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I thought I heard someone, early in the morning. Waking a little later, I was sure of one thing -- my bladder was full. I kissed Gloria and rolled out of bed. I looked at myself in the mirror after taking a pee. A normal day? I almost laughed -- what’s that?
What’s today? Thursday? I expected to be on a grotto tour today... Instead, I’m in an apartment outside Pittsburgh. I glanced to the bed.... With a beautiful young woman...
There was a large expanse of open floor in front of me. I knew what to do.
Tadasana -- mountain pose, eyes closed, arms at my sides. Deep breath, life starts with the breath... Exhale, releasing thought, releasing desire, releasing everything. Turning my palms out, inhaling and lifting head and hands, visualizing blue sky above...
And feeling the surge of energy running through my body!
Exhaling down to forward fold, palms of the hands on the floor by my feet. Feet back, plank pose, continuing the Sun Salutation.
I paused in Downward Dog after a few cycles, tingling with energy. Skin alive, strong sensation along the spine, in the palms, soles of the feet.
Moving later through Warrior, exhaling as I reached, feeling that incredible source of energy, just past the palms of my hands, waiting for me to draw down.
I was scared, remembering what happened on the steps of Kukulkan. I held the pose, inhaling slowly, not drawing the energy in through my palms, but letting it seep in, feeling it flow through my arms, inhaling it down my body, feeling it flow like fire.
Moving from Warrior to Warrior II, arms extended in front and behind me, breathing, flowing fire through the body.
For a while I let the poses do me, something I’d experienced a few times before in my years of yoga practice.
On my back on the floor, stretching in spinal twist, I felt tightness in my mid and upper back, an old friend Eyes closed, I breathed energy there as I held my right knee, extending over my left side, urging it to the floor as I breathed energy to my mid-back, feeling my nipples tingle. Working both sides, breathing into it, I felt progress, loosening, expansion.
Relaxing in Savasana , corpse pose, eyes closed, on my back on the floor. Feeling the prickly carpet along my naked, sweaty body. Slowing the breath, letting go, moving the energy around. I was still tingling from one end to the other.
A touch to my groin! My eyes flew open as fingers slid down my groin to my cock. Above me filling my vision was Gloria’s chest, a nipple descending. I gasped for air as her hand slid under my neck, urging me to her breast.
So sudden, so good! I lost control, throwing myself into sensation, holding her, devouring her, inflamed by her eager moans, by the feeling of skin against skin, by her hands, by her taste. On our sides, my arms around her waist, holding her to me, devouring her; she wrapped her arms around my head, holding me as she moaned and shuddered.
Rolling her to her back and escape her grasp, I moved up, sliding into her. She gripped me between her legs, her knees by my chest, her feet behind me. I rolled us a little to one side and moved to sitting, pulling her into my lap.
Our lips locked together as my hands went up her back, reaching the tops of her shoulders and pulling her down on to me. She moaned in my mouth, swirling her hips. Breaking our kiss, her head went back as she gasped. I leaned forward and bit her neck.
She did something with her hips; I moaned. Her hands danced up my neck, taking me again. Soon the only thing I could do was hold her hips, collapsing back to the floor.
Her hands squeezed my neck and head while the motion of her hips drove me closer and closer. I needed her nipples; I was so hungry for her nipples. I reached for them, and as my hands got close, I could feel the tingling, the energy. When I touched her, taking her breasts in my hands, it felt like an electric shock.
She moaned; her hands flew away from my neck as she bent forward, holding me to a nipple as she came, drawing me over the edge with her. Even after I was spent deep inside her, she held my head, and I was still so hungry. We held each other as we collapsed to one side.
Gloria managed to snag her underwear from last night’s pile of clothing. As we sat up, she sighed, “I couldn’t resist -- I hope you didn’t mind...”
I pulled her into my arms again, kissing her.
She tried to get up, but I pulled her down to the floor with me, sucking on her again. She sighed and held me, moving me to the other side after a minute or two.
We managed to get to the shower, but even there, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
“What is with you!” she gasped as I helped spread soap over and between the two of us.
“You’re delicious and I can’t get enough of you!” I growled.
She did something and I melted in her arms, floating, rocking... “Was that fair?” I asked when I could talk again.
She sighed and held me. “No, it wasn’t...”
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered, kissing her neck.
She squeezed me again.
I thought I was being gentle and helpful, helping her get dry... I stuck out my lower lip in a pout and stepped away from her, drying my hair, then brushing it out. She laughed.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling my hair back into the tie when she came out of the bathroom, hands on her luscious breasts.
“What did you do?” she asked, stepping closer.
“About what?” I asked. She stepped close enough so that I could hold her waist and pull her closer. She nestled my head between her breasts.
“I feel tingly, electric -- my breasts and nipples,” she told me.
I moved to suckle at one, then the other. She cradled my head very nicely.
“They taste as delicious as always,” I sighed as she held me again.
She let go of me and picked up her bra.
“Meanie,” I accused.
She sighed and smiled. “We have guests arriving any time now. Don’t worry -- I promise you we’ll get more time in bed together. I want it too, believe me!”
