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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #111 "Before Year 3 of Summer Camp" +*+*+*+
Date: 23 Feb 2011 18:20:03 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #111
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, at the end of year 3 of his special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #111 "Before Year 3 of Summer Camp"
Dear Carlos,
I had a team meeting at school to tell them about the injured agent,
and finding the bombs. Chad and Jan were disappointed they weren't on
the job. I told them I was sorry, but there was nothing for them to do,
and all Rod did was take notes and play with the dogs. Chad said "I
like dogs." I hugged and kissed him. Then the others did, and you know
what happened after that. It sure is a nice way to end a team meeting!
Even if we have to clean up afterwards.
There is a lot of news to write about, before I go to summer camp.
Chad and Tommy and Jeremy are going. Davie and Rod are going, too. Rod
went early, and might be a CIT. I don't know who will be in my cabin. I
wrote to the camp director about everything. I will find out how it
will be when I get there. If I don't like it, I can always go home. The
Director where I work doesn't want me to go. I surprised him when I
said through my tears, "This is going to be the last time I will ever
be anything like a real kid. I'm only 13. Do you really want to take
that away from me?" He came from behind his desk and hugged me and
said, "No, you should go." I said "I will still be available for real
emergencies. Just ask my father to contact me, if it's very important,
and only something I can do." He said "Will do."
I went with Rod's father to see Shan. It's true. His third eye is
opening. We don't know what he can do with it yet. Shan gave him some
books to study. When his eye stays fully open all the time, he will go
back for some lessons. I think it's going to be very interesting to
watch him develop. I wonder how it will effect how he does his work.
Brain surgery is very complicated. I hope his new abilities, whatever
they will be, can help him help people better.
I have 4 masters degrees now. I have already started work on
doctorates for 3 of them. I hope to have them, and maybe more, finished
before the next school year ends, if I have time from work. I had to
leave school a week before everybody else did, because another agency
asked the Director at work for help. I spent that week there, with
father. He used to work for them during the war, when they were called
the OSS. They discovered somebody was giving secret information to
other countries, but they couldn't find out how, and who was doing it.
I interviewed everybody who worked there. It was not a happy time for
me, because the people who worked there were not happy. They worked too
hard at things which were very boring. I found 8 traitors who were
giving secrets to other countries, and 4 people who were giving
information to reporters. I found something else, too. One of the
senior supervisors there had a charmed crystal on his desk. It was set
to steal energy on remote command, and something else which I didn't
understand. It could have been for remote telepathy. It wasn't active
when I found it. It didn't have any external links to it. I examined
the man who had it, and he showed no sign of having his energy taken,
and when I "contacted" him, he didn't notice it, and I couldn't find
anything wrong with his mind. While father distracted him, I made him
sleep. Then I took the charms out of the crystal very carefully. It's
just a plain crystal now. Father advised me not to tell them about the
crystal yet. He will have a friend who works there steal it when he
can, and crush it. He will check back once in a while to see if any
more crystals show up on the supervisor's desk.
Dan won't be going to summer camp. He said "I don't want to be in a
cabin of strangers. You spoiled me for that, and I wouldn't be seeing
much of you there, if I had to work." He hugged and tickled me then. He
said "There is Stuart. He can't go. We would miss each other too much."
I said "Right. I understand. You shouldn't go. I think you are making
the best decision for you and him." He said "I love you!" I didn't get
to reply with the same thing, because he was kissing me. And he had a
hand on my monster. We didn't stop until we both squirted. You might
think I should tell Dan often, when he makes good decisions, to get
that kind of nice response as much as I want. I can't. I already get
that kind of response to almost everything I tell him. There isn't any
more TIME for any more squirting, than we already do. Not that I'm
complaining one teensy tiny bit.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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