Message-ID: <51580asstr$1122192606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "Dark Pen" <darkpen@gmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1122138411.792136.287110@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 17:06:57 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com; posting-host=68.46.20.188; posting-account=2cwyaA0AAADc0OLrUByH7_-wFFgkAQNb X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 23 Jul 2005 10:06:51 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Avatar - Book 2 Chapter 18 (M/Ff BDSM ws SciFi) Lines: 717 Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2005 04:10:06 -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/Year2005/51580> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, akalexis IF YOU HAVE NOT READ AVATAR, BOOK 1 YOU WILL BE TOTALLY LOST! This is Avatar: Establishment, Book 2 and it picks up right where the first one left off. This is a work of fiction. If you are under whatever arbitrary age your elected officials have decided to choose for viewing adult material, understand that you will be breaking the law if you read this. If you get caught, I don't want to get blamed because your parents can't keep track of you. Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that matter). Some of it could be very dangerous. If you have a hard time telling fantasy from reality, please don't read any of my writings and go seek medical help. If you are a religious fanatic of any flavor and you hate my stuff, please note that you shouldn't be here to begin with - no one forced you here. If you are offended by sexual liturature (such as it is) then go visit somewhere else. This story may not be posted on any pay site. It may not be archived without permission from the author and if it's reposted, this disclaimer must remain with it. Copyright c 2005 Dark Pen. ~Dark Pen~ www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www Live Journal for Comments: http://www.livejournal.com/files/Authors/DarkPen/www/ Avatar 2 Chapter 18 One would think that one would get used to having naked women around all the time, mused Ken as he watched his wife's sleek form moving across the kitchen. One would be wrong. Jane was just stunning to watch move. Like a big, lazy cat, very sleek and sexy. Her large breasts had just enough sway, and her clit piercing occasionally glinted between her thighs. Yup, his cock could attest to how attractive she was. She was also a terror on the practice floor. Actually, all of the Circle were. It was like they drank in every move that Ken showed them, and were able to mimic it almost effortlessly. Of course, just being able to copy a martial arts technique didn't mean much. You needed to be able to use them, as well, and Ken's infrequent, quickly-healing bruises would attest to the fact that they were becoming quite adept at using what he was teaching them. Still, he occasionally worried. They only had sparred with other Circle people, aside from Gary, and it was a little different. For one thing, there was less worry about actually hurting someone, even Gary, because they could heal him quickly -- as had happened when Annette broke Gary's nose with a mistimed blow. Almost before he had registered the pain, Annette had been right there, her power flowing into her husband, stopping the blood and knitting the bone. She hadn't been able to heal all of it, but Ken had provided the extra energy needed to heal the bone. Still, sparring and using this stuff for real were very different, and while he hoped that it would never happen, he had to acknowledge that, at some point, one of them might have to defend themself. Soon, he knew, he'd have to find them another teacher. Not because he couldn't teach them the moves, but because he wasn't sure he was giving them the correct attitude to go along with the techniques. Sensei, he knew, would be able to do that. He wondered what the man would charge (assuming he'd even do it at all) to teach them once a week. At least Sensei had hinted that Arianwen could come to him for training, which was something. However, Ken knew he wasn't an instructor, and Sensei would have every right to toss his ass on the street once he found out what Ken was doing. Well, it hadn't been that long... perhaps if he got Sensei in there sooner rather than later, whatever screw-ups he'd shown them could be corrected. In fact, now that he thought about it, rather than putting this off, he'd better confront his own teacher, ASAP. Arianwen and Genie came downstairs, Ari heading immediately to the coffee pot. Unlike Jane, Ari was used to getting up early, but the teen loved her coffee. Ken watched his diminutive wife kiss her wife, then come over to him and give him a sweet kiss. As she sipped her coffee, she insisted on a place in his lap and snuggled close. "Morning, love," he said. "Mmm," she purred. Ken was unsure whether she was purring about the coffee or him, but didn't really care. She