Lord's Day morning time in camp looked almost like any former dawning in camp. To an untrained eye, nothing was haywire. A sole figure moved through the bivouac. It was the Nebraska undergraduate with the full torso Panthera onca tattoo that hadn't been there the sunup before. He paused near one of the tents and considered the occupants intertwined inside. As he considered the sleeping distich, he thought about how just a few change in her show would make a big divergence in her self-pride. He also thought about how the sexual love of a passionate fair sex would change the young man she slept with. In thinking these thing, change washed over the sleeping better half.

There were only two people who noticed anything different at showtime. Paul and Kari knew that everything had changed. They had discovered the last resting place of the last Jaguar Shaman and uncovered his Diquis Sphere necklace, wristband and anklets. Alice Paul and Kari had been profoundly affected by exposure to the ancient stones, awakening in Paul mightiness beyond the comprehension of to the highest degree mankind. Kari channeled some of Paul's great power with her connection to earth as mother and the life sentence, all life, throughout the universe. It was Kari's doing that the pair were sleeping together.

The two scientists, mike Tobbe and Leyla Martinez had been altered to the core by the will and mentation of Paul Saint David and Kari McCoy. When Mike and Leyla had retired for the evening, it marked the first off time that they had shown any interest in each other. In fact, it was the first clip Leyla had been with any male, man or boy. When Leyla had gone into the tent of Mike Tobbe, she entered as a woman of limited collection ; or more accurately, no appeal at all. Leyla was a square archeologist and graduate educatee, and she was nice, but she was not attractive in the least. She still was prone to tear of acne, though in the jungle she tended to illuminate up as her diet improved. Her tomentum was black, flat, and stringy. She was lumbering on the bottom and nearly matte on the top, the pear tree shape that her mother and grandmother had blessed her with. Even though she had Spanish blood, she didn't tan. She remained viscid Theodore Harold White in any weather.

As Leyla's digging partner, mike was a feller pupil from the University of Chicago. Mike had played varsity football game at Illinois and was the size of a large truck. After not being selected by the NFL, Mike had accepted a graduate schooltime slot at University of stops where he sought an advanced academic degree in archeology. He expected to be selected to the Farm Six team, where the pep pill track students went. Getting selected to the backwater site had wounded his pridefulness. When he had arrived on the dig, he had a beastly attitude toward everyone else so no one would cooperator with him except his fellow student from Newmarket. mike wasn't hostile toward Leyla, but he had been upstage and disdained her at first because of her spirit and later because even with her drabness, she was more democratic among their peers than he was.

But that had all changed the former night. Drunk and horny, he tried to dance with former girl North Carolina Kari McCoy. She had rebuffed him and said that he should dance with Leyla. For the first base fourth dimension microphone looked at Leyla and saw something more than her grating smell. He could see into her veridical ego and what he saw surprised him. Just a few Book from Kari and his pith had changed. He found himself longing to dance with Leyla and urinate up for his brutish demeanor. To his relief, she had responded to his tending and with his new interest in her. With the care she had begun to blossom. They had spent the dark together, Mike's massive arms wrapped protectively around Leyla. They had even kissed but zip else happened.

As the cockcrow luminousness illuminated the jungle cantonment, microphone opened his eyes and looked at his companion. His philia raced, not with little terror or regret, but with joy. He felt a stirring in his loins as he watched his new familiar eternal sleep. It occurred to him that Leyla looked unlike in the deliquium morning brightness level. Her feature article were diffuse and more womanly. Her stringy black hair was wax and burnished. Her gluey white skin had some gloss to it. Her syncope acne has completely gone and her skin had a sound glow, even in the picket dawn. He gazed down her body and to his brain, her chest was braggy while her heavy bottom of the inning wasn't nearly so heavy. She still wasn't beautiful in the shallow way, but she was kind and caring and not unattractive. Why hadn't he seen it before ? he thought to himself. microphone lightly brushed the haircloth from her face and she stirred. Leyla's eyes watch crystal wild blue yonder eyes flickered undetermined and she smiled at him. He flushed with easement that she had not looked on him with revulsion.

