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Cat Lady on a Hot Tin Doll's House

Chapter Eight

THE MARCH 2, 2066, LECTURE -- "Gone with the Wind"

Professor Fuchs was surprised to see Professor Thomas Jones and Professor Constance Coolidge in her lecture hall Wednesday. "We thought it would be fun to sit in on one of your lectures on the way back from Mardi Gras," Professor Coolidge said.

"I was there too but I guess it is not surprising that we need not see each other among all those crowds. If you'd contacted me, perhaps we could have had lunch or watched a parade together," Emily answered.

"To tell the truth, our trip down here was sort of spare of the moment. I had a meeting with Professor Rutledge this morning and Tom and I decided that as long as I was coming this far south, we'd go down a few days early and go to Mardi Gras," Professor Coolidge said.

"Dare I ask what you were meeting with Professor Rutledge about," Emily said.

"You've already dared," Professor Jones said.

"I was interviewing to get a job," Professor Coolidge said. "I gather you've been busy down here, but it has become quite clear that North Liberal Arts is going to be merged into Ohio State and will lay off many people. The announcements have not been made yet, but I would not expect that you will be teaching there next year."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Emily said. "I guess I had better get out some resumes myself. Do you think you will get a job here Constance?"

"Professor Rutledge was very cordial, and I think honest. He said that they had another prospect for the anticipated literature teaching position about whom they were very enthusiastic that they felt could fill a few different roles at the university, but he would get back to me if that prospect fell through."

Emily thanked them for visiting, wished Coolidge luck and began her lecture.

Professor Fuchs presented the short life of Margaret Mitchell and naturally mentioned the Clark Gable, Vivian Leigh movie before stating:

"Gone with the Wind was perhaps the most popular American novel of the 20th Century. It has long been controversial both through its presentation of slavery and of women. It is a long book. I have only asked you to read one chapter, the most controversial chapter of the book with regard to the sex issue.

"Scarlett O'Hara is presented in most of the book as a strong and courageous woman, sort of a proto-feminist. But there is no point in beating around the bush," Professor Fuchs said, "the key passage for us starts with Scarlett's rogue husband, Rhett Butler, saying, 'You turned me out on the town while you chased him,' meaning Ashley Wilkes, Scarlett's not so secret crush. Continuing, 'By God, this is going to be one night when there are only going to be two of us in my bed.'

"The next paragraph is, 'He swung her off her feet into his arms and started up the stairs. Her head was crushed against his chest and she heard the hard hammering of his heart beneath her ears. He hurt her and she cried out, muffled, frightened. Up the stairs he went in the utter darkness, up, up, and she was wild with fear. He was a mad stranger, and this was a black darkness she did not know, darker than death. He was like death, carrying her away in arms that hurt. She screamed, stifled against him and he stopped suddenly on the landing and, turning her swiftly in his arms, bent over her and kissed her with a savagery and completeness that wiped out everything from her brain but the dark into which she was sinking and the lips on hers.'"

Professor Fuchs stopped reading aloud to say that it seems clear enough that this event was not consensual before continuing to read the paragraph explaining that Scarlett's clothing was torn off and there was much "darkness" that is not detailed by Mitchell. Emily then read, "Suddenly she had such a wild thrill such as she had never known before; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to his arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate moved too fast."

Professor Fuchs explained further that the violent taking of Scarlett, even with her "wild thrill," was not the most controversial part of the episode. The most controversial part was the description of Scarlett's feelings the following morning. Mitchell wrote, "oh, she should be ashamed, should shrink down from the very memory of the darkness! A lady, a real lady, could never hold up her head after such a night. But stronger than shame, was the memory of rapture."

"A lot of crass things have been said about these words," Professor Fuchs explained, "but to be clear, the heroine is taken by force, scared out of her wits, apparently had at least one orgasm although Margaret Mitchell does not exactly write that, and Scarlett decides afterward that she liked it."

