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Energy

By: mistress3022



She was fed up. They had been arguing for weeks. After every one he would promise better things, but so far nothing. Only more arguing and tears. She was not a patient person, and this was just taking too long. First about on thing and then another, it was getting ridiculous. Counseling didn't seem to do much, and yelling and screaming did help either. But somehow that is always what it came to. She wanted some release. After an argument she would be so hot, she just wanted to go down on him right then and there, but it didn't feel "appropriate." He would just sit there with his head down, and she hated it. 

This particular day it was a very stupid argument that she felt mostly responsible for. Like most of the others, it had been blown out of proportion. She had a piece of a thought about something he may have lied about, and when he couldn't answer the question to her satisfaction, she got mad. The more he talked, the more unresolved things looked, the more impatient she became. "Just fuck me." If only she could get it out. But she didn't know how it would be received. Then things got heated. The fight, not the sex. She slapped him. Sometimes she felt like that was the only way to get through to him when he was just muttering. It did. He jumped out of bed and looked as if he wanted to scream. His eyes got red from frustration and he began to raise his voice. He began to pace and fidget. 

Most people would be afraid at this point, but not Anna. She had been waiting forever to see some emotion come out of Jeff. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her and that sometimes it was just hard. When you live with someone who overanalyzes everything, life is difficult. Usually during arguments he just sat there. But lately there was something else; strength, emotion, passion. He got so mad he hit the bed, not because he wanted to hit her, but because he was upset that he couldn't get this right. This marriage, this life, and this person he wanted to be. Why was it so damn hard? She remembered him yelling in the street the night before. He yelled about how much he hated the person that he was and the things that he did to her. How he hated everything that wasn't her, and how he could not live without her. She hated to see him cry. She wanted to kiss him right there. But she was stubborn. 

Usually by this time she would be yelling and screaming with him, but she couldn't. She had had enough yelling and screaming over the past few weeks. She never wanted to yell or scream again. So she tried a different approach. She started taking a few deep breaths. She told herself to calm down, and with the most loving look on her face she lay back on the bed, and beckoned him to hold her. As he crawled up toward her chest she moved the sheets to wrap her legs around him. He lays his head on her chest like a toddler who is ready for bed. He likes to hear her heart beat and feel her soft breasts on his face. She could feel the tension in his big shoulders. She felt bad, but she was also getting turned on. She loved her husband's body. He had muscles in all the right places. He was the most attractive man she had ever seen. "Just give it all to me." She said in a soothing voice. "All of that energy, give put it into me, sweetie." Then he started squeezing.

He just lay there on top of her helpless, holding on to her for dear life. She was starting to have trouble breathing, but she just lay there. She was completely nude, so she could feel every bit of him, and it was making her nipples hard. She wanted them to be close. Intimate the way that man and woman were meant to be. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted all the fighting to be over. She just wanted him to fuck her brains out. 

Then the kissing started. At first it was slow and unsure, but when she didn't object, it got harder. She could feel his hands begin to caress her back. First it was on her chest above her breast. That was innocent enough, but then it turned into sucking and licking. He knew that she couldn't resist having her nipples played with. When he heard her moan it sent him over the edge. With one hand he reached down and ripped off her panties. He looked as if he was in a different place. His eyes were wild like an animal, but intent. It seemed that he was intent on giving Anna what she wanted. 

Laying there in shock all Anna could do is enjoy it. Her husband was usually timid about bedroom issues. This is the man who doesn't want to touch her head when she is going down on him. He just thinks it's "wrong." But now he was uninhibited and strong. Almost like an animal. She looked down at her timid husband licking and sucking at her nipples. He looked up at her with a look that made the sheets underneath her wet. He moaned with pleasure as he saw her nipples get harder. All he wanted was to hear her scream in ecstasy. He started kissing his way down her stomach and biting her inner thighs. Jeff spread Anna's legs open and began to lick and suck with such fervor, she almost came right then. She had never felt him like this before. Usually it is routine, almost mechanical. Now she could actually feel his emotion pouring into her. His mission was clear, and Anna knew that he would achieve it. She couldn't control herself. She looked down at him ravaging her. She leaned her head back and let out a moan of pure ecstasy. Her orgasm was so intense that her legs we shaking violently. She didn't know what to do. She looked up at him as he was licking his lips and simply said "Fuck me."

As she was catching her breath he was pulling his pants down. Even his penis looked hungry for sex. It was pulsating with veins sticking out. It was turning red, like it was angry it had not had a turn to please his wife. He replied swiftly by sliding oh so gently into her. Then the pounding began. She was still so sensitive from the orgasm that she nearly came again. But she wanted to save it. She dug her nails into his shoulders. She was watching him fuck her to death. She loved watching Jeff's body during sex, but this was all too much. She moaned loudly and whispered in his ear "Harder?" As she did this his speed increased and he started grunting! She could feel the muscles working in his back and ass. He reached down and grabbed her bottom for maximum penetration. Anna could feel every inch of him. He was filling her. That in addition to the sounds coming from her husband was too much for Anna. Just as she started feeling the muscle contractions in her vagina, he let out a moan. Not like before, but one like he just couldn't hold it in. Three years and they had never had simultaneous orgasms. Until now. He collapsed onto her chest.

Their chests were heaving as they tried to regain themselves. When he finally looked up at her, he was smiling. "Thank you."

She looked a little confused. "For what?" she asked. 

"For making things better. You always seem to know how to make things better." She held his head to her breasts. Better they were.

Energy



Faustus Mortal is a fictional character. He is reified by an avatar in SecondLife, a 3D Virtual Reality site in cyberspace. While fictional, he does embody certain characteristics common to all celibate cenobites: namely, he practices fasting, meditation, and prayer. Those who embrace the ascetic lifestyle generally do so to better themselves or to secure the blessings of the Supreme Being on their people or on their land. One should cautiously avoid any personification of the "Supreme Being." A persistent characteristic of human religions is to create anthropomorphic deities. Mankind always seems to desire divine beings as having human attributes or human likeness. 

Faustus spent much of his life in graduate school. He attained "advanced degrees" and became a candidate for a doctor of philosophy in physics. It is well-known and universally documented that graduate students in physics are the most arrogant and condescending of those in all other academic disciplines. Faustus proposed a theory that the hydrogen nucleus, the proton, could be decomposed into pure energy by the suitable manipulation of some intrinsic properties. Despite his perfect grades, stellar scores on the Graduate Record Examination (GRE), and sterling research record, he was ushered out of graduate work in physics. After struggling with jobs in the civilian sector, Faustus became the recluse. He formulated a scenario in support of his theory. Despite being ostracized from academia, he still believed that there was a clean, cheap, copious source of energy. This source would literally exist until the end of time. 

Contemplating on the very beginning of the universe and the evolution of intelligent life on earth, Faustus reached some profound conclusions. First, the ultimate truth will burst forth. This is wisdom; some say the feminine face of the Supreme Being. Should an idea be set forth and rejected, it smolders and builds momentum as molten magma under a lava dome, only to spew forth at some future time and place. Yet many may suffer and want unnecessarily in the period of waiting. There is an ultimate paradox in knowledge. "If history only teaches us one lesson, it's that we learn no lessons from history." If we learn no lessons then we have not learned one. If, on the other hand, we have learned one or more lessons then we have learned no lessons at all. But the meaning, while ambiguous and a conundrum of rhetoric, is crystal clear to the pedestrian observer.

Faustus reckoned that in the beginning there was only the mind of the Supreme Being. And from nothing positive and negative, the electron and the positron, were formed and annihilated. Then, for some unknown reason, an asymmetry made the positron unfurl from a standing wave to a larger sphere. The sphere was of radius (4*pi)^3, where pi = 3.1415926535898.... Yet this was unstable and radiated a shock wave of magnitude (48*pi-8/pi)*Me*c^2, where Me is the rest mass of the electron (or positron) and c is the velocity of light in a vacuum. Thus the universe was spawned. The basic geometry of creation hidden from man's grasp. It is an axiom of the occult that if one should learn the name of the Supreme Being and recite it backwards, creation itself would be undone. So it might come to pass that the proton may be unwrapped or pushed to the unstable particle at the moment of the Big Bang, yielding copious energy. Such an energy spring would be virtually limitless, clean, and cheap. It would be as abundant as the basic element of the universe. And, as entropy is the arrow of time and determined by the presence of matter itself, the energy would be until the moment of the ultimate "heat death" of the known universe. 

Dreams and visions of the geometry and the plausible scenarios plagued Faustus no end. Fasting, meditation, and prayer would not dispel this daemon of secular power and light. Indeed, the very thought that something other than fossil fuel could power the industrial, agricultural, and commercial interests of earth is worse than heresy. It is a dangerous thing to threaten the hegemony of the fossil fuel fellowship. After all, the triple triumvirate of oil, natural gas, and coal own the federal government lock, stock, and (oil) barrel. This is axiomatic and undisputed. This is the ultimate reality: "What's good for Old King Coal is good for the USA!" 

Faustus vowed to return to academia and pursue his ultimate quest of cheap, clean, copious energy. But he suffered a fatal flaw. Every character has a fatal flow. Hamlet's was indecision. Achilles' was his heel. Faustus never realized that he would grow old. For sure he had witnessed senile old professors holding on to their tenured sinecures and pontificating as if they were still creative. But they were only wandering well-worn ways and plucking low-hanging fruit from the much-decayed tree of obsolete technology and ancient scholasticism. General McArthur returned to the Philippines, but Faustus would not return to graduate school. That true statement became apparent. Only the way of the ascetic cenobite was available. When all else fails, pray for a miracle. There is always hope that faith will produce a miracle. Hope may make a fine breakfast but is it a mighty poor supper! 

