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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 8

    	Monday was sort of a screwed up day for Ken.  He rose late, since
they hadn't gotten to bed until dawn.  Then, he was halfway to class
when he realized that he was going to the wrong class at the dojo.
Since he was attending the advanced class now, it was at a different
time.  Grumbling, he decided to stop in and see how Joan was.  He
hadn't seen her since she'd been over last week and they hadn't heard
from her.  With everything going on with Tina, he hadn't thought to try
and contact Joan and wondered if Eric had.  If so, he hadn't told Ken.

    	He was quickly shown into her office. As soon as he entered it, he
knew something was wrong.

    	She didn't look good.  Despite the cleverly applied makeup, he
could tell that she was pale and her eyes were darkened by lack of
sleep.  Joan was very upset.

    	He started to move towards her for a hug, but a slight movement on
her part, a barely perceptible stiffening, told him that she didn't
want one.  He thought about reading her, but decided against it.  He
didn't want to start relying on something that had already proven
unreliable.  After all, he couldn't read Sensei and could barely read
Chad most of the time.

    	He stopped a step from her and said, "Joan.  I... are you okay?
You look like you haven't been sleeping."

    	Joan looked at Ken.  She was still so attracted to him, that it
almost made her nuts.  Her body remembered his and began to ache in
places it shouldn't.  But now she knew.  And, knowing, she could ignore
it ... mostly.  It didn't make her body ache less, though.

    	"I'm... fine.  Mostly," she lied.

    	She had had about six hours of sleep since she'd left the mansion,
and her day with Sally, Eric and Christine.  At her age, that was a bad
thing.  She was no longer twenty-something and able to go for days
without any sleep.

    	Ken looked at her and said, "You're not.  That's easy to see.
What's wrong?"

    	Tears filled Joan's eyes.  What was wrong?  How about being shown
that everything she ever thought she wanted was only a small part of
the picture of her life?  How about the fact that what she wanted was
right there, right in front of her, but that it was someone else's life
and something that she could never have?  What was wrong?  Nothing.
Everything.

    	"I... I don't think it would be a good idea to see... you again,"
she replied, letting out a shuddering breath.

    	Now Ken decided that it was time to take a look at what was going
on.  When he did, he mentally shook his head in wonder.  It was amazing
how deeply ingrained social conditioning went and just how unaware of
it people were.  Himself included, if these last weeks were any
indication.  He wondered what other pitfalls awaited him.

    	"I see," he said in a neutral voice.

    	Since he knew what was going on, he had some idea of how to handle
it.  Experience was rapidly teaching him that he still had a lot to
learn about how to deal with difficult situations, but he hoped that
this would work.

    	"I'm sorry if we did something to offend or hurt you Joan.  I hope
you know that was never our intention."

    	"Yeah," she said, sniffing a bit.  "Sometimes things just don't
work out they way you thought they would."

    	"I'll be leaving now," Ken said gently.

    	She sniffed again, and looked at her desk, so upset that it never
occurred to her that his reaction was completely abnormal.  Surely,
he'd want to know what was going on with her.

    	"Yes, I think that's best."

     	Ken walked to the door and opened it.

    	"I don't want to pry, but if you decide you want to talk, you know
how to get hold of us."

    	"Yes.  But... I'd... I'd appreciate it if you'd tell Eric and
Sally that I won't be around anymore," she said.

    	"That," he said as he walked out, "is one thing I won't do.  If
you want to hurt the rest of us, then fine.  But if you want to hurt
Eric and Sally, two people who have fallen quite in love with you, I'm
afraid you'll have to do that yourself."

    	He closed the door and walked out.

    	Ken managed to lose himself in the movements of his art during
class.  Chad was there, and Ken managed to discretely find out that he
worked classes four days a week to pay for his training.  Ken wasn't
sure why Sensei was wasting his time with Chad.  It was clear that he
was unable -- or at least unwilling -- to learn the deeper lessons of
the art that Ken had once had a good start on and hoped to learn again.

      	Sensei did a lot more one-on-one work in this class, and spent a
fair amount of time with Ken.  Ken never realized until after the class
that Sensei had run him through a smattering of techniques in several
belt levels, including those that were at second-degree black-belt
level.  There had been updates to many of them, but it didn't take Ken
long to incorporate the changes and adjust his old patterns.  Once he
learned the new way, it stayed with him.

