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IF YOU HAVE NOT READ AVATAR, BOOK 1 YOU WILL BE TOTALLY LOST!

This is Avatar: Establishment, Book 2 and it picks up right where the
first one left off.


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Avatar 2

Chapter 6

      	When Ken had spoken to Sensei earlier in the week to tell him he
wouldn't be able to make the Thursday class, the man just smiled and
said he understood.

      	"However," continued Sensei, "I think perhaps it would be a good
idea for you to come to the session on Friday afternoon."

      	Ken had blinked in surprise.  The Friday session was for
advanced students and by invitation only.  It was for a fairly small,
but very exclusive group of students and Ken didn't think he was quite
ready for it.  Still, it was somewhat of an honor to be invited into
the class and Ken knew it would be a mistake to refuse.  He bowed and
accepted the invitation.

	+++++

      	Ari had spent Thursday night with her sister, and Ken knew that
she was concerned about something that had happened between Tina and
Lea.  He'd spoken to Lea about it after Ari and Tina went to bed, and
She'd only had two words to say about it.

"She's ready."

      	Ken could only assume that meant that she was ready to be
included in the Circle.  He had his doubts, but perhaps spending some
time with her over the next few days would alleviate them.

      	Friday morning, Tina was still asleep when he went to flight
school.  Jane knew that he was nervous about attending the Friday
class, and absolutely insisted on being there to greet him after class.
 So, she decided that since he was going straight from flight school to
the dojo, she'd just meet him there when class was over.  Ken
appreciated it, but was hoping that he wouldn't need the support.

      	Ground school was going well.  His instructor was very surprised
that Ken was grasping things so quickly.  He seemed to be a natural at
this.  Ken had to admit he seemed to be taking to it well.  It was a
lot of fun.  Well, mostly it was fun.  Learning Tower protocol was sort
of boring, but since his life, and the lives of other people would
depend on it, he wasn't too bored.  Jane had learning just this morning
that he was going to flight school, and he realized that he'd never
actually told anyone he was learning to fly.  He supposed that he
should tell his wives, at the very least.  He somehow knew that Jane
would say nothing about it until he brought it up again.  Well, he'd
talk to both his wives about it later today, and wondered if her lack
of reaction was a bad sign.

    	Ken walked out of the locker room and into the work out area.  He
looked around as he began to stretch and saw almost no one he
recognized.  Not much of a surprise, since this was not his normal
class.  There were only advanced students were in this class and his
shiny new white belt stood out like a yes-I-really-am-a-punching-bag
beacon.  He wasn't sure what type of practice they'd be doing, but he
really didn't care.  It was certain he'd pick up some new techniques.
He still wasn't as comfortable in a dojo as he once had been, but
neither was he uncomfortable.  As Lea had intimated, going back to the
arts was a good thing.  He'd been a little surprised that Sensei had
been insistent that he come to this class after he'd mentioned that he
couldn't make the regular one.  He also thought it odd that none of the
students questioned his lack of an advanced belt.  Perhaps they thought
it was because he was an advanced student of another art.

    	One person that he did recognize was Chad.  The boy still had
something of an attitude and Ken found it hard not to dislike him.
Still, such emotions had no place on the mats, and Ken had always been
able to bury them with ease.  Chad, however, showed no signs of having
such control, despite his advanced level.  Sensei appeared and called
the class to attention, then led them in their warm ups.  These were
more challenging than what they did in the regular classes, but Ken
found he was easily able to follow them.  He felt pretty good since
regular work outs with Eric and all the practice he was doing outside
the class had gotten him closer to what he'd consider was good shape.
He didn't feel as fit and limber as he'd once been, but perhaps that
was just a feeling based on memory rather than fact.

    	They got a three minute water break after they finished the
forty-five grueling minutes of warm up, and Ken expected them to be
split into groups.

    	Sensei clapped his hands and called everyone to attention.  "Today
is open spar and we will run the pit."

    	There were groans which accompanied the announcement, but also
some spirited laughter, along with back slaps and good natured taunts.

    	"What the hell is the pit?" Ken asked the man next to him.

