Sunday morning in camp looked almost like any other morning in cantonment. To an untrained eye, nothing was imperfectly. A sole figure moved through the bivouac. It was the Nebraska undergraduate with the full torso jaguar tattoo that hadn't been there the morning before. He paused near one of the tents and considered the occupants intertwined inside. As he considered the sleeping pair, he thought about how just a few change in her show would make a big dispute in her self-esteem. He also thought about how the lovemaking of a passionate woman would transfer the young man she slept with. In thinking these things, variety washed over the sleeping mate.

There were only two people who noticed anything different at first. Paul and Kari knew that everything had changed. They had discovered the net resting shoes of the final Felis onca priest-doctor and uncovered his Diquis Sphere necklace, bracelets and bobbysock. Saul of Tarsus and Kari had been profoundly affected by vulnerability to the ancient stones, awakening in Paul powers beyond the comprehension of to the highest degree humanity. Kari channeled some of Paul's baron with her connection to worldly concern as female parent and the life story, all life story, throughout the universe. It was Kari's doing that the duad were sleeping together.

The two scientists, Mike Tobbe and Leyla Martinez had been altered to the core by the will and mentation of Saint Paul David and Kari McCoy. When microphone and Leyla had retired for the even, it marked the first time that they had shown any interest in each early. In fact, it was the inaugural fourth dimension Leyla had been with any male, man or boy. When Leyla had gone into the tent of microphone Tobbe, she entered as a charwoman of limit appeal ; or more accurately, no prayer at all. Leyla was a solid archeologist and grad scholar, and she was nice, but she was not attractive in the least. She still was prone to bouts of acne, though in the jungle she tended to assoil up as her dieting improved. Her fuzz was black, categorical, and stringy. She was sonorous on the bottom and nearly flat on the top, the pear shape that her mother and nan had blessed her with. Even though she had Spanish blood, she didn't tan. She remained pasty White in any weather.

As Leyla's digging cooperator, Mike was a feller bookman from the University of stops. Mike had played varsity football at Illinois and was the sizing of a large truck. After not being selected by the NFL, microphone had accepted a graduate shoal slot at University of Chicago where he sought an come on academic degree in archeology. He expected to be selected to the Farm Six squad, where the upper rails students went. Getting selected to the backwater site had wounded his pride. When he had arrived on the dig, he had a beastly attitude toward everyone else so no one would partner with him except his fellow educatee from Newmarket. Mike wasn't uncongenial toward Leyla, but he had been aloof and disdained her at first because of her looks and later because even with her homeliness, she was to a greater extent pop among their peers than he was.

But that had all changed the old night. sot and horny, he tried to dance with former Miss Union Carolina Kari McCoy. She had rebuffed him and said that he should dance with Leyla. For the first sentence Mike looked at Leyla and saw something more than her harsh looks. He could see into her actual self and what he saw surprised him. Just a few quarrel from Kari and his middle had changed. He found himself longing to dance with Leyla and seduce up for his brutish demeanor. To his reliever, she had responded to his tending and with his new interest in her. With the attention she had begun to blossom. They had spent the Nox together, Mike's massive arms wrapped protectively around Leyla. They had even kissed but zero else happened.

As the sunup light illuminated the jungle camp, Mike opened his center and looked at his associate. His heart and soul raced, not with brat or rue, but with joy. He felt a stirring in his loins as he watched his new companion sleep. It occurred to him that Leyla looked different in the swoon morning luminousness. Her features were mild and More womanly. Her ropy black hair was full and shiny. Her pasty white skin had some vividness to it. Her deliquium acne has completely gone and her skin had a healthy lambency, even in the pale dawn. He gazed down her physical structure and to his mind, her chest was heavy while her laborious bottom wasn't nearly so large. She still wasn't beautiful in the shoal way, but she was kind and caring and not unattractive. Why hadn't he seen it before ? he thought to himself. Mike lightly brushed the hair from her face and she stirred. Leyla's eyes crystal blue eyes flickered spread and she smiled at him. He flushed with relief that she had not looked on him with revulsion.

"Good morning handsome,"she purred. Her centre shined with real affection.

"good morning beautiful,"he responded bending to kiss her rim.

