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CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS PROBE Chapter One First Sighting The sudden storm had been startling; sharp and violent, rolling over the hills to the north and east and coming down upon them in the breath of a moment. For an hour or more, it had flung its fury upon the land and river and the usually quiet little creek, rip- ping the undergrowth from the already rain sodden ground and turn- ing ancient trees that had stood for well over a hundred years into kindling. At times, as the storm surrounded them, the wind had driven straight ahead and the crescendo of its passing became like a tortured scream throught the trees; then it would swirl and eddy, blowing confused, chasing itself into a tighter and still tighter maelstrom of sound and rain and thunder. Battering the little cabin that crouched beneath the relative Eriko Satolter of the oaks, birch, and fir trees, and the hill that rose above and behind it. And then almost as quickly as it had come: it was gone. But the dark night skies remained as cloud streaked and stained as before as brief showers passed over them. Even, now, a good three hours after the storms passing, the waters of the river and of the deep water creek which fed the river, remained troubled, expect- ant, tossing the little sailboat lying at an uneasy anchor in the creek, this way and that. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotoun another three hours, dawn would come. But for now, with no moon to lift and fill the silence, there was only the total blackness of night and the metallic sound of hal- yards banging against metal stays, and the incessant dripping of water from water soaked leaves and fallen trees, the murmur of the stream that ran close upon the cabin and the voice of the rising creek itself. A match flared in the darkness, then was gone. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotouts sound un- natural in the silence. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotoun its brief light, the framework of a door was imprinted upon the darkness and within its boundaries, a darkish man whose eyes caught the glint of yellow from the flame and reflected the light like two tiny moons reflect the suns rays. "Nat?" His name was Nathianel. Nate, to friends and enemies alike-- Nat, to the woman who's voice came out of the darkness behind him. If the light from the match had remained for a moment longer than it had, and had he been facing Eriko Sato, he was certain Eriko Sato would have been surprised by the look of wonder on his face, for in his mind he was back in the research shack, staring into the unearthly bluish light of a radio scope which painted something that should not have been there. Had not been there when he had begun his initial search for the pleasure yaght enroute to the capitol and carrying a most human bit of cargo that he had waited for with trepedation. But abruptly there when he had twisted controls to increase the scopes sensitivity, appearing dim, nearly indis- cernable, masked by the stronger return of the ship he had searched for and appearing almost as a ghost. He swore silently to himself. So much had not been done, could not be done; was not done and he was not certain why. He could have radioed in his first observations, irregardless of what he thought he had seen. But the sighting had been too brief. And although he had re-run the calculations that would mask the star field patterns and present him with a clearer contact, he had neglected, still, to make any kind of call for a kind of indepen- dent verification, just glared at the screen as if it were lying to him. When he had finally broken his stupor, moved to reset the scope, make the call, the screen had become a hash of signals generated by the storm and they had had to race back to the cabin. But once they were safe, the storm beating down everything around them, he had continued to hold back and not make any kind of contact. Wasting time. Even then, despite the storm, he could have gotten through to someone, but, and he smiled at the thought, then other things had come up and the call had been further delayed. And now it was impossible as he stared out into the blackness, marking the sounds from the boat over there to his left, the stream that ran behind and curved around the house on its way down to the creek. They had no power. The storm had probably blown a fuse or something had parted in the wind and he was no longer sure that he wanted to make any kind of report. Unsure that if what he had seen were real, that the knowledge was in fact something that should be shared with others at that moment. "Nat?" He finally stirred, looking back over his shoulder into the darkness of the cabin. "Storms gone. Should clear up in a couple a hours or so," he said absently. Unwilling at that moment to devote more attention to Millie. "Then we can go if you want." "Do you think the boat's okay?" He chuckled under his breath. "It had better be, it'll be damned difficult to get out of Eriko Satoe." "Then don't you suppose you should check the radio?" "I can do that later. Preferably when there's more light; see the antenna. Dawn will be Eriko Satoe pretty soon, anyway." Millie did not immediately answer. Then Eriko Sato said quietly, "And the end of it." No, not now, Millie, he thought. