Abomination

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ABOMINATION

At the first community downriver from the Olowade site Robyn crawled out of the water and shivered for an hour, dangerously near hypothermia as she dried out in the bright morning sun on the right bank of the Olo River, just below the first few houses on the northern edge of the town.

Still soggy, her shoes squished as she slogged her way through back yards and side streets and emerged on a thoroughfare named John Adams Way. In the bottom of one of Robyn's shoes was a damp ten-dollar bill from her mother, sent to her by mail on her birthday and it was all the money she had. It was enough for some food and a bus ticket home.

If there had been a little more money, she would have gotten a hotel for the night, but if she did that she would have run out of luck. The Army was still scouring Olowade and the immediate area, and it did not occur to them to watch the bus stations out of the nearest towns until later that afternoon. The river carried her much farther than anyone could walk in the same span of time, all at the relatively small expense of some wrinkled prune fingertips, a ruined dress and ruined hair.

By noon Robyn was on a bus and well on her way home. Her greatest desire was to rush home into the arms of her mother. But she knew the Army would go there first, if they didn't already have her house staked out. Then it would be right back to Olowade, or worse. So while she sat on the bus making her way west at the wartime top speed limit of 35 MPH, she spent the time turning her dwindling options over in her mind.

Three times in the last year the FBI interrogated Hunky, Dory, and Jerry about Robyn, twice in an individual setting and once when they were gathered all together in Jerry's backyard tree house. During the second one-on-one interrogation Robyn's friends almost broke when the FBI lied about her prognosis, and said she was very nearly dead. But Robyn felt she was being unfairly treated by Doctor Trochmann and his team at the clinic, so in her letters she ordered the Boda to say nothing about the Artifact they found hidden under the Temple sanctuary.

She wrote those orders in Relbimian, of course, which was understood only by Hunky and Dory, and they passed the word along to Jerry. Since it was a language the three girls created from scratch from their earliest days together, and used by them since then only on brief occasions, it was almost as secure as a one time pad, and there was little chance the FBI would decipher it.

During the final interrogation, the FBI agent invaded their tree house, and brought along another agent who was an expert at reading body language. The idea was to look for any signs of collusion between the Boda members.

The interview turned sour very quickly. After a few minutes of their intransigence one of the the FBI guys said he thought recent high school graduates were a little too old to be playing in a tree fort. And to drive home his point he showed them an army draft notice with Jerry Shy Bear's name on it. “I can make this go away, son, if you tell me how Kimberly might have gotten sick. Otherwise you'll have to show up at the draft board tomorrow morning.”

“Honestly, sir, I've told you everything I know.”

“Ladies, will you help the gentleman out?” the other agent said. “You might not ever see him ever again after tomorrow.”

The kids had nothing to say. Orders were orders. So the first FBI guy shrugged and placed the draft notice in Jerry's hand. “Suit yourself. Go kill some Japs.” And both agents left the tree house in a huff. They would have tried a little bit harder if they both didn't think pushing the kids was like drilling a dry hole.

Now Jerry's father was happy to go kill Germans in France in the Great War, but Jerry himself was a very gentle person and he didn't want to kill Japs or anyone. He was willing to take his chances with the draft lottery the same as the next guy, but obviously the FBI could pull strings behind the scenes and rig the game. He wanted to stay home and wait for something to break so he could see Kimberly again.

There was just one thing left that he could do, but he was embarrassed to ask Dory for help. So Jerry suggested a game of Cartel instead.

“And by Cartel I mean strip Cartel of course.” That raised the stakes a notch from losing little colored pieces of paper and made Hunky very motivated to play.

The dice flew high, and round and round the board they went. Soon Hunky bought up 42nd Street, Broadway, and Park Avenue, and all she needed was Broadway for a Cartel.

Jerry scooped up the Appian Way, the Burma Road, and Easy Street, and all he needed was the Yellow Brick Road.

Dory was puzzled that Jerry wanted to play a stupid game when he'd just been drafted into the military. She didn't seem to have her heart in it. She got a half-Cartel going with Mulholland Drive and Sunset Boulevard, but then she bought Bourbon Street and Wall Street on a whim, and soon she was short on cash.

