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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 10

      	Ken awoke to the feel of a set of lips around the head of his
semi-hard cock.  Arianwen's lips, in fact.  She wasn't giving him a
blow job -- just holding him in her mouth, gently sucking.  He knew
what she wanted, and she smiled up at him just as he began to fill her
mouth.  She moaned as she quickly swallowed what he had to offer, then
got into a reverse cowboy position on his hard cock.

      	It wasn't long before she shifted and he speared her other hole.
 Jane was awake too, and he knew she was licking and sucking Ari's
pussy while she slowly milked his cock with the strong muscles in her
asshole.  She had several shuddering orgasms with him finally pounding
into her small body, then slid off him.  Jane quickly took his cock in
her mouth and sucked him to another orgasm while Ari played with Jane's
clit ring.  She was not gentle, and Jane, as she sucked Ken's cock,
soon started begging him for an orgasm.  He let her cum, while he was
filling her mouth.  Very nice way to start the day.

      	While they were in the shower, he thought about Ari and how
tight she still was.  He was beginning to think that, because she was a
Priestess, her body had changed to receive and give the maximum amount
of sexual pleasure it could.  Apparently, that translated into a tight
fit for her male partners.  He also realized that it wasn't just her.
All the Priestesses were very tight, but Joan had loosened considerably
after spending a weekend being used by the men here.

      	Speaking of Joan, he wondered how things were going.  When he
showed up in his practice room -- Arianwen and Jane with him -- Tina
was already waiting.  So were Annette and Gary.  Seeing that now was
not the time to start a discussion about training people, he just
started everyone on warm-ups and launched into the daily routine.

      	"Holy shit," panted Gary when they were finished.  "You do that
every day?  My legs feel like rubber."

      	Ken smiled and said, "No, I take some days off.  But I think
that we need to figure out this training thing, because while I feel
qualified to run you guys through some of the basics, I'm certainly not
a Master.  If you're serious about the arts, then you need to train
with one, not with me."

      	"Hell, I'll think about it if I can still move tomorrow,"
grinned Gary.

      	Ken had picked today for his first flight with an instructor.
He was really looking forward to it, but considering Arianwen's
reaction, didn't feel that it would be a smart move to tell her.  It
wasn't as if she didn't know he'd be up in the air, eventually.  But
there was no reason to push her face in it.

      	Thinking of that led him to remember the conversation with Lea
that he'd had.  Her oblique suggestion that he ask Genie to look into
what had happened to Ari's father was strange, to say the least.  Genie
had left for the mall with Annette, so Ken thought he'd talk to Bill.
The guy probably already had a tap into whatever computer held the
information.

      	"Hey, Bill," greeted Ken.  "How's it goin'?"

      	"Good," he replied.  Apparently he'd gotten over whatever had
been bothering him the other night.

      	"Do you think you could find out some info for me?" asked Ken.

      	"Maybe," said Bill.  "Depends on what it is.  Genie is really
better at tracking down certain types of data than I am."

      	"Oh?" asked Ken.  Bill, admitting that Genie was better at a
computer thing than him?  "I thought that Genie and Sally gave you guys
a hard time whenever you started to geek out."

      	"She's not really into hardware, or even software.  She likes
theoretical mathematics and loves anything to do with cryptology,"
replied Bill.

      	Ken blinked in surprise, but Bill wasn't finished.

      	"She's also amazing at getting information out of computers.  I
mean, it's almost instinctive.  Weird, man.  I call her the ferret.
But don't tell her I told you that.  She doesn't want people to know
how good she is."

      	"How good is she?" asked Ken.

      	"Very.  I mean, Eric and I are great with math.  But he's way
into hardware --  robotics and especially nano stuff.  My thing is
code.  Genie's is coming up with really weird ways to break codes.  She
suggested all kinds of ways to burn through the firewall I wrote after
I showed her the algorithms.  Some worked, some didn't.  But she helped
me change the algorithm and rewrite parts of my software to plug the
holes.  Apparently, she's into the whole quantum cryptology thing.
It's hot stuff, but way out there.  I get some of it, but she's really
into it."

      	"How long ago did this start?" asked Ken.

      	"She said it's been a hobby of hers for years," replied Bill.
"She told me the only reason she took the job where you used to work
was because it used so little of her brain that she could spend most of
her time doin' research on this other stuff."

