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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 9

    	Joan wandered around her house feeling lost and very nervous.  By
the time she'd seen Ken earlier in the week, she'd decided that under
no circumstances would she see any of those people again.  Ever.

    	But every time she'd thought of Eric or Sally, and how she'd feel
if she never saw them again, her eyes teared up.  She had had to call
them one last time, then had managed to let Eric talk her into letting
him and Sally come over.  Her hands shook as she laid out the last
plate for brunch.

    	She sat down, the quiet of her home... no, her house... enveloping
her.  It was a very nice house.  Very expensive, and would go for close
to five million if she ever decided to sell it.  It was not, quite, a
McMansion, since it did have a small amount of land.  Only an acre, but
in this area that was a lot of land.

    	Everything in it was high quality.  The appliances were all top of
the line, the rooms tastefully decorated with expensive furniture.
There was a fifty-inch plasma TV (that she almost never turned on) and
a high-end surround-sound system in the living room.  Every place she
looked screamed success.  Every place but one: the mirror.

    	Sally, for all that she wasn't rich, had something that Joan knew
she'd never have.  Especially not now.  Sally had a family.  Joan had a
career.

    	If she were absolutely frank about it, Joan would admit that she
really did love running a highly successful business.  But having spent
time with Sally, Eric and the baby, the realization that she was alone
had slammed into her like an avalanche.  She didn't want to be alone.
She knew that, despite how welcoming the people there were, her time at
the mansion had to end.  She wanted a family and knew she wouldn't find
it there.

    	Actually, that was the problem.  She *had* found it there, but it
was someone else's.  Well, that wasn't exactly true either, which was
something else that was making her nuts.  She had fallen, hard, for
Eric.  Her body, her mind, her ...soul... all screamed out that they
wanted him.  That would have been bad enough.  But, God help her, she
felt the same way about Sally.  And that was just wrong.

    	It was bad enough that she'd allowed her own hormones to control
her enough to sleep with a married man -- two married men, actually.
It was worse that she'd slept with women --  eagerly and joyfully.  It
wasn't that she had any moral issues with that.  She knew that it
didn't matter one whit if the person she fell in love with was a man or
a woman.  But to fall in love with *both* a man and a woman was insane.
 It could only end in complete disaster.  Never mind the fact that
she'd had sex with one underaged girl and, God help her, knew she'd
have sex with another if the opportunity presented itself.

    	A person had to have standards, had to have a moral direction in
their life.  Otherwise, what did their lives amount to?  Nothing but a
bunch of hormonal impulses.  And no doubt about it, she'd given into
hers with a vengeance.  Maybe she was approaching menopause.  Joan held
her head in her hands, wishing she'd had the strength to stand firm
when she'd called to say goodbye.

    	She jumped as the doorbell rang.  Walking into the entranceway,
she automatically glanced at the mirror to check how she looked.  She
froze.  For one fleeting second, she thought that someone else was
staring back out at her.  Someone with flaming red hair and deep green
eyes.  Eyes that expressed, in that second, how unhappy they'd be if
Joan...

    	Never mind.  She shook her head, plastered on a smile and opened
the door.

    	Brunch was nice, even though Joan wasn't the cook that Sally was.
Sally was more than eager to help in the kitchen and everyone pretended
there was nothing wrong.

    	"Where's Christine?" asked Joan.

    	"We left her with Annette and Genie," replied Sally.  "They
offered and we thought it might be nice to get out for a while without
her.  Not that we don't love her or anything, but babies are a lot of
work!"

    	Joan grew just a little sadder inside when she realized that she
wouldn't get to see the baby again.  But she smiled and continued on
with the few preparations that were required.  It was important not to
let them see how hard this was for her.

    	She wasn't fooling anyone.  Both Sally and Eric could feel the
unhappiness rolling off her in waves.  Naturally, that made them
unhappy.  Both knew that, somehow, Joan completed them.  Made them
more.  Life without her would be a poorer place indeed.

    	Once coffee was served, they moved out onto her back porch.
Brunch had been cordial, more like a meeting of casual friends than a
meal between lovers.  It cut all of them, though Joan had no idea how
upset Sally and Eric were.  Finally, once they were seated under a
large umbrella, Eric realized that unless he said something, Joan would
allow them to leave here, and she'd be gone from their lives.  That, in
his opinion, was unacceptable.

    	"Joan," he began, "have you ever wondered about what goes on at
the mansion?"

    	She smiled, a smile that would have fooled almost anyone who
wasn't feeling her emotions.

