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The Adventures of Stevie #172
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, after year 4 special school ended.
The Adventures of Stevie #172 "Start of Summer"
Dear Carlos,
I have a lot of news to tell you. The school year is over, but we are
keeping it open for students who still want to learn, and for me to
invent things in, and because father moved his business office there.
We had so much extra space in that big building, just going to waste.
Now it's not being wasted as much, and it's very convenient to have
things together where the central Port-All room is. It's closer to our
new home, too. We finally moved! Our new apartment is in a very big
complex. The buildings are new and there is a big pool and lots of kids
here. There is parking on the hill right right in front of our
building, which made moving easy for some things which we didn't use
the Port-Alls for. We moved just after school ended, so there would be
less disruption.
Our new home is very different from any I lived in before. There were
12 apartments in our building. We took over all of them. We actually
bought it from the owner of the development, who is a friend of my
father's from the war. He knows what we do. Father has his own big
apartment in it, and a separate office, and Zack and Glena have our
family in one whole floor, which had 4 apartments in it. We knocked
down walls to make bigger rooms. We could all have had separate
bedrooms, but we didn't want to. We do have spare bedrooms for guests
who need them, but when you don't have clothes on, other kinds of
privacy don't matter that much. What good are separate bedrooms when we
share the same bed because we want to? But they are much bigger now,
rooms and beds! We have exercise rooms too, and even a room just for
movies, for when they make any somebody wants to watch, someday. Our
back yard has a very tall privacy fence around it, so we can be as
natural as we want to be there, when it's warm enough. I like our new
place a lot, specially the kitchen. We have things in it only
restaurants have, like a stove which cooks with radio energy. It uses
the microwave frequencies, which are used in radar. Some things cook
extra fast in it.
The day we finished moving in, something interesting happened. We
were just about to eat supper, when we heard a big commotion outside.
We all went out to look. There was a car sinking in the pool! The
apartment buildings in our part of the development are all on a hill
which surrounds the pool, which is down the hill in the middle like a
gigantic cereal bowl, and we live on the rim of it and the pool is on
the bottom, but filled with water, not milk. No cereal, either. It has
a fence around it to keep little kids from falling in, but we found out
it wasn't good enough to keep cars out. People told us a car had rolled
down the hill from where it was parked, and ran down the fence and
dived into the water. A lot of people were excited. I was too. I was
The next day we got a new car.
The other kids made fun of it because it was PURPLE!
That didn't matter too much, because they all wanted to be friends
with me for what our old thirsty car did.
Maybe they were hoping for advance notice if it happened again?
How much more friendly would they have been if they knew our new car
could fly, after I put one of my new levitating platforms under the
seat, attached to the floor? We will probably never use it, but I put
it in anyway, just because I could, and because it never hurts to be
prepared for anything. Such as too small parking spaces.
I'm not going to summer camp, but some of my friends are. Tommy and
Jeremy are going to be counselors again, and Rod will be a CIT again,
with Davie in his cabin. I'm going to visit them soon, maybe with Pete
and Chad. Chad isn't going to summer camp, because he is a student monk
at the Temple for the summer. He can still do jobs for me and the
school when we need him. Pete is working with me at the office, to
learn the job. Alice likes him.
Davie stayed with me and Dan for the week Rod was at camp setting it
up for the camp season. He was lonely, and we liked having him. We had
a good foursome with Pete that week, because he was staying with us
too, then. Davie liked him a lot. Maybe because Pete is so tall, or
because he was new to him. Davie couldn't keep his hands off Pete's
monster. It's very long and thin, just like the rest of Pete is, and
squirts very well, which Davie liked to make happen very often. Pete
didn't mind that at all. One thing Davie liked better than anything
else, was the link. They all did, but I didn't do that very often. I
didn't want them to get addicted to doing it only that way. We did have
a lot of fun, any way we did it. Too bad we wasted all of it. I'll see
if anybody is interested, like a sperm bank, or something.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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