 
                          CAMP - Ron's Journey
 
Chapter 14
 
New Losses, New Threats
 
 
 
            For the next several months, Ron was focused on finding a
way to protect his family.  He knew time was not on his side.  Sooner
or later, the men that he saw more and more frequently would attack his
home.  *If they do, they die.*   Ron didn't even bother tutoring in his
Sophomore year, so intent on preparing for the upcoming fight was he.
 
            However, as time wore on, it became less evident that there
was a danger.  Ron knew that they might be waiting for him to drop his
guard.  *But I can't stay alert like this forever, can I?*  So, about
the middle of Spring, Ron decided to pick back up on some of his
business ventures.
 
            "Bill?"  Ron had called him at home this time.
 
            "Ron?  Is that you?"
 
            "Yeah.  Sorry we haven't spoken in a while.  I'm just
calling to let you know I'll be accepting business again."
 
            "Great!  How soon do you want to start?  I've got a list
here waiting."
 
            "Oh, send one over to me tomorrow night.  That'll give me
time to get ready."
 
            "No problem.  Great to hear from you, guy.  I was starting
to worry."
 
            "Thanks, Bill.  We'll have to get together for lunch
sometime.  See ya."  And Ron hung up.  *It has been a while.  Ever
since Diane left, I really have focused heavily on training myself and
the family.  Karen is good; I'd guess she's at a psion-5 or -6
already.  Michelle is good at defense, and pretty good with other
stuff, I'd bet she's a psion-7 by now.  Kumiko is finally getting the
hang of her necklace.  I hadn't realized how draining that would be.  I
hope we won't need it, but it's good to remember it's there.*
 
            The rest of the family had similarly adapted to the
situation.  Nathan was growing up to be a very healthy young boy,
already a year old, and smart as a whip.  Dawn doted over him more or
less constantly while she was home, and Megan looked after him during
the day, while the others were at school.  Sometimes Ron wondered why
he made the others continue in school, but then decided he didn't want
stupid slaves.  Nikki and Tammy were damn near inseparable, and Ron
thought that a good thing, since it meant they always had each other
for protection.  Jessica and Megan took everything in stride, doing as
their master wished.  Kumiko was... well, Kumiko.  Nothing seemed to
affect her, though Ron knew differently.  He had chosen well the leader
of his family.  Kumiko was thoughtful and considerate.  Never jumping
to a conclusion, and always willing to listen, she handled most of the
disputes in the family now, so that Ron didn't have to bother with
them.  Life had settled into a comfortable rut, with the slight edge
that Ron kept on it with his paranoia.  *But even paranoids have
enemies.*
 
 
 
            Ron's newest subject arrived at 7:00, as was the usual time
for this sort of appointment.  Ron had dropped the subterfuge, and now
all his customers simply told their wives they were going to see a
counselor.  Women seemed more ready to accept the idea of a counselor
than Ron himself would have been.  It was Bill's idea, and a good one.
 
            This lady was attractive, but not overly so.  Standing 5'4"
tall, with curly dark blonde hair and green eyes, she had a nice, if
not abundant, chest, and slender legs.  She was trim and fit, but
obviously not an athlete.  She was sort of the "average healthy
American woman" idea.  It made her look pretty good.
 
            "Please, Mrs. Rector, come on in.  The doc will be with you
shortly."  Ron's addition to the cover was that he was simply an office
assistant, since he was far too young to be the doctor.  He escorted
the woman to the room he used as an 'office', and asked her to sit
down.  He made to busy himself at the desk arranging a folder,
presumably hers, but was really beginning his job.
 
            This one, though, was a problem.  She was a psionic.  Or,
more correctly, a latent psionic.  *This late in life, I doubt she'll
ever find it.*  But, it was a problem.  He couldn't seem to make the
modifications he wanted to in her.  The manual said messing with
latents was okay, so long as you didn't prematurely awaken their
ability.  *Nothing premature about this one.*  Ron dug deeper into her
mind.
 
