Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2010 18:01:35 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Lambda Psi 3

Lambda Psi
by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


Three:  Making It Work


I did as instructed.  I checked out Mr. Ashford long and hard before I
knocked on his door.  He was one of us, no doubt about that.  He was not
aware of it but he did believe he had a sixth sense about people and about
hazards on the road.  He believes he can anticipate accidents and
potentials.  Claims to have done so many times.  I probed his mind for
about 20 minuets.  Man can you learn a lot about us if you know how.  Those
not aware of it are always broadcasting.  I learned he was getting quite a
bit on the side where his rig was being turned around.  I guess he means
they both get unloaded.  He likes the boy as a person not just as his son.
He sure as hell does not want him in the trucking business.

I marshaled my arguments and concentrated on say yes, once I introduced
myself.  He was most impressed with the scholarship opportunities and the
idea of older male support for those times when he is out of town.  He
signed.  Just as I was about to go he looked again at my business
card. "Samual Shulton, I should know that name but I can't place it," he
said puzzling.

"Maybe you knew my late father, Fredric Shulton?"

"No, no... I know, you were living with my niece Gloria, a while back.
That's how I know the name.  Can't say I blame you for dumping her.  She is
even a bigger bitch then my first wife, her aunt.  Can't stand her mother
either.  How the hell did you put up with that for so long?"

"I guess I just didn't know any better but when I got woken up, I walked."

"Russell does not know anything about his mom's family," he said.

"Fear not, he won't learn it from me.  That part of my life is over and
gone.  I have been reborn.  When I joined the LP's it was like that and I
have been a new man from that day on."  We shook hands and out I went.

"That was easy," I thought.  I also sensed the reason he got into long haul
trucking was to get away from wife number 1.  Probably why he still is in
it too.  Although I sensed no hostility to number 2.  Number one walked 4
years ago, leaving the kid.  He wanted nothing to do with any of them
anymore. Maybe that is what keeps the lid on the pot so to speak. I guess
that is why Rusty so badly wants older male companionship.  He just never
had all that much.

When I got back the boys were on me in a flash.  I showed Rusty the signed
form.  He was just beside himself.  Dirk came in to see what all the
shouting was about.

"Thank you, thank you," Rusty kept repeating, "the one thing I can always
feel when I am here is love, I mean the place is just full of it.  Now I
can be a part of that love."

"Kiss him Sam, Dirk, give him some of that love," Turner said.

We both hesitated.

"I know, they told me.  I want to be kissed by both of you."

We did and then picked him up and carried him into our bedroom for a lot
more of it too.

I could hear the boys talking as they went into their room.

"Think he will be able to walk in the morning," Orval was saying and both
giggled.

He could but not without a whole lot of magic to help.

We lay him between us and piece by piece removed this clothing.  Kissing
him almost continually.  By the time we were all naked he was so charged up
I know the slightest touch and he would unload.  Apollo kissed his penis
and Rusty did just that. He had freckles on his chest, arms and upper legs.
His pubic hair was a little richer red then his head.  The kid had a good
sized penis and his balls were tight to his body.  I knew he had some
experience and found out how much.

Just showing him my penis was all it took for about the first quarter to be
engulfed into his mouth.  Like all our body fluids pre-come and ejaculate
are like saliva, when taken in oral form.  I think the ejaculate is even
more powerful then the saliva this way. He climbed on Apollo and just sat
straight down taking his monster in one smooth motion.  I do not understand
how that part works from the pain side.  I know the oil we coat them with
has some kind of muscle relaxing and pain reducing properties.  I just
don't know how that is sphincter specific.

Apollo said our saliva help with that too.  He thought a lot in fact. I
couldn't find anything about it in the formulas and book.  Only
instructions on how to make it and how to use it.  I guess it is just part
of the magic.

