And now the sub-plot winds its way into the story:
All David had ever wanted was a nice, Theocratic girl. Ever since he was only 3, when he had repeatedly had the Fear of Jehover beaten into him by his loving parents, he's wanted a nice, Spiritually Mature (TM) wife. A wife that would be in perfect subjection, and would only want to do it in the missionary position. Unfortunately for young David, all of the Corridor Cuties that he saw at the Conventions were well-known for their sordid escapades after the sessions. One of his friends had commented in a low voice that Sister So & So had been known to fornicate! Although the thought of this made David blush and squirm a little, and prevented him from standing up for over half an hour, despite thinking about Ted Jaracz a lot.
Now he'd met Hilary, and suddenly there was hope again. Jehover must've been smiling on him, blessing him with this hot piece of ass. Despite appearing to be one of the most chaste women David had ever seen, he had his suspicions that she might be one of those girls who didn't only do it in the missionary position...the thought excited him so much that he couldn't stand up for the rest of the day! His parents thought he was feeling sick, but it was all made better when Hilary smiled at him in that non-missionary-position-loving way of hers...
Heart beating tremulously, David phoned Hilary. Surprisingly enough, her parents weren't at home, and the conversation soon descended into some decidedly non-Spiritual topics. Hilary knew a great deal about demonized Smurfs, which surprised and delighted David, who was himself a great demonic toy aficionado, and so they chatted for hours and hours about little blue toys that could run across Convention platforms unaided (and also out of Kingdom Halls during prayers, apparently).
David loved the way Hilary talked about Smurfs. She shared his true passion for them, their fluffy, demonized felt fabric, their cute little demonized eyes, even their adorable demonic white caps! David knew he had found the true love of his life, someone who would be supremely subjective, saying yes dear, even when he got home from work and kicked the cat and then asked her why she wasn't barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.
And so it came to pass that David asked Hilary out for a Coke during Service. Always hovering the background, Hilary's father made his presence known in the form of an astonishing number of personal questions, ranging from bizarre topics like David's favourite Smurf doll to whether he had ever committed the gross, probably unforgiveable sin of holding a girls hand (ye Gods!). David carefully answered all the questions with feigned aplomb, and then Hilary's father grudgingly allowed him to go out in Field Service with her. "But only if you place at least 20 magazines, otherwise you're toast, understand?" were his parting words as the couple went into the Field, blissfully entwined via the heavy bookbag they were each holding a handle of, in the true Pioneer Romance spirit.
Walking very, very slowly, in fact almost going backwards, David started shyly talking to the astonishingly well-endowed Hilary:
"So, err, how many Smurf pictures have you got in your scrapbook? Aren't you scared your Dad will find it?" he said.
Hilary flipped her hair, almost causing David to faint, and then whispered: "What he doesn't know won't hurt him! Besides, it's not technically against the rules, right? I mean, there's never been a Questions from Readers about it, you know what I'm saying?"
"I see your point. That's great. So, do you submit?"
"To what?"
"Oh, this and that...you know, submission. A wife's duty, and all that..." David was on dodgy ground, now. Hilary looked at him oddly, then said:
"Oh, yeah, sure, barefoot and pregnant behind the stove, I'm with ya! Sure, dude! Whatever you want!"
"Hilary, I think this is going to be the start of a beautifully submissive relationship. We need to discuss the headship arrangement in more detail, though. My mom's place, 7PM tomorrow good for you?"
"I'll have to check with my Dad..."
"OK..."
