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I woke in bed, stretching.
Gloria! Where was Gloria? I jumped out of bed. Gone! Her bags were gone!
I ran to the living room; Lady Dina, Moira, and Andrea were sitting there talking.
“Where’s Gloria?” I shouted. “She’s gone!”
Andrea rushed to me, reaching... I did something to block her. She staggered back.
“Bob,” Moira said, standing. “She’s fine. She and Kaye are off doing tests. Please sit down and we’ll explain. Please?”
My heart was pounding; I was partially crouched, a hand extended, blocking, defending...
“Bob, she’s in no danger, and neither are you,” Lady Dina told me.
Feeling, reaching... “She’s scared, frightened -- I can feel it,” I told them. “I need to talk to her.”
Andrea sat back on the couch and motioned to me. “Please, sit down. She’s fine -- let us explain.”
“I... I can feel her, and she’s frightened,” I reiterated.
Moira nodded. “Bob, think about it -- do you suppose she could be reacting to you, to how you’re feeling right now?”
I took a breath, trying to center. I stood straight, taking a breath, centering, letting go... I could feel her relax, not as keyed up... “Yes, that could be it,” I replied.
“Please,” Andrea said, “sit with me so we can help.”
“Bob,” Moira told me, “you need to calm down -- for the moment, assume you and Gloria are connected. You don’t want to frighten her, do you?”
I still wasn’t sure.
Lady Dina’s phone rang. She flipped it open. “Oh! Yes, dear! No, he’s fine, he’s just extremely worried about you! He woke up, you weren’t here, and, well... Yes, I think that would be best. Here he is...” She carefully handed me the phone.
“Yes?” I said into the phone.
“Are you all right?” Gloria asked.
I sighed, relaxing. “I’m doing better now,” I told her. “How are you? I could tell you were frightened.”
“I was doing fine,” she said, “and then I could feel something was wrong with you -- that’s when I got scared. I got Lady Dina’s number and called as soon as I could.”
“Thank you. I miss you.”
“I know. We’ll be back together tomorrow.”
“Not tonight?”
“No, darling... Tonight you’ll be with Andrea. Is she there?”
“Yes, she is.”
“Sit with her, please? For me?”
“Okay...” I sat next to Andrea. I was still naked; the rest of them were clothed.
“Kaye and I are at the clinic. They’re doing tests, especially on Kaye, and we’re working with people from school. You’ll be coming to the clinic tomorrow morning for tests, and then we’ll be together again. Okay?”
“For how long?” I wasn’t optimistic.
“Has Lady Dina told you yet?”
My heart sunk. “No. What?”
“Oh you! I’m going back with you! That’s one of the reasons I’m here, so they can drill me on everything I’m supposed to teach you! We’ll be together!”
I sighed, relaxing. “Okay...”
She sighed as well. “I want you to promise me something, darling...”
“What?” I asked.
“Promise me you’ll let go to Andrea? Promise me you’ll let go and let her take you away tonight?”
“I promise,” I told her with a sigh.
“No darling, tell me out loud, so I can hear -- so Andrea can hear,” she insisted.
I sighed again. “I promise I’ll let go to Andrea...” The phone made a weird beeping noise.
“Good -- because it might be her last chance to have you...” she growled. “So enjoy yourself...”
I could smile again. “I will -- but it’s you I love.”
She gasped. Then quietly, “I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow. Behave, please. No more rat noses.”
“I didn’t give her a rat nose -- I did whiskers,” I reminder her.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too. See you tomorrow.” The phone beeped again -- I handed it back to Dina. I looked at Andrea, who smiled.
“I’ll take good care of you, I promise,” she said with a smile.
I know I smiled.
“Oh hello... Yes, everything is going well... No, you did the right thing, dear... Oh, Sunday, most likely. Yes, of course!” Dina sighed and put her phone away.
“Okay, what’s happening?” I asked.
“Perhaps you’d like to get dressed?” Moira suggested.
“Okay...” I got up and went to the bedroom. Andrea followed me.
I looked around the room -- so much had happened today! I shook my head and sighed as I put my socks back on -- so much had happened in the last few days!
I glanced up. Andrea was standing in front of me, pulling up her top.