    	"Heh.  Well, it's kind of a free for all.  One student gets in the
middle and defends against all comers.  If he loses, then whoever beat
him takes his place.  If someone stays in the middle long enough, then
Sensei starts sending in people two and three at a time."

    	"Yeah," said a young blond woman -- Nikki, he thought her name
was. "There are 'legends' that if a student defeats four simultaneous
opponents, Sensei will step in."  She shuddered at that, "I sure as
hell wouldn't want to go up against him, but I'd love to see someone
else do it."

    	A couple of the other students had joined the conversation and
there was some speculation about what that would look like.  Sensei had
a reputation as a phenomenal fighter, but he usually only did short
demonstrations with the students.  Rumor had it that that he had a
small group of students that he'd spar with, but they didn't really
talk about it and Sensei wasn't all that approachable.

    	Ken watched with interest as the students circled around the area
and sat.  He pointed at one man, a tall thin man whom Ken thought would
be very fast on his feet.  He was right and the man won three in a row,
but fell to a woman.  The first against her was the blond that Ken had
spoken to earlier, and she won.  They were going around in the circle
in order and the next up was another man, stockier and heavier than the
blonde.  She put up a good fight, but lost, then it was Ken's turn.

    	He wasn't nervous -- exactly.  But it had been a long time since
he'd spared anyone who was at an advanced level and wasn't an
instructor.  The man wasn't very quick, but he was strong.  He tried to
use that strength to lock Ken up, but Ken was too fast and in a short
time the man was down.  Ken won the next two -- to many people's
surprise since he was only a white belt -- then lost to the tall thin
man who'd fought first.  Ken saw what the man did, but hesitated to
counter it because it would have required a very advanced technique and
he wasn't sure he could pull it off.  So down he went.

    	Things were going well right up until the time that Chad and Ken
were sparring.  Chad was aggressive and seemed to be affronted that
Ken, a mere white belt, had dared to come to an advanced practice.  Ken
held him off for a while, which seemed to piss him off even more.  He
saw where it was going and decided that now was a good time to take a
fall.  He didn't expect what Chad did though and got nailed in the ribs
for his trouble.  Then Chad swept him before he could catch his breath
and down he went.  Old reflexes kicked in and he landed easily, but if
he hadn't just reacted and tried to think, he would have been really
hurt.  Emotion disappeared and his focus narrowed.  He forgot about the
fact that he'd just lost the match and came to his feet ready to defend
himself -- which turned out to be a good thing since Chad had been
getting ready to apply a completely unnecessary finishing move.  It
landed on an empty mat.

    	"Halt!"  barked Sensei.

    	They froze, and the man eyed his two students.  "I point, you go,"
he said to the circle, then looked back at the two in the center.  Ken
had start to sit, since he'd lost the match, but Sensei shook his head.
 "Again, you two."  Ken looked at the man, startled.  "Begin!"

    	As it always had in the past, Ken's focus narrowed while his
awareness spread.  He felt Chad coming up behind him and turned, just
as a punch grazed his cheek.  Ken reversed, and was already turning
away, and swept his hands up and around in a complex pattern that Chad
was completely unable to follow.  Seconds later, Chad was on the mat,
but as soon as he hit, Ken heard, "Go," and he had another opponent to
face.  This one fared no better and neither did the next.  Ken was in
the zone.  Ken was untouchable.

    	After four wins, all apparently effortless, Sensei sent two
opponents in after him.  Ken managed to get them to interfere with each
other and they went down in a heap with Sensei telling them to clear
the mat as he sent two more in after Ken.  They went down as well.

    	Ken reveled in the moment, the sheer pleasure of the flowing
movements, the blood pumping through his body and his Chi -- centered,
really centered, for the first time in many years.  He was getting a
little tired when Sensei upped the ante by sending in three opponents.
It took longer, but they lost as well; however, when one went down,
another was called to take his place.  Ken tapped the reserve of energy
that Lea always left him and flowed back into the fight.  Even when
four opponents were set against him, he felt only the joy of movement,
the perfection of the art as he allowed old muscle memory to come to
the fore.

