DESPERATE VIXAN HOUSEHUSBANDS - a background story for fans of Vix!
By Tony Lee Gomes - my email is vixworld@myway.com



Welcome to VIX! The female-dominated planet of the far future!

SOME BACKGROUND: This story takes place on a faraway planet, a futuristic
world, more than 4000 years from now. This world is inhabited by human beings.
In some ways they are similar to us, but in many ways they are vastly
different from the humans of today.

About 1,000 years before the start of this story, robot-controlled "sleeper
ships" from a dying Earth landed on a new, inhabitable world, 88 light years
away, in the Gamma Lyrae IX Solar System. When the robotic piloting system
awakened the cryogenically-frozen humans on board, they called the new world
"Clairvis", meaning "Clear View", for the gorgeous blue skies and clear air,
the open, flat terrain, and the wide expanses of ocean.

Gradually, the humans developed a thriving colony, and signaled to other
sleeper-ships from earth to come to the new world. In all, 31 ships landed on
Vix, with human colonists from the USA, Canada, the United Kingdom, Sweden,
Ireland, the Netherlands, Serbia, Italy, Brazil, Venezuela, Turkey, Lebanon,
Vietnam, Angola, and Tahiti.

Then, 177 years after the last colonists landed, a group of female supremacist
geneticists, under the veil of a secretive state-run corporation called GENEX,
took over the government, and the planet was renamed Vix.

These feminist geneticists, aided by a few men, had a plan to change humanity
forever. Their goal was a humanity where the female sex would lead, and males
would follow. A humanity where female superiority and male inferiority would
be so ingrained, it would be burned into people's genetic makeup and hardwired
into their brains - guaranteeing a female-run society.

Now, Old Earth is ancient history -- its civilization destroyed by war,
pestilence and strife -- but the genetically-engineered descendants of humans
live on, here on the planet Vix!

Within eight generations, GENEX sliced and diced the human genome, cutting and
pasting genes according to a master plan to transform the human race forever.
And they succeeded in genetically engineering the planet's people into a new
race. A female-dominated race.

Vixan women are built like Amazons -- tall, strong, and athletic. They range
in height from 5'11" to about 6'6", with the average height of an adult woman
being about 6'2". Their brains are hardwired to be more logical and stronger
at mathematics and spatial and analytical reasoning than the brains of Vixan
males.

Vixan women have broad shoulders, long legs, strong arms, and although the
"secondary sex characteristic" of breasts has been preserved, their breasts do
not give milk and their nipples are not "erogenous zones" for sexual pleasure
-- because Vixan females are not the nurturing sex. Furthermore, Vixan females
have been forever freed of pregnancy and childbirth.

Although Vixan men and women have normal, vaginal sexual relations,
fertilization to perpetuate the Vixan race takes place in vitro, and gestation
on Vix takes place in public laboratories called "gestatoria", where newborn
infants are born, then sent to "childorms" to be reared by male nannies called
"chatties".

Vixan males are shorter and physically weaker than their females. Vixan adult
males range in height from 5'0" to 5'8", with their average adult height being
about 5'5". Vixan males have a penis, moustache hair (though no beard hair),
some body hair and no breasts, like the males of Old Earth.

But don't think Vixan males are too much like the men of Old Earth! Instead,
these are really a brave new breed of males! And they have been designed and
built especially for this female-dominated planet of the future.

GENEX wanted Vixan males to feel their physical inferiority, to experience it
organically, intuitively, and intimately. Ultimately, GENEX wanted Vixan males
to enjoy their inferiority!

But how to do that?

GENEX devised an answer. The New Males of Vix would have narrow, pert
shoulders and broad, curvaceous hips. Broader hips and bigger buttocks than
their women. With their voluptuous, hourglass-shaped figures designed for one
thing -- passion -- Vixan males are slaves to their sexual desires. They are
hardwired to love their predicament and to love their bodies. And they are
hardwired to lust after the tall, beautiful, athletic Amazons who run their
government, fight their wars, fly their spaceplanes, and dominate their
planet.

And it's no longer just Vix - because the women of Vix are natural explorers -
they are curious and daring. They are ambitious and inventive, and have built
and designed a new fleet of fast gravomag-powered space vessels, with which
they've expanded their new Vixan civilization outward, to other planets in the
Gamma Lyrae IX Solar System.

Now, not only Vix, but also the planets Gamelon, Sylvania, and Paradys are
inhabited by Vixan women and men. And there are beautiful, inhabited moons,
too - New Bethel and Cygnet and Denara. And in space, orbiting these planets
and moons, are vast, woman-made satellite cities, where people live in
technological splendor assisted by artificial gravity.

Here we have a "typical" conversation by four "typical" Vixan men, as they sit
in a kitchen and gossip over tea -- about life, sex, and the tall, gorgeous
Amazons who run their world.

A scene on April 15, the year 796 (Vixan Years) inside a typical kitchen in
the apartment of Margo Massengill, a typical Vixan househusband, in the vast
residential complex of Metroplex Alpha, in Sidon City, Centercoast, on the
planet Vix...

Here are the characters:

ANDI CLAYTON is a 27 year-old man with high cheekbones and large, full lips.
His wide-set dark gray eyes have a catlike appearance, and he has a mane of
curly, dark blonde hair that frames his face and falls to his shoulders. He is
wearing a white, clingy top made of a crinkly fabric that fits his torso
tightly, and has delicate spaghetti straps which arch upward from his
shoulders to behind his neck in an upside-down "V". Over his shoulders and
upper torso he wears a tight-fitting overblouse with very short sleeves, in a
very sheer, see-through white nylex (a delicate, stretchy nylon-like fabric.)
Every so often, one of the short sleeves of his stretchy overblouse slides
down one of his arms, revealing the soft skin of his bare shoulder. His
dresspants are also a delicate white nylex, semi-sheer but not as sheer as his
overblouse. They fit skin-tight around his broad hips and large, generous
buttocks, while the ultra-wide pantlegs flutter and slide loosely around his
legs. He is wearing gold and silver-metallic, open-toed, high-heeled sandals
with four- inch (about 10-centimeter) heels. His bare toes poke out from
beneath his dresspants. Andi stands about 5'5" tall. Andi's complexion is soft
and smooth, and his figure is a well-rounded hourglass, with a tiny waist and
broad hips. He is wearing large, gold-metallic hoop earrings and has a 3-
centimeter wide dark green and black wedding tattoo with a complex lacelike
design, encircling his upper left arm. Nancy Clayton is 24 year-old architect,
stands 6'2", and has light brown hair and blue eyes. She graduated third in
her class at Sidon Central University, and has a cheerful, funny personality.
At her architecture firm in downtown Commercy, she's working on designing a
new city on Cygnet, one of the moons of the neighboring planet Gamelon, also
colonized by Vixans.

MARGO MASSENGILL is 28 years-old and stands 5'7" tall. He has long, straight
dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and a long, pointed, somewhat hooked
nose. His face is long and oval-shaped and his mouth is smallish, but with
full lips beneath a dark, carefully-trimmed moustache. He wears large,
silver-metallic hoop earrings at his ears. His neck is long and his shoulders
pert, tapering inward to a narrow, firm waist with defined abdominal muscles
visible because his small brown floral, nylex blouse is tied high on his
waist, revealing his bare midriff. Margo's complexion is tanned and his big,
dark eyes flash when he makes a point. His fingers are long and graceful, with
long manicured nails. He is wearing dark brown nylex dresspants that fit
clingingly over his broad hips, and drape loosely around his legs -- in the
popular style. He wears black, open-toed stiletto heeled sandals with sleek,
10-centimeter heels. The 3-centimeter wide wedding tattoo which encircles his
upper left arm is a sharply-inked vinelike design in brown and black. His wife
Jennifer is 23 years old and stands 6'2 1/2" and is a redhead with blue eyes,
who was a star on her basketball teams throughout high school and college.
Jennifer works as a quantum engineer for the Systemwide Transportation
Authority, the huge civilian spaceline which is a government-run corporation.
Jennifer received her undergraduate engineering degree from Sidon Central
University, and a Master's Degree in Quantum Engineering and Spatial
Mathematics from the University of Coulouberage in Sasteria. Now she designs
interplanetary transport systems and gravomag engines for spaceplanes for the
STA.

JERI RAYLES is 28 years old and stands 5'5 1/2" tall. His dark, red-brown hair
is cut shoulder-length and his eyes are dark green. His complexion is fair and
his face has a squarish shape. He wears dark green, large teardrop- shaped
earrings. His collared blouse is small, tan and tight-fitting, sleeveless
revealing his outer shoulders on each side. His narrow waist is bare. His
pants are tight-fitting and tan. On his feet, he wears tan pump- styled dress
shoes with pointed toes and 8-centimeter high heels, slightly conservative but
dressy. Jeri has a 4-centimeter wide wedding tattoo encircling his upper left
arm, with a pattern of tiny spots and fine, lacelike filligree in black
yellow, and red. Jeri's wife Lauren is 25 years old and stands 6'1" and has
light brown hair, and an econometric analyst for the Vixan Planetary Authority
(VPA) Secretariat for Informatics.

TONI LAMONA is 27 years-old and stands 5'6" tall with a very curvaceous
figure. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and very curly, and falls down
around his face to his pert, narrow shoulders. His eyes are big and brown and
his complexion is olive-colored and soft. He is wearing a skin- tight,
black-lace nylex blouse that completely bares his left shoulder. His lips are
full, under a dark brown, neatly-trimmed moustache which extends just a bit
past his lips on each side. He has a mole on his left cheek. His black-lace
blouse is cropped at the midriff, to reveal his narrow, firm waist. He's got a
silver-metallic navel ring in his belly-button. His pants are skin-tight,
black-lace nylex capris, reaching only to mid-calf. The black-lace fabric is
extremely stretchable and clings like a second skin to his broad, curvaceous
hips and large, round derriere, revealing some skin beneath the fabric. On his
feet, he wears black, closed-toed pumps with pointed toes and sleek,
10-centimeter spiked heels. On his left ankle he wears a delicate,
silver-metallic anklet. On his ears, he wears large, silver-metallic hoop
earrings. Not married yet, his upper left arm has yet to bear the wedding
tattoo worn by every married Vixan male. Toni is an animated, emotive speaker
and uses his hands generously to express himself. His fiancee is Allison
Stafford, a 22 year-old attorney, freshly graduated from the most
academically-competitive law school on Vix, at New Stanford University.
Allison is blonde, blue-eyed, and stands 6'3" tall. She has the body of a
toned athlete with broad shoulders and long legs. She played volleyball all
throughout high school, college, and law school. Allison currently works for a
large law firm, and is outgoing and very ambitious with an interest in
politics. But Toni is ambitious too, and intends to see to it, after they
marry, that Allison wife runs for political office "before she's 26".

