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(I'm Just Mad About) Saffron
Chapter 4, A Civilized Society



"What the hell is going on here?" I asked, looking at the scene before me. Jim and Jeff, 
who were looking very guilty, seemed like they had been thrown on my bed. Saffron was 
standing in the corner, hiding behind Robbie, who looked pissed.

"Nothing!" Jim protested

"We weren't doing nuffin wrong!" Jeff reiterated.

"That's not what I heard," Robbie snarled. He was pissed. I hadn't seen him so angry 
before. That was enough to make me angry, and seeing Saffron change from enchanting 
to genuinely upset… That was enough to make me want to mop the floor with them.

"Saffron, what happened?" I asked, grabbing a tissue from my desk and walking up to 
her. I glared at my brothers menacingly. I tried to calm her down gently, but she was, I 
don't know what she was. Something was upsetting her. I was in a tough position, trying 
to be kind to her while I wanted to drill my brothers. Thankfully, 

"They, just wanted to, dance," she said, choking up a little. I offered her the tissue, which 
she used to dab on her face.

"And she said no, that's when tweedle dee and tweedle dumbass here tried to force her," 
Rob said, pointing menacingly.

"Look, what's the big deal? She's a woman, it's like," Jeff tried to say.

"What the hell are you talking about? She's a woman and she has a goddamned choice! 
Do you even understand how anything works at all? Have you even paid attention in 
class? What about the rest of your life?" Rob asked furiously.

"Uh," Jim said, mumbling something I couldn't understand.

"Look, I know you know this. Just like a man, a woman has a choice in whatever she 
does. They teach you this shit in kindergarten, the first day that the chastity belt comes 
off. If she says no, then you have to honor and respect that. You can't force her to do 
anything that she doesn't want to do!" Rob shouted angrily. I was too preoccupied in 
Saffron crying, and willing to let Robbie be the angry one for the moment.

"But, but in school we gotta sleep with the girls, and, and," Jeff tried to explain.

"It doesn't matter if it's a dance or if it's sex, you DON'T get to force her to do 
anything!" I shouted. What the hell were they thinking? This was so ridiculous. Were 
they really running around thinking that they could force women? Could they really not 
understand how society works? Just like women can't force us, we can't force women. 
It's so obvious, how else can a civilized society work?

"No, you've got it all kinds of wrong, once again. I swear to god, it's not that hard to 
understand. What you're doing in school is learning how to take care of a woman. How 
to treat her properly. Yes, you have to learn how to have sex with her, you have to learn 
how to ballroom dance, how to cuddle and how to work and how to provide and how to 
goddamned care for her. You learn how to treat a woman with the respect that she 
deserves. Just like she has to learn the exact same thing. She's learning how to take care 
of a husband, just as you're learning to take care of a wife. That's why you both learn 
from an early age to make love, so that men and women don't have to go their lives 
without an ideal partner, inside the bedroom and out," Rob said. He was so pissed it felt 
like he was stealing my thunder. I needed to get in on this, but I just wanted to be there 
for Saffron more than anything.

"You two know this shit. I know you do, after last time. So why did you do it?" I ask, 
after Saffron had finally dried her tears. She was upset, and what they did was insane, but 
why is she so upset?

"What about a woman, she's, she's got to be willing to have sex, with her husband, or her 
boss," Jim asked, dodging my question.

"That's different and you know it. When a woman agrees to marriage or to sign up for a 
work contract, it's the same as the man. It's the man's job to provide for a woman in the 
workplace, and her job to provide for him at home. Women are held to standards, just as 
we are. Dad comes home every night after fulfilling his part, and he and mom never 
complains about a thing. He's fulfilling his side of the contract by working and providing, 
and when they have sex, he takes care of her there as well. She's the same way. They 
keep each other as happy as can be, not just in the bed but all day. Because they've 
learned how to be a caring husband and wife, who respects his wife." Rob said. I couldn't 
agree more with him.

"But men get to hit women!" Jim protested. He was either the thickest kid ever or he 
really didn't want to understand it. I guessed a little of both.

"And women get to hit men too. But it's a weighed punishment for breaking part of the 
contract. It's not just arbitrary, they don't hit women for fun. Just like with some women, 
their husband hit them when they didn't have dinner ready. She would have broken her 
part of the contract. But you remember Mr. Anderson, who used to live across the 
street?" Rob asked. I remembered him. He seemed like a nice enough guy.

"What about him?" Jim asked.

"He couldn't provide for his wife. He couldn't hold onto a job, because he was always 
screwing around. I don't mean he was just being stupid. He was cheating on his wife. So 
his wife filed the paperwork and they found that he had broken the terms of their 
marriage contract. But she was a nasty one, and instead of just letting him opt out, she 
kept him as a cuckold. He lives as a permanent sissy maid in her house, never being let 
out of a chastity belt. She remarried, this time to Mr. Thomson. Now Mr. Anderson 
spends all day cleaning the house and doing laundry and making dinner, and when Mr. 
Thomson comes home he has to watch every night when his ex wife gets fucked by 
someone else," Robbie said. I watched Jim and Jeff shut the hell up at that. That was 
pretty harsh, but it was fair, and his fault for cheating. Oh that reminded me.