"One could say that this was one of the first bodice ripper romance novels." Professor Fuchs proceeded to explain briefly what a bodice ripper romantic novel was. She explained that this strange concept of a woman being ashamed that she is not ashamed of having enjoyed a sexual experience arises in a number of such books. Also, if this was a rape, it was a rape of stock fantasy kind in which the woman was raped by an extremely attractive man; in this case even her husband."

Several male students in the class said that they did not think this was rape but at most rough sex within a basically consensual relationship. "Is he supposed to get a signed consent form before having sex with his own wife?" a member of XYY asked in the class. Another guy went further and said, "Things have changed since all the woke stuff sixty years ago in 2016. Southern women in post-feminist 2066 know that if you arouse a guy, you have to put out. If you don't, what naturally follows isn't rape, it's men being men."

Professor Fuchs conceded that it probably would not have been considered rape in 1867. She said it certainly would be considered rape in northern Ohio even in 2066.

"It sure as hell was rape," Blake spouted out. "The fact she thought she enjoyed it just means that Scarlett was fucked in the hell."

A few guys snickered and Emily thought she heard one guy say, "I'm sure she'd enjoy it."

As usual, other than Blake, none of the female students in the class spoke up with the male students present. They know their place, Emily thought.

THE SEMINAR ON "Gone With the Wind"

Later that afternoon, after Professor Fuchs greeted everyone, Sophia kicked off the discussion by saying that, "It was said by somebody or other that every history is about three times; the time it is about, the time it was written and the time you read it. Here, the novel is about the 1860s, Mitchell wrote 'Gone with the Wind' in the 1930s and we are reading this in 2066. The irony is that we may be closer to the attitudes of 1866 than 1936 now."

"Yes, Emma said, "Scarlett was taken by her husband. He had every right to her. The only odd thing is that she failed to realize that she should be thankful and that there was nothing wrong with her enjoying it. It's not as though a rich woman like her couldn't replace the clothing that was torn. Any implication that Rhett was wrong to take what was his or for Scarlett to enjoy it, should be ascribed to the silly 1930s feminist thinking of the last century and early part of this century that we are now beyond."

Blake predictably exploded. Even Emily was surprised by the remarks of Sophia and Emma. "Rhett certainly did not get the clear consent that we tell the boys that they must have at Northern Liberals Arts College," Emily said.

"Oh, come on," Emma said. "Scarlett was married to Rhett. Maybe the stupid idea that a man could be guilty of raping his wife is still prevalent up north but in sensible parts of the country that nonsense is over. Women are not to be hurt or treated with disrespect, but they are to obey their husbands. Rhett should not have drunk so much and he should not have been seeing prostitutes but his real mistake that led to the others was in not earlier making clear to Scarlett that she had to satisfy his needs and those of the family she would have."

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Avery said, "I don't think Blake and Emily are aware of the custom that we have down here of wives, in addition to their marriage vows, signing free use contracts that pledge free use of their bodies for as long as the marriage is in force."

"What?" Blake said incredulously.

"No, I don't think we were aware of such a practice," Emily said. "How many of you who are married have signed such an agreement."

Virginia, Sophia, Emma, Nora, Christine and Avery raised their hands.

"I understand your surprise because I've been up north and I realize that, despite the national reconciliation, mores are very different in the north and west coast than in the rest of the country. Here, it is considered unromantic not to sign such an agreement." Christine said. "It's important symbolically but not a big deal in practice. The agreements only come up in rare cases because most southern women grant such free use automatically unless there is a serious medical reason not to do so and most men do not ask their wives to do things that they really don't want to do."

"When does such an agreement come into play in practice?" Emily asked.

"If a wife runs off, a man might ask the state patrol to bring her back like they do other indentured servants who violate their contracts," Christine answered. "But men don't like to do that. Also, it is considered so shameful to run off that southern women just don't do it unless there is some very good reason."

"What if the jerk is violent?" Blake said.

"A little family discipline - spanking, maybe some public shaming - is ok," Avery said.

"Oh wow, are the cave men allowed to use their clubs? What of serious violence?" Blake asked.

"One may not do physical damage to indentured servants, but it is very rare for a man to want to do such a thing to his wife. If a little physical damage happens every once in a while, and isn't too serious, we just have to tolerate that to have a proper society. If a woman is seriously injured or killed, the husband might be prosecuted." Avery said.