ANDI: Ah, guys, Nancy can really send me anywhere she wants to. When she's in
the mood.

MARGO: Glorious, Andi. You have a sex story for us?

TONI: Oh, let's let Andi spill his wad. It might be interesting.

ANDI: Fuck yah. She does some interesting things with that tongue of hers.
Mmmmm. . . When she's playing my cock, she'll, like, flick her tongue in the
just the right way. She plays me so delicately I practically pass out. It's
ecstasy. The trick is getting her to start. How do you get a girl interested
in playing you every night?

TONI: I think you just, like, dream. Sometimes they just don't want to
cooperate, so you're on your own sometimes. Just you, your MEPI, your cock,
and your fantasies.

MARGO: Did you ever get that new nanochannel MEPI, that Vallisar 806?

TONI: Got it! And it works nice. Real nice.

[Toni pulls the new MEPI out of his purse. It's a shiny, red-metallic wand,
the size of man's index finger, tapered at both ends, and thicker in the
middle, with small lights and controls on the sides.]

TONI: I fuckin' rock my cock with this baby like every other night. For sure
every night that Allison is away on one of her fucking business trips.

MARGO: Oh, cool. Hey, it's so small and light. Imagine all that power in that
little thingie the size of your finger. Aren't these new nanochannels the
fuckin' bomb?

TONI: Oh, they're great, but I'd enjoy it a whole lot better if I was just
laying there on the bed magnicuffed to the four corners with Allison kneeling
there in front of me in her little volleyball outfit, playing me with it,
instead of me playing myself.

MARGO: Yah, as long as Allison pays enough attention to your sweet-spot with
it, right, stud?

TONI: I know, I know. Why is it that when girls play you - whether it's with
their tongue or a fuckin' MEPI - they never concentrate enough on the
sweet-spot? I mean, your arms and legs are magnicuffed to the bedposts and
you're laying there nude with this huge hard-on, this fucking monster
erection, and she's, like, running the MEPI over your balls and your fuckin'
thighs. A little scrotal action and thigh action is cool, but I mean, what's
up with that? Concentrate a little more on my sweet-spot, sugar.

ANDI: It feels killer on the balls, though. I like to be MEPI'd all over my
schlong - shaft, balls and all. It's a good time!

TONI: Right, Andi, but you know the sweet-spot is, like, the most delicate
part of your manhood. How can you feel delicate and manly if she's not teasing
your sweet-spot enough?

MARGO: Fuckin' bravo! I love it when Jennifer tongues me the whole night -
she's so cute when she does what I want! She's 100% in control of things.

TONI: Right, you feel like you can't be anything but her slave.

MARGO: Oh yah... That is so right!

JERI: All this talk about tongues and MEPIs is nice. I'm glad you guys are
having your fun. But how do you get a girl's attention these days? I mean,
Lauren hasn't played me in, like, months. With all the distractions, all the
sports on the Hive... How do you get them to pay attention to you?

MARGO: With Jennifer, it's cooking. I serve her a big, 5-course dinner, we
eat, and then I make her carry me off to the bedroom.

ANDI: She's dessert!

MARGO: Fuck yah. When I cook Jenny's favorite dinner, she does whatever I
want. I can take advantage of her. I make her carry me into the bedroom and
then I rape her!

ANDI: Ooooh, girls are so cute when they show their innocent side.

TONI: They just need to be taken care of.

ANDI: I play the strict chatty, I put on an off-the shoulder top with lacy
dresspants and heels. . . And I put my apron on and just walk around the room,
kind of inspecting her.

MARGO: You get your hips moving around...

ANDI: Fuck yah, I gyrate them a little bit. And then I'll stand there and put
my hands on my hips and just order her: "Get into the bedroom, big girl! Now!"
Just like a chatty would do. Sometimes you've got to treat women like they're
twelve years old!

TONI: Sometimes? Try all the time! Women are, like, nothing but overgrown
little girls anyway, right?

JERI: That's the general consensus.

MARGO: But if you flirt with Nancy with your apron on all the time, doesn't
that make her more hungry for a second helping of dinner than for fucking?

ANDI: Hey, I only put on my apron at night to hide my horny cock. I've got
these lingerie dresspants that are so sheer...

MARGO: Ah, Andi the lingerie model. You wear an outfit kind of like that
little thing you wore to the Da Silvas' party last month? With the sheer
little black nylex wrap you kept on swishing around your shoulders all night?

ANDI: Oh, cut it out. I was not . . .

MARGO: Fuck yah! You were just sliding that sheer black wrap over your little
bare shoulders, the whole night. Even at dinner. What the fuck was that about?

ANDI: Margo's just jealous because I was talkin' to Jennifer all through
dinner. I guess Jenny liked what I was wearing.

JERI: Uh ... . Hello! Girls do not give a screaming fuck about what we wear.
Or don't wear.

MARGO: And I'm jealous? Yah, right Andi, you should have heard what Jenny said
about you later.

ANDI: What?

MARGO: I'd better not say. You'd just start crying. Anyway, Jeri's right.
Girls don't care if you're wearing your little black lace slut blouse with
your sheer black wrap, or your fucking skin-tight dresspants. . . Most of the
time girls are too busy watching their sports to bother looking at what men
are wearing.

TONI: Yah, watching their sports... Or playing their sports.

MARGO: Playing all their girlie games.

TONI: Yah, girlie games... Hey, from dating a lawyer who's like, a political
girl, I'm beginning to see that even politics and government are girlie games,
too. But it's a good thing girls are interested in that shit. Just imagine
what us guys would do if we didn't have girls to run those things...

MARGO: I tell you something, us men would be in a world of shit if we didn't
have girls and their brains to run all this technology we rely on.

TONI: Ahhh, technology... Just another girlie game. But hey, that's what makes
girls so adorable, right?

MARGO: Yah, that and when you get one in bed!

ANDI: Fuck yah, Margo.

MARGO: Jennifer's taking good care of that department. Last night, I just
couldn't believe her. One minute I'm at the kitchen counter cleaning up after
dinner, the next she comes around and - ah! She gets really close behind me
and just swings that beautiful, silky red hair of hers in front of my face.
You know the way girls tease. They know a man can't resist that. It was almost
enough to make me ejaculate right there, under my apron! Instant honey!

ANDI: Oh, that's sweet. Did you fuck her right there on the kitchen floor?

MARGO: I felt like my cock was gonna explode right out of my big old
jockstring. I turn around and turn my head up to kiss her -- she's so tall and
gorgeous -- and we lock lips for like five minutes! Then I dragged her into
the bedroom. We were like two high school kids! The next I know we're there
lying on the bed and I'm inside her and looking up into those darling emerald
green eyes.

ANDI: Heh heh! Hey you little fuckwad, with all that fancy talk, I think
someone's been watching too many trashy daytime romances on the Hive.

JERI: That's all there is for men on the Hive these days - trashy daytime
romances.

TONI: That's what we want, though! I guess the Hive networks totally know what
men want to watch these days!

MARGO: Yah, daytime pornoromances for horny househusbands. They certainly know
what's on men's minds...

TONI: As long as they show plenty of tall, cute Amazons like Brooklynn Baker
and Megan Ford! In skimpy little sports uniforms!

MARGO: Well yah, it's just daytime softcore pornography to keep the little
househusbands titillated while their wives are at work. No harm in that,
right?

ANDI: Yah, we're men. We need titillation.

TONI: Flesh for fantasy!

ANDI: Margo, I've been meaning to ask you. What's your favorite sexual
position with Jennifer?

MARGO: I love it when I'm on the bottom. I can just rock her gently with my
hips for, like, hours. . . .

TONI: Yah, like, just take care of her, right? Treat her like your little
girl? That is like totally what it's all about.

MARGO: Yah, rocking her like that satisfies my male nurturing instinct. What
man doesn't want to nurture his girl?

TONI: Rock on! Totally works for me. Of course, man-on-top is like the
ultimate and the best. Aren't we men - aren't we supposed to be the sexual
aggressors -- more in control of the action? Especially now aren't we supposed
to be liberated now?

MARGO: Sure, I dig guy-on-top too. I just grab onto Jenny's long, delicious
legs and hump her. It's so great to have an athletic wife - I mean a real
athlete who played basketball all through high school and college. Athletes
really know how to keep in shape. Their bodies are so fuckin' tight. There's
okay sex, and then there's real sex. You get real sex from an athlete!

JERI: I can see Jennifer's in great shape. All that basketball she plays. And
the working out. Every time I hivelink you on weekends, you say Jennifer's in
the gym or playing ball. What a girl!

MARGO: Ooh, yah, she's in shape, all right. She's so nice and toned. She's 23
and ready for action, guys! Jenny can screw for two hours straight, non- stop,
if I want her to.

ANDI: And Nancy can do the same. It's good to have an athletic chick who can
handle a nice two-hour fuck marathon, right?

JERI: Don't you get sore from all that fucking?

MARGO: All that fucking? It's only two hours, honey. And I work out my hips a
lot... Just like a girl has to work out to get nice muscle definition in her
arms, legs, chest... a man should work out his hips.

TONI: Yah, that's like the one part of a man's body that can physically
compete with a girl in terms of strength. And we can win, if we get our hips
strong enough... I guess the sky's the limit, right, Margo?

MARGO: Hmmm ... What does it take for a guy to win, in bed?

ANDI: Strong hips, I guess, right guys?

JERI: Margo, I meant your cock! If you fuck for like, hours, doesn't your cock
get sore?

MARGO: Fuck no. But Jenny jokes that sometimes I'm going to screw her so long
and hard that I'll get callused.

JERI: Whoa! How do you feel when you're in her for so long? I usually come two
or three times and then I get exhausted...