            After about five minutes, she started to fidget.  She
wasn't blanked out like most people.  *I've got to find a way to get
her completely under.*  Then he realized that it was her Ability Sphere
that was interfering with the process.  *Isn't there some way I can get
rid of that thing?  I don't know how to remove it.... I wonder if I can
block it?*  

            Ron made a couple of abortive attempts, envisioning
blankets, or bags.  Finally, he created a hollow black sphere that he
clamped around her Ability Sphere.  This effectively blocked out her
Sphere from the rest of her brain.  She gave a jolt, and, on further
inspection, Ron could tell she was now 'under'.  Now Ron could set
about his business.  Five minutes later, the mental part of the
procedure was complete.
 
            It took the woman a few extra minutes to recover.  Ron
wondered if she would notice her missing Ability Sphere.  She had never
made use of it, but it was a part of her, and it was now, well, not
missing, but certainly clouded.
 
            "Okay, Mrs. Rector, just relax.  We're almost through
here.  Now, I want you to stand up and remove all your clothes."
 
            Mrs. Rector stood and reached up to her blouse.  She
unbuttoned it without a word, staring right at Ron the whole time.  As
she reached the last button, she licked her lips.  *She's already hot! 
What did I do.... Oh!  hmm... that could be a problem.*  The lady had
reached behind her, and removed her bra.  Her breasts jiggled slightly
as they were freed from their confines.
 
            Mrs. Rector, whose first name was Carol, then moved her
hands from her breasts slowly down her sides until she reached her
waist.  She undid the fasteners on her skirt, and let it drop to the
floor.  She bent down to remove her heels, and Ron watched as her tits
swung free with the movement.  Carol was wearing panties over
pantyhose,  but not for long.  She quickly pulled her panties down and
off.  For the pantyhose, she turned her back to Ron.  She rolled them
down past her waist, then slowly worked them down to her knees, bending
over  and giving Ron a pretty nice view.
 
            Next, she sat back down in the chair to finish removing
them.  She rolled them down each leg, slowly, seductively, enticing Ron
to her.  *Not yet, Carol.  Not yet.*  Finally, she pulled the hose the
final way off.  She stood back up, and turned around fully to show her
body to Ron.
 
            "Okay, very nice Carol.  Now, come on over here, and start
removing my clothes."  Carol was happy to oblige.  She sauntered over
to Ron, and first gave him a very nice kiss, which he returned.  She
was rubbing his chest, and then started slowly undoing the buttons on
his shirt.  He was wearing his good clothes, to appear more like the
assistant he was supposed to be.  She worked her way down, kissing
flesh as it appeared.  When she'd gotten it fully unbuttoned, she
kissed her way back up, and plunged her tongue into his mouth as she
pulled his shirt off of his arms.  She continued the kiss as she undid
his belt and his pants.
 
            They broke the kiss as she knelt to pull his pants down. 
She removed his shoes, socks, and his pants then.  All that was left
were his briefs, and these were soon removed as well.  The woman needed
no further instruction, as she sucked his entire length into her
mouth.  *Oh, shit!  Damn that feels good!*
 
            Carol went to town on his shaft, sucking and slurping away
as she used her tongue to massage his cock as it moved in and out.  Ron
played with her breasts as she brought him closer and closer to
coming.  Soon, he let out a grunt, and a load of sperm splashed down
her throat.  She continued sucking until she had every last drop of his
come.  Then she sucked him some more, until he was fully hard again. 
It didn't take long, she'd gotten him horny enough.
 
            Ron pulled her up, and laid her onto the desk.  He placed
her legs on his shoulders, and his dick at her entrance.  He thrust
into her, full length on the first stroke.  She was already more than
moist enough to take it, and let out only a moan of pleasure.  Ron kept
up a frantic pace, thrusting into her as fast as he could.  It wasn't
but a minute or so before she had her first orgasm, thrashing her head
from side to side and growling like an animal.  Ron kept up his
plunging, trying to go even faster.  Carol had orgasm after orgasm,
building in intensity.  Soon, Ron wasn't sure if he could keep her on
the desk.
 
