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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 19

      	Bill did indeed attend the ritual on the eleventh.   And he
wasn't the only one to attend.  Of course, the Circle was there, but
Joan, Sandy, Ellen and Kim also showed up.

      	It was a nice, quiet ceremony.  Intimate.  Once the circle was
opened, Ken looked around and wondered why no one had noticed that one
of their number was no longer there.  Lea, who had lead the ritual, was
nowhere to be seen, and no one even commented on it.  Well, She was a
Goddess, after all.

      	When Jane and Ari came to him, offering food and wine, their
kisses were filled with heat.  It wasn't long before Bill was the last
thing on Ken's mind.  Looking over, just before Ari's slick pussy
descended on his mouth, he didn't think that Bill was thinking any deep
thoughts either.  Not with Tina riding his pole while Genie sat on his
face.

      	Something hot and slippery encased his own rigid pole -- Jane,
sliding down to his base.  He could feel the spear of pain in her body
from his thick cock forcibly opening her, and her answering feelings of
lust.  It had been too long since she'd been played with and his slave
was getting restless.

      	Ari shifted her hips, and he was able to slide one finger in her
back hole while his tongue danced over her swollen clit.  She moaned,
her passion swallowed by the kisses from her wife, who was
none-too-gently squeezing and pulling on Ari's nipples.  Eventually,
the small teen found herself face-down on the ground as Ken slid into
her from behind.  Her face was resting on Jane's pussy, which she was
eagerly licking.  Actually, eagerly biting from the sounds of Jane's
pleasure; just licking her there wouldn't cause her to make sounds like
that.

		It was quite late when they finished their impromptu orgy, but
everyone, with the possible exception of Jane, was sated and happy.
Despite the orgasms she'd had, Ken could still feel the restlessness in
her body, and he knew he'd have to do something about it sooner rather
than later.  It wouldn't do to have one of his wives dissatisfied.

      	The next day Ken made some calls to make the arrangements,
deciding that Friday night would be a good night to shoot for.  Very
good, as it turned out.  He grinned, thinking of how much fun this
little outing was going to be.

    	That Thursday, his car was finally ready, so he drove on down to
pick it up.  He'd gotten used to the big Humvee, which made him feel
vaguely guilty despite the fact that it didn't run on gas.  Someone
with a 'Love Your Mother' bumper sticker on her car had actually cursed
him out in a parking lot.  He hadn't had the heart to tell her that
even his un-modified BMW probably ran cleaner than her fifteen-year-old
Volvo, which, as she drove off, belched black smoke in his direction.
Maybe diesel was exempt from damaging the planet?

    	Anyway, Sandy, Helen and Davyn were all at the shop when he
arrived.  He gave Sandy a big kiss and hug, and Helen stepped up to him
with an expectant look on her face.  To his surprise, he was unable to
escape with just a quick kiss on her cheek as she caught his lips
squarely on hers.  While lingering, the kiss had no tongue.  Ken, being
what he was, was easily able to read the somewhat subtle invitation
from the woman.  He gave no hint of his surprise, though, and moved to
Davyn to shake his hand.

    	"Nice to see you folks," beamed Ken.

    	He felt no jealousy from Davyn, although he suspected that the man
knew what was behind his wife's kiss.  Ken was somewhat at a loss.  It
wasn't that Helen was unattractive.  She was very attractive.  But he
really didn't think it was a good idea to follow through, even by
dipping into her fantasies.  Besides which, she couldn't possibly know
how easily he'd been able to read her intentions.

    	Davyn and Sandy took some time to show him what they'd done to his
X5.  When he took it on the test drive, he was amazed.  Sure, the
acceleration before had been smooth and fast, but now it felt like he
was driving a sports car.

    	"We did make a number of changes to the suspension," said Davyn.
"Suffice it to say that you won't be able to pop into the nearest BMW
dealer to get anything but the oil changed.  And even that might be a
problem, since it takes a different amount of oil now."

    	They talked for a short while longer, then Ken wrote out a check
and left, enjoying the feel of what felt like a completely different
car.  Well, he thought, change the suspension and the engine, and it
might as well *be* a new car.   He made a quick stop on the way home to
ensure that everything was set up for tomorrow night, then it was over
to the flight lesson.