You could see the boy shudder as the ejaculate entered his body.  No sooner
then Apollo's last shot he was up and pressing down on me for another ride.
It was short.  The kid is so tight I wasn't sure I could hold out past the
initial entry.  He collapsed on my chest seeking more kisses.  I know he
was happy and totally in love with us.  This was not just control it was
loving devotion.  I could feel it he didn't need to say anything.  Apollo
placed his butt plug in and we all slept, Russell was in the middle.

In the morning I removed the plug and gave him generous amounts of ointment
in and around his anus.  He seemed fine.  I can't believe he was not just a
little tender.  I know I was and I'm a lot bigger then him.  Then I
remembered a small article I read in Discover magazine a while back.  It
said red haired people have a 25% greater pain tolerance then others.
Okay, maybe that's it.  Who knows, just more magic I guess.

As long as Rusty is not given any of the special elixirs his fluids will
not have any special powers. I wondered if he knew he was special.  I don't
mean special to us that he should already know, I mean special in the
mental power area.  I didn't have to long to ponder this.  It was the day
after his formal naming and induction, his ancient Greek name is, Idouma
(Red).  I thought it was appropriate.

These names are picked by the priest that's me or Apollo in this sanctuary.
Normally not all that much thought is given.  We look at lists of names
known to have been used in our sanctuary.  We look the person over a bit
and find something that is useful.  For the priestly class, us special
magic people, I gave it a lot more thought.  Apollo told me I should and I
agreed.  The priest can live hundreds of years, perhaps longer, no one
knows for sure.  It should be an appropriate one at the very least.

Rusty sat next to me on the sofa.  I could see he had some concern.  I
resisted trying to probe his mind.  I thought that would be unfair.  The
bugger was trying to probe mine.  I don't think he quite knew what he was
doing.

"What is it you want to know," I asked?

"How do you know I want to know something," Rusty asked?

"I think it is obvious. Your body language, the expression on your face and
remember you just signed up for a life long hitch. You must have
questions," I answered.

"Most of those questions are not important right now.  Every once in a
while I get strange feelings.  Kind of like my dad says he gets, only not
about drivers and stuff, about people.  Is something wrong with me? And why
do I only get them about you and Dirk," Rusty asked, he had kind of a
pleading tone and expression?  I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"That is because you are a special person Rusty.  It is nothing to be
concerned about.  It is natural and normal for you."

"You mean I not a freak or something," he said.

Of course young teens would think that way wouldn't they.

"You are not a freak.  You are special, very, very special.  So special
that Dirk and I think you should have some special training this summer."

"Do I get to suck your cock again," Rusty asked with much enthusiasm.

"You get to do that and more, just about any time you like, kid. I think
you should stay the weekend with us so you can fuck both of us as well.  We
really like it when our boys fuck us you know."  The kid beamed a wide
smile.  "You are special because you have magical powers just like Dirk and
I have."

I held up my hand to stop his questions and explained most everything.

"Okay, I understand the reasoning and I sure want to please you and Dirk.
I'm not sure why I can't tell anyone though," Russell said.

"It is very unfair for you to use those powers for anything other then your
priestly duties.  It is never a good idea for the others to know you have
been selected for the priest hood, until we make the announcement.  Some of
the others would like to be but they can not.  It is not their fault, they
just don't have the right stuff.  Lots of candidates never get recognized
at all.  The other reason is your father," I explained.

"My dad?"

"Yep, he has it too, remember the power is a mutation on the Y chromosome.
You only get that from dad.  The X comes from mom.  That mutation is not
always expressed but in your dad's case it is.  That is why he thinks he
can predict potential accidents.  He can't but along with the power comes
some enhanced observational abilities.  Anyway I don't want you putting any
thoughts in dad's head or broadcasting any of your thoughts to him.  I
think you see the point."

"Ya, I guess that would not be fair would it.  What about you?"