As the game continued, Hunky and Jerry had their Cartels going, but Hunky had some lucky rolls and avoided landing on any of his properties, while Jerry kept landing on Hunky's stuff and started to have a serious cash flow problem. He auctioned off his shoes, socks, and shirt for a little breathing space.

Poor Dory kept landing on both her friend's Cartels and she was methodically stripped of most of of her cash. After that she started showing more and more skin to stay in the game. Jerry outbid Hunky for Dory's dark yellow dress with white polka dots, and when Hunky landed on Jerry's properties he would take payment from Hunky's own collection of Dory's clothes. He got her knit rayon undies and bra.

In a few more turns Dory was naked and bankrupt and had to watch the rest of the game from the sidelines.

But it wasn't for very much longer. When Dory went out, the properties associated with her knee socks and little black Mary Jane shoes, which Jerry didn't want, were enough to complete a second Cartel, creating a kind of death row on Hunky's side of the board. Jerry was already shirtless, and soon Hunky demanded his pants. But Jerry simply put on Dory's bra and dress, and when he was sufficiently covered, he dropped his trousers and handed them over.

“A man shalt not wear that which pertaineths to a woman,” Hunky preached. “For all who do so are an abomination to the LORD.”

“You should talk, Hunky. That works the other way around too.” Besides, Jerry found wearing Dory's dress to be a very interesting, perhaps even a life-changing sensation. Seeing Dory naked didn't do nearly as much for his arousal as wearing her clothing did.

After that Jerry landed on the second part of Hunky's death Row and, having no more cash, Hunky demanded his underwear, which he duly handed over. The game was over, but he was fine with that, because under the cover of Dory's yellow dress he slipped into Dory's panties and together with her bra he had everything he was looking for. He bid the girls adieu, left the tree fort, and went into his house.

“What's he going to do with my clothes?”

“You don't really want to know the answer to that question,” Hunky replied.

“Eww! Well how am I to get home?”

“I can sell you some of Jerry's clothes.”

“I don't have any Cartel money.”

“You have something else I want,” she said, drawing very near to Dory with a greedy smile. She already had Dory naked, so it only remained to get in the same state of undress, which she did in a flash.

Hunky had been waiting for this day for a very long time. When she kissed Dory it was silky and soft, like warm cotton candy. So right, Hunky thought, the embrace of two cushiony female bodies. She inhaled the clean fragrance of Dory's jet black hair, then bowed to suckle her large and dark nipples.

Dory also knew this day was coming for years, and now that it was finally here she sighed and gave in. She caressed the curve of Hunky's hips with a light touch, then dig her fingers into her smooth, yielding skin. Girlflesh pulled girlflesh mutually tight together. After a few moments both became wet, and flush, and they started rubbing over each other focusing only on the sweet, relentlessly building sensations of their sex, of clitoris nuzzling and slipping against clitoris.

“I love you!” they both kept affirming to each other, cooling the words, moaning the words, and the pleasure welled up in intensity and washed over Hunky like an electric wave. Over and over again, white hot ecstasy so great Hunky's awareness of anything else diminished, and she could only snarl Dory's name in her astonishment.

Then Hunky reached down to Dory's mush with her hand and quickly brought Dory to her own orgasm, signaled by an involuntary vocalization that uniquely said Dory was being overwhelmed by pleasure. But this was only the beginning.

Hunky and Dory found themselves immersed in a timeless enjoyment of each other's bodies. They crafted their lovemaking into pure physical joy, rising at last to a frantic thrashing as both girls climaxed a second time together, followed by an immediate emotional release so complete that both returned to themselves wearing tears on their faces as they gradually cooled off, muscles quivering, clenching involuntarily, pulsing like mighty earthquake aftershocks, until they drifted to sleep still wrapped in each other's arms and legs, holding hands, the wet warm folds of each other's labia pressed together in a mutual kiss, the ultimate in comfort.

The scriptures of the Hebrews didn't call what they just did an abomination but St. Paul thought it was unnatural, and it was definitely a sin in Church of End Dome theology. After their tree house sex on this day, the first of many such episodes, Hunky and Dory never stopped holding each other's hands unless they actually needed to use their hands. They were well and truly addicted to each other. Love is the greatest aphrodisiac.

