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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by 
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading 
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JC: Ed Biggers
Part 2: Equilibrant
Chapter 5
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Night had settled over the desert bringing forth an awe inspiring 
quantity of stars in the sky. Despite the lack of a moon, the sky was 
so clear and the number of stars so large that it was possible to 
make out the surroundings in the dark. Ed and John sat in the 
chairs on the parapet looking up at the night sky. Ed broke the 
silence when he said, "They are a lazy bunch and creatures of 
habit. That can be used against them."

Taking a long sip of iced tea, John thought about what Ed had said. 
It was true, they were lazy and they were creatures of habit. John 
replied, "They aren't stupid."

"No, they aren't," replied Ed. After refilling his iced tea glass, he 
took a piece of cheese from the plate and nibbled on it. Marguerite 
had started delivering little plates of snacks up here for them to 
munch on while talking. That reminded him that he should thank 
her for that kindness.

After ten minutes, John said, "They've bribed so many people that 
a raid on them just isn't feasible."

Ed countered, "It is if the raiders don't know what is happening 
until the raid begins."

"That's an interesting idea," said John as he thought about what 
that would mean for them. He sat there thinking about how such a 
series of raids could be pulled off. 

A shooting star flashed across the night sky, shining bright for the 
single second of its life. Simultaneously, both men said, "Did you 
see that?"

They looked at each other and burst out laughing. Taking sips from 
their iced teas and eating some more of the snacks, the men 
returned to their companionable silence. After half an hour, John 
said, "I'll have to get some of the other Druids to look into various 
cities."

"How many cities do you want to target?" asked Ed.

"One for each Druid participating in this endeavor," answered John 
with a smile.

Whistling at the size of the project, Ed said, "After shutting down 
twenty cities I think that we would convince any criminal 
organization in the country that it is not a good idea to fuck with 
Druids."

A female voice drifted up to them saying, "What's wrong with 
fucking Druids? I do it all the time."

Bursting out in laugher at the timeliness of her arrival, Ed called 
out, "Come on up here Kelly."

A very naked Kelly came up the stairs and posed for the two men. 
Standing like some kind of Hollywood Movie Starlet, she did her 
best to look sexy. With a smile on her face, she asked, "Do you 
like my outfit?"

Grinning at her, Ed said, "I don't know, it looks a little too hot for 
this kind of weather."

With a wink at Ed, John said, "And not hot enough for the cold."

Pouting, Kelly said, "You guys are no fun at all."

Both men chimed in together, "But the model is outstanding."

Ed and John stood up and bracketing Kelly as they each put an arm 
around her. In an easy walk, they led her downstairs and on to Ed's 
room. When they reached the room, they led her to the bed where 
she lay down in the center. She spread her arms wide across the 
bed and spread her legs slightly. That was her way of letting them 
know that she wanted to be the center of attention. 

John and Ed undressed and lay down on the bed, one on each side 
of her. While Ed started kissing her lips and neck, John turned his 
attention to her left foot. Two pairs of hands explored her body, 
touching her in exciting unpredictable patterns. Together each man 
slowly worked his way to the center of her body keeping to one 
side of the body each. They covered every inch of their side of her 
body with kisses until there was only one place untouched by their 
lips. Spreading her legs to allow easier access to her pussy, she 
wiggled her hips hoping to get one of the men to touch her there. 

Without communicating, both men resumed their journey along 
their side of her body with John kissing his way to her lips and Ed 
kissing his way down her leg. Whimpering in frustration, Kelly 
begged, "Please, just a little kiss on my clit."

The pair ignored her pleas, preferring to raise her level of 
excitement to a much higher level before resorting to that part of 
her body. Reaching her foot, Ed started sucking on her toes. Kelly 
found the sensation incredibly erotic and started to moan. John had 
worked his way down her arm and was now sucking on her 
fingers. She didn't know which felt better. All she could do was 
moan in pleasure.

