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The Adventures of Stevie #9
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
It's spring now, and Stevie has just turned 11. He has studied to
become a better communicator, and has succeeded.
The Adventures of Stevie #9 "Tit for Tat"
Dear Carlos,
I learned a very important lesson this week. I will tell you about it
later. First I have to tell you about what happened in fencing class.
The teacher was surprised I hit what I aim for all the time, no matter
how fast I move. I told him it was because of two things. I have very
strong fingers from my metal sculpture I have been doing since I was
very little, and I always know exactly where the target is, so I can
aim the foil fast and thrust right. He didn't believe me, so I showed
him. He believes me now and is a little sore for it. Ha ha. I showed
him how strong my fingers are by grabbing his wrist and squeezing it
until he yelled STOP. He was very surprised a weak looking little boy
could to that. I guess he never saw me practice bending forks and
spoons with the fingers of one hand at lunch. The judo and karate
teacher we call Sensei already knows. Then I put some tape on the wall
in different places and wrote numbers on them. I turned my back to the
wall and told him to call out the numbers in any order. He did that and
I hit each number over my shoulder with the tip of the foil without
looking, as fast as he could call out the numbers. He said "how did you
do that?" I said "I already told you. I know where the targets are. I
saw them, remember? I didn't have to look again because they didn't
move." I don't think he believed me, but he couldn't think of anything
else. It was a good thing I didn't tell him most times I don't have to
see a target at all to know where it is, even if I never saw it before.
I think Sensei knows, because nobody can sneak up behind me and get
away with it, but he won't tell. I will explain it.
Sometimes I know about things I can't see, because I have special
hearing. I can hear very soft sounds that nobody else can hear until
the sounds get louder, and I can hear higher frequencies than normal
people, which only animals like cats and dogs can hear. Mother doesn't
know because she would think I am a freak. Father knows because he saw
that loud sounds hurt my ears more than normal people, and had me
tested. There is something else nobody can really understand except
somebody who is blind. Just like them I can use my ears to see. They
learn it because they don't have eyes that work so they have to
concentrate on hearing, but I do it better because I was born with
better hearing and grew up with seeing ears so my brain grew in a way
that helps me use that better, just like bats see in the dark with
their ears. They make sounds and listen to them bounce off things. That
tells them where the thing is and how hard it is, because sounds bounce
back sharper from hard things than soft things which soak up part of
the sound. You can make different kinds of sounds, and from what comes
back you can tell different things about what they bounce off of. If
you don't believe me I can tell how you can hear this for yourself.
Have you ever been in a room that echos when you make a sound? That's
what I hear all the time, but I get a lot more information from it
because I can hear higher frequencies that bounce better. If you hang
lots of curtains in that room, the echos will stop because the sounds
are absorbed by the cloth. Here is another test. Go into a quiet medium
size room and put an electric fan in it. You sit or stand about 10 feet
from the fan with your back to it, so you can feel the wind on you. Ask
somebody to walk halfway between you and the fan as quiet as they can
so you can't hear them move, and stand between you and the fan. You
will hear the sound from the fan change when they do that. You might be
able to feel the difference in the air on your skin when the air
changes the way it moves, too. I hear these things and a whole lot
more. Because of this I have a good picture of a room I'm in and know
everything that changes in it, all without having to think about it or
see it with my eyes. There is more. I can hear people breathing and
sometimes their heart beat, and their knees and elbows move, and their
shoes squeak, and their clothing rubbing together that they can't hear.
This helps me a lot in body reading and signaling, which I will explain
to you next.
We don't just communicate by talking. We communicate with how our faces
and bodies move, sometimes even more than speaking. It's like a
language and a code. The language is simple but the codes are complex
and hard to read unless you learn and practice. A language is a way to
communicate ideas and a lot more. A code is something that means
something it isn't. It's like shaking your head. Unless you are trying
to avoid a fly buzzing around your face, it means you are saying NO.
That's a simple code. If you put a lot of simple codes together you can
make it almost as complex as a real language and communicate a lot of
information with it, which we all do but most people don't notice we
send and receive this information from each other all the time. If we
don't know we are doing it, and don't study the body codes and what
they mean, we can't fake it, so people who know the body codes can
learn a lot about us we don't want them to, like they can tell if we
lie. My father teaches this part time at the school, and cyphers and
lock-picking too, which are more things we can talk about later. There
is one more thing about this. You can make up your own codes, like lift
your shoulder and move a little finger at the same time to say you are
hungry to somebody who you told that's what it means. You can make up
your own secret body code and nobody else will know what it means
except the people who learn it. This way we can do like talking to each
other and nobody knows we are doing it. Father teaches it to us.
