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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 14

    	Thursday morning, Ken dropped by Davyn's shop before going off to
the studio.  Davyn had said that he'd provide Ken a loaner while the
work was being done on his car, and Ken thought nothing of it.  Until
he saw the loaner, that is.

    	"You *are* kidding, right?"

    	Davyn grinned.  "Nope."

    	"Ah huh.  So.  I'm here for you to make my car more fuel
efficient, and as a loaner, you're giving me a Hummer?" asked Ken
incredulously.

    	"Yup," said Davyn.

    	Ken smelled a rat and said so.

    	"Ya got me," replied Davyn.  "This isn't just any Humvee.
I've tweaked it just a bit.  Let me show you."

    	'Tweaked just a bit' was a big, big understatement.

    	"See, I decided I wanted something that I could implement the
changes that I've come up with on, and this seemed like a good
choice," said Davyn once they were sitting inside it.

    	Now, Ken had never been in a Humvee before, but he was quite sure
that they didn't come with heads-up displays.  Davyn began telling him
about all the electronics that had been added by him and his wife, and
Ken's head started to spin.  And that was just the beginning.

    	Davyn had just about rebuilt the vehicle from the ground up,
adding more stabilization to the chassis, changing the body design to
make it look much sleeker (and reduce drag) and managing to add more
usable space to the interior.  The engine and power train had been
ripped out and replaced with something that Davyn had created -- which,
unsurprisingly, produced a hell of a lot more horsepower than the stock
engine.  As in, over 500 horses.   Davyn went on to describe a dizzying
array of additional features about the vehicle.

    	Finally, when they were back outside it, he stopped and looked at
Ken.  "Notice anything about this baby?"

    	Notice anything?  Like what?  "Davyn, I wouldn't know where to
start noticing things about this vehicle."

    	"I'll give you a hint," said the man.  "Let's say you were
pulling into the service station to fill it up.  Which side of the pump
would you drive up to?"

    	A good thought, realized Ken.  He started to look for the cover
for the fuel tank, but after a minute, he gave up.

    	"I have no idea," he said.

    	"That's because there isn't a fuel tank ... well, not for
conventional fuel anyway.  It runs off a fuel cell," smiled Davyn.

    	There followed a long explanation of what that was all about, but
Ken didn't have the background in chemical engineering that would be
needed to make sense of it.  In the end, he just looked at Davyn and
asked where he was supposed to replace the cell.  Davyn showed him the
very simple procedure one used, then showed him the extra cell he'd put
in the back.

    	"Don't, whatever you do, let someone get their hands on that
cell.  It has very little in common with any type of fuel cell
currently in use.  I doubt that you'll have to replace the thing,
anyway.  I've gotten over 500 miles out of them, and that was
off-roading."

    	Five hundred miles sounded like a lot of distance.  An awful lot
of distance, considering the size of the cell, but he didn't want to
say anything that would make him seem even more ignorant.  Finally,
Davyn showed him the gauge that measured the charge, and after a few
last words of advice, Davyn sent him on his way.

	The first thing that Ken noticed was that he had to be very, very
careful driving this thing.  It was lighter than a standard H1 model,
but it was still four thousand pounds, something he was very conscious
of.  However, it actually handled better than his X5, which was nothing
short of astonishing.  Still, navigating the wide vehicle, and
especially, parking it, was not a trivial task.  The video screens that
showed the rear of the vehicle certainly helped, though.  He figured it
would take him a week just to find all the little tech toys that Davyn
had installed in this monster.

    	Once he got home, Ken saw that folks were unloading the truck.  He
parked the Hummer and got out, admiring the view.  Sandy, Jane,
Annette, Tina and Arianwen were helping unload the truck.  Except for
shoes, they were naked, their skin shining with sweat from the hot sun.
 He wondered where Gary and Eric were, but they appeared from the back
of the truck carrying more boxes.  Gary saw him and set down what he
was carrying.

    	"Hi, Gary," said Ken.

    	"Hey," replied the man.  "We decided to take the stuff we
had in storage in the shop and put it over the garage."

    	"Sounds like a plan," replied Ken.  "Where are you setting
up the rest of the shop?"

    	"In that storage area around back," said Gary.

