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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: Re: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #15 "Kittens and Privacy" +*+*+*+
Date: 13 Jul 2010 23:19:02 -0500
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In article <mutp365f31k3645i3ms736nbp1turl4m70@4ax.com>, NP-f31 wrote:
> On 12 Jul 2010 19:07:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
> >
> >
> >The Adventures of Stevie #15
> >
> >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.
> >The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
> >Stevie is 11 in this story, in year 1 of summer camp.
> >
> >The Adventures of Stevie #15 "Kittens and Privacy"
> >
> >
> >Dear Carlos,
> >
> >
> > Summer camp is not like I imagined. That is absolutely true because I
> >didn't try to imagine it before. Ha ha. I know a lot of new kids now I
> >didn't know before. They couldn't be more different from each other if
> >they tried. I think some actually did try. I am one of them.
> >
> > I met my new friends first in a big building in the city very early
> >in the morning. There we got together and lined up to be registered for
> >the camp. There was a boy at the head of the line making a loud fuss
> >about everything. He said he was already registered, and if they
> >weren't nice to him his kittens would be hurt and he kept yelling about
> >cat's trading people. I thought that was strange, but I discovered
> >George is strange in a lot of ways, and it isn't good to ask him about
> >his strangeness. It just makes him louder. Sometimes he is very nice
> >too. I'll tell you more about that later.
> >
> > Then we got on big busses and drove away on a very long trip. Our
> >suitcases were already loaded. Kids who were going to be in the same
> >cabins were on the same buss, two cabins to a bus. George was on my
> >buss, and the sticker on his shirt said he was in my cabin too. I
> >thought "Oh no!" Everybody talked to each other after we all introduced
> >ourselves. The names on our stickers were actually who we were! Ha ha.
> >Some of the boys had been to this camp before and told the rest of us
> >all about it. I think they weren't very good describers because it was
> >much better than they said. We stopped for lunch and then drove some
> >more. We got to camp and got our suitcases and went to our cabins and
> >chose our beds. They were all against the walls and had shelves for our
> >things. Our 2 cabins were stuck together at one end by a little
> >bathroom. Then we went to the dining hall to eat and be told about the
> >camp. I will tell you about it too.
> >
> > The camp is in the woods on a not steep hill next to the ocean. The
> >boys part is closer to the ocean, and the girl's part is up the hill on
> >the other side of the main buildings and very big swimming pool, which
> >can hold all the campers in it at once in the shallow end. If we don't
> >eat too much. Ha ha. There are lots of activities we can do, and nobody
> >has to do something they don't like, but the counselors are very good
> >at convincing campers to try. They are too many to write about now. I
> >will do that for each one I do, so I can write more about the sports,
> >movies, social things, and arts and crafts. George wasn't the only
> >camper to make a loud fuss. I did it too, in front of the whole camp!
> >
> > JEREMY IS HERE! He is a "Counselor In Training". A CIT. Each cabin
> >has a regular counselor and a CIT. He is not in my cabin or the one
> >next to us. As soon as I saw him in the dining hall, I screamed his
> >name real loud and ran up to him and jumped all over him. I must have
> >looked really funny to everybody. I didn't care. He said "Hi Stephen!"
> >and smiled. I told him how nice it was to see him again and told him I
> >had a problem I needed to tell him about after we ate and could I
> >please do it? He said it would be alright and he will tell his
> >counselor and mine to make it official. After we ate I told him about
> >my monster problem, which he already knew about because he saw it
> >already. I told him I didn't want the other campers to see it because
> >it is too big and they would never stop talking about it. He said I
> >would be very popular. I said that would be alright but not THAT way.
> >He agreed, and said he would tell the camp director.
> >
> > After I talked to Jeremy, the camp director and his assistant who is
> >is wife got up on the stage and spoke.
> >"Welcome to our camp," he said, and shouted "I'm the Director and I'm
> >INSANE FOR BOYS." Then his wife shouted "I'm the Assistant Director and
> >I'm INSANE FOR GIRLS!" I wonder if they really are. Ha ha. They told us
> >all about how good the camp is and all the usual welcome stuff. Then we
> >all went to our cabins to unpack and settle in. Our counselor is a
> >college student and so is our CIT who is younger. The counselors sleep
> >in the same cabin we do but behind a partition campers are not allowed
> >to go into. Our CIT lives in the town next to the camp so he doesn't
> >sleep at the camp like the others but sleeps at home. We unpacked and
> >George made a fuss again because there wasn't enough space on the wall
> >to put all the pictures of his kittens on it. I wouldn't mind so much
> >about his fussing if his bed wasn't next to mine, but they are really
> >good pictures. I could almost hear them purr. Maybe that was George. Ha
> >ha. Mike is next to me on the other side. He looked sick. I asked him
> >what was wrong. He said he had a stomachache. I was sorry for him and
> >sat next to him on his bed to keep him company. I think nobody who is
> >hurting should be alone.