I put my hands on her hips, looking into her eyes. I felt need, anticipation, apprehension, so much... “Please,” I whispered, “just for a little while...”
She nodded. “I understand...”
Her hands slipped up my body; my eyes closed as she held my head. She gave me her nipple, and everything else faded away.
“Better?” she asked, holding my head between her breasts.
“Oh yes,” I sighed, holding her waist. She kissed my head.
A curious look on her face as she stepped back. I held her hands. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
She sighed, shaking her head, a slight smile, a sad smile.
“Tell me, please...” I asked.
She sat next to me on the bed. “I’m jealous,” she told me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Jealous?”
She nodded. “Of Gloria -- there’s something very special between you. We can feel it.”
I sighed. “I can feel it too... So sudden...”
I remembered the beautiful woman sitting next to me. I hugged her close. “Oh, what you do to me...”
She sighed. “Oh, what I’m going to do to you tonight...”
“Shall we rejoin Lady Dina and Moira?”
She helped me to my feet. “You really should call her Dina.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
She nodded. “Yes -- that’s what she requested.”
Must be my grey hair... We went back to the living room.
“Where were we?” I asked, sitting down.
“Better?” Dina asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
“We have a lot we want to do before we get on a plane Saturday,” Moira started out. “Kaye and Gloria are at the clinic for testing now. We’ll join them tomorrow. But first, we should get you packed so we can go.”
“Go?” I asked.
“We’re still uncertain about some things, and feel it’s best to move,” Dina said.
“Emma?” I asked. “Or the raptors?”
Moira and Dina exchanged looks.
“This is a two-way street,” I reminded them, sitting back.
Dina nodded. “We’re more concerned about Emma. There have been incidents in the past, nothing certain, but still...”
I nodded. “Okay, I’ll go pack.”
“Are you going with us?” I asked Andrea as she helped me pack.
She smiled, shaking her head. “I don’t know. I don’t think they’ve decided fully.”
“How about Kaye?”
“Oh no, she’ll be going back to school.”
The look I gave her asked the question.
“She needs the school to provide stability -- especially now.” She sighed and smiled. “I think if anyone understands what this change means to her, you do...”
I nodded. Was I short a sock? “I know how much she wanted it...”
“I think the plan is to rotate people through, for the rest of the term,” Andrea said, buckling up a bag.
She looked at me and quickly added, “Oh, except for Gloria, who will be staying!”
I smiled. “I’m that transparent?”
She sighed, looking at me intently. “None of us saw this coming! Oh, we knew we’d meet someone... There is something special, something strong with you and Gloria.”
“With the three of you,” I added, putting an arm around her waist.
She nodded. “Yes, with all three of us...”
We hugged for a bit. I did one last sweep of the bathroom and bedroom. We took the bags to the living room. Everyone looked ready to go.
“What about the table?” I asked, nodding to the glass-top phantom.
Dina gave it a cross look, as did Moira. “Oh, it’s going to be picked up tomorrow, and taken back to school,” Moira said.
“Are we all cleaned up?” I asked.
Moira frowned momentarily. “Your, ah, protection?”
I thought about it. Would clearing it damage the table? “I can clear all traces of us from here once we leave, but I’m not sure what that will do to the table. Shouldn’t hurt it. Nope, won’t hurt it.”
Moira looked at the table. “We can take the base off, and fit it in the back of the car.”
Dina nodded. “Take it and let’s go then.”
I helped move the table outside. A Volvo wagon with Mass plates was parked nearby.
“Bob,” Dina suggested.
I put down my bag and faced the door. I felt people touch me: Dina, Moira, Andrea.
I closed my eyes and let it happen. I breathed in and out slowly, raising my hands, palms toward the apartment. I did something. “That’s it,” I said, opening my eyes.
“Shit,” Moira muttered.
I picked up my bag and gave her a look.
She shook her head, smirking. “I’m supposed to be really good at this -- I watched, and I don’t know what the hell you did, but I do know it was really, really effective.”
I smiled. “If it’s any help, I don’t know what I did either...”
“Big help,” she muttered.
“I’ll help you load the table,” I offered. We had to repack the back of the station wagon, but we got everything settled. Andrea and I rode in the back seat, Moira driving, Dina in the front passenger seat.