"That would be very unfair to the other boys and members wouldn't it.  On
the other hand we defend against such things and as you have probably
noticed, don't send out much except love and respect.  I must admit I am
still learning this stuff and I have a long way to go.  Apollo wants to
start teaching you how to receive and defend first, then how to place or
send. You will be a full priest in less then six months from your
consummation.  Me it will take the better part of two years."  I looked at
my watch.  "We have time for a quick fuck if your up to it?"  He was and I
got my ass pounded very well thank you.

I did get that new car.  I had sold my old one and Dirk does not own a car.
He never has, he told me.  He can and does drive, he just could never
figure out how to justify ownership.  I had wanted a fast sports car but
settled for a very particle minivan.  I did get one with all the bells and
whistles.  Dirk just loves driving it and our boys love riding in it, even
if it is not cool.

I try and get over to see my mother and sisters families about once or
twice a month.  Dirk suggested I make a real effort to engage them now.

"Remember you will not grow older, they will.  You can play the, I just
take care of myself card for so long and when you look younger then your
nieces and nephews the gig will be up."

His advice is always sound.

My nieces are pleasant enough young ladies, my nephews both of them,
typical teenage boys with all the attendant angst and pimples.  My
brothers-in-law are sound middle class trades men, who hunt and fish and
BBQ together.  They were all quite surprised at my reformed physical
presence and new attitude.

My nephews were more then impressed when they realized what was hanging
between my legs.  They were both to embraced to mention it.  We were all
sitting in the shade behind my mothers house, my family home and just
discussing family stuff.  When the topic moved to camping and hunting, my
nephews joined the men.

The boys came out of the house looking rather dejected.  "Girl stuff,"
Robert said.  Their dad's patted the empty chairs almost in unison.  We
talked a bit about that and started to get into things more political.  My
nephews were about to leave, when I suggested they should stay.

"You may not be old enough to vote yet but you are not to young to learn
and form informed opinions."

They look skeptical but stayed and after a bit began offering the teenagers
take on municipal politics.  One of my sisters came out and refilled our
ice tea glasses.  I didn't even notice her.  Well I did notice her but
didn't pay any attention.  That is why I am not sure which one it was.
Robert was sitting next to me and our glasses were on a little table
between us.  Most of the family drinks ice tea with a twist of lemon, on
these hot days.  My mother does not like it when we drink beer and then
drive home.  My old self did not fully understand this, my new self is in
complete agreement.

Now, I have the habit of sucking on the ice cubes and spitting them back in
the glass.  I think Robert does the same thing.  It is just something I
have always done and still do.  Another one of those things you do without
thinking about it.  I don't know if he took my glass or I took his.  This
was not intentional on either of our parts but it happened.  Well, I am
guessing that is what happened anyway.  I am thinking he mistakenly took
mine, as I had been using the same glass for some hours and my saliva would
have been more concentrated.

We talked on and I noticed Robert latterly hanging on every word I said and
a huge erection was pushing his tight shorts even tighter.  I want to drain
my glass but it had very little in it and his was mostly full.  That is
when I put it all together.  Now what do I do?

My mother solved part of that dilemma by calling me into the house.  I put
my hand on Robert's knee and said, "hold tight, I will be back soon."

"With more tea," someone call out.

Mother just wanted to ask me about my new address and living arrangements
again.  She does this every time I visit and my answers are always the
same.  My sister Barbara asked me if I was gay.  Barbara is not one to beat
around the bush, she just comes out and asks.

"No, not gay in the sense you are thinking.  I am bisexual but very fussy,
since that bitch, about who it is that I sleep with, that's all."

"And what does, the sense you are thinking mean," Barbara asked?

"Incest is not my thing," I said.

I know I lied.  I can now do that with a very straight face and convincing
tone of voice, if required.

"She didn't mean that Sam, we were just wondering if you were turning into
a sister, instead of a brother," Jenny blurted out.

My mother was horrified they would be so frank.  I took a deep breath.

"No, I am not interested in stealing you panties, your flower arranging
preeminence or your husbands.  Dirk and I are roommates and we are lovers.
We communicate on a level you can probably not understand.  I am still
interested in sex with non related females.  Just think of it this way.  I
have now increased my number of potential sex partners by 100%."

