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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 13

	It turned out to be a long night.

	David and Lenny showed up and ate dinner with them.  Everyone except
Joan was there -- she'd had a dinner meeting.  After eating, they
started to discuss the issue at hand.

	"Should we adjourn somewhere ?" asked David.

	"Not unless you're uncomfortable here," replied Ken.  "Everyone
should be on the same page, so if we stay here, I won't have to go
explaining it all over again."

	"Okay," said David.

	Thus began the discussion.  David was livid when he discovered the
condition that Gary's store had been left in.  So was everyone else,
and everyone except David and Lenny offered to help him move his stuff
tomorrow.  David apologized, but said that he wanted to set the case
against the precinct into motion.  Lenny mentioned that he had
commitments as well, and couldn't make it until later in the day.

	Ken was of two minds about how to proceed.  He wanted some way to keep
those people off his back, but he didn't want to get into a battle with
the police.  In general, there was nothing wrong with most cops, but
from things that David had said earlier, he wondered what the deal was
with this particular precinct.  The only thing that David said was that
they had more than their share of complaints, but everyone always
clammed up when something happened.  And even when it appeared that
they would get nailed on something, somehow, they seemed to slip out of
it.  He was eager to go after them on this one and Ken was inclined to
agree.  Still...

	"If it looks like we can get a clean kill, so to speak, then I'm all
for it.  I don't want to get involved in a protracted battle though.
We're moving Gary out of the line of fire, and hopefully that'll take
care of the problem."

	David wasn't too happy about that, but figured that half a loaf was
better than none.  They piled into Ken's X5 and went to the shop,
digital camera and video camera in hand, to document what had been
done.  Ken joked that they should call the police, but David didn't
laugh.

	"You don't want them back here," he said.  "There'd be too much
opportunity to, shall we say, _find_ evidence that might have been
missed earlier.  In fact, if I were you, I'd try to find some way to
get a dog in here.  Who knows what might have been left behind?"

	Gary gave a short, sharp laugh and said, "No problem with that.  I
know someone who can help."

	Pulling out his cell phone, he made a quick call while Ken and David
went around cleaning up.  A few minutes later, the store doorbell rang.

	"Yo, Knife," smiled Gary, opening the door.  "How's it
hanging?"

	"Great, man," replied the huge biker, stepping into the shop.
"What the hell is going on, anyway?"

	He had a large, bright-eyed German shepherd with him.

	Gary gave him a quick rundown of what had happened, and Knife began
running the dog through his paces.

	"What," asked Ken, "is he doing with a drug-sniffing dog?"

	"Knife has a soft spot for dogs.  He found out through a friend that
the cops were gonna put this one down, so he managed to get hold of it.
 They think it's dead, because you can be sure that the cops don't want
a drug-sniffer in the hands of a bunch of bikers."

	"But why were they going to get rid of it?" asked David.  "I
mean, it doesn't seem like they'd kill it just because it couldn't
sniff out dope."

	"Oh, that wasn't the problem.  They were pretty upset about putting
it down, because it was an awesome sniffer.  But it seems that there
was a basic incompatibility between ol' Chomper and his owners,"
replied Gary with a grin.

	"And that was?" asked Ken.

	Gary's grin grew even wider.  "He doesn't like uniforms.  So he
attacked any cop that came near him.  Apparently, it didn't start that
way, but over time, Chomper just started to go after them.  They had to
let him go, and naturally they didn't want a cop-hating, drug-sniffing
shepherd on the streets."

	There was a lot of laughter which was interrupted by the dog alerting
on something.  Quickly, everyone rushed to the back to see what had
been found.

	Knife was holding the barking dog back from one of Annette's desk
drawers.  When they opened the drawer, nothing was found, but further
searching uncovered a plastic bag full of white power taped under it.

	"How cliché," drawled Ken.  Despite his comment, he was not
amused.  "Can you see if there's any more floating around?"