            During one of her relative lulls, he grabbed her up into
his arms, and brought her down to the floor.  Not quite as comfortable
as the desk, Carol didn't even notice.  She began uttering little
encouragements to Ron.  "Fuck me!  Make me cum!  Come on, stud, screw
your whore!"
 
            Ron was happy to do as she asked.  He renewed his
thrusting, now with a different angle into her pussy.  It wasn't long
before she was orgasming yet again.  One after another, it seemed she
would never stop.
 
            Ron started to feel his own climax building, and so figured
it was time to make her have "The Big One", if he could figure out how
with this lady.  He pummeled into her as fast as he could, then reached
down with one hand and twisted her nipple.  She groaned in ecstasy, but
she wasn't there yet.  He moved that hand down and started frigging her
clit back and forth.  That got her going, she was trembling all over,
and bucking back onto his cock with all her strength.  All of a sudden,
her body froze, back arched, and she let out a long, "Oh, YES!".
 
            Her pussy was clamped down on his prick hard enough to
squeeze the life out of it, but it was definitely pleasant enough to
send him over the edge.  He pushed in as far as he could go and held
it, grunting out his own orgasm.
 
 
 
            Later, while Carol was getting dressed, Ron called Mr.
Rector.
 
            "Mr. Rector?  Ron Chaffey.  Your wife's treatment is
complete, but there was a complication.  No, sir, your wife is... fine,
I think I'll have to explain when you get here.  Yes sir.  Thank you."
 
 
 
            Mr. Rector arrived twenty minutes later.  It was all Ron
could do to keep Carol's hands off himself.
 
            "So, what's the problem, Ron?"  Mr. Rector wanted to know.
 
            "Well, sir..." Carol had attached herself to her husband,
and was openly rubbing his crotch.  Mr. Rector looked at her in some
surprise, then at Ron for an explanation.
 
            "This is the problem, sir.  Normally this doesn't happen. 
Your wife is a special case, and some unusual measures were necessary.
 I can change her back..."
 
            "You do, and I'll ruin your reputation in this town!"  Mr.
Rector said with a laugh.  "I don't see a problem, Ron!"  

            "Well, sir, she's probably going to be like this *all of
the time.*"
 
            "So?  Can you make it so that she won't whine and bitch
when I don't want to?"
 
            "Already done, sir.  That's part of the normal treatment."
 
            "Then, I don't see a problem, so long as I can make her go
away when I need to do business."
 
            "Also part of the normal treatment.  Well, if you're happy
with things as they are, Mr. Rector, then I don't guess we have a
problem.  But, if at any time in the future, you wish me to make some
modifications to make her... more.... controlled, just let Bill know,
and there won't be any additional charge."
 
            "That's right nice of you Ron.  I'll keep that in mind. 
This kind of makes me wish I had TWO wives!"  Mr. Rector shook his
hand, and left, taking Carol with him, thank God.  *Two wives?  Hmmm.  
Let's think about that plan for a little bit more...*
 
 
 
            As spring progressed into summer, Ron sensed a feeling of
unease building around the family, but he couldn't seem to put a finger
on the problem.  He tried to ignore it, and devote himself to his
studies.
 
 
 
            Near the end of the school year, Ron attended his own
Sophomore Hop, and, as surprised no one, ran the sound system.  He had
learned many things since that first time, and now he could anticipate
problems before they even started to arise.  He wasn't much of a
dancer, and he'd come alone anyway, so he just hung around the
periphery of the dance floor.
 
            A slow dance came up, but Ron was looking out the door at
the forming thunderclouds.  They were building up to a mighty storm. 
Ron couldn't help feeling the same thing was happening all around him. 
Then he felt a hand on his arm.  He turned to see Michelle.
 
            "Hi, Michelle.  You look great!"
 
            "Hey, Ron.  You haven't moved from this spot for the last
half hour."
 
            "You're supposed to be paying attention to your date, not
timing my movements." Ron chided.
 
            "I don't have a date.  So, you want to dance?"
 
