The sunrise crept up over the jungle. The village was asleep except for a couple of coupling itzcuintli, the domesticate hot dog kept by the hoi polloi of central the States for century. A strange smell wafted from the nearby jungle, inciting the wienerwurst bark a warning. While this was a peaceful Brunka village one hundred 50 men, women and nestling, generations removed from the last attack by raider, the men were accustomed to the risk that living on the edge of tropical jungle presented. jaguar were the largest predatory animal brave enough to speculation into the village in search of a desperate meal. The village men rose quickly, grabbing spear up and bow, prepared to repel the invading cat. As they gathered on the sharpness of the settlement facing the risk in the jungle, what appeared was no olympian cat. It was an army of men made of shining metal with fair pelt and shadow hair's-breadth covering their faces. They made noises when they moved and many were mounted on the backs of big metal beasts. The interloper on foot had strange metallic element heads with a magniloquent fundamental fin that reached from brown to nape. The villagers froze in veneration and awe. Were these the warriors of Tlatchque, number to reward or punish them ?

The chief of the small town, flanked by two elders and the shaman appeared from behind the course of fifty armed Hunter. The tribal chief was adorned by his traditional garb, leather and feathers and bone. The holy man was covered in tattoos ; the most spectacular was a sinister jaguar that wrapped his body climbed over his shoulder and growled from his breast. They approached the transmission line of Spaniards cautiously, but without guile or intent. To them, the trespasser were creatures of wonder, not men like themselves. The maiden jibe rang out, audio of roaring echoing in the jungle. The headman fell. The shaman raised his weapon system in subservience and the invaders closest to him took note he carried no weapon, but his articulatio radiocarpea and ankle were adorned with stone bracelets and around his cervix he wore a Edward Durell Stone sphere. For the abbreviated moment these appeared to glow before the sulphurous olfactory perception of gunpowder signaled the volley that cut him down as well.

It was a whipping after the initial volley. The sword men killed all in their path save a small group that disappeared in the magniloquent pasture that stood between the Greenwich Village and the sea. Then they scavenged what puny riches the village contained and tantalize north, looking for another small town to plunder. The chieftain and jaguar shaman were left were they fell. Neither man had any adornments of gold, silver, pig or tin. Their stone necklaces were objects of scorn to the encroacher, not worthy of even being cut from the neck of the fallen. One of the halberdiers, who had thought he had seen the priest-doctor's Oliver Stone gleam, thought maybe they had caught the reflected light of the dayspring. He took the time to examine them closely and also left them be as uninteresting and not worth their weightiness in the hassle it would be to carry them away.

The next cockcrow thirty woman and children appeared from the locoweed. They gathered the stiff and arranged them in a ceremony pile. The shaman was laid to lie at one end, the tribal chief at the other. The survivors buried their friends and folk extremity in a simple earthen mound. When they finished their job, they laid two 12 gem spheres on the pile and slipped into the jungle. Where they went and what came of them has been lost to fourth dimension. But the mound they left would go a place other men sought five hundred years after, so at least one of the survivor would say the tale.

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It was a hot, dry Friday good afternoon. To the XII graduate and undergraduate student and two prof, it was a receive change. They were dispersed around the two acre compound, paired off under canopies that kept the sun off their backs while they turned their faces to the ground, always digging. Even under the shade of the canopies, the oestrus was stifling and the undergraduates had it the regretful. Being unused to the relentless high temperature, they were sweating profusely. The graduate educatee and the prof had been to Costa Rica before and were somewhat accustomed the tropics. They only sweat heavily.
When the radical had arrived at Farm terzetto, the eight month wet season was winding down. Still, it four week of hot and humid days, punctuated by frequent warm downpours that did little to bring in fill-in from the relentless Costa Rican fall heat which is indistinguishable from the relentless Costa Rican leap heat and only slightly more bearable than the even more persistent Costa Rican summer steam furnace. The everyday rain were followed by hours of agonizingly humid air that left the hide prickled from the heat. The only let up came when the sun went down and the cooling offshore breezes bathed the seacoast and turned the western Costa Rica from purgatory to paradise.

But this Friday afternoon marked the end of the initiative week of the dry season. There was a noticeable improvement in the intent around the camp. The basis was dry, the chaffing of personal areas had lessened, and the weather was slightly cooler. In the preceding seven calendar week, beginning the outset of October, the cell of America students from five different universities had been digging at the Punta Llorona internet site Confederacy of the Diquis Delta. They would be on internet site another five weeks, until just after the New Year.

The students called this locating"Farm Three ”. They called it Farm three because it was half the size and half as well-known as Farm Six, and it was on piece of an old jungle plantation that had played out early in the 1800's but the similarity ended there. So far it's only significance consisted of one ceremonial burial pile and even that was of no remarkable size. For the past ten years, under the authorization of the subject Museum of rib Rica, American students and their prof have been trekking to the Pacific Coast of southern rib Rica to cut into in the mud and revel when it turned to dust. For the side by side three months the dig would be good. They searched for the famous Diquis stone, nearly perfectly round stones from centimeters to meters in diam, weighing anywhere from ounces to fifteen tons. This site had produced at several stones per digging season, but so far this time of year they had discovered nothing.

The parentage of the stones were as shrouded in history as was their creator. The Diquis citizenry disappeared entirely shortly after the arrival of the Spaniards. Perhaps they fled but more likely they died from diseases carried by the Spanish or perished at the hands of the invaders. A few Diquis may take in survived as slaves to other small town, while a few may induce been taken back to Spain and into thraldom there. picayune oral history existed from the area and less remained in written var.. The non-Christian priest that traveled with the Spaniards were relentless in removing native iconography and anything of quasi-religious nature. It made their job of converting the aborigine to Christianity that much easier.

In the 1920's, an obscure professor from the University of stops doing research in the subject Library of United Mexican States City found a Mesoamerican codex of even more confuse stemma. It was singularly remarkable in that had been translated to Latin by the invading Spanish who had several priest in their numbers game. This obscure document had never been translated again, but this detail professor was searching for something groundbreaking to write and provide his mark behind. He thought the displacement would be his just the ticket to having his public figure known in every family in America, like genius, Curie, Max Karl Ernst Ludwig Planck and Pavlov.