	No one had actually touched the bag.  Ken found a pair of rubber
gloves and carefully removed the bag, which he put in a larger plastic
trash bag that Gary handed him.  He could tell the other man was just
keeping it together.  This was bullshit, plain and simple.  Chomper
found another small bag inside a closet, and they put it with the first
one.  Knife had the dog re-run his search, and this time everything
came up clean.

	"So, what's all this shit, Gary?" asked Knife.  "We heard they
raided your place, saying it was some kind of illegal sex club."

	Gary filled him in, and Knife listened with narrowed eyes.

	"Sound's like those pukes.  They're in someone's pocket, for sure,
and most people don't cross 'em twice.  If you gotta place to go, I'd
say git," said the man.

	Gary explained that was what Ken had offered, and Knife nodded.

	"I could have some of the boys help, if you want.  You got a lot of
stuff here."

	"That'd be cool," replied Gary.  "We're gonna be here tomorrow
around noon to start moving everything out."

	They shook hands, then Knife asked Gary what he was going to do with
the bags.

	"Flush 'em," he said.

	"Why don't you give them to me?" suggested Knife.  "I'm sure I
know someone who knows someone who could find out what's really in
them."

	Gary shrugged and handed over the bag.

	"Hey, Knife," said Ken as the man was getting ready to leave,
"looks like we owe ya one."

	"I'll keep a tab," replied the man with a smile.

	"Well, you could do that, or..." Ken lowered his voice for a
moment and murmured something to Knife.

	"You're shittin' me!" Knife exclaimed when Ken stepped back.

	"You know I wouldn't do that," said Ken.  "You think you guys
would be up for it?"

	"Fuckin' right!  Just the guys?"

	"Oh, no," smiled Ken.  "Girls too, if they're so inclined."

	Knife left with a big, big smile on his face.  When Gary asked what
Ken had been talking about, Ken told him.  Gary laughed and agreed that
it was an appropriate payback.

	Once they were home, David collected Lenny, who'd apparently spent the
evening talking with Joan and drooling over Eric, and they left.
Everyone else hit the sack.  It would be a long day tomorrow.

	+++++

	When Ken and Gary showed up at the shop with the truck, it was about
twelve thirty.  They were rather surprised by the number of people who
were waiting.  In addition to the household, Joan, Sandy, Eric's
father, Ellen and Kim were there.  There was also about a half-dozen
bikers from the bar, including Knife, waiting.

	Introductions were made all around, and Gary began to carefully direct
the packing of the store merchandise.  While it was clear he wasn't
very happy, and neither was Annette, the somewhat jovial atmosphere
made things easier for him.  People were sympathetic, but made sure to
tell him that they'd be recommending his work to anyone they thought
would buy it.  In fact, several of of the smaller items never got
packed, since people were buying them as they saw them.

	"Hell," quipped Gary, "I oughta close up shop more often.  I
might sell more stuff."

	About that time, Tina came wandering up.  Her sister was wearing a
metal collar, and Tina had the leash in her hand.

	"Master Ken, look what I found," she smiled.  "Can I play with
her?"

	Ken sighed.  "Not now, dear, we have a lot of work to do."

	Tina pouted, but unclipped the leash from her sister's collar.  They
giggled, then scooted over to grab more boxes to load them.  Quite a
sight, the two of them.  Neither was wearing a whole lot, and there
were many eyes on them.  In fact, none of the Circle women were wearing
much, and they definitely had the attention of the six bikers.

	"Ain't they a little young to be playin' around like that," asked
Knife as he wandered up.

	"Did you know they are sisters?" asked Ken.

	Knife's eyes got big.

	"No, fucking way."

	"Yup," smiled Ken.  "And they love to share all sorts of
things."

	"You're kidding," said the man, his voice a little fainter.

	"Nope," said Ken, his smile growing.  "You should see all the
interesting positions that Arianwen can be folded into.  She's quite
flexible.'

