and his hands working her cunt. He kept
milking her pussy, softly for a man, but over and over. He adjusted the timing
of the milking to match his thrusts, so that she was pushing out at him and
feeling his dick force the walls of her rectum apart at the same time that he
milked. She wanted to move, to help the pleasure, but the stocks held her
immobile. She was making those rare little whimpering cries that men so love,
and he kept milking her, and then she orgasmed explosively, crying out loudly
and hyperventilating as the buzzing of it started from a small spot in her belly
and moved all the way out to her hands and her feet, making her light-headed.
It went on and on.

He came inside her at almost the same time and kept his penis inside her for
some time after he was finished. He stroked her back and ass lightly while he
did this. She was always very sensitive after orgasms, so this made her quake
several times. She was drifting in great languor, floating, tiny fingers of
pleasure still moving in her, knowing she had never experienced anything like
that. She forgot for the moment to hate herself.

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He pulled out of her and came around to her face. Her ass felt gaping. He
knelt and put his softened penis up to her mouth. She could smell the smell of
shit before he got it to her, and that brought her back to earth. She screwed
up her courage and sucked in the end of the head and began licking it clean.
She heaved when she found obvious shit, held herself still until it passed, and
continued until she had the whole thing in her mouth again and had cleaned
everything off of it. She wasn't sure she could do it without vomiting, but she
managed. He had her hold his penis in her mouth for a long time while he
caressed her hair. On a whim, he put some lubricant on her breasts, then pumped
them for awhile, like milking a cow. He seemed taken with the idea of milking
her. She remained still, holding his penis in. He even kept it in her while he
put in the ear plugs. Then he pulled out of her and left her alone in the dark
and silence.

Some time later she began throwing up.

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