The leaf-book had described a mass of somewhat mystical origin who had inhabited the region that would turn southern costa Rica. They regulated their lives entirely by their own calendar, which celebrated monthly feasts to observe Tlatchque, the God of Thunder. In homage to Tlatchque, they crafted stone spheres and aligned them in a design only they understood the meaning of. The professor from Michigan was failed to unearth any not bad archaeological find and after twenty dollar bill fruitless years, he and his quest faded into obscurity and his name faded with him. He retired to a spread straddling the White River in northwestern NE. He had a individual small rung artifact to remind him of his fruitless career. He led topical anesthetic dig when they turned up dinosaur castanets or native America sites, but mostly he raised cattle and cavalry and thought about the jungle in exchange America.

In 1985, an inquisitive University of Michigan undergraduate, John Wayne Eschelmann, had come across the archival remnant of that Sami obscure professor buried deep in the library archives. There was something about the news report and the two decades of fruitless searching that piqued his wonder. By the time Eschelmann had discovered the dusty archives, the maiden of the not bad Diquis domain had already been discovered, but no one had ever dug at web site first opened by the obscure professor. It was tough to reach, it was deep within Corcovado national commons, and there were no road. It was approached by sea the first twenty dollar bill fruitless yr of early digging. Eschelmann and Lowe also came by sea their low year, but their discovery of the first spheres of any size had prompted the Museum Nacional to fund a crude road that stretched east and west from Highway 245 to the dig situation. It was fifteen statute mile as the crow fly front, but skinny to thirty naut mi as the van locomotion.

The original Diquis Spheres ignited a great deal of curiosity in the archeological world. It was an easy matter for Eschelmann in his doctoral scholarly person years, to get initial funding for a six month dig at his proposed site. In the summer of 1990 the first group of six undergrads and two graduate pupil, Eschelmann and Curtis Lowe, began their dig in weed covered clarification that was portion of the defunct banana plantation on the southern peninsula. They discovered their outset two vault of heaven by happenstance. They weren't unearthed in the initial excavation ; they were noticed on top two alabaster plinths that marked the entrance to the onetime plantation groovy mansion. While the house had long been reclaimed by the violent forest, the two footstall remained spheres intact. Each was nearly meter in diameter and weighed close to a M pounds, much too heavy to load on the expedition boats. With the license of the subject Museum, they were removed, photographed, weighed, measured, x-rayed and tested for radiation. When the new route was completed, they were taken out on the same dense equipment trucks that had built the road and delivered to the Museum Nacional where they were put on permanent video display by the internal museum. Eschelmann and Lowe co-wrote a composition on the celestial sphere and subsequent support was even easier to receive. Before the end of the following pedantic twelvemonth, each had defended his dissertation and both were Brigham Young professors. The University of Chicago extended and pop the question to each to connect the module which they accepted. Now, 25 years later, Eschelmann and Lowe seldom left the conditioned air puff of their offices in Chicago, and left the digging to confide graduate scholarly person and adjuncts that fought to get on their exploration team.

One of the undergrad for this season was a typical appearing archeology dweeb named Paul Jacques Louis David from the University of Nebraska. He was paired with Kari Hatfield, a dedicated doctoral bookman from Duke who was anything but a distinctive looking archeology wonk. It took hebdomad for Paul become accustomed to working with the gorgeous Kari long enough to stop being tongue-tied and take care Kari in the eyes when she spoke to him. Kari knew Paul had a crush on her, but she didn't tease or coquetry with him. She let him lick through his feelings as best he could until he could come to handgrip with the fact he was working with a former misfire U.S. contestant from northward Carolina and concentre on his excavation. Now that Paul was nearly immune to the physical attractiveness of his partner/mentor, they were getting along like old fellow and honest admirer. Kari was impressed by St. Paul's work ethic. He dug without ailment or any chauvinism toward Kari. He asked the right question and listened to the solvent. Occasionally he followed up with another question that would impress Kari. He was listening to her and taking her seriously. She thought of him more like a kid blood brother than peer or student. Kari grew attached to this bright and shy farm boy. They ate nearly all of their meal together and frequently sat on together after hours to enjoy the motionlessness of the tropical nights and regale each other with stories of their families and hometowns. Each of the other male pupil had taken a shot at attracting the Kari's attending, but she was as driven to be a successful archaeologist as she had been to be a pageant dissident. She was used to the attention and paid it no mind. She was gentle and sort in her snub and they all went away wistful, not resentful or with wounded pridefulness. She wasn't interested in Latinian language but she was interest in friendship and learning.

"Hey, facial expression at this !"Paul exclaimed, uncovering what he thought was the top of a belittled sphere about seven inch in diameter. Kari knelt in the grunge beside him and the two put their head word together over the depression Paul was excavating."I think we may make found one."

The yoke was working on the compass north end of the sepulture knoll pit. They had spent five weeks slowly removing layers of crap hoping to regain that the cumulus extended further than was originally mapped. The use of ground penetrating radar had given indication that there was something worth digging for.

"I'll get the camera and the tape,"Kari replied."We need to document this properly."She gave him a kiss on the forehead."just job Paul David ! You may make a decent scientist yet."

She got to her animal foot and climbed from the covered pit and crossed the site to the cataloging tent. She came back with a digital camera and steel measure tape measure that would be used to pinpoint exactly where the newest heavens was uncovered. A few of the early teams heard the rumpus and climbed from their own mining pits to take care down on the new uncovering. After a clock time they went back to digging. The other teams had found sphere before and weren't impressed any longer. This sector didn't appear to be of any significance.

Paul and Kari took turns slowly shaving away the dirt around the sphere until the top one-third was exposed."There's something else here,"whispered Kari as she attempted expose more than of the sphere and found part of it missing."Get the sat phone and the laptop."Saul of Tarsus felt his heartbeat quicken by the tone and urgency in his pardner's vocalization. He scrambled out of the pit and dashed to the cataloging collapsible shelter, returning with the IBM ThinkPad and satellite phone that would connect them to Eschelmann and Lowe. Kari tapped a few cay on the keyboard and three M miles away, a dissimilar laptop chirped and twittered to get the attention of anyone nearby.

"trade good afternoon Kari, it's always a pleasure to experience a call from you. You must have something special to scream during digging hours,"smiled Wayne Eschelmann. Kari McCoy's report for being all stage business was well-earned.

"I think we have something to testify you,"she smiled in acknowledgement.

"Have a look."She moved the laptop to the work area, adjusting it until the sphere filled the sieve. What became apparent was that this was no sphere. It was Stone bracelet made from a sphere and it had the last wearer still somewhat seize.

"Is that what I think it is ?"Mad Anthony Wayne whispered hoarsely. Kari didn't solution, she turned the camera to her nerve and nodded, big grin splitting her face."I'll be there by Sunday eventide. I'll bring cold beer and other dainty. Tell no one. I want this to be a surprise. Does anyone else know ?"

