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The Adventures of Stevie #46
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.
The Adventures of Stevie #46 "Newses"
Dear Carlos,
My schedule for the school Spring Vacation week was get up before
breakfast and have fun with Jeremy in bed, then wash up and cook and
eat breakfast, then do some chores, then have more fun with Jeremy in
bed, then clean up and have lunch. Then do some chores, then do art and
study, or go around the city with some or all of the family, then cook
and have supper, sometimes with a guest like Tommy or father, then
maybe do some chores or play with the family, or do art or study, then
get ready for bed, then have fun with Jeremy in bed, then maybe clean
up all we squirted again, then go to sleep in his bed with his arms
around me, and have love in all my dreams. Who could ask for anything
more? I didn't!
Sometimes we did other things, like go shopping, or volunteer to help
clean at the health clinic where Zack works part time in the mornings
doing management things. We visited Mr. Johnson's sports store to get
something, and he wouldn't let us pay anything. It was embarrassing. He
gave me and Jeremy some new clothes and different kinds of balls. I had
a problem with mine. There wasn't room enough in the athletic supporter
he wanted to give me. It was funny trying to convince him I needed a
man size jock strap. Glena is going to make the waist and straps
smaller, so it will fit.
Tommy visits Jeremy a lot. Maybe me too a little. I'm so happy for
them both, I could cry. Sometimes I do. He hasn't spent the night yet.
When he does, I will sleep on the couch or with the girls. When he
visits, Tommy touches me real well in fun places, and kisses me real
well, which Jeremy smiles at, but he only kisses Jeremy lightly and
doesn't touch more than hold hands a little, but I can see the love in
them more and more as time passes. I think it will happen. I do get an
extra benefit after Tommy visits. Jeremy makes me squirt a lot more
before bed, and so does he. Does it mean he is really looking forward
to doing it with Tommy, and practicing with me? Or is his anticipation
making him so hot he has to do more to cool down? I don't know, but I'm
not complaining!
I went to school Monday morning. Glena drove me. She won't let me
take the city bus. She said it was too dangerous. I agreed, but not the
way she meant. Any bully who tried to hurt me would really not like
what would happen to him, but I'm not supposed to cause any publicity.
This time I threw up out the window, not inside. I had to explain
before she would make me go see a doctor who I already know what he
looks like. I was wearing the stone under my shirt. I didn't see
Victoria there. I wondered if she would notice the stone. I wasn't
concerned. Sometimes they are late bringing her from the hospital where
she lived, or didn't bring her on some days. Besides, we learn right
away when we start at this school, not to ask personal questions about
students or staff, and not to talk to the guards except when we have
to. Before I did anything else, I wanted to make something to put the
stone in, so I wouldn't have to have it bouncing all over my boney
chest.
When you want to learn about a weapon, it's not enough to practice
using it. You have to know ALL about it. That means how to clean it,
how to store it, how to carry it, how to repair it, and if it's
possible, how to make or build it. We learn weapons at school, so we
have a "Gun Room". That's where we do all about weapons except use
them. We have leather working stuff to make and repair holsters and
sheaths. That's what I was going to use to make a special wrist band I
could hide the stone in. First, I needed to cut out a silver disk in
the smith shop, so I could rivet it to the inside of the band, so the
silver would touch my skin, and the silver rivets through the leather
would rest against the gold on the back of the stone, so I could have
conducting contact with it, so I could use it so nobody would know.
That took only a few minutes. Then I made the band, with a snap down
cover over the stone, so I could open the cover and see the stone, and
take it out if I wanted to, without taking off the band. I would wear
it so the stone and the silver disk rested against the inside of my
wrist. That way I could wear it when practicing fighting, and not worry
about breaking it like it might if it were on the outside of my wrist,
and I blocked something with that arm. It didn't take very long to make
it. I put it on, but put the pendant back on the chain around my neck,
because I had nowhere safe to put the chain except around my neck, and
the weight of the stone kept the chain from moving around like a snake
so much under my shirt and tickling me, and went to do the usual school
things.
About an hour after lunch, I was called in to see Dr. Knot. Tommy was
there with him, and standing. That was unusual. I always saw Dr Knot by
myself in his office. I sat in front of his desk, like usual. I said
hello to them both. Tommy nodded. Dr. Knot said "I have some bad news
for you. Ready?" I set myself, and said "Yes." Just when he was about
to say something more, suddenly I knew what I had been feeling and not
understanding. I yelled "She's DEAD!" I ran out of his office so fast
the chair I was sitting on went flying. I ended up in my usual place in
the bathroom for thinking and crying, on the floor at the back wall, in
the corner.