Faustus found model after model for the amazing number 64*pi^3-48*pi+8/pi. But none would satisfy the pedants of academia. He could not prove the formula without the necessary coursework and he could not get the coursework because the formula was considered a mere coincidence and had "no mathematical merit." It was the classic "Catch 22." One is damned if one does and damned if one doesn't. One must publish but to publish one must derive the formula but one cannot derive the formula unless one can publishes it. Only one outside of academia could step up and pass between the horns of this dilemma. But she would not. So everything stood at top dead center. The number did factor. The remarkable factorization was 4*pi*(4*pi-1/pi)*(4*pi-2/pi). But this had so many pi's that it was considered a joke and something for bakers to apply.

The original paradigm also yielded many other remarkable coincidences. The prime of which was the relationship Mn/Me -- Mp/Me = ln(4*pi), where ln(•) is the natural logarithm. This would explain a mass defect and give some indication as to why the neutron was both unstable and had a long half-life of some eleven minutes. The series expansion of the natural logarithm converges very slowly. But the academics hooted and scoffed. Faustus continued his meditation and prayer, hoping that there might still be some way to create clean, cheap, copious energy. Gasoline for twenty-five cents a gallon (before tax) and electricity too cheap to meter (just pay for the 100 ampere fuse) were frequent visions. But reality was choking them out. The fossil fuel fellowship was not about to part with their stranglehold on the American consumer. 

What of the unstable particle? Is it pure coincidence that the number (4*pi)^3 is slightly over 1984. And what a year 1984 was! But that is shear coincidence. Still it is unusual. What type of research would prove the existence of such an unstable particle? Could this be something that a layman might try to construct in his garage? Sophisticated scientific equipment is the domain of those same academics that refused to admit Faustus to their community. Yet, should some time in the future his paradigm be proven correct, you can bet your bottom dollar that they will be first in line to claim credit for the discovery. And what of those who are paying high prices for energy? For sure they will continue to dump trillion of tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere! The fossil fuel fellowship will reap windfall profits as noxious, toxic, lachrymatory, and regurgitory [sic] effluent vapors befoul the air. No reputable scientist will deny global warming, today. 

Would comely supplications, divine oblations, exquisite offerings, and expensive sacrifices save the environment and provide cheap, clean, copious energy? Well, it seems like that is the last hope. Old Faustus Mortal is just a character in cyberspace. Of course, a fictional character may be better known in the future than any public figure of the present day. What if Faustus and his arcane, bizarre, Byzantine, obtuse theories prove correct? 

Faustus postulated that the Supreme Being ordained the ultimate evolution of intelligence. The final form is another matter, however. He felt that intelligence in general, and human intelligence in particular, did not evolve merely to die in its own excrement, poisoned by an atmosphere laden with Carbon Dioxide and pollution. In the beginning the oceans where alleged to be a chemical soup of long-chain hydrocarbons, amino acids, and organic compounds. Somehow replicating chains of Carbon, Hydrogen, and Oxygen came into existence. These primitive molecules, like the virus of today, were intermediate between what we consider living and what we now consider organic, non-biological. They reduced the carbon compounds into water and carbon dioxide. The first greenhouse effect came into being. The first live consisted of bacteria-like protozoa. It was the miracle of chlorophyll that sparked the beginning of life as we have come to know and understand it. Chlorophyll required more than Oxygen, Hydrogen, and Carbon. The element Nitrogen was incorporated with the first three in the elemental, proto-bacteria. Magnesium (Mg) a metal was required to allow the first primitive plants to "split water" and turn water and carbon dioxide into simple sugars and free Oxygen (O2). Then the slow spiral up the periodic table began for life, animal and human. The human body is much more than simply of bag of organic carbon compounds and water. Iron, Zinc, Potassium, each is required for complex mammals and vertebrates. Yet the heavy metals remain poisonous.

Biological evolution is chemical. No biological being can determine via its chemistry the isotope of one of its building blocks. Carbon-14 is indistinguishable from the usual Carbon-12; however, it is an unstable isotope. Over time Carbon-14 decays into Nitrogen. The living organisms, however, have no machinery to distinguish such. Man made his quantum leap forward with the harnessing of fire. The use of fire opened Pandora's Box, as it were. Yet the great advances were still classical chemical in nature. It would take the great patriotic war (World War Two) to bring forth nuclear chemistry. At that time the isotopes of Uranium were employed to create a terrible weapon of mass destruction. Later there were peaceful uses of nuclear energy. Intelligence alone was able to construct the periodic table and consider the opportunities afforded by nuclear chemistry. 

Lower life forms can manipulate chemistry. There are eels in the water that can even produce electricity! But only human intelligence can manipulate the nucleus of the atom. The sun is a huge fusion reactor. Man learned both fusion and fission, but has yet to harness fusion. Only the Hydrogen Bomb attests to man's basic understanding of nuclear fusion and its potential as a source for energy. Now Faustus proposes yet the next step in energy. The ultimate source of energy is obtained by the total annihilation of matter, the complete conversion of matter into energy. And, for the elements at the other end of the periodic table, there is another possibility: "cold fission," the acceleration of isotopic radioactive decay by altering the isotope's half-life. But that is another story of its own! What model would indicate a process or procedure seemingly in violation of the Fundamental Law of Radioactive Decay? We touched on one when we created the phenomenon of chain reaction, "hot fission," so to speak. 

Every freshman in college algebra learns that the number pi, about 3.1415926535898..., is a transcendental irrational number. They quickly grasp the idea of an irrational number but the transcendental part sounds more like dentistry than mathematics. What is not generally discussed is that for some 5,000 years the number pi was considered a physics constant and not a mathematical one. One fine day an expression for pi was found mathematically. Now there is a plethora of processes to generate pi. There is a saying that if history only teaches us one lesson it's that we learn no lessons from history. This is a contradiction, it is a paradox. But the meaning is clear. 

Pi was dimensionless, like any ratio of any two objects with the same units of measurement (physical units). Unlike the golden ration (written as the Greek letter "phi"), pi was not algebraic. It would take much mathematical sophistication to recognize its true character. Why would one not be surprised to see this same problem crop up again? Many physicists believe that the fine structure constant (written as the Greek letter "alpha") is, like pi, a pure mathematical construct. Faustus once suggested an approximation to the dimensionless ratio of the mass of the proton to the mass of the electron. Written symbolically it is 4pi(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi) = 1836.15.... But it was rejected because it required a proof. Of course the proof would require some background work. But entry to graduate school was denied. The formula was obviously a coincidence and therefore couldn't be proven. Besides, there were no vacant chairs in the graduate classes; the graduate program was already full. And there was a cornucopia of highly motivated, young, erudite students from the People's Republic of China (PRC). Everyone knows that the ratio of the mass of the proton to the mass of the electron, albeit a dimensionless constant, can never, ever have a mathematical representation. That would be preposterous, absurd, ludicrous! Mn/Me has no mathematical underpinnings. How could there be a geometric model for such a purely physical constant? 

When two or more atomic particles fuse together, the mass of the newly created particle is generally not the sum of the masses of its constituents. If their combined mass is less than the sum of the masses of the components, it is called the mass defect. If it is greater, then the extra mass is called the mass excess. Stable particles exhibit a mass defect. Unstable particle have a mass excess. These numbers, mass defect and mass excess, are carefully calculated and studied. Heretofore they exhibited no pattern other than their relative order on the periodic table. There was no quantitative function to describe the mass excess from a model. Faustus' model predicted a mass excess in the neutron, an indication of its instability. A simple integral produced a multiple of the rest mass of the electron. The mass of the neutron differed from the mass of the proton by a constant times the rest mass. If Mn/Me is the ratio of the mass of the neutron to the mass of the electron and if Mp/Me is the ratio of the mass of the proton to the mass of the electron then: Mn/Me -- Mp/Me = ln(4pi), where ln(•) is the natural logarithm and pi = 3.1415926535898..., the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. The paradigm has yielded two results. But they must be pure coincidence. There can be no mathematical significance. 

The sun is a huge nuclear reactor, converting Hydrogen ions into Helium. From the sun the solar wind fluxes out alpha particles (Helium nuclei), beta particles (free electrons), and gamma rays (high frequency electromagnet waves). This is a natural process. The atomic bomb relies on nuclear fission, or the splitting of atoms by the process of nuclear chain reaction. Fission by means of a chain reaction does not occur in nature. Only the intellect of man can fathom such a process. The solar fusion has only been created on earth as a result of the fission process. Mankind is mastering the secrets of the atom, albeit very slowly. The transistor and the laser never occur naturally. The application of quantum mechanics explains these phenomena. Other processes are less well quantified and explained by the models arising from Maxwell's Equations, the Schrödinger Wave equation, and the tensor calculus of relativity theory. These theories are grand, but they fail to indicate anything about the dimensionless physical constants. Is it unreasonable to expect a Galilean reference system in micro-studies? Certainly it is a limiting case. 

Understanding the how's and why's of nature puts mankind one step closer to his eventually hegemony over nature herself. Or, a worse a man might learn to survive in a symbiotic relationship in nature. Better still is a cheap, copious, clean source of energy. With sufficient energy, water can be recycled, food grown in layers beneath the earth surface, again free from blights and insects. Much has been pointed out about the mass defect and mass excess of several elements and how it makes them stable. Yet nothing much is understood or said about the calculating and approximating the mass defect or mass excess. Only the theory that brought you a very good approximation to Mp/Me, the ratio of the mass of proton to the mass of electron, could successfully push a second approximation and proffer a theory for cheap, clean energy until the end of time. The formula is that of mass excess: Mn/Me - Mp/Me = ln(4pi). 

