Consider

By:
J.D. Hoeye


Chapter
LXII


Tina and I stopped to talk with Lavern and Art on our way out of the library. They hadn't noticed when we came in, but were watching when we raised Tamm on the Chandelier. Astonishment would have described their reaction to what they were seeing, and curiosity was burning in them as we approached.

"Geof, just what in blazes are you doing?" Art was probably right to be at least upset, it was one of his women I was abusing.

I replied, "If you want civil answers, then come with me, now, please."

Art got up off Lavern and grabbed his skirt. Lavern, still wore her clothes, but the robe was open and her restraints were showing along with her recently vacated receptacle. She lay still, glaring at me for taking her occupant, then rose from the sofa and walked out the door without a word. Everyone else in the room followed close behind her except Tamm, who wasn't going anywhere.

Lavern stopped in the hall and whirled about, firing on me, "Now I want to know," her voice was loud with rage and her eyes sparked as she spoke, "the answer to Art's question."

Tina stepped up to Lavern and in her even, firm voice, said, "You'll both get your answers, as soon as Tamm can't hear what we say, now follow me." Tina walked up the hall. We followed.

Tina took us to Art's gallery, and hopped on the bed claming it for hers. I sat by her while Art and Lavern, neither of whom had bothered to dress, pulled up some chairs from nearby. When we were all settled, Art started the ball rolling by asking, "Well, what are you doing, and who is the manx with you now?"

I quickly introduced Art to Tina, then asked Tina if she and Lana had a meet set up.

"Yes, I'm to report to Lana as soon as I know the situation is stable up here."

"I think it's time for you to report, and have Lana come back with you, please." I replied.

Tina rose and exited the room.

Art and Lavern both started asking questions at the same time when Tina had left, and I just held up my hand for silence until they finally began to ask one at a time.

Lavern, "Just what's the big idea Geof, the way I understood things, I'd been selected for some reason to show Art what mating was all about, but now I'm beginning to wonder?"

"Lavern, the fact is your partner showed her true colors down in the living room when the decision for us to stay the night was made. Tamm is Sandy's counterpart." When I'd finished, Lavern simply sat with her eyes wide open, looking at me.

*** *** *** *** ***

Lana and Tina appeared shortly. Tina had already told Lana what we had done with Tamm, the Tower Two spy, so Lana started right in on me.

"Geof, I don't know if I should congratulate you or be angry. You took some terrible chances when you assumed the situation here in Tower Two is like the situation in Tower One, our Tower. I've just come from a planning meeting with the concubines of this tower, and the fact is that they wanted to know who was doing the spying for the Counsel. Now they know. They are also left with the problem of what to do with the spy, because now they can't just be aware, they must act."

I was burning under Lana's blistering reprimand for my acting independently, made all the worse by Art's witnessing the event.

"But," Lana continued, "there is a way to fix the damage done, but it is Art who must do that for us, and his concubines here in Tower Two." Lana turned to Art, "It will be up to you during the course of the next few weeks to make sure your prisoner in the library is pregnant, absolutely sure. If the situation makes no sense to you, then remember this one point. For your friends continued health and safety, the woman in your library must be taken out of the general population by the Counsel of six. Her pregnancy will do that."

Lana rose and beckoned for Tina and Lavern to follow her. They'd just reached the door when Lana stopped and said, "Dinner is in about half an hour, shall I send for you?"

"Yes, please do." I replied for Art and myself.

When the women had gone Art said, "There is something not clear here."

I asked, "And what's that?"

Art, "A few hours ago, you raped the redhead in front of me, and she accepted it as natural. Just now she blasted you for your actions, and you accepted it as natural. Just who in hell is in charge of your little group, them or you?"

I replied, "Politically, they are. Sexually, I am."

Art, "I think I need a drink. This isn't making any sense at all."

"The drink's not a bad idea, I could use one too. But you'll excuse me if I suggest the situation isn't as hard to understand as you imply."

Art led the way to the library liquor buffet, and poured us each a stiff drink.

I continued, "We are in the city, which we know is ruled by women. Therefore we are living under the political rule of these women, and there is really nothing we can do to change that. On the other hand we are here, in these towers, as studs. We are supposed to be making love to these women to perpetuate our species. The problem is, it hasn't worked because nobody can force a man to mate against his will. We both know it just doesn't work, and there are some women in this city who know it too."

"Apparently I am the first man to have broken out of my shell, and actually mate with the concubines supplied to me by the Counsel of Six, who unwittingly are using women who are part of a political movement, who's main goal is to end the separation of the sexes, and with it mankind's headlong rush into extinction."

Arts face lit up with some degree of understanding, than he said, "And this political movement is outlawed by the Counsel, for which this one is spying." With that statement, he indicated the captive at the other end of the room, "because the Counsel fears that if the breeding program is successful, it will end their political hold on the women."

"Exactly."

Art, "But they're right, by the way your women act, the women who become your mates, also become your servants."

"Only in bed," I paused to let the comment soak in, "Only in bed." another pause, "At least at first, that is."

Art was still soaking up that bit of information when we were told it was time for dinner by a messenger.


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