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Psigns and warnings by ElObscuro

The first Friday night of the semester was here at last, and so far everyone had survived. Dave and Margaret sat at the girl’s kitchen table, comparing their dream journals. Dave had gone to great lengths, putting in every detail he could remember, and even explaining the more obvious symbolism at the bottom. Margaret’s journal, by contrast, was bare-bones outlines. The entry for last night, for instance, was just labeled, ‘The snake dream’, forcing Dave to ask, “Is that he one where Satan comes and pesters you, or just a dream about a generic snake?” Margaret answered tersely, “Thwon into a deep hole full of snakes, naked and unarmed. Not fun, but nothing unusual, and nothing at all like what you dreamed about. Maybe the other night was a fluke, not Satan messing with our heads again... Or maybe he realized we’re onto him, and is laying low to create a false sense of security...” “Rule Eight, dear.” \\I’m glad I thought of that one.\\ “I know, I know, ‘Please keep the paranoid second-guessing to a minimum.’ And you’re right, we could sit here and play, ‘does he know that we know that he knows’ all night and not do a damn bit of good. Oh, well. You ready to try French again?” “Où est le crayon lecteur de ma tante?” “Dave, pour la dernière fois, je ne sais pas, tell you aunt to find her own damn pen..” ........................................................................................... Later, as the night grew thicker... Roger looked out the window. There they were again. Only now the wannabes were practicing combat, trying to spar with one another, in the snow, without attracting attention. Fools. What if there were Shoalin monks watching? To say nothing of the orbital surveillance satellites... On that note, Roger muttered, “fnord” and began looking for his tinfoil hat, this sort of shenanigans always attracted the wrong sort of attention... Even Roger had failed to notice that the sparring group was one short tonight.... ...................................................................................... Even later, as the clock moved inexorably towards Saturday..... Dave and Margaret had eventually moved their study session to the couch, chasing off Mike and Marsha by pointing out that Mike really didn’t need to wait up for Blue out here, especially when they could have a bit more, ah, privacy.... Technically, Dave was still studying. He was conducting a long-term study of topography. Specifically, trying to determine the optimal spot to kiss on Margaret’s long, graceful neck. It was taking quite a lot of trial and error, but he seemed to be on the right track ...//Mmmmmmmmm, this is niiiice. Real nice. Almost makes want to....giggling?// “Rule Seven, Dave.” “*mmwa* Nerts” Dave replied ruefully. But desist he did, just in time to hear someone fumbling with the lock. By the time Blue got the door open, Margaret and Dave were both looking very decorous. Blue, on the other hand... “Gray, wait, would you like to come in?” the younger Green sibling invited. “No, thanks,” her date for the evening insisted, “I’ve got stuff to do in the morning, and I’m out past my bedtime already.” “Oh, allright.” Blue allowed for his fatigue, “but can I call you later?” “Sure, let me give you my number. It’s 490-” Gray began “Can you write it down? I’m terrible with keeping phone numbers straight in my head.” “Sure.” And Gray pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen from the pockets of his jacket, scribbled a number, and stepped into the doorway to hand it to Blue, “Here you go, just call me aftmmmmmmmmmffff!” Gun Nut’s not the only one who knows the value of surprise attacks... Blue thought vindictively as her new toy staggered away under his own power. //I wonder if she’s noticed we’re here?// It was very gratifying to see Blue jump when Margaret cleared her throat. It was even more gratifying when Dave made her blush ferociously by asking, “Now aren’t you glad we’re the ones who saw that instead of your brother?” Blue quickly hid her embarrassment, saying only, “I think I’m going to take a shower and turn in.” “That’s out cue,” lamented Dave, “See you tomorrow.” ----------------- Continue

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