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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Date: 31 Jan 2011 18:10:03 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #101
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, after the
winter holiday break.
The Adventures of Stevie #101 "Director"
Dear Carlos,
Yesterday, instead of school, I went to see a very important person,
with Rod. Father took us. We had to put visitor badges on, and father
had to give the guard his gun after he was searched. We didn't tell the
guard about the little gun I had with me in my briefs, which I gave
back to father when nobody saw us. Father likes to be prepared for
anything as much as he can. It's a good way to keep from dying, with
the kind of work he does. We went into an office, after going through
some other offices. The person we were going to meet was there, sitting
behind a nice desk. His assistant was with him, standing beside him.
There were only 2 chairs in front of the desk, but nobody made any move
to get another one so all 3 of us could sit. I thought, "So this is how
it's going to be. I can play at dominance too".
We didn't sit. I spoke first. "I am here to give you some important
information which is critical to national security, and to request your
cooperation in my work to deal with the problem. You know about my
school, so you should know about me, but you will learn a lot more
about me today, in strictest confidence. Is that understood?" I could
tell he was getting angry. So was his assistant, who couldn't keep his
eyes off my crotch. So, at least part of the rumors were true. The
director started to say something, but I was ready. I made my voice
powerful by putting ki in it, and it sounded like thunder when I said,
"LISTEN!" He almost fell off his chair in reaction. I pointed at father
and said, "Do you think HE would bring me here, if it weren't
important? I have the full belief and support of Cardinal O'Reilly,
Abbot Sriboshan of the Buddhist Temple, and the Chief of Police of this
city, and some other people, which includes the parents of my
classmates, and you know who some of THEM are. If you don't listen to
what I have to say, I will go over your head. Some of THOSE people
don't like you very much. Don't make it worse. I look like a little
boy. I am on the outside. On the inside is something else altogether.
Don't underestimate that. Well?"
He recovered quickly, and used his intercom to ask for another chair.
Point in our favor. Not enough. I said, while the chair was being
brought in, "That's not necessary. We will stand until we feel
welcome." I liked irritating that guy. It's not nice of me, but I'm not
perfect. Father didn't give me any signals, but I could tell he was
enjoying it. Rod was scared, but not so anybody could see. The director
leaned back in his chair, and said, "I'm listening." I told him about
the energy stealer danger. Then he said "Do you expect me to believe
any of this without proof?" I poked him with, "I came here without any
expectations, but just from observation, I have learned a lot. I could
use that as some proof of my capabilities, but you would be VERY
embarrassed." His eyes dropped to my crotch again, just like his
assistant kept doing. This is one of the reasons why I brought Rod. He
and I were dressed in tight pants which showed a lot, and he's very
good looking. I wanted to see which one of us, father, Rod, or me,
would be most sexually attractive to them. It was me. They were little
boy lovers. Both of them. I signaled it to Rod and father. All three of
us smiled like wolves. Our targets saw that and knew what it meant. Now
it was my job to get us out alive.
I said "I can give you lots of other proof of what I can do. I told
you some of that. If you want, you can set up an experiment or 2 I
could use to make a demonstration. If you choose it, it would show you
I couldn't have faked it. I'll start it off with something I didn't
tell you yet. One of your secretaries has a candle. A scented one,
which you don't like. I just demonstrated one of my abilities, which
every student in my school has. I smelled the candle when I went
through her office, and your reaction to my mentioning it told me you
didn't like it. You have a good poker face, but not good enough to fool
us. I could go one step further. I could have felt your reaction from
another room, even if I had never met you. Please have her bring the
candle here, and put it on your desk." He used his intercom to do that.
I said "There is another thing you should know about our face and body
reading. Nobody can lie to us without us knowing it. So don't try to do
it." I waved my hand and lit the candle.
I said "That is a demonstration of my control of energy. The first
time I tried that successfully, I almost burnt through a wall at
school. Reducing it down to such a small point at the wick, involves a
very high degree of control, which took some practice, because if I
didn't, I could burn down this entire building without much trouble, IF
I had the available energy. I could have, if I stole it from the people
here in it. The point of this is, while I have the ability, I can't
have the will to hurt people unjustly. The problem is, what I can do, a
few others can do, and I almost didn't survive my fight with one of
them who you would call evil, who had attacked Rod's family. My concern
here, isn't with destruction, but with political control. If one of
them works for a foreign power, and establishes control of Americans in
power, he can secure for his country favors which would be against our
interests, or even kill people who would oppose his wishes, in a way
which can't be detected. I have the ability to do all that and more,
but my nature stops me. It won't stop an adept who is loyal to HIS
country."
"I WILL work to protect this country and my families. Nobody can stop
me. You can ask the people I mentioned at the beginning, what that
really means. I would like to treat you like an ally, not an enemy, in
this. Are there any other kinds of demonstrations you would like to
see? Please bear in mind, 'loose lips sinks ships', means much more to
a mind reader. I can't do that myself, but I knew somebody who could.
She's dead now, but where there is one, there could be more. Here is a
demonstration, which the Abbot can do too, so it wouldn't hurt anything
for you to know. Please stand, so you can see it from the beginning." I
sat in lotus, and lifted myself off the floor to his chest hight. While
there, I said, "2 other monks at the Temple can do this, but only for a
few seconds." I floated down to the floor, and stood up, and wiped off
my but. I said "Clean floor. Thanks."
He said "All this is so new to me, I will have to take time to
consider this." I said "Fine. If you hadn't said that, I would have
thought you were an idiot, or lying." I smiled at him. He looked a
little nicer then. I said "You can contact those people I mentioned for
references, but don't take too long. If you do, I will come back here
alone, and nothing you can do will stop me from seeing you, even if you
try to have me killed. I hope you can understand how serious I am, and
how really bad it would be for you if that happens." Then I waved and
put out the candle.
Then I said, "There is one more thing. This question is to both of
you. Have you ever personally hurt a boy in any way, including
sexually? That's alright, you don't have to say anything. I can see by
your reactions, you haven't. Remember, I know lies, and I know what you
desire. That works even if you don't answer. We won't tell, if we never
have a reason to, which we don't, now. I don't believe a person's
sexuality is anybody else's business. But if you ever hurt a boy, you
will really regret it. We are finished here for now, but before we go,
I have something good for you both. Please come to me." They didn't. I
waited. Finally they did, when I held out my arms to them. I hugged the
director, and gave him a big shot of love energy. When I let him go, he
looked dazed and dreamy, in a happy kind of way. Then I hugged his
assistant the same way, to the same reaction. I said "Love is a kind of
energy we can all share. Please keep this gift from me in your
memories, so you can feel it any time you want to. If you need a
refresher, which I give to friends, you know how to reach me." I
signaled, and we turned around and walked out of his office, and out of
the building, stopping to turn in the badges and get father's gun back.
I said to father in the car, from the back seat with Rod, "He is
really a nice man, trying very hard to do a good job, but horribly
afraid people will find out he's a boy lover. His assistant too, his
only friend, is the same way, and they know that about each other. That
makes him be harder on people than he needs to be. I feel sorry for
him. He can't help who he is. All he can do about it is substitute
exercising power over people, for the sex he can't have." I cried for
him. Rod hugged me all the way home, where he was going to spend the
night. He didn't really stop hugging me until we woke up in the morning
together. Then he and Dan made me squirt really well, and each other,
before we left for school. It's a very good way to not be sad. I highly
recommend it.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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