	Knife swallowed and looked at the two teens.  Ken didn't need any
special gifts to see what was going through his mind.

	"Master," said Jane, walking up.  "Is it okay that I bought that
collar for Ari?  She looks really good in it."  She paused
thoughtfully, then said, "Maybe we should get one for Tina, too."

	"Jane," said Ken, "this is Knife.  Knife, I'd like you to meet
my wife, Jane."

	Tearing his eyes from the teens did not reduce the visual splendor he
was seeing.  Jane was dressed in a skimpy halter top, through which it
was easy to see her pierced nipples, since the cloth was so thin.  She
also wore short cut-offs with socks and sneakers.  Her long, tan legs
and flat stomach was very much on display.  She was sleek and muscular
without being bulky, and it went without saying that she had Knife's
attention.

	"Hey, nice to meet you," said Knife.  Then, what Ken said
registered, and he said, "Wait, *this* is your wife?"

	"Yup."

	"The..."

	"This is something we should discuss later," said Ken, cutting him
off.

	"Uh, yeah.  Right."

	"Master, is there something I should know about?" asked Jane, her
blue eyes innocent and wide.  She really was getting that look down.

	"No, slave, there is not," said Ken.

	"I'm sorry, Master," said Jane with a half-smile.  "Will you be
whipping your slave now?"

	"You're such a slut," smiled Ken.

	"Yes, Sir, of course, Sir.  But I'm *your* slut," she replied.
"Does that mean you'll beat me now?" she continued hopefully.

	"No, you little brat!  Now, scoot." said Ken.

	Sighing melodramatically, she left.  "Yes, Master."

	"You don't really whip her, do you?  I mean, I know that Annette and
Gary are way into the BDSM thing, but ..."

	"Well, I certainly don't whip her as often as she'd like me to,"
grinned Ken.

	Knife just shook his head and went looking for some boxes to pack.
Packing went pretty fast, even with all the grab-ass going on between
Circle folks.  All in all it was a lot of fun, although Ken did have to
ask Tina to stop teasing one of the bikers.

	"Tina, sweet, please don't do that," he said quietly.

	"Why not?" she asked.

	"Well, for one thing, we're trying to get work done here.  For
another, if you have sex with him, he might get a little pissed when he
finds out you're fifteen."

	She sighed.  "Yeah, you're right.  This kind of sucks, though."

	"I know," said Ken.  "But if the police just 'happen' to show up
or have someone watching the place, we don't need any underage
entanglements.  Right now, since the shop is closed, I don't think they
can nail us for letting you and Ari in here.  But let's not get too out
of hand."

	She nodded and went back to work.

	"I see Tina's fitting in real well," said Ellen, walking up.

	"That's the truth.  She's very much like her sister," said Ken.
"Actually, in some respects, she's a lot more like Jane."

	"Likes it rough, does she?"

	"Yup.  She's an interesting girl.  You remember her first night,
don't you?"

	"Oh, yeah.  I'd love to pair her with Kim for an evening," smiled
Ellen.

	"Ask her," replied Ken.  "I really doubt she'll turn you down.
By the way, how was your vacation?"

	Ellen and Kim had decided to go hiking in the Sierra Nevadas for the
last two weeks.  They were avid hikers and usually enjoyed their time
away from the office immensely.

	"It was nice," replied Ellen in a somewhat non-committal tone of
voice.

	"Nice?" asked Ken.  "Two weeks hiking in the mountains, and all
you can say is that it was nice?"

	Ellen smiled.  "You're right.  Usually, it's more than nice.  But
this time... we were a little distracted."

	"Oh?"

	"We spent a lot of our time talking about what's going on at the
mansion.  Which," she chuckled, "usually lead to other things."
Ellen sighed with a smile, and glanced over at her sub, who caught the
look and grinned back.  "We talked about the fact that we still have
no idea who created the monetary setup at the mansion."

