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Subject: {ASSM} The World Beneath ch.2 by Rachael Ross (MF+/f, fantasy, no sex)
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The World Beneath

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: MF+/f, Fantasy, Rom, Mast, Oral, Blood (vampirism)

Part two - The Widening Gyre

I dimly remember coming home, but not very well. Mr. Raines had driven
me and I can't remember getting out of his car. I awoke late, nearly
nine in the morning, still wrapped in my trench coat and lying on my
bed. I blinked at the sunlight streaming through my window and groaned
as I tried to sit up. My body was sore and tired, but it was only a
few minutes later, as I sat on the toilet peeing, that I became aware
of other pains. I was covered with bites, at least a dozen or so,
probably more. My nipples were red and puffy with small scabs of dried
blood around them. My stomach had several bites, one in the soft
fleshy part of my waist, and at least four or five around my sex. I
had others as well, on my neck and shoulders.

I catalogued them carefully, feeling each one in turn as I stood in
front of the mirror. I remembered sitting with Julia and Christine. I
remember the kisses, the warmth and Wendy, I remembered her as well. I
felt confused, but not angry. They hadn't hurt me, not really. If
anything I began to appreciate the small tender wounds to my young
body. They'd loved me; I was sure, in a strange and beautiful way that
I didn't fully understand yet. My only real thought as I stood there
was that I hoped I would get the chance to meet them again. I prayed
that they would feel the same, that all of the people I'd met would
feel that way, and I was fearful that they wouldn't.

I showered carefully and dressed quickly in black leather hipsters and
a long sleeve blouse that would cover my arms, as I had small bites
inside both elbows. I was in a hurry and I barely had time for
lipstick and a quick brush through my hair before I pulled it into a
long ponytail. I almost looked normal for a change and that wasn't
entirely bad either, it would give the other kids something new to
talk about. I'd already missed my first class, and I'd miss my second,
but I'd get to my English class on time. That was all that mattered.

"Good morning...good morning..." Mr. Raines was copying from a
notebook to the whiteboard and he replied automatically to those few
students who greeted him as they filed into the classroom.

"Good morning, Mr. Raines." I said, feeling very odd suddenly, almost
embarrassed. I wondered what he'd seen the night before, what he knew
about me and Julia and the others. He'd driven me home, so I assumed
he knew everything, and that thought hadn't occurred to me before. I
was suddenly very much wishing I'd stayed home sick in bed.

"Good morning." Mr. Raines replied, barely glancing at me and to all
outward appearances it seemed he treated me no different from any of
his other students. That disappointed me more than it relieved me,
making me feel as if I weren't special after all, as if I'd imagined
the whole thing and that confused me.

I took my usual seat in the back row, doing my best to look
disinterested and bored, trying to punish the man. I don't know why I
felt so angry suddenly, I only know I did, and it was childish but I
couldn't help it. Perhaps I'd disappointed him the night before,
acting the way I had. I'd been drinking and perhaps making a fool of
myself, I wasn't sure. It was bad not remembering, I knew that much.
So I had shame to go along with my anger and disappointment.

"Jenna..." Mr. Raines caught me as I was leaving and I didn't look at
him, or even reply, I just stood there pouting like a child. "Are you
alright?"

I shrugged and closed my eyes, waiting for him to let me go.

"We're meeting again tonight, if you'd like to come." He cleared his
throat softly. "If you're feeling bad about what happened..."

"No." I said finally. "I'm not. I just..." I finally looked at him. "I
thought you were mad at me."

"Me?" Mr. Raines looked taken aback and he shook his head. "No, not at
all. You mean today, this morning?"

I nodded weakly and he began to understand.

"Oh, Jenna, I'm sorry we couldn't talk earlier. We have to be
discrete, all of us in the club, I'm sure you understand." He was
speaking softly and students for his next class were beginning to come
into the room, so anything else he might have wanted to say was only
expressed through his eyes, which were warm and compassionate, and his
touch upon my shoulder. It was light and tender, much more so than I
might have believed possible from those thick fingers, and I
immediately felt better.

"I understand." I nodded, swallowing hard and looking into his face.
"I was being..." I shrugged.

"A young woman." Mr. Raines smiled. "Don't worry, I understand. Ten
o'clock?"

