Chapter 9: Preparations

THUD!

Dave’s body made a sickening sound as it slammed into the exercise mat in the new Martial Arts Room in the core. Before any other person in the room could blink, he was on his feet and Sean and Alan, the two who had conducted the mock attack on him, were flat on their backs, one with Dave’s foot planted on the back on Sean’s neck and the outstretched arm of the other in his grip ready to painfully dislocate his opponent’s shoulder.

Wan Suh stood to the side watching the interactions of the three men. He eventually raised his hand and the conflict instantly ended. Dave helped both men to their feet and they bowed to each other, and then to Wan Suh – their instructor.

Wan called attention to some of the specific moves each man had made, pointing out how it provided an advantage or disadvantage as the scuffle initially started and then as Dave made a near instantaneous recovery and used the supposed advantage the men had on him against them. As he talked the men reproduced some of the moves in slow motion for the other students.

Wan Suh walked to the side of the room and came back with a black pistol. The class looked surprised at the introduction of firearms. Wan explained, “This is not real gun. Only plastic replica. We start to worry about facing opponents with such a weapon in our classes for next weeks.”

Wan turned to class and gestured for Bridget to come and take the weapon away from him. Bridget looked ill-equipped to deal with the situation. He pointed the pretend gun at her, waving it around in a threatening way. Bridget then lunged, but the gun made a sharp retort of sound before she reached the weapon.

Wan explained as he gestured Bridget back into the ranks of the class, “First lesson. You do not charge a person with a loaded weapon. You look for ways to retreat, leave the encounter, or at least hide from flying bullets. Without those options, invite person to come closer as you prepare an assault from side. If your assailant is right-handed, you will want to attack from his right, hoping to dislodge weapon from bad person’s hand. If person is left-handed and holding gun in that hand, the opposite is true. You do that, otherwise you are pushing gun into hand of person and also into the finger they have on the trigger.”

“Alice-san, you come deal with weapon.” Alice stood about ten feet in front of Wan and let him advance on her. When he was within her range, she backed up a half-step and then her left leg swung in a high-speed arc connecting with Wan’s hand and the gun. The gun went flying across the room. The two bowed to each other.

The class continued with one or two people being involved throughout the rest of the session. Everybody got a try at making the gun fly, and most did well. Wan Suh was a good instructor and took advantage of every attempt to draw a learning point.

At the end of the class, Wan Suh had all the students stand at ease, and called forward David Prentiss, Alice Prentiss, and Peter Potter. The three students moved in front of the group and bowed to Wan Suh. Wan turned to his brief case and withdrew two plastic bags with yellow sashes in them and one with a green sash in it.

Wan Suh stood in front of each student, “David-san, you make great progress. In the Wan Suh School of Martial Arts, I award you green belt. You good. Keep up work.” He moved to Alice and then Peter, giving each of them a yellow belt and praise.

Wan said, “Belts indicative of level of expertise. We not following karate or any other more formal school. I combine many martial arts to teach you. You all making progress, and these three moving faster than most. Thank you.” He bowed to the class, and that ended the ninety-minute weekly lesson.

As the class milled around collecting their shoes and other things, Cricket, Lean, and Gary came up to Dave and Pete. Lean spoke, “Oh, most exalted belt levels, we three beseech you to work with us on Sunday afternoon for an hour so that we can accelerate our advancement. Others may also want to join us.”

The two men chuckled, “We can work out with you, but we are not qualified to teach any of what Wan Suh brings us.”

A few feet away, Wan Suh turned and smiled at the group, “But practice of past lessons is good thing to do. Practicing katas is also important.” He winked at Pete and Dave, essentially giving them approval to aid their classmates.

Dave checked with Pete and then announced to the others, “If any of you want to join us on Sunday afternoon about two o’clock, we’ll do a work out, practice our katas, and revisit some of our lessons. Pete and I will try to lead the group, and Alice if she can make it.”

The sounds of approval filled the room just before people started leaving. Off to one side, one of the cameramen from the reality TV series finished capturing what had been going on for the past ninety minutes.

Wednesday just after lunch at home, an unusual event took place. Dave, Alice, and Pam joined several other parents to watch through the one-way glass at what was happening in the home-schooling classroom.

Highly unusual, but Matthew and Rose had joined Taylor, Maddy, Athena, and Samantha to talk to the kids about the Circle and their families. Samantha hadn’t informed the parents of much more than that. She was always busy arranging stimulating classes for the kids.

The children sitting right in front of the glass window were those targeted for the activity.

Matthew deferred to Rose after Samantha introduced them. The kids all knew them anyway because the two had often come to babysit or tend the children during their weekend slumber parties at Scarlett’s home.

Rose started, “We wanted to make you more aware of how you are different from many other people and children that live outside our gates. Does that interest any of you?”

Several heads nodded.

“Who knows of a few differences?”

Jimmy Marbury said, “Most outside kids only have one or two parents.”

Johnny Prentiss said, “Yeah, sometimes it seems like we have dozens of adults telling us what to do.”

The adults watching the class all laughed, certain that they couldn’t be heard in the classroom.