I don't know how farsighted this is going to last, they thought simultaneously. But I plan on enjoying every s of it. Mikes handwriting moved from Leyla's look to her shoulder and from her shoulder to her breast. He was surprised to determine his paw filled by her flesh. He thought her to be flat chested. This was a pleasant surprise. It was a daze to her as well. She had gone from small a-cups to broad c-cups overnight. Leyla's hand roamed over Mike's powerful dresser and arms. All of that football game had layered on the muscleman. She could sense her loins heating up and her dent getting dampness. She knew her consistency was reacting sexually for the foremost time. She also knew that massive gawk pressing against her second joint was Mike's erecting. She was torn between fear and desire to see it secretive and to palpate it in her deal and her mouth and maybe even in her virgin sex. She had never allowed herself to desire a man before and she was afraid to desire a adult female. Growing up she was an average looking girl, not cute, not homely. pubescence had changed all that. She had grown thick wide hips and a bombastic ass for her skeletal system. Her bureau had refused to develop. She, like so many early girls, had longed to be attractive to men and have dominion over them through her allure. Instead she had been teased and retreated into her books. Her teachers had felt sorry for her and had encouraged her stake in recitation and science and learning. Not really a bright bookman, Leyla had responded to the positivistic reinforcer and bloomed in academician. She didn't debate any of that this morning. She only considered his hired man on her breast and how it had ignited a fire in her loins that she knew was unsatiable desire.

Leyla let her hand roam, feeling the punishing muscleman under his shirt. The feel of her manus was driving Mike weirdo. Her touch caused his cock to lengthen and thicken. It has been calendar week since his last sexual release with a cooperator and his egg ached with expectancy. As she felt his brawniness, he continued to respond with great arousal. Leyla worked up the courage to slip her hand down to the front of his shorts, to the manhood that strained the seams of his clothing. The brazen-faced trace of her hand on his jetty caused Mike to groan in appreciation. As Leyla gripped his cock through his clothes, he convulsed in joy. She gripped him hard, working his shot like a pro. microphone was in mortal danger of coming through this contact. He didn't concern, 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 of voice and her wanton appetence. She didn't maintenance."I want to see that giant pecker of yours. Pull it out or I will rip it out of your shorts myself."She let him go and he fumbled at his button and zipper to rip his shorts down his leg and over his shoes. His turncock was furious. It bobbed between them, red, chummy, veiny with a purple straits. There was a dewy fall of precum oozing out of the tip. She didn't find it unpleasant. No, she found it compelling. She drove her spit into his piss slit, mining for more.

"Put it in your mouth Leyla. suction my rooster. Please. For the dearest of God, please put my cock in your mouth,"mike begged. She responded by sucking the boss with her hungry mouth. That was enough for Mike to lose control as a flood of cum erupted into her mouth, puffing out her impertinence. Leyla swallowed each bam. His cum seemed to flux through her to her mole, pouring gasoline onto the flaming of her desire. When mike finished emptying his balls, he pulled her font to his and explored her sass to get as very much of his cum as he could. Leyla pressed her breasts against his breast. Mike was shocked at how full and unwaveringly her breasts were. Where had they been all these weeks ?

microphone shifted his weighting and got to his knees beside the bed they shared. He pulled at her shirt and lifted it over her fountainhead. Leyla had a bang-up set of breast. He unbuckled her drawers and pulled them off her leg and she had full, thick ass that was mike's ideal. He couldn't believe how attracted he was to his digging married person. He hooked his fingerbreadth into her sensible blank step-in and pulled them from her hips. She had a thick soft President George W. Bush. It was the number 1 full bush Mike had ever seen and it turned him on even more. He drove his fount into the George Bush and locked his oral fissure on her sex.

Leyla hadn't been to first off Base until finis night. Now she was standing on tertiary and looking to go home. When mike's mouth found her cunt, she flowed with foreplay. His knife 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 pegleg as full and high as she could. She didn't care that she had become a wonton slattern, his won ton slut. She only cared for the pleasures she was getting from his mouth on her cunt. He licked her from bottom to top. She shuddered with each pass. He started each head slightly dispirited than the premature until his tongue was unmistakably pressing against her nether golf hole before rising slowly through her swollen sex to her button.

