<b>Counseling; Chapter 4,</b>

            an erotic tale by AchtungNight.



Tagline: Conflicts resolved and concluded.



<b>Celebs:</b> Erika Christensen, Marisol Nichols.

<b>Codes:</b> FF, toys, romance, violence.



<I>Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy.  It is
fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real
events and people.  All characters based on real people are
fictionalized.  All celebrities in the story are impersonated --
poorly.  I, the author, have no actual connection to any
celebrity mentioned in this story other than being their fan, and
I acknowledge that they do not act in real life the way my
characters based on them do. I did not write this tale for
financial profit and I expect none from it.  This story contains
controversial adult themes and situations, so it should not be
read by those who are close-minded or under age 18.</I>



<b>Intro:</b> <I>Hello, readers.  This tale is my tribute to
celebrities and other people who need to get their minds fixed
up, and their lives straightened out.  It is a satire, like all
my stories.  All opinions expressed by the themes are mine.  If
you disagree, that is your right and I hope you will excuse me. 
If I am not as familiar with my subjects as I should be, please
correct me if you are more knowledgeable.  Any mistakes in this
story that were not caught by my editor and other advisors are my
responsibility.



There are references to other art in the story.  The mentions of
the nudist camp "The Pines" and its patrons appear with
permission from author Nick Scipio.  Writer KMB allowed me to
include a nod to his "Harem" series (which takes place in a
separate but connected universe from my own celebrity
fanfiction).  I give my thanks to these great artists for letting
me plug their writings.  I also credit Greg Weisman, John Kovalic
and the creators of all the other works mentioned in the text.  I
don't own any of these people's conceptions and I did not contact
any artist other than KMB and Nick Scipio for prior advertising
assent.  However, all these artisans' labors inspire me.  I hope
they and their fans will appreciate the ways I have paid them
homage here.



In my series timeline, you can consider this tale the bridge
between "Passion of Erika Christensen" Chapters 4 and 5.  I would
call it a "Passion" chapter, but Erika is not the lead of the
story.  She's just one of many important characters.  I also want
to do a sweeping summary to bring her into the present. 
Therefore, I have put this story outside the main "Passion" arc.
You can call it "Passion 4.75" ("The Rendezvous" being 4.25 and
"Rekindled" being 4.5) if you must.  No other text should be
required reading, though as usual my other stories are connected
to this.  "Counseling" is also one of my longer works, so I have
broken it into four chapters for reader convenience.  I recommend
everyone read the chapters in order.



One additional note -- the villain in this tale is a character I
have tried to introduce before.  She can be held in check no
longer and my heroes need to face her.  People like this woman
and her associates exist and are the reason certain celebrities
are distrusted by their potential fans.  I feel this needs
depiction.  The villain in question has been retooled for her
role.  If all goes well, we will be seeing her again for further
conflicts.  She is a figure whom I believe fits the part I have
given her, like all my characters.  I'll let the tale itself
speak further as to whom she is.



Please let me know if you like or dislike this story.  I
appreciate any feedback I am sent.  I haven't been getting nearly
enough feedback of late and would like that to change.</I>

(E-mail: DougElder21@yahoo.com)



***

<b>Counseling, Chapter 4.

Los Angeles, California.  November 30, 2008.</b>



            "How's it going, Nadine?" Baxter Page asked.  The
Goth hippie walked up to the frumpy reporter dressed like MTV
character Daria when she disengaged herself from a group of
costumed celebrities.  They were near the bar in the main
gathering room of Marilyn Manson's home and hundreds of party
guests were moving around.



            "It's going okay," Nadine replied.  "I was just
watching Brangelina say hello to Jennifer Aniston and John
Mayer."



            "Did anything happen?"



            "No.  They just exchanged greetings and then walked
away from each other.  They all seemed calm.  I guess they're not
going to come to blows tonight."



            "Too bad.  I've been asking random people about drugs
at this party.  Everyone keeps telling me there aren't any.  I
stopped my inquiries about fifteen minutes ago when a security
guy looked at me suspicious.  I think they're telling the truth."



            "Were you expecting to find drugs?"



            "Not really.  We've been trying to prove Manson uses
them for a long time, though, so it was worth a shot.  I also
heard a preliminary total for the funds Manson's collected here
-- around seventy million dollars."



            "Impressive."



            "Yes.  It will take more to overturn Proposition 8
like Manson hopes, however.  Have you seen Gary?"



            "Not since he went to the restroom.  Wait, there he
is!"



            Baxter turned as Nadine pointed out the approaching
blond weasel-faced werewolf.  "Here you are, guys," Gary said. 
"I got what we came for.  Come on, I have a feeling we need to
leave now."



            "What are you talking about, Gary?" Baxter asked with
a frown.



            Gary grinned as he answered.  "Okay, get this!  I
just got video and audio of Evan Rachel Wood taking Jodie Foster
upstairs and eating her pussy.  Jodie returned the favor.  We
finally have proof Jodie's a lesbian.  Not only that, Evan Rachel
Wood has wood for other girls!"



            Nadine raised her eyebrows.  "Gary, is what you got
something we can legally put on television?"



            "Not completely, no, but that's not a big deal." 
Gary was talking and gesturing rapidly.  "Ted can edit it.  He'll
really like it.  Come on, let's get out of this mansion and take
it back to him."



            Baxter looked around them, saw no one listening and
then held out his hand.  "You should give me your flash drive
just in case."



            "Here," Gary said.  He passed Baxter a small gray box
from inside his costume shirt's half-open zipper.  "Don't lose
that.  Did you guys get anything good?"



            "Well," Nadine began, "I..."  She paused, staring at
a figure behind Gary.



            "What?" Gary asked and then turned around.  He gaped,
speechless as Mickey Rourke grabbed him by the costume chest hair
and lifted him up off his feet.



            "I know you, you little bastard," growled the "Sin
City" actor Gary had recently maligned.  "You're the tabloid
reporter who published false rumors about my friend Evan and me.
You're not getting out of here alive."



            "Those rumors weren't my fault!" Gary stammered. 
Rourke was staggering and sweating, he noticed, possibly
intoxicated with too much liquor.  He was also glaring at Gary
and everyone else around them was staying back.  "The public has
a right to judge who celebrities date!" Gary continued his
protests.  "I had a source!  It was Dane ..."