            Now, dancing was really the last thing Ron wanted to do,
but he didn't want to hurt her feelings.  "Okay, but I'm not really any
good.  I've got three left feet."
 
            "That's okay, it's a slow dance.  You don't have to do much
more than sway back and forth."  She took his hand and led him out to
the middle of the floor.  She turned to face him, and laid her head on
his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck.  He placed his arms
around her, and they started to dance, more of a meandering, cumbersome
walk than anything.  It was more enjoyable than Ron would have guessed,
just being close to someone, holding them and moving in time to the
music.
 
            "Why didn't you come with a boyfriend?" Ron asked her.
 
            "Nobody interested me.  Not that way, anyhow.  You know,
Ron, you're the closest thing I've ever had to a boyfriend."
 
            That made Ron blush.  "Michelle, we've never even been out
on a proper date, let alone done any of that other boy-girl stuff." 
*Not that it might not be nice, mind you...*
 
            "Well, we could fix that, couldn't we?"
 
            "What do you mean?"
 
            "I'm not much for dances, either.  I came because my Mom
expected me to.  Why don't we ditch this place, and you take me on a
walk by the lake?"
 
            "Alright."  It sounded fine to Ron.  He cordially despised
social functions of most kinds, and had come only because he had to run
the sound for them.
 
            The two teenagers exited the building and walked into the
woods behind the school.  It was only a short distance to the lake, for
which the school had been named.  No one else was around. *I guess it's
too early for that yet.*  The lake was a favored spot for making out
after dances and such, but the kids would normally wait until the dance
was almost over.  Just now, it was very peaceful here.  Out of some
kind of instinct, Ron took Michelle's hand.
 
            They walked for a long time, talking about a lot of things,
but avoiding the really personal questions they both wanted to ask. 
Finally, they walked on in silence.  Ultimately, Michelle couldn't
stand the silence.
 
            "Ron, what do you feel toward me?"  This was the kind of
question they had been studiously avoiding all evening.
 
            "I don't know, Michelle.  I'm really rather confused about
the whole thing.  Why do you ask?"
 
            "Well, I mean, you have all those women at your house.  And
you once told me that you loved Kumiko.  How can you love them all?"
 
            "That's not hard.  I love them all differently.  Of course,
for some, it isn't love.  I don't love Jessica, for instance, or
Megan.  I care for them a lot, but I don't love them.  Of course, Mom,
and my sisters, that's different."
 
            "But what about Kumiko?"
 
            "Well, I used to think I loved her, and she used to think
the same about me, but... I don't know.  I guess it was just a passing
infatuation or something.  I mean, I still love her, I guess, but not
the same way as I thought.  Now, she's really just the headmistress of
the house.  That keeps her real busy, and I trust her to do it right,
but we don't really talk much anymore.  I've said more to you tonight
than I've said to Kumiko all week."  Ron didn't understand why Michelle
squeezed his hand tighter just then.
 
            "And Karen?"
 
            "Karen is just a student.  She and I have never gotten
together at all.  She doesn't even seem to be interested in sex, even
with as much of it as goes on at my house."
 
            "What about Mrs. Hayes and Miss Ford?"
 
            "Well, they're.... different.  Again, I don't think I
*love* either of them.  I turn to them when I need advice, or some sort
of help.  They're wonderful, both of them, but I could do without them
if I had to.  Not that I want to, but...."  He trailed off, and turned
to Michelle.  "Why the third degree, Michelle?"
 
            She stared off into space for a moment.  *What is she
thinking?  Damn, I wish I could scan her.*  Protocol wouldn't allow him
to do that without asking.  In time, she turned to face him.  "Ron, in
another four weeks, I'll be leaving for CAMP, just like you did two
years ago.  When I come back, I'll have slaves of my own, so you've
said.  That's fine, for the sex and all, but what about the emotional
part?"
 
            "I don't understand."
 
            "My family doesn't know anything about my Ability.  They
wouldn't get it, and I'm not skilled enough to make them act like your
family does.  You have a beautiful life.  You're satisfied in all
areas, physical and emotional.  I guess I'm just jealous."  She turned
her head away before her voice broke.  Ron could see the tears glinting
in the moonlight.  He pulled her to him, and wrapped his arms around
her.
 