    	As usual, that was fantastic, especially since the instructor
mentioned that if Ken just got in a few more hours, he'd be ready to
solo in the absolute minimum time allowed by law.  That made him happy,
even though he knew that he wouldn't be able to tell Arianwen about it.

    	Once he got home, it was time to start preparing Jane.

    	"Jane, hon," he said, finding her at one of the computer terminals
in the lab, "did you have any plans for tomorrow?"

    	"Not that I can think of, Master," she said in a distracted voice.
 "Any special time?"

    	"No.  I pretty much expect to use you for the whole day," he
responded in a light tone.

    	Light or not, she caught his mood, and it lit a fire in her belly.
 She quickly turned, her deep blue eyes beginning to look smoky.  Oh
yes, he thought.  This was the right decision.  She was gonna love what
he had in mind.

    	"May I ask how Master is planning to use his slave?" she said.

    	"Nope," he smiled, leaning in to kiss her.

    	He knew that not knowing what he had planned would add to her
excitement.  Her kiss was very hungry, and got more so as he crushed
her nipple between his fingertips.  She was actually panting when he
walked away.

    	After dinner that evening, Arianwen slid into her husband's lap.

    	"So, Master," she said squirming, "what do you have planned for
our wife?"

    	He told her, and the petite redhead's eyes glowed.  "Oh, I can't
wait for that."

    	"Ari, love, I don't think that you'll be able to come," said Ken.

    	"Why not?" she asked, surprised.

    	"Think about where it's going to happen."

    	"What?  Oh.. damn.  That's not fair," she pouted.

    	"Why the long face?" he asked.  "This is more her thing than
yours, isn't it?"

    	"Well, maybe.  If nothing else, I'd absolutely love to watch.  Who
knows?  Maybe it could become my 'thing'" she smiled.  "Anyway, if I
can't come with you, then are you planning on taking care of me
tonight?"

    	"Actually," smiled Ken as Annette wandered up, "I'd already
thought of that."

    	Ari felt a strong hand grip her hair, which guided her out of
Ken's lap.  She gasped as Annette's fingers got a firm grip on one
nipple ring and pulled up, forcing the girl to stand on her tiptoes.

    	"So, little Minx," smiled Annette.  "My Master has given me
permission to play with you tonight.  And since you owe me, I thought
we could start, oh... about now."

      	Arianwen's eyes were glazed with lust.  Her Goddess' gift
ensured that her nipples were very rich with nerves leading directly to
the pleasure center in her brain.  Harsh nipple play really, really
excited her.

      	"Do you remember how much you wanted to do... certain things for
me?" asked the Priestess.

      	"Not sure what things you mean," gasped Ari.

      	Annette now had a good grip on each of the teen's swollen
nipples and was pulling up even harder, stretching the girl's small
breasts.  She was really getting off on this, and was a bit unfocused.

      	"Well," smiled Annette, as she guided Ari to her knees, "let me
give you a hint."  She grabbed Ari's hair and guided her mouth between
her legs.  "I'm willing to bet Master Ken will punish you a lot if you
spill any on the rug."

      	Arianwen moaned with lust as her eager tongue began lapping
Annette's shaved, very wet, sex.  When Annette slightly repositioned
her mouth, Ari knew exactly what she intended.  Hot fluid filled her
mouth, and Arianwen didn't miss a single drop.

      	It was midnight of that same night that Jane found herself
hanging from her wrists in the playroom.  Her legs were spread by a
wide bar, and only the very tips of her toes were able to reach the
ground.  She was soaked with sweat and her body was striped from neck
to knees with welts from the single tail.  Some of the welts,
especially the ones on her mons and breasts, were bleeding.  She was
trembling, desperately trying not to cum.  She didn't have permission.

      	Gary and Ken fucked her fore and aft, the men coordinating their
strokes in her pussy and asshole, and generally fucking the shit out of
her with no regard for the strain on her body.  Hands spread her salty
sweat over the cuts left by the whip, causing her skin to burn and
sting, not to mention that her lower holes had barely enough room to
fit one cock of Gary's size, never mind one in each hole.  It was
agonizing and so sexually arousing that she was begging to cum.  To no
avail.