Energy Short Story

The discussion had been heated. Avatars representing the fossil fuel fellowship had debated those concerned with global warming. There could be little doubt where the money lay. The fossil fuel avatars were immaculately tailored, expensively textured, and personally detailed. The avies of the concerned, laity and scientist alike were stock skins. The fossil fuel females were gorgeous to behold. Their skins were absolutely breathtaking, detailed, and exquisite. These were the most beautiful women in the known universe. And they were paired with the masculine nobility from the court of Old King Coal! None could be more handsome or debonair than the Knights of Carbon Dioxide. 

The debate had done little to settle anything. The proponents of fossil fuel had confounded the arguments of the environmentalists. The scholars had employed ridicule, hyperbole, and contorted facts against the fossil fuel fellowship. There were the alarmists with their statistics and extrapolations. It was the usual "Dog and Pony Show." After Octanus Diesel and Faustus Mortal crossed paths. These two were long time acquaintances. Octanus and Faustus had been in graduate school together. Octanus wrote a successful doctoral dissertation entitled "The Ultimate Energy Source: Fossil Fuels." Not only did it fast track him to a PhD but also secured a lucrative grant from the vested interests of petroleum, natural gas, and coal. Faustus, on the other hand, worked with the most limited resources in the field of alternative renewable energy sources. After years of stiff opposition from the fossil fuel fellowship, he left academia and became a celibate cenobite.

The world is a crazy place. There are exactly two vestiges of the feudal system deeply entrenched in the first world. They are in academia, which worships the terminal degree, and in the established traditional church. Over time the imbalance of academia was reflected by the church. Ridicule is a very strong weapon. The tenured faculty was very sensitive to criticism. The fact that Faustus had expended eighteen years in graduate school brought cries from the congregation of the faithful to award him a terminal degree. Now advanced in years, there would be no chance for him to obtain a sinecure or funding for research. The degree would be a cheap atonement for the arrogant hegemony of the fossil fuel fellowship. 

Octanus Diesel: Faustus! It's been a coon's age. Where have you been?

Octanus Diesel: We just got an "island" with evolving graphics!

Faustus Mortal: I still have a tiny apartment in a low-prim neighborhood.

Octanus Diesel: You should come back to academia. We need someone to tease.




Energy



Faustus Mortal: What's the matter?

Faustus Mortal: People complaining about your biased energy solutions?

Faustus Mortal: I thought that you owed the government, lock, stock, and barrel?

Faustus Mortal: Oil barrel, that is.

Octanus Diesel: Well, money talks and cash shouts. 

Octanus Diesel: Have you noticed the price of gas lately?

Octanus Diesel smiles.

Faustus Mortal: I am not a driver, that is, I don't own a motor car.

Octanus Diesel opens a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. A jingle from the 1950s starts to play. The streaming audio combines lyrics and melody: "Where there's a man, there's a Marlboro. Filter, flavor, flip-top box." 

Faustus Mortal: That is a disgusting, filthy habit!

Octanus Diesel: But it's so enjoyable, Faustus. 

Faustus Mortal: Well, I need to be getting home. 

Octanus Diesel: Let me give you a ride in my new car. ((Don't teleport.))

Faustus Mortal: Is it that huge black monster parked over there? 

Octanus Diesel: Yes. It is a Uranus-12. Twelve cylinders, fuel injected!

Faustus Mortal: I thought the twelve was for twelve miles per gallon.

Octanus Diesel: No, as a matter of fact, it gets eight miles per gallon.

Octanus Diesel smiles.

The Conversation with Faustina Mortal

Faustus Mortal sees a woman approach.

Faustus Mortal: Greetings, I am Faustus, this is my place of meditation.

Faustina Mortal: I am Faustina.

Faustus Mortal: My name predates yours.

Faustina Mortal: My name is eternal.

Faustus Mortal: There are only two things that last forever, death and taxes.

Faustina Mortal: There is no death.

Faustus Mortal: There is heat death at the end of the universe.

Faustus Mortal: The entropy of the universe increases and it is finite.

Faustina Mortal: You should look to faith.

Faustus Mortal: I have faith in rock and roll as well as mathematics.

Faustus Mortal: God created the natural numbers and everything else is man's.

Faustus Mortal: And it began with zero, the whole number that is not natural.

Faustus Mortal: Zero has a hole in it, that's why it is a whole number.

Faustus Mortal: It's like the sound "oh," which represents the lip synch.

Faustina Mortal covers her ears.

Faustina Mortal: Such secular speech! Have you no fear of the Almighty?

Faustus Mortal: Yes, on the Aides of April!

Faustina Mortal: The Aides of April?

Faustus Mortal: Yes, the fifteenth of April is income tax day!

Faustus Mortal ROTFLMAO. 

Faustina Mortal is disgusted.

Faustus Mortal: So, Lady Faustina, what brings you here?

Faustus Mortal: This is a coenobitic refuge for myopic scholars!

Faustina Mortal: I have heard through conversation with the religious that you are proposing a solution to global warming and the raping of the earth to extract dirty fossil fuels. I came to see if there be any truth therein.

Faustus Mortal: So what? 

Faustus Mortal quotes Sharon Stone.

Faustus Mortal: So what? Who (expletives deleted) you in the parking lot?

Faustina Mortal is confused.

Faustus Mortal: Once, in graduate school, I had to commute a long distance.

Faustus Mortal: I had once opened the Kabala. (But it was not a book.)

Faustus Mortal: I asked Yahweh himself to give me the recipe for energy.

Faustus Mortal: The one-size-fits-all formula for cheap, clean, copious energy.

Faustus Mortal: That was a mistake.

Faustus Mortal: "Be careful what you ask (pray) for, you just might get it."

Faustus Mortal: I got it and I was totally screwed.

Faustina Mortal: How so?

Faustus Mortal: Because the formula came without derivation.

Faustus Mortal: It's like getting a VCR without an instruction manual.

Faustina Mortal: A "VCR"?

Faustus Mortal: Forget it.

Faustina Mortal: I heard that you saw some geometry. Do tell!

Faustus Mortal: I have been ushered out of academia.

Faustus Mortal: I have grown old and must work. There is no more time left.

Faustus Mortal: What good is geometry anyway?

Faustus Mortal: Isaac Newton is reported to have smiled only once in his entire life. That what the occasion when a student asked him: "What good is geometry." 

Faustina Mortal: I have come a long ways through time and space.

Faustina Mortal: Tell me this geometry! This image!

Faustus Mortal: Not much to tell. In the beginning there was nothing.

Faustus Mortal: Then matter was formed separating the positive from negative.

Faustus Mortal: But unequally. Like infrared and ultraviolet---artery blood red and bright pale blue---the dichotomy of Yin/Yang, the duality of the Tao of physics, etc.

Faustina Mortal: ah.

Faustina Mortal: And this will save mankind? Reverse global warming?

Faustus Mortal: Probably not. Fossil fuel owns the government.

Faustus Mortal: Old King Coal has 300 more years to reign.

Faustus Mortal: He will reign until the sky is blacked (see "The Matrix") and mankind is the slave of the beast (the sentient computer being). Barcodes on forehead and hand, and all that silly jazz!

Faustina Mortal: ah.

Faustina Mortal: You must follow your dream! You must!

Faustus Mortal: The only two things that I "must" do are live until I die and die. There are only two things certain: death and taxes. And it's near tax day again. Even sin gets taxed these days. And that's not the syntax of the grammar either! I have things that I have to do---obligations. And I only have one vice---a fond and vain thing it is as well---but in cyberspace I enjoy the sensual, sultry, sensuous beauty of the avatars!

Faustina Mortal: Those are the works of Satan! The world, the flesh, and the devil! That is vanity, the lies and false promises of Lucifer.

Faustus Mortal: I have my doubts about all that jazz.

Faustus Mortal: Look! I am a non-drinking, non-smoking, non-gambling, law-abiding, tax-paying, church-going citizen. I support those I am obligated to support and contribute to the mainstream charities. You would have me cast myself into the uncertainties of abstract physics and apostatize from my civil duties, responsibilities, and role? That is pure claptrap. Celibate cenobite, yes---boneheaded idiot I am not!

Faustus Mortal: In three-dimensional human animation that which is prohibited, illegal, immoral, impossible, or obtuse can occur. The libido can expand. You would have me endure the horrors of graduate school and academia again? No way Lady! I might be crazy but I'm not stupid.

Faustina Mortal: The wisdom of the world is folly. The knowledge of the world is foolishness.

Faustus Mortal: Yeah, and if there be a god, then I'm sure that he would be pissed off at man for blaming religion on him! (But God is probably a "she" anyway, all the more reason to be mad at men and their ideas. It is a true statement and worthy of all to be received that there is no damned good in men.) 

Faustina Mortal: How can you speak that way?

Faustus Mortal: Easily. It's the truth.

Faustus Mortal: Now leave me. You have your image of the creation of all matter at the moment of the big bang. You know the asymmetry. But for the actual number, none believes me, so why put it out? I am now studying the roots of the defining equation. y(x) = x^3 - 12*x + 32/x. I know that one root is x=2 and that the other is between x=2.8284271247461 and x=2.8284271247462. I also want to find its minimum. This biquadratic curve may hold some answers. But, like most things, it is probably just another cul-de-sac. Most mathematical ideas are culs-de-sac. 

Faustina Mortal exits, unsatisfied.

Faustus Mortal continues his explorations into numerology, the occult, the Byzantine, and the esoteric. 