"Good morn handsome,"she purred. Her eyes shined with real affection.

"Good morning beautiful,"he responded bending to buss her lips.

I don't know how longsighted this is going to conclusion, they thought simultaneously. But I plan on enjoying every instant of it. Mikes hand moved from Leyla's face to her shoulder and from her shoulder to her boob. He was surprised to detect his bridge player filled by her chassis. He thought her to be flat chested. This was a pleasant surprise. It was a electrical shock to her as well. She had gone from modest a-cups to to the full c-cups overnight. Leyla's handwriting roamed over microphone's powerful chest of drawers and weaponry. All of that football had layered on the muscles. She could finger her loins heating up and her snatch getting dampness. She knew her body was reacting sexually for the for the first time meter. She also knew that massive lump pressing against her thigh was Mike's erection. She was torn between reverence and desire to see it closer and to feel it in her hired man and her mouthpiece and maybe even in her virgin sex. She had never allowed herself to desire a man before and she was afraid to trust a woman. Growing up she was an fair looking young lady, not cute, not homely. Puberty had changed all that. She had grown thick-skulled blanket hip and a large ass for her build. Her breast had refused to formulate. She, like so many other girls, had longed to be attractive to men and have territorial dominion over them through her allurement. Instead she had been teased and retreated into her books. Her teachers had felt sorry for her and had encouraged her pursuit in reading and science and learning. Not really a brightly scholar, Leyla had responded to the cocksure reinforcement and bloomed in academics. She didn't reckon any of that this morning. She only considered his hand on her breast and how it had ignited a fire in her loins that she knew was insatiable desire.

Leyla let her manus roam, feeling the knockout muscles under his shirt. The flavor of her bridge player was driving mike crazy. Her ghost caused his cock to lengthen and thicken. It has been calendar week since his cobbler's last intimate release with a pardner and his globe ached with anticipation. As she felt his heftiness, he continued to reply with enceinte rousing. Leyla worked up the bravery to slip one's mind her hand down to the front of his shorts, to the manhood that strained the bed of his clothing. The brazen touch of her handwriting on his groin caused Mike to groan in admiration. As Leyla gripped his cock through his dress, he convulsed in pleasure. She gripped him intemperate, working his shaft like a pro. Mike was in individual risk of coming through this link. He didn't attention, he was praying for sweet blessed release.

"Let me see it, Mike,"whispered Leyla hoarsely, urgently."Get that fucker out here."Leyla was surprised by her tone and her wanton appetency. She didn't forethought."I want to see that giant cock of yours. pull up it out or I will rip it out of your boxershorts myself."She let him go and he fumbled at his button and zipper to rip his shortstop down his legs and over his place. His cock was angry. It bobbed between them, red, slurred, veiny with a purple headland. There was a dewy drop of precum oozing out of the tip. She didn't happen it unpleasant. No, she found it compelling. She drove her tongue into his pass water prick, mining for more.

"Put it in your mouth Leyla. suck my cock. Please. For the love of God, please put my cock in your sassing,"microphone begged. She responded by sucking the pommel with her hungry mouth. That was enough for Mike to mislay control as a torrent of cum erupted into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. Leyla swallowed each eructation. His cum seemed to flow through her to her groin, pouring petrol onto the flames of her desire. When Mike finished emptying his orb, he pulled her aspect to his and explored her sass to get as much of his cum as he could. Leyla pressed her white meat against his breast. Mike was shocked at how full and steady her breasts were. Where had they been all these calendar week ?

Mike shifted his weight and got to his knees beside the bed they shared. He pulled at her shirt and lifted it over her head. Leyla had a great set of tits. He unbuckled her pants and pulled them off her legs and she had full, thick ass that was Mike's ideal. He couldn't believe how attracted he was to his digging partner. He hooked his fingerbreadth into her sensible Andrew D. White panties and pulled them from her pelvis. She had a thickset soft bush. It was the number 1 full scrub microphone had ever seen and it turned him on even more. He drove his face into the George Walker Bush and locked his mouth on her sex.

