> The Adventures of Stevie #106
>
> 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 Spring of year 3 of his special school.
>
> The Adventures of Stevie #106 "A Turn at Intern"
>
> Dear Carlos,
>
> job where you don't get paid. It's supposed to give you experience
> which doesn't cost the company anything to have you work for them. It's
> for people who can't get a paying job, but want to have something they
> can point to what they did, in job applications. They say I'm too young
> to have a paying job. That's wrong, because I can do the work of an
> adult. I might change that after I prove what I can to. I work 2
> afternoons a week in the building where I met the Director and his
> assistant. I interview people who want to work there, or to keep
> working there. Dr. Knot says I need 20 hours of counseling experience
> for my masters in psych, and this will cover it. I didn't agree, but I
> could see his problem. Who would trust their psychological problems to
> a 13 year old boy? It didn't turn out like they expected.
>
> Director's office first, after getting our visitor's badges. He said,
> with my truth telling ability, I could be a useful asset. I thought
> "you bet your asset I could", but I didn't say it out loud. I said "If
> you have anybody who has family problems, send them to me, too. Kids
> love me. I can help. I'm not just a lie detector, I'm an effective
> counselor. There is one more thing. No bugs. I catch any, I break them.
> What people tell me in confidence, stays that way, unless it involves a
> felony or treason. I don't just keep YOUR personal secrets. You
> wouldn't trust me to do that, if I violated other people's secrets,
> would you?" He got the point. One of his secretaries took me to the
> office they had set up for me. I even had my own secretary receptionist
> in an outer office. Dr. Knot and father stayed with the Director for a
> few minutes, while I was exploring my own office. They were probably
> telling them how good I was. Or how bad.
>
> could be set to listen to me, from her office. I told Alice about all
> that, and she turned red with embarrassment. She knew. I told her I
> would know it if she spied on me, and the first time I caught her at
> it, I would warn her. The second time, I would break the equipment. I
> waited for the others to come. After 15 minutes, they did, and I told
> them about the bugs. I said "If they don't want their wiring burnt out,
> they should get rid of them. If they want to test me, I could do it
> now." They thought about it, and said I should go ahead. I went to each
> one, and converted some life energy into electricity, and sent a lot of
> it into the microphones. There was a little smoke, and a few faint
> yells from other rooms. I told them "It was interesting. I didn't know
> I could do what I just did. Theory is one thing, but practice is
> something else. I think some people who were listening, just got a
> little surprise. They shouldn't have had the volume up so high. I think
> somebody should go tell the Director I did it, before those guys get in
> trouble." Father said "Let's all go." We did. The Directer apologized
> for not having time to remove the bugs before I used the office. I let
> him keep that lie, and my expression let him know I knew the truth.
>
> first job applicant. He looked confused that a kid was doing the
> interview, but I spoke and acted like an adult, and soon he thought of
> me that way. I asked the questions on the list, and some of my own,
> then told him to wait in the outer office. Then I told Dr. Knot what I
> learned about the applicant. He was surprised and very impressed. He
> said he would go tell the Director how good I was, and that ALL who
> worked for him should see me. He left to do that, and I called Alice,
> who was my secretary, in to talk to me. I said "I know I look like a
> kid. Forget that. I'm doing an adult job, better than anybody else here
> can do it. Better you accept that, and that I'm the boss in this
> office, YOUR boss, than you having to find a new job. Because I'm a
> little smaller than the average worker here, some people might want to
> try to intimidate me. It won't work, even if they have guns. I teach
> self defense. To adults. I can take care of myself, but because I might
> have to hurt some people to prove that, which I would dislike, I have a
> request of you. If I beep you on the intercom 3 times rapidly, please
> call for security to come and aid me. One more thing. Do you know why I
> have this job? I see that you don't, and that's why I'm here. I know
> when I'm being lied to, even before people speak. The Director knows,
> and asked me to work here because of it. Please keep that ability, and
> any of my other special abilities you might notice, to yourself. I will
> be asking you if you have, and will know if you lie." I sent her back
> out.
>
> from 2 afternoons a week, to 2 full days a week. I said "No. Not as an
> intern. Not with a part time secretary who is used by anybody who wants
> her the other times. And I'm going to camp this summer. It will be the
> last time, but I AM going. The summer after that, I can be available
> full time, if working on my doctorates permit. There might need to be
> some time off for missions, too. You can tell father and the Director I
> will make the final decisions about how and how much I will work, after
> consulting all of you, of course. I suggest the Director keep things as
> they are now, until he sees how I work out. Then we can discuss any
> changes he might want to make. He still doesn't understand enough of
> who I am. I rule me, not anybody else. He will learn that, eventually."
> Dr. Knot agreed. I went to the door, which had been partly open all
> that time, and caught Alice with her ear pressed to the opening. I
> surprised her. I said "Alice, I let you do that, because I wanted you
> to hear what I said. I knew you were there, and I will know it every
> time. If the door is not closed all the way, you may listen, but I hope
> in a more dignified way, in case you are observed. I wouldn't like you
> or this office to be embarrassed by that." I went with Dr. Knot to the
> main hallway, and he whispered to me, "I understand what you are doing.
> Building respect and loyalty takes time." I nodded.