The next day Jerry showed up at the draft board downtown, and when he stripped for his medical examination they saw him standing there wearing Dory's pink panties and bra.

“You want to tell me about it, son?” the doctor drawled. He himself was a local physician drafted to staff the entrance station.

He looked down at himself, then caught the doctor's eye. “I guess I'm a...homosexual.”

The Army NCO in charge of the processing station had heard this sort of thing before. The slackers thought it was an easy way out. He said, “Okay, then who's your boyfriend?”

Jerry had to think fast. He blurted out the name of the only male homosexual he actually knew, another boy his age from high school: “Aaron Anton.”

“That checks out,” the sergeant said. “We had that Aaron Anton guy in here last month. Queer as a football bat.”

The doctor stamped Jerry's paperwork 4F, which meant he could stay home. “Get yourself some help son,” he said, with a trace of disgust. Before 1973 homosexuality was considered a pathology by the medical community, perhaps like schizophrenia.

Jerry thought he would indeed take the doctors' advice and seek some help, but the kind of help he was looking for probably wasn't exactly what the doctor had in mind. Jerry hunted down Aaron Anton and turned his lie into reality. He thought of it as “deep cover”.

Aaron was quite a specimen of male beauty who was a little famous in his own way. He had posed in various styles of Jockey underwear for an illustrated catalog. Aaron was not hard to seduce at all once Jerry had steeled himself to override a lifetime of inhibitions. But what they did together plainly was an abomination in the law of Moses.

Jerry Shy Bear wasn't a girl who felt she was trapped in a boy's body, he was a boy who wished he was a girl. He had a simple case of Venus envy. That was why, growing up, he spent all his time playing with Hunky and Dory and Robyn rather than other boys his age.

When he was penetrated by Aaron there was some pain, despite Aaron's attempts to break him in gently, but growing from deep under the pain was a profoundly transcendental ecstasy associated with stimulation of the prostate. It fit well with Jerry's desire to be the passive, receptive one. He writhed on the bed until Aaron boiled over inside him.

To Aaron's disappointment Jerry found himself unable to reciprocate in the same way. So Aaron had Jerry lay on his back and pleasured him orally. Jerry let his back arch, legs stiffen, and mouth lay wide open as he felt a release far more satisfying than anything he had ever done for himself.

That was Jerry's first sex. He had no idea it could be like that. As he lay there in his sore bliss was willing to let Robyn go her own way and spend his entire life with Aaron Anton. But Aaron patted his ass with affection, lit a cigarette and said with a decadent purr, “Not much chance of that, boyo. I don't care about who I fuck, I only care about who else I fuck.”

So it only happened that one time for Jerry, but as events unfurled over the next few weeks there would be no way to keep his experience hidden from Robyn.

As she rode the bus home, Robyn thought about her situation, and the more she turned it over in her head, the worse her chances seemed. If her mother's house was staked out by the authorities, so would be the homes of everyone who had written her. Robyn remembered that her mail had been opened and read before it was given to her, so she had no doubt they had logged the address of each sender. That ruled out going to see Hunky, Dory, and Jerry.

Robyn guessed the Army or the FBI probably had the bus station in Wiley staked out too, waiting for her. The only chance Robyn could see was to make a phone call to her spiritual leader, Prophet Two Feathers, and explain her predicament. In the state capitol when the bus was delayed for about an hour, Robyn got out and made the call to the head of the End Dome Church from a pay phone with the last of her spare change.

Peter recommended that Robyn not go all the way to Wiley but remain there in the capital city instead. It was only about two or three hours away. He offered to drive out and meet her at a public park he knew was close to the bus station. At her urgent request, Peter also promised to bring along her three closest friends, taking great care to make sure he had shaken any “tails”.

Robyn thanked him with great sincerity, hung up, and made her way to the nearby park, where she could hide in the bushes and minimize the number of homeless girl sightings until she saw the Prophet and her friends. It would be just her luck to be busted by a cop for vagrancy or prostitution.

