Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #12
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, in Winter at around the New Year of year 6
of special school.
Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #12 "New Year, New Adepts to Train"
NEW ENTRY
Nigel and I were sleeping, when he yelled and woke me up. He said
"Chad contacted me about the Tyrone job. His mother's boyfriend was
burglarizing a home, with 2 other people. We were just gong to port him
out of the country when the surprised home owner caught them in the act
and shot him. He's dead." I said "Put them all to sleep." He said
"Done." I said "Did the man use a revolver?" He said "Yes." I said
"Remove the unfired rounds from the gun. Remove or break off the firing
pin or hammer extension of the robber's guns if they have any. If they
have knives, port them away if they try to use them when they wake up,
and then port them back into their pockets. Make an anonymous call to
the police saying the address and shots fired. Let them wake up when
the police are at the door. Stand by to interfere to keep people from
getting hurt. Alright?" He said "Got it." Then he said, "Chad helped,
and made the call. He said I shouldn't leave your arms." I said "I
wouldn't complain about that at all." He tried to smile. I said "Give
my love and thanks to Chad." He said "Done." We hugged. 7 minutes
later, he said, "Police are there, and have things under control." I
said "Now you have to contact Tyrone and tell him things didn't go
exactly as planed, and the man was shot during a burglary, right before
you were going to take him." He said "If I tell you I don't want to do
it, you will say I must, because It's my responsibility, and you would
be right, so I won't say that." I kissed him, and gave him love. He
said "Done, and all disconnected. Tyrone thanked me." He cried, and I
cried with him.
Nigel said "Interfering with people's lives, even in a good cause and
at their request, is an awesome responsibility. I don't like it one
bit." I said "Good." He said "Huh?" I said "Think about it." He said
"Oh. I see what you mean." I said "You will do it again, when you
should, because you care." He said "That's what I'm afraid of." I said
"That's good, too. Makes you more careful. Yes, it's an awesome
responsibility. Power gives that. Everything balances. I know you don't
like that. I don't either. None of us does. It's a little early, but
welcome to adulthood." He said "But I don't want to be an adult!" I
said "I understand. We can't stop the clock. We'll get through it, and
be all the better for it." He cried some more. I rubbed his back and
said softly, "I love you. Things will get better. Just relax and let
your feelings flow through you." I repeated that over and over, while
stroking his back, until he fell asleep. I stayed awake the whole
night, in case he woke up and needed comforting. He didn't.
In the morning, I let him wake on his own and greeted him with
"Hello, sunshine! Mac and Bone are coming this afternoon. Let's get
things ready for them." He said "Coming in the afternoon? What's so
special about that? We do it all the time." I laughed and said, "I
think you've been around randy Chad too much." He said "Having 2 more
gay boys here is definitely not something I'm going to complain about!"
I said "I wonder why. Anyway, they might want to be committed to each
other." He said "Not if they want the link, and your balls." I said,
"There is that. I mean them, which I feel you have found. I don't have
to tell you how much I love that, because you are feeling what I feel.
I like sharing." I couldn't say anymore, because his lips were clamped
to mine. After a while, we squirted very well.
We showed Bone and Mac their bedroom, when Nigel ported them and
their belongings in after lunch. I felt it was best to give them their
own room, so they can be private together. They could always sleep in
my bedroom whenever they wanted to, which I told them. One of the
reasons for having their own bedroom was because of closet space. The
bedrooms have only so much of that. They are staying with us until
their mothers can make arrangements to come up from southern Virginia
where they live. This way the boys can get started with their training
and regular school things. Tomba will do most of the psychic training,
in my apartment at the Temple. Pete and the team will have them on team
missions when they are skilled enough. Their mothers can have
apartments in the same complex we are in, if they want them. I don't
know if the boys would want to live separately with their mothers then,
which could be a problem. I could tell they were unhappy about the no
screwing rule. Then I said, "That's for Zack and Glena's home. It's a
and grinned gratefully. I said "After you get settled into the life
here, there are a lot of things you will learn, which can help you do
some very interesting things." They understood that to mean more than
one thing, and thanked me and Nigel with kisses and hugs.
We didn't tell them about the enterprise. That will wait for when
they will be actually involved in it. I didn't want to overwhelm them
with too much big stuff all at once. Tomba wasn't with us this Winter
break. He is was with with Lance and his family. I told him I was happy
for them that they were still together. He did come by to welcome Mac
and Bone into the family, which was very nice of him. When we sat down
for supper, I explained to them about using napkins, and why, which
they thought was funny. After supper, we went into our bedroom and
talked. They wanted to know more about the school. I said "You will be
surprised how much and how fast you will learn. Some of that will be in
regular classes, but accelerated, and some of that will be in labs, and
some of that will be from crystals. There are three major areas of
study. One is academic. Another is security. Part of that is required
fighting training. We do NOT want our people beaten up or killed in a
fight. Wasteful. Then there is the psychic. Curriculums are
individualized, and a lot of it is self study. We don't have many
actual classes. You don't write papers, you dictate them into a tape
recorder. They will be typed overnight by our secretaries, and you make
corrections, if any, in the morning. In a few months, you will need to
choose a major for your bachelor's degree. You might think about that
once in a while till then."
I said "This is important. We don't discuss the school and what we do
there with outsiders, if we can avoid it. We are different, and would
be persecuted for it. It could happen inside the school, too. Most of
the students have almost no psychic ability. Those who have, do NOT
show any of that to the other students, or to the outside world, or let
them know you are psychic. This is deadly serious, because death can be
involved for ALL of us if the world found out about us, which would be
absolute disaster for humanity. I have killed to keep us a secret. The
being I killed was a killer, and was a second away from exposing us to
those who would and could have killed all of us, so I could to that,
and still be of the Light. You will learn more about that as you go
along. Because of our security, you don't ask students personal
questions. Do you understand all that?" They nodded. I said "Welcome to
the best and most expensive school in the world, where only the
smartest and most powerful students are invited, even paid, to attend."
I said "Oh, and highly sexed students, I should add." They smiled at
that. I said "I'm not kidding! We would give each other orgasms at the
drop of a hat, without the hat being anywhere near us. Speaking about
that, you have to decide where you sleep and with whom, which you can
change any time you want to. Any of us would welcome your embrace, but
we also know you two are in love. If you want to be exclusive, we will
understand and support you. If you want to share, we will squirt all
over you. Don't worry. It's not as if any of us are allowed to be
lonely. None of us will get on your beds without invitation. I think I
might speak for Nigel in this. Our bed is open to everybody we love,
and that includes you." Nigel said "Right!" Mac and Bone dripped some
tears, and came into our arms. That's how we slept, after some very
powerful linked squirting.
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Grant
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