After a few minutes of attention to the toes and fingers, the men 
began kissing their way along their side of her body. About the 
time that Ed reached her knee, John had reached her elbow. 
Rotating her leg so that he could get to the inside of the knee, he 
kissed her there while John kissed the inside of her elbow. The 
result sent waves of pleasure directly to her brain. 

Kelly started writhing on the bed as her desires were slowly stoked 
by her two husbands. There was no competition between the men, 
just both of them working to give her pleasure. As much as the 
physical pleasure they were providing excited her, it was the 
emotional connection she felt among the three of them that had the 
greatest effect.

After almost an hour of continuous kisses, they finally reached her 
pussy. With great care, the men tugged on her swollen lips using 
them to stimulate her clitoris. Within seconds she had begun 
floating in a sea of comfortable pleasure, as every nerve in her 
body was sensitized to the least little touch. 

Rolling onto his back, John pulled Kelly on top of him. Knowing 
that this was what she wanted, Ed waited for her to climbed on top 
of John's cock before entering her backside. Together the two men 
thrust into her in complete harmony. The effect on Kelly was mind 
blowing. She loved double penetration more than any other sex act 
involving two men, with the possible exception of watching two 
men having sex with each other. 

Since Ed had her tight asshole, he came first. When he pulled out 
of Kelly, she came in a long slow orgasm, the kind that once 
achieved seems to last forever. John came shortly after that.

Climbing off John, Kelly kissed each man with tenderness. The 
three snuggled together with Kelly spooning Ed and John spooning 
Kelly. Ed fell asleep almost immediately. 

Ed woke alone in the bed. After dressing, he staggered out to the 
kitchen where Marguerite handed him a cup of Greek coffee before 
he even had a chance to ask for it. His early morning slowness was 
well known amongst the staff. Staggering over to the table, he sat 
down and drank the coffee, enjoying the strong flavor. The Greek 
coffee woke him completely before he even finished the cup.

A plate of scrambled eggs smothered in salsa was set in front of 
him. Looking up at Marguerite, he said, "Thanks."

"No problem," she replied. After shaking her head, she said, 
"You're the only one I got to cook for this morning. John had 
cereal and the women headed out to work saying they'd get a bagel 
on the way. Sometimes I wonder why you guys pay me to work 
here."

Shrugging to indicate that he didn't understand the problem, Ed 
said, "Well, you still have the rest of the staff to feed, don't you?"

Marguerite glared at Ed and said, "You don't get it, do you?"

"Probably not, but I'm usually pretty slow first thing in the 
morning," replied Ed.  With considerable confusion, Ed looked up 
at Marguerite wondering what the problem might be.

"I am a chef. My passion is cooking great meals to be appreciated. 
You are not giving me a chance to do that." Marguerite felt guilty 
giving vent to her anger.

The discussion was interrupted by the entry of Bill in the dining 
room. Bill sat down at the table and said, "While you were gone, 
you received a bit of mail and messages. You received an 
invitation in the mail. It appears that you've been invited to the 
wedding of Dale Taylor and Terry Markison. There is also an 
invitation for the first Manuel and Son Hauling barbecue. The local 
IRS office called and wants to know when you'll come into the 
office. They would like you to visit as soon as possible. The 
university called to find out when you would be in with the 
samples. They expected you yesterday and wondered if you had 
encountered any problems."

Glancing over at Marguerite, Ed said, "I'll attend the wedding on 
one condition, that we allow Marguerite to cater the food. I'll pick 
up the cost of the food. I'll talk to John and see if we can host it 
here."

Turning to look at a very shocked Marguerite, Ed said, "I'll expect 
that you'll prepare a regular feast for the couple."

Marguerite said, "I'll need to talk to them and see what they like."

Ed replied, "Good. I will attend the barbecue. I'm glad to see that 
Manuel and Joe are doing such a good business that they can 
afford to have a barbecue."

Nodding as he took notes, Bill asked, "What about the IRS and the 
University?"

