The Adventures of Stevie #167
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 #167 "Practice With Pete"
Dear Carlos,
All the boys woke up at about the same time, but just lay there
smiling at each other. It was nice, but boring, so we did some ball
play to say hello. Dan and Stuart wanted to snuggle with each other
like boyfriends do, so Pete and I went to the kitchen to make some
breakfast. I said to Pete, "I love it when people love each other. I
want them to be happy for them, and for selfish me." He said "I get it.
I think it's great, too. That's very strange, because a week ago, I
would have thrown up in disgust." I said "I'm happy for you, that you
can accept more things now. Love makes people grow. I didn't mean
that!" He giggled and reached for my monster. I said "Not here. Only in
the bedroom." He said "Aw, but I understand." We made the usual good
food, which smelled VERY good, and that made rest of the family came
out and have some. We cleaned up and did some more chores, which Pete
and Stuart helped with as a matter of course. Then Dan and Stuart went
to visit Bill and Tony. Pete and I went out to the back yard to do some
stretching and fighting practice. We wore jock straps. I ported him
home to get his. It's not fun having monsters and nuts flopping around
when you are trying to concentrate on your moves.
Pete is tall and thin, so fighting with him was not like practicing
with Chad. He surprised me with how fast he was. Not particularly
powerful, but VERY fast. More than I had seen him do before in class. I
asked him about that, while we were resting on the grass. He said "Not
as fast as you were when you took their guns away. I could hardly see
you." I said "I found out I could do that when I was at camp and
running to help with an emergency. I ran so fast I couldn't see
anything when I got there, because of the wind in my eyes, even around
my glasses. I think if I had turned my head, they would have been
ripped of my face. I don't know how fast I can go, and I'm not going to
try to find out. Too dangerous. Those comic books have it wrong. Same
with flying. You do NOT want to be strangled by a cape. And you better
be made of steel, when you find out birds can't see behind them, after
you hit one. Bugs in the face. Ouch! Even the wind can burn your skin
at that speed. If I wanted to move that fast, I would have to wear a
full suit of armor, and cary air tanks. Getting all that on, and then
off when you get there, is enough to make you want to walk. Oh, and
things look much different from the air. No street signs to help,
either." He said "You sound like you know." So I took off and flew low
around the yard, and then stopped standing up, with my feet 6 inches
off the ground.
Pete grinned and said, "You DO know. Can I learn that?" I said "It
took Shan months of practice to do a little of that, after I showed him
how, and that was after he could do something like it in a different
way. In technique, it's MUCH harder than porting. It requires a special
skill, which you might not have the talent for. We will see. Watch." I
picked up a fallen twig, and poked one end of it into the ground. I
walked back about 10 feel from it and waved my hand at it and lit it on
fire. Pete said "Wow!" I said "That's nothing. The first time I tried
that, I almost burned through an outside wall at school." He said "I
remember! So that's what happened." I said "That's nothing, too. The
last adept I fought burned down some houses with that, trying to toast
me. I did get a little singed. I was out of school for a while, with
other injuries." He tried to say it, and I covered his mouth with my
hand. He LICKED it! I said "Wow!" We both laughed. I said "When you
learn to control and transform your energy like that and more, we can
talk about levitation." To bring us back to the original subject, I
said, "Why are you so much faster than I ever saw you in practice?" He
said "It's my gift. I don't do it in public, if I can help it. Too
freaky." I said "I know what you mean. I'm freaky to ME." He hugged me
and said, "I know. It's tough."
I said "Would you like to see if you can do more psychic stuff?" He
grinned and said, "You never have to ask that!" I kissed him and said,
"I love you too. Lets go inside." In the bedroom, and free of confining
jocks, I stood behind him and said, "Make a picture of my face in your
mind, and make it alive with what you feel of my personality, like you
were doing it with a charmed card. Then silently talk to it like you
first timers ever say anything original?+ He said +Wow!+ I said +Maybe.
Cover my picture in your mind, to close the connection. Do it now.+ He
did. He said "Amazing! And so simple." I said "Not for most people,
even if they ever thought of trying it. Of my team before this, only
Chad could do it, and only after months of trying. Tomba can do it too.
I don't know if Shan can. I never asked him. I think people need to
practice with a charmed picture before they can learn to do it
mentally. Making charmed pictures is harder than using them. Want to
try?" He grinned at me, like it was a stupid question.
I told him how, and he drew me. It glowed like it should. I asked him
if he could see it glow, and he could. I took it. I said "You
succeeded. Better than anybody else, given your lack of experience. You
really ARE a communicator! I'm amazed and proud." He was happy, and a
little red, too, which isn't easy to see with his dark complexion. We
hugged and kissed and did nut play. Well, we should be rewarded for
good work, right? I said "Want to try for more?" He grinned again. I
said "You draw well, much better than Chad. But then, anybody would.
This next thing is more difficult. Draw this room, and put it's unique
personality in it." He did, and it didn't glow. He was disappointed. I
said "Don't worry, you have already gone further than any of my
students in so short of a time. Room picture charming needs a very
strong and detailed object sense, my strong point. Right now, yours is
a little better than average. I think it will improve in time. There is
something else we can try." I drew a charmed picture of the room. Then
we went into the den. I said "Activate this like you would any other
charmed picture. Good. See the pencil on my desk? Put an imaginary hand
into the picture and feel the pencil. Do you feel it? Almost, is fine.
We can try again later. Close the connection. You did more again than
any other beginner. You shouldn't be disappointed. Well, I suppose I
will have to cheer you up. Does this make you feel better? This? I see
it does, and what you're doing to me is making me feel very cheerful,
too." I bet you know what we were doing. Yes, and we squirted, too.
That was what happened the whole weekend. We practiced fighting,
psychic stuff, and squirted, along with the usual things people do
every day. It was definitely not a bad time. I ported him home Sunday
night, right after Dan came home, after we all squirted goodbye to each
other. He said he would tell his parents he got a ride. While we were
lying in bed with the lights out, Dan said "I like him. A lot." I said
"Thanks. Me too. I could kick myself for not bringing him in before
this." He said "I know what you mean, but don't do that to such a nice
butt." I said, "What you're doing back there is okay, but I like it
much better on the other side." He said "Fine. Can I feel it with you?"
I said "It would be my pleasure." We giggled at that, while he was
playing with my nuts, while we were linked.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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