I got clean clothes from my bags. “Where are Kaye and Andrea?”
“Went shopping -- new clothes for Kaye, but just the necessities.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Nothing fits her anymore! She grew two inches, maybe three!”
I shook my head. “I know that -- I meant why only necessities?”
She stepped closer and cradled me to her breasts again. Even through the soft fabric of her bra, the sensation was wonderful. “I’m sorry... Sales tax here in Pennsylvania is higher than at home, in Massachusetts. No sales tax across the border from us in New Hampshire. Am I forgiven?” She held me between her breasts.
I sighed and answered, “Of course you are... We have a similar deal, no sales tax down in Oregon.” I held her.
A dark thought... More dark thoughts...
“What’s the matter?” Gloria asked.
I let her step back a bit, but still held her waist. I looked up at her. Beautiful, so beautiful...
“It feels so good when you cradle my head, holding me to you,” I told her.
She smiled, nodding. “It feels good to me, too...”
It was hard to phrase... “Andrea, you, Kaye... have a way of touching me, holding me to you -- it’s so wonderful -- you sweep me away, like I’m suddenly wrapped in bliss...”
She nodded, putting her hands on my shoulders, looking more serious. “Yes, it’s a powerful technique, very powerful. What about it?”
I sighed again. “I’m scared... When the ... witch in the Mexico City airport did that to me, when she lifted my head, I gave myself to her -- she had me. I was hers.”
Gloria nodded. “And?”
“It feels so good; I want it, that touch, swept away in bliss, held to a nipple... Yet it scares me... I’m helpless when it happens... Can I protect myself, yet still have you be able to do it to me?”
She smiled, nodding slowly, and sat on the bed next to me, holding my hands, looking in my eyes. “Yes, you can protect yourself, and yes, you can share your openness with others. I love it when Andrea takes me. I look forward to giving myself to you, to you taking me with a touch, a whisper...”
We closed our eyes and kissed. Her nipples were hot and hard pressing into my chest.
We dressed in silence.
I was putting bread in the toaster when the phone rang.
Gloria answered it. “Oh, good morning! Yes, come on up!” She looked at a card by the side of the phone and pressed two keys, then hung up. “The Inquisition has arrived!” she announced.
“Hope they’re not that bad,” I prompted. “What am I in for?”
She laughed. “I don’t think they’ll be that bad... Oh -- don’t eat or drink anything yet!”
I had a glass of orange juice almost up to my mouth. I stopped, or at least paused.
“One of the medical people is with them -- they’ll probably want blood samples,” she told me.
We let them in, all six of them, and they were happy we hadn’t had anything to eat.
After the problems I’d had yesterday, I wasn’t willing to screw around. I told them in no uncertain terms that I was going to have something to eat in five minutes, so if they wanted blood samples, they’d better do it right now .
The kitchen table was cleared, and the short redheaded gal took a blood sample, as well as swabs from my throat and nose. Then it was height and weight. Interesting -- if her scale was accurate I’d lost eight pounds from when I left home. She told me it was accurate. Did I feel dehydrated? Any intestinal problems on the trip or on return? Nope, nope, and nope. If anything, I felt better, stronger. And I was using a new notch on my belt to hold up my pants.
The gal took samples from Gloria while I reheated my toast and had a glass of juice and a banana.
Gloria reported that she felt different as well, somewhat trimmer. She was down six pounds.
Where were the other two? Oh, out shopping. Do you think they would report any physical changes?
Gloria rolled her eyes and asked if she’d been briefed. The short answer, no.
Well, Kaye is two to three inches taller than she was Tuesday morning, probably about fifteen pounds heavier, went from maybe an “A” cup to at least a “C,” with an actual waist, hips, and shoulders. Does that count?
Looks of disbelief. Gloria told them she had a digital photo of the four of us taken Tuesday morning before we went on to the grounds. They could compare for themselves.
I’d forgotten about that one; guess I’d still been hazy.
One of the people asked about photos of the temple.
Gloria told her she’d taken both stills and video. She hadn’t looked at them yet, but thought they would be astounding.
I added that the inscriptions had been fresh and sharp; all the stone edges were fresh and sharp when we’d been there.
The oldest of the women, all five were women, told us to stop -- they needed to interview us separately.
Fine. I had more to eat, and especially more to drink; I was thirsty.
The medical gal wanted to do more, get a history. We went to the master bedroom.
“Excuse the mess,” I told her as we went in. It smelled glorious, like sex. I glanced at her -- she blushed.
I stripped down to my boxers. I answered her questions. She was surprised at my strength and flexibility. I told her I’d practiced hatha yoga for about 35 years. She had me fill out a questionnaire, reviewed some of the answers with me, and we were done.
I went to the living room for another interview and Gloria went to the bedroom for the medical stuff. The gal I talked to wanted the story of what happened Tuesday and Wednesday. At one point early in the tale, I closed my eyes to remember better.
I felt a touch on my arm, and opened my eyes.
She told me to keep my eyes open and describe things as well as I could -- they’d do regression later.