    	The last opponent went down and a new one stepped onto the mat.
Hands flashed, attack and counter flowed, but it was short lived.
Something interrupted his Chi, and his opponent's moves no longer made
sense.  Pain flowed through his side as a solid strike landed.  His
foot was swept and down he went, the breath knocked out of him.  He lay
there and panted, realizing just how far he'd over extended himself.  A
hand intruded into his line of vision and he grasped it and got pulled
to his feet.  It belonged to Sensei, who smiled at him.

    	The students began clapping and hooting their pleasure at the
display they'd witnessed, except for Chad, of course.  Ken smiled,
unaccountably shy, and received permission to sit down.  He bowed to
Sensei, then knelt on the mat.  At that point, Sensei decided to give
everyone a break, and Ken collapsed onto the floor,  looking at the
ceiling, still panting.  Slowly, he got his breathing under control and
loosed a small amount of energy into his body.  He was still exhausted,
but at least he could stand, so he went for some water.  He bowed back
onto the mat and got in line when Sensei called the class together.
They stood in line and he looked at them.

    	"Class is over for the day.  Think on what you have learned," he
said, looking right at Ken.

    	Ken would think alright.  In the hot tub as one of his slaves fed
and rubbed him down.  He knew that he could draw on his energy reserve,
but the over taxed muscles in his body needed rest.  He went into the
locker room to gather his clothes.  There was lots of talk in the
locker room and a lot of congratulations.  Some of the guys mentioned
that they were glad he was now in their class and they looked forward
to sparing again.  Ken joked that it was unlikely he'd be able to move
again for about a month.  Once everything was in his bag and he was
dressed in sneakers, his Gi pants and a t-shirt, he headed out.

   	"Ken," came Sensei's voice.  "Might I have a word with you?"

    	"Yes Sensei," he replied.  Ken followed the man through a door in
his office and up a narrow flight of stairs.  At the top, it opened
into a large apartment.  Ken had always wondered what was up here,
since it was obvious from the outside that the building had two
stories.

    	"Sit, please," said Sensei.

    	Ken sat in the indicated chair while Sensei walked into the
kitchen.  "Would you care for some iced tea?" he asked.

    	Actually, cold tea sounded nice, and in a short time, Sensei came
out with a pitcher and two glasses.  He sat across from Ken, then
filled the glasses.  There was silence as the men drained them.

    	"Your skill is surprising,"  said Sensei.

    	For a moment, Ken felt like he was in a bad martial arts movie.
But he read the undercurrent in the words: why have you masqueraded as
a white belt?

    	"Thank you," he paused.  There was more that needed to be said,
but he wasn't sure how to make the other man understand.  "I enjoyed
the arts, many years ago.  As I told you when we met, I haven't
practiced in over ten years."

    	Sensei nodded, and ran his hand through his close cropped white
hair.  He didn't appear angry, but it was hard to read the older man,
and Ken didn't want to get kicked out of this dojo.  He knew that he
liked learning here.  His first instructor was no longer alive and
Sensei Turcotte was reputed to be the best in the area.  Certainly, he
was expensive enough.

    	"I think that you are wasting your time in the beginner class.  It
is time for you to move on," came the reply.

    	Silence.  Ken was not comfortable with that thought.  He'd only
been back into this for a bit more than six weeks, and there was no way
he felt sure enough of himself to practice at an advanced level.  He
said as much, but Sensei disagreed.  Ken would have pushed the point,
but he thought that the man would not continue as his instructor if he
didn't give in.

    	They chatted for a more few moments, then Ken mentioned that he
really should be going.

    	Sensei smiled and said, "I understand.  Which one will it be
today?  The tall dark haired one or the short, red haired one?"

    	Ken was startled.  Sensei was not in the habit of speaking about
personal topics.  He was very formal with his students and quickly
rebuffed attempts at familiarity.

    	Ken smiled and said, "Hmmm. I think, perhaps, both?"

    	They broke out in laughter as Ken gathered up his stuff to leave.
There came a knock at the door and Sensei got up to open it.

   	"I hadn't thought that you noticed them," said Ken.