> >
> > The camp director came in and talked to our counselor. I saw them
> >look in my direction a few times when they were talking. I could see
> >them over the top of the partition. Then he left and our counselor
> >asked me over to him and he explained the special arrangements they
> >made for me. I can change clothes in the counselor's area and use the
> >counselor's shower house. Not like the boys big open shower house, it
> >has separate stalls so I don't need to look at undressed counselors. I
> >didn't say I don't mind looking because I have seen everything in art
> >class that's possible to see about people. Mine might be bigger than
> >theirs anyway. Ha ha.
> >
> > I changed into my PJs first in the counselor's area and then he told
> >the other campers it was time to change for bed. The boys who had been
> >in camp before didn't have any problem undressing in front of the
> >others, but the new boys were embarrassed. That made their monsters
> >wake up and they were more embarrassed. Red faced, too. The other boys
> >said don't worry about it and made theirs big too. Then they had a
> >contest to see who had the biggest. They had a lot of fun measuring
> >each other. Sometimes they took longer to measure than they really
> >needed to. Nobody minded. I was really sorry I couldn't do any of that
> >with them, so I didn't look because I might cry. Then we went to bed.
> >
> > I think I was right to hide my monster, even though it makes me sad I
> >can't play monster-grab with them. Theirs are all so tiny, mine would
> >make me a freak to them. If they like me I want it to be about how nice
> >I am, not about how strange my monster is.
> >
> > That was my first day a camp. I will have a lot more to write about
> >next time. We have to write a letter home every week, so I can do an
> >extra one to you without any bother. It's the write thing to do. Ha ha.
> >
> >
> >Your friend,
> >
> >Stephen
>
> Hey Grant!
>
> How did this post slip through my kf? ;) I like how you worked IFB
> into the story. Being a Camp Counselor at a boy's camp would probably
> be his ultimate job.
I was tough, but I did it. LOL
> I'm very sad for Stevie as his monster is apparently so big that he
> feels like a freak, or is afraid he'll be perceived as one. Big or
> little, his equipment is all natural and he shouldn't have to hide or
> be afraid of the reaction of others. I wonder if he would have had the
> same reaction if his dink was dinky? I don't think Stevie is feeling
> shame, per se, but he obviously is concerned enough that he thinks
> ahead to make special arrangements.
He has very little body modesty. He just wants most people to pay
attention to his "personality" and not view him as a sex object. LOL
Maybe. There is the story where his pants keep falling down.
There is a post where he deliberately thinks moves ahead. He calls it
"Chessing". I just made that up for story #30.
> It is probably even bigger than I imagined it was, in which case it
> will be REALLY interesting to see how it (and he) react to a serious
> sexual attraction. So far his experimentation has been tentative and
> playful. If he meets a pretty girl (or guy) who flips his switch the
> monster will demand attention. His eventual partner wil have quite a
> challenge.
When we first met his "monster" in all it's glory, with his downstairs
neighbor who christened it with that name, Stevie said it was the
length if his forearm. He isn't the kind of boy who would have measured
it at that age, so that was the only comparison I could make. So,
what's the size of a short 11yo boy's forearm?
His extra large accessory started with the original Stevie story, and
I'n stuck with it, so he can't stick with it. Not without killing his
lover. Or maybe not. Talk about splitting hairs. LOL
His monster demands attention a lot. In one story it gets him in
serious, potentially fatal, trouble. And you are partially to blame for
that. He would forgive you. Find out why when you read it. It happens
after he turns 12.
> So far you've made little object lessons for each story, but you
> aren't over doing it. Well done!
Thanks.
Oh but I will! Overdo it. Why not? If I can, I will, just to see how it
works. #30 might qualify. It has a "Rule" in it. It's a Mother of a
story. LOL
> Doc
> NP-f31
I don't write the stories for the lessons. I look at the story after I
write it and see what the lesson is, if it has one, and tack it on.
Strangely, most of the stories do have good lessons. Coincidence?
I have a personal question. In one of the stories, there is a new
camper in the cabin who really has the biggest (except for Stevie). I
didn't name him. I just had the idea to name him Tim, and his nickname
would evolve from "Tim's Boner", to you probably guessed it. Would it
be okay if I did that? I need to know before I post #23.
--
Grant
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