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  Chapter XII(e):  10th Grade, Summer 1987
      Part 8 - Final Farewells and Hello Agains (mf)
      Part 9 - Fate and Luck                    (mf, oral)
      Part 10 - A Day of Fun with Holly Quinn   (mc, mf)

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII:  10th Grade, Summer 1987 
Part 8 - Final Farewells and Hello Agains
(mf)


Gordie had already taken control of a significant portion of nontelepathic
slaves before attempting to use the drug on me.   He had decided I was the
weakest of the telepaths since I hadn't been able to recover completely, and had
also believed I would be the easiest to brainwash because of my age.  So much
for what he knew.

After freeing Penny and a few others I could trust, I quickly made the rest of
his slaves loyal to me, and undid some of their programming.  After spending an
entire day on that, I finally faced the difficult decision of whether or not to
wake any of the sane telepaths.

The choice basically boiled down between the Inquisitor and Melissa, both having
loyalties which conflicted with what I would be asking them to do.

How I wished I could have talked the decision over with Joey, Suzi, my mom, or
even my dad.  Penny did her best, but she simply didn't understand the situation
completely.  She kept insisting that I just force them to do what I wanted, not
seeing how that above everything else was out of the question.

"Making them do it wouldn't work.  The others would find out and then the next
thing we know you and I are someone's happy pets.  Don't you see?  The only
thing we have going for us is that I would be the one saving them, and that I
didn't try and make them my slaves."

"But both sides were willing to do it to you, and each other.  Wouldn't they
just go and do what they wanted anyway?  I mean, if it was me, I'd want revenge,
no matter what the person who freed me wanted."

"I know that.  But we're not talking about you.  We're talking about two groups
of people who at least respect what the Inquisitor or Melissa says.  Peer
pressure would keep them all from breaking the agreement, but that's only if I
can get both the Inquisitor and Melissa to agree with it first."

"I still don't see why you couldn't just make them.  I mean, if not by using
your telepathy, then your other thing.  Or I could use... No.  I'll never do
that again."

"Good girl," I said giving her a peck on the cheek.  "And that's sorta the same
way I feel about what I can do.  So it all comes down to who can I trust more.
They both could easily take me over, but I'm pretty sure Melissa wouldn't have
done it if she hadn't been full of the fuck drug that Gordie had put in the
food.  Hell, I didn't even blink at doing what I did to you.  I'm sorry about
that, by the way."

"What about the Inquisitor then.  Do you think he would take you over?"

"No, but the problem is he is duty bound to protect the others.  There is
nothing to stop either him or Melissa from waking up their friends even if they
didn't take me over.  And Melissa had spent almost her whole life with her
insane friends.  I'm pretty sure she'd choose them over me."

"But would he do the same for his friends?"

"The question with him is whether he would choose me over his duty...  Wait a
sec.  Maybe I've been looking at this the wrong way.  The problem isn't that
they wouldn't trust me, they just don't trust each other.  Yeah.  That's it!"

It took the entire night to work out the details, and by the time everything was
ready to go, Penny and I were too tired to consider trying it until we had a
good night's sleep.

Penny had talked me out of waking the twins by reminding me I didn't know if
they were more loyal to Gladius or to me.  It hurt to admit it, but she was
right, and so the twins stayed asleep.

I hated doing it, but because I couldn't trust the telepathic suppressant drug
to prevent Melissa from using her power, I had to place a single twin, a loony,
and a cabal member in each cell around the Inquisitor's and Melissa's shared
one.  I knew each set of twins would be very desperate and stressed out when
they awoke without their twin in the same room, but I couldn't take the chance
that Melissa or the Inquisitor would try and force me to reveal myself by
preventing the slaves from feeding the sleepers.  With only twenty twins, that
still left a lot cells without a designated feeder, but they were all furthest
out and would be the hardest to reach with all the minds between them and the
two prisoners.

So after making sure everyone but the feeders were securely tied down to prevent
any possible attempt to harm the girls, we came to the really dangerous part.
Waking up all twenty twins and my two friends all at the same time while hiding
my presence from them wasn't that complicated, but a lot of different things
could go wrong.

Everyone except me was sealed inside a cell when I pressed the button and
watched the monitors.  As the oxygen rich air revived them, I worried that one
of them would wake up faster than the other and take them over.

That didn't happen, however.  The moment Inquisitor was awake enough to realize
where he was, raised his mental barriers and began probing for anyone outside a
cell to let him out.  He didn't even open his eyes until Melissa started moving
around, and then they quickly took separate corners, both quite capable of
defending themselves.

Luckily neither of them had any intention of attacking the other, and after
spending a half a day carefully watching the other, they began to talk, and
little by little they started to trust each other.

Three days went by before the Inquisitor finally accepted Melissa's offer to
have sex.  I would have lasted maybe six hours at that dosage of fuck drug in my
system for the first time, but the Inquisitor was a very strong man, both
physically and in the will department.

God, I was so bored.  Once they started fucking that's all they did for another
full day, even though I had switched off the fuck drug the moment his cock was
inside her cunt.

I had planned to give them a day and a night together without the fuck drug in
their systems before opening the door and explaining why I had done that to
them.  I nearly cut that short by several hours when I realized he had talked
her into letting him try her ass.

As I watched him enter the realm that had previously been exclusively mine own,
I felt this sinking feeling that I was losing the special bond Melissa and I had
formed.  I had been her cell mate, but now I wasn't unique in that respect.  And
even though I was watching them on a four inch black and white monitor without
any sound, I knew every gasp, every grunt, every sensation they were
experiencing as if I was there in the room.

When the time came, I hit the remote open button on their cell, then left my
little den to go meet them.  By the time I had found them, they had already let
all of the twins out, and I nearly got blasted by their empathic punch when I
startled them with my hello.

Once I explained what had happened and why I had gone through the great lengths
to get them to trust each other, I was relieved to find both of them agreeable
to making their two sides leave each other alone and let the innocent victims
alone.  Surprisingly, the Inquisitor was the one who protested my condition of
releasing those people, but his reasons were based on the fact that they were
basically the payment for my rescue.

I pointed out that I hadn't been the one to make the deal, and I hadn't actually
needed to be rescued at all.  But everyone here owed me their freedom since I
could have easily take over every single person here with either the drug or my
telepathy. And besides, I had saved them from Gordon, a Cabal member.  That made
this an official Cabal matter, and not just some side deal with some of the
members.

So he found that to be a justified reason, and while Melissa didn't need one, I
gave her a reason too.  She had already altered the little girl she had
befriended to follow in her footsteps, and had even taken the first steps of
making the girl want to have sex.  She nearly cried when I pointed out how she
was doing the same thing that the men had tried to do to her.  But after getting
herself pulled back together, she promised she wouldn't ever enslave another
again.

The process of waking people up then restoring their sanity and personalities
was left in their capable hands.  Once my mom and dad were back on their feet, I
waited in the cell with the three sleepers, Joey, Suzi, and Michael.

Even though everything had worked out for the best, I was feeling a bit down.  I
really was missing them both, and I spent two days talking to them, giving them
massages, bathing them, and taking care of their bodies before Gladius finally
entered the cell with his twin escorts to instruct me on what I needed to know.

He didn't say anything after the wall shut and had the three sleepers ears
firmly under his control.  I knew I probably wouldn't like the agreement I would
have to make with him, but I had no intention of letting him take them back to
his estate in Central America and doing who knows what to them before shipping
them back to me.

"Are all the twins over their separation sickness?" I asked, trying to start the
topic on something neutral.

"Yes, some more than others.  I'm sorry to say your twins have broken their
conditioning and are becoming individuals, and have managed to do the same with
their blood sisters as well."

"Why do you say it like that's a bad thing?" I asked, glancing up from Suzi's
face to his.

"Just because you have been conditioned to never reveal anything about the
abilities the twins have doesn't mean I have to tell you everything.  However,
since the girls insist you have the right to know the limits of what you can do
verses what they can do, I will tell you that and a few more things.

"You are not unique in being an male empath.  There are many empaths in the
world, most not even knowing that they are, or guessing what they can do.  The
girls are not even all that powerful by themselves.  But by working with another
empath, their powers more than double, and the more they think alike, the
greater their power.

"The moment they broke their conditioning to remain identical in every way, they
started to lose their combined abilities.  You and _that girl_ beside you
accelerated this, mostly by _her_ prompting them to have a lesbian love sessions
with her and each other after you disappeared.  I have been able to salvage the
younger two, but not your 'sisters'."

"Well, I for one am glad to hear it," I said.  "They were never really
identical, you know.  I could tell the difference between the moment I met them.
I'm glad Suzi talked them..."

I paused, feeling my loneliness for her and Joey's company swell.

"How do I wake them," I said softly.

"You've seen Sleeping Beauty, haven't you boy?  That would be the easiest way
for you anyway.  Just find someone who loves them and have them kiss them.  The
emotions will do the rest."

"That's all?" I said, surprised he didn't try to make me offer anything for the
information.

"Not quite.  That's just the beginning.  They will wake up, but they probably
will not remember anything about themselves or anyone else right away.  And even
when they do regain their memories, they will not feel like themselves for some
time.  You have erased their emotions from their persons, boy.  Their memories
will help regrow new ones, but they will be very dependant on their loved ones
to restore their emotional balance to something like it was before.  But don't
expect them to end up exactly like they were.  Their emotions will inevitably
grow back a little different, so your job is to make sure that difference is
minimal."

I looked up at him again, and said, "Thank you," and I could see he knew I meant
it.

"Tim, you saved me from those lunatics and Gordie's brainwashing, and for that I
have given up my claim to any retribution you or your parents owed me for
helping them save you.  But when you spared my girls from the same fate...  They
are my life's work, and for that I will give you the information you need to
revive your friends.

"There is one last bit of information I must be sure you understand.  You, as a
male, are stronger by yourself than any lone untrained female.  But you lack
control of your emotions, and that is the reason you must not attempt to try
your empathic powers without the guidance of the twins.  This also why I do not
raise male empaths to sell.  They are too difficult to condition, and they lose
control all too easily.

"And now a warning. Do not judge your abilities by Joy's and Honey's.  The
moment you gave them names they lost their full potential, and they now couldn't
stand a chance against any of their sisters.  If I suspect you are attempting to
use your empathic abilities against me or my girls, you will be brought to me as
a mindless slave and spend the rest of your life as a test subject for the young
ones to learn how to program.  Good bye, Timothy Jasper Brandton.  I hope to
never see you again."

