In article <ek5t26p02vht5cfho7e364cmgm73ivv2p4@4ax.com>, NP-f31 wrote:
> On 1 Jul 2010 19:44:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
> >
> >
> >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...
I could send you the stories when I write them, but I won't because
they aren't completely finished until the second before I post them.
That's when I make final corrections. I don't want anybody to see them
before then.
What about YOUR stories? Got some more?
Dewd doesn't need to worry. Stevie finds out teachers are off limits.
"Unleased?" I don't think he's expecting a rental return. LOL
The lessons aren't leading anywhere I know of. They just happen from
the story. This is what happened in story #19. It was going to end in
the pool, but the kind of punishment that happened, led to a situation
I didn't want to waste, so I exploited it. Then that led to Stevie's
reaction when he found out about it, which led to his life lesson for
the story.
If you mean his school lessons, they could lead to interesting
situations when he's an adult, but mostly not while he is still a
student, except when I use them to make story ideas work better. I had
him study all those odd things because I wanted more backstory support
for future story possibilities which I hadn't thought of yet.
He knows about hands, but while very strong, his are just too small for
"working" his monster, and he doesn't have much privacy to do it at
home. He shares a bedroom with siblings he doesn't get along with,
which gives him reasons to make serious personal connections outside of
his family I can hang stories on. He does make a new friend who comes
to the rescue at his home, literally, which gives him a new subject to
study.
He can't do much about real sex until after Story #1 which I wrote
first, which he still has his problem at age 12 in camp. BUT, I'll give
you a little tease. He wanted to get goosed because something caused
him to believe his problem was gone, and YOU gave me the idea for that
cause. LOL I have serious problems explaining in new stories things I
wrote in stories out of chronological order. A novel would be easy
compared to this!
Stevie is going to experience situations of love and death in year 2 of
school, and he's going to have what could be a serious life threatening
injury, and he's going to be beaten up. Maybe not in that order. It's
all true, but I could be misleading you a little. Read and find out!
LOL
I have a problem with the Stevie stories. I made the character a child
genius. That makes him much smarter than me, so I can't write with the
intelligence he will have beyond about age 14, and he would be getting
to the age which would be beyond the interest of most of the people
here. I know how to end it, but not when. Any ideas?
--
Grant
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