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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net)
Home Page: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rass_Senip/www/

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>This posting contains:
   Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
      Part 1 - Rebirth                         (mc mf, breast feeding)
      Part 2 - Big Shoes to Fill               (mc mf)
      Part 3 - Tests of One's Character        (no sex)

>The next posting contains:
   Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
      Part 4 - Back to School Again            (mf)
      Part 5 - King of Sluts                   (mc mf)

>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 1 - Rebirth
(mc mf, breast feeding)

My memories of waking up in the motel room Joey had taken us to are extremely
gray.  Not fuzzy, not indistinct, just very... gray, in the emotional sense.

I wasn't happy.  I wasn't sad.  I wasn't excited or content.  I wasn't
anything.  The words Joey spoke to me I just didn't bother to comprehend, for I
didn't feel the need to.  I had no motivation to do anything.  I think I would
have just stopped breathing if it hadn't been automatic.

Joey had to take control of my body several times while I was like that.  He
kept me from wetting the bed and otherwise took care of my body's needs while
my brain was numb like that.

We were in some car he had hitched us a ride with when I noticed the trees
flying by the window.  It was just slightly more interesting to me to watch the
scenery flashing by than the back of the seat, and the more I watched, the more
I noticed.

I was waiting patiently for the scenery to start moving again when a face
suddenly appeared in front of my vision that stirred something within me, only
to fade away the next moment as the door was opened and my body followed Joey
into another motel.

That night, I felt another stirring within me, one that didn't go away as fast
as the last one.  And once the two teenage girls whom Joey had borrowed from
their parents for the night had sucked every last bit of cum out of my cock, I
actually took some notice in the way their moaning and gasping sounded as Joey
made use of their young sexy bodies.

I don't recall the following morning, but sometime in the afternoon I was
sitting in the front seat of a different car, listening to the same sound from
the night before and turned my head to look at the driver.

The man seemed to be enjoying the fact that Joey was fucking his wife in the
back seat.  I watched him as he cheered Joey on and jerked himself off while he
drove.  Something about the way his cock spurted his load made me turn back to
the scenery and ignore the rest of the activities inside the car.

The next time the car stopped and I found myself getting out, I caught a
glimpse of Joey's face and felt something a lot stronger stir deep within me.
As my urine ran out of my cock, I had a flashback of Joey's face of when he had
been raping one of the slave girls on the beach.

That face kept popping into my head as the scenery whizzed by, always causing
me to blink as I tried to comprehend what it meant.  There was a feeling that
went with it, or more like two feelings.  Fear and lust were the first
identifiable feelings I had after my awakening, and that wasn't very healthy I
must say.

At dinner, Joey had just finished picking out the girls who would join us in
our motel room that night when he noticed I was staring at him.  Because his
expression softened and his voice sounded so soothing, I listened to his words
as he said, "...wasn't going leave you out, you know.  I got three this time
just in case you felt like fucking one for a while."

"Fuck one," I echoed.

"Yeah.  That's right.  You and I have done a lot of fucking together.  And
we're gonna do a lot more too.  Just remember that we're a team.  Okay?"

"A team," I repeated blankly.

"A team.  That's what we are..." Joey said while his smile faded and his eyes
went a little unfocused.

"I know you won't understand this now, but you will when you get all your
marbles back," he said when his attention snapped back to the present.  "After
I let all that anger out during the wipe, things seem different to me.  I've
been doing a lot of thinking... and I..."

"We fuck girl?  Now?" I interrupted, my mind having pieced together what would
solve the strange need I was experiencing.

Joey looked at me a little startled, then broke out in a grin that caused me to
make my first facial expression since my wipe.  The grin I wore was the same as
his, then as Joey arranged for the guy at the next table to pay for our dinner,
I vaguely recalled that we indeed had been partners about a lot of things.

You have to realize that I was in a very vulnerable and suggestible state while
my emotions were trying to reform.  So naturally I began accepting everything
Joey said and did as right, the slight familiarity I felt about him making me
trust his every word.

