Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #1
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students. 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. He wrote 225 of them to
a friend. Please refer to them for insight into this new series of
stories. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he still wanted to
record his life, in case he loses his memory again. So, we can now look
into selected entries in his logbook to see how he is doing.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 15 in this story, before Thanksgiving of year 6 of special
school.
Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #1 "A New Record"
NEW ENTRY
Chad's prophesy says Tomba will be my provider when I'm not me,
twice. That has happened once, when I was brain damaged in escaping
from the moon, which was part of another of his cryptic prophesies. I
had lost my memories, which were eventually restored. Chad has the
Oracle psychic talent, and his prophesies are always true, even if we
don't understand them at the time. This means I could lose my memories
again. I stopped writing to "Carlos", but I have decided to continue
writing about my life, this time to my future self, in hopes of aiding
my recovering memory, if Chad's prophesy goes that way. He might even
have meant my next incarnation. If that's true, my new self might like
to know about who he used to be. This is the start of my new series of
Logbooks, which Tomba will keep for me with the Carlos letters, when I
give each filled book to him.
I'm teaching at the school, and doing much of the administration, and
studying computer science. Chad and Pete teach martial arts, with
Tommy, and we all teach security subjects with father. We still have to
have academic teachers from outside, so our students can have real
degrees from actual universities those professors come from. I would
have thought some of the students would resent being taught by a fellow
student, but it didn't happen with them. However, it did happen with
some of their parents. It didn't last, after Dr. Knot brought them to
my office and showed them my walls full of diplomas. Crystals are a big
help in teaching and learning. We make each new teacher put what they
know in crystals. Then Pete takes that information and organizes it
into parts of courses. A student can't have more than one crystal every
other day, maximum. We found out students need to use the information
they get that way, to understand it enough to go to the next level. We
don't want to make them robots learning everything by rote. We want
educated people who can use the information to help them think for
themselves. It's working very well. Even students who weren't geniuses
before becoming Adepts, like Race and Nigel, can complete an
undergraduate degree in less than a year that way.
I anticipated problems between Adepts, and the students who weren't
adepts, in the same school, so we have reinforced the private nature of
special abilities, except among the teams. It's bad form to ask a
student what special things he can do. Some of the abilities are hard
to conceal, though. We all know Jarod has a photographic memory, for
instance. Because special abilities are required for all students, it's
not much of an issue. The other students might suspect something about
a team, but they know not to ask about it.
Ever since I lost my Adept psychic abilities, to become so much less
than the people I had trained in them, I've been fighting depression. I
should be grateful to have what I still have, which is much more than
most people have, but I still think of myself as a cripple. I'm
constantly reminded of how much I lost, whenever one of my students
uses their psychic abilities in my presence. That happens very often,
because I live with one of them, Nigel. They are all aware of my
feelings, because we feel them of each other, and they try to be
considerate of them. That only makes it worse. So, I asked for a
meeting.
Chad, Rod, Jan, Pete, Race, and Nigel, were there, in my private
meeting room in the school. I said "I have a problem. It's MY problem,
and I have to get over it myself. I probably will, if you don't make it
worse. Yes, I know you love me. I can feel it, just as you can feel my
love for you. But, treating me like a cripple isn't helping me. Every
time you act in consideration of my loss, you just remind me about it
like rubbing it in my nose. I need to tell you my nose is getting a
little raw from that. Chad, you can kiss it better, later. Alright, all
of you, but one at a time. Stop distracting me while I'm complaining.
Please stop being so solicitous of me! I appreciate the sentiment, but
it doesn't help. Except the part where we squirt. I sure can't complain
about that!" We laughed. I said "When I got my memory back, I had
decided to live alone at the Temple, and to stay away from you as much
as I could, because I expected this to happen. I wanted to avoid being
hurt that way. After a lot of crying, and some advice, which pointed
out what I already knew, which was it wouldn't help, and it would hurt
my friends, I decided to live as I'm living now. I couldn't leave you.
Now that you know all this, I hope we can figure out a way to be
together in a way which we can all be happy. Any comments?"
They had a lot of comments, which took almost an hour to express. Not
many words were heard, though. They rushed me, and took all my clothes
off, and their's, too. Then Jan licked my nuts, and somebody started
the link, so everybody could feel what each of us could feel. Jan was
driving me crazy with excited pleasure, and everybody else, too. Chad
was doing the same to Pete, who felt the same way I did about having
his nuts licked. Then Chad and Jan traded places. When we couldn't take
it any more, we all had each other's hands on monsters and in Jan's
vagina, and on her breasts, along with a lot of kissing, and very soon
we all had intense orgasms. While we were resting after that, I said,
"Interesting comments. I'll take them under advisement." They laughed.
I let them feel my love, and they returned it.
END ENTRY
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Grant
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