    	"I'm a little old, not dead," replied Sensei over his shoulder.
"Everything works just fine."  He opened the door and Nikki, the blonde
girl from class was standing there with a big grin on her face.

    	"What works just fine, Sir?"  she asked as she stood on tip toe to
kiss him.

    	Ken stared in astonishment.  He would never have thought that
Sensei would have a relationship with a student.  It wasn't that it was
forbidden, but still, it seemed so out of character for him.  Sensei
caught Ken's astonished gaze and smiled.  Nikki blushed as she moved
into the room.

    	"Well," said Ken, "I guess I'll be going."

    	Sensei offered his hand at the door and Ken took it.  The older
man's grip was firm and his hands rough.  There were no macho "I'm
going to crush your hand games" but Ken had every reason to believe
that the man had above average strength.  Before Lea, he would have
been far stronger than Ken.  Not anymore -- although as events had
shown downstairs, strength wasn't everything.

    	"Good day Sensei," said Ken and he started waking down the stairs.

    	"You know," said the other man, "years ago I had a close friend.
His name was Sensei John Tate, and he told me of a brilliant student of
his.  He was very, very proud of this student.  He was also very upset
when that student left the art."

    	Ken froze on the steps as he heard his old instructor's name.  He
turned to look back up the stairs, but Sensei had closed the door.  Ken
continued on his way down and let himself out, to find Jane waiting for
him.  She looked suspicious, as if he'd been avoiding her, but he told
her everything was okay and that he'd been speaking with Sensei.  He
had a lot to think about on the ride back to the mansion, and wondered
whether this was a case of it's a small world, or if Lea had had a hand
in it.

 	+++++

      	When they arrived at the mansion, Sally came out to greet them.

      	"Ken," she said, "Tina has been in the Garden for the last few
hours.  I'm worried."

      	She must be, thought Ken, to have met him right as they pulled
up to the house.  He looked at Jane, who shrugged to indicate she had
no idea what was going on either,  and they both headed to the Garden.
Ken's date with the hot tub would have to wait.

      	Once again, Tina was lying on her back staring up at the sky.
At least she was in the shade, which was good since she'd have burned
to a crisp in the sun.  Ken did a quick scan of her and was a bit
alarmed by what he found.  More than a bit, actually.

      	He and Jane sat beside the prone teen, but she made no move to
indicate she knew they were there.  She knew though.  She knew because
her body started almost vibrating with lust, which was something
considering how she'd already been feeling.

      	"Tina," said Ken gently, "Are you okay?"

      	At first, there was nothing, then she turned to look at him, her
eyes focusing on him with almost unnatural attention.

      	"Yes Master, I'm fine.  I think."

      	Ken touched her with his hand and she moaned.  Whatever else she
was, he didn't think that 'fine' covered it.  It was like her nerves
were inflamed with energy.  Closing his eyes, he 'saw' her body was
laced with a network of pulsing bright red lines.  Where his hand
touched her shoulder, the red dulled a bit.

      	"I've been thinking about our last conversation," said Tina.

      	"Oh?" replied Ken as he tried to hide his alarm from her.

      	"None of this is normal, you know.  Not how I was reacting to
you, not the things that go on here, none of it.  It's obvious that
something is influencing what's going on around here."

      	She sat up and Ken opened his eyes.

      	"I had to leave Sally this morning," she said.  "Do you know
why?"

      	Ken shook his head.

      	"Because I had a sexual fantasy that was so vivid, I thought it
was real.  I thought I was hallucinating, or going crazy."

      	Tina wiped her forehead.  Her body was bathed in sweat, and she
almost felt like she had a fever.  If a fever caused almost
uncontrollable sexual desire.   Desire that was far more urgent than
pleasant.

      	"Who is Lea?" asked the girl.  "I mean who is she, really?"

      	Ken sighed and wondered what to say.

      	"I really want to talk to her, Ken.  Please?"

      	Tina's eyes were bright with unshed tears.

      	"Perhaps," said Lea, "We can talk when you're feeling better."

      	She knelt beside the three of them.  The humans, as usual, were
all affected by her presence.  She was topless with a see through wrap
around Her waist that hid just enough.  Tina smiled and closed her
eyes, laying back down with Ken's assistance.  More hallucinations.