After taking turns fucking the three girls we took to our room, the image of
Joey which had popped up in my mind all day didn't have the disturbing feel to
it any longer.  I had done the very same thing he had done when he had made
that face, and I had liked it very much.  I desired to feel that kind of
pleasure again, and believed that Joey would show me more ways to feel good.

When Joey discovered I was attempting to do everything he did while ignoring
the memories which were trying to surface, he decided he liked the idea of
being my hero and encouraged my desire to be just like him.  What I didn't know
at the time was he also inserted blocks into my mind that would prevent the
negative memories of him from resurfacing.

I recall very clearly the moment I rediscovered my telepathic abilities.  We
were approaching the Mexican border in an over crowded bus, watching two fat
women attempting to eat each other out without much success.  I kept wishing
for one of them to give up and come over to me so I could suck their big tits
and then fuck their fat cunts, and suddenly I recalled how to make that happen
and issued the proper commands to the one on top.

"Did you do that?" Joey asked a little panicked.

"Yes.  Did I do something wrong?" I said, afraid of having upset my teacher and
benefactor.

"No," he said relieved.  "For a second I thought someone else had...  Never
mind.  Come 'ere, bitch.  Do what she's doing to him to me."

I felt so proud of myself as Joey mimicked me as I sucked the fat Hispanic
woman's tits while she rubbed her wet cunt up and down my stomach.  I was
enjoying myself immensely, but when my cock brushed up against her ass, I
suddenly recalled how much I liked fucking a woman's rose.

I struggled a moment aligning my cock with her backdoor, then in a fit of lust
commanded her to sit my cock into her ass with her shitting muscles on full.

The pressure and warmth of her ass as it yielded to my dick caused me to moan
in pleasure, then when I was in up to the hilt, I started programming her to
give me as much pleasure her ass could provide.

When I had finished using her, Joey became upset with me for the mess I had
made of her mind.  His philosophy of restoring someone we had used to their
original state with no memory of the things we had done naturally became my
philosophy after that, and before the night was over, we developed a systematic
way of doing so.

Or I should say Joey developed it while I assisted in testing it.  Basically
whenever one of us altered another's mind, we would store the command to
reverse our tampering inside their mind in what we called the self-destruct
memory.

Even to this day, Joey's programming ability is far superior to mine, even
though he lacks the sight to see how the symbols work.  The technique for
cloaking his tampering he had developed on his own, never even being able to
test it until he had to use it on Gina to prevent his sister from finding out.

The self-destruct memory used a considerable amount of the techniques he had
developed for the soul purpose of deceiving me, and his sharing this with me
was probably the only thing which saved our friendship from a permanent death
later that year.

Despite his best efforts, the woman whom I had altered was permanently fixated
on anal sex, but apart from becoming the butt fuck queen of some small town in
Mexico, Joey was able to restore the rest of her personality and all her
memories.

I spent a large portion of the next day practicing the things he had taught me,
Joey watching every command I made and sometimes correcting me while other
times letting me screw up.  No harm came to anyone that day, and by that
evening I was proficient enough in using his technique that he let me go round
up our bedtime fucks.

That night, memories trying to surface invaded my sleep, and while they were
unpleasurable in nature, I was not disturbed by them as I normally would be.

I guess Joey was monitoring my thoughts the next morning, for he asked what my
dreams were about without me having said a thing about them.  I told him as
much as I could remember, then didn't object to his announcement he was going
to do something to me to prevent those kind of dreams from coming back.

As he inserted more blocks in my mind, I began to understand what the blocks
were blocking, but didn't really care if I never remembered my life from
before.  All I knew was I trusted Joey to do what was best for me, and if that
meant living the rest of my life not remembering the first seventeen years, I
was positive I would be better off.

Joey and I spent two weeks following a steady routine while making our way
slowly up Mexico.  We would wake up and have one last fuck with the girls we
had picked out the night before, then after breakfast we would hit the
self-destruct command and send them on their way.

Once we found a ride, we would play an assortment of mind games, usually
involving the other passengers and sometimes the driver as well.  Things like
searching for their most secret desire or fantasy and make them believe they
were living it out.  On a few occasions we were able to arrange it so they
actually did physically carry out their fantasy, but most of the time it was
only in their mind, I having become quite good at generating realistic dream
states.