MARGO: Well, we all know how that goes. We've all been around the block,
right? I make sure I get my seven or eight orgasms, I make sure Jenny gets a
few too, if she's a good girl! Then, when we're done screwing, Jenny will put
her head between my legs and it takes her just a couple of seconds to make all
that effort worth it. There's this little trick she does with her tongue, and
if my biorhythm's right and I'm in the right mood, it makes me completely lose
control. Between the fucking and Jenny's tongue, I came like twenty times.
Like last night. It's been 12 hours and I'm still thinking about it.

ANDI: Biorhythm? What kind of crap is that?

MARGO: Laugh all you want, but I learned about it in a male sexuality course I
took last month at the university. Me and Loni Bertling, from the Metroplex
Househusbands Association, took the class together. In the Men's Studies
Department. No girls allowed, ha ha! Learned about a lot of stuff. It was a
fuckin' awesome class ...

TONI: I have a new name for that class - they should call it Studs' Studies!

MARGO: Oh, ha ha.

ANDI: Well if no girls are allowed in the male sexuality class, how are the
girls supposed to learn the finer points of pleasing a man?

MARGO: You teach your girl what you've learned in the class, stud. In the
privacy of your own bedroom. It's more fun to teach your girl yourself anyway.
When a man is armed with knowledge, he has the upper hand.

TONI: Right on to that! It's about time we had the upper hand against girls!

MARGO: And hey, we don't want a bunch of girls in a class like that when we're
talking about serious man stuff, do we now? Girls in a male sexuality class?
They'd just act silly and crack jokes.

ANDI: Like typical girls. . . Girls can't take anything seriously. . .

TONI: Girls are so cute. But you're right. I took that class too back when I
was a legal secretary. Girls don't belong in a class like that.

JERI: What do they talk about in there anyway?

TONI: It's like, about why being a guy is so great. It's basically about the
differences between male sexuality and female sexuality. You know, the DLS.

JERI: Oh, what more can be said about that DLS stuff? The Delicious Little
Secret... I never quite understood just what the fuss was all about. So it's
--

MARGO: DLS, that was the phrase Romeo Jayslin used to describe -- well, maybe
you can tell him, Toni.

TONI: It's just a way of describing how men experience sex and sexuality,
that's all. The male brain is much more intuitive than the female brain. It's
the wiring in our brains. Like, I don't really understand the science. All the
scientific studies say men process sex and sensuality and emotions in a
different -- sort of a much more sophisticated way than women. It has to do
with the intuitive wiring of our brains, you know, like male intuition and all
that stuff. So, it's like our experience of sex is more refined and subtle.
Women don't have that kind of intuition so, like, they can't feel all the
subtleties we feel. Emotionally, too. The way the female brain is wired is
much more logical and rational.

MARGO: Yah, all that shit we know about...

TONI: But I'm just tryin' to explain it to Jeri. The female brain is designed
for rational understanding of the world and for analytical thinking. That's
why girls are so much better at stuff like mathematics than we are. And the
male brain is designed much more for processing sensuality and emotions and
intuitive thought, for experiencing feelings and for reading other people.
That's why we can, like, read people better and females have to rely on their
rational brains to understand people. And for men, our emotions and psychology
are all intertwined with sex much more than for women. And our emotional and
sensual palette, the range of emotions and senses we feel, is so much bigger
and wider than for females. And that enhances the physical part much more in
men, so it's, like, we get the better deal. An men subconsciously know it but
women don't. It's so interesting. . .

JERI: Maybe I should take a class like that.

MARGO: Yah, it spices up your sex life knowing all that cool stuff. All the
differences between us and the girls. I mean, every guy is intuitively aware
of all that shit anyway. But it's fascinating... Loni Bertling really likes
that stuff. Remember him from high school, Andi?

ANDI: Loni Bertling?

MARGO: Yah. Apollonia. It was Apollonia Taormina back at Channel High. He was
a year behind me, two years ahead of you.

ANDI: Oh, now I remember! Dark hair, really big, dark eyes... Very Maluvian
looking.

MARGO: Yah, he's married to a cutie now. Remember Darrelyn Bertling? She
played basketball -- she was in your graduating class. Big, gorgeous blonde.

ANDI: With an accent? She had a cute Severeeton accent, right?

MARGO: That's the girl. She's an engineer now with the DSEA.

ANDI: The DSEA? What's that?

MARGO: DSEA, uh... I think that's girl talk for the Deep Space Exploration
Authority.

ANDI: So she's, like a spaceplane pilot?

MARGO: No, I mean - I think she started out flying spaceplanes 'cause she took
like, two years in the Orbital Guard while she was studying at Coulouberage
University. But I think now what she is, is an analytical engineer. Just a
girl who sits around -- analyzing stuff on a computer, I think. But she does
make good money for it.

JERI: Well, tell me more about this male sexuality class...

TONI: The really sweet thing about it is not just learning about how men feel
and experience sex. I mean, like, we know that already, right?

MARGO: We know it all too well...

TONI: I think the really cool thing is learning about how girls experience sex
and feelings and everything. Learning about the female brain is important. The
better males can understand females, the better we can control them.

JERI: And what does the class say about that?

TONI: Well, females are more logical, for one.

JERI: Right...

MARGO: They're more linear thinkers, more analytical than we are...

TONI: Exactly. And of course it's not just a cultural thing, it's inborn.
Women's brains think rationally. That's totally the key.

JERI: So what does that have to do with sex?

TONI: Well, I just think it's so sexy to know a little bit of how girls
experience things. A man can't really understand it totally, because a man
can't get inside the female brain. But I think knowing something about it
makes a man appreciate girls more. Especially in bed.

JERI: Now you're getting pretty far off...

TONI: Actually not. Say you're in bed fucking your wife, Andi. It's just the
two, two sweaty, nude bodies. Don't you think it enhances your sexual
experience if you can understand how a female's rational brain sees a man in
the heat of passion? If you're laying there with your cock inside her and
you're grinding your big hips down on her, and kissing her, how do you
communicate your needs in a way she can understand? Do you just lay there and
fuck her, grind her out, and hope she understands? Or do you express it
clearly, so she gets it?

JERI: What does the class say?

TONI: Well a lot of times with females, maybe males need to express more by
just saying it. Say it out loud so the rational female can understand. If
she's not teasing you, ask for it. Demand it. Tell her, 'I want to be teased.
Not just in bed, but out of bed when I can't do anything about it. I want to
feel weak and helpless.'

JERI: Teasing, what the fuck? You're talking to a sex-starved guy, here. Not
what I bargained for at all.

TONI: Fuckin' A, what's the matter? Is your girl a cock-teaser or a cock-
pleaser?

JERI: Well, Lauren and I have been a little distant lately.

ANDI: No. I thought you had the perfect marriage.

JERI: So does everyone. And she's a good provider and everything. But I think
I couldn't get her attention in bed even if I lay down, thrust my hips up and
down, and tattooed my cock gold.

MARGO: Is it really that bad?

JERI: Really. The last time we had sex she barely touched my cock. Just enough
to make me come. Then she went out to the living room to watch a fuckin'
basketball game. I've tried just about everything, too. Last week I waited on
her hand and foot, and was nude in the apartment practically the whole time
she was there. Walking around all over the place with just my high heels on.
Swingin' my hips like a little Maluvian housemaid.

ANDI: Sounds like fun!

JERI: I practically shoved my cock into her face every time I served her a
drink. Do you think she even noticed? No. She just sat there in front of the
Hive, watching that fucking basketball.

ANDI: Fuck basketball. You've got to make her pay attention to YOUR balls. Why
not try to make her jealous?

MARGO: Andi. Cut it out.

TONI: Yah, Andi, don't be a cockhead.

JERI: Yah. Girls rarely get jealous anyway.

ANDI: Well, it's worked for me with Nancy. She was easier to control after I
flirted with Jennifer at the party. At least for a few days, anyway.

MARGO: Shut up, you little prickhead. You're imagining things again...

ANDI: It's the truth. Just ask Jennifer what she said when I grinded my hips
against her.

MARGO: Shut up.

ANDI: Okay, admittedly I was drunk. Actually, Jennifer Was so upset she gave
me a whack on the rear. Then Jennifer goes up to Nancy and she's like, "What
is your husband doing?" Nancy got so pissed. She was embarrassed. But Nancy
and I had one wild fuckin' ride that night when we got home.

TONI: The continuing story of Andi's sex life . . .

ANDI: Hey stud, use it or lose it. She rode my hips until dawn, baby. She's in
total control when I'm inside her. It feels pretty fuckin' good being ridden
like that, pumping like a piston, with her hands all over my big ass. Hey,
Jeri, maybe you're ignoring Lauren's needs at home. Are you taking care of her
like a good husband should?

JERI: I try to serve her every wish. I just wish I could experience what you
guys are.

ANDI: Except Toni. He's not even married.

TONI: Not yet. But, if things go right, early next year Antonio Lamona will
become Antonio Stafford. Mr. Allison Stafford.

ANDI: You go, little man. Are we invited to the wedding?

TONI: Come one, come all.

MARGO: Jennifer thinks Allison is so smart.

TONI: She is, and she's in line for a big promotion at the law firm. I love a
big sexy blonde with a law degree. Every guy should have one!

ANDI: Fuck you, you little braggart!

MARGO: Toni, where did Allison go to law school again? I keep forgetting.

TONI: New Stanford University. Second ranking law school on Vix. She graduated
at the top of her class, too.

ANDI: Wow! Are you serious?

TONI: Pretty good for a chick who spent half her time in law school playing
volleyball.

ANDI: Does she still play ball?

TONI: Every weekend. Her firm's got a team and they play all the girls from
the other law firms around Sidon and Commercy. They're fuckin' good, too.

ANDI: Sweet! Does Allison work out?

TONI: Pphhhh -- does she work out? Fuck yah! Like five or six days a week, at
the Metroport Gym. You know, those big gravomag weight machines, and that
squat machine thingy the girls love so much these days. It makes their calves
look so nice. Builds up some sweet muscle definition. Not too much, just
right. When she flexes those gorgeous calves...

MARGO: A little calf-building-up is always nice. Can't beat a girl with nicely
toned legs.

TONI: Yah, these strapping, long-legged girls today, what can you do with them
except throw them on a bed and fuck them? Especially on a girl with a 107
centimeter inseam like Allison has. I love a tall girl with nice long legs.
She'll jump right over you if you're not careful!

