The sunrise crept up over the jungle. The village was asleep except for a pair of coupling itzcuintli, the domesticise click kept by the people of exchange America for centuries. A unknown smell wafted from the nearby jungle, inciting the dogs bark a warning. While this was a peaceful Brunka Village one hundred l men, womanhood and children, generations removed from the lowest onslaught by raiders, the men were accustomed to the dangers that living on the boundary of tropical jungle presented. Panthera onca were the turgid predatory animal brave enough to speculation into the village in search of a desperate meal. The village men rose quickly, grabbing gig and bow, prepared to drive the invading cat. As they gathered on the edge of the hamlet facing the danger in the hobo camp, what appeared was no majestic cat. It was an army of men made of shining metal with fairly cutis and dark hair covering their faces. They made randomness when they moved and many were mounted on the cover of nifty metallic element beasts. The trespasser on foot had unknown metal heads with a improbable central fin that reached from brown to nape. The villagers froze in reverence and awe. Were these the warriors of Tlatchque, come to reinforce or penalize them ?

The chieftain of the village, flanked by two elders and the shaman appeared from behind the line of fifty armed hunters. The headman was adorned by his traditional garb, leather and feathering and bone. The holy man was covered in tattoos ; the most spectacular was a black panther that wrapped his dead body climbed over his berm and growled from his chest. They approached the railway line of Spaniards cautiously, but without guile or intent. To them, the intruders were beast of wonder, not men like themselves. The first jibe rang out, sound of thunder echoing in the jungle. The captain fell. The shaman raised his weapon system in subservience and the invaders closest to him took note he carried no weapon, but his wrist and ankles were adorned with stone bracelet and around his neck he wore a gem sphere. For the briefest moment these appeared to shine before the acrid feel of gunpowder signaled the burst that cut him down as well.

It was a massacre after the initial salvo. The blade men killed all in their path save a small chemical group that disappeared in the improbable grasses that stood between the Greenwich Village and the sea. Then they scavenged what puny riches the hamlet contained and rally north, looking for another village to plunder. The tribal chief and Panthera onca priest-doctor were left were they fell. Neither man had any adornments of gold, silver gray, copper or tin. Their stone necklaces were aim of scorn to the invader, not worthy of even being cut from the cervix of the fallen. One of the halberdiers, who had thought he had seen the shaman's stone glow, thought maybe they had caught the mull light of the morning. He took the time to examine them closely and also left them be as uninteresting and not worth their free weight in the bother it would be to carry them away.

The next morning time thirty women and children appeared from the grass. They gathered the clay and arranged them in a ceremonial plenty. The priest-doctor was laid to rest at one end, the chieftain at the other. The survivors buried their friends and family members in a dim-witted earthen mound. When they finished their job, they laid two 12 stone spheres on the mound and slipped into the jungle. Where they went and what came of them has been lost to prison term. But the mound they left would become a place other men sought five hundred long time after, so at least one of the survivor would evidence the tale.

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It was a hot, dry Friday afternoon. To the 12 graduate and undergraduate bookman and two professors, it was a welcome change. They were dispersed around the two Akka 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 refinement of the canopies, the heating plant was stifling and the undergraduates had it the worst. Being unused to the relentless heat, they were sweating profusely. The alum students and the prof had been to costa Rica before and were somewhat habituate the tropics. They only sweat heavily.
When the group had arrived at Farm Three, the eight month wet time of year was winding down. Still, it four workweek of hot and humid mean solar day, punctuated by patronize warm downpours that did little to bring ease from the relentless costa Rican pin heating plant which is identical from the relentless Costa Rican spring heating system and only slightly more endurable than the even Thomas More relentless Costa Rican summer steam furnace. The casual rains were followed by hours of agonizingly humid air that left the skin prickled from the heat. The only let up came when the sun went down and the temperature reduction offshore breezes bathed the seacoast and turned the Western rib Rica from purgatory to paradise.

But this Friday good afternoon marked the end of the first week of the dry season. There was a noticeable betterment in the purport around the ingroup. The primer coat was dry, the chaffing of personal areas had lessened, and the weather was slightly cooler. In the preceding seven weeks, beginning the inaugural of Oct, the cadre of the States students from five unlike universities had been digging at the Punta Llorona site Dixieland of the Diquis Delta. They would be on situation another five hebdomad, until just after the New year.

The scholar called this location"Farm Three ”. They called it Farm triad because it was half the size of it and one-half as well-known as Farm Six, and it was on part of an old jungle plantation that had played out early in the 1800's but the law of similarity ended there. So far it's only significance consisted of one ceremonial burial mound and even that was of no remarkable size. For the past tense ten years, under the authorisation of the subject Museum of Costa Rica, American educatee and their prof have been trekking to the Pacific Coast of southerly Costa Rica to dig in the mud and revelry when it turned to dust. For the next three months the dig would be trade good. They searched for the famous Diquis stone, nearly perfectly round Lucy Stone from cm to meters in diameter, weighing anywhere from ounces to fifteen tons. This site had produced at several Lucy Stone per digging season, but so far this season they had discovered nothing.

The origins of the stone were as shrouded in history as was their Creator. The Diquis citizenry disappeared entirely shortly after the arriver of the Spaniards. Perhaps they fled but more in all probability they died from diseases carried by the Spanish or perished at the hands of the invaders. A few Diquis may sustain survived as slaves to other villages, while a few may have been taken back to Spain and into thralldom there. piddling oral examination history existed from the realm and less remained in written chassis. The priests that traveled with the Spaniards were grim in removing aborigine 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 Chicago doing research in the subject Library of Mexico City found a Mesoamerican codex of even more obscure blood line. It was singularly remarkable in that had been translated to Latin by the invading Spanish who had various priest in their act. This obscure text file had never been translated again, but this finicky professor was searching for something groundbreaking to put out and forget his mark behind. He thought the displacement would be his ticket to having his gens known in every home in USA, like brainiac, Curie, Planck and Pavlov.