      	It was a most satisfactory lesson.

      	"Why aren't you wearing a black belt?" asked Nikki, the blonde
that Ken had seen arrive at Sensei's apartment last Friday.

      	"Because I don't feel comfortable wearing one," he replied with
a smile.

      	"Hmm," she said with a bright smile.  "Why do I think that's not
the whole answer?"

      	"I can tell you my answer is 100 percent truthful," Ken smiled.

      	"A lie is a great way to tell the truth," she said.

      	"You've been spending too much time with Sensei," grinned Ken.

      	The woman looked at him for a second, glanced around, then
grinned and moved a bit closer to him.  Then, since her gi top was
already open, she pulled her tank-top down to expose just the top of
one breast, and not very much at that.  Even though she was short --
about 5'1" -- she had full, C-cup breasts.  The small portion of the
one that he saw had a bruise that could only have been caused by a
tightly tied rope.

      	"Too much?" she said softly.  "I only wish it could be more."

      	Between how she had greeted Sensei on Friday and now this little
display, Ken was sure of two things:  One, she was Sensei's slave.
Two, she was baiting him.

      	"Hmm," he smiled.  "That's very nice.  I certainly hope there
are others to match it."

      	Her large, gray eyes widened slightly, then she smiled a
devastatingly sexy smile.

      	"Oh, yes.  Quite a few," she replied.

    	"I'm glad to see he uses his... time ... well."

    	"Sensei uses everything well,"  she said, waggling her eyebrows.

    	Ken burst out laughing, and Nikki quickly joined him.

    	"Oh, I see that beautiful, tiny redhead is here to pick you up,"
remarked Nikki in an innocent voice.  "She looks so very... fragile."

    	"Careful, Nikki," replied Ken with a big grin.  "Not only is she
not fragile, but she can be very... predatory."

    	"Sensei is very forward-thinking about these sorts of things.  Do
you think she'd like him?" asked Nikki with a smirk.

    	In point of fact, Arianwen thought Sensei Turcotte was very
handsome, and she had been quite intrigued when Ken mentioned his
suspicions that Sensei had a slave.  While Ken and Nikki had spoken a
number of times in the past weeks, her opening up to him today was
somewhat of a surprise.  While things like that happened between
people, Ken sensed there was more going on.

    	"She has remarked that he's very attractive," said Ken. "I should
probably get ready to head out."

    	"Okay," said Nikki brightly.  "See ya soon."

    	"Yup." he smiled, then paused.  "Oh, and by the way, when I said
she had a bit of a predatory streak?  I meant that Sensei might not be
her only prey."

    	Nikki got a very surprised look on her face, then burst out
laughing again.

    	Ken went over to Ari when he got out of the locker room.  She was
smiling and talking to Sensei.  He caught a bit of the conversation as
he walked up.

    	"... always thought it was beautiful to watch.  Someday, I'd
really like to learn it.  Formally, I mean," she said.

    	"And are you learning it informally now?" asked Sensei.

    	At that point, Ken's stomach clenched.  If Sensei found out he was
teaching Arianwen, the man would be within his rights to throw Ken out
of the dojo.  Ken was a white belt.  They don't teach students.  Ari
picked up on his alarm.

    	"Uh, no... that's not exactly what I meant..." she said,
completely unable to smoothly lie her way out of the conversation.

    	"Well," smiled Sensei.  "I'm sure that when whomever's teaching
you decides it's time, he'll send you to me for more formal training."

    	The man had glanced at Ken when he said that, surprising Ken a
great deal.  It was now obvious that Sensei knew that Ken was training
Arianwen -- and possibly others -- and apparently had no objection to
it.

    	"Ken," he said, turning to face his student.  "If this lovely lady
ever decides to train formally, I'm sure we can find a place here for
her, and perhaps others that you think would benefit from my
instruction.  How did the class work out for you today?"

    	"Great, actually," replied Ken.

    	Damn, he wished he could read the man.  But it was almost like
there was no one standing there.  Totally weird, to say the least.

    	"Excellent.  Then I'll see you tomorrow.  Good day to you both,"
he said as he walked off.

    	"Why," asked Arianwen, "do I think I missed half that
conversation?"

    	"I'll explain later," replied her husband.