I knew Victoria was dead. I couldn't help my reaction. I had felt
something was missing for a while, but ignored it because I didn't know
what it was. I figured it out just before Dr. Knot was going to tell
me. She was dead. I cried really hard. I blamed myself for not making
her happy and wanting to stay alive, because I knew she didn't die by
accident. She made herself die when she wanted to. It was MY fault she
was dead, and I cried and cried and cried. Then Victoria said +Stephen,
It's not your fault.+ I said "Huh? But you're dead!" She said +Silly, I
know that better than you do,+ and she LAUGHED. She never did that in
mind-talk before. I was talking out loud, but there was nobody else
there in the bathroom, so I kept doing it because it was easier.
I said "How can you talk to me when you are dead?" She said +My body
is dead, but my spirit still exists. Didn't the Abbot tell you this
life isn't the only one?+ "Yes, but I didn't believe him. I think I
still don't all the way. You are dead. I know that, but I don't know
for sure about the reincarnation stuff." +I don't either, but I think
I'm going to find out soon. I only know what happens to me. It might be
different for other people. I could't talk to you without the help of
your stone. It's not allowed for us to talk to the living from where I
am, but I had to tell you things. I didn't die because of you, I LIVED
because of you. I wanted to die before I became like you saw me, but
Shan told me you would come into my life, and you would need me, and
why. I waited inside myself for you, and we did meet, and I did help
you, and love you, and then I could end my suffering like I wanted so
much to do. I waited until you were in the hospital after your
accident, so you wouldn't notice my passing, and be injured by it, as I
was injured in my mind when my parents died while I was in their minds.
I didn't just help you, you helped me too. I will have a much better
next life because of you. I can't thank you enough for that, so I
won't. Just remember, I'm VERY happy now. I used up all the sadness of
lifetimes. Now I can be happy for a very long time. Don't be sad for
me, be happy. That will make me even happier. Now I must go.+ "WAIT,
can't you tell me more?" +No, I can't. Not because I don't want to, but
because it's something you have to experience, not know. Before I go, I
should tell you it is better not to tell anyone about our
communication. People shouldn't know what will happen, until it does.
They might not believe you anyway, and they might think you are
insane. It's better not to risk it. I want you to live the life you
should, and be happy. Goodbye Stephen.+ "Goodbye Victoria." I felt her
go. Then Tommy walked into the bathroom.
Tommy came and sat down beside me. I wiped my face. Isn't that what
sleeves are for? I said "Hi Tommy. Sorry I ran out like that," and gave
him a big smile. He looked surprised at my changed emotion, but didn't
say anything about it. He put his arm around me, and we sat like that
for a while. I said "Tommy, do you have a religion?" He said "Yes." I
said "Do you believe what it says about life after death, truly
believe? Tell me the truth. I have a good reason for asking." He said
"I just don't know." I said "Good. That's the way it should be." He
looked at me a little confused, then his eyes opened wide in surprise.
I think he guessed what happened, which would explain why I was happy,
not sad, but I wasn't going to tell him, and I think he knew that.
We went back to Dr. Knot's office, hand in hand. I didn't care if
anybody might see us like that, but nobody did. I told Dr. Knot, "I
brought Tommy back. He's alright now," and I gave him a big smile. He
looked surprised. I laughed. I said "No, I'm not crazy. I expected her
to die, sooner or later. She couldn't live forever suffering like that,
even if she had her stories to keep her company. She's not suffering
anymore. I'm happy for her. It was just a sudden shock to know it
happened. I'm sorry I acted like a baby. I'm still a kid, with a kid's
emotions, even though I'm smart and know more than most adults do.
Thank you for your help. Thank you for having Tommy here to help me,
too." Dr. Knot said "It was your father's suggestion, and a wise one.
We didn't know how you would take the news. Would you like to go home
now, or would like to resume your studies here?" I smiled really big
and said, "I always like to go home, specially if Tommy's there," and I
poked his side, and he jumped a little. "But I'm alright now. But then
I'm so happy for Victoria, I might not be able to get much done here
today. If Tommy can stay with me all day, I would like to go home. If
not, I can stay here and try to work."
Tommy called Glena and told her, and drove me home. We went into my
room. We undressed. We sat on the bed and hugged a while. Then we
kissed. A lot. Then we did other very nice things. Then for the first
time, Tommy and I squirted together, and squirted, and squirted, all
over each other. Then we did it all over again. Then we wiped things up
and hugged lying down on the bed, and went to sleep. We woke up when
Jeremy hugged us on the bed, making me the pointy meat in their
sandwich. They took turns trying to tame my point with their mouths and
tongues. It was something we never did before. It was great! I am very
happy to report it took them a LONG time to make it where it would get
tired and go to sleep.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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