I didn't give a response since he expected none, and didn't move until the wall
shut again when he left.

"Fuck you too," I said softly.

But then I instantly forgot all about his threat and the cold feeling it had
given me.  My excitement grew as I began considering which one to wake first,
then realized it would be better to wait until we got home to try.

Penny's mom and dad were transported from one of the other two estates their
family owned, and I was relieved to find that Steven had only subconsciously
altered them like he had done to Penny.  They had actually been very worried
about Steven and Penny, and didn't waste anytime to begin planning a new future
for their family once I had undone their programming and then created a few new
ones.

Steven.  What happened to Steven.  Well, once he had been stabilized from the
shooting, he had been taken to the nearest hospital and had remained there until
everything had been straightened out.  His entire family had been reprogrammed
to continue their research, but in the goals of reversing the insanity of their
victims and others like them.

Melissa and her friends weren't all that happy with the arrangement at first,
but after a few hopeless cases were transferred from a few hospitals out of
state, they relished the idea of having new minds to explore, and were actually
able to help a few of them.  Okay, so they helped a lot of them.  But I don't
think any of the people they helped were ever restored to a completely normal
state of mind.  No one could say for sure if it was because they couldn't or
wouldn't.

While waiting for everything to get straightened out, my mom and I decided it
would be best to stay with my dad until school started, mostly because the twins
and I would be very busy with wiping Joey's parents, Jerry, and Dana while at
the same time giving Joey the love he would needed to regrow the emotions he had
lost.

Suzi, Jerry, and Dana had their parents to provide the guidance and love they
needed. David and Michael.. well, their parents were not that great at loving
their kids, and after spending a few hours with them, Penny and I agreed that
Penny would be the best candidate for the job, and sadly their parents didn't
argue with us at all.

I felt confident I could provide all the love and support Joey needed, and then
once he was back to normal, he, my mom and I could do the same for his mom and
dad.  So once all that was figured out, it was just a matter of getting things
wrapped up and heading home.

A few days after Gladius told me how to awaken them, the twins and I wiped
David. After sleeping off the exhaustion with the twins, I found Penny, Michael,
and David had left with her parents to live and work at their new home in
Alabama.  I hadn't said goodbye to Penny before we had started on David, and I
was even more depressed when I found the Inquisitor had left to correct a rogue
voice without a goodbye either.

Melissa, however, I did get to say goodbye to, and spent a whole day with her
doing it.  After showering the urine off our bodies from our wet sex, we spent
the night together in a bed giving each other our love, actually not fucking
until the next morning after we made a little deal.

Once I had shown her how to form two-ways and share bodies with another person,
we switched bodies for a while, and I got fucked in my cunt and ass for the
first time.  I hadn't ever actually experienced it like that before, but I had
enjoyed it enough to know I wanted to swap bodies with a woman again once I got
home and had the time to play.

Anyway, after she shot her load into my ass for the second time, she said she
had enough and we swapped back again.  Then came her part of the deal.  She
showed me how to construct the fake personalities, and constantly helped me
improve it the rest of the time I was there.  Even though I could never fool her
with it, I did get good enough to fool my mom and dad.  Well, unless they did a
really intensive scan, but then they were looking for instances in my fake
personality's memories that were missing, something a stranger wouldn't be able
to do.

I ended up waiting a whole week before we finally landed at the airport nearest
to the North Mansion.  My mom had told Suzi's parents everything shortly after I
and Joey had turned up missing, so they met us at the airport, and as painful as
it was for me, I agreed to their request to wake her up then let them take her
home straight from the parking lot.

I remote controlled her into their car, really spooking her mom when she found
out I and not Suzi was controlling her body.  I guess I couldn't blame them for
it, but after I gave Suzi the most heart felt kiss I could, I was asked to step
out and then watched them drive away with her just as she had started to open
her eyes.

I felt better, however, when I stepped through the front door of the North
mansion.  I got a big shock when my dad flipped the calendar and I found out
that it was already well into the first week of August.  I had been gone for
over three months, yet only really had memories for half of those days.

Both Penny and Dana were five months pregnant, and even though Penny was
carrying twins, Dana appeared larger because of her smaller body size.  I have
to admit that Penny's grandfather did know his stuff when he had selected the
three generations before her.  Penny was sixteen just like Dana and Suzi, but
her body was far more ready to have a child than either of the other two.  Penny
quite simply had been bred to not only be a docile sex slave, but also to have
as many children as she could fit into her life time.

(So far she hasn't failed him there.  In the ten years following, Penny has had
a total of seven children, two which were David's, two which were Michael's, and
the rest...  Well, they stopped keeping track when Michael evened up the score.
As far as they are concerned, they are all theirs, and I once heard Penny say
she'll stop when she beats her aunt's record of twenty three.  Shit.  Twenty
four?  I can barely keep my sanity with two baby girls, one which lives half-way
around the world from me.  It's no wonder Michael's oldest got in trouble having
sex with his two older half sisters.  Besides changing diapers, that's all they
do around there.)

Because of her pregnancy, Dana was made priority, and after trying to get it to
work without penetration and failing, we rigged up a kind of support harness for
me so I could mount her from above without putting undo pressure on her abdomen.

I stupidly insisted that we tell both Dana's and Jerry's parents the truth about
it all, and nearly had to alter their perspectives when they were strongly
considering taking it to the police or someone thinking we were perverts and had
been the ones who had kidnapped them.  But after spending a whole afternoon
telling them and showing them everything I felt they could withstand, they
finally accepted the truth.

Unfortunately, Dana's father insisted on being there to witness the wiping.  Do
you have any idea the kind of emotion a father goes through seeing his pregnant
little girl with sexual explicit tattoos covering her nude body get ready to be
fucked by a boy he had only met three days ago?  I couldn't even get it up until
he was in the other wing of the mansion.

Even though Dana was a friend, pregnant, and a victim, I did take a few minutes
to enjoy experiencing fucking a pregnant girl before letting the empathic link
form with the twins and Dana.  It bothers me how much I enjoyed it.  Of course
the fact that she did everything she could to keep me saying "Okay, just five
more minutes," to the twins didn't help one bit.

God, did she know to tease my rose too.  Her fingers were constantly reaching
down to just barely touch my asshole as I fucked her, and when she all of a
sudden hooked my ass with her finger, I didn't resist her in the slightest as
she swung me around on my harness and proceeded to suck me off to my second
orgasm and fucking my ass with her finger.

But when she pulled her finger out and made like she was going to taste it, I
nearly retched from the grossness and quickly swung back around to form the
empathic link before she could get it to her mouth.  And as the emotions started
flooding out my vision, I caught sight of her hands stopping and rising up to my
breasts, just like mine had done for the twins so many times.

The girls and I found that Dana's emotional plane was very different than that
of any of the others, and without much effort the twins cleared it all away
without my help.  Well, I didn't have to do any of the wiping, but I guess I did
help.  I was... the interface.  Without my dong in her, er, wong?  uhm, anyway,
without me, the twins wouldn't have been able to do anything.

(The theory guys.. Oh, sorry Lindsey..  The theory _people_ believe it has to do
with the stimulation of the pleasure senses increasing the emotional responses,
which apparently decreases the threshold level for each of the individual
emotions.)

(Yeah, that's exactly what I said when they told it to me the first time.
("Huh?") But I later traced the symbols that they talked about, and it looks
like it does have something to do with it.  I still haven't a clue about how
empathy works in relationship to the symbols, but at least it gives the theory
people something to ponder on between assignments.)

After the twins had passed out, I was happy to find myself only slightly tired,
and after remote controlling Dana's body into the shower, I kind of... borrowed
her body to see what it was like to be a freshly fucked pregnant woman.

Highly overrated is all I have to say.  I mean, besides having the bulge of a
kid inside me, my chemistry was all screwy, the legs didn't fit up to my ass
right, and if I ever have to resist running down to the kitchen to eat God knows
what, it will be way too soon.

But just to be fair, feeling that little monster kick was kind of neat.

Anyway, once I finished showering and examined my tits in the mirror real good,
I got dressed.  Good thing Joey and I practiced the bra thing with Julie,
Sheryl, and Dawn enough to do it in the dark.  Of course putting it on is a
little different than taking it off, especially when you're putting it on your
own boobs.  But I got it to work somehow and resisted practicing it a few times
more.

By the time I was back in my own body, it had been nearly two hours since her
dad had left.  Jerry actually was able to control his desire to fuck her long
enough to kiss her with the sloppiest but heart felt kiss I had seen him do.

As soon as Jerry finished his kiss, I had to take control of his body a few
moments to prevent him from pulling her clothes off and raping her like the
animal they had been the past five months.  But when she opened her eyes and
called his name, I let him go and called her mom and dad in to the room.

"Dana, do you remember me?" I asked gently after she gave her parents hugs and
kisses.

"I remember you Tim.  I remember everything.  Even the bad stuff," she said
looking back at Jerry.

"Jerry sorry," he said softly.

"No, you never did anything bad," she said.  "I was meaning...  Tim, can't you
help him now?  I feel like I'm lost without him being normal.  We've been
through so much together," she said, more to her parents than to me.

"Oh, honey," her mom said sitting down on the bed next to her after kissing her
on the top of her head.

"I'm sorry, Dana.  This stuff takes a lot out of the twins, and I can't do it by
myself.  Especially not to another guy. (momentary flash of a homosexual wiping)
Er, uhm... Yeah. Have to have the twins.  But you were pretty easy compared to
Suzi or Joey so they might wake up before tomorrow and then they can help Jerry
after getting something to eat.  He should be even easier to do."

Her parents and Dana asked exactly what the twins and I had done, surprisingly
getting into the sexual details of it without anyone really getting
uncomfortable about it.  Jerry didn't comment, and I could feel him really
starting to get edgy being so close to his woman without being able to fuck.

Jerry's parents came to Dana's room and asked if they could come in, so I left
the six of them alone to talk, but warned them before leaving that even though
Jerry seemed to be handling it well, he shouldn't be trusted and definitely not
be left alone with her.

My heart was racing as I entered Joey's room.  I was going to wake him now that
Dana had been restored and I wouldn't be needed until Joey was ready enough to
help with his mom and dad.

He looked kind of strange with the roots of his hair blonde and the top three
fourths black.  I climbed on the bed next to him, and had to pause a moment to
calm myself down before attempting to position my mouth over his.

