The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Waking up, chap 7

So my first round of ’study sessions’ was just about over. 4 women, almost all of them every day, and several acts of coitus with each. It was really exhausting. You have heard the maxim “Do something you love doing and you will never work a day in your life”? Yeah, well, for the first time in my life, sex had become WORK and it sucked. I vowed to tone it down. I never thought that I would ever say “sex 6 or 8 times a day with three different women is not what I want to be doing for a month” but that is what I was thinking. I decided then and there that it was going to be ONE person a day, maybe occasionally two, but never three. I was going to pace myself, not burn myself out, and go so much slower. There was another issue that had cropped up. I was always so tired after the first 3 ladies that I sort of skimped with Mary, except that I would devote myself to her for at least 4 hours every weekend and worship her body. Just her. Mary had become very dear to me. Mary is special to me. I met her first, her first thought was of getting me to help her sisters by tutoring them to improve their French, she introduced me to the sorority and all my new sisters, I really bonded with her when I went all Marine on that asshole that night in front of the sorority. I slept with her (and I do mean slept, not sex, because I was so tired after the other 3) about 5 times a week. I was too tired to do much in the sex department. I just enjoyed spending time with her. I realized that I may be falling for her. And May-December romances rarely work out, but she seemed to adore me.

This came to a head when… whoops, back up a bit. I asked each ’special study student’ individually, whether active or not, if they would mind if I invited ALL of them to meet one another. That would obviously mean everybody participating (or who would be participating) in the ’study sessions’ would know who else was getting lessons. You would know everyone, and everyone in the group would know you to be a part of the ’study sessions’ group. They all agreed. So once a week, we would get together in a ‘group session’ to TALK. Any issues, did anybody experiment outside the group that week, how did it go, what worked on the guy and what didn’t, etc. This is one of the few times that I would give un-asked-for opinions and suggestions to the ’special’ sisters, such as “well, he sounds like he really only cares about himself, and not very much about you as a person or your opinions. Is that what you want?” Or “I’m going to give everybody some advice which I’ve already given to the current four. Don’t have sex too early in a relationship—definitely not in the first 4-6 months. He will probably start thinking of you as a slut, even if it is only subconsciously. If you give it up too early, in his mind you’ll be a slut. And he’ll tell his friends, and the guys who want sluts are going to be the ones asking you out. Honestly, you should avoid all the ego-centric boys that think of themselves as better than just about everyone else. You should be looking for nice guys. So maybe they aren’t the most handsome or the richest. The are the ones that you can be friends with, who could be ‘partner material’. End of rant.”

So the reason that I did the ‘rewind’ was because at the meeting last week, one of the ladies said “I hope I am not speaking out of turn here, but you seem to be spending a lot of time with Mary. You sleep together most nights. Why only her?” Me: “OK, first, remember the ’no jealousy’ rule? Don’t forget about it. The reason is because I feel guilty. I am being drained every day—NO pun intended. By the time it is Mary’s turn, I am exhausted and can’t do much. And I feel guilty about it. She never complains. So most of the time we climb into bed together, talk for a while and then go to sleep—no sex. We basically have intimacy without sex. In fact, she is the only one of the four I have been working with these past 4 weeks who I am not graduating because she has less than half the time having sex, half the experience of you other three. So that’s why we spend nights together.

After that mtg, I asked Mary to join me in my room. Me: “I hope that I didn’t embarrass you with all that at the end.” Mary: “Well, it was the truth, and I found it sweet. I didn’t realize you felt that way. And I really do like cuddling with you.” Me: “Apparently nobody has noticed that I manage to find several hours every weekend to worship every inch of your body.” I blushed and so did Mary. I spent every evening with Mary for the next 9 days, until Christmas vacation. It was a lot more rewarding (and fun) when I wasn’t so tired. We fucked every night, me like a crazed bunny. Mary had to start using two pillows to smother the sounds of her orgasms. Every night I always did her (at least once) “Doggy Style” because she loved it. Also, most nights “cowgirl” as well because I love playing with her tits while I fuck her. Actually, I just love playing with her tits. They are beautiful ‘C’ cup, perfectly shaped, no sag. Sometimes, as a treat or just to cheer me up, she’ll wear a t-shirt and no bra around that house. That always cheers me up!

The next day I had a very emotional meeting with the 3 who had tested positive for STDs, and explained that they would have to wait another month or two and retake a STD panel before they could join my ’study sessions’. I said “You don’t have any stigma, or a big red ‘A’ on your shirt, but I just can’t put your sister’s health in jeopardy. You understand, right? As soon as you both pass another STD test in about 6 weeks, you will be free to join. You just have to wait a little bit longer, that’s all.”