Female passengers, depending on their age, provided us with different forms of
entertainment, but we didn't usually have sex while on the road for we enjoyed
our evening fucks too much to waste our energy during the day.  Oh, every once
in a while a pretty girl would turn one of us on enough to get laid, but for
most cases we just had them serve our lunch off their chests or some other
juvenile yet harmless things like that.

Dinner time usually meant heavy scanning while eating. Sometimes we found our
pray before dessert was served, but many times we would have to go out and walk
around town in search for a decent pair of cunts.  We always found something to
satisfy our standards, and as soon as we had made our selection we went
straight to our room and began trading spit.

I followed Joey's example and performed the nightly make out and dance without
complaint, and even though I would appear to be enjoying the slow kissing,
making my intended fuck slut feel romanced, the only sensation I felt was the
desire to fuck her, and then fuck her again.

Of course I would always get my wish in the end once Joey had had his fill, and
that's why I never let on that I would have preferred to skip with the
pleasantries.

By the time we were half way up Mexico, Joey found his desire to return home
fading, and one evening at dinner he said, "You know, I think I like Mexico.
Don't you?"

"Si, Senior," I said.  "I feel I have spend my whole life in Mexico."

"Shut up," Joey chucked before saying seriously,  "I've been thinking a lot
about it the past couple of days.  What if we find a nice small town with a lot
of pretty seņoritas in it and settle down there?  We could start our own
business as a front, have a nice house built, and play God for a while.  What
do you think?"

"I guess it sounds good if it does to you."

Joey frowned a moment, then said, "If you were going to decide, what you want
to do?"

"I guess..  I guess..  I don't know.  What else would you want to do?"

"I asked what you wanted.  Shit, can't you think of something you'd like to
do?"

"I don't really care what we do.  I'll just do what you want to do, okay?"

"But..  I was hoping you..  Shit.  Never mind.  We'll try my idea, then if we
don't like it or think of something better, we can always leave."

"That's sounds good," I said honestly.  "Can we start scanning now, or do you
want to talk some more?"

"Scan, amigo, scan," he said with a grin.

We altered our course to head east rather than north, and three towns later,
Joey announced we had found our new home.

The town was small, well isolated, yet appeared to be prosperous enough that
the people were well fed.  The population hovered around two hundred, and
within twenty four hours they all were our happy little slaves.

Well, slave isn't quite the word for it.  Everyone in the town would happily do
whatever we asked of them, but they didn't see us as their lords and masters.
We simply were special people who they trusted and cared for, not going out of
their way for us unless we asked or they saw the need.

The children loved us, the teens saw us as their idols or heart throbs, the
young single women lusted for us, and the rest just adored us from afar.

Joey asked me not to mess with the girls around our age until he got to know
them, and while I had looked forward to fucking this one chick, I complied with
his request and simply permitted five of the women who were in their early
twenties to service my fucking needs.

At first I disliked the way Joey didn't care to fuck together any longer, but
once I stopped bothering myself with the foreplay, I decided I preferred
fucking alone.  Especially when I found out that Joey hadn't fucked any of his
until we had been there almost a week.

Shortly after his big orgy, I started to notice Joey acting restless during the
day, even somewhat down.  Three days went by before I finally asked him about
it, but the only thing I got out of him was, "You wouldn't understand."

Two days later we visited a family with a newborn and a four year old boy, Joey
having sought out this particular family because he liked playing with the
younger kids, their innocence and enthusiasm always lifting his spirits when he
felt down.  Or maybe it was because he knew my mom would have had her baby by
then, and just wanted to see what it would have been like.

I was acting the polite guest, not really wishing to be there, but such things
were not that important to me.  I did as Joey wished, something I may have
eventually grown tired of even if my eye hadn't caught something strangely
familiar within the four year old's arms.

At first I thought it was a doll so I hadn't paid much attention to it.  But
when I caught a glimpse of its brown fuzzy face, my heart nearly leapt out of
my chest as an emotional tidal wave washed over the top of Joey's memory
blocks.