The kiss I gave him was as loving and heartfelt as the one I gave Suzi, yet once
I broke the kiss, I began worrying when nothing happened.

I must have sat there for at least five minutes before deciding to try it again,
but when I tried to press my lips against his, his hand came up and brushed me
away.

"Thank God," I said, probing his mind and finding activity.  "Joey, can you hear
me?  Open your eyes, please?"

Very sluggishly his eyes opened, and I was disappointed to find them empty. Just
as Gladius said, he didn't know anything about who he or I was, and barely
understood what was said to him.

I talked to him for several hours, finding once in a while he seemed to
understand what I was saying was important, and he even turned his head to look
at me when I kissed his hand one more time.

A maid brought a cart of food up for dinner, and I slowly fed him his dinner
while once in a while getting a mouth full for myself.  The longer I spent with
him, the more animated he became, and by the time it was time to go to bed, Joey
was actually looking around noticing his surroundings a little.

I was pretty tired, and even though Joey had been asleep for the past two weeks,
he was looking drowsy himself.  So I stripped and got into bed with him, pulling
him up against me so I could hold him like I had been doing every night.  And
just like every night, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and was startled when
moments later, he gave me one.

I saw something familiar in his eyes when I looked back at him.  And there was
no hesitation on my part to kiss him on the lips, shedding tears when I felt him
respond.

I was so lost in those tears that it took several minutes to realize his lips
had stopped and he had in fact fallen asleep.  But I wasn't the least bit
disappointed.  After feeling for Suzi's mind and finally locking on to it, I
found she had started to remember herself and a few other things, two of them
being the names Tim and Joey.

Joey and I were awakened by the old familiar feelings of the twins lips on our
dicks.  It didn't occur to me until later that perhaps Joey's first pleasurable
sensation shouldn't have been sexual.  But at the time when he made his
trademark shivers and shakes, I thought it was the most beautiful thing the
twins could have done.

The morning was filled with his new discoveries.  Like finding he had a hand and
that he could reach out and grasp something.  Of course the first thing he
grasped was my hair, but after finally getting tired of it, I grabbed his hair
and showed him what it felt like.

To my surprise, that made him cry like a little child.  I instantly regretted it
and started comforting him.  After I had given my little Joey a kiss on the
head, he suddenly remembered what a kiss was and grabbed my hair again to pull
my cheek over to his lips.

Twenty kisses later, Joey forgot about me when he found his dick was feeling
really good again.  Twice he tried to grab it and pull it up to his lips to
kiss, but after he cried out in pain the second time, I stopped him and
demonstrated the old jerking skill using my hand on his dick.

As you may guess, that let to him returning the favor, but then quickly tried
pulling it up to his mouth for a kiss.  After he tried it the third time, I
sighed and moved into a sixty nine position, only for him to kiss it once then
tug on it to put it back where he found it.

When I gave his a kiss on the head, he froze, then pushed his hips upwards
searching for the feeling he remembered from when he had woken up that morning.
I was tempted, but I didn't provide the sensation he was after and started
talking to him about his dick instead.

When I found myself needing to take a leak, I check with his bladder and found
it was a little full as well.  That was a bit of a challenge.  After he wobbled
on his feet for the first few steps, he suddenly wanted to explore the world.
Somehow I managed to start him exploring the bathroom, and after realizing there
was no way I'd get him to pee into the toilet, I guided us to the shower and
started peeing on the far wall.

When Joey's warm urine splashed directly on my foot, I suddenly felt playful and
horny at the same time.  I got the first laugh out of him as we fought a very
fast battle with our yellow water swords, then showed him the wonder of the
faucet. Of course he immediately turned off the hot water and we both howled
when the cold water hit.

We always could have fun in the shower.  After trying to play keep away with the
soap, we reexplored the intimacy of lathering each other up, somehow managing to
avoid getting turned on by all the physical contact.

While I bent down to get the soap again, he playfully slid his hand between my
ass cheeks, then after I had shuddered, I stood back up finding him suddenly
very reserved.

I could feel him struggling with something, something that wasn't pleasant.  I
held my breath as he suddenly took a hold of my ass and spread my cheeks apart,
looking at my ass hole like it was saying something to him.

I felt something very un-Joey like pass through him, and when I felt his breath
on my rose I jerked myself away standing up saying, "No, Joey.  That's not
something you do."

"Joey," he simply stated.

"Yes.  Your name is Joey.  My name is Tim."

"Timmy.  Joey.  Sss.  Sss."

"Suzi"

"Suzi!  Timmy!  Joey!" he said getting excited.

But then he stopped and I felt a coldness pass through him.

"Sss..  Ss.  Sta.. Steeven.."

"Shit," I muttered.  "Steven was a bad man.  You don't have to remember him.
Remember, Timmy?  Suzi?  Joey?"

"Suzi!  Joey!  Suzi!  Timmy!"

We danced around the room naked screaming our names and Suzi's like a couple of
kids having a sugar rush.  And when we had an unexpected but extremely welcomed
visitor, the three of us were jumping up and down on the bed calling each
other's names out.

Suzi didn't even care that we were naked, so even though Suzi's mom watched us
jumping up and down joyously for a few minutes, I wasn't about to stop to get
some clothes on.

Joey was the first to quit jumping, having been going the longest and hardest.
Suzi and I both stopped the next jump, and as we caught our breath, I felt a
jump of emotion from Suzi.

"Timmy," she said straight to my face.

"Hi Suzi," I said with my eyes watering.

Suzi looked over to Joey and was about to say something but stopped and studied
him.  When I looked at him as well, I found him frowning and staring at nothing
directly in front of him as he slowly pounded his meat.

I peeked in his head, finding him getting flashes of what he had done to me and
Suzi while we were under his control.

"Joey, look at me," I said softly.

The moment his eyes locked on to mine, I easily brushed his discomforts away and
shared the love I was feeling.

I felt Suzi growing restless, so I canceled the empathic link and formed a three
way.

The moment they felt me and each other, they both gasped, and a few seconds
later we were hugging and I was crying.

We had a wonderful time feeling each other's bodies from the inside, reexploring
the joy of being of one mind and three bodies.  I thought they were well on
their way to recovering their old selves, especially since they both knew who I
was and each other by name.

But ten minutes after closing the three way to eat lunch, I first noticed Joey,
and then Suzi having moments of flashbacks from the time with Steven.  I never
actually finished my lunch, for halfway through it I felt Suzi's fear for both
Joey and me over come her.

Suzi's parents immediately took her back home, and for the second time, I
watched them drive her away in their car.  Joey was also having periods of
intense emotions, and after another hour or so, my mom had to stay with him
instead of me.

I was miserable.  Not only had I failed to help Joey through his time of need, I
realized my physical appearance might have reminded them both of their time with
Steven prematurely.  My dad told me that was nonsense, and that they had just
begun to remember things, naturally starting with the most recent and most
traumatic stuff first.

My dad also said that just the fact that they remembered my name before any of
their memories started to come back was a good sign that they would be okay.
That made me feel a little better.

But after two days of hearing Joey's wails and my mom's voice trying to calm him
down, my fears about Joey never returning to normal were doubled.  I couldn't
even get near his room without him going nuts because he could sense me.  Most
of the time he would just be scared, but a couple of times he got physically
violent, remembering some of the rage and hatred he had felt.

And from what Suzi's parents were telling us on the phone (I called them three
times a day), Suzi was going through pretty much the same thing except instead
of rage and hatred, she would try and seduce her father, and once even her
mother, having surges of intense sexual desire that both her parents admitted
they had almost given in to.

I was very glad to hear they had sent her brother to live with a few of his
friends from college.  It wasn't a secret that both he and Suzi had both
secretly desired the other at one time.  There was no way Jason would be able to
resist the things Suzi had tried on her dad, and just seeing what she did in her
dad's mind made me so horny and so depressed that I, well, I did something I
hadn't done in a long time.  I locked myself in the bathroom door and jerked
off... alone.


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII:  10th Grade, Summer 1987 
Part 9 - Fate and Luck
(mf, oral)

After spending way too much time in the bathroom the next day and a half, I
decided that I was wasting my time and figured I might as well be asleep while I
wasn't doing any good.  The twins felt how upset I was, and seemed to agree that
this would be a very good time to try Margaret.  I guess I was boiling over with
emotions, and they knew Margaret would be almost as hard as Joey had been.

They were right, too.  Without their sisters' help, it took two tries to wipe it
all out.  And I can't tell you how hard it was to actually mount Margaret the
first time.  She was Joey's mom, and even though she didn't look like the woman
I grew up with, it was very hard to keep erect before penetration.  I also
prayed that Joey would forgive me.  I had at one time sworn to him I'd never
fuck his mom.

When I woke up from the twenty hour nap I had taken after Margaret's second
wipe, I called Suzi's house and talked to her mom.  Suzi was starting to
remember things from before her brainwashing, but she still had pretty intense
emotional periods, and her mom gently told me I would have to wait a few more
days before they would risk allowing her to see me.

I finally put the phone in its cradle ten minutes after she had hung up.  I felt
stiff and numb, but once I started to move, I didn't waste any time going back
upstairs, dragging the twins out of bed and taking them to Tom's room.

Honey mounted Tom while I mounted Joy, and as soon as I felt the familiar
connections form, I insisted they let me do all the work.  Fuck, they had to let
me, for they wore themselves out just trying to keep my beam focused.

That's when we made the big discovery.  You see, empathic controls and
telepathic commands don't usually conflict with each other unless the telepathic
command produces intense emotions.  Steven had used my command in Joey's head as
a base to build the loyally to him and his family.  I could have wiped Joey,
then removed the command easily, but doing it the other way around had been
devastating to Joey, and had been very difficult to do in the first place.

But Tom...  He had sort of the opposite.  As I was blasting his mountains away,
I came across a mountain that was invulnerable to my beam.  After spending a few
minutes on it, I left it and finished blasting the rest away, then with a great
deal of difficulty, I tried to work on it again.

The twins and I finally had to give up, and after sleeping it off, I scanned his
distant memories to find the source of his impenetrable emotions.

I quickly traced it back to..

"Sarah.."

Tom had layers and layers of emotional memories piled up from after her death.
It took me several hours just to wade through it all, for they seemed to all
lead right back to another which I had already examined.  I literally kept going
around in circles, and finally I had to call an expert in.

