Message-ID: <48497asstr$1089972605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040716013820.40554.qmail@web60407.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2004 18:38:20 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} JC:Ed Biggers IV-08 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Lines: 704 Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2004 06:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48497> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge ===== Lazlo Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? New and Improved Yahoo! Mail - 100MB free storage! http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail <1st attachment, "biggers4-08.txt" begin> JC: Ed Biggers Part 4: Adjournment Chapter 8 By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 This was the first time that Ed had traveled outside his normal area while wearing his black robe and the reactions that he received were beyond anything that he would have predicted. People stared at him when he walked by them. It wasn't the kind of stare that people gave freaks, but the kind of stare they gave a celebrity. Months of television coverage about the mysterious Druids had made the name a household word. Whenever there was a forest fire, Sid was on television talking about how the Fusion Foundation had helped put it out and, of course, he was wearing his Druid robes whenever he was interviewed. Druids had found children lost in the woods, brought down drug rings, rescued people from burning buildings, and stopped riots. Every night, at least one Druid was on television talking about something that they had done to make the world a better place. Walking beside Ed, Linda was unnerved by the attention. The closer she stood to Ed, the more attention she received. Finally, she whispered, "They're staring at us." In a soft whisper, Ed said, "No, they are staring at my robe. For most of these people, this is the first time they've seen a Druid." "Wow, how do you stand it?" "I don't know. This is my first time to experience something like this. Usually, I'm able to fade into the background," answered Ed as they arrived at the ticket counter. Ed found the line for first class and went up to the counter. The woman, wearing her airline outfit, almost hid behind the counter. Summoning her courage, she asked, "What may I do for you sir?" Ed was about to answer when the supervisor came out and relieved the woman. The supervisor asked, "What may we do for you sir?" "I have reservations on a flight out of here," answered Ed. He flipped open his identification so that the man could look it up in the computer. The supervisor paled when he saw the ID for the IRS. After working on the computer for a full minute, the supervisor said, "Yes, Dr. Biggers. I'll print up your ticket right now. Do you have any luggage to be checked?" Shaking his head, Ed pointed to the saddlebag slung over his shoulder while Linda held up her travel kit. Handing the tickets and a card to Ed, the supervisor said, "Okay, sir. Here are your tickets and this is a complementary key to the VIP lounge for you to use while waiting for your flight." Looking at the key, which was nothing more than a credit card sized piece of plastic with the logo of the airline on the front and a computer strip on the back, Ed asked, "Is this normal for first class passengers?" "No, sir. You are a Druid and we'd like to extend this courtesy to you." Ed frowned, irritated at receiving special treatment, and looked over at Linda who was standing there wide-eyed. Rather than make a scene, he said, "Thank you." The two of them walked away from the counter and headed to the gate. It took them less than a minute to get through security. When they passed the VIP lounge, Linda asked, "Can we go in?" "Sure," replied Ed enjoying her sense of adventure. Normally, he would have enjoyed it, but he hadn't liked the way it had been offered him. They sat at a table as a waitress came over to them to get their drink order. While Ed ordered a coke, Linda ordered a glass of wine. The waitress, as she set the beverages on the table, said, "That will be ..." A man caught her attention across the room by gesturing wildly. When she finally understood what he was signaling, she said, "These are on the house." Frowning at the sudden change in what she was saying, Ed asked, "How much would they normally be?" "Eight dollars," replied the waitress. "Thanks," replied Ed. Not having seen the man behind him making the gestures, he was irritated at the way she had suddenly decided to make them complimentary. When the waitress had left the table, the man from across the room came over to their table. When he arrived there, he held out a hand and said, "Welcome to the executive lounge." Looking up at the man, Ed asked, "Do we have you to thank for our drinks?" "Yes. I believe that you are the first Druid that we've had come through this airport." "Not really. We usually fly out of here on a private jet, but this is a