I was frozen in my tracks from the sight of this one eyed brown teddy bear, my
mind struggling to recall why I wanted to grab it and hug it, very probably
crying my eyes out at the same time.

Then suddenly I remembered my teddy, my first bestest friend who I had tortured
and betrayed, and then started getting faint impressions of other things I
missed.

I pieced the face of a woman holding my teddy out to me while commanding the
boy do the same, then slowly formed the sound of the word related to the face
with Joey patiently waiting beside me.

Once I figured out who the woman was, I turned to Joey and said, "Please?  Take
me to my mom?  Take me home?"

Joey's expression hit the floor at that point.  Staring at the dirt floor, Joey
appeared forlorn and beaten as he said, "All right.  I'll take us home," then
he got up and walked out without another word.

The following two days were a very confusing time for me.  I had realized the
reason I had been able to recall my mother's face was because Joey had removed
the block to relieve the strain within my mind.  What didn't occur to me was
that he had probably done it more to prevent my undoing it myself, fearing I
would then continue to remove the rest as well.

But for the time being, I was happy to be going home with Joey, even if I
didn't have any clue as to where home was or what it was like.  For the first
time in my limited memories I had a place to belong to and someone besides Joey
to learn from and be with.

The confusing part was how Joey seemed to dread the idea, yet in some fashion
seemed to look forward to it too.  We spent the two days traveling to San Luis
Potosi which was the nearest city with an international airport, and the closer
we got, the more Joey seemed to regret his decision, but he didn't turn us back
neither the less.

We arrived at the airport sometime after three in the morning, and while I was
busy checking out the people sleeping in the airport all around us, Joey made a
single phone call.

I was pleased to see some of the strain and stress he had before making the
phone call had left by the time I rejoined him.  But when he looked at me with
a sort of soft and sad look, I knew something was wrong.

"Your plane leaves at seven," he finally said.

"My plane?  What about yours?"

"I'm not going.  I..  Shit, Tim.  I've made a mess of my life back there.  But
here I have a home and an entire village of friendly people that can help me
get by until I can find someone else to hook up with.  Besides, I think I'm
tired of being able to control people.  I miss...  I miss having people who are
my equals, shit like that.  I just miss having real friends."

"I don't want to leave you," I said somewhat stubbornly.  "I don't care what
you did before.  I don't know how to..  how to..  do anything without you.
Come with me.  We can make everyone happy you came back."

"It's not that simple, Tim," Joey sighed.  "Come 'ere," he said, sliding over
slightly to make room on the floor beside him.

I sat down without hesitation, but found myself oddly ill at ease by the way he
took my hand in his and said, "I've done things I'm not proud of, and some of
them I did because I hated you so much.  I know right now you don't want to
believe it, but after you get home and your mom helps you remember who you are
and your life, you're not going to want me as your friend."

"No, that's not true!" I said confused.

"Believe me, Tim, I know how you're going to feel because I felt that way
myself once.  But not any more.  I don't know exactly why, but I feel like my
old self again.  I... care about you.  Please, don't forget that?  I know this
doesn't make much sense, but whatever happens, no matter what you remember
about what I did, try and believe that I'd never do those kind of things to you
or anyone else again."

He turned away from me to wipe the tears that had been forming in is eyes but
had not yet fallen, then after a few moment listening to him sniff, I said,
"There is something else you're not telling me.  Something else you're afraid
of."

After he turned and stared in my eyes a few moments, he seemed even more
saddened by something and turned away again.

"I guess....  I miss her."

"Who?"

"Someone very special to both of us.  Her name is Suzi Aster."

"Suzi Aster..." I echoed as I struggled to recall anything about her.

"Even when I was going around raping girls, plotting to somehow get back at you
for all I thought you did to me, I loved her.  But I couldn't control myself
sometimes, and I was afraid of hurting her so I stayed away from her.  Now she
knows all about what I did.  I don't think I could handle seeing it in her
eyes."

"Seeing what?" I said as I absorbed his confession for all time.

"I don't know..  Fear?  Distrust?..  Hate..." he said ending in a whisper as he
shuddered.

I watched him as he quietly cried for a few minutes, then once he started to
sober up, I said, "You have to come with me."