The leaf-book had described a people of somewhat mystical origin who had inhabited the part that would become southerly Costa Rica. They regulated their lives entirely by their own calendar, which celebrated monthly feasts to honor Tlatchque, the God of Thunder. In court to Tlatchque, they crafted stone empyrean and aligned them in a pattern only they understood the signification of. The prof from Chicago was failed to unearth any great archaeological find and after twenty fruitless years, he and his quest faded into obscurity and his figure faded with him. He retired to a cattle ranch straddling the whiteness River in northwestern Nebraska. He had a exclusive small round artifact to prompt him of his bootless career. He led local excavations when they turned up dinosaur bones or indigen America sites, but mostly he raised Bos taurus and cavalry and thought about the jungle in exchange America.

In 1985, an inquisitive University of Michigan undergraduate, Wayne Eschelmann, had come across the archival remnants of that same obscure professor buried deep in the subroutine library archive. There was something about the story and the two decades of futile searching that piqued his curiosity. By the metre Eschelmann had discovered the dusty archives, the first of the great Diquis firmament had already been discovered, but no one had ever dug at site first opened by the obscure professor. It was heavy to reach, it was deep within Corcovado National park, and there were no roadstead. It was approached by sea the foremost twenty fruitless twelvemonth of early digging. Eschelmann and Lowe also came by sea their initiatory year, but their find of the 1st sphere of influence of any size of it had prompted the Museum Nacional to fund a crude road that stretched east and W from Highway 245 to the dig website. It was xv naut mi as the Corvus flies, but closer to thirty knot as the van traveling.

The original Diquis Spheres ignited a neat hatful of curiosity in the archaeological world. It was an easily matter for Eschelmann in his doctoral educatee geezerhood, to hold initial funding for a six calendar month dig at his proposed site. In the summer of 1990 the kickoff chemical group of six undergrads and two grad educatee, Eschelmann and Curtis Lowe, began their dig in sess covered clearing that was part of the defunct banana tree grove on the southern peninsula. They discovered their number 1 two sphere of influence by happenstance. They weren't unearthed in the initial excavation ; they were noticed on top two alabaster plinths that marked the entrance to the other Plantation peachy house. While the theatre had long been reclaimed by the wild wood, the two plinths remained spheres intact. Each was nearly meter in diam and weighed close to a thousand pounds, much too cloggy to load up on the sashay boats. With the permission of the national Museum, they were removed, photographed, weighed, measured, x-rayed and tested for radioactivity. When the new road was completed, they were taken out on the like backbreaking equipment trucks that had built the road and delivered to the Museum Nacional where they were put on permanent display by the national museum. Eschelmann and Lowe co-wrote a theme on the spheres and subsequent funding was even easygoing to get. Before the end of the following pedantic yr, each had defended his dissertation and both were young professor. The University of Chicago extended and offer to each to link the faculty which they accepted. Now, 25 years later, Eschelmann and Lowe seldom left the conditioned air comfort of their office staff in boodle, and left the digging to rely graduate bookman and adjuncts that fought to get on their geographic expedition team.

One of the undergrad for this season was a typical appearing archeology nerd named Paul David from the University of Nebraska. He was paired with Kari Hatfield, a commit doctoral student from Duke who was anything but a typical looking archeology dweeb. It took weeks for Paul become accustomed to working with the gorgeous Kari long enough to intercept being tongue-tie and look Kari in the middle when she spoke to him. Kari knew Paul had a crush on her, but she didn't minx or flirt with him. She let him turn through his feelings as best he could until he could arrive to grips with the fact he was working with a former fille United States contestant from North Carolina and focus on his dig. Now that Saul of Tarsus was nearly resistant to the physical attractiveness of his partner/mentor, they were getting along like old co-worker and good champion. Kari was impressed by St. Paul's workplace ethic. He dug without charge or any chauvinism toward Kari. He asked the right enquiry and listened to the answers. Occasionally he followed up with another doubtfulness that would strike Kari. He was listening to her and taking her seriously. She thought of him more like a kid pal than peer or student. Kari grew attached to this bright and shy farm boy. They ate nearly all of their meals together and frequently sat on together after hours to savour the hush of the tropical Nox and treat each early with narration of their phratry and hometowns. Each of the other male students had taken a shot at attracting the Kari's attention, but she was as driven to be a successful archaeologist as she had been to be a pageant protester. She was used to the attention and paid it no mind. She was gentle and sort in her snub and they all went away pensive, not resentful or with hurt superbia. She wasn't interest in romance but she was interested in friendly relationship and learning.

"Hey, look at this !"Paul exclaimed, uncovering what he thought was the top of a small empyrean about seven inches in diameter. Kari knelt in the scandal beside him and the two put their header together over the depression Paul was excavating."I think we may have found one."

The span was working on the N end of the burial mound pit. They had spent five weeks slowly removing layers of dirt hoping to find that the mound 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."Good job Paul Jacques Louis David ! You may take a decent scientist yet."

She got to her feet and climbed from the covered pit and crossed the site to the cataloging tent. She came back with a digital camera and steel beat tape that would be used to nail exactly where the newest sector was uncovered. A few of the former teams heard the rumpus and climbed from their own archeological site colliery to look down on the new discovery. After a time they went back to digging. The other squad had found sphere before and weren't impressed any longer. This sphere didn't appear to be of any significance.

Saul of Tarsus and Kari took turns slowly shaving away the dirt around the celestial sphere until the top third was exposed."There's something else here,"whispered Kari as she attempted expose more of the sphere and found part of it missing."Get the sat phone and the laptop."Paul felt his pulse quicken by the tone and urgency in his partner's voice. He scrambled out of the pit and dashed to the cataloging tent, 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 thousand mil away, a dissimilar laptop chirped and twittered to get the aid of anyone nearby.

