On 1 Jul 2010 19:44:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #12
>
>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.
>All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
>that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
>Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
>Stevie is 11 in this story, which takes place near the end of the
>regular school term.
>
>
>The Adventures of Stevie #12 "Kit Hacker"
>
>
>Dear Carlos,
>
>
> I made a new very good friend today! His name is Kit Hacker. He is 16
>and has blond hair. He's very good looking, but very thin, and smiles a
>lot. Father brought him into my bedroom when I was drawing and
>introduced us. He said Kit is one of the smartest people he knows and I
>should get to know him, and it's alright to talk about the school
>because he knows all about it. Then father left and I talked with Kit.
>One time when he turned his head I saw he had a pony tail so I asked
>him "Why do you have a pony tail?" He said "Why not"? Then I acted like
>I was looking around him and said "Okay, but what did you do with the
>rest of the pony?" He stared at me and then laughed. He said "Your
>father warned me about you". I came back real fast with "What did he
>say?" "Oh, nothing bad, just that you are smarter than most, and you
>have a sly sense of humor." I said "Well, I do, and I'm keeping it",
>and we both laughed. He looked at my models and said "I have never seen
>these kinds of models before. Where can I get some like them?" I said
>"You can't", and I told him why. I will tell you too.
>
> I get regular plastic models you put together yourself from the
>store, but I don't look at the instructions. I put parts from lots of
>kits all together and make things I want from them, like space ships
>and moon bases and other things you can't get models for. If the parts
>I have don't fit, I cut them or grind them or bend them with heat. All
>that makes a big mess I have to clean up, but I like what I finish
>making. It's like sculpture in plastic. Easier than woking with metal,
>and you don't have to fire it like you do with clay. Sometimes I put
>lights and motors in them. I put a little pump in a sub so it can rise
>and sink. I want to be a lot of things when I grow up but engineer is
>something I really want. They didn't like engineering in school very
>much, but they like it better now after I told them it would really
>help with lock picking and safe cracking, which I don't know why they
>want us to learn, but it's fun for me because I can do it very well
>because of my strong fingers and extra hearing. One thing I don't like
>about those subjects is you have to memorize a lot of stuff. You can't
>pick a lock or crack a safe if you don't know all about it, which is
>who made it and what model it is, so you know what kind of keys it uses
>or how many numbers in the combination and which way and how many turns
>you have to dial it.
>
> Kit said he is in the Boy Scouts. An Eagle Scout. That's a special
>level for really good and smart Scouts. You have to be a real leader to
>be one. I said wanted to be in scouts, but that's not true, and I
>didn't have time for scouts. He said he knew and was sorry about it,
>but I could go camp this summer and it's just as good. I told him I
>don't want to go to camp. I have too many things to do here which I
>like. He said I should try it. I could learn some things I couldn't
>learn any other way. Good things. I said maybe. Then he said my father
>wants me to go. I knew right then I was going. Father is not somebody
>you can argue with. Even if you don't think so, what he wants just
>happens. I was thinking about all that when I felt somebody hug me.
>
> It was Kit, which I had stopped noticing. It felt good. Kit felt very
>good and exciting just like he was Jeremy. I was surprised at that and
>hugged him back I think a little more than he expected. My monster
>liked it a lot. I could tell his did too. I could tell he knew I knew.
>Then he let me go and I reached for him to come back. Kit said "Hmm,"
>like he didn't know what to say, and then "Do you know about this kind
>of thing?" I whispered "Yes, it means we have sexual feelings for each
>other. I know all about it." Then he said "So you know we can't do
>those things with each other?" I said through my crumpled face and
>dripping eyes, "WHY?" He said "Because I could go to jail for a very
>long time if I do sexual things with you." I said "I didn't know that!
>Doc didn't tell me those stuffy people who don't like homo things
>actually made laws against it." He asked about Doc, and I told him what
>Doc said.
>
> Kit said "Doc is a good man, but sometimes it's better to learn
>things a little at a time, and not all at once. That could be why he
>didn't tell you it all at once, and maybe he didn't know everything.
>Yes there are laws, but not just for gay people. That's right, we
>prefer that word because we chose it. The other words are like insults.
>There are laws to protect kids from having a really bad time with
>adults who want to do sex things with them. Sometimes adults don't ask,
>and really hurt the kids they think they love. The law says kids don't
>have the ability to know what's good for them and what's bad, so the
>law is there to help protect them by punishing older people who hurt
>them. Unfortunately, the law doesn't make exceptions for kids like you
>who are smarter than they are. They are right in a way, because there
>are some things you can't learn any way but by experience, and kids'
>brains are still growing and changing, and can't understand some things
>until later. Doc is right to say you shouldn't do it just to please
>somebody, but kids do want to please adults they like, even though it
>might hurt them later. The law is there because of that. Sometimes the
>law has to be a little bad for some people so it can be good for most
>people."