"WHY?!" he said with emotion when he faced me.  "Why do I have to hold your
hand whenever you do something new?  You can read minds and you can make people
do things for you.  You don't need me.  You never have," he choked.

"You have to come with me," I repeated without emotion.  "If I don't need you,
then you need me.  Either way, you're coming with me."

Again he stared into my eyes, and after a few moments I asked, "What are you
doing that for?"

"I..  You used to make me feel better just by looking into my eyes.  I'm sorry.
I just keep hoping..."

He stared into my eyes a couple of minutes longer before giving up with a yawn,
then sat back against the wall again with a sigh.

"There's another reason I can't go with you," he said not looking at me.  "The
plane only had one seat left, and your mom only forward enough money for one
ticket."

"You're either coming with me or I don't go," I said firmly.  "And since I'm
going, you better think of a way to get both of us on that plane."

"Shit, Tim.  That's the first thing you've said since you woke up that sounded
like the real you...  I can't make any promises," he said, stifling another
yawn, "Let me take a quick nap and then we'll see."

I wasn't the least bit sleepy after napping during the drive there, and once
Joey was sound asleep, I made sure he would stay that way while I went in
search for another plane ticket.

Once I had two first class tickets in my pocket, I recruited a pair of American
stewardesses to help me move Joey to a more comfortable place to sleep, then
went to the airline's staff room for a long overdue fuck.  I clearly remember
being disappointed by their performance, having built up high expectations for
an American women's ability to fuck.

I woke Joey before it was time to board, then went to get him some coffee like
he had asked.  I had just found a place open inside the terminal when the
thought occurred he might try and slip out.  So I turned around and hurried
back, and as I approached the bench where I had left him from behind, my heart
started to race because he was no longer sitting there.

As I quickly glanced around in hopes of catching sight of him, an older lady
passed me heading for the bench as fast as she could go.  But when she got
there, she didn't even try to sit down, but instead she hit Joey over the head
with her bag while complaining to him in Spanish about how rude he was to be
taking the whole bench up.

"Shit, lady!  All right!  I'm UP!  Shit," he sputtered sitting up.

He rubbed his eyes then looked around, catching me gaping at him.

"What's with you?  And where's my coffee?" he grumbled.  "Shit, I knew I should
have never started drinking that shit." 

The announcement for our flight to board came as I opened my mouth to reply,
then saw the panic on Joey's face as he realized he wouldn't have time to get a
ticket before the plane left.

"Two first class tickets for the seven o'clock flight to the U S of A," I said,
waving them in front of his face.  "I'll have Jane get you coffee on the plane
if you want, but you might as well wait so you can go back to sleep once we're
in the air."

"Shit," he said with a sleepy grin, but then his face fell from a fit of
nerves.

"You're coming with me," I said firmly.

"All right," he sighed.  "Just remember you were the one who wanted me to go."

Despite still being tired, Joey didn't go to sleep until a good hour after we
were in the air.  Normally I should have been feeling pretty proud of myself,
for we somewhat had a switching of roles.  Joey had accepted my decision even
when he didn't want to do it, placing his trust in me as I had done so with
him.

But I wasn't feeling proud, amused, happy, or even sad about this or anything.
I simply knew that he now needed me more than I needed him, and I suppose I
must have felt that I owed him for what he had done for me.

I pondered on my lack of emotions while a thirteen year old Oklahoma girl
experimented giving her first blow job.  Every person I examined seemed to be
full of conflicting motivations because of their emotions kept getting in the
way.  Kerry, the girl slurping on my cock, was a perfect example to me of how
emotions got people into trouble.  

She had been alone in her hotel room flipping through channels when she ran
across an adult channel and got an eye full of some guy's cock.  At first she
had only been curious, but after the first five or ten minutes, she started
getting turned on watching that guy get a blow job from a woman with an
incredibly active tongue.

It grossed her out when the guy came and the woman made a show of letting it
flow out of her mouth then sucking and licking it all down.  But the next day
she couldn't help but to flip back to that channel and watch as a different
girl got fucked by the same guy.