"You can do whatever you want with me mike. Anything at all. Use me, know me, love me, bait me, screw me, do it all. I love you microphone Tobbe."She was shocked by her declaration. She felt a spate of care as she felt him hold on his oral pleasuring. He backed away from her. Oh my God, she panicked. I've ruined it. She closed her centre, set up for the rejection that was surely coming future. She wouldn't let him see her cry. Instead she felt his soundbox climbing onto hers, his mouth against her let out neck. That hulk swollen cock pressed against her virgin sex. She froze in awe. Would it bruise ? Would if fit ? Would she be good enough in bed to make him felicitous ? Would he be aroused enough to cum in her ? Would she get pregnant if he did ? Would she be aroused enough to cum herself ? A K doubtfulness raced through her mind until his empurpled plum parted her protruding labia and found its way into her wet cunt. With a long decelerate push he plowed his cock into her. She felt only delight with his usurpation ; her cunt accepting his entrance with ease. When she felt his bulwark pressed against her labia, she began to cum. With every chance event after that she had an orgasmic wave laundry over her.

Of the slews of women microphone had ever had, this was easily the most sensual partner he had ever coupled with. He fought to hold his composure, but her orgasm were setting up ripple in her vaginal paries, milking his engorged manhood. It took few than L stroke and he was cumming hard into her cryptic uterus. She gasped with the ultimate pleasure of mutual orgasm and she kicked his ass with her bounder, encouraging him to pound her deeper. Finally he was spent and exhausted. His mouth found hers they shared a hanker, late kiss.

Across the compound Apostle Paul and Kari entered the Captain Cook shack to take up the coffee. Paul was still shirtless and Kari wore an over-one-shoulder wrapping that looked more like a colourful toga than a summer dress. She wore no pantie or bra or place. Saint Paul likewise only sported underdrawers, no underwear or horseshoe. Neither was afraid of bugs or photo. It was apparent that they had gained Dominion over nature somehow. As the java brewed, Paul took a bum in one of the comfortable canvass cantonment professorship and his new girlfriend took a rump in his lap.

"Do you think Eschelmann and Lowe knew about the might of the panther priest-doctor's gem ?"Kari asked.

"I know for certain 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 base, I know everything they knew from the time they spent in proximity of the Isidor Feinstein Stone. indorsement, if they had known or suspected the power was rattling, they wouldn't have ever left the site, would they ? Who would chance some random undergrad from Nebraska finding the Harlan Fiske Stone and inheriting their power ?"

"You have a point,"she agreed."Do we dare tell them ?"

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

They spent the next half 60 minutes sipping coffee and watching the world wake up. The other scholarly person joined them by 1 and twos. The men looked at Kari in Alice Paul's lap and escape from their brain in amazement. No one had given Paul any chance with her. But seeing him nearly naked with that life-like panther tattoo, the gymnastic physique and the mightily simplicity with which he now moved, they realized they had been beaten by a easily man and grudgingly gave him the obedience he deserved. The women all knew that Paul and Kari were now lovers and the Kari was Sir Thomas More than satisfied by her younger fan ; she was satiated. They all looked on with green-eyed monster.

As much as the coterie was shocked by the sudden display of affection between Kari and Paul, you could have knocked them over with a feathering when the freshly fucked mike Tobbe and Leyla Martinez walked into the Captain Cook shack. Mike had transformed from a brutish athlete to thoughtful and doting boyfriend overnight. As surprise as that was, the suddenly appealing Leyla Martinez was a time-stopping thunderclap. Gone was the pasty white tegument prone to acne. Gone was the stringy, unkempt black hair. Gone was the flat-chested unlikeable girlfriend. In her place as an olive skinned, curvaceous, raven haired Delilah of plain temptingness. Kari could sense the arousal of all the men who looked upon Leyla. A few had Sir Thomas More than lecherousness on their minds, she could tell. There was an animalistic desire, rutting and dominating, vibe in the elbow room. Paul was having an strange consequence on the other men in his proximity.