      	When they finished with her, she was taken down and put into a
very tight, leather mummy bag.  Electronic stims were attached to her
clit and nipple rings, the arches of her feet and under each arm.  Once
she was zipped up, the only way for her to get air was a rather thin
tube in her mouth.  Ken set up the laptop to control the current being
applied to her body.  It was by no means constant, and would sometimes
stay off almost long enough for her to fall asleep.  Sometimes it was a
gentle tickle, and sometimes an agonizing shock.  For Jane, unable to
move and having no idea of the time, it would be a very long night.
Gary eventually went off to sleep, but Ken stayed up with Jane.  It
wasn't a matter of safety.  While he'd never do this to someone not of
the Circle -- and maybe not even to Jane off the property where Lea
couldn't intervene (at least, he assumed She couldn't) -- for Jane this
was perfectly safe.  Insanely intense, but he'd yet to find anything of
that nature she didn't like.  He wondered if he should start getting
into other forms of play with her, like play piercing, breath play or
even some fire play.  Besides, he really didn't need the sleep, and he
enjoyed the energy she was throwing off like a torch, caused by her
intense sexual arousal. Ken eventually did doze for an hour toward
morning, but that was more than enough to refresh him.

      	Arianwen walked into the room, looking a little sleepy.

      	"Morning, Master," she said in a husky voice.

      	"Good morning, Minx," he smiled, noting her arousal.  "You sound
like you didn't just spend the entire night with Annette."

      	"It's Jane's fault.  She's putting out enough lust to power a
city."

      	That was true.  Ken felt like the air was vibrating in response
to his wife's desperate need for an orgasm and her immense pleasure at
being denied that release.

      	"I have to go to class today, and while I'm away, I'll need
someone to look after her."

      	"Oh, I can do that," smiled Ari with a lazy, sensual smile.

      	"She's not to cum," admonished Ken.  "And either she stays in a
cage, or she's otherwise tightly bound, okay?"

      	"Mmmm. I like that.  Maybe I can volunteer for something like
this soon?  Well, not the whipping part, at least not as hard as you
guys did her, but I might want to try something like what she's
experiencing now."

      	"I'm sure we can think of something appropriate," smiled Ken.

      	Before he left, Jane was let out about an hour later with him,
Arianwen and Eric watching.  She looked like a bit of a mess, but was
glowing with happiness.  And horniness.  They made her squat over a
bowl to pee, then made her drink it.  That almost made her cum since,
for her, drinking pee at someone's order was one of the most submissive
things she could do.  Unlike Arianwen, she didn't like it for its own
sake, but she did it because the level of humiliation and
submissiveness turned her on something fierce.  Of course, no one, not
even Arianwen, knew why Ari liked pee play as much as she did.

      	When Ken got home from class, he ate and cleaned himself up.
Jane was in a cage out by the pool.  It was the smallest cage she could
fit in, and the piercings through her nipples and clit were tightly
tied to the front bars.  Even trying to relieve the strain of the metal
against her skin tugged her piercings in a bad but oh-so-good way.

      	"Have you fed her?" asked Ken.

      	"Only cock," replied Sally, who was sitting outside enjoying the
sun -- and Jane's lust.  "Water, too.  And I think Ari peed on her once
or twice.  You know Ari."

      	They chucked over that and Ken squatted in front of the cage.
"Are you ready to serve me?" he asked.

      	"However Master wishes, his slave will serve," she replied.

      	Oh yeah, she was really into subspace.  She was completely
healed from last night.  Ken wondered if, considering how much energy
she was generating, she'd been unable to keep from healing.

      	"Good," he smiled.  "I'm sure you'll enjoy what I have in mind.
Ari will be here soon to clean you up and get you ready."

      	"Yes, Master," Jane replied, shifting and wincing as her clit
ring was pulled.

      +++++

      	They entered the small bar, and Ken noted that it was quite full
tonight.  Unlike the first time he'd been here, tonight it really was a
private party.  Things quieted down real fast when they appeared.  He
tugged on the leash and heard a muffled grunt as the cloaked figure
shuffled forward to follow him.  Gary headed toward one of the pool
tables.  Ken saw an area had already been cleared for the
entertainment.

      	Knife came over and shook Ken's hand, looking curiously at the
cloaked figure behind him.  They all walked into the cleared space.
Someone turned down the stereo and there was mostly silence in the
smoky bar.

      	"Hello, guys and ladies," he started.

      	"Ain't no ladies here," someone quipped.  There were some 'fuck
yous' and some smacking sounds as open hands connected with bodies.

      	"Yes," Ken smiled, "well, you'll notice that I didn't say
'Gentlemen'."