"You want to know what's worse?" I asked rhetorically, not really waiting for an answer. 
"In my grade, you'll learn about what they do to the few people who mistreat women. It's 
not nice. There was a boy once in this very town, about twenty years back. He forced a 
girl to kiss him. He tried to force her to have sex with him too. Kid wasn't much older 
than either of you. When they found out about it, they took him from his bed in the 
middle of the night. Ever seen those stocks at the city hall? Well they took him, and left 
him there, naked, with the word rapist on a poster over his head. People would come by, 
yell at him, swear at him, throw food or whatever they wanted at him. Dogs would piss 
on him. For a whole day straight he wasn't able to do anything but stand there. Nobody 
could go and help him. There was nothing to eat, and nowhere for him to go. He couldn't 
even go to the bathroom. He just had to piss and shit himself. After a day they let him go, 
washed him off and sent him home. His parents were so ashamed they put him up for 
adoption," I said, staring them straight in the eye. "Nobody adopted him."

"Come on, we're going to talk to dad," Rob said, grabbing my brother's in his arms. They 
didn't put up much protest as he lugged them out of the room.

"Wait!" Jeff said, holding onto the doorframe.

"Look dipshit, you have two choices. We can tell dad and let him dole out the 
punishment, or we can have Saffron tell her father and he can call the cops. What do you 
think is the best choice?" I asked, staring at him.

"No, I, I mean…Missus Saffron," Jeff said quietly.

"What?" the so far silent Saffron asked, looking at them. She had seemed in a daze, but 
seemed to come back to us when her name was called out.

"I'm sorry," he said, hiding his head in what looked like shame. "I, I didn't know. I didn't 
mean to."

"Me too, missus Saffron. I mean I'm sorry too. Please don't hate us," Jim answered.

"I accept your apology," Saffron said, feigning a slight smile as Robbie dragged them 
away.

"Don't let that get to you," I said, wrapping my arm around her, trying to cheer her up.

"It's not them, they're just kids," she said, shaking her head. Kids? I mean my brothers 
were younger than her, but just by one and two years. What they did was completely 
unacceptable.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to ease her mind.

"It's, it's okay. I'm okay. I just want to lie down for a little bit, okay?" she asked.

"I, sure," I said, trying to be as sympathetic as I could.

"I just don't feel like wearing this right now," she said, removing her dress. It came off of 
her shoulders easily and dropped to the floor, leaving her wearing just a black set of 
panties and a bra.

"That's okay, I understand," I said, watching her climb into my bed.

"I could use a little company," she said, patting next to her.

"Oh, okay," I said, moving towards her.

"No, not like that. I just want to snuggle for a little bit. Maybe later, it's still early," 
Saffron said. She was right. It was only eight. There was no reason to rush things. 

"And lose the suit, I don't feel like dress up tonight," she instructed me, pointing from 
behind her back. I followed her orders, leaving my suit in a pile near her dress. I 
considered grabbing some new clothes for a moment, but instead I decided to just go in 
my boxers. That's what she was doing, and I didn't know what she wanted right now. I 
just wanted to get up there with her. I hopped onto the bed and lay myself beside her. My 
chest to her back, I breathed in the sweet smell of her perfume, and held her body close to 
mine. I still hadn't gotten the hang of this, but it seemed simple enough. There wasn't 
much to do, but just be there.

For longer than I could tell, we just lay there. The radio was on, and it went through a 
number of songs, but I couldn't recall a single one. It was just background noise. I 
couldn't help myself but feel for Saffron, even though she said she was okay. Something 
was wrong. But I don't get it, was she so upset at Jim and Jeff bothering her, or was there 
something else? She made it sound like it wasn't them. What they did was unacceptable, 
but to change her so? Knowing Saffron I would have expected her to knock their blocks 
off.

"Will," she said, finally.

"What is it beautiful?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, I'm sorry if I sort of spoiled the night," she said, curling up a little. I moved my 
legs around hers, trying to spoon her.

"You didn't spoil anything," I said, kissing her shoulder. "So don't worry about it. It's 
not your fault."

"No, it kind of is. I, I just got upset when everything happened. They didn't do anything 
that bad," she said, grabbing my hand. 

"Saffron, you have every right to be upset babe, so don't worry about it. My brothers 
acted like asses. It's not your fault." I reiterated. What was she getting to?

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked, squeezing my hand.

"Uh yeah, of course," I said, wondering just what this was going to be. She hadn't ever 
spoken to me like this before.

"But if I tell you, I need you to keep it from everyone. Everyone. I've never told anyone 
this before. Not Billy or Heidi or Amanda or Jill or nobody," she said, more serious than 
I've ever heard her in her life.

"I promise, I won't tell anyone a single thing. Nobody. Not anyone at school, not my 
family, not even my dad. A man keeps his word, especially to his woman," I said with as 
much conviction as I had in my body. 

"Okay. Well, I,…"



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