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The Adventures of Stevie #182
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, in the Summer.
The Adventures of Stevie #182 "Ready Race"
Dear Carlos,
A week was up, and Race came in, and was eager to know more about
psychic things. I contacted Pete, and asked if he wanted to be part of
that, and he gave me the usual stupid question reply. I ported him to
the Port-All room in my home building, and he came up. I said "Don't
get undressed, either of you. I need to go to work, for an important
interview. Want to come along?" Pete said "Sure." Race was wide eyed
and said, "Really? I would have to get permission for a trip like
that." I said "We are going there, but not as a trip. And you couldn't
be in a safer place." Pete got it and told him, "Trust me, you HAVE to
do this. What he is going to show you only a handful of people know
about and have experienced. It's a secret so important, not even the
President of the United States knows about it. He must really trust
you! This is not something you want to miss, and it's going to happen
now. He isn't going to wait." I had already had my medicine, so I
dressed while Pete was talking. Race said "Alright." I led them down to
the porting room, and activated the right one, and told them to go into
it. Pete dragged Race through, then I went through, and we were in my
office in the Bureau.
Race was so amazed he couldn't speak. Pete took him down to get a
visitor's pass. Pete didn't need one, because he had his own ID. My
appointment came in, and Alice had him wait in her office. Pete and
Race came back, and into my office. They sat on the couch. Pete must
have told Race to be quiet, because he didn't say anything. I asked
Alice to send in my appointment. When he was in and seated in the chair
in front of my desk, I said, "I'm Stephen. I will be conducting the
interview. This is Pete, my assistant, and Race, a student observer.
You have been advised you are subject to mental and physical
examination at any time in this office?" He said "Yes, but what's this
all about?" I said "This interview is required in order for you to be
approved for working here or with us." He said "But you're a kid!" I
said "How astute an observer you are. I also have 3 doctorates, and
numerous other degrees. Now down to business. If you don't cooperate,
you are out the door, and out of this building. Ready?" He was about to
object, but I made ready to push the intercom button, and he didn't.
Instead he nodded and said, "Yes." Pete contacted me to watch while I
examined the subject while I was asking the questions. When that was
over, I asked the subject to stay in the outer office.
I asked Pete what he thought. He said "Slimy bastard. We don't want
him anywhere near having authority." I said to Race, "Pete and I have
some abilities which are very useful here. We know when we are being
lied to, or even when they think they are going to lie to us. We are
experts at reading facial expressions and body language, and we can
feel what they are feeling. You can feel that too, but not as much yet.
While he was answering the questions, which were designed to reveal his
basic character, Pete and I were examining his mind and brain for
illness and damage, using a combination of psychic senses, and also
checking for psychic potential. The results of this interview are not
good for him. He is a selfish sadistic bully, and can't be trusted an
inch. I'm sending my report by messenger to personnel, so they get it
before I send him back to them. He won't be hired." I sent for Alice,
and said, "By messenger. Then after delay, send the subject back." She
stopped smiling and was serious, and went out. She knew what it meant,
and felt bad for me, because I felt bad about preventing him from
having the job he wanted. I told Race, "This doesn't happen often. Most
applicants are good people, and do well here."
Race said "Wow!" We didn't grin. He noticed that, and guessed why. He
said "You have a lot of power here." Pete said "Yes, and if he abused
it, he wouldn't have it. He's earned their trust, by being right, and
by risking his life for them on missions." Then Pete smiled and said,
"It doesn't hurt that Stephen is a real nice guy, and they love him."
Race said "THAT I can understand!" To change the embarrassing subject,
I said to Race, "I know you want to ask questions. That has to wait for
something. I'm going to contact you mentally. Try and detect it, and
try your best to push me out." I made silent contact with him, and he
didn't detect it. Then I said in his mind, +Hello, Race. This doesn't
invade your privacy. I will only hear words you want me to hear this
way. Say something in your mind to me.+ He said +I don't mind minding
you.+ I said +That's the most unusual initial mindtalk I've ever heard.
Now imagine you are a fierce vicious wild animal defending your mate
and young, and push my mindvoice out of your mind with that, with all
of your energy. Do it now.+ He did, and pushed me out. I said
"Congratulations, you pushed me out. I'm going to contact you again, to
see if you can detect it. If you do, push me out again. I might resist
that, but still keep pushing." I did, and he noticed and pushed
strongly. I pushed back for a little while and then disconnected.
I said to Pete, "He's got it. Want to take over?" He knew that was
not an optional request, but training for him. He instructed Race in
using a charmed picture he made for mindtalk. They practiced. Then he
said, "These kinds of things can be VERY dangerous. I can make the
pictures, and so can some other people, but only Stephen can make ones
which can't be misused." I had been contacting Tomba while they were
talking. I said "Now you need to know Light and Dark." I said to Pete,
"Tomba is ready for you." I said to Race "You are going to see a friend
and student of mine. He will tell you things I can't bear to hear
again, which you need to know about. He will let me know when he is
finished, and I will join you then, and we can do some question
answering. Take off your badge and give it to me. Stand up. Ready?" I
ported them to my apartment in the temple. I straightened up my desk,
and told Alice I was leaving, and gave her Race's visitor's badge. I
didn't have any more appointments that day. I ported home, because my
medicine was still working. A half hour later, Tomba contacted me to
say he was finished. I said I would port over, and I did. They were in
the living room. Chad was there too. They all stood so I could hug and
kiss all of them. Race was last. After that, I asked him, "Have you
chosen?" He said "Light! Forever." I said "Good. I wouldn't want to
have to kill somebody I love." He said "I wouldn't want you to, either.
Oh, that didn't sound like what I meant." I said "Don't worry. I always
know what people mean, more than they do. Your first thought was for my
feelings, and I really appreciate that."
We sat, and I said to Race, "Questions?" He did have some, but I
didn't answer. The others did, because they knew that was what I
wanted. After that, I said to Tomba, "I used you. I apologize." He said
"No, don't. I want you to use me." Chad said "Ha!" Tomba smiled and
said, "That too, but you know what I mean. I want to do this, and not
just for you. It's what I should be doing." I hugged him, and he got a
boner. Race noticed, and said to Chad, "Was your comment what I think
it was about?" Chad stood up and let him see his boner. Pete said "Monk
robes don't hide much." Chad said "That's why we should take them off."
He and Tomba did, and the rest of us undressed, too. Then we went to
the bedroom and onto the big bed. Pete said "Link?" I said "Might as
well." He said to Race, "You are going to have an experience you can't
imagine. You will feel what everybody feels, and we will feel what you
feel. Not just emotions, but physical sensations." That made Race's
monster jump all over. Pete captured it, and we started doing other
sexual things, and I started the link. I made it low intensity at
first, than gradually increased it, for just us in the room. They loved
how Pete and I felt about the nut play, and how sensitive Tomba's
monster was, and how much Chad liked to have his butt caressed, and how
still new and exciting everything was to Race. But when the sexual
feelings of Tomba and Chad were added, it went over the top. I tried to
make it last as long as I could, and then we squirted all over.
Race said, after we had rested, "And I lived through it!" We laughed.
Pete said "So, how disappointing has this little trip been, which you
were so reluctant to take?" Race opened his mouth to say something, and
stopped. He looked like he couldn't think of anything. I said "Stop
teasing him. Let somebody else have a chance." I tickled Race, and then
the rest did. Then Race said through his laughter and happy tears, "I
love you all!"
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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