"Yeah." I smiled, feeling the world falling back into its proper shape
finally.

"Good." Mr. Raines nodded and I gave him a last smile, a real one,
before I left his room for my next class.

"He doesn't hate me!" I said under my breath, not bothering to care if
anyone heard me or not. I was too relieved and I chided myself for
being so stupid. Of course he couldn't greet me with open arms, asking
me if I'd slept okay, if I'd stopped bleeding. I giggled, causing
several kids in my Social Studies class to give me curious looks, but
I ignored them. We had to be discrete; I mean it was more than just a
literary group, wasn't it? I'd been seduced, and I was quite sure that
was the right word for what had happened. I'd been seduced and treated
to something strange and completely out of the ordinary. There was
something there, something more than what I'd seen so far, and I was
going back!

I was tired by noon, worn out from the night before and it was Friday
anyway, so I decided to cut the afternoon and go home and sleep. I'd
made it to my English class and that was all I'd cared about anyway.
Perhaps the little ups and downs of my emotions had burned me out some
too. All I knew was that I was that the Literary Club was meeting
again and I wanted to be wide awake and smart and remember everything
this time. I wondered if Julia would kiss me again, and Wendy and
Christine; would they even want to? I was nervous, the way people are
when they fall in love for the first time, and that, I thought, was
what was happening to me. But not just with one person, with all of
them.

My good mood changed when I rounded the corner and saw the car in our
driveway. It belonged to a guy named Rick, who was purported to be my
mom's boyfriend, but he was just a bum, which suited her perfectly I
suppose. He came over sometimes and it never made me happy. All they
did was drink and have sex and the idea of either of them coupling
with anyone was enough to make me vomit. It didn't help that the guy
stared at me like a vulture every time he saw me. It was disgusting
and I'd even brought it up with my mom once, but that had led to
shouting and slammed doors and just more hard feelings in a house full
of them.

If the man ever tried to touch me, I'd sworn to cut off his balls. I'd
never hurt anything in my life, but I'd hurt him.

I almost didn't go in, but I had little choice and I hoped they'd be
in my mom's bedroom, sweating like pigs and grunting while they
rutted. I could stand that more easily than seeing my mother cuddling
him on the couch, both of them bleary eyed and slack jawed, which is
how I found them. Rick stared at me, his weak eyes yellow with
jaundice I hoped, following me as I walked silently past. My mom
ignored me, her legs over the man's thighs and her hands busy pouring
another drink. She liked gin, but it was vodka today, and she wasn't
particular anyway.

"Don't you have a job?" I said, unable to help myself. I just hated
his eyes.

"Jen..." My mom said slowly, not even looking at me then. "Don't be
such a bitch."

"Fuck you." I said under my breath and they were both laughing
stupidly. I felt humiliated, although I knew I shouldn't have. God, I
couldn't wait to turn eighteen, and truthfully I wasn't sure I would.
But finding my own place would be expensive and all I had was the
three hundred dollars my dad sent me every month.

He used to send it to my mom, until I turned 12 or so. He'd stopped by
to see us, just in town for a day, and it was the first time I'd seen
him, or so it seemed to me. He'd tried to talk to me, but I'd been
angry, and the man soon gave up and spent an hour arguing with my mom.
He didn't mean anything to me anyway, not really. Maybe he was my dad,
maybe he wasn't, he could have been anyone. I didn't care, or so I
kept telling myself. After he'd seen us though, seen my mom and how
she was getting worse, he opened a bank account for me, something
called a "Fun Saver" for kids. I had a passbook with smiling dolphins
on it and like magic there was new money in it every month.

That had pissed off my mom like you wouldn't believe, but even at
twelve I knew better than to give her any more responsibility. Which
is what money is, after all. I bought the food and paid the bills and
welfare covered most of what I couldn't. That was more humiliation,
but at least mom took care of that. She had to, otherwise she might
have had to spend her meager paychecks on something besides cigarettes
and booze. But still, towards the end of the month when things were
tight, it really sucked going to the grocery store and paying for
Spaghetti-O's with food stamps.