The Army did indeed have the bus station and Clara Lokken's house watched, but they didn't have enough resources in place that early in the game to tail any of Robyn's friends. Later when reported sightings of Robyn came in from the public (her bedraggled appearance after the river swim made her stand out), the Army would have people crawling all over Wiley, and the state capital too. But in the short space of time available to him, Peter Two Feathers was able to round up the rest of the Boda and take them by car over the mountains. His wife Deborah went along for the ride.

In the United States in 1943 there was wartime rationing of gasoline. Most people were entitled to only four gallons of gas a week. But Peter Two Feathers was an important clergyman who had to tend to his flock. He was allowed a Supplemental Mileage Ration C sticker which gave him up to an additional twelve gallons a week, the same as doctors and mail carriers. That was a lucky thing, because his Chrysler Town and Country wagon only got fifteen miles per gallon, even with its wooden doors, so he was going to burn eight gallons on this trip alone.

When they arrived in the downtown district of the capital city they split up and searched the park, calling Kim's name. She hustled out of the bush she was hiding in and faced Hunky.

“I'm not Kim Lokken anymore, Hunky. Call me Robyn.”

“I don't care what you want me to call you. It's good to see you again girlie girl!”

They embraced tightly. Hunky hadn't seen her for for more than a year. The others saw them and rushed over to take their turns hugging Kim and telling her how much they had missed her, which she already knew well from their letters. Two Feathers started his car and drove a half-circle around the park to the point closest to Robyn, where he threw open the doors and told them all to get in.

“I escaped from the Army,” Robyn told them as Jerry steered his vehicle towards the outskirts of the city. “So now I'm a fugitive.”

“What do you mean a fugitive?” Dory said. “So you left without checking with them, big deal.”

“They took rifle shots at me,” Robyn said, to underscore her assessment of being a fugitive.

There was silence in the car until they passed the city limits.

“You'll have to go underground,” Peter Two Feathers finally told her. “Literally. I'm prepared to help you do that, Kim, but this is the end of your life as you have known it.”

“I've already taken a step on my new life, sir,” she said. “I've discarded the name 'Kim' and now I answer only to Robyn.”

“Robyn what?”

“Just Robyn, sir. A single name, like Hunky.”

“I feel a little left out,” Dory said. “Okay, it's official, I'll drop Fuchs and just go by Dory now.”

“You girls knock yourselves dead,” Jerry said. “I'm staying Jerry Shy Bear.” But he still secretly wished he had been born a Jeri Shy Bear.

“Lee Hansen made his move,” Peter said, referring to the second ranking clergyman in the End Dome Church, the Apostle he appointed way back in 1917, and now regretted doing so. “He's helping the Army try to find you, Robyn. You won't be able to show your face anywhere in Wiley.”

“Why don't you just fire him, sir?” Hunky said. “You are the Prophet, after all. He's just the Apostle.”

“I did, but the schism is already in full bloom. He's leading the Whites to go their own way and he's already made himself the Prophet of the Reformed End Dome Church. There's a large faction of the Church that has never been able to stomach equality with the Red Wing.”

“I figure the mandatory cousin marriage thing has always been a bone tossed to them, sir,” Jerry said.

“That's correct,” Peter agreed. “No Red will ever be able to marry a White as long as that rule exists.”

“That rule is keeping me from marrying the one I love, sir.” Jerry said. “I have loved Kim – well I guess I better call her Robyn now – from the very first day I met her in school.”

“And you, Kim, do you love Jerry too?”

She thought about it for what seemed to Jerry a very long time. “Yes I do, sir. Very much.”

Peter Two Feathers saw a pawn shop on the outskirts of town and pulled into the parking lot. He went inside and bought two cheap rings. Then when they were well out of town he went off the main highway and drove to the end of a dead end gravel road that looked out upon the jagged peaks of the Enfilade Range far to the west.

So with Hunky and Dory and his own wife as witnesses, the Prophet Peter Two Feathers waived the law of the End Dome Church that required all marriages to occur between first or second cousins. “For this one occasion, Red will be united with White. And if your love is real, and bears fruit, then your offspring will belong to both Wings of the Church, and so will their children in turn. As the generations roll on, and your sons and daughters marry who they love, the breach between both Wings will be healed. This is both a joy and a burden I lay upon both of you, if you are willing to take it.”

