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Avatar - Establishment, Book 2

Chapter 13

Avatar 2

Chapter 13

	It turned out to be a long night.

	David and Lenny showed up and ate dinner with them.  Everyone except
Joan was there -- she'd had a dinner meeting.  After eating, they started to
discuss the issue at hand.

	"Should we adjourn somewhere ?" asked David.

	"Not unless you're uncomfortable here," replied Ken.  "Everyone should
be on the same page, so if we stay here, I won't have to go explaining it all
over again."

	"Okay," said David.

	Thus began the discussion.  David was livid when he discovered the
condition that Gary's store had been left in.  So was everyone else, and
everyone except David and Lenny offered to help him move his stuff tomorrow. 
David apologized, but said that he wanted to set the case against the precinct
into motion.  Lenny mentioned that he had commitments as well, and couldn't make
it until later in the day.

	Ken was of two minds about how to proceed.  He wanted some way to keep
those people off his back, but he didn't want to get into a battle with the
police.  In general, there was nothing wrong with most cops, but from things
that David had said earlier, he wondered what the deal was with this particular
precinct.  The only thing that David said was that they had more than their
share of complaints, but everyone always clammed up when something happened. 
And even when it appeared that they would get nailed on something, somehow, they
seemed to slip out of it.  He was eager to go after them on this one and Ken was
inclined to agree.  Still...

	"If it looks like we can get a clean kill, so to speak, then I'm all for
it.  I don't want to get involved in a protracted battle though.  We're moving
Gary out of the line of fire, and hopefully that'll take care of the problem."

	David wasn't too happy about that, but figured that half a loaf was
better than none.  They piled into Ken's X5 and went to the shop, digital camera
and video camera in hand, to document what had been done.  Ken joked that they
should call the police, but David didn't laugh.

	"You don't want them back here," he said.  "There'd be too much
opportunity to, shall we say, _find_ evidence that might have been missed
earlier.  In fact, if I were you, I'd try to find some way to get a dog in here. 
Who knows what might have been left behind?"

	Gary gave a short, sharp laugh and said, "No problem with that.  I know
someone who can help."

	Pulling out his cell phone, he made a quick call while Ken and David
went around cleaning up.  A few minutes later, the store doorbell rang.

	"Yo, Knife," smiled Gary, opening the door.  "How's it hanging?"

	"Great, man," replied the huge biker, stepping into the shop.  "What the
hell is going on, anyway?"

	He had a large, bright-eyed German shepherd with him. 

	Gary gave him a quick rundown of what had happened, and Knife began
running the dog through his paces.

	"What," asked Ken, "is he doing with a drug-sniffing dog?"

	"Knife has a soft spot for dogs.  He found out through a friend that the
cops were gonna put this one down, so he managed to get hold of it.  They think
it's dead, because you can be sure that the cops don't want a drug-sniffer in
the hands of a bunch of bikers."

	"But why were they going to get rid of it?" asked David.  "I mean, it
doesn't seem like they'd kill it just because it couldn't sniff out dope."

	"Oh, that wasn't the problem.  They were pretty upset about putting it
down, because it was an awesome sniffer.  But it seems that there was a basic
incompatibility between ol' Chomper and his owners," replied Gary with a grin.

	"And that was?" asked Ken.

	Gary's grin grew even wider.  "He doesn't like uniforms.  So he attacked
any cop that came near him.  Apparently, it didn't start that way, but over
time, Chomper just started to go after them.  They had to let him go, and
naturally they didn't want a cop-hating, drug-sniffing shepherd on the streets."

	There was a lot of laughter which was interrupted by the dog alerting on
something.  Quickly, everyone rushed to the back to see what had been found.

	Knife was holding the barking dog back from one of Annette's desk
drawers.  When they opened the drawer, nothing was found, but further searching
uncovered a plastic bag full of white power taped under it.

	"How cliche," drawled Ken.  Despite his comment, he was not amused. 
"Can you see if there's any more floating around?" 

