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Oscar sat at the table waiting for the other members of his study group to arrive. This was the group that included Debbie and he had to arrive early so that his erection would not cause him embarrassment. After more than a month of walking around, all of the men had finally gotten a little more control over their erections. At least, they were at the point where they weren’t erect all of the time. An erection was an obvious signal of interest and that was his problem. His cock stood up and signaled its interest in Debbie every time he encountered her.

Opening his books, he watched as Debbie approached the study table. She smiled at him and, true to form, his cock sprang erect. He was tempted to ask the God why he was doing this to him, but he had to hide his service from the other students. Instead, he gestured to the chair where he wouldn’t be next to her or directly looking at her. With a smile, he said, “Have a seat.”

“Thanks,” replied the red head as she sat in the chair directly across from him.

The other members of the study group arrived and examined the pair sitting at the table. Everyone wondered when Oscar would give voice to what his body was shouting to the room. The only one unaware of his erection was Debbie since the table blocked her view. After everyone settled around the table, they started discussing the material that would be covered the next day in class.

A movement near the door of the library caught the eye of Oscar. Glancing over at the door, he was surprised to see Georgia looking around the room as though searching for someone. She was dressed in blue jeans and a simple white blouse. As far as he was concerned, she looked as sexy as if she were wearing the most expensive lingerie ever made. All concerns about the study group disappeared from his mind as he watched her.

After a minute spent looking at the other side of the library, she turned to face his direction and smiled on seeing him. She walked over to their table, taking her time and watching Oscar the entire time. He didn’t know how to respond to her sudden presence since Oliver had insisted that they keep their distance while on school grounds. All he knew was that he wanted her and wanted her with a desire that would not be denied.

Georgia stopped by the side of the table and tore her eyes from Oscar to look over at Debbie. With a smile, she asked, “Debbie Bond?”

The red head looked over at Georgia in surprise and answered, “Yes.”

Oscar hid his surprise that she had come to get Debbie rather than to talk to him. It took him a moment to realize that she wouldn’t seek him out while on school grounds and that if she were here, then it meant she was on school business.

“Could you come with me? We have some papers for you to fill out,” said Georgia. Her eyes darted from Debbie to Oscar and back again. Her smile grew even larger as she took in his obvious discomfort at the idea of the two women being together. Debbie was totally oblivious to his tension and the exchanges of looks between Oscar and Georgia.

Oscar squirmed in his seat as a sequence of images placing Georgia and Debbie together in bed flashed through his mind. They came unbidden, but the effect of the images on his body could not be denied. With an erection that was threatening to explode, he watched as the pair of women left the library. Their asses swayed in time giving twice the arousal of either one alone. Once they were gone, Oscar croaked, “Excuse me.”

As he bolted in the direction of the restroom, the others gathered at the table laughed to release some of the tension that had grown at the table. It was clear to everyone that there was something between Georgia and Oscar. One of the guys asked, “Do you think he’ll make it there before he blows?”

One of the women said, “We now know who the other woman is.”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen anything like that. He only had eyes for the brunette.”

“Do you think they know each other?”

“Of course, she knows him. She was watching him the entire time at the table. Did you catch how she walked away? You don’t swing your hips like that unless you know that the guy is going to be watching.”

“What about Debbie?”

The first guy that spoke said, “I’m amazed that Debbie hasn’t noticed how he reacts to her.”

“I bet you haven’t noticed that Debbie feels exactly the same way about him. She comes back after the study group breaks up and wipes down her chair,” commented one of the women. She glanced down at the empty seat with a grin.

“Really? You mean she’s just as hot and bothered by him?”

“Sure.”

The remaining members of the study group discussed the dynamics of the trio while Oscar was in the bathroom jerking off at the sink. His cock was so hard and excited that it was painful. After just a few strokes of his hand, the mental image of the two women in bed returned to him. His come spilled out over the porcelain basin. As his body shook, he looked around at his surroundings. Finding that he was alone in the room, he looked up at the ceiling and asked, “Why are you doing this to me?”

He didn’t expect an answer, but he swore that he heard feminine laughter from an otherworldly source. Frowning, he started running the water to clean up after himself. After washing his cock, he dried it with a paper towel hoping that he wouldn’t get a paper cut. It only took him a moment to wipe down the sink and remove all traces of his activities.