Shoveling the last of his eggs into his mouth, Ed said, "I'll go to the 
university after breakfast. I'll try to meet John there and then we'll 
head over to the FBI. I'll stop in at the IRS before going up to the 
FBI. They're in the same building."

Nodding at the information, Bill looked at the notes for John's 
schedule to make sure that they could meet that way. He said, 
"John said that he would be at the school until one."

Ed nodded and asked, "What about Kelly and Beth? When will 
they be home?'

Bill replied, "They should be home by seven."

Turning to Marguerite, Ed said, "Would you like to make a nice 
dinner tonight for all of us? I promise I'll have John home by 
seven."

Frowning, Marguerite asked, "Any special kind of dinner?"

"Anything you want," replied Ed.

Marguerite said, "In all of the time I've been working here, I 
haven't cooked anything for all four of you except for a couple 
breakfasts. I have no real idea what you guys like to eat."

"Anything will probably be fine, Marguerite. Don't worry so 
much." Ed turned to Bill and said, "Can you get in touch with 
Terry and Dale to make arrangements for us to cater their 
wedding? Let them know that it is my wedding present for them."

Nodding, Bill said, "I'll see what I can do. Is there anything else?"

Silence fell as Ed thought about what he had just asked them to do. 
He realized that he was making a number of assumptions that 
others might not appreciate. He said, "Cancel all that. Contact 
Terry and Dale to have dinner with us tonight. If they accept, 
contact Jim and Sherry and ask them if they wouldn't mind having 
dinner here tonight. I will ask Terry what we can do for their 
wedding. That way, John, Kelly, and Beth will be here and they 
can make suggestions as well."

With a roll of his eyes, Bill replied, "That'll be fine. Anything 
else?"

"No, I think that will do it. Let Marguerite know how many to 
expect for dinner in time for it to be ready," replied Ed.

Marguerite shook her head. This was not the kind of treatment that 
she expected when she had agreed to come to work here. With a 
sigh, she said, "Okay."

The sound of her voice was so discordant, that Ed could barely 
tolerate hearing it. He spun around to face Marguerite and said, 
"You're not happy, so don't bother to deny it. Now, tell me what is 
the matter."

Surprised by the intensity of his reaction, Marguerite was half 
tempted to lie. Instead, she said, "I expected to be given more 
direction in what to prepare."

Sitting back, Ed looked at Marguerite as though sizing her up. 
Finally, he said, "Marguerite, I'm a cowboy. John is just a kid from 
a middle class neighborhood that likes to hike. Kelly was raised by 
hippie parents and is a nurse. Beth is a medical doctor. Of all of us, 
Beth is the only one that is likely to know the names of half of the 
dishes that you know how to cook. So if you are looking for 
direction, you are at the wrong place."

With tears in her eyes, Marguerite was nearly ready to quit. As she 
was about to say words to that effect, Ed raised up a hand to 
prevent her. He said, "We hired you because we want to learn 
about the kind of food that you know how to cook. We are not 
complicated people. If there is something that you cook that we 
don't like, then we will settle for a sandwich. We won't blame you 
if we don't like some strange French dish. None of us will yell at 
you because you chose something that we don't like."

Taking a moment of silence, Ed said, "You have the perfect job. 
You can cook what you want. You can feed the staff hundred 
dollar lunches or dinners as you learn new dishes. Experiment with 
new dishes. I'll admit that there will be times when we'll ask you 
for something simple like fried chicken."

Stuttering, Marguerite said, "But the cost."

Waving a hand that dismissed the objection, Ed said, "At the 
family meeting last month it was pointed out that we were 
spending more to feed the three cats than we were spending to feed 
ourselves. We were wondering when you were going to start 
spending money on us."

Puzzled, Marguerite asked, "Are you serious?"

"Very serious. We want you to cook to your hearts content. Pursue 
your passion with single minded intensity. We want everyone that 
works and lives here to be the best person that they can be."

Licking his lips, Bill asked, "Does that go for me too?"

Turning to face Bill, Ed said, "Yes it does. Is something missing in 
your job?"