    	Ken nodded.  Apparently, when the area calculations for the
mansion had been done for the real estate office, they had only added
up what was considered living space.  That did not include a rather
large area in the back of the mansion that wasn't finished.  Other
parts of the country had basements, but that wasn't a good idea in
Southern California.  Instead, there was a storage area attached to the
back corner of the mansion near where the delivery area was.  It had
been one of the places that Ken considered when he and Gary talked
about where to set up the new shop.  The bottom floor would be perfect
for the woodworking shop.  Gary hadn't thought it'd be a good idea to
set up a forge right near where he was doing woodworking, and Ken
agreed.  Ken planned to get a contractor to put up a small building a
short distance from the main house where the forge could be set up.  He
made mental note to speak to Joan about that.  He smiled to himself,
knowing that since she was spending a lot of time here now, that would
be quite easy.

	+++++

    	Time seemed to fly by for Ken.  There was a lot to do to get ready
for the upcoming induction of Genie and Annette, plus he found himself
being quite occupied by flying lessons and training at the studio.
Arianwen kept quiet about him flying, but it was clear that eventually
she was going to really cause a scene.  She was convinced that he was
going to die in a plane, just like her father had, and for no other
reason than to just be up in the air fucking around.  She couldn't
accept that, and Ken knew that, sooner or later, they were going to
have to have a conversation about what was going on.  He needed to be
armed with the information about what really happened to her father,
but so far, nothing had been forthcoming in that direction, so he
decided to speak to Bill.

    	He wandered into the lab and saw that not only Bill, but Ari was
there.  Getting Bill's attention, he managed to get him out of the lab
without disturbing Ari.  Bill knew immediately what Ken wanted.

    	"She's on it," he smiled.  "Apparently, it's a serious
challenge, but she's really thrown herself into it."  He hesitated,
then said, "It looks like she's using it to distract herself from
something..."

    	At that point, Ken cursed himself for being an idiot. He'd just
assumed that Genie had spoken to Bill about the upcoming ceremony.
While Bill had eagerly become involved in many of the discussions
involving their religion, he'd shown no inclination to join them more
formally.  Although, Ken _had_ noticed that, more and more, while the
discussions were going on, Bill seemed remarkably well-informed about
Paganism and how they were adapting it to their own needs.  However,
Ken decided he'd speak to Genie before mentioning anything to Bill
about the induction.  As a result, Ken did not choose to answer Bill's
unasked question.

    	"That's excellent," said Ken.  "When she has something
solid, please let me know."

    	"Sure," replied Bill, somewhat disappointed that Ken hadn't
noticed his leading statement.  He wondered if he should push the
issue, then decided not to.  Genie would tell him what was going on, if
he asked, but he really didn't want to ask.  It was important that she
tell him herself.

    	That evening, Ken got Genie alone to speak to her.

    	"So," he said, after kissing the woman deeply, "have you
spoken to Bill about the whole Priestess thing?"

    	"No," she said in a quiet voice.  Ken remained silent, knowing
that there was more she wanted to say.  "This is really tough," she
continued.  "I can't imagine not having Lea in my life.  But I also
can't imagine not having Bill in my life.  But he's so logical!  I
mean, he'd never believe that the Goddess is real!"

    	"Are you sure about that?" asked Ken.

    	"Pretty much.  Why, do you know something I don't?"

    	Ken considered his thoughts for a moment, then said, "Have you
listened to him during the discussions at dinner?  He knows an awful
lot about the Circle.  He knows a lot about Wicca.  And I'd be willing
to bet he knows a lot more than he isn't saying.  If you're really
serious about Bill, and with your induction so close, don't you think
you should talk to him?"

    	"Yeah," she said.  "I'm just afraid that he's gonna think
I'm a nut.  It's not like I can prove that She exists, you know."

    	As far as Ken knew, Lea showed herself to very few people who were
not in the Circle, and then only when they were ready to serve Her, and
he didn't think that Bill was in that group.  Genie and Ken spoke for a
little more time, then  she went inside.  It was time to speak to Bill.

    	She found him in the computer lab, surprise, surprise.

    	"Honey," she purred in his ear, "are you real busy?"

    	Feeling himself start to get hard from the tone of her voice, Bill
turned in his chair and smiled at Genie.  "Not that busy.  You have
something in mind?"