“I’m still looking for answers, or at least some plausible explanations,” I threw out.
Dina turned back and looked at me. “Where would you like me to start?”
“Why me, why now?” I replied.
Dina nodded. “Some terminology -- ‘sensitives’ are people who can sense us, what we do. ‘Adepts’ are those who do it. There’s a difference of opinion on the use of terms such as witch and warlock; while some consider it a matter of personal preference, you can say ‘adept’ in mixed company without making waves. Not all sensitives can become adepts. We don’t know why. Sensitives and adepts are very, very rare. There is a very strong genetic component; the talent runs in families. Females outnumber males at least eight to one. There seems to be a positive correlation with diet up through age six or so, possibly through the onset of puberty. There may be a negative correlation with population density; we aren’t sure. Surveys in areas such as London produce different results than areas such as Madras or New Delhi. There’s still a lot of basic research to be done. With a sensitive, things usually come to a head at puberty. When did you start practicing hatha yoga?”
“Fourteen? Fifteen?” I answered.
“Part of the pattern,” she said. “Different forms of yoga and meditation are common. Most of the people we find, we find in early to late teen years. People such as yourself, appearing later in life, aren’t as common. People we find later in life tend to be wild rides...”
“At least I fit some pattern...”
She chuckled. “I wouldn’t say that... We’ll be interviewing you quite a bit trying to add to our understanding. In your case, you were dormant for many, many years. I’m very happy we were able to prepare and protect you through your awakening.”
I made a noise. Good for them.
Moira spoke up. “Let me restate that -- what you would consider scientific analysis of this whole area is less than a hundred fifty years old. We knew Chichen Itza was a place of power, but not how powerful. We have a much better idea now, and we’ll add that to our list of places to study and questions to answer. If you’d wandered in unprepared or unprotected, the results would have been devastating.”
“It seems some others are aware of how powerful the site is,” I suggested.
“Yes, there are other groups out there,” Dina responded. “We’re friendly with a number of them. Some withdraw, holding themselves apart and aloof. Others have ambitions we do not share.”
“These seemed to have government sanction...”
She shook her head. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, especially given Mexican religious traditions. More likely they have influence in certain areas. I think you can see how we can be very influential when we wish to be.”
“Indeed,” I agreed. I glanced to Andrea. She pulled back a bit. I reached for her hand, and ended pulling her over closer to me. She smiled.
“What do I have to look forward to?” I asked.
“A long and interesting life,” Moira shot back with humor.
Dina turned to look at me once more. “I believe you’ve heard the term ‘conduit’ used?”
I nodded. “Yes, that I was used as a conduit -- a baseball breaking a window was another analogy.”
She nodded. “I like that one! An older term is ‘possession,’ but that carries so much baggage... I believe you used the term ‘ridden’ to describe your experience. The most probable interpretation of your experience is that you were used as a conduit by someone or something very powerful and very old. When such things happen, we expect some capabilities, talents, whatever, to stick around, or rub off. I think we’ve seen that today. Your method of protection, as an example, and what you unknowingly and unintentionally did to Emma Carmichael as another. The dice is something else.”
“The dice I think is something new -- combining my knowledge of physics with these new abilities. How about the cards?” I asked.
She threw up her hands. “You’ve gone off the scale in the simple tests we’ve performed. With the exception of the dice, well, and the cards, I know people who can do what you’ve done. I can do many of those things -- such as what you did to Emma, and let me reiterate my strong opinion and belief that she earned and deserved what she got; and protection -- we’re all supposed to be able to protect ourselves. But everything you’ve done, you’ve done in a different manner that what we know, what we expect.”
I nodded and sighed, pulling Andrea closer. She was soft and warm, delightful to hold. “So as a portent of my abilities?”
I saw her shrug. “Who knows? We’ll know better in a month or so, after more tests and instruction. One thing is clear -- you need to learn a lot more control before you can come to the school.”
“I’d be too disruptive?”
Even Andrea laughed at that one. “You wouldn’t stand a chance! New males have to be introduced carefully into the environment, for their own sake! That’s ignoring the carnage from women fighting over you!”