vacation trip rather than a business trip. We thought we would save a little money, so we are going by commercial airline," replied Ed. "Oh, so you live around here?" Glancing over at Linda, Ed said, "Basically." An awkward quiet descended on the group as the man looked at Ed trying to figure out what that answer meant. A memo had passed over his desk that all airport managers were to look for a Druid that might be interested in consulting for the airline. This particular firm was in financial trouble and it was hoped that having a Druid make suggestions would help the company. In the mean time, Ed was trying to figure out what the man wanted from them. He didn't trust the entire setup and wouldn't until he knew what they wanted from him. Linda sipped her wine feeling important just for being in the room. Finally, the man broke the silence. "Are you interested in consulting for our airline?" At last the truth was out. Leaning forward, Ed replied, "Not really. I want to be on the board of directors." Shocked at the audacity of the suggestion, the man sat back in his seat wondering what to do. The memo hadn't covered this situation. There was only one thing that could be done and that was to call his boss at corporate headquarters. Standing, he said, "Excuse me for a moment." The man stepped away from the table as he reached into his pocket and made a call on his cell phone. From across the room, Ed watched him talking on the phone with his boss. Incredulous that Ed would have the nerve to ask that, Linda asked, "Do you really think they would put you on the board?" Smiling at the expression on her face, Ed said, "Maybe not, since the guy didn't ask my name. We'll see what happens next." The man finished his conversation and returned to the table. Sitting down, he said, "If you'll give me your name and contact information, the office will get in touch with you." Ed pulled out one of the family cards and handed it to the man. Glancing at it, the man put the card in his pocket without giving it a second thought and said, "I'll forward this information on." Ed pulled a second card out and handed it to the man as he said, "I think you should call your boss back." "Why?" "You might want to keep your job," remarked Ed. The man left the table and called his boss again. This time, the conversation was much shorter with the man looking at Ed several times as shock spread across his face. Pale, the man returned to the table and said, "Dr. Biggers. They accepted your proposition. At the next board meeting you will be recommended to become a member." "Thank you," replied Ed with a smile and a wink at Linda. Her reaction was a little more muted as it was the first time that she had seen Ed use his influence. The man looked at Ed for a minute and said, "Thank you for making me call a second time. You probably saved my job." "No problem," answered Ed. He checked his watch and added, "We had better get to the gate. Our plane is about to board." Linda finished her wine before standing up while Ed left a ten- dollar tip for the hostess. The two of them left the lounge and headed to the plane. They made it just in time and took their seats in first class. Once they had seated themselves, Linda asked, "So why were you so sure that they would put you on the board?" Looking over at Linda as she sat proudly in her chair, Ed answered, "A lot of companies have been trying to get Druids on their boards. I know this airline is in trouble and the fact that they only wanted a Druid to consult suggested that if I were to play their game, they'd be out of business before too long. I'm sure that someone there has a list of who's who among the Druids. I am pretty high in that list." Raising an eyebrow, she replied, "That's rather conceited of you." "No, it just makes me old. I've been serving the Two-Sided One longer than anyone else alive," answered Ed honestly. "Is that how rank is determined among the Druids?" "Yes. That and how many Gods and Goddesses you serve. John serves three and that makes him the highest ranked Druid. There are three that serve two and they are the next highest ranked. Jerry has served the longest of anyone. Then there is Mary, she's been serving the second longest. Then there is little old me." "So you are the seventh highest Druid?" "I guess so. I don't really think about it because it doesn't mean that much," replied Ed. It was funny, but the only Druid that seemed able to call upon others was John. Otherwise, Druids just showed up where and when needed. Linda looked at Ed with a funny expression. It was hard to believe that two of her husbands were that important and neither one thought of themselves as special. In a way, she felt as if she and Leroy were the least significant people in the family but no one had ever treated them that way. The trip was without incident. When they landed, Ed told Linda to stay in her seat until everyone else had disembarked from the plane. Confused, she did as he asked and watched as tired looking passengers