Leyla hadn't been to first radical until final stage Night. Now she was standing on 3rd and looking to go house. When microphone's mouth found her scratch, she flowed with foreplay. His spit explored her swollen labia and she let out an involuntary moan. When it touched her clit, she threw her cunt against his face, spreading her legs as wide and high as she could. She didn't care that she had become a wonton slut, his wonton slattern. She only cared for the pleasures she was getting from his lip on her cunt. He licked her from bottom to top. She shuddered with each pass. He started each fling slightly scummy than the previous until his tongue was unmistakably pressing against her chthonian hole before rising slowly through her well sex to her clit.

"You can do whatever you want with me mike. Anything at all. Use me, hump me, sleep with me, tease me, screw me, do it all. I love you microphone Tobbe."She was shocked by her declaration. She felt a upsurge of fear as she felt him block up his viva voce pleasuring. He backed away from her. Oh my God, she panicked. I've ruined it. She closed her eyes, gear up for the rejection that was surely coming next. She wouldn't let him see her cry. Instead she felt his body climbing onto hers, his mouth against her exposed neck. That giant swollen putz pressed against her virgin sex. She froze in fear. Would it hurt ? Would if fit ? Would she be estimable enough in bed to clear him glad ? Would he be aroused enough to cum in her ? Would she get meaning if he did ? Would she be aroused enough to cum herself ? A chiliad incertitude raced through her mind until his imperial plum tree parted her protruding labia and found its way into her wet pussy. With a foresightful slow push button he plowed his dick into her. She felt only pleasure with his encroachment ; her puss accepting his entrance with ease. When she felt his groin pressed against her labia, she began to cum. With every stroke after that she had an orgasmic wave dry wash over her.

Of the heaps of women microphone had ever had, this was easily the most fleshly pardner he had ever coupled with. He fought to maintain his composure, but her orgasm were setting up ripples in her vaginal walls, milking his satiate humanity. It took fewer than l chance event and he was cumming hard into her deep uterus. She gasped with the ultimate pleasure of common climax and she kicked his ass with her heels, encouraging him to pound her deeper. Finally he was spent and exhausted. His backtalk found hers they shared a long, mystifying kiss.

Across the chemical compound Saul of Tarsus and Kari entered the Captain Cook shack to set off the deep brown. Saint Paul was still shirtless and Kari wore an over-one-shoulder wrap that looked more like a colorful toga than a summer dress. She wore no panties or bra or shoes. Paul likewise only sported short pants, no underclothes or shoes. Neither was afraid of bugs or picture. It was apparent that they had gained dominion over nature somehow. As the coffee bean brewed, Paul took a seat in one of the comfortable canvas bivouac chairs and his new girl took a seat in his lap.

"Do you cogitate Eschelmann and Lowe knew about the force of the Jaguar shaman's stones ?"Kari asked.

"I know for sealed that they knew of the legend, but I also know for certain that they didn't take it seriously."

"How can you know that ?"

"First, I know everything they knew from the clock time they spent in proximity of the stones. Second, if they had known or suspected the mightiness was literal, they wouldn't have ever left the site, would they ? Who would hazard some random undergrad from NE finding the Harlan F. Stone and inheriting their great power ?"

"You have a level,"she agreed."Do we presume secernate them ?"

"Let's see if they figure it out on their own,"he responded, stroking her fuzz.

They spent the next half hour sipping coffee and watching the worldly concern wake up. The other students joined them by ones and twos. The men looked at Kari in Alice Paul's lap and shook their heads in amazement. No one had given Paul any chance with her. But seeing him nearly naked with that life-like jaguar tattoo, the athletic habitus and the powerful ease with which he now moved, they realized they had been beaten by a better man and grudgingly gave him the respect he deserved. The fair sex all knew that Saint Paul and Kari were now lovers and the Kari was more than satisfied by her younger lover ; she was satiated. They all looked on with green-eyed monster.

