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the Island, Chapter 15

Chapter 15 I left Anjali in the clearing, returning to her meditation, and strode purposefully back to the stream, still nude. I washed off quickly, the cool water feeling electrifying on my body. God, I felt great! I redressed and made my way back to the beach. Janie saw me emerge from the trees and quickly came to me. “Are you OK?” she asked with concern. “You looked pretty out of it earlier.” “Yeah, I was in bad shape,” I admitted. We sat down near the fire pit and scrounged up some food. “I’m much better now,” I told her with a smile. “I was pretty conflicted about what I did to that woman. I deliberately broke down everything she believed in and tore her world apart. I drove her to suicide. But in a way I may have helped her achieve some sort of redemption at the end. She realized she had been living a lie; twisting her religion into one of hatred. I think she reached some sort of clarity. Ultimately she had to pay the price for her actions and all the people she hurt. Call it karma, justice, or divine retribution; she was destined to die. I was just the instrument of fate.” “Wow!” she said. “That’s pretty heavy. Are you comfortable with that?” “I am. Anjali helped me to see the light--she’s a yogi and has a fairly impressive world view.” I smiled at her. “She also showed me a few tricks I’d like to pass on to you.” “Yeah?” Janie said with interest. “Like what?” “Like she’s a master of Tantric sex. I think tonight I may be able to expand your consciousness a little.” ...

... “Oh, boy. You have had quite the morning. So she drained the evil spirits right out of you?” Janie asked as she stroked my cock though my pants. “You have no fucking idea!” I told her. “You’re going to like what I show you later.” Her nipples erected prettily. “How about now? I’m ready,” she said in a husky voice. “I need to recharge, sweetie,” I said with a laugh. “Plus, I want you to think about it all day. I want you panting for it by tonight.” “You bastard!” she said, laughing. “My panties are already soaked, just so you know. I hope I don’t have to jill off before then.” “Oh, don’t do that. It will be so much better if you hold on to that energy until later.” I emphasized my point by caressing her warm crotch and gently biting her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. She shuddered and closed her eyes momentarily. “I’ll try, but you’ve gotten me pretty randy.” “You can be the master of your domain,” I joked, remembering the old Seinfeld episode. “Hold out until tonight and your suffering will be rewarded tenfold!” “You sound like a perverted preacher!” she laughed. “The minister of love, that’s me. The padre of porking. Father fornication.” I walked away, still talking, and she watched me go in good-humored exasperation. I realized I had been neglecting my Tae Kwon Do, so I headed over to the boys’ and girls’ camps and collected a few students that were interested in a workout. We went through our typical warm-ups, and I had each student in turn lead the group through one ...