    	She just smiled and took his hand, leading him to their bedroom.
And, by this time, it was their bedroom.  She'd given up all pretense
of staying in another bedroom.  She'd moved her stuff in here, and, as
Ken had predicted, it was a done deal before Bill had realized what was
going on.  Smart man, Ken.

    	Pulling him down on the bed, it took very little time for her to
remove his shorts and get his erection deep in her mouth.  She, of
course, was already naked.  Bill spun her so that he could get his
mouth and tongue into her pussy.  He split her lower lips with his
fingers and used his tongue to scoop out her moisture.  The taste was
amazing -- he never seemed to be able to get enough of it.  He also
loved how she smelled, but was too embarrassed to tell her that.   She
shifted her hips; he knew what she wanted, and began using the point of
his tongue to push into her tight, back hole.  Her moan vibrated the
length of his cock, and he knew it wouldn't be long before she'd be
swallowing his seed.  He also knew that just once was never enough with
this woman that he loved so much, and he'd stay quite hard, even after
he came.

    	He moaned into her pussy as his balls contracted, shooting his
sperm into her sucking mouth.  She moaned too, her pussy actually
starting to drip her delicious, slippery lube.  She pulled her mouth
off of him and spun around to sit on his cock with one stroke.  She
felt so hot and tight, he couldn't believe it.  After just cumming
though, he wasn't afraid he'd be losing it any time soon.

    	He was right, and she'd had quite a number of orgasms by the time
he finished pumping his sperm into her again, this time, deep into her
ass.  Each ass cheek was quite red, since he'd been spanking her quite
hard.  He knew she loved that.

    	Finally, they lay on the bed, relaxing in each other's arms.  Bill
sensed that there was something that she wanted to talk about.  He
began to get worried.  Was she going to leave him?  She seemed so
serious!

    	"Bill," she said, "there's something that we need to talk
about."

    	Uh, oh.  This was it.  He knew it was too good to be true! A woman
like this being interested a geek like him?  No way.  Not with all
these other guys in the house -- all of them way better looking than
him.

    	"What's wrong?" she asked, her dark eyes worried.  "I just
want to talk about some stuff.  You look upset."

    	He knew that his expression hadn't changed that much.  It was
somewhat unnerving how she was always able to read him so well.

    	"Nothing.  Well, nothing's wrong with me, I mean.  But if I did
something to upset you or something, I'm real sorry.  Just tell me what
it was..."

    	She laughed and smiled.  "Oh no!  It's nothing like that," she
said grabbing his face and kissing him deeply.

    	Sometimes she forgot just how shy Bill could be around women.  She
clearly remembered Tina having to trick him into sleeping with her, and
she knew what Ari and Jane had done to get him into bed.  But she was
so comfortable with him that she just forgot at times that he could be
very shy.  He really had very little experience with women, and of
course the mansion was filled with women who were anything but typical!

    	"No," she said, her expression turning serious again.  "It's
just that, well, there's something that I should have talked to you
about earlier, but I didn't... well, I wasn't really... ready to say
anything."

    	"You can tell me anything," he replied, "you know that."

    	"Well, yeah. I mean, it's all well and good to _say_ that, but
this might seem a little weird to you," she said.

    	Bill said nothing, just waiting until Genie was ready to talk.

    	"This Thursday night, there's going to be another ritual," she
said.

    	Sensing that there was more to it then that, Bill replied,
"And...?"

    	"Well.  I ... I'm going to be ... joining the group a little
more formally," she finished.

    	Bill was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay.  So what does
that mean?"

    	"I'm going to become a Circle Priestess."

    	The Circle.  Bill had heard it spoken of, had a good idea who was
part of it, but didn't really know what it meant and said as much.  So,
Genie started explaining.  Much of what she said, Bill already knew,
just from listening.  He knew also, that there were people in this
mansion who were ... connected, was the only word... to each other in a
way that he was not.  He realized that Genie was telling him that she
was about to become one of them.  It saddened him to think that he was
going to become an outsider to the woman who he loved.  The one who he
hoped one day might marry him.  Even though he said nothing, Genie
sensed that he was upset.

    	"Bill, what's wrong?  It seems like this really upsets you."

    	"It's just that I feel a bit like an outsider here," he
replied.

    	"What? I don't understand.  Have people been shutting you out or
something?"