My dad may not have the strongest ability, but he had long ago refined it to
such an extent that he could reorganize a person's memories without them knowing
it or it affecting them in the slightest.  Joey never even detected the hidden
slave within Penny's mind, and quite frankly I had missed a few of them myself.
I knew enough now to detect them if I looked for them, but most of the time I
wasn't looking.

Dad spent almost a half hour before finally finding the branch that lead to the
source.  I was actually learning a few things from him, and he seemed very
pleased to pass on anything I wanted to know about his old hobby.  So we weren't
really concentrating on what we were looking at, dad having gone off telling me
this really interesting story of this woman who had multiple personalities.
Shit, he never did finish that one.

Anyway, we were kind of both startled when the trace ended at the memory of Tom
identifying Sarah's raped and slightly mutilated body.  It was the fear left on
her face that had caused Tom's emotions to overwhelming him for years
afterwards.  I could understand why he had insisted on cremating her before any
of his family could see her.  It would have haunted me too.

Dad and I even felt a little sick from the image, but then my dad noticed
something and said, "Wait a minute.."

I sensed him sending out hundreds of probes that was focused on the memory
itself.  After another ten or so minutes, he finally announced, "Tim, this
memory..  It's not real."

"What?  Are you sure?  It doesn't feel...  Wait, I think...  I think I can see
what you mean.  You said when you move a memory from one part of the mind to
another, you always have to make sure all the other memories that point to it
are changed to point to its new location."

"Right.  But this memory doesn't have anything pointing to it, just away from
it.  Go get Margaret.  I want to use her memories to find what happened before
this one was planted in his."

Dad knows his stuff.  It took him less than two minutes to find the nearest
memory of something they had both experienced shortly before the time in
question.  And then all he had to do was follow the trail until..

"Hmm, whoever it was didn't really know what they were doing.  Right before the
planted memory was supposed to take place, the pointers are skewed.  But I
think..  That's it.  The real memory is here, but it's fragmented to hell. Looks
like they just scrambled the real memory figuring no one would find it anyway.
This will just take a minute."

I waited patiently, feeling his mind send probe after probe out, then finally
felt a few commands mixed in.  I didn't dare attempt to probe what he was doing,
for he had already told me that my probes interfered with his own because his
were incredibly sensitive.

"Okay.  You better take a look at this while I go get your mother."

"Is it that bad?" I asked as he got up.

"Look for yourself," he said going out the door.

As I began my own probing, I easily found the memory he had reconstructed. Shit,
I couldn't miss it.  It was like he had place a big lit up arrow pointing
directly to the spot where it began.

Dad had pieced enough of the memory together to figure out what had happened,
but hadn't actually reconstructed the entire memory.  It was more than enough,
however.

Tom had been met by a tall man and a college aged girl when he had entered the
police station.  He followed them back to a interrogation room without saying a
word, then sat there for at least fifteen minutes while the pair or probably
more like the man apparently planted the memory and then scrambled the real one.

Afterwards, Tom left believing he had identified his dead daughter and that
gruesome image had haunted him ever since.  The implanted memory was the source
of that impenetrable mountain, but before we could take it out, we needed to
figure out what to replace it with.

Strangely enough, I didn't realize what had to be the most important detail to
come out of finding that memory until my mom stated it after examining the
memory herself.

"If she is alive, how are we or they going to find her?"

"Who?" I said right before it hit me. "Sarah?  Oh!  She has to be alive, doesn't
she!  I gotta go tell Joey!"

"STOP!" my mother commanded verbally.  "I'm sorry Timmy, but he's not ready to
see you yet.  He's getting there, but he's not there yet."

"But..  If I can't go see Suzi, and I can't see Joey, what's there to do?  How
soon do you think it would be before I can see him?"

"At least another day, probably more.  Joey's just starting to remember me.  Oh,
honey.  Now don't go all gloomy again.  He's going to be fine, and so is Suzi. I
know!  How about you calling up that girl that gave you Midge?  You've been
through a lot the past couple of months.  You need to have some time to get back
to doing what you want a little instead of what you think you need to do.  Go
have some fun for a day or two, and hopefully when you get back, they'll be
ready to see you again."

And that's exactly what I did.  It took seven phone calls to reach someone to
give Holly a message.  She called me back that night and we talked for nearly
three hours long distance.  While Holly never actually said it out loud, she
dropped enough hints to let me know she was still interested in trying out my
trailer.

The next day was a Saturday, and I got up really early to load Midge up into her
matching blue and red striped trailer hitched to the back of my Formula.

It was nice to just get in the car and drive again.  I hadn't realized how much
I enjoyed driving my car until I had gone without it for a while.  Of course I'm
a people person, and with the drive going to be something like eight hours long,
I was starting to feel pretty bored and lonely after the first two.

I stopped at a rest area and took a leak, then as I was walking out, I ran right
into this chick who I instantly felt was in a panic.

After we made our apologies, I watched her looking around the side of the
building then she turned and saw I had seen her.

"Was there a really big guy with a moustache and a cowboy hat in there?" she
asked in a southern accent, thumbing the men's room.

"Nope.  But if you give me his name I'll find him for ya," I said.

"Oh, ah... Bert...  Bert...  Oh, what did he say his last name was...  Bert
somethin'" she said peering around the other side of the building, then
shielding her eyes from the sun as she scanned the rest of the area visually.

"Bert.  Well, I guess there couldn't be that many Berts around," I said, mostly
to myself.

I began building up energy for a pulse, then when it was ready, I let it go.

"Found him.  Whoops, found two.  Nope three.  Shit.  Bert must be more popular
than I thought.  Okay.  Which is it?  Bert Johnson, Lutz, or Ziegelmeyer?"

"Ziegelmeyer!" she said amazed.  "How'd you do that!"

"Just a trick I..  Uhm, I hate to tell you this, but he's already five miles up
the road."

"Shit!" she said, stomping her foot.  "He's taken off with my stuff!  The lyin'
son of a bitch!"

"Uhm, you want some help?" I asked her, seeing he was still within my range to
stop him, and it was on my way.

"Thanks, but how could help me?  He drives a big truck, and unless you got a
shot gun or know karate, he's break us both in half.  Shit!  I knew he'd pull
this!"

"Hey.  I think he's having some engine trouble, and I just saw one of those
state police cars go by.  I betcha the cop stops to help, and if we hurry, we
could make it before he leaves."

"Oh... Alright.  But I'm warning you to keep your hands to yourself.  I can take
care of myself if needs be."

"But I am grateful for the lift," she added with a smile when she saw the scowl
on my face.

I sighed and said, "Come on. We better hurry," then led her to my car which she
whistled at.

I grinned back when she said, "Okay, Bandit.  Let's go get that Smokey."

"If I wasn't pulling Midge, we could catch up with him really easy," I said as I
started the engine.  "But the trailer can only go about seventy before she
starts to bounce back and forth on her wheels."

"You sound as if you've tried it," she said just as I put it in forward gear.

"You're right," I said as I pulled out a little faster than you might expect a
car with a trailer attached should.

"What's your Daddy do?" she asked as we pulled out onto the highway.

"Er, business stuff, I guess.  He dabbles a lot, stocks, mergers, runs a private
financial firm, shit like that.  Why?"

"Oh, I just wondered.  You gonna follow in his foot steps?" she asked.

"I'm not sure.  Probably not in the way you're thinking.  I don't know what I
want to do yet."

"I know what you mean.  I'm still trying to figure that one out for myself.
Before my daddy died, I thought I wanted to be a singer.  But now that I've
tried it, I guess it was my daddy's dream, not mine.  Oh.  My name is Betty Ruth
Thompson, by the way."

"Tim Brandton," I replied.  "Hey, looks like we're in luck." I said nodding
towards the truck and cop car along the side of the road.

"Now how did you know he was having trouble?  Not nobody could have known that.
Nobody but God, that is.  But you're not God are you?" she asked.

It wasn't a serious question, and she didn't seem to care if I answered it at
all.  Betty Ruth believed deeply on the existence of luck, and when something
odd happened to her, she apparently didn't expect there to be an explanation.
She already had convinced herself that I hadn't known, and it was just
coincidence that it had happened like that.

"Hey! That's MY stuff!" she yelled to the cop through the window as I had pulled
onto the shoulder.  The car wasn't even at a full stop when she got out, then I
watched her ass as it hustled to get to the cop before Bert could.

I helped her convince the cop that he had her stuff, and after scanning Bert, I
decided to not give him a hard time about it since he had just got the truck
driving job after getting out of the state pen for grand theft auto.

After cleaning his act up for him, I waited patiently as Betty Ruth actually
tried to get him arrested for stealing her forty three dollars and her small bag
of belongings.  But Bert claimed he though she had gone off with another trucker
and didn't know she had left her stuff in his cab.  It was a lie, but the cop
couldn't tell for sure, and since Betty Ruth admitted she had gotten everything
back, he told her it was pretty much his word against hers.

She didn't waste anymore energy on it, figuring it was just the way her luck had
turned.  Betty Ruth really believed her life was controlled by her luck, and
that it would always take care of her no matter what she did.

As she walked back to the car with her bag over her shoulders, I could sense her
indecision about what to do next.

"I don't mean to impose on your kindness," she began, "but could you give me a
lift to the next town?  The officer said he could, but he's kind of a horses
ass, if you know what I mean.  He didn't even believe me when I told him Bert
knew I was goin' back down to Memphis and he was my ride."

"Actually, if you want, I can take you the whole way.  I'm going there myself to
have a little race with a friend of mine."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to trouble you," she said getting in.  "I mean, I tend to
blabber on a lot, and some people don't care for that much talk on a trip."

"Believe me when I say it's no trouble.  I think I'd go nuts driving for six
more hours by myself.  Besides, if I get tired of you, I'll just kick ya out of
the car," I said with a grin.  "You'd still be closer to your destination than
you were, if just a bit more dusty from your landing."

"Well, I'll try and keep the conversation interesting then," she said rolling up
the window as we pulled out.

"What are ya pulling back there?  It's not a horse trailer, and you're too young
and it's too small for a race car.  Let me guess first..  Uhm... Shit...  Okay I
give up. Oh wait.  It's a.. It's a..."

"Helicopter," I finally said.

"Bull shit," she said turning around in her seat to look back at the trailer
again.  "It's not big enough."

"No, really.  It's not a full size one, but it's a real helicopter.  It's only a
single seater, but it can fly into tighter places than a regular one can, and it
doesn't cost an arm and a leg to fuel."