MARGO: Yah, Jennifer's inseam is like a 104. Nice and long. Hmmm. . . Toni,
tell me more about this calf-building machine.

TONI: The squat machine?

MARGO: Does Allison have that cute little - that dimpling, that ray of muscle
up and down her . . . her calves, when she flexes them?

TONI: Heck yah! That's why the squat machine's so important, Margo. That's
exactly what it's for. It actually builds a girl's muscle definition all over,
especially the legs. And it builds a girl's strength.

MARGO: I need to get my Jenny on one of those squat machines. She's got great
legs now but I want more of that little ray of muscle. . . that cute little
indentation in the muscle when she flexes her calves!

TONI: That's not all the squat machine is for, Margo. It works all over a
girl's body. It's, like, the best way for a girl to build size and strength
all over her body, the most efficient way.

MARGO: So, like, does it build up the chest and arms, too?

TONI: Marvelously. It zeroes in on three or four areas - the legs, the upper
chest, the upper arms, and after that, her abdominal muscles.

ANDI: Mmmm. . . The upper arms. The deltoids. Yummy.

MARGO: So that's Allison's secret. She really does wear her clothes well. She
has such pretty muscles sometimes I just want to jump her and fuck her. But
she's your property, Toni - so enjoy!

TONI: Thanks. I do.

ANDI: So Toni the lawyer's husband gets to live in a nice new luxury apartment
where - in Metroplex Gamma?

TONI: You got it, stud. Up on the 314th floor. I've already contacted some
fuckin' awesome decorators from Commercy. Jona Ferrari and Associates. I meet
with him in two weeks.

ANDI: With whom?

TONI: With Jona Ferrari. He's totally one of the best decorators in Commercy,
or his company is.

ANDI: You trust some little penis brain interior designer and his company to
decorate your new apartment? Isn't that supposed to be for you to do?

TONI: Sure. I'll have the ultimate say-so. I make all the decisions as the man
of the house! Jona will provide his ideas. He's just a consultant.

ANDI: Isn't that an expensive way to do things? Hiring a decorator to make
suggestions?

TONI: Fuck yah, it is expensive. But Allison earns enough money. The apartment
has to look top notch. We'll be entertaining, having parties. Lots of parties,
I'm sure. Allison's got a political career ahead of her.

ANDI: Is she interested in politics?

TONI: She's young. But, ahhh, I want her to run for office before she's 30...
Actually, it would be nice if she'd run for office before she's 26. She's 22
and I'm 27 now so I'm hoping for like, within 2 or 3 years. That would be
before I'm 30. Maybe she can run for City Council. You know the Commercy City
Council has three seats for councilwomen 25 and under. They're called the
Youth Seats. So a girl has to be, like, between 22 and 25 to run, because
girls can vote at 22.

ANDI: It's so funny that now men can vote at 17 and girls have to be 22.
What's up with that?

TONI: Andi, men mature earlier than girls do. A 17 year-old girl is not mature
enough to vote.

ANDI: Fuck, girls are allowed to fly skycars at 15 years old. And we're never
allowed to fly.

TONI: It's about being an adult. Flying is about understanding how a skycar
works and knowing about the engine and all that, like, technical bullshit that
girls know about. Even a 30 year-old man can't fly a skycar because he hasn't
got a female brain. It takes a lot to fly a skycar. A 15 year-old girl is
still a girl, she's still a female with a female brain with their better math
and spatial reasoning abilities. You can't compare the two. Voting is about
maturity.

ANDI: But men are emotional. Maybe we shouldn't be allowed to vote at all!

TONI: Fuck, that would be undemocratic! Men are intuitive and our government
needs to hear the voices of men. Our government can benefit from men's
intuition.

MARGO: Then why don't some men run for office?

TONI: Margo, get serious. Would you want to run for office?

MARGO: Fuck no. I feel much better leaving that to the girls! If a man runs
for office, how can he take care of his wife or girlfriend?

TONI: Well you just answered your own fuckin' question. But I think it'd be so
fun if Allison ran for office - I'd get to stand up there on the platform with
her and look at her when she's giving speeches. I'd get to do the whole
political husband thing. And I won't be like an old-fashioned politician's
husband wearing a stupid fucking conservative political husband's get-up. I'll
wear fuckin' black lace nylex, baby, to hug every curve. And sleek stiletto
heeled sandals. I'll be the young politician's slutty looking husband! I'll
bring sluts like us into respectability, into the mainstream! Look out Vix!
Here comes the younger generation of politician's husband!

ANDI: Nice to have an ambitious future political husband as a member of the
Metroplex Alpha Sluts' Club!

TONI: Well, that would be the cool part of it, Andi. Knowing that the public,
the media, everyone - knowing that they'll see us as the future! I mean,
Allison being so young and a lawyer who graduated from New Stanford, that's
the kind of thing that attracts so much attention in the media. They'll be,
like, talking about how young she is, how ambitious she is at such a young
age. They'll be talking about how she represents the future of politics. And
then when they look at me, they'll say I represent the men of the future.

ANDI: Right.

TONI: And we don't want the future of men to be guys dressing up in
conservative linen pants suits to please the fuckin' status quo, do we? Not
me! If I'm gonna represent the man of the future, hey - I'm gonna look sexy,
sexual. When they show us on the Hive and Allison is giving her speech, I want
the Hive reporters to point me out and say that's her husband, the man
standing there at her side looking up at her adoringly. And I'll be the little
slutty looking dude in the black lace stretchpants and halter top and stiletto
pumps. I'll be shaking my hips to the music. And we'll play rock music at her
campaign rallies. We'll play the Explosives. Young music!

ANDI: Sweet!

TONI: I'll show how sexy a young househusband can be, but also how young
househusbands are good housekeepers and know how to take good care of their
wives. I'll host dinners and events and I'll bake cookies. They'll show me on
the Hive serving dinner in my apron. I'll give an interview there in the
kitchen with my apron on. But - ha ha - I'll still have my black lace
stretchpants, halter top, and stiletto pumps on, baby! 'Cause even in the
kitchen, I'm still a rock-and-roll guy!

ANDI: Right on, stud!

TONI: Still a slut! Oh, Allison will run for office. She was born for that
kind of stuff. She's so intelligent.

MARGO: She's attractive enough to get votes.

JERI: Yah, male votes for sure...

TONI: Politics is just a girlie game. It's, like, just another sport for the
chicks. I figure Allison's competitive on the volleyball court, she'll be
competitive running for political office, too. It's just another girlie game.

JERI: Hey guys, this is boring. Let's talk about more interesting stuff.

MARGO: Like girls!

ANDI: Okay. Hey, Jeri, why don't you try to spice things up a little with
Lauren?

JERI: How?

ANDI: How about a cock job? A girl can't resist a longer, wider model.

JERI: I already use Virona. I can't tell you how much money I've spent buying
this and that.

ANDI: What about an affair?

JERI: Fuck you.

ANDI: What about having your cock pierced? She could get off on that.

JERI: Yow. Wouldn't that hurt?

ANDI: Maybe a little. But it's becoming pretty fashionable now with younger
guys. Modern Male - on HC88 -- had a big show on cock rings last month. If the
ring's wide enough, it makes her feel better when you're screwing her.

JERI: What about me? Does anyone consider how it makes the man feel?

MARGO: I would think the man would lose a lot of the delicacy of sex, at least
while fucking or getting played. How can you feel delicate, like a man, and
enjoy a girl's tongue when there's a big metal ring hanging from your penis?
It's just a fad ...

ANDI: Well, I'm fresh out of ideas. Last week, I had Nancy take me to that new
Maluvian restaurant, Tripolino's Bazaar, in Metroplex Delta.

MARGO: Isn't it in Metroplex Gamma? Near the Skysport Lounge?

ANDI: Oh, fuck, I don't know. Nancy just flies me there, I don't know where
she's going. I just tell her where I want to go, but I have no sense of
direction. I just lay back and enjoy the flight. It's somewhere way up ... way
up in one of the Metroplexes, anyway. They had a little boutique in back and I
picked up a Maluvian maid's outfit, you know, black lace pants and matching
blouse. Picked it up when Nancy wasn't looking and had it droned to the
apartment. Later that night I put it on and danced for her, and let her have
my shish-ke-bob.

MARGO: Now that's the way to go, stud!

TONI: Allison rarely likes foreplay.

MARGO: Sounds like a real New Female. The Woman of the Future, right?

TONI: Yah. Modern Girl. Can't be seduced.

MARGO: Oh yah?

TONI: If I, like, tried any foreplay with her - if I shoved my cock into her
face -- she'd ask me when I planned to stop, and then watch sports on the Hive
until I did. Then we'd end up just fucking. But she rarely lets me do anything
really delicious.

JERI: How do you define delicious?

TONI: Anything that tickles my cock is delicious. When a girl tongues a guy's
cock -- isn't that the most delicious thing for a guy?

MARGO: Yah, unless she's a tease and starts and stops!

TONI: Especially if she's a tease and starts and stops!

MARGO: Hey, didn't you learn anything in that male sexuality class? You've got
to take control!

TONI: Gradually I'll get her to that point. To the point where I'm in control.
But a girl has to be trained. Every girl has to be trained, and Allison's just
not there yet.

ANDI: She's young.

TONI: Yah, and it'll be fun teaching her.

ANDI: I thought you two had a good time ...

TONI: Oh, we do. Generally. She's cool as a cucumber when she's tonguing me.
She strums me like a lyre. It's like, my hips just wiggle and vibrate, I lose
control. You know? Last week - I get goosebumps still thinking about it - she
played me for like three hours. She'd totally bring me just to the point of
ecstasy, then stop tonguing me! Then she'd have me get her something to eat or
drink, take a few minutes off, and start me up again. By the end of all that,
I was in tears, pissed off as anything at her, and screaming, "You big bitch,
get your tongue back on my cock!" She just looked down at me, smiled a little,
and said, "We can stop any time you want to, stud." I loved her and hated her
at the same time. I could have killed her, but it was such a turn on.

JERI: They all love the power. Having us there, half out of our minds, arms
splayed, legs apart . . .

ANDI: Don't blame it on the girls! It's us! What guy doesn't dream of being in
that position?

MARGO: You're right.