shuffled from the back of the plane wrestling with their carry-on luggage. Their clothes, wrinkled from sitting in the same position too long, looked like they had been worn for a week rather than half a day. Turning to look at Ed with concern, Linda asked, "What's the matter with everyone? They look like they've been in a fight." Ed pointed to one of the men and said, "Look at him. He's flying here on business and will probably have to make a sales pitch within an hour or two. If he can't come across fresh and alert, he'll probably blow the sale." "But what's the matter with them?" "When everyone is off the plane, I'll show you," answered Ed. Curious, Linda watched as businessmen tried to get off the plane. An elderly woman, visiting family in the area, was struggling to get her luggage down the isle and the men behind her raised their eyes to heaven as though praying for a miracle. Linda hadn't seen so many miserable people in one place in her entire life. Turning to Ed, she said, "Was there a problem back there that we didn't know about?" "No. At least not in the way that you meant," answered Ed. When the last passenger from the back of the plane got out, Ed stood and paced off the length of the first class. Then he paced off the length of coach. In the same space that they had twelve seats in first, they had twenty-four in coach. Watching him, she asked, "What are you doing?" Smiling, he said, "Why don't you have a seat over there?" She flopped down on the seat and, as she rubbed her butt, exclaimed, "That's hard!" After he had finished counting out the length of coach, he edged into the seat beside her. She complained, "Hey, don't take up so much room!" Smiling, Ed said, "That is why they looked like hell when they got off the plane. Imagine sitting here like this for the next three hours." Frowning, Linda said, "Your knees are hitting the seat in front of you." "Yes, they are, aren't they?" Linda answered, "Now I see why you guys usually fly in the private jet. That's so much more comfortable than first class. This back here is horrible." "This is why I want on the board of this airline. Did you know that some people paid almost as much to sit back here as we did for our seat?" "That's criminal." "No, that's how the airlines operate," replied Ed. Satisfied, with his observations, Ed said, "Let's get out of here." Ed and Linda went to the car rental agency and picked up a Hugger. It wasn't long before they were on the road, headed towards the cabin. It was surprising, but Ed remembered the route with ease despite the fact that it had been several years since he had made the trip. Linda looked out the window at all of the trees and said, "Wow, it really is green here. Look at all of the trees." Ed smiled as he drove down roads covered over by tree branches with leaves in the early stages of emergence. The main town was nowhere near as crowded as it had been the summer when Ed had been here. The official tourist season had not yet started and wouldn't start for another month, but the locals had returned to repair the damage of the winter. Grocery and hardware stores were open and busy as people replaced stocks of food and purchased building supplies to fix things for the onslaught of tourists. They stopped at one of the grocery stores to purchase cleaning supplies and food for the week. Teabags for making iced tea were a necessity, although Linda raised an eyebrow when Ed purchased two boxes of the large size. She watched as he went through the store, picking up food that catered to the male taste: coffee, steaks, eggs, bacon, bread, canned stew, potato chips, and canned peaches. She went along behind him picking up vegetables, flour, margarine, spices, lemons, and milk. They looked at the contents of each other's shopping carts and burst out laughing. Between the two of them, they had gotten everything that they needed. It wasn't long after they left the store when they reached the cabin. It had aged a little since he had been there last, but it still was comfortable. The key was exactly where Cathy had said it would be. Unlocking the door, Ed looked at the layer of dust over everything. It was worse than he had thought it would be, but between the two of them it only took a couple of hours to get everything straightened up. By then, it was getting dark and cold. Sitting in front of the fireplace watching the fire, they ate the canned stew with buttered bread. It was a heavy meal, but there wasn't enough to make the stomach feel heavy afterwards. They relaxed watching as the flames of the fire licked heavenward. The yellow and red flames mixed, moving in an intricate dance. A crackle would open a vent and a very small jet of blue flame would emerge. Linda asked, "Why are there little blue flames like that?" "The interior of the log is getting hot and breaks down into combustible gases that burn blue," replied Ed recalling something that he had learned in his chemistry class. "Does knowing those kinds of things diminish the beauty