The Adventures of Stevie #78
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, in year 3 of his special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #78 "Rod's Parents"
Dear Carlos,
I woke up before Rod and Davie. We were still tangled together on the
floor. I played with Rod's nuts to wake him up happy. He did, and was.
Then he played with mine while I woke up Davie that way. He woke and
smiled, and pushed against my hand while he was stretching. That's my
absolute best way of waking up, so I thought they might like it too. I
told them that, and they thanked me and agreed it was great. I was
happy. We made each other squirt. It wasn't like last night, which was
new and exciting for all of us, because Davie was excited to be with
his new friend for the first time. This time it was natural for loving
friends to help each other start the day off right. It did.
We showered together in the kids' bathroom, very carefully, and
dressed. I wore some of Davie's clothes, but not at the same time he
did. Their parents like to sleep late on saturdays, so we played some
games. Then I suggested we cook breakfast for everybody. We made french
toast and pancakes, which we kept warm in the oven. Then we fried some
sausages when it was their usual wakeup time, so the smell would tell
them what we had really for them. I could hear they were already up,
even though the other kids couldn't. They came into the kitchen. Their
mother said "And what do we have here?" Davie said "A kitchen." I
laughed. Rod said in a loud whisper to me "Don't encourage him." That
earned him a poke from me and Davie. We showed them what we had cooked,
and asked them if they wanted anything more. They didn't. We brought it
all to the table. Their father carried the little pot I had used to
warm the maple syrup on the stove in. Rod carried the big plates with
the warm french toast and pancakes, and I carried the plate with the
sausages. Davie set the table and poured the drinks. Some of it went in
the glasses. We ate. Everybody liked it. I got asked what I did with
the french toast and to the pancakes to make them taste so good. I said
I sprinkled ground cinnamon on the french toast after soaking them in
the eggs, before I put them in the pan to cook, and I put some ground
nutmeg in the pancake batter. The butter on top made it even better. I
think they might want to do something like that next time.
After we ate, I signaled to Rod I wanted time alone with his parents.
He dragged his brother with him to help with the dishes, while his
parents and I went into the living room and talked. I started by
saying, "I want to discuss some things with you, professionally. So you
know I can do that, I should tell you I expect to have 3 masters
degrees finished before the end of this school term, in art,
engineering, and psychology, and maybe one in education if I have
time." Their father said "This should be interesting. Go ahead." I said
"First, I want to know what you think about homosexuality. I have 2
foster brothers who were hurt by people who didn't like them for that.
It was their families who did it. The boy we rescued would have been
killed, if he hadn't died from the torture. Before you answer, I should
tell you I wanted to be bisexual, so I could have twice as many people
to choose from to be in love with, but it's not happening that way. I
don't have sexual feelings for boys, just girls. I play with boys just
for fun and sharing happiness. I am pretty sure Rod isn't gay. I don't
know about Davie, because it's too early to tell about him. How do you
feel about homosexuality in general, and how would you feel if Davie
turned out to be gay?"
Their mother said "We have already discussed this with each other,
and his father and I feel we can accept and love him just as much as we
do now. Our religion is against homosexuality, but we are healers and
scientists, who don't live in the dark ages. We know more now, and we
should be more accepting of the natural differences in individual
people. Thank you for your concern, but you have more on your mind, I'm
sure. I'm sorry, but I don't think we can help you regarding the
violence you mentioned." I said "Thank you, that's alright. Now we can
talk about me, which you might find more interesting. I can do some
things which are supposed to be impossible to the Western way of
understanding things. I would like to understand more about how I do
them, through examination and experimenting. What do you think of the
idea?" Their father said "This sounds intriguing. What are the
abilities you want to know more about?" I said "Do you know about the
oriental concept of separate life energy centers in the body called
'chakras?" They said they had heard of it, but didn't know much. I said
"How about seeing auras?" Their father said, "I've heard of that too.
It doesn't sound possible."
I smiled and said, "If it were possible, I wouldn't have to discuss
it with you." They smiled. I said "I can't prove I can see them, but I
can prove what seeing them helps me to do. Nobody can conceal a lie
from me. I can see the change in their auras when they lie. I can use
specific life energy from certain of my chakras to affect people in
different ways, such as making somebody sleep, which Rod saw me do. I
can demonstrate one thing right now, with a hug. Don't worry, I would
never hurt anybody this way." I hugged each of them in turn, and gave
them some love energy. They both said "Wow." I said "It can't be
measured by science that I know of, but people DO feel it. In fact,
they are quite surprised when Jeremy does it to them, and he doesn't
know how he does it. I do. There is something else I can demonstrate.