ANDI: But I don't think girls even reflect on the power they have. They don't
think about it for two seconds.

MARGO: They're too busy thinking about sports. . .

ANDI: Well, isn't that one of the things we like about them? Every man wants
an athlete!

JERI: Yah, but not an athlete who sits on the couch for hours with the girls
watching basketball. . . We want athletes who are out on the court playing!

MARGO: Well, when they're watching sports, they're thinking of how fun it
would be to play - to be their favorite basketball or volleyball star. Every
girl these days wants to be Jerilynn Vaughn or Kimberly Cummings.

JERI: Yah, well it would be nice, but not every girl on the high school or
college team gets picked by a professional team, so they need to stop
fantasizing and get a reality check. Women!

TONI: Allison is so darling, the way she kneels there straddling me with her
head hanging right over mine, with all that beautiful blonde hair just falling
into my face. It's so sweet. Those full lips just pouting. So kissable. Her
big blue eyes. So sexy. Don't you love it when a girl just lets her hair brush
your face? I swear she doesn't know how totally adorable she looks. She's so
lovely. I wish the night could, like, go on forever!

MARGO: With Jennifer, it's that and the feeling of just - giving in, being
wild. You've gotta surrender to your passions, right? We're men, we just can't
help it. A man should be a man in bed. Passionate. I feel like I'm out in
space, like we're in our own little private orbital together. Me and my Amazon
girl ...

ANDI: You're watching too many Hive romances.

MARGO: Tell me I'm wrong.

ANDI: We all love it, Margo. It's agony and ecstasy at the same time. The
girls just seem to be amused by it.

TONI: Yah, and who cares if they don't get into foreplay. We get into it!
Isn't that enough?

MARGO: Yah, and that's enough for both the man and the girl!

TONI: Right on! Who gives a fuck what girls feel? Girls are just big, dumb
cock-docks!

MARGO: Yah, guys! Come on, at least Toni isn't afraid to say it! Girls are
just shoulders, boobs and legs!

TONI: Especially legs!

ANDI: Don't forget their tongues....

JERI: ...And we sit around all day having herbal tea and chatting about our
orgasms?

ANDI: Would you rather go out and work, little man? Seems to me that you're
pretty comfortable up in that penthouse . . .

MARGO: Andi, take that back! No married man should have to work in today's
world.

TONI: Yah, that's what progress is all about! Men have come too far to go back
to the past.

JERI: Lauren thinks about work day and night. I swear, she's always at the
office. Even when she's at home sometimes, it feels like ... she's at the
office. Just sitting at her computer, there in her study. That's what I get
for marrying a computer engineer, I guess.

MARGO: Oh yah?

ANDI: Yah. Just like a girl -- we always come second to them.

JERI: Hey guys, I've got a music appreciation class at five. Don't want to be
late. How about we all hook up tomorrow?

MARGO: OK, see you then Jeri.

ANDI: Bye Jeri.

TONI: Bye Jeri. Have a fun class.

MARGO: Music appreciation class? What the fuck's up with that? No wonder he's
having problems with his chick. He should be at home fixing her a gourmet
dinner!

TONI: He should take that sex class instead.

MARGO: Yah, right.

TONI: You don't know the half of it, Margo. Seems that Lauren's getting
plenty, but just not from Jeri.

ANDI: How juicy! Do tell.

TONI: Well, I have this friend, Jodi Taylor. His wife Morgan is a bigshot on
the DRC.

ANDI: The DRC?

TONI: The Drone Racing Commission. Anyway, Jodi sees Lauren a couple of months
ago at a high-class club in the Capitol Complex. Sitting there watching a game
with her secretary, Randi, sitting on her lap. Jodi says this guy Randi has a
huge ass and he's, like, incredibly well-endowed. Built to screw. So Lauren's
late nights probably involve a little more than work.

MARGO: Poor Jeri!

ANDI: Poor, my ass. The whole thing about the "great marriage." He's not
taking care of business at home.

MARGO: Sounds like he's trying.

ANDI: Really? He seems very self-centered. When I think about Nancy, I always
remember that she comes first. I need her, financially - but first and
foremost I need her in the bedroom. Jeri tries to be too independent, and
Lauren probably feels like she just doesn't need that shit. Jeri needs to
spend a little more time on his knees.

TONI: Oh, Andi, you're awful!!

ANDI: But satisfied.

TONI: Good for you.

ANDI: Have to go. Catch you tomorrow.

MARGO: Bye.

TONI: Bye.

MARGO: Toni . . . ?

TONI: What's wrong Margo?

MARGO: Do you think Andi really did come on seriously to Jennifer at the
party?

TONI: Oh, Margo, of course not. Plus, Jennifer really got upset about it,
didn't she? Didn't you say that she later said some, like, really bad things
about Andi?

MARGO: No, I just made that up, to stick it up his big fuckin' ass. He was
acting flirty towards Jennifer, the little tramp.

TONI: No harm done. Jenny wouldn't let him touch her with a ten-meter
photobeam.

MARGO: You think so? I hope so. I just feel so wonderful when she has me in
her mouth, tonguing every lovely square millimeter of me. It's like total
delicacy. I wish she were here right now.

TONI: Hey Margo, hold off on the fantasies. I need to get your opinion. Me and
Allison are going to a big party and I need a new outfit.

MARGO: OK. Like what?

TONI: Well the party's work-related for Allison, so I can't be too risqué.
Sheer black front-tie top, just a touch of lace around the sleeves.
Dresspants, black, not sheer. Bronze or black metallic 10-centimeter heel
sandals. Spiky stilettos - the ones with the slender, stacked heel.

MARGO: Ohhh, that's hot!

TONI: Sophisticated, Margo.

MARGO: Yah. You nailed it, stud.

TONI: Modern and hip. I was window-shopping on Solaris last weekend. I just
need to show all the husbands of the girls at Allison's law firm that I'm
someone to be reckoned with. Soon-to-be husband of one of their hotshot New
Stanford lawyers!

MARGO: Where's the party?

TONI: The Lurient Hotel in Uptown Commercy. The Stellaris Ballroom in the
penthouse, on like the 475th floor or something. Something like 300 couples
are coming. All the lawyers at the firm and their husbands or boyfriends. Plus
a bunch of the secretaries at the firm, and their girlfriends. Some of whom
happen to be lawyers at the firm, of course.

MARGO: Sounds like a blast! All those hot, good-looking young lawyers. And all
those horny little cockhead secretaries and boyfriends in their skimpy
lingerie, dresspants and stiletto heels.

TONI: The funny thing is that Allison is one of the youngest lawyers in the
firm, but she's already in line for a promotion to ranking associate, after
only one fucking year. That means she'll be on the Managing Board in another
two years. All the older lawyers in the firm, like, they can't believe how
fast she's moving. Two years from now Allison will be one of the managers!
She'll be making more money than almost all those older chicks who've been
there for years longer. A lot of them will, like, totally resent that.

MARGO: Oh, fuck them!

TONI: Yah, that's easy to say, but I've got to, like, deal with their
husbands. Lawyers' husbands can be so catty. They'll laser you in the back if
you're not careful.

MARGO: Then is it wise for you to dress so sexy?

TONI: Margo, as you said - "fuck them!" I'll dress as sexy as I want. Hey,
Allison is 22 and I'm 27. We're the new generation, right? We're the future!
Allison graduated from a top law school - she's a natural manager, a future
leader. If the senior lawyers can't deal with a younger girl on top, tough
shit. I can deal with it!

MARGO: Well she's your wife! What guy wouldn't be excited to have his wife
advance that quickly in her career? There'll be lots of pressure, though...

TONI: Hey, Margo - I can handle that pressure. Allison is headed for the top
in her career because of her brain. She can't help it if she's brilliant. She
belongs at the top. I need to be at her side, taking care of her. The husband
of a brilliant, successful girl who's a managing lawyer at one of the most
prestigious law firms on Vix. But I still want to be just a househusband like
any other househusband. I'll have to do is throw a nice party every now and
then, impress people with my cooking and my stylish apartment.

MARGO: Toni, you won't be "just a househusband". You'll be the husband of a
prominent attorney. That's a lot of responsibility. Hosting all those parties
and formal dinners, getting everything just right ...

TONI: Margo, excuse me, but fuck formality! Allison and I are, like, from a
different generation than those oldgen fogies who run the firm right now.
Allison is 22 - she'll be on the Managing Board by 25! That's ten years
younger than the youngest manager on the Board right now, Margo! Allison and I
are in our twenties! And when Allison hits 25, I'm gonna make sure she goes on
the new Rejuve. Rejuve 4.0. When I hit 30, I'm doing the same.

MARGO: Sure, why not? You guys will be able to afford it.

TONI: Exactly. So, Allison will look like a 25 year-old girl for -- for twenty
years, at least.

MARGO: I'm sure you'll have no complaints about that!

TONI: The point is we're young, Margo. When I throw a party, I won't be
playing jazz on the omnivox. It'll be, like, rock-n-rage all the way! And do
you think I'm gonna come out and serve our guests wearing narrow-leg pants to
a party, a suit jacket and some clunky heels? Like some sexless prick from
fifty years ago? Fuck no, Margo! The year is 796, I'm 27 years old and I'm
gonna dress the part!

MARGO: Well, it depends on the occasion, right?

TONI: Fuck no! If it's a party for his wife's fuckin' law firm, Margo, I think
the appropriate dress for any 27 year-old man is formal lingerie. Your daytime
lingerie-style dresspants and top. Actually I don't care whether you're a
horny little secretary or a big attorney's husband. Margo, times have changed.
Our generation is different. For the first time, men are free to be men. All
the time. We don't have to hide our bodies and our masculinity just because
we're at some stupid party for our wives' office- mates.

MARGO: Bravo to that!

TONI: Just because there are a lot of girls present, talking about their work
and, like, their sports and their politics and all their silly little girlie
games doesn't mean that the men present can't feel like men. What are women
afraid of? Are they afraid of male sexuality? They're afraid that if we wear
lingerie, that we'll get horny and we'll be all over them drooling and groping
them or something. The female power structure wants to repress male sexuality
because they're afraid, Margo!

MARGO: That's true.