      	More laughter.

      	"Anyway," he continued, "in a moment, I'll present the evening's
entertainment.  But before I do, there are a few -- very few -- rules."

      	There were some cheers from that announcement by the twenty-plus
people in the bar.

      	"I'm just going to tell you what you can't do, rather than what
you can do," he said.  "It's a much shorter list."

      	Lots of cheering greeted that comment, and he had to wait until
things calmed down a bit before he could continue.

      	"Okay -- here are the rules.  Don't do anything that will
require a hospital to fix.  Nothing that will scar.  No tats or
branding, either,"  he started.  "No animals, and no scat.  Other than
that, she's fair game.  I've brought a bag of toys with me that you can
use.  Any other toy you come up with, ask me about. Oh, and finally, no
real violence.  You'll get permanently ejected for that.  If you want a
punching bag, look somewhere else or come talk to me.  I'm sure I'll be
able to help you out."

      	More noises as everyone thought about what he'd said.  Really,
when it came down to it, they could do about anything they wanted.
This was going to be a lot of fun.

      	Ken dropped the leash and stepped around behind the figure, then
pulled off its cloak.

      	"Holy fuckin' shit," was the first comment he heard.

      	Jane did, indeed, look fantastic.  Her lustrous dark hair had
been braided, and Sally and Annette had done up her makeup to bring out
her beautiful blue eyes.  Just enough of a touch here and there to
accent her beautiful face.  Somehow, it would have made her look
completely innocent, if it weren't for the fact that she was almost
completely naked.

      	On her feet, she was wearing over the calf ballet boots, which
forced her to balance on her toes.  Her elbows had been bound together
so they were touching, which forced her large, firm breasts out very
provocatively.  A high leather collar was around her neck, slightly
restricting her breathing, and she was gagged with a large gag that was
like a ring gag, but it had a plug in it -- for the time being.  The
leash had not been attached to her collar, but to her nipple and clit
piercings.  At each piercing, a heavy weight had been added which
pulled and tugged on those sensitive spots every time she moved or the
leash was pulled.  Ken removed the leash and stepped back.  The
pheromones of his Priestess began to seep into the crowd.

      	It was a while before they got to anything exotic.  Jane spent a
fair amount of time being tp'd, something that she loved a great deal.
She also ate several of the women there; one, at least, Ken was sure
was underage.  Well, under the legal age.  He knew that Ari would be
pouting when she found that out.  After about an hour, Jane was pushed
to her knees and one of the women walked forward.  She was somewhat
heavyset, but not unattractive.  She walked with a roll to her hips and
had a wicked smile on her face.

    	"So, honey," she said, "you got your red wings yet?"

    	Jane, who'd had the gag removed a while ago, smiled and, "Not
tonight."

    	"Well, looks like I'll be your first, then," she said,
misunderstanding the comment.

    	Jane had absolutely no problems with sex during her period or that
of any of her female lovers.  And while Sally didn't exactly go out of
her way to provide oral sex to another woman during 'that time of the
month', only Joan actively avoided sex during that time.  Not even Bill
or Gary had a problem with it.

    	The woman leaned back in a chair that someone had provided and
pulled her legs wide.  Ken could tell, even from where he was, that she
was bleeding pretty heavily.  Jane's face was smeared with red by the
time she brought the woman to a screaming orgasm, as people cheered and
clapped.  Another woman grabbed the back of Jane's head and pulled her
into a deep kiss, saliva stringing between their mouths when she pulled
away.  The next woman to sit in a chair was also bleeding, and Jane
brought her off easily as well.

    	Several guys joined in as that woman came, spraying her pussy and
Jane's face with loads of cum.  Jane's greedy tongue slurped up all the
cum, bringing off the girl again.  They pulled Jane away again, ready
for another round of fucking, the first man pushing past her tight
sphincter and plunging into her ass.  While he did that, another man
fit his soft cock in her mouth.

    	"Suck, bitch," he said, "and don't spill any."

    	It shortly became clear that he was pissing into her mouth.  There
was more clapping and cheering when he finished.  There'd been a lot of
beer drinking and so several other guys lined up as well.  Being
ass-fucked while drinking piss was certainly very, very submissive,
which really pushed Jane's buttons.  She was in agony at this point;
she still didn't have permission to cum.