I then went and collected the next group of 4 ’study session’ girls and we had a meeting in my room. (Strangely, I generally call them either ‘ladies’ or ‘sisters’, but when it concerns the ’study session’, I call them ‘girls’.) Me: “Listen, I am sure that you never expected to hear a guy say this, but I want to have less sex. (All the girls laughed.) Yeah, I presented it as a joke, but I am serious (Confused and worried looks on their faces.) Don’t worry, let me explain. Listen, I did ’Turbo Sessions’ the first time around. I had sex with most of the girls involved in the first ’study session’, all of them, every single day. I was exhausted by the end of the day, and am still exhausted now. I really need this break during vacation. You all heard in the group meeting that Mary really got short-changed because she was last. And really, so did the third girl each night. But I am going to completely revamp the training schedule and organization this time. ONLY with your permission, I would like to do the first week or so in group sessions. That means with all 4 of you in the same room, one doing, three watching. I will swap girls in and out from ‘watching’ to ‘doing’ several times during each session. The ‘beginning subjects’ are foreplay, erogenous zones and blowjobs. In those areas, you CAN learn just by watching, and then experience it yourself by doing. That will speed up the first part of the sessions so that we can get more quickly to the fucking part. So are you willing to do group sessions for the ‘beginning subjects’? (I got an immediateYES from all 4.) I am warning you, you WILL be giving lots of blowjobs. I have never met a man who said to me ‘I hate blowjobs’ (laughter), so it really is an important skill to learn, and learn well. So LOTS of blowjobs. AND I will only be having ONE session per day with ONE girl once we get to fucking. Unless you don’t mind doing it in pairs. I’d do one or two positions with the 1st, explaining what and why I am doing what I am doing, maybe trying a few variations, then put on a new condom and do the same stuff to the 2nd one while the first watches. One advantage is that the first will watch and see what she just experienced but didn’t see it while it was happening to her. Doing the ‘group sessions’ all together means getting to the fucking lessons faster. If we do the fucking part in pairs, you get fucked more, and more often. What do you think? (Enthusiastic YES was heard from all.) The days of me fucking all afternoon and most of the evening until I am drop-dead tired are OVER.

I would like to suggest something else. There are 3 girls who signed up well before you, and really should be in sessions this time around, but they will have scheduling conflicts next quarter, at least at the beginning. Can they also participate in the early group sessions? Maybe just to watch and learn, but mostly not participate, so as to not slow things down for you four? I think it is unfair for these 3 sisters to get completely skipped over just because they are dedicated to their studies. So they get the initial information at the same time as you, and I can go much faster with them later on when it gets to the practical. (Agreement from all.) OK, when we get back from vacation, we will set up a tentative schedule. The ‘beginning’ group session we will probably do late afternoon or early evening because everyone should be available then. After we split into pairs, we will schedule around your class schedule. And the pairs will be made based on class schedules as well.

I went back to talk with the 3 who had tested positive for STDs. I said: ”I have some good news for you, I think. I got so tired the way I ran this past quarter’s session that I am changing everything. The first few subjects can be learned by listening, watching, and then doing. We are starting with group sessions for the ‘beginning subjects’, which are foreplay, erogenous zones and blowjobs. At the moment, they will be group sessions of 4, with me talking, and showing, while 3 watch and 1 does. Then we swap the ‘doer’ with one of the watchers, several times during each session, so everyone gets the physical experience and re-hears the lesson a few more times. It will help to remember. I told the new 4 that I think it is unfair for 3 sisters who signed up earlier than them to get skipped over because of scheduling conflict the beginning of next quarter. I asked if it would be alright with them if you could join them for the initial group sessions, if YOU wanted to. Obviously, any of you can say no. Also obviously there will be no physical, intimate interaction between you 3 and us before your next STD test. THEY don’t know about the tests. But, this should make it easier and faster for you when you pass your STD tests, since you will have already absorbed the mental knowledge, and just need to do the physical practice. I really tried to find some sort of middle ground solution, and I hope this makes it a little easier for you to have to wait. The 3 girls were all crying at this point, saying “thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou. This is wonderful.”

Me: “All seven of us will get together at the end of vacation and go over possible schedules. G’nite and happy holidays!”