I locked my door and flopped on my bed, trying my best not to think
about Rick or my mom. I turned on my stereo and used the headphones so
I wouldn't have to listen to their voices echoing through that big old
house. Why are drunken people louder than everyone else? I'd been
looking forward to frigging myself, without actually planning on it,
you know what I mean. I just knew that I'd get home and do it and then
curl up warm and happy and still dreaming of whatever and go to sleep.
But they'd put me off that and I felt a little frustrated maybe, if
that makes sense. All I could do was lay there and close my eyes and
wish I were someone else.

I couldn't sleep though, even tired as I was. I was thinking about the
club and how smart everyone seemed to be and how I'd lucked out with
the Frankenstein thing. I knew that book front to back and could have
recited almost any part of it they wanted me to. Or maybe it wasn't
luck, part of me thought. It could have been a test of some kind, an
easy one because they already had some idea that I was familiar with
Shelly. I didn't know if I liked that idea or not, it felt kind of
manipulative maybe, and I wondered if I was paranoid. Either way, I
decided that if they wanted me to read something tonight I'd need
something other than Frankenstein.

Childish, I know, maybe even egotistical, preparing myself in the
hopes of impressing my new friends like that. But that's what I did,
and wanting something dramatic as well as impressive, I worked at
memorizing Yeats, who was the poet I most admired next to T.S. Eliot,
my favorite writer in the whole world. I read and recited silently,
the music in my earphones not helping at all, until it became too hard
to keep my eyes open and it felt good to close them finally.

=-=-=-=-=-=

I woke to an empty house and I had some frozen waffles while I
considered what to wear. My blouse from the night before had been
ripped, almost shredded, and when I'd woken up that morning it had
been barely hanging from my body. My panties too had been torn. While
I didn't mind that so much, and even got something of a thrill from
it, the fact was that I didn't have a lot of money to spend on clothes
every time the club met, you know? It seems silly to say, but true. So
that was my justification for dressing as I did, in an old Greenday t-
shirt that was already ripped, although purposely, and a red and black
skirt, sort of a zigzag pattern, made of cotton...Without panties
underneath, just some red tights, like a ballerina might wear. Except
they were red and I wouldn't mind if they got ripped because I'd had
them so long I was little tired of them.

It looked punk anyway, especially once I'd brushed my eyes with black
theatrical powder and glossed my lips black. I replaced the stud in my
nose with a golden hoop, which was always kind of a pain. I tended to
leave my nose studs, or rings as the case may be, in place for as long
as I could. My bottom lip was cut and swollen, but not too bad. I
remembered Julia, the beautiful Japanese woman biting me there, and my
tongue too. I stuck it out but I couldn't really see where it had been
bleeding from and I guessed it had felt worse than it really was.

Mr. Raines, Edward, was waiting for me again when I arrived at the
church. I'd walked briskly against the cold, wrapped in my trench coat
once again. There would be a frost tonight, the first one that autumn,
and already I could see my breath. He smiled warmly as I approached
and this time he did give me a hug, which I didn't mind at all. His
cheek was warm next to mine, and I could feel the prickly stubble of
his weak five o'clock shadow.

"You must be freezing." He told me. "I should have picked you up
maybe." We started walking down the stairs, following our same route
as before.

"I have a driver's license." I said with a little shrug. "Just no car
yet. It's okay though, I like walking."

"Well, it's going to get colder before it gets warmer." Mr. Raines
spoke softly as we made our way through the basement. "I'm sure any
one of us would be happy to be your chauffer."

I laughed at that and I believed him too. "What's going on down here?"
I asked. There were people in the basement tonight, perhaps 20 men of
different ages, from teens to grandfatherly, and at least one woman.
Most of them seemed to be playing chess and they barely noticed as we
walked past the open door of the classroom they were using, although a
couple of the guys eyed me with more than just curiosity. I was used
to that.

"RCC...Rochester Chess Club." Mr. Raines explained. "They meet every
Friday down here. They're usually gone by 11:30 or so, midnight at the
latest. Do you play chess?"

"Me?" I laughed. "I know how the pieces move, but I'm not any good."

"Me neither." Edward chuckled and he had his hand in the small of my
back, guiding me up the stairs. "I think David plays, and some of the
others, but from what I understand he's quite good. He'll try to talk
you into a game, one of these days, he always does."

"Well, he'd be disappointed with me, I think." I smiled.

"Oh, I doubt that." The man said, opening the door to that spacious
study for me. "I can't imagine you disappointing anyone."