    	Ari shrugged, then glanced over at a woman who appeared to be
watching them intently.

    	"Who's that?" she asked.

    	Ken didn't even have to look to know who Ari was talking about.

    	"That," he said leaning close to Ari, "is Nikki.  She is Sensei's
slave."

    	"Cool," she said with a lazy smile that indicated that if he
didn't get her out of here, Nikki might find herself confronted by the
Minx.  While she might be able to resist Arianwen, Ken didn't want to
bet on it.  And until he got a better idea of where Sensei stood on
various subjects, he wasn't about to let anything untoward happen.

    	"Slave," he said in a voice that immediately got Ari's attention.
"This would be a bad time."

    	He noticed that his tone of voice didn't help matters.  He could
feel his wife react to him and could see her ringed nipples poking
though her thin shirt.

    	"Yes, Master," she said, her face a bit flushed.

    	"Let's go."

    	Once back at the mansion, Ken puttered around, trying to think of
a way to tell Eric and Sally about the conversation he'd had with Joan.
 Then it occurred to him that he'd asked Eric and Sally to tell Joan
how things were around here.  He wondered what they'd told her.

    	As it turned out, nothing.  Eric looked somewhat abashed when he
said that they'd gotten too distracted when the woman was with them to
spend time talking about things like that.

    	"I don't know," said Eric, "it's just weird.  Sally and I talked
later, and being with Joan is just not like being with anyone else
here.  I mean, you know that we love you guys, but Joan is just ...
different.  Special, somehow."

    	"Well, special or not, she's one really freaked-out woman at the
moment.  I saw her today, and she's not looking good," replied Ken.

    	He went on to tell them about the conversation he'd had with Joan.
 Sally got upset, and Eric looked like he didn't know what to do.

    	"I should call her," he said.  "Talk to her.  I'm sure that we can
find some way to work things out."

    	"I think you can, too," said Ken carefully, "but I don't think you
should call her.  I think you need to wait until she calls you."

    	"What if she doesn't call?" asked Sally with tears in her eyes.

    	"I think she will," replied Ken.  "Wait until Saturday and then
call her, if she doesn't contact you.  Most likely, time is one of the
things she needs to work this out."

    	He saw the idea didn't make either one of them particularly happy.
 But they were willing to go along with it.  Ken hoped he was right,
but knew that when people were concerned, nothing was a certainty.

+++++

    	It was Wednesday when Tina wandered onto the patio by the pool,
and Ken just knew she was looking to play.  She'd spent the last two
days wandering around giving off the sort of glow that comes from
having the best sex of your life.  She'd slept with him, Jane and Ari
each night, joyously making love with the three of them.  Ken would
have thought that she'd use her new-found status to at least sleep with
Eric and Sally, but she'd shown no inclination to do so.  Today, it was
obvious, to him at least, that she had a very specific purpose in mind
as she walked onto the patio.

    	Bill was sitting on one of the chairs, under an umbrella of
course, and typing furiously on a laptop that was sitting on the table.
 It was connected to the housenet, and he was completely lost in what
he was doing.  Genie, who'd decided to take a vacation day, was lying
next to him, but she was in the sun.  Ken looked at her and wondered
why she'd been chosen as a Priestess.  Annette he could understand: she
was an amazing artist, and Lea had told him to gather the best artists
he could find.  She had also told him to find people who excelled in
other areas as well; technology, for instance.  Genie, he knew, worked
with data at work.  He wasn't sure exactly what she did, but aside from
the fact that she was a very sexual person and fit in very well here,
he had no idea if she had talents that went beyond that.  Of course,
that might not matter.  Her talent might very well be that she loved
sex, was good at it, and that was that.

    	Tina sat down in the lounge right next to Genie.  She had a can of
whipped cream in her hand, which she shook up.  She tilted her head
back and sprayed a healthy jet of it into her open mouth.  The noise
made Genie open her eyes and look over at her.  Tina grinned and
offered the can.

    	Genie smiled and reached for it, but Tina shook her head and
leaned over to position the can over Genie's mouth.  She triggered the
nozzle and filled up Genie's mouth, then shook up the can and sprayed
more into her own.  When Genie indicated she wanted more, Tina obliged
with a smile.  Then, as Genie was swallowing, Tina sprayed a large glob
of it right on Genie's right breast.  The cold of the whipped cream
caused Genie to give a muffled yell.