"Good afternoon Kari, it's always a pleasure to receive a outcry from you. You must consume something special to ring during dig time of day,"smiled Anthony Wayne Eschelmann. Kari McCoy's report for being all line was well-earned.

"I think we have something to show you,"she smiled in acknowledgment.

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

"Is that what I think it is ?"John Wayne whispered hoarsely. Kari didn't answer, she turned the television camera to her face and nodded, big smiling splitting her facial expression."I'll be there by Dominicus eventide. I'll bring dusty beer and other goody. Tell no one. I want this to be a surprise. Does anyone else know ?"

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

"Saint Paul Saint David, isn't it ? From Whitney, Nebraska, correct ?"asked the face on the estimator.

Eschelmann knew the name and bios of every person on his site. Eschelmann and Lowe argued and fought constantly over who would be on the handpicked squad were tolerate admittance. They had agreed early on that both had to back a candidate before he or she was invited to join. Paul David received an immediate endorsement from both men when they read his name and hometown. It was made easier because of Saul of Tarsus's family history and made easier because had all the correct characteristic for being an first-class archeologist including the ability to maintain his muteness.

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

"Excellent study. Excellent. This may be a breakthrough of startling implication. I must ask you to proceed it to yourself for the time being. I am flying down there on Dominicus to canvas it myself. Can I look on you both to save it quiet until then ? William Tell no one. Not even the other members of the dig. I don't want to get anyone else's hopes up if this isn't the Jaguar."

"Of line sir. We can keep a secret."Saint Paul asked no head. He wasn't sure what questions he should ask, so he kept his oral cavity closed.

"Don't worry son. If this is what I think it is, you will get entire recognition for its initial uncovering. You will have your pick of graduate schools, I suspect. Quite a coup for a Cardinal turned Husker."

They closed the laptop and disconnected the mobile phone and Saul of Tarsus returned the equipment to the independent tent. When he returned, Kari was bent over the stone bracelet and the arm that it adorned was being freed from the earth bit by bit. Paul looked at her from stern and a flood of lusty memories came back to him. She was an incredibly attractive woman, no dubiousness about it. She was made all the more beautiful by her natural comfort and confident nature. Now her khaki short clad ass was pointed at him and Saint Paul felt a rush of blood in his face and groyne as he reacted to her form in the genetically preprogrammed manner. He shook his brain to clear those intimate thought process and deform down next to her.

"Paul, what we may take in here is The Felis onca. The last Brunka Shaman."

"Brunka ? You mean Boruca, right ?"He was associate with the bang chronicle of this region, recorded after the reaching of the Spanish people. The Boruca people had inhabited this realm from the sentence of the Conquistadors until today.

"No, the Brunka. There is grounds that the Boruca immigrated here after the Spanish wiped the Brunka from existence. There is also an obscure legend that the Brunka had a phantasmal loss leader, a priest-doctor with mysterious ability, who was slain in denial of the village against the Conquistadors. The caption also describes the garb of the Jaguar Shaman including four stone bracelets worn at the wrist and ankle joint and a gem sphere necklace. They were described as combining to have other-worldly powers. They had the ability to change men and aim, influence winds and tides, even alter the weather. Eschelmann and Lowe have theorized that they hold the closed book to whom or what created the Diquis area, or at least a key to finding out more than we know now."

"Why haven't I you said about the Felis onca shaman before ?"

"It's just a crazy hypothesis that Professor Eschelmann dug up in the University of stops archives. It was first proposed in the twenties. dorsum then, the professor who found the master Latin interlingual rendition of a Mesoamerican codex explored 20 five yr on this very site. I can't remember his name. He didn't know how close he had come to finding the prize he sought. doctor Esch and Lowe used that too soon work pinpoint a location to start their own dig. This land site is so far from all the other diggings, there has to be a reason. And here we are, ninety years later, maybe finding the pot of gold they were looking for."She grinned excitedly.

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

"What ? Are you serious ? You are related to the originator of this website ?"
Apostle Paul nodded.

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

"Do ? We dig. We excavate. We expose. We document. We WORK, Saint Paul Jacques Louis David. We work. Let's see if this is the Felis onca and if the Oliver Stone are all here. Get your knife and let's get busy."

The two of them spent the respite of the afternoon using artist pallet tongue to scrape blade after blade of dirt from the skeleton in the cupboard ; the victim of barbaric violence from five one C premature. By the time the dinner party bell rang, the sun was approaching the ocean in the west. The relaxation of the diggers had given up their efforts for the day when Kari and Paul emerged from their hole. They had covered the frame with a sheet of dirty canvas and with a look they each knew the former would keep their quiet. That evening, no one noticed anything unusual with Kari and Saul of Tarsus's behavior.

Sabbatum on the location are usually laundry and town day. Everyone would heap into the three camp vehicle to cross the Oso Peninsula for work-free day of entertainment and a repast and partake in the determine shopping the small towns offered. nigh went just to get away from the dig site and to gazump up some of the topical anaesthetic spirits. Apostle Paul and Kari stayed behind, unnoticed by the others who would own assumed they caught a ride in one of the former van for the bumpy ride into town.

The brace of excavator descended into their pit with more excitement than ever. They were more excited than their first solar day on the location when dig fever ran rampant. The sun rose high into the sky before they took their maiden water break. When they finished, Kari removed the longsighted sleeved piece of work shirt she customarily wore and went back to work wearing just a E. B. White storage tank top, already soaked with elbow grease, and her black variation bra. Her brusk blonde tomentum was tucked behind her ears and held in plaza by a flowered bandanna folded into a headband and tied in place. Paul followed her lead and removed his work shirt. Underneath he wore a black t-shirt with the football game symbolisation of the cornhusker from his home nation. With a glance Kari could see that there was more to Apostle Paul than she originally thought. He was no mushy digger nerd. He had the well-defined muscleman of a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man accustomed to hard piece of work. While not overly magnanimous, he was sculpted and toned. He had lettered twelve meter in high schooltime, for football, wrestling and lead. He could receive gone to the University of Nebraska on a lead scholarship, but he accepted the academic scholarship he was offered instead. Kari considered his manful calibre for the first time. She appreciated what she saw. For the first time a dart mentation passed through her head that moved Apostle of the Gentiles from the friend zone to the danger zona, if only for a 2nd.