About 8 days before everyone ‘flew the coop’ for Xmas, there was a last ‘house meeting night’ for the end of quarter recap. Mom said “nothing is really finalized just yet, but it’s pretty darn close at this point. So let’s recap this quarter :

Me, standing up: “May I address the assembly at the moment, madam president? (Everybody knew that when I called her ‘madam president’ instead of mom, that I was being serious). I received permission. “It’s about Timmy’s. First, I had no idea that he made that offer. If any of you ladies would like to learn basic mechanic skills, I say go for it. It really is useful knowledge that you can use for the rest of your life. Secondly, I think that a ’style change’ is about due. Timmy will have to sign off on it, but my idea (and I bet that all of the customers will love it) is that some of you, whoever is comfortable with it, will wear the tightest, sheerest white T-shirt that will fit you when you work on the cars—with no bra. (Stunned silence, followed by cheers, whoops, and laughter). CRAP! Another idea, we get Timmy to provide the ‘uniforms’ that WE design. I propose “Timmy’s Motors” at the very top, just above the tits, a very small version of the image that we use on the advertising sign that sister waves out front on the sidewalk to get customers, the ‘silhouette outline of the naked lady leaning back on her arms with tits jutting out’ placed right between the tits, and “Psi Omega Psi sorority” on the bottom. Psi Omega Psi would be in greek letters. THEN, Timmy gets the right to sell the T-shirts to the public for $35 each, and we split the money 50/50. Oh, one difference—only the actual uniforms will have “Psi Omega Psi”, in greek letters, down both sleeves. Madam president, would you like to call a vote of the house on the issue? (It passed unanimously) Madam president, would you like to talk this over with Timmy, or would you prefer that I talk to him? You are so busy, and I am free a lot of the day, (the next part I said with a smile) and my real ‘hard’ work starts when the ladies come home from their last class.” (giggles and full-blown laughter around the room). I sit down again.

Mom continues the meeting:

And we ALL know who we have to thank for most of this. Massive applause. And he has made life better for all of us since he arrived, in so many different ways. He also seems to have made a few women very, very happy in the Afternoons and evenings these past few weeks. (Several blushing sisters, Laughter, cheers, hoots, whistles from everyone else.) I don’t know where he finds these ‘mystery donors’, but they have been a god-send, always coming through just in time, when we would have had to dip into the emergency fund.”

I stand up, take a bow, and say “when Madame president has finished, I would like to say a few words, again. Don’t worry, it isn’t outside he box this time.” (Laughs all around) And sat down again. Mom: “Well, I’m pretty much done now, so go for it.”

I stood back up and said:

“The fence on the southern side of the house is a shambles and is leaning way over and will probably fall over pretty soon. I would like to replace it, by teaching YOU ALL the right way to build a fence. And before redoing the fence, I think that it is VERY important that we get a county surveyor out here to officially mark the four corners of the property. I don’t want to build on other people’s property by mistake and have to move and re-build another fence. I am hoping to do that sometime Spring quarter, weather permitting, expect to get a few blisters. (Groans all around)

Remember we talked about the possibility of setting up solar panels on the south side of the house? Well, I’ve been calling around and I’m pretty sure that I’ve found a company that will give us FOR FREE a big bunch of panels (Shocked looks on many faces when I mentioned ‘for free’, including mom’s face, and then loud applause) Also included is a backup battery for the house, and they’ll send a few guys over to instruct you ladies on how to put up the panels, and to supervise the installation. You remember that I asked permission to take photos of some of you “for publicity purposes?” (you could hear the quotes the way I said it) I mailed some photos out with the postal mail letter to nail down the deal, and remarking that these were some of the ladies that would be doing the panel installs. The guy I had been talking to called me a couple of days later, and he said “You sneaky bastard. You won’t have any problem getting advisors. After I put up the offer letter and the photos, I had about 20 volunteers before the end of shift.” (Laughter filled the room) I told him: “um. It might be wise to not send any married men, the ladies love to tease.” (More laughter) I also want to do that sometime Spring quarter, again weather permitting.

I think I can get a LOT more power production than we currently use, so we should change some appliances over to electric. My vote would be that any water heater over 5 years old be replaced with electric, maybe even adding an additional one (or two) if needed. Replace the gas stove and oven (which is old and filthy) with electric, and replacing that antique fuel oil heater (which stinks and pollutes like hell) with an industrial grade electric heat pump to produce both heat and air conditioning. Maybe add a couple of electric dryers—there is always a line of sisters waiting for dryers. Also, I don’t know the logistics or the legality, but the house might want to consider buying one or two 3-6 year old electric vehicle for house business around town. The used ones are quite reasonable because there is a glut of them on the market. First, a bunch of cars have come off lease in the past 3 or 4 years, and most people don’t want them because the new EVs are so much better. A 5-seater first generation LEAF with a decent battery can be had for under $10K. Great for running errands around town, or a town or two over. Dropping sisters off at Timmy’s or at the college. And with the panels, the ‘fuel’ would be free.