      	"What's wrong with her Lea?" asked Ken.

      	"Right now," replied the Goddess, "That is not important.  What
is important, is that you help her."

      	"And just how would I do that?" said Ken.

      	"Watch," She replied.

      	Her hand extended and touched Tina's cheek.  Deep blue lines
seemed to radiated out, cooling the red fire that had spread through
Tina's nerves.  She removed Her hand and the effect faded, but it
looked like there was a patch of blue that stayed where Her fingers had
touched.  She looked at Ken, who understood that he was supposed to
duplicate what She'd done.

      	He touched the teen's shoulder and concentrated.  With his eyes
closed, he was able to see the tracings of red through Tina's body and
started to push against them in an effort to make them cool down.  That
didn't work at all.

      	"Pull, Kenneth, don't push.  She's overloaded," said Lea.

      	As soon as he started to do that, he saw the same effect that
Lea had created.  Problem was, it was only in the area where his
fingers were touching.

      	"What are you doing, Ken?" asked Tina, now almost completely out
of it.  "Your hands feel so cold."

      	"No love, it's just that you feel very hot."  He smiled.  The
flair of energy in her body pulsed higher as she translated the word
'hot' into aroused.  She was 'hot' alright.  Hot for him to take her
virginity.  Right now would be fine.  In fact, she could have Jane
straddle her face while Ken...

      	Ken blinked.  Whoa!  This girl was very strong.  She was
actually pulling him in to a fantasy.

      	"That won't work Kenneth," said Lea.  "You'll have to do it
differently.  Take the energy from everywhere rather than just the spot
you touch."

      	"Ken?  What's going on?  I feel really strange," asked Tina
again.  For someone who had been dying to talk to Lea, it was odd that
the girl was completely ignoring her.

      	"She can't see me anymore," said the Goddess

      	"But you spoke to her," said Ken.

      	"She didn't, doesn't, actually hear me.  She just received the
impression that she would be able to speak to me later," replied the
Goddess.  "Now please, concentrate on the task at hand."

    	Once again, Ken closed his eyes.  The network of energy lines were
concentrated the highest in Tina's groin area, surprise, surprise.  He
put his hand on her stomach and concentrated  on 'cooling' the energy
that pooled there by pulling on it rather than dousing it.  It wasn't
easy, but he started to get the hang of it.

      	Once he got the knack, the initial inrush of energy was amazing.
 Ken grew thick and hard in his shorts, which was just a bit
uncomfortable.  He got more uncomfortable as he absorbed more and more
of the energy.  He began using the techniques he normally employed to
release the energy to his Goddess and that took the edge off his own
arousal.  Which was a good thing.  He wondered how Tina had managed to
deal with this all day and wished Sally had called him sooner.

      	Finally, Ken sensed that the energy in Tina's body had returned
to a more normal level and he took his hand away.  The teen opened her
eyes and smiled a lazy, comfortable smile.  Then she fell dead asleep.

      	Ken was ragingly horny, so he wouldn't be sleeping any time
soon.  Jane smiled at him, able to feel his present state, and said, "I
don't think that we'll disturb her, Master."  She began crawling toward
him, her movements sinuous and very erotic.  By the time she got there,
he'd removed his shorts and pulled her mouth onto his rigid pole.

      	Jane swallowed, talking his thick rod into her throat.  He was
too big to breathe around, and she enjoyed the sensation of him roughly
taking her mouth while she struggled to get enough air.  She actually
came when he did, receiving permission just before he exploded.

      	Ken wasn't finished though, and literally tore Jane's clothing
off.  The cloth ripped like paper and he roughly grabbed one breast and
squeezed.

      	"Oh yesssss," moaned the woman.

      	Their lovemaking was neither soft nor quiet, and Jane was
thoroughly used before they were both sated.  Tina never stirred.

      	When they finished, Jane looked around at the shreds of her
clothing.

      	"And you wonder why we don't wear clothes in the mansion," she
joked.