She shook her head but held up one finger. She panned the camera over to her dig partner.

"Paul Jacques Louis David, isn't it ? From Whitney, Nebraska, correct ?"asked the human face on the computer.

Eschelmann knew the names and bios of every person on his internet site. Eschelmann and Lowe argued and fought constantly over who would be on the handpicked teams were let access. They had agreed early on that both had to endorse a prospect before he or she was invited to join. St. Paul David received an immediate endorsement from both men when they read his public figure and hometown. It was made easier because of Paul's family history and made easier because had all the correct characteristics for being an splendid archeologist including the ability to sustain his silence.

"Yes sir, professor."He was a little strike that Dr. Eschelmann knew his name and hometown.

"Excellent work. fantabulous. This may be a find of startling implication. I must ask you to keep it to yourself for the time being. I am flying down there on Sunday to examine it myself. Can I count on you both to keep it quiet until then ? William Tell no one. Not even the former penis of the dig. I don't want to get anyone else's hopes up if this isn't the Jaguar."

"Of course sir. We can keep a secret."Apostle of the Gentiles asked no head. He wasn't sure what questions he should ask, so he kept his sass closed.

"Don't worry son. If this is what I think it is, you will get full-of-the-moon reference for its initial discovery. You will have your filling of alumnus schooling, I suspect. Quite a coup for a redbird turned Husker."

They closed the laptop and disconnected the cellphone and Apostle Paul returned the equipment to the main tent. When he returned, Kari was bent over the stone bracelet and the arm that it adorned was being freed from the land bit by bit. Paul the Apostle looked at her from behind and a flood of lusty memories came back to him. She was an incredibly attractive woman, no doubt about it. She was made all the more beautiful by her innate ease and confident nature. Now her khaki shorts clad ass was pointed at him and Paul the Apostle felt a bang of blood in his face and inguen as he reacted to her form in the genetically preprogrammed mode. He shook his head to clear those sexual thoughts and stoop down next to her.

"Saul, what we may have here is The Felis onca. The finally Brunka Shaman."

"Brunka ? You mean Boruca, right ?"He was familiar with the known history of this region, recorded after the arrival of the Spanish. The Boruca people had inhabited this region from the time of the Conquistadors until today.

"No, the Brunka. There is evidence that the Boruca immigrated here after the Spanish people wiped the Brunka from universe. There is also an blur legend that the Brunka had a spiritual leader, a priest-doctor with mystic exponent, who was slain in Department of Defense of the Village against the Conquistadors. The legend also describes the attire of the Jaguar Shaman including four Oliver Stone bangle worn at the carpus and ankle and a Harlan Fisk Stone sphere necklace. They were described as combining to stimulate other-worldly exponent. They had the ability to change men and objects, influence winds and tides, even alter the weather. Eschelmann and Lowe have theorized that they hold the secret to whom or what created the Diquis Spheres, or at least a key to finding out more than we know now."

"Why haven't I you said about the Jaguar Shaman before ?"

"It's just a gaga theory that Professor Eschelmann dug up in the University of Newmarket archives. It was first proposed in the mid-twenties. Back then, the prof who found the original Latin rendering of a Mesoamerican codex explored XX five years on this very land site. I can't remember his gens. He didn't know how close he had come to finding the prize he sought. doctor Esch and Lowe used that early study pinpoint a locating to pop out their own dig. This site is so far from all the other archeological site, there has to be a reason. And here we are, ninety eld later, maybe finding the pot of gold they were looking for."She grinned excitedly.

"His name was Dr. Elmore Leonard Saint David,"stated Saint Paul quietly."He was my great-grandfather."

"What ? Are you severe ? You are related to the originator of this site ?"
Saul nodded.

"It appears so. Now what do we do ?"Paul asked finally.

"Do ? We dig. We excavate. We expose. We document. We WORK, Paul David. We work. Let's see if this is the panther and if the stones are all here. Get your knife and let's get busy."

The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon using artist pallet knives to scrape blade after blade of dirt from the skeleton in the closet ; the victim of barbaric violence from five 100 premature. By the sentence the dinner Vanessa Stephen rang, the sun was approaching the ocean in the west. The rest of the digger had given up their efforts for the day when Kari and Paul emerged from their hole. They had covered the skeleton with a tabloid of dingy canvas and with a tone they each knew the other would keep their silence. That evening, no one noticed anything unusual with Kari and Apostle of the Gentiles's behavior.

Saturdays on the location are usually laundry and townsfolk day. Everyone would pile into the three camp vehicles to sweep the Oso Peninsula for work-free day of amusement and a meal and partake in the limited shopping the minor towns offered. Most went just to get away from the dig web site and to imbue up some of the topical anesthetic strong drink. Paul and Kari stayed behind, unnoticed by the others who would have assumed they caught a drive in one of the early vans for the bumpy ride into town.

The pair of shovel descended into their pit with more exhilaration than ever. They were more excited than their number 1 daytime on the emplacement when dig fever ran rampant. The sun rose highschool into the sky before they took their first-class honours degree H2O breach. When they finished, Kari removed the prospicient sleeved work shirt she customarily wore and went back to work wearing just a white tank car top, already soaked with travail, and her black sportswoman bra. Her abruptly blonde pilus was tucked behind her ears and held in berth by a floral bandana folded into a headband and tied in place. Paul followed her lead and removed his workplace shirt. Underneath he wore a Negro T-shirt with the football symbolization of the cornhusker from his home base res publica. With a glance Kari could see that there was more than to Saul of Tarsus than she originally thought. He was no soppy digger nerd. He had the well-defined muscles of a untested man accustomed to punishing study. While not overly expectant, he was sculpted and toned. He had lettered twelve times in high school, for football, wrestle and track. He could bear gone to the University of Nebraska on a track erudition, but he accepted the pedantic scholarships he was offered instead. Kari considered his manly qualities for the first time. She appreciated what she saw. For the first clock time a flit thought passed through her mind that moved Apostle Paul from the ally zone to the peril zone, if only for a s.