    	"Of course," she replied.  "I've been there and it's not like
it can be ignored."

    	He was silent for a moment, then said, "You've seen the physical
side, true.  But there's more to it than that.  A lot more."

    	"Eric, please understand.  This isn't easy for me, but I just
can't ..." started Joan.

    	She stopped when the glass in Eric's hand shattered.

    	"Oh my God," said Joan as she started to get out of her seat.

    	"Sit down," he said in a sharp voice.  Startled, Joan sat down,
looking at the huge blond.  She'd never heard that tone of voice from
him, and it scared her.  "If you're going to throw us out of your
lives, then we want our say.  I think it's only fair."

    	Her mouth too dry to speak, Joan nodded, noting the blood starting
to drip from his hand where the glass had cut it.  Sally quietly took
the remains from his hand and began to clean up the glass.

    	"Life at the mansion," began Eric in a more normal tone of voice,
"is not like life in other places.  Surely you've noticed that.  We
follow different rules there and have a different sort of morality.
It's new to Sally and I, and I'm sure that it's new to you as well."

    	He paused for a second, then went on.  "Did you know that Ken is
married?"

    	Joan nodded and he continued.

    	"To both Arianwen and Jane?"

    	"You're not allowed to marry more than one person at a time, so it
can't be legal," replied Joan in a quiet voice.

    	"Who is the government to decide who you can and can't marry?"
asked Sally.  "Look around you.  Are they really qualified?  For
Goddess' sake, the moron who's president is trying to ban marriage
between two people of the same sex because it doesn't coincide with his
religious beliefs.  A person who raised his hand and swore to uphold
the Constitution, which guarantees freedom of religion, but who is
trying to force his religion on everyone in the country?  That's who
you're gonna let decide who you should be allowed to love?"

    	"Calm down, Sally," said Eric gently.

    	"It was against the law to marry more than one person for a long
time before Bush was president," responded Joan.

    	"Does that make it right?" asked Eric.  "It's moral for a
government to decide who can love whom?  I mean, c'mon, can you really
use the words 'morality' and 'government' in the same sentence?"

    	"We don't believe they have the right to decide who we can love.
And that's how everyone at the mansion feels as well," he continued.
"So we can't get a piece of paper that says we're married, so fuckin'
what?  It doesn't change our feelings."

    	Eric's phrasing penetrated her brain.  It sounded almost like he
wasn't talking about Ken anymore.  Was he talking about marriage to
_her_?  No, probably her imagination.  She sighed.  This wasn't going
the way she'd imagined.  She was supposed to sit down with them and
tell them that she just didn't feel comfortable seeing them anymore.
Surely she could do that, right?  But when she opened her mouth to say
just that, her throat closed and tears came to her eyes.  The thought
of not seeing them again was almost too much for her.  She bent her
head down, only to see a tear fall on the stones and splatter.

    	"Please don't do this to me," she begged.  "Please.  I just can't
take it."

    	"What is it you can't take, Joan?" asked Eric, his voice quiet.
"Tell me.  If you feel... if you don't feel anything for Sally and I,
we'll leave.  We won't bother you ever again.  But if you love us..."
he almost couldn't go on.  Would admitting they loved her drive her
away?  He swallowed and went on in a steadier voice.  "If you love us
the way we love you, then don't do this."

    	At that point, Joan broke down crying.  "I can't..." she moaned
over and over.

    	Both Sally and Eric were at her side in an instant, holding her,
caressing her and murmuring comfort until she managed to get herself
back under control.  They gave her a little space when she finally sat
straighter, hugging her arms to her stomach.

    	"You know," she said looking around, "I thought I had everything.
I thought I didn't need anyone.  I put my heart and soul into my
business and never gave a thought to bringing someone into my life."
She gave a sad little laugh.  "Now I come to find out I want something
it's too late for me to have."

    	Sally smiled, "Joan it's not too late for anything.  It's not like
you're old and gray."

    	"No, but I'm getting there.  I'm already too old to have a baby.
I could find a man, I guess, but it's not what I want.  Or rather, it's
not all I want.  I feel horrible because I'm jealous of you two."

    	"Why jealous?" asked Eric.  Had he misread the situation?  Was it
really only him she wanted?  Or maybe not him, but Sally?

      	Steeling herself, she looked at them.  So much younger than her,
but they seemed so much more together than her.  Fuck it!  The worst
that could happen was that they would leave.  Since that was what she'd
planned to have happen anyway, who gave a fuck?

