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IF YOU HAVE NOT READ AVATAR, BOOK 1 YOU WILL BE TOTALLY LOST!

This is Avatar: Establishment, Book 2 and it picks up right where the
first one left off.

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Avatar 2

Chapter 21


	Tina woke just as the light was filtering into her bedroom.  She was a
little groggy, and something felt a little off.  Wasn't there supposed
to be someone else here?  And... wait, today was the _first_ day of
school, right?  Her mind quickly cleared though, and she went into the
bathroom to take care of things.  Still, as she looked in the mirror,
she felt as if something ... maybe someone? ... was missing.  How odd.

	+++++

	Ken wandered around the house for a while.  He'd practiced already and
felt kind of at loose ends.  The large mansion was empty at the moment,
which made the huge place feel odd after an entire summer of it being
filled with people.  Ari, Tina, Genie, Bill and Eric were all at
school.  Gary and Annette were out somewhere, Joan was at the office,
and Jane and Sally had taken Christine and gone out for a little
shopping.  It still concerned him that Sally rarely, if ever, left the
Mansion grounds without someone else from the Circle along.  Since, at
this point in time, he couldn't actually picture her taking classes
with Sensei, something that might just make her feel a little safer,
this could turn into a problem.  He sighed, booted up the laptop he was
keeping his notes on, and lost himself in planning.

	++++++

	The house came alive with the influx of people returning from school
and work.  Tina was still feeling a little out of sorts, because she
couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.  She just
couldn't put her finger on what.  Ari and Bill were discussing a class
that they had together, and Eric was playing with his daughter.  She
was starting to walk now, and oddly enough, not getting into things.
Yet.  Ken noticed that her balance was quite remarkable for so young a
child.  He'd also noticed that Eric was bringing her to the classes he
and Sensei taught -- not that she was learning anything, of course.
But then, as he thought about it, he wondered if that was true.  She
never made a sound during class, and she always seemed to be intently
watching them.  Ken didn't know anything about small children, but even
so, her behavior seemed a little odd.

	Once her Dad put her down, Christine walked over to Joan, and gave her
a big hug.  Now that she had something to come home to, Joan was rarely
at the office late.  Next, the child found her mom, who picked her up,
and held her to her breast so she could eat.  Ken wondered when Sally
would put her on solid food.  He shook his head and smiled, wondering
how long it would be before Joan was pregnant.  He knew she wanted a
child badly, and he knew she was physically capable of carrying one to
term.

	"Joan," he said, a little later that evening, "when are you
going to be moving in with us?"

	"Huh?" she asked, looking over at him and sipping her wine.  As
usual, she as working on her laptop.

	"I said..."

	"I heard you," she smiled.  "I'm just not sure how to answer
that."

	Ken smiled and said, "Well, an answer of 'soon' wouldn't be bad."

	Joan shook her head.  "It's bad enough I'm spending so much time
here as it is.  I know that Sally and Eric won't move out, though, even
though I have plenty of room at my place."

	"Don't tell me," Ken said, "you feel like you're taking
advantage of us, right?"

	Joan closed her laptop and looked at Ken.  "Yes.  I do."

	"Look," he replied, "I can understand if you need your own
space.  At the rate we're going, I might have to find money somewhere
to actually add a wing onto this place.  But if you're not moving in
here because you think you're taking advantage of us, then that's
foolish.  You're not."

	"You know, I feel so comfortable here," she said.  "It's a
little confusing in some ways."

	"How so?"

	"Well, I never thought of myself as a particularly religious
person," she replied, making him blink.  "But the ritual we did
made me feel... complete in a way I'd never imagined.  Sally and Jane
and I have been talking a lot about your religion and I must say that I
like what they've been teaching me."

	She sounded like she had more to say, so Ken just waited.

	Joan gave him a cocky grin and said, "It goes without saying that I
was surprised to learn that you are a Priest."

	"Yes, well," he temporized, "I was a bit surprised when that
happened, too."

	Joan started to say something, then stopped.  Ken cocked an eyebrow at
her but she shook her head.

	"Naa," she said, "you'd think I was nuts."