Okay, I did my best for about half an hour, pausing to get more to drink.
The next interview was in the small bedroom.
The last interview had been recorded; that didn’t bother me. This one was recorded as well. The gal doing it struck me wrong from the start. I didn’t like her attitude, tone of voice, anything. She sure was bossy for such a mousy looking broad...
She summarized my report of Tuesday and Wednesday, rolling her eyes and being as demeaning as she could, making everything sound incredulous. Her problem, not mine, I told myself. “And if we’re to believe this, a fifty year old man had successful intercourse, ejaculating three times with three different women in the span of an hour. Right.” She shuffled papers around. “Let’s start with family history, shall we?” she said in a falsely friendly tone.
Picking up a pen, she asked with a smile, “Did you know your father?”
Her problem, not mine, I reminded myself. “Yes.”
“Oh, what a surprise. Any history of mental illness in his family, syphilis?”
I took a breath. I needed to pee; all that fluid had to go somewhere. I stood up.
She pointed to where I’d been sitting. She shouted, “I did not give you permis...”
I frowned as I looked at her, and she made a squeaking noise. “I’m going to pee. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I told her.
She squeaked again, her hands going to her throat. Her eyes bugged out some.
Gee, she did look rodentlike. With whiskers, it would be uncanny... I left the room.
I used the guest bathroom off the kitchen, deciding to drop my pants and sit for a while, all the better to gather my thoughts so I could be civil with that bitch... Now, is that nice? Nope -- remember, it’s her problem, not mine...
I heard commotion in the hall. Someone knocked on the door. “Doctor Serrano?”
“I’m busy!” I answered. “I’ll be out in a while!”
I took my damn time. Sounded like they were having a fire drill out there. Laughter?
I looked at myself closely in the mirror. My moustache had gone from mixed salt-and-pepper to salt-only about five years ago. But it looked like the roots were dark again? The same on my temples? Interesting! I’d definitely taken up my belt a notch or two, and had more flexibility and strength in yoga earlier.
When I stepped into the hall, Gloria took my arm, and with a big smile, led me to the master bedroom. “What did you do to her?” she whispered.
I looked at her. I did something?
Three people in the master bedroom, the older gal from the school and two others. My previous inquisitor wasn’t among them.
“What happened?” the older gal asked. “What did you do?”
“Do? To whom?” I asked.
“To Emma, Emma Carmichael, the woman interviewing you last?”
I sat on the bed, since nobody had saved me a chair. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Gloria sat next to me. “She seems to have lost her voice, among other things. What happened?”
I shook my head, then had a thought. “Have you listened to the recording she was making?”
The older gal gave one of her associates a brief but nasty look. The associate scooted, returning quickly with the recorder. She placed the recorder on the dressing table. “She still can’t talk -- she’s in shock, and ...” Her senior quieted her and rewound the tape.
Damn, but that was hard to listen to! The only good thing, after the first few nasty remarks, the other women, and Gloria, were frowning. Finally, we got to the squeak, my announcement, more squeaks, and me closing the door behind me as I left the room. The senior gal stopped the tape.
“That was very difficult to listen to,” she told us. “Doctor, I apologize for the way you were treated. That was not professional.”
I shook my head, smiling a little. “On the contrary, it was most professional -- an amateur couldn’t have heaped on that much abuse in such a short period of time.”
Nods and nervous laughter.
Gloria asked, “What happened? What are the last things you did? How did you feel?”
I shook my head. “I needed to get out of the room. I kept telling myself this was her problem, not mine, but that wasn’t working very well. I needed to pee, so I got up to go pee.”
“Did you look at her, point, do anything as you did?” Gloria asked.
“Nope. She got bossy, yelling and...” I smiled, a dim light coming on in my head. “And I thought to myself, I wish she would shut up! I guess that’s the first time she squeaked!”
I smiled, nodding. Looks like I did this, huh? The other women were nodding, as was Gloria.
“And after the third time or so she squeaked, I thought to myself that she did look like a rodent, if only she had whiskers...”
The older gal couldn’t help it and broke into laughter, giving up trying to stifle it. The others joined her, nervously.
“So, I did it?” I asked Gloria.
She nodded, smiling. “Sure looks that way.”
“Is she growing whiskers?” I asked.
Gloria nodded, her smile growing.
I shook my head, lowering it.
“What’s wrong?” Gloria asked, putting a hand on my back. The room had grown quiet.
I looked up at them. “I have used my ability to harm someone.”
Gloria shook her head, rubbing my back. “You didn’t know -- you didn’t do it on purpose.”
I looked at her incredulously. “That’s worse, if it’s something I can’t control! I left the room, deliberately, because I knew I was getting upset! I should have not caused her harm -- I left the room so that I would not cause her harm. Do you see?”
Gloria sighed and nodded. She hugged me.
“Doctor Serrano,” the older gal said, “ I most fervently hope that we offer you a position at our school, and that you accept. We need more people such as yourself. I understand your feelings. But in the face of the abuse you received, there are many, myself included, I’m afraid, who would have given her matching ears and tail to complete the set...”