            "What are you trying to ask me, Mickey?"  He'd never called
her that before, as much as he'd wanted to, because he'd thought it
made her sound too much like a little girl (or a mouse).  Now it just
rolled naturally off his tongue.  She hugged him back when she heard it.
 
            "I need you, Ron.  You're the only one I've been able to
come to for help, for advice.  Not just about this thing inside my
head.  You've always been willing to listen to me ramble on about my
problems at school, at home, or whatever."
 
            "But I've never been very helpful at finding solutions..."
 
            "You didn't have to be.  You helped just by listening. 
Promise me that I can always come to you?"  She was weeping openly now.
 
            "Of course, you can, Mickey.  I'll always be here for
you."  She looked into his eyes, and saw the truth there.  He brought
his mouth onto hers, and they kissed.
 
 
 
            "Hello, may I ask who you are?"  Kumiko was answered with a
rough shove backwards.
 
            "Where is Nathan Chaffey?"  The man demanded.
 
            "Who?"  In her confusion, the name did not register with
Kumiko.
 
            "Nathan Conrad Chaffey, you stupid bitch!"
 
            "What do you want with my son?"  Dawn demanded from across
the room.  She felt herself flying against the wall, pushing over lamps
and furniture as she flew.  Each jolt bruised her, hurt her, but the
man didn't care.  She impacted the wall, breaking her arm in the
process.  She slumped to the floor, unconscious.
 
            Kumiko, having recovered from the initial invasion, fell
back on the procedure her Master had taught her.  First job, contact
him.  She hoped it would work.  *<Master, this is Kumiko.  Come
quickly, there is trouble.>*  That was all she needed to say.  Kumiko
never left the house unless in the company of her Master, so he knew
where she was.
 
            Next job was to look after the child.  Nathan's life was
more important than her own.  She summoned what abilities she could
from the necklace, and formed a barrier around herself.  Then she ran
for the stairs.
 
            The man saw her running, and sent an extension after her,
but it floated around her as if she weren't there.  *What the hell? 
She's not a psionic!  Bozhe moy!*  The second man joined him from out
front.  They spoke in Russian.
 
            "The man is not here yet."
 
            "He will come.  He must be aware the family is in danger. 
We must kill the child before he arrives."
 
            "Da, tovarishch."
 
            They made their way up the stairs, where the entire family
was now huddled.  They were in a layered defense, as Ron had taught
them.  Unfortunately, this put the weakest of them, his younger sister
and Tammy, first on the list.  They had both had a good deal of
self-defense training in the last year, but Karate is no match for a
psion-13 Talent with a mission.  When they reached the top of the
stairs, Tammy managed to knock one down with a roundhouse kick to the
stomach, but Nikki missed with hers.
 
            The man still standing grabbed Nicole and threw her against
the wall.  He used his extension to throw Tammy down the stairs.  She
was knocked unconscious by the impact.  Blood flowed from abrasions on
her face and arms.  Nikki was still conscious, and she tried another
attack, but this, too, was warded off with 'kinesis.  She was sent
flying through a closed door, and she lay motionless on the floor of
her bedroom.
 
            Jessica and Megan were the next line of defense, but they
would fare no better than their predecessors.  Megan wielded a large
knife, but got nowhere near her target.  Not being able to control the
subject, one of the men controlled the knife, and attempted to plunge
it into her stomach.  She had enough strength to fight it off, but not
before it slashed her rather badly across the abdomen.  Bleeding
heavily, she fainted from lack of blood.
 
            Jessica wasn't that lucky.  She was carrying a baseball
bat, and managed to connect, but the man had up a kinetic shield, and
it bounced off him with little effect.  He swung his arm and backhanded
her, breaking through another door with her body.  The baseball bat had
stung enough to make him angry.  His extension picked her up, and flung
her through the outside window, shattering glass and splintering wood
along the way.  She was in critical condition long before she hit the
ground, some 15 feet below.
 