      	That set Ken back.  He was silent as he thought of the
ramifications of this.

      	"Don't tell her I told you.  She's kinda embarrassed about it,
ya know?  Doesn't wanna be thought of as a geek."  He paused, then
looked at Ken.  "I'm telling you though, she's really good.  I've been
working on a program for years.  It's pretty good, but once she
understood what I was trying to do, it got better real fast.  And that
firewall I told you about?  Well... never mind."

      	"What?" asked Ken.

      	"Well, it's not ready for prime time, yet.  When it is, then
we'll talk.  Sound good?"

      	"Sure," said Ken.  "I guess when I get back, I'll ask her help
to get the info I was interested in."

      	"Maybe I should ask her, instead," said Bill.  "I mean, like I
said, she doesn't want it broadcast that she's into this stuff."

      	Ken thought for a moment.  "Well, I really need to speak to her
about what she can and can't do.  Do you think maybe you can find a way
to send her my way?"

      	Bill shrugged.  "I guess.  Just don't rag on her for not telling
you, okay?"

      	"No worries about that," smiled Ken.  "Hell, I'm impressed just
hearing you tell me what she can do."  Ken started to leave, then
paused at Bill's hesitant expression.  "Was there something else?" Ken
asked.

      	Bill let out a sigh, then said, "She'd kill me if she found out
I told you, but, well, we have some good equipment here.  But there's
stuff that'll blow this hardware away out on the market.  Real
bleeding-edge stuff that might actually be able to help test some of
the theories she's come up with."

      	"And?"

      	"It's real expensive stuff."

      	"How expensive?" asked Ken.

      	"Like around a hundred grand."

      	Ken's eyes went wide.  A hundred-thousand dollars?  Must be some
serious hardware.

      	"Why doesn't she want to work in a lab somewhere?  I mean, if
she's as good as you say, then she'd have no problem getting a
position," said Ken.

      	"You'd have to ask her about that," replied Bill in a voice that
told Ken that he knew exactly why Genie wasn't in a research lab.

      	"Spec out the machine," said Ken.  "We'll see what we can do."

      	"You serious?" asked Bill, his whole face lighting up with
excitement.  "I mean, it wouldn't be just her that could use it.  My
stuff could really benefit, and I'm sure that Eric could get some real
use out of it, too."

      	"As I said, we'll see what we can do," replied Ken as he walked
out.  This conversation had given him a lot to think about.

      	He'd wondered why Genie had been included in the Circle, and now
he knew.  He recalled Lea's words regarding the type of people he
should try and recruit: "Those with ... skills in the sciences,
especially these computers that you are so fond of..."  While he didn't
think that worshiping Lea should be a closed thing, he had no intention
of bringing in people that could offer nothing beyond a good fuck.
Harsh, but that was the way of it.  Eventually, if things panned out,
there would be plenty of people worshiping Lea.  Not everyone who did
would become Circle, however, and certainly not everyone would become a
High Priest or Priestess.

      +++++

      	Ken's first flight was nothing short of amazing.  Really
amazing.  The instructor turned the controls over to him once they were
in the air.  Of course, Ken had not been allowed to pilot during take
off, but that was fine with him.  Takeoff and landing were the most
dangerous parts of a flight.  But once they were in the air, Ken felt
almost like his brain switched over to a different frame of reference.
On the ground, he tended to think of things in a two dimensional way,
but in the air, he  just added in the Z axis without conscious thought.

      	After flying around for about fifteen minutes, with Ken at the
controls, the instructor looked at him a bit funny.  Ken didn't notice
-- he was too absorbed in this incredible new experience.

      	"Ken, do you realize that's the second time you've done that?"
asked Jerry, his instructor.

      	"Done what?" asked Ken, adjusting the trim to compensate for
some cross winds.  There were other planes in the air, but the sky
wasn't crowded, by any means, and Ken was just enjoying the ...
balance... of the plane.  He'd found it needed just a bit of trim --
not much, really, but a bit.

      	The instructor had noticed the slight adjustments as well.
"Have you ever flown before?"

      	"Nope," replied Ken.  "Did I do something wrong?"

      	"Wrong?  No. " replied the man.  "But why do you keep trimming
the plane?"

      	"Sorry," said Ken.  His concentration was still mostly on the
now-empty skies. "It seemed a little out.  Should I leave it
alone?"