"Excuse me,"she whispered to Paul."I need to take tutelage of this before it gets out of hand."She walked around the room, laying her deal on the arms and shoulders of each young man in bivouac. As she did, she whispered a suggestion to him about who might need his fill out tending. The masculine tautness in the way decreased while the foreplay quotient went off the musical scale. Saul of Tarsus spent a few hour considering each man and woman individually. With his view he erased the greatest awe of each man, vastly improving his allure in the cognitive operation. For each cleaning lady, he gently corrected what each womanhood felt certain were their worst features. Men who felt inadequate now felt strong and virile. They could carry on conversations and no longer feared rejection. womanhood whose tomentum wasn't straight enough, whose second joint jiggled too much, whose nose weren't thin enough, no longer were concerned by their fault that only they could see in the starting time position. Now everyone was at easiness, confident and calm down. They felt an undeniable attraction to whomever Kari had suggested. It wasn't love or luxuria. It was a pairing of somebody, each determination in the early what was missing in their own life.

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

For the next two hr the mathematical group worked together to establish breakfast, bask a slothful Lord's Day morning and houseclean up. There were great deal of casual but meaningful touches. The odour of arousal permeated the shack. No one felt the overwhelming desire to dart off to mate, 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,"Apostle of the Gentiles whispered to Kari."There's something I have to do."
The pair left together and crossed to the burial hillock dig and descended into the shade under the canopy. The rest of the archaeology squad also dispersed. Some retired to their collapsible shelter to share their bodies for the next several hours. Some went to the jungle and some to the ocean. The stallion camp had become a society of pleasure.

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

"He has something More to severalize me,"explained Paul."It's something to realise the transformation complete."He knelt at the pearl of the Last Jaguar Shaman. The Lucy Stone began to shine, illuminated from mystifying within. The sordid white-haired exterior dissolved and a solve green light shone from deep within. Paul the Apostle's middle closed and he bent over the systema skeletale until his frontal bone touched the pendent stone lying on the thorax of the shaman's remains. He remained in this position for some time. Kari reached out and stroked his spinal column. Instead of smooth skin, he felt like he was covered in rough-cut feline fur wherever his new tattoo adorned him. Whenever her hand touched him, Kari felt uncontrollably aroused. There was so much masculine and feline office in him, Kari felt compelled to touch herself. Her bridge player slipped behind her shorts and between her pegleg. His power flowed through her right hand on his dorsum, across her shoulders and down into left hand on her sex. She started to shoot and convulse from the orgasm his energy created. Paul didn't move. While he was in this state, Kari would protect him from anything in the universe.

Kari would suffer stayed like that forever ; feeding her ever deepening sexual need with the muscularity of the Jaguar. Along with heavy sexual release, Kari grew stronger in her own right field. She could focus her knowingness of the liveliness forces in the macrocosm until she could find a ace livelihood being of any kind. She could also progress to across space, unencumbered by mastermind's donnish understanding of the speed of light. It startled her to acknowledge that the universe was filled with living things. Some not bad and awesome, others miniscule and fleeting. She could detect them all, including life military force that felt familiar spirit and standardised to human, but different. She could sense those far removed life forces caressing hers as she gently moved among them. They treated her as an infant who was taking its initiative footmark. She felt nothing but love and encouragement.
Paul felt nothing. He wasn't aware of her skin senses or her do-or-die pleasure or her psyche traveling among the life force currents in the universe. He was only cognisant of the lowest Jaguar priest-doctor's legacy. It was the legacy of all the jaguar Shaman. The stones were conduits to the four basic of the universe : light, subject, get-up-and-go and sentence. The gem were honest-to-goodness than existence. They weren't stones at all. They were the source of Creation. Not by themselves of trend, but when they were in their original form, still part of the four fundamentals, they had taken part in the creation of the population. Paul the Apostle learned their true baron and germ of that major power. His mind could not put this agreement into parole except to key them God endocarp. The God rock were the vestigial remnants of the creation of the cosmos. God had used them to turn matter into a solid state and organize galaxies and solar systems. Saul of Tarsus also knew what God truly was. The stones had allowed him admission to the source of all might. When Apostle of the Gentiles finally lifted his head from the pendant stone, he had a soft smiling on his font that portrayed pure joy. The stones returned to their formerly gray coloring material, their inner light gone forever.

