I couldn't dream of doing anything wrong to either of them, and yet in the past year they both seemed to be a lot quieter around me, and I didn't know...why. It's not like I was out there rallying for Male Domination. It had seemed to me as if whenever I entered a room, they had just been talking about something, and yet they both seemed oblivious whenever I asked about it. My father had died young of an aneurism. Luckily he had left a surprise nest egg behind, which had been enough for both my. But it was Laci. "Here," she said. "One of my oddball friends who has a shop that specializes in medieval costumes has this one. It's supposed to be some sort of Celtic priestess thing." It's white," I giggled. "I ... uh, waaaay past white." That's an archaic idea, in the first place. In the second place, it's your first marriage..." ONLY marriage," I corrected."Okay, only marriage. And it's not dyed. It's unbleached linen, so it's not pure white. And it's long, but not too long, and flowing,. "Very well," I nodded. "Do not feel that you must sleep alone -- but you may if you wish." I allowed Jolene to tug me away.In my bedroom, Jolene undressed me; while she did so, I asked, "Will there be ... disaffection?" I waved at the door, the inclusion of Marie evident in the gesture."No." Jolene placed my uniform shirt in the closet to be cleaned by the automated clothing maintenance cycle. "She believes that at a minimum, things have become old and stale for the two of you, and that it is. At first, the result was complete anarchy. Riots, looting, violence and vandalism were the order of the day, as the populace protested against the curtailing of their ?democratic freedom?. Using the might of their private militias, The Consortium put down all resistance and pacified the world. At first, the people were cowed by fear, but as the years passed they began to enjoy their prosperity and the ideas of ?privacy? and ?personal freedom? faded away until they were only whispered by people.