Nervous agreement from the group. She continued, growing upset. “And you should not feel bad about this, because that woman is an adept, supposedly skilled in defending herself against such attacks! For her to allow such an attack to occur, let alone succeed, is professional malpractice! It’s like a teacher allowing a student to slap her!”
I thought about that for a moment. Okay, she should have known better, and should have prevented it... I looked at my hands, feeling the energy into them. I looked to my audience. “I could go in there and hang the nose, ears, and tail on her and there isn’t a damn thing she could do to stop me.”
The black-haired woman sitting next to the leader closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she looked at me. “You’re right -- if you really tried, I don’t think any of us alone could stop you. But I also know you wouldn’t do it. And I know, now that you are aware of this ability, you will not use it to harm or change others accidentally.”
I held out my hand. She touched it. I knew she spoke the truth. “Thank you. I know that’s the truth. Still, I’m uncertain. Not necessarily scared any more... The changes I brought to Kaye...”
“We’re very interested in seeing her,” the older gal said.
“Do you think you could do that again?” the black haired gal asked.
I thought about it for a moment. “Not sure, probably not. That was a combination of things -- her desire, my desire to please her, to give her what she wanted, whoever was riding me, guiding me, the tremendous energy of the storm -- I channeled an incredible amount of energy into her.”
She squeezed my hands. “Now that you’re aware of your abilities, you will only be able to use them consciously. Do you agree?”
I felt it, and smiled. “Yes, thank you.” We let go of each others’ hands. I hugged Gloria. “Please stay with me, teach me, keep me safe and sane,” I whispered. She held me.
When I looked at the others, the smiles they had -- “I’ve got you right where you want me,” I told them.
They laughed, another laugh with an edge to it.
“I’d like to apologize to her, now. May I? How can I undo what I’ve done?”
The older gal sighed. “We’ll take care of her back at school. It will take some time. If you want to apologize, you can. I think it’s a good idea.”
I stood up. The others stood. We went back to the living room. The one who had fetched the recorder went off to the small bedroom, returning with Emma and the medical gal. The medical gal looked to be having a very hard time keeping a straight face.
Damn, I could see the start of whiskers... I tried not to think about nose, ears, tail -- stop it! I felt Gloria’s hand on my back, and someone else’s. I looked to my side -- the older gal had her hand on my shoulder.
I stepped closer to my rodent-faced inquisitor. She drew back a hand to slap me, but stopped. I felt solid, at peace, calm.
“Go ahead, if that’s what you want,” I told her calmly, softly.
She stood there.
“Please believe me,” I told her, “I did not intend to hurt you. I left the room so I would not hurt you. I am sorry for any harm I have caused you.”
For some reason, I stepped to the side, out of Gloria’s and the other woman’s touch. I took my inquisitor’s hand and placed it over my heart. “Please, I’m sorry. I beg you to forgive me.”
She looked at me, stared at me. She shook, raising her other hand. I took a breath, still feeling calm, solid, at peace. The room felt electric around me.
She spun around and left the room.
I turned to the rest of them. The older woman sighed.
Gloria looked madder than hell! “Stupid!” she yelled, and hauled off to slap me!
She swung, I heard it, blinked, but didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel anything, and she was in pain!
I took her hand in mine; her palm was red. I kissed it. She was in my arms, sobbing. I held her.
Others touched us.
“What was that about?” I asked, wiping Gloria’s tears.
“You have a lot to learn,” the older woman told me, shaking her head, “but so do we all.”
I sat with Gloria on the couch. “Explain, please...”
The black-haired woman responded, sitting next to me, a hand on my shoulder. “While we touched you, we provided protection. That’s why she didn’t strike you the first time -- she knew we were protecting you.”
“And when I moved away and placed her hand... I put myself at risk,” I responded.
The older woman nodded. “Yes, at great risk -- but she knew if she did anything to harm you, she would be struck down on the spot.”
I raised Gloria’s hand again, kissing it. “But you, your hand...”
The older woman nodded. “That’s what we have to learn -- when I touched you, I saw something in you, something you’ve picked up ... elsewhere ... that would protect you. How did you feel, standing there?”
I thought about it. “Solid. Calm. At peace.” I thought about the next logical question, had I felt that way before? “It’s a feeling I have in yoga. I had it, in spades, as I stood on the top of Kukulkan... Roger, he owns the dojo where I teach, he teaches Aikido, he says of their art, when I am one with the Universe, and you attack me, you are putting yourself against the Universe. That’s how I felt -- at one ...” I felt that weird tingle again, and added, softly, “ with the worlds ...” There were many worlds, I was sure of that, but how?
The older woman nodded. “I’m glad she didn’t try, but if she had, she would have failed.”
After a moment of silence, she slapped her palms on her thighs. “Well! This has been a far more interesting morning than I could have expected! And we still have a lot of work to do, don’t we?”
I pulled Gloria to a hug. “Help protect me from myself?” I asked.
The older woman went to the back bedroom. The black-haired woman and a younger one took me to the master. The other woman stayed with Gloria.
