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  “Fuck me,” she begged.

  File name: Untold Stories

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  The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica. I pulled the book off the shelf.

  Two weeks ago, I came to the library with the idea to search for "Siblin Lone Warrior Nun" in the Tindin section under the category of Philosophy. I'd read a book that was basically a collection of advice or wise sayings like, “The student must direct his own flow for no teacher can guide what must be learned oneself.”

  But there was a phrase that I couldn’t find a translation for: “Durstahngnat.” Yesterday, I'd asked Denten about it at the end of our session, and he'd said, “You'll find what you need in The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica.”

  It was a thin book, less than a hundred pages. I flipped it open to see if “Durstahngnat" was in the index, and it was!

  Actually, it looked like it was a whole chapter. The last chapter. Hunh. I skimmed it, and it appeared to be instructions for a specific exercise.

  Sitting at a nearby table, I read through it more carefully. Since it was the final chapter of the book, I was missing a lot of context, but it looked like “Durstahngnat" was a form, similar to a martial art posture.

  And, wow. We were now levels away from the dojo. This was not something for public demonstration. I chuckled to myself. The whole book was a progressive series of exercises leading up to a grand finale.

  If I understood it correctly, the ultimate goal of the Durstahngnat was for the man to be naked in a backbend, with only his hands and feet on the floor, to become erect, and to release without anything touching his phallus at all. Oh stars, that was awesome.

  The dude was supposed to be so in flow with the breath of life that he ejaculated without any manual stimulation. Hmm, really? Interesting book. What else was hiding away in this library? I kept reading, trying not to laugh outright.

  There were recommended exercises to achieve this state of stupendous arousal, including a very detailed, 100-day abstinence practice. It sounded like an insane form of personal sadism, and I could not look away.

  Disturbingly, it was the most erotic thing I had ever encountered. Possibly, I needed to add, “Get fresh brain scans” to my to-do list.

  I skimmed quickly through the rest of the book, doubting there were any lone warrior nuns in it, but who knew? What I did find, however, was repeated mention of “Cruxinglizt,” which also was not in the dictionary and didn’t translate into Universal.

  But The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica seemed, at least in part, to be part of a male preparation for a female Cruxinglizt, whatever that was.

  Did I want to know? What kind of weird things was the woman doing to prepare for this joyous event? Okay, yeah, I wanted to know. Please tell me there's touching involved.

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  Sitting nearby in the Family and Fertility section was a familiar face. I couldn’t remember the older woman's name, but her presence felt open to me, so maybe she was up for random questions from curious off spheres?

  I gave it a go. “Um, excuse me. You’re here a lot like me, so do you mind if I ask you something?”

  With an open smile, she said, “Ask any question, but don’t always expect an answer.” Hadn’t I heard that before?

  “I’m looking for a word that won’t translate. I saw it in The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica. Do you know that book?”

  “Yes, yes. Are you talking about ‘Cruxinglizt?'”

  I was happily surprised. “You know this material then?”

  “Of course, of course,” she nodded. "The Cruxinglizt is in The Art and Practice of Conception here in the Family and Fertility section."

  She pulled a book off a shelf and handed it to me, "Based on the titles, you'd think that the two books were companions, but in actuality, they weren’t. They have different authors from different time periods, and the Tindin Erotica was written after Conception and followed its format.”

  “Oh, great!” I thanked her. "You really know this section well. I’m so glad I stopped to ask you. Actually, do you mind if I ask you about some other words that I’m trying to find an explanation for? They have nothing to do with conception or erotica, but they are the real reason I’m here searching through all these books blindly.”

  She just smiled and said with a patient nod, “Ask any question…”

  I laughed and agreed, “Okay, I think I’m catching on. Do the words 'Siblin Lone Warrior Nun' mean anything to you?”

  Her face opened in a wide, surprised smile, and she clapped her hands. “Well, that's not a question I was expecting to hear today,” she laughed.

  While I wondered if I'd accidentally asked something really raunchy, she got a conspiratorial look on her face and asked, “How much do you enjoy research?”

  “So much! So, so much!” I told her.

  “Alright, come with me.” She led me through the library towards the back, saying, “I’m Sorchen, by the way.”

  “Sunshine greet you, Sorchen, I’m Ryst. Thanks for your help. We're solving a puzzle I’ve been trying to work out for weeks.”

  She laughed again, “Well, your quest has only just begun, Ryst. There’s a whole new adventure waiting for you.”

  We approached doors in the far wall of the library, and here was actually a sign—a sign! “Preservation Library. If this is your first visit, please ask for assistance.”

  Sorchen explained that she would give me a detailed tour of the Preservation Library, and if I needed to use it in the future, I would be able to do so on my own.

  We proceeded into the vast room, which was lined with ancient volumes, and she told me most of them were from Earth, many quite rare. All of the books had digital copies which could be searched in the stream, but there was also an index in physical format.

  It was a lengthy process to search through indexes to find what Sorchen wanted me to see, and eventually we wound up in the Art section looking at a book about the Sistine Chapel.

  It was written in an Earth language, so I couldn’t read it, but Sorchen told me to take pictures of a few pages to translate after we’d left the Preservation Library.

  The next place she took me was the Graphics section. Graphics? We were looking at comic books? Ancient Earth art and comic books? No wonder I hadn’t able to find anything about Siblin Lone Warrior Nun on my own.

  “That’s what you’re looking for,” she pointed.

  I nodded to the volumes, “A whole shelf of them?”

  “Yes, they were very popular, and about ten years ago, these special editions came out for the thirtieth anniversary.”

  I picked up the first graphic. On the cover was a drawing of a very young woman with a round face, brown skin, brown eyes, and a long dark brown braid. Her mouth was open in a wide snarl, eyebrows furrowed in a scowl as she menacingly shook a staff at me. Whoa, fiercesome creature.

  The title read Chaludra in a big, bold font. And then smaller, Warrior Priestess of Lone Rock Mountain.

  Chills went down my spine. “Warrior Priestess,” I said in a quiet voice. “Like 'Warrior Nun.' Isn’t a priestess like a nun? I don’t know much about religion.”

  Sorchen nodded. “That’s immediately what I thought of. The rest of it will make sense once you translate the other book and read one of these graphics. Now, since you've brought me this very interesting query, I have a question for you!”

  I replied with an ironic smile, “Ask any question…”

  She nodded, “Now you’re getting it. Where did you hear 'Siblin Lone Warrior Nun?' There must be an interesting story behind all this.”

  “Oh yeah—complete with mysterious mirkas and unfathomable old ladies. Let’s get lunch, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

  I added a few volumes of Chaludra to the stack of erotica books I held, and we headed to the dining hall.

  Watch your back!