	"Oh?  Try me," he replied.  "I'm a Priest, after all.  I'm
supposed to be understanding of people who are nuts."

	"Gee thanks," she said dryly.  "I just... well, I've been having
these very vivid dreams over these last few months.  I mean, at times,
they're so real that I could almost swear they weren't dreams.  And
there's always this woman in them.  Then, at the last ritual, I could
swear that I saw her.  My memory must be confused, because of course
she couldn't actually have been there, no matter how real it seemed.
It's all a little embarrassing."

	"What does she look like?" asked Ken.

	Of course, Joan described Lea.

	"Has she bothered you?" he asked.

	"Bothered?  Aside from the dreams being so real, I can't say I'm
bothered, no," replied Joan frowning.  "But she seems so real."

	"Maybe she is."

	"Oh, Ken.  Don't be silly.  If I only see her in dreams, then how
could she be real?"

	"Are you so sure they were dreams?" he asked, smiling.

	"Of course they were dreams," Joan said with a short laugh.  "No
one could be that impossibly beautiful."

	Ken shrugged and replied, "So, if She's just a dream, what's got you
bugged?"

	"I guess that she seems so real, that sometimes I can't be sure."

	"Then maybe," smiled Ken, "She's not a dream, after all."

	"You're not helping," frowned Joan.

	"Of course, I'm helping," he said, his smile growing larger,
"I'm listening, aren't I?"

	"Well, yes.  But don't you have any suggestions?"

	"I always find it very peaceful to walk in the Garden," he said.
"It can help to clear your mind; maybe even help you decide what's
real and what's not."

	And that was all he'd said, remembered Joan as she lay beside her
lovers that night.  She had ceased to be amazed by their capacity for
love-making -- and by her own eagerness to join them.  She was acting
like a hormone-laden teen, and at her age, it was a little
embarrassing.

	Joan's body was sated, but her mind just would not relax and let her
sleep.  Her thoughts were spinning, going from one topic to another,
but always revolving around her dreams of the woman.  Finally, she
decided to get up, since she didn't want to wake Sally and Eric with
her restless shifting.  Joan padded downstairs, naked of course, and
poured herself more wine.  Goose bumps raised on her skin from the
slight chill as she left the kitchen and wandered outside, eventually
finding her way into the Garden.  She smiled, thinking of Ken's earlier
advice.

	"It was good advice," came a lilting voice.

	Joan jumped, spilling her wine, then spun around.

	"Oh my god, you almost scared me to death!" she said as she looked
up.

	"May I help you with that?" asked the woman, indicating the wine
Joan had spilled on herself.

	Joan completely forgot her wine-soaked skin.  Hell, she forgot to
breathe.  This was her, the woman that kept showing up in her dreams.
Joan was sure though, that this was no dream.  Beyond that one small
piece of knowledge, thinking was simply not possible.  Breathing wasn't
so easy either.  Feeling ... that she could do.  Despite her earlier
love-making, she felt her breasts swelling, her sex filling with blood,
and her thighs getting wet.  Her nipples were hard points, pushing
toward the woman, who was moving toward her.

	As had happened in her dreams, the long, warm fingers closed around
hers and took the glass from her hand.  The woman took a sip, then
formally offered the glass back to Joan, holding it for her as she
drank.

	"You ache for a family," she said.  "You have one, here.  You
want a child.  Eric, who is one of my Priests, can give you one.  You
worry about your age.  Don't.  I have accepted you.  My Circle has
accepted you.  When will you accept us?  When will you stop denying
yourself what you truly want?"

	Joan tried to find her voice and form words.  It was so difficult to
think through the erotic haze covering her mind, but slowly, she was
able to get out the two word sentence:  "I'm afraid."

	The woman nodded.  "Of course you are.  You have lived a life in
which there was no room for your spirit to grow and be complete."
She tilted her head.  "Is there room now?  Will you make the room?"

	She smiled at Joan, then walked toward the edge of the Garden,
disappearing as she reached it.  Joan's breathing slowly returned to
normal, and her mind began to function again.  She sat in the grass, no
longer chilled, and closed her eyes, her mind beginning to work and her
body calming.  Why was she afraid?  There were many reasons, she
supposed, but were her fears worth losing a chance for happiness?