            Sandra, Nancy, and Linda knew that their stance was
useless.  There was nothing they could do to stop these men.  They were
only buying *time*, hoping that Ron would arrive soon.  Similar to
their friends, the ladies fell to the power of these two men.  Soon
they were standing outside the door to little Nathan's room.  Inside
stood his last line of defense: Kumiko, with her necklace, and Karen. 
The K-team, they had taken to calling themselves.  They feared they
were not strong enough to win the day.
 
            The door splintered before the men.  Karen and Kumiko
prepared to do battle, and Nathan started crying.  The bigger man
forced a wall of pure energy at them.  Kumiko and Karen were able to
protect Nathan, but not the wall behind them.  It fragmented into
billions of tiny pieces, raining down into the yard.  In the distance,
thunder rolled.
 
 
 
            Ron was sitting against a tree, Michelle in his arms.  They
had made love here, quietly, sweetly.  In a way he had known, and
forgotten, the tenderness of that emotion, *love*, added unfathomable
depth to the act.  They were watching the storm roll in when it hit
Ron.  It nearly knocked him over, so strong was the message.  Michelle,
startled, sat up and then leaned over him.
 
            "Ron?  Are you alright?  Ron!"  His face had grown pale,
she couldn't tell with fright or anger, and she was almost afraid to
know which.  "What's wrong?!"
 
            Ron spoke quietly.  "I have to go now.  The family needs
me."
 
            "I'll go with you."  She offered.
 
            "That will put you in greater danger than you need to be in
now, Mickey."
 
            "Let me worry about that, okay?  If they're gonna come
after me sooner or later, well, at least this way I get to pick the
day."
 
            "Okay, thank you.  Get dressed, we'll have to fly there."
 
            Michelle got dressed, and they lifted off.  Michelle
couldn't make herself invisible, but Ron grabbed her hand, and then
they were both invisible.  Flying in formation was difficult, but they
managed.  They arrived from behind the house, to see a missing wall,
and at least one person lying on the ground.
 
            "Oh, my God..."  Michelle had no words for the moment, but
Ron did.
 
            "Bastards.  They're going to pay for this."
 
 
 
            Karen and Kumiko had fended off the first couple of
attacks, but both their strengths were failing, and they just weren't
up to facing two psionics of this level.  Kumiko feared that she would
draw down too much on Ron's power, and so she was not as much help as
she could have been.  Karen was good, but she just wasn't up to the
exercise.  Slowly, inexorably, they were pushed toward the edge.  With
one mighty shove, they were over, and falling.  One of the men swooped,
and grabbed, and had the child.
 
            Just then, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled, but...
did it?  It seemed awfully close.  They were standing on the grass,
looking at the three people lying there on the ground.
 
            "Kill the baby, now, Comrade!"
 
            "Let that child go now, or I will pulverize your skull!" 
The voice was the sound of thunder, but it emanated from... everywhere.
 
            "Who speaks?  What is this!"
 
            The one not holding the child flew back, and smashed into
the outside wall of the house.  The facade, even in back, was brick,
and very painful to get smashed into.  The man staggered forward, in
obvious pain.  The other man released the child, who started wailing
and running in no particular direction.
 
            In front of the child appeared two people.  He was scared
at first, until he realized they were his Uncle Ron, and Miss
Michelle.  Michelle bent down, and Nathan ran to her.  The man,
remembering his mission, sent waves of energy at her, but Michelle was
fresh, and better than Karen, and royally pissed off.  She flicked his
energy off like rain drops.  "Go to hell, you bastard!"
 
            Ron, not having moved from where he had appeared, walked
over to where the K-team was lying.  Both looked up at him, wounded,
but okay, or so they said with their eyes.  He next walked over to
Jessica, who wasn't moving.  He bent down to look, and saw a large
piece of glass run through her neck.  *NO!*  Ron screamed internally,
but that wasn't good enough.  What came out his mouth was the kind of
blood-curdling howl that horror film directors only dream about.  The
utter hatred and anger that bubbled out of Ron became a physical
entity, rising up from his body, it took the form of a dragon, some
fifteen feet tall.  Ethereal, with no real substance, it could not be
harmed.  However, it could do fearsome damage to its enemies.
 