The remainder of the time for the study group passed without any more excitement although others of the group exchanged significant glances without his noticing. By that afternoon, the rumor that he and Georgia were an item had spread throughout the first year class. Oliver had not said that he couldn’t talk about his relationship with Georgia, only that she couldn’t live on campus with him. He wasn’t supposed to talk about the special accommodations that were made that allowed him to visit her on the weekends. He feared that if it became common knowledge then he would lose his visitation privileges with her.

As he made his way to his next class, Cole approached him and asked, “What’s up with you and the chick from administration?”

“I’m not sure what you are talking about,” replied Oscar attempting to deflect the conversation.

“You know. The one that came and got Debbie during your study group,” probed Cole wanting to learn more of the details. He had heard that Oscar had nearly exploded from sexual excitement at seeing both Georgia and Debbie at the same time.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” replied Oscar stating his true feelings about the subject matter. Even more importantly, he didn’t want to think about it.

Cole was going to persist, but he decided that if Oscar had a reason for not talking about something then it was probably a pretty good one. Still, it hurt to think that Oscar didn’t trust him enough to share the reasons with him. Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, “Okay, be that way about it.”

Essentially the same conversation was repeated four more times on the way to his class. By the time he reached class, Oscar had a pounding headache. It was frustrating having to lie about oneself to others. If it had been in the performance of a service to the Gods and Goddesses, then it would have been much easier. The problem was that it was his daily life that he had to hide and that he was going to have to hide it for six years.

After class, he skipped his next study group and went to the gym to workout with the punching bags. It was his hope that the exercise would help him relax. Instead, he damaged one of the punching bags by tearing a hole in it. He had been warned not to strike the bag without gloves on, but he had wanted to feel the contact of his knuckles against the leather. After just a few blows, his fist had penetrated the leather of the punching bag.

Going over to his books, he pulled out a paper and wrote a note explaining that he had damaged the bag and would pay for the replacement costs. Even as he wrote the note, he realized that he had no idea of his financial situation. He had been drawing a salary while consulting for the Army and that salary had been directly deposited into his bank account. Shaking his head as he put the note under the bag, he added asking Georgia to check into his finances over the next weekend to his mental checklist of things to do.

Still suffering from his headache, unsatisfied from his aborted workout, and feeling guilty about his reactions to Debbie, Oscar went to the library and sat as far from everyone else as he possibly could. His body language warned the curious away and his short terse answers chased away those who were genuinely interested in helping him.

For the rest of the day, he stayed alone except to attend class. Even in class, his mind was not on the material. It wasn’t long before everyone in the first year knew that Oscar was not happy and that he didn’t want company. His behavior had a definite effect on all of the other first years. Many of them had looked up to him as a force of nature that could hold his own against the Druid instructors. The realization that he was human was a shocking revelation.

After the last study group of the day, his schedule was finally empty. He had an hour to spend in any fashion that he desired. After fielding a couple of more questions about his relationship with Georgia, he went to the room where his robes were stored for use on the weekends when he went to visit her. Alone at last, he sat down on the floor and considered his situation.

Depressed, Oliver stood at the door watching Oscar. Like all Druids, there was almost no black over his heart. However, he didn’t shine with an aura that suggested that he was enjoying life. It almost hurt to look at the young man sitting on the floor. He said, “The news got out already about you and Georgia.”

“Neither one of us said anything,” replied Oscar.

“I know. I watched when she went to get Debbie.”

“Why did she choose that time to get Debbie?” asked Oscar.

“She came to me and told me that she wanted to meet Debbie. I was curious and suggested that she handle filling out the insurance forms. I also suggested that she get her during your study group. I wanted to see what would happen,” answered Oliver with a frown. His gift showed him the negative results of pursuing his curiosity.

“Thanks, I really needed that,” remarked Oscar with enough sarcasm in his voice to choke a horse. He glared at the Grand Druid and said, “I’ve been besieged by questions about her.”

“So what have you been telling people?”

“Nothing. I’ve told them nothing about Georgia. I’ve told them nothing about being a Druid. I’ve told them nothing about who and what I am,” replied Oscar with anger in his voice.

The tone of voice used by Oscar surprised the Grand Druid. He asked, “What’s the matter?”