	Hours later, when she finally got back to bed, she sighed happily as
she snuggled up against Eric's warm body.  His arms went around her and
he held her tight to him, warming her chilled skin.

	+++++

	Joan wasn't the only restless person in the mansion.  Bill, too, was
often having difficulty sleeping of late, even after Genie -- and
whomever else they brought to their bed -- did their best to exhaust
him.  School was going well, his fiancée was wonderful, one of his
programs was getting ready to be released... what was it that was
making him so restless?

	Several things, actually, he realized one morning while on campus.  He
was accomplishing the things that he'd always hoped he would: school,
creating commercial-level applications, and -- wonder of wonders -- he
even had a great relationship with an amazing woman.  But there were
some things he just couldn't get his head around.  At first, he hadn't
given them much notice, but once he'd gone back to the regular semester
at college, he'd started to notice ... oddities.

	He was a healthy male.  Not outstanding-looking, but he was in
generally good shape.  Despite spending most of his time at a keyboard,
he enjoyed mountain biking (he, Sandy, Ken and Jane still did that at
least once a week), the martial arts classes were great, and he had
even grown to enjoy swimming.  (Well, what was not to like about that?
The women at the mansion swam nude.)

	Still, this semester he seemed to be getting more than his fair share
of looks from women, and a rather large number of them were making a
point of trying to get to know him.  The women at the mansion (and they
were not what he would call typical) would make love with him at the
drop of a hat.  And he'd found himself more than ready to go when they
wanted to play around.  There was no jealousy (something that still
puzzled him) and everyone was generally happy.  But here on campus,
he'd been hit on more times his first week than he had in all his
previous years.  It was unnerving.  Of course, these women didn't react
the way the he was used to.  Some got huffy, no matter how graciously
he turned them down.  Some didn't understand the word 'No', and a few,
when he'd told them that he was engaged, offered a threesome.  He'd
tried discussing it with Genie, but she'd just smiled and told him he
should enjoy himself.

	As if.  There was no way he'd risk getting some kind of disease, or
getting someone pregnant.  He was protected at the mansion; he knew
everyone there was clean, and that they weren't going to get pregnant
(not that he'd ever stopped to wonder why he was so sure of those
things).  However, his experience with the women on campus did not
match what he'd spent the summer learning at the mansion.  Hell, even
Tina acted more mature than these girls did, and she was only fifteen!

	It wasn't that he wasn't interested in some of them, either.  Which
brought him to wonder about some of the fantasies he'd been having.
There was one girl in particular, in one of his classes, that he
thought was very attractive.  He had been sitting there watching her
one time, and started to fantasize about her.  One would think that
with all the sex he was getting, that he wouldn't have the energy for
fantasies, but he did.  In this one, she was opening herself to a man
for the first time.  She was nervous, but he calmed her and slowly took
her virginity, even managing to bring her to orgasm more than once.
Her sweet nipples, long and hard, spent a lot of time in his mouth,
where they received plenty of nipping and sucking.  He ate her to
orgasm once before sliding into her pussy, breaking her hymen and then
slowly fucking her to another orgasm.

	Once he had returned his attention back to the classroom, he could see
the points of her nipples pushing against her tank top.  She had been
squirming in her seat, and she had turned to look at him, her eyes
glassy with lust.  Now, Bill was very used to getting that look from
the mansion women; he wasn't used to seeing it on a woman he didn't
know, who was just sharing a class with him.  But he couldn't shake the
feeling that she had been having a fantasy, too.  In fact, insane as it
sounded, he was beginning to think she had been having the same fantasy
that he'd been having .... naaa.  That was nuts.

	But the incident had followed him the rest of that day.  And he'd had
the same sort of experience twice more during the week -- once more
with her, and once with another cute girl he'd been checking out.
Actually, the second time with Carol (he'd discovered her name), it
hadn't been a fantasy... exactly.  It was more like he was viewing a
sexual encounter from her viewpoint, which had been very disconcerting.
 Also, very intense.