            "Gary, shut up!" Baxter interrupted.  He tapped the
mirrored button on his vest and made a Friendship society
gesture.  "Mickey, please put him down!"



            Rourke shook his head, too soused to interpret the
movements or see reason.  "I'm gonna break this fuckwit's legs!"



            Rourke cocked his arms to throw Gary across the room
and then gasped and stumbled.  A blue-skinned albino ghoul in
ragged clothing had leapt out of the crowd nearby and kicked him
in the shin.  Rourke dropped Gary and spun to face Asher
Stravjan.  The Gypsy agent stood in a Savate martial arts stance,
his hands up and his eyes on Rourke.



            "Clint Eastwood?" Rourke questioned, mistaking Asher
for the action star he resembled.  "Why are you interfering in
this?"



            Asher did not answer.



            "Never mind.  You're going down!"  Rourke swung a
ham-hock fist at Asher but the Gypsy dodged.  He then blocked two
follow-up punches and kicked Rourke in the other shin.  As Rourke
toppled over, Asher grabbed his extended arm in one expert
movement, applied a come-along hold and twisted Rourke's wrist
behind his back.  The burly former boxer went flaccid at once.



            "You're not Clint," he gasped.  "Who are you?"



            "We'll take it from here," Barney the mummy security
guard said, approaching.  He and his Frankenstein's Monster
partner Andy had been relieved at the mansion gates a few minutes
before.  "You've had too much to drink, Mickey, okay?  It's time
to go home."



Barney took one of Rourke's arms and Andy took the other.  Asher
nodded thanks to them as they bore Rourke away and then turned to
face the tabloid reporters he'd spotted.  Security supervisor Mr.
Fox and other guards were moving amongst the nearby guests,
telling them there was "nothing worth seeing here" and waving
them off.



            "Gary, are you okay?" Baxter asked, helping his
friend get up.  He grimaced, noticing the ghoul who stood next to
them.  Then the hippie blinked in recognition.  "Asher?"



            <I>Hello, Baxter,</I> Asher gestured at his former
comrade.  <I>Forgive me.  I cannot speak.</I>



            "Yeah, I remember," Baxter said, reading the sign
language.  "What are you doing here?  Wait, never mind.  Clarke
and Viceroy Ramsay sent you, didn't they?"



            <I>They did.  I have been watching you.  Please give
me your companion's flash drive.</I>



            Baxter nodded and produced it.  "Good to see you
again," he said after handing the device over.  "You and
whoever's with you call me before you leave town, okay?  Viceroy
Ramsay has my number.  I wouldn't mind catching up."



            <I>I will do that.  I will also give Jodi Lee your
regards.</I>



            "Who is this guy, Baxter?" Gary asked, staring at
Asher.  "Do you know him?  Why are you giving him my footage?"



            "It's just like with Eliza, Gary," Baxter answered. 
"This was all a setup.  Come on, it's time to go."



            Asher gave Baxter a look of agreement as he pushed
the drive's "data erase" button and then passed the device back
to Baxter.  <I>I trust you have no other footage our society
would not want to see.</I>



            "I won't air it if we do.  I wasn't going to air that
either.  I know Regal Jodie Foster values her privacy."  Friend,
Viceroy and Regal were the three tiers of Friendship rank.



            <I>Friends Evan and Jodi Lee value theirs as
well.</I>



            "Excuse me," Nadine addressed Asher.  "Are you
related to Bat Boy?"



            "He's not!" Baxter snapped.  "It's just a costume. 
Come on."  Nadine grimaced at Baxter, who then made a confession.
 "He's Friendship and so am I.  Let's go!"  Nadine nodded assent
and smiled at Baxter and Asher.  She then took up position to
help Baxter support Gary.



            "Thank you, Asher," Baxter said.  "Can we get out of
here okay?"



            <I>Yes.  Please do not forget to air your story about
the lack of drugs at this party as you were instructed.  Friend
Manson wants the gossip about his drug addiction dispelled.</I>



            "I'll try.  Some people may still speculate."



            <I>Friend Manson can live with that as long as the
truth is also known.  Remember to clear everything else you have
recorded with Viceroy Pinkerton before it is aired or
printed.</I>



            "We will.  See you later.  Thanks again."  Baxter
steered Gary to the mansion's exit with Nadine's help.  "You are
very lucky, Gary!"



            "Hey, I didn't know I was going to get jumped like
that!  Now everything I had is gone!  Did you guys get anything?"



            Baxter told him about the drug investigation and the
funding preliminary total.



            "Okay, that's something," Gary said.  "Anything
else?"



            "I recorded what happened to you and I see no problem
in using it.  After this, Mickey Rourke should think twice before
he provokes the press."



            "Yeah, that's definitely worth getting my legs broken
over.  Who was that dude who saved me?  I didn't know old men
could move like that."



            "He's not an old man, Gary.  It's a long story.  I'll
tell you sometime.  Your legs aren't broken.  You're just a bit
unsteady on them.  You're fine."



            "I still feel terrible.  Did you get anything,
Nadine?"



            "I saw Jack Nicholson leave with two girls a third
his age," Nadine answered.  "They were all hanging on each other
and kept stopping to trade kisses."



            "Jack the womanizer?  That's not big news."



            "I also saw Alicia Witt.  You know, from 'Law &
Order'?  She was dancing the tango with some guy and they both
looked very content."



            "Alicia Witt is happily seeing some guy?  That won't
last, or sell for that matter."



            "Well, I did pick up something else.  Michelle
Williams was at the party and I interviewed her.  She wanted me
to put out that living on the Goth scene has given her help
getting over Heath Ledger's death.  You remember Michelle from
your attempt to talk to her last week, right, Gary?"



            Gary dropped his jaw.  "She gave you an interview?"



            "Yes.  I identified myself and told her I would air
nothing without her permission.  I was very nice to her.  You
should try that sometime."



            "Damn it!" Gary cursed.  "You really lucked out and I
ain't got shit!  How did that happen?  Baxter?"



            "It's your karma, Gary," the hippie said with a
smile.  "Let's go home."