    	"No.  Nothing like that.  But, well, it's obvious that there is
a group of people here, you called them the Circle, and it's obvious
that I'm not a part of them.  I've been kinda thinking that it's sort
of like those Heinlein extended families.  I don't know what I need to
do to join, but I was hoping that, well, there's something I've been
working on that I hope will help," he sighed.  "Hell, even that
redhead is part of the Circle, and I almost never see her."

    	Genie froze, her eyes wide as Bill looked at her in surprise.
"What redhead?" she asked.

    	"I don't know her name," he replied with a frown, "which is
pretty odd.  But I've seen her around here.  You gotta know who I'm
talking about.  I mean, she's so beautiful you couldn't have missed
her."

   	 "Lea..." breathed Genie.  "You've seen Lea."

  +++++

      	Ken was 'flying' in the study when Genie came to him.

      "He's seen Her!" she exclaimed.

      	Ken, not being privy to Genie's conversation with Bill, had no
idea who she was talking about.

      	"Who," he said hitting pause, "has seen who?"

      	"Bill," she responded, a bit impatiently.  "He's seen Lea, and
we didn't even know it."

      	"Well, that's news," replied Ken.  "Good news, I'd presume.
Does he know what She is?"

      	"I doubt it," replied Genie, "I think She made him kinda forget
Her or something."

    	"Hmph.  Our Goddess is as predictable as the weather," said Ken.

    	"Ken please, this means so much to me.  Can Bill be there?  When
I'm inducted?" she asked.

    	"I certainly have no objection, and I doubt that Lea would either.
 In fact," continued Ken, feeling the Goddess purr her approval in his
mind, "I know she won't mind."

    	Genie's eyes glowed with happiness, and she threw her arms around
Ken, kissing him soundly, then ran out of the room.  A kiss from a
Priestess, however, was not something that one brushed off easily, and
Ken certainly was not inclined to.  So, he shut down his computer and
went searching for his wives.  After all, what was the use of having
two wives, both of them your slaves, if you couldn't relieve a little
tension now and then.

	+++++

    	The chaos started the day before the Lughnasad ritual, where Genie
and Annette were going to be inducted.  Hiding something from a
Priestess wasn't easy, but Jane and the rest of the women were more
than able to keep Annette in the dark about what Gary had planned.

    	Gary, Ken knew, was both very happy and very worried about what
was coming up.  He felt he was making a lot of assumptions, whereas
everyone else thought he was nuts.  He shrugged, figuring that, one way
or the other, he'd be finding out soon enough.  Sally, of course, was
in her glory, since she was able to plan out food for lots of people.
Eric and Ken just stayed out of the way and ran errands as required.
They didn't even get a chance to see the masterpiece that Sally was
creating in the large kitchen.

   	The ritual was on a Thursday night, so everyone who was attending
decided to take Friday off.  Even Joan, which would have shocked Ken a
month ago.  No longer, of course.  She was all but living at the
mansion, and Ken was beginning to suspect that Bill wasn't the only one
who'd seen the Goddess.

   	When Ken asked Lea about it, She simply smiled at him with a very
innocent look.  Ken wondered if She were taking lessons from Jane on
how to look innocent, or if it was the other way around.  He had no
intention of asking.

    	Ken was surprised that, despite all the chaos that ensued, no one
that had started training with him skipped the morning sessions.  He
himself had no intention of missing his Friday class with Sensei.  The
man was really pushing him, drilling him in all his old techniques,
making sure they were as perfect and flowing as Ken could make them.
He was also teaching Ken new movements, ones that Ken had never been
shown and he absorbed the knowledge like a dry sponge.

    	Ken, of course, had no idea how he looked to the other students.
Most of them, at this point, were wondering why he bothered with the
white belt he wore.  It was obvious that he was not a white belt.  His
movements were already in a state that most knew they could only hope
to approach on their best days.  Only Nikki had said anything about it,
though.  As usual, Ken had shrugged off her suggestion that he should
at least consider testing for his next belt.  Ken's response was that
he wasn't interested in that kind of test.  Only in improving his
skills.