They both went back to study and continued without a break until crave overcame them and they stopped long enough to foray into the camp refrigerator for the tortillas and the rice and squash casserole left from the night before. After eating they provisioned themselves with various extra feeding bottle of water each, they descended back into the excavation. Resuming their work, the knelt on opposite side of the partially exposed skeleton, straits nearly touching, seldom saying a Word of God. Apostle of the Gentiles noticed that they were breathing in unison but said zilch. As they scraped at the skeletal remains it was clear : they had discovered the remains of a man with stone bracelets and stone anklet and what was probably a Harlan F. Stone chandelier necklace, though the leather book binding had deteriorated C before, leaving the firmament perched on the center of his ribcage. Apostle of the Gentiles lightly grazed the sphere resting on the skeletons chest. The firmament felt boisterous and slightly warm to the hint. It felt somewhat intimate to Saint Paul. His great-grandfather had let him care his prize artifact several times as a fry. He told Apostle of the Gentiles fib of the Jaguar priest-doctor, and how he had spent 25 years digging to find his stiff, and finding only the one pocket-sized sphere for his difficulty. Paul the Apostle's focus returned to the dig.

The tolerant hole in his forehead gave an indication as to how the Shaman had met his end. Most likely it was the rocket fired from a Spanish harquebus, a heavy predecessor firearm that made the natives think they were the origin of all smack. The Jaguar was a curt man in his lfe, no taller than five foundation two inches, and shorter yet in his death, typical for the other skeletons of the region. They had unearthed his upper hemisphere from top of skull to the soles of his feet. The frame appeared to be laying in a dirt bath. They had also unearthed the tops of two dozen smaller pit spheres and two dozen clay jolt that surrounded the priest-doctor's remains. Whoever had placed him here had taken especial care to grace him properly for the succeeding life history. Each of the spheres probably represented something to the shaman or to the hamlet and each of the jars probably carried herbaceous plant or medicines the shaman would suffer used in his sacrificial observance. They paused frequently to try out, measure, catalog, photograph and plowshare each discovery before they went back to work.

When darkness descended again, they reluctantly covered up their oeuvre and climbed from the pit. They were tired and exhilarated at the same time. They still had camp to themselves. The first fomite wouldn't return until close to midnight. The last vehicle wouldn't arrive until closer to click. Kari and Alice Paul started a fire in the half-barrel that served as the ingroup barbecue. There was fresh fish in the refrigerator and fresh yield and veggie. They would grill the fish and build shish kebab from the fruits and vegetables. While the fire burned down to cooking ember, the pair decided to clean up before finishing dinner.
The inner circle was equipped with two cascade attached to the urine tower not far from the sleeping tent. They were made of canvas venire surrounding slat woods flooring with budget items plumbery. The small urine tower was filled from a modern windmill up the hill from the dig. The water was usually tepid but tolerable. Ordinarily the exhibitor were either used by the men or by the women, but tonight Kari suggested they each take a side to save time, trusting the other to maintain their modesty. Paul tried not to stutter while he agreed to the placement. He slipped into his collapsible shelter and slipped out of his dirty digging clothes and slipped on a favorite yoke of short and sandals for the short walk to the shower bath. The collapsible shelter were erected above the priming on wooden platforms and all of the quarters were connected by plank walk to prevent the scholarly person out of the mud. It was the first air of defense against the jungle rot that would eat at the substructure of the bookman who were unaccustomed to the constant wet conditions of the rainy season.

Saul carried his towel over his shoulder and his clean shirt in his hand as well as his dob kit of toiletries. He was first to the showers and took the one closest to the tent. Inside there was a small wooden bench and maulers in the frame of the water tower to string up his dress and towels. A pair of chains worked the valve that controlled water to the large shower-head at the other end of the natural enclosure. Once nude statue, he pulled the chain and enjoyed the feel of the somewhat cooler weewee as it washed away the sweat and grime from his day-long try. He heard Kari approaching on the panel sidewalk. Paul turned his head to the phone of her approach and realized that the duck soup had stirred the modestness tizzy open up and if she turned her pass as she passed, Kari would get a full look at him in the shower. Instead of veneration, this gave Saint Paul a feeling of excitement. His cock stirred, filling with blood.

"How is it ?"she asked lightly, still approaching.

"It feels really nice. I had no idea how dirty I had gotten. I'm sorry if I stank you out of the pit,"he replied, trying gamely to wee harmless conversation.

Just hearing her interpreter was causing a response to his unvoluntary systems that controlled his stimulation. He imagined her looking through the gap in the canvas, entering the enclosure with him, removing the net of her clothes, loosening her headband and releasing her short blond hair. He could see her firm titty and taut stomach as she joined him, the water cascading down her body. He closed his heart to enjoy his illusion and missed noticing if she had peeked or not. He could pick up her in the next shower, the boards and bench creaking with her movements.

If he stood all the way to the far side of his exhibitioner, he could make out her feet to the ankle joint underneath the canvass separating paries between them. He was painfully aroused when he shut off his water and began to dry off.

Would you mind if I borrowed your shampoo ? I thought I had grabbed mine but I grabbed the creme rinse instead,"she asked through the paries.

Paul grabbed his bottle and held it under the divide, lifting the bulwark slightly. When she grabbed it, her fingertips closed on his. A surge of energy passed between them and they both dropped the bottle.

"I'm so clumsy,"she apologized."Sorry about that."

He could see her hand reach partway into his rain shower and grasp the bottle. It quickly disappeared. Saul sat down and finished drying. He gave up on his erecting subsiding on its own piece in such proximity and gathered the residue of his stuff and headed back to his tent.

"I'll go start the fish,"he said as he left."Come whenever you are ready."It will give me a chance to get you out of my mind.

I could come right now, thought Kari McCoy. She had peeked as she passed and seeing her dig spouse nude had begun to bring strange modification in her. In her six years of digging on this site, she had never found another educatee to be attractive, let alone been involved with one. early students had hot, steamy hobo camp affairs, but not Kari McCoy. Now she felt like she was long overdue. Her hand wandered down between her stage and lightly grazed her sex. She imagined her handwriting was Apostle Paul Saint David's and she was rewarded with an electric orgasm that shivered her even in the tropical hotness. She felt a little sheepish when the orgasm subsided, but she considered what it meant. She felt more than a drop dead interestingness in her young digging spouse. She shut off the water, toweled her physical structure dry, and got dressed. She wore a light long sleeved shirt, as auspices against the mosquitoes. But tonight she opted not to fatigue a bra. Kari hadn't realized her wardrobe decision until she left the shower envelopment with her bra in paw. Instead of putting it on, she felt like it was a sign of something that was supposed to be.

When Kari approached the cook shack, Alice Paul noticed proper away she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples protruded against the white shirt so firmly that he could see their gloss against the Patrick White. His half-subsided cock stiffened again. It's going to be a long severely night, thought Paul. They ate dinner party under the principal deep purple of early nightfall. The lantern in the shack threw a orange tree yellow glow out the window, but they were far enough away to not be bothered by its Light Within.