    	Finally, as one of the other women was sucking the cum out of
Jane's asshole, and one of the bikers fucked her cunt, slamming hard
into her small hole, she glanced at Ken, begging for relief.  Ken
nodded his permission.  It had been since yesterday since she'd been
allowed to cum, and he felt she deserved it.  She came, hard, and that
set off a fresh round of tp'ing.  The guy next in her mouth was much
longer than Ken and was trying, in vain, to choke her with his cock.
Jane, however, loved to be throat fucked and took him with ease.
Everyone who used her was amazed at how tight she'd stayed the entire
night, even the women who'd managed to slide the entire hand inside
her.  The biker girls had been kept busy sucking cum out of Jane to
keep her from getting too slick.  No one realized that they could fuck
Jane with a baseball bat and she wouldn't get  any looser than she was
now.

    	It wasn't until a bit later that Ken had to step in.  Several of
the women were using Jane, at that point, and they were anything but
gentle with her.  They slapped her breasts until they were red, spanked
her cunt, hard, tweaked and pulled her piercings all while sitting on
her face and cutting off her breathing.  Someone managed to fit a beer
bottle in her pussy and was fucking her with that, while a small woman
was trying to push her fist inside Jane's other hole.  Jane grunted,
taking both assaults and moaning her pleasure.  Having received
permission to cum, Jane was having a blast.  Then a new comer joined
in.  Another woman, and Ken felt the tenor of the room change.  Knife,
who'd dumped several loads in Jane tonight, and returned to the bar to
sit by Ken, sat up and his eyes narrowed.  Ken saw one of the bikers
casually walk over to the pile of clothing the woman had left on the
floor and look through it.  Then he stood and shook his head.  Knife
nodded back to him.

    	"What's up?" he asked.

    	"That bitch is trouble.  I don't know how she found out about
tonight, but I didn't tell her," replied Knife.

    	"Can you get her out of here without causing a scene?"

    	"I doubt it," said Knife.

    	"Well, if it's okay, then I'll handle it if she goes too far."

    	"She's a total psycho," warned Knife.

      	That might be true, but she was the only one who was treating
Jane the way his wife really wanted to be treated.  On the other hand,
she did feel like trouble.  Still, he didn't want to eject someone who
might give Jane a really good orgasm.  Ken decided to let things go, as
long as she abided by the rules.  Knife didn't look happy about it, but
he didn't want to put a stop to the fun, and a loud argument could do
that.

    	Things proceeded to get a lot rougher at that point, even though
all the other woman stepped away to let the newcomer play.  She pulled
Jane to her feet by grabbing her breasts.  Jane came up quickly,
gasping in pleasure.  The woman smacked her face, and Jane moaned
again.  Knife looked at Ken, who appeared to be completely unconcerned.

    	Which was anything but the case.  He was watching very carefully,
hoping he wouldn't have to step in. Unfortunately, the vibe coming from
the woman continued to get worse, and it was beginning to look like she
would go too far.  Not for Jane, of course, who would welcome the
bruises and abuse as long as her Master let it go on, because she
trusted that she was pleasing him.  But Ken would never let anyone
abuse her for real, and this woman was getting close.  She slapped Jane
again, then forced her to her knees, pissing in her face.  Jane almost
came from that, and eagerly went to work on the hairy pussy that her
face was pulled into.  Again, Ken knew that Jane, too, could tell the
difference in this woman, but was content to let her Master decide that
enough was enough.  That point came once the woman had her orgasm.  She
got a very cruel smile on her face, balled a fist and pulled her hand
back.  The blow never fell.

    	Knife didn't see Ken move.  All he knew was that the man somehow
appeared behind the woman and her arm didn't move an inch because he
had a hold on it.  She almost overbalanced from the completely
unexpected immobility.

    	She turned to look at Ken, and Jane knee-walked away from them.
Ken could see the woman's eyes were dilated, and it wasn't with lust.
She was high on something.  Really, Ken couldn't have cared less what
she was on, as long as she didn't abuse his slave.

    	She jerked her wrist out of his hold, and he let her.  "What the
fuck, you an idiot or something?" she snarled.

    	"You just got here, so you missed the rules," said Ken.  "No
violence is the primary one."

    	"What, you pimpin' this whore?"

    	"She's not a whore, but she *is* mine," he said.  "Are you
going to restrain yourself and have some fun?"

	"Fuck you!" she replied.  "I do what I want."

