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The Adventures of Stevie #103
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 13 in this story, in year 3 of his special school. It's
Spring, just after his 13th birthday.
The Adventures of Stevie #103 "Picture That"
Dear Carlos,
Father brought the guard's report to me at the school. I asked him if
the situation should be a school teaching thing. He said no, but it
might be a good idea for me to brief my team members who were there. I
asked him if he would stay for that, and he said he would. I got my
team together in my private room with father. I told them what happened
near and in the bathroom, and what I did about it in the main room. I
asked them for ideas on what I could have done better. All their ideas
involved violence to him, so there was nothing better they could think
of. I told them they were a bloodthirsty bunch, with a grin. They
agreed, with grins, too. Then we passed the guard's report around.
Father gave Chad the guard's apology in a sealed envelope, but he
didn't read it.
Father said to the group, "It looks like Stephen has gained another
disciple." Rod said "More like a gigantic vicious lap dog?" Jan said "A
loyal henchman?" Chad said "A harem guard. A eunuch. I'll help him
qualify." We all laughed at that, even father. Jan said "Chad the
Castrator!" And hugged him. Father said "I would like to ask all of you
a question. Do you think I should use this guard now that he's loyal to
Stephen, and so to me, his father? This kind of loyalty is hard to come
by. Or should I ignore him? Or should I blacklist him? Or should I do
what Chad wants?" We all looked at Chad, who looked determined. I said
very gently to Chad, "I think you should read the letter before you
answer." I could tell he didn't want to, but he didn't want to disobey
his team leader. He dripped some tears after he read it, and stuffed it
in his pocket. We were all curious what was in it, but respected his
wish to keep it private. He said "Use him, but not here at the school,
if your other employes accept him." The rest of us all nodded agreement
at father, who said, "Will do. Thanks." Father left, but I didn't close
the meting.
I said, after father left, "I have an idea for an experiment. Would
you like to help?" They were eager to, probably thinking about the fire
accident, and other exciting things which could happen. I thought I was
going to disappoint them about that, but didn't tell them so. I said "I
would like to do this first level test one by one, but not tell you
which one is the target. Let me know if you feel any different, in any
unusual way, the moment you notice it. Don't worry, there isn't any
danger." I thought really hard at each of them in turn, a simple
message, to see of they could hear my mental words. No reaction, which
I expected. Then I pushed the thought through my stone. Nothing. Then I
did it with the stone pressed against my forehead over my third eye,
and sent each of them a different message. They all jumped and said
they heard me, and said my message correctly. Then I said they should
think back at me with something, after they received my message. I did
it again, and didn't receive anything back from them. We discussed it,
and then I had an idea. I drew a picture of Chad, but while I was doing
it, I thought very strongly about who he is as a unique person, and how
much I loved him. When I finished, I noticed the picture glowed a
little, which I thought was very interesting. I was going to use that
to think a message at him without using my stone, but then I had a
crazy idea. Alright, crazier. I gave the picture to Jan, and told her
to look at the picture real hard and imagine it's the real Chad, and
think a message at him.
Chad jumped in surprise and yelled, "I heard you!" They were all
excited and wanted me to make drawings of the others. I said "Not yet.
There is another experiment waiting with this drawing. Chad, our
experimental theorist, what is it?" He got an interesting look, and
told Jan to do it again. She did, and then SHE jumped and yelled, "I
heard you!" Rod knew what it meant. The person who received the message
through his own charmed picture, could talk back to the sender, once
the connection was established. I grinned really big, and hugged Chad
almost in half. He didn't know exactly why, until I said, "Team, this
is one of Chad's talents. If you ever need help setting up an
experiment, Chad is your man. I suspected it when he did that for me
when I discovered I could talk to animals, and now I'm sure of it. He
is great at it, and I'm proud of him." Jan and Rod jumped on Chad and
hugged and kissed him, and I joined in the fun, too. Pretty soon, our
clothes were off and we were all having lots of other fun. This time we
helped Jan have an orgasm, too. Because I had the strongest and best
coordinated fingers, I was chosen to wiggle them in her vagina for her.
It sure did work! She is very noisy when she finishes. Girls don't run
out of stuff to squirt, like boys do, so we didn't spoil her fun with
Dean later.
We cleaned up and got dressed, and did more experiments. The results
are these. When one person makes a connection with a charmed picture,
that connection works both ways, until the person with the picture
covers the face in the picture with something, like their hand. The
receiving person can't kill the connection himself. If the connecting
person, just connects, without sending a message, he can sense
something about the other person's feelings and what they are doing,
and a little bit about where they are. Sometimes the receiver knows
about the connection, and sometimes he doesn't, if the sender keeps his
mind very quiet. One more very strange thing. These charmed pictures
look normal to everybody else, except when they are being used. Then
they look like I see them, which is glowing slightly, and the person in
them looks more alive. Everybody sees it like that then, not just the
person holding and using it. The other kids couldn't make pictures
which worked like my charmed ones did, even after I told them how I did
it. I could see by the look on Chad's face, he was thinking up more
experiments. I was curious about them, but took all the pictures back
and said, "I think that's enough for today. We don't want to rush
things, or get so tired we make mistakes. Don't worry, we'll do some
more of this soon. If any of you have more ideas for experiments, let
me know." Then I closed the meeting. I had another idea I didn't want
to share with them yet.