They both went back to work and continued without a prisonbreak until hunger get the better of them and they stopped long enough to raid the ingroup refrigerator for the tortillas and the rice and squash rackets casserole left from the nighttime before. After eating they provisioned themselves with several additional bottles of water supply each, they descended back into the excavation. Resuming their work, the knelt on opposition side of the partially exposed systema skeletale, heads nearly touching, seldom saying a Son. Alice Paul noticed that they were breathing in unison but said null. As they scraped at the skeletal remains it was clear : they had discovered the remains of a man with stone bracelets and endocarp anklets and what was probably a stone chandelier necklace, though the leather bindings had deteriorated 100 before, leaving the arena perched on the kernel of his ribcage. Saint Paul lightly grazed the welkin resting on the skeletons chest. The celestial sphere felt harsh and slightly strong to the touch. It felt somewhat intimate to St. Paul. His great-grandfather had let him handle his treasured artefact various meter as a child. He told Paul story of the Jaguar priest-doctor, and how he had spent 25 age digging to incur his stiff, and finding only the one small empyrean for his worry. Apostle Paul's focus returned to the dig.

The broad hole in his forehead gave an indication as to how the shaman had met his end. virtually likely it was the rocket fired from a Spanish harquebus, a heavy harbinger firearm that made the indigen think they were the source of all thunder. The Jaguar was a short man in his lfe, no taller than five feet two inches, and light yet in his death, typical for the former systema skeletale of the region. They had unearthed his upper hemisphere from top of skull to the soles of his substructure. The skeletal frame appeared to be laying in a dirt bath. They had also unearthed the summit of two 12 smaller stone domain and two dozen clay jar that surrounded the priest-doctor's remains. Whoever had placed him here had taken special forethought to adorn him properly for the following spirit. Each of the heavens probably represented something to the shaman or to the village and each of the shock probably carried herbs or medicines the shaman would receive used in his sacrificial ceremonial. They paused frequently to examine, measure, catalog, photograph and parcel each discovery before they went back to work.

When darkness descended again, they reluctantly covered up their work and climbed from the pit. They were tired and exhilarated at the Saame time. They still had camp to themselves. The outset fomite wouldn't return until closelipped to midnight. The utmost vehicle wouldn't arrive until closer to dawn. Kari and Paul started a flame in the half-barrel that served as the coterie barbeque. There was refreshing Fish in the refrigerator and fresh yield and vegetables. They would grill the fish and make kebabs from the fruit and veg. While the blast burned down to cooking embers, the dyad decided to cleanse up before finishing dinner party.
The ingroup was equipped with two showers attached to the piss tower not far from the sleeping tents. They were made of canvas control board surrounding slat wood flooring with overhead plumbing system. The modest water towboat was filled from a modern aerogenerator up the hill from the dig. The body of water was usually tepid but fair to middling. Ordinarily the rain shower were either used by the men or by the charwoman, but tonight Kari suggested they each take a side to make unnecessary time, trusting the early to maintain their modesty. St. Paul tried not to stammer while he agreed to the arrangement. He slipped into his tent and slipped out of his dirty digging dress and slipped on a favorite brace of short and sandals for the short walk to the exhibitioner. The tent were erected above the ground on wooden platform and all of the quarters were connected by board walkways to maintain the pupil out of the mud. It was the first off line of defense against the jungle rot that would eat at the fundament of the pupil who were unaccustomed to the perpetual wet conditions of the rainy season.

Paul carried his towel over his berm and his clean shirt in his hand as well as his dob kit of toiletries. He was first to the cascade and took the one closest to the tent. Inside there was a small wooden bench and hooks in the frame of the water tower to hang his dress and towels. A pair of chains worked the valve that controlled water to the declamatory shower-head at the other end of the enclosing. Once nude, he pulled the chain and enjoyed the look of the somewhat cooler piss as it washed away the sweat and grime from his day-long efforts. He heard Kari approaching on the display panel sidewalk. Apostle Paul turned his forefront to the phone of her approach and realized that the breeze had stirred the modesty flutter open and if she turned her promontory as she passed, Kari would get a full look at him in the shower. Instead of fear, 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 make harmless conversation.

Just hearing her vox was causing a reaction to his involuntary scheme that controlled his arousal. He imagined her looking through the gap in the canvass, entering the natural enclosure with him, removing the last of her dress, loosening her headband and releasing her short blond hair. He could see her firm breasts and taut stomach as she joined him, the piddle cascading down her consistency. He closed his oculus to enjoy his fantasy and missed noticing if she had peeked or not. He could hear her in the next cascade, the table and bench creaking with her drift.

If he stood all the way to the far side of his shower, he could make out her foundation to the ankle underneath the sheet separating wall between them. He was painfully aroused when he shut off his piddle and began to dry off.

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

Apostle of the Gentiles grabbed his bottle and held it under the divide, lifting the wall slightly. When she grabbed it, her fingertips closed on his. A surge of vigor passed between them and they both dropped the feeding bottle.

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

He could see her hand reach partway into his cascade and grasp the bottle. It quickly disappeared. Alice Paul sat down and finished drying. He gave up on his erection subsiding on its own patch in such law of proximity and gathered the balance of his stuff and headed back to his tent.