And finally before we leave for vacation, you all should decide who wants to take the basis defense class, and what studio to use for the training. Well, that’s all from me, Happy Hollidays everyone!”.

That last comment reminded me of what happened when we went to evaluate the self defense studios. We eventually went with the 2nd best, who were actually pretty damn good, and closer to the sorority, because nobody could stomach Bethany and her attitude. Apparently my sisters were “poisoned by penis” (her actual words if you can believe it). Me and about 15 sisters went to the 3 defense studios in town, so that my sisters could meet the instructors, I could explain what we wanted and why and evaluate their training techniques. The two ’new’ ones (that the girls hadn’t visited before) got my standard “I am a VERY highly trained professional killer, retired Marine sergeant, expert in hand to hand fighting. But I don’t want to train them how to fight, because I’d be teaching them how to kill. That is what I know, what I was trained to do. I don’t want that for them—I just want them to be able to defend themselves and learn self defense techniques. Such as always maintaining total awareness of surroundings, trying to leave in groups when possible, basic defense moves like carrying your keys in your fist with the longest key sticking out from between the fingers, and other useful stuff. Now I can teach them all that stuff, but I want them to get an ‘integrated whole’ of training. I don’t need the training, heck I kicked the ass of a guy that sexually assaulted Mary here in front of the sorority house.” Now, by this time it had been about two months, the initial story and many followup stories had appeared in the local paper by then. And I was very happy that ‘asshole’, as I called him, was in state prison, remanded with no bail because several other women had come forward saying that he had gotten them drunk and raped them. A second charge of ’serial rapist’ was filed against him in state court.

After the two instructors that we were interviewing at studio #2 heard the ‘sexually assaulted Mary’ part, one said: “Wait, that was YOU ?!!? I heard that you had no problem handling him.” One of the sisters said “Yeah, it took him about a second and a half to have the guy on the ground crying and a little more time to truss him up like a prize hog.” Me: “Well, there was more to it than that.” Mary: “Yeah, he was nice about it—he tried to talk the guy out of it. He told the guy that he was a retired Marine and that he should just leave before things escalated. The guy laughed and said ‘get lost old man’, Mr C then told him that he was placing the guy under citizen’s arrest, and to cease and desist. The idiot, knowing that Mr C was a Marine, whipped around and punched Mr C in the stomach, who just smiled and said ‘it looks like I am going to have to subdue you by force to make the citizen’s arrest. THEN he put him on the ground in 1.5 seconds. No exaggeration. BTW, it is pretty obvious that we really like having Mr C around us—he’s a fantastic cook as well. If you’re good, he may cook you mushroom risotto, or ‘poulet chasseur’, a French dish.”

I was in full blush by this time. My sisters had really gotten to know me, and that included how to make me blush. I tried to bring the subject back to self defense. “Now, I don’t need your training, but if we pick this studio I will be observing all the classes. Not to critique your work, but to reinforce what you are teaching. So I will be practicing with them outside of class to reinforce what you are teaching them, so I need to see how and what you are training them. I don’t know how many new students, it could be up to 25. And some may also only want the initial, basic series of classes but I wouldn’t be surprised if at least a handful wanted to continue. Shall we start? And what evening would be good for me and a few of my sisters to come back and observe? I don’t know how you label them, but I’d like to observe training of a beginner’s class, a beginner+ class, and an intermediate class. Also, and this is a deal-breaker. You MUST not teach them how to kill. Teach them how to evaluate the risk, how and when to escalate their defense as appropriate, up to maiming, but NOT to kill. And if you are doing a good job, I could be persuaded to cook some treats for you from time to time. I need to know if you are sharing an apartment, so I know whether to pack just one or two separate treats.”

One instructor said “I’ll go get our schedule book so we can pick times you can observe classes.” I said: “Best time for observation (and the big classes in the beginning) would be early evening or full night, because these are all college students and have to work around their class schedules. I really am not interested in watching classes for kids under 16. Or maybe 18. I want to watch ADULT training. And do you train the men and women the same way? Do you generally have mixed male/female classes, or separated by gender? Oh, and also please bring a price sheet for classes.”