We sat at the glass-topped dressing table.
“My name is Moira. I’d like to do some simple tests. Let’s start with these...” She reached into a bag and pulled out a pair of dice. The other woman took up a pad of paper and a pen. Moira gave me the dice.
“Okay, what do I do?”
Moira smiled. “Roll the dice, influence them if you can.”
I rolled the dice. The woman with the pen wrote down the roll. I picked them up again.
Might as well talk my mind, what was left of it... “I expect to get some answers along the way here...” I rolled the dice again, waited for a nod from the recorder, and picked them up again. “I’ve experienced some unusual events in the last couple of days. I’m going to be spending quite a while reconciling my understanding of physics with some of those memories.” Roll... Roll... Roll...
Influence the dice? Okay, pairs of threes... Four and a two. Threes! Six and one. Threes!
That weird tingle again -- a more interesting thought... The tabletop, the atoms in it -- the space between the atoms was so great, as with the dice -- atoms didn’t interact, fields did. The equations danced in front of me, a cross-product going to zero... If the fields were embedded in orthogonal branes, they could slide right past...
I rolled the dice -- except they passed through the glass tabletop, hit the metal supporting legs, and dropped to the floor. I smiled.
“Ah, how do I record that?” our recorder asked.
I looked at the dice on the floor. “Three and a one,” I said, picking them up.
I rolled again -- they went through the tabletop to the floor. “Six and four.”
Rolling again, they went into Moira’s lap.
She looked down. “Snake eyes.” She picked them up. “May I try?”
“Sure,” I told her with a smile.
She shook them, and let them go -- through the glass top, skittering across the floor almost to the bathroom door. She sighed and looked at me.
Someone knocking on the apartment door!
“Kaye and Andrea are back!” I said, standing and opening the bedroom door.
I made it halfway across the living room before Kaye was in my arms kissing me, short, intense kisses. Gloria stood and laughed, hugging both of us.
The older woman came in from the back bedroom. Kaye saw her and pulled away, bowing, “Lady Dina!”
“Kaye? My, you have changed!” she said, opening her arms to Kaye, who rushed her and gave her a hug.
Over my shoulder I saw Moira shoo the recorder back to the small bedroom. Hmmm, I wouldn’t leave her alone, either.
Moira boggled at the sight of Kaye. “Kaye!” she exclaimed. “Oh my!”
In a flash, Kaye shed her clothes, showing off her body. What a beauty!
Lady Dina clapped her hands twice, trying to regain control. “Medical first -- Moira, continue, please with what you were doing. Andrea, with me, please.”
The medical gal took Kaye to the master bedroom. Moira followed, taking me with her.
“Mind if we take this table?” Moira asked.
Kaye grabbed me and gave me one hell of a kiss, pulling my hands to her breasts.
“Doctor, help with the table, please?” Moira said.
Kaye sighed, looking in my eyes, and stepped away.
We took the table to the living room.
Moira shook her head. “Actually, this is a good test. Does it still work out here?”
She pulled the dice from her pocket and tossed them towards the glass tabletop. They went through. She picked them up and rolled them on the coffee table. They skittered across the top of the coffee table as you’d expect dice to do.
She shook her head and put the dice in a small cloth bag. “I think we’ve got an interesting one here!” she said, almost cross-eyed.
She sat on the couch, patting a spot a ways from her. I sat. Her recorder returned and sat on the other side of her.
Moira reached into her larger bag and pulled out a deck of cards.
“Let’s try this one. Have you seen a deck of these before?” She fanned them out. Star, circle, square, triangle, squiggle in a random order.
I shook my head. “Heard about them. I’m supposed to guess, right?”
She nodded. “We’ll go through the deck a few times. Ready?” she asked, shuffling.
I nodded.
She held up a card, I couldn’t see what it was. She raised an eyebrow.
“Star,” I said.
She put the card face down on the table.
Okay, that’s how it goes.
We went through the deck. No feedback.
She shuffled again, this time with a wry smile. “I’m almost afraid to say this, but standard procedure is for me to tell you to try something.”
I laughed, and both of them laughed with me. I felt a tingle shoot through me.
Before she took the top card from the deck, I said, “Three of Snakes.”
She raised an eyebrow and took the top card from the deck. She looked at it and her eyes bugged out, her mouth dropping open.
“They’re all like that,” I told her.
She dropped the card face up to the coffee table. Off-white background with a 3 in the top right and bottom left corners, and in the middle, three stylized snakes. She fanned the remainder of the deck, face up. All the same. She looked at me.
“I have no clue. I had a tingly feeling, and knew Three of Snakes. That’s it,” I told them.
Moira sighed and shook her head. “That’s it for me.”
“Explanation?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t have one. I’ll talk to Dina. She will tell you later today, I promise.”
Gloria and the medical gal came from the master bedroom. “Kaye would like to see you,” the medical gal said with a lilt and laugh in her voice.
I stood and walked to the bedroom door. I turned before I got there, and took Gloria by the hand. “Protect me?” I whispered. She smiled and stepped to my side.