***



            In another mansion elsewhere in Los Angeles, a
redhead and a brunette were grinding their naked bodies against
one another.  The redhead was in her mid-twenties and voluptuous.
 Vivid auburn hair and deep blue eyes accented her fierce angel's
face.  The brunette was about ten years older and slimmer in
figure.  Her black hair flowed about a Romanesque visage with
expressive brown eyes.  Both women were beautiful and talented
actresses.



            "Yes!" Erika Christensen cried out, removing her
mouth from Marisol Nichols's.  The other woman's small brown
nipples stabbed into Erika's own large pink breasts.  Their legs
rubbed together, entangling about each other's sweat-flushed
torsos.  The two women rolled back and forth on the tan-sheeted
bed, the black rubber double-ended dildo they had between them
moving in both their cunts.  Erika's pussy was surrounded by a
fertile vee of blonde hair while Marisol's had a well-tended
black patch.  Their hands journeyed over each other's backsides,
massaging hip and shoulder muscles.  Marisol's body was athletic
and Erika's was larger in figure but equally toned.



            We've been lovers just over six years, Erika recalled
as they fucked.  She smiled at Marisol's eyes and the other woman
beamed in return.  Each pulled the other closer with arms and
legs and their lips touched again.



            The two had first met taking Scientology courses
together in Los Angeles.  Erika was born into the church while
Marisol was introduced to it by her chiropractor.  They both
found fulfillment in Scientology's teachings and values.  They
also agreed the church needed to turn away from its abusive
practices such as charging money for spiritual services and
expelling members who did not strictly toe the scriptural lines.
As celebrities, Erika and Marisol were mostly immune to these
provisos but they still felt sympathy for people who did not
enjoy such advantages.



            "You remember our first time?" Marisol asked Erika in
a breathless voice.  Erika nodded, exhaling as she reminisced. 
Six years ago Erika was in the middle of filming the teenage
slasher film "Swimfan" and enjoying a church purification sauna
between days of shooting.  Marisol and four other Scientologist
actresses -- Catherine Bell, Lynsey Bartilson, Laura Prepon and
Juliette Lewis -- entered the sauna and surrounded Erika.



            "We've heard about you," the "Resurrection Boulevard"
star Marisol said.  "You're part of a movement to reform
Scientology with celebrity leaders."



            Erika blinked but nodded.  She had indeed recently
joined such a group.  It was guided by the church's Office of
Special Affairs Director Mike Rinder and senior celebrity
Scientologists such as Isaac Hayes and John Travolta.  The
movement was growing but the members wanted to keep it secret. 
Scientology's Chairman and the fanatics who held power in the
church could be deadly enemies if the reformers challenged them.
Thus the movement was not widely advertised and did not even have
a name.



            "Be not afraid, Erika," Marisol said, making a
gesture that indicated she was a Friendship member.  "We're here
to help you.  You have a purpose we share and the ability to
accomplish it."  She smiled.  "We've also heard you're into
swinging.  We've all been doing that for a number of years. 
Catherine's agent, who is also your agent, told us about you."



            The women then moved in to touch the no longer
apprehensive Erika and dropped their cotton robes.  A steamy orgy
followed.  It remained among Erika's most treasured experiences.
She found key allies in Marisol and the other actresses. 
Catherine and Juliette had been popular in the church for over a
decade.  Laura was a new entrant and Lynsey was born and raised
in the religion just as Erika was.  Lynsey's mother was a church
lawyer who had become so disgusted with defending Scientology in
court over and over again that she wanted to see the religion
reform before it disintegrated under its own mistakes.  Laurie
Bartilson passed her desire on to her daughter.  Lynsey was a
rising star in the church's "Youth for Human Rights" program. 
She became a valuable secret recruiter for Erika's movement.



            It was Marisol, though, who was even more useful. 
Like Lynsey, she was heavily involved in the church charities. 
She was also the older girlfriend of a teenage genius named Taron
Lexton who wrote and directed many of Scientology's promotional
videos.  Taron wanted their church reformed too.



            "Marisol and I see quite a number of people having to
put on a happy face for my cameras," he said when Erika inquired.
 "It bothers me when I think about how many of them really feel
cheerful and how many don't."



            Because of this opinion, both Taron and his
girlfriend wished to be part of Erika's reform drive.  They had
enlisted the other actresses who entered the sauna and their
families.  All knew that their goals might not succeed and would
probably take a long time to accomplish but believed the journey
was worth it.



            "We have the power to change our church," the
"Grounded for Life" star Lynsey Bartilson said.  "We are being
used to sell something that can help but also hurt.  We must take
over and stop the hurting."  Erika agreed and welcomed them all
into her circle of associates.



            Soon afterwards, the Friendship Viceroy who headed
their movement was exposed as a would-be reformer and thrown out
of Scientology.  Fear spread in the wake of this.  The movement
disintegrated before it could do anything major.  Rinder, the new
leader, warned everyone to quiet down.  A doctrine promotion
campaign spearheaded by Chairman David Miscavige along with Tom
Cruise, Jenna Elfman and other celebrity fanatics followed. 
Erika's movement lost its drive and the would-be reformers
slipped into the shadows.



            For the past six years they had stayed there,
watching and waiting as their creed's new popularity backfired
and the forces opposing Scientology in its entirety grew.  In
2007, Rinder had resigned his office and left the church.  The
reformers had no leader now and every Scientologist celebrity's
career was suffering as word of their religion's abuses continued
to spread.  The church contracted and declined in strength, just
as Erika's movement had.  Vibes of apprehension ran high among
those who remained inside.



            The reformers still exist, though, Erika thought. 
We've been growing in recent years.  We do not sponsor
Scientology's abuses and we lead others away from them.  We're
ready to step up when the time comes, held together by the
Friendship and our dreams.  Deft political maneuvers and staying
away from the fanatics has kept us part of our religion.  Poise,
precision, resolve and audacity will one day let us lead.  I have
faith in that.  The Internet protest group Anonymous, the
ex-Scientologists and the others who are against us may for the
most part not know about us or even believe we exist, but we are
here.  We might not be willing to accept their help, but we too
want our church to change.  We believe Scientology has the right
to be a religion and stand in this world.  We live the good in
our beliefs, knowing that good exists, and work to edit out the
evil.  The battle for our tomorrow continues today.