I picked up the pitcher of tea, with more ice cubes and returned to the
male corner of the yard.  That's when I saw Robert sucking on the ice in my
mostly empty glass.  Now I was in a pickle.  This kid was hooked and hooked
bad.  He had no idea what was happening to him or why.  I do have an
antidote for my kisses, i.e. saliva but it must be given within the first
hour.  I did not have any with me nor did I even have any mixed up. Nor do
I know how well it works, never having used it.

I started to talk about the LP's, explaining a little about the
organization.  When I mentioned it was strictly male, for men and boys, no
girl allowed, my other nephew Mat was definitely not interested.  Robert
would not have been interested either before he drank my tea.  Now he was
and he made it quite clear he was.  I made it quite clear to my
brothers-in-law, most of the members were older then me and all had
families.  Many of the boy members were their sons and nephews.  Robert's
face brightened right up.

"You seem interested Robert, why don't you and I talk about it a little
more."  I turned to his dad.  "I think Robert should meet a couple of the
others boys in our group and get a teenagers point of view, before he makes
up his mind."

"Okay, that sounds reasonable, what about the cost," he asked?

I am sure he had lots of other questions too but knew better then to ask
them without checking with Barbara first.  I know that I emit strong
pheromones that are both of male and female.  These are in addition to my
own built in ones.  These pheromones in combination signal I am a very
virile male and am ready to mate.  They stimulate other males to want to do
just that fuck.  They signal I am a powerful male just the one you want
fucking you or one you should show phallic respect for. It all depends on
who is receiving these signals.  Given the presence of both males and
females in the group it would be impossible to tell where the female
pheromones are coming from.  The male pheromones are expected from a male,
me.  The female ones are expected from a female so it is assumed one of
them.  Most people are not overly sensitive to the origin so don't think
about it in a non stereotypical sitting.

"You need not be concerned about that.  I will cover them and for boys they
are not much anyway.  You will see a marked change in Robert after a few
months.  That change will be all for the good."  I stood and twirled
around.  "I don't think my change has hurt me do you?  Teenagers are
growing and changing anyway.  A group like ours will be good for Robert.
It is not for everyone, nothing ever is.  The LP's also offer some of the
best scholarships imaginable."

I know this one well, have for yeas, he is always looking to the money.
I'll convince him and he will convince Barbara.  The other brother-in-law
asked what I thought about Mat.

"Oh god uncle Sam what is happening to me?"  Robert asked after we moved
off for a more privet talk.

"I can not explain it now.  I do have an explanation, one you will be very
satisfied with.  You must understand, nothing is happening to you that is
strange or weird.  It is different and new.  For now just accept that and
do not allow yourself to kiss me on the lips in front of the family."

"But how did you know?"

"I will explain all when we are alone.  Trust me in this and do exactly
what I say.  As soon as you get home I want you to contact your girlfriend.
Make it clear to all around that is what you are doing.  Tomorrow one of
the boys in the LP's will contact you with instructions.  Just do what he
asks.  I know you have a desire to have sex with me.  That is part of what
you don't understand and what I will explain tomorrow.  Except for what I
have already told you, everything else about the LP's is secret, very
secret.  You will need to act your part in a little play, if we are to get
your parents to go along."

We walked just out of sight behind the garage.  I pressed my lips to his
and darting my tongue in and out gave him a large shot of saliva.  Robert
almost swooned as the effects courses through his body and took full
control of his brain and balls.  He was mine.

"With that kiss Robert, I have changed you life and that change will only
be for the good."

