Stephen's Secure Blog #33
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, in the 1950's. 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. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's 2018 and
later, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
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 12 in this story, in the Summer after year 2 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #33 "A Horse, Butt..."
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Before we left the Navajo Museum, I told Dr. Hanto that what happened
in his office, and everything about us, had to be a secret. I gave him
a phone number at our enterprise comm center he could call if he wanted
to speak to me in the future. On the way to the horses, I said, "Rose,
it's important that you don't try to use your new abilities yet. Let it
go for a week, to let things settle down. If you don't, you could get a
little disoriented or sick, and it will take longer for you to adjust
to them. One of us will help you some more, then. Alright?" She said "I
understand." Her father said to me, "All this, and the day isn't half
over yet. Is this normal for you?" I said "I understand, but I can't
answer that, because I don't know what normal is for me. Anyway, who
wants to be bored?" Hawk said "Not me!" Cress said "Me neither!"
Her mother said, "It looks like we're going to have a very late
lunch, by the time we get back." I said "There is a Pizza Hut due West
of here, about 600 meters. If we go, my treat. Or there is something
not as good at the museum." Cress said, "Pizza!" We turned around and
went that way. We had the supreme combo, with extra toppings, and we
all ate too much. When we were almost finished, I said, "Something
interesting is happening with our horses. Mostly with Sulde. A teenage
admirer got a little too close to him, and decided to poke him on the
butt. The boy was lucky he wasn't kicked where he would really not like
it. I thought he should be taught a lesson. Somehow some horse manure
sort of landed on the kid's face." They exploded with laughter. I said
"And hair." More laughter. Then I said, "You know, he really should
have been breathing through his nose then." They laughed some more,
Hawk the most. I said "Oh, he just reached into his pocket for
something. Bad idea, considering what I had put in them." Hawk tried to
say something, but couldn't, because he was literally howling with
laughter. I expected him to be watching the action by then. I said "He
is trying to run away from his problems. Unfortunately for him, he
keeps tripping. Now his manure covering has extra things in it, and
some people are noticing, and are trying to get away from him. I'll
leave him alone now. I hope he learns his lesson from this. He should,
because he found that what comes out of the situation of poking a horse
in the butt, can really stick with you. Or stink with you?" They
laughed even harder. After they quieted down a little, I said, "Well,
Cress, is that funny enough for you?" She said "Going to show it when
we get home?" I said "If your parents give permission." She said "Then
it will be REALLY funny."
While we were walking back to the horses, I said to her father, "I
guess this is actually normal for me, considering what I did in Japan
last week." Hawk said "You HAVE to tell us all about it!" I said "It's
not safe to do that while we're walking or riding, judging by your
recent reactions. Later." Some of them chuckled a little, remembering
what I had told them, all the way back to the horses. We got there in
time to see the boy was all wet, just finishing his clean up. I walked
over to him and quietly said, "Hi, I'm Stephen. If you hadn't poked my
horse in the butt, you wouldn't have been covered with shit. Be
grateful he didn't kick you into being a soprano again. Have a nice
day." I walked away, with him just staring at me. Cress said, "What did
you say to him?" I said "That should come at the end of the story
tonight, shouldn't it?" She looked a little doubtful, but said, "I
guess so." I hugged her.
Our ride back to the ranch was uneventful, punctuated by an
occasional snort of laughter, in remembrance of something funny. Just
before we arrived, they wanted me to test my voice. I chose Amazing
Grace, climbing the scale with each verse. I covered three actives,
with all the power and expression I could put into the song. After I
was done, I said, "I think it worked." Rose looked at me adoringly, and
said, "Wow!" Her mother said, "I'll buy your album." I said "I'm sorry,
but I don't plan on recording anything." Hawk said, "That's what YOU
think." He had a crystal in his hand. I said "Oops! I should have been
more careful. That means I can't ever sing again." He looked shocked
and said, "Why?" I said "We aren't supposed to be famous, specially ME,
who is so tied to the Enterprise. We do NOT want paparazzi all over us,
and other investigations. Some of my other er, unusual deeds in my past
life were passed around in crystals like candy, causing me a whole lot
of unwanted attention and er, advances, and almost terminal
embarrassment. I do NOT want to be a circus freak to people! I hope
that people I love, and who might love me, wouldn't do anything to make
that happen." Hawk started crying, and said, "I'm really sorry. I
didn't realize, and I should have. Can we keep the crystal just for
ourselves?" I said "Alright." He said "Thank you."
We took care of our horses, and then I said, "Anybody for a cooling
dip in the pool?" There was unanimous agreement. Hawk and I ran to the
pool, taking our clothes off along the way. We were already in the pool
when the others arrived. I said, before we were asked, "We had swim
suits on underneath, just begging to get wet." I got out and said,
"See?" Then I dove in, and a second later, I was standing on the tiles
outside the pool on the other end. Cress said "How did you do that!" I
said "I told you yesterday, I had a faster way to swim which would
probably pull my other suit off. Now that I'm wearing this one, I can
show you. Come and watch." She did, and I demonstrated my dolphin
stroke, slowly, and then a little faster. Then I went from one end of
the pool to the other, so fast, I could pop out of the water and land
on my feet. She said "Wow!" I said "I hear that a lot." We laughed. We
all played around in the pool till supper time. Then we got out and
dried off, and went inside to change into regular clothes. Supper was
fine.
We were all in the living room, and Cress was insisting I show what
happened in the shit incident. I did, amid constant howls of laughter.