I went to see Dr. Knot. He was available. I asked for all of
Victoria's drawings. I thought if I could charm them into something
special, maybe she could too, and maybe did. He wanted to know why, and
wouldn't give them to me until I told him. I said "How much do you know
about me, and what I'm willing to do to get things I want done, done?"
Then he did something which really surprised me. He wrote something on
a piece of paper and passed it to me. It said "Check for listeners. Are
we clear?" I had already done that, and said, "So you know?" He nodded.
I said "All clear." He said "I know if you really wanted to, nobody
could stop you. I'm counting on your honor not to force this. You can
trust me. Your father and the Abbot have told you that." I said
"Prioritize your loyalties." He said "Your father, you, your team, the
other students here, this country, the school board, the trusties. Do
you need it extended more?" I said "No, that's fine. You didn't lie."
I said "I trust you, but I can't tell you everything. Telepaths do
exist. I expect to face and fight with adapts who might have that
ability. If they are very good, they will research their enemies. That
means they will want to examine this school, and YOU. I know telepaths
exist, because Victoria was one. All the time we were holding hands,
because I'm not one, we were talking to each other." He said "I thought
as much. That's why we let it continue. If you think about it, now that
you are more aware and knowledgable, in the light of her demonstrated
talents, it was rather obvious." I said "Right, to someone who would be
open to the possibility. I didn't know if you were, until now. I need
the pictures to work on some theories which could help in my future
battles. Just telling you that much, might increase my danger. May I
see them?" He went to a secure cabinet and puled them out and put them
on his desk. I said "This might seem strange, but it would be better if
I didn't touch them right now. Would you please turn them over, one by
one?" He did. They glowed just like my charmed pictures did. I never
saw that before. I thought maybe I could see them that way now was
because my abilities had grown, and maybe the stone was helping. I
thanked him, and said that was all I needed to do with them, then.
I said "These need to be stored in a special way. Please get for me a
bolt of raw silk, and an equal amount, in square yards or feet, of lead
foil. I will wrap this bundle in them in alternating layers of those
things, to insulate them from any psychic activity, as soon as the
materials arrive. I can see you want to know why. Well, I'll tell it to
you this way. You know that some so called primitive cultures don't
like cameras. They believe that the pictures capture their souls. In
some ways they are not all that wrong. Do you understand now?" He said
"Voodoo dolls actually work?" I said "For some people, some of the
times, yes. I think I could do that, if I were the kind of person who
would. I'm not, so I can't have the will to hurt people that way." He
said "I understand. I'll do as you ask, right away. Please come back
when you have time, for an education discussion. Your studies in
psychology, if you want to continue them, require an internship, where
you can gain counseling experience. Your father and I have discussed an
idea he has for it. Give it some thought, and see me later, with your
own ideas." I agreed, and left.
That night I did a really bad thing. I am REALLY ashamed! But I had
to know the possibilities. After Dan and I went to bed, I got out of
bed when I was sure he was asleep, and uncovered him. I made a charmed
drawing of him naked. I made a silent connection to him through it. I
touched his monster in the drawing, stroking it. His real one woke up.
I stopped the connection, and his monster went to sleep. I tore up the
drawing into little pieces. I was sick, and went to the bathroom to
throw up. I should have asked, but I could never be sure if his
reaction wasn't from him thinking about it, or me. This way I knew, but
I paid a big price. I might never be able to look him in the face ever
again, without remembering the shameful thing I did to him without his
knowledge or permission. He would forgive me if I told him about it,
but I can't. Nobody should know this kind of thing is possible. I'm
telling you, because I have to tell somebody, but only you.
I covered him up, and went to my own bed, and cried to myself the
rest of the night. When we got up in the morning, Dan knew wright away
something was wrong. He tried to hug me, but I pushed him away. I
wouldn't even look at him. He said "Stephen! I have to know. Is it
something I did?" That got through to me. I could NOT let him think
that. I hugged him and said, "No, it's not something you did. It's
something I did. ME! I'm a bad terrible person. You should hate me.
Everybody should hate me. I don't deserve to live." I cried some more.
I couldn't help it. He said "Is it something you needed to do, to help
or protect somebody?" I thought it over and came to the conclusion that
it was, in a way. I said that. Then he said "If it was to a person,
does he forgive you, or if he doesn't know, would he forgive you if he
knew?" I said "Yes, but it's not something I can tell anybody." Then he
said something very important I have to remember all my life, "Then you
have to forgive yourself."
I knew what he meant, which was a lot more than just those words. I
had to keep on living. People who loved me wanted me to, and they might
need me in the future. I couldn't live a useful life with this guilt
eating me up, and my loved ones would think I deserved to be forgiven.
So, I had to accept that, and somehow learn to forgive myself. Not with
excuses, or license to do it and worse things again, but because I
should. For them. It's not going to be easy, but time will tell.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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