	No one had actually touched the bag.  Ken found a pair of rubber gloves
and carefully removed the bag, which he put in a larger plastic trash bag that
Gary handed him.  He could tell the other man was just keeping it together. 
This was bullshit, plain and simple.  Chomper found another small bag inside a
closet, and they put it with the first one.  Knife had the dog re-run his
search, and this time everything came up clean.

	"So, what's all this shit, Gary?" asked Knife.  "We heard they raided
your place, saying it was some kind of illegal sex club."

	Gary filled him in, and Knife listened with narrowed eyes.

	"Sound's like those pukes.  They're in someone's pocket, for sure, and
most people don't cross 'em twice.  If you gotta place to go, I'd say git," said
the man.

	Gary explained that was what Ken had offered, and Knife nodded.

	"I could have some of the boys help, if you want.  You got a lot of
stuff here."
	
	"That'd be cool," replied Gary.  "We're gonna be here tomorrow around
noon to start moving everything out."

	They shook hands, then Knife asked Gary what he was going to do with the
bags.

	"Flush 'em," he said.

	"Why don't you give them to me?" suggested Knife.  "I'm sure I know
someone who knows someone who could find out what's really in them."

	Gary shrugged and handed over the bag.

	"Hey, Knife," said Ken as the man was getting ready to leave, "looks
like we owe ya one."

	"I'll keep a tab," replied the man with a smile.

	"Well, you could do that, or..." Ken lowered his voice for a moment and
murmured something to Knife.

	"You're shittin' me!" Knife exclaimed when Ken stepped back.

	"You know I wouldn't do that," said Ken.  "You think you guys would be
up for it?"

	"Fuckin' right!  Just the guys?"

	"Oh, no," smiled Ken.  "Girls too, if they're so inclined."

	Knife left with a big, big smile on his face.  When Gary asked what Ken
had been talking about, Ken told him.  Gary laughed and agreed that it was an
appropriate payback.

	Once they were home, David collected Lenny, who'd apparently spent the
evening talking with Joan and drooling over Eric, and they left.  Everyone else
hit the sack.  It would be a long day tomorrow.

	+++++

	When Ken and Gary showed up at the shop with the truck, it was about
twelve thirty.  They were rather surprised by the number of people who were
waiting.  In addition to the household, Joan, Sandy, Eric's father, Ellen and
Kim were there.  There was also about a half-dozen bikers from the bar,
including Knife, waiting.

	Introductions were made all around, and Gary began to carefully direct
the packing of the store merchandise.  While it was clear he wasn't very happy,
and neither was Annette, the somewhat jovial atmosphere made things easier for
him.  People were sympathetic, but made sure to tell him that they'd be
recommending his work to anyone they thought would buy it.  In fact, several of
of the smaller items never got packed, since people were buying them as they saw
them.

	"Hell," quipped Gary, "I oughta close up shop more often.  I might sell
more stuff."

	About that time, Tina came wandering up.  Her sister was wearing a metal
collar, and Tina had the leash in her hand.

	"Master Ken, look what I found," she smiled.  "Can I play with her?"

	Ken sighed.  "Not now, dear, we have a lot of work to do."

	Tina pouted, but unclipped the leash from her sister's collar.  They
giggled, then scooted over to grab more boxes to load them.  Quite a sight, the
two of them.  Neither was wearing a whole lot, and there were many eyes on them. 
In fact, none of the Circle women were wearing much, and they definitely had the
attention of the six bikers.

	"Ain't they a little young to be playin' around like that," asked Knife
as he wandered up.

	"Did you know they are sisters?" asked Ken.

	Knife's eyes got big.

	"No, fucking way."

	"Yup," smiled Ken.  "And they love to share all sorts of things."

	"You're kidding," said the man, his voice a little fainter.

	"Nope," said Ken, his smile growing.  "You should see all the
interesting positions that Arianwen can be folded into.  She's quite flexible.'