 He did not reply as we rejoined the others.  I desperately wanted to
believe it.  I know I say it and I practice it.  Is this really a change
for the better?  In my case I believe it was.  For other's I know I believe
it has been.  For young boys like Robert and our two or three, probably.
There in lies the rub.  Probably, since we will never know the outcome of a
life not lived, we will only know the outcome of a life that is lived.  It
is the way of the world.  It is the way, along that one way arrow of time.
Even the ancients realized we can never go back as time moved, change
occurred, it can never be quite repeated.  Even the maker of supposedly
identical things never quite gets them precisely the same.  Very, very
close, true but never in the finest of detail precisely the same.  Nature
is that way too.  A close examination of crystals reveals that, for
example.

Apollo was most understanding and spent many hours talking to me about this
still unfolding experience.  He wanted me to think through my future
relationship to Robert and my family.  I know he wanted to tell me what
that is and should be but he did not.  He made me work out both the
philosophical and practical details myself.  That was for the best.  I will
be able to help my apprentices in the future.

"Times are not the same as when I was young, Solon.  In those days one
needed to recruit as many members as was possible.  Boys 14 to 16 were the
most valuable.  At times the attrition rate from war, pestilence and famine
was as high as 50 %.  One had to be very political as well.  It was always
necessary to have local power brokers on your side.  I lived in old Saxony
in those days.  All around us were wars.  At one time I had most of my
Duke's male staff recruited, all of his sons, the alter boys and half of
the priests.  It was the only way to ensure protection for myself and the
order.

My master died of typhoid fever in 1740 and it took me ten years to find an
apprentice. It wasn't until the 1820's that we even had a list of all other
chapters.  It was 1830 before all of the Priests were able to assemble in
one place, to at last meet each other.  That meeting was in Vienna,
followed by another in London in 1851.  I attended both and I must tell you
that I also managed to sleep with many of the rich and famous, powerful and
talented of the day.  When I write my biographies and histories they are
very often informed by my bed knowledge.  You just can't put that as a
bibliographic reference, you will just need to believe me.

Many notable philosophers and scientists, artists, writers and musicians
were members.  They began establishing our network as they were able to
travel and meet people right around the world.  Things were different then.
If you needed something you just found who you needed, fucked him
frequently and got what you wanted.  Quite a number of them were very fond
of young boys.  It was not as easy as just saying it but not that hard
either.  I came to America in 1861 just as the civil war started. I managed
to convince several of my colleges to come in late 1865, just as the
Austro-Prussian War was about to start.

Enough of this, you see I have done it all and in a variety of conditions.
You do what you must, you do what you think is right at the time.  Never
regret but if you learn lessons to improve, all the better," Apollo
explained.

"Then you do not disapprove of my recruiting of boys who do not show an
interest?"

"It is not my approval or disapproval that is important.  It is what is in
your heart and mind that is.  I have done it all ways, for a variety of
reasons.  Those that lived on through manhood, were like our present
membership, good people, for the most part.  I picked a few bad apples that
managed to get themselves in trouble with the law.  At least they were
ready for what they found when they got to prison.  If you want to recruit
Mat go ahead.  See if Robert can convince him first and if not, you know
what to do.  I for one always look forward to a new boy ass in my bed.
Have for about 290 years now," Apollo said, raising his eyebrows a couple
of times.

Okay, that is his take on it.  I never thought of myself as a boy lover.  I
never though of myself as homosexual or bisexual before either.  I can see,
I think, why Dirk loves boys as he does.  They must be the most honest and
guileless of all gods creatures.

The maturation process of all humans dictates, as teenagers we begin to
move away from our parents.  From dependence to independence.  That does
not mean we are not in many ways dependent on them and others.  It means we
want to depend on them less and others more.  That is where the mentoring
process and the comrades of the LP society come into play.  It is the
attractiveness of clubs and teams, things like that. We just combine it
with pleasure, sexual expression and a little magic.  Perhaps more then a
little magic.  Once into the mentor/boy relationship both parties soon form
the all important bond.