purred again as he gently massaged her shoulders. Ah, another beautiful morning at the Mansion. +++++ "Master," said Jane, "will we be doing anything for the full moon?" "Don't know," he replied. "I mean, we just had a very large ritual." "True," she replied, "but it's nice to celebrate the full moon, even if we only get together for a short while." "I don't have any objections to it," said Ken. "Did you want just Circle, or did you have others in mind?" "Actually," she said, "I was thinking of seeing if maybe we could get Bill interested." Bill had attended the last ritual, but Ken thought that it had been because his wife-to-be had convinced him to do it. On the other hand, Lea's ritual kiss was enough to peg anyone's meter, and perhaps Bill would be interested in trying again. "Should we ask Genie?" asked Ken. "Might not be a bad idea," replied Jane. +++++ "I think he'd love to be included," smiled Genie when Ken brought it up to her later. "He's feeling ... a little left out." "Oh?" asked Ken. "Yup. I mean, he's not blind, and he does live here. He has a very good feel for who's Circle and who's not. I know he wants to be with us, but I think that he doesn't have any idea how to go about it," she replied. "Shit," said Ken. "We've been excluding him, haven't we?" "Not on purpose," said Genie. "But he's living with us, after all, and we're all so tied to each other that I know he feels excluded." Ken nodded in agreement. Ellen had said as much to him not long ago, minus the exclusion part. But then, she and Kim didn't live at the mansion, either. "Also, he thinks that this is sort of a Heinleinean group. In those groups, in addition to being brought in because of who you were with and how others felt about you, often people had other things to contribute. " "Like?" prompted Ken. "Money, for one. I mean, not really in the Heinlein stories, but in real-life group marriages -- and I know he's been researching this -- people often add their money to the group they're joining. I know that he's worried about that, which is why he's spent so much time with Joan and Lenny. I think that he hopes that, with something to offer other than his relationship with me, he'll be accepted." Ken was a little disturbed. Inclusion into the Circle had nothing to do with how much money you had. However, Ken could see how someone could come to that conclusion. This would have to be dealt with. No one could buy their way into the Circle, and Bill didn't have to. The man was close to being Circle, but yet so far away. Why was that, Ken wondered? Was it his devotion to logic? What did he really think of the rituals? If he thought they were a bunch of bullshit, then why would he be interested in coming to another one, as Genie said he was? This was something he really needed to find out. He found Bill lounging by the pool. Well, Bill's version of lounging, anyway. That meant that the laptop was right nearby, and Bill was typing away. When Ken saw what was on the screen, all it looked like was lines of text. Until he looked a little closer, that is. Then he noticed that the text looked like something out of the Matrix movie. However, he knew if he got Bill started on a technical conversation, he might not get to the heart of what he wanted to talk about. "How's it going?" asked Ken as he sat down. "Good, good," replied Bill in a distracted tone of voice. Ken sighed. Sometimes he wondered how this guy could keep the interest of a Priestess. They didn't, after all, come equipped with keyboards. "We're having another ritual on he eleventh," ventured Ken. "You interested?" The typing stopped, and Bill peered at Ken. "What do you mean by 'interested?'" Ken chuckled. "As in, would you like to attend it?" Bill sat back and looked at Ken. "Do you have any idea just how smart Tina is? Or Genie?" Ken blinked at the non sequitur. "I know that they are both very bright." "Hmm. Did you know that they are both convinced that they are worshiping a real Goddess? As in one you can see and touch?" asked Bill. "Yes." "Do you believe this Goddess exists?" "Yes, I do," replied Ken. Bill nodded. "So does everyone else in the Circle." He chuckled at Ken's look. "I'm not deaf, you know, and I do realize that you've got a Wiccan variant going on here. I've know a fair number of people who were Wiccan, although I'd have to class most of the ones I've met as 'crystal worshiping fluff bunnies'. No one here falls into that category." "What category do you fall into?" asked Ken. "Well," said Bill, "I have a real hard time believing that any being that created the whole universe would want us to worship it." Ken remained silent, since it was obvious that Bill had more to say. "On the other hand, that doesn't mean that there aren't other forms of life that are, or have aspects of, a God or Goddess. Perhaps created *by* life rather than creating it," continued Bill. "Or perhaps having a symbiotic relationship with their worshipers, each part receiving