TONI: Well, honey, we're the new generation, aren't we? Women are just going
to have to accept men as we are. Our generation is the future. These oldgens
who run Allison's law firm and their husbands, now, are going to have to
understand that in the new generation, our generation, men are free to feel
like men. They say it's "aggressive sexuality". Honey, it's just men being
men! It's just male sexuality.

MARGO: I'll drink to that!

TONI: The female power structure can't repress male sexuality any more. Our
generation has to be the first to completely respect a man's right to enjoy
his body and his sexual role.

MARGO: Yah, and that's a good thing. We've come a long way.

TONI: If we want to ogle the girls and salivate over their tall, toned,
athletic bodies and their long, shapely legs, we should have that right, no?
It's a man's right, isn't it? Who are they to tell us how to behave, what to
think about? And sure, if I'm wearing nylex lingerie to a party full of
attractive girls, maybe I am going to feel sexier and more assertive. That's
my right, no?

MARGO: Sure. There's nothing like the feel of nylex dresspants and a lacy
blouse and stilettos to get a guy's blood flowing.

TONI: Exactly. Hey, we're men! We have a right not only to enjoy the female
body, but also -- our own bodies! A man can't really enjoy a hot athletic
female body unless he's allowed to enjoy his own body.

MARGO: That's a good way of putting it...

TONI: A guy has to feel the call of his body, his curves! How can I feel like
fucking a cute, lanky girl if I'm not aware of my curves, my hips? How can I
fantasize about screwing a big, sexy Amazon if I have to dress like a little
ten year-old schoolboy, or a prickhead equality-boy from 50 or 60 years ago?
With my body covered in some coarse, sexless fabric and wearing two-inch
clunky heels? Fuck that, we're grown men with men's bodies and men's desires!

MARGO: You nailed it, stud! You should go on some men's show on the Hive and
say that! Modern Househusband on Network 88 . . .

TONI: Margo, I'm just saying out loud what's on every man's mind. This fuckin'
female power structure that wants to control male sexuality - they do it in
very subtle ways - telling us what kinds of clothes or behavior are
appropriate for different occasions ... Instead of celebrating male sexuality.
And the male anatomy. Are women afraid of our bodies?

MARGO: You think they are?

TONI: Honey, that was a rhetorical question. Of course they are.

MARGO: Well Jennifer ain't afraid of mine. . . .

TONI: Oh, silly. It's not specific women. It's the female sex, the female
power structure, something deep in the female mind, this female- dominated
society - it's deathly afraid of our bodies, our curves. They fuck us, but
they're actually afraid of our hips and our thighs and asses...

MARGO: What - ?

TONI: Margo, remember that females are creatures of logic. Remember what they
said in class? The female mind is rational. The female brain is wired that
way. The male body - our shape - our hips - represents everything they're
scared of. Which is raw male sexual power. You know that's what our curves
represent to them, Margo. They're afraid of our curves because our curves mean
our passions and desires. The scientists have mapped these things out in the
female brain. They know exactly where and how all this works. They found out
that the curves of the adult male body - our hips and buttocks - inspire
something like a deep subconscious fear, a fear of male sexual desire and
passion. Fear that it will overtake them and overcome them. Women don't know
how to deal with that consciously. The generation of women in power right now,
Margo - they don't understand that, they don't want to face that. The women in
power right now don't want to deal with that.

MARGO: You're right. They don't...

TONI: But our generation of females will deal with that. I think the younger
girls - the girls in our generation - understand male sexual power and desire.
And they've internalized that understanding because of everything the
Masculinist Movement did. Everything the the Spikers did. And you know what?
That'll shape the way females deal with us, as a sex -- in the future!

MARGO: How so?

TONI: The girls of our generation will accept it, Margo. They'll finally
accept male sexual power. They'll give in and accept it.

MARGO: Give in?

TONI: Give in and give up. They'll stop trying to fight it, Margo. Look at the
way our generation of men dresses now. Honey, we wear these delicate little
skimpy lingerie tops, and sheer nylex dresspants -- skintight around our asses
and hips -- at office parties, in the discos, all over the place. Lingerie!
We're getting in the girls' faces with it, Margo! And 10-centimeter slutty
stiletto sandals. And now, men are even dressing like that at work. Let them
call our generation sluts, let them call us tramps. Whatever the stupid
narrowminded oldgen bitches and pricks call us, they just represent one thing
-- the past! I am a slut, Margo! I may sleep with one girl only, I may be
completely devoted to her. But I dress like a slut.

MARGO: Good! So do I...

TONI: Men are reclaiming that word - slut. But at least I'm free to feel and
express my sexual desires as a male.

MARGO: Right on! Although I would use the word "spiker" instead of slut. I
mean, sluttiness is fun, but...

TONI: What do you think the whole Spiker Movement was all about, Margo? It was
about male liberation, fighting for our right to think like men, act like men,
dress like men, and be men. Masculine power. A slut is just a spiker who's won
the Revolution!

MARGO: Yah... Didn't Marlo Stratten say, "Tomorrow's househusband is a spiker
who's won the Revolution"?

TONI: Something like that. The Masculinist Movement and the Spiker Movement
were just efforts to advance and fight for male sexuality. But that fight
really wasn't won until our generation, Margo. Look how aggressive men in our
generation are, Margo - and look how afraid our girls are!

MARGO: But didn't you just say that it was the oldgen women who were afraid of
our sexuality? Today's girls respect us.

TONI: They do, Margo - but the female sex will never conquer its fear of the
male - our desires, our bodies - our curves... They'll always have a kind of
subconscious fear. They fear our intuition. They fear male passion. They fear
our sexuality. Because they don't understand it. Honey, females have rational,
logical minds. That's the way they think, that's the way their brains are
wired. They don't understand why a man would want to stay at home cleaning the
house, cook for his wife and take care of her, wait on her, and how a man
could be so sexually aroused by all that. Women don't understand our nurturing
instinct, our need to take care of them, how that makes us feel sexy and horny
and aroused. They don't understand that taking care of them - nurturing them
-- is what turns us on sexually.

MARGO: Why not?

TONI: Like I said, it's their brains. The female brain is logical, rational,
and analytical. Females build all our cities, design our space cruisers and
orbitals. They design and build all the computers and technology that makes
the world run. They control the technology. They run the government. So
they're pretty useful to us males. And of course they're good for sex, aren't
they? But the female mind is not very sophisticated. In some ways, they're on
a lower level than us, honey. We have to understand that. Women are just like
children. That's why we say, "overgrown little girls". Now the sooner men
start dealing with the female sex in that way - the sooner we've won the
Battle of the Sexes!

MARGO: Why would we want to win, Toni? Aren't we supposed to be "The
Conqurered Sex" - like Romeo Jayslin said?

TONI: We're "the conquered sex" when it comes to brainpower and brute physical
strength. Women control the government and the technology because the female
mind is logical and analytical. The female mind is designed for all that. It's
really rather primitive. Someone has to control the government and the
technology. Are you interested in all that stuff, Margo?

MARGO: Who, me? That's all girl stuff!

TONI: Exactly. But someone has to do it, right? What would our lives be like
if the technology ground to a halt? If all the computers stopped working? If
we couldn't fly around in skycars and space cruisers, from here to there?

MARGO: Life would be shitty. Maybe it would be like on Old Earth. Getting
around in little metal boxes with wheels, groundcars. Not a lot of comfort in
that. And if all the computers stopped ... I don't know what would happen.
Would all the lights go out? Would the Hive stop working? Would it be like
black space, without our computers?

TONI: Like that and worse. Our lives would be impossible. Pretty damned
impossible. No Hive, no skywalks, no gravomags. No skycars. No spaceplanes
flying to orbitals. No intelink. Even the maser oven in your kitchen. You
couldn't even cook your wife's dinner. Computers run all the Q-generators,
right? No hydroponics to grow our food, since that runs on quantum power, too.
We couldn't even go shopping at the Emporium without Q-power.

MARGO: We'd be totally fucked.

TONI: Anything that runs on the big Q would be dead. And that means all of the
technology we depend on. And females run that technology, Margo. They invented
it, they designed it, they built it, and they know how to run it. We sure
don't.

MARGO: We're totally dependent on them. Fuckin' bitches!

TONI: But honey, it's not like they intentionally designed it so we'd be
dependent on them, or that they did it because they're so mean-spirited or
evil or selfish. Believe me, Margo - girls aren't advanced enough to be that
selfish. "True selfishness is the preserve of the male."

MARGO: Romeo Jayslin said that!

TONI: Honey, you know your men's history! Women didn't make things this way
out of spite. This is how things are because our male brains can't wrap
themselves around all the math, the number crunching and logical reasoning and
abstract, spatial thinking that comes so naturally to females. So we need
women - a lot!

MARGO: Hey, I know I need women every time my wife stands there in her little
gym shorts and t-shirt and tennis shoes ... She's so sexy...

TONI: But it's not just that way we need women, Margo. It's not just sex! And
you know it. The male sex needs the female sex to run the world for us!

MARGO: Good. I don't care. Sure, we're dependent. Don't we like it that way?
Doesn't every man want a big, strong woman to run things?

TONI: But why should we view those "big, strong women" as the masters of our
world, Margo? Just because they run the government and the technology? They
run the world, but who benefits? Really, we benefit from this deal much more
than they do, because we don't have to lift a finger to help them run this
world - do we?

MARGO: But we take care of them at home - we cook for them, we pick up after
them, we wash their clothes and pack their lunches and brush their hair in the
morning ...

TONI: We do all that because it makes us feel like men, Margo. It makes us
feel sensuous and masculine. We do all that for ultimately selfish reasons,
because nurturing a female is so sexually arousing to a man. To every man.
Let's be completely honest. We nurture women because we have a natural, inborn
sexual desire to do it, and it sexually excites us.

MARGO: Fuck yah. It's sexually arousing to feel - to feel like you're just
pampering your little girl. That role is just so -

TONI: Intoxicating? Is it intoxicating for a man?

MARGO: It's yummy. It's delicious. Enticing.

TONI: Intoxicating is the word. Margo, we males get aroused by that - by
nurturing our females - because nurturing is, ultimately, control.

MARGO: Well, is that so wrong?

TONI: Wrong or right, Margo, you'll have to agree - maybe it's not females who
control males - maybe, in a way, the male sex is in control!

MARGO: So ... where does that leave us? I mean as a world?