Willow Connor said, “A lot of those people get divorces from each other. Their families break apart. I feel so sorry for them when their mommy and daddy split apart.”

Rose looked at each pupil and encouraged them to speak.

Sarah Mason said, “I think the people outside our gates argue with each other all the time.”

Lauren Paige said, “The adults in the Circle make love a lot.”

Rose said, “Do any of these differences bother any of you?”

The kids obviously weren’t bothered by the differences, except to feel sorry for the people outside the gates.

Sarah said, “Most people that are families are a mom and dad with kids. We have moms and dads and kids.”

Zoe Iverson said, “I get a lot more attention and love than I think some regular kids do.”

Rose asked, “Do any of you wish you were living outside the Circle?”

Johnny said with a touch of sarcasm, “Yeah, closer to an ice cream store and a place that sells pizzas.”

Dave turned to his wives and said, “A man has to have his priorities.” Laughter resulted.

Willow looked at Matthew and Rose. She asked, “How old were you when you two knew you wanted to be a couple?”

Matthew said, “About your age. Rose knew right away. I went along with her thinking.”

Rose said, “When you start to mix with people outside our Circle what do you think they will say about you and how you live?”

There was silence. The kids had no idea.

Rose gestured at Matthew.

Matt said, “When I was a little older – junior high school mostly, I would get teased and not in a nice way about how I had lots of moms and dads. They said unkind things about my mom and called her names – me, too. Mostly, the other kids had no appreciation for how I was being raised. They thought I had to be raised just like they were. Later, in high school, I became more of a curiosity – I was someone strange, almost like from another planet. The older you get; at least more people will tolerate how you grew up and how you live, but not entirely.”

Matt continued, “Somewhere in there, dad got interviewed and it appeared in the newspaper several times. I was still in middle school. The other students read those articles, and that kind of stopped a lot of the teasing because they understood what was going on in my life.”

Samantha entered the fray from where she’d been watching, “So, there are lot of differences between how you all are being raised and how children outside our gates are being raised; is one way better than the other?”

A long silence prevailed among the children in the group. Zoe finally said, “I’m sure the answer is no. They’re just different, like one person’s skin is dark and another is light. One isn’t better than the other; they’re just different.”

Samantha said, “So, how do some people react to differences? Tell me some of the good ways that they do.”

Jimmy’s hand shot up, “The learn from the other person and get ideas.”

Willow said, “Yeah, they find better ways to solve some of their problems, and maybe the other person does, too.”

The class discussion continued for another half-hour, stressing that people needed to be tolerant and understanding of each other. As was often the case, there were two TV cameras: one making a video of the kids, and another of the parents watching.

Dave had been placed on his back, and his two female protagonists of the evening were carefully orchestrating their pleasure. Scarlett was marvelously naked and perched carefully above her husband’s eager mouth, as his lips, tongue, and one hand tended to her sex. Mostly, she was moaning how wonderful everything in her life was.

The other female character in Dave’s evening had straddled his body and played rubbing his cock against her slit as she told him how good she knew he’d feel when he was deep inside her teenage pussy. Dave wasn’t sure where she’d learned her colorful vocabulary, but Rose really knew how to talk dirty, especially to her step-daddy.

Rose went into a sexy rant, “Oh, daddy. You have mommy’s pussy on your tongue, and I can see you thrusting up into her pussy and licking up all her wonderful tasting female juices. When you do that to my little teenage pussy, I just come and come in bushel baskets of orgasmic juices.

“Oh, look at mommy twerking on your tongue. I can do that on your cock ... do you like this? Does it feel different from how mommy does it, daddy? I hope you can cum many times in my pussy tonight. I want to be dripping your beautiful white jizz all day tomorrow. I’ll walk around the patio and people will see that baby batter dripping down my legs and know that my daddy fucked my ever-loving brains out.”

Dave moaned, and the extra vibrations set Scarlett off. She moaned and clutched her daughter as another orgasm swept through her hot body. “Ooooooh, fuck!” she gasped.

Rose teased, “Mom, did you realize how hot a mother-daughter-daddy threesome could be. I want to do this every night for the rest of my life.”

Scarlett was breathing with some difficulty after the intense orgasm. She managed to say, “Oh, but what about that cute guy you live with?”

Rose stayed on whatever script she had playing in her cute teenage head. “Oh, Matt will be right here ready to take over while Dave rests. Didn’t you like fucking my boyfriend? He has a really nice cock, as you now know.”

This was news to Dave. Apparently, Matt and Scarlett had hooked up at one point in the not too distant past.

Scarlett read his mind, “Yes, we did. Saturday night in the second round. I was surprised, but Rose insisted ... and you know I can never say ‘No’ to my daughter.” She moved off of Dave’s face and sat next to the couple in a lewd and revealing position.

Even Dave had to laugh at that statement.

Rose started a little chant as she vigorously bounced up and down with Dave’s cock driving into her lithe teenage body. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The chant went on as watched Dave pleasure her mother. Their union was the result of a major redefinition in their relationship a few months earlier.