of what you are seeing?" "Not at all. It just reminds me just how amazing things actually are." Linda looked confused and asked, "Knowing that makes it seem a little less amazing." Smiling, Ed said, "Most people look at a piece of wood and don't see anything other than wood. Then you come to understand just how complex that little piece of wood actually is and suddenly it is a miracle that you can see. Knowing that the wood breaks down under heat gives us a glimpse of the fire within." "It sounds almost magical when you say it like that." They sat quietly with Ed holding her within his arms. She shifted and lay down with her head in his lap. Brushing his hand against her hair, Ed appreciated the silky smoothness of it. After a while, her breathing slowed and she fell asleep. A few minutes later, Ed fell asleep. Throughout the night, the fire burned keeping them warm for an unnaturally long time, a gift from the God. It was bright and early when Ed woke alone on the couch. With a great effort to move limbs that had been in one position too long, he stood and stretched. The smell of coffee wafted out of the kitchen, drawing him with the promise of caffeine. Pouring a cup and finding it too hot drink down in manly swallows, he stood there taking little sips. Walking to the living room, he looked out the door. Little tendrils of mist rose from the surface of the lake like fairies dancing on the water. Drops of dew gave rise to little sparkles thrown across the short barely emergent grass. Robins hopped across the ground, pausing occasionally with ear to ground as they sought earthworms moving in the soil below them. The birds, more hungry than wise, ignored Linda. She stood naked, motionless in the center of the yard with her arms raised to the sky as though welcoming the morning sun. The light on her jet-black hair made it look almost magical, giving rise to shades of deep purple. Her unblemished red skin, taut with youth, pulsed with the life force that beat within it. The sight was enough to take his breath away. Linda turned and looked at him as he appreciated the full femininity of her body. Smiling at him, she said, "It's beautiful here." "You should see it from where I'm standing." Knowing that Ed was complimenting her, she said, "Maybe we can bring a blanket out here and make love." Ed went into the house and grabbed a blanket. Within a few seconds he was by her side and spreading the blanket on the ground. Even though she had not intended for him to do it that second, she appreciated his enthusiasm. Sitting tailor fashion on the ground with his erection pointing into the air, Ed reached up to Linda to lower her down onto his cock. From his position, she knew exactly what he wanted to do and settled easily onto his cock. With Linda sitting on his lap, her legs wrapped around his body and her cunt impaled on his cock, Ed embraced her. This was a slow and steady sexual experience; the kind that he loved the most. They were positioned such that they could look into each other's eyes, kiss gently, and hold each other close while remaining connected in their lower region. Ed started flexing his cock causing little ripples of pleasure to spread forth form her cunt to her whole body. Under the morning sun, the breeze caressed their bodies in a way that no human touch could. Ed ran a hand through her long black hair enjoying the texture of its silky smoothness under his hand. Rocking gently on his lap, Linda looked around feeling a release at making love under the sky. How many of her ancestors had made love just like this? She didn't know, but the idea caused a little thrill of pleasure to run through her body. They stayed in that position for almost thirty minutes as Linda slowly moved towards an orgasm. She was very close to coming when her legs started bothering her from holding that position too long. Desiring a change, she said, "I want you to fuck me doggy style." Smiling, Ed helped her get off him. Once she was in position, Ed entered her. Her long black hair had fanned out across her back. Ed gathered her hair in his hand and fondled it as he thrust into her. She started backing into him as her excitement built towards an orgasm. When it came, it was a very large one that was accompanied by a loud scream of pleasure. Ed started changing how he thrust into her, giving pauses of random lengths of time between thrusts. The effect of this was to tease her body to even higher levels of excitement. When he thrust into her savagely for about a minute, she found herself close to another orgasm. He stopped and she screamed in frustration. When he resumed, she came with a loud cry of pleasure. Ed continued playing her body like a fine violin. Changing his timing, the strength of his thrusts, and teasing her with his touch he drove her to heights of pleasure that she hadn't experienced in ages. It was normal for her to take full control over sex and this was one of the few times that she had let her guard down. For his part, Ed was doing an