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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #117 "Victoria Helps" +*+*+*+
Date: 9 Mar 2011 17:13:01 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #117
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 year 3 of summer camp.
The Adventures of Stevie #117 "Victoria Helps"
Dear Carlos,
Father came just before lunch. He was in a different car than his. He
said he had a surprise for us, when we got in it. He drove us to a
nearby airport, and pointed to a military helicopter, and said we were
going to fly home in it. I yelled "WHY?" Father was surprised. He said
"Because it's faster." I said "What good is faster if I when we get
home I'll be half dead!" He said "What do you mean?" I said very
patiently, "You know I get sick in cars. You know I get sick in buses.
You know I get sick in boats. You know I get sick in airplanes. Why do
you want me to spew my guts all over the inside of the worst possible
machine for me to travel in?" He said "Oh! I didn't think." I said
"Right. Please don't ever try to surprise me with something on a job.
You don't know all I can do, because I keep learning new things all the
time. If you told me speed was important, I could have had us home in
an instant. I would be just as sick, but it would have been MUCH
faster. The second best way, I could have flown us there, the same
speed as the helicopter. I wouldn't be as sick, but we would be
plastered with bugs, and maybe gotten lost a few times." Father said
"Instantly?" Chad said "FLY?" We were standing outside the car, so I
lifted myself off the concrete a few inches, and told Chad to look
under my feet. He said "Wow!" I went back down, and said, "I hear that
a lot." We couldn't help laughing.
Father said "And instantly?" I said "My cards can do a lot more than
just communicate. Anything else they can do is way too dangerous for
people who don't know how they work, to try, so I put restrictions on
them. I tried to use a charmed picture of my bedroom to see if it would
take me there from outside the Temple. It did, instantly, but I spent
the next hour in the bathroom wondering if I was going to die from a
ruptured stomach, I was throwing up so much. I didn't fully recover
until the next morning. I don't know if traveling that way will do that
to other people who don't have my seasickness problem, but we can find
out, if you both hang onto me tightly, when I start the transfer. If
you want to. Or, we can take the copter, and I can try to go into a
trance for the trip. Or we can go in the car, and you can brief me and
Chad on the way, like I thought we were going to do. So, which way will
it be?" Father said "If you can avoid being sick with a trance, the
copter would be the best way, I think."
I woke up after we landed at a military base not too far from home.
We went to my office at work. As soon as I got near it, I could feel
the bad charms somebody had put there. I wish they hadn't, and told
father, "It was a bad idea to put the charms so close to each other,
and in the office of the very person who is going after the person who
made them. They can be traced! He might be warned and running, or
preparing a trap for me." Father said "I didn't think of that. I'm
sorry." I said "We need some insulation. Silk cloth, or another organic
insulating material, and metal foil. Lead is best, but tin or aluminum
will do. I need plastic tongs, an area map of the surrounding states,
marked where these charms were found, and detailed maps of those
immediate areas, and an accurate military style magnetic compass, and
plotting instruments. How soon can we get all that? I'm not going to
start without those things." It took about an hour.
I insulated all the charms separately. I set up the maps on the
floor. Then I unwrapped one of the charms. It was small canvas bag. It
was filled with herbs and a metal disk, which had strange marks on it.
I told the people not to look at it. I felt around it with the chakras
in my hands, and discovered a weak psychic connection leading off of
it. That meant it was only a trace of the maker, and not something he
could do anything through. I used the plastic tongs to put it on the
properly oriented map, where we were, and drew a line from the charm,
in the direction of the connection. I did this for all the charms, and
they pointed the same way. I told father, "We need some more locations
we can use to get more lines to plot. You know more about that than I
do, so you choose." He did, and we went, and plotted more lines. We
went back to the office to get a detailed map of where the lines
converged, and went to the school. I had already asked Dr. Knot to be
there. He gave me Victoria's pictures, and we all went to the biggest
conference room, and put everything on the big table.