something from the other, making a more complete whole." Ken swallowed. It sounded to him like Bill had just defined the nature of the Circle. Here he had come to Bill to get his feelings on ritual and the Circle, and Bill had just given Ken a whole new way of looking at things. Surely, it couldn't be as simple as what Bill described, could it? Oddly, he could sense Lea's mirth in the back of his mind. Nope, nothing that simple could possibly involve Lea. "So tell me," said Ken, "how have you felt since moving in here?" Now it was Bill's turn to blink as he tried to follow where Ken was going. "I don't understand," said Bill. "Do a little research. See if you can find out how often a man can cum in a day. An average guy, mind you, not the inflated BS that people like to spout. Ask Arianwen; she's into bio and could point you to some interesting sites, I'm sure," grinned Ken. "Also, think about the last time you biked. Were you out of breath? How hard did you push yourself when you rode and how did you feel when you finished?" Ken leaned a little closer and said, "How much sleep have you been getting now-a-days, Bill, versus how much time you spend doing research for whatever it is you're working on so hard? Think about all of that. Then, let me know if you'd like to come to the ritual." Bill looked up at Ken as he stood, saying nothing. Ken could see that he'd given the man something to think about. +++++ As usual, class was fun. As usual, Chad was an asshole. Ken had no idea why the guy didn't like him, but it was clear by now, even to Sensei, that Chad was simply not able to overcome whatever his problem was. Ken didn't let that stop him from learning in the classes. Regaining old skills was important to him, and his years of training had returned very quickly. Sensei was, if anything, an even better instructor than his old mentor, and while he didn't show favoritism during the normal classes, Sensei did tend to spend a lot of time with Ken during the advanced class on Friday. Since Ken was the only white-belt in the advanced class, people did look at him kind of funny. Wearing a white belt in that class really made him stand out. Ken knew that he would not don another belt without Sensei's approval, and Sensei had said nothing to him about testing for his next level. He did think it was a little odd that Sensei had not asked him to test on anything yet. The man had run him through, in one way or another, every technique up to and including black-belt level, some of them very advanced, indeed. Ken never had a problem with them, but knew, deep down, that he was not able to emulate Sensei's control of his Chi. Maybe that was why Sensei was not testing him. That was fine with Ken; he was there to learn, not buy a belt. The first time Ken had fought Sensei had been after he'd defeated every other student in the Friday class, even at four at a time. He'd been in the zone that day. But Sensei had used his own Chi to disrupt Ken's movements and had easily defeated him. It was a lesson that Ken had taken to heart. At least lately, Ken found that he could sort of feel what the other man had done, if not emulate it. Sparring with the other students, he won some and lost some, but when he lost, it was usually because he stopped relying on his physical abilities, which were considerable, and tried to feel the flow of the fight the way Sensei had. Sometimes it worked, but far more often it did not. The only person he didn't do that with was Chad, since if he wasn't watching every second, he knew the asshole would 'accidentally' throw a punch and damage something. While that wasn't a real problem and he could heal a lot of damage quickly, he just didn't see the need to let Chad get the upper hand. He wondered if the man noticed that he was the only person Ken never lost to. After class, Ken decided to try and approach Sensei. Arianwen had shown up, which was rare now since his wives were sure he was over his problems with being back in the arts. She walked up just after Ken had gotten Sensei's attention. "Hi, Ari," said Ken, leaning down to give her a kiss. She returned it with interest, despite Ken's somewhat feeble attempt, to keep it rather chaste. She gave Sensei a huge smile, and he took her hand, lightly kissing the back. "And how," he asked Ken while looking at Ari, "is your student doing?" Ken was so startled that he said nothing. "Even at this stage, it shows in her walk," smiled the man. Ari, of course, had no idea what the hell Sensei meant, and so she quipped, "Why Sensei Turcotte, why would you be watching me walk?" "Because it is a great pleasure," replied the man. Arianwen actually blushed. "So, Ken, you had a question?" "Yes. Actually, Ari dear, could you excuse us for a few?" asked Ken. "Sure. I just was on my way somewhere else and wanted to stop by to say hi," said Ari. She kissed Ken again, lightly this time, then to both men's surprise, bowed to Sensei and left. Ken's eyes