Before I had a chance to reply to that compliment I was being greeted
by the rest of the members. They seemed to be waiting for me, or at
least some of them. Julia smiled at me and quickly approached, kissing
me full on the lips before I even had time to remove my coat. There
was just the smallest brief hint of her tongue passing across my
closed lips and I think my heart stuttered in that instant.

"Jennifer..." Julia smiled into my eyes. "Welcome back."

"Hi." I smiled nervously.

I wondered what the others thought, Julia kissing me on the mouth like
that, but she wasn't the only one. Christine, with her elfin face and
faerie features kissed me as well, her fingers caressing my cheek. And
then Wendy, who was tall and dark, with raven hair and alabaster skin,
kissed me gently on the lips as well and by now I was almost becoming
used to it. I felt warm all over and my heart was beating faster. Any
worries I had about not being accepted were completely dissolved.

"Enough..." Valentine was there, taking my coat from my shoulders.
"They're terrible, aren't they? Succubi of the worst sort. 'Who can
find...' and this is a quote, mind you," Valentine tilted his head
seriously as he folded my coat, "'Who can find a virtuous woman? for
her price is far above rubies.'" His eyes were shining and then he
turned to lay my coat with several others on a small divan.

"Are we quoting tonight?" David was there, smiling at me. "Val does
love his bible. 'There are only three things to be done with a woman.
You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.'"

"Justine?" Wendy laughed, chiding David playfully. "You must go to the
original material, my love. 'Woman's destiny is to be wanton, like the
bitch, the she-wolf...'" Wendy was looking at David, "'...she must
belong to all who claim her.'" And then she was looking at me and I
blushed.

"'To be born woman is to know...'" I offered after a second's
hesitation, "'...Although they don't speak of it at school, Women must
labor to be beautiful.'"

"And how beautiful you are." Valentine took my by the hand, then
reached with the other to take Julia's. "All of you."

We walked together fully into the room, once more lit with candles,
and unlike the night before, which had been very casual and social,
this evening everyone found seats on the sofas and armchairs which had
been arranged in a broad semi-circle. I sat between Val and Julia,
with the other ten people arranged and seated to our left and right.
There was some small talk, soft whispers and some laughing. Valentine
himself was whispering in Julia's ear, both of them leaning in front
of me so that I couldn't help but overhear.

"Do you think she's in love with me yet?" Valentine's voice was soft.

Julia shrugged, feigning indifference. "Ask her."

Valentine glanced at me and I suddenly realized he'd been talking
about me and my face burned with embarrassment.

"I think I just did." He laughed and Julia shook her head and put her
hand on my thigh, stroking me through my tights gently.

"Ignore him." She told me. "He just started puberty."

"That's not true at all." Valentine said, sitting back and putting his
arm around my shoulder, giving me a little squeeze with his warm hand.
"I've been going through puberty for quite some time now, spank you
very much."

I laughed, but I was still a little embarrassed, even if he was just
teasing me. Val was like a child, like the boys I went to school with.
I wondered if he was ever serious about anything. And of course the
worst part of it was that I was indeed falling in love with him, with
all of them, and I was terribly frightened that they should find out.

"Okay, let's have some order." Steve was standing up and the
whispering died as he spoke. "I'm calling this Gathering of the
Rosarium Society to order. Mona, dear Sister, would you lead us
tonight?"

This was very different from the previous evening and I looked around
uncertainly as everyone stood, Valentine helping me to my feet, and I
bowed my head with everyone else, but kept my eyes open, watching them
as best I could.

"Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music;
there is dark, Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant
elements, Makes them cling together In one society..."

Mona spoke loudly, but her voice was sweet and lilting and I tried to
understand her words, but they made little sense to me at the time.
Everyone sat as she finished and I looked at Julia and she just smiled
at me, taking my hand in hers and giving me a comforting squeeze.

"Good. Sister Sylvia, do you have the minutes from the last meeting?"
Steve asked after everyone had settled back down. He was a tall man,
with rugged outdoorsman kind of looks. He looked better suited to a
club of, I don't know, taxidermists maybe, or lumberjacks. He
definitely didn't seem the bookish type, but apparently he was the
president of this little club.