~ End 4/15/2007 ~

The conversation between Phillip Buster, lawmaker, and Octanus Diesel, PhD, lobbyist over a theoretical energy source.

Octanus Diesel: You seem worried today, Congressman Buster.

Phillip Buster: It's the energy situation. It keeps worsening.

Octanus Diesel: The taxes are a percentage of the cost!

Phillip Buster: Yes, but some of my constituents want action.

Phillip Buster: And what is to be done in the long run as well?

Phillip Buster: And those global warming people are getting votes!

Octanus Diesel: Global warming may be real, but it's very distant.

Octanus Diesel: It is just an intellectual curiosity today.

Octanus Diesel: The tenured infants just want more say, more attention.

Octanus Diesel: They are grandstanding and being overly dramatic.

Phillip Buster: That is true but shouldn't we be throwing some money into alternative fuels, renewable energy sources?

Octanus Diesel: No.

Octanus Diesel: I wrote my doctoral dissertation on energy, got my PhD in physics. (smiles) "The Ultimate Energy Source: Fossil Fuel." Coal is the answer. It's just that simple!

Phillip Buster: Are you sure? Is there no other alternative?

Octanus Diesel: Wind, geothermal, hydroelectric, organic fuels are too lean.

Octanus Diesel: They aren't energy rich enough and too local!

Octanus Diesel: And nuclear? It's the dumbest way to boil water ever.

Octanus Diesel: (Guffaws)

Phillip Buster: True. (Chuckles) Still, there is the disturbing question.

Octanus Diesel: What is that?

Phillip Buster: There is some ascetic with a theory for the ultimate energy.

Octanus Diesel: Faustus? The celibate cenobite?

Phillip Buster: Precisely. Several believe in him.

Octanus Diesel: And they are fools. The future is coal. Plain and simple.

Phillip Buster: But I like the idea of clean, cheap, copious energy.

Phillip Buster: Others might too!

Octanus Diesel: Don't be a fool. That nonsense is a fad.

Phillip Buster: Still, his theory of space travel is consistent and pragmatic.

Phillip Buster: The fuel is the interstellar matter. 

Phillip Buster: Constant acceleration makes for artificial gravity.

Phillip Buster: And the total annihilation of the proton for energy!

Octanus Diesel: Impossible. Total rubbish.

Phillip Buster: He has some numbers. Figures don't lie.

Octanus Diesel: But liars figure. Look, if there was a possibility, we would be on it. Academia loves to stand at the cutting edge and proffer new theories. But his ideas have never been presented to an academic audience. *He is nothing but a bluff.* All he talks about is "smoke and mirrors."

Phillip Buster: Perhaps. But what if there is a kernel of truth?

Octanus Diesel: Then plant it and see if it sprouts!

Octanus Diesel: He isn't part of academia.

Phillip Buster: He claims that he has been booted by the fossil fuel fellowship.

Octanus Diesel: Preposterous. We don't want hegemony over research.

Octanus Diesel: The scholars accuse us of being like the cigarette companies.

Octanus Diesel: Why we even offer web sites looking for alternative energies.

Phillip Buster: But isn't it true that you simply "buy out" and alternative?

Phillip Buster: Buy out an alternative source and keep it from the market?

Octanus Diesel: Absurd! We aren't just about money, power, and greed.

Octanus Diesel: We want the world to be a better place.

Phillip Buster: That's precisely why I want to be re-elected forever.

Octanus Diesel: Forget about that silly proton annihilation. Focus "fossil."

Phillip Buster: You always set my mind right Octanus. Thank you so much.

~ End 4/26/2007 ~

Faustina Mortal is debating Octanus Diesel, PhD, on the issue of fossil fuels versus the environment.

Faustina Mortal: No respectable scientist denies global warming.

Octanus Diesel: True, but many overestimate it. There is no shortage of alarmist. There are even those predicting the end of days!

Faustina Mortal: No one can know the end of time! But I am concerned about energy. There are those among us who feel that intelligent life need not die in its own excrement.

Faustina Mortal: There are many who think that there is a clean, cheap, copious energy source. 

Octanus Diesel: Yes, there really is! It is coal!

Faustina Mortal: It is not coal. Coal is dirty.

Octanus Diesel: Technology can make it clean.

Faustina Mortal: It is poisoning the environment and spewing out suffocating green house gases like Carbon Dioxide. 

Octanus Diesel: Coal is king! And what do you mean by clean, copious, and cheap?

Faustina Mortal: Electricity too cheap to meter, just pay a flat rate each month for the fuse and hook up.

Faustina Mortal: Gasoline, twenty-five cents a gallon, plus tax of course.

Faustina Mortal: Potable water from the sink. Tap water that is safe to drink by children and pregnant women as well.

Octanus Diesel: You are starting to sound like that loony old hermit Faustus!

Faustina Mortal: Faustus has same amazing numbers. He has a very close approximation to the proton-to-electron mass ratio as well as to the different of the neutron-to-electron less the proton-to-electron ratio.

Octanus Diesel: His numbers are way wrong. He is many standard deviations from a correct result. 

Faustina Mortal: Isn't it true that once some years ago his results agreed almost perfectly with the published figures?

Octanus Diesel: Yes, but that was a long time ago.

Octanus Diesel: We have made corrections and adjustments.

Faustina Mortal: Tell me some of these "adjustments'?

Octanus Diesel: They're too deep and complicated to try and explain to a layman.

Octanus Diesel: Just assume that I am correct and proceed from there.

Faustina Mortal: Science comes down hard on religion. But scientists hide their work behind facades of complicated mathematics and convoluted experiment. 

Octanus Diesel: I'll drink to that!

Octanus Diesel: Most cannot understand the how's and why's of nature. Trust me, Faustus is in error.

Octanus Diesel: His numbers just don't jibe. 

Faustina Mortal: His theory is weak. But the clever recipe for the numbers came from some celebrity? 

Octanus Diesel: He claims from Sharon Stein. 

Octanus Diesel: Can't be true, she's blond!

Faustina Mortal: Isn't her IQ 154 on the Stanford-Benet scale? (On that scale the standard deviation is 154. 

Sharon Stein walks by, hears her name, and approaches. 

Sharon Stein: Do I hear my name mentioned?

Octanus Diesel: Hello Lady, I am Octanus and my opponent here is none other than Faustina the tree hugger. 

Faustina Mortal: Environmentalist!

Faustina Mortal speaks to Sharon Stein.

Faustina Mortal: Did you come up with the formulas, especially that "mass excess" of Ln(4pi)?

Sharon Stein: Perhaps?

Faustina Mortal: How did you discover it?

Sharon Stein: An apple fell and struck me on my head.

Octanus Diesel laughs.

Sharon Stein: OK fine.

Octanus Diesel: You are wise to distance yourself from those idle speculations and absurd coincidences.

Octanus Diesel: Faustus never published. 

Faustina Mortal: I have it on good authority that you refused him admission to graduate school in physics.

Faustina Mortal: Refused to let him try, even though he had stellar grades, astronomical GRE scores, and glowing letters of recommendation. 

Octanus Diesel: He was a nonconformist. 

Faustina Mortal: He wouldn't acknowledge the fossil fuel hegemony. 

Sharon Stein: Who is that Faustian figure?

Octanus Diesel: Some silly, stupid cenobite. 

Faustina Mortal: He claims to have an ultimate energy source.

Octanus Diesel: My dissertation gives it all away: "The Ultimate Energy Source: Fossil Fuels." Old King Coal is the sole (soul) hope of mankind.

Sharon Stein: So you are saying that fossil fuel's forever?

Octanus Diesel: Nothing lasts forever. But there are three hundred years at a minimum. That's good time.

Sharon Stein: I am being paged. Bye (buy) now.

Octanus Diesel: Nice meeting you.

Faustina Mortal: Have a wonderful day, Sharon.

~ End 5/1/2007 ~

Saint Faustina commands considerable respect in several Catholic nations. Yet modern society frowns on her mortification of the flesh and abuse that lead to her sainthood. Nonetheless, she commands many in the Congregation of the Faithful. So, when she invited the lawmaker Phillip Buster and the fossil fuel fellow Octanus Diesel, they dared not refuse her invitation. The three congregated at the lodging of Faustus Mortal, the thwarted physicist turned cenobite and recluse. Faustina Mortal began by chastising Faustus thoroughly.

Faustina Mortal: You show a way to clean, cheap, copious energy, but...

Faustina Mortal: ...you refuse to develop it and make it freely available!

Faustus Mortal: I have no tools! 

Faustus Mortal: Do you think that I can change water into grape juice or...

Faustus Mortal: ...make a silk purse into a sow's ear? 

Phillip Buster chuckles. 

Octanus Diesel laughs out loud. 

Faustina Mortal: The poor cry out for relieve. Gasoline is too expensive. 

Faustina Mortal: If you can ameliorate this affliction then you must. 

Faustus Mortal: If not, then what?

Faustus Mortal stares at Octanus Mortal. 

Faustus Mortal: Would you toss me out of graduate school as did Octanus?

Faustus Mortal: Or deny me even the podium to speak, as did the Fossil Fuel Fellowship? Asking for a derivation and then refusing a forum?

Octanus Diesel frowns. 

Octanus Diesel: Your ideas are rubbish and lunacy, Faustus.

Octanus Diesel: They don't merit discussion. They are coincidence.

Faustus Mortal: You said it. But coincidence can lead to the truth. 

Octanus Diesel: You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you on your ass. 

Phillip Buster guffaws.

Faustina Mortal: The cries of the poor have been heard.

Faustina Mortal: Surely you care of the judgment of History. 

Octanus Diesel: I only care about the bottom line. Profit is my prophet. 