	Then there was the fact that most of his classes seemed ridiculously
easy this semester.  He couldn't understand why.  These were some of
the most difficult classes he'd taken yet, but they seemed far easier
than they should be.  He'd always been smart, but these classes were
supposed to be challenging him, and they ...

	"Have you found Jesus?"

	"What?" asked Bill, who had been deep in thought.

	"Have you found Jesus?" repeated an earnest young man.

	"Is he lost?" asked Bill, who wasn't really paying attention.

	The young man smiled tolerantly.

	"If you haven't found Him, then you are the one who is lost.  He can
help."

	Now that he realized what the guy was talking about, Bill wondered how
he could get him to go away.

	"Uh, thanks, but I'm not interested," he said, and moved to walk
around the other man.

	Who stepped back in the way.

	"If you haven't found the Word of God, your soul is in mortal
peril."

	"Wouldn't that be 'immortal' peril?" Bill quipped.  "Look, I'm
not interested, but thanks anyway."

	"It isn't too late for you," the young man called out, as Bill
walked quickly away.  "Remember, Jesus saves!"

	And Cthulhu saves for later, in case he's hungry, thought Bill.  He
wished that people would keep their religion to themselves.  After all,
how would they feel if he started telling them they should worship the
Goddess?

	He stopped walking in shock.  The Goddess.  The thought of worshiping
Her was just so natural.  Did he actually believe in the Goddess of the
Circle?

	Bill walked onto the grass in one of the common areas on campus and
sat under a tree, thinking.  He'd never believed in God.  Believing in
a Goddess felt very... strange to him.  Or, at least it should have.
It didn't.  He'd stood ritual with the Circle, and there was no denying
that he'd felt... something.  Then there were all the other strange
thoughts and feelings that he'd been experiencing.  And what about that
disappearing... well, reappearing act, that Ken had pulled that one
time?  At the time, Bill had thought that perhaps Ken had access to
technology that was very advanced.  Now, though, he wondered.  Career,
tech, science: these things were all very important in his life.  But
Genie -- and the rest of the Circle, he realized -- were filling
another kind of void had hadn't known he had.  He leaned back against
the tree and let the warmth of the day flow through him.  It was very
pleasant.

	Had his eyes been open, he might have noticed a figure sitting on the
steps leading up to the student center.  She had long red hair and had
been watching him since he'd been accosted by the man who'd wanted to
convert him.  Arianwen smiled as she stood, then walked inside for
something to eat.

	It was about a week later, on a Saturday night, that Bill found
himself in the Garden.  He was talking a break -- a celebratory break
-- after putting the final touches on the final compilation of his Spam
Shield program.  This thing was gonna be great!  There were several
versions of it, the best one, of course, being the pay version.  But
according to the plan that he, Joan and Eric (who had helped with some
of the concepts) had worked out, the cost for the pay version was
minimal.  Twenty dollars wasn't much for a fully registered version of
a product that did so much.

	Spam Shield was going to be part of a computer protection suite, and
they planned to introduce the suite in pieces.  Thing was, with this
release, Bill wasn't really testing the actual program.  He knew that
would work.  What he was testing, was how the thing had been written.

	Or rather, what it had been written in.  He had designed a language
and encryption system (encryption courtesy of Genie), that should
withstand all attempts at hacking.  He snorted to himself as he thought
that, because the claim was ludicrous.  Nothing was hack-proof.  But he
thought that this just be might as close as you could get, and it would
keep people busy trying to crack it, at least for a few years.  And
while they were trying to hack his product, he would be learning from
them as well, using what he found to feed it back into his new language
to keep what he wrote secure.  It was important for people to
understand that the Shield products had a live-and-let-live attitude.
They didn't go stomping all over someone's computer, calling home or
any of the shit that the DMCA lovers wanted a program to do.  They
performed the advertised functions, with a minimal memory/processor
footprint.  And they locked people out of the executables to keep them
honest.  He smiled, wondering what sort of splash the... what the hell?