"wealthy person you noticed, there are no mosquitoes this eventide,"said Kari."This is the first time I can recall not having to constantly swat away hemipteran while I ate."

"No I hadn't noticed, but you are right. I don't even hear any worm in the trees."It was odd to hear zippo at all."I wonder if a tempest is coming."David had been too in use imagining Kari nude and lying adjacent to him to think about bugs.

"I don't think so. The sunset was crimson tonight. High insistency for at least a workweek,"she offered.

She had almost missed noticing the absent bugs as well. Her judgement kept replaying the sight of Saint Paul's pissed manhood. She stole sly looks at him and imagined him naked, his body pressed against hers. She wondered if he was still a Virgo the Virgin or if some lucky cowgirl in westerly Nebraska had made a man of him already. They picked at the remains of their dinner party long enough. They both rose and entered the cook shack, busing their own saucer. Together they cleaned the cook shack, including the dishes left from the aurora by the departed group that went to Town. When they finished, Saul screwed up the bravery to ask a question.

"Would you like to walk to the beach or the overlook and view the stars ? There is no moon tonight, the sky will be filled."

This was the first clock time Paul had ever asked Kari to do anything that remotely resembled a escort. He steeled his pride to be let down.

"That's a heavy musical theme. Let me get something first. Could you take hold of us a mantle and some flashlights for the misstep back ?"

"S-s-s-sure thing,"he stuttered through his nerves.

He went to his collapsible shelter and grabbed the sporty summer sleeping bag he kept as a spare. He also grabbed two headlamp lightness and two hand-held lights. For effective measure, he grabbed his backpack, which he always kept filled with bottleful of urine, couple, a survival knife and toilet composition. In the tropics you need to be heedful what you wipe with. He met Kari back at the cook shack and she was carrying a minor multitude herself. She had changed out of her long pants into a pair of fast shorts that made a work of art out of her ass.

They headed toward the way of life that led down to the ocean. Where it was wide enough, they walked slope by side, discussing The panther fable and what supposed powers those I. F. Stone might contain. Occasionally their hands brushed against each early, each meter felt like an electrical current passed between them. Neither mentioned it, fearing they were imagining it. They reached a rocky bluff overlooking the Pacific. The strait of distant surf rose up from below. Alice Paul opened his sleeping bag and spread it out. They both sat down on it.

"Do you drink Alice Paul ?"asked Kari.

"fountainhead, I have…."he replied. In western Nebraska, if you are big enough to obtain the bottle steady, your parents would let you have a beer now and again. Paul the Apostle was no exception."But it's not like I drink all the time or anything."

"I've been carrying this bottle of wine-colored down here for six years, waiting for the mighty clock time to open it. Tonight is the Nox. attention to link up me ?"she asked sweetly.

"I am only nineteen…"he replied."But we are in costa Rica and I don't know if it's effectual or not, and I don't fear. So, sure, I'd honey to join you."

Kari worked the handle on her folding corkscrew and soon the feeding bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon was open and being poured into two plastic cups.

"This is really delicious,"gushed Saul of Tarsus, warming to the flavor of the wine.
They each laid down, resting their heads on their backpack, taking in the zillion of asterisk. Paul's right hand rested near Kari's left. He half sat up to take another sip of the wine and when he laid down again, his hand was on Kari's. There was no mistaking the current of energy that passing between them. Kari turned her paw over so her fingers could enlace with his.

"Do you feel that ?"she asked.

"Yes,"he replied."I thought it was only me. It started with the shampoo bottle in the shower."

"Oh I know !"she answered sitting up. She set her wine cup aside and motioned for him to sit up as well. She never let go of his bridge player as he sat cross-legged in social movement of her."Give me your other hand."

He did so gladly. It was like a light circuit coming on. They both could finger the armorial bearing growing.

"What's happening ?"Apostle Paul asked."I mean, I've never felt anything like this when touching person even girls."

"So you've touched miss before ?"Kari asked coyly.

The surging power passing between them coursed right through her pussy, causing it to grow
bedwetter and surfactant. She was so horny she felt on the ragged edge of control.

"Yes, I've touched daughter before. Kissed a few too, after I found out they didn't have cooties."They both laughed."How about you, have you touched many boys before ?"

"No,"she admitted."Not really. I've been kissed once or twice, but that's about as far as I've gotten."

"Seriously Kari ? As beautiful as you are, you've only been kissed twice ?"

"I know. It's sad. But it's true."She went on to excuse,"I was a geeky kid growing up. Not sure-footed or pretty or funny. I lived in the hill and didn't maintenance. I always loved digging around for Civil War artefact and didn't young woman having male child chase me around. It wasn't until I was in high schoolhouse that I started to blossom. I only did the fille Hancock County pageantry to make my mamma well-chosen. When I won, that took me to Raleigh for the young woman North Carolinas Pageant. When I won that, I ended up in Atlantic Ocean City for the Miss America Pageant. I got first second best and enough learning money to get me into Duke, which brought me here tonight."

"Wow ! That's quite a news report. It's almost like you were destined to be here tonight with a Nebraska farm boy who loves digging in the dirt just to find out what's down there."

"What about you ? How did you end up on a cliff overlooking the Pacific with a girl from Union Carolina ? Did you plan this somehow, to get to this dig and to find the last Shaman ?"

"Like I said, I have always liked to dig in the dirt. There were flock of artifact around Dred Scott four flush and Eli Whitney to chance upon. I remember hanging out with my great gramps when I was young. He and I would walk up into the hills and dig for arrowheads and sharks teeth and sea fossils, but he died before I turned ten. My grandfather still tells me stories about him. Maybe that's why I applied to fall in this dig. I had no mind that we would be going to the same piazza my great-grandfather had been ; only that it was in the same part. That part was either designate or pure dumb luck."

The both laughed at the odd co-occurrence that had to have occurred to get them on this overlook in costa Rica. The longer they sat together, the More at ease Saint Paul became. He finally felt the courage to ask the question that he wanted to ask since he met her.

"Would you mind if I raised your osculation count to three ?"Her smile told him she didn't object so he leaned in until their lips met. Both jerked back as if struck.

"What was that ?"he asked, reliving the suddenness of the shock. While their lips touched, his judgment was flooded with a massive amount of entropy about long suddenly languages and the people who spoke them.

"I don't know. But I liked it. Let's try it again and see if it happens again,"she replied.

Though Kari didn't see the Saami kaleidoscope of images, she had experienced instead a philharmonic of delight that washed over and through her. She could find passion and desire when their lips connected and even now she could feel the residuum effects as replication. She felt a thick longing to repeat the sensation.

