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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file. Note: This work is copyrighted to the author, 
Nessus and should not be used for commercial gain by any other persons. This 
includes posting on any commercial site.  Otherwise ....enjoy


Yuki
Book Two of a Political Saga
(Note: You MUST read `Protection' first)
By

Nessus

Music: (Yuki's Theme) "Sly" by Massive Attack on the "Protection" CD


Chapter Four

I soaked in the bath for a long while, wondering what to wear and wondering 
about the strange feelings that were stirring within me. Ideas flooded 
through me as I worked on my face, mentally discarding that outfit and 
wondering about another.  Finally, I settled for a simple black cocktail 
dress. Although I found myself wondering why I was doing it, I chose black 
lace lingerie complete with garter belt and black stockings.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt sensual, sexy and absolutely female. 
Part of me also whispered in a corner of my mind that I was acting as 
seduction machine and I also knew that any normal man, would have jumped all 
over me, driven by wild desire. The question was, who was I seducing or was 
I just experimenting as I moved forward in my new life?

I finished it off with simple jewellery and a musky perfume that swirled 
around me as I walked. Chorister's jaw dropped when I walked in and I bowed, 
clutching my small purse in front of me. "I apologise for keeping you 
waiting.

"Don't worry about," she croaked. "It was worth it."

We ate at a small Italian restaurant where the staff fussed over us all 
night, a piano accordion player stood at our table while he played and, even 
the chef visited our table to implore us to try certain dishes. He was a big 
smiling man who laughed and cajoled us until the problems of the world 
seemed unimportant and vague.

"This is wonderful," I said to Chorister as I took a small sip of the red 
wine. "Thank you."

She nodded her head and I marvelled at those green eyes. "It's my pleasure." 
The restaurant was full and noisy; the sound of people enjoying themselves 
filled me with happiness, and happiness I had not felt before. After a 
moment she put her glass down and looked at me. "Do you miss Harvey?" she 
said suddenly.

"Harvey?" I said, surprised. "I have not thought of him for a long time." I 
suddenly realised I not only thought of my former self as a completely 
separate person but I had not even thought of him for a long time.

"You made the right choice?" Chorister asked, her finger circling the top of 
her wineglass.

"Yes," I said simply. "I am very happy. I am more at home as a woman than I 
ever was as a man. Yes," I said looking deeply into those beautiful green 
eyes, "I am happy." I took a small sip of wine. "Chorister, do you have a 
lover?" I asked, surprised that I did. "I am sorry," I said quickly. "That 
is not for me to know."

"I don't mind. No, I don't have a lover and I haven't for a long time." We 
sat in silence and she suddenly smiled at me. "You are very beautiful," she 
said in a husky voice. "I thought you were before you went back to the 
Institute but now, you're extraordinary."

I tilted my head in a coquettish way. "That is very kind of you to say 
that."

"It's true," she said, waving her hand at the restaurant. "Look around, 
every man and a few of the women have their eyes glued on you all night."

"Please," I whispered, eyes lowered, "Do not say those things in such a loud 
way as it embarrasses me."

"The chef doesn't usually come to the table and entertain people, you know," 
she said, lowering her voice and leaning forward across the table. "I'm sure 
the waiters said something to him and he had to come out for a look."

I raised my eyes. "Does this attention embarrass you? I am sorry if it 
does."

Chorister smiled. "Embarrassed? No, I'm kind of proud in a funny sort of 
way. It's not every night I get to dine with a movie star, you know," she 
added mischievously, raising her glass to her lips.

"Of course I had forgotten I am a famous movie star but yet, no one has 
asked me for my autograph."

She lowered her glass and looked at me quizzically. "Did you just make a 
joke?"

"I am sorry, it was a small attempt. It is this accent. I am surprised you 
do not laugh every time I speak."

"Why would I do that? You're accent is not funny, it is different but it 
suits you and makes you so, oh I don't know," she finished lamely.

"Krill said it mad me royal."

"Yes, she told me you were like an Eastern Princess."

I blushed. "I am surprised she told you that."

"Why?"

"I did think it was something she said to make me feel better."

"Oh no, she meant it." Chorister toyed with her glass. "It wasn't all her 
fault, you know, all of this. She was in stasis for three months and 
Jennifer took over Centre again by default. No one could stand against her 
and she hated," she paused and then rushed on. "Harvey so much she ordered 
the seclusion, hoping it would lead to suicide."

I nodded. "Krill informed me you lied to Jennifer and saved me." There was 
silence and I'm sure we were both remembering that moment when Chorister had 
to choose between killing me or saving me. "Why was Krill in stasis?" I 
asked changing the subject.

"You know what female circumcision is?" she asked slowly and I nodded. 
"Andaluan was a victim when she was very young."

"That is horrifying? That is still done to young girls against their 
wishes?"

"Yes, unfortunately.  Our technology has just evolved where we can grow and 
graft. She chose to be the first to check the results. It was when she was 
in stasis the incidents escalated."

I watched the scene around me, lost in thought for a few minutes until the 
waiter hovered. "More wine mam?" he asked and I shook my head.

Chorister raised an eyebrow. "Had enough here?"

"It was very wonderful, Chorister. Thank you."

"Where to now, Princess," she teased. "I am yours to command."

"Then I command you to take me back to the hotel," I said quietly, mentally 
falling into those green eyes.

Chorister swallowed. "Ok," she said in a small voice, waving at the waiter 
for the bill.


End Chapter Four
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading.
This is the second book in the series called `A Political Saga'.
If you are confused, it's because you haven't read Book One first! Do so, it 
makes it all clear.
All my stories, including `Protection' are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com)
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