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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.

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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 ..."

End chapter 2-18

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