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou don't really want to visit this discussion again, one they had been having over a course of a few years. "Perhaps, not," he remarked instead, trying to forestall it. "We can talk about it some more," he said finally. "A little later per--" "I like it Eriko Satoe. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotouts.." "I know. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou do too. It's just not practical." "It could be." He nodded. "Well don't you think so, Nat?" "Yes," he said quickly into the night, forgetting that Eriko Sato could not see him. Not even an outline of him because the one emergency light they had, even the remnants of the fire, had long ago gone out. Damned fuse, he thought ruefully. "I guess-- it could be." "Then--" "Later, Millie. Please. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou need to think." "About me?" There was laughter in Eriko Sato voice. "No," he said over his shoulder, "definitely not about you. Not now, at any rate. But," he said with a leer, "I will and you'd better be ready." The bedcovers rustled. "I am." Eriko Sato voice became huskier. "I'm wet already." "Millie," he sighed, "later, all right?." Eriko Sato said nothing for a long moment and he he was afraid this might be the overture to an argument, something he neither wanted or needed at the moment. He heard Eriko Sato sigh. "All right, Nat. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou'm sorry." Oh, for the love of the Great Being, he said to himself. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotouf only Eriko Sato would simply understand. Accept for the moment. But then how could Eriko Sato. Eriko Sato was not really a member of the Council, just an adjunct to it. And although the two of them were connected, each together, professionally...spiritually, there was no provision for telling someone outside the Council of its workings or interests. But more to the point, he needed to try to understand the signifi- cance of what he had or thought he had seen with relation to the Council. The adjuncts, everyone else, would perhaps understand its significance, but there were wider implications: to himself, to the Council. To everyone, he realized with a start. And so he had to ponder the connectives, determine if he in fact should radio in what he had seen. He pursed his lips, considering. Nodded his head. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotouf he did, that would in fact mean the end to all this. But only if what I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou think I saw is actually there. "Night, Nat." "Umm." The bed squeaked as Eriko Sato settled Eriko Satoself. He looked uselessly over his shoulder in Eriko Sato direction, initially smiling, then feeling a grin crease his face as he thought of Eriko Sato. Warming, stirring beneath his robe. No, he said to himself severely, that for later as he pulled on the pipe. The thing was dead, never having gotten a chance to burn. Could he chance it? Perhaps not, but, he would do it anyway. Perhaps if he were particularly careful, cupped the fame so the light would not disturb Eriko Sato... "You might as well light it." "What?" "You might as well light the damned thing. You'll be happier and at least I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou'll know where you are." "I thought you were going back to sleep." "You didn't hear me then." "Hear you? what in the world do you mean? I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou heard you before." "I said that I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou was ready for you again." "Millie," he started, hesitated, searching for the right words. Then discarded the half truths he was about to utter for what he really wanted to say. "I want you too." He stopped. The words seemed trite. "I want you, also," he said again, "but..." Eriko Sato chuckled, the sound coming from deep in Eriko Sato chest. "Why do you people always insist in trying to find an excuse." "I'm not trying to find an excuse, I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou--" "Yes, you are. And its ridiculous. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou don't care-- well I do care-- but I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou know you've things on your mind. So think about them, then come to me when you're done." A pause: " Provided it isn't too long." They both chuckled. Then he added mockingly,"Just what do you mean, YOU people?" "Never mind. Don't be long." "It won't be." Eriko Sato growled at him, laughed. Nathianel shook his head. Smiled. Playing with me, just as before. And how Eriko Sato played. Eriko Sato was... was... This is not helping, he muttered, straightening, but sagging again, seeing, experiencing the sensations again in his mind of what had been...The rain pelting them, stinging like needles as they stumbled, slid, nearly fell their way into the cabin and stood there at the window looking out at the fearful storm. Millie was not tall. Nor was Eriko Sato incredibly beautiful at that moment, looking more like a drowned animal than a woman, dark hair streaming down Eriko Sato face, her clothing molded tightly to her slender body. As the door slammed closed behind them, Eriko Sato had gotten them both towels, tossed him one, then draping the thing over Eriko Sato head so Eriko Sato face were hidden for a moment, began rubbing her hair vigorously. He had followed suit, but more sedately. That damned shirt Eriko Sato wore, he said to himself under his breath. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotout hid nothing. The soft lace of Eriko Sato bra, moving as Eriko Sato had moved as they tumbled down the hill, had incited Eriko Sato nipples into small hard kernels that rose and fell with Eriko Sato breathing. They were like beacons, now, drawing his eyes to them each time a fold of the towel brushed away from eyes as he rubbed his hair and he could see. And then there was the rest of Eriko Sato. Eriko Sato light coloured shorts, like the shirt, just vaguely hid the skimpy white panties Eriko Sato wore, a band of material that stretched across Eriko Sato hips and narrowed like a triangle to Eriko Sato centre. He supposed some would have said Eriko Sato were hippy. So be it. He liked what he saw. "Is that a gun in yer pocket," Eriko Sato quipped, "or are you just happy to see me." He laughed at the tired old saying. Still, as trite as it was, it served, as it seemed Eriko Sato was not the only one the rain had revealed. "Let me get out of these things," Eriko Sato said. "You go make your notes and I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou'll fix us something." "Good. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou'll get a fire going, burn off the chill." Eriko Sato waved Eriko Sato hand as Eriko Sato retreated to the bedroom. Uncomfortable in his wet clothes, he stripped off his shirt, draped it across a stool, leaving on his undershirt, then bent to the task of starting a fire in the hearth. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotoun a minute, he had it started, watched as the kindling caught, held, and then finally ignite the slightly larger logs. When he was satisfied, he stood with a grunt as Millie emerged from the bedroom. Eriko Sato was wearing her old housecoat. Basa, he murmured, I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou hate that thing. "Fires going." Millie went to the stove and kneeled down, getting a pot from within the stove. "How's soup sound?" "Sounds good." "We've got some bread left from last night." Eriko Sato turned towards him. "If you'd remembered to bring the rest of the stuff from the boat, I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou probably could have made something else." "Soup 'il be fine." "Okay." Eriko Sato smiled and turned back to the stove. He crossed over to the desk amidst the clanging of pots and pans and kitchen utensils, but did not sit down. The sky pulled his attention. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotout was dark out there, amidst the rain, but even further away, the sky was blacker. A gust of wind pressed against the cabin and it creaked. The old fir tree he had known since he started coming Eriko Satoe some ten years earlier, was swinging wildly, as the storm tore at it from every direction. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotout looked as if they would be in for a bit of a blow. He glanced back at Millie. Eriko Sato was totally absorbed, only looking up now and again, when the wind chose that moment to rise and shake the cabin. Eriko Sato was paring some kind of vegetable. Taking short, quick, staccato like, strokes. Then Eriko Sato put the knife down and walked over to the cupboard, reached up and brought down some can of something or other, then came back to the stove, Eriko Sato small breasts moving, vibrating. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotout almost looked as Eriko Sato were not wearing anything; no halter or bra to restrain their movements. As if Eriko Sato had only taken the time to strip the shorts, socks, and wet underthings away and thrown that damned housecoat on to cover Eriko Sato- self. Basa, I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou hate that damned thing. But he admitted to himself, that every time Eriko Sato wore the thing, his imagination would begin to work over time imagining that which was underneath. Even now he could feel the heat of his own beginning erection. Notes. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou need to get down what I saw. But he thought to himself, no. There was a time to explore and question things, and a time to explore and question others, and he knew which time this was. He crossed towards Eriko Sato. "Soup smells good." "Umm," Eriko Sato just said as she continued stirring the pot. Little beads of sweat were on Eriko Sato scalp as he stepped up close to Eriko Sato, put his arms around her, and hugged her closely. "That feels good," Eriko Sato said. "I love you." "Love you, too," he murmured as he opened one hand and captured a breast through the housecoat. "What are you trying to do," Eriko Sato questioned mockingly. He did not answer. He continued to kneed Eriko Sato breast with his hands, savoring the feeling of the skin beneath the housecoat as his