      	"It's no problem.  If the plane's trimmed out, it's a little
easier to fly.  That was one of the things were were going to go over
anyway."  said the man.

      	"I'm sorry," replied Ken.  "I mean, it's not like I needed to or
anything, but I wanted to get the feel of how it handled."

      	Jerry nodded.  Perhaps Ken was telling the truth, but he didn't
think so.  It wasn't just the trimming.  It was the complete lack of
nerves.  The way he rode the unexpected turbulence when it came up.
The fact that he'd banked the plane at just the right angle to complete
the turns that Jerry had asked him to make.  No overshooting or
undershooting.  Every move spoke experienced pilot, but Ken claimed
that he wasn't.  Hmmm.

      	They completed the flying lesson, with Jerry strongly tempted to
let Ken land.  However, no matter how good the guy was in the air,
there was no way he was going to turn the plane over to him for a
landing.  Jerry was impressed, not suicidal.  If he wasn't lying and
hadn't flown before, then Ken was a natural pilot.  Perhaps he'd spent
a lot of time using PC flight simulators.  But even if he had, those
simulators couldn't possibly recreate the feel of a real plane, and
Ken's handling of the plane was super-smooth.  He was going to watch
this student very carefully.

    	Once they'd gone through debrief and Ken had filled out his flight
log with his first hours, he left.  Ken was ecstatic!  This was even
more amazing than he'd thought it would be.  He decided right then that
he'd be spending a lot of time in the air.

      	His mood did sober a bit when he thought of what Ari's likely
response would be.  That led him to remember to speak to Genie today,
get hold of Eric or Sally to find out had happened with Joan, and to
tell Jane about what had happened last night at the outer fence.  He'd
forgotten about the intrusion because of the excitement of the upcoming
flight, but now he realized that he should have reported the incident.


      	Once he got home, he went to his study where he found Jane
waiting for him.  She did not seem very pleased with something, and
despite the fact that she was kneeling naked on the floor, he could
tell it was him she was annoyed with.

      	"What's wrong, hon?" he asked.

      	Her lips tightened, then she said, "Master, as your slave, I
would never presume to question you, but as your chief of security, I'm
somewhat upset."

      	Ken blinked.  Chief of Sec... ?  "Jane," he said in an even
voice, "what the hell are you talking about?"

      	"Well, Sir, last night..."

      	"Let's start with this whole 'Chief of Security' thing," he
interrupted.

      	"Sir, someone needs to be responsible for grounds security.
Well, unless you'd like to appoint someone different, that person is
me.  I've been upgrading the security system, getting permits for the
firearms, and started taking weapons-safety courses.  I've also
enrolled in several online courses that deal with security hardware and
electronic and video surveillance, plus I've been doing a lot of
research on biometrics"

      	Ken blinked.  Well.  It looked like he just discovered what Jane
had been doing with her time.

      	"I see."  He didn't know what else to say.

      	"Sir, if you feel there's someone more suited, I will turn over
the information that I have to whomever that is."

      	"Um, no, Jane.  But you have to admit, that this is a bit of a
surprise," he replied.

      	"I'm sorry, Sir.  Until I got further along in my learning, I
didn't want to bother you.  Should I stop?"

      	"No, of course not," replied Ken.  "If you think it's a good
idea that we have better security on the grounds, then I'm all for it."
 Especially after last night, he thought.

      	"Which brings me to last night," said Jane.

      	Uh oh, thought Ken.

      	"Sir, why did you let him go?  It was clear you could have
immobilized him.  But all you did was break his night stick and let him
go."

      	Oh, Lucy, he thought, you got some 'splainin' to do.

      	Ken thought a moment, then said, "What should I have done?  He
was only on the property, not armed aside from the nightstick, and
nowhere near the house.  I would have had to drag him back to the
house, then secure him while I called the cops.  There's no doubt that
some slick lawyer would have gotten wind of how the 'New Rich Guy' --
who, by the way, had had the man fired -- was now harassing him
further."

      	"You had him fired?  From where?" asked Jane.

      	"Here.  Actually, Joan fired him because he was incompetent and
gave her a hard time when she wanted to show the mansion."

      	Jane sighed.  "What if he'd been armed?"