Phillip Buster frowns and shakes his head. 

Phillip Buster: I care about my constituents. And have no desire to be blamed.

Phillip Buster: We who serve do care about our place in History.

Octanus Diesel: And we care about our men in Washington.

Octanus Diesel: We of the Fossil Fuel Fellowship pay handsomely to be heard.

Octanus Diesel: We have a voice protecting the interests of coal, gas, and oil.

Octanus Diesel: Faustus could be one of us and have a terminal degree...

Octanus Diesel: ... if (conjunction)... 

Octanus Diesel: He would only abandon that idiocy of mass conversion.

Octanus Diesel: And the twin stupidity of altering the decay rate.

Faustina Mortal: Before the foundations of the earth were made, the mind of God set about to build all things, including the tiniest of particles, the building blocks of the universe. And Faustus has made mention of that with a logical, consistent theory from the initial creation from null, to the Ur-Atom, to the Big Bang, and to the geometric underpinning of matter herself. His pleas and prayers have been heard by the Congregation of the Faithful and it is our desire to see those things come to pass: Electricity too cheap to meter, gasoline at twenty-five cents a gallon (plus tax), and potable tap water! And should he not pursue the matter he will be cursed, an anathema upon him. 

Faustus Mortal: I have obligations in the real world. I will not sacrifice a pragmatic existence with financial security for a possibility that may never prove true. Society thinks the same way. One must be responsible. To dart into the uncharted darkness with nothing but a dream is shear insanity. I will have no part of it. 

Faustina Mortal: Then History will judge you are being selfish and mean. 

Phillip Buster: Well, we cannot have taxpayers cast aside taxable incomes to pursue unproven theories, now can we? After all, Octanus (looks at him) has powerful arguments to the effect that each of the novel theories of Faustus is incorrect. How can we argue with Octanus Mortal? He is a professor of energy, sits on the chair of fossil fuels, and is a noble in the court of Old King Coal. His academic credentials are impeccable! He has earned his degree. His dissertation, "The Ultimate Energy Source: Fossil Fuels," is the bible of the energy consortium. It is the final word on grants and sponsored research. 




Energy



Octanus Diesel: Well spoken lawmaker. I couldn't have worded it better myself. 

Octanus Diesel: You have such a way with words.

Phillip Buster smiles.

Faustina Mortal speaks to Faustus, ignoring Octanus Diesel. 

Faustina Mortal: Yours will be great in the Kingdom of the Almighty should you alleviate the sufferings of the poor and free the environment from the toxic fumes from the combustion of fossil fuels. 

Faustus Mortal: I have no desire to be a martyr. Red isn't my color.

Octanus Diesel snickers. 

Octanus Diesel: Faustus has a point, don't you agree Phillip?

Phillip Buster: Martyrs are for History books.

Phillip Buster: I'm sure that if Faustus did have any worthwhile ideas that you would examine them thoroughly, right Octanus?

Octanus Diesel: Certainly. There is anecdotal evidence that the Fossil Fuel Fellowship buys up new energy sources just to keep them off the market. Nothing could be further from the truth. We are one-hundred percent behind saving the environment. Coal can be burned completely to water and carbon dioxide, without noxious, toxic by-products. And what can be more nutritious to the atmosphere than water and carbon dioxide, the fuel for photosynthesis? 

Faustina Mortal: Those are false statements Octanus Diesel. 

Faustina Mortal: What kind of a fool do you take us for?

Faustina Mortal: Faustus, it is your bounden duty to find the solution.

Faustus Mortal: I am old and tired. My eyes are weak and my health is gone.

Faustus Mortal: The graduate studies in physics are hard even on a young man.

Faustus Mortal: And, for years now, I haven't touched the theory.

Faustus Mortal: I cannot remember those mathematical marvels. (Jackson)

Phillip Buster: I'm sure that we could manage a sinecure.

Faustus Mortal: Not for me alone, what of those I support?

Phillip Buster: Surely they would understand!

Octanus Diesel guffaws.

Octanus Diesel: No way, Phillip. What planet did you come from? Karl Marx said it well when he said that the Church of England would rather sacrifice 38 or its 39 articles of religion than one thirty-ninth of its capital assets. (And the first article of religion affirms that there is a Holy Ghost.) No way will Faustus fail and thus change the lifestyles of those around him! 

Faustina Mortal: Octanus Diesel, you have your reward!

Faustina Mortal: Phillip Buster, you must know the great need.

Faustina Mortal: The voice of the people is the voice of God.

Faustina Mortal: "Vox populi, vox dei."

Phillip Buster: You are always preaching against the evils of John Barleycorn, nicotine, gambling, and lewd conduct. Your pontifications are well understood. Yet is there one shred of scientific evidence to support the bizarre, Byzantine, obtuse theories of Faustus? Or, like writs of Holy Scripture, his works are convoluted, convolved, complex conundrums? 

Phillip Buster: I don't see eye-to-eye with Octanus; but, I am sure that if any of Faustus's theories about "unwrapping the proton" or "contracting the radioactive decay constant" were possible, then the Fossil Fuel Fellowship would seize upon it. Even if it meant a prolonged legal battle to lay claim to an energy source that would be clean, cheap, and copious. Old King Coal is no enemy of the environment. He wants to see clean air, clear water, and an earth flowing with flowering plants and every manner of shrubs, trees, and ferns. 

End 5/29/2007

Faustina Mortal: ((OOC: So, you were sick last week.))

Faustus Mortal: ((So, what about the parking lot?))

Faustina Mortal: There will be afflictions and purgatory until the prayers of the poor are heard. Ways must be found to reduce the energy costs as well as saving the environment. The rich air-condition themselves while the poor suffer in the miasma of toxic pollution. 

Faustus Mortal: Why do you afford me no rest, woman?

Faustus Mortal: I am no saint. Time has passed me by.

Faustina Mortal: Of all the theories yours is the most elegant.

Faustina Mortal: Clean, cheap, copious energy too cheap to meter!

Faustus Mortal: Great, let someone develop it.

Faustus Mortal: I cannot claim credit for the basic empirical equations...

Faustus Mortal: Nor can I fathom a practical way to implement them...

Faustus Mortal: Nor can I derive them from first physical principles!

Faustina Mortal: What would make you see the light? 

Faustus Mortal: Don't try to scare me with images of hell or charm me with fanciful fantasies of heaven. "Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens." Keep that in mind, woman! 

Faustina Mortal: I will summons someone who can change your mind!

Faustina Mortal: ((Offers teleportation to Sharon Stein.))

Sharon Stein: What do you want?

Sharon Stein: ((OOC: I don't want to insult the faithful religious.))

Sharon Stein: ((OOC: But, after all, I am a Buddhist.))

Faustina Mortal: Only say the word and I'm sure that Brother Faustus will set about solving the energy and pollution conundrum. I have faith that he can extricate us from this quagmire of toxicity. 

Sharon Stein: I am not sure what you are talking about. 

Sharon Stein: But I am sure that I'm not interested. 

Faustus Mortal shrugs.

Faustus Mortal: Thanks for coming Sharon.

Faustus Mortal: I am still at "top dead center" on your numbers.

Sharon Stein: Don't mention it.

Faustus Mortal looks at Faustina Mortal. 

Faustus Mortal: Is that all woman?

Faustina Mortal: What about divine inspiration?

Faustus Mortal: One gets to an age and state of being where making more money isn't as important as somehow struggling through a day of living. It is called "retirement." I pay my dues to church and charity and don't have the heart, mind, or strength to do anymore of that masochism called graduate school in physics. I don't even want to work up some complicated Gedanken [sic] experiment. And what is the joy of doing something for which one will receive no reward on earth? 

Faustina Mortal: You will receive a reward in heaven.

Faustus Mortal hawks and spits.

Faustus Mortal utters some four-letter Anglo-Saxon vulgarism. 

Faustina Mortal: "Mercy!"

Faustus Mortal: Besides no one believes me. And now I don't either.

Faustus Mortal: The fact that you---some pious dreamer---find merit in odd coincidences and impractical constructs just reinforces my skepticism. 

Faustus Mortal: And what of those who depend upon me for support?

Faustus Mortal: Great to oppose abortion, but who's to pay for the kid?

Faustus Mortal: Offer a place in heaven to some stupid eunuch who sacrifices?

Faustus Mortal: If a man can't pay the piper then he shouldn't order music.

Faustina Mortal: You can be afflicted!

Faustus Mortal: I am not afraid of the holy saints.

Faustus Mortal: Besides, if you know so much, why don't you solve the problem?

Faustina Mortal: Logic, mathematics, and physics are tools of the devil!

Faustus Mortal: That may well be the case. But surely there are plenty of secular scientific sinners to torment and lay guilt trips on. Just go to any AA meeting and you can find them moaning and groaning over lost careers and opportunities. 

IM: Sharon Stein: Is that holy lady still there?

IM: Sharon Stein: Never mind answering. Bargain with her.

Faustina Mortal: But it is you who attend the Mass.

Faustus Mortal: I will offer you and your congregation a deal.

Faustina Mortal: Do tell.

Faustus Mortal: I have two numbers now ((Mp/Me), and (Mn/Me-Mp/Me)).

Faustus Mortal: Give me a third coincidence, a third number, and I will pursue.

Faustus Mortal: Do not return again without the third consequence. 

Faustus Mortal: "Deal?"

Faustina Mortal: Very well, then. I'm sure that it will be given.

Faustina Mortal: We have faith! 

Faustus Mortal: ((OOC: Thanks be to God. That's the last of her!))

~ The End 6/20/2007 ~

Muon

Faustina Mortal: Octanus! One of my girls at the school made a discovery!