    	After she swallowed, she looked at Tina, who was sitting there
with a look of complete innocence on her face, and said, "Now, you
clean that up!"

    	Genie didn't know Tina very well, or she'd have been watching her
more carefully.  Ken *was* watching carefully, and almost laughed out
loud as Tina bent to lick off the whipped cream she'd sprayed on
Genie's tanned breast.  Because as she sucked Genie's nipple into her
mouth, she positioned the nozzle over Genie's naked sex, which was
vulnerable because her legs were slightly spread.  Tina let loose with
the cream, coating Genie's sex as she pulled her mouth off the rigid
nipple. Genie's shriek actually got Bill's attention.

    	Naturally, a wrestling match ensued between the two women.  Tina
was pretty fast, but Genie had started to develop the speed and
strength of a Priestess and soon caught her.  The wrestling match
certainly kept Bill's attention, and Genie ended up on top.

    	She sat just below Tina's breasts, her now-slick pussy smearing
cream on the girl's pale skin. She held Tina's hands on the ground over
her head with one hand, and menaced the teenager with the can in the
other.  Tina just stuck her tongue out and got it sprayed for her
trouble.  Genie quickly reached behind her and doused the teen's sex
with a large spurt.  The cold cream made Tina yell and try to twist
Genie off, but the older woman wasn't having any of that.

    	"You give up?" asked Genie, grinning.

    	"No way," said Tina.

    	"Okay," said Genie and shifted just a little.

    	Tina quickly took advantage of the opening and flipped over,
trying to get up, only to find it had been a ruse.  Genie now had her
right where she wanted her and proceeded to coat the other girl's ass
crack with whipped cream.  Now, however, they were both slippery with
sweat and whipped cream, and Tina managed to turn over again and slip
one hand free.  Genie moved the can out of the way, but that wasn't
what Tina was going for.  She got a grip on the other woman's hair and,
as their eyes met, slowly pulled her down for a deep kiss.  Genie
groaned, and Tina broke it off and whispered something in her ear.
They both stood up.

    	Bill, who had gone back to the computer, looked up just as Genie
put her sticky hands on his chest.

    	"Hey," he protested, "Wha... ?"

    	Tina aimed the nozzle at his mouth and pushed the button.  It
mostly got his mouth, but it also got his chest as Genie pulled the
chair away from the table.  It wasn't long before all three of them
were smeared with whipped cream and the can had run out.  Ken actually
considered getting them another can, but decided against it.  Tina had
accomplished her purpose.

    	The girl sank down on Bill's rigid cock as his girlfriend
positioned it.  Genie guided it into Tina's pussy, and the girl gave a
satisfied groan that matched his.  Genie gently pushed Tina forward as
she rode Bill and started licking her asshole.

    	"There, oh Goddess, I want it there," said Tina.

    	Genie jumped up and ran inside, quickly returning with some lube.
Then she spent a few minutes licking and sucking, getting Tina all
ready for the rod that would soon take her anal virginity by pushing
her tongue, then her fingers into the girl.  Then, as the moment
approached, Tina pulled off, and Genie guided Bill into her other hole.
 Between her saliva, and the thick juices that coated Bill's cock,
the lube wasn't needed.

    	It was a tight fit, that was for sure, but they both enjoyed the
feeling.  Genie sat beside the two of them as they kissed and made
love.  She tweaked Tina's nipples and noted that Tina was like her
sister in that she loved hard nipple play.  Tina groaned and tugged on
one of Genie's nipples.  Bill came, filling Tina's back hole, and Tina
came from feeling him squirt inside her.  She pulled off him with a
sucking sound, and Genie was immediately there, licking and sucking his
cock.  Soon, Genie was in a sixty-nine position with Bill while she and
Tina sucked him back to hardness.  That didn't take very long, and
Genie groaned as she felt his tongue push into her back hole.  She
lifted up, and Tina sat down on his cock again, this time taking it
into her slick pussy.  She rode him for a long time, cumming several
times herself.  Genie had an orgasm too, as Bill licked her asshole and
Tina rubbed her clit.  When Bill came again, Tina slid off his cock.