Interesting questions that prompted, in addition to the ethical considerations... With these abilities, you could have what would appear to outside observers to be entirely consensual sex with pretty much anyone you wanted... “So what’s the proposed program?”
“Tests tomorrow, mostly medical,” Dina answered, “and we send you home Saturday. Tentatively Gloria and Moira will accompany you. We want to get Andrea out with you as soon as possible. We will rotate people through based on skill sets. Every two weeks? It’s more a matter of when you’ve developed sufficient mastery.”
“So you have standards, programs, metrics?”
“Nominally, yes, but we’re used to making accommodations for individuals. I expect we may be making quite a few with you!”
“New Zealand?” Moira offered.
“Ah, thank you dear... For some of the training, your development, you may be better off in a more remote area. Part of our hesitation in bringing you to the school is that you’re currently the nexus of an incredible amount of energy; your presence would disturb some of the more delicate things going on. We have a sister school in New Zealand. Would you be amenable to spending a semester or more teaching there?”
I hugged Andrea. “That sounds fascinating! I’d actually be teaching?”
“Oh good heavens yes! We’re going to put you to work!”
We talked about teaching -- being at a junior college, I didn’t have long-term students. I had groups that went through the two year calculus and physics program, but that was about it. Would I miss the place? Yes, to a degree. Would the place miss me? Other than the temporary inconvenience of replacing me, no. I caused them grief already, wanting to teach yoga as well as physics and math. The yoga classes at Roger’s dojo were different. I’d worked with some people for years. But they’d move to different instructors with no problems.
We stopped for dinner. Dina summarized -- they expected me to be working for the school come the new semester, the new year. Where that would be was still open -- East Coast, South Island, or somewhere else, the “gripping hand” option.
We drove to a different place, a three-bedroom house associated with the clinic.
As we got bags out of the back, Dina said, “I want that damn table inside.”
We unloaded and set up the table. “What do you want to try?” I asked her.
She frowned, shaking her head. “Not sure. Could you do that to another surface? That table?” She pointed to a wood side-table.
I contemplated it for a moment. “Harder, much harder. Easy with glass, metal. Very hard with wood. Why I don’t know -- it’s just a feeling.”
Moira smiled. “Wood was once living. Glass and metal have been formed by fire.”
I nodded. “Living things I don’t think I could do. It makes sense!” I saw the frown on Dina’s face. “Well, as much sense as any of this!” That she could agree with.
Moira nodded. “And that’s an example of the background knowledge you need to pick up -- differences in materials, in metals. Did you choose silver for the things you wear?”
“Silver is a metal of power...” I told them, feeling the energy roil in me once more.
Moira put a hand on me; her touch was comforting. “You know much of this, at one level or another. You need to integrate it. It will be an incredible voyage of exploration,” she whispered.
That feeling again; I was almost in tears. I could feel the connection with Gloria, with Kaye, with Andrea -- and the strong connection-to-be with Moira. I turned and looked into her eyes, no, deeper than that. “There are many paths, but they are one path,” I told her.
“Enough for today!” Dina cried, breaking the spell.
When I picked up my bag again, Andrea was by my side.
“Off! Off to bed!” Dina waved at us.
Andrea and I got the big bedroom. Getting ready for bed, I saw the gleam in her eye. I’m sure she saw the drop of moisture on the tip of my very erect cock.
I touched her shoulder. As she turned, I took her hands in mine. I felt a little safer that way...
“Let me adore you first,” I whispered. She nodded, smiling. “And afterwards,” I said, kissing her hands, “I’m all yours...” I looked at her breasts, in her eyes. “I’m yours now,” I whispered.
She took me by the hand. She reclined on the bed and said, “Please adore me.”
I moved to her left foot. Gazing up her body, so beautiful, so delicious -- her thighs barely touching, the trimmed curls of her thatch, her waist, breasts, neck that needed biting, lips to be kissed, as did the rest of her... I started at the top of her foot, kissing my way up her body.