Octanus Diesel: What did she do? Trisect an angle?

Octanus Diesel: Something that is not just impossible, but...

Octanus Diesel: Is even more than manifestly impossible...

Octanus Diesel: Something that is mathematically impossible.

Octanus Diesel guffaws.

Faustina Mortal: It was Karen Stine. She is a genius!

Faustina Mortal: It is a miracle. 

Faustina Mortal: Now we can get that old reprobate Faustus to work!

Octanus Diesel: Not so quickly, you pious papist!

Octanus Diesel: Explain! And explain so that I can understand it as well.

Faustina Mortal: I can barely understand. But Karen can explain.

Faustina Mortal: Can't you my child.

Karen Stine: I did just what Faustus did.

Karen Stine: Only, where he used 4pi, I used 2pi.

Karen Stine: I followed the exact same derivation.

Karen Stine: And got a number.

Karen Stine: Then I went out to the NIST site, and there it was!

Octanus Diesel: There what was?

Karen Stine: The number silly!

Karen Stine: Use 4pi and get the mass ratio of the proton to the electron.

Karen Stine: Use 2pi and get the mass ratio of the muon to the electron!

Octanus Diesel: Ridiculous.

Octanus Diesel: Ludicrous.

Octanus Diesel: Absurd, show me step by step!

Faustina Mortal: Octanus, you are so rude.

Octanus Diesel: I am a tenured professor.

Octanus Diesel: And author of "The Ultimate Energy Source---Fossil Fuel"

Octanus Diesel: A vassal and servant of His Majesty "Old King Coal."

Octanus Diesel: And member of the Fossil Fuel Fellowship...

Octanus Diesel: Which, as you know very well, your righteousness

Octanus Diesel: We own the government: lock, stock, and (oil) barrel!

Faustina Mortal: Vox Populi---Vox Dei!

Octanus Diesel: Humbug! The voice of money is the only voice!

Octanus Diesel: Well, let's hear this girl's argument.

Octanus Diesel: Then I will point out the errors and fallacies.

Karen Stine: Faustus starts with (4pi)^3.

Karen Stine: I start with (2pi)^3

Karen Stine: Faustus uses the inversion of the spheres!

Karen Stine: He gets (4pi-1/pi)^3

Karen Stine: I get (2pi-1/pi)^3

Karen Stine: Use your TI-30XIIS calculator!

Karen Stine: Then he applies his correction factor: 1/pi^2(4pi-1/pi)

Karen Stine: He factors and gets 4pi(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi) and it equals

Karen Stine: 1836.151739...

Karen Stine: I apply an analogous correction factor: 1/(2pi)(2pi-1/pi)^2

Karen Stine: And factor, obtaining (2pi-1/pi)(2pi-1/pi)(2pi-3/(2pi)) =

Karen Stine: the number 206.5660181, too close to the muon-to-electron

Karen Stine: mass ratio, which is approximately 206.7682838

Karen Stine: Each derivation has three steps, each uses the same idea

Karen Stine: Then the mass ratio of muon to electron is derived!

Faustina Mortal claps!

Faustina Mortal: Clap, Clap, Clap!

Octanus Diesel: Claptrap!

Octanus Diesel: Pure manure!

Octanus Diesel: This is too distant from the true value.

Karen Stine: With the muon only "living" for the smallest fraction of a second

Karen Stine: How can you be so certain? 

Karen Stine: The number 206.7 is usually considered "good enough."

Faustina Mortal: Ah, see there Octanus?

Octanus Diesel: We have rules. This doesn't fall in the confidence interval.

Faustina Mortal: Confidence Interval? Do you have an experiment?

Octanus Diesel: Why do I need an experiment? I am tenured.

Octanus Diesel: Your value is, at best, a coincidence.

Octanus Diesel: Karen here has been hoodwinked by Faustus the Fool.

Octanus Diesel: What manner of man prays to Judas Iscariot anyway?

Octanus Diesel: And where did these "correction factors" come from?

Octanus Diesel: I suppose that you think on the basis of this claptrap that...

Octanus Diesel: I will allow that blithering old idiot to attend graduate

Octanus Diesel: school in physics? You are a bigger fool than he is.

Octanus Diesel: He won't risk his pension to apply anyway!

Faustina Mortal: But this is the holy hope for clean, cheap, copious energy.

Faustina Mortal: Without cheap gas, clean water, and copious electricity

Faustina Mortal: The middle-class will vanish... We will be back in the

Faustina Mortal: Tenth Century. Only a few will become filthy rich!

Octanus Diesel: Tell me exactly how to generate the energy and...

Octanus Diesel: ...I will consider admitting the fool!

Octanus Diesel: He will fail out quickly anyway. He is just an old fool.

Octanus Diesel: "A stupid old fool."

Faustina Mortal: Would you use the process to aid mankind?

Faustina Mortal: Or simply to line your already bulging pocket?

Octanus Diesel: I am a capitalist. Money is the medium of exchange.

Octanus Diesel: I am not totally selfish.

Octanus Diesel: Some goes to the lobbyists in Washington to...

Octanus Diesel: To "grease the skids" as it were.

Octanus Diesel: Let me just jot these calculations down.

Octanus Diesel thinks that he can publish them first.

Octanus Diesel knows that Karen Stine doesn't belong to a learned society.

Octanus Diesel ...has his dues paid by the university, freeing his salary

Octanus Diesel ...for personal use. But any credits belong to him.

Faustina Mortal: We cannot take this discovery to Faustus without...

Faustina Mortal: ...knowing that he has a chance to apply it!

Octanus Diesel: Sounds like a personal problem to me.

Octanus Diesel: No one will listen to your ideas.

Octanus Diesel puts in an e-mail labeling Karen Stine as a fraud and hoax.

Octanus Diesel knows that no college or university will permit her to speak.

Octanus Diesel: Now go before I call security.

Octanus Diesel: And have you escorted away!

Faustina Mortal: Thank you for your time.

Karen Stine: Why are you thanking the man, Tina?

Faustina Mortal: Hush child, he is a professor.

Karen Stine recalls such men once said that the world was flat.

~ Friday 6 July 2007 ~

Ellipsoid

Faustina Mortal: Karen, my child?

Faustina Mortal: Look what came in the mail.

Faustina Mortal: Octanus has published an article descrying your idea.

Faustina Mortal: He says that your muon paradigm is rubbish.

Karen Stine: Let me see!

Karen Stine reads the article.

Karen Stine: Plagiarism! 

Karen Stine: He states the formula is wrong, but claims that it is his own.

Karen Stine: So dishonest.

Karen Stine: Worst than that he says the correction factor is bunk.

Faustina Mortal: You mean that you have some reason behind it?

Karen Stine: Yes, but now I will never have an audience.

Karen Stine: Both correction factors seem to be ellipsoids.

Karen Stine: Ellipsoids of revolution, in fact.

Karen Stine: Faustus's one is (1/pi)(4pi-1/pi)(1/pi)

Karen Stine: Mine is (2pi-1/pi)(1/(2pi))(2pi-1/pi)

Karen Stine: And "removing" the ellipsoid leave the mass with...

Karen Stine: ...a value resembling another ellipsoid.

Karen Stine: In fact both correction factors are ellipsoids of revolution.

Karen Stine: They have two equal axes. This is unusual. Faustus's is

Karen Stine: cigar shaped and mine is saucer shaped. They are interesting.

Karen Stine: One would not randomly expect such things to happen.

Faustina Mortal smiles.

Faustina Mortal: I know nothing about geometry, my child.

Karen Stine frowns.

Karen Stine: I am not a child. I am sixteen years old already.

Karen Stine: In fact, I am ready for some adult, mature adventure.

Karen Stine: School is starting to bore me. And Octanus has wasted our time.

Karen Stine: Then he stole my idea.

Faustina Mortal: I'm sure that he didn't do it deliberately.

Faustina Mortal: It was just an oversight.

Karen Stine pouts. 

Karen Stine: Hardly.

Faustina Mortal: Prayer and fasting will drive out the devil.

Faustina Mortal: Contemplation on the Holy Mysteries and...

Faustina Mortal: Invoke the name of the Saints and Angels. 

Karen Stine: Pardon me Tina if I don't believe any of that claptrap.

Faustina Mortal: Oh my goodness. You sound like Octanus!

Karen Stine: Faustus needs to know about the correction factors.

Karen Stine: He might be able to explain how stability occurs.

Karen Stine: The proton is totally stable.

Karen Stine: The muon has only a short half-life. But...

Karen Stine: It definitely does exist. And only that one shape.

Faustina Mortal: I know nothing about such things.

Faustina Mortal: I only contemplate the goodness of the Lord.

Faustina Mortal: We can't bother Faustus again.

Faustina Mortal: He said that we had to have something new.

Faustina Mortal: And Octanus Diesel, Professor of Physics,

Faustina Mortal: has guaranteed us that your model, your paradigm,

Faustina Mortal: has no value in mathematical physics!

Karen Stine: He is a fake. He has sold his soul to the fuel fellowship.

Karen Stine: They are trying to control the world and suppress any

Karen Stine: ideas that are not their own. 

Karen Stine: I will go see Faustus!

Faustina Mortal: I forbid it! You are under age, my child.

Karen Stine: I am not your child.

Karen Stine: I am sixteen and able to think for myself.

Karen Stine: I will convince him about this matter. 

Karen Stine: Surely he will see the truth.

Faustina Mortal: As long as you are at this girls' school you won't.

Faustina Mortal: For your own good I am placing you on quarters.

Karen Stine: You will put me on house arrest?

Faustina Mortal: Yes, and remove internet access as well.