	Ken shook his head.  "Time for you to go."

	"You can't throw me outta here," she snarled.

	"Look around you," said Ken.  "You're ruining their fun.  If
it's a choice between pussy and you, what do you think it's going to
be?"

    	Snarling, the woman walked over and pulled on her pants, buttoned
up her shirt and pulled on her boots.  Ken watched until she was
dressed, then turned to walk back to the bar.  Someone yelled as the
woman pulled out a large knife and went for Ken's back.  She never even
got close.  She did, however, find herself laying on her back, cradling
a broken wrist and trying to breathe.  Ken stood over her, placed a
boot on the knife and pulled, snapping the blade.  Considering how
large it was, that was no mean feat, but his action was lost on the
woman on the floor.  She'd been in a lot of fights and had fought with
broken bones before.  She quickly rose, grabbing for a pool cue, and
whipped toward Ken's face.

    	He was disappointed in himself.  He should have anticipated that
she'd try something like that.  She missed, of course, and he simply
took it away from her.  About that time, the pain from her wrist
started to register, and she grabbed it again.

    	"You're a dead man," she spat.

    	"Goodbye," said Ken, nodding at the door.

    	The woman walked slowly out the door, and Ken felt an almost
collective sigh of relief from everyone around him.

    	"Carry on," he said as he headed back to the bar.

    	The mood was broken though, and one of the girls took Jane to a
back room where there was a small shower.

   	"Who the hell was that idiot?" asked Ken, taking a sip of his
beer.

    	"Crazy Sally," replied Knife.  "She used to ride with us a
lot more, but the drugs got to her, and she started getting a bit
crazy.  Rumor is she shot someone who crossed her, but no one knows for
sure.  That's why I had Rick check her clothes, to make sure she wasn't
carrying.  Good idea, as it turned out, since I'm sure she would have
shot you."

    	"I see," said Ken, wondering if he could heal fast enough to
survive being shot in a vital place.  Probably not, considering shock
and all.

    	"Better watch yourself when you leave here," said Knife.
"She's crazy enough to try something else.  We'll make sure someone's
with you."

    	"I'll keep it in mind," replied Ken.  Great, that was what he
needed.  Some psycho with a gun.  Well, he'd leave before taking Jane
outside and check around.  Hopefully, he'd be able to spot her and deal
with her before she saw him, especially if he went out a different way,
like out a window.

    	Gary came over to the bar and said, "Shit, man, I'm sorry.  I was
outside getting some air.  I didn't know that crazy bitch was here.
Why didn't you warn Ken, Knife?"

    	"He warned me," said Ken.  "She wasn't armed, with a gun anyway,
and I figured that she could be handled.

    	"Yeah, you were right about that," said Knife.  "You don't ever
want to tangle with this guy.  Shit, I didn't think anyone could move
that fast."

    	Ken smiled thinly and said, "I take a very dim view of anyone
trying to hurt my wife."

      	About that time, everyone started clapping and cheering.  Jane,
still completely naked, her dark hair shining from the shower, walked
into the room.  She flowed into Ken's open arms, as people continued to
clap and hoot their appreciation.  Ken could feel her body still
vibrating with need -- her last orgasm had been cut off, and she --
despite an evening of sex that had left her quite sore -- wanted her
husband's cock inside her.  For the first time in a while, they felt
pretty full of energy and knew their Goddess would be pleased.  He had
every intention of taking her home and slamming his cock into her sore,
well-used pussy when they got there.

	That plan went exactly nowhere.

    	"Hey, Ken," said Knife, "you never got a chance with your
woman there.  You gonna do her?"

    	"Of course.  I just wasn't planning on doing it right now,"
said Ken.

      	Loud protests rang out, and it shortly became clear that
everyone wanted him to have sex with Jane right here.  He decided to
put on a little show; after all, he still had a little room left to
store energy.  Jane smiled at him, then gasped as he grabbed her by her
hair and all but drug her over to where the bag of toys was.  It was
obvious that Jane's night was not over yet.

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Note to my readers:

	Once again, I'd like to say how very much KB and Felinicus have
contributed to making the Avatar story something that's a good read.
KB's ability to edit my writing into something that makes (more) sense,
and Felinicus's ability to find those last one or two (or three or four
or ...) mistakes that inevetably creep in make this a much better piece
of writing.

	My thanks to both of you.


      End Chapter 2-19

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