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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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The Adventures of Stevie #163
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 #163 "Air Forced, Part 1"
Dear Carlos,
After the Men in Black from the Air Force, who invaded my home and
tried to kidnap me, were led away in cuffs, I told the head G-Man what
had happened. One of his men took notes. Pete backed me up, with what
he said. He had to give up the gun. The Special Agent in charge said he
would be in touch, before they all cleared out. I told Glena it was all
clear, and she could come out. She and Pete wanted to know what it was
all about. I said after we were all undressed and comfortably seated in
the living room, "You know the Pentagon had been making inquires about
finding psychics. I had a feeling about it. I think it was part of my
new precognition ability. I was right. They came for me. Those people
were in the Air Force, from a secret part called 'Project BlueBook'.
They are supposed to investigate flying saucer sightings. What they
really do is cover them up. They are so used to intimidating witnesses
into silence, and getting away with it, they thought they could do that
here." Pete said "Oh boy, were they wrong!"
Glena said "But why would they want you?" I said "They must have
found out a little about me, maybe from some agents, or the Agency, or
the police. Father and I agree they want me to look at a real alien
space ship for them, because they can make neither head nor tails of
it, and they're desperate. I sensed they were waiting for me, right
after we got off the bus. Pete and I were ready for them when they came
in, and I contacted father with the info as soon as I got it from them.
My job then was to stall them until the G-Men came to arrest them, and
do it without showing any psychic abilities they could report back
about. Pete was a big help with that. Thanks Pete." Pete said "My first
job with you as a member of the team. Wow! You were great! It's no
wonder you are the leader. You do take the lead, and do it well." I
said "Aw, shucks, it were nothin." We grinned at each other. I said to
him, "You played along very well, a real part of the team. Nobody could
have done it better. I can't wait to tell the others." He said "Yeah, I
love you too. What's next?" I said, "The hardest part. We wait. When
father identifies the target, we act."
I told Glena, "You, we, are safe now. The man who wanted me, isn't.
If I get to him before father does, I might be able to keep father from
killing him. He was MAD! I'm not kidding! I already asked Shan to make
some medicine for me. Tomba is doing it. Father will get back to us,
and the Special Agent too, when they have more information. We'll have
to tell Zack when he comes home. I'm worried about that." Glena patted
me on the arm and said, "I'll take care of that. I heard everything,
and you have explained the rest well. Run along now and have fun." I
grinned a her and said, "Thanks." Pete and I went into the bedroom, and
flopped onto my bed. I said "We have more work to do. The team might be
next. We have to warn them. Use his card to contact Chad and brief him,
and tell him to contact Rod and Jan, and then Dr. Knot. Tell them there
is no action now, but when I go after the target, I could ask for
company." He got started on that, and I briefed Shan and Tomba. They
will have batches of medicine ready until it's over.
We did all that. Then I said, "What do you think about the weather? I
hope it doesn't rain tomorrow, don't you?" He said "Huh?" I grinned and
said "That's not genius talk." He said, still tense from the action,
"How can you talk like that, at a time like this?" I said, "Why not? We
always have weather." He looked confused. I said gently, "This is your
first real action?" He nodded and said, "Just little training runs." I
said "Worry is a killer. You can't stay tensed up all the time, or you
tire yourself out. You have to learn to relax between action spots, or
you won't last. Lie on your stomach." He did, and I massaged all the
spots I could reach, giving him love. He said "You're good at this." I
said "I had a great teacher, Tommy. I was too young to squirt then, but
I would have." He said "Works like that with me, too." He turned over,
and his boner agreed with him. I used the 4th to push the door closed,
without looking at it. He didn't notice. I said "We shouldn't waste
that." He showed his agreement by grabbing my monster. Then we were
grabbing and stroking and kissing in a frenzy. We squirted together in
3 minutes flat. Not that the most interesting parts of us were any near
flat.
While we rested, he said "That was intense!" I said "If you didn't
know before, you do now. Danger is the most effective aphrodisiac.
Anger isn't far behind as one. Fear can do it to, with some people." He
said "I can believe it, now." We grinned. We just hugged for a while.
Then the phone rang. Glena answered it. I heard, and said to Pete,
"Let's go. It's my father." He said "How?" I said "Tell you later." I
held the receiver so Pete could listen too. Father said "We know who it
is. Brigadier General Holloworth." And he said where. I said "Who is
his second, who can arrest him on orders, and take temporary command,
and are they at the same base?" He said "Same. Colonel Stanton." I said
"I want orders walked through to make that happen." He said "Already
done. I have Photos of both, in my hand, with their service records. I
knew you would want them. Port me over?" I said "After you hang up, and
are where nobody can see you. I'll contact you in 5. Okay?" We heard a
click. I said to Pete, "We don't waste words in the job. Now about
your question. You know we all have to have some special abilities
beyond intelligence, to be asked to our school. Mine is extra sensitive
hearing. I can hear almost as much as a dog, in volume and frequency,
grinned back. We hugged. I contacted father, and asked if he was ready.
He was, and I ported him to my bedroom. No sense in startling Glena.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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