“I am living a lie here,” charged Oscar. He stood up and, holding his hands at his sides with his fists clenched, shouted, “I’m a Druid! I can go undercover to fight the strong that harm the weak, but I can’t live my daily life as a lie! I love the most beautiful woman in the world, but I have to hide it.”

Oliver listened to the man vent his frustration. He could understand why Oscar was so upset, particularly when put into those terms. Oscar was trying to play by a set of rules that were stacked against him and it wasn’t fair. Thinking about it, he said, “Let me see what I can do about changing things around here for you. We’ll talk about it Monday.”

The answer didn’t satisfy Oscar, but it had to do. He would be with Georgia in two days and being able to spend time with her alone would help relax him. He closed his eyes and remembered walking through the woods with her, at ease in the peace and quiet of the wild. He was going to be sure to do that this coming weekend.

Oscar went to breakfast feeling tired after not sleeping well that night. Feeling that he needed to keep up his energy, he ordered the fruit plate and orange juice instead of his normal eggs, toast and coffee. He sat at one of the two person tables with his back to the rest of the room. The choice of seating intended to convey that he didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Since his attention was turned inwards, he didn’t notice when Gabby sat down at the table across from him. She cleared her throat to get his attention and then said, “Oscar, talk to me.”

“I really don’t feel like talking,” replied Oscar.

“You helped me when I was ready to quit and I’d like to return the favor,” replied Gabby. She looked across the table at him with a concerned expression on her face. It was her fear that he was getting ready to leave the school.

“I’m not quitting, if that is what you are worried about,” he said with a sad smile. It would be much easier on him if he did that. That choice was taken from him by the fact that the Two-Sided One had sent him to the school.

“Oh.”

The comment hung in the air. Oscar didn’t know how to respond and Gabby didn’t know what else to say. For a minute they sat looking at each other. Finally, Oscar said, “I really can’t talk about it. Oliver has so ordered it.”

His comment took her by surprise and she sat back in her seat to consider what he said. She wondered why the Grand Druid would order him not to talk about something that was bothering him. Knowing the two rules, she wondered which one he would be breaking by talking particularly since the rumor was that he was upset about two women. Even she knew that having two members of the opposite sex in one’s life didn’t violate any rules so long as everyone knew about everyone else.

He knew the thoughts that ran through her head by watching the changes in her facial expression. Finally, she asked, “What harm could it do by telling us what is bothering you?”

Oscar sat back in his chair and considered her question. How could knowledge about his real nature lead to harm? In what way would it cause harm? The questions were interesting and he’d have to find the time to think about them. For the moment, he had to uphold his end of the conversation. Frowning, he answered, “If I answered your question, then you would know what I can’t talk about.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

Gabby sat in her chair for a moment and then said, “I should get ready for class. I’ll talk to you later.”

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Oscar MeyersChapter 7

Sunday morning started slowly. Oscar woke pressed against Georgia, enjoying the feel of his love in his arms. His erect cock was nestled between the cheeks of her ass. The silk of her pajamas felt smooth against his bare skin. He ran his right hand up the front of her body, pausing to caress her silk clad breasts. His erection throbbed, rubbing against the silk. He sighed in contentment. Georgia, waking from his touches, pressed back against him and said, “Good morning.” “Good morning, my...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 7

“My hair is white!” Georgia said glaring at Oscar in response to his comment about how nice she looked that day. They were riding camels side by side about thirty yards behind Jumah. “I like it,” Oscar said with a smile. Her hair had turned to a white color that was almost shocking in its purity. “It’s not blond,” she said holding a strand of her hair in front of her eyes. She wished that it had turned blond rather than white. Her original color had been a hue of light brown that bordered...

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Oscar and IreneChapter 4

Five years have passed, our lives have gotten pretty much back to normal. Our girls are in high school and our baby, Oscar, Jr. is five years old. He and our girls are our pride and joy. I had just walked into my office when my phone rang. I answered, “Irene Pena. How may I help you?” “Irene? It’s Rob. How are you?” My heart skipped a couple of beats when I heard his voice. “Rob? Oh My God! How are you? Are you in country?” “Yes, Irene, I’m here with my wife.” My heart sunk. “Your...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 33