	Knife swallowed and looked at the two teens.  Ken didn't need any
special gifts to see what was going through his mind.

	"Master," said Jane, walking up.  "Is it okay that I bought that collar
for Ari?  She looks really good in it."  She paused thoughtfully, then said,
"Maybe we should get one for Tina, too."

	"Jane," said Ken, "this is Knife.  Knife, I'd like you to meet my wife,
Jane."

	Tearing his eyes from the teens did not reduce the visual splendor he
was seeing.  Jane was dressed in a skimpy halter top, through which it was easy
to see her pierced nipples, since the cloth was so thin.  She also wore short
cut-offs with socks and sneakers.  Her long, tan legs and flat stomach was very
much on display.  She was sleek and muscular without being bulky, and it went
without saying that she had Knife's attention.

	"Hey, nice to meet you," said Knife.  Then, what Ken said registered,
and he said, "Wait, *this* is your wife?"

	"Yup."

	"The..."

	"This is something we should discuss later," said Ken, cutting him off.

	"Uh, yeah.  Right."

	"Master, is there something I should know about?" asked Jane, her blue
eyes innocent and wide.  She really was getting that look down.

	"No, slave, there is not," said Ken.

	"I'm sorry, Master," said Jane with a half-smile.  "Will you be whipping
your slave now?"

	"You're such a slut," smiled Ken.

	"Yes, Sir, of course, Sir.  But I'm *your* slut," she replied.  "Does
that mean you'll beat me now?" she continued hopefully.

	"No, you little brat!  Now, scoot." said Ken.

	Sighing melodramatically, she left.  "Yes, Master."

	"You don't really whip her, do you?  I mean, I know that Annette and
Gary are way into the BDSM thing, but ..."

	"Well, I certainly don't whip her as often as she'd like me to," grinned
Ken.

	Knife just shook his head and went looking for some boxes to pack. 
Packing went pretty fast, even with all the grab-ass going on between Circle
folks.  All in all it was a lot of fun, although Ken did have to ask Tina to
stop teasing one of the bikers.

	"Tina, sweet, please don't do that," he said quietly.

	"Why not?" she asked.

	"Well, for one thing, we're trying to get work done here.  For another,
if you have sex with him, he might get a little pissed when he finds out you're
fifteen."
	
	She sighed.  "Yeah, you're right.  This kind of sucks, though."

	"I know," said Ken.  "But if the police just 'happen' to show up or have
someone watching the place, we don't need any underage entanglements.  Right
now, since the shop is closed, I don't think they can nail us for letting you
and Ari in here.  But let's not get too out of hand."
	
	She nodded and went back to work.

	"I see Tina's fitting in real well," said Ellen, walking up.

	"That's the truth.  She's very much like her sister," said Ken. 
"Actually, in some respects, she's a lot more like Jane."

	"Likes it rough, does she?"

	"Yup.  She's an interesting girl.  You remember her first night, don't
you?"

	"Oh, yeah.  I'd love to pair her with Kim for an evening," smiled Ellen.

	"Ask her," replied Ken.  "I really doubt she'll turn you down.  By the
way, how was your vacation?"

	Ellen and Kim had decided to go hiking in the Sierra Nevadas for the
last two weeks.  They were avid hikers and usually enjoyed their time away from
the office immensely.

	"It was nice," replied Ellen in a somewhat non-committal tone of voice.

	"Nice?" asked Ken.  "Two weeks hiking in the mountains, and all you can
say is that it was nice?"

	Ellen smiled.  "You're right.  Usually, it's more than nice.  But this
time... we were a little distracted."

	"Oh?"

	"We spent a lot of our time talking about what's going on at the
mansion.  Which," she chuckled, "usually lead to other things."  Ellen sighed
with a smile, and glanced over at her sub, who caught the look and grinned back. 
"We talked about the fact that we still have no idea who created the monetary
setup at the mansion."