After that, with the Prophet presiding, Jerry Shy Bear wed Kim “Robyn” Lokken, and exchanged vows, rings and kisses. The sun was sinking in the west behind thunderclouds piled high and the whole scene was lit by an otherworldly pink and orange. Even Hunky allowed her boyish mask to drop for a short time and cried real tears of joy.

For his wedding gift to Robyn, Peter Two Feathers appointed her the Apostle of the End Dome Church in the place of Lee Hansen, who had led the faithful into schism. This he did with the same absolute authority that he used to permit her to marry Jerry Shy Bear.

For his wedding gift to Jerry, Peter Two Feathers bequeathed to him the Golden Gift itself, without which Lee Hansen had no Church no matter what he did or said.

Jerry was almost afraid to touch the relic. “Sir, no, this is our most sacred object!”

Peter squeezed the Golden Gift to extend the purple beam of annihilation and demonstrate how it worked. “This is a tool. With it you will be able to move underground as easily as you move through the air. No walls, no safe, no fortress made by man will be inaccessible to you.” And he allowed the beam to retract, and placed the weapon in Jerry's hand.

“Please show it to me, husband,” Robyn said, and she extended her own hand, because when Peter was waving the weapon around she had seen something that sparked her curiosity. In the butt of the handle, the Golden Gift had the same hexagonal cup of 55 pins that were poking out of the back of Robyn's own head.

She unwrapped the Purple Cable that she had stolen from Olowade and had been wearing as a beld. Then she plugged one end into the base of her skull, where it met her neck. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she plugged the other end of the Purple Cable into the Golden Gift.

And instantly a direct connection was made between her and Binah. Human and star in union.

This was the moment of Incarnation. Binah poured his memories and personality into Robyn as fast as her newly modified brain could accept it.

The human mind who had been Robyn was diminished in strength to 29% of her original vividness. Her will or identity or “soul” no longer controlled her body. The person who had been Robyn was now outvoted but she didn't mind because there was no more original Robyn to mind.

A new person was formed on the spot, dominated by Binah by a factor of 71%. Yet this new person was influenced by the memories and personality of Robyn. Binah experienced the illusion of having been a female human being for eighteen years. Using Robyn's eyes, Binah looked at Robyn's hands, and around at Robyn's companions, and said, “This will be adequate.”

For Binah the elohim star, the experience of being human was more astonishing than he had anticipated. Binah the living star Proxima broke the connection by separating the Golden Gift from the Purple Cable, and he would silently contemplate the countless new things he knew until the next contact was made.

For Binah the human woman, it was all quite routine. Robyn-within would have found the experience of simultaneously being a woman and a star astonishing, but there was no more individual Robyn-within to be astonished. Yet it suited the new Binah/Woman to keep calling herself Robyn.

The first thing she said after breaking the connection was, “Peter, I made this little toy, and I approve of your choice to give it to Jerry.”

The Prophet realized he was now standing in the presence of his deity and sank to his knees.

This seemed to annoy Robyn a little bit. “Please get back up, Peter, I'm the friendliest god you'll ever meet. Formality is so boring.”

“Then you are a god?” Dory asked, not quite sure she understood what she heard.

“Well, if you want to get technical, I'm a star, actually. The closest one. They call it Proxima Centauri.”

Jerry was incredulous. “I'm married to a star?”

“A star-woman maybe. It's still me in here, Jerry. I'm still Robyn. But now I'm also Binah and we're going to have so much fun.” She moved in to embrace Jerry because a hug said a thousand words. He could feel it. She was still Robyn.

It was getting dark now. Robyn asked Peter to drive them all back to Wiley, and promised to fill them in on the way.

There was so much to say Robyn hardly knew where to start. In the two hours they had, she could only touch on the highlights, such as how the elohim were a living species no more or less divine than human beings were. She said, “Like humans, there was a time when elohim were not, but this was long ago, before galaxies, when the stars were much closer together.”

She spoke of other earths at Alpha Centauri where branches of the human family had been transplanted from Earth. These were the nephilim, adapted to survive on deadly Gorpai. “But they are not yet so different from the original human stock that you cannot interbreed,” Robyn told them.