For the rest of the week she watched as much as she dared, faking having
diarrhea two days in a row in order to stay in their hotel room while her
parents and little brother explored the town.  She knew it was wrong, and she
had worried all night that her little brother might mention what he had seen
when he had turned on the TV, Kerry having forgotten to change the channel
before she had turned it off.

After Kerry tasted semen for the first time and decided it wasn't all that bad,
I realized that I did experience one emotion, that being desire to have sex.
But once I had recovered from my orgasm, I found my mind completely clear of
such distractions, and quickly hit the self-destruct and sent Kerry back to her
seat without a memory of her first sexual feat.

I suppose parts of my personality were starting to return, for once I had
cleared my head of my sexual wants, I started to consider what was moral and
what was not.

If Joey had scanned my mind when he awoke, he would have found a different
person than when he had gone to sleep.  I had already decided to curb my sexual
desires with the goal of becoming completely emotionless and thus free of the
confusion the people around me seemed to always have.

The plane only took us as far as Houston, Texas, so after we went through
customs without any passports (not that we needed them), we waited around the
airport for a couple of hours before boarding a different plane bounded for
Kansas City.

The flight to Kansas City was the only one available at the time my mom had
forwarded the money, but I had the impression it would be a long drive home and
that I didn't live anywhere near Kansas City.

"I didn't tell your mom I was bringing anyone with me," Joey said while we ate
the in flight dinner.  "Of course that's when I thought I was going to stay in
Mexico and just send you by yourself.  Uhm, Tim.  There's something I haven't
told you that you need to get ready for."

"What?" I said between bites.

"Everyone at home thinks you're dead."

"Oh.  Are you going to eat that slice of tomato?"

"You can have it," Joey said after a hesitation.  "But did you hear what I
said?"

"Yeah.  Everyone thinks I'm six feet under.  I guess mom's going to be
surprised to see me."

"Shit, Tim.  That's the understatement of the year.  Don't you get it?  She's
going to get really... emotional, and if you just stand there like you're a
tree, it's going to just make it worse."

"She's going to get emotional?" I said, finding the concept a bit bitter.
"Then I'll wait in the plane until after you.."

"Fuck that shit," Joey said.  "You're the one who wanted to go home.  You're
the one who said take me to my mom.  Well, you're the one who's going to have
to calm her down after she falls to pieces hugging you.  Shit, that is if she
even recognizes you.  You need a haircut, not to mention a bath and a shave.
Come to think of it, your hair should have been turning blonde by now.  I
wonder why it's still dark brown."

"I used to have blonde hair?" I said trying to imagine it.  "That would look
weird."

"Not as weird as when I had black hair," he said with a touch of amusement.

"Black hair.." I said.  "Yeah, now that would be weird."

I looked over at him and found him deep in thought, his face displaying the
discomfort the memories he was wallowing in were causing him.

"Why do you do that?" I asked him.

"Do what?" he said, snapping out of his trance.

"Make yourself feel bad by thinking about what you did."

"Because I...  Shit, I don't know.  I guess I can't help it.  Shit, Tim.  I
hope you don't ask something like that when your mom she sees you."

"Yes... I suppose you're right.  Okay then.  What should I do when she gets
emotional?"

"Fuck, I don't know.  Just be happy to see her and hug her back and stuff.
Don't go overboard or anything.  That would be even worse than not doing
anything at all."

"Do I kiss her?" I asked, thinking of the foreplay we had done with the girls
before I had given it up for being a waste of time.

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll want to kiss you, so you might as well.  But like I
said, don't go overboard.  Just one or two kisses, then just play it by ear.
We're not trying to fool her, just keep her from going into shock."

If I hadn't known the true reason for Joey's nervousness, I would have thought
he had a fear for landings.  If I could have felt emotion, I probably would
have been feeling pretty disgusted with his tense and nervous mood.  When the
captain announced we would be landing soon, Joey started to fidget, then during
the descent he started making peculiar jokes that caused people to stare.

"I think I'll just hide in the bathroom, okay?" Joey said urgently as soon as
the seatbelt sign went off.

"Stop making a scene," I said without emotion.  "You're going to have to go
ahead of me just to warn her before I come out.  Then you can use the bathroom
in the terminal, okay?"