	Ken wondered if he should ask Lea about that.  Although, how much
interest could a Goddess have in investing money?  Of course, she had arranged
for him to win the lottery, so she couldn't be too disconnected ...

	"We also talked about getting married," said Ellen, as her smile dimmed.

	"I imagine that might create some complications," Ken replied.

	"Yes.  To say that it's fucked up would be an understatement."  Ellen
hesitated.  "Ken, could I talk to you for a second.  In private?"

	He nodded and they moved over to a quiet corner of the room.

	"You're a Priest, right?"

	Ken blinked.  "Well, yes, I suppose.  But I'm not an ordained minister
or anything.  I couldn't marry you two and make it legal, if that's what you
were thinking."

	"We'll handle the legal thing ourselves," said Ellen.  "It's all a bunch
of bullshit anyway.  From what I recall, the Constitution doesn't say a thing
about who can marry whom.  The bullshit that our so-called leader is spouting
has more to do with paying back his political debts to a bunch of bigoted
assholes than anything else."

	Ken understood what she was talking about.  Hate speech was hate speech,
no matter who was spouting it, and he was sure Ellen had had more than her fair
share directed at her.  Certainly, those in power thought it was okay to say
nasty things about those who lived a different lifestyle than they did -- all in
the name of morality and family, of course.  He *was* sorry that his friends
were caught up in that shit, though.  Come to think of it, there was little
doubt that if what he was doing was found out, he'd be in a lot of trouble, as
well.

	"Anyway," she said, crossing her arms and looking down, "we were
wondering if maybe you would marry us.  In the Garden."

	Naturally, this was not something that Ken had given thought to.  But he
should have.  As a Priest, he had responsibilities.  He'd been concentrating on
the responsibilities he had as Lea's Avatar and forgetting that he was a Priest
as well.  On the other hand, what would happen if he, as Lea's High Priest,
married two people?  Would the fact that he was Her Avatar have repercussions
for the married couple?

	He smiled at her.  "I would be very honored, *but* before I can agree,
there's something that I have to find out about first."

	Her eyes flashed, "You're turning us down?"

	Ken put his hands on her shoulders.  "No!  No.  But there could be
complications on my end.  I want to know what they are before I agree.  I
promise you, you'll have your answer no later than tomorrow morning, most likely
before.  As I said, it would be an honor for me to do this.  Really.  Ellen, you
*know* that I'm married to Ari and Jane, and that they are married to each
other, as well.  Why would I have a problem with you and Kim getting married?"

	She let out a breath.  "You're right.  It's just been a very touchy
subject, and it hurts to know that people hate us because Kim and I love each
other."

	He pulled Ellen into a hug, all the while wishing that people would
realize that the things that they said to the 'masses' had consequences to real
live people.

	Packing the shop was coming along well.  The truck was starting to fill
up, and everyone was in high spirits.  Even Gary and Annette were feeling a
little better.  Ken walked into a back room where Knife, two of his friends, and
Gary were all laughing and talking.

	"No way you can move it," said Knife.  "I mean, you're big, but Gary
needed a forklift to get it in here."

	"It's a little bulky," replied Eric, "but I could get it."

	Knife snorted.  'It' turned out to be something of Gary's that Ken had
never seen.  A large anvil that was sitting on top of what looked to be a large
pillar of granite. 

	"C'mon, Eric!  The anvil alone weighs like three hundred pounds!"

	"I'll tell you what," smiled Gary. "I'll detach it from the base.  Will
that help?"

	"As I said, it's too bulky for me to carry them both, unless the bolts
that hold them together can hold the base too?" asked Eric.

	"Naa.  I don't think that'd be a good idea," replied Gary.

	"I bet you can't even pick up the anvil," said one of the guys.

	Naturally, no one was able to turn this challenge down.  Testosterone
flowed, as Gary -- who already knew he could lift the anvil (barely) -- unbolted
it from the base.