            "How dare you harm my family, you cocksucking bastards!"
 
            "Yob tvoyu m'aht!"  Screamed one of the Russians.
 
            "Fuck your own mother, asshole!" replied Ron, and the
dragon advanced on the two men.  Pure, hostile energy cannot be
stopped, nor can you defend against it.  The first man, the man who had
already been slammed against the wall, felt Ron's wrath first.  The
dragon grabbed him up, and pulled him inside.  The very furnaces of
hell could not have been worse except for their longevity, for this
man's life was not long for this world.  After seconds his body burst
into flames, and was consumed in a matter of moments, until not even
ash remained.
 
            The remaining man, seeing this, was terrified.  Ron
advanced on him.  "You are the one who did this!"  He indicated the
dead form of Jessica on the ground.  The fear in the man's eyes was his
answer.  "Now you play the game with the big boys, asswipe!"  With
that, a terrible snapping was heard.
 
            That sound was immediately followed by the Russian's shriek
of utter pain and holy terror, as Ron began to break every bone in the
man's body, starting with his feet and hands, and working toward the
center.  The man's cries continued and grew in intensity as Ron cracked
each vertebrae, without severing the spinal cord, since that would
allow for an easement of the man's suffering.  "I know you can hear
me!"  Ron shouted, speaking not to the man, but to whomever sent him. 
"Your men have failed!  I will win this battle!  If you can't play with
the big boys, get off the goddamned field!"  And, with that
pronouncement, the man's skull shattered, fragmenting into pieces small
enough that a microscope would be needed to see them.  Lifeless, what
remained of his body slumped to the ground.  The dragon, as terrifying
as it had been, dissipated instantly.  The trouble gone, now was not
the time for rage, but the time for concern.  His family needed him now.
 
 
 
            It was several weeks later, and school was out.  The eerie
feeling still surrounded his family.  He couldn't place it, just
couldn't figure it out.  Then, one day, the question answered itself.
 
            Kumiko knocked on his office door.  "Master?  Are you busy?"
 
            "Not really, Kumiko.  What is it?"
 
            She came fully into the room, followed by Dawn.  Dawn was a
little the worse for wear.  She still had her arm in a cast, and some
of the bruises were still visible, though they were fading.  She sat
down in the chair, lifeless and limp.  She hadn't been the same since
that night.  Nobody had, and it pissed Ron off that he couldn't fix
this.
 
            "What's up, guys?"
 
            There was no easy way to say what needed saying, and so,
Dawn couldn't bring herself to say anything at all.  Kumiko stood
beside her, trying to give her encouragement and strength.  Finally,
she muttered something, but Ron couldn't make it out.
 
            "What?  I can't hear you.  Dawn, what the hell is the
matter?"  Ron was still a bit testy, as he had yet to come to terms
with his losses in the battle.  Jessica was a devastating blow, but she
was not the only casualty.  Nancy was still in the hospital, not yet
recovered from the damage done.  Megan had almost died from lack of
blood, had she not gotten to a hospital when she did, she would have
died most surely.  Not a single family member except him had escaped
unscathed from this battle, and he was still angry that he had,
*again*, failed to protect them.
 
            Dawn shook her head, and apparently came to a decision. 
She straightened her shoulders and said, "Ron, I want to leave."
 
            "Huh?  You came in here-"
 
            "Not the room.  I want to leave this house.  I want to
leave the family.  It's time for me to move out on my own.  I can't
live like this, not knowing what's going to happen to Nathan from day
to day.  The people who are after you are dangerous, Ron.  They almost
killed my son!  I don't want to raise him in this atmosphere."
 
            Ron sat in stunned silence.  He'd already lost one family
member, with one more still in the hospital, and here were two more
trying to run away from him.
 
            "No."  That was all he could utter.  Dawn stiffened, but
Kumiko, wise young woman that she was, had been expecting this.
 