Animals do what I tell them to do. Mentally. Dogs are easiest. There is
one next door. Oh, I forgot to mention, I have a mental way of seeing
living things which is more than just seeing auras, which doesn't have
to do with real eyes, anyway. I can see the life glow of people and
animals, even if I can't see them with my eyes, up to a mile away, if I
concentrate hard, or just about 25 to 50 yards most of the time. That's
not hard to demonstrate and prove it. I can explain how all this works
in Eastern science, but not in Western science. That's why I'm asking
you about all this now."
Their father said "This is a lot to take in. We will have to think
about it." I smiled and said, "Fine. Thinking is good. How would you
like a little demonstration now? Your neighbor's dog is outside. Is
there a window where we can see it do tricks for us?" We went to the
kitchen window over the sink. The wash up crew were just finishing. I
had to stand on a chair to see through it to the ground next door. I
didn't need to see the dog to make it do things, but I didn't want to
run it into something. I don't know what kind of dog it was, but it was
big and hairy. It liked me when I said hello to it. I held 2 fingers up
where everybody except Davie could see them, and made the dog take 2
steps in different directions. I signaled Rod to make suggestions. He
moved his flat hand down. I made the dog lie down. Then Rod wiggled the
ends of his fingers, so I made the dog crawl. His father made a talking
motion with his fingers. His mother made 3 fingers. I made the dog
stand up and bark 3 times. I let the dog go, and got down from the
chair. Their father said "Did you need to see?" I said "That nice dog
was pretty active, wasn't he? It was a good thing he didn't bump into
anything." He nodded. I think I convinced them.
I went with Rod and Davie to play. Some time after that, Rod said "We
usually go to Church Sunday mornings. Can you come with us?" I said,
"Sure, why not?" He said "It's a Catholic Church. They use what we call
Altar Boys, to help with the services. They asked Davie to be one. I
told my parents not to allow it." Davie said "Why not? Why can't I be
one?" Rod told him "It's a private thing. Something I have to talk
about with Stephen first. Can you leave us alone for a while so we can
do that?" Davie said "Well, I suppose so, but you better tell me
later." He went outside, a little unhappy. Ron said "You know Priests
are not allowed to have sex or marry? Well, that makes them very
sexually frustrated. Some of them break their vows and have sex with
women, but it's much easier and safer to have sex with the Altar Boys,
forcing them if they have to, and making them afraid of God's
punishment if they tell. I don't know if it's happening in our church,
but some of the boys talk, and it could be possible. If it is, I don't
think it's what most of the boys really want to do. Can you help us?
Help them?" I said "I'm coming with you. Tell your parents I am." I was
NOT happy. It was happening, or Rod wouldn't tell me and ask for help.
It looked like I was going to be doing a role reversal in the
Confessional on Sunday.
We went out to play in the grass. It was fun, because I put the
Church problem out of my mind for the rest of the day. We had lunch,
and rested after it in the bedroom. Not completely resting. We were
lying around on the floor, tickling gently, kissing sometimes, and
hands down pants monster grabbing and ball playing, all natural boy
stuff, and talking about girls and sports, and other interesting
things. It was great, just being with them, and I told them so. We
hugged and kissed, and then we went outside to play with the neighbors'
dog. They let us. I let him jump all over me like he wanted it. He
deserved to have his own idea fun, after what I made him do before.
Then we went inside and had supper. After that, we went to the living
room, we kids on the carpet. Their father told me, "We would like to
have you come to the hospital. There is someone we would like you to
see. He is a Doctor, but does Acupuncture, too. You 2 will have much to
talk about. Then we can all discuss it later." I said "Sure. Let me
know when we can, and I will see about getting approval and the
schedule." Davie wanted to know what we were talking about. I hugged
and tickled him and said, "I know some things, and they know some
things, and we are going to trade some of that. Learning is a good
thing. Don't you ever forget it." Then I tickled him hard. It was fun
for us all.
We had to get up early, so we went to bed early. I should say we went
to the bedroom early. You know what we did. Slow and easy. It was fun.
It was good. It was love. We went to sleep all in one bed. I wouldn't
have minded the floor, even without the nice carpet, just to really be
with them.
I will tell you what happened with the Priests in my next letter.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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