"Say, that's kind of neat," she said, slapping my thigh.  "You got a nice car,
and a helicopter to boot.  I bet you're goin' down to see a girl as much as race
your helicopter too."

"Damn.  Yeah, I am," I said, honestly surprise.

"Lucky guess," she scoffed.  "I'm good at making lucky guesses," she said,
yawning.

"Uhm if you want to take a nap, that's cool.  As long as you don't sleep the
whole trip that is."

"Oh, but we haven't even begu hu hu hum..  Maybe I'll just take a quickie.  I
didn't get much sleep last night with that ape ogling me in the mirror all the
time."

After my eyes glanced into the mirror to see if I could see anything, I grinned
back at her when I saw she was teasing me.

She had such interesting dreams, I didn't bother waking her at ten like she had
asked me to.  I got a kick out of her dreaming of me picking her up in my
helicopter, and was kind of disappointed when this big muscle bound guy her age
suddenly replaced my image in the cockpit.  She was just starting to get turned
on by the copter pilot when she stirred slightly and she went into a deeper
sleep.

Betty Ruth's legs kept catching my attention as I drove.  Her tight fitting
shorts really made her ass and legs look hot, and while she wasn't a playboy
centerfold, she definitely had a nice body.

But other than having her spread her legs a part a little more, I was determined
to leave things lay and not attempt to start anything.  Betty Ruth wasn't the
least bit interested in me, and I didn't have to have sex with every girl I met
up with.  Not that I would refuse if she offered, but I knew that wouldn't
happen.

When I finally did wake her, she awoke with a shriek, then grinned at my
startled face.

"Sorry...  Uhm, you were sleeping so good I didn't wake you at ten.  I'm ready
for lunch.  Burger King okay with you?"

We got out to stretch our legs at the restaurant, and after we ate inside, I
opened the trailer up and showed her Midge.  She was very flattering, but she
hadn't been all that impressed.  As far as I could tell, Betty Ruth just didn't
get impressed by too many things.

She suddenly announced she needed to use the little girls room, and said I
probably could fill the tank up since she would probably be a while.  I didn't
question her motives, and didn't sense any deceit, so I spent a good ten minutes
at the gas station and ten more in the car before going back inside to look for
her.

"Holy shit," I said when I found her talking to the guy from her dream.  I
couldn't believe it.  I mean, he wasn't dressed the same, and he wasn't all that
big in the muscle department, but the face...  the face was exactly as she had
imagined it to be.

"Oh, Tim.  I want you to meet...  What's your name anyway?" she asked the guy.

"Kam's the name, flyin's my game," he said smoothly as he almost crushed my hand
as we shook.

"Flying?  What, airplanes?" I said, nursing my poor hand back into it's original
shape.

"Helicopters mostly," he said with energy.  "I'm on my way down to Memphis to
pick up my new bird."

"Really?" Betty Ruth said excitedly.  "Tim and I are going there too.  I bet you
need a lift, don't you," she offered.

"As a matter of fact, I am.  I've been waiting here for four hours for my
brother in law, but knowing him he's gone out drinkin' again and plum forgot
about takin' me.  Where's about in Memphis are you-all headin'?"

I closed my gaping mouth, then rolled my eyes up, letting Him know I didn't
think it was funny.  "It doesn't matter.  Come on.  We've got plenty of room...
Uhm, you better grab something to eat before we leave, though.  I don't plan on
making another stop until we're there."

"Well thank ya sweet thing," he said to Betty Ruth.  "I don't know what I'd done
if you hadn't come along to save me."

"You're welcome," I said under my breath.

Then I grinned as I made his really tight fitting jeans feel just a little
tighter in the crotch, and almost snickered when he kept taking a higher step
every few feet in an attempt to straighten his crotch out.

I wasn't the least bit surprised when Betty Ruth ended up getting in the back
seat with him.  After all, as far as she was concerned he was there because she
had wanted it, her luck having provided her with the man she had dreamed of.

I monitored both their thoughts while I drove, and after an hour or so of
talking about everything under the sun, Betty Ruth decided to make the first
move.

The instant he felt her hand on his thigh, he suddenly awoke to realize she had
the hots for him.  Up until that moment, he had simply been his normal friendly
flirty self.  But that was all over now.

I kept my eyes on the road knowing he was glancing back and forth from the rear
view mirror and slipping his hand up her own thigh.  I figured if they wanted to
have some fun in my car while I drove them to their destination, the least they
could do is let me watch.

So I said, "If you two are going to fuck, would you mind taking your shoes off
first?  The last time I did that in the back seat, I got shoe marks all over the
armrests, and then she almost broke the window when I came in her ass."

I felt both eyes looking at me in the mirror, but I didn't bother looking back
at them.

"Come on.  I'm paying for the gas and doing the driving.  You can at least give
me the satisfaction of listening to you moan and shit.  It's not like I can just
climb back there and get into it with ya.  Someone has to do the driving."

"Shit.  Just warn us if you pass any coppers.  Around here, they like to give
tickets for this kind of shit," Kam said as he slipped his hand against her
crotch.

As he had expected, her hand immediately moved to his bulging crotch, and after
a good ten minutes of listening to each others breathing get faster and deeper,
Betty Ruth finally opened his jeans and started jerking him off.

"Ah, yeah.  That feels good.." Kam muttered.  "Here, let me..."

"Oh!  Mmmm.." was her only reply

"You really know how to make that feel good," Kam said softly.

"So do you," she said.

"I know how to make it feel even better though," he said, finally sliding down
to the floor.

"Oh..  Ohh.. OHH!!  MMmmmm..  You got a wicked tongue."

I listened to her gasps and even peeked a few glances through the mirror at her
dazed expression while his slurps became noisier and longer.  Eventually, he got
tired of being cramped on the floor, so Betty Ruth put her back against the wall
of the car with her legs spread open while he crouched between them and
continued his slurping.

Kam impressed me.  His tongue had more moves than a conman at a fake charity
ball, but the most amazing thing about him was his endurance.  He spent over an
hour between her legs, and the only reason he stopped was because he had driven
Betty Ruth nuts for his cock.  Of course that was the intent, and he wasn't at
all surprised when Betty Ruth started tugging his shirt over his head.

I know the image of clothes being flung into the air after freshly being removed
is not something new to you.  But I swear they just started tossing item after
item after item one after another into the front seat, and there was no way
anyone could get undress that fast without ripping some of them.

I caught the moment they first move their mouths over each others, then had to
take my own cock out watching them seemingly eat their faces.

The rising of his ass in the mirror caught my eye, and I quickly linked to
experience his cock's penetration.  God she was wet.  He had really done a
number on her.  She was so hot to trot that she kept trying to hump him faster
whenever he was pulling out.

But Kam put a stop to that by laying on top of her until her struggles stopped,
then slowly humped her until she did it again.

Kam thought of sex as more of an art form than just physical pleasure, and he
had never had a shortage of women to practice his art.  After getting his fill
of just having sex with girls,  and then quickly tiring with the three sexual
relationships he had with his teachers in high school, Kam started looking for
something to make it better, more pleasurable, more rewarding.

So during his senior year in high school, he started experimenting with the
girls who threw themselves at him.  He tried anal sex, he tried a little
bondage, and he even went as far as trying it with a guy once.  But his heart
wasn't really interested in anything else but licking and fucking pussy, while
also having this really big thing for the sight of his cum on a girl's chest and
mouth.

I grew tired of his slow humps, finding it all too like the ones the twins
enjoy.  I actually forgot all about them, and it wasn't until I saw the sign
saying West Memphis I realized they hadn't even cum yet.

"Hey, Kam.  If you're going to do it man, you better get a move on.  We're in
West Memphis now."

The only reply was a nicely formed moan from Betty Ruth after she awoke from his
sudden acceleration.

That moan was followed by another one, then another one louder and longer than
the others.  Kam started to really pound into her, and I started to feel the car
shifting with his lurches, and then was startled by his growl.

She moaned and gasped as Kam's body slammed into hers, and I could feel every
hump through the steering wheel.  He drove her to the point of screaming his
name as he growled between taking sloppy mouthfuls of her breasts.

As his lurches actually started to hamper my steering, I pulled over and watched
him lift her off the seat with each thrust.  They both were screaming between
lurches, and then suddenly Kam pull it out and spurted his huge load all over
her face and tits.

Betty Ruth just laid there as the white seed was sprayed on, having been knocked
senseless by her orgasm, and perhaps from the numerous blows the roof gave her
head.

After Kam's cock finally finished its hosing, he sat back and looked at her for
a few minutes.  After wiping a little cum over a bare spot on her neck, he
cocked his head while sucking the small amount off his finger like a chef
finishing his cake.

He suddenly noticed we weren't moving, and when he looked over at me, he saw I
was studying his work like I understood.

"I don't think I've ever seen a woman looking so.... fucked before," I finally
concluded.

He gave me the most enchanting smile before saying, "Thanks, buddy.  I aim to
please.  I don't suppose you have a..." he said as the towel hit him in the
face.

I pulled back on the highway and listened to him chattering away as he cleaned
her up and got her to put her clothes back on.

Neither of them even noticed I had taken them to their destinations without them
every having told me where to go.  Kam finally asked what I was hauling, and
naturally had to check Midge out.  At least he was impressed, and coming from
him, that meant a lot.  But I still couldn't help making his hand feel like it
had been squeezed to a pulp when we shook before parting company.

Betty Ruth was back to her old chatty self by the time we left Kam at his hotel.
Well, not quite her old self.

"You know," she said, laying her hand on my thigh, "sometimes I forget to say
thanks when something lucky happens to me."

"You're welcome," I said, as I stopped her hand from sliding up my thigh.  "I'd
rather hear you sing than feel your hand on my prick."

"That's sweet, but you see, I had a dream earlier that told me what I have to do
for luck.  I thought it was supposed to be Kam, but he didn't do what my dream
showed, and I recognized your little soldier when you had it out.  So, could you
raise the steering wheel?  I don't think my head will fit."

"Uhm, before you do, could you open the glove compartment and get that little
bottle out?  Thanks," I said taking it from her and unscrewing the top.

I downed the drink, figuring if she was going to give me a blow job, I was going
to make sure I would put out more than what Kam did.

"Okay," I said.

You know what they say.  Don't drink and drive.  Well, I should have considered
that. While my cum flooded down her throat and I humped her trapped mouth, I
guess I swerved a little too much, and just my luck, a cop noticed.