Then I showed them what I said to the boy. More laughter. Cress said
"Can we look at him now?" I said "No. It wouldn't be right. He doesn't
deserve to have his privacy invaded. He was doing something bad in a
public place, so it was alright for us to see it. It is NOT alright to
be peeping Toms when people expect to be private. Nobody likes to be
spied on. Do you?" She said "Right. Sorry." Her mother said, "Stephen,
why didn't you laugh at any of that?" I said "Taken one way, it was
funny. But to me, it was two other things. First, it was a job. I was
working. The other way, I was feeling what he felt, and HE sure didn't
think it was funny. I had to know if what I was doing was effective."
Hawk said, "Tell us what you did in Japan." I said "First I have to
tell you what Yakuza are. They are the organized crime of Japan, like
the Mafia. They have a kind of under cover uniform, which they can't
take off. Tattoos, all over most of their bodies. Some of the most
beautiful art of that kind in the world. It's done with sharp needles
dipped into ink, and hammered into the skin, so the ink stays in the
skin permanently. It hurts when they do that. I'll show you it being
done, and then how it looks when it's finished. Notice I'm just showing
the part of the body which is covered with tattoos. Yes, even on their
er, butts. I bet they didn't want to sit down for a while after they
got those!" Laughter. "Where they are not, allows them to wear regular
clothes, even shorts, and nobody knows they have them, because they're
really bad criminals, and don't want to advertise that. Well, that day
I fixed that for some of them." I told them what I did, and they
laughed really loudly. Then I told them why. The father said, "I see
why it's work to you. You really think these things out before and
during the action, and you have good reasons for everything. You don't
do it for fun or meanness. You actually dislike it, and only do it
because you consider it your duty. You make it funny by the way you
tell it, because that's your style, and not because it's all that funny
to you." I said "You understand. I may have saved those kid's lives
with what I did, and lives of people they might have killed if they had
stayed with and advanced in the Yakuza. It's serious work, but if a
little fun for others to have in it happens, then it serves another
purpose. Some lessons do go down better with something sweet." Hawk
said "I see. It wasn't just a lesson for them, but for people you tell
it to, too. That's deep." I nodded and said, "All of life gives us
lessons. I sometimes try to help that along a little." Hawk said to his
father, "They say Stephen uses everything to teach something, that
every moment with him is a learning experience. I didn't really accept
that before. I do now."
I said "Every moment? I don't know what can be learned from me when
I'm sleeping." Hawk said, "Then I'll tell you. Folks, everybody in the
school wants to hug and kiss him. I mean EVERYBODY. They want to feel
his love. I know you know what I mean. That doesn't stop coming from
him when he's sleeping. Because boys and girls aren't allowed in each
other's bedrooms, it's only boys who can have sleepovers with him, and
we all do, and absolutely love sleeping in his arms. Yes, in the same
bed, because that's where his arms are. You've felt his love in his
hugs. Imagine feeling that all night long. NOBODY has ever had a bad
dream with him. Stephen, we DO learn from you while you're sleeping. We
learn about love. How to receive it, and how to give it. How to be
better people." I said "And how to embarrass me, too. Maybe I should
sleep at home tonight." He grinned and said "And insult your hosts?" I
said plaintively, "That's the trouble with geniuses. They think too
much, when you're trying to win an argument with them." They laughed.
We talked a little more, and then we went to bed. Hawk said "Stephen,
I'm sorry I embarrassed you today. It wasn't what I wanted, but
sometimes it just has to happen." I said "I understand. I'm a little
too sensitive to that, but that's who I am. But, I did learn something
today. I didn't know I project it in my sleep." He said with a grin,
"You do, and nobody has any complaints about it whatsoever." I couldn't
help smiling when I said, "I suppose not. You know Cress adores me, and
Rose, after trying to resist, has a crush on me, which could get
serious." He said "Yes, it was building up, but it was your singing,
which pushed Rose over the edge." I said "I noticed that. Is this going
to be a problem between you two?" He said "I hope not. You are the one
to choose. Unless you are bi. Then there might be meetings a dawn." I
said "To serve a duel purpose?" He laughed and said, "I can't beat you
at that." I said "But we can enjoy the attempts." He said "Right. You
know I love you more than ever." I said "I know, but I can't do
anything about it. I don't have any sexual attractions yet, and might
not have any for years. I think my maturation has been slowed down, by
what happened to me. I'll explain."
I said "I woke up when I was ten. From when I was two, until then, I
was very sick and in a coma. So, I had no memories. I had to be taught
everything, and then I went to our school a few months later. When I
turned 12, my memories of my other lives came back. I think all that
time being in a coma could have slowed some things down in my body.
I've checked it, and it's very healthy now, so I'm not worried about
it. I really like being a boy again, and I'm going to enjoy as much of
it as I can, while I still can. And yes, that includes what you're
doing, which feels great." I had to stop talking, because he was
kissing me, and not just playing with my nuts. Then he licked them
until we both almost squirted, and then he used his mouth on my jumping
boner. I turned him around and sucked on his, too, which really
surprised him, and then we both squirted. While we were resting, he
said, "But you're not gay!" I said "For all I know, I'm not either way,
or both. Doing it didn't excite me like it does you, but it didn't feel
bad, either. It would have been boring, actually, if I didn't feel how
much you liked it. I didn't care for the taste of what you squirted,
though, so I might not do it much in the future." He hugged me and
said, "Whatever you want to do, is fine with me. If you're happy, I'm
delirious." I said "Oh. I thought you were Hawk." I kissed his
laughter. We went to sleep in each other's loving embrace.
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