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

I could fall right now, thought Kari McCoy. She had peeked as she passed and seeing her digging partner nude had begun to mould strange modification in her. In her six yr of digging on this site, she had never found another student to be attractive, let alone been involved with one. Other bookman had hot, steamy jungle matter, but not Kari McCoy. Now she felt like she was long delinquent. Her hand wandered down between her legs and lightly grazed her sex. She imagined her hand was Apostle of the Gentiles Saint David's and she was rewarded with an electric car orgasm that shivered her even in the tropical heat energy. She felt a little sheepish when the sexual climax subsided, but she considered what it meant. She felt more than a passing pursuit in her vernal digging better half. She shut off the water, toweled her organic structure dry, and got dressed. She wore a illumination long sleeved shirt, as protection against the mosquitoes. But tonight she opted not to tire out a bra. Kari hadn't realized her wardrobe conclusion until she left the shower enclosure with her bra in manus. Instead of putting it on, she felt like it was a sign of the zodiac of something that was supposed to be.

When Kari approached the cook shack, Paul noticed right away she wasn't wearing a bra. Her teat protruded against the ashen shirt so firmly that he could see their coloring against the white. His half-subsided turncock stiffened again. It's going to be a retentive heavily night, thought Saint Paul. They ate dinner under the wizard deep purple of early on nightfall. The lantern in the shack threw a orange yellow glow out the windowpane, but they were far enough away to not be bothered by its visible light.

"Have 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 mightily. I don't even hear any insects in the trees."It was odd to hear zero at all."I wonder if a storm is coming."St. David had been too busy imagining Kari nude statue and lying next to him to opine about bugs.

"I don't think so. The sunset was ruddy tonight. High atmospheric pressure for at least a week,"she offered.

She had almost missed noticing the absent bugs as well. Her thinker kept replaying the flock of Saul's stiff humanness. She stole sly looks at him and imagined him nude, his body pressed against hers. She wondered if he was still a virgin or if some favorable cowgirl in western Nebraska had made a man of him already. They picked at the remains of their dinner long enough. They both rose and entered the cook shack, busing their own dishes. Together they cleaned the cook shack, including the dishes left from the break of the day by the departed group that went to township. When they finished, Paul screwed up the courageousness 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 time Apostle of the Gentiles had ever asked Kari to do anything that remotely resembled a date. He steeled his pride to be let down.

"That's a slap-up estimate. Let me get something first. Could you take hold of us a cover and some flashlights for the stumble back ?"

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

He went to his tent and grabbed the strip summer sleeping bag he kept as a fifth wheel. He also grabbed two headlight Light Within and two hand-held lights. For undecomposed measure, he grabbed his rucksack, which he always kept filled with bottles of urine, mate, a survival knife and toilet paper. In the tropics you need to be careful what you wipe with. He met Kari back at the James Cook shack and she was carrying a small inner circle herself. She had changed out of her yearn pants into a duet of tight shortstop that made a work of art out of her ass.

They headed toward the path that led down to the ocean. Where it was wide enough, they walked side of meat by side, discussing The panther legend and what supposed mightiness those Harlan Fisk Stone might turn back. Occasionally their handwriting brushed against each other, each time felt like an electrical current passed between them. Neither mentioned it, fearing they were imagining it. They reached a rocky four flush overlooking the Pacific. The sound of remote surf rose up from below. Paul the Apostle opened his sleeping bag and spread it out. They both sat down on it.

"Do you toast Saul of Tarsus ?"asked Kari.

"wellspring, I have…."he replied. In western Nebraska, if you are big enough to take for the bottle steadfast, your parents would let you consume a beer now and again. Paul was no exclusion."But it's not like I drink all the prison term or anything."

"I've been carrying this bottle of wine down here for six years, waiting for the right time to unfold it. Tonight is the night. Care to join me ?"she asked sweetly.

"I am only nineteen…"he replied."But we are in rib Rica and I don't know if it's legal or not, and I don't precaution. So, sure enough, I'd beloved to link up you."

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

"This is really delicious,"gushed Paul, warming to the flavor of the wine.
They each laid down, resting their heads on their back pack, taking in the billions of genius. Apostle of the Gentiles's right hired hand rested near Kari's left. He half sat up to take another sip of the wine-colored and when he laid down again, his helping hand was on Kari's. There was no mistaking the current of vitality that passing between them. Kari turned her hired hand over so her finger's breadth could enlace with his.

"Do you finger that ?"she asked.

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

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

He did so gladly. It was like a lighter electrical circuit coming on. They both could feel the boot growing.

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

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

The surging power overtaking between them coursed right through her twat, causing it to rise
wetter and wetter. She was so aroused she felt on the rebuke edge of control.

"Yes, I've touched girls 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 confident or pretty or rummy. I lived in the hills and didn't care. I always loved digging around for Civil War artefact and didn't young lady having boys chase me around. It wasn't until I was in high school that I started to bloom. I only did the Miss Hancock County pageantry to make my momma happy. When I won, that took me to Raleigh for the misfire Second Earl of Guilford Carolina Pageant. When I won that, I ended up in Atlantic Ocean urban center for the Miss United States Pageant. I got first-class honours degree runner-up and enough scholarship money to get me into Duke, which brought me here tonight."

"Wow ! That's quite a storey. 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 fille from Union Carolina ? Did you plan this somehow, to get to this dig and to retrieve the last shaman ?"

"Like I said, I have always liked to dig in the dirt. There were plenitude of artefact around Scotts Bluff and Eli Whitney to discover. I remember hanging out with my expectant gramps when I was young. He and I would walk up into the hill 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 get together this dig. I had no idea that we would be going to the same place my great-grandfather had been ; only that it was in the same region. That persona was either fate or utter dull luck."

The both laughed at the odd coincidences that had to have occurred to get them on this overlook in Costa Rica. The longer they sat together, the more at relaxation Paul became. He finally felt the courage to ask the enquiry that he wanted to ask since he met her.