Faustina Mortal: You must not disobey me. 

Faustina Mortal: You know our punishment methods!

Faustina Mortal: We are a private girls' school.

Faustina Mortal: We are very disciplined.

Faustina Mortal calls on her cell phone.

Robert Roughneck enters.

Robert Roughneck: You called M'Lady?

Faustina Mortal: Yes, Robert.

Faustina Mortal: Remove the internet and phone from this room.

Robert Roughneck: Yes, M'Lady.

Faustina Mortal: It is time for you to be like Paris Hilton in jail.

Faustina Mortal: Secure her door, Robert, she will be meditating.

Robert Roughneck: Yes, M'Lady.

Karen Stine: You have no right to do this.

Karen Stine: Beats on Robert's chest with her fists.

Robert Roughneck shrugs.

Faustina Mortal tosses Karen over atop her bed.

Faustina Mortal follows Robert Roughneck out locking the door behind her.

~ 8 Jul 2007 ~

Tauon

Karen Stine slumps over her writing table, studying some number, then...

Karen Stine hastily punches in some digits on her calculator, then...

Karen Stine studies the resulting calculations and frowns.

Karen Stine realizes that she is exhausted and lies down atop her bed.

Karen Stine tosses and turns mentally, yet remains rigid, and arises.

Karen Stine returns to her desk and pours over the numbers again.

Karen Stine finally slips into a hypnagogic state.

Faustina Mortal unlocks the door and enters the room.

Faustina Mortal: What are you doing, child?

Faustina Mortal: You are lying down on top of the covers!

Karen Stine springs up.

Karen Stine: Tina! I have found it! Look!

Faustina Mortal: Is this "Eureka"?

Karen Stine: Do you remember the discussion about the third coincidence?

Faustina Mortal: I wish that you would forget about that old cenobite!

Faustina Mortal frowns.

Faustina Mortal: You know I don't understand much about maths [sic] girl. 

Karen Stine: But look! (5pi-5/(4pi))(5pi-2/pi)(pi-2/pi) = 3,477.613236

Karen Stine: This is the best estimate yet! It is the ratio of the mass of...

Karen Stine: The Tauon (the tau particle, a lepton) to the mass of the electron.

Karen Stine: And I derived it the same way: (5pi)^3 goes to (5pi-1/pi)^3 

Karen Stine: (This is done by the inversion of the spheres.)

Karen Stine: and the ellipsoidal correction factor (1/(4pi))(15pi-4/pi)^2

Karen Stine: is subtracted away. The result can also be gotten from




Energy



Karen Stine: (5pi-2/pi)^3-(3/(4pi))(5pi-2/pi)^2. Amazing!

Faustina Mortal: If you say so, my dear child.

Faustina Mortal: Now come to breakfast. You must be famished.

Karen Stine: We must tell Faustus.

Faustina Mortal: That is quite impossible.

Faustina Mortal: This must be cleared with Octanus Diesel first.

Faustina Mortal: And it probably won't be nearly good enough.

Karen Stine: But it is! Look, the numbers all fit together.

Karen Stine: We have a sequence: (4pi-1/pi)^3-1/pi^2(4pi-1/pi)

Karen Stine: (2pi-1/pi)^3-1/(2pi)(2pi-1/pi)^2 and now

Karen Stine: (5pi-1/pi)^3-(1/(4pi))(15pi-4/pi)^2. The numbers jive.

Karen Stine: I will contact Faustus on the internet.

Faustina Mortal: You will do no such thing.

Faustina Mortal: You are sixteen; he resides in an adult section.

Faustina Mortal: You are forbidden entrance there.

Karen Stine: I will just tell them that I am eighteen.

Karen Stine: He must see this.

Faustina Mortal: I will not permit this. You will be confined.

Faustina Mortal: We cannot have our girls visiting some mature Internet.

Faustina Mortal: Besides, that number is probably wrong anyway.

Karen Stine: Just punch it into any calculator. The number is

Karen Stine: 3477.613236... Figures don't lie!

Faustina Mortal: Yes, but liars figure. This is an accident.

Faustina Mortal: You need to have this devil driven from you.

Faustina Mortal: It is a fond and vain thing, an evil spirit.

Faustina Mortal: Octanus Diesel already evaluated your works, remember?

Karen Stine: Yes, but he was biased and this is a new result.

Faustina Mortal: We must defer to his judgment. 

~ 12 July 2007 ~

Surface

Faustus Mortal: What brings you from your ivory tower in Washington?

Phillip Buster: I am concerned about what people are saying.

Faustus Mortal: Since when did that matter to a congressman?

Phillip Buster: They vote as well. I fear the congregation of the faithful.

Faustus Mortal: Do tell.

Phillip Buster: Scuttlebutt has it that we are not doing all that we can...

Phillip Buster: That is to solve the energy problem.

Phillip Buster: There are those who maintain that you have a (how to say?)

Phillip Buster: "Philosophically correct" solution.

Faustus Mortal: My day has passed. I am no longer mentally keen on such things.

Faustus Mortal: Perhaps forty years ago? Or even twenty years ago? But not now!

Phillip Buster: I do not want it said that I have left stones unturned.

Faustus Mortal: hmm, interesting analogy.

Faustus Mortal: Years ago I was sharp on a paradigm, but no more.

Faustus Mortal: I can no longer even read my notes from the 90's!

Faustus Mortal: I only know that they are mine because I recognize the handwriting.

Faustus Mortal: Today my handwriting is that of an arthritic old creeper!

Phillip Buster: I have not sold out to the fossil fuel fellowship as some claim.

Faustus Mortal: But you deny it still the same. Eigentlich! [German]

Phillip Buster: You have some paradigm, some theory, some concept?

Faustus Mortal: I was given a formula to examine, yes.

Faustus Mortal: I knew some of the math (or "maths" if you are British).

Faustus Mortal: But that is ancient history now!

Faustus Mortal: I can only vaguely recollect the principles.

Phillip Buster: Let me to encourage you to continue!

Faustus Mortal: No longer possible. I am spent!

Faustus Mortal: I can still see the analytic surfaces and the open sets!

Faustus Mortal: I can still see the C-Infinity boundaries and their mesh.

Faustus Mortal: I can't even recall the most elementary proofs or theorems.

Phillip Buster: The consumers are angry.

Phillip Buster: They may express their anger at the election polls!

Phillip Buster: The unhappy voters have many ballots to cast.

Phillip Buster: The solution: "Conserve," "Do without," and "save"

Phillip Buster: isn't making it.

Faustus Mortal shrugs.

Faustus Mortal: My time has passed. You are late.

Faustus Mortal: Perhaps Octanus Diesel could have let me continue.

Faustus Mortal: I was sharp and in graduate school, but...

Faustus Mortal: The fossil fuel fellowship ushered me out.

Faustus Mortal: Then global warming was ridiculed and gas was cheap.

Faustus Mortal: Better to resurrect the dead than some rejected thesis!

Phillip Buster: For the sake of the populace, we need an energy source.

Faustus Mortal: More correctly stated: "To get votes we need to act like we are looking for an energy source. Nothing is what you have to show now. And nothing is a vacuum. "Nature abhors a vacuum," a vacuum sucks. So you need to convince your constituents that you are pursuing every lead. As said, you are leaving "no stone unturned." I can still see the minor perturbations in the theory. I can see the difference between the discontinuous jump at the boundary of a particle and a non-analytic C-Infinity function. But so what? Much more needs to be done to determine the factors of stability and instability. It is more than one man can do, more than even a young men---which I am not, btw!

Phillip Buster: But you have a voice in the congregation of the faithful.

Phillip Buster: They speak poorly of the fossil fuel fellowship.

Phillip Buster: The confidence in Congress is at an all time low!

Faustus Mortal shrugs.

Faustus Mortal: You are a day late and a dollar short with me.

Faustus Mortal: There is that young lady, Karen Stein.

Faustus Mortal: Maybe she can help. I haven't heard from her in some time.

Faustus Mortal: But, more likely than not, Octanus Diesel vetoed her ideas.

Faustus Mortal: After all, his thesis was "The Ultimate Source of Energy---Fossil Fuels." 

Faustus Mortal: There is plenty of money for research, as long as it's fossil fuel research.

Faustus Mortal: Everyone knows that! It's common knowledge.

Phillip Buster: You could put forward some idea!

Phillip Buster: Something to show that we are searching every nook and cranny!

Faustus Mortal: I would be ridiculed and humiliated publicly!

Faustus Mortal: History may well show the truth, but what good does that do me?

Faustus Mortal: What did Martin Luther say before the Diet of Worms?

Faustus Mortal: "Here I stand, I can do nothing else?"

Faustus Mortal: I have no desire to become the butt of some sick joke.

Faustus Mortal: You have the support of the learned societies.

Phillip Buster: But they only say "use less," "conserve," "do without."

Faustus Mortal: You are paying them. Ask them for a solution!

Faustus Mortal: I am a cenobite, I have no voice.

Phillip Buster: You could be afflicted!

Phillip Buster: The populace wants results.

Faustus Mortal: Hope makes a fine breakfast but a poor supper.

Phillip Buster: How would you unleash that energy you mentioned?

Faustus Mortal: There are other solutions, eigenvalues, in some equations. 

Faustus Mortal: There are intrinsic properties to be manipulated.

Faustus Mortal: But I am spent.

Phillip Buster: I guess you are hopeless!

Faustus Mortal pouts.

((OOC: Old King Coal was a dirty old soul and a dirty old soul was he. He called for his pipe(line) and he called for his bowl and he called for his lobbyists three."))