>
> I thanked him for telling me all that. Then I said "I don't want you
>to go to jail, EVER! I'm glad I can talk to you about these things. You
>are really a great person and I like you very much. Can I ask you about
>something else that's private?" He said "Sure. I would be honored." I
>told him all about Will, and about my monster and jump away problems.
>He got really angry about what Will did and looked like he wanted to
>cry. He said I should tell an adult I trust right away if anything like
>that happens ever again. People like Will need to be stopped before
>they can become worse and really hurt and maybe kill some boy. I was
>surprised, and he said yes it does happen. I shivered at how bad it
>could have been.
>Then we talked about my monster. He said the jump away problem will
>probably go away when I have puberty. That's good! Ha ha. Then he said
>he was really sick when he was little and had to take medicines which
>made his monster really big for his age, so he knew how I felt about
>it. I wanted to see it, so I asked him. He said there is a law against
>that too. Sheesh! "I can't show you, because it's against the law, and
>for another reason. Your father trusts me to be good to you. I don't
>want to do anything on purpose he wouldn't want me to do. I have an
>idea, though. Let me think about it. Do you want your gift now?"
>
> I said "Gift? What gift?" He said "I almost forgot. Since you are
>going to camp, you will need something to swim in, so I brought
>something for you just like what I wear." He reached outside the door
>and brought back a bag and gave it to me. I took out a beautiful very
>bright blue swim suit that said Speedo on it. He said the color is
>"Neon Blue". I said "It's great! Blue is my favorite color. Thank you
>very much! Can I try it on now?" He said "Sure, but wait till I close
>the door." He did and I stripped so fast I tore some buttons off my
>shirt. Kit's eyes opened real wide and he said "Wow!" I put my hands up
>near his chin. He asked me why I did that. I said "So I can catch your
>eyeballs for you if they pop out." He almost strangled trying not to
>laugh. He laughed anyway. So did I.
>Then I tried to put on the suit. Tried. Couldn't. My monster liked his
>attention so much it got as big as it could get and kept jumping up at
>him. I was not embarrassed. I wanted him to see it and like it, and not
>just because I knew he wanted to. He tried to look serious and said "I
>think maybe you should wait and try it on later. Get dressed now
>because I have an idea about something we could do that you wanted to."
>
> I got dressed in a hurry. I left my shirt out so my monster wouldn't
>show too much. Then he said "I'm going to go into the bathroom. I'm
>going to pull my pants and underwear down so I can use the toilet. I
>will not lock the door. I will not be surprised if some curious kid
>comes in without knocking. The door will have to stay open a little,
>but I can be warned if somebody hears somebody coming, by somebody who
>might be nearer the door. Got it?" I was too excited to speak, so I
>nodded so hard my head almost flew off. I was going to need it, so I
>held it on so it would stay.
>It happened just like he said it would, except for one more thing. He
>let me touch it! It was big like mine, and hard and soft and smooth at
>the same time. Then I had to leave and go back to the bedroom. I felt
>really good! I think he didn't feel too bad himself. Ha ha.
>
> He came back in the bedroom and said "There is one more thing I
>almost forgot to tell you." I said "What what what" like I couldn't
>stop, because I knew it would be exciting too. He said "I'm going to
>teach at your school next year." I don't know what I said after that
>because I was so happy and excited, but it must have been very loud. I
>grabbed and hugged him so tight I think he couldn't breath. I had to
>let go after a while so I could unsmash my nose from his chest and put
>my glasses on straight. Father came in and asked what the noise was
>about. He had a small smile so I think he knew a little. Kit told him
>why I yelled. So did I at the same time Father's head was going back
>and forth like he was watching ping pong. He held up his hand and said
>"Good," and signaled "question" to Kit. I didn't see what Kit signaled
>back. Then father told me I can tell Kit anything I wanted to about
>anything, and Kit would keep it private even from my father if I asked.
>He said everybody should have a special friend to share secrets with,
>and Kit can be mine if we both want it, because he trusts Kit and I can
>too. I signaled "question" to Kit and he said "Yes!" I told father YES
>too.
>
> That night, and every night after, I went to sleep thinking about
>Kit. His swim suit helped, because I had it next to the pillow so I
>could see it when I opened my eyes I didn't want to close. The
>beautiful Neon Blue gift from Kit smelled like him, too. I think he
>might have worn it before he gave it to me. I want to think that, and
>that he is so smart he would know I would like that VERY much, because
>I really do.
>
>
>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Hey Grant,
Enter KitHacker. I'm getting the impression that all the lessons
Stevie is learning are leading to something interesting. It will be a
shame if the monster is not unleased. But who could handle such a
challenge? Well, perhaps handle was a poor choice of words. I keep
waiting for Stevie to discover that he has a hand attached to his arm.
LOL!
Don't let Dewd find out about Stevie, the poor boy will have his eyes
scracthed out.
I look forward to the next installment.
Doc
Turning the page to see if he can peek ahead...
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