	Ken wondered if he should ask Lea about that.  Although, how much
interest could a Goddess have in investing money?  Of course, she had
arranged for him to win the lottery, so she couldn't be too
disconnected ...

	"We also talked about getting married," said Ellen, as her smile
dimmed.

	"I imagine that might create some complications," Ken replied.

	"Yes.  To say that it's fucked up would be an understatement."
Ellen hesitated.  "Ken, could I talk to you for a second.  In
private?"

	He nodded and they moved over to a quiet corner of the room.

	"You're a Priest, right?"

	Ken blinked.  "Well, yes, I suppose.  But I'm not an ordained
minister or anything.  I couldn't marry you two and make it legal, if
that's what you were thinking."

	"We'll handle the legal thing ourselves," said Ellen.  "It's all
a bunch of bullshit anyway.  From what I recall, the Constitution
doesn't say a thing about who can marry whom.  The bullshit that our
so-called leader is spouting has more to do with paying back his
political debts to a bunch of bigoted assholes than anything else."

	Ken understood what she was talking about.  Hate speech was hate
speech, no matter who was spouting it, and he was sure Ellen had had
more than her fair share directed at her.  Certainly, those in power
thought it was okay to say nasty things about those who lived a
different lifestyle than they did -- all in the name of morality and
family, of course.  He *was* sorry that his friends were caught up in
that shit, though.  Come to think of it, there was little doubt that if
what he was doing was found out, he'd be in a lot of trouble, as well.

	"Anyway," she said, crossing her arms and looking down, "we were
wondering if maybe you would marry us.  In the Garden."

	Naturally, this was not something that Ken had given thought to.  But
he should have.  As a Priest, he had responsibilities.  He'd been
concentrating on the responsibilities he had as Lea's Avatar and
forgetting that he was a Priest as well.  On the other hand, what would
happen if he, as Lea's High Priest, married two people?  Would the fact
that he was Her Avatar have repercussions for the married couple?

	He smiled at her.  "I would be very honored, *but* before I can
agree, there's something that I have to find out about first."

	Her eyes flashed, "You're turning us down?"

	Ken put his hands on her shoulders.  "No!  No.  But there could be
complications on my end.  I want to know what they are before I agree.
I promise you, you'll have your answer no later than tomorrow morning,
most likely before.  As I said, it would be an honor for me to do this.
 Really.  Ellen, you *know* that I'm married to Ari and Jane, and that
they are married to each other, as well.  Why would I have a problem
with you and Kim getting married?"

	She let out a breath.  "You're right.  It's just been a very touchy
subject, and it hurts to know that people hate us because Kim and I
love each other."

	He pulled Ellen into a hug, all the while wishing that people would
realize that the things that they said to the 'masses' had consequences
to real live people.

	Packing the shop was coming along well.  The truck was starting to
fill up, and everyone was in high spirits.  Even Gary and Annette were
feeling a little better.  Ken walked into a back room where Knife, two
of his friends, and Gary were all laughing and talking.

	"No way you can move it," said Knife.  "I mean, you're big, but
Gary needed a forklift to get it in here."

	"It's a little bulky," replied Eric, "but I could get it."

	Knife snorted.  'It' turned out to be something of Gary's that Ken had
never seen.  A large anvil that was sitting on top of what looked to be
a large pillar of granite.

	"C'mon, Eric!  The anvil alone weighs like three hundred pounds!"

	"I'll tell you what," smiled Gary. "I'll detach it from the
base.  Will that help?"

	"As I said, it's too bulky for me to carry them both, unless the
bolts that hold them together can hold the base too?" asked Eric.

	"Naa.  I don't think that'd be a good idea," replied Gary.

	"I bet you can't even pick up the anvil," said one of the guys.

	Naturally, no one was able to turn this challenge down.  Testosterone
flowed, as Gary -- who already knew he could lift the anvil (barely) --
unbolted it from the base.