    	"A man wouldn't be enough.  Actually, just any man wouldn't do it
anyway.  I want you."

    	Eric's heart skipped a beat.  He had misread her.  He'd thought
that she wanted him *and* Sally.  It would break Sally's heart, but
then, Joan wasn't Circle.  She couldn't be expected to have the same
way of looking at things they did.

    	"I see," Eric said quietly.

    	"No you *don't* see!" snapped Joan as she stood.  "I want both of
you.  Both!  And I want to help raise Christine, too.  I know it's
greedy of me.  Don't you think I know that?  It's *your* family!
*Yours*!  And I want to horn in on it."  She turned her back.  "God,
I'm so disgusted with myself.  Everything's so out of control.  I can't
believe the things I've done in these last weeks.  They're insane.  The
sex, the ... well, everything."

    	There was silence, and Joan waited for them to stand up and leave.
 After what she'd just told them, how could they even like her any
more?   Then Eric stood.  She could feel them both behind her.

    	"Joan," said Eric.

    	She didn't respond.

    	"Joan, look at us," said Sally.

    	Joan turned and saw they were both holding out their hands.

    	"If you want us -- all of us: me, Eric, Christine -- all you have
to do is step forward and take our hands.  And love us.  That's all we
want," said Sally in a soft voice.

    	Joan could barely see through her tears as she almost fell into
the arms that were waiting for her.

    +++++

    	"Hello Mr. Solberg," said Ken walking into the garage.

    	Eric's father was standing by a work bench and Ken could see two
pairs of legs underneath the car that was in there.

    	"It's Davyn, Ken," smiled the older man as he took Ken's hand in a
crushing grip.

    	"New apprentice?" asked Ken, nodding at the legs.

    	"My wife.  And one of your friends, actually," smiled the man.  "I
gotta say, they're both smart and real easy on the eyes," he whispered
conspiratorially.

    	Just as Ken reached out with his senses to see who it was, Sandy
scooted out from under the car, her face, hands and forearms smeared
with black grease.  Ken blinked in surprise.

    	"Sandy, I didn't know that you knew Eric's parents."

    	"Yup," she said walking up.  "Met 'em at your party and found out
that Mr. Solberg liked getting' dirty.  You know I couldn't resist
that."

    	"Little girl," said the man, blushing just a bit, "I'll have some
respect, or I'll put you over my knee."

    	Ken felt a wave of lust from Sandy.  Apparently, that would be
just fine with her.

    	"Davyn, you be nice to Sandy," said Helen as she scooted out from
under the car.  "You'll scare her away."

    	Ken decided that was quite unlikely.  Although Eric's parents were
in their early fifties, they were both very fit and looked ten years
younger.  He could tell that Sandy would happily sleep with either, or
both, of them.

    	"So what brings you by?" asked Davyn.

    	"The X5," replied Ken.  "You said you do custom work on engines.
I was wondering if you might be interested in doing something with this
one."

    	Davyn gave him a sharp look.  "It'll void your warranty, you know.
 Dependin' on what you have in mind, of course."

    	Ken shrugged and grinned.  "If I can save a bit on gas and up the
power, I really wouldn't care."

    	"You know," said Davyn in a lowered voice, "some of it might not
even be legal."

    	"Gee, I hadn't thought of that," Ken deadpanned.  "Would it still
pass inspection?"

    	The older man laughed, clapping Ken on the shoulder.  That was a
jolt.  While he wasn't as big as his son, Mr. Solberg still packed
quite a wallop.

    	"Don't worry Ken, I can find a place that'll do the inspection.
Besides, depending on what you want done, it'll run cleaner than any
piece of crap comin' outta Detroit."

      	They talked for a while, with Sandy mainly listening to the
conversation.  Ken was astonished when Davyn led him over to a computer
station, pulled up a schematic of the car's engine and started
explaining just some of the simple modifications that he could make to
get better mileage out of the X5.  When Ken asked why they hadn't been
implemented at the factory, Davyn just looked at him.

      	"Well, couple of reasons really.  For one, the maintenance
requirements are a little more stringent.  You really do have to keep
up on the plugs and oil and so it would cut down on customer
convenience.  That's not the major reason though.  I'm sure you can
guess what that is."

      	Ken could, indeed.  If cars started to get more energy
efficient, then the oil companies would make less money.  Couldn't have
that now, could we?

      	Davyn said that it would take about three weeks to modify the
X5.  However, the horse-power would be increased by about 50% and the
gas mileage would end up at close to seventy mpg.  Ken blinked at that
figure, and Davyn laughed.