As much as the camp was shocked by the sudden display of affection between Kari and St. Paul, you could have knocked them over with a plumage when the freshly fucked Mike Tobbe and Leyla Martinez walked into the cook shack. mike had transformed from a brutish jock to thoughtful and doting boyfriend overnight. As surprise as that was, the suddenly appealing Leyla Martinez was a time-stopping thunderbolt. Gone was the gluey lily-white cutis prone to acne. Gone was the stringy, unkempt bootleg tomentum. Gone was the flat-chested unappealing girl. In her seat as an olive skinned, sonsie, raven haired siren of unmistakable allurement. Kari could smell the arousal of all the men who looked upon Leyla. A few had to a greater extent than luxuria on their idea, she could tell. There was an animalistic desire, rutting and dominating, vibe in the way. Paul was having an strange effect on the former men in his proximity.

"exculpation me,"she whispered to Saul."I need to take guardianship of this before it gets out of hand."She walked around the elbow room, laying her script on the arms and shoulder joint of each young man in encampment. As she did, she whispered a suggestion to him about who might call for his make out tending. The masculine tension in the elbow room decreased while the arousal quotient went off the exfoliation. Saint Paul spent a few minutes considering each man and charwoman individually. With his thoughts he erased the greatest fearfulness of each man, vastly improving his allure in the process. For each fair sex, he gently corrected what each cleaning lady felt certain were their worst feature film. Men who felt inadequate now felt strong and virile. They could carry on conversations and no longer feared rejection. charwoman whose hair's-breadth wasn't straight enough, whose second joint jiggled too lots, whose olfactory organ weren't thinly enough, no longer were concerned by their defect that only they could see in the first of all place. Now everyone was at relaxation, confident and calm. They felt an undeniable attractor to whomever Kari had suggested. It wasn't dear or lust. It was a coupling of souls, each finding in the other what was missing in their own life.

"I'm hungry,"announced Paul."Who wants breakfast ?"

For the next two minute the group worked together to arrive at breakfast, enjoy a slothful Sunday morning and clean up. There were plenty of casual but meaningful pinch. The scent of arousal permeated the shack. No one felt the deluge desire to dash off to copulate, but all felt the certainty that they would do just that as soon as the dishes were washed.

"We need to go to the dig,"Paul whispered to Kari."There's something I have to do."
The couple left together and crossed to the inhumation cumulus dig and descended into the spook under the canopy. The rest of the archeology squad also dispersed. Some retired to their collapsible shelter to percentage their soundbox for the next several hours. Some went to the jungle and some to the sea. The total cantonment had become a society of pleasure.

"What's going on Paul ?"asked Kari in the spook of their dig.

"He has something Sir Thomas More to tell me,"explained St. Paul."It's something to stimulate the transformation complete."He knelt at the clappers of the Last Jaguar Shaman. The Stone began to beam, illuminated from deep within. The ill-gotten gray outside dissolved and a clear park brightness shone from deep within. Alice Paul's eyes closed and he bent over the systema skeletale until his frontal bone touched the chandelier stone lying on the chest of the priest-doctor's remains. He remained in this location for some time. Kari reached out and stroked his back. Instead of politic pelt, he felt like he was covered in coarse feline fur wherever his new tattoo adorned him. Whenever her hand touched him, Kari felt uncontrollably aroused. There was so much masculine and feline power in him, Kari felt compelled to touch herself. Her hand slipped behind her drawers and between her stage. His power flowed through her right hand on his back, across her berm and down into left manus on her sex. She started to buck and jactitate from the orgasms his Department of Energy created. Paul didn't move. While he was in this state, Kari would protect him from anything in the universe.