      	Ken kissed her and smiled, then picked the teen up off the
ground and carried her upstairs putting her in her bedroom.  She never
woke.  Later, after dinner, Ken and Ari spoke about what had happened,
but neither could figure out what was going on.  Ken was unable to get
an answer out of Lea, either.

      	It was close to one in the morning, when Ken awoke.  Tina was in
the Garden.  And she wasn't alone.

+++++

      	The last thing Tina remembered was wanting Ken and Jane to have
sex with her in the worst way.  She would have done anything at all
that they wanted to get relief from the almost unnatural desire that
had claimed her.  Now, sitting out in the Garden, looking at the stars
again, she felt a little ashamed of that feeling.

      	"You should not be," came the voice that Tina had been hoping to
hear.  That didn't mean that she wasn't startled by it.  She was, since
she hadn't heard anyone enter the Garden.

      	"I should not be what?" asked Tina as she turned.

      	Once again, the stunning beauty of the woman almost overwhelmed
her.  This time though, she seemed prepared for it.  Well, at least she
didn't faint or something equally as embarrassing.

      	"Ashamed of your wants," said the woman.

      	"You're Lea," said Tina.

      	Lea nodded.

      	Tina was at a loss for something to say.  All the questions, all
the accusations that she might have uttered sounded ridiculous now that
she was no longer suffering from the fever or what ever it had been.
Really, like as beautiful as this woman was, to think that she was a
Goddess was insane.

      	"Tell me Tina," said Lea, "what is it that you want?"

      	"Huh?"  The question caught her completely off guard.

      	"You look at the stars often.  Would you like to go there?"

      	Tina snorted.  "Of course. But that's not going to happen in my
lifetime."

      	"You could contribute greatly to it happening at all," replied
Lea.

      	Tina felt sad as she thought of what she knew of human kind.  At
fifteen, it wasn't a huge amount, but unlike many fifteen year olds,
she did keep track of her nations policies, and the happenings going on
in her country.  Not only did what went on alarm her, it saddened her
as well.

      	"Even if we had the power of faster than light travel right this
second, we'd never use it," Tina said.  "Just the fact that we had that
kind of power would mean that there would be tons of other advances in
science.  Most of 'em would be regulated out of existence.  Then the
big business and their lawyers would get involved, and that would be
that."

      	"It doesn't have to be that way, you know," replied the woman.

      	Tina realized that she'd been distracted from her train of
thought by the woman's questions.  Not a bad thing considering that her
train of thought was something only a lunatic would come up with.

      	"Do you think," asked the woman, "that there is life on other
planets?"

      	"Yes," replied Tina.

      	"Do you think that we know everything there is to know about
this planet?"

      	Tina chuckled.  "Not by a long shot."

      	"Then when Kenneth asks you to join us, what will you say?"

      	Tina was silent.

      	"Without science, life can be very difficult.  Science fills so
many needs of human kind," said the woman.  "But humans need more than
just cold facts.  They want more than just what they can touch.  Those
are the needs of the spirit.  But science and faith don't have to be at
odds."

	"Science is based on fact, not faith," said Tina.

      	"Correct" Lea said.  "Perhaps the existence of the Gods is as
much of a truth as the science of splitting an atom.  It is just that,
for a very long time, there has been no way for the existence of the
Gods to be proven. "

      	Something in Tina shifted and it felt like a window had opened
inside her.  It was silent in the Garden long after Lea disappeared.
And Tina saw her disappear.  One second the woman had been there, and
the next, she was gone.

      	Tina sat there until just after dawn, staring up into the sky.
At times tears flowed down her cheeks.  Sometimes she knew the reason,
other times she did not.  Thoughts whirled through her brain,
possibilities glimpsed and were gone.  The sun began to rise, the sky
turned many shades of pink and blue and the shadows began to lift.
Light began flooding the world again and with it, came a clarity of
thought for the girl.  As yellows dominated the sky and the fire of the
huge ball in the center of their solar system began to spread over the
mansion, Tina made her decision.  She realized, as she stumbled up to
bed, that she'd known the answer all along.  She'd just been waiting
for the right question.
      
      End Chapter 6

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