	Each of the guys tried it, except Gary and Ken, with Knife and Eric
going last.  No one lifted it very far, until Knife bent to pick it up.
 It was obvious that he'd be able to carry it to the truck.  He set it
down and grinned at Eric.  Eric smiled and lifted the anvil with ease.
Truthfully, no one was really surprised that he could, Eric was huge,
but the ease with which he did it sort of unnerved them.  He casually
walked it out to the truck, while everyone stood around, laughing and
joking with Knife.  Eric returned and looked at the granite piece.  It
was bulky, but he could get his arms around it.

	"Care to give this one a try?" he asked Knife.

	About that time, Annette and Sally showed up at the door.  Sally took
a long sniff and looked at Annette.  "You smell that?" she asked.

	"Oh, yeah," replied Annette.  "Testosterone."

	"Yup.  Guess we'd better get out of here," said Sally.
"Wouldn't do to get in the way of the 'manly' men."

	"Nope.  That could be bad."

	They nodded to each other and walked off.

	"Were we just insulted?" asked Ken.

	"Beats me," replied Gary.  "So," he continued, looking back at
Eric, "you gonna look at it or move it to the truck?"

	Eric's answer was to squat down and wrap his arms around the short
pillar.  With a soft grunt, he stood, pillar in hands and glanced at
Knife.

	"Should I put this down so you can try?" he asked, his voice
showing no sign of strain.

	Knife just looked at him.  "Think I'll pass."

	Eric looked at Ken.

	"What, you think I'm gonna try and lift that?  You're outta your
mind," he said.

	Eric shrugged, and walked out to the truck.  The exclamations from the
other room were quite loud.

	Gary leaned over and whispered in Ken's ear.  "You could have lifted
that, couldn't you?"

	"Maybe.  Would have looked pretty stupid if I'd tried and failed
though, huh?"

	It was almost eight PM by the time the truck was packed with all the
large items, and many of the small ones.  Ken figured an hour or two
tomorrow would finish the job.  Sally had left with Jane and Kim to
begin getting food together for anyone that wanted it.  They'd had
pizza and beer earlier, but there had been a lot of hard work and
people were hungry.

	"Anyone interested in coming back to get some food?"

	Knife and his friends begged off and headed out.  Everyone else was
about to pile into the vehicles to leave, when a car pulled up and
blocked the front end of the moving truck.

	"Shit!" exclaimed Gary.

	Ken knew this wasn't going to go well.  The car was the same one that
followed them from the shop yesterday.

	A short, Spanish-looking woman got out, slammed the door and headed
toward them, fury written all over her face.

	"That's it?" she yelled.  "You're gonna run and just let him
win!?"

	Gary stood there with his arms folded and looked at the woman.  Ken
could feel her temper like a hot blaze.  Unfortunately, he also felt
the pull that told him this one could very well be part of the group,
possibly even Circle.  He decided that Gary didn't need to know that.
Looking over at Annette, he saw that she'd felt the same thing.  Not
only that, but it was clear to him she'd *been* feeling it and was sick
about it.  Ken moved out of Gita's direct view.

	"Well?  You gonna fucking say something or you gonna have your goon
over there run me off the road again?"

	"Gitana," started Gary, "I thought I told you to stay away from
us."

	"So," she said, her accent slightly coloring her words.  "You're
gonna just let him win."

	"Look around you!" shouted Gary.  "He's ruined my fucking
business and is on his way to fucking my friends over!  You're not
worth it, Gita, no one is."

	"You're not gettin' rid of me so easily," she replied.

	"The fuck I'm not.  You follow me and I'll call the police.  Keep it
up and I'll get a restraining order.  That'd make you old man look
great, huh?"

	"You know that'd never happen.  He'd stop it."

	"He doesn't own everyone, Gita."  Turning to Ken he said, "Let's
get out of here."

	Gary got into the truck, and Ken went to the X5.

	"I told you I'll just follow you!  You can't run out on me!"

