The Adventures of Stevie #221
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 15 in this story, just before the start of year 6 of special
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #221 "Re, An Unhappy Turn"
Dear Carlos,
I woke up on the special bed. I was confused, but that was normal
after waking up in the morning, after my injury. It took longer than I
remembered, before I was right again. I did a lot of thinking, and
exploring my memories to see if anything had changed. I was VERY
disappointed. I cried very hard. I was still crying when Tomba came in.
I held my arms out to him, and he hugged me and kissed me. After while,
I stopped crying. I said "I did something wrong. I don't want to live."
He said "Why? What did you do?" I said "I told you to help me. That's
what I did. I told you before that I wouldn't want to live being less
than I am, even for a small time, and now it happened." He had a
stunned look on his face. Then he said, "Your memory is back?" I said
"Yes, all of it, merged with my memories of my convalescence. But, I'm
not all I used to be. Inventory me, please."
Tomba did that, and said, "I see what you mean. Your third eye is
only half open, and you have very little or no control over your basic
psychic abilities, and no advanced abilities." I said "I was told this
morning it might take decades to fully open, if it ever does. That's
not all. I have lost half my intelligence. Has Chad, or another team
member, told you about my intelligence?" He said "They did, and
estimated you were at least twice as intelligent as the best of them."
I said "Make that 3 times. My IQ equivalent is a little less than 300
now. I've lost half. My 4th equations are a struggle to understand,
where before, I could work with them easily. I'm a cripple, and so much
less than the people I taught and led. I can't face them like this. I
want to die." I cried some more.
Tomba said "Then why haven't you killed yourself? You haven't
forgotten your martial arts training. You can die any time you want to,
and you are certainly no coward." I said "You know why. It would hurt
them, and you, too much to have me do that, after all the suffering
they experienced caring for me when I was sick. I can't do that to
them, and you know that. I have to live for them, because they love me.
That's why I wish I had let myself die where I was. Why I wish I hadn't
told you to care for me if what I thought might happen, did happen.
Don't tell me about the glass. It's not the size of my glass that's the
issue. It's going to be half empty for me, for a very long time, before
I can accept it being half full." He said "I understand. I had similar
feelings." I said "That's why I'm exposing my feelings to you, and not
to somebody else. So, I will live, but there are 4 reasons why I'm not
the same person I was before. One, I have another set of memories,
along with the ones I had before. My own memories, but I was a
different person who didn't know who he was. That has changed me a
little. Two, what I have lost has changed what I'm capable of, which
will change how I live my life. Three, my feelings about those changes
to me, and to what will be my life. 4, the alien knowledge I've
acquired might change me even more than I realize." He said "Yes, I see
that. No amount of love in the world will give you back what you've
lost, but, if you let us, it can help you to feel at least a little
better."
I said "What if I don't want to feel better? I know that's stupid,
but grief can cause that. Anyway, we have to decide who to tell, and
how to tell them, that some of me is back. They will also want to know
what happened, more than I could tell them at the time." He said "I see
your point. To lessen the individual impact, on you, and on the others,
I suggest you tell your full story in a group meeting. Lesser
explanations can be made in other meetings, to those who weren't in the
first meeting, either from you, or from someone who was in the first
meeting." I agreed, and we sorted out who would be in the first
meeting. I said "But you will do the introduction before I show up,
telling them how I am now, and that I've changed, and how I feel about
it, and tell them to tell nobody else about my recovery without my
permission?" He said "Yes, and Nigel here first."
I said "Tell me about Nigel. He stayed here longer than we expected.
What happened, and how are his psychic studies progressing?" Tomba said
"Ah. Your responsibilities. You can't let them go. Yes, he did stay, to
help me take care of you. He insisted. It hasn't been easy for him,
seeing his hero in such a state. I can say the same, for myself. He is
an adept now, equal to Race." I said "You can tell him he was the first
I asked about. He will like that. Where will he go, now that I've
recovered?" He said "Your foster parents have agreed to take him." I
said "But that was if I were still living there. Would they take him if
I didn't live there anymore? My life has changed. I want to make a
clean break of it, and live here, from now on. In this apartment.
Alone." He said "I don't know. That would necessitate some discussions
with the people involved, including Dr. Knot. I think you know that." I
said "Yes." Then I said something Tomba was surprised about, but which
made him happy.
I said "There is something else. It's very mundane and trivial after
all this, but still a little urgent. Do you know how long it's been
since I squirted voluntarily?" Tomba grinned and said, "I was wondering
when you would bring that up, and there it is, up." I said "Yes. Do I
have to beg?" He kissed me, and then we took our robes off. Actually,
they went flying off of us like they were alive and afraid. He bent
down and licked my nuts, and I almost squirted right there. Then he
swallowed my monster and played with my nuts, and in less than a minute
I squirted. After a minute, I still hadn't caught my breath. That was
alarming. When I could, I told Tomba, who said, "Yes, you are out of
shape, even though I think your shape is very nice." We grinned. I said
"But you didn't squirt. I'm sorry." He said "Don't be. You didn't think
we were finished, did you?" I had hoped not, and it was true. He made
me squirt 3 more separate times after that, and I helped him squirt,
too. I said, after we rested, "There is one thing which will never
change. Love. We have it. We might live separate lives in the future,
which happens to most people, but we will always have love." He showed
me his full agreement, with a kiss.
Your friend,
Stephen
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Grant
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