Kari would give stayed like that forever ; feeding her ever deepening sexual need with the energy of the jaguar. Along with great sexual spill, Kari grew solid in her own right. She could concentrate her awareness of the life forces in the world until she could see a one living organism of any kind. She could also achieve across space, unencumbered by Einstein's pedantic agreement of the speed of brightness level. It startled her to have it away that the existence was filled with living things. Some neat and awesome, others miniscule and fleeting. She could discover them all, including life power that felt familiar spirit and similar to humans, but unlike. She could finger those far distant life forces caressing hers as she gently moved among them. They treated her as an infant who was taking its first steps. She felt nothing but love and encouragement.
Paul felt cipher. He wasn't aware of her touch or her desperate delight or her brain traveling among the life violence currents in the universe. He was only aware of the Last Jaguar Shaman's legacy. It was the legacy of all the jaguar shaman. The stones were conduits to the four rudiments of the cosmos : illumination, topic, energy and time. The stones were older than creation. They weren't Isidor Feinstein Stone at all. They were the seed of world. Not by themselves of course, but when they were in their master copy contour, still part of the four Basics, they had taken constituent in the macrocosm of the universe. Paul learned their true power and seed of that ability. His idea could not put this intellect into Bible except to mention them God Stones. The God stone were the vestigial remnants of the creation of the universe. God had used them to release matter into a strong and machinate galaxies and solar organisation. Paul also knew what God truly was. The I. F. Stone had allowed him entree to the source of all king. When Alice Paul finally lifted his head from the pendant Harlan F. Stone, he had a soft grin on his face that depicted pure joy. The stones returned to their formerly gray colouration, their internal light source gone forever.

Saul of Tarsus turned to Kari and pulled her close, his brim tenderly finding hers. Her stimulation washed over him and around them both. They each pulled the wearing apparel from the former and they coupled on the packed earth at the bottomland of the dig. His cock found her swollen cunt without counseling. As he entered her, his prick altered its shape to perfectly fit her. Each stroke was gross pleasance for each of them. He touched her in every spot she was spiritualist and she responded by pulsing with pleasure around his manhood. She was cumming with every campaign of his cock. This was no Cy Young man fucking a offspring woman ; this was a joining of life and Department of Energy, radiating joy and pleasance.

Kari's hand worked its way between their bodies until she could spellbind his heavy testicles slapping her ass. She softly squeezed them until she could feel his cum erupting in her belly. Apostle of the Gentiles never stopped stroking, even after his torso could no longer ejaculate spermatozoan. Kari was in danger of passing out. Her consciousness hovered in the gloam of oblivion. Paul took ruth on her human frailty and stopped. He dismounted and knelt beside her, gently caressing her face, grazing the fashion plate of her bosom and the callosity of her tit.

Slowly the colouring returned to his girl as her heart charge per unit and breathing slowed. Her eyes flickered capable and she smiled.

"Why did you bar ?"she teased."It was just getting good."They both laughed.

Kari rolled over onto her belly. She kept her brass and shoulder down but raised her ass high, as if daring Paul to take aim her there again. He straddled her calves and lined his cock up against her slit. When she felt his purple thickening against her sex, she pressed back, volition herself to open up and take his cock oceanic abyss into her vagina. Paul the Apostle's cock changed shape again until if fit easily. He barely thrust his hips as she began to buck back against his mole, desperately trying to make him cum again. Paul the Apostle watched his cock lewdly sliding in and out while her tremendous ass split wide. He grew thicker and darker as he watched. His pubic hair turned nigrify and slick magazine and he felt his hands become more felid. Long yellow claws sheathed in disastrous hair replaced his digit. The hair spread up his subdivision and from his groyne down his legs and up his torso until Alice Paul was more jaguar than man, all the prison term still mindful of his ascendence over his appearing. Only his cock remained human in appearance.

"well done,"admitted his jaguar companion."Only one in a thousand shamans has the power to shift shape so completely and remain human."Paul growled in reply, his putz pounded into his fellow, sperm cell already making its way out of his vas deferens."If you complete conception in this var., you will glide by your shape onto your offspring. This is a dangerous affair. You must not do this. You must not complete the act of copulation as a panther joined with a human. If you do, you will be hunted to the terminal of the earth and destroyed."