	Each of the guys tried it, except Gary and Ken, with Knife and Eric
going last.  No one lifted it very far, until Knife bent to pick it up.  It was
obvious that he'd be able to carry it to the truck.  He set it down and grinned
at Eric.  Eric smiled and lifted the anvil with ease.  Truthfully, no one was
really surprised that he could, Eric was huge, but the ease with which he did it
sort of unnerved them.  He casually walked it out to the truck, while everyone
stood around, laughing and joking with Knife.  Eric returned and looked at the
granite piece.  It was bulky, but he could get his arms around it.

	"Care to give this one a try?" he asked Knife.

	About that time, Annette and Sally showed up at the door.  Sally took a
long sniff and looked at Annette.  "You smell that?" she asked.

	"Oh, yeah," replied Annette.  "Testosterone."

	"Yup.  Guess we'd better get out of here," said Sally.  "Wouldn't do to
get in the way of the 'manly' men."

	"Nope.  That could be bad."

	They nodded to each other and walked off.

	"Were we just insulted?" asked Ken.

	"Beats me," replied Gary.  "So," he continued, looking back at Eric,
"you gonna look at it or move it to the truck?"

	Eric's answer was to squat down and wrap his arms around the short
pillar.  With a soft grunt, he stood, pillar in hands and glanced at Knife.

	"Should I put this down so you can try?" he asked, his voice showing no
sign of strain.

	Knife just looked at him.  "Think I'll pass."

	Eric looked at Ken.

	"What, you think I'm gonna try and lift that?  You're outta your mind,"
he said.

	Eric shrugged, and walked out to the truck.  The exclamations from the
other room were quite loud.

	Gary leaned over and whispered in Ken's ear.  "You could have lifted
that, couldn't you?"

	"Maybe.  Would have looked pretty stupid if I'd tried and failed though,
huh?"

	It was almost eight PM by the time the truck was packed with all the
large items, and many of the small ones.  Ken figured an hour or two tomorrow
would finish the job.  Sally had left with Jane and Kim to begin getting food
together for anyone that wanted it.  They'd had pizza and beer earlier, but
there had been a lot of hard work and people were hungry.

	"Anyone interested in coming back to get some food?"

	Knife and his friends begged off and headed out.  Everyone else was
about to pile into the vehicles to leave, when a car pulled up and blocked the
front end of the moving truck.

	"Shit!" exclaimed Gary.

	Ken knew this wasn't going to go well.  The car was the same one that
followed them from the shop yesterday.

	A short, Spanish-looking woman got out, slammed the door and headed
toward them, fury written all over her face.

	"That's it?" she yelled.  "You're gonna run and just let him win!?"

	Gary stood there with his arms folded and looked at the woman.  Ken
could feel her temper like a hot blaze.  Unfortunately, he also felt the pull
that told him this one could very well be part of the group, possibly even
Circle.  He decided that Gary didn't need to know that.  Looking over at
Annette, he saw that she'd felt the same thing.  Not only that, but it was clear
to him she'd *been* feeling it and was sick about it.  Ken moved out of Gita's
direct view.

	"Well?  You gonna fucking say something or you gonna have your goon over
there run me off the road again?"

	"Gitana," started Gary, "I thought I told you to stay away from us."

	"So," she said, her accent slightly coloring her words.  "You're gonna
just let him win."

	"Look around you!" shouted Gary.  "He's ruined my fucking business and
is on his way to fucking my friends over!  You're not worth it, Gita, no one
is."

	"You're not gettin' rid of me so easily," she replied.

	"The fuck I'm not.  You follow me and I'll call the police.  Keep it up
and I'll get a restraining order.  That'd make you old man look great, huh?"

	"You know that'd never happen.  He'd stop it."

	"He doesn't own everyone, Gita."  Turning to Ken he said, "Let's get out
of here."

	Gary got into the truck, and Ken went to the X5.

