On 10 Sep 2010 16:36:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #40
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>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 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
>school.
>
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>The Adventures of Stevie #40 "New Digs"
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>
>Dear Carlos,
>
>
> Staying with Jeremy is very interesting. That's what is called an
>understatement. Ha ha.
>
> He lives with a married woman and man who's kids are all grown up.
>They know my father. Zack was with him in the war. He said my father
>saved his life and almost died doing it. When he told me that, we were
>were talking at our first supper together, I said "I'm very glad to
>know you are alive." He looked at me in a strange way. I said real fast
>,"I mean, I'm very glad you didn't die. I mean I'm happy you are here
>so I can know you." It was like I was sinking into the quicksand I just
>made. Then I looked up at Jeremy next to me, and pleaded "Help!" He
>laughed and squeezed my shoulder, and said to them, "Please excuse
>Stephen. His super genius brain is a little shook up from his accident,
>and the trouble at home. He's a really nice kid who has a different
>sense of humor, who knows so much it sometimes gets a little mixed up
>on the way to his mouth and out, and I love him, just like almost
>everybody else does." I said to Jeremy in a loud whisper so they could
>all hear, "Jeremy?" He whispered loudly back to me, "Yes, Stephen?" I
>whispered loudly back, "I think you should know for the next time,
>'help' doesn't mean the same as 'please embarrass me so much I want to
>melt into any crack in the floor I can find.'" Everybody laughed, and
>it was alright.
>
> I have to say something about Jeremy. I'm a genius, and I can do some
>things other people can't do. I can't help that. It doesn't make me
>more special than anybody else is, because we are all people. I think
>the really extra special people are the people who help people to like
>other people and themselves. Jeremy is one of those. He isn't a genius,
>but he does things no genius can ever do. He is so real and kind,
>people love him, and I don't know how, and I think he doesn't either,
>he automatically says just the right things to make bad situations and
>hurt people better. It's his special gift. I think that's the most
>special gift of all, right next to the gift he gives me of being my
>closest friend. I said all that to Zack and Glena, and the two girls
>who were living with them, when Jeremy was in the bathroom so I
>wouldn't embarrass him. They looked at me with a lot of respect after
>that. I think some love, too.
>
> After Jeremy came back, I asked him about his sister. I said "How is
>she? What does she look like now? Is she more pretty than when I saw
>her last?" He said "Fine, beautiful, yes." and laughed. I said "I want
>to see her when she visits you. Does she look as good as Debbie? I
>explained to them who Debbie was. Jeremy smiled a little sideways and
>said "Hey, did you forget? I'm not the kind of guy you should be asking
>about that kind of thing." I said "Oh!" Then I looked all around the
>floor and said "Anybody spot a good sized crack in the floor for me?
>I'm ready for it now." Everybody laughed. The girls came over and
>hugged me. That was so nice, I said "Crack in the floor?" to them
>again, and held out my arms to them expectantly. They laughed again,
>because they knew what I was asking for, and hugged me again. I think
>whoever invents a permanent hug will be very rich.
>
> Then the other kids went away so Zack and Glena could tell me the
>house rules. Most were normal like cleaning and other chores, but some
>were new and different, like the clothing optional rule. We didn't have
>to wear clothes in the private areas of the house. That went for
>private guests, too, if they agreed. That was very interesting. They
>did want us to keep the furniture clean, so if we had bare buts, we
>should sit on a towel. They are naturists. Called nudists by outsiders.
>I didn't mind. I don't care who sees me, if they don't stare and make
>fun. They said that is against the rules. Good. I told them I had seen
>all kinds of naked bodies in art class and in camp. I told them "I
>prefer to wear my tight briefs most of the time, because loose parts
>moving around distracts me, and that sometimes makes some extra
>hardness I don't need to have so much of, unless I need a place to hang
>a towel." They smiled at that, and said fine. I think they were pleased
>I could talk with them normally about it. The other interesting rule is
>we had to help cook. I told them I like that and I really wanted to
>learn. They looked pleased at that. We could use the telephone when we
>liked, but not for too long because other people might want to use it.
>
> There is only one bathroom, so we had to be quick in it, so no
>masturbating in it. If I want to do that, it should be in my bedroom I
>share with Jeremy, and only if it doesn't bother him. Bother him? Ha!
>That was funny! The rule about homework isn't for me. I don't get
>grades. The last rule was about sex. I couldn't do it there. I was too
>young. I told them I agreed, and besides, I was so big I would split
>anybody wide open if I tried to stick it in them, if they were near my
>age. I said too that "I only just thought about masturbating, and tried
>it yesterday. Is it okay if I ask Jeremy to help me learn how to do it?
>He likes helping people, and he loves me, and I trust him with my
>life." They looked at each other, and nodded, and said it was okay, but
>only if he agrees to it. I shouldn't push it. They said "Don't be
>concerned. We value privacy here. Doors are not locked, not even the
>bathroom door, but we knock and wait for an answer before we try to
>enter."
>
> Then they said there is a problem. They didn't have time to get out
>the extra bed from storage. I could sleep on the couch if I wanted to.
>I said "Can I sleep with Jeremy? I had to share my bed with him before
>when his family stayed with us for a week." They said "Are you sure? If
>Jeremy doesn't mind." I said "He didn't mind before, and I have a whole
>lot to talk to him about. It's a good thing he doesn't have school
>tomorrow. There is one more reason why I want to sleep with him. Has he
>ever hugged you?" Glena said yes. I said "Then you know." Zack didn't,
>so I told him slowly and softly, like I was remembering a beautiful
>dream, "Jeremy doesn't just have a lot of love to give, he IS love.
>When he hugs you, you know for that time, you are the absolute center
>of his universe. No one exists for him but you. You are his reason for
>living. If you were lonely and hurting, you are not anymore. When his
>arms are around you, you are safe from all the bad in the world. It's
>not sexual, if you are not looking for that, it's pure honest tender
>love. I really want that. I need it. Tonight. Jeremy knows it. He would
>feel as bad as me if he couldn't give it to me. Now you know." By then,
>we all had tears flowing down our faces, even Zack.
>
> It was time for bed. I went into the waiting arms of tender healing
>love.
>
>
>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Dear Grant,
It sounds to me as if Stephen has acquired a rather inflated
estimation of his qualities, no pun intended here!
Now, regarding own painfully sheltered experiences with sexual
function and purpose, I must state that I had never required tutoring
in art of "the art", once I came to appreciate it for what it was. If
anything, it comes naturally, don't you think?
I hope you've had a good evening ... or afternoon ... or morning ...
Depending ...
Sincerely,
HMS VV
God Save the Queen.
God Bless the Prince of Wales.
God Preserve the Windsors.
Rule Britannia!
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