    	She was still on fire, and so was Genie.  Bill sat back and
watched as his girlfriend licked and sucked his cum out of both of the
teen's holes.  It was an amazing sight, that was for sure.  The redhead
lay back, her pale skin shining in the sun, as the slightly taller,
darker-skinned woman licked and sucked her to several more orgasms.  To
his surprise, he got hard again.  He put it to good use, sliding it
into Genie's rear hole, which was  slippery from all the juice that had
seeped out of her pussy.  She groaned deep in her throat as he pushed
in, quickly widening her and giving her no time to get used to him.
She loved that, and he knew it.

    	Finally, Tina switched around into a sixty-nine with Genie,
licking and sucking her soaked pussy, while Bill rammed her asshole.
Just the sights and smells of what was going on were almost enough to
put Tina over the edge.  Combine that with what Genie was doing to her
pussy, and Tina's orgasm seemed to last forever.  Finally, they
collapsed in a heap, everyone very well satisfied.

    	"That was amazing," said Bill.

    	Now that the action was over, he was trying very hard to ignore
the fact that he and his girlfriend had just had sex with a
fifteen-year-old.  He mentioned that he still had a lot of work to do
and got up to head for the shower, gathering up the laptop as he did
so.

    	Genie and Tina stayed, stroking each other lightly.  Tina started
working her way down Genie's body and, when she got there, tentatively
licked her slightly-distended back hole, tasting mainly cum.  It wasn't
long before she was driving Genie up toward yet another orgasm, rubbing
her clit and sucking Bill's cum from her body.  Genie yelled when she
came, then collapsed on the ground, panting.

    	"Goddess, you're just like your sister.  A little minx," panted
Genie.  She flopped over onto her back and looked at a grinning Tina.
"How are we going to survive the two of you?"

    	Tina leaned in to kiss her, and Genie surrendered to the kiss,
tasting her lover's cum on Tina's mouth.  Finally, she broke away and
headed upstairs to find Bill.  Tina wandered over to the outside shower
and washed off the sweat and whatever leftover whipped cream there was.
 She sat down next to Ken when she finished.

    	"You planned that, didn't you?" he asked.

    	"Kinda," she replied, smiling shyly. "I mean, I was pretty sure
that you'd make love with me, if I wanted, but Genie's another
Priestess, and I was hoping to entice her and Bill.  I don't think that
he would have done it with me any other way.  When he left, I could
tell that he was a little uncomfortable because I'm so young."

    	"I'm sure he'll get over it," replied Ken.  "He's pretty far along
the path himself.  I mean, he came, what, three times in an hour?  Nice
recovery rate."

    	"I guess," said Tina.

    	Ken remembered that Tina had very little practical experience.
She'd really only been with him, and he was hardly typical of most men.
 He could cum about as often as he wanted to.  Bill was not a Priest,
but was getting some of the benefits of being a follower.  However,
*Bill's* main sexual experiences were with someone of the Circle, so he
had no idea that his abilities weren't all that normal either.
Certainly it wasn't unheard of for a man to cum that often, but he knew
that Bill and Genie -- or Bill and someone -- made love daily, and he
never had a difficult time cumming or getting it up.  That was unusual.
 He wondered how long it would be before Bill figured that out.

    	"It is, trust me," smiled Ken.  "You're getting spoiled here, you
know.  People outside the Circle don't have sex the same way we do."

    	"Well," said the girl brightly, "I guess I'll just have to do a
larger sampling."

    	Ken laughed and she leaned over to kiss him.  Surprisingly, or
perhaps not, it wasn't long before she was sliding down his wide rod,
slowly engulfing him in her tight pussy.  She rode him hard, the pain
just adding to her pleasure.  When he started roughly pulling her
nipples, she came hard, then came again when he slammed into her
cervix, dumping his cum in her tight tunnel.  She loved every second of
it, and Ken knew she was wondering if she'd be able to get him inside
her other hole.  He thought she needed more time to adjust, but one
never knew.  Tina was a very determined young woman.

    	The next morning, he saw how determined as she joined her sister,
Jane and Eric in the practice room.

    	Ken looked at her.  She just shrugged and smiled.  "Hey, since you
didn't protect me from Genie yesterday, I figured I'd better learn how
to defend myself."

    	"I see.  Well, c'mon and join in, for now.  We'll talk later," he
said.

    	It was probably time, he realized, that he break down and start
getting everyone to take self-defense seriously.