Instructor #2 said “Well, we generally separate by gender, because men almost always want ’the macho, full-attack, strength’ approach (both instructors heard me say, sotto voice, ‘fucking idiots’, and laughed) and the women are happy to use the ‘go with the flow, let him fall into my trap’ approach.” After seeing their schedule (and that they were only half booked at the present time) I looked at the price sheet, and started using my bartering skills. Me: “You must have figured out that I am bringing about 20-25 new students into your studio. I expect a wholesale discount—with a steep price reduction. You are being given at least two large ‘ready to go’ classes, all set up. I see that you have quite a few weekday nights available, but are pretty full on weekends. We can work with that. It’s probably best to split them into two or three groups for the basic class (you are the experts, you know your teaching methods, th most effective class size, you decide) then for the next stage, we’ll look at who all wants to continue with the more advanced training, and group them by class availability, and maybe some can come by during the day when it is convenient for both them and for you. If the stars line up maybe we can get two or three back-to-back beginner classes so that you can do 2 hours of training on the same afternoons.

The two instructors looked at each other. There must have been some silent communication between them. One instructor said “I think we can easily work this out with you. I hope that the ladies understand that this is no walk in the park, that they WILL be working out, hard, and sometimes they will go home or wake up sore. We will ask slackers to leave the class after the beginners course. And I can’t believe that I am saying this, I never have before, but I think I am going to have a FUN several months teaching these ladies.”

Me: “Oh, there won’t be any slackers at all. They know the horrible, bleak, hopeless future if they slack off and don’t give 100%. (Confused, and a bit worried, looks on both instructors faces.) I will stop cooking dinner for any slacker.” This got laughs from all my sisters, and a look of relief and a little smile, but still a bit of confusion from the instructors. Mary said: “You really don’t understand what a big, horrible threat that is. This man cooks unbelievable meals. The top ten best meals I have ever eaten in my entire life, were cooked by him. And I am including every single restaurant I have eaten at in the list of comparisons. (Mary added a big smile.) I suggest that you give the best job of teaching that you ever have, because he did say he might cook a few things for you if you do a good job. Believe me, you really want to do a good job. I am not kidding.“

We then went to Bethany/Dusty’s studio. Bethany hadn’t learned her lesson and kept making digs about me. Maybe because Dusty wasn’t around. I said not one word at Bethany’s studio, until the very end when we were leaving. I told Mary to take point for the interview and questions. She saw and heard how I dickered with the studio that we had just visited. I told her that it would be good practice for her, and also told the girls to pay attention as it would be a good learning experience for them as well. Business negotiations, bartering, compromise.

I didn’t realize it when we visited to Bethany’s studio just after noon for the evaluation, but Mary and Lisa had concocted a plan if Beth acted like a shit again. They put it into action pretty quickly, because, well, Beth was being a shit from the get go. Beth dropped the ‘Does he still have you cooking barefoot’ line about 3 minutes into the interview. (An aside, Bethany IS a great instructor, but she just showed that she was shit for tactics. She knew exactly what had happened at the house when she repeatedly insulted me in front of my sisters, yet here she was doing it again.) Mary and Lisa tag-teamed Beth from then on out. I won’t bother indicating who said what.

“We don’t cook barefoot—it is a stupid thing to do, and really dangerous—if you spill boiling stuff on your feet you could get badly burnt. But he does still have us doing ‘pussy stuff’. At least we aren’t doing electrical install anymore. That taxed our poor, small, simple minds. We are now encouraged to learn about auto maintenance and repair. He set up internships at a local auto repair shop, ‘Timmy’s Motors’, on Elm Street—I am sure that you have driven past it. Yeah, stuff like change the oil and oil filter, and air filter, checking all the fluid levels and how to fill them up with the right type of liquid, inspecting tires for safety and inflation, including the spare tire, how to change windshield wipers, flushing the radiator, changing radiator hoses, inspecting and changing spark plug wires and distributor cap, checking and replacing spark plugs, change a fuel filter, how to drain and flush an automatic transmission. Even how to use an OBD reader (that’s the thing that talks to the computer in the car to show what’s wrong) and then look up what the error codes mean, to see what needs to be adjusted or fixed. You know, only stuff that a stupid pussy could manage to learn about. But at least we can maintain and repair our own cars and not have to depend on a man to do it for us. (Bethany’s face was bright red at this point)

The boss, Timmy, is great. He gives us a platform for the sorority to raise money for our charitable events. He encourages us to talk to the customers about what current charity events we are running and provides spots in the waiting area to hang posters about the charitable work that we have done In the past and are doing currently. This year we will be setting up a charity org for the volunteer fire brigade, because the men and women that do that are using outdated, run-down, crap equipment when they run into burning buildings to save lives. We think they should have excellent safety equipment to keep THEM safe while they are risking their lives to keep US safe. Maybe we should look into a sort of ‘continuing education’ sort of thing to re-train, re-practice, and learn new techniques. What do you think, sisters?” (Nods from all of the sisters)

Well, sisters, I don’t think that we need to see anything more or talk anymore—we should just vote. All those in favor of NOT considering this studio, raise their hand. (All hands but mine went up.) Any nays? (No hands) Any abstentions? (MY hand went up.) Bethany gets mad and stares at me and starts yelling. “You set this up! You just baited me! You had no intention of using this studio! You bastard!”