      "When I say seventy, I don't mean that inflated bullshit they put
on the windows of the cars to sell 'em.  I mean seventy is your
average, stop-and-go city mileage.  My guess is that the highway
mileage would be around  eighty-five."

      	Ken's head was spinning.  That was far more than he'd ever
expected.  Davyn looked like he was about to say something else, but
decided against it.

      	"Well, let me know when I can leave the car."

      	"I'll be done with what I'm doin' to this one by maybe
Wednesday, next week.  You could bring it by then."

      	"Okay.  I've got something else at home I can drive."

      	Once again, Davyn looked at him, then appeared to come to a
decision.  "I got something you could borrow if you don't mind a
smaller car."

      	"Not at all.  If I need something bigger, I can just use the van
or the pickup," he chuckled.  "Hey, I don't know how busy you are, but
would you be interested in setting up an account for the cars we have
at the house?  We've got several, and they all have to be seen to."

      	"Business comes and goes.  When gas prices go up, it comes; when
it goes down, it goes.  How many cars you got?"

      	Ken thought about it for a second, then said, "At least six,
maybe more."

      	"Huh.  Got a whole fleet there, eh?  We can take care of 'em
here.  Of course, it'd be easier of I had help..."

      	The sentence trailed off as he looked at Sandy, who glanced down
and blushed.  "I said I'd think about it, Davyn.  I'll let you know in
a day or so, okay?"

      	She got up and walked off to where Helen was and Ken looked at
Davyn with a raised eyebrow.

      	"Aside from her other assets," smiled the man, "she could be a
damn fine mechanic -- maybe even more than a mechanic.  She's very
smart and has the 'touch'.  Problem is, she likes that so-called job at
the bike store."

      	"I suspect that she likes the freedom that it affords her,"
replied Ken.  "Sandy's pretty physical and loves to mountain-bike.  Not
an indoor type at all, and I think a 9-5 job would bore the hell out of
her."

      	"Hell, if that's all it is, then we can fix that.  I don't care
what hours she keeps -- just that she gets the job done.  If it's a
two-day job and she gets it done in one, then I guess she'd get the
next day off."

      	They ironed out the details for the modifications on Kens car,
then he left.  Having spent an additional $20,000 on modifications for
his car.  It turned out that Davyn didn't want to modify his engine; he
wanted to replace it, since there was no way the materials in the
current engine could take the pressures of the modifications he wanted
to install.  Davyn's explanation threatened to get more in-depth, but
Ken managed to head him off.  Ken knew he'd never make that back on the
gas that he saved, but what the hellFor once, the house was deserted
when he got back.  Well, except for Lea, but She was always there.  He
went into his study and pulled out a very, very high end laptop.  It
was the most powerful and lightest computer he could get his hands on,
and it was not now, nor would it ever be, hooked into the house-net.
He had no illusions that Bill could easily break the high-end
encryption he'd bought for it.

      	Once it was booted, he began going through the information that
he'd stored in it.  There wasn't much there yet.  Since things were
still in the very early stages, many his plans were very nebulous.
Still, it was important that the end goals that he was working towards
were not reveled this soon.  Eventually they would be though, and he
would bequeath the computer, and whatever plans had been set in motion
or information he'd gathered, to whoever his successor was.

      	Switching to a computer connected to the Internet, he began
looking up his topic for the day.  Hmmm.  Ten-million for the prize?
He wondered how much one would have to spend to be in the running for
that.

      	Several hours later, he shut down his laptop and put it back
into the safe.  He didn't think that anyone in the house was a safe
cracker, but his precaution was more to keep out the curious.  And,
Goddess knew, there were few more curious creatures on Earth than Lea's
Priestesses.

      	Genie and Bill returned, and Bill made a bee-line for the lab.
Genie found Ken in his study, flying his simulator.

      	"Hey, Genie," greeted Ken without taking his eyes off the
screen.

      	"Hello, Master Ken," she replied, her voice more than a bit
husky.

      	He could feel his soon-to-be-official-Priestess was almost
climbing the walls.  Ken paused the simulation and turned to her.
"Well, aren't we just a bit on the excited side?" he smiled.

      	"What was your first hint?" she asked.

      	"You mean aside from the wide spread legs and the puddle you're
leaving on the leather of the seat?"

