In Depth Review of Studying... Of Course Not!

So, finals kicked my ass. Don't get me wrong, I am pretty confident I aced them all, but they still, nonetheless, kicked my ass. Farah, on the other hand, seemed to breeze through her exams. She was right there with me studying the whole time, and we definitely offered each other plenty of... study breaks, stress reliefs, and distractions, but she seemed to be genuinely happy with her little corner of the world. I asked about it one night over passable dining hall chicken parmesan, and she said now that she has a master, one who is willing to work towards building a harem, everything just seems a bit brighter. While I was on board the 'Farah Harem Express', I was dismayed to find that I had effectively lost the option to chicken out.

Either way, notes were studied, tests were taken, bags were packed, and my car was loaded. We got lucky: Farah's last test was the absolutely last scheduled exam, so by the time we were on the road, the bulk of the student traffic had already disseminated along the highways. The roads were even dry and clear too, so it was smooth sailing for the three hour trip to my home.

I did notice, however, that as we got closer to our destination Farah seemed to get more and more anxious. As much as I tried to ease her fears that my family wouldn't like her, she got lost in her own head over it. So, I did the next best thing. I asked her about her plans for our harem expansion. As she put it, "One devoted slut doth not a harem make." It worked. She had big plans, and talking them out seemed to really relax her. Our dorm room was fine for the upcoming semester, but we were going to be moving off campus. She'd already started scouting places, and found a couple big places close to campus. Money was no object, her mother was loaded and was more than happy to foot the bill, dependent on a promise to visit soon. She was very tight lipped about the girls she had her eyes on, however. I would by drawing one of her cards as soon as we returned to campus, she vowed/threatened.

Before long, we were pulling into my driveway. Promising one last time that my sisters and mom would love her, I opened the front door and welcomed her into my childhood home before I was gang tackled by my sisters into a squealing pile of laughter. Fortunately, my mom was a step ahead of them, and had pulled Farah to the side. Gwen and Beth had been 'greeting' me like this since before I left for college. I'd learned to take a fall, but few of my guests were ever quite ready for the impact.

"Ladies, this is Farah," I said once I got the opportunity to speak, "Farah, my mom just saved you from a fate worse than ****."

"HEY!"

Any objection the girls could have launched was silenced by a renewed tickle attack. Once they settled down again, I continued, "Farah, I guess you might as well met my sisters too. The blonde is Gwen, and the brunette is Beth." And with that, Farah was pulled into the living room by a chattering horde, promising "photo albums" and "great stories."

"Oh good," I said to myself, as I headed back outside to start grabbing our bags, "straight to the incriminating evidence. Awesome."

"Oh, they're not that bad. Usually," my mother called out, "Hey, when you're done I would like to have a chat with you. And Farah, if you wish. Please? It is really important to me."

That was odd. My mom is great, but she's never seemed this... unsure of herself before.