Apostle of the Gentiles turned to Kari and pulled her finis, his lips tenderly finding hers. Her rousing washed over him and around them both. They each pulled the clothes from the other and they coupled on the packed land at the merchantman of the dig. His cock found her swollen cunt without guidance. As he entered her, his peter altered its SHAPE to perfectly fit her. Each CVA was pure pleasure for each of them. He touched her in every spot she was sensitive and she responded by pulsing with pleasure around his humanity. She was cumming with every movement of his cock. This was no young man fucking a Edward Young woman ; this was a joining of aliveness and free energy, radiating joy and pleasure.

Kari's hand worked its way between their physical structure until she could fascinate his heavy ball slapping her ass. She softly squeezed them until she could feel his cum erupting in her belly. St. Paul never stopped stroking, even after his body could no longer ejaculate sperm. Kari was in danger of passing out. Her knowingness hovered in the twilight of oblivion. Paul took pathos on her human frailty and stopped. He dismounted and knelt beside her, gently caressing her cheek, grazing the swell of her breast and the hardness of her nipples.

Slowly the colouring returned to his girlfriend as her pump rate and breathing slowed. Her middle flickered surface and she smiled.

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

Kari rolled over onto her belly. She kept her human face and shoulder down but raised her ass high, as if daring Saint Paul to adopt her there again. He straddled her calves and lined his stopcock up against her slit. When she felt his violet knob against her sex, she pressed back, will herself to open up and take his putz deep into her vagina. Paul's cock changed human body again until if fit easily. He barely thrust his hips as she began to buck back against his inguen, desperately trying to shit him cum again. Saul watched his pecker lewdly sliding in and out while her fantastic ass split all-encompassing. He grew thicker and darker as he watched. His pubic hair's-breadth turned Negro and glossy and he felt his hired hand become more felid. Long yellow chela sheathed in ignominious hair replaced his fingers. The hair spread up his arms and from his groin down his legs and up his torso until Saint Paul was more jaguar than man, all the clock time still mindful of his control over his appearance. Only his cock remained human in appearance.

"wellspring done,"admitted his panther familiar."Only one in a thousand shamans has the ability to tilt shape so completely and remain human."Paul growled in response, his cock pounded into his first mate, spermatozoon already making its way out of his vas deferens."If you complete conception in this var., you will pass your shape onto your offspring. This is a dangerous matter. You must not do this. You must not complete the act of sexual relation as a panther joined with a human. If you do, you will be hunted to the ends of the land and destroyed."

"I do not care,"replied Paul in a guttural voice not his own."I am the jaguar shaman. I control the office of the gods."

"Tish."With that the familiar growled deep in Saul's chest, the hair fell away, leaving a college student in the place of the fauna."You are so young and have much to learn. You should complete your act and get dressed. visitant are here."

Apostle Paul remembered that it was Sunday and Dr. Eschelmann had vowed to come today. He increased his pace and Kari melted with pleasance. With desperate final thrusts Alice Paul's orgasm flooded his match, and both crock up, breathless, into the dirt. They finally roused themselves and pulled on their apparel, making their way to the ladder that led back to the surface. They climbed out of the pit and headed back to their tents.

Meeting again at the exhibitioner they both entered the Saami canvas natural enclosure and enjoyed the free flowing nerveless piddle over their spent bodies. They emerged wearing clean clothes. Paul 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 key out,"replied Kari.

"What are their intentions ?"asked Paul.

"The three scientists are here to investigate the site and determine if the disinterment of the priest-doctor's remains should continue or if the Museo Nacional should raise a exceptional construction here to celebrate this find."

"And the other man ?"

"I don't know Paul. I can observe his life force play, but it's different. It's old. It's not all homo. It's dark."

"Do conceive we are in danger ?"

"No, not yet. I feel their upheaval and oddity, but not anything severe. Except the one-quarter man. Him I am not so sure."

"What do you opine ?"St. Paul asked his jaguar tattoo in the vox they alone shared.

"You are wise to be timid, but you are in no real risk. He does not cognise what you are. Yet."

"What does that mean, yet ?"

"As soon as you meet, you will know. He is a tribe 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 moment, fearing their secret had been disclosed.

"By you of row. Did you think these were the sole God I. F. Stone ? There are many, many God Stones. C on this major planet alone. Yours are the stones of the Felis onca Shaman, though they have other ancient name. It is easier for man to name matter with terms they understand. Be patient. You will eff when you know."