      	She shrugged, then said "I'll clean it up."  Quickly she was on
her knees, her perfect ass wagging at Ken while her tongue thoroughly
licked her secretions off the leather.  Ken was soon very hard from
watching her performance.  Her pussy was swollen, wet and pink, and her
small asshole winked at him.  Ken knelt behind her and slid partially
into her sex.

      "Mmm," she purred. "A little higher, please?"

      Ken grinned and re-aligned with her other hole and started to
push.

     	Genie groaned, feeling his wide rod split her.  As much anal
activity as she'd had, she would have thought that she'd finally be
used to it.  But Ken was much wider than Bill.  She wondered why it was
that the burning/cramping sensations that anal sex caused turned her on
so much?  She was distracted enough by her thoughts that, when Ken's
hand came down and smacked her ass, she yelped and came.

	"You are worked up, aren't you?" asked Ken.

	"Goddess, yes," she panted.  "We were at a restaurant that had
unisex, single-toilet bathrooms, and I managed to get Bill to do me in
one."  She paused, gasping as Ken reached around to diddle her clit.
"It's his own damn fault.  He was teasing the crap out of me in the
car.  Oh, Goddess, yes, harder, make it red, oh..."

	This last was in response to another smack to her reddening posterior.
 Genie came again, and Ken finally emptied his load deep inside her.
Once they'd finished cumming, she quickly pulled off and spun around
to take his cock into her mouth, eagerly sucking it clean.  Afterward,
she curled up on the rug as he lay next to her, lightly stroking her
stomach.

	"Genie," he suddenly asked, "what is it that you want to do?"

	"Mmmm, whatever you want," she said, smiling a lazy smile.

	He chuckled, then said, "Not exactly what I meant.  You'll be a
Priestess soon.  I mean, you are already, really, and I was wondering
what you want to do."

	"I'm not sure what you mean," she said.

	"Well, Jane stopped working, even though I'm sure she's into
something she's not telling me about.  Ari, Bill, and Eric are in
school.  Sally spends her days trying to find ways to make us fat.  Do
you have anything that you'd like to pursue?"

	"I don't know," she said, but he could tell she was holding back
a bit.  "I don't want to feel like I'm not pulling my own weight,
ya know?  I gotta earn a living some way."

	"I understand that," said Ken, "but is there something that
you'd like to go to school for?  Or another line of work you wanted
to try?  You know, something that you thought you might like, but
couldn't do because you had to support yourself."

	She gave a little laugh.  "You know, there is something I like --
mmmm, yeah that too, but I'm not sure that I could make a living at
it.  Ohhh.  Not sure I care, if you're gonna keep that up."

	"Well, think about it," he said.  "Let me know if you come up
with something.  I wouldn't let it worry you, though.  It's more that I
want you to have a sense that your life is your own, so you should
pursue things that interest you."

	"I can't think with you doing that," she sighed.

	'That' was him taking one of her hard nipples is his teeth while
sliding two fingers in her back door.  She was hot and slippery, and it
wasn't long before he was inside her again, marveling once more at
how tight she was.  Especially considering that he'd just been
stretching that ring not too long ago.

	"So, off I go to work, and I find you screwing one of my friends,"
came a sharp voice.

	Arianwen was standing in the doorway, grinning and just as naked as
they were.

	"Work?  You?" asked Ken as he continued to slide in and out of
Genie.  "I thought the robots were taking care of the cleaning
now-a-days."

	"Well," she said as she shimmied under Genie to attack her cunt
with her mouth, "At least they keep the rugs clean."

	"Stop talking and fuck me harder," panted Genie.

	Ken obliged, making Genie shoot off like a rocket with Ken pounding
her back door, and Arianwen sucking her clit.  It wasn't long before
they'd switched off, and now Ken was in Arianwen's ass, her pale
skin shining with sweat as she writhed on top of Genie.  Her ass began
turning a deep red from both Ken and Genie slapping it, and the lithe
redhead yelled her pleasure loudly.  That attracted Jane and Tina and,
before long, Bill, Annette and Gary had joined the orgy.  It was very
pleasurable, but Ken never did get to finish his conversation with
Genie.

	Eventually, things died down, and Ken ended up in the Master bathroom,
showering with Ari and Jane.  Tina had gone with Gary.  For some
reason, she'd been unable to keep her hands off Annette, and Annette
found Tina as irresistible as Arianwen.  Gary had not had sex with Tina
yet, but considering the look on his face when they left, that would be
remedied soon enough.

	"So," said Arianwen.  "When were you going to tell us that
you're taking up a dangerous hobby?"