((OOC: How long before the "N" word surfaces? The "N" word is "Nuclear." Clearly the dumbest way in known history to boil water! It is the safe source, but the fossil fuel fellowship has made the public panic with propaganda of Three Mile Island and Chernobyl.))

~ The End 28 Jul 2008 ~ 



Energy



I drove up to 51 Walden Court with mounting anticipation. My love asked if I'd like to help her out tonight as it was a full moon and she had something special in mind. Of course I accepted and arrived promptly at nine as instructed.

I turned off my car and went up to her front door. Before I could ring the bell I noticed that there was a bag on her stoop with an envelope attached simply labeled "My Sub". I opened up the envelope, took out the scented stationary and breathing in her scent, read her soft cursive script, 

"My dearest Jeremy,

Tonight is a special night with the full moon rising and I wish to tap the energy of the cosmos. If you wish to join me, take off all your clothes, put them into the bag and walk around to my back door. Prepare to submit to my will fully as I will be using you for my intentions tonight. If you don't wish to embrace this opportunity, then you may back out now and return from whence you came. Choose your path this evening."

The letter sounded interesting and there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. My lover can get very much into her Dom role when she gets the itch, and I expected I was going to be in for quite the night.

With only a little hesitation I decided to go along with her plan. Looking out at her street to ensure nobody was there, I quickly stripped off my clothes. The night was warm, but I still shivered as I removed all my clothes, right there on her porch in full view of the street. Placing the clothes in the bag, I then walked around her house grateful for the privacy it afforded me.

Reaching her back deck, I saw another bag, and another envelope. This time her note read,

"You have pleased me, my sub, by being willing to submit yourself to my will for tonight's ceremony. In this bag you will find a collection of our toys. You are to put each one on, then assume position #3 and await my presence"

I put my hand in the bag and first pulled out my wide collar. I stretched my neck and fastened it tightly. I knew it would not go easy for me to half-heartedly do any of my mistress' commands. I then took the two metal chains that fell to my chest and attached them to my pert nipples that were already erect from the night air. They bit onto my sensitive nubs, causing me to wince.

The next item from her goody bag was a set of handcuffs. I set these to the side for the moment, knowing once I put them on, I'd be helpless.

A second small collar was next. It was studded and had a large hook on the outside as well as a shiny metal clasp. There was a little note attached that read, "This is to go around your sack, sub, separating it from your shaft"

I pulled my balls away from my body and put the little collar around my stretched skin. I pulled it tightly like I did the one on my neck effectively stretching my sensitive testicles away from my erect manhood. I grinned looking down. I had done some trimming of my pubic hair earlier and I knew my mistress would appreciate my efforts to keep myself clean shaven for her. 

I made sure to position the additional metal clasp towards the front, and I could feel the cold metal rest against my hard-on.

The last item was a black blindfold, which I put over my eyes, effectively cutting off all sight. I then kneeled down on her deck and felt around until my hands found the handcuffs. I put the cold, hard metal around my right wrist, and fastened it in place. Then bringing my hands together, I fastened the cuffs around my left wrist with an audible >click

I assumed position three which Wendy taught me meant that I was to be on my knees, back straight, head up and my hands clasped behind my neck, elbows out. Once there I began to feel just how truly exposed I was.

Up to this point, I was busy; but now I was just kneeling there, and was able to feel the beating of my heart, and hear my breathing. With no sight, all my other senses began to heighten. I could feel a soft, warm breeze blow across my naked skin, and hear the sounds of nature. The trees behind my mistress' house were swaying softly, with the cries of the nightlife filling in the void.

I stayed in my position for quite a while. I couldn't tell how long, but it must have been at least 20 minutes. Every noise caused me to jump and I wondered what was keeping Wendy. My knees began to hurt and my back was sore, but I kept in position #3 as instructed, not wanting to disappoint my mistress.

I heard her patio door open and I hoped it was Wendy. Footsteps slowly approached my position, stopped, then slowly circled me. The anticipation was finally broken when my mistress voice called to me from the darkness, "Ah, Jeremy, so good of you to accept my proposal. This makes your mistress so very pleased that you've chosen to give yourself to me for my ceremony tonight. I hope you are prepared for all that it entails; no wait -- you can't possibly be prepared. I guess you'll just have to grin and bear it."

I felt her fingers entwine themselves in my short hair. It felt really good, but then Wendy grabbed tightly and bent my head backward almost toppling me over. I felt her lips kiss mine hard and I was lost in her embrace, stars shooting across my blindfolded eyes. Her breath was hot against mine and I struggled not to lose myself in it.

"I know you have no idea what's to come, my darling sub, but let me give you an idea," said Wendy in a dark, husky voice in my ear. "Tonight we're going to make a little night magik. The moon is full, and I am fertile. The night calls to us to build up some sexual energy, and release it to Gaia so that it might return to us threefold. You are my offering, see. I plan on building your energy up like a capacitor, your body creating it, and storing it until it's overflowing, then build it some more -- then you will release it with me. It's time to prepare you though, you are far from ready. Stand up!"

I got slowly to my feet and Wendy spanked my naked ass with her open palm *smack* I yelped and jumped a little which elicited a chuckle from my lover. "Good, that's good. You are already on edge, which will make building up your energy all that much more potent..."

I felt her attach a leash to the collar around my neck with an audible . Then she pulled my hands down in front of my body and undid the left one with her key (I've seen her keep it on a small chain around her neck before). Roughly, she pulled both my arms behind my back and refastened the handcuffs preventing me from reaching out.

She moved up against me, and I felt her body heat next to mine. She tugged on my collar making my nipples pull out painfully, "Time to go for a little walk, sub. We must move you to the offering place, where we can perform the spell." I felt her move out in front of me and give my leash a tug. I obediently followed behind her, shuffling my feet so not to lose my balance. I was awash with embarrassment and apprehension, blindly being led on a leash to who-knows-where. However, I was also not a little excited, and I could feel my erection swaying in front of me, leading the way. I could also feel my balls spread from my body, pulled away and exposed.

Wendy lead me down her lawn away from the house. I could sense us moving into the woods and felt the cold crisp crackle of dead leaves under my feet as I slowly was led. I stepped carefully to avoid the undergrowth. I felt my mistress give a sharp tug to my neck, "Keep up, sub! I'll drag you if I have to."

Soon she came to a stop and I felt her come back up to me. I felt her lips brush against my ears and my cock strained against its collar. "We're at our first stop, sub. It's time to start the buildup of your energy."

With this she took off my blindfold and I saw that we were in a small section of the woods. The full moon shown down through the tree branches illuminating my naked, bound form. I finally could look at my mistress and she was a vision, wearing her lovely corset, and black panties along with some shiny leather boots. Her face had dark makeup on, with red lips accentuating the look. I could immediately see that her Dark Goddess has risen this evening.

Wendy went behind me and pressed up against my back. Reaching in front of me, her long fingers found my cock and began to stroke it. I quickly grew in length and began to sigh, leaning my head back against her shoulder. I strained against the cuffs, but was held in place by her strength and body. 

All too soon, her long fingers stopped jacking me off and left me wanting. She took the key off the chain around her neck and unfastened the cuffs behind my back. If I thought I was free, she soon put that idea to rest as she refastened them in front of my body. Then she reached to the ground and picked up a length of rope that was lying on the forest floor. She expertly tied the rope to my handcuffs and went over to the nearby tree. I looked up and saw that the rope was tied to a pulley in a large tree branch directly overhead. Wendy pulled onto the other end of the rope and quickly the slack was taken up until I was standing on my tip-toes, hands stretched above my head. Wendy tied off her end of the rope and came back to my hung body.

"There we go, sweetheart," she sighed running her fingertips across my chest. "Now you are right where I want you, prepared to build up your energy. Shall we begin?" She reached down and picked up her riding crop that was leaning against the tree and began to lightly rub it across my frame. I knew better than to try to escape her blows that were to come, as she only would make it worse.

Stepping behind me she raised her arm up and brought the crop down across my naked ass. *Crack*, the noise sounded to the silent woods. I stifled a cry, and did my best not to lurch too much. Not that I could go very far, stretched to my fullest on my tip-toes.

Over and over again she lay her crop against my skin until I was seeing red from the sensations. I couldn't help but cry out several times and began to tremble. Sweat began to collect on my taut skin. Finally she stopped and sidled up to me. Putting her hands into my hair she bent my head backward and bit my neck. "Dearest, we've just begun, but already I see how your body is building up the energy I need. However, you are only producing one type, I need some sexual energy to be created as well."

With this she kissed me deeply and ran her hand across my bound cock. "Oh dear, this won't work," she observed as I had grown flaccid while she was whipping me. She reached down and with both hands began to fondle my penis until it began to grow under her long fingers. I swayed under the rope to her ministrations and quickly grew very erect, the blood being cut off in my cock by the tight strap that was wrapped around my balls.

"Now, that's so much better," she observed. Wendy then took another length of cord that had lain on the forest floor and tied it to the strap around my sack. She took the other end and moved away from me until she reached another tree across the small clearing. Pulling on her end she took up the slack and began to pull on my manhood, stretching it away from my body. I was forced to shuffle forwards as best I could with my hands stretched to their limit. Bent backwards I was pulled from two ends, and she tied off the cord to the tree.

"Oh baby, you are in such a terrible state, aren't you," Wendy asked running her crop against my erection causing it to jump. "Your cock is all stretched out, and you are unable to get any relief on your toes like that. This should be perfect. Your body will strain and stuggle without release in this position while I go prepare myself for the final part of the ceremony."

With a final crack of her crop against my stretched dick, she turned and left. I could see her disappear into the darkness, slowly walking away leaving me to languish in inescapable bondage and pain.

-- to be continued