            She grinned at the last thought, the theme from
"Terminator" sounding in her soul.



            Erika and Marisol were celebrating now, having just
secured another victory in that ongoing conflict.  Erika was
acting in independent films at present and Marisol was on the TV
show "24".  Taron retained his job as church advertising
director.  He had increased his standing by being one of the
first to film the aftermath of the 2004 Asian tsunami disaster
and winning several awards.  All were active in charity and
quietly supporting their secret Scientology reform movement. 
They were shocked when they discovered their enemies had nearly
corrupted Erika's youngest brother.



            Thankfully, the problem was easily solved.  When he
contacted Erika three days ago, Dane Christensen was already free
of Jessica Feshbach Rodriguez, the fanatic cleric who had tried
to worm her way into his life.  Erika had sent Dane to her OSA
deputy director ally Melissa Feshbach Prynne in St. Louis.  Also
a Scientology minister, Melissa was Jessica's twin sister and
personality opposite.  She specialized in helping those who were
angry at Scientology's dark side learn that they did not have to
be part of something bad.  Melissa's main tool was directing her
clients towards charity and spiritual relief, the intended
purposes of any church.



            A growing number of ministers were on Melissa's side,
enough to make even Chairman Miscavige take note.  He had toned
down his efforts to deter reform of late, afraid his church was
collapsing.  There were also members of his own family who had
left Scientology and hurt Miscavige's conscience.  Unfortunately,
the Chairman's sympathy did not extend to everyone in the church.



            Jessica and her family were a key example, Erika
mused.  Except for Melissa and a few others, they were all
dedicated Scientologists who practiced their beliefs with
overzealous indifference, ignoring the negative consequences. 
Joe Feshbach, Jessica's father, made his fortune through
unethical stock market practices.  He donated millions to church
programs and expected his family to be treated well in return. 
Jessica's cousins Bean, Bunce and Boggis were ministers who had
been inside the church's internal retribution programs more than
anyone else in all of Scientology's history.  Erika often
shivered when she observed them unable to stop running everywhere
and attempting to bait those who pissed them off.



Jessica herself had also developed a bad reputation in the past
ten years.  The unbalanced OSA operative was known for inspiring
a series of celebrity public relations fiascos with bad advice. 
The worst episodes included Tom Cruise's biased debate over
psychology with "Today Show" host Matt Lauer and Jenna Elfman's
proclamation that AIDS was "only a state of mind."  Jessica
accepted responsibility for none of her deeds.



            If not for Melissa, Erika thought, I might despise
the entire Feshbach family.  She's so calm and considerate in the
face of it all that she makes up for the others.  Melissa tells
me the rest of her family is crooked by their own fault.  They're
Scientology nobility and they refuse to know any life other than
that.



            "They can't see that their way is dooming us,"
Melissa said to Erika.  "People like my family are the reason our
church gets protested.  It's their refusal to remove the planks
from off their eyes.  So what if we're considered crazy for
believing alien specters cause mental illness and enlightenment
can be found within one's own self?  The world would have few
problems with us if we weren't so elitist about our faith."



            Melissa's gaze was steady and discerning but not
judgmental.  In face and figure, she resembled the independent
film star Parker Posey.  About thirty years old, Melissa
regularly wore a blue skirted suit.  Her long black hair was
streaked with premature gray.  Erika had seen pictures of Jessica
and knew she looked exactly like Melissa except in three areas. 
Melissa was kindly while Jessica's usual attitude was haughty and
sardonic.  In addition, Jessica dyed her hair to keep the gray
out and one of her hazel eyes was glass.  The latter feature was
the product of an auto accident Jessica suffered at age eighteen,
Melissa informed Erika.  Melissa did not know the exact details
of the event, only that it had seriously scarred Jessica's face.
Their father had paid for plastic surgery and Scientology
auditing to cover up the injury's effects, but neither Jessica's
mind nor body was completely whole.



            "They gave her a spot in the church anyway," Melissa
said.  "It was my father's money and Jessica's own skill at our
techniques.  She has since become heavily involved with celebrity
auditing and public relations.  I do not think she is a talented
actress.  However, she can still fool people.  I recommend you
avoid her, Erika, as long as you can."



            Melissa was not Erika's lover.  She had sworn off sex
after her Green Beret husband died in Iraq and she found no
satisfaction in other men or women.  "At least I'm not like my
sister," Melissa let slip to Erika once.  She refused to further
explain.



            Erika had sought further information on Jessica over
the years of hearing about her, especially the past three days. 
Everything Erika discovered said that Jessica was competent at
Scientology scriptures and methods but either ignorant towards
the results of the way she used them or deliberately malicious. 
If the latter was the case, Erika could not discern a reason.



            I don't even have to ask, Erika thought in the
present.  Not now that I know what she did to my brother.  The
fact that Jessica was more interested in Dane's connections to
Evan Rachel Wood and Marilyn Manson than she was in Dane himself
mitigates my fears.  She backed off once Evan and Manson rebuffed
her and Dane discharged her.  Dane told me about his experiences
with Jessica Friday evening.  After my family and I went over
everything with Dane, using my genius girlfriend Alicia as an
independent observer, we sent a complaint up the chain to
Melissa.  Melissa called us back in an hour and did a preliminary
audit with Dane on the phone.  They verified his experiences
again and now Dane's in St. Louis with Melissa treating him in
person.  Most of our family is there as well.  Melissa wrote a
report to her superiors upon concluding her first audit of my
brother.  Chairman Miscavige called Melissa the day afterwards
and said he would reprimand Jessica for her misdeeds.



            "Jessica told him about your schooling just as you
feared," Melissa told Erika after talking to Miscavige.  "I put
the spin on it you requested.  You believe education is a gift
and that even if psychologists are our enemies you felt you
should know them.  Miscavige accepted this and said he was proud
of you."



            "Good," Erika answered, relieved.  Miscavige was one
of the most irrationally anti-psychology people in her church and
it would not do for him to see her degree the wrong way.  "What
about my family?"