	"I told you I'll just follow you!  You can't run out on me!"

	"I'm not running out on you," said Gary out the window of the truck. 
"Your father is your problem, not mine.  Why don't you think about the fact that
he's fucking over the people that you like to call friends?  Maybe do something
about that before you don't have any left."

	Gary started to back the truck away, which was possible now that Ken's
car was out of the way.  The truck drove off as did the X5 and Gitana jumped
into her car and started it.  Ken smiled a little and kept driving.

    ++++++

	Once they made it back to the mansion and had everything parked, it was
obvious that there'd be no unloading today.  Not a problem, since they had the
truck for a week.  Gary looked sort of puzzled when he got out of the truck.

	"Huh," he said. "She doesn't usually give up so easily."
	
	"No doubt she didn't," said Ken dropping two small objects into Gary's
hand.
	
	"What the fuck..."

	Then Gary broke out laughing as he realized he was holding the innards
of two tire valve stems.

	"When the fuck did you do that?"

	"When you were arguing.  I figured that she'd just follow if I didn't,
and I didn't want to make another illegal turn to keep her from finding the
mansion."

	Gary laughed and clapped Ken on the back.  They headed inside for some
food.  After eating, Ken went looking for Lea, and found Her waiting for him in
the Garden.

	"Hello, my Avatar," She smiled.

	He smiled back, and for some interminable time, all he could think about
or feel were Her lips on his, and Her body, warm and soft under his hands.  When
he finally could think again, he asked Her his questions.

	"It's true that, as my Avatar, performing their ceremony could certainly
have some interesting side-effects.  That will be your choice, and mine, at the
time of their union.  But the ceremony could be nothing more than you and I
giving a blessing to their union."  She paused, then said, "I will almost always
give my blessing to those who seek it.  Through you, or any of the Circle.  That
does not guarantee that the people involved will stay together for life."

	"I see."  Well, that answered his other question about if another Priest
or Priestess could marry someone.

	"Kenneth," She said answering his thought,  "those rules are for you to
decide.  I will allow any of my Circle to give my blessing.  I would hope this
would please you."

	"What do you mean?"

	"There are many who would deny a woman the right to give a blessing."

	"That doesn't make sense," replied Ken confused.  "I mean, I have to say
that I was wondering how you would feel about it, but quite frankly, I would
have been shocked if you'd said no."

	"Then I am glad you are not shocked," She smiled and started to
disappear.

	"Wait!" he said, "what about the side-effects you mentioned?"

	"Nothing for you to worry about, love," came Her ghostly voice.

	He turned around to leave the Garden when he saw Gary coming toward him. 
Just as well, he needed to speak to him about Annette's induction.  Now was as
good a time as any.  Gary approached, but looked a little hesitant to speak.

	"What's up, Gary?" asked Ken, knowing there was something sort-of
bothering him.

	"Well," he said, "I was wondering..."  his voice trailed off.  "Annette,
actually, thought that I should mention it."

	"Mention what?  C'mon, Gary, what do you want?  My first born?  My wife? 
What?"

	Gary grinned and said, "Well, either of your wives would be nice.  But
no.  Actually, I was wondering if I could set up a forge."

	"A forge?" asked Ken.

	"Yeah.  You know, a place to do metalwork."

	"Yes, I've heard of them."  Ken thought for a moment.  "I don't see any
reason why not, as long as we can set up adequate fire protection wherever we
end up putting it.  Where did you have in mind?"

	They discussed various and sundry possibilities for a few minutes, then
Ken steered the conversation toward Annette's induction.  Gary was surprised
that he would be included, and even more surprised about some of Ken's other
questions.  He admitted, however, that what Ken was asking about was a given
anyway.

	"One other thing," said Gary, his tone very serious.  "I have a favor to
ask, and this one is very serious."

	"Okay," said Ken.