Embarrassed, Bill answered, "I sit in my office most of the day 
with nothing to do."

"Would you like to manage the household books?" asked Ed.

Very surprised at the offer, Bill said, "I think that is a lot of 
responsibility."

Ed answered, "Well, if you haven't noticed we tend to be very 
busy. None of us have the time to take care of the household 
expenses. John will turn the books over to you by the end of the 
week."

Stunned, Bill looked to Marguerite to see if she had anything to 
say. She was in just a great a state of shock at being told she was to 
cook gourmet meals for everyone in the house, even the people 
who worked in it. Looking at the two of them, Ed said, "Well, if 
that is all then I'll be heading out to school."

Leaving two stunned employees behind, Ed went to the garage 
where his truck was parked. The samples were still in the back of 
the truck where he had put them before returning home from 
Montana. Shadow stood up in the back of the truck and jumped 
down onto the ground. Together they went to the university. 

At the university, Ed pulled his truck up to the delivery area for the 
building. Going inside, he found Professor Simms. Together, the 
two men unloaded the rocks from the back of the truck. There were 
two boxes containing samples taken from two different mines at 
multiple locations within each mine. The idea was to perform a 
comparative study of the impurities in the samples. Professor 
Simms was very excited about the idea and Ed was going to do 
most of the lab work. 

As they were unloading the rocks, Professor Simms asked, "You 
are graduating at the end of the year?"

"Yes, I am," replied Ed looking forward to getting his degree, but 
dreading the day when he stopped coming up here. He added, "I'm 
thinking about continuing my education."

"Conventional wisdom would have you go to another institution 
for your Masters," replied Professor Simms. He felt like he had to 
give the advice that would be in Ed's best interest despite the fact 
that he didn't want to loose him. 

Looking over at Professor Simms, Ed replied, "Conventional 
wisdom doesn't take into account the fact that I can't really move 
across the country to go to a different school."

Professor Simms asked, "So you are looking to stay here?"

"Yes, I am," replied Ed. He added, "I'm expecting to be called 
away more frequently this year. I hope that it doesn't hurt my 
GPA."

"Why would you be called away?"

Ed answered, "I became an IRS agent while I was in Montana. 
That's why I was delayed in returning with the samples."

He stared at Ed with more than a little surprise. Somehow, this 
cowboy had come into the school and aced every course he was 
taking. As a past-time, he had helped crack a white slavery ring 
and now he had joined the IRS. It was a miracle that this guy ever 
had a chance to study. He asked, "You became an IRS while in 
Montana?"

"Oh yeah, I noticed an irregularity in some forms that an agent was 
working on so now I'm now a special agent and report to the head 
of the criminal investigation branch on the same terms that John 
reports to the FBI. John and I are working a case together."

Professor Simms asked, "Does that mean that you won't need an 
assistantship?"

Frowning Ed said, "Well, my work with the IRS is volunteer. So I 
guess I could still use the assistantship."

"Volunteer?"

Ed shrugged, "Well, it is part of my service to the Gods and 
Goddesses. I don't really feel like I can make money at it."

Shaking his head, Professor Simms lead the way to the store room 
where the rocks would be kept until Ed could begin the analysis. 
Shadow padded along behind them, moving silently from shadow 
to shadow keeping out of sight. Professor Simms asked, "So you 
will be coming here for your Masters Degree and under a graduate 
assistantship?"

"If you'll have me, I'll be here," replied Ed. He had hoped that he 
would be able to continue going to school here. All he wanted was 
to continue learning more about rocks.

That Ed would even worry about staying was beyond Professor 
Simms. He was the best student that he had ever had. There was no 
doubt in his mind that Ed would contribute significantly to the 
field. A person with that much passion couldn't help but contribute. 
He said, "Don't worry about it, you'll always have a position here."

Relieved, Ed replied, "Thanks. I'll start getting the paperwork 
together to apply to graduate school."

