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The Adventures of Stevie #171
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 near the
end if the school year.
The Adventures of Stevie #171 "Convincing The Director"
Dear Carlos,
I decided to make a tape recording of what I wanted to say to the
Director, and a typed transcript. It would make it easier for him, if
he could refer to it to refresh his memory. I decided to take Pete with
me too, and discussed that with him and Chad, so we could all agree on
what we would do. Then we went to my office there, and met up with
father. Then we ported to the Director's office, when it was time. I
had already checked to see he was alone. To say we scared the pants of
him, would be only a slight exaggeration. Father and I decided to do
it, because he had our full report of our trip out west, and he would
have noticed the odd timeline.
I introduced Pete and said, "I would like him to learn what I do
here, so he can do it when I'm not available. He's a communications and
humanities expert, who is fluent in more languages than I can count on
my fingers and toes, and so will be a valuable addition to your staff.
Oh, and he can defend himself VERY well, being one of our schoolmates."
The Director said to Pete, "Welcome to the Bureau. If you're even a
tenth as good as Stephen, we need you, but I'm sure you're more. When
we're finished here, go down to orientation and check in. Stephen will
help you through that, I'm sure." He made some calls about that.
Then I gave him my tape and papers, and made my presentation, which
had in it things from what I told the Colonel, Shan, Dr. Knot, and
Pete's father. Then like we planed, father had to leave. It made the
Director less formal right away. The first thing he said was, "The way
you came here. Can you teach that to people?" I said "I can, and I
have. But the student has to have rare and very unusual talents and
some training, to be able to do it. I've found only one other, so far.
I want to find more. Porting is convenient, but not really important. I
can make machines which can do it for us. It's the science which is
involved in it, which can be used for other things, which is more
important. Like that." I lifted up a chair with the 4th. I said "I can
do that to this whole building. I'm the only one who can, now. I doubt
that exclusivity will last forever. That's one of the things I worry
about. We need more people like me who can defend this country, and
this world." The director said, while looking hungrily at Chad, like we
thought he would, "What you are asking for would be very difficult to
achieve, and extremely costly, not just in money, but to me personally,
if word of this gets to the public."
I said "That is what concerns me, personally. We need YOU. In good
health and reputation, as long as we can. That means we need to protect
you, even from yourself. Let's face it, you're not a young man. We
don't know how many years you have left, and I don't want to do
ANYTHING which can shorten your life. I know what you would like to
have, and we can probably find it willing, but at what cost to you?
Would your heart take it? Would your reputation? Because it couldn't be
kept quiet, with all the rumors which are already out there, and I
can't operate on a person's mind to keep him quiet. I would lose that
power if I misused it, not to mention your trust, for somebody who
could violate a person like that. I care about you. I love you, and all
you have done for this country. I don't want you or your legacy hurt.
Help us defend humanity. Because you are YOU, I know you will." I gave
him my love.
He sighed, and said, "You know me well. I will help, as much as I
can, where it won't damage the Bureau or the country." I said "Thank
you. Let me know as soon as you have something. You might want to check
with Jan's father, the Senator. He knows, and you 2 could cook up
something together. We will keep in touch. That means personal visits,
if you don't mind that." He smiled and said, "From your team, not at
all." Then we all got up and one at a time we hugged and kissed him. I
was first, and whispered in his ear, "Chad is pretty hot. Be nice to
him, and who knows?" I could feel his interest at that. Then Pete went
to him. Then Chad, who kissed him very thoroughly. We ported back to my
office before the Director's boner became too obvious.
Chad said "He's nice, and he kisses well. He's really hot for me. I
could go for him with no problem, but I'll wait and string him along,
and see how he takes it." Pete said in awe, "It went just like you said
it would." I told him, "Because we planed ahead. Chessing is VERY
useful." Chad announced "I'm hot. Let's play." Pete said "Weren't we
going to get me set up here?" Chad pouted. I grinned my face almost in
half and said, "We do have a little time, and my medicine has about 3
hours left on it." That settled it. We ported to my private room at the
school, and our clothes flew off and we really went at it. Our
squirting was so good, Pete said after we rested, "We should get Chad
hot more often." Chad said "Of course!" We laughed.
The people in the personnel office at the Bureau, wondered at our
grins after we went there. I actually thought about telling them why we
had them, and I mindtalked that to Chad and Pete, which made our grins
bigger. If only they knew.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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