	A bright splotch of light appeared, making him squint, and something
-- someone -- stepped out of it.  He stood there, speechless, as a
woman wearing a skintight, silver body suit walked in front of him.

	She was absolutely stunning.  Wild red hair, a body to die for, and
the greenest eyes of any woman he'd ever seen.  But that suit and those
boots had to be some kind of a joke.  What wasn't a joke was the wild
lust rampaging through his body, which caused a serious tent in his
thin shorts.

	"Is this what you were imagining?" asked woman.

	"Is... what?" Bill responded, his brain barely working.

	"Is this what you were imagining?" she repeated.  "A creature
from space, transforming all your friends into her servants?"

	Her words were not making sense, not at all.  Of course, very little
was making sense to Bill at the moment.  If her beauty wasn't enough to
derail his thought processes, the fact that she'd stepped out of a ball
of light was.  In fact, the effect had been kind of... cheesy.

	"Yes," she said, in response to his unspoken thoughts, "cheesy.
That is a good description."

	Her form shifted and he found himself staring at the same woman.
Except now, she was topless, her flame colored hair weaving around her
body, hiding, while hinting at and accentuating, her breasts.  She was
barefoot, and wore only a brief skirt of some thin, green material.

	"I am not a ... space creature, Bill," she said.  "If you really
need to put a definition to me, you could think of me as an ...
incarnation of lust.  Perhaps an Incarnation that Piers Anthony
missed."

	Oh, he could agree with that.  He felt no urge to get down on his
knees and worship this woman.  But his body was inflamed with lust and
need.  And something else, which his befogged brain couldn't put its
finger on.

	"If you would like to join with us, to become part of the Circle,
you would be most welcome," she said.

	Then she kissed him and the world went away.

	When he was aware again, he was laying on the ground.  The woman was
nowhere to be seen, but his head was resting in the lap of his
fiancée.  She was smiling down at him.

	"Welcome back," said Genie.

	"Uh, hi," he said, sitting up.  "I must have fallen asleep..."

	His voice trailed off as she shook her head.

	"You weren't asleep."

	"But I saw, I mean, that couldn't have been, uh, real."

	"Oh, Bill," Genie said, a little sadly, "isn't there room for
mystery in your life?  For love, and the building of your spirit?"

	Bill was silent for a moment.

	"Yes," he said, getting out of her lap, then taking her in his
arms.  "Yes, there is."

	She gasped as he entered her and they slowly made love.

	Much later that night, after he and Genie had made love again, just as
he was dozing off, his brain finally found the word it had been unable
to grasp when he'd been speaking with... Lea, he admitted.  Love.  He
loved her.  It was a sudden realization.  He'd been looking for the
missing link, the one thing that was holding the mansion together, and
he finally found it.  They all loved Her, and what She was, was
reflected in the people who lived here.  It was what made the Circle
members different.  Love for Her, and love for each other.

	Perhaps She should have claimed to be the Incarnation of Love.  Piers
Anthony, he thought as he fell asleep, eat your heart out.


	+++++

	Three weeks had passed since school had started, and Tina was really
enjoying herself.  She hadn't realized just how much negative pressure
her mother had been putting on her.  She hadn't even been able to
mention physics classes last year, because her mom got all pissed off
that Tina was taking advanced math and physics -- things "a good girl
really didn't need".

	All through her first week, that odd feeling of almost deja vu had
dogged her.  But now, in her third week, it was mostly gone.  Gone
enough, actually, that she'd forgotten about it.

	She hadn't really made any close friends, yet.  It was a new school,
and as a tenth-grader, even with her looks, it was a bit difficult to
break into any of the social circles.  She could have changed that by
becoming a cheerleader or going out for sports, becoming part of the
'in' crowd.  But she knew that, as a Priestess, she had certain
physical advantages that other kids didn't, and didn't think it would
be very fair of her.

	She was in the library, and was reading something while standing in
one of the aisles, when she bumped into someone.  This was rare, as
Tina almost always knew where the people were around her.  Startled,
she looked up, then froze, something tickling the back of her brain.

	"Uh, sorry," she said.

	The girl she bumped into was shorter than her and very slight.  She
was also frowning.