"Yes I do." Sylvia said lightly and she was standing then, looking
pretty as ever and so young too. She couldn't have been much more than
20, I thought and I wondered why she wasn't out on a date or
something, but that line of thought made me feel guilty so I abandoned
it quickly. I supposed I was here because of some defect, more than
any talent I might possess, and so I'd begun to wonder what was wrong
with these people. I'd been so hard on myself for so long I forgot
sometimes that it was perfectly okay to be happy and that not all
reasons were negative.

"The Gathering was called to order by the president and Brother
Valentine led the Society with a reading from the Rosarium
Philosophorum, followed by the secretary reading the minutes from the
previous meeting of the Society and a statement of funds by the
treasurer, Sister Samantha.

"The Society discussed a theme for this months lunar feast and it was
decided that we'd go with the School of Night movement, and feature
readings from the works of George Chapman. The vote was 10 in favor
with two abstaining.

"Next the Society engaged in a discussion over the continued use of
these facilities. It was decided that Brother Steve and Sister Mona
would independently look into other, more permanent facilities and
they are to report within two weeks their findings to the Society as a
whole.

"Brother Edward made a formal proposal to invite Jennifer Dark to
attend our Thursday Gathering and the proposal was discussed and
agreed to by a vote of nine in favor, two opposed, and one abstaining.

"Sister Christine then delivered a reading of Our Mercury and the
Gathering retired to the..." Sylvia glanced at me and then at Steve,
who seemed to give her a small nod. "...to the sanctum for services to
our Lord and Master."

I blinked at that, wondering what it meant. I smiled a little,
thinking it must have been a joke of some kind. Part of me was also
wondering at the revelation that they'd voted on whether or not to
invite me, and two people had voted no. I'd bowed my head at that,
wondering who they were and torn between wanting and not wanting to
know. Julia had sensed that, I think, and Valentine as well, as they
both soothed me gently with their hands while we sat there.

"Thank you, Sister." Steve nodded, rising once again and Sylvia sat
down. "Sister Samantha, your report please?"

Samantha looked half-Irish and half...I don't know, Hawaiian maybe.
She had reddish hair, a little red of auburn, but caramel skin, like
she'd spent her whole life tanning on a beach someplace. Maybe she
dyed her hair, I thought, but probably not. She had a pretty face,
with what I'd call European features, and bright green eyes. She was
pretty and exotic and she hardly said a word, so far as I could tell.

"As of this date the Society has $287,550.14 in assets, of which
$28,722.80 is cash. The Society has one outstanding debt of one
hundred eighty-four dollars for the use of this facility for the
current month." She looked around without smiling, as if someone might
challenge her on the numbers, but no one did, so she sat back down. It
sounded like an awful lot of money to me and I wondered what they
needed it for.

This all seemed kind of silly and doubtless it may seem that way to
others as well. I mean they were just 12 people, why all the ceremony
I wondered, especially for a literary group. After my first experience
I pretty much thought they would be like that every night, talking and
laughing, drinking wine. Feeling up the local high school girl ...I
laughed to myself, trying to hide my smile. I had to admit, it was
kind of cool. Like something serious, but still...I had the feeling
that I was watching something unfold that was way over my head.

"And now I open the floor to the members of the Society." Steve said,
standing just long enough to say it before sitting down again.

"New business." Julia said immediately, rising to her feet beside me.

"The Society recognizes Sister Julia." Steve intoned from his chair.

"I propose membership in the Society for Jennifer Dark as Initiate and
further propose that all dues be waived on her behalf until the
completion of her Trial."

"One thing at a time, Sister." Thomas stood up from his chair.

"The Society recognizes Brother Thomas." Steve said and Julia sat down
again beside me and I looked at her with my eyes wide, wondering what
all of that meant.

"The girl is promising, yes, intelligent and capable, but we must
carefully consider her youth. Obviously there are members who find
Miss Dark...interesting, but we cannot forget our purpose here. The
question we must ask before accepting any new Initiate is 'Will this
person be an asset to our cause?' I have seen no proof of that and in
truth, it is far too soon for any of us to judge. My opinion is to be
patient and observe and give our new friend time to know us more
completely."

"Think he practiced that?" Valentine whispered behind me and I didn't
get to see Julia's reaction. It seemed clear though that this debate
wasn't new, just a formalized version of something that had previously
been discussed.