"I do not give care,"replied Paul in a guttural interpreter not his own."I am the Jaguar shaman. I control the power of the gods."

"Tish."With that the familiar growled trench in Paul's chest, the hair fell away, leaving a college student in the place of the animal."You are so young and have much to find out. You should land up your act and get dressed. visitor are here."

Paul remembered that it was Sunday and Dr. Eschelmann had vowed to come today. He increased his pace and Kari melted with pleasure. With heroic final driving force Paul's orgasm flooded his Paraguay tea, and both collapsed, breathless, into the crap. They finally roused themselves and pulled on their clothes, making their way to the ladder that led back to the Earth's surface. They climbed out of the pit and headed back to their collapsible shelter.

coming together again at the shower they both entered the same canvas enclosure and enjoyed the free flowing cool water over their worn out dead body. They emerged wearing houseclean clothes. Paul the Apostle heard the approaching Jeep before anyone else.

"They're here,"he stated, nearly under his breath.

"Dr. Eschelmann, Dr. Lowe, and Dr. Mario Maffioli. There is another man I can not name,"replied Kari.

"What are their intentions ?"asked Saul.

"The three scientists are here to investigate the site and determine if the exhumation of the shaman's remains should continue or if the Museo Nacional should set up a special edifice here to celebrate this find."

"And the early man ?"

"I don't know St. Paul. I can detect his life force, but it's different. It's old. It's not all human. It's dark."

"Do cogitate we are in danger ?"

"No, not yet. I feel their excitement and curiosity, but not anything dangerous. Except the one-quarter man. Him I am not so sure."

"What do you call back ?"Saint Paul asked his jaguar tattoo in the spokesperson they alone shared.

"You are wise to be cautious, but you are in no real danger. He does not know what you are. Yet."

"What does that mean value, yet ?"

"As soon as you meet, you will screw. He is a clan being. He has been summoned to this place. All of the kindred have been summoned,"replied his familiar.

"Summoned ? Summoned by whom ?"Paul panicked for a bit, fearing their secret had been disclosed.

"By you of course. Did you think these were the merely God Stones ? There are many, many God Harlan Stone. Hundreds on this planet alone. Yours are the stones of the Jaguar Shaman, though they have early ancient names. It is well-off for humans to name thing with price they understand. Be patient. You will make out when you know."

Paul and Kari joined the others as the Jeep jostled to a stop. A slightly disheveled pair of professors dismounted from the cover seats. Dr. Maffioli, the curator of the Museo Nacional exited the driver's seat. The fourth man also dismounted, his eyes scanning the crowd until they met Paul's. Only Kari noticed the locking of their eyes and the recognition in the visitant eyes that was followed by a flicker of fear and then the knowing look of a long-lost comrade.

"What is it Paul ?"Kari asked, gripping his Fe strong forearm."Is he dangerous ?"

"Yes. He's very dangerous. But he is a friend we haven't met. Don't worry. No harm will come to us through him. He is my brother,"he whispered. He patted her hands reassuringly and the two of them joined the waiting line to shake up hand with their visitant. The last two to greet one another were Paul David and the stranger.

"hello Paul, I am…."said the stranger reaching out his hand.

"Anastasi Alfero,"stated Paul."Great-great grandson of Anastasio Alfero, the founding father of the Museo Nacional and currently both the orotund donor and protagonist and the primary quill benefactor of our current dig. You knew my great granddad and my great grandfather love your great-great grandfather."

"You are remarkably well informed, particularly since I have taken corking pains to stay on anon.,"stated Alfero in arrant English shaped by his Castilian Spanish accent.

"It was your antecedent,"Saul continued,"Who gave my great-grandfather the codex describing this place."

"It was."

"We have much to talk about."

"We do."

"In good time,"smiled Paul.

"In good time,"agreed Anastasi.

"Now that we have exchanged pleasantries, would soul please see to our luggage and be heedful with the coolers and the crateful. They contain a with child many valuable objects."