            "The Chairman was quite displeased to hear about what
my sister did to your brother.  He's taking steps to punish her.
She and our cousins have all been given additional black marks on
their records and day after tomorrow they're going to be sent on
a probationary world tour of all Scientology facilities. 
Miscavige wants them reminded of the diversity within our
organization and this planet."



            "That's it?" Erika asked, surprised.



            "He can't do any more.  Jessica and the other three
broke no official church policies.  The worst they did was
overzealous recruitment, which is hardly a crime.  We have only
Dane's word that those rumors were put out to the tabloids at
Jessica's instruction.  She admits nothing.  Yes, forcing Dane to
disconnect from the rest of your family was wrong but no harm was
done now that it's been repealed.  That's what Miscavige said."



            "How can he be so cold?"



            "You know his position.  Scientology is still
regarded with suspicion and hate all over the world, even with
the recent gains we've had in Germany and elsewhere.  My father
is one of many fanatics who contribute large funds and recruit
numbers to the Church.  With all the bad publicity directed at us
right now, Miscavige doesn't want to upset these people."



            "Melissa, I barely got Dane to change his mind about
departing Scientology after what your sister had him do.  You
know how he feels.  You've talked to him."



            "Your brother was to blame for what happened as much
as Jessica, Erika.  He followed her instructions.  Dane admits to
that and has accepted it.  Why can't you?"



            "I have accepted it," Erika said with a groan.  "Dane
apologized to the family and we've all forgiven him.  When he
returns to L.A. later this week he'll make amends to Evan. 
Dane's going into Walker's karate program and parking cars at our
brother Nick's auto dealership while studying for business
school.  That should fix him up right.  I want something to
happen to Jessica, though.  We have to stop fostering the
discrimination against us.  We can't just deny our mistakes, we
need to learn from them and fix them.  Haven't people like
Jessica done enough damage to our church over the years?"



            "She cannot be held accountable for anything she has
done.  It was all in accordance with doctrine.  Warped outdated
doctrine, yes, but she violated no laws.  The reactions of others
are to blame for what happened as a result of Jessica's
manipulations, the way the Chairman sees things.  He says she's
making mistakes but can be ironed out with auditing and this
world tour.  I pray he's right."



            Melissa was silent for a moment.  "There was one
other thing.  Miscavige wanted me to apologize to you on his
behalf for this situation.  He wants you to know that you and all
your friends are welcome in the church.  He emphasized the word
`friends'."



            Erika felt her heart catch.  "Does he know about our
reform movement?"



            "He didn't let on if he did or not.  We've existed
for several decades, though, Erika.  I don't see how he couldn't
know about us.  Miscavige may not be able to formally support
reform but he doesn't want our faction gone from the church any
more than he wants my father's gone.  He intends for Scientology
to survive and flourish, not collapse into a religious war. 
Miscavige isn't Friendship, but he is aware of the society and
its presence within Scientology.  Our church founder Ron Hubbard
was a Friendship Viceroy who used his connections to spread our
religion in the early days.  Ron broke with the Friendship when
they refused to raise him to Regal and he felt he no longer
needed them.  Since then other Friends still inside Scientology
have worked to aid our church and limit the fanatics' influence.
They did not forget Ron or those of us who are good.  You, your
family, Mike Rinder and I are among them."



            Erika gasped at the unfamiliar lessons.  Then she
smiled, realizing she should have known.  "So Miscavige isn't
going to expel us then?"



            "No, I don't think so, although he can't recognize us
either.  This is the best we can hope for right now, Erika. 
There are many people in the church as powerful as Miscavige,
people like my father and sister, who would prefer otherwise."



            "Fine," Erika replied.  "Tell the Chairman I
appreciate his decision.  I also agree with him on Jessica.  As
for our reforms, my commitment to them was just increased." 
Melissa replied that hers was as well.



            Both Melissa and Erika, Scientology reverend and
parishioner, had then contacted their allies and arranged support
for Manson's gay rights fundraiser the next evening.  Some
Scientologist celebrities attended while others sent checks and
good wishes.  Erika, who was still unsure whether she could
reunite with Manson's girlfriend Evan, was one of the latter.



            Marisol, agreeing with Melissa that they had achieved
a triumph, told Erika that they should have their own party the
same night as Manson's.  Taron would be out of town, but Marisol
and Erika could still have fun together.  Erika concurred.



            I'm pleased Marisol's with us, Erika completed her
mental review with a smile.  She licked the other actress's
tongue with her own.  The two were dedicated girlfriends who
often worked out together in the gym and the bedroom.  They had
not fucked in a long time, though.  Earlier that year Marisol had
married Taron and given birth to their daughter.  Sex during
pregnancy was discouraged by Scientology doctrine and Erika
honored this practice with her lovers who wished to follow it. 
Non-Scientologists such as Erika's "Six Degrees" co-star Bridget
Moynahan and her "Upside of Anger" co-star Keri Russell were
happy to fuck Erika whether they were pregnant or not.  Marisol
and other devout Scientologists felt otherwise.  Erika respected
and fulfilled the wishes of each.



            Now Marisol's baby was born and her body was
recovered.  She and Erika were making up for lost time, kissing
and rubbing one another.  Arms massaged backs and legs fastened
tight around hips.  Breasts touched and nipples dueled.  Breaths
were exchanged along with tongue swaps.  The dildo throbbed
between them, stimulating each woman's cunt as it was pushed into
the other woman by her muscles.  Both Marisol and Erika felt
lubrication flowing from inside their bodies.  The bed's
absorbent sheets were soaking it up.  Their minds were being
stripped of negative emotions such as guilt and apathy and filled
instead with a mutual caring and joy.



            I love Marisol, Erika thought, just as I love my
primary non-Scientologist lovers Doug and Alicia.  Marisol's
earned my adoration again recently by spying on the fanatics for
me.  Marisol went to Jessica right after we got Dane off to see
Melissa and conducted an auditing session for a neurosis she only
pretended she had.  Others among my reform circle followed
Melissa's lead and now we all know Jessica's our enemy.  Auditing
is a process that often allows you to gaze into the soul of your
confessor just as they gaze into yours.  As thespians, we are
better able to keep our inner selves hidden than someone like
Jessica, who only knows what the church has taught her.  I have
no fear she will find us out.  Even if she does, she cannot stop
us.