As the two men put up samples, they continued to talk about the 
future research directions that Ed could pursue. Sitting in a corner 
of the room, Shadow watched the activity with boredom.  It didn't 
take too long for them to get everything put up. When they had 
finished, Ed said, "I have to get over to the physics department. I'm 
meeting John there and we're going on to the Federal Building. I'll 
be back to move my truck in a fifteen minutes."

Professor Simms replied, "I'll walk over in that direction with 
you."

As the two men headed out of the building, Shadow suddenly 
stopped and growled. Used to that behavior from the cats, Ed 
immediately looked around to see what was the problem. Shadow 
started stalking a student as he went around a corner. Concerned, 
Ed said, "Follow behind me. Something is up."

The two men followed the cat around the corner where they almost 
fell into a stairwell that Ed had never noticed before. At the base of 
the stairwell was a young woman, her shirt was torn off her 
exposing her bare breasts. Her skirt was lifted up and the panties 
had been cut off. She was bound with duct tape around her hands 
and mouth. She was looking up at Ed in horror. The rape this 
morning had been horrible, but now she thought she was about to 
be gang raped. 

Bending over her, the man they had followed around the corner 
was waving a knife in front of her eyes. It was a very lethal 
looking knife and terrified the young woman. Ed was in time to 
hear him say, "Spread those legs missy or I'll gut you like the slut 
you are."

With a wiggle of his behind, Shadow prepared to pounce on the 
man. Without making noise, Ed walked down the stairwell to stand 
behind the man. With a swift kick at the hand holding the knife Ed 
successfully kicked it out the rapists hand. It landed near the young 
ladies head. As the man reached for it, Ed stepped on the knife. In 
a threatening tone of voice, Ed said, "You have three choices. You 
can surrender. You can fight me. You can run and let Shadow take 
care of you."

With impeccable timing, the cat uttered a low threatening growl. 
The sound was sufficient to send chills down the spine of the 
rapist. Ed smiled at the man as rapist looked up at him. He said, "I 
suggest making up your mind soon. The cat looks like he's real 
hungry." 

Afraid more for the rapist than for Ed, himself, or the cat, 
Professor Simms went off to call the campus police and report 
what he had observed. More shocking than the situation was the 
calm collected manner in which Ed had reacted. By now, the 
victim realized that she was being saved. Her eyes sought out Ed's, 
but he watched the rapist for any movement that could threaten 
either of them.

The man in the stairwell, looked up at Ed and tried to judge his 
chances. A second low growl came from the other side. Without 
taking his eyes off the man, Ed said, "Hello Rover. Hungry?"

The man shook looked past Ed and saw a cougar and a panther 
staring down at him. The look on Ed's face suggested that there 
was no pity to be found there if he tried to fight his way out of the 
situation. Surrendering, the man said, "Okay, I give up."

Shaking his head, Ed said, "Take off your shirt and cover the 
young lady. When that is done, sit on the stairs there. I must warn 
you not to run, though."

The man did as he was told. When he reached the stairs, he sat 
down. Shadow came down and rested two paws on the man's 
shoulders. The slight pressure of his claws on his skin and the hot 
moist breath on his neck was more terrifying than anything that the 
rapist had ever experienced. Frozen in place, the rapist was too 
scared to move. 

After adjusting the skirt so that she was covered, Ed bent down and 
cut away the duct tape from around the woman's wrists. Once that 
was done, he said, "I'll let you compose yourself."

Finally catching up to Rover, John spotted Shadow. He called out, 
"Ed, is everything okay?"

Ed called up, "Just caught a bad guy. Nothing to worry about."

The woman had finally freed her mouth and put on the shirt. She 
threw her arms around Ed as she cried. Weeping out of control, she 
could say nothing. 

Looking down at Shadow, John said, "Looks like Shadow is 
having a little fun with the bad guy. Did you feed him today?"

Smiling up at John, Ed winked. It was basically impossible for him 
to talk with the woman hanging on him. There was a strangled cry 
from behind him as the rapist listened to John. The smell of urine 
and feces filled the air bringing a little laughter to Ed. Letting her 
cry herself out, Ed just stayed there. Still sobbing, the young 
woman cried, "Thank you. Thank you so much."