Robert was of course convinced.  I took him home got the parental
permission slip signed.  Robert was not in the door two minutes when he was
demanding to be kissed and fucked.  I kissed him but did not wish to fuck
him until his parents agreed.  Dirk just swept the boy in his arms kissed
him hard and long.  I could see the waves of passion spreading through his
body.  He took him in his arms and disappeared into the bedroom.  We all
laughed.  Later when I attempted to explain, Robert just kissed me and told
me no explanation was ever needed.  "Now lets get my dad on side."

His ancient Greek name is to be Arkadios which means Arcadian Bear.  Apollo
gave it to him.  I have no idea why he chose as he did.  After his
consummation ceremony I noticed he had a number of men interested in him,
so I am sure finding a mentor will not be a problem.  It never seems to be
for any boy.

My sister Barbara called a few days later.  She was quit surprised at the
number of social engagements Robert was scheduled for over the coming
weeks.  I told her that was normal and explained the mentor program.

"Most of the mentors either have sons in the club, who are always mentored
by another member or only have daughters.  Since it is male only you
understand."

She wanted to know if I was mentoring a boy or would mentor Robert.  I told
her I was already mentoring two boys for who Dirk and I were emergency
Foster Parents.  She then demanded I bring the boys over.

"How could you not share them with us and Mother.  You know Mother, she
will go wild."

I thought about it but sensed a message from Apollo. He wanted me to invite
them to our home for dinner.  All of them.  I figured he wanted to size up
Mat and even convert him right on the spot.  Hum, I thought.

"Look Barbara, why don't we have the BBQ here, on our deck and you can all
meet Orval and Turner at that time.  Who knows, we may even have a another
boy or two.  Let me see I have three nieces that all need boyfriends,
right."

"Don't get carried away Sam.  Jen and I may not be willing to expose our
daughters to such sexy and handsome men and boys as you."  I knew she was
only pulling my chain.  We both laughed over it. "I'll call Jen and you
call Mother," she said.

Dirk organized everything.  It was obvious to me that he was out to impress
my mother and Mat.  Little did we know that would not be necessary.  The
ancients would call this fait, the modern religious, the will of god.  Me,
I know it is blind stupid luck, better known as chance or maybe a set up by
some human.

Dirk was sitting at his computer, I at mine.  We always try and work in the
morning. Fewer interruptions.  He was in my head in a big way.  I don't
think it was on purpose but it sure was strong.  I quickly relaxed my body
and mind letting his thoughts come.  He was reading something, I knew that.
He was angry and getting more so, I guess it was as he read further.  I
could not quite tell the subject but it did involve the LP's.  "That stupid
bitch," he muttered.  I immediately got up and looked over his shoulder.
He was reading a journal of comparative religion.  I had never heard of it
before. It was called Religion and American Culture.  The article was
called "An Examination of Lesksh Pallos' Demonic Structure."

From the opening lines one could tell the writer had no idea what we are
about.  The author is a woman.  One, Professor Agnes Montfort, PhD. at some
small southern Christian University, I had never heard of.  Then lots of
things I have never heard of.  He immediately wrote a letter, email these
days, to the editor demanding the article be withdrawn.  He sighted about
ten reasons for that. His first and most devastating was, every quote
attributed to the works of his late father, Dr. Dirk Furstein III were
incorrect.  The other references were irrelevant and not always properly
quoted or sighted.  Taking things out of context is bad enough for a
scholar but not to even get it right was another.  He questioned the peer
review process.

He reminded them, "My father was adamant in the text and in our personal
communication, that he did not speak for or behalf of, Lesksh Pallos.  The
tone of this misleading and patently incorrect article suggests his book is
somehow official.  It is scholarly that is true, my father was a scholar as
am I.  It is just that and nothing more.  Anything more is simply
unsupported speculation."

