Ahh -- new housemates!

Gunnar reflected a moment on his whirlwind session with Dr. Fawn Johnson. He had to wonder at the sheer cosmic odds against everything that was happening to him, and his sensible old self felt wary. Yet he also felt a rising new feeling, a sense of peace, even easy good humor. He was, after all, now most definitely The Man. He had to wonder if he might even consider an avocation in porn.

There was a rustling at the door, and it swung in. Gunnar saw a petite blonde in a ruffled blouse and summer-faded jeans bring in an armload of books and set them on some shelving. She turned and smiled, and he was struck by the lyrical blonde Scarlett Johansson loveliness of her. "Oh! Hi! You must be Gunnar! I suppose I owe you an explanation. I'm Austen."

Gunnar quickly looked her over as subtly as possible. The name seemed unfair to such a curvy and blatantly bosomy girl. "Austin?"

"With an E, not an I. You know, like Jane Austen. I'm afraid Adam and Jimmy aren't here anymore; they're sorry they made their decision while you were away, but they suddenly wanted to drop out and try to start an online business, and they knew we needed a place, and from what all they told us about you you sounded really cool, so we hoped you wouldn't mind if we became your new housemates."

"We?"

"That should be the end of it!" came a new voice. A tanned girl in a T-shirt and cut-off jeans dumped her own books next to Austen's then turned. She had long black curls, and Gunnar was impressed by a bosom even bigger than Austen's. Her backside seemed a bit broad, in a way that somehow reminded him of Salma Hayek -- which was more than okay by him. The new girl took one look at him and said "My God, you're HUGE! The RAIP did that to you!?"

Austen was confused. "Gunnar was ****?"

"R-A-I-P," Gunnar explained, "redundant adult immediate puberty. Yeah, it gave me a growth burst!"

"Oh!" Austen blushed. "I never put it together! Of course, you're Gunnar Hart, you were in the news. You're kind of a celebrity!"

"Emphasis on the 'kind of,'" Gunnar played down.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I'm Bronte."

"Austen ... Bronte. You ladies are at the right university!" Gunnar was pleased to see them laugh -- and from the way their chests jostled merrily, he wanted them to laugh a lot more.

"Gunnar, listen, Bronte and I are planning on having a whole bunch of our friends over this evening for a consciousness raising session, we hope you don't mind."

"That's fine -- so long as you understand I may have other plans myself sometimes." To raise something other than consciousness, he didn't say.