narrowed. Perhaps the Minx had followed more of that exchange than he'd thought. "Shall we speak somewhere more private?" asked Sensei. Ken nodded, and they were soon upstairs in the man's apartment, drinking cold tea. "How many others have you been training?" asked Sensei in a neutral voice. Ken sighed. He couldn't tell if the other man was angry because he couldn't get a read on him. "Four others," he said. "It just sort of happened, actually. I work out every day, and my wife decided to start doing the warm ups with me. One thing led to another, and I ended up with five of them learning from me." "It is difficult to stop one's wife at times, isn't it?" chuckled Sensei. "I take it your wife knows about Arianwen?" That confused Ken. "What do you mean?" Sensei frowned. "Perhaps I misunderstood your relationship with the girl?" That meaning was clear. Sensei was wondering if Ken's wife Jane knew he was fucking Arianwen. "Ah," said Ken. "That. It's... complicated, but there is nothing going on that Jane doesn't know about. Arianwen lives with us." Now it was Sensei's turn to blink. Damn, thought Ken, I wish I could get *some* kind of read on this guy! "So," said the man after a moment, "you have five students you wish to bring to my dojo." "Not exactly, although if that is what you would be comfortable with, then I understand," replied Ken. "No, what I was wondering is if you would consider coming to the house once or twice a week to train those who wish it, and what you would like as compensation." Sensei said nothing, closing his eyes for a moment in thought. Ken hoped that the man would accept his offer and that the 'compensation' was something he could afford. It was possible, of course, that he would require them to come here, or that he would refuse altogether, perhaps even throwing Ken out because he had taken on students while he himself was just a lowly white-belt. Sensei opened his eyes and said, "I will come tomorrow to evaluate these people. If I feel that they can be trained, I will train them." "I don't want to push my luck," said Ken, "but it is quite possible that, over time, more will want to work with you. And before you agree, there are other things we should talk about. I'd prefer that you encountered no surprises." "I see." "There are currently nine other people who live at the house. Over time, there will be more, I'm sure." "And you think they will want to learn, as well?" "It is possible, but I don't know," replied Ken. "Also, does nudity offend you?" Sensei smiled. "You train in the nude?" he joked. "No. But not everyone who lives there, or who visits, will be training. And they can be a bit ... casual ... about clothing." "And will I be expected to be ... casual ... as well?" "No, Sensei," smiled Ken. "We all wear workout clothes when we train. The rules of the house are that you wear what you want. Or not." "Then I do not foresee a problem," said the man. "So," he continued as he rose, "will eight am tomorrow be convenient?" "That will be perfect," replied Ken. "Good. Then I will see you again," he said as they moved to the door. ++++++ At dinner, Ken made the announcement that Sensei was coming to the mansion tomorrow to watch them train. "No trying to seduce the man," he said with mock seriousness, his comment aimed at Tina. "Not likely anyway," said Arianwen. "He's polite, but I get as much read off him as I do a wall." "Yes, he is a bit ... opaque," agreed Ken. "So this guy's gonna train us?" asked Gary. "Why? You seem to be doing a good job." "Gary," replied Ken, " 'this guy' can take me without breaking a sweat. I've rarely even laid a glove on him when we spar, and he's one of the top teachers in the country. If you're serious about this art, he's the man to train with. I'm just a jumped-up white-belt." "Oh, bullshit," said Eric. "And I can't believe that you can't touch this guy. You always underestimate yourself. Ken, you can move so fucking fast, you're a blur, and you regularly out-lift me when we work out." "This is exactly why I need him to train you. You only see the physical side of the art. It's the spiritual side that's really important, and I can't teach you to find it while I'm still searching myself," replied Ken. "Martial arts has many facets to it, and the physical side is only the most obvious. If he decides to give a demonstration tomorrow, you'll see the difference between him and me very quickly." +++++ The breath went out of Eric in a loud woosh! as he hit the floor at an awkward angle. He never saw what happened, but not an ounce of his strength saved him. Hell, he thought rolling to his feet far more slowly than he'd like, whatever he did seemed to add to the guy's power! The morning had been interesting, if nothing else. Sensei had arrived right on time, and Ken had greeted him at the door. Everyone else was upstairs waiting in the dojo, talking, wondering what the man was like. Sensei Turcotte seemed like a nice guy. He was wearing a black gee