	Gary sighed and said, "Seems like I'm gonna owe you for a lot of stuff. 
But look, it's about Annette.  She told me that you and she had spoken about how
her sexual activities would fit into our life after she becomes your Priestess. 
Since you're the lead dog of this outfit, I wanted to ask if you would act as
her Master if I can't be there for some reason.  You know.  Protect her, if she
needs it, when I can't be part of what you guys are doing."

	"Gary, I'd never let anything happen to Annette if I could prevent it. 
But you're her Master, not because she needs a Master, but because she needs
you.  She loves you in a way that she could never love anyone else," he
responded.

	"Uh, yeah," said the man, sightly embarrassed, "but if anything were to
happen to me, I just wouldn't want her to be alone or anything."

	"I see.  Were you thinking that something might happen to you?" asked
Ken.
	
	"Gita's not going to give up, and her dad's got a lot of power.  If he
can, he'll have me thrown in jail or something, and then Annette will be alone,"
Gary responded.

	"Annette will not be alone, Gary, certainly not once she becomes a
Priestess.  Unless, of course, she elects to leave us.  But that's not a choice
that I can make for her.  And, as far as her doing things you can't be part of,
you are welcome to join the Circle whenever you want to."

	Gary looked at Ken for a second, then said, "Yeah, maybe.  But I think
that I'm just not ready for something like that."

	"It's your choice, my friend," said Ken.  "We'll be here when you're
ready."

	They got up and went inside, and Ken tracked down Ellen, finding her in
his small study, alone.

	"Yes," was what he said when he saw her.

	"Really?" she asked, her face splitting into a wide smile.

	"There was never really any doubt," replied Ken.  "I should add, though,
that if you'd like, there's no reason why Jane or Ari couldn't do the deed, so
to speak."

	Ellen thought for a moment, then asked, "Will we need to convert?"

	"Convert to what?" chuckled Ken.

	"We're not blind, you know.  We've seen that you're practicing your own
brand of Wicca here.  It's something that Kim and I have been interested in for
a long time.  Also, it's fairly easy to tell who is ... well, official, here,
and who is not."

	"What do you mean, official?" asked Ken.

	"Official, as in, I don't know, part of your group.  Sally, Eric, you,
Jane and Ari, of course, and I'm pretty sure that Tina, Genie and Annette are
all official... members, I guess is how you'd put it," she replied.

	This was a surprise to Ken, to say the least.  How had she correctly
named each Circle member?  He asked her.

	"I guess it wouldn't be obvious to someone who doesn't spend a lot of
time with you guys.  But there's something ... I don't know ... something about
each of you.  You ... feel different, I guess, is the way to put it.  More
secure?  At peace? I don't know.  You guys all just feel different than your
average person," she finished, obviously unsatisfied by her explanation, but
unable to qualify her answer any better than she already had.

	"I see," replied Ken.  "Well, you don't need to convert to anything. 
You are welcome to join us when we do ritual.  We will happily join you and Kim
in marriage and, if you find that you are interested in becoming more ...
official," he smiled, "we'd welcome that as well."

	Ellen gave him a huge smile, and a larger kiss.  The kiss turned
passionate very quickly. 

	"It's been a while since I've gotten to play with that very nice toy of
yours," she said, running her hand over his thick erection.

	"I'm sure that said toy would be happy to accommodate," he returned.

	"Mmmm," she sighed a moment later.  "I like the feel of that.  And as
much as I want to feel it inside me, I'd love to see it inside my slave.  Is
that okay?"

	"Gee, let me think for a moment... two beautiful women?  Yup.  No
complaints here."

	Ellen broke their embrace and stepped out into the hall.  The dining
room wasn't too far away and she yelled very loudly,"Kim!  Get in here now, you
slut!"

	Seconds later, Kim appeared at the doorway, slightly breathless.

	"Yes, Mistress?"

	"Strip and get your cunt over here," demanded Ellen.

	"Yes, Mistress," returned Kim with a happy smile.

	End Chapter 2-13



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