"Shit.  Fucking shit," he said fighting his desire to flee.  "Okay, but you owe
me big time for this.  Shit, the things I have to do just to keep my conscience
from killing me.."

I watched through his eyes as he make his way off the plane, then nearly had to
go after him when he spotted not just my mom, but his mom, his dad, his sister,
and his nephew.  I doubt even I could have stopped him if he hadn't noticed
another person standing beside them.

It took me a few moments to realize the reason his vision had suddenly become
so blurry was because he was fighting his tears as he approached his family.  I
gave up on the idea of him preparing my mom for my appearance, for he had ended
up doing exactly what he had told me my mom would probably do.  He went to
pieces.

I think Sarah was actually the first to see me, for I noticed her looking
straight at me without really seeing me, then suddenly looked back over at me
just as Suzi gasped.

"Oh shit!" Joey said, practically leaping out of his mothers arms to tell my
mom about me, finding her eyes already staring disbelieving at something while
they watered up.

"Mom?" I said uncertainly before taking another step towards her.

"Timmy?" she said softly.  "Is that really... you?"

"I was supposed to try and break it to you before you saw him," Joey said
gently.  "He doesn't remember anything yet, but I was afraid he might..."

"Oh my baby," my mom said as she cautiously stepped up to me and looked
intensely into my face.  "What have they done to you?"

"I.." I started to say before she carefully wrapped her arms around me and
pulled my head onto her shoulder.

I remembered to return her hug, then found myself very comfortable and relaxed
standing there in my mother's arms as she gently cried and rocked us back and
forth.

When her mind touched mine, her probe instantly recoiled and she physically
pushed us apart so she could look me in the face.  Her expression was one of
shock mixed with grief, and then the next thing I knew I was flat on my back
inside a moving vehicle.

"What's going on?" I asked my mom who was sitting next to me in the limo.  "How
did I get here?"

"I'm sorry, honey.  I panicked when you didn't feel like anything I recognized.
I've removed all of Joey's memory inhibitors from your mind so don't get upset
if you start having flash backs."

"I don't get upset," I said simply.  "Where is Joey?  I don't feel his link any
more."

"Joey's in the other limo asleep," Suzi said from the other side of the cabin.

"Timmy, please leave him be for now," my mom said when she realized I was
seeking him out.

"Why did you make him unable to share link?" I said after finding him.  "He
hasn't done anything to threaten me or anyone else."

"Maybe not that he or you are aware of.  But the possibility does exist that
you both are under the control of someone else.  Just wait until we get home so
your father can check you both out.  I've gone over your memories as much as I
can, but I can't seem to get around Joey's...  cryptic mind, and you don't have
your memories back yet."

"Samantha?" Suzi said before I could respond.

"Yes, dear.  I think its safe enough, but only for a few minutes, all right?"

"What?" I asked as my mother and Suzi changed places.

"I just wanted to...  To see you, that's all," Suzi said softly.  "Oh Timmy,"
she said with tears filling her eyes.  "I know you don't remember this, but I
have to tell you now incase I don't get another chance.

"I once told you I couldn't fall in love with you again so soon, but the truth
was I.."

"You..  You were my...  girlfriend once, weren't you?"

"Yes!  Yes I was!" she said excited.  "I was until about a year ago, then..
things happened to us..."

"But weren't you Joey's girlfriend?" I said a little confused.

"Well, yes, but I was yours too at the same time.  The three of us were lovers,
don't you remember that much?"

"No," I said honestly.  "What do you mean the three of us were lovers?  How
could both Joey and I be your boyfriend at the same time?"

"You and Joey were lovers too, Timmy," she said carefully.  "That's why I said
we three were lovers."

"But Joey's a guy, and I am too.  How can two guys be lovers?  Are you trying
to confuse me?  Or is this some kind of joke?"

"You really don't remember any of it, do you?" she said after a moment's
silence.  "What about Eric?  Do you remember him?"

"Eric...  I'm not sure."

"Suzi, I think that's enough for now," my mom said, putting her arm around her
shoulder in comfort.  "He'll remember soon enough, just like you and Joey did."

