The girls arrived for breakfast together.
"Fuck me with your mouth, don't stoooop," Brielle said, in a credible imitation of Georgina, while Lola moaned and screamed.
The girls all laughed and touched. The touch robbed the words of malice. Reggie explained about her nightmares and how they destroyed Georgina's sleep.
Brielle hugged Reggie, "You will share my bed tonight."
"Mine tomorrow," Lola said. "We are Ultra dolorem. We share the good and the bad."
Reggie's smile looked sad at the edges.
"Mine on the third," Georgina said.
Reggie beamed, she dragged them all from the table into a hug.
"Thank you, Ultra dolorem," she said, as if she was only just understanding what it meant.
Georgina watched her then said, "Ultra dolorem - no more pain. Is not an acceptance of the past but an obligation together for the future.
Brielle whose flat reading skills were probably more tuned than even Georgina's, said, "...and?"
Georgina smiled, thinking she had expressed the whole thought, but yes, there was an and. Confident in the sorority and support, she expressed her coalescing philosophy unpolished. Normally she would only speak if she had fully refined the concept in her head. Now it seemed that the thoughts were being formed by her mouth.
"Men are not the enemy," she said, "we are."
The girls sensing that the thoughts were almost too new to be expressed, smiled their support and waited.
"Men are not the oppressor, we are the oppressed."
Georgina smiled, her nascent feelings had all fallen into place.
"There is a space between the two, the oppressor and the oppressed, being treated like an enemy and being the enemy."
"Us!" Lola said.
"We have to allow it, and we do," Brielle said.
"Well fuck them," Reggie said.
"What a good idea!" Lola said with a lascivious grin.
Hilarity ruled, the girls hugged and laughed. Eventually their faces ached and decorum returned.
In the quiet, Georgina said, "Fucking them, in the sense that Reggie was suggesting, is just changing the gender of the oppressor. We only need to rule ourselves. We accept no agenda but our own."
Georgina's smile overlapped her face, "Revolution is the only hope of the oppressed," she said.
"We rule ourselves," Reggie said. "I like it, what is it in Latin?"
Georgina grinned, "Et nos ipsi imperare but enim imperare nobis is a better translation of the concept, it means - We rule us."
Brielle pulled a little knife from her pocket, she cut the tip of her finger, Georgina understood and gave her finger to Brielle to be cut. When all the fingers were bleeding they joined them.
"You first Georgina," Brielle said.
"We declare Sorority nobis. We will accept the world ONLY on our terms, our agenda will be foremost. In solidarity we will prevail."
Brielle repeated the oath, as did the others, she responded to the slight shake of the heads of Lola and Reggie.
"Our blood mingles, we are one. Our oath is to support each other in Sorority Nobis and in life."
The girls recited the oath together.
"Stronger together," Reggie said.
Again they repeated the oath together.
"Sisters in love and love," Lola said.
This oath was supported vocally and physically. The girls hugged while they licked their fingers.
Georgina answered the door quickly she was afraid it would be battered down. The open door let in little more light than the closed one. Apart from small gaps each side of the head, the body she faced was of door sized proportions.
"I'm Crash, Rags sent me," he said.
Georgina was tempted to peer around behind him to see if someone else was speaking, his voice sounded like someone was rattling a tin filled with ball bearings. Instead she offered her hand.
"Come on in Algernon, I'm Georgina."
Georgina's offered hand was refused so she turned and walked into the house, Crash stood in the doorway. Georgina looked back over her shoulder, unimpressed with Crash's mountain imitation she said, "Come on, Algernon."
The door shut and he caught up with her in the corridor and pulled her shoulder so she was facing him.
"No one calls me Algernon," he said.
Georgina was aggravated by his attitude, "Not even your mother?" she asked, cheekily.
He looked a little confused. "Well, yes. She calls me Algernon."
Georgina brushed his hand off her shoulder.
"I saw you play rugby in the varsity match. You were truly elegant in your play. Crash is such an inappropriate name for someone with such grace."
Again, Georgina left him behind, this time he had his mouth open.
"Come on... Algy."
He caught up again.
"No one calls me Algernon!" he said.
Georgina raised an eyebrow.
"Apart from Mother," he added.
"NO problem CRASH, as we are setting down rules NO ONE touches the girls. That includes you."
She stared him in the eye. He was surprised that he looked away first.
"Welcome to the team Crash."
He growled, but followed meekly. Georgina opened a door and shouted.
"Morning tea, we have a visitor!"
By the time the kettle had boiled the girls arrived, chattering like school children. Lola was first in the kitchen.
"Oh!" she said and walked up to Crash, he could have kissed the top of her head without bending. Shamelessly she rubbed her hands over his shoulders and down his chest.
"Lola, sit and behave," Georgina said, much to Lola's disappointment.
"Girls this is Crash. Roger spoke about him if you recall. He is joining us, primarily for our protection."
"Crash, can you protect me from myself?" Lola asked, with a licentious grin and a body shimmy. Her meaning couldn't have been clearer.
"Crash, ignore her, she is shameless."