I had just come back to my senses when I noticed the blinking lights on the
motorbike which was quickly catching up.  And naturally he happened to be immune
to my mental redirection.

Talk about embarrassing.  Here I was, a telepathic empath, about to get caught
by a policeman with a woman's head stuck between my legs with my deflating dick
in her mouth.  If the members of the Cabal ever caught even a whiff of it, I'll
never live it down.

I pulled over, and as the cop dismounted his bike and walked up, I struggled
frantically to help Betty Ruth get her head unstuck.

"What the," the cop said pulling his glasses down and peering through the glass.

"Uhm, I can explain," I said, not knowing how the hell I could explain it as
being anything else but what it was.

"Yeah, right.  I'm going to have to write you a ticket for....  Betty Ruth?  Is
that you?"

"Sam?" she said as she finally pulled free.  "Sam Goldwin?  I can't believe it!"
she said excitedly.

"Oh brother," I said as she scrambled over me and leapt into his arms.

After several hot kisses, Sam grasped her by the cheeks and said, "Do you have
what I think you have on your breath?"

"Yes, Sam.  Just like when we first met," she said before they kissed even
harder.

"Uhm, kchkchhchmm," I said, clearing my throat, but failing to get their
attention.

"HEY!" I said five minute later.  "Can I go now?"

"I'll still have to write you a ticket," he said sternly.

"Let him go, Sam.  I would have never found you if it hadn't been for him.
Besides, he didn't have any choice.  You know my luck."

"All right.  You can go.  But next time I catch you switching lanes without
signaling first, I'll haul your ass in."

"Oh, Sam.  You sound so sexy when you're all official," Betty Ruth cooed.

"Oh, Sam.  You sound so sexy when you're thumb's up your ass," I said a minute
later after leaving them behind.

"Shit.  He couldn't have heard me," I said seeing his bike with his lights on
behind me.

"I forgot my bag," Betty Ruth said when she ran up to my window after I pulled
over again.  "Oh, and really.  Thanks."

"You're welcome," I said, watching her get on his bike and wave good bye. "And
not that you need it, but...  Good luck."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XII:  10th Grade, Summer 1987 
Part 10 - A Day of Fun with Holly Quinn
(mc, mf)

I'll never forget the excitement I felt driving down the country road with my
trailer hitched to my car.  I kept expecting Holly and Beany to pop out of
nowhere and buzz by me, knowing I was getting close to her parents' cottage.
The wind was gently blowing, making the late afternoon sun flicker through the
leaves in a never ending sea of moving light and shadows.

And then I spotted her.  That gorgeous silver creature of the air came out of
nowhere to cast its shadow over the hood of my car.  I had forgotten sexy she
was.  I mean Midge was my girl and wouldn't have it any other way, but Beany
was...  Well, you just never forget your first.

Beany led the rest of the way, and in five minutes I was pulling up the drive of
Holly's parents' winter home.  She was staying there to practice living on her
own before starting college in a few weeks, and we had it all to ourselves.

Or at least that's what I thought.  As Beany's pads made contact with the little
helicopter landing area by the house, I noticed another girl come out of the
house and shield her eyes looking out towards my approaching car.

As soon as I got the car and trailer parked, I got out and met Holly on the
other side of the drive.  After a really warm hug and a hot kiss, she said,
"Come on.  I want you to meet my best friend Tammy."

"Hello," I said to the stunning brunette.

"Hi ya," she replied.  "Holly's told me all about you.  That's all she been
talking about since she called you yesterday."

"Well, I didn't tell her _everything_," Holly said with a wink.  "Just the juicy
stuff.  Okay, now that you two have been introduced, let's get the two girls
back together.  I want to see what you've done to Midge."

Tammy came out with us, but it was very obvious she was bored to death as we
rolled Midge out.  Holly and I practically disassembled her in the shade of a
giant oak that hot Tennessee evening.  And by the time we had her back together
and sitting next to her sister, the light was gone.  We stood there admiring
them, ignoring how our skin and clothes were covered with grease and sweat.

"It's like something out of a dream," she said in a whisper.  "You don't know
how many times I've imagined having two of them parked next to each other like
this.  It's... beautiful."

"Yeah.  And they are two peas in a pod.  If that flood light wasn't on, I don't
think we could tell the difference between them in the dark.  Heh.  Beany looks
like she's looking at Midge the way the floodlights reflect on her headlamps."

"And Midge is looking away like she's too stuck up or something," Holly said
boldly.

"Hey!  She's not stuck up!  She's just a little upset to finally meet the one
who took her place.  You can't blame her from being a little jealous or mad or
something.  After all, she was stuck in a crate for twelve years, then had to
have her heart replaced after I don't know how many hours of surgery, and..."

"I was only kidding," she said in my ear.  "Come on.  I think they're getting
sleepy.  Let's go in."

"I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine," she added huskily when I didn't
immediately follow.

"What about Tammy?" I asked.

"Let her do her own back," Holly answered.  "I've had to pretend I didn't notice
her moaning when she was with a guy plenty of times.  You're my ticket for some
revenge."

"You're serious about having revenge on her, aren't you," I said as we stomped
up the steps to the house.

"I've been waiting nine months to do this again," she hissed.  "You don't know
the temptations I've suffered through knowing only you and the guy I marry can
make me feel that way.  But listening to her fuck every guy she met on the
street this whole summer...  Yes, God Damn it.  I want revenge.  Just promise me
you won't do her too."

"Fuck.  Er, I'll try, but if she throws herself at...  OKAY!" I said urgently
when she grabbed me by the nuts and squeezed.

"Feels like someone didn't wear any underwear again," she said coyly, fondling
my happy sack through my shorts.

"Shit.  I haven't worn underwear all summer.  Hell, I went so long without
wearing anything at all, these clothes really are starting to get to me."

"Looks like Tammy has gone off to bed," Holly said while we passed through he
living room.  "Come on.  Let's go use my parents' shower.  It's big enough for
two."

"And it just so happens it's right next to Tammy's room," I whispered as we
passed a closed door which I could feel Tammy was behind.

"Exactly," Holly said after shutting her parents' bedroom door behind us.

"Hi," I said when she turned around with the eyes of a predator.

"Shut up and fuck me," she answered, wrapping herself around my body and pushing
us to the floor.

"Uhm, what happened to I'll scrub your back, you scrub mine?" I said when we
came up for air.

"We're getting to that," she breathed before I felt her surge with lust and
returned to her oral pacification.

She was really getting me worked up, but as she started moving her lips down to
my chin and neck, she suddenly sat up and said, "Shit.  You taste like engine
shit.  Maybe we should take that shower now."

"Huh?!" I said before my brain switched back on.  "Oh.. Heh.  Yeah.  Sounds good
to me."

I followed her into the bathroom, and after she got the water warming up, we
embraced each other again for a not so quick kiss.

"You know," she gasped after we broke our kiss again and pulled each other's
shirts off.  "I think I like you being as tall as I am.  Last year your mouth
only reached my chin.  I like having your mouth where your nose used to be."

As I pressed my mouth to hers to reinforce her last statement, I slipped my
hands around her and in a single motion undid her bra strap.  The moment we came
back up for air, we both shucked our shorts and shoes, then got into the shower
without any further delay.

"Allow me," I said, taking the soap from her.  "There's a quicker way to make a
lather."

As my pubic hair got saturated with suds, she started running her hands up and
down her fit body trying to wash anything off she could.  Of course all that
really succeeded in doing was making me hornier than I already was, and she
shrieked when she suddenly found he bar of soap lathering up her own patch of
pubic hair.

Well, one thing led to another, and before we knew it, we dropped the soap as we
pressed our lathered bodies together, then sent our tongue deep into each others
mouths.  My growth surge last year had resulted in me matching her exact height,
and since our bodies were perfectly aligned with each others, it wasn't
surprising that I soon felt my cock pressing against her slit's entrance.

Holly felt it too, and I knew she was about to pull herself back and slip me
inside of her.

"I brought a box of rubbers with me this time," I said coyly between breaths.

"Fuckem.  I'm on the pill and don't need to worry about that for another two
weeks.  Fuck me, Tim.  Fuck your slut," she said before doing it for me.

"Shit," she gasped as her very tight puss stretched to accept my dick which had
grown as much as the rest of me.  "Shit, I forgot how much it hurts," she gasped
again as all of her lust was washed away by her discomfort.

I expected her to chicken out and make me pull out, but this was Holly we're
talking about.  Even without her will power pushing her to take me all the way
inside her, her stubbornness would have still made her do it.  And once our
lathered groins pressed against each other, she stood there grimacing until she
thought of something.

"Hey! You could at least do that thing with your hands so I have something to
distract me!" she said with venom.

"Shit, you're like a velvet glove.  I've got a better idea.  Er, wait.  Maybe
not.  Okay, I use my magic touch and.."

"What?!  Tell me what you were going to say," she whimpered and yelled.

"Oh, all right.  But it's addicting, so I don't think we should try it again
after this one time, okay?"

"Shit, are you into drugs or something?" she said, flinching as her insides
stretched a little further.

"No..  just this," I said, forming a two-way.

"Oh my...  Oh hoo ho ho.  Tim...  Oh ho hoho.  I think I love you again..  Shit,
if it just didn't hurt so much.."

I sighed, then realized there wasn't really any reason for me not to stop her
pain. This wasn't something everyone was supposed to go through, and I clearly
saw this wasn't anything like making someone go through the agony of my dick
stretching their asshole for the first time.

"How's that," I said after inserting the pain blocks.

"Oh.. Thanks.  I wish you had done that earlier," she said in a distant voice.

"Sorry.  Wow.  You're really enjoying just feeling both sides of it, aren't
you."

"Uh huh," she said even more distant before moving her cunt back a little and
moaning loudly.

"Hey.  Stop," I said as she started to hump.  "You're not done stretching.  I'll
have to unblock the pain or close the link if you can't just stand still."

She just moaned even louder and thrust herself to make me go even deeper, then
loudly protested when I forced her to dismount.

"Fuck me, you bastard.  You tease, you son of a cuntless bitch."

"Fuck, Holly.  I want to, but you nearly ripped a hole in your insides.  How
about just we just try something else for a while.  Maybe a little oral sex?  Or
a butt fuck?"

"You can do my butt, but I don't do the oral thing," she said, uncommitted.