            Deciding not to consider her adversary any longer,
Erika turned her full measure of attention to arousing Marisol. 
They lashed their bodies back and forth, fumbling towards
ecstasy.  Again and again they met and separated, all the time
attentive to each other's needs.  Their tits rubbed together and
their hands wandered stroking paths.  Their mouths kissed, their
tongues thrusting at one another.  Their legs squeezed the rubber
rod between them.  Both women felt the oncoming rush rising
within their loins.



            <I>Joyful, joyful, we adore thee... God of mercy, god
of hope...</I>



            Erika blinked, hearing the chords.  Funny, she
thought.  I've had great sex before, but never have I heard
angelic choirs singing during it.  Then she became aware Marisol
was glowering at her and recognized the sound.  Shoot!  My cell
phone!



            Pulling her pussy off the dildo, Erika split herself
from Marisol like a dividing amoeba and rolled over to the
bedside table.  She silenced the choir and picked up her phone. 
"Hello?"



            "Yeah, hi, this is Kirk Cameron," a smarmy voice
answered.  "I'm trying to reach Erika Christensen, secret
celebrity counselor?"



            "This is she," Erika said.  Marisol gaped at her but
Erika waved the other woman away.  The call was something very
important Erika had been expecting.  She called up all her
Scientology and psychology skills, ready to use them.



            "Hi," Kirk repeated. "My sister Candace said you're
both in the Friendship and she wanted me to talk to you.  I don't
really know why but ..."



            "It's because I'm a sinner, Kirk," Erika interrupted,
using her rehearsed speech.  She reclined and kept one hand
between her legs as she talked, maintaining her body's damp
warmth.  "I'm a happy sinner.  Candace wants me to challenge you
with that."



            "Excuse me?"


            "You're an evangelical Christian asshole and it's
been hurting both your relationships and your career.  Your
sister asked me to help you wise up."  Marisol was laughing now
as she listened to Erika's end of the conversation.  Erika waved
her to be quiet and then activated the phone's speaker.  Marisol
nodded in acknowledging thanks.



            "Well, I'm just being how God wants me to," Kirk
said, flabbergasted.



            "You're wrong," Erika replied.  "There are different
ways of interpreting and living God's messages.  There are so
many that no single one can work for everybody.  Did Candace give
you my resume?"



            "Yes.  She said you were a high-level yet liberal
Scientologist and an award-winning actress.  You also hold black
belts in Hapkido and karate and you recently acquired a
University of Phoenix online psychology degree with honors.  The
combination was enough to interest me."



            "I find that my varied skills give me much intuition
into my own mind and those of other people," Erika said.  She
returned Marisol's smile and raised thumb.  "I have discipline
and emotional serenity and I can teach them to those who will pay
attention."



            "Well, you know that Scientology isn't a real church,
right?"



            "I'm aware of that opinion.  Let's forget it, though.
 Candace does not want me to discuss that with you.  Kirk, you
have your beliefs.  You live them well.  The problem is that you
expect everyone else to be just like you.  You ignore that we're
not happy that way.  Don't you think God wants people to be
happy?"  Erika was repeating the word "happy" to draw Kirk's
concentration to it.

            "Yes, but God prefers us to be happy doing what he
says."



            "Well, Kirk, not everyone agrees with you about what
God says.  Or what man says, for that matter.  We each have a way
we think best and we have a right to live that way."



            "Look, you may want to go to hell, but I don't,
okay?"



            "Who says I'm going to hell?  Is God telling you
that?  Do you honestly believe everyone who doesn't agree with
you is going to hell or is saying so just a defense mechanism?"



            Kirk paused.  "I know why Candace had me call you,"
he said after a moment.  "You want to change.  I can help you
with that."



            "No, Kirk, I don't need to change.  You do.  Candace
and her husband agree and so does your wife.  She was really
angered by what you made her do in your recent film about the
Love Dare."  Erika referred to a Christian marriage salvation
program depicted in Kirk's movie "Fireproof".



            "I had to do that.  I had to call my wife onto the
set so I could kiss her instead of my co-star.  My wife knows why
I did it and she agrees with me."



            "Wrong.  Your wife wants you to have enough faith in
the strength of your relationship that you're able to kiss other
women besides her.  It was only a movie, Kirk.  What you did was
funny and had good intentions behind it, from one point of view.
From another, it was unnecessary and offensive to your wife."



            "Well, I had to do it!  A long time ago, something
was missing from my life.  I sought parties and the Hollywood
experience, but it didn't work.  Then I found God.  Ever since
then I've known what I had to do.  I'm on a quest to make the
entertainment world conform to Christianity.  I'm not giving it
up!"



            "Really?  Even though it's already cost you your
career outside non-Christian themed films along with your public
respect and now it may also cost you your marriage?  Suppose I
also told you it was hurting your church and undermining your
professed goals?"



            "I..."



            Kirk stopped in astonishment and Erika spoke to fill
the void.  "Kirk, you don't have to listen to me, okay?  I don't
want you to be like me.  Your life is your own and you make the
decisions about how you want to live.  I just want you to extend
the same courtesy to everyone else.  'Treat other people how you
want to be treated'.  That is the Golden Rule of Jesus, right?"



            "Yes.  But there are also..."



            "Whoa!" Erika cut him off.  "I'm not calling you for
a Bible argument."  She kept her voice calm and purposeful.  "We
live in the real world and no one book can define that world.  I
agree with you the Bible comes close.  However, I disagree that
it is the only philosophy.  Kirk, I have a dare for you.  Not a
Love Dare.  I don't know very much about that program.  I'm sure
it's something you can follow and learn to appreciate, though."



            "Okay, go ahead."



            "Romans chapter twelve, verse two reads 'Do not
conform to the pattern of this world.  Be transformed by the
renewing of your mind.'  Can you do what that verse says and see
if it alters your life?"



            "Yes, although I must highlight that you're taking
those words a bit out of context."



            "Never mind that.  Think about how they apply to what
we've been discussing."



            Kirk took a moment to consider.  "I get it," he said
finally.  "You're saying each person needs to find their own way
to God.  I shouldn't try to force mine on them."



