CHAPTER ONE
Tad Dow on a trip to present a paper at the Annual Conference of the Traditional Taoist Society had toured Hong Kong, The Three Mile Dam, The Great Wall and the historic sites of Beijing. Today, the day of the waxing moon, he was to speak in the auditorium of the College of Religions Studies, but at this moment he was meditating facing North in Room 381 of the Shangri-la Hotel.
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"Oaaam, oaaam, oaam," his mantra repeated over and over again. He sat in a black robe and a red sash with his hands lying on his lap hands up. Focusing on the blind spot between his closed charcoal black eyes and breathing rhythmically he mouthed his incantation. His stomach lifted as he breathed in and Chi rose from his scrotum up his spine to his skull and breathing out his stomach compressed, and energy flowed from the top of his head down the main channel to his penis. The microcosmic circuit was complete; he in was in a deep trance.
A stream of subconsciousness occasionally interrupted his quest for stillness, emptiness, and nothingness. An image appeared over and over, under the last waxing moon a nude maiden followed by a shadowy figure. She was short by American standards. Her ivory skin suggested her ethnic origins. She was faceless but beautiful. Her shape resembled Kate Upton. The following form maintained its distance. Finished his meditation, he was calm and balanced by an excited anticipation.
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An impressive sight, Tad Dow, wearing a garnet jacket with black slacks, a white shirt, and a garnet and black tie decorated with images of the Yin Yang. His long, white mane surrounded a rugged, handsome face. He appeared taller than six feet because of his lean, muscular body. Conversing with Ho Chemin, the chair of the session, he strolled confidently toward the podium.
He noticed her standing at the front of the auditorium. A black dress decorated with red symbols attracted his attention, but her statuesque frame held his gaze and a surge of desire coursed through his body. She was short with long black hair hanging to her waistline and shapely legs as attested by their appearance through a slit in the dress from her ankles to her hips.
Their eyes met as he approached and smiles crossed their faces. He stopped and indicated to Ho, he would like an introduction.
"Dr, Dow, I'd like you to meet Mali Chun. Mali just joined our staff at the center, and this is her first official function."
Bowing her head slightly, and lowering her eyes she extended her hand.
She looked up with a start, when he took her small warm, moist fingers and palm in his and Chi flowed between them. In a moment, they exchanged sexual energy as though they were joined jiba to yindao.
A whiff of feminine essence and a citrus--based perfume embraced his noise He was glad his jacket hid his erection.
Blushing, she said in an unaccented sing-song voice, "I'm pleased to meet you, Dr. Dow. I believe I've read everything you've written and I'm excited to be here, to meet you and hear your presentation."
"Ahem," a voice murmured.
"Oh excuse me. Dr. Dow this is Mr. Charlie Chang who is also an associate of the society.
"I'm also Ms. Chun's personal bodyguard," the burley Chinese man said.
The men bowed to each other and shook hands.
"It's a pleasure to meet anyone who is connected to the Society," Tad said.
Mr. Chang did not respond
Ho Chemin urged him to the elevated stage.
"I'll try not to disappoint you," he said looking at Mali.
The session was called to order, and Ho rose to introduce him by stating in a Chinese-accented English, "I'll keep this introduction short although our speaker's Vitae is long. As many of you know, he earned his Ph.D. at the University of South Carolina in Religious Studies, but you may not know that USC's colors are garnet and black the same as our speaker's outfit and the traditional colors of the Yin Yang, the symbol displayed on his tie. Also, USC's mascot is the gamecock which is appropriate because this is a Chinese year of the cock."
The audience chuckled.
Tad had positioned himself on the platform so he could scrutinize Mali. He watched her uncrossing and crossing her legs. Ivory colored thighs caused him to groan internally and grit his teeth.
"All joking aside, we are in for a treat because the title of today's presentation is Wu Wei Wu: a Western Perspective. I now present Dr. Tad Dow."
Tad was eager to get behind the lectern so he could rearrange his throbbing cock without embarrassment. The lights dimmed, and his first power point slide appeared on the screen. His voice lowered an octave, and the volume raised several decibels. In his flamboyant style, he paced the stage discussing his illustrations and word phrases with grandiose gestures, keen insights, imaginative metaphors, and good humor. His eyes constantly scanned the assembly but always returned to Mali who played with her hair, turned and stretched revealing a hint of her trophies and stared at him with sensuous eyes.
He concluded his forty-beautiful minute lecture by saying, "We in the West are analytical and oriented to mental processes. Therefore, most of us are incapable of appreciating the significance of action through inaction. In the East Wu Wei Wu is a spiritual process and only through meditation, contemplation and other spiritual techniques is it possible to approach but never quite attain the Tao. I thank you for your attention and trust I've provided you with additional perspectives to the notion of action without action. Thank you."
He stood beside the stand with his hands in a prayer-like position and bowed from the waist in all directions as applause filled the auditorium and continued until Ho Chemin said, "Due to time constraints it isn't possible for Dr. Dow to take questions at this time. I'm sure, he'll be pleased to speak with you individually before or after the banquet this evening."
Tad and Mali's eyes were locked on each other as she applauded with enthusiasm. He was surrounded as he descended the platform. Friends were there to congratulate him and introduce their colleagues and acquaintances. Others only wanted to introduce themselves, shake his hand, and comment on his lecture. He respectfully and patiently waited for the crowd to thin although he was acutely aware of Mali's voluptuous presence. The sexual energy between them was immense even though they were not in proximity because he was besieged on all sides. Instinctively he knew that inaction was action.
At the bottom of the aisle leading out of the auditorium, he took her offered hand feeling the Chi flowing between them.
Startled, she looked into his eyes, "May I compliment you on your presentation," she asked?
Looking down at her beautiful aura, he said, "Yes."
"On stage, you were the personification of the Tao. Your dress was the perfect blend of Taoist colors, your hair projected the brightness of the philosophy, your pacing reminded me of the mighty dragon, and your creative thoughts were as straightforward and wise as the legendary Tao."
"You honor me with your words," he said as he guided her up the aisle.
They were followed by Mr. Chang.
Tad's hand was strategically placed on her back to discern her warmth, her Chi, and if she was wearing a bra. He slid his hand lower down her back to where her pantie line should be. There was no evidence of panties, and he envisioned her naked pussy surrounded by black hair.
"I would like the opportunity to speak with you about several of the more obscure Taoist topics?" She asked.
"I assume you're alluding to the Ziren or the uncarved block." he said as a surge of passion raised his temperature causing him to flush?
She blinked her long lashes over dark brown eyes, blushed, lowered her head and mumbled, "Yes, if I'm not too presumptuous?"
