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CAMP - Ron's Journey

Part 3: Field Agent Ron Chaffey

by WhiteStar



Chapter 5: New Losses, New Threats



	For the next several months, Ron was focussed 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 now, 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 focussed heavily on training me 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 her 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 it 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 pummelled 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, "OOhhhhhhhhh,
YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!".

	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 Ms. 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
nowheres 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 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 besider 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 barechested.  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 pushed, Ron moaned, and Michelle mewled.  Ron
grunted, and Michelle shrieked.  Faster, faster, higher, 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.



End Chapter 5

End Part 3

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