. "Heather says you told her I'm a head case," she announced."Heather needs to discover what is and is not a privileged conversation," I retorted."May...e." She dog-paddled a bit in place, then added, "Cletus, it's not going to work." Okay," I replied, shrugging."Okay?" I don't feel like arguing," I told her. "We can fight about it later when I do." What?" Her face screwed up. "You can't just walk away and then come back later and say things haven't changed!" Why not?" I asked. "You do." I DO. The first thing I had to ask myself was if having seven women would be too many. Marissa and I sat and hashed that one out for quite a while. We'll have a combined household, I wouldn't want to leave Holly, Beth, Katy, Dana, or especially Marissa. So eventually what we decided was that Beth and Katy are officially my concubines and Marissa will pick two more. Thus we put out an advertisement aboard the ship asking if anyone had a dependent male who had turned fourteen recently and failed to. What if what I thought was Momo was actually some eccentric con artist that was really good with makeup? What if the mailman came by and saw Momo? What if she ended up chasing a fly and my house was a total wreck?!I finally pulled into the driveway, finding no signs that cops or government scientists in HAZMAT suits had stopped by. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. From what I could tell, the house seemed fine. There was no damage that I could see, nothing appeared. Three other guys missing from the football team which got its ass wiped on Friday night. That was a bigger thing. Until Saturday evening when a senior party was raided and both booze and weed were found. I guess someone forgot to bribe the deputies. Whatever, I was happy to be moved from the spotlights. Marie was back but she was avoiding me. Well maybe she was avoiding almost everybody.As my usual lunch companions had decided to collect all the rumors they could get, I found myself sitting.