The memory of Kam's earlier performance flashed through my mind, and I suddenly
wanted nothing else but to pleasure her pussy with my mouth and tongue.

"Didn't Justin ever eat you out?" I asked, teasing her hot twat from behind
while she rinsed the soap off her body.

"He wanted to, but I never let him.  Why do you guys always want to do that?
It's disgusting, and since we could fuck instead, it's just a waste of time as
far as I'm concerned.  MMmmm, you're going to make me want to fuck you again if
you don't stop," she warned.

"If I remember correctly, and I always do, you didn't think that invisible
tongue I used on it last time was disgusting," I said before I used my tongue to
tease her vaginal lips.

"That's because, <gasp> I know it isn't real.  God, how you do you do that.
HHMMmmmm!"

I had to pause a moment to grin, then pressed my lips up to her pussy as well as
my tongue.  The gasp she made was followed by a groan as my invisible dick
filled her ass, then she unconsciously pressed her crotch against my tongue's
stimulation.

"That's so.. That's so gross.." she stammered as the pleasure continued to fight
her displeasure.  "It's just so gross..  Gross..  Oh fuck that feels good.  But
it's still gross.." she insisted as she sat down on the floor for me.

Cunt licking was not something I had really taken all that much time to learn
more about.  I had always depended on my magic touch to give me the extra edge
when I ate a girl out, but now I was trying to do it without using that.  I even
tried the few things I had noticed Kam doing, and kicked myself for not copying
his cunt licking skills into my own head.  It would have been a great companion
to the twin's cock sucking skills, something which I hadn't really used.

After about ten minutes, my tongue was tuckered out, but it got a second wind
when Holly finally said, "Fuck it's so gross its fucking perverted.  Suck me
Tim!  Lick my cunt.  Now you're my slut!"

But as she continued to demand me to suck and lick her harder, I finally gave up
doing it the old fashioned way and formed a nice long invisible one to take
over.

The moment it reached her g-spot, Holly wrapped her legs around my head and
humped my face as she came.  I had learned a long time ago to try and go with
their humps when they did that, otherwise I would have a really sore neck the
next morning.

My chin brushed her rose during one of her humps, and I suddenly had the urge to
do something I had never willingly done before.  But the combination of her
actions and the stimulation from thinking about doing something so dirty, I
couldn't resist passing my tongue across her rose after her legs let go of my
head.

When my tongue reported that it hadn't detected anything foul, I tried it again
as my dick went stone hard.  After having done it unwillingly to Elsie, and
later was reexposed to Dana's own desire for that fetish, I guess I had been
thinking about it a little differently, and had turned it into a really dirty
fantasy of mine.

I had thoroughly cleaned Holly's ass when we were kissing and soaping each other
down. The thoroughness was due to it being within my reach and had been really
turning Holly on, not because I had planned anything of what I tried next.

Knowing I had done everything but fuck her ass with the bar of soap, I wasn't
really worried about tasting something nasty after that first lick.  Holly was
completely lost from the sensations of having her pussy licked out for the first
time, and now the same tongue was licking her ass hole.

I too was lost in my sea of lust while placing my tongue flat against her rose
and working it up and down as fast as I could.  Her gasps and thrusts didn't
distract me in the least, and even my extremely hard dick begging for release
didn't persuade me to move onto something else that it could play a part to.

And that's when I did it.  Something I never once considered myself ever being
horny enough to do.  When her rose relaxed under my tongues persuasion, I pushed
the tip of my tongue into her anal opening.

By that point, I didn't care what my taste buds reported as I repeated my probe
of her ass.  And after her ass loosened up even more on the fourth probe, I
began fucking it with my tongue, quickly wearing my over worked oral muscle out
and discontinued my first reaming of someone ass.

Holly relaxed a moment, then ordered, "Fuck my ass, slut!" which I didn't
hesitate to comply to.

Her ass was a little tighter than I remembered, but I was able to enter her
without causing too much pain.  And since she was still on her back, I moved
forward over her and she greeted my tongue with her own as I began to fuck.

We quickly had to stop our mouths combating for each other's tonsils to get the
proper amount of oxygen needed to continue our trip to fucking bliss.

Holly's mouth didn't rest, however.  Her cusses, moans and groan drove me higher
and higher into my fuck lust.  Hell, I don't even think I slowed down when I
came inside her ass the first time.  Her filthy mouth was going on about how
much she wanted my seed to make my fuck rod slide in and out of her even faster,
and after coming a second time, she demanded I fuck her right.

We both screamed in passion as my bulging cock filled her tight cunt.  The pain
blocks were still in place, and her arousal was close to its peak.  Holly rolled
us over so I was on my back, then she took over the pilot's seat.

I was in a haze of lust as she humped me harder and faster, her mouth open while
her drool dripped out in long gooey strands.  And as our orgasms started to
converge and we both started to moan at the top of our lungs, Holly
reexperienced the mind blowing orgasm she had had last year, but without any
help from me.

By the time my head cleared enough to realize the water had gone cold, my dick
had softened completely and easily fell out as I carefully moved Holly's
unconscious body off of mine.

I quickly dried us off and got her under the covers in the bed, then slipped on
my shirt and shorts and grabbed my keys, remembering I needed to grab some stuff
from the car before I went to sleep.

The sounds coming from Tammy's room told me not only had she heard everything,
but it had driven her to fuck herself with her fingers.  I was tempted to offer
my services to her, but I knew Holly would never forgive me if I did.

Once I had the stuff out of the cooler and into the fridge, I grabbed my bag and
headed for the master bedroom, stopping halfway down the hall when I noticed
Tammy's door was halfway open with a blue light coming from the room.

I glanced in as I walked quickly by, and collided noisily into the door when my
hand missed the knob.  After concentrating very hard just to open the door and
then close it behind me, it took all my will power to stay in that room and
climb into the bed beside Holly.

I fell asleep with difficulty, unable to get the image of Tammy's nude body
laying on the bed with her legs opened wide, faking to be asleep under the two
pulsing blue lights out of my mind.

I had a few weird dreams that night, the last one involving Tammy, Holly, and
Suzi all having fallen under the blue light's power and was begging me to lick
their asses.

Well, it was erotic and distasteful enough to wake me up.  Then after taking the
effort to make my hardon go down without using any commands or my hands, Holly
awoke and gave me a kiss that immediately made it stand at attention.

"Good morning to you too," I said before moving to kiss her neck.

"Mmmm..  I can't believe we didn't even make it out of the shower last night,"
she said as I moved my body down hers a little more.  "You were almost as good
as last year."

"Almost?!" I said looking up.  "Shit.  Don't tease me like that," I said
mirroring her grin.  "I'm still a bit in awe of what I did.  I had never done..
Well, you've had the honor of being the first ass this tongue ever fucked,
that's for sure.  Probably the last too."

"Do you think Tammy heard us last night," she said very pleased.

"You kidding?  Your neighbors probably heard us.  I'm surprised they didn't call
the cops on us for disturbing the peace.  And you will be happy to hear not only
did Tammy hear us, she ended up using her toothbrush traveling case on herself.
You should have seen her."

"You.. you watched her?  You were in her room?" Holly said disturbed.

"No, I'm only kidding," I grinned up at her.  "I did peek into her head once
when I heard her grunting, but I never entered her room, and I never saw her," I
lied.

"Good.  Just keep it that way, okay?" she said, trying to not sound as serious
as she meant it.

"Tell you what.  If I even as much as stare at her tits, you have my permission
to put your knee into my groin, okay?  But..  I wasn't going to tell you this.."

"What?" she said trying to sit up.

I got off of her, realizing the mood had been broken and there wasn't much
chance of getting it back before breakfast.

"Well, I did see her for just a split second.  I went out to get my stuff out of
the car, and when I came back she had her door open and her room was lit up with
these two glowing blue lights.  Uhm, she, uhm, sorta was naked with her, uhm...
are you okay?"

"I can't believe it.  She's doing it again!  She swore she had learned her...
OHHH! She pisses me OFF!" she said throwing the sheets off her just as I caught
a glimpse of her nostrils flaring sexily.

She was halfway to the door before I realized she was going to confront her just
like that.

"Uhm, Holly.  Don't you think you should.." I said as she flung the door and
marched out.

"Get dressed," I finished as she started yelling at her ex-best friend.

I got dressed before venturing out, and was surprised to find Tammy feeling
extremely confused and unhappy.

"Holly, something's wrong here.  She doesn't remember doing it," I said after
scanning her mind.

"What do you mean, she doesn't remember.  This is the exact same shit she pulled
when she stole Justin from me.  It's a good thing Justin turned out to be such a
prick, otherwise I would have never forgiven her.  But this...  I still can't
believe it!"

"Then don't.  I don't understand, Holly, but she doesn't remember doing it, and
I can't find any reason why."

"Holly..." Tammy blubbered.  "I swear.  I haven't even let myself think about
him.  I went to bed early with my clothes on, and I didn't wake up until you
came in screaming."

"Tim, is she tell me the truth?"

I opened a two way and let her experience the physical sensations of what my
empathic senses were producing.

Holly sat down next to Tammy and hesitantly patted her friend on the thigh,
finally realizing they both were naked.

"I'm sorry, Tam.  You know how I felt about what you did with Justin, and after
getting so excited about Tim coming here, I guess I thought...  Wait.  You said
you went to sleep with your clothes on.  Then how come.."

"I DON'T KNOW!" Tammy blurted out and proceeded to fall to pieces against
Holly's shoulder.

I left the room at that point, for I had felt how my presence disturbed Tammy
with her being nude like that.  I was continually scanning her mind, looking for
any trace of tampering or some kind of mental imbalance, while also puzzling
over how I hadn't detected her altered state when I had probed her while she
fucked herself with her fingers.

While I cooked breakfast, I finally gave up on my scans and just listened in on
their thoughts and conversation.  It was interesting to find Tammy having
moments of arousal when ever her eyes or skin made contact with Holly's.  Holly,
on the other had, wasn't aroused in the slightest, and Tammy's was so minute
that it never fully registered to her.

My own arousal did register with me, however, when the two girls gave each other
a kiss in friendship.  I had to tell my little buddy to settle himself down, and
reminded him he would be plenty busy later for sure.

Once they got dressed, they came out and made a big deal about breakfast.  Three
times they gave me the lecture about me being the guest and that they should be
the one's to cook as we ate together in the small but comfortable breakfast
room.