Students have our own body code at the school. Teachers have a
different code. They don't know I know most of it because I am my
father's best body code student. We call doing it signaling. I can
understand the body language better than normal people because I can
hear some of it, not just see it. I am very good at reading poker
players. Ha ha.
You should know about all this because it helps explain what happened
later.
Ever since I learned what breasts are for, I have been very curious
about them. I decided to experiment. SueAnn is a student at my school.
She is 14 and has big breasts, and is very shy. When I see her in the
hallway and nobody else is around, I run up to her and squeeze one of
her breasts a little. She holds very still and her face turns bright
pink. She looks like a like a frozen popsicle in a dress with hot sauce
on top. Then she runs to the girl's bathroom, and I run away to the
boy's bathroom to wait for my monster to quiet down. So far I have done
this to both her breasts and with both of my hands, which I change back
and forth, and no milk has come out yet to make her dress wet. She
never tells on me. These experiments are exciting in a fun way. A week
ago I ran into the bathroom after one of the experiments, and Will was
there standing in the middle with his zipper down.
Will is 14 and is the strongest student. He has bigger muscles than
anybody I ever saw. He can lift people over his head! He is the best at
judo, but I never practiced with him. He likes me a little because I'm
good at karate, and I have a special claw hand shape I use to grab,
that's very strong.
His zipper was down because it was broken. He asked me to help him fix
it because my hands are smaller than his and would fit there better,
and I have very strong fingers. I tried jerking the zipper thing up for
a long time and it didn't move, but something else did. His monster
grew upward too. I couldn't help touching it through his tight white
briefs when I was jerking the zipper up, because his pants were so
tight. He started making little moaning noises like a ghost from the
bottom of a dry well. I knew what that meant! I tried to back away
before he made my fingers slimy, but he grabbed my hands and made them
rub his monster more. I was caught and couldn't get away. Then his
monster jumped and my fingers were wet and sticky. He let me go, and I
washed my hands. I said I couldn't fix his zipper, and was going to get
some safety pins to close his pants, and ran out of there.
I came back with the pins, and gave them to him. He asked me to help
him put them in. I tried but he jerked my face too close to his zipper
for some reason I don't know, and I accidentally stabbed my thumb with
the pin. A little blood came out. He said he was sorry, but didn't
sound like it, and pulled me up so he could look at it. Then he put my
whole thumb in his mouth and sucked hard up and down it. It felt
strange and and my monster liked it a little. I asked him why he was
doing it, and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go. He made some
noises but he couldn't talk so I could understand while my thumb was
plugging up his mouth. Now I know why the dentist didn't understand
what I was trying to tell him. I finally pulled my thumb away, which
came out with a loud "plop". I was rubbing my thumb dry on my shirt
while I ran out of there and back to class. I run everywhere. He came
back a little later with his pants closed with the safety pins.
Things changed. Will kept looking at me all day and the next day like
he was hungry and rubbing his zipper when he thought nobody would see.
He was wrong. People did see and I could tell they didn't like it. That
kind of body code doesn't lie. I didn't like it either, and I didn't
like what he made me do in the bathroom. He didn't ask, and that made
it bad. If Jeremy asked me, I might do it, but Jeremy is nice and would
never make me, and Will is mean and might hurt me to make me. Then the
school psychologist Dr. Wyman Knot came and signaled a come-with code
to Mrs. Toffeekness, the literature teacher who was in the class, and
they went out of the classroom and whispered to each other, which I
heard without them knowing it. They were going to take Will away. Then
they came back in and took Will out of the class. He never came back.
They said Will was expelled, and we would never see him again. I felt
better he wasn't here anymore to do what he did, but I felt sorry for
him too. This is a great school.
What happened with Will made me think about what I did with SueAnn.
Then I ran to the bathroom and cried. I was just as mean as Will! I
didn't want to be like that. NEVER NEVER NEVER! I didn't want to make
people feel bad like Will did to me. I didn't want to be expelled too.
Then I wiped my face and went to talk to SueAnn. I told her I was very
sorry I did what I did to her without her permission, that I didn't
understand it was bad before, and I would never do it again. She said
"thank you", and took my hand, and we went back to class. I almost
cried again.
I learned this very important lesson.
Doing things to people's body's they don't want you to do is very bad.
Making them do things to your body they don't want to do is very bad
too.
Making people feel bad so you can feel good is maybe the worst thing in
the world.
I will remember this lesson all my life.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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