and a black belt with a large number of hashes on it. He looked to be about six feet tall, had closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair, darkly tanned skin, and looked pretty strong, but Eric was sure he and Ken were far stronger. Hell, Jane was probably stronger than this guy. He was very unpretentious and very polite to everyone. Eric did not have the skills to properly evaluate how the other man moved. If he had, his initial impressions would have been different. Indeed, even Arianwen and Jane had only seen the man walking the mat, rather than sparring. Sensei indicated that Ken should begin to teach, which made Ken very, very nervous. Eric couldn't read Turcotte, but he could read his High Priest, and Ken was extremely skittish, something that Eric had never seen from him before. After a half hour, Sensei stopped the lesson. "I see you have mats. Let us spar a little, shall we?" Ken's eyes widened. Sensei didn't often spar with new students, and even rarely sparred in the Friday advanced class. The first person that he picked was Eric, who shortly found himself flat on his back for his efforts. Ken winced. "Again, please." Eric got up and tried again, this time far more cautiously. It was for naught, and he went down again, just as hard. "Thank you, Eric," said Sensei. Eric remembered to bow to Sensei as he stepped off the mats. "Please," motioned Sensei to Tina. Her eyes widened, but she was determined not to give any indication that what Ken had been teaching had been wrong. She hit the mat just as hard as Eric had, but sprang up faster. And so it went with each one of them. Ken closed his eyes. He knew that his teaching hadn't been up to snuff, but at least none of his 'students' had gotten pissed off, and all remembered to bow to Sensei as they were dismissed. As far as Ken could tell, the only one to disconcert the man, even slightly, was Jane. She came at him far faster than expected, showing some of the physical ability her Goddess had granted her. While not exactly surprised, Sensei reacted as if she was far more skilled than she was, so she was hit hard. Jane, being Jane, absorbed his blow, and Ken knew that she'd enjoyed it. Pain. Of course. It was interesting to note that she'd never shown any sexual anything on the mats before. Ken guessed that, from her point of view, Sensei was very dominant indeed. Naturally, when Jane started to get excited, she started to pump out more pheromones, which almost panicked Ken. For some reason, though, Sensei seemed unaffected. Finally, Ken was called to the mat. Unlike what he'd done with the others, Sensei did not just stand there and let him attack. He took up an actual stance, which worried Ken just a bit. Sensei's attack came as a surprise; not because Ken had no warning, but because his usual inability to keep his Chi intact did not manifest. As the match went on, Ken began to realize what Sensei was doing. This was a demo match. Eventually, they split and bowed. It was clear that the class was over and everyone stood and bowed, thanking Sensei for his time. Shortly, only he and Ken were left alone. "This is a beautiful home," said Sensei. "Do you have time for a tour?" "Yes, I believe I do," replied the man. The first stop was the kitchen, where Ken got them something to drink. Oddly, they ran into no one else as Ken showed Sensei around. Turcotte wouldn't have thought it strange, thinking, perhaps, that everyone was either showering or at work. Ken, of course, knew that wasn't the case. Priestesses were as curious as cats. Everyone was just staying out of the way. They ended up in the Garden. Sensei beamed as he looked around. "This is a beautiful home, indeed," repeated Sensei, sitting, to Ken's surprise, on the ground. Ken knelt across from him and waited. "I will come twice each week and train your students. I think it would be good if, on the days that I did not come, you were to continue teaching them. I have seen nothing that leads me to believe that you are leading them astray," he said. That was high praise, Ken thought. He was very excited that Sensei would come and teach. Very excited. "I wonder if it would be possible if Nikki joined us occasionally," asked Sensei. "Of course," said Ken. He hoped that the man wouldn't ask if Chad could show up. That might get a bit awkward. "I believe that Nikki would benefit from meeting some of your friends. Her job is stressful, and there are few people that she feels comfortable with," continued Sensei. "I know that Arianwen and Jane have both spoken to her at the Dojo. They think she's very nice," said Ken. An understatement, at best. Both Ari and Jane were itching to get the woman in to bed. As far as he was concerned, Nikki was off-limits, since she was Sensei's lover. "Our sparring match went well, don't you think?" asked Turcotte as he looked around the Garden. He had a relaxed look on his face. Ken looked at the man, and for the first time, was able to get