      	"I don't know, Jane.  What if he had?  There's no way I would
have willingly allowed him inside the mansion -- not with everyone else
asleep," replied Ken.

      	There was silence as they looked at each other for a moment.

      	"By the way, just how did you know what happened last night?"
Ken asked.

      	"I watched the video," said Jane.  "There was an alert that
someone had activated one of the cameras."

      	"How much of the property do you have under surveillance?"

      	"Not a lot," she admitted.  "Not enough, anyway.  Nothing close
to the house, and only a few spots where I thought someone might try to
get over the fence."

      	Ken sat on the floor cross-legged and facing her.

     	 "You," he said, "are wonderful."

      	She looked at him and blinked.

      	"Really.  I know we don't say it much, but I really love you,"
said Ken.

      	Surprisingly, she blushed.  It was true that they didn't say
those words to each other very often.  Mainly because they could feel
each others feelings.  Saying it out loud, oddly enough, had a lot of
impact.

      	"Thank you, Master," said Jane, looking at the carpet.  "I love
you, too.  But please, Sir, don't go after people on the property.   I
don't know what I'd do if you got hurt."  She stopped for a second,
then looked at him sharply.  "Sir, how did you just happen to be there
at the right time?"

      	"Total coincidence," replied Ken.

      	Jane looked just a bit skeptical.

      	"Really," he said.  "I often take walks at night, and I just
happened to be there when he came over."

      	"I see," said Jane, obviously unconvinced.

      	"Jane, you know that you have a good feel for who's in the
mansion and who's not, right?"

      	"Yes, Master."

      	"Well, I don't have a good feel.  I _know_.  And not only who's
in the mansion, but who's on the property, as well."

      	"But you said you didn't know he was there?"

      	"He wasn't on the property until he came over the fence,"
replied Ken.

    	Jane looked thoughtful.  Well, right up until the time that he
leaned over and kissed her.  He pulled back and looked into her deep
blue eyes.  At this point, he'd had sex with a number of very
attractive women.  But Jane was so beautiful that he still couldn't
quite believe his luck that she was his wife.  When he added Arianwen
into the mix, it was obvious that only divine intervention could have
produced such a situation.  No one could be this lucky.

    	He marveled at her slim, strong body as he pulled her down onto
the carpet.  Her scent, how she felt in his arms, her willingness and
eagerness, made their lovemaking very intense.  Still, he could tell it
had been too long since Jane had been really played with the way she
needed.  This coupling had more to do with how they felt about each
other than just physical gratification.

     	They were laying on the floor, enjoying the feel of each other's
arms, when Eric and Sally returned.  Joan was not with them.

     +++++

     	Jane and Ken were waiting in the garage for Sally and Eric.  When
he told Jane they were on the property, they both thought it was a good
idea to meet them.  Judging by their emotions, things couldn't have
gone too bad.

     	"Hey guys," said Ken.  Jane stepped forward to take Christine
from Sally's arms.  "I presume that everything went okay?"

     	"Mostly," said Eric.  "Let's go inside and talk."

     	They trooped inside and headed toward the kitchen.  Sally removed
her clothes since she needed to feed Christine anyway.  They all sat at
the table.

     	"Well?" asked Ken.

     	Eric proceeded to tell them what had happened at Joan's.  How
she'd been prepared to let them go, and what she really wanted.

     	"It took some convincing, but Joan knows that Sally and I ...
well, we love her.  It's really weird, but there you have it.  And she
feels the same way about us."

     	"So where is she?" asked Jane.

     	"At home," said Sally with a face.

     	"She said she still had a lot to think about.  I asked her to
come back, but she begged off," said Eric.  "I know she didn't want to,
but I think that she's still a little scared.  I also think it has
something to do with you."

     	"Me?" asked Ken.  "What did I do?"

     	"It's not that," replied Eric.  "You were the one who brought her
in, and I know that she's still attracted to you.  Truthfully, Sally
and I spent so much time convincing her that we wanted her, she's a
little worried about what you'll think.  It's your house, after all."

     "You know that's bullshit Eric.  This mansion is for the Circle."

     	He waved his hand.  "Oh I know that.  But Joan still doesn't
understand us yet.  She's a lot older than everyone else and the poly
thing is really new to her.  Not to mention the fact that she doesn't
understand that we have no problem with who she has sex with."

     	"Did you explain that to her?" asked Ken.