Kotyit, with a young man standing beside him, watched the young man approach followed by his two girlfriends. Looking at the trio, there was no way to mistake them for anything other than whites. He hoped the other students wouldn’t be too hard on them, but knew that hope was slim. This was the Native American College, not Paleface College, and the students would be reluctant to embrace whites living on their campus. At least he was wearing blue jeans rather than the red robe. That one bright...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 16

“Local law says that no church or synagogue can be taller than the shortest mosque in the area.” “So some joker built a mosque that is five feet tall just to make the Christians and Jews unhappy?” “It looks that way,” Oscar answered with a grin. Georgia looked down at the roof of the decrepit building. The roof was about four feet above the ground. It was hard to believe that Oscar was taller than the building. She said, “I know you are short, but how can you possibly stand up in that...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 9

Oscar noticed a plume of dust on the horizon well outside of the training area. He watched it move and then stop. The medallion flared hot against his skin. His stomach clenched as the hairs on the back of his neck rose. As the dust started settling, he shouted, “Georgia, break radio silence. Get everyone back to camp right now.” Without asking any questions, Georgia got on the radio and started broadcasting the message. Once she had told everyone his orders, she called back asking,...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 27

Oscar woke up in his dorm room and stretched. It was his birthday and he wondered what the women were going to do to celebrate it. He didn’t really enjoy his birthday and just hoped that he’d get through it. He glanced over at Sandy. She was awake and watching him. Holding up an MRE, Sandy asked, “Not going to wait around for breakfast in bed?” Oscar groaned at the sight of the MRE. Nearly every woman in the school had heard about his attempt to serve Debbie breakfast in bed for her...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 26

Carrying a rather large piece of luggage, Oscar strolled down the hallway as if he owned the hotel. The hallway was basically bare; painted in a dull white. Every thirty feet, the walls were broken by pairs of doors that faced an identical pair of doors on the other side of the hallway. The floor was covered with a commercial carpet intended to be unnoticed while hiding stains and dampening noise. After walking more than half the length of the hallway, Oscar arrived at his room. He checked...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 17

Debbie looked at the hole in the ground. This was not just a little hole in the ground. There was a building carved out of rock right in the middle of the hole. The building was two stories tall and carved into the shape of a cross. Awed by the amount of work that it must have taken to carve the building out of the surrounding rock, she said, “This church is carved from the rock.” “That’s right. This is the famous Bet Giorgis church of Lalibela. It was carved about nine hundred years ago...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 8

Standing beside a Russian truck, a very anxious Debbie waited for her husband and wife to arrive. The barren lifeless environment only fed her anxiety. It was hard to believe how desolate the area looked. Draught had cracked the hard ground into little bricks with inch wide cracks. Despite the sun in the sky, the air was chill. She turned to the Major who was seated on the hood of the truck and asked, "Are you sure this is the right place?" "Very sure," the Major answered with a yawn. He...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 8

The Colonel, the Major, and two of the Captains stood in a relaxed manner in the command center looking at Oscar. Georgia wasn’t present for a change and they actually missed her. Oscar smiled at the four and said, “Congratulations, you’ve passed.” The Colonel laughed and said, “Best training program I’ve ever experienced. You drove me fucking crazy.” Oscar nodded and asked, “Well, do you guys want to discuss what you learned here?” The Major answered, “They don’t fight by the rules.” One...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 9

While many of the people in Turkey are Muslim, the ‘democratic’ government of Turkey was secular. This meant that politicians had to run for election periodically and worked hard to preserve their reputations. On the world stage, and inside Turkey because of the current activities associated with the earthquake, few organizations had the news capital of the Fusion Foundation. As head of the Fusion Foundation, the doors of the Turkish government opened for Ed Biggers. Followed by members of...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 25

Beth Carter, carrying a stack of papers, walked through the halls of the college in which she had spent a considerable percentage of her childhood. Every hall, every room, and every piece of decor brought back memories. The majority of memories were good, but there were also memories associated with the loss of her father. She was headed towards the first year dining room smiling at the thought of her destination. Her grandfather, the Reverend Leroy Jones, always insisted on meeting people...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 21

An old man picking up trash and putting it into a bag noticed Oscar standing in front of the Golden Gate. Wearing the cloak and robe while carrying a staff, Oscar looked like a character straight out of the Torah. He stared at Oscar wondering what he was doing at the Golden Gate. Considering the current religious climate, the old man was halfway convinced that Oscar was going to march into Jerusalem after breaking down the wall that had been built to render the gate useless. He held his...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 20