He leaned in again and she turned her expression to meet him. Their backtalk touched again. This time St. Paul maintained control and kept his lips pressed against Kari's. All the experiences of the every Brunka shaman filled his memories. It felt like watching a century flick at the Lapp prison term and remembering them all. The combined life knowledge of each priest-doctor poured from the Union of their lips and into his individual. Paul now understood his connexion to this place, this satellite, this solar scheme, this population in means that was hard to account. It was beyond religious awakening. It was a knowing of the macrocosm. It was a glance into the nous of God.

As Paul was filled with experiences and knowledge, Kari was filled with pleasance, both religious and forcible. Every erogenous zone on her body was charged to the point of overload. She had her own waking up. Saint Paul connected to everything that had been ; she connected to everything in the living universe, to all life here on this sheet and all others. She could sense the life of the integral cosmos, all the sensualism and joy from being. She writhed with pleasure from just his candy kiss. Every mother wit was awake and electrify.
Kari McCoy knew Paul St. David was the man she had saved herself for. Kari knew that certainty. There could be no other man who would make believe her spirit so often life from a simple kiss. She was past the stop of turning back. She had fallen into the land of surrender.

"Paul,"she said finally breaking the liaison."St. Paul, I can't believe I am saying this, but I want you to know I have waited all my life to be kissed like that by a man. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I would get hold a man that would kiss me like you just did and he would be the man for me. I have been waiting for you, Paul Saint David. If you want me, I will be yours now and always. Please Paul. Please say you want me. Say it."She kissed his custody to seal off her vow.

She had no estimation she was going to say those things or why she said those thing. She only knew that she was finally a unit woman, having declared her idolatry to Paul David. She would be his for the residue of this life and the next.

In reply Paul guided her to her back and leaned over her to snog her. For the number 1 clock time, a hand former than her own enclosed her breast. She felt her hip get wetter and hotter as a result. His fingertips circled her engorged ring of color through her shirt. A ripple of orgasm began at her ft and vibrated up her body until her hair tingled. His sassing left hers and found their way to her neck. He licked and nibbled and the ripple became a flowing. Paul instinctively knew how to take her delight. While she caught her breathing place, he leaned away. He gave her a long look.

God she is beautiful, he thought to himself. She is so blame sexy and smart and consummate. His hand slid to the substance of her chest and deftly unmake each clitoris. When he got to her waist, he slid her belt out of its loop topology and worked it unblock. He unsnapped her shortstop and eased her zip down. Kari looked up at him with nothing but lust and trust in her centre. He parted her trunks and slipped his hand down between her legs. She wasn't wearing panties either.
His fingers felt the ringlet of her pubic tomentum. It's too hot and humid in the jungle to trim your kitty-cat ; it makes it a hot sticky and stinky mess. She thrust her groin against his hand, eager to feel his finger part her lips and cutting inside her willing pussy. He instead guided her shorts off her rosehip and over her shoes, leaving her exposed to the world above him. He grazed the inside of her spread thighs with lighting strokes of his fingertips. She responded by raising her genu up and opening her flower to him. The smell of her foreplay intoxicated him. He kissed her belly between her navel and pubis. He kissed down her triangle and just as he was about to finally snog her clitoris, he moved his lips the side and kissed the fold of her groin. She bucked and moaned. He played his candy kiss down her inner second joint, alternating tiny osculation with gentle clout.

Kari's mind screamed with joy and frustration. She wanted him to open her release and at the same time she was desperate for the delicious anguish to continue. Paul's brim moved back up her thigh. He rolled over and between her leg, not breaking link, but allowing him to focus on her snatch before his oral cavity. He stuck out his tongue and tasted her juice for the first time. His hard shaft felt like it grew an inch with a jerk. He reached down his belly and adjusted his shaft until it stuck straight up behind his fly. He licked her again, this time going deeper, getting a full clapper of her Delicious flow. His cock jerked again and now the brain was straining to peek out of the top of his waistband. It was painful but he didn't intellect.

He buried his face in her sex and drank deeply from her prime. Her orgasm overcame her, rocking her very essence. She writhed and moaned and spoke in a long numb spoken language of earth and creation. She shuddered and bucked ; his tongue was relentless, her pleasure was limitless. His cock now stuck out two full inches from his waistband. He could take no Thomas More of the pleasure and painfulness. He got to his genu and fought to release his button and zip fastener. He pulled down his shorts and with great effort, got his cock out of his briefs.

"I'm sorry,"he mumbled."It's getting so hard it hurts ! I've never been this heavily before. Or this big."

He took a long look at his satiate extremity. It had to be ten column inch long and thicker than he'd ever remembered.

"You inspire me to new heights and widths, Kari McCoy,"he laughed sheepishly and with a trivial superbia.

She said nothing. Her eyes seemed to glow yellow and feral. She rolled to her knees and studied his pecker. She had never seen a man nude person before. She had never seen a man aroused before. Instead of being shocked or horrified, she felt a burning need to own this putz inside her. She wanted to become one with it. Acting solely on inherent aptitude, she opened her mouth wide and buried her face in his bulwark, swallowing his shaft whole. When the thick toll end touched her tongue, she started to spout. When it slid down her throat, she started to groan. She had never touched a stopcock in her lifetime and now she was milking his goliath member with her throat. She didn't motility. She flexed the muscle in her throat and waited for Saul of Tarsus to act. He did. He overcame the stupor and pleasure of his first sexual middleman and began to slowly withdraw his cock, fearing he was hurting her. She responded by lunging forward to take him down her throat again. They did this for a time, him pulling and her chasing, until St. Paul finally had to transfix the slope of her head to ensure the ferocity of her blast. He could feel his climax building.

"You'd better be careful, I am about to lose control,"he warned her.

"commodity,"she mumbled around is cock."Do it."He did.

His newly enlarged stopcock spewed and equally big load of cum. Rope after rophy flowed down her throat and into her belly. She didn't miss a cliff. Each heartbeat brought her pleasure. It fulfilled her purpose. When he finally stopped throbbing, she pulled her mouth from his member. She fell back to the sleeping bag, legs spread lewdly.

"Come Paul. cum to me."

She reached out to him. He stood up and kicked of his shoes and pants. He nearly tore his shirt pulling it off over his mind. His giant cock stood out from his body, bobbing majestically. She spread her wooden leg and pulled her knees to her chest. Apostle of the Gentiles removed her shoes so they could both be naked under the Costa Rican night sky. He knelt by her upraised sex and pressed the purpurate read/write head of his hammer between her crease.

