On Tue, 22 Jun 2010 14:48:46 -0400, Mover <Mover@Watch-Me.com> wrote:
>In article <Grant-me-that-2106102@Grant.Grant>, +Grant.
><+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
>> 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
>
>I see what you mean, about the explanations. They promise intriguing
>things to come.
>
>An important lesson, is very true. I like it.
>Stevie is growing up, as should we all.
>
>I look forward to reading your next creation.
>
>Mover, the avid reader
>
>Ps
>Doc is wrong. The posters who contributed to the names of "Dr. Wyman
>Knot (lol) and Mrs. Toffeeknees", were not always enemies, contrary to
>what Doc wanted, and did collaborate at times.
Dear Mover,
" ... as should we all."
Should we?
Growing up is the seed of all the problems in the world.
Think about it.
Respectfully,
VV
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