We talked about this after he calmed down.  "I am Dirk Furstein I, II, III
and IV, as you well know."  He reached for a small volume on the shelf.  I
had of course read it, many weeks ago.  Lesksh Pallos is the title and it
explains the origin, goals and objectives of the organization.  It does not
say more then that.  That I remembered.  It has almost nothing to say about
the organization, except each chapter is chartered by another chapter and
the body has no other structure.  It has no theology, dogma, orthodoxy or
profits.  Lesksh Pallos is dedicated to the study and practice of
philosophy as applied to living a prinhcipaled and satisfying life. It
advocates for no school of thought.  Lesksh Pallos operates in the
vernacular of the chapter location.  It meetings are conducted by common
rules of order, most officials are elected by the body as a whole. It is
open only to male persons age 12 or greater.  Chapters operate under the
laws and rules of the host jurisdiction and are usually charted by it.
Meetings, rituals and proceedings are held in strict secret. No person
speaks for Lesksh Pallo.

As I recall the pages mostly cover different philosophical ideas and
concepts all relating to logos, not mythos.  Each member is free to believe
in any mythology he chooses. Lesksh Pallos explores only the logic and
natural world.  It does not attempt to reconcile the physical and the
metaphysical.

His next action was to search out both the school and the good professor.
Well he may have been livid before but that was mild to what he found.  Her
PhD was from another small Christine school, that is run by some
fundamentalist group in Mississippi and the school is not accredited by any
academic or government accreditation body.  The school she teaches at is
not even accredited by any kind of church body either.  The degrees they
grant are less then useless.  He sure didn't think much of the course
offerings or any of the academic staff.  Even the science courses were not
taught by qualified people.

"I don't think I like those thoughts or the look on your face lover," I
said.

"I am going to fix that bitch.  Have you seen the other stuff she has
written.  Look, it is all here."  Dirk held up a think magazine like
publication.

I looked and he was right, just a bunch of gay bashing, family values
stuff, that makes our patriarchal approach look like they were designed by
a feminist.  She was very hard on the Romans for some of the sex scandals.
I am too but more for the way they deal with it.  Hypocrisy is not my
thing.  She was being overly harsh and ignoring many of the same problems
of the religious right, she supports.

Her attacks were not comparisons or scholarship, they were just vicious
propaganda.  I was surprised she had not gone after the Moslems, well not
yet anyway.  She sure was hard on the Jews.  I simply could not figure her
out.  In the biography it said her husband was a minister.  We found him at
one the large Alliance of Christ meeting halls, not far from the school.
What he advocates is the same garbage.  Okay, I get it or maybe I don't.
Dirk didn't either.  Anyway we need to teach her and I suppose him too, a
lesson.

"You don't fuck with Lesksh Pallos,” Dirk's thought said, "or we
will fuck you."

I thought, "and not just figuratively either."

We searched for the nearest sanctuary to the place and found one about 100
miles away.  They didn't know anything about her or the school or the
church.  When they read her article and Dirk's comments they too were
livid.  A conference call was soon put together.  Apollo knew all these
people, I knew none of them.  I was introduced.  We would use our Greek
names, this was official business now.  It was decided this couple would be
punished and in the most public way we could think of.  It was decided they
would be treated to a dose of magic like they never dreamed of. If they
believed in revelation, as they say, we will provide a true miraculous
epiphany.  Apollo thought they should become the poster people for true
family values.  I don't think the others quite realized what he had in
mind.  I did and I was shocked and titillated at the same time.  They would
investigate and plan, we would reconvene in two days.

Apollo turned to me.  "Solon you need not go on this adventure if you are
opposed.  I understand your concern and your titillation."

"No, it is okay, I was just concerned for the children that is all.  The
parents I have no problem with.  The boy will probably be okay with some
concealing but what about the girl?"

"I think she will be okay too, as long as we prep her sufficiently first.
I think Epaphroditos is the best choice for that task.  When I found him he
was the ultimate ladies man.  He still likes them a lot but must keep a
condom on all the time, just to protect them.  He will be gentle and loving
and he will make sure she understands pleasure to a full measure. Perhaps
you should work with him."

I knew he was not going to rape the girl but I was some concerned with the
other things he was planning for her future.  I need to trust my partner,
my teacher, my lover.

"Have you ever done anything like this before," I asked?