just an inkling of what he was like. He liked what he saw. But even here, in the seat of his own power, he was uncomfortable with probing Sensei. The general impressions he got from the man were enough to set his own mind at ease. He supposed that he could, if he drew on his reserve of power, finally breach whatever defenses the man had, but he'd felt no alarm from Lea and was sure that, if he needed to do such a thing, she would have clued him in. "Too well," smiled Ken. "It took me a minute to understand that you were just performing a demo for them." "Yes, that too," smiled Sensei, rising. Again, everyone was conspicuously absent on the way to the door. Ken and Sensei shook hands at his car, and he opened the door. "Ken," he said, "I'm glad you invited me here. You've been a puzzle since we met, and had I known you were a Priest, much of that puzzle would have been solved." Ken said nothing, his mind going a mile a minute, but Turcotte just gave him a bigger smile. "I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, and we can set up a mutually agreeable schedule then." Ken watched Scott Turcotte drive off and shook his head. There was far, far more to that man than he'd thought. Perhaps it wouldn't be wise to let him come back. There was much to think on. Later that evening, after having had another fantastic flying lesson, Ken was in the Garden, waiting for Lea. It didn't take long for Her to show up. "Greetings, my Avatar," She said with a smile. Ken smiled, trying to keep his thoughts on the subject at hand. They kissed and it became impossible. "It has been too long since we lay together, Kennith," She said to him. They were on the small, sandy beach by the river that She seemed so fond of. It was sunny and beautiful, and he was quickly lost in Her scent and the feel of Her skin on his. They made love in the stream, the warm water cascading over Her as She spread Herself on a sun-warmed rock and welcomed him between Her thighs. Not even the water streaming over their joined bodies was able to dilute Her wetness, and She urged him to greater heights of pleasure, clasping Her thighs around his body. It wasn't until much, much later, and several more bouts of lovemaking, that he was able to, finally, ask Her about Turcotte. "He would be a great asset to our House," She said. === "Maybe. But why can't I get a read off him?" asked Ken. "You are looking in the wrong place," replied Lea. "Scott Turcotte is a Zen Master. His mind is very powerful, but the way he thinks is not like the other people that you've encountered. There is much you could learn from him, as he sees things that others think are hidden. Like, for instance, your ties to me." "How could he possibly see that?" asked Ken. Then, joking, "What, do I glow or something?" "Your power can be seen by those who know where to look," She replied. "And Scott Turcotte knows where to look. Zen is a difficult discipline, but if mastered, allows someone to see a great deal more of the world then they otherwise could. He has achieved a place in his arts where, as a Zen practitioner might say, the trees have become trees again." "I don't understand a word that you're saying," said Ken. "I know. And you might never, for Zen might not be your path," She returned. "But for now, I think your wives might be looking for you." She kissed him, and the world, literally, dissolved around him; he was back in the Garden. Jane and Arianwen were just coming out of the house, but Bill was already there and waiting for him. His eyes got very wide when he saw Ken. Ken had never given a thought to what happened when Lea took them into Her world. For some reason, he thought it all happened in a person's mind, like the fantasies that She could create. From the look on Bill's face, though, Ken thought he might have to re-evaluate that assumption. The man looked like Ken had just appeared out of thin air. "Bill," he said, "are you okay? What, did you doze off or something?" "No Ken, I didn't doze off. I was completely awake," he returned in a firm voice. "Awake enough to see you just ... appear." Before Ken could say anything else, Bill just raised his hand up. "Don't even try to explain. I'm sure that eventually, just what happened will become clear. But in the mean time, I was out here looking for you to let you know that, yes, I'd very much like to be included on the eleventh." "Uh, good," said Ken. "Great, actually. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." Bill grinned and said, "Oh I have questions. But as I said, I'm content to wait to find out the answers." Ken could not understand why Bill was taking this so, well, so in stride. He didn't seem to be disturbed in the slightest, and that was odd. Certainly, Ken had been disturbed, when first faced with Lea's power. A snippet of Bill's thoughts caught his attention as the other man walked away: "Any sufficiently advanced technology ..." 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