"Oh God, Saint Paul. That's it. Push it in. Push it all in. I want to feel you filling me up."

Apostle of the Gentiles shifted his weight unit so his cock parted her sassing and found its way into her channel. He continued to fill her with one long, slow stroke. His cockhead met the barrier of her maidhood and he felt it grant way, like iron gates parting. He continued his relentless insertion. Kari held her breathing place, basking in the delight of losing her virginity without the soreness of being fucked poorly. When he reached the bottom of her sex, he held it there. Her cunt was grasping his cock, milking it like her throat did, only with More intensity and great saturation. Paul grasped Kari under the weapons system and pulled her to his chest while in the kneeling post. She locked her ankles together behind his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling so tight her breasts were mashed against his chest.

Saint Paul thrust upward, pushing her skyward on his cock. When he relaxed, the grip of her legs and blazon allowed him to partially withdraw. Then she relaxed her grip and his ray of light pushed up her channel again. Over and over they thrust, each feeling the intensify pleasure of the former edifice. Finally Kari could take no more and came in a flood of cum juices, bathing Paul's tool and balls in dessert sticky moisture. Saul of Tarsus responded by jetting hot cum into her pulsate vagina. She nearly passed out from the pleasure. For him, the orgasm only awakened a great need.

After she caught her breathing spell and her heartbeat slowed, Apostle of the Gentiles laid her on her back and then rolled her on her side, pushing her top leg up to her chest and exposing her scratch to him. A river of his cum flowed from her pulsing pussy. Saul of Tarsus took a finger's breadth load of their combined ejaculate and rubbed it on her virgin ass. He worked his fingerbreadth in until he met resistance and then withdrew it and scooped up more cum. He kept applying it to her chthonian fix until she was well lubricated and he was able-bodied to work two fingers partway in. He pulled his fingers from her ass and pressed his cockhead against her finale virginity. Kari responded by grabbing her ass cheek and opening her hole spacious for him.
The chief of his cock popped in, and she gasped at the pain, letting out an involuntary grunt. The awareness that he had caused her painfulness turned him on to an even not bad extent. He grabbed her hip and held her in stead, slowly impaling her ass with his straining stopcock. Kari let out a wail of pain. This was exquisite music to his ears, making him frantically horny. He thrust harder and the pain caused her to sob and cry.

If only her pain sensation caused her the like amount of joy it does me, it would relieve oneself it so much better, Paul mentation. As if she could take heed him, Kari's pain turned to pleasure with every thrust.

"Oh God Paul ! That hurts SOOO good !"she panted through the asshole."I can't think how often it hurts and how fantastic it feels at the same time."

He was pounding her ass now, pulling her book binding to him until his total ten inches was deep in her gut. Her breasts swayed lewdly and she had a handful of sleeping bag as she moaned and cried. Paul looked down and could make up out his hammer in her ass, even in the darkness.

I'd love to be able-bodied to see her ass better, he wished. He shut his heart and rolled his head back, reveling in the sensation of his cock slipping in and out of her ass and the tightness of her anal mob gripping her dick. When he opened his eyes again, they had adjusted to the low light of the nightfall. Everything was sharply defined. He could even see into the jungle, under the canopy. He focused his gaze on his organ violating his 1st sexual partner's ass. He could see everything. The lewd way her ass stretched to accommodate his congested member turned him on to no end. He wished he was even swelled and he could experience her ass tighten and stretch to accommodate his now elephantine cinch. The hurting was her pleasure and Kari screamed her orgasm.

"Oh God ! Oh God ! Oh God ! Oh my fucking GOD ! My ass feels so sleep together good. Oh God Paul, cum in my ass. come in my hot burning ass ! filling me up with your sticky cum !"

St. Paul released violent stream after torrent of cum, filling her over mental ability. The excess eased around the cinch of the invader and pussyfoot down her bitch folding. The tot up lubricant gave Paul the motivator the thrust deeper and harder. His hammer was in no risk of subsiding. Kari's coming were exhausting her. She was on the doorsill of passing out. She writhed and moaned incoherently, completely spent. Only Paul's mitt on her hip, locking their coupling kept her on her genu. Paul withdrew his cock and examined the harm that ravaging Kari's ass had wrought. It now appeared to be eleven inches long and three column inch in diameter. It's too big, thought Apostle Paul and he could see it shrinking as he watched. It's too minuscule, he thought. He could see it growing. At nine inches he thought, full point, that's perfect. His cock throbbed and pulsed like it was a sort out support thing.

Apostle Paul stood and looked around. With his enhance eyesight, the starlight turned the jungle into a vista that reminded him of those wintertime days when the blizzards blew all day and left the sun well behind. He could see perfectly well in what appeared to be only glumness to his oculus. Paul knew something in him had changed but he had no thought why or how. When he asked himself the question, the answer appeared in his mind's eye : it was the stones on the remains of the last shaman. The shaman with the jaguar tattoo had somehow left his power invested in the rock he wore. That power had flowed from those Lucy Stone into Paul. His day long proximity to them had given him a gustatory modality of the possibility. He wondered about what powers they had given their previous owners and he was rewarded with a primer coat trend on the stones and what they would help their rightful owner achieve. They would not help anyone but the chosen priest-doctor. Alice Paul had been selected to receive their power by virtue of being the lastly bread and butter soul to discover them. The natural endowment that Kari received came through Paul, not through the stones. The stones were not indiscriminate in granting big businessman. They had lain dormant for five centuries waiting for the right on mortal to discover them. Since Paul hadn't realized he had the ability, he didn't know how could insure how they were perceived by others. He had given great power unknowingly to Kari, and she would own those business leader and others based on her family relationship with Paul. Should their kinship fail, St. Paul knew her office would slowly go bad also. While they were together, Kari would be able to unite the animation force-out of the entire universe. If she tried she would be able to achieve across space to join with any living thing in the cosmos. This included the beingness that were the source for all life story on earthly concern and the Jehovah of the stones.

Paul knew all this as certainly as if he had read it in a book. The more he contemplated matter he did not live, the to a greater extent the result came to him. Saint Paul heard the big cat long before he could see him. He could feel the menace of the jaguar coming. Saint Paul felt no fear. He stood, nude and glistening in the starlight, staring into the jungle where the jaguar would appear. He approached the cat, whose disastrous fur made him nearly impossible to see for a human, but with Paul's new ability, he could see the cat as clearly as a black animal on a snow Patrick Victor Martindale White background.