     	"Sorta..."  began Eric.

     	Sally made a face at her husband and gave him a playful nudge
with her foot.  "We were too busy *having* sex to talk about it."

     	"Uh, yeah, there is that," said Eric somewhat sheepishly.

     	"So where do we go from here?" asked Jane when they stopped
laughing.

     	"We wait until she calls us.  She's supposed to call tomorrow and
let us know when she'll be able to see us again," said Eric.

    +++++

     	They were about halfway through dinner when someone said, "There
is an incoming call for Eric."

     	Several people looked up and around to see who was speaking; Eric
and Bill just had sly smiles on their faces.

     	"What the hell was... ?" started Ken.

     	"There is an incoming call for Eric." came the very feminine
voice again.

     	"Answer call, route to kitchen," replied Eric as he got up and
headed for the kitchen.

     	"Acknowledged," said the female voice.

     	Eric dashed out of the room to the kitchen, where there was a
phone hook-up.

     	Everyone else had stopped talking and was looking at Bill.

     	"What?" he said, trying to play innocent.

     	"Spill it," said Gary.

     	"Uh, well, it's um.., a call routing system that Eric and I are
trying out," said Bill.

     	"Do go on," said Ken dryly.  "I'm all ears."

    	"I have the computer set up to answer our phones.  Well, Eric's
and mine.  I want to eventually set it up so that when anyone here gets
a phone call, the computer will route it to the phones in the house
net.  That way, it won't matter who gets the call and on what number.
The computer will be able to route a call for anyone to any phone.
Eventually, it will announce the call only in the room that the person
is in, sending it directly there without intervention," replied Bill.

    	"Hmm. Sounds like an interesting project," replied Ken.

     	"It would make things more convenient," said Genie.  "That way,
we wouldn't have to all have a cell phone with us.  Just leave them on
and in a room somewhere, and all calls will end up on the house phone
network.  You could get your call in any room."

     	"Not only that," continued Bill, "but if things work out well,
you wouldn't even need a phone to answer -- you could answer right over
the computer, if you were sitting at one."

     	Everyone at the table agreed that that would be really cool, and
Bill smiled shyly.  There were times when the type of person he'd been
-- shy and virginal -- before he met these people seemed like a dream.
There were other times when the person he was *now* seemed like the
dream.

     	He looked across the table at the fifteen-year-old girl whose
anal virginity he'd recently taken.  Or, more accurately, who had given
it to him.  She stuck her tongue out at him, then smiled in a very
friendly way.  Fifteen seemed so young, but Tina was absolutely not
your average fifteen-year-old.  Not only that, but she was deep into
whatever most of the other women -- and some of the men -- were into,
here.  Bill didn't know exactly what that was, but he knew that it
didn't include him.  Or Gary, for that matter, but Gary seemed to know
a lot more about what was going on than Bill did.

     	Bill was anything but stupid, and while he had had little
experience with the fairer sex before encountering this group, he was
absolutely sure that what went on here was nowhere near normal.  But
he'd met some of the most fascinating, intelligent people in his life
here, his work was supported by Ken and, well, the other fringe
benefits were far from shabby.  Besides, he loved Genie dearly and
wanted to marry her -- and *she* was also involved in what was going
on.  Bill had no intention of rocking the boat with awkward questions
and intended to stay as long as they'd let him, praying that Genie
would come with him if he had to leave here.  He hoped that soon he
would have something to offer them that would make them want to include
him.

     	And then there was that one woman he'd met who claimed to be a
friend of Ken's.  She was a strange one, and he was sure that she was
involved with whatever was going on here.  It was odd to him that even
with as good a memory as he had, he couldn't remember much about his
conversations with her.  She was smart, he knew that, and so beautiful
he had trouble remembering to breathe when she was around.  So why
couldn't he remember more about her?

          	At that point Bill was distracted by Eric hurrying back into
the room.  He looked like a very happy man, and Bill had a feeling that
it had something to do with Joan.

          	"She actually decided to come by tonight," Eric was saying.
"She said she wants to talk to you."