	"What dangerous hobby?" asked Ken.  "You train with me every
day.  *Your* wife is the one with the fire arms."

	"That's not what I mean, and you know it," said Ari.
"You've taking up flying."

	Ken looked at Jane, and Jane looked right back.  "I'm sorry
Master, was I not supposed to mention it to *our* wife?  Perhaps you
should punish me."

	"Don't sidetrack him, Jane," said Ari.  "Ken, flying small
planes is dangerous.  People die in those things."

	"Have you ever been up in one?"

	"No.  And I have no intention of going up in one," she said.

	Ken looked at Jane, who shrugged.  Who knew that Ari didn't like to
fly?

	"Sweetheart, I'll be fine.  I have a good instructor, and it's
something that I've always wanted to do."

	"Master, I'm not kidding!  Those things are dangerous, and I'd die
if something happened to you."

	The small teen looked very upset and vulnerable, standing there naked
with her dark red hair plastered to her body.  Jane and Ken both hugged
her, and that cheered her up.  Ken was surprised that it would get her
that upset.

	Later, when they were asleep, Ken went down to his study.  Lea was
there.

	"Her father was killed in a plane," she said.  "He was a fighter
pilot and went down during what was supposed to be a training mission.
She was told otherwise."

	"The word 'supposed' means you don't believe it was a training
mission," said Ken. "What was she told?"

	"Perhaps it was not," replied Lea.  "Why don't you ask Genie
what she can find out about it?  If Arianwen knew the details, perhaps
she would not be so adverse to you flying.  She thinks her father died
because he was flying a private plane.  Her mother lied to her because
she hated the fact that her father was in the military."

	"Hrmph." said Ken as she thought about what Lea said.

	Then, "Genie?" he asked surprised.  "Why Genie?"

	But he was speaking to an empty room.

	As he sat in his chair thinking, it occurred to him to wonder what had
happened with Eric and Sally.  They were not on the property.  Neither
was Christine, and Ken wondered if Gary and Annette had dropped off the
baby at Joan's house.  He thought that he'd know if things had gone
bad with Joan, and took the fact that Sally and Eric weren't back as
a good sign.

	Feeling restless, he went upstairs and slipped on a pair of silk pants
and some shoes, then went out for a walk.  He found himself at the edge
of his property, just as a dark-clothed figure dropped to the ground in
front of him.

	"Can I help you?" asked Ken.

	The figure spun around in surprise, striking out with one arm.  The
arm never even got close and the next thing the person knew, he was
laying on the ground, trying to breathe.

	"I said," repeated Ken, "can I help you?"

	The person, a man, was pretty stunned.  He was dressed all in black
and had a face mask covering his eyes.  He reached for something in his
belt, but Ken grabbed his wrist and pulled out the item himself -- a
nightstick.  With it in one hand, he motioned the other person to get
up.

	"If you try anything else stupid, I might have to hurt you.  Now,
off with the mask."

	The man slowly removed his mask and Ken looked at him.

	"Why are you on my property?" he asked.

	"Why you think?  You cost me my job an' I was gonna get a little of
my own back."

	"Really?" said Ken.  Reading what little he could of the man
showed that all he'd had in mind was some vandalism.

	"Yeah.  You rich fuckers think you can do anything you want an'
never worry about anyone else."

	Ken really had no interest in dealing with this idiot, but he decided
to try.

	"Did it ever occur to you that you were fired because you were
incompetent?" asked Ken.

	"Oh sure, insult me while you got a stick in your hand."

	Ken sighed.  It was obvious that nothing he said was going to get
through to this idiot.  He stepped forward and held the nightstick in
both his hands.  Then he snapped it in two.

	"Now," he said in a quiet voice, "neither of us have it.  So you
can take your best shot, or you can go back over the fence.  At least
if you go over the fence, I won't call the cops on you."

	The man could not believe that Ken had just broken the nightstick.
But there was no way he was gonna take a poke at someone who could do
that; no way, no how.  He was quickly back over the fence and off into
the night.  Ken sighed and took the pieces of the nightstick back with
him.  They ended up in a fireplace with a bunch of kindling.

	What ever had possessed that idiot to come back here?  Ken knew that
he really had only been thinking of smashing some windows or doing
other vandalism, but he wondered what would have happened if he'd
come upon one of the women, like maybe Tina?  That would have been an
ugly scene.

	Ken went upstairs and lay down to sleep, spooning Jane, who murmured
and pushed against him.  All was right with the world.

	End Chapter 2-9

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