I raised my hand and started talking. “I honestly did not know that this was going to happen. Nobody told me or consulted me. Why? I don’t know for sure, but maybe it is because they don’t need a man, or anybody for that matter, telling them what they have to do or what they should do—they can figure it out on their own and decide what actions they wish to take, or not take. But I find your whole diatribe insulting. I don’t care what you think about me, as I have said several times before. But you have insulted these young ladies. You implied that they are too stupid to figure things out on their own. You imply that they need a man to tell them what to do. They are not brainless bimbos. They are not chattel. They are not property. They are not slaves. THEY decide what to do. THEY decide. This is not 1920, and not the 19th century, it’s the 21st century damn it! Do you EVER listen to what others say? CAN you actually pay attention and learn things?

Do you remember the dinner at the sorority house? After dinner, outside, I told you several things. The house votes on houses issues—always. Is that a difficult concept for you: democracy? And at dinner both Lucy and Mary made it very clear that I don’t give my opinion unless asked. I that I never tell them what to do. I told them that night that I would not express any opinion on this choice, and that I would definitely abstain from the vote. I also tried to make it clear, in as obvious and straight forward a manner as possible, that If you want to teach these ladies, you are going to have to figure out a way to gain their trust. You failed miserably, a second time; you simply antagonized them again. In my opinion. Or maybe you just think that you are always right. Bad idea in general for anyone, of any gender, to think like that, in my opinion. Goodbye Bethany, I hope that I never see you again.” Her farewell shot was the phase I mentioned earlier : “You have all been poisoned by penis”. Mary shot back “at least we refused to be poisoned and bullied by a resentful, hateful, stupid cunt.” Lucy added “I bet she has huge, flappy cunt lips, because she sure flaps the lips on her face a lot. I’m a lesbo, I know a lot about cunts.” Which got a huge laugh out of all the sisters, including me. We headed back to the house.

I immediately called Dusty. Me: “Have you heard Bethany’s version of today’s interview yet?” Dusty: “No, Saturday is her busiest, she is working until about 8PM tonight.” Me: “I’d like to talk to you. Soon. Can you drive over to the house? Great. Would you prefer coffee, tea, herbal tea, some sort of juice, or just water? OK, coffee it is. See you in 10 minutes. I asked the sisters who went with me to meet Beth if they would mind telling my brother Dusty about it. In their own words. Without swearing, yelling, or saying mean things. They all said ‘of course!” Dusty arrived, and was invited in. She was a little set back when she entered the sitting room and saw 15 sisters sitting around waiting for her. Dusty: “This smells like an ambush.” Me: “Have I ever done anything like that to you before? No, I just wanted you to hear the ladies’ version of todays interview. Please wait for me to get back with your coffee, as I didn’t ask them about their impressions afterwards since they were so PISSED at the time, and I would like to hear it.” I came back with coffee, cream, milk, sugar and no-sugar sweetener and sat down. So the girls described what happened. They mentioned that I hadn’t said a word until the very end, AFTER Beth yelled at me. And that I was obviously really mad, but that I didn’t swear or yell, but made my viewpoint very clear. Mary: “And you know what he was so mad about? Not about what she said about HIM, but he way she treated US, implying that we were too stupid to think for ourselves and needed a man around to think for us. He made that VERY clear.” Dusty didn’t look surprised, but she did look beatdown and depressed. I thanked the ladies for their time, and said that I would like to talk with Dusty alone.

I started talking with Dusty: “So you didn’t look surprised at the story.” Dusty: “Nope. Not the first time something like this has happened, but definitely the absolute worst. She HATES you.” Me: “Do you mind if I ask you some personal questions?” She got this strange look on her face, but said: “If you think it will help, please do.”