Brother..."

"The Society recognizes Sister Sylvia."

"I support the proposal of our Sister Julia. Brother Edward has
observed her for several months and his reports have all impressed us,
as we were all impressed with Jennifer herself last night. Time is not
our ally in this matter. The stars are favorable, our Master accedes
his consent, and we have in our midst the person for whom we have
searched for so long. I have examined the girl personally and she is
our Sister in Blood, her Trial will be a mere formality, I assure
you."

"That is too far, Sister." Thomas was speaking again. "You are a
powerful Seer, of that I have little doubt, but in this matter we must
rely upon more than your charts and numbers. The Trial will tell us,
of course, but she must be prepared first, and none of us can foresee
all eventualities. She is still a stranger, for all of her promise,
and a risk to our future. I was opposed..."

"She is a risk." Julia stood up again, interrupting Thomas to his
annoyance. "Yes. Just as we all were at one time. My sisters and I
merely suggest that this risk is small, and can be minimized further
if we involve Jennifer as soon as possible and begin her initiation."

It was strange being talked about like that, as if I weren't even in
the room. I didn't know how to feel and I was more confused than
anything else. Initiations? Trials? The stars are aligned or whatever?
It was all nonsense to me and I began to wonder if I'd fallen asleep
and into some sort of dream. What happened to talking about books?

"You doubt my abilities?" Sylvia had remained standing, and she was
staring at Thomas somewhat defiantly. "You need proof?

"You have proof?" Steve asked from his chair. "What kind?"

"Not me." Sylvia shook her head. "Her." I blinked as I realized Sylvia
was pointing at me.

"Me?" I asked, but my voice was barely a whisper.

"The Society recognizes Miss Jennifer Dark." Steve said and everyone
looked at me.

I had no idea what I was expected to say or do, obviously. I was lost
completely and all I wanted to do was bury my head in the sand
someplace. But they were expecting something and I sat there trying my
hardest to think of what they could want. Finally I gave up and
decided to do what I'd prepared myself to do earlier. I stood up and
carefully offered them a reading from memory of 'The Second Coming' by
William Butler Yeats.

 "Turning and turning in the widening gyre
 The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
 Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
 Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
 The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
 The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
 The best lack all conviction, while the worst
 Are full of passionate intensity.

 "Surely some revelation is at hand;
 Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
 The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
 When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
 Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
 A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
 A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
 Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
 Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
 The darkness drops again; but now I know
 That twenty centuries of stony sleep
 Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
 And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
 Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

I finished breathlessly, with my heart beating madly in my breast. I
looked around the room, choking back on the fear that crawled along my
throat like poisonous bile. Julia was sitting down now, everyone was,
and she'd held my hand all the while I'd spoken. Sylvia was smiling,
her face open and inviting. Wendy too had eyes that seemed to draw me
in, warm and loving. Edward, my teacher, looked particularly happy and
he rocked slightly on his hips. Christine seemed ready to devour me,
licking her lips and smiling seductively. Of the others, no one seemed
angry or disappointed, more that they were surprised, and pleasantly
so that I'd given them that particular poem.

I shook my head as if to clear it and sat down, Julia and Valentine
both hugging me, pressing my small body between them. The room was
very quiet for some few minutes, until at last Thomas stood and
glancing at Sylvia, who offered him no malice, he looked to me and
spoke.

"I shall withdraw my objection." He said and the room seemed to lose
much of the tension I'd felt earlier.

"A proposal has been made to accept Jennifer Dark as Initiate into the
Society of Rosarium Philosophorum. All in favor?" Steve asked.
"Opposed?"

"Let it be recorded that the proposal has passed by a vote of 11 in
favor and one abstaining. Jennifer Dark will be initiated within 72
hours from the passing of this resolution. Note that as Jennifer's
sponsor, Sister Julia shall be responsible for preparing Miss Dark in
all ways." He looked around, giving time for objections if there were
any. "Very well..."

=-=-=-=-=

end of part two

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Note: This is the second chapter of a multi-part story which is in
progress as of this posting. If you have feedback, comments or
suggestions, I welcome them as always, but I regret that I may not
always be able to respond in a timely manner. I will post the next
chapter as it becomes available. -rr April 22, 2007

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