            "Exactly.  Jesus never did such a thing.  He
encouraged his followers to live better lives and step away from
their negatives but he never demanded anything they weren't ready
to deliver.  My own church's founder was the same."



            "That's not entirely true.  If you look at
history..."



            "Sometimes history is murky and uncomfortable. 
That's why we have myths.  I believe your religion's myths, Kirk.
 I ask you to honor mine."



            "The world is more complicated than myths, Erika. 
There are people who are turning away from God and seeking evil
like gay marriage.  There are even some who deny God exists."



            "How do you know such things are evil?  How do you
know God didn't create them?  How do you know they aren't part of
his plan?"



            "Because..."  Kirk stopped himself this time.  "Never
mind.  You already have a counter-argument ready, don't you? 
Fine, I'll take your dare.  I'll do my thing and try to let other
people do their own."



            "Try not, Kirk.  Do or do not.  There is no try."



            "Alright, I'll do it.  However, I think I need to
talk to you more about this in person.  My wife and my sister
will have to come with me."



            "No problem.  I'm ready to see all of you.  As I'm
sure Candace told you, I charge no fees except what you want to
pay."



            "Right.  She also told me about that Scientology
church you opened in Plant City where you're sponsoring all the
classes with your own celebrity fortune.  I can't believe your
cult, excuse me, your religion is letting you get away with
that."



            "They are, for now.  There's a wind of change going
on in my church and I have to work hard to move within it."



            "Yeah, well, good luck with that.  You know God is
willing to help you if you let him, right?  Christians too?"



            "Of course.  My martial arts teacher's a Christian."



            "Yeah, Candace said something about that.  She said
your martial arts teacher was an evangelical Christian whom you
believed was the sort of person I should be.  He's strong in his
own skills and faith, a master of himself and his environment. 
However, he's also willing to let others have their beliefs,
encouraging but not coercing them to live God's ways.  Candace
wouldn't tell me his name."



            "I'll give you a hint," Erika said with a smirk.  "My
sensei is a man who does not sleep.  He waits."



            Kirk gasped.  "You train with Chuck Norris? 
<I>The</I> Chuck Norris?"



            "Yes, I do.  My boyfriend introduced us.  Doug met
Chuck while working in Texas law enforcement.  I often have to
talk to my sensei like I did to you just now.  He appreciates it
about as much.  Chuck says I remind him of his 'Walker, Texas
Ranger' love interest Alex Cahill.  That's why I've taken to
calling him 'Walker'."



            "I'm going to contact Chuck.  I need to verify this."



            "Feel free.  When you get off the line, talk to your
wife.  I want to see you both some time next week.  I have to fly
to St. Louis on some family business but when I get back I want
to do more to straighten you out."



            "Sure.  Thank you, Erika.  We'll see you soon.  You
know, you might want to think about switching your religion."



            "I like myself just fine, but thanks anyway.  Later."
 Erika hung up the phone and looked at Marisol.  "Well?"



            "Win," Marisol said, affirming Erika's success. 
"Epic win."  She sat cross-legged facing Erika on the bed, the
wet dildo jutting from her pussy.  "You did great.  Are you
looking to convert Kirk Cameron or..."



            "No!" Erika interrupted, scowling.  "He's on a good
path.  I don't need to change it.  I just want to stabilize him a
little.  The road to heaven is not something you should walk by
yourself, right?"



            "Agreed.  One other thing.  You do know that leaving
your phone on during sex is rude?"



            "Hey, you have that infant monitor on!"



            Marisol glanced at the device Erika pointed out on
the other bedside table and grimaced.  "That's important.  If
Rain wakes up and starts crying, I need to be there."



            "I also need to be there for my clients.  I wasn't
sure when Kirk would call."



            "Okay, fine, I understand.  I'm sorry."  Marisol ran
a hand through her hair.  "What you did was good.  I just didn't
appreciate it at first.  Can we get back to fucking now that it's
over?"



            "But of course," Erika told her with a grin, putting
the phone down.  She leapt at and tackled the smiling Marisol. 
Erika kissed the other woman and rubbed their tits together as
they brushed against each other.  Nipples impacted and became
hard.  They wrestled on the bed, their passion returning quickly.
 Both actresses' faces grew flushed.  Their thighs collided and
quivered.  Erika was about to put her cunt back on Marisol's
dildo when her phone started sounding the horns of the William
Tell Overture.



            "Not again!" Erika groaned, splitting from Marisol
once more as the other woman sighed.



            "You handle this one on your own!" Marisol snapped
and then jumped off the bed onto her feet.  She pulled the dildo
out of her cunt and threw it down on the sheets.  The brunette
then walked to a robe that hung nearby and slipped it over her
naked body.  "I'm going to check on my daughter."



            Erika waved her off, smiling as she recognized the
number displayed on her phone.  Marisol exited the room stomping.
 Erika put her phone to her ear and beamed.  "Hello, Evan."



            "How'd you know it was me?" Evan Rachel Wood asked.



            "I saved your ring tone.  I hoped you would come back
into my life someday."



            "Oh.  Thanks."  Evan took a deep breath.  "Erika,
listen, I know we've been out of touch recently."



            "Yes, and that's a bad thing.  It was my fault more
than yours.  I'm sorry, Evan."



            "It's okay.  Thank you for sending Brando, Alicia and
all those other people to the party tonight.  You did get Alicia
and her boyfriend back together, right?"



            "I tried.  I got Nathan to ask Alicia out one more
time and then I got Alicia to say yes in return for my taking on
a client she suggested.  I pray it works."



            "It might.  They looked jovial with each other. 
Brando told me that Dane got away from Jessica and called you. 
Doug had already e-mailed me about it on Friday."



            "I know.  I asked him to."



            "Is Dane okay now?"


            "Yes, he's fine.  Melissa's helping him iron out his
issues and our other brother Nick and our parents are there with
them in St. Louis.  Brando and I will fly down tomorrow.  Did
Brando tell you about Melissa?"



            "Yeah.  He said she was the positive twin of Jessica.
 I'm glad she exists.  I'd like to meet her.  I want to see you
again too."



            "No problem.  I'll visit you as soon as I get back. 
Are you still living with that shock rocker?"