excellent job of controlling his levels of excitement. The changes in how he thrust into her allowed him to keep from getting too excited. All of that changed when the mental image of wrapping her hair around his cock and jacking off into it flashed through his mind. Surprised at how quickly it arose, Ed came with a startled cry. Even Linda, facing away from Ed, could tell that his orgasm was totally unexpected. As Ed grabbed her hips and pulled her harder onto his cock, frozen in place as his come burst into her body, she wondered what had caused such an intense orgasm. Crying out his pleasure with a volume that could have been heard around the entire lake, Ed shook as the last of his orgasm passed. Pulling out of her, he dropped to the blanket exhausted. She curled up against him looking up at the sky above. When he seemed to return to himself, she asked, "What were you thinking when you came?" Embarrassed by his thoughts, Ed answered, "Jacking off using your hair." The fact that his answer came out of leftfield caused Linda to emit a burst of laughter. She couldn't imagine a man wanting to do that. The come would be almost impossible to wash out of the hair and it would probably lead to her hair getting knotted. She asked, "Are you serious?" In answer, Ed took her hand and raised a finger. Wrapping her hair around the finger and then slowly twisting moving the hair around her finger, he asked, "How does that feel?" "It kind of tickles, but it feels nice," replied Linda as she realized that the sensation could be very pleasurable on a cock. There had been many times when she had used her hair during sex to improve the pleasure of the act. Usually, it was by running her hair along her lover's body. "How do you think it would feel if it were a cock rather than a finger?" "For me, it would feel the same since it is just my hair. I imagine that for you there might be a significant difference." The subject was dropped, but the two of them remained on the blanket enjoying the sun of early morning. The fog had burned off the lake and the birds had stopped making as much noise. It was the sound of a car coming down the drive to the cabin that chased them both into the house. It was a mad rush to get dressed before the car reached a spot in front of the house. Ed emerged from the house wearing his robe with nothing under it. When the driver stepped out of the car, it took a second for Ed to recognize Kip Caler, the FBI agent that had been in on the College Serial Killers case. Kip raised a hand as he said, "Hello, Ed. I heard that you had come back here and thought I would stop by to see if you needed anything." Leaning against a pillar of the porch, Ed remarked, "Nice to see you again. How are things going?" "Fine," replied the agent. He had good memories of the time spent here with Ed and John. It was the first time that he learned how to relax with his superiors, a skill that had actually helped him in his career. He looked out at the lake and said, "We had a little fun there in the lake. I hope you don't throw me in again." Laughing at the reference to the day that John had come out here, Ed said, "You never know." The door opened behind him and Linda stepped out wearing her blue jeans and western style shirt. Even covered, she was a beautiful woman and seeing her standing there framed by the door took Ed's breath away. The effect on Kip was greater as he had not realized that Ed was here with someone else. Ed said, "Linda, I'd like you to meet Kip Caler of the FBI. Kip, this is Linda, my wife." "Pleased to meet you. I didn't realize that Ed wasn't alone or I wouldn't have intruded." Linda smiled as she replied, "Don't worry. We were just relaxing under the morning sky." Relaxing under the morning sky was not the kind of activity that normal men would want to do with that woman. Kip said, "I'm still sorry about interrupting. I thought maybe Ed would like some company fishing." A great smile spread across Linda's face. Turning to Ed, she exclaimed, "Fishing! I haven't been fishing in years. Can we do that today?" "Sure, I need to pick up some fishing gear in town if there is a place that is open," answered Ed. It was hard for him to believe that Linda would enjoy fishing. A trip to town to purchase fishing equipment included a stop at a local diner for lunch. Located off the main drive, this was a diner used primarily by locals. It was a little dingy place, the kind that would be overlooked by tourists. It reminded Ed of diners in every small town. All conversation came to a halt when the three of them entered the room. As Linda and Kip moved to a table, Ed realized that all eyes were on him. With a sigh, he joined them at a table. The waitress, after checking the rest of the room, slowly made her way to their table. It was clear from the way that she moved towards them that she was terrified about waiting on them. When she got close enough, Ed turned to her and winked as he said, "Don't worry. I don't bite, unless you want me to." Linda