"Jesus H. Fucking Christ," Blake answered.

"My God, how you do swear," Avery said, "I must emphasize that virtually no men hurt their wives in the south because wives honor their husbands and men do not hurt their servants. That would be irrational even if a man wanted to do that."

"A lot of husbands don't enforce their indentured servitude rights at all," Nora added."

"Donna, Codie, Crimson, Madison, Kimmy, do you unmarried southern women agree with the views that has been expressed by Avery and Emma about Rhett and Scarlett?" Emily asked.

"Well yes," Donna said. "If you agree to a marriage as it is framed here, you get what you bargained for. You are an indentured servant with few rights. That's a big part of why I've never married and maintain my residence in New York."

"If you want one of those no-fault, women-as-equal-partners marriages, you have to go north," Madison said. "Isn't that what the national reconciliation is about? Every region makes its own rules and every part helps every part enforce its own rules for conduct within its territory.

"If you don't want to live down here, go elsewhere. If you do want to live here, play by the rules. The choices for women here are to be a wife, that is a free use sex object for one man, to be a woman below deck on a boat or in a brothel, that is a free use sex object to many men, or to be a spinster, you don't have sex."

Crimson and Kimmy agreed with Crimson.

Codie added, "Madison is right about the rules here, that's why I want to get out of here."

"As I'm sure you know, Professor Emily," Nora said, "If you stay down here more than six months, you'll be considered a resident and birth control won't be an option anymore and you will be subject to our laws against adultery."

Emily thought that was an interesting reminder to come from Nora after the last weekend.

"I think I'm going to puke," Blake said.

Emily switched the subject to the poetic "darkness" imagery of Rhett's assault on Scarlett as it was clear to her that the discussion of the proper role of woman in marriage had reached a dead end.

As soon as the seminar ended and the women began to head to dinner, Nora rounded up Crimson, Madison and Kimmy. Nora said that they should talk about organizing a free use sex object auction. "I'm definitely in and I'm tired of listening to you girls complain about lack of money. We should see if we can find two other women willing to participate and begin working out the details for the selection process and auction."

Overhearing the discussion, Codi said, "Nora, are you fucking nuts?"

"Perhaps, but is that your business? You're not your sister's keeper," Nora replied.

"Well, since your bod is owned by your master, what does your husband say?"

"Woods said that I should do what I want," Nora replied. "Although a lawyer who applies the rules on indentured servitude and entered into one with me to go along with the local customs, Woods has never been thrilled with such contracts. Woods is a throw-back to the first quarter of this century. Some sort of sentimental male feminist. Many would be shocked at what he allows our indentured governess to get away with. He treats her like a lady, let's her go out with men and, to my knowledge, has never touched her himself."

The women here would be even more shocked at what Woods lets Nora do, Emily thought.

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Madison, Kimmy and Crimson eventually said that they would at least look into risking becoming a free use sex object and trying to find a few more women to play.

Nora said that she took that for a 'yes,' and none of them disagreed.

Crimson announced, "I'm going to be on display in the Petting Zoo Club in Holly Springs Saturday night. I probably won't get too wild. Volunteers just go on display and get groped a bit. Only the ones who have signed up for sex necessarily have sex, but I might be able to see if I could survive being a free use indentured servant. Those of you with friends who are Club members should come by.

THE PETTING ZONE AGAIN

Virginia announced Friday morning that she, Emily, Donna and Nora would be the guests of Randall Calhoun, Eric Knox, Robert Gelt and Judge O'Hara that night at the Petting Zoo. "We'll have dinner, first, in the restaurant with all the handsome boys."

"Virginia, I really think I have learned all I can from exposure to those creepy places," Emily replied. "One time at the Petting Zoo was enough to last a lifetime.

"No, Emily, this is different."

"Virginia, as you know, I have seen Crimson display herself before. I can pass on another such exhibition."

"I agree as to Crimson. But this Saturday night I have been promised that on display will be an old acquaintance of yours."