"artefact ?"asked one of the other students.

"American beer, hamburger, hot dogs, clavus on the cob, and Jack Daniels."A cheer went up.

The four visitors along with Kari and Apostle Paul walked over to the burial knoll dig site. They all descended and gazed on the remains of the hold up Jaguar shaman.

"Amazing. Simply amazing. I honestly thought we were chasing a rumor. To see him here, in the flesh so to verbalise, it is simply amazing,"admitted John Wayne Eschelmann."You've got to be so proud, Saint Paul St. David. You have completed the journey begun by your great grandfather so many geezerhood ago."

Alice Paul smiled and said nothing. Three of the four visitor knelt at the remains, carefully examining the protruding bones and stones. The fourth, Anastasi Alfero, stood aside and gazed at Apostle Paul. He knew all he needed to bang. When the three elder archaeologist got to their feet, excited grins on their faces, Anastasi spoke.

"We will erect the Museo Pacifica de Nacional over this dig. The ivory will remain where they, just as they are. The late plantation business firm will be rebuilt to its original brilliance and become the headquarters for the new building complex. The other pad will uphold, but this dig will stay on as it is. There will be cottages for visiting scientists between here and the sea. An airport will get too much disruption of the native hobo camp, but a heliport will stool a minimum encroachment. Four days a workweek it will be undecided to the public. Three days will be set aside for the scientists to work continuous."

"We don't have backing for a project of that magnitude. I will make to go to the legislative assembly, it may charter years to get eventide portion of the backing approved,"lamented the curator, who relished the idea of having two national museums to curate.

"The funding is already secured. When we ask Mr. David and Miss McCoy to speak to our legislature, they will gladly approve reassigning this part of the internal Mungo Park to the national museum. It will be a boon to the sphere and increase the amount of tourists to the peninsula by a hundred thousand or so annually."

"How can you be so certain ?"asked the occupy curator.

"Because everyone will need to visit the lowest have it away site of the Jaguar Shaman, particularly when Paul reveals the nature and blood of the Diquis spheres."

"How can you be so sure ? You didn't even examine the cadaver,"queried Eschelmann.

"misfire McCoy,"gestured Anastasi with a small flourish,"if you would be so kind."

Kari took each man by the hand and looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. She projected thought of calm self-assurance that this was indeed the Panthera onca Shaman and Anastasi was painting an accurate picture.

"I think it's time for celebration !"interjected Lowe."Past time in fact."

The grouping spent an hr looking at all the former shaft. When the returned to the cook shack the party was well under way and the grill had been lit. The guitar appeared and everyone joined in the revelry. Anastasi even took up the guitar with the license of the owner and re-tuned it to an open-G, which is the more Graeco-Roman setup and then spent the next two time of day playing flamenco, Caribbean and Spanish strain while everyone else danced and drank. Eschelmann and Lowe sang a few folk strain from their young person when the original owner of the guitar took over from the visiting benefactor. Alfero sought out Saul, who was sitting with Kari at the bound of the revel but not taking voice. They observed with benign entertainment as the remainder of the party observed the heathenish rituals of terpsichore prior to mating.

"It was no stroke that the stones sought you out,"stated Anastasi to the seated pair."Just like it was no accident your great-grandfather sought the Oliver Stone after reading the leaf-book my great-grandfather led him to in Mexico City."

"Your great-grandfather do it my great-grandfather ?"asked St. Paul."How ?"

"Almost six hundred year ago, my ancestor shot and killed the final Jaguar Shaman. He was a fundament soldier in Hernan Cortes'Army and spent his life looting and killing in the New World. He passed down a fib to his son with the admonition that he in turn assure his son or grandson. When the my ancestor knelt over the consistency the dying shaman, he was granted two matter, hanker life and a painful essence. The onus was to retrieve the next shaman, no matter how tenacious it took. My great grandfather thought he had found the desirable candidate in your great-grandfather but this was not the casing. But we had found the correct strain to the following panther Shaman. You. It's no accident at all that you were here or you were the one who found the endocarp. You were chosen before you were born. My expectant gramps pledged our kin hazard to the restoration of the jaguar priest-doctor and the powers that he controlled."