          	Ken nodded as if he'd been expecting such a thing.  His
actions didn't surprise Bill.  It seemed that, even if he wasn't even
there, Ken knew what was going on -- in the mansion, at the very least,
and often with his people outside it.  Whatever was going on here, Bill
knew that Ken was the key.  He handled the odd situations that cropped
up here with no visible problems.  Everyone in the group --  the group
that Bill wasn't a part of -- deferred to him.  Even Eric, who quite
honestly dwarfed Ken, physically, at least had no problems following
his lead.  And Bill was sure that Ken's money had nothing to do with
it.

          	But size wasn't everything, that was for sure.  Ken had a
presence that Bill was unable to quite define.  There was something
about the man.  An avid reader of SciFi, Bill didn't know for sure
since he had no experience with the military, but the best way he was
able to describe Ken's presence was ... well ... a command presence.
Something one would associate with the captain of a ship of some sort.
A leader.

          	Focused upon his own thoughts, Ken looked around the table
at the people there.  This was his family, his Circle.  He thought
about what it would mean if Joan joined them and knew that, if she did,
her presence could only increase the joy in the household.  Sex aside,
Joan was an amazing woman.  But then, he had to admit that since he had
met Lea, none of the women that he'd gotten involved with were anything
but amazing.   He wondered, briefly, how Andrea, his old sub, was
doing, and if she'd gotten the help she needed.  Perhaps he'd been too
hasty in dismissing her, but her whole attitude had not only been sick,
but had really pissed him off.  Still, he was curious.  Perhaps he
should hit the old BDSM club where he used to hang out.  He smiled to
himself.  No doubt Arianwen would be annoyed if he did, since she
wasn't old enough to get in.  Jane would have fun, though.

          	When dinner was finished, Ari and Tina shooed everyone away
so they could clean up.  Ari still took the duties that he'd hired her
for seriously, and Tina was adamant about not being a dead weight.
What the hell had gotten into their mother?  He frowned as another
thought crossed his mind.

          	Suppose, knowing how well they'd fit in, Lea had had a hand
in their mother's actions?  It was almost unthinkable, but he knew Lea
could be very subtle.  Both the women would be huge assets to the
household in many ways.  Not the least of which was their ability to
generate sexual desire in people.  He wandered out into the Garden to
find Lea was waiting for him.  Gee, what a surprise.  A kiss with his
Goddess completely derailed his thoughts, but when they separated, She
quickly brought them back on topic.

          	"You have some worries," She stated.

          	Ken remained silent.  She knew what he'd been thinking --
there was no need to restate his thoughts.  In fact, faced with her
now, those thoughts made him wince.

          	Lea smiled.  "Kenneth, you should not be upset by your
thoughts.  They are healthy.  Look at your world.  Can you not see what
blind faith has done to it?"

          	Well, She had a point there.

          	"I've told you," She continued.  "The world is a dangerous
place for us.  I'm afraid, my Avatar, you are only seeing the tip of
the iceberg.  Those who would kill us have not disappeared.  They are
still out there, ever vigilant, looking for those who might unseat
them.  They hunt for us and will kill us if they are able, get us
disbanded or hurt if they are not able to outright kill us."

          	"Why?" asked Ken.  "We're not hurting anyone."

          	She smiled at him.  "Kenneth, you are not stupid.  You know
the reasons.  They have not changed over the centuries.  Power goes to
the few who can keep it.  And they will keep it by any means
necessary."  She paused.  "Arianwen and Tina are the result of what
happens when those in power begin to suspect that they are being
opposed.  They draw in those people who can be easily controlled and
use them to further their ends.  Currently, that is a great many
people.  The storm is coming and we have a difficult path ahead of us.
We must stay in the shadows as long as we can but at the same time
expand our own power base so that we cannot be easily harmed.  That is
one reason why I chose this country.  The laws here are mutable, and
that means we have a chance to make the atmosphere friendly enough that
we will be protected while we work toward our final goal."

          	He raised his eyebrows, "Which is?"

          	She smiled at him, "Do not play the fool, Kenneth.  You have
already started to work towards it.  And I have been planning for a
very long time to help ensure that you do not fail."  She paused and
grew more serious. "Still, you are young for an Avatar and have little
experience, as yet.  Just because we plan, doesn't mean we will
succeed.  You must be vigilant, my love."

          	Ken would love to have continued with the conversation, but
Lea disappeared and as he refocused on the mansion, he noticed that
Joan had arrived.  Arrived and was, in fact, on her way to the garden.
He prepared to greet her.
          
          End chapter 2-10

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