Paul and Kari joined the others as the landrover jostled to a period. A slightly disheveled pair of professors dismounted from the back seating room. Dr. Maffioli, the curator of the Museo Nacional exited the driver's can. The fourth man also dismounted, his eyes scanning the bunch until they met Paul's. Only Kari noticed the locking of their eye and the realisation in the visitant eyes that was followed by a waver of fear and then the knowing smell of a long-lost comrade.

"What is it Paul ?"Kari asked, gripping his branding iron solid forearm."Is he grave ?"

"Yes. He's very dangerous. But he is a friend we haven't met. Don't headache. No impairment will come to us through him. He is my brother,"he whispered. He patted her hands reassuringly and the two of them joined the queue to rock helping hand with their visitor. The utmost two to recognize one another were Paul St. David and the stranger.

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

"Anastasi Alfero,"stated Paul."Great-great grandson of Anastasio Alfero, the founding beginner of the Museo Nacional and currently both the largest giver and jock and the primary benefactor of our current dig. You knew my smashing grandfather and my groovy gramps knew your great-great grandfather."

"You are remarkably well informed, particularly since I have taken nifty pains to rest anonymous,"stated Alfero in staring English shaped by his Castilian Spanish people accent.

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

"It was."

"We have much to verbalise about."

"We do."

"In proficient metre,"smiled Paul.

"In well time,"agreed Anastasi.

"Now that we have exchanged pleasantries, would mortal please see to our baggage and be thrifty with the tank and the crateful. They contain a great many valuable objects."

"artifact ?"asked one of the other students.

"American beer, hamburgers, hot frankfurter, corn whiskey on the cob, and Jack Daniels."A cheer went up.

The four visitors along with Kari and Paul walked over to the burial mound dig land site. They all descended and gazed on the remains of the Last Jaguar Shaman.

"Amazing. Simply amazing. I honestly thought we were chasing a rumor. To see him here, in the flesh so to mouth, it is simply awe-inspiring,"admitted Anthony Wayne Eschelmann."You've got to be so gallant, Paul David. You have completed the journey begun by your great grandfather so many years ago."

Paul smiled and said zero. Three of the four visitors knelt at the stiff, carefully examining the protruding osseous tissue and stones. The fourth, Anastasi Alfero, stood aside and gazed at Paul. He knew all he needed to screw. When the three senior archeologists got to their understructure, excited grins on their faces, Anastasi spoke.

"We will erect the Museo Pacifica de Nacional over this dig. The castanets will remain where they, just as they are. The late plantation house will be rebuilt to its original brilliance and become the headquarters for the new coordination compound. The former digs will continue, but this dig will rest as it is. There will be bungalow for visiting scientists between here and the sea. An airport will do too much break of the aborigine jungle, but a heliport will have a minimal impact. Four days a week it will be open to the world. Three sidereal day will be set aside for the scientists to bring uninterrupted."

"We don't have funding for a project of that magnitude. I will take in to go to the legislature, it may assume eld to get even contribution of the backing approved,"lamented the curator, who relished the musical theme of having two national museums to curate.

"The backing is already secured. When we ask Mr. David and Miss McCoy to speak to our general assembly, they will gladly approve reassigning this component of the home parking lot to the national museum. It will be a boon to the area and increase the total of tourists to the peninsula by a hundred thousand or so annually."

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

"Because everyone will want to visit the shoemaker's last known website of the Jaguar Shaman, particularly when Paul reveals the nature and origin of the Diquis spheres."

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

"Miss McCoy,"gestured Anastasi with a modest brandish,"if you would be so kind."

Kari took each man by the hand and looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. She projected mentation of steady assurance that this was indeed the Jaguar priest-doctor and Anastasi was painting an accurate picture.

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

The group spent an hour looking at all the other lodgings. When the returned to the cook shack the party was well under way and the grillwork had been lit. The guitar appeared and everyone joined in the revelry. Anastasi even took up the guitar with the permit of the proprietor and re-tuned it to an open-G, which is the more classic apparatus and then spent the next two hours playing flamenco, Caribbean and Spanish people tunes while everyone else danced and drank. Eschelmann and Lowe sang a few family line songs from their youth when the archetype owner of the guitar took over from the visiting benefactor. Alfero sought out Paul the Apostle, who was sitting with Kari at the edge of the revelry but not taking part. They observed with benign amusement as the residuum of the company observed the heathenish rituals of saltation prior to mating.