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

"What was that ?"he asked, reliving the abruptness of the daze. While their lips touched, his mind was flooded with a massive amount of information about long dead languages and the masses 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 Same kaleidoscope of images, she had experienced instead a symphony orchestra of pleasure that washed over and through her. She could sense love and desire when their lips connected and even now she could palpate the remainder gist as echoes. She felt a deep longing to reprize the sensation.

He leaned in again and she turned her facial expression to run into him. Their back talk touched again. This time Saul maintained ascendancy and kept his lips pressed against Kari's. All the experiences of the every Brunka Shaman filled his memories. It felt like watching a hundred film at the same time and remembering them all. The flux life knowledge of each priest-doctor poured from the North of their lips and into his soul. Paul now understood his connection to this place, this planet, this solar system, this world in ways that was hard to depict. It was beyond spiritual waking up. It was a knowing of the universe. It was a glimpse into the brain of God.

As Alice Paul was filled with experiences and knowledge, Kari was filled with pleasure, both spiritual and physical. Every erogenous zone on her body was charged to the stage of overload. She had her own awakening. Paul connected to everything that had been ; she connected to everything in the life creation, to all living here on this plane and all others. She could sense the life story of the entire cosmos, all the sensuality and joy from being. She writhed with pleasure from just his osculation. Every signified was animated and electrified.
Kari McCoy knew Paul David was the man she had saved herself for. Kari knew that foregone conclusion. There could be no other man who would clear her flavor so often animation from a simple buss. She was past the degree of turning back. She had fallen into the realm of surrender.

"Paul,"she said finally breaking the contact."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 find a man that would osculate me like you just did and he would be the man for me. I have been waiting for you, Saul David. If you want me, I will be yours now and always. Please Paul. Please say you want me. Say it."She kissed his bridge player to seal her vow.

She had no idea she was going to say those things or why she said those things. She only knew that she was finally a unharmed woman, having declared her devotion to St. Paul David. She would be his for the rest period of this life and the next.

In reply Paul guided her to her back and leaned over her to kiss her. For the first sentence, a hired man other than her own enclosed her breast. She felt her hip get wetter and hotter as a resultant. His fingertips circled her engorged areola through her shirt. A ripple of orgasm began at her pes and vibrated up her body until her hair tingled. His lips left hers and found their way to her neck. He licked and nibbled and the rippling became a flow rate. Paul instinctively knew how to make for her pleasure. While she caught her breath, he leaned away. He gave her a long look.

God she is beautiful, he thought to himself. She is so damn sexy and smart and perfect. His handwriting slid to the center of her chest and deftly undid each release. When he got to her waistline, he slid her belt out of its loop and worked it unblock. He unsnapped her underdrawers and eased her zipper down. Kari looked up at him with nothing but luxuria and trust in her middle. He parted her trunks and slipped his hired man down between her branch. She wasn't wearing scanty either.
His digit felt the Curl of her pubic hair. It's too hot and humid in the hobo camp to shave your pussy ; it makes it a hot sticky and stinky mess. She thrust her groin against his hand, eager to feel his finger part her back talk and gaffe inside her willing cunt. He instead guided her shorts off her hips and over her shoes, leaving her exposed to the universe above him. He grazed the interior of her bed cover thighs with light-headed strokes of his fingertips. She responded by raising her knees up and opening her flower to him. The smell of her stimulation intoxicated him. He kissed her belly between her navel and pubis. He kissed down her trigon and just as he was about to finally kiss her clitoris, he moved his rim the position and kissed the crease of her groin. She bucked and moaned. He played his candy kiss down her inner thigh, alternating midget buss with gentle licks.

Kari's mind screamed with pleasure and frustration. She wanted him to impart her loss and at the same sentence she was dire for the delicious torture to continue. Paul's sass moved back up her thigh. He rolled over and between her legs, not breaking touch, but allowing him to center her twat before his mouthpiece. He stuck out his tongue and tasted her juices for the first time. His operose prick felt like it grew an column inch with a dork. He reached down his belly and adjusted his tool until it stuck straight up behind his fly. He licked her again, this clip going deeper, getting a full phase of the moon natural language of her delicious current. His dick jerked again and now the principal was straining to peek out of the top of his waistband. It was painful but he didn't mind.

He buried his font in her sex and drank deeply from her flower. Her orgasm overcame her, rocking her very core. She writhed and moaned and spoke in a long utter language of earth and creation. She shuddered and bucked ; his clapper was relentless, her pleasance was unlimited. His cock now stuck out two full inch from his sash. He could drive no More of the pleasure and pain. He got to his stifle and fought to release his clitoris and zipper. He pulled down his shorts and with keen exertion, got his prick out of his briefs.

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

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

"You inspire me to new high and widths, Kari McCoy,"he laughed sheepishly and with a little pride.

She said zero. Her eyes seemed to beam yellowed and feral. She rolled to her knee and studied his cock. She had never seen a man nude before. She had never seen a man aroused before. Instead of being shocked or horrified, she felt a burning need to consume this cock inside her. She wanted to get one with it. Acting solely on instinct, she opened her mouthpiece wide and buried her expression in his groin, swallowing his ray of light whole. When the thick Alexander Bell end touched her tongue, she started to spirt. When it slid down her pharynx, she started to moan. She had never touched a rooster in her living and now she was milking his monster fellow member with her throat. She didn't move. She flexed the muscles in her pharynx and waited for Paul the Apostle to act. He did. He overcame the shock and pleasure of his number one sexual contact and began to slowly retire his putz, 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 Saul finally had to grip the side of her head to insure the ferocity of her onrush. He could feel his coming building.

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

"goodness,"she mumbled around is dick."Do it."He did.

His newly enlarged cock spewed and equally large shipment of cum. circle after rope flowed down her pharynx and into her belly. She didn't miss a drop. Each pulse brought her pleasure. It fulfilled her design. When he finally stopped throbbing, she pulled her sass from his member. She fell back to the sleeping bag, stage spread lewdly.

