Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... in step. Max nodded again and both Agathas bowed in perfect synchronicity and they both then began the Kata.

While watching, Max was reminded why this Kata was so important. It held every tenet of this art, and, like chess, the basic moves were easy to learn; but the act of performing the Kata showed levels of skill, balance, power, and understanding. Agatha was only a novice, yet she performed the Kata on an equal skill level with Max.

Max saw Howard's stoney gaze: he wasn't watching one thing; he was watching all of it. He was absorbing the information Agatha was telling him.

Then the Kata finished.

Howard only had one suggestion and it was not even a correction of form; and Max realized Howard was telling Max, not Agatha. Howard saw the slight edge-turn of Max's Kata in her students.

Max was amazed the deference Howard afforded her as a Sensei. Howard motioned for Agatha to come forward to the rise. Speaking to Max, Howard turned, in his soft voice, said, "Please allow me the honor of instructing the students of my student."

Max's eyes stung a little as she witnessed the respect he showed her: she had never heard Howard speak that way before. "Of course, Sensei," Max managed to say without breaking, "We would be most honored."

Howard stood, removing the long robe and then removing his shirt. His wide bare feet walked him to the center of his own Dojo. Howard Smith was a 9th dan Grand Master of over thirty years. He motioned for both Agathas to stand ...

... behind him and follow his rendition of the Kata.

He bowed, and the Kata began.

His form was flawless, he flowed like a force of nature: his balance and power put Max in awe. He was massively built and still so graceful: describing him as a quiet brick wall wasn't very far from reality.

As a close combat instructor, Sergeant Major Howard Smith taught Marines how to tear people apart for three decades before he retired eighteen years ago.

Howard was almost seventy years old but looked less than fifty.

Both Agatha's attention was glued to every nuanced aspect of Howard's Kata, faithfully reproducing on their first attempt his grace, power, and skill. It was breathtaking. Max never got tired of seeing Howard perform the Kata; it was like watching a sunrise or listening to a thunderstorm. It was over before Max realized.

Howard bowed.

Howard and Agathas redressed.

Agatha was still absorbing every subtle nuance and emotion: recording in her sponge of a mind Howard's entire rendition of his Kata and his bearing. Howard stopped in front of the rise, and softly said. "I believe I was going to make tea."

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As Joon turned on the kettle, Mercedes sat at the breakfast nook and watched as Howard, Max and the two Agatha's walked in from the back yard.

Mercedes smirked at her husband, "Oh, I think someone got to unwind in the Dojo."

Howard walked up to his beautiful wife and kissed her gently on the cheek. Mercedes actually blushed. She then gracefully ...