She spoke of her arrangement with a star named Belial who granted Robyn-Binah access to the knowledge of all the elohim even as he kept Chokmah, El and Bat-El utterly in the dark. He did this because he knew Binah was perfectly capable of sending an “angel” through real space to Barnard's Star in about three thousand years and talking directly to an elohim who was not under Belial's control.

In return for the access, Binah was never to reveal what Belial was doing here to any other elohim. But that arrangement did not preclude telling the humans or nephilim (which is how Chokhmah, El and Bat-El learned of it, second-hand), nor did the bargain prevent Binah from transferring some the knowledge of the elohim, acquired over billions of years, to any of the planet-dwellers. “And that is what I now propose to do, if you help me,” Robyn said. “The world will never be the same again.”

On Robyn's direction, Peter took them by a woods road to the sacred pool at the base of End Dome where the Artifact was first ejected onto the summit of the hill way back in 1838. The only light was provided by the headlights of Peter's car parked at the gap in the ring mound around the pool.

She came close to Hunky and Dory, who were holding hands of course. Robyn laid her own hand on theirs. “If this means what I think it does, then congratulations to you too.”

Hunky beamed. “Thanks, Robyn!”

“How was it?”

Dory could only say, “Wow!”

Robyn smiled. “I know we've been apart for too long, but you'll have to wait a little longer. I need you to do something for me.”

“You name it,” Hunky said.

“I need you, somehow, to get that black thing we found in the rock mound under the Temple.”

“The one with the needles that pop out?” Dory asked, to make sure.

“That's the one.”

“How are we supposed to carry it without getting poked ourselves?” Hunky asked.

“You'll figure something out,” Robyn said. She gave Hunky the keys to Peter's car and she gave Dory the Purple Cable.

“Why do you need this black thing, didn't you make it?” Dory asked.

“I don't need to use it, I need it to keep anyone else from using it.”

“That makes sense!”

Robyn kissed both of them, and walked over to the edge of the pond where Jerry, Peter, and Deborah were waiting. She asked them all to have faith and follow her. Then she entered the icy pool with all her clothes on, inverting herself and kicking her feet to reach the bottom. They all followed after Robyn. Hunky and Dory were left standing alone.

They took Peter's station wagon to another part of the woods, near an abandoned mine shaft entrance that had never been boarded up, and left it there. Searchers would assume Robyn was hiding inside, and that would occupy them for a good while.

Hunky's plan involved the same deacon of the Church who had found them inside the cubby hole and locked up the supply room to keep them from returning. Dory would doll herself up and distract him with a little sex appeal while Hunky ramsacked his office and got the key.

It worked perfectly. Dory was quite the slut, chatting the deacon up with her suggestive talk while sitting close to the deacon in a Temple pew and letting the hem of her skirt rise just so. Meanwhile Hunky tried all the keys and found the one that opened the door to the supply room, which she removed from the chain before returning the rest of the keys to their exact original position in the deacon's office.

Everything was set for that evening. They would come to the sanctuary in the middle of the night to pray, then after making sure no one was watching, they would unlock the supply room, get the Artifact, and scram. Dory stored a flashlight in her purse to get ready for the raid. They never needed to do any of it.

The FBI had found Peter's car of course, and searched the network of mine shafts accessed by that old entrance, but they found nothing. It was like Robyn had dropped off the face of the earth. In their frustration, they set fire to the Temple, and razed the entire structure to the ground. And this too was an abomination. It was the abomination that makes desolate.

Overnight the entire End Dome Church became an outlaw “cult” subject to official persecution from the United States government. Lee Hansen's people had said too much and now Earl Roland didn't just want Robyn, he wanted the Golden Gift.

The following day Hunky and Dory shifted through the ashes on the very summit of End Dome. The rocky cairn had protected the Artifact from the immolating fire well enough. When they saw the black sphere laying inside there, open like a clam shell, they noticed there was handle inside each open section, which would permit it to be carried without drawing near to the outer surface and being skewered by a needle. Later, when they had the device well hidden in the woods near the sacred pool, they allowed themselves to be skewered anyway, so they could be just like Robyn.