	"I'm not running out on you," said Gary out the window of the
truck.  "Your father is your problem, not mine.  Why don't you think
about the fact that he's fucking over the people that you like to call
friends?  Maybe do something about that before you don't have any
left."

	Gary started to back the truck away, which was possible now that Ken's
car was out of the way.  The truck drove off as did the X5 and Gitana
jumped into her car and started it.  Ken smiled a little and kept
driving.

    ++++++

	Once they made it back to the mansion and had everything parked, it
was obvious that there'd be no unloading today.  Not a problem, since
they had the truck for a week.  Gary looked sort of puzzled when he got
out of the truck.

	"Huh," he said. "She doesn't usually give up so easily."

	"No doubt she didn't," said Ken dropping two small objects into
Gary's hand.

	"What the fuck..."

	Then Gary broke out laughing as he realized he was holding the innards
of two tire valve stems.

	"When the fuck did you do that?"

	"When you were arguing.  I figured that she'd just follow if I
didn't, and I didn't want to make another illegal turn to keep her from
finding the mansion."

	Gary laughed and clapped Ken on the back.  They headed inside for some
food.  After eating, Ken went looking for Lea, and found Her waiting
for him in the Garden.

	"Hello, my Avatar," She smiled.

	He smiled back, and for some interminable time, all he could think
about or feel were Her lips on his, and Her body, warm and soft under
his hands.  When he finally could think again, he asked Her his
questions.

	"It's true that, as my Avatar, performing their ceremony could
certainly have some interesting side-effects.  That will be your
choice, and mine, at the time of their union.  But the ceremony could
be nothing more than you and I giving a blessing to their union."
She paused, then said, "I will almost always give my blessing to
those who seek it.  Through you, or any of the Circle.  That does not
guarantee that the people involved will stay together for life."

	"I see."  Well, that answered his other question about if another
Priest or Priestess could marry someone.

	"Kenneth," She said answering his thought,  "those rules are for
you to decide.  I will allow any of my Circle to give my blessing.  I
would hope this would please you."

	"What do you mean?"

	"There are many who would deny a woman the right to give a
blessing."

	"That doesn't make sense," replied Ken confused.  "I mean, I
have to say that I was wondering how you would feel about it, but quite
frankly, I would have been shocked if you'd said no."

	"Then I am glad you are not shocked," She smiled and started to
disappear.

	"Wait!" he said, "what about the side-effects you mentioned?"

	"Nothing for you to worry about, love," came Her ghostly voice.

	He turned around to leave the Garden when he saw Gary coming toward
him.  Just as well, he needed to speak to him about Annette's
induction.  Now was as good a time as any.  Gary approached, but looked
a little hesitant to speak.

	"What's up, Gary?" asked Ken, knowing there was something sort-of
bothering him.

	"Well," he said, "I was wondering..."  his voice trailed off.
"Annette, actually, thought that I should mention it."

	"Mention what?  C'mon, Gary, what do you want?  My first born?  My
wife?  What?"

	Gary grinned and said, "Well, either of your wives would be nice.
But no.  Actually, I was wondering if I could set up a forge."

	"A forge?" asked Ken.

	"Yeah.  You know, a place to do metalwork."

	"Yes, I've heard of them."  Ken thought for a moment.  "I don't
see any reason why not, as long as we can set up adequate fire
protection wherever we end up putting it.  Where did you have in
mind?"

	They discussed various and sundry possibilities for a few minutes,
then Ken steered the conversation toward Annette's induction.  Gary was
surprised that he would be included, and even more surprised about some
of Ken's other questions.  He admitted, however, that what Ken was
asking about was a given anyway.

	"One other thing," said Gary, his tone very serious.  "I have a
favor to ask, and this one is very serious."

	"Okay," said Ken.