In the bedroom, Kaye walked up to me, took my hands, and put them on her naked breasts.
“This is a dream come true,” she told me, looking into my eyes. “Everywhere we went today, people were looking at me. And when I looked at them, I knew I could have anyone I wanted -- man or woman. But the one I want is you .”
She threw her arms around me and gave me one hell of a kiss. I ran my hands over her back and bottom.
Andrea burst in. “You did it! You really fixed her!” She knocked Kaye and I to the bed.
Excitedly, Andrea told Kaye that I’d “fixed” that Carmichael bitch -- the only thing she could do was squeak, and she was growing whiskers!
Kaye sat up, looking confused, looking at me. “He did?” she questioned. “How?”
Andrea reached over and tweaked one of Kaye’s lovely, erect, nipples. “Who did this, sweetie pie?”
Kaye raised her eyebrows and sighed. “Yeah... But, you got her ? You really did it?” She looked at me.
I shook my head, looking at them. “And I’m very sorry I did. I did not mean to harm anyone.”
Now Kaye gave me a very confused look. “But... I’ll bet she was nasty as hell to you!”
“Why me?” I asked.
“She hates men,” Andrea told me.
“But she’s very good at what she does,” Gloria added.
I shook my head. At hating men? Good at what? “May she be free from suffering -- may she be at peace.”
Gloria put a hand on my back. “But until she is, we need to be careful; you need to be careful. She has a reputation...”
I looked to Kaye. “Can you protect us, our things? Now?”
Kaye looked serious suddenly. “Oh yeah...” She grabbed me, pushing me to my back, kissing me, making me tingle all over, drinking energy from me.
She hopped off the bed, gesturing and swinging around.
“Wow -- could she feel that?” I asked.
Kaye shook her head. “Not a chance. What, did you?”
I nodded. “I felt something, something coolish as you swung around.”
Kaye hopped back on the bed, straddling me. “Now what do you feel?”
I held her waist. “Like I need to pee!”
The other ladies laughed. Kaye shook her head, but got off me. Oh, it would have been nice for her to lean over just enough...
“What’s for lunch?” Kaye asked.
“Get dressed, and we can find out,” Andrea suggested sardonically.
Gloria helped me off the bed.
I went to the bathroom, sitting on the can once again, and for a moment, alone.
I closed my eyes, still feeling the tingle, that energy around and in me. The feeling I had when Kaye spun around -- protecting us, I knew that somehow. Something deep inside me -- there was another way. Eyes closed, I raised my hands, tingling, gesturing out to our surroundings, spreading protection, almost like spreading magic dust.
It felt good; it felt right; it felt strong.
But I still had to wipe and flush. Some things remain the same. Who was it? Jack Kornfield? After the Ecstasy, the Laundry?
Conversation in the kitchen area diminished as I approached. It looked like lunch had been declared.
A PowerBook was set up on our infamous glass topped table, a digital camera and a digital videocamera sitting next to it.
Moira moved next to me. “After lunch, we want to go through the stills and the video with you.”
“I’d like that,” I told them.
“But before we do that, we’d like to do a picture of the four of you -- like the one from Tuesday morning?” she asked.
I was wearing shorts. The ladies put on shorts and short tops and let them pose us. Then we got to eat!
We talked as we fixed sandwiches. I taught at a junior college, physics, mathematics, and yoga. I also taught yoga at a studio nearby, one run by a University professor. He taught Aikido, and was superb. I told them there had been some wild stories about him, and he’d run through some tough times, his house burning down, injuring a knee. Still, he was tenured at the University, marrying a beautiful and talented woman.
Lady Dina was pretty up front about it. Would I like to move? They could use a physics and math instructor, as well as yoga. They had a lot to offer me, as well -- we’d talk about that later in the day. And if not back East, they had sister schools in New Zealand and Europe.
Even without other inducements, I told her, glancing around, I was definitely interested in talking about those possibilities.
Gloria moved closer; nobody laughed.
We ate and talked. They really didn’t have much of a resident physics/math department. They used instructors from a local junior college, but they lacked the “additional capabilities” I would bring.
I nodded. I told Lady Dina I’d experienced things in the last few days that were difficult to integrate with my knowledge of physics.
She smiled and told me that was exactly the kind of cross-pollination they needed; they’d added a faculty member with a strong background in experiment design, and she was advancing their understanding in many areas.
A weird feeling -- I put my sandwich down. “What’s she doing with our hair brushes?” I stood up.
“Who?” Gloria asked.
“Carmichael -- master bath,” I answered.
Kaye was a blur! Gloria and I were close behind.
It was weird, looking into the bathroom. Emma Carmichael, my rodentlike inquisitor, was standing, frozen, leaning over the counter, our hairbrushes in her right hand. The air in the bathroom shimmered and swam. Kaye held back at the doorway, her eyes wide.
“What is that?” Kaye asked in astonishment.
I took a breath, letting the energy flow through me, welcoming it, and the presence accompanying it.
“She was acting against us; the wards have her,” part of me explained. “But why the brushes?” I asked.