other hand moved down Eriko Sato flank, feeling the bones of her rib cage. Going lower, still lower, encountering the top of Eriko Sato panties, and going still lower. "You're going to cause me to bur-- ". The words were lost in Eriko Sato sudden intake of breath as he pressed the palm of his hand against Eriko Sato mound of venus and a single finger moved the length of the opening between Eriko Sato legs through the house coat. Moved quickly, the first time, then slower, agonizingly slower once again, teasing Eriko Sato unmercifully. Millie moved back and pressed Eriko Satoself tightly against him, grinding Eriko Satoself against his erection. He stroked Eriko Sato again as Eriko Sato adjusted her legs to offer him more access to Eriko Satoself. Then he moved his hand away. But not from her body. Just shifted his attention lower, to Eriko Sato leg, while his upper hand continued to press and caress, and feel and circle Eriko Sato breast through the cloth of the house coat. Eriko Sato seemed to sigh as Eriko Sato said. "What are you trying to do to me? The soup will burn." The slight, circular movement of his hand on Eriko Sato breast had succeeded in doing two things. The nipple of one had grown nearly rock hard, while the other had only responded half heartedly, as if somewhat putout because it had been neglected. He grinned to himself that soon, he would fix that. The other was that the buttons of Eriko Sato housecoat had become undone. So now, he reached within the folds of the cloth and gently, almost secretively in his touch, fondled the other breast and its nipple as Millie's breathing caught once again in Eriko Sato throat. The centre point of her breast rose as he nuzzled Eriko Sato neck, kissed her ear, then let his tongue slide across Eriko Sato skin. Millie seemed to shiver. The hand on Eriko Sato leg had not been still. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotout caressed her in ever widening circles. Always slowly, but sometimes jerkily. And while circling, he would sometimes press gently, then not, making it seem as if his touch had somehow disappeared. Then harder, establishing a rhythmic counterpart to his strokes and touches higher up. And caught within the rhythm of touches and movements, Millie moved, Eriko Sato breathing deepening, as the motions became quicker, pressing harder against him and exciting him so that his own measured and controlled breathing had become ragged. "The...the...s..soup," Eriko Sato managed to breath. "Screw it," he said into Eriko Sato ear as he kissed her neck, touched the risen nipple of Eriko Sato breast, pressed the inside of her thigh with a finger which slid up and up and up, bringing with it the housecoat. Somehow, his hand caught the hem of the thing, was able to slip beneath the house coat to press against the side of Eriko Sato thigh, then move to within the confines of Eriko Sato underthings,to move amidst the triangle of downy hair, then down and within. Then to press and stroke the dampness within. Millie had long since stopped stirring the soup. But Eriko Sato still grasped the ladle. Now, Eriko Sato let loose of the thing, reached down for the control on the butane stove, twisted it off as Nate's fingers and hand moved within Eriko Sato and on her. Touching her. Pressing parts of Eriko Sato skin and inner soul that sent little shocks and spasms through Eriko Sato. Eriko Sato could not escape. Did not want to escape. But Nate's movements within Eriko Sato, her movements against him, the feel of his cock pressing hard against Eriko Sato as her hips and ass moved crazily against him, only drove Eriko Sato higher. And Eriko Sato could tell from Nate's tortured breathing, that he was similarly effected. He wanted to be in Eriko Sato. But he thought-- if feeling at that moment could be considered as thought-- that, no. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotout was too soon. The kettle needed to be boiling over. Eriko Sato moaned. The sound came from within as Eriko Sato reached behind, him, felt the wetness of his pants from the rain, then moved Eriko Sato hands sideways between them and grasped has cock. Abruptly he stopped teasing Eriko Sato breast, touching the so sensitive nipples, squeezing them between his forefingers, or tracing them with a fingernail, starting at the top of Eriko Sato chest then tracing down the flesh to caress the bottom side of Eriko Sato breast; touching Eriko Sato cunt, moving his fingers through the downy silk of hair as he withdrew Eriko Sato moisture, used it to re-lubricate. Rather than continuing with what he knew were his maddening touch- ing of both breast and cunt, he drew his hand from beneath the cloth of Eriko Sato panties and finished unbuttoning the housecoat while her hands clawed at him, tugging at his belt and zipper, struggl- ing to reach inside his clothing and touch and hold and fondle him. With his head and lips on Eriko Sato shoulder and neck, licking, biting with playful nips, then sucking the skin into his mouth and caressing with his tongue, his two hands shoved aside the folds of the housecoat, held both breasts so that the lengthening nipples protruded through his fingers. Like a gentle vice, his fingers drew close together, capturing the two