            "Manson?  No, we broke up.  I'm dating another guy,
but it's not serious yet.  Manson and I are still friends, in the
capital sense of the word as well as the biblical."



            Erika blinked.  "Marilyn Manson is Friendship?"



            "Yes.  Manson's an okay guy, Erika.  He's not someone
you should judge by their cover -- sort of like a certain
Scientologist slut I met a few years ago."



            "I guess even I'm not immune to prejudice," Erika
replied after she got over her surprise.  "I'm sorry, Evan.  I
should have trusted you and taken the chance to meet the man you
were dating instead of assuming things about him based on what I
heard.  I'm ready to make recompense now.  Can you excuse the
wait?"



            "Yes!  I need you in my life, Erika, especially with
all that's been happening lately."



            "You got me," Erika affirmed, grinning at her seated
naked image in the bedroom's mirror.  "You got Alicia and
everyone else also.  We never left you, Evan.  We just thought
you left us."



            "Well, I didn't.  You didn't need to send Doug's
spies to confirm that, by the way.  I like Jodi Lee and Asher,
they're good people I haven't seen in a while, but dispatching
them to deprogram me wasn't the best idea."



            "That wasn't my plan!  I just wanted someone to make
sure you were okay and I couldn't do it myself because of what
happened with Dane."



            "It's fine," Evan said, giggling.  "Jodi Lee and I
are lovers now.  She sends her regards.  Asher was fun too, even
though I haven't fucked him.  He gave me a tarot card reading I
would like to discuss with you sometime."



            "Tarot?"  Erika raised her eyebrows, recalling
another tarot reading Asher had given her several months ago. 
Erika did not remember all the cards he'd drawn, only that she
was "Justice" and the "Queen of Wands".  These cards both stood
for self-knowledge and wisdom.  Erika's present state was the
"Hanged Man", a card signifying an outcast from society who
appeared to be a fool but was in fact completely in alignment
with the world and integrated.



            Erika appreciated these images.  She was more
concerned when Asher foretold her future and showed her cards
depicting a toppling tower, two lovers and a skeleton on a pale
horse.  Erika wished she could remember what Asher had said about
those images.



            That future hasn't come yet, she thought.  At least I
don't think it has.  This recent conflict seems worthy.  Never
mind.  I have Evan back in my life and that is enough.  I will
give no thought to things I can't envision. Taking a breath,
Erika turned her attention back to the phone.



            "So you're not mad at me?"



            "No.  I just want us to be friends again.  Manson
also wants to meet you.  He needs to thank you for something."



            Erika gasped as Evan filled her in on Manson's
quitting cocaine.  "You got Manson off drugs with the program I
told you about?"



            "Yeah.  I told Dane.  He didn't tell you?"



            "Maybe he wanted to let you tell me."



            "I bet he did.  Narconon worked for Manson.  I'm
going to hang around him for a year or two to make sure,
something your program's official counselors don't do that often.
 I think he'll be okay, though.  I appreciate you giving me such
knowledge, Erika."



            "No problem.  You keep using it well."



            "I'll do that.  See you when you get back from St.
Louis.  Say hi to Dane for me."



            "I will.  He wants to see you too, to atone for what
he did."



            "I'll be waiting.  So will Manson and my brother Ira.
 Bye, Erika, for now."



            "I love you," Erika said, then sighed when she
realized that Evan had already hung up.  Oh well, she thought, I
think Evan knows.



            "Are you done?" inquired a voice.  Erika looked up to
see Marisol had returned and was standing over her.  The other
actress had her arms crossed and an amused expression on her
face.  "Are all your conflicts resolved now?"



            Erika shook her head.  "Not hardly.  I think I'm fine
for the present, though."



            "Good," Marisol said, climbing back onto the bed. 
"Turn that phone off if you would, please.  Rain's still asleep
and I'm still horny."



            "I'm expecting a call from the Travoltas later this
evening," Erika said.  "John wants to talk about me counseling
Kelly and him next week.  It's just a small family values
reminder but it's important."



            "Can't it wait?"  Marisol's expression said the
question was rhetorical.



            "It can," Erika answered, gesturing in affirmation. 
She turned off her phone and set it aside.



            "Good.  I'm a patient woman, but not that patient." 
Marisol laughed and slid her robe off.  "Back to sex time."



            Projecting joyful spirits at Erika, she fell forward
and embraced the younger actress.  They kissed and touched their
bodies together, restoring the earlier sensitivity and excitement
in their erogenous zones.  Both Erika and Marisol's nipples
hardened again rapidly as their cunts opened and nectar flowed. 
Marisol grabbed the dildo and they resumed their earlier
positions on it.  Putting their arms and legs around one another,
they fucked the rubber implement.  Trading kisses, caressing
backs and colliding breasts, Marisol and Erika clashed on the
bed.  Each woman sent delight into the other with her actions and
received good will in return.  They spun a tapestry of rapid
spirals in their minds and bodies, their unbridled ecstasy
building as the weave unrolled.



            It took scant seconds for them both to reach climax.
The interruptions had increased their needs and now the time had
come.  The future was ahead and they would face it together,
their friends beside them.  Pleasure was the present, however,
and that was their entire world.  Rapture caught fire inside each
woman and they let it consume them, their bodies shaking with
joy.  Erika erupted first, wailing as she danced in the flames. 
She writhed her body against Marisol's and the other actress
followed her to orgasm in an instant.  She was much quieter and
calmer upon reaching her peak.  However, her heavy breathing and
flushed face showed that her inner spasms were as intense as
Erika's own.



            "I'm not exhausted yet," Marisol said, grinning in
the aftershocks.  She hugged Erika and kissed her.  "You?"



            "Never," Erika replied.  She returned Marisol's
attentions and bucked the dildo into her.  Marisol pumped it in
reply and fondled Erika's legs.  Nipples brushed together and
cunts sloshed as they moved.  The women were both certain they
would be working out their issues with each other for a great
while yet.



***

<b>The End.</b>

***

<b>Afterword:</b> <I>As always, my goal in writing about religion
is fair depiction and constructive criticism, not anything
malicious.  I hope you will let me know if I have done a good
job.  "Passion of Erika Christensen Chapter 5: Free Katie" is
next in this saga.  Stay tuned.

- AN.</I>