TONI: As a society? Where does it leave this star system? If we men ultimately
control things, then we might as well act - at least in some ways - like we're
in power, and we know it. Let's be honest with ourselves - and even, a little
bit, with females.

MARGO: But how?

TONI: I think we're gradually moving toward that point. Remember, women are
afraid of our sexual desires - even our bodies. They're afraid of our curves,
because frankly, that's the biggest symbol of male nurturing - and sexual
desire. When a girl plays you, when she's teasing your penis with her tongue,
what is she doing? Isn't she tickling your lyre?

MARGO: Yah, she's like playing your instrument. Your lyre.

TONI: That's the metaphor they use. She tickled his lyre. She played his lyre.
She's playing him. She's strumming him like a musical instrument, a lyre. The
lyre being the male's hips -- a lyre is curved just like your hips are. It's
got the same voluptuous shape. Right? So your girl plays you like a musical
instrument, and... You're in ecstasy, wave after wave, you feel it in your
hips and through your body. Doesn't a girl have sexual power like that?

MARGO: She's got the power to play me. She's making me feel like a man. It
makes me feel delicate and manly. She's in control. That's a tremendous amount
of power they have over us.

TONI: Right. But do women feel as delicious as men do?

MARGO: Delicious? No, I guess she doesn't. We feel that way. But Toni, when a
girl plays you, she's in control, not you!

TONI: But the man's having the fun, not the girl! The girl is doing all the
mundane work, just like females always do. Look at life - they do the heavy
lifting, they do the thinking, they do the driving, they do the planning, the
running, the jumping, the fighting. They do the building, they invent things,
they run the technology, they run the government. And don't we love the fact
that they have to do all that, Margo?

MARGO: I like knowing women are running things.

TONI: How does that make you feel, Margo?

MARGO: Ohhhh ... . Let me think. Sexy. Masculine.

TONI: Is it sexually arousing to you?

MARGO: Very.

TONI: How would you feel, Margo, if there were men in the government too,
running things - male politicians and leaders and lawyers and police? Male
scientists and engineers? Male spaceplane pilots?

MARGO: That would be ridiculous. That would be like - the distant past. I'd
hate it.

TONI: Why? Why would you hate it?

MARGO: Because men aren't cut out for all that stuff - being politicians and
scientists and ...

TONI: How would you feel?

MARGO: Not very masculine. I'd feel like my sex had been betrayed, like we've
lost our male privileges!

TONI: Which are? What exactly are your male privileges, Margo?

MARGO: Well, everything the Masculinists and the Spikers fought for. For the
right not to work, the right to stay home, to take care of my girl. To cook
and clean for her, to take care of her, to nurture her -- to be a helpmate. A
househusband. While she goes out to work to support me.

TONI: Margo, does playing that role - the helpmate, the househusband - does
that make you feel sexy?

MARGO: Oh, totally! That's how a man wants to feel - he wants to just be
nurturing, to take care of his girl. To serve her. I think playing that
nurturing role really allows a man to feel passionate, to fulfill a man's
sexual desires.

TONI: Those are your masculine sexual desires, aren't they, Margo?

MARGO: Those are my completely masculine sexual desires.

TONI: How do you feel when you put on your apron at home, Margo?

MARGO: Like a man! Like a real Vixan househusband.

TONI: What kind of shoes do you wear, at home, doing your housework, Margo?

MARGO: Generally spiky heels. Pumps or sandals. Sexy ones.

TONI: What if someone told you, Margo, that you had to take off your high
heels, take off your apron, and put on an old-fashioned, conservative pantsuit
like male office workers wore 60 or 70 years ago, and shoes with clunky thick
heels, and go out to work?

MARGO: Fuck no! I'd get very angry. I'm a man. I'm a Vixan man and we've come
a long way, we've made a lot of progress!

TONI: What if someone told you, Margo, when you were in high school, that
you'd have to study math, and then go to the university and study computer
science or engineering or law? What if you were forced into a career like
that?

MARGO: Fuck that. I'm a man and uhhh ... a man's place is in the home, today,
Toni. We're not going back to the past!

TONI: But maybe you'd be good as a computer engineer!

MARGO: No I wouldn't! I'm a man. Look at me! Do I look like a computer
engineer?

TONI: Margo, what about you doesn't look like a computer engineer?

MARGO: For one thing, I have a moustache. And hips. Is that enough for you?
I'm a man.

TONI: So?

MARGO: Well, men wouldn't be very good running the world. We think about girls
too much! We think about sex too much... Oh, yah, women enjoy sex too, but us,
we're.... We're built this way, we can't help it! Girls don't feel what we
feel. Our bodies are built to express our needs... Right? That's what they
said in that male sexuality course. GENEX designed the female body for action
and running and jumping and physical competition and fighting. They're taller
and stronger than we are. And the female brain is for thinking. Our bodies...
they're designed for sensuality, sex, pleasure...

TONI: And what about the male brain?

MARGO: It's for feeling, not thinking! We're intuitive, emotional, we're not
rational like girls. We can't handle math and all that analytical spatial
reasoning bullshit! Fuck that shit. That's for girls. I feel more comfortable
as a male.

TONI: Nobody said you wouldn't be able to be a male. But maybe men should be
more ambitious, maybe we should pursue careers.

MARGO: But GENEX designed our brains for feeling, honey. Not for competing
with women. We shouldn't try to compete with women in that area, because we
can't.

TONI: Then maybe we can turn the tables on the women. They control the
government, the technology, basically the whole society - except for the
things that we enjoy controlling, or at least the areas where we have some
power. Like sex. The female sex is afraid of male sexuality because it's a
powerful force which can't be tamed by female rationality. The whole universe,
it seems, can be understood, controlled, and tamed by Vixan females and their
logic and their mathematics and technology and scientific discoveries. Except
for one thing they can't control, one thing they can't tame: the sexuality of
the males of their own species! Their little helpmates and our silly male
passions!

MARGO: They've tried to control us.

TONI: But they can't. As society has become more advanced, more sophisticated,
our ability to express our sexual natures has become stronger, not weaker. The
female sex actually feels more threatened by male sexuality now. I think with
this generation, our generation, Margo - I think females will finally
understand where they stand as a sex.

MARGO: And where do they stand?

TONI: When the first human colonists came to this planet, Margo, men were the
equals of women. Physically, some men were even . . . taller and stronger . .
. than some women.

MARGO: Uggh... I don't even want to think about that! It's too weird...

TONI: Then GENEX took over and developed the New Humans through genetic
engineering. So now look at us. Men are the natural helpmates of women. We're
shorter, weaker, our brains aren't suited to understanding or harnessing
science and technology - the things that keep the world running. It's the
females who run things, they run the world. We just help, and do what they
tell us to do. But our species has evolved in another way, Margo. And this
direction of evolution has really been ignored - it's been ignored by the
female power structure. Because it scares them. Vixan males have some assets
that Vixan females lack. We have male intuition. That's a tremendous advantage
for us because in a way, it pretty much allows us to predict girls' behavior
and, like, outmaneuver them. Of course not every time, not 100% of the time.
It's more of, like, a general ability we have. When the battlefield is logic,
they win. When the battlefield is intuition, we win. The society that they run
is based on logic and rationality, because it's a female-run society. It
doesn't always work that way, but the basic rules of government and technology
and economics and all that -it's all rational. That's their world, so the
girls will naturally win on those playing fields. They've already conquered us
in those areas. But when it has to do with, like, emotions, feelings,
intuition, anything which isn't rational, we've got an incredible advantage.
So we win.

MARGO: What does that mean for us?

TONI: More and more male victories in those areas of life, over the course of
a long period, will cause the females to concede a partial defeat -- in those
areas. And the biggest and most important non-rational area, for us, is sex
and sexuality. That's where - remember? - females are in utter fear of our
sexual power, our appetites, our desires and our male -- our male passions.
What we need to do as a sex, then, is to keep pushing in this area until we're
completely victorious.

MARGO: And when is that?

TONI: When they give up! When the female sex capitulates to us. When they stop
trying to control male sexuality, in any way, ever again! And you know what?
We're near that point. Very close to that point. Once we arrive at that point,
we've won, because we've basically tipped the balance of society in our favor.
Our generation of men is going to be the first to experience that! We're
already there, Margo. We're already are experiencing that. Honey, the younger
secretaries at Allison's law firm basically wear little lingerie outfits to
work. Skimpy black lace blouses - the sheerest nylex - bare shoulders and
backs - with sheer black nylex dresspants, some of them have their little
black lace jockstrings showing. Slutty spike sandals and big hoop earrings
just like we're wearing. But in the office. A law office. Professionalism has
gone out the window, honey. Professionalism has gone out the window, honey.
These little secretaries are practically nude! Twenty years ago, a law firm
would never have allowed secretaries to come through the door dressed that
way. Sure, the guys would all dress that way on dates or at after-hours
parties. But at work, during the day, with all those lawyers and clients
around, sitting in on depositions, taking dictation from a cute young lawyer?
In a professional work environment? I worked at that firm for almost a year,
and you know what? That's how I dressed. A little skimpy two-piece nylex
lingerie outfit, lacy midriff blouse and dresspants, and my trampy stiletto
sandals every day. That's what the standard is, now. Men have finally broken
through the old barriers, Margo. We've shattered that poliglass barrier
between our sexual selves, and the world outside. The girls have to deal with
that now, Margo. We've brought our masculinity right up to their office doors.
And you know something? The further we advance, the more nervous, the more
afraid they get! It's like we're about to invade their rational little female
world or something. And political correctness is on our side, because the laws
and the government basically support male freedom of sexual expression. Honey,
with men voting at 17 and girls not until 22, we have so much more political
power than women do. Not in terms of leadership and politicians, but votes.
Who picks all those female politicians? It's us. Men do. Let the girls make
the decisions about the economy and the STA and about how much to spend on
building the next space orbital. When the elections come, we'll elect girls to
office who will support the causes we believe in. The right causes.

MARGO: What did Allison think of the way you dressed at the office?

