The Adventures of Stevie #222
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 #222 "Prepare to Meet"
Dear Carlos,
Tomba went out and told Nigel, and came back with him. I hadn't
dressed, and that made Nigel smile. He took off his robes and sat next
to me and hugged me. He didn't say anything, which I was grateful for.
I kissed him on the cheek. He squeezed my shoulder some more. I said
"You shouldn't have stayed here, but I'm selfishly glad you did. I'm
sorry I gave you so much trouble." Nigel said "Actually, you weren't
much trouble at all. You've made a nudist of me." I poked him and said
"At least something good came out of that." He poked me back, and we
wrestled and tickled each other for a while, with Tomba grinning at us.
I asked Tomba to set up a private meeting with for me with Dr. Knot,
before anybody else knew of my recovery. I could tell Tomba was
contacting him, and then he said, "I can port him here whenever you are
ready." I got dressed in my regular clothes which I keep in my Temple
apartment, and went to the dining room, and arranged the chairs for a
formal meeting. Tomba and Nigel stayed in the bedroom, with the door
closed, while I told Dr. Knot everything I told Tomba. He said, "I
understand your feelings, as much as a non adept psychologist can, but
I can't recommend that you live alone. You know why. Please give it at
least 2 months at home with your family. After all, you made Nigel stay
here for that amount of time, so he could recover and adjust. Please.
You can always decide what you want to do after that." I said "More
sacrifices. I suppose I must. My plans are to teach and administrate at
the school, and continue my education which you started me with here,
in electronics and computer science, until I am 18. Then I will leave,
and go out into the real world and live and work in the open. I will
still keep in touch, and come back and help sometimes. This is what I
think the role of a former adept should be. I have a chance to be
normal and lead a normal life. I should do that, with the girl I'm
going to marry."
I said "I want the whole team, Tomba and Nigel, you, and my father,
at the first meeting, no earlier than this afternoon. They are to be
informed it's at my request, and that's all. Tomba will tell them how I
am now, and then he will port me to the meeting, so I can tell them
everything they should know. Will you help set that up?" He said "Yes.
I'll call you here when the time is set. Welcome back." We hugged, and
he used the Port-All to go back to the school. I want back to the
bedroom and said, "We have work to do. I need to know exactly what I
can do with my abilities." We tested me, and the results are I can
detect a silent contact, and push it out, with a power they found
unbelievably strong. I can use one of my cards to contact somebody, but
not from a mental picture. I can't make a charmed drawing. I can't
manipulate anything in a charmed drawing, or port. My object sense and
emotion sense are working almost all the time, but vary in sensitivity.
I don't have any perception of or control over psychic energy. I can't
levitate or fire my palm lights. I can push objects with Ki, and use it
like I did before, but not quite as strongly. I expect that will
improve, when my overall physical strength improves. I can project some
feelings some of the time, but weakly. Touch improves the transfer. I
can still hug with love, for which I'm very grateful.
I said to Tomba, "Please get for me from my storage, one of the light
rings, a belt, a heat gun and a Port-All master key. I'll tell you how
to key them to me. Oh, and some empty storage crystals. We need to see
if I can work with them." He did those things. We found out I can't
send anything into a storage crystal myself, but with a lot of effort
on my part, an adept can take what I want to give, and put it in a
crystal. After we did all that, Nigel asked, "Could you explain how the
invisibility thing in the belt works? I don't understand it." I said
"You know we see by reflected light? Well, with the belt set to
invisible, we don't reflect anything." He said "I know that much, but
why don't we see a black spot then, where the belted person would be?"
I said "We see black things by the tiny amount of light they reflect.
When you don't allow even that much, our eyes just can't see it, and
they even refuse to admit it. Our brains try to fill in the space we
can't see, with things which they think might be there. We still cast
shadows, and occlude objects, which is why this kind of invisibility
works best when we are in the air." He said "Now I think I understand!
Just proves what I already knew. You're a great teacher." I said with a
grin, "You'd better hope so, because I'll be teaching again at the
school." We poked and tickled each other.
I said, "Well, I can't think of anything else to do before the
meeting. Can you?" Nigel said "Oh yes!" I could feel his sexual
interest. I said to Tomba, "Do you think I'm up to it?" He said "Do I
have to get Pete over here to remind you about stupid questions?" I
said "Probably not." This time they used the link, and we all had a
very good squirt. I let them feel my love. Nigel said "I'm very glad
you can still to that, with your love. It might come as a surprise to
you, but I missed that a lot. The memory of the love you used to give,
kept me from being so lonely here." I said "I understand. Really I do.
I was more happy I could still do that, than any other thing I could
still do. Love is my life." We exchanged more hugs, with love all
around us.
Your friend,
Stephen
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Grant
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