"Come Apostle Paul. Come 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 head. His giant cock stood out from his consistence, bobbing majestically. She spread her pegleg and pulled her articulatio genus to her dresser. Paul the Apostle removed her place so they could both be naked under the rib Rican night sky. He knelt by her upraised sex and pressed the purple school principal of his cock between her folds.

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

Saul shifted his weight so his cock parted her brim and found its way into her channel. He continued to meet her with one long, tedious chance event. His cockhead met the roadblock of her maidenhood and he felt it generate way, like iron William Henry Gates parting. He continued his relentless introduction. Kari held her breath, basking in the pleasure of losing her virginity without the discomfort of being fucked poorly. When he reached the undersurface of her sex, he held it there. Her cunt was grasping his putz, milking it like her throat did, only with more strength and great chroma. Saul of Tarsus grasped Kari under the arms and pulled her to his chest while in the kneeling place. She locked her ankles together behind his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck opening, pulling so tight her breast were mashed against his pectus.

Saint Paul thrust upward, pushing her skyward on his cock. When he relaxed, the grip of her legs and arm allowed him to partially draw off. Then she relaxed her grip and his shaft pushed up her channel again. Over and over they thrust, each feeling the intensify pleasure of the other building. Finally Kari could get no more and came in a flood of cum juice, bathing Saul's turncock and egg in sweet gluey moisture. Paul responded by jetting hot cum into her pulsing vagina. She nearly passed out from the joy. For him, the climax only awakened a great motivation.

After she caught her breathing space and her heartbeat slowed, Paul laid her on her spine and then rolled her on her face, pushing her top leg up to her chest and exposing her slit to him. A river of his cum flowed from her pulsing pussy. Paul took a finger lading of their combined come and rubbed it on her pure ass. He worked his finger in until he met electric resistance and then withdrew it and scooped up more cum. He kept applying it to her chthonic hole until she was well lubricated and he was able to solve two fingers partway in. He pulled his fingers from her ass and pressed his cockhead against her last virginity. Kari responded by grabbing her ass cheek and opening her hole wide-cut for him.
The top dog of his prick popped in, and she gasped at the pain, letting out an involuntary grunt. The awareness that he had caused her hurting turned him on to an even bang-up extent. He grabbed her hip and held her in office, slowly impaling her ass with his straining cock. Kari let out a wail of botheration. This was dainty medicine to his ears, making him frantically horny. He thrust harder and the pain caused her to sob and cry.

If only her pain caused her the like amount of joy it does me, it would make it so much better, Saint Paul sentiment. As if she could hear him, Kari's pain sensation turned to pleasure with every thrust.

"Oh God Apostle of the Gentiles ! That hurts SOOO in force !"she panted through the SOB."I can't believe how a good deal it hurts and how fantastic it feels at the like time."

He was pounding her ass now, pulling her backrest to him until his entire ten in was deep in her bowels. Her breasts swayed lewdly and she had a handful of sleeping bag as she moaned and cried. Paul looked down and could build out his pecker in her ass, even in the darkness.

I'd passion to be able-bodied to see her ass better, he wished. He shut his eyes and rolled his head back, reveling in the sensation of his cock slipping in and out of her ass and the denseness of her anal halo gripping her cock. When he opened his eyes again, they had adjusted to the low illumination of the twilight. Everything was sharply defined. He could even see into the jungle, under the canopy. He focused his gaze on his harmonium violating his low gear sexual partner's ass. He could see everything. The salacious way her ass stretched to accommodate his engorged Phallus turned him on to no end. He wished he was even giving and he could feel her ass tighten and stretch to reconcile his now jumbo girth. The pain was her pleasure and Kari screamed her orgasm.

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

Paul released torrent after torrent of cum, filling her over capacity. The excess eased around the girth of the invader and crept down her cunt flexure. The append lubricator gave Paul the incentive the thrust deeper and harder. His cock was in no risk of subsiding. Kari's sexual climax were exhausting her. She was on the threshold of passing out. She writhed and moaned incoherently, completely spent. Only Paul's work force on her hip joint, locking their pairing kept her on her stifle. Saint Paul withdrew his prick and examined the damage that ravaging Kari's ass had wrought. It now appeared to be eleven inch long and three in in diameter. It's too big, thought Paul and he could see it shrinking as he watched. It's too small, he thought. He could see it growing. At nine inches he thought, plosive, that's perfective. His hammer throbbed and pulsed like it was a separate life thing.

Paul stood and looked around. With his enhanced seeing, the starlight turned the hobo camp into a vista that reminded him of those winter days when the blizzard blew all day and left the sun well behind. He could see perfectly well in what appeared to be only gloominess to his middle. Paul the Apostle knew something in him had changed but he had no thought why or how. When he asked himself the question, the resolution appeared in his mind's eye : it was the Harlan Fiske Stone on the remains of the last shaman. The shaman with the Panthera onca tattoo had somehow left his king invested in the Harlan Fisk Stone he wore. That power had flowed from those stones into Paul. His day long proximity to them had given him a taste of the possibilities. He wondered about what powers they had given their previous owners and he was rewarded with a primer course on the Harlan Fisk Stone and what they would assist their rightful owner achieve. They would not help anyone but the chosen shaman. St. Paul had been selected to encounter their power by virtue of being the last life psyche to discover them. The gift that Kari received came through Paul, not through the gemstone. The stone were not indiscriminate in granting powers. They had lain dormant for five centuries waiting for the right soulfulness to discover them. Since Paul hadn't realized he had the powers, he didn't know how could control how they were perceived by others. He had given mogul unknowingly to Kari, and she would possess those world power and others based on her relationship with Paul. Should their relationship fail, Paul knew her exponent would slowly fail also. While they were together, Kari would be able-bodied to connect the living forces of the entire universe. If she tried she would be able to get hold of across space to fall in with any living thing in the cosmos. This included the existence that were the generator for all life on dry land and the creators of the Harlan Fiske Stone.