	Gary sighed and said, "Seems like I'm gonna owe you for a lot of
stuff.  But look, it's about Annette.  She told me that you and she had
spoken about how her sexual activities would fit into our life after
she becomes your Priestess.  Since you're the lead dog of this outfit,
I wanted to ask if you would act as her Master if I can't be there for
some reason.  You know.  Protect her, if she needs it, when I can't be
part of what you guys are doing."

	"Gary, I'd never let anything happen to Annette if I could prevent
it.  But you're her Master, not because she needs a Master, but because
she needs you.  She loves you in a way that she could never love anyone
else," he responded.

	"Uh, yeah," said the man, sightly embarrassed, "but if anything
were to happen to me, I just wouldn't want her to be alone or
anything."

	"I see.  Were you thinking that something might happen to you?"
asked Ken.

	"Gita's not going to give up, and her dad's got a lot of power.  If
he can, he'll have me thrown in jail or something, and then Annette
will be alone," Gary responded.

	"Annette will not be alone, Gary, certainly not once she becomes a
Priestess.  Unless, of course, she elects to leave us.  But that's not
a choice that I can make for her.  And, as far as her doing things you
can't be part of, you are welcome to join the Circle whenever you want
to."

	Gary looked at Ken for a second, then said, "Yeah, maybe.  But I
think that I'm just not ready for something like that."

	"It's your choice, my friend," said Ken.  "We'll be here when
you're ready."

	They got up and went inside, and Ken tracked down Ellen, finding her
in his small study, alone.

	"Yes," was what he said when he saw her.

	"Really?" she asked, her face splitting into a wide smile.

	"There was never really any doubt," replied Ken.  "I should add,
though, that if you'd like, there's no reason why Jane or Ari couldn't
do the deed, so to speak."

	Ellen thought for a moment, then asked, "Will we need to convert?"

	"Convert to what?" chuckled Ken.

	"We're not blind, you know.  We've seen that you're practicing your
own brand of Wicca here.  It's something that Kim and I have been
interested in for a long time.  Also, it's fairly easy to tell who is
... well, official, here, and who is not."

	"What do you mean, official?" asked Ken.

	"Official, as in, I don't know, part of your group.  Sally, Eric,
you, Jane and Ari, of course, and I'm pretty sure that Tina, Genie and
Annette are all official... members, I guess is how you'd put it,"
she replied.

	This was a surprise to Ken, to say the least.  How had she correctly
named each Circle member?  He asked her.

	"I guess it wouldn't be obvious to someone who doesn't spend a lot
of time with you guys.  But there's something ... I don't know ...
something about each of you.  You ... feel different, I guess, is the
way to put it.  More secure?  At peace? I don't know.  You guys all
just feel different than your average person," she finished,
obviously unsatisfied by her explanation, but unable to qualify her
answer any better than she already had.

	"I see," replied Ken.  "Well, you don't need to convert to
anything.  You are welcome to join us when we do ritual.  We will
happily join you and Kim in marriage and, if you find that you are
interested in becoming more ... official," he smiled, "we'd welcome
that as well."

	Ellen gave him a huge smile, and a larger kiss.  The kiss turned
passionate very quickly.

	"It's been a while since I've gotten to play with that very nice toy
of yours," she said, running her hand over his thick erection.

	"I'm sure that said toy would be happy to accommodate," he
returned.

	"Mmmm," she sighed a moment later.  "I like the feel of that.
And as much as I want to feel it inside me, I'd love to see it inside
my slave.  Is that okay?"

	"Gee, let me think for a moment... two beautiful women?  Yup.  No
complaints here."

	Ellen broke their embrace and stepped out into the hall.  The dining
room wasn't too far away and she yelled very loudly,"Kim!  Get in
here now, you slut!"

	Seconds later, Kim appeared at the doorway, slightly breathless.

	"Yes, Mistress?"

	"Strip and get your cunt over here," demanded Ellen.

	"Yes, Mistress," returned Kim with a happy smile.

	End Chapter 2-13

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