 	 +++++

      	It was warm in the room, the air heavily laden with the smell of
sex.  Bill ran his fingers over Genie's skin, reveling in the feel of
her body.  She wiggled a little, sighing in pleasure and smiled at him.
 It was now, he thought, or never.  He'd prepared by making sure what
he needed was in easy reach, and so rolled over a bit to grab it.
Genie, still floating from her orgasm, didn't really notice.  Bill ran
his fingers over her face and she turned toward him, sensing a change
in his emotions.  He'd been on edge all night, but now he was really
agitated.

      	"Sweetie," she said, "what's wrong?"

      	He smiled at her, a nervous smile, and a distant part of his
mind wondered how the hell she managed to do that.  His own mother
couldn't read him like this.

      	"Nothing's wrong, Genie," he replied gently.  "I just... I have
something to ask you."

      	Genie levered herself up on the pillows.  Whatever he was going
to ask was evidently very serious.

      	After their talk the other day, Bill realized that Genie was,
indeed, going to become part of something that he was not included in.
He had intended to do this anyway, just not quite yet.  But with Genie
becoming part of this Circle, becoming a Priestess, he felt he should
ask her now.  Perhaps it wasn't fair, but Bill had very little
experience with things like this, and so went with his gut.

    	He looked at this woman, who he loved so very much, and realized
what she was probably going to say.  They really hadn't known each
other all that long.  Hell, he didn't even have a job and... he
realized that he was stalling.  Genie was waiting, patently, for him to
...

    	"Will you marry me, Genie?" he asked, holding out the opened box.

    	Her eyes widened as she looked at the gold band with the diamond
in it.

+++++

      	The morning of the Ritual, Annette came to Ken, who was sitting
in the Garden.

      	"I love this place," she said as she approached.

      	"Me, too," said Ken.  How could he not?  This was the place
where Lea had entered the world for the first time in who knew how
long.

      	"I have something for you, Master Ken," she said.

      	Ken's face broke into a huge grin.  "You're finished with them?"
he asked.

      	"Yes, Sir.  Sorry it took so long, but I wanted these to be
really special," she said, holding out a small, but beautifully carved
box.

      	"Master insisted on making the box," she said.  "He claimed that
there was no way you should get these in a store-bought box."

      	The box was, in and of itself, a work of art.  The word
'beautiful' only cheapened the artistry that had gone into its
creation.

      	It was hand-carved, of course, and when he looked at it, he
realized that somehow, looking at the box made him think of the Garden.
 In fact, he was sure that anyone who looked at the box, then at the
Garden, could not fail to connect the two.

       	Flowers, stonework, vines, even a faint representation of a
glowing Circle were depicted.  It wasn't like a scene showing the
Garden was carved into the box.  It was like the box was somehow part
of the garden -- complete with live plants and the sense of peace that
one got from sitting in it.  Ken had never seen anything so beautiful
in his life.  Until he opened the box.

       	Inside were the three pentacles that he'd requested.  There
were no words to describe them.  He could tell, immediately, which one
was meant for whom.  They weren't fancy or overdone.  But their simple
beauty was unmatched by any piece of jewelry that he'd ever seen --
even the rings that Lea had given them.

       	Each necklace had small stones worked into them.  Deep blue
Sapphires in Jane's.  Emeralds in the one for Arianwen.  For him, the
stones looked clear, perhaps like diamonds, but only at first glance.
Looking more closely, he realized that they shifted color, even without
looking at them from a different angle.

       	"What are the stones in mine?" he asked in wonder.

       	Annette shrugged.  "I have no idea what they are called.  I
came to my room one day, and they were sitting on my desk.  In fact,
all of them were sitting there.  They aren't like any stones that I've
ever seen before, so I'm sure you can guess where they came from."

       	Ken could indeed.  Lea had supplied them.  Perhaps as a wedding
gift.  He wondered if the other stones were really sapphires and
emeralds, because it was damn sure that the stones in his pentacle were
not diamonds.

       	"How come Gary didn't come down with you?  I mean, this box is,
well, it's as amazing as the jewelry.  I'd like to thank him."

       	"Sir," Annette replied, "please don't make a big deal about the
box.  He's pretty embarrassed about it.  I know for a fact that I've
only seen a piece like this once, and he quickly hid it from me.  I
found it later and looked it it and, quite frankly, it scared me half
to death."

       	"Oh?"

       	"Yes, Sir.  He said he carved it when he was little.  I don't
know how young he was.  It was a wood carving of a small dragon.  Not
perfect like the box, but something you'd expect to see from a talented
teen.