“She wants our hair,” Gloria answered, fear in her voice.
Lady Dina stepped to the doorway, easing her right hand into the bathroom, pushing gently. She turned to me. “You can release ... this?”
I felt confused. “Yes, but what do we do with her afterwards? I can move through it, and lead you.”
Lady Dina shook her head, sighing. “How long will this hold?” she asked me, motioning to the bathroom.
I shrugged. “Hours, days...” I sensed some of their questions. “It’s not something I need to maintain. It will hold indefinitely.”
That surprised, shocked Kaye and Gloria. Moria raised an eyebrow.
Lady Dina nodded. “I need to make some phone calls. Damn.” She looked to Moira, the others. “Can we study this without interfering with it?” she asked me.
I sighed. “My Lady, I’m sorry -- I don’t know. My hunch is you can study it without causing problems.”
She smiled and stepped closer to me. “Please call me Dina.”
I shook my head. “Only when I feel I have earned the honor.”
She gave me a wry smile. “I believe you’re doing that... Okay, stay here and watch. Moira? Find out what you can. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
We sat on the bed. Moira moved closer to the bathroom doorway and closed her eyes.
“That’s not hurting her?” Kaye asked softly.
I shook my head. “She can’t hear us. She’s not aware of anything -- time has stopped for her.”
I looked to Moira, held Gloria’s hand. I explained it as best I could, describing what I’d sensed with Kaye, the feeling I had sitting on the can. I told them what I’d done was old, very old, and very different from what Kaye had done.
That got agreement!
Lady Dina came in a few minutes later, still speaking on a cell phone.
“Doctor Serrano,” she began.
“Bob,” I interrupted.
She nodded. “Can you explain how this works?” She gestured to the bathroom, and handed me the phone.
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
A man’s voice replied, “Please, if you could explain as best you can.”
“It’s a protective field, a presence, surrounding us and our belongings. I’d say it’s ... active, not quite alive, not quite sentient, yet... An entity can move through it unimpeded, until they do something intending us harm. Then it ... solidifies ... and suspends them. She’s suspended in time and space, holding our hair brushes. She means us harm.”
“Us?” he asked.
“Myself, Gloria, Kaye, Andrea,” I replied.
“You can release this ... presence?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. I look forward to meeting you, Doctor Serrano. I’d like to speak with Dina if you please.”
“Of course. I hope I’ve been helpful.”
He actually laughed. “I think so!”
I handed the phone back to Lady Dina.
“Yes... Yes...” She sighed and shook her head. “Yes, I’m sorry it’s come to that as well. I’ll let you know how it goes... Yes... Thank you, Dean.”
Kaye elbowed me and raised an eyebrow.
Lady Dina folded up her phone. “That was Dean Hoskins. This is an unfortunate situation.” She looked at me and sighed again. “I don’t suppose there’s any way to release that without you being present?”
I thought about it, clearing my mind, letting the energy surround me prompt me with an answer. “Nope. I have to step through and release her.”
She nodded. “Unfortunate. Well, you’re going to be exposed to things we’d rather you didn’t see... I’d rather not see them... Here’s the plan. Bob, Moira, and I will go in to the bathroom. Bob will release the ... wards, for lack of a better term. Bob, you will withdraw immediately, while Moira and I will deal with Emma. Kaye, Andrea, and Gloria -- you will be waiting at the doorway, and you will take him to the living room and protect him. You will do what ever is required, is that clear?”
Gloria, Kaye, and Andrea all replied affirmatively. Kaye radiated a ferocity that was frightening.
I responded to the feeling in me. “I can loosen her temporarily. If she makes another aggressive move, she will be suspended again.”
Lady Dina nodded. “What happens to us if we are touching her at the time?”
I took a breath, answering, “Nothing -- once I take you in, you can move freely, unless you take some action against us.”
Lady Dina asked, “How far does this protection reach?”
I closed my eyes momentarily. “Currently, the borders of the apartment, plus a few feet.”
Another feeling... “We should withdraw only to the bedroom. I will be safer, and you will be, if I stay in sight.”
Lady Dina frowned, but Moira nodded. Lady Dina asked her, “Really?” Moira said, “Yes.”
“Okay, withdraw to the bedroom. When you’re ready, Doctor.”
I took off my shirt, shoes, and socks. I hugged Kaye, Andrea, and Gloria.
Looking to Lady Dina, she was holding a gnarled stick about a foot and a half long in her right hand. Moira’s looked to be straighter. Both had a sense of purpose...
We gathered at the door.
“Hold my shoulders,” I told them. Feeling contact, I said, “Follow me through the doorway, and once inside, step to my sides, maintaining contact. We will step to her, you stepping forward. I will release her and back out, gathering my ladies.”
That’s how it went. It was like stepping through one of those curtains at Chichen Itza. Moira and Lady Dina stepped slightly in front of me. We moved to Emma. I took the brushes from her hand and put them on the counter. Her left hand was frozen, fingers poised to pluck our hair from the brushes. I did whatever it was that caused her to be released temporarily, and backed out. Gloria and Andrea were on either side of me, Kaye in front of me. Kaye cast her protection as we backed up a few steps.