	"Excuse me?" she asked.

	"I bumped into you.  I was apologizing," replied Tina.

	The girl's eyes, ringed with dark eye shadow, narrowed.

	"Wasn't me," was all she said, before she quickly left the aisle.

	Tina had seen the girl before.  She knew that she had.  But nowhere in
her memory could she find a girl with gray eyes, dead-black hair, and a
pierced lip.  But she'd _felt_ familiar in a way Tina couldn't
describe.  The turn of her cheek, her long, delicate fingers, the sway
of her hips... all of it seemed so familiar.  Maybe she was going nuts.

	+++++

	"We'll be having a Mabon ritual on the twenty-third," mentioned
Eric to Joan.

	She smiled, running her fingers over his massive chest and said, "Am
I invited?"

	"Of course," said Sally, who was on Joan's other side, licking her
neck.

	"I would like ..." she start, then hesitated.  Eric remained
silent and Sally stopped her teasing.  "How can I join the Circle?"

	"Come to us," said Eric.  "Come to us in the Circle.  Tell us
you want to join us as a Priestess."

	"That sounds very scary," said Joan.  "I'm not sure I know
enough to be a Priestess."

	Sally's hand snaked around Joan's side, then closed on the base of her
breast, offering the nipple to Eric's mouth.

	"You know more than enough," whispered Sally.

	Joan could feel Eric's massive hard-on in her fingers, and when she
was pushed onto her back, Sally guided it into her very ready pussy.
Between the two of them, they drove Joan almost crazy, making her sob
with passion as Sally slowly rubbed her clit while Eric rode her even
more slowly.  By the time he flooded her with his cum, Joan had had so
many orgasms, she couldn't even think, only feel.  She eagerly opened
her lips to accept his still-hard penis, wet with their cum, into her
mouth; Sally slid her tongue between Joan's lower lips to capture all
the moisture there.

	"I love you both," she said, much later as they were drifting off
to sleep.

	"We love you too," they whispered back.

	Joan was a very satisfied woman, when she went to work the next
morning.  But she also felt very different, too.  She couldn't quite
put her finger on it.

	"Whoa," said Lucy, her office manager, "you're looking very fine
today."

	Joan smiled at the younger woman.  She and Lucy had a good
relationship.  Professional when it needed to be, but light-hearted and
friendly most of the time.  Lucy hadn't been above nudging Joan to get
into the dating scene.  She and her fiance were very happy together,
and Lucy couldn't imagine anyone who was single being happy.

	"Why thank you," smiled Joan.  "How's Rodger?"

	Lucy blushed, just a little.  She and Rodger had been _very_ naughty
this morning.  Usually, she wasn't all that into sex.  But this
morning, she'd had this wild desire to wake her fiance up with his cock
between her lips.  She'd wasn't usually much on giving blowjobs, but
she was really horny...

	Joan blinked, her face blushing a deep red.  How could she have been
having such thoughts about Lucy?  She was Joan's employee!  Was all the
sex at the mansion turning her into a sex maniac?

	"Uh... well," stammered Lucy, her face coloring even more, "I'd
say I sent him to work a happy man."

	She had, too.  Once he'd been hard, she'd gotten onto his cock and
rode him fast and hard until they both had had really fantastic
orgasms.  Joan could almost see Lucy with her modest breasts -- her
small, pink nipples being squeezed by Rodger's slightly pudgy fingers
-- riding his cock and cumming.  It made her own pussy wet, despite the
very thorough fucking she'd had last night.  She shook her head, trying
to get these fantasies out of it.

	"You did, did you?" she said smiling.  "And did he make you a
happy woman?"

	Joan could not believe she'd just asked that.  But she had, even
though she was sure that she knew the answer.

	"Oh, yes," smiled Lucy.  "He did, for sure."

	Joan went into her office and tried to bury herself in properties
information.  Lucy brought her some coffee and quietly left.  But Joan
could not concentrate.  For one thing, after those fantasies that she'd
created about Lucy and Rodger, she was really horny.

	For another, she wasn't really all that sure that they had been mere
fantasies.



End Chapter 2-21

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