"Hello Father-God,"he said with a croaky growl."I am Paul David."The yellow-bellied eyes of the watcher said nothing."Are you here to teach me or to obliterate ?"The eyes blinked, on the fence."How foresightful have you been watching ?"Paul asked.

"septenary century of your yr,"replied the cat."give or take."

The cat approached, sniffing at Paul's nearly hairless descriptor.

"You look so dissimilar from the cobbler's last shaman. He was smaller, harder, darker. You do not go in the jungle. You are a baby of the prairie. How did you go shaman ?"

"It was the rock. I uncovered them. They chose me."The cat contemplated the answer before speaking.

"You'll do."The cat turned to take the air into the jungle.

"Wait,"growled St. Paul."What do I do now ?"

"Do ?"blinked the cat."You will do as all the shaman have done. You will use your business leader for great good or bang-up death. You will help oneself and protect your hoi polloi or you will demolish and step them. You are the priest-doctor, you must decide."

"How will I know if I am doing undecomposed or evil ?"asked Saul, worried that this kind of power would change him.

"Paul David, you were born to become Jaguar shaman, just as I was born to be Watcher. You will meet your circumstances and just as I have fulfilled mine."The cat again turned his vertebral column to continue into the darkness.

"Wait, don't go. Can't you stay with me ? What if I have to a greater extent questions ?"

"Would you like me to stay ?"answered the black cat.

"Yes I would, very much."

"Then stay I shall !"

The with child cat leapt at Saul, pushing him to the ground. Paul felt the massive claws tearing his pelt and the razor sharp dentition entering his chest. He tried to push the big cat away, but he couldn't. Not because the cat was too strong, but because the jaguar had disappeared. Paul the Apostle leapt to his feet and looked around for another attack, but the cat was nowhere to be seen. When his breath returned to convention, Paul returned to Kari, still recovering on the sleeping bag. She looked at him with sexual love and lust in her eyes.

"Where did you go ?"she asked lustfully."Oh my God, Paul ! Where did that come from ?"

She sat up and fumbled for a flashlight. She turned it on and focused it on his au naturel mannikin. He was covered from cervix to mid-thigh with a black tattoo. It was a jaguar with yellow eyes.

"I picked it up over there,"Paul indicated the jungle.

"I like it. But I like this advantageously,"she knelt before him and kissed his dormant manhood. It began to wax to her attention.

Kari tucked her inadequate blonde hair behind her spike and pressed her mouth on his cock until the shaft filled her throat. She swallowed, milking his cock. She slowly slid his tool in and out until he was nearly mad with lust. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and guided her to her back. He positioned himself between her bequeath wooden leg and slid his manhood deep into her hot willing pussy. She moaned. He moaned. The jaguar growled. For the next time of day they made boring passionate love. Kari came multiple clock time. Paul finally released his seed when the exquisite torture proved to be too lots. He collapsed on his new mate, their sweat slick body rubbing sensuously in the afterglow.

"We should get back, before the others come back and decide to come looking for us,"Paul stated.

Kari nodded. They got dressed and packed their small camp and headed inland toward the dig site. They didn't need flashlight ; Alice Paul's vision was perfectly capable of keeping them safe.

The pair of archeology students arrived back to a camp filled with laughter and music. The team was all back from town and had brought the festivity with them. Alice Paul and Kari joined the group around the common campfire that was lit nearly every night. There were bottles of Guaro cacique being passed from hand to hand, fueling the revelry. Some of the digger added the Guaro to their cups of punch or Coca Cola to lessen the impact the ethyl alcohol had on their livers. Others took pulls from the bottle before passing it along.

One of the California Berkley pupil produced his guitar and was doing a passably all right job of a litany of bird of Jove and Beach boy tunes. There were two distich dancing and the rest were laughing and carrying on. Paul and Kari joined them and it was a few minutes before their presence was noticed.

"Kari, let's saltation !"urged a stocky young man from stops by the figure of mike Tobbe. He had been one of Kari's unsuccessful suitors.

She looked at Paul and he just smiled and nodded. Kari thought he would object, so his permit was a bit unexpected. mike grabbed Kari by the waistline and pulled her close, intent on rubbing against her. She got her hands between them, but kept smiling as she fought to hold on her distance. She glanced at Paul, hoping he would interfere. Instead Apostle of the Gentiles was amused by the ineffectual flailing of Mike Tobbe. St. Paul's eye sparkled with his enjoyment. Kari is secure enough to handle Mike Tobbe, he thought. Suddenly the gap between the two dancers was wide enough that Kari could loosen a bit and begin to move to the music. Mike attempted to catch her again but Kari was able to easily push his hired hand away and grin warmly.

"You're a very good dancer,"she complimented her drunken companion."You should trip the light fantastic toe with Leyla."

Leyla Martinez was a very nice girl, but she was both socially cumbersome and remarkably untempting. She was also Mike's fellow student from University of Windy City and his digging pardner. They could go daytime without speaking to one another. Mike had never considered her his equal or worthy of his respect or tending. The eternal rest of the company knew that she was a much nicer person and a far better scientist than microphone Tobbe, but nobody wanted to partner with mike Tobbe so they said nothing. mike turned his attention to his cooperator. He left Kari to incur Leyla, but Kari's hand on his arm arrested his departure. He waited but didn't turn.

"Ask her nicely Mike,"instructed Kari."Be sweet to her. She's really a lovely girl. Be desirable of her philia and she will blossom out into such a smasher you will consider your favourable stars she is yours."

Mike nodded dumbly and continued on his way. Leyla was sitting with a pair of the former female scholarly person when microphone approached.

"Leyla,"microphone asked quietly."Would you like to dance with me ? Please ?"

Had she not been sitting down when microphone asked her to trip the light fantastic toe she might possess fallen down. The timbre in his phonation drew her to his feet.

"Of course I will Mike. I'd be glad to dance with you."

She followed him to the grunge patch they used as a dance floor and the two drew close, she was molded against his trunk as they swayed to the music.

"Nicely done,"compliment Paul when Kari joined him.

"You were going to let him maul me, weren't you ?"she replied.

"Of course not. You were to a greater extent than a match for him. He never got close. No impairment will amount to you Kari. Not ever."

He didn't promise or lie. Alice Paul stated it as a affair of sure fact. Kari knew instinctively that it was on-key. Whatever had happened to them in that pit, they were changed forever.

As the party carried on, Paul and Kari slipped away. They weren't drinking and the medicine of the guitar couldn't hold a standard candle to the medicine of the universe. While in the darkness, they shared a farseeing kiss and each went to their own sleeping quarters to get a unspoiled night's sleep .