    	Tina proved very adept at learning what he was teaching.  Like the
others, he only had to show her once and, while she didn't get the
motions down perfectly, he could see she was on the way.  He didn't
have to remind her what the moves were, just how to do them.  It was
the same with everyone.  It was clear that the women were far more
vicious than the men were when it came to sparring.  Not that anyone
went nuts, but they were very serious about it, and Tina picked up on
that.

    	Afterwards, Tina, Jane and Ken jumped in the shower for a
much-needed wash.  When they asked Ari if she would join them, she
declined.

    	"I'm meeting Sandy in a few," she said.

    	"I thought you didn't like mountain biking?" remarked Jane.

    	"I don't," said the Minx, giving them an evil grin.  She kissed
everyone, then was gone.

    	Ken spent some time before his class wondering if he should
require everyone to learn some level of self-defense.  He didn't really
want to.  People who weren't interested wouldn't learn it very well.
Just at that moment, he heard the faint crack of a gunshot.

    	He focused in on it quickly and discovered that Jane had
apparently gotten hold of a rifle.  He knew she had wanted to and was
glad that Lenny had been able to help her.  Which brought him to
another thought:  Should everyone learn to shoot?

    	Maybe, maybe not.  But they really should learn some basic
firearms safety, and Goddess knew *he* couldn't teach them.  Not only
that, but he didn't know anyone who knew anyone that could teach them.
In fact, he wondered where the hell Jane had even learned how to load
whatever gun she now possessed.  She probably asked for instruction at
the place where she'd bought it.  She wasn't stupid by any means.  He
decided to ask her later.

      +++++

    	The week passed rather quickly.  Nikki flirted with him a bit
every class, also eying Jane when she came to see him at the studio.
She actually joined the conversation that Sensei started with Jane and
Ken, managing to brush up against his wife.  Accidentally, of course.
Jane, of course, noticed, and Ken felt her 'push' against Nikki just a
bit.  The blonde's eyes slitted as a slow trickle of sexual energy slid
along her nerves.  Ken was sure that Sensei noticed the interplay. Not
that he gave any indication that he was aware it.  However, Ken was
certain that Sensei noticed everything that went on around him, despite
the lack of indication that he did.  How Ken knew this, he wasn't sure,
but he sure as hell wasn't interested in seeing what would happen if he
tried to take Sensei unawares.  It might be interesting to see someone
else try that, though.

        	Eric and Sally had grown more unhappy as the days passed with
no call from Joan.  Ken knew that it was very difficult for them to
wait for a call that might never come, but he was sure that if they
called her, she'd find a way to deny what she wanted and leave them all
for good.

      	While they were in the main study Friday night, the phone rang,
and Eric shot out of his chair like a bullet to get it.  When it was
plain that it was Joan, Ken signaled for Sally to stay with her husband
and everyone left the room.  The conversation went on for quite a
while, because it was almost an hour later when Eric opened the doors
and Ken, Arianwen and Jane went back in.

      	"Well?" asked Ken when they sat down.

      	"She's willing to talk to us.  If we go to her house, " he
replied.

      	Sally was sagging with relief and sat back on the couch,
releasing the tension in her body; she had been hunched over, hugging
herself during the conversation.

      	"When?" asked Ken.

      	"Tomorrow."

      	"And who is 'us'?"

      	Eric looked uncomfortable for a second.  "Sally and I."

      	Ken stood and walked over, then put a hand on the larger man's
shoulder.  Jane and Arianwen flowed around Sally, laying their heads on
her and holding her.

      	"My friend," said Ken, "You know you have our best wishes with
this.  We'll do whatever we can to help you, if you need it.  And if
you need space, you've got that, too."

      	Eric smiled.

      	"Thanks, man," he said.  "I mean, I know that you were the one
who..."

      	"Eric," smiled Ken, "you gotta be kidding me.  Why would I have
a hang-up over that?  It's clear to anyone with eyes that you three
belong together.  As I said, if there's anything we can do to help,
you've got it."

      	Eric and Sally got little sleep that night.  For reasons that
they just couldn't understand, the upcoming talk with Joan had them
totally freaked.  It was almost like they were going in for some exotic
surgery, which, if it failed, would have a devastating effect on their
lives.  Finally, when it was almost dawn, they slept.
      
      End Chapter 2-8

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