       	"Thing is, when I found it, I almost dropped it.  Even though
it wasn't perfect, I swear it looked almost alive.  I didn't keep it
out for long, it unnerved me too much.  He's done other carvings over
the years, but other than that, I've never seen him do anything even
remotely as good as this."

       	Ken was overwhelmed.  The combination of the box and the
necklace was almost too much.  They made everything he'd ever owned --
hell, even seen -- look like cheap plastic toys.  Except for the rings
from Lea that they wore.  Those were the only thing that could compare.

      	"If you think I shouldn't make a big deal, I won't," said Ken,
embracing Annette.  "But thank you for these.  I don't think what I
paid you is even a millionth of what they're worth.  Hell, I don't
think that I could pay anyone for something this beautiful."

      	She smiled as she pulled from his embrace, then kissed him
deeply.  "It was our pleasure, Master," she said.  "You've done at
least as much for us, especially lately."

      	Knowing that offering more money would be totally inappropriate,
Ken didn't bother, just opened the box to look at the contents again.
Sighing, he closed it after a short while.  Soon, he'd see these
gracing the necks of his wives, and he was absolutely certain that both
women would love them.  In the meantime....

      	"So, not to bring up a subject that is too unpleasant, but would
you care to tell me about Gitana?" he asked.

      	Annette looked at the ground for a moment.  "Yeah.  That's gonna
be a problem," she said.

      	"Just because she has Circle potential doesn't mean that she can
be Circle, Annette," said Ken.  "I'm sure that there are many people
out there that could come to us, but only a few actually will."

      	"I know," said Annette.  "But right now there are so few of us,
that I'd hate to turn her away.  On the other hand, I can't see any way
of getting her past Gary, never mind the fact that her father could...
hell, already has made real trouble for us."

      	"She's going to find the mansion, eventually," replied Ken.  "I
really don't want the attention focused on us."

      	"I understand, Sir.  But she won't.  Gita comes from a very
wealthy and powerful family.  She's used to getting what she wants, and
quite frankly, we don't have any way of keeping her away from us.  She.
.. well, she's in love with me, and Gary -- well, she might not be in
love with him, but she is deeply in lust."

      	"We'll think of something," said Ken.  "What, I don't know, but
something."

       	 +++++

    	Thursday morning went by very quickly.  There was a hell of a lot
of stuff to get done, even though it was no surprise that the ritual
was happening.  And, of course, something occurred that no one had
counted on.  Well, almost no one.

    	Genie and Bill came down for breakfast -- which, for a change,
included everyone living in the mansion, plus Joan.  They both almost
glowed, which could be attributed to a night of fantastic love-making.
But Ken knew immediately that wasn't it.  It was Jane who mentioned it
first.

    	"Genie," she said as the other woman was reaching, with her
fingers conspicuously displayed, for some syrup, "what is that on your
finger?"

    	"Oh, this?" she asked casually.  "It's just my engagement ring!"
She broke out into a huge smile as she finished the sentence.

    	Pandemonium broke out.  Faster than he believed was possible, the
women were all clustered excitedly around Genie, with everyone talking
at once.  Squeals of excitement, laughter and kisses were shared, and
Bill was completely ignored by them.  Ken glanced at Eric, and nodded
toward Bill, who had turned beet red and was sitting there trying to
eat.  Eric stood, Ken stood, and both walked to either side of the
seated man.

    	Eric lay a large hand on Bill's shoulder and said, "It's a little
noisy in here.  Why don't we go someplace a little more quiet."

      	Bill looked up at the huge man, wondering if this was a good or
a bad thing.  With Ken standing on the other side of him, all thoughts
of bolting were gone.

      	The men, including Gary, retired to the other room, where Ken
smiled and pulled Bill into a hug, slapping him on the back and
congratulating him.  Gary and Eric joined him, and Bill began to wonder
if he'd survive the experience.  At least they weren't pissed at him.

      	Things died down a bit, although Sally was somewhat grumpy
because she didn't have time to prepare something special for them.
Genie couldn't have cared less, though, so kissed her and danced away.

      	Ken cornered Bill shortly after noon.

      	"Bill, I think we should have a little talk..."
      
    
      	End chapter 2-14

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