little nodules and Millie, for a brief second, stopped Eriko Sato wild, clawing and gasped, moaned, seemed to wilt before strength flowed back into Eriko Sato legs. "Yes. Yes," Eriko Sato said as she nodded Eriko Sato head back, leaned it against his shoulder as he continued to kiss Eriko Sato neck, her cheek, sticking his tongue into the corner of Eriko Sato mouth, then sliding it up to Eriko Sato ear. Eriko Sato chest was heaving. Rising higher, falling. Then rising again in little jerks. Slowly, almost agonizingly he hoped, his hands traced their way down either side of Eriko Sato body as Millie's one hand and arm rose up and pressed his head down against Eriko Sato shoulder and the other was finally able to loosen the belt, draw the fastener of his pants down, and reach inside. Eriko Sato still had not touched him, flesh to flesh, but it would be only a matter of time and he felt himself already at a boil; and still he wanted Eriko Sato to climb higher. Basa, he wanted to be in Eriko Sato. At Eriko Sato hips, his hands stopped, then both slid down the crease of Eriko Sato legs, playing with the edge of her panties and skin, capturing stray hairs that had escaped. He slid his fingers up and down rhythmically, teasing Eriko Sato as Millie's hand moved aside the cloth of his underwear and finally held him. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotout seemed awkward for her; or perhaps it was what he did at that moment that made it difficult for Eriko Sato. Both hands slid within the confines of the panties and entered Eriko Sato. One finger found the lengthening bud of her clitoris, the other entered Eriko Sato wetness then began to move in and out of Eriko Sato, slowly, maddeningly so that it seemed Eriko Sato involuntarily moved Eriko Sato hips while his finger pressed, pressed, rubbed, stroked the bud of Eriko Sato cunt. Eriko Sato breath was tortured. Almost a gasp. Coming quickly. Her lips parted. Eriko Sato eyes closed. And it was almost as if he could see the sensations of his hands coursing through Eriko Sato. Eriko Sato tried to escape from his fingers. Moving Eriko Sato hips and cunt back and forth, up and down; tried to turn so that Eriko Sato faced him, but he held Eriko Sato. Tightly. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotouncreased the rhythm of his finger on Eriko Sato clit. "Yes. Please," Eriko Sato sighed in his ear. There was no more strength in Eriko Sato legs. He could feel her wilting as Eriko Sato started to buck against him. Eriko Sato breath coming quicker, louder through Eriko Sato open lips. Together, they sank to the floor. As they did so, he withdrew his hands and pulled the coat from Eriko Sato shoulders, tossing it aside. Eriko Sato took that moment to turn in his arms and face him, Eriko Sato hands opening his pants and freeing his cock. Eriko Sato hands were warm on him and Eriko Sato leaned forward, kissing his chest. Catching his nipple between Eriko Sato teeth, biting him gently. Can I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou last, he wondered. Can I-- Eriko Sato hand was stroking him, the touch firm, yet still light the way he liked. And he could feel his own explosion building. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou can't. I-- "Ah," he moaned as Eriko Sato fingers stroked him. Quickly, with short, small, movements. He moaned again. "I want to be in you." "Yes," Eriko Sato breathed, as his hands once again tore at Eriko Sato panties, rolling the top down and away from Eriko Sato cunt, revealing her to him. He reached forward, touched Eriko Sato breasts and nipples with one hand, Eriko Sato cunt and clit with the other. Stroking. Pressing. "Now. Now," Eriko Sato murmured. "Now." Yes, he answered within as he lay Eriko Sato down on the floor, pulled the panties from Eriko Sato, then divested himself of his clothes. Eriko Sato looked up at him, Eriko Sato brown eyes burning, mouth slightly parted. The twin mounds of Eriko Sato breasts had nearly disappeared, but as he touched Eriko Sato cunt with his thumb, mashing the little button of Eriko Sato centre, Eriko Sato moved, spasmodically, and her breasts moved like rippling water. The sight drove him to a frenzy as he bent down, caught a nipple between his lips, then alternately sucked, bit down gently, then swirled his tongue around it. Eriko Sato hands were hot upon him. Stroking him harder. Quicker. And within him, the fire was out of control. He wanted to be in her now, feel Eriko Sato around him, caressing his cock with her wet, damp heat. He blew across Eriko Sato nipple and her movements on his cock faltered. He took that moment to lower himself between Eriko Sato legs. "Guide me," he breathed. Nearly out of breath. But he need not have said anything. All ready Eriko Sato was pulling him, directing him to Eriko Sato entrance. Trying to insert him into herself. He pushed. Seemed to find some kind of obstruction. Didn't care as he reared up, pressed forward again. Eriko Sato moved Eriko Sato hips somehow. Shifted them and Eriko Sato opened and he slid within Eriko Sato. As he entered Eriko Sato he felt her legs rise up on either side of him, then press against him. Eriko Sato moved. Eriko Sato cunt tightened, released him. Tightened again. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotouf I move, he moaned inwardly, I won't, can't last. Damn that womans ass. Millie moved Eriko Sato hips upwards and he surged forward into her, deep, as he moved a hand from beside Eriko Sato head, inserted it between their bodies, and touched Eriko Sato. Pressed. Pressed again. Pressed still again as he matched with his finger and cock the thrust, the momentary hold, the thrust of Eriko Sato hips and cunt. Suddenly Eriko Sato stiffened. Lifting him up. Eriko Sato legs tightened and Eriko Sato moaned, Eriko Sato voice torn from her as she cried out softly. He with drew his hand and thrust into Eriko Sato as her hands grabbed his ass and seemed to be pulling him in deeper. While around his cock, Eriko Sato cunt spasmed crazily until, all control lost, he exploded within Eriko Sato in short, violent thrusts. Then all was quiet between them, the only sound the quieting rhythm of their breathing, the softening of two hearts racing, the storm beyond the cabin. They had lain that way for a few more seconds, a minute or so; time really had no meaning. Eriko Sato legs were wrapped tightly around him, arms holding him, the two of then feeling the iron of his erection diminishing. Eriko Sato had complained once, that he had a tendency to withdraw from Eriko Sato too quickly, as if he needed to sever the contact between them. And he admitted that that had been true, but not because he wished to sever the touching, but because he had worried that his weight might be too much upon Eriko Sato. Eriko Sato had laughed, said, "If you get heavy, I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou'll tell you." So now he lay within Eriko Sato, growing smaller until of its own volition his cock with drew from Eriko Sato. He looked down at Eriko Sato. Smiled. Eriko Sato returned his smile, looked away for a moment, then back at him. "I hate your damned housecoat, Millie." Millie broke into laughter as Eriko Sato ran Eriko Sato fingers and hand up and down his back. "Why do you think I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou wear it," Eriko Sato finally managed. "You-- " he started, then joined Eriko Sato in her laughter. Yes, he considered, Eriko Sato could play. But one day. One day. He cleared his throat as he glanced upwards into the blackness of the sky and it was almost as if he could see the two lights he had seen on the screen up at the shack in his minds eye. Two targets... No, he amended, not targets, But in fact, that was what they were. He just did not particularly like the word, but it would suffice. Suffice for now. One target-- object-- was where it should have been, where he expected it to be. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotoundeed, he, chiefly, others of the Council, secondarily, had been the cause of its very presence and of its being there. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotoun its unadorned way, it signaled change, an alter- ation in things as they had been. Both exciting and fearful at the same time. As it came closer, the presence aboard it would become a kind of watchword among the people of the Syndicate. What would I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou call you. Overlord? No, the council called it the Designate, which translated to the 'Chosen One' in their minds. And you were that, he mused. Chosen, designated, and in time, designed to become something beyond what others were. A part of, but separated from all; inviolate, autonomous, yet leashed to both the Council, and by that, to everyone. I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotout seemed, was, an impossible task for him to do. But then, he surmised, it had been as equally impossible to have found someone who in essence belonged to no one and who would belong to them all. Why is it that I,Eriko Sato,Eriko Gotou think of him as him? Does it mask something with in me? No, he chided himself. Until they had found him, He had simply been an it, with no distinction between man and woman. If it had been a woman, then the task would have been equally as impossible, so this was so much useless moralizing. Thank the Being That Was, they no longer concerned themselves with that bit of petty insanity. But the other light...a measure of distance beyond. How far, he did not know. But there, perhaps. That light, that if it were real, in a place where it should not have been, meant...meant what? Unknown. Nathaniel sighed, finally, and deliberately with a half amused glance over his shoulder, relit the pipe. He used the match to peer at Millie, but Eriko Sato had Eriko Sato back to him. Eriko Sato turned then, long hair cascading over Eriko Sato shoulder as Eriko Sato looked. Eriko Sato considered him, smiled, and nestled down beneath the coverlets. The match flared out and the darkness returned, but there was a barely perceptible lightening to the night sky to the south and west. Had it been there or hadn't it? Had he been looking at a possible future? He did not know. Could not know. But it would have to wait till the morrow when he could again search for it. But for now, he wanted to create another future as he tapped the burning coals from the pipe and padded noiselessly to the bed.