Title: Meditation ``°°ºº¤oøO§Oøo¤ºº°°``°°ºº¤oøO§Oøo¤ºº°°``°°ºº¤oøO§Oøo¤ºº°°`` "Masturbating, are you, hmm?" The question was calm, if sly. A strangled exclamation of shock flew from Obi-Wan's lips as he rolled over in the sun-warmed grass of the Garden to face his inquisitor. "Master Yoda!" he gasped. "Of course I'm not! Not in public, certainly." Yoda's ears twitched. "Aha. Lying down for meditation, you were, then, hmm?" he teased. Obi-Wan couldn't stop the color that flooded his cheeks. "Well, Master, if you must know, yes. My Master will be joining me here shortly." Yoda looked faintly disappointed. "Ah. A shame, it is, that masturbating you were not." Obi-Wan choked on nothing in particular. "What?!" he squeaked. Yoda grinned devilishly at him. "Likes to watch, Qui-Gon does. Catch him for sure, you will, if that sort of meditation, you practice." Obi-Wan flushed again. Did *everyone* but Qui-Gon know? The old Master cackled gleefully as he shuffled out
of the Garden. Fin |