The campus police showed up with Professor Simms. They 
stopped to examine the situation that was unfolding before them. 
Very scared, the rapist was sitting on the steps in a puddle of urine. 
With a face of disgust at the smell of feces, Shadow had its paws 
on the guys shoulders. The cat held its head as far back as possible. 
Rover was crouched on the other side of the stairwell. Still crying, 
the victim was hugging Ed. Standing next to the cougar, John had 
his arms crossed and was watching the scene with an amused smile 
on his face. 

The first policeman there asked, "What's going on here?"

Looking over at the policeman, John said, "Shadow."

The Black Panther moved with a quickness that belied its size. 
Within a few seconds it was seated beside John, as was Rover. 
John said, "You can take the man into custody now."

After significant effort, Ed finally extracted himself sufficiently to 
talk. He said, "He had this young lady tied up here and was 
attempting to rape her."

The young woman shouted, "Attempted? The bastard raped me all 
morning."

The police moved down the steps quickly and cuffed the rapist. As 
the police came to get information from everyone involved, John 
whipped out his FBI badges for himself and Rover while Ed 
opened his IRS identification. On seeing the identification, the 
police quickly became very polite. Ed said, "I want a police 
woman here in five minutes to take care of this young lady. I'm 
sure that there is a rape crisis councilor on campus. Please get her 
over here as well. Until then, I'm going to ask that no one bother 
this young woman."

John called down to the woman, "Miss, would you care for some 
coffee, tea, or coke?"

Looking up in surprise at John, the woman was shocked by his 
appearance. He was sitting on the railing that ran around the 
stairwell with two very large cats flanking him. His brown cloak 
and staff coupled with this white beard and partially white hair 
made him look like a wizard. She answered, "A diet coke would be 
wonderful."

By this time, policemen were crowding the area. John looked up at 
one of the policeman and said, "You heard her. She'd like a diet 
coke."

Grumbling, the policeman looked to his confederates. There was 
no support coming from them. With little enthusiasm, he went in 
search of a coke machine. In the mean time, the other police had 
the rapist in cuffs and were wondering what to do with him. As a 
result of the stench produced, no one wanted to put him in their 
car. 

The young woman finally regained control and sat back, giving Ed 
freedom to move. She said, "I'm sorry to be such a bother."

Chuckling, Ed replied, "What bother? I love to play white knight 
riding in to rescue the damsel in distress. You just made my day."

 From above, John said, "He's telling you the truth. He loves to 
rescue young ladies."

After sneezing, the young woman said, "I recognize you, you were 
in my history class. I was allergic to your cat."

Ed examined the woman with greater attention, finally recognizing 
her. He nodded and said, "Yes, I remember. Shadow had to stay in 
the classroom across the hall during that class."

The young woman sneezed again. Looking up, Ed watched the cats 
move away so that they wouldn't trigger her allergies any more. He 
smiled up at John, who untangled himself from the rail. The area 
was well hidden by bushes and it made Ed wonder how John had 
managed to position himself on the rail. It didn't really matter, he 
was still wondering how he had made it down the stairs so fast. He 
said, "The cats are going away. You won't be sneezing so much."

The young woman replied, "Thanks."

Once the police woman and the rape crisis councilor arrived, John 
and Ed separated from the woman. They told the police what they 
had seen and done. John was not able to contribute very much 
information.  The rapist was still cuffed and waiting for a Phoenix 
policeman to come and take him into custody. Apparently, they 
had decided that the city police could deal with transporting the 
smelly prisoner. Professor Simms was left talking to the police 
explaining what he had seen. 

The pair agreed to meet at a restaurant across from the Federal 
Building for lunch. Ed planned to update John on the discussions 
with the staff over lunch and let him know about his plans for 
dinner. From there, they would go to work on planning their raid 
after Ed had checked in with the Phoenix branch of the IRS. 
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