The conversation never broached the subject of what transpired earlier, and
after the dishes were done, Tammy announced it was time for her to leave for
church.

After she left, I tried to make use of our time alone, but Holly had other
ideas.

"Not now, Tim.  I'm too worried about Tammy to do that.  But maybe you might
like to join me on a quick Sunday morning flight?"

"Yeah...  That sounds even better than sex..  Whoa.  Did I just say that?"

Fifteen minutes later, Holly and I were performing a little synchronized dance
as we prepped our two girls for take off.  She kept trying to get ahead of me,
knowing I was mimicking every move, but she laughed when she caught me shifting
my nonexistent bra as she did it to hers.

Before we started the engines, I opened a thought channel to her and explained
how to send her thoughts back to me.  It was like our own private radio channel,
and once we had lifted off and were buzzing through the air, she got used to it.

She took me on her favorite route, teasing me half the time about how rusty I
had become.  I admit I probably was a little rusty, but then this route was
something she had made up since my copying of her flying experience, and since I
wasn't going to simply take what she had learned since then without her
offering, you can't really blame me for being a little more cautious than usual.

But by the third time around, I was getting the hang of it, and managed to
almost catch up with her when suddenly without word, she just wasn't anywhere to
be seen.

I figured she was playing a game, but had a moment of fright when I located her
on the ground.  But she had landed on purpose and finally sent word she found
the perfect spot to 'play'.

A minute after I landed, we fell naked onto the clearing's soft green grass
which carpeted its floor.  The setting was perfect, our two machines of flight
having carried us to a remote and completely private place in which to make
love.  And this time it was more sensual and tender than our fast and heavy fuck
we had the night before.

In fact, my cock never left her custom fitted passage of pleasure until after
finally working ourselves up to our separate orgasms.   Then we laid there until
well past two o'clock before the August sun had finally taken its toll and we
needed to go back and have some food and drink.

I made the suggestion to fly the other's ship back, and I was startled to find
how different Beany felt compared to Midge.  She didn't vibrate as much as I
remembered, but then I realized I had been comparing her to Midge before her
engine block was replaced.

I almost felt a little jealous of Holly.  At first I didn't like the way Beany
reacted a little slower than Midge, but after a while I realized it made Beany
feel a lot smoother and more graceful than Midge's sensitive controls.  Beany's
stick felt looser, but in that worn in kind of way instead of being worn out
like I had first felt it to be.

But when Holly started talking about how sharp Midge felt, and how she swore she
could have guided Midge around any tree trunk in the woods without colliding, I
told her of my own findings of Beany, and we both felt a little better about our
girls.

Holly got worried about Tammy when she wasn't back when we landed at the house.
After we had eaten and replenished our fluids, Holly told me a little more about
her.

Tammy was a year older than Holly, and she told me she was going to be rooming
with her at the college Tammy had attended last year.  Apparently Tammy had
moved out of the dorms after a very popular Sorority accepted her just before
the Christmas break, and on Tammy's recommendation, Holly had already been
accepted before she had even been accepted to the college.  I felt how excited
Holly was about going away to college, having long wished to be out from under
her step father's roof, something she still desired even though she had grown to
like him.

Holly pick the phone up on the first ring, and after she hung up, she came back
to the couch with a frown.

"What's up?  I take it that was Tammy."

"I was her, but I not sure if..  She said she met up with a friend of hers from
college and was out shopping with her."

"But..." I said when she didn't say it when she felt like saying it.

"But..  I could have been imagining things.. but I can't figure out what else it
could have been.."

"What, Holly.  Spit it out."

"I could have sworn I heard a woman's and man's moans in the background, and
Tammy didn't sound like herself.  She was almost..  too pleasant."

Since we didn't have any way of contacting her, we eventually stopped worrying
about her, figuring if she had lied to us, it didn't necessarily mean anything.

After stewing about the house, neither of us really in the mood for another
round of passion, we finally decided we had waited long enough, and started
planning out our race course.

That quickly became a pointless venture, and instead of setting a specific
course to follow, we decided to just find a good starting point, then have a
race to get back to the house with the only rule being we couldn't go above the
tree tops.

Now we both knew it was dangerous, the first rule being not to rush when flying
in unfamiliar territory.  But Midge had already proven herself to be just a tad
slower than Beany, but except in a straight line race, the difference was
unimportant.

This was a race to test our wits and dexterity, not the two machines we
controlled.  Okay, so we also wanted to see if one machine could outperform the
other, but it would still end up being the skill and wit of the pilot that would
determine the outcome.

Once we had agreed on the starting line, I made sure the links I had set up to
provide us both with the others location if we lost contact were going to hold,
then closed off my access to it so I wouldn't use it to peek at her progress.

I would relay the entire race to you, but it ended up being just a lot of nerves
and close calls with trees that seemed to pop up from nowhere.  I nearly crashed
three times, and once did collide with a younger tree that I swore would snap
Midge's blades off, but as it happened, the tree wasn't that hard of a wood, and
apart from the jolt of the cut and then a shudder as its treetop got flung to
somewhere in the next continent, I managed to prevent Midge's blades from touch
the trunk as I flew by it.

Holly didn't miss having a few near misses herself, but once we were within
sight of each other on her home turf, I quickly saw I had no chance and
announced I wished to forfeit.

I actually made it back to the house before she did, but only because I
immediately went above the treetops and took a less stressful route.  Holly, on
the other hand, continued to make her way at ground level, just to prove she
could.

We were cooking dinner when Tammy arrived, and the moment she came in I felt
something very wrong with her.

"Holly, don't make a big deal, but she thinks we're making lunch, not dinner," I
thought to her.

"Tammy, did you get anything while you were shopping with your friend?" Holly
asked after glancing over at me with a questioning look.

"What friend?  I came back straight from church.  Boy, I'm glad you're fixing a
big lunch.  I'm starving."

"Oh, Tammy, don't you..." Holly began before I stopped her.

"Tammy, you look tired.  Why don't you sit down on the couch and rest while we
finish up."

"Yeah, I guess I am pretty tired," she said, accepting the suggestion.

"What's going on?" Holly asked me quietly.  "Why did you stop me from telling
her?"

"Because it would only upset her, and from what I'm getting back from her body,
she's worn out.  After we eat and she has a chance to rest, then we can tell
her, gently.  And maybe I'll have found something by then."

Tammy scarfed down her food, and was laying on the couch looking very drowsy
when Holly and I finished cleaning up.  I hadn't been able to find a single clue
towards uncovering her missing memories, but I suspected I knew what she had
been doing that afternoon.

"Oh..  I just can't seem to keep my eyes open," she said after yawning for the
sixth time in as many minutes.  "Maybe I should go take a nap in my room."

"Tammy, do you know what time it is?" Holly said carefully.

"Huh?  I guess its around.." Tammy said, never finishing her sentence from the
shock of looking at the clock.

"What's happening to me?" she said in a shaky voice.

"Calm down," I said, sitting down on the edge of the couch.  "Everything will be
all right.  Here," I said, digging out my coin.  "Hold his.  It might make you
feel better."

After finding the coin had no effect, I let her hold it anyway while I tried
using what my dad had shown me about tracing a chain of memories.  Tammy was
strangely accepting of having me quietly stare at her in deep concentration.
Over and over again I played the events in her mind from the moment she left
church until she arrived here, looking for any trace of a break.

I felt her finally drop off, and while I continued to probe her memory, I sensed
her mind receding into sleep.  Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt her come
back, but this time...

"Well, hello.." she said in a sultry voice.  "About time you got interested in
me."

"Interested, is not exactly the word for it," I said, finding the personality
opening up new memories previously inaccessible.

"Tammy, are you feeling all right?" Holly said, noticing not just the change in
her voice, but her hand traveling up and down her body.

"I feel wonderful," she said, slipping her hand under her shorts.  "I'd really
like to help you feel wonderful too."

"And how would you do that?" Holly said, not wanting to hear it.

"Come a little closer and I'll show you," she said as she pulled her wet finger
out of her shorts and sucked her juices off of it.

I managed to hit Tammy's off switch before Holly freaked, then continued
scanning her memories while Holly yelled and screamed.

Holly had given up at trying to get my attention and was sitting quietly waiting
when I suddenly gasped from finding a face I recognized.

Then I simply looked at Holly and said, "Go pack your bags."

"What?  Why?"

"Because I need to go home as soon as possible and I'm taking both you and Tammy
with me.  No buts, no questions.  Just go pack your stuff and anything you think
Tammy will need and be out in my car waiting in twenty minutes."

"Tim, you're scaring me.." Holly said, looking at Tammy's peaceful face.  "What
did you find?"

I looked straight into her eyes and said honestly, "Nothing I haven't seen
before.  Please just trust me and don't waste any more time.  We have to get her
away from here and to my dad as fast as we can.  I'll explain while we're on the
road, okay?"

So after calling home and telepathically telling them what I found, I loaded
Midge up without bothering with any maintenance and managed to fit Beany in as
well.  Then without any further delay, I loaded the sleeping Tammy and the half
packed extremely mad Holly up into my car.

I wasn't in danger, but I knew an opportunity when I saw one.  And as it turns
out, this opportunity had more to offer me than I had ever imagined.  If there
was anything that had a greater impact on my life than discovering my telepathic
powers themselves, it would be gaining the vision to see the symbols of the
human mind.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Well, I had a rather.. busy holiday (taking care of some school stuff, a murder
in the family, fun stuff like that) and I just now got the proofed version of
chapters 11 and 12 put together for posting.  For the record, I posted the
unproofed version of chapter 12 on the 4th of December, but it never made it to
A.S.S.M. for some reason.

Chapter 13 is getting close to being finished, and I'm hoping to post it around
the end of January.  The mood for chapter 13 is more dramatic or dark than the
previous chapters, and a few parts contain a more extreme kind of homosexual
activity that won't return in later chapters.  There are still some fun parts in
it, and I've tried to add bits of humor when it seems to get too dark,  but for
the most part it will have a different kind of feel to it, like how chapter 12
did.

There's a lot of emotional garbage in it, and for many of you, some distasteful
if not totally disgusting sex scenes.  But have faith.  The reasons won't become
clear until chapter 16, or maybe not until the finale chapter (chapter 20).  But
I'm setting important background up for a lot of which is yet to come.  

And since we're over halfway through the story now, it won't be long before
you're reading the infamous words:  THE END.

Rass Senip
Tuesday, January 20th, 1998

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