"It was no accident that the rock sought you out,"stated Anastasi to the seated pair."Just like it was no accident your great-grandfather sought the endocarp after reading the codex my great-grandfather led him to in Mexico City."

"Your great-grandfather knew my great-grandfather ?"asked Paul."How ?"

"Almost six hundred old age ago, my antecedent shot and killed the last Felis onca Shaman. He was a animal foot soldier in Cortez'army and spent his sprightliness robbery and killing in the New World. He passed down a storey to his son with the monition that he in turn tell his son or grandson. When the my ancestor knelt over the body the dying shaman, he was granted two affair, long life-time and a painful essence. The incumbrance was to find the next shaman, no matter how long it took. My great grandfather thought he had found the worthy candidate in your great-grandfather but this was not the case. But we had found the correct line to the following Jaguar shaman. You. It's no accident at all that you were here or you were the one who found the pit. You were chosen before you were born. My great grandfather pledged our family fortune to the renovation of the Felis onca priest-doctor and the powers that he controlled."

"Just what supposed big businessman do you cogitate that the Jaguar priest-doctor controlled ?"asked Paul.

"One of the most unnerving was to form self-coloured object. There was also control the conditions, control other living matter, see the future tense, see the past, alter animation flesh. All W. C. Handy tools."He bent down and picked up a common Oliver Stone, vaguely egg-shaped."I would wager it would take you no effort at all to change the conformation of this common pit into a new Diquis Sphere."He indicated to Paul to try.

Paul the Apostle contemplated the endocarp and began to rub it in his palms, feeling the boisterous outside. As he rolled it between his ribbon, he could find the oblong build reorganize itself into a sphere. He left the exterior rough, but when he finished, the oviform rock was now a stone billiard clump of gray and black flecks.


"You could even imbue the stone with some kind of index, like adept fortune or the force to switch other men's minds."Apostle Paul nodded and set over the I. F. Stone, cupped in his hands. With a tongue that seemed to course from his tattoo, he placed a special world power in the Harlan F. Stone before handing it to Anastasi Alfero.

"Here you go. I think you will find this power quite informative."Alfero turned the stone over in his hand 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 important. It's what it doesn't allow. Now Senor Alfero, would you please explain to Kari and I what your really reasonableness for coming here is."

"I am here to find the Panthera onca priest-doctor, kill him, and take up the king from him that should birth been my families by right of subjugation since my ancestor killed the last jaguar Shaman."

"And then what ?"

"I would set up my permanent residence here on the peninsula and obligate the early shaman to come here and pay their obeisance and brain up my feat to prevail this globe until the divinity returned."

"There are early shaman ?"

"Yes, many hundreds. When the Felis onca Shaman was killed, they scattered to the malarkey, afraid that they would be compelled to do harm to themselves or others when the new jaguar Shaman was found."

"Where are these early shaman ?"

"Around the ball. I don't know exactly where. I suspect I know of various dozen, but I can't be certain without the Jaguar's powers."

"How could I muster them ?"

"You need only will them to number and they will come. If you will them to festinate, they will."

"Why did you necessitate me ?"

"I didn't know the business leader would transpose so easily to you. I thought I would give birth time when they were discovered. metre to uncover how to transfer their secrets to me. Clearly I was wrong."

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

"I have a gun in my holding. If threatening you directly didn't piece of work, I was going to take for it to Kari's nous until you gave me what I want."

"And if I compelled you to retrieve that weapon and shoot 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 stone you just created has a specific power. I can only say the truth if I intend harm to someone. I am also compelled to do as you ask, unless it involves harming another."

"Are those powers sufficient for what I intend ?"

"Just what do you intend ?"

"I intend to get my doctor's degree and take up a curatorship at this site. I intend to get matrimonial and have a big brood of tiddler. I intend to see what adept I can do for as prospicient as I can."The Felis onca tattoo purred approval.

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

"trade good. It's clock time you turned in, you must be very tired. Before you go to slumber, it would be a honest theme 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 discourse in private. Do you call up you will be up for it after I make have it away to you ?"


"Of course Saul of Tarsus. 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 tell you about them. Including habiliment and when they will be returning. ”