Me: “Do you own any part of the business, or is it all Bethany’s?” (All Bethany’s.) “Do you help support the business monetarily?” (Yes) “Do you do work at the studio, and if yes, what sorts of things do you do?” (A little training of beginner classes for kids under 14, accounting, sweeping and mopping, putting practice mats away, taking out the garbage, stuff like that.) “Do you get paid for your work at the studio?” (No, but I work part-time elsewhere). “Do you and Bethany live together?” (Yes) “Is the lease in both your names or just one of you?” (Just Bethany) Do you have a written sub-lease with Bethany ? (No) Have you ever had a verbal contract about the fact that you have a sub-lease? (No) “How do you split the rent fees?” (50/50). “How would you say the house tasks are shared, percentage-wise? Stuff like cleaning, cooking, laundry, etc.?” (About 80% me, maybe 20% Bethany) “OK, these questions are going to get even more personal, sorry. I really apologize for butting in, but you are one of my ‘brothers’, just as all the ladies in the sorority are my ’sisters’. I care about you all. Deeply. Are you ‘in love’ or ‘in lust’ or are you just enjoying herself for the moment?” I got a surprising answer from Dusty “None of the above. I am scared of her”. Me: “So if you could snap your fingers and magically make Bethany disappear from your life forever, would you do it? (Her: In a heartbeat) Me: “Watch this” and I put my middle finger and thumb together, snapped my fingers and said “It’s done”. She got a shocked look on her face. Then a scared look. Dusty: “It isn’t that easy.” Me: “My brother, I always try to help my brothers to the best of my ability. It really is that easy. IF it is really what you want. I want to make absolutely sure that you understand that I am not trying to tell you what to do. I want you to realize that you can do anything you want to do. Just decide what it is, and tell me, and I will support you 100%, even if you tell me that you want to stay with Bethany”

Dusty: “I don’t want to be with Bethany, but she will never let me go.”

Me: “It isn’t HER decision to make. You decide what YOU do. Let me worry about that.”

Dusty: “But I have no place to stay. I have virtually no income. I know almost nobody in town. Bethany has kept me separated from everyone, I can never meet anyone.”

Me: “I can solve all those problems for you. Or, rather, I can help you with those problems. I can propose multiple solutions and let you pick, or you do something that you figure out on your own or that someone else suggests. As I said, I will support you 100%. Always. Well, unless it is a felony. (Dusty laughed. First smile I had seen on her face since she walked through the door at 2PM.) “Hold on a second, I have to let the ladies know that their opinion and suggestions and maybe a vote are needed. I picked up a standard coach’s whistle and gave three very short bursts on it. In less than 15 seconds, the entire sorority was in the sitting room, including mom. Me: “OK, first, Dusty that was not a ‘your master is calling you’ thing. That was the ‘emergency, all hands on deck’ signal. Everybody has a whistle, anybody can blow the signal. Madam President, may I chair an emergency meeting of the sisterhood? I ask because I know the subject well and time is of the essence.” (Mom gave me formal permission.) “Before I start, mom, have any of the 15 that left with me this morning to evaluate self defense studios talked to you about their impressions and experiences?” (Yes, in great detail, from several individually.) “So everybody can guess that this involves Bethany and Dusty. Oops (I said). I turned to Dusty and asked “Do I have your permission to repeat parts of what you have told me in the last 15 minutes—do you trust me?” (Nod and smile from Dusty.) “Well, it boils down to the fact that Dusty wants to leave Bethany, but she is scared of her, and of what might happen if she tries to leave. Bethany has been treating her like a worthless slave. Dusty doesn’t own any of the business, but does a lot of the work there without getting any compensation. They live together and Dusty pays half the rent even though Bethany makes a lot more money, and Dusty does most of the apartment chores, like cooking, cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, etc. She is worried that she has no place to stay, hardly any income, and knows nobody in town. I would like to correct her on the last point. Or would my sisters prefer to show her that she is wrong about knowing no friendly souls in town?” 25 young ladies walked over and started hugging Dusty, who started crying silently. I could tell that she was moved.

“Now for the first point. Madam President, do the rules allow a sister to invite a guest over, and stay overnight in the house, or several nights?” (Yes) Is there a time limit? (Yes, one week) Now tell me (I said with a smile) Is there any limitation in the rules that a SECOND sister can’t invite the same person to be a guest after the first sister’s ‘guest time limit’ has run out? Mom started laughing. Mom: “You rascal, you always manage to pull a rabbit out of the hat. Genius! No, there is no such limitation in the rules.” (Mom had a huge smile on her face.)

Me: “I call for an immediate vote on an urgent petition. I propose to vote on whether Dusty can stay in the sorority house until she gets her feet back under. Any objections? (Nos all around.) Would anybody like to say anything, address the house assembly?” (Unanimous No). So I call the vote. All in favor, put your hands up. (25 hands went up) Any against? (No hands went up) Any abstentions? (my hand went up) Ladies, I believe that it is the tradition in the house that the person chairing the meeting abstains unless a tie-break vote is needed. That obviously wasn’t needed here, and I am sure everyone knows which way I would have voted anyways.”

I stopped to think quietly for about ten seconds, looking at the floor.