Eyes closed, exploring with my lips and fingers, kissing, touching, stroking. She made soft sounds as I stroked and kissed her thighs. I could feel warmth radiating from her as I approached the junction of her thighs. Stroking her hips, I pressed my nose into her cleft, inhaling her scent, kissing the tops of her thighs. Oh, her scent was so seductive. She moaned, moving slightly, turning her thighs out, spreading her legs a little and tilting her hips to give me access. I pressed in more, inhaling, kissing. Oh so seductive, so warm, so inviting...
I raised up a bit and kissed her mound. She whimpered.
“Don’t worry -- I’ll be back,” I whispered. I kissed her mound as I feathered her hips and waist with my fingertips.
I felt a hand touch my head. Oh, I wanted it so much, for her to take me... But not yet.
I sat up and gently tucked her hands under the pillow her head was resting on. She smiled, eyes still closed. I moved to her head. “Oh, how I want you to take me,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder and neck, “but not yet...”
She purred as I kissed her neck, running a hand over her breasts, up to her neck and head.
I sat up next to her. I took a breath, taking her in, filling myself with energy. I traced her arms to her shoulders, her neck, and then swirled down to her breasts, making her gasp. Her breasts and my fingers felt electric! I stroked the outsides of her breasts, occasionally tantalizing her nipples, watching as her nipples quickly tightened, listening to her breath speed up. I felt the tingle, the energy, flow through me and into her breasts.
She moaned and moved her arms. I did something, binding her hands in place!
Her eyes snapped open; she raised her head. I felt her gathering, getting ready to ... I gathered energy and touched her breasts, sweeping away her intellect, touching passion and pleasure. She moaned, her head off the pillow, her eyes open wide.
Exhaling, moving energy, I caressed her breasts, drawing my thumbs over her nipples, feeling the tingle, tantalizing her with that tingle, relaxing her into it. She moaned and shook, her head releasing back and her eyes closing, a lusty smile filling her.
I teased and tantalized her breasts, feeling the energy run from my fingertips, swirling around her breasts, racing my fingertips down her belly to her mound and the insides of her thighs. She shook and moaned, pulling on her arms, her hands still held in place.
I leaned down, taking a nipple in my mouth, oh so good, so electric. My hands found her waist as I sucked, sliding one hand under her bottom, the other between her thighs.
I moved to straddling her, her legs between mine, and ran my hands up and down her body, feeling the tingle run from my fingertips to her soft, sensuous skin.
Starting at her hips and waist, I circled my hands, then moved them up her body slowly, her moans increasing as I neared her breasts, swirling her breasts and moving up, turning my hands and sliding them up her neck and behind her head, leaning forward to kiss her fully on the lips as I cradled her head.
She moaned and shook in my mouth, trying to free her hands. I moved my hands lower, to her neck, and pressed gently as our tongues battled. She shook under me.
I was so hungry for her! I sat between her legs and grasped her ankles. Bending her knees, I moved her feet close to her bottom, and planting them on the bed, I bound them in place as I’d done to her hands. I moved down, slid my hands under her bottom, and lowered my face to heaven.
I inhaled her scent, feeling energy fill me once more. I gathered the energy in my lips and tongue, leaning forward and licking the length of her slit from bottom to top. She screamed and writhed. I continued, kissing, licking, devouring. She squeezed me as best she could, her bottom moving, her body shaking as she howled, moaned, and came, over and over.
I moved up a little, kissing her mound. She shuddered, a little. I looked up her body, watching her chest, her breasts move as she panted.
I moved to her side, kissing the sweat off her body, kissing her nipples, kissing her on the lips, softly, gently. I needed a towel -- one was right by me on the bed -- Gently, lovingly I dried her off, releasing the bonds on her ankles so I could do her legs, extending them. She sighed.
I curled up by her, kissing the side of a breast, and released the bonds holding her hands.
She moved her arms, enveloping me, holding me to her. And that’s all she did, hold me, letting me suckle contentedly, relaxing in her embrace.
Half asleep in her arms, I felt her move and take a deep breath. Her nipple tightened in my mouth as she held me closer, then moved me to my back.
She pushed up on her arms, looking at me, smiling.
I looked into her eyes. Into her eyes, getting bigger and bigger, falling into her eyes...
I was helpless as she took me, like being slowly immersed in warm lust, unable to do anything but moan, and want her all the more.
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Phantasy in Progress
Rev 02/22/2005
Following the Storm
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