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The Adventures of Stevie #157
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 14 in this story, in year 4 of his special school, after the
school Spring break.
The Adventures of Stevie #157 "Military Intelligence"
Dear Carlos,
Chad was with me at work, when I got called to a conference with the
Director. Father was there, too. I took Chad with me. Well, what else
would I do with him? And I didn't want him to poke me too hard. The
Director said to me, "I have been asked by the Pentagon, if the Bureau
knows any psychics. You are the most powerful I know of, so I'm asking
for your advice." Father said "Did they tell you why, and for what?"
The Director said "I asked, and they refused." Father said "I advise
you to tell them you can't help them, unless they tell you what kind of
talents they are looking for, and what they want to do with the people.
For work, or for guinea pigs to be abused?" I said "I agree with that.
For work, do they want spies, or killers, or interrogators, or
predictors of the future?" I could see Chad was feeling angry. I said,
before he could "They don't know they don't want people with psychic
ability who can hurt people who don't hurt them. Untrustworthy and
dangerous. And remote spying is dangerous to the psychics, because the
enemy is watching for that, and could hurt them."
I said "I wish you could say no, but the public knows law enforcement
has used psychics to aid in some investigations. If you tell them about
the limitations psychics have, I'm sure they won't believe you." I
could tell Chad wanted to say something, but wasn't sure if it was his
place to do that. I said "Chad, I know you have an idea. Spill it." He
grinned at me and then said, "You could tell them you don't know of any
who would work for the military, which I think is true. If they say
they want to ask them themselves, you could say they would never help
you again, if you helped that to happen, which would probably be true,
too. Then you could suggest they run ads in the papers asking for
psychics who would like to work for them. That kills 3 birds with one
bomb." I grinned at him and said, "Oh Chad, which three birds would
those be?" He said "One, insulting the shit out of them, which they
deserve, for asking you to do their dirty work for them. Two, you don't
have to lie. Three, you do give them some help, even though they would
probably not do that." He deserved a hug, so I gave him one. Even
father almost smiled. Chad noticed that, and got a little pink with
embarrassment.
The Director looked at Chad with some respect then, and not just
naked lust. I caught the Director's attention, and winked at him, which
shook him a little. The Director said, "They would probably just get
fakes and crackpots." I said "And maybe some with real ability who are
naive and patriotic enough to want to help their country, not realizing
how badly they would be treated. We can help with that, too. The Bureau
would be asked to run background checks on them, for security
clearances. Let me have their files. I might get to interview them. If
necessary, unofficially."
The Director said "You have been a big help, all of you. I will
probably do as you suggested. Thank you." We left, and went to my
office. Father said to me, "I know you. You're going to do something
about this." Chad grinned, and I poked him for that. I said "Not till
we know what they do about what the Director tells them. I expect the
Pentagon to ask the Agency, too, which might point them right back to
the Bureau, and maybe to me, as resident shrink. So, right now, we need
to set up contingency plans, for if they go after me personally. First,
I should establish my position. I will do nothing for the military,
except interview people they send here, the same as I do normally do
for the Bureau. I don't think they will do that. I can't speak for the
team, but I think they won't work for the military, either. I know
those at the Temple would rather die than do that. So, they can't have
me, or my friends, but what if they don't take no for an answer? It
would be very bad for all of us, and the country, if I have to show my
power to them, to convince them to lay off."
Father said "I know personally, the Secretaries of Defense, Army, and
Air Force. In fact, the Secretary of the Air Force owes me his job. I
recommended him, after I turned down the offer. If something bad
happens, contact me immediately, and I'll get the right people on it
right away. I'll inform Dr. Knot, too, about the possibilities." Father
drove us home. Chad decided to stay over. He is always welcome. The
girls like him a LOT, and he has fun playing with that. And I have fun
watching it.
After supper, I had a conference with Zack and Glena, to tell them
about the interest from the military. I said after that, "I thought you
should know. Probably nothing bad will happen, but if they really want
me, they might act first, and ignore questions later, like they do with
innocent people involved with so called flying saucers. There are
rumors about that at the Bureau. If something bad does happen here, and
I'm here, please follow my instructions exactly. I will mentally
contact my father, and other important people, and they will take care
of things as soon as possible. Our job will be to delay the problem
long enough for help to arrive, so I don't have to show them what I can
do. The military would be stupid to do anything to civilians, and to
somebody who works for the Bureau, but we would be stupid to think it
can't happen." Zack said "Right. I agree. Thanks for the warning."
Dan was with Stuart, so Chad and I had the bedroom to ourselves. We
sat on my bed and talked. Chad said "I have a bad feeling about this."
I said "No, you can't have it. It's my feeling." He smiled a little and
said, "We'll share it." Which we did, with hugs. He said "If they come
for you here, which is the only place they could get you, and you don't
handle it just right, we could be exposed to the wrong people, and the
press." I said "Right. I can't leave, either, like live at the school
or the Temple, because they would still come here looking for me, and I
wouldn't be here to protect my family." He said "Right. You have to
stay. I think we should get Tomba in on this." I said "I don't know
what good that will do for the problem, but I agree he's awfully good
company." Chad gave me a big kiss. I didn't object.
Tomba got permission to stay the night with us, and he ported over. I
told the family about it. Tomba undressed while we told him about the
problem. He hugged us and said, "You are right about the Temple. We
will not work for the military. Not even for the police, in a combative
roll." I said "Right. I've been careful about that. Only asking for
help in healing and saving people. I'm really worried about this. Even
more than I was worried about Blonchang. Not about any danger, but
about consequences. I just want to go away and escape all this, but I
know I can't." Chad poked Tomba, who then said softly to me, "What you
need is rest. Peace. Love. Put your mind on that, and what we give you.
Our love." He stroked my head and cheeks, while Chad held me with love.
I felt better, and peaceful, and drifted off to dreamless sleep.
I woke up in the morning, before they did. I thought, "Whatever I did
to deserve such wonderful friends, I should keep on doing forever." I
was between them on the 2 beds together arrangement. That made it
convenient for me to start playing with their nuts. That's the best way
to wake up, in my experienced opinion. They did, and smiled, and played
with mine too. Then we grabbed monsters. Then we did our best to make
each other squirt as high and far as possible. It was great. While we
rested, I told them both, "You did very well. I'm proud of you, and
grateful. I love you." I gave them a lot of my love.
Tomba had to get back to the Temple, so he ported away before the
others got up. Before Chad got dressed for me to port him home for a
change of clothes he could go to school in, I hugged him close, and
said in his ear, "Any time you want to go behind my back and manipulate
little scare to poke him with." I continued with, "Go right ahead, with
thanks." He laughed in reaction, and I joined him.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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