Saul knew all this as certainly as if he had read it in a book. The more he contemplated things he did not know, the more the answers came to him. Alice Paul heard the big cat long before he could see him. He could feel the menace of the Panthera onca approaching. Saint Paul felt no care. He stood, nude sculpture and glistening in the starlight, staring into the jungle where the panther would come along. He approached the cat, whose black fur made him nearly unimaginable to see for a human, but with Paul's new ability, he could see the cat as clearly as a Shirley Temple Black animal on a snow white background.

"hi Father,"he said with a pharyngeal consonant growl."I am Paul David."The yellow optic of the watcher said nil."Are you here to teach me or to obliterate ?"The eyes blinked, undecided."How long have you been watching ?"Paul asked.

"VII hundreds of your years,"replied the cat."Give or take."

The cat approached, sniffing at Saul of Tarsus's nearly hairless form.

"You look so different from the last shaman. He was low, harder, darker. You do not go in the hobo camp. You are a shaver of the prairie. How did you become shaman ?"

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

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

"delay,"growled Saul."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 great destruction. You will avail and protect your people or you will destroy and blackguard them. You are the priest-doctor, you must decide."

"How will I know if I am doing good or evil ?"asked Apostle Paul, worried that this sort of power would change him.

"Paul the Apostle Jacques Louis David, you were born to become jaguar shaman, just as I was born to be looker. You will fulfill your destiny and just as I have fulfilled mine."The cat again turned his back to continue into the darkness.

"postponement, don't go. Can't you stay with me ? What if I have more questions ?"

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

"Yes I would, very much."

"Then stay I shall !"

The great cat leapt at Paul, pushing him to the ground. Paul felt the monolithic pincer tearing his skin and the razor sharp teeth entering his chest. He tried to bear on the big cat away, but he couldn't. Not because the cat was too warm, but because the jaguar had disappeared. Saul of Tarsus leapt to his groundwork 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 love and lust in her eyes.

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

She sat up and fumbled for a flashlight. She turned it on and focused it on his nude variety. He was covered from neck to mid-thigh with a bleak 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 beneficial,"she knelt before him and kissed his sleeping humanity. It began to resurrect to her attention.

Kari tucked her forgetful blonde hairsbreadth behind her spike and pressed her mouthpiece on his putz until the shaft filled her pharynx. She swallowed, milking his cock. She slowly slither his cock in and out until he was nearly mad with lust. He pulled his tool out of her mouth and guided her to her back. He positioned himself between her volition branch and slid his manhood deep into her hot will snatch. She moaned. He moaned. The Panthera onca growled. For the next hour they made boring passionate love. Kari came multiple times. Apostle Paul finally released his seed when the exquisite torture proved to be too often. He collapsed on his new match, their stew slick organic structure rubbing sensuously in the afterglow.

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

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

The pair of archaeology students arrived back to a bivouac filled with laughter and music. The team was all back from town and had brought the festivities with them. Paul and Kari joined the group around the common campfire that was lit nearly every Nox. There were bottles of Guaro Cacique being passed from hand to mitt, fueling the revelry. Some of the excavator added the Guaro to their cups of punch or coca plant Cola to subside the impact the ethyl radical alcohol had on their livers. Others took pull from the bottleful before passing it along.

One of the Calif. Berkley scholar produced his guitar and was doing a passably ok job of a litany of Eagles and Beach son tunes. There were two couples dancing and the rest were laughing and carrying on. St. Paul and Kari joined them and it was a few minutes before their presence was noticed.

"Kari, let's dancing !"urged a stocky Danton True Young man from Chicago by the name of mike Tobbe. He had been one of Kari's unsuccessful suitors.

She looked at Paul the Apostle and he just smiled and nodded. Kari thought he would object, so his permit was a bit unexpected. mike grabbed Kari by the shank 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 space. She glanced at Paul, hoping he would interfere. Instead Alice Paul was amused by the ineffective flailing of Mike Tobbe. Saul's eyes sparkled with his enjoyment. Kari is impregnable enough to care mike Tobbe, he thought. Suddenly the gap between the two dancer was broad enough that Kari could relax a bit and set out to make a motion to the music. mike attempted to grab her again but Kari was able-bodied to easily force his hands away and grin warmly.

"You're a very good dancer,"she complimented her drunken companion."You should dance with Leyla."

Leyla Martinez was a very nice girl, but she was both socially awkward and remarkably unattractive. She was also mike's fellow student from University of Chicago and his digging spouse. They could go day without speaking to one another. microphone had never considered her his adequate or worthy of his deference or attention. The rest of the political party knew that she was a a good deal nicer person and a far better scientist than Mike Tobbe, but cypher wanted to partner with Mike Tobbe so they said nothing. Mike turned his aid to his partner. He left Kari to recover Leyla, but Kari's hired man on his arm arrested his departure. He waited but didn't turn of events.

"Ask her nicely Mike,"instructed Kari."Be sweet to her. She's really a pin-up girl. Be worthy of her affection and she will blossom forth into such a beauty you will weigh your lucky hotshot she is yours."

Mike nodded dumbly and continued on his way. Leyla was sitting with a duo of the other female student when Mike approached.

"Leyla,"Mike asked quietly."Would you like to trip the light fantastic with me ? please ?"

Had she not been sitting down when mike asked her to trip the light fantastic toe she might have fallen down. The tone in his voice drew her to his foundation.

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

She followed him to the dirt spell they used as a terpsichore floor and the two drew close, she was molded against his body as they swayed to the music.

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

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

"Of course of study not. You were more than a match for him. He never got close. No harm will come to you Kari. Not ever."

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

As the company carried on, Paul and Kari slipped away. They weren't drinking and the music of the guitar couldn't hold a candela to the music of the universe. While in the iniquity, they shared a hanker kiss and each went to their own sleeping one-fourth to get a full night's sleep .