TONI: Who gives a shit? Not me. She dealt with it. She internalized it. I
guess she couldn't help internalizing it because all the secretaries dressed
similar. Bare shoulders, bare midriffs, lace and hips and asses everywhere.
Guys bumping and grinding. Through every hallway, voluptuous secretaries
walking with their spike heels clacking on the floors. There's a sound that'll
scare a young girl! Even a young attorney is accustomed to having some power.
Allison's only 23 years old, Margo. She's just a baby. In her world, young men
of her generation have only ever dressed that way. That's all the girls of her
generation are used to. Aggressive men? Allison's had secretaries flirting
with her, propositioning her all day, brushing up against her, trying to
corner her in the hallways after work. And girls today, they can't cry about
sexual harassment at the office anymore. Those laws were all overturned ten or
fifteen years ago! So now you have men who are a lot more sexually assertive
in the workplace than before. It's a different world now. And we're not going
back to the past. An executive or lawyer can fire her secretary for
incompetence, or being chronically late, but not for coming on sexually
towards her.

MARGO: Did you come on sexually towards Allison?

TONI: Fuck yah I came on to her. She was the cutest girl at the firm! How
could I resist that gorgeous shoulder-length blonde bob, those big, clear blue
eyes? How can I resist a drop-dead gorgeous 190 centimeter tall girl? And then
when I saw her in shorts, showing off those sexy, long legs! And the
peaches-and-cream complexion? Once I saw her play volleyball with the firm's
team, once I saw her in her cute little volleyball uniform with those short,
tight little shorts, it's like, I felt like her body belonged to me. So firm
and toned and athletic, I just said, "that's mine." And that gorgeous platinum
blonde hair bouncing up and down when she jumped! Or sometimes she'd just pull
it back into a pony-tail with a little scrunchie and it would just bob up and
down with every jump and spike - I felt like she was teasing me, she was so
cute! So irresistible. And sometimes at work, she'd wear her glasses. Those
sexy plasteel-framed ones, that just set off her eyes and hair so nicely. They
made me think of a schoolgirl. And that perfect fair, peaches-and-cream
complexion, all over her body. Those high cheekbones and full, red lips - the
upper one even thicker than the lower one! I mean, she's got the face of a
little girl, I just wanted to take care of her all day! So naturally I started
bringing her coffee, snacks, sandwiches. I started serving her lunch at her
desk on busy days. I mean lunches I would fix right there in the firm's staff
kitchen. Then one day, we were in her office and she asked me if she should
wear focalenses instead of her glasses. She said she thought the glasses
looked dorky. I said, no! The glasses are actually fashionable. They're a
fashion accessory, I said. She asked me what's a fashion accessory. I
explained it was something like my wrap. Something extra. I told her an
accessory in fashion is useful to achieving a certain look. I said, those
glasses are very sexy. Some people might say you look sexier without the
glasses, but I think the glasses make you look very sexy, too. It's like, I
know you're a tall, attractive woman, and that you've got an athletic body,
but what else do I know about you? I know you're a brilliant attorney, but
does anyone on the street know that? Someone on the street might mistake you
for a college girl. Or even a high school girl. That's a compliment, I said.
But put the glasses on and you become this brilliant young attorney.

MARGO: So how did the conversation end?

TONI: I got close to her, bent down over her desk, I complimented her on her
eyes -- I forget exactly what I said -- and I kissed her.

MARGO: And the rest is history, right?

TONI: Well, sort of. It still , like, took me about two more weeks to get her
in bed!

MARGO: So... Tell me about this party. Pickin' up some new threads for Allison
too, for the party?

TONI: Oh, probably. Like any female she's incapable of choosing her own
clothes.

MARGO: What do you think looks best on her?

TONI: Oh, any old girl stuff. A nice pressed white shirt, a cute corduroy vest
and matching pants. Close-fitting, corduroy. Maybe tan. Or baby blue, to pick
up the color of her eyes.

MARGO: Oooh, that'd be cute.

TONI: For girls, corduroy is like somewhere in between casual and dressy.
Shit, even when I'm in dresspants and sandals Allison likes to be casual. I
swear, she'd wear her fuckin' volleyball shoes out on a date if I didn't make
her take 'em off and put on dressier shoes.

MARGO: Yah, you in your 10-centimeter metallic spike sandals, and Allison
wearing her white tennis shoes and athletic socks. Now that's a modern couple,
right?

TONI: The only way to be seen these days! Let's go party, guys and girls!

MARGO: Yah, the Man and Woman of the Future. Party down! . . . But I'm trying
to think of what else you can get her that would look cute. Maybe you can find
a cute little matching baby blue headband. That'd complement her eyes even
more, wouldn't it?

TONI: Yah, if I can find the right shade of blue.

MARGO: What shade is that? I'm trying to picture Allison's eyes. . .

TONI: Sort of a . . . picture a periwinkle sky. Between a baby blue and a
powder blue.

MARGO: How sweet! What a gorgeous color. Enough to make any man swoon, right?
What kind of shoes will you get for her?

TONI: Oooh, fuck. I hadn't thought too much about that. But I just love the
styles they're coming out with in girls' shoes these days. So cute, totally
feminine. Shoes a girl can be a girl in! Shoes she can run in, jump around in,
if she wants to.

MARGO: Like a dress shoe, but it secretly doubles as a sports shoe! Something
girly. Girls need to run, don't they?

TONI: You can't keep 'em in one place too long. That's the problem! We need to
let girls be girls... I want to get Allison a few pair of those lovely suede
numbers, maybe burgundy or sienna or indigo - or even that same cute shade of
blue. Nice 2 or 3 centimeter girly block heel. Very smart.

MARGO: Yah, I know. Those suede deals are so fuckin' incredibly hot. Don't you
just love the ones with the little sort of faux buckle in front - made of the
suede?

TONI: Oooh, yah, I know that. They're so cute. You're getting me hot just
describing them.

MARGO: Girls are so cute! They're too clueless to know how sexy they can look
in nice clothes, but. . .

TONI: They do look lovely wearing nice shoes, though. I love it when Allison
and I are slow dancing, and I'm wearing my dresspants and stiletto sandals --
and my bare toes rub up against her cute shoes. And I look down at our feet
and my toes touching her shoes. And it just hits me that her shoes are somehow
just darling. . . so feminine. And I wiggle my toes. And you know what I tell
her?

MARGO: What?

TONI: I tell her whenever you see a man wiggle his toes, it means he thinks
you're pretty. It means he thinks you're adorable. And he's getting excited.
And whenever you see a man wiggle his hips, watch out. It means he wants your
body. Girls just don't get it! They have to be told...

MARGO: Of course they don't get it! They're just girls! Get her the suede
ones!

TONI: You know how, like, girls don't know shit about men's clothes, or shoes?
You wanna know something cute Allison said to me a couple of weeks back? She
picks me up at my apartment and I had just gotten into her skycar. We were
going out to dinner and dancing after. I was wearing some beige dresspants and
new beige sandals I just bought? I asked her, "Sweetie, like my new sandals?"
She looks down at 'em and says, "Sandals? Aren't sandals too casual? This
restaurant we're going to is pretty formal."

MARGO: Ha ha! What did you say?

TONI: I couldn't believe her.

MARGO: Toni, doesn't she know that stiletto sandals are actually dressier than
closed-toe shoes?

TONI: Typical girl, right?

MARGO: Well, did you set her straight? TONI: Oh, I gave her the scoop. I
educated her in modern male fashion. Know what she said?

MARGO: What?

TONI: She thought it was somehow odd that men would wear sandals when they got
dressed up, that sandals were supposed to be casual because - get this, Margo
- bare toes are for like, beach parties and shit.

MARGO: Oh, how cute! That is typical female!

TONI: See what I mean about overgrown little girls? They'll never understand,
Margo.

MARGO: Well? What did you tell her?

TONI: I laid it out straight, Margo. I said, sweetie, for men, bare is dressy.
A man looks and feels more elegant and sophisticated when he's got some bare
skin showing. And maybe that the more skin a man shows, the more elegant and
sophisticated he feels, up to a certain point. And baring the toes is
definitely dressy and elegant. And a male should be able to dress and feel
like a male.

MARGO: Did she understand?

TONI: She finally understood. I wanted her to understand that, Margo.

MARGO: Have fun dressing her, Toni. She's all yours!

TONI: I know!

MARGO: Maybe even get her a few pair of periwinkle to match her eyes? For
really casual times. Dates with just the two of you. You in your tight jeans
and spiky pumps, her in some cute sports shoes and her blonde hair pulled back
in an adorable headband that matches her eyes.

TONI: Mmmmm. . . You're getting me hot!

MARGO: What about when you get home?

TONI: Well, you know. I'll try. I just finished watching a show that addressed
only that sort of thing. Post-party seduction. It had some good ideas. Like
going home and having her act out a day in the office, only you're her
secretary. Sit yourself on her desk so that she's facing your crotch, and say
something like, "Now, how does this compare to a spreadsheet?"

MARGO: WOW!!

TONI: Oh yah. I have big hopes for tonight.

MARGO: Good luck. Fuck that big blonde Amazon girl, you lucky little
househusband-to-be. Fuck her baby blue lights out!

TONI: Oh, Margo, I'm looking forward to becoming one of the club! Sharing
recipes, spending time just hangin' in the kitchen in my apron. Watching
daytime romances all day. . .

MARGO: Don't you do that now?

TONI: Yah, but it's not quite like when you're married, is it? When you're
married it's a whole different world. It's not just about watching romances on
the Hive. I'll have my own kitchen, and I'll be taking care of my own wife. My
way!

MARGO: That's what it's all about, stud. Our way.

TONI: Yah, when you're married, she's yours. You get to do whatever you want
to her. Turn her into your baby-doll.

MARGO: I know. It's so beautiful... I'm gonna cry, because it reminds me of
Jennifer and me. You fuck a girl every night and after a while you notice a
change in her. That's right. She becomes your baby-doll.

TONI: Yah, because she learns what it is to have her husband take care of her.
As she becomes used to it, she gets sweeter and turns into exactly what you've
always wanted - what you've always dreamed of and fantasized about. She's
still this tall, athletic Amazon, the girl you've always lusted after, but now
she's yours.

MARGO: All yours and only yours.

TONI: And she doesn't really answer to anyone but you.

MARGO: Yah, even her boss at work comes second. She knows she's yours.

TONI: Just Allison and me alone in that big beautiful apartment. Me and my
baby-doll. It'll be like our own little world.

MARGO: Hey, you'll be a househusband, honey. The whole world will be your
world.