The Church of St John the Baptist is one of the oldest churches in Jerusalem. It was the site of the founding of the Knights of the Hospital of St. John. The order of knights, better known by the name of Hospitallers, was established to provide health care for poor and sick pilgrims to the Holy Land in 1080 AD. It was here that the Reverend Leroy Jones spent the night in prayer. Founded in 1200, the Ramban Synagogue was the first Jewish presence in Jerusalem’s Old City after the exile of...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 24

Turning at the end of the private road leading from the Druid College, Oscar jogged down the county road trying to burn off some excess energy. While robes were a unique fashion statement that set the Druids apart from everyone else, they were not designed to facilitate jogging while wearing them. He had his robes held up by a belt so that the hem was only to his knees. It looked ridiculous and he knew it, but he didn’t really care. A car pulled up beside him honking the horn. He looked over...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 28

Feeling like the whole world was his oyster, Oscar walked across the road towards the school. He felt great. After spending a nice quiet night with Georgia, he had a very pleasurable morning romp with her. It was a rare occasion when he had a chance to spend the night with Georgia alone. He spent many more nights alone with Debbie than with Georgia. He didn’t begrudge a single night alone with Debbie, but it was great to spend the night with Georgia. It was a glorious day and that just added...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 1

The image that we have of a hero is of a muscle-bound man who can carry three victims in one arm while firing a machine gun with the other. The word hero makes us think of a man with a strong chin, chiseled features, and steely eyes. Sure, some heroes are the big strong manly types such as described in stories and portrayed in movies. Of course, we also think that heroines are attractive hard-body types who have studied martial arts their whole lives. From the media presentation of heroic...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 11

Oscar sat on the top of the truck drinking a hot cup of cocoa and looking around at his surroundings. He was in an isolated area surrounded by blinding white snow that hurt his eyes. The snow softened the landscape; turning hard edges into flowing curves. Behind the truck, tracks led back to the small village Oscar had left a half an hour earlier. He thought back to his visit there earlier. The village had less then three hundred people living in it. Most were old; the majority of the young...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 36

Riding in the limousine from the airport was a first for David Bear Claw. He couldn’t believe the luxury afforded students of the Druid College. Even Ohola U Tiwahe was quiet during the drive. Oscar, Georgia, and Debbie were watching the reactions of the guests. Oscar and Debbie found their reactions understandable while Georgia was amused. Finally, Oscar said, “They sent the limousine because Ohola U Tiwahe is an honored guest.” David asked, “Do you mean that they don’t normally have a...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 18

Saudi Arabia is officially listed as the fourteenth largest country geographically. It controls an incredible amount of oil, but after the invention of the Fusion Cell by John Carter that meant little in terms of the international market. Prior to the invention of the Fusion Cell, oil accounted for nearly sixty percent of its gross national product. Afterwards, oil accounted for only ten percent of the gross national product. It was not that other sectors stepped up to the economic plate, but...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 6

Mohammed directed Oscar through the small town, pointing to the coffee house as the most likely place to find someone who would be interested in purchasing the Mercedes. It wasn’t as though there was a car dealership in the area. Oscar stopped the car in front of the small building and looked around the area. The place was clearly not a chain coffee house based in Seattle. The front of the building was open to the street. Chairs lined one wall with small tables set in front of them. The...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 19

The Reverend Leroy Jones sat on a heavy duty camp chair drinking a cup of Arabian coffee. The thick sweet liquid was strong, but the cup was tiny. The bottom of the cup was filled with finely ground particles of coffee bean. In all, there were about four sips of coffee in the cup. Shaking his head, he wished that he had a cup of American coffee. Sighing, he said, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this coffee.” “I have never gotten used to the weak swill that you Americans call coffee,”...

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Oscar Home for Thanksgiving

My plane left Paris an hour late. It was a nonstop, night flight to New York. We were on hold, apparently, for some late VIP's important enough to hold up an entire flight and screw up schedules. However, I wasn't particularly disturbed as I was in no real hurry. I also had plenty to do on my laptop, so the time passed fairly quickly for me. My seat was next to the window just two rows back from the front entrance. A bustle of activity heralded the presence of our late arrivals. One...

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