"That one has _really_ got a bone in it," James said, unhelpfully.
Three minutes more of silence.
"It"s up to you, Lola," Garlock said then. "It"s your field."
"I was afraid of that. There"s a way. Personally, I like it less even than the other, but it"s the only one I"ve been able to think up. First, are you absolutely sure that our refusal--Belle"s and mine, I mean--to breed down will be valid with them?"
"Positive."
"Then the whole society from which we come will have to be strictly monogamous, in the narrowest, most literal sense of the term. No exceptions whatever. Adultery, anything illicit, has always been not only unimaginable, but in fact impossible. We pair--or marry, or whatever they do here--once only. For life. Desire and potency can exist only within the pair; never outside it. Like eagles. If a man"s wife dies, even, he loses all desire and all potency. That would make it physically impossible for you two to follow the Hodellian Code. You"d both be completely impotent with any women whatever except your mates--Belle and me."
"That will work," Belle said. "_How_ it will work!" She paused. Then, suddenly, she whistled; the loud, full-bodied, ear-piercing, tongue-and-teeth whistle which so few women ever master. Her eyes sparkled and she began to laugh with unrestrained glee. "But do you know what you"ve done, Lola?"
"Nothing, except to suggest a solution. What"s so funny about that?"
"You"re wonderful, Lola--simply priceless! You"ve created something brand-new to science--an impotent tomcat! And the more I think about it...." Belle was rocking back and forth with laughter. She could not possibly talk, but her thought flowed on, "I just love you all to pieces! An _impotent tomcat_, and he"ll _have_ to stay true to me--Oh, this is simply _killing_ me--I"ll _never_ live through it!"
"It _does_ put us on the spot--especially Jim," came Garlock"s thought.
He, too, began to laugh; and Lola, as soon as she stopped thinking about the thing only as a problem in anthropology, joined in. James, however, did not think it was very funny.
"And that"s less than half of it!" Belle went on, still unable to talk.
"Think of Clee, Lola. Six two--over two hundred--hard as nails--a perfect hunk of hard red meat--telling this whole d.a.m.n c.o.c.keyed region of s.p.a.ce that he"s impotent, too! And with a perfectly straight face!
And it ties in so _beautifully_ with his making no response, yes or no, when she propositioned him. The poor, innocent, impotent lamb just simply didn"t have even the faintest inkling of what she meant! Oh, my...."
"Listen--_listen_--_listen_!" James managed finally to break in. "Not that I want to be promiscuous, but...."
"There, there, my precious little impotent tomcat," Belle soothed him aloud, between giggles and snorts. "Us Earth-girls will take care of our lover-boys, see if we don"t. You won"t need any nasty little...." Belle could not hold the pose, but went off again into whoops of laughter.
"_What_ a brain you"ve got, Lola! I thought I could imagine _anything_, but to make these two guys of ours--the two absolute tops of the whole Solar System--it"s a stroke of genius...."
"Shut up, will you, you human hyena, and _listen_!" James roared aloud.
"There ought to be _some_ better way than that."
"Better? Than sheer perfection?" Belle was still laughing but could now talk coherently.
"If you can think of another way, Jim, the meeting is still open."
Garlock was wiping his eyes. "But it"ll have to be a dilly. I"m not exactly enamored of Lola"s idea, either, but as the answer it"s one hundred percent to as many decimal places as you want to take time to write zeroes."
There was more talk, but no improvement could be made upon Lola"s idea.
"Well, we"ve got until morning," Garlock said, finally. "If anybody comes up with anything by then, let me know. If not, it goes into effect the minute we open the locks. The meeting is adjourned."
Belle and James left the room; and, a few minutes later, Garlock went out. Lola followed him into his room and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the edge of a chair, lighted a cigarette, and began to smoke in short, nervous puffs. She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it without making a sound.
"You"re afraid of me, Lola?" he asked, quietly.
"Oh, I don"t.... Well, that is...." She wouldn"t lie, and she wouldn"t admit the truth. "You see, I"ve never ... I mean, I haven"t had very much experience."
"You needn"t be afraid of me at all. I"m not going to pair with you."
"You"re not?" Her mouth dropped open and the cigarette fell out of it.
She took a few seconds to recover it. "Why not? Don"t you think I could do a good enough job?"
She stood up and stretched, to show her splendid figure to its best advantage.
Garlock laughed. "Nothing like that, Lola; you have plenty of s.e.x appeal. It"s just that I don"t like the conditions. I never have paired.
I never have had much to do with women, and that little has been urbane, logical, and strictly _en pa.s.sant_; on the level of mutual physical desire. Thus, I have never taken a virgin. Pairing with one is very definitely not my idea of urbanity and there"s altogether too much obligation to suit me. For all of which good reasons I am not going to pair with you, now or ever."
"How do you know whether I"m a virgin or not? You"ve never read me that deep. n.o.body can. Not even you, unless I let you."
"Reading isn"t necessary--you flaunt it like a banner."
"I don"t know what you mean.... I certainly don"t do it intentionally.
But I ought to pair with you, Clee!" Lola had lost all of her nervousness, most of her fear. "It"s part of the job I was chosen for.
If I"d known, I"d"ve gone out and got some experience. Really I would have."
"I believe that. I think you would have been silly enough to have done just that. And you have a very high regard for your virginity, too, don"t you?"
"Well, I ... I used to. But we"d better go ahead with it. I"ve _got_ to."
"No such thing. Permissible, but not obligatory."
"But it was a.s.sumed. As a matter of course. Anyway ... well, when that girl started making pa.s.ses at you, I thought you could have just as much fun, or even more--she"s charming; a real darling, isn"t she?--without pairing with me, and then I had to open my big mouth and be the one to keep you from playing games with _anyone except_ me, and I certainly am not going to let you suffer...."
"Bunk!" Garlock snorted. "Sheer flapdoodle! Pure psychological prop-wash, started and maintained by men who are either too weak to direct and control their drives or who haven"t any real work to occupy their minds. It applies to many men, of course, possibly to most. It does not, however, apply to all, and, it lacks one whole h.e.l.l of a lot of applying to me. Does that make you feel better?"
"Oh, it does ... it does. Thanks, Clee. You know, I like you, a lot."
"Do you? Kiss me."
She did so.
"See?"
"You _tricked_ me!"
"I did not. I want you to see the truth and face it. Your idealism is admirable, permanent, and shatter-proof; but your starry-eyed schoolgirl"s mawkishness is none of the three. You"ll have to grow up, some day. In my opinion, forcing yourself to give up one of your hardest-held ideals--virginity--merely because of the utter bilge that those idiot head-shrinkers stuffed you with, is sheer, plain idiocy. I suppose that makes you like me even less, but I"m laying it right on the line."
"No ... more. I"ll argue with you, when we have time, about some of your points, but the last one--if it"s valid--has tremendous force. I didn"t know men felt that way. But no matter what my feeling for you really is, I"m really grateful to you for the reprieve ... and you know, Clee, I"m pretty sure you"re going to get us back home. If anyone can, you can."
"I"m going to try to. Even if I can"t, it will be Belle, not you, that I"ll take for the long pull. And not because you"d rather have Jim--which you would, of course...."