The Adventures of Stevie #197
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 the Fall of year 5 of special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #197 "School and Team"
Dear Carlos,
I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been very busy. The new
school year started, and I'm doing a lot of Dr. Knot's work. I placed
Chad in charge of the 2 new students, and he's doing a good job. He is
also examining, with Rod, the space parts. I'll write more about that
later. Jan isn't in school much because she's working with her father
on Senate things. Pete is working 2 afternoons a week at the Bureau,
and I'm doing the same at Wright Field, which should be over soon. The
rest of my time at school is spent teaching all the psychology courses,
half of physics, and some art. I do my own research and inventing in
the evenings there. Race is in regular school, and he sometimes helps
me in the evenings at my school with my experiments, and then squirting
when we get home. Sometimes we don't wait for that.
For earning money, Jan suggested I invent easy to manufacture toys
and games. There is no way to tell in advance which ones will be a
success, because it depends a lot on chance. Some of the worst toys and
games make millions, when they come out at just the right time, which
nobody can predict. Race has some good ideas. We don't know yet if any
will sell. My books are a success. I'm using different identities with
publishers, so people won't know one person is writing about so many
different subjects. I expect to have 4 million dollars from writing,
before the winter holidays, and that's not counting advances for more
books, which I'm not taking, so I don't get pushed into writing more
than I have time for. Chad has invented a new kind of glue. That should
earn us some money too, when we get it into production, after the
patent goes through. I have been working on a mining technique. It's
with dowsing, but including my object sense and 4th viewpoint. For
large enough things, like concentrations of gold, and gems, I should be
able to find and port them to wherever I want to. Father is organizing
a mine holding company to buy the land and mineral rights where we get
hits with dowsing over maps and at the locations, so I can get started
on my own kind of mining. We will still have to dig shafts and tunnels
to get deeper deposits, but I should be able to get the actual good
stuff myself.
Jan had another idea. We want the money to help save the world, not
to pay taxes to one country. She said we should own our own country,
where we could set the banking rules. We could charge for that, too,
for other people to bank with us. Because we can port, an island would
do. Father is looking into that, too, with Race's father.
I have recorded almost all I know in crystals, with different kinds
of codewords and restrictions. I've made separate crystals for
teaching. Some of them have demonstration illusions. Pete was a big
help in setting up the filing systems for them, in the crystals
themselves, and how we manage the collection. He makes some of them
too. I have a good reason for doing that. Or bad reason, depending on
how you look at it. I had a special meeting to discuss part of it, with
Pete's father. I told him, "There are times when I've been injured,
that the team didn't have a leader. I don't like that, and it's more
important now than it ever was, that such a thing never happens again.
I have some hints from the future that I will be seriously injured
again, before I'm 18. So, I've been grooming Pete to be the leader when
I can't be, and using missions to do some of that. Except for me, he's
the only team member from a military family, and he's the best
communicator. Being tall is a big help, too. As I have personally found
out. It's alright to smile. I do. So, what do you think of your son
becoming the leader of the most intelligent and powerful group of
people on earth?" I grinned at his expression. He said "I don't know
what to say." I said "Well, that was something. Do you oppose this?" He
said "God Almighty, no!" I said "If you worry about him being in more
danger, don't. I take risks because I can do more, and because I'm an
experimenter and inventor. Pete doesn't have those issues. Are you
wondering why I'm telling you this?" He said "Yes."
I said "Leadership. You understand it better than somebody who's
never been involved with the military before. He can learn from you.
I'm asking you to help him with that, when and where you can point out
leadership skills in action. If you do, he is going to know I asked you
to do that, because he's a genius. If you want, you could tell him it's
because you know the subject, so he shouldn't waste that, just like I
have learned as much as I can from my own father, which the team values
highly. In fact, that's one of the reasons why they made me their
leader. Pete already knows I have pushed him into being our team
spokesman, because he has talent and skill for that, better than the
others, and while he might not realize it, he has the best potential
for leadership, too. Jan isn't interested. Rod is more the fatherly
type, and a follower. Chad is too passionate and headstrong. Race isn't
a genius, and is too new to the team. Pete is the only team member I
wanted to work at the Bureau. Not just because he could do that better
than the others, but because I wanted outsiders to know him as the
contact person for the team, which would make him the leader by
default. Any comments?" He said "No, you've sown it up pretty tight.
You're quite a leader, yourself." I said "Thanks, but responsibility
does that to a person. There is something more I want to say. He has
come a long way very fast, with team things. Part of that is due to how
well he was raised, to be the kind of person he is. I love you for what
you have done for my friend I love so much. I'm very proud of him, and
you should be, too." He hugged me, and I helped with that, and gave him
my love. I ported him home, looking as happy and proud as a parent can
get.
The next evening, Pete asked to visit, so he ported over to my
bedroom after I got home from experimenting at the school after supper.
It was almost time for bed, so I expected him to sleep over. As soon as
he undressed, he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips and
demanded, "What did you do to my father?" I said "Oh, does the cast on
his arm show too much?" He said "Huh?" I grinned and said, "I love
making geniuses say that." He said "No, seriously, I want to know what
you did to him." I said "Come sit down and get friendly. Come on." He
sat next to me on the bed. I said "Now what's the problem?" He said
"He's GLOWING! Positively glowing with happiness when he looks at me.
And now so is my mother." I said "Really? Helpful at night when you're
looking for a light." He couldn't help smiling a little, and said "It's
a figure of speech. Tell me." I said "I thought it was time I spoke
with him again, to see how he felt about you and the school, and about
your psychic development. I wasn't sure, because of what happened at
our first meeting. I might have told him how well you are doing, and
possibly how proud I am of you, and that sort of thing. He kind of
didn't feel too bad about that, much." He sighed and said, "Much." I
said "Don't worry. It will probably wear off sooner or later. If you
don't mention my name to remind him."
Pete's answer was not in words, but in actions. Such as grabbing my
monster and playing with my nuts and kissing my breath away. Being not
one to waste an opportunity, I did the same to him, and with the link.
We squirted high and hard. While we were resting, I said, "I might have
mentioned something about loving him for raising so well, my friend I
love so much." He said "That nails it. He's yours for life." I said
"But where would I put him?" He responded by tickling me, and I tickled
him too, and then we went back to nut playing, and then, after a longer
while, we squirted just with that, in the link. We exchanged the love
word a few times, and went to sleep in each other's arms. And legs. And
lips. And love.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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