I unwrapped her pictures on the table, and spread them out with the
plastic tongs. I told everybody not to stare at them. I hung one of the
charm bags on a string, and passed it over the pictures. It moved by
itself, over two of them. One was a picture of a woman, and the other
was a picture of a building. I did it with the other charms, too, with
the same results. I asked Chad to get a camera from the photography
studio, and load the film. I took photographs of those 2 drawings, and
Chad went to develop them. Father and Dr. Knot were mystified, so I
told them what I did and why. "Victoria's pictures are like my cards.
They are charmed for contacts, and maybe other things. I saw that the
last time I looked at them, which is why I had them insulated. I hoped
some of the pictures might have some information about this case,
because she often drew pictures of things from the future. I was right.
This is a picture of the person who made the charms, and the other is a
place which is related to them."
Father said "But why did she draw those in particular?" I said
"Because she loved me." I told them how Victoria helped me, and why,
and that I was the only reason she lived as long as she did, and then
picked the time when I was in the hospital, to die. "She never told me
about the pictures, probably because I wasn't ready to understand,
then. When I saw they were charmed, I thought maybe she might have
drawn some of them of what would be important to me in the future. I
was right, for this situation." Chad came in with some prints. Then he
went back to make some more. I gave most of them to father, who went
out to give them to people who would search for the woman and the
building, in the area pinpointed on the plotted map, as secretly as
possible. He came back an hour later. We had to wait for the results of
the investigation, which would take at least a day, So father took Chad
and me to Zack and Glena's to stay overnight, or longer if it happened
that way.
They weren't surprised to see us, because we called first. The girls
were away. Stuart was there. Father didn't stay for the supper we had.
I told them about our investigation. Zack was very interested. He said
"I think this might be the first time someone applied scientific
investigation to psychic crimes." Chad said "Stephen would do it,
naturally. He does a lot of firsts." Then he poked me and said, "Hero!"
Then Dan said it. I said "Now wait! Stop calling me that. I just do
things I think I should do. I'm NOT a hero." They ALL grinned and said
together, "Hero!" I growled so hard I coughed. We had ice cream for
desert. Peach flavor. Chad's favorite. I asked Glena, "This is what you
had already planed?" She said "No, it was a last minute thing." I
groaned very dramatically, and everybody laughed. I was careful not to
get any on me. The boys next to me fixed that.
They carried me to the bedroom and closed the door. I knew what was
coming. Or going to be coming. ME. Eventually. Yes, they did it. The
nuts licking and sucking fun, and everything else their mouths and
tongues could do to me, and their hands, too. I made lots of loud funny
noises, and wriggled all over the room, but never enough to actually
escape their loving clutches. After a long time, I finally squirted,
all over them like a wild fire hose. Then they made each other squirt,
which didn't take long, they were so hot from what they did to me. Then
we rested. After a while, I said "Guys, why do you do this to me? I
like it, but there has to be something more about this, to make you do
it so often to me, because it's a whole lot of work." Stuart said "He
doesn't know? I thought he was a genius." Chad said "He doesn't feel
what we do." Stuart said "Oh. I didn't know it was a secret."
I said "What secret?" Dan said, "I suppose we have to tell him now,
or he'll never let it go." Chad, who was hugging me, said "Right.
Stephen, you know people can feel your love when you want them to,
right?" I nodded. He said "Sometimes people can feel it even when you
aren't trying. I think you know that too. I think you know where I'm
going with this. Want to say it?" I said "I had NO idea! I'm projecting
love when I'm doing sex play?" Dan said "Not just that. Some of your
feelings, too. None of us have such intense feelings of pleasure as you
do, when our nuts are licked. We KNOW how it feels to you, and love
feeling it with you, and everything else we do to you, when you get
that exited." All I could say was "Wow!" Chad said "We hear that a
lot." I don't know if it's possible to die laughing, but we didn't. Not
quite.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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