>
> interesting things extra. I didn't want to use my special abilities in
> front of other people without some way of making them think it wasn't
> magic, so I built a box which had lots of lights and switches which
> didn't do anything useful, which I could be operating when I did
> something special. I made a bunch of them, and brought a new one in
> when somebody took the old one to examine. I thought about telling the
> Director I would booby trap them, but never did. If he wanted to play
> games, I didn't mind. I discovered 2 spies, and 5 agents who were
> taking bribes. The Director was unhappy about them, but glad I found
> them, and the evidence which proved it. 4 times somebody wore a
> listening device to my office. I'll tell you what happened the first
> time.
>
> told him to leave the door open. That told Alice to listen. I asked him
> to sit, and I said, "This is supposed to be a private interview. Why
> have you chosen to make it less than private?" He said "I don't know
> what you mean." I said "You have a listening device on your person.
> Remove it, or I will fry it where it is. You might find that a little
> uncomfortable. Or you can leave. What is your choice?" He said "I don't
> understand." I signaled Alice to get security, and pushed a button on
> my fake control box, and shot some electricity into the wires he had
> under his shirt. He yelled and jumped. A little bit of smoke came out
> from his jacket. I said "I warned you." He rushed around the side of my
> desk, and tried to punch me. I stood and moved inside his punch, and
> pushed my open palm hard into his chest. He bounced off the wall, which
> was about 7 feet away, and fell down. He was trying to get up when 2
> security guards tried to come into my office. I winked at Alice, who
> had seen what I did to the man, and had her mouth hanging open, and
> motioned her to step aside, so security could get through the door.
> They did, and dragged him away.
>
> doesn't happen again. It hurts me to hurt people, but I can and will do
> it when it's necessary." I let a tear drip down my cheek so she could
> see it. I wasn't faking. I did feel bad about hurting him. If she had
> any mother type instincts, she would do her best to protect me from
> then on, which she did try to do. I didn't ask her too, and didn't tell
> her not to, but she passed the word around about what I did. Each time
> it happened, people treated me with more trust and respect. Except one
> time.
>
> on my employee badge, one of the guards wouldn't let me through. He
> didn't believe my badge was real, and said I had to have a parent with
> me. He refused to call the Director when I asked him too. There were 3
> other guards who were there helping other people, who knew me, but they
> were busy. I said "You must be new. Have you had your first counseling
> interview yet?" He said "It's none of your business, sonny." I said "I
> know you haven't, because it will be with ME. Stand aside, so I can go
> to my office." One of the other guards said to him, "Better do like he
> says." He wouldn't, so I took his gun away. It was in his holster,
> strapped, and I unstrapped it and took out the gun before he knew I was
> doing it. While he was staring at his empty holster, I took his badge
> off his uniform shirt. It ripped a little. I pushed past him, and said,
> "You can pick these up at my office." Then the elevator door closed in
> his face. I went to my office and looked at my appointments for the
> afternoon, and saw his name there. Our session was as interesting as I
> thought it would be. He was very embarrassed when he came into my
> office. I gave him his stuff back, and said "We don't have to report
> this, or ever mention it again." He was very relieved at that. The rest
> of the interview went fine.
>
> secure. It doesn't matter. I keep copies at home, and nobody can read
> either copy but me. I have ways of ensuring that. I dictate what I want
> to report, to Alice. I have found out a lot of things people there want
> to keep secret. Some of them know it. They all know by now I really do
> keep them secret. They have learned to trust me with everything, and
> know that nobody else will ever know. It's very interesting with sexual
> things. There is a policy of no homosexuals being allowed to work
> there, but there are some. I estimate 12 to 15% are gay. There are some
> boy lovers there too, who are gay or straight, and some girl lovers. I
> make sure those of them who are actually hurting kids are stopped. The
> few good relationships I let continue. I told people who had them, age
> isn't the only factor. I did sexual things with adults, and wasn't hurt
> by that. It just has to be fun for the kid. If the kid says no, it
> means NO, with no attempt at persuasion. No bribery, no crying, no
> pleading. Anybody going against that rule, will be in trouble with me.
> Many of them agree with me. The others will obey, or face the
> consequences. That did happen to one man. I fixed him. For real. He
> can't poke it in anybody any more, because he can't ever get a boner. I
> didn't feel sorry for him. It took me a long time to heal the little
> girl he raped, and she will never fully recover. The Director wanted it
> to be kept quiet. I agreed. When the man's hands heal, he might be able
> to find some kind of work, but never in security or law enforcement.
> The story of that got around, which earned me some more respect. A
> little fear, too.
>
> can't happen. I'm on call for emergencies, for people who specifically
> ask for me. The rest of the time I keep it at 2 afternoons a week. The
> people there are very nice to me, much more than in the beginning. Some
> of them even call me Doctor Stephen, even though I tell them not to.
> There was one problem. The director wanted me to question criminals. I
> told them I couldn't, because if I did, I would take over the case, and
> be the judge and jury, and punisher if necessary, whether anybody liked
> it or not. I would have to, because that's who I am. I can't let
> problems go without fixing them. I'm glad they stopped asking. Doing
> that would have torn me up. Sometimes hearing people's problems makes
> me very sad, and I go home in a bad mood. It doesn't last long, because
> my family loves me. It helps a lot. What I do with Dan, and the other
> boys who sleep over, helps a lot too. Boy play fun is a great way to
> forget your troubles for a while, and as a tension reliever, it can't
> be beat. Squirt your troubles away. That's what I say. And do. Often.
>
> Your friend,
>
> Stephen
>
> --
> Grant
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