Me (again): “I can’t think of anything that needs to be decided by house vote at this time. Again, time is of the essence. I propose to end this emergency house meeting, unless there are any objections. Are there any objections? (No) OK, this house meeting is declared over.

Now we have a number of things that need to be done very quickly.

Dusty, you said that Bethany will be working until 7PM tonight? (Yes) OK, we will only count until 6PM, to be safe. We have a bit over 3 hours to get Dusty moved. Let’s snap to it!

Dusty, tell them your address. You ladies look it up on ‘maps’ on your phone and get directions.

We need boxes and luggage to pack and move Dusty’s stuff. Ladies, go grab all your luggage and bring it downstairs, put them near the door. Each car will stop at a different market or supermarket on the way to the apartment, and beg for a few clean, empty boxes to help a friend move. If they can’t do it, or it is going to take more than 10 minutes then thank them, say you can’t wait, you appreciate the offer, but you have to leave. And go.

We need cars to move her stuff here and warm bodies to carry boxes down to the cars. All the cars possible. Max two people per car, so there is lots of room for boxes and luggage. And obviously the largest cars. (With a smile) I don’t think that the Fiat 500 is a good choice as a cargo vehicle. (laughs)

OK, ladies, get to it. Chop chop!

And I need to make a few phone calls. I called the brother network and said “a retired brother is getting hassled. She’s female. It’s Dusty, who flew through flak and machine gun fire to dust off her brothers. Over and over and over—she always came, and has two Purple Hearts to show for it. It’s time to say a big ’thank you’. I need about 2-6 fully fit, retired Marines. I would prefer a bunch of mean, dangerous females who can kick ass, because she will need a bodyguard, and said guard will have to go into female-only areas. Here is the address where they are to report. I would prefer Marines who can stay at least a week, will be happy to get any who can stay 3-4 days, but today, I will take anybody, any gender, who can get here quickly and stay until tomorrow night or the next, getting rotated out as more long-timers show up. For the long term, make a long list, going out months, with their preferred dates, and rotation schedules in and out. Thanks. Oh, you might want to mention that we are protecting the heroic helo pilot Dusty, that the request came from Cappy, and that I will be doing the cooking. Semper fi, brother. Bye.” I told Dusty, let’s get on the road.

I told Dusty, just as we were leaving her ex-apartment for the last time, to go get a piece of paper to leave Bethany a note. I said that (1) she really should be clearly informed that you are breaking up with her, and (2) throw her off the scent as long as possible.

I suggested short and to the point, and use a blue ink pen if possible:

“I can’t take living with you anymore, I am breaking up with you. I am leaving town, and maybe the state, immediately. Do not try and find me, do not come after me, I never want to see you again. Ever.” Me: “Great. Perfect even. Now sign it and go make 5 color photocopies of that ‘dear Jane’ letter” for us to take with us.

We moved her into the house in a little over an hour and a half, she didn’t have much stuff. I hid her car in the carriage house so it couldn’t be seen, and covered the “garage” windows with newspaper and locked the doors. We got her settled into a room with a second bed. Then I walked around the sorority house and quietly asked each of the sisters “Listen this is none of my business, but I would like to ask you about your family. First, would your consider you family lower middle class, upper middle class, rich, or filthy rich?” Her: “Why do you want to know this?” Me: “It will all become very clear, very soon. And it is important.” (answer provided) “Does where you are going for the holidays: a family residence, meaning that you are related?” (answer) “Is it more a middle-class home or more a mansion?” (answer) “OK, will there be a spare bedroom or bed in that house during the holidays?” (answer) “Is there anyone in your family, or someone who will be visiting your home during holiday vacation that you think might be, or are pretty certain is, a homophobe?” (answer) “Are you going to be at a place near where any of you other sisters’ are spending their holidays?” (answer).

I’m sure that you have figured out where this was going. I didn’t want Dusty to spend Xmas alone. I didn’t want to put her in an uncomfortable environment, either richy rich or homophobic. She needed a bed. So I found three sisters, with room, and middle-class the three a max of 60 miles apart. so multiple support groups. That taken care of, I spoke to Timmy and got a recommendation for a car painter, asked Dusty what new color she wanted for her car. Me: “If you want to stay in town, she can’t recognize your car, so it has to be repainted. (And with a smile) I hate to inform you that your license plates have been stolen so you will have to get new ones. When she got back from vacation, she was very relaxed, very happy, and had a ’new’ car with different license plates. And I had Timmy do a full tune up on the car—the full shebang (120,000 mile version). Oh, and after I had 3 of the ladies ‘model’ in a plain white T-shirt, he loved the idea of the new uniform, and loved the idea of making money selling the shirts even more. So I left for Xmas vacation happy.

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