I did something as well. We could see into the bathroom, but even though things looked the same, it had the feeling of being an immense distance away.
Lady Dina and Moira held her. They spoke to her, it looked like they spoke to her quite sternly; we couldn’t hear them. Emma nodded her head. The conversation went on. She agreed a few more times.
The three of them turned. Lady Dina was smiling, at least until she looked out to us, then she frowned.
I brought us back. Lady Dina smiled, and the three of them came out of the bathroom.
“I think we have a resolution,” Lady Dina told us.
Emma nodded. The whiskers were more evident. She didn’t try to talk.
Moira spoke for her. “She has given her solemn word she will not do anything to bring harm to anyone, or breach her oath in any way. Is that correct?”
Emma nodded.
Lady Dina said, “Moira will take her to the Clinic. A car will take her back to School from there.”
They left. I started leaving the bedroom, but the three ladies wouldn’t let me. Kaye closed the door.
“What did you do? It was like we were a zillion miles away from them!” Kaye asked me.
I nodded. “That’s what it felt like to me. It’s an old pattern, that’s about all I know.”
I sat on the bed, then flopped back. “And that one was hard work,” I told them.
Andrea curled up on one side of me, Gloria on the other. I felt safe.
“Well,” Lady Dina said coming into the room a few minutes later.
The ladies helped me sit up.
Lady Dina looked at me, frowning. “When I turned and looked into the bedroom, you were there, but you weren’t. Something you did, I take it?”
I nodded. “Something old.”
Lady Dina shook her head. Then she reached into a pocket. “Moira gave me these dice. Care to explain?”
I got up and helped the ladies. We went into the living room. “Try them on the glass table, there.”
She shook them in her hand, and rolled them onto the table, except that they went through the glass.
“Oh my...”
“And I can explain that one,” I told them with a smile.
Lady Dina gave me an inquisitive look.
I sat on the couch. “One of the problems with new theories in physics is that they must collapse to explain what we consider to be natural, everyday events. Newtonian Mechanics is still adequate for many situations, and Einsteinian Mechanics must be in agreement in those cases. In contemporary physics, we consider atoms to be mostly empty space. From a strictly mechanistic, probabilistic point of view, when we roll the dice, the probability of atoms from the dice actually striking atoms from the tabletop is vanishingly small. So, why do the dice roll? What do they hit? What does that mean? In the current model of physics, quantum and string theory, when two objects collide, we’re observing the interaction of fields. Now a lot of physicists would beat me about the head and shoulders for what I’m about to say, it’s such an imprecise way of expressing things, but if these fields are embedded in orthogonal branes, the fields won’t interact. The dice and the table won’t feel each other -- the dice fall through.”
“Makes perfect sense,” said Kaye, frowning and shaking her head.
“Right,” added Andrea.
Lady Dina had pulled up a chair, and sat in it. She started to put the dice on the glass topped table. She put one hand under the table, and let go of the dice above the table. They fell into her hand. Dice in hand, she tapped the glass. Tap, tap, tap. She put the dice back in the cloth bag, and tossed that to the table. They landed audibly and stayed there.
“I’m not going to look at the cards yet,” Lady Dina told us, shaking her head.
Then she smiled. “Let’s look at some pictures! Are we ready for that, ladies?”
The PowerBook and a tape recorder moved to the coffee table in front of me.
“Bob,” Lady Dina said, “We are not going to hurt you, yet some parts of this may be uncomfortable. Is the protection you cast going to make that difficult?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“We want you in trance for this. Will that be a problem?”
I sighed. “No.”
“Who would you like to have take you?” she asked.
“Gloria, please...” I closed my eyes.
Movement beside me, warmth approaching. Hands touching my head, drawing me to a nipple. Sucking, being held, dropping so deep...
The picture of the four of us standing together in front of the picnic table was funny. I looked dazed. Kaye looked short and skinny. I held Kaye and told her I liked the way she looked, felt, and tasted much better now.
Pictures of the inscriptions inside the temple -- I read them, in English, and in my own tongue. Gloria asked questions; I answered as best I could. We could have spent much more time on them, but Lady Dina wanted us to move on.
Video next, a clip of me on the steps, Calling. I could feel the energy rising again. Gloria held me, Andrea and Kaye held me, they all touched me. I could feel it, but didn’t connect with it.
The video continued with the inside of the Temple, the inscriptions. Everything was as I remembered it, so fresh, so crisp, so sharp.
Video of our hotel room, them standing by me. I raised my arms and spoke the invocation; the lights went out. We listened for a while, listened as I called on the Gods to grant Kaye’s request, channeling, funneling, reshaping. I talked about that, about rewarding Kaye for her bravery, her strength, her devotion, as well as filling her need.
Soft touch -- I faded after that, waking partially in Gloria’s arms, making gentle love, curling up at her breast again, letting Andrea carry us off to sleep.
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Phantasy in Progress
Rev 2006/05/28
Measuring the Storm
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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