laughed and slapped his arm in a good-natured fashion as she exclaimed, "You bad man. Scaring the poor waitress. I ought to let her beat you senseless." Laughing at his wife's comment, Ed said, "You're going to destroy that image of serious Druid that we've tried so hard to cultivate." Linda turned to the waitress and said, "Don't mind him. He's just a little child at heart." Not knowing what to make of the comments, the waitress asked, "Do you need menus?" Relaxed in the presence of Ed, Kip answered, "Yes." She handed out three menus and went to get some water for them. Other patrons had whispered exchanges with her, as they were curious about what had been said to her. She returned to the table with three glasses of water. The glasses were dimpled brown plastic, the cheapest glasses employed in diners all across the country. Setting them before her customers, she asked, "Are you ready to order or do you need more time?" The menu was a typed page with the items listed on the left and the price on the right of the page. It was easy to see that the owners catered to locals with healthy hearty dishes intended for hard working people. Ed spotted the Chicken and Dumplings and smiled, as he knew exactly what he was going to order. He looked up at the waitress and asked, "How are the Chicken and Dumplings?" "Lots of people order them," replied the waitress, still scared of dealing with a Druid. Like many people, she had seen them on television and they had taken a larger than life stature. She didn't know what kind of people they were, but she did know that they knew some of the most important people in the country. Catching a slight dissonance in her answer, Ed asked, "I take it you don't like them yourself?" "Not really, but that doesn't mean much. Other people like them though," answered the woman intimidated by how his gray eyes seemed to see into her. There was a ring of truth in her voice and Ed relaxed. Smiling, he said, "We all have our individual preferences and who am I to judge yours. I'll try the Chicken and Dumplings." Nervous that he would dislike them, she answered, "Would you like to try a taste of it first?" "No, that's okay." The waitress was getting increasingly more nervous, a fact that wasn't lost on Linda. She understood how imposing the Druids could be. Even though she was married to three of them, whenever they had a Druid visitor, she found them unnerving. Trying to help the waitress get more at ease, she said, "I'll have the stew." Kip chimed in as he ordered, "I'll have the stew also." As the waitress started to leave, Ed stopped her when he said, "Iced teas all around." She scribbled it down on her pad, angry with herself for not having asked. Practically running, she went to the kitchen to turn in the order. As a result of a conversation in the kitchen, it was the owner who came to the table carrying their iced teas. Ed noticed the change in who was waiting on the table and asked, "What happened to our waitress?" The manager started to come up with a story, but stopped the moment he saw the gray eyes of Ed looking him straight in the eye with an unwavering gaze. Instead, he replied, "She is uncomfortable serving you." Knowing that it was the truth, Ed sighed. Smiling up at the manager, he said, "Amazing how people know when you consult for the IRS. Scares them off every time." The news that Ed worked for the IRS made the manager nervous. Kip joked, "That's okay. When you go overseas, you can tell everyone that you consult for the CIA." Surprised, Ed asked, "How did you know about that?" Shocked to learn that Ed actually worked with the CIA, Kip answered, "I was making a joke. I didn't know that you worked with the CIA." Shrugging, Linda said, "They have him interrogate terrorists. It's the least dangerous thing that he does." The manager looked at Ed wondering what kinds of things he did that was more dangerous than interrogating terrorists. Sighing, Ed said, "I kind of liked our waitress. Is she your daughter?" "No. I don't have any children." Looking at Linda, Ed said, "I have two, a girl and a boy. I highly recommend parenthood." The manager, knowing the question that was on everyone's minds, decided that it was time to ask, "What brings you here?" "Vacation. I needed a place to rest." "The town isn't really open for business yet." "I know. The last time I was here, I worked on my dissertation. There were so many tourists, but I prefer it quiet like it is now." The man was surprised that this wasn't his first visit to the town. He shrugged as he said, "It is quiet at that." "Our little town has about a thousand people in it. I like small towns." The manager looked at Ed puzzled about his talking about small town life. How could someone that was a Druid live in a small town when they consulted important people? It didn't make sense. He asked, "You like small towns?" "Yes. I like having neighbors that know me and treat me like a person rather than a celebrity. 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