"Just what supposed powers do you cogitate that the Felis onca Shaman controlled ?"asked Paul.

"One of the most formidable was to influence solid objects. There was also control the conditions, control other living things, see the future, see the preceding, alter living shape. All handy tools."He bent down and picked up a coarse Harlan Stone, vaguely ovate."I would wager it would acquire you no effort at all to change the embodiment of this commons Oliver Stone into a new Diquis Sphere."He indicated to Paul to try.

Paul the Apostle contemplated the stone and began to rub it in his palms, feeling the pugnacious outside. As he rolled it between his palm, he could sense the oblong physical body reorganize itself into a sphere. He left the exterior rough, but when he finished, the oval stone was now a stone billiard formal of gray and pitch-dark flecks.


"You could even imbue the stone with some kind of power, like practiced lot or the mogul to vary former men's minds."Paul the Apostle nodded and bent over the stone, cupped in his manpower. With a tongue that seemed to menstruate from his tattoo, he placed a especial force in the Harlan F. Stone before handing it to Anastasi Alfero.

"Here you go. I think you will find oneself this exponent quite informative."Alfero turned the stone over in his manus and even held it to his ear. It revealed nothing.

"What does it do ?"he asked.

"Do ? Nothing. It's not what it does that is of import. It's what it doesn't allow. Now Senor Alfero, would you please explain to Kari and I what your real reason for coming here is."

"I am here to bump the Jaguar Shaman, kill him, and consume the powers from him that should have been my families by right field of conquest since my ancestor killed the conclusion Jaguar Shaman."

"And then what ?"

"I would set up my permanent abode here on the peninsula and obligate the former priest-doctor to come here and pay their bowing and head up my attempt to rule this human beings until the deity returned."

"There are former shaman ?"

"Yes, many hundreds. When the Jaguar Shaman was killed, they scattered to the confidential information, afraid that they would be compelled to do harm to themselves or others when the new Jaguar Shaman was found."

"Where are these other shaman ?"

"Around the earth. I don't know exactly where. I suspect I know of several 12, but I can't be sealed without the Jaguar's powers."

"How could I cite them ?"

"You need only will them to come and they will come. If you will them to look sharp, they will."

"Why did you ask me ?"

"I didn't know the power would transfer so easily to you. I thought I would induce time when they were discovered. Time to uncover how to change their secrets to me. Clearly I was wrong."

"How were you going to force me to surrender the powers ?"

"I have a gun in my belongings. If threatening you directly didn't work, I was going to hold it to Kari's head until you gave me what I want."

"And if I compelled you to call back that weapon and bolt down yourself, what would you do ?"

"kill myself I imagine. Is that what you intend ?"

"No. You can do no harm any longer. Do you know why ?"

"Yes. The Harlan Fisk Stone you just created has a particular top executive. I can only tell the truth if I intend harm to someone. I am also compelled to do as you ask, unless it involves harming another."

"Are those business leader sufficient for what I intend ?"

"Just what do you destine ?"

"I intend to get my doctorate and take up a curatorship at this land site. I intend to get wed and have a big brood of children. I intend to see what dear I can do for as long as I can."The jaguar tattoo purred approval.

"If that is what you intend, then yes it is sufficient."

"Good. It's clock time you turned in, you must be very tired. Before you go to sleep, it would be a good estimate for you to throw your gun out into the sea. You won't need to do any putting to death now or ever."

"Of course, I will see to it immediately."Anastasi rose and left. Paul turned to Kari.

"I think it's sentence you and I had a give-and-take in private. Do you guess you will be up for it after I make love to you ?"


"Of course Paul. I am up for anything with you. Anything at all. Be sure to ask me about the Gods later. There is a lot I can state you about them. Including habiliment and when they will be returning. ”