"Are you going to tell me who?" Emily said hoping it was not anyone she knew well who was down on her luck.

"No, I think I will let it be a surprise."

So, the following night saw the afore-listed group having dinner in a restaurant where all the waiters wear hardly more that jock straps. After dinner, the group took the elevator to the Petting Zoo. Sure enough, Crimson was on a little pedestal, naked and posed as a slave girl. Her plump breasts and shapely thighs were the target of numerous men. A few ran their fingered through her red hair above the neck and below the waist.

Crimson did not try to hide an orgasm that occurred to her when a vibrator was held up against her pudenda.

Shortly after Crimson's obscene display, a woman came in from the back rooms to assume a position on another little pedestal. Oh my God, Emily thought, that's the infamous Amanda from my college dormitory. My guess that she was the same Amanda involved in taking down Loretta Alt must have been correct.

Amanda saw Emily and gave her a little wave. Robert Gelt got up and talked briefly to the Petting Zoo manager and soon Amanda was seated at the big table with the eight. She was seated directly between Emily and Randall Calhoun.

Emily was really not sure what to say. Amanda said, "Great to see you, Emily, after all these years. Nice dress."

It was the same party dress that Emily had bought for the Gelt party getting yet another public outing.

"Yes, Emily's dress is nice if rather familiar, but I like your attire, Amanda, much better," Eric Knox said. Armanda was wearing nothing but a slave ankle bracelet.

Amanda smiled at Knox's silly remark and asked Emily what she'd done since college. Emily briefly went over her Ph.D. program and her job as an associate professor in Ohio and explained that she was giving a series of lectures at Old South University on the southern gothic view of women.

Naturally, Emily asked Amanda what she'd done since college. Amanda asked, "Do you want the G rated version or the honest version?"

"The honest version, of course," Calhoun interjected.

"Well, then," Amanda said after jiggling her breasts by facing Calhoun, then the rest of the table before turning to Emily. "I got careless about taking my pills and got pregnant. I had no trouble taking care of that in Michigan, and I finished getting my bachelor's degree majoring in philosophy mainly for kicks. I never thought I was going anywhere with a philosophy major but could not bring myself to go into anything that would yield a job.

"I worked as a waitress a while but that paid for shit. I started working in a so-called Gentleman's Club, sort of like this one, but that did not pay much either unless you provided a bunch of 'extras.' After I did enough extras, I decided to quit wasting time pretending to dance and became an escort in Cleveland and did that for a few years.

"I found I enjoyed fucking for a living. Sure, some of the guys were unskilled or unattractive but none of them insisted I keep my eyes open while I had them in me. If you are as into fucking as I am, you can make do with about any cock.

"Then there was my high school's 10th anniversary which was kind of sad because the high school had been flattened by one of the tornadoes that sweeps through Tennessee every summer these days. The school valedictorian, Margaret, an attractive woman though not nearly as attractive as you, Emily, talked five of us into taking the risk of becoming essentially sex slaves. She assured us that it probably wouldn't happen because she thought she could get classmate Loretta Alt to be in the game.

"You'll notice that Margaret did not put herself up although she was as attractive as Loretta or certainly me.

"Margaret did talk Alt into participating. I think Loretta is as oversexed as the Kraut she plays in the television drama.

"We set up some complex rules, but they allowed me a pretty good chance of getting out with a lot of money and no obligation.

"Naturally, I was jittery as all hell going into the selection process because I sort of knew where I'd be if I was selected to be sold. The boats have been operating now for 30 years and everyone knows what goes on above and below deck in those things. Sure, I had been working as an escort but there is a lot of difference between being an escort and being a sex slave. As an escort, I did not have to take a client I did not want or work more than I wanted. As an escort up north, I was not subjected to the medieval Comstock rules against any kind of birth control.

"But once the rounds began, guys started working on me to surrender. I had not paid any attention to the surrender clause or given any thought to just giving up and becoming a sex slave.

"But you know, I've always been hot to trot, way too hot to trot. The guys running the auction started whispering in my ear that they'd take real good care of me while they kept working on my body and saying that I'd be famous and fixed up for life after I got off the boat.

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