            "Master, may I speak?"  Ron nodded, and she did, for almost
a half hour, which was the longest she had ever spoken in one setting. 
In the end, it was her love of the family that won out.
 
            "Very well, I know you're right Kumiko, but that doesn't
make it any easier.  Dawn, you may leave, and you can take Nathan with
you *but*..."  Dawn stiffened again, not knowing what was coming.  "You
may *not* tell him about his uncle until he is at least fourteen.  If
you choose to leave now, there will be no personal contact between you
and the rest of the family, ever."  He hoped this would dissuade her,
because he really didn't want her to go.
 
            She sat for perhaps a minute, maybe more, and then nodded
her head.  "Very well, Ron.  If that's how you want it.  I'm sorry, I
just can't live here anymore."
 
            "I will find you an apartment, and I will pay the bills for
a year.  After that, you're on your own.  You're a high-school
graduate, and you could probably go to college if you so chose.  If you
do, I will pay for it.  Otherwise, I'd advise you to get a job. 
Good-bye, Dawn.  Never forget that your brother loves you."  He came
around and gave her a kiss, and a hug.  He whispered some instructions
to Kumiko, and then he left.
 
 
 
            He found Michelle out in the woods behind his house.  He
had been looking for her for about twenty minutes.
 
            "Here you are."  Ron slumped down beside her.
 
            "Looking for me?"  She asked.  She wasn't feeling wonderful
about herself, either.  *Lot of good I did for my friend.*  Ron had
never blamed her, but that only made it worse.
 
            "Dawn's leaving."  That brought her around a bit.
 
            "What?  Where's she going?"
 
            "I don't know.  She says she can't stay here anymore. 
She's taking Nathan with her."
 
            "Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry."  And she was.  She reached out to
him, and he hugged her tightly.  Then her own tears started, for her
own ills and fears, and in sympathy for a friend who was hurting.  They
wept together for some time, until, as if their tears were washing away
the hurt, there just wasn't any emotion left.  But nature abhors a
vacuum, and such a void must be filled with *something*.
 
            Ron looked into Michelle's eyes, and then kissed her
warmly.  She responded, and then he laid her back onto the ground.  The
ground here was covered with pine needles, and so made a fairly soft
thicket.  Ron continued his kisses, while he moved his hand to caress
her breasts.  Tenderly he massaged them, kneading first one and then
the other, back and forth for a long time.  Michelle was massaging his
back, rubbing her hands up and down.  Then they each started pulling at
the other's shirt.  Soon, they were both bare-chested.  Still kissing,
but with more passion, they were working at each other's jeans.  In
their heat, they managed to get them off without tearing them apart. 
Ron sat up, and pulled her to him.  She was sitting in his lap, his
cock nestled between them.  She ground her pubes in tight circles to
arouse him further.
 
            Sensing his readiness, and her own, she lifted herself up,
and he positioned his cock at her entrance.  Slowly she lowered herself
down onto his shaft.  It was a wonderful feeling, being filled by his
hard, throbbing manhood, the cock of a man she could trust.  It is a
unique feeling, the one of complete and utter trust in another human
being, and rare.  She trusted Ron, and so the feeling was intensified. 
She rode his cock for all she was worth.  As her legs tired, they
switched positions, so he was on top.  He pushed into her at a feverish
pace.  They were both in heaven.  The emotions they had both tied up
inside were releasing themselves.  They had poured out their hearts to
each other, and now they were giving of their bodies.  Their forms
melded together as if they became one organic unit, undulating back and
forth.  

            Soon, they both started to reach their peak.  Their bodies
were so in tune with each other that their breathing and heart rate had
synced.  Ron pushed, and Michelle thrust, Ron moaned, and Michelle
mewled.  Ron grunted, and Michelle shrieked.  Faster, higher they went,
until finally, in utter pleasure, they both came, grunting and moaning
and panting and sweating and spasming, until they were both completely
exhausted.  There they lay, in each other's arms, and slept.
 
 
 
 
 