"I know, but.." she said brushing her hand across my cheek.

"Are all American women so emotional?" I asked them.  "Because if they are,
maybe I should go back to Mexico."

"Over my dead body," my mom said before Suzi shut her gaping mouth.

I closed my eyes to ignore the looks on their faces, and found myself feeling a
bit sleepy so I drifted off after a while.

I woke to find Suzi again at my side, her face overflowing with their emotions
while she smiled at me and said, "We're at a gas station and your mom wanted to
know if you needed to go."

"No, I don't think so," I said, wondering if Suzi would be interested in a
quick fuck.

"I'm going to ride the rest of the way in the other limo so I can talk to Joey.
But before I go..."

For a moment I didn't realize she was kissing me, but as soon as her tongue
slipped between her parted lips, I was instantly hard and ready to go.

I was almost inside her before her struggling finally made it through my
arousal to my brain and I stopped my dick's advance.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!" Suzi cried when I let her go.  "You're NOT Timmy!
You're some kind of..  Just stay away from me, whoever you are!" she sobbed as
she stumbled out of the cabin.

"Women," I simply said, frustrated.

My mom didn't say a thing when she returned, but I could tell she was concerned
about what had happened, so I brought the subject up myself.

"If Suzi didn't want to fuck, why did she stick her tongue in my mouth?" I
blurted out.

"There is more to love than just having sex.  You used to know that better than
I did."

"What does love have to do with it?  I've had sex with lots of girls, but I've
never loved them.  I don't even love you, but that wouldn't stop me from
fucking you if I had the chance."

"Tim!" she said shocked.  "Don't ever say something like that again, you hear
me?"

"Why not?  It's the truth.  You have a great body, so why shouldn't I want to
fuck you.  I've fucked women much older than you, and I knew several sons in
Mexico who loved fucking their mothers."

She seemed hypnotized by my playing with my hard dick openly in front of her,
so I continued for a few minutes until she suddenly reach out towards it.

I didn't expect her to pull my shorts up like she did, for she had found the
idea of sucking me off very tempting to say the least.

"Now you listen to me, young man.  Your name is Timothy Jasper Brandton, you're
seventeen years old, and I am your mother.  Right now you haven't a clue about
what is right and wrong, but over the next month you're going to recover your
life's memories and regret many of things you have done so far since you woke
up.  You would never forgive me or yourself if we had sex, so don't EVER tempt
me again like that.  Do I make myself clear?"

"Understood.  I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, Timmy," she sighed.  "You're so...  cold.  I'll never forgive Gladius for
what he has done to you."

"Gladius?  Who is Gladius?"

"Don't worry about that now," she said as she started taking off her clothes.
"Get undressed, honey."

"I thought you said we weren't going to fuck?" I said complying with her
request.

"We're not.  I'm tired, but I want to hold my son in my arms for a while before
going to sleep.  Is that all right?"

"I suppose," I said, disappointed.  "I just wish Suzi could have let me... Your
breast....  It is leaking.."

"I know..  They tend to do that when you have a baby that favors one over
another," she said, carefully manipulating her right nipple between her fingers
to cause a stream of milk to squirt out into her other hand.

"I don't know why he doesn't like this side," she said, tasting the puddle of
milk in her palm.  "It tastes fine to me."

My voice shook as I said, "May I taste it?"

She looked up at me, then thought for a moment as I stood there with my dick
bobbing with my pulse. 

"Timmy, I will let you only because you are my son, and that seventeen years
ago you were the one I was making milk for.  But...  You have to promise me
that you will not do anything more than that.  I'm not sure if I could stop you
or myself from going too far, so you have to be sure you can stop yourself
first, all right?"

"I won't fuck you mom.  Now that you explained it to me, I won't let it
happen."

"All right then," she said, laying down on the bed which she had pulled out of
the limo's couch.  "Be careful when you start.  It is very sensitive because
Richie doesn't use it, even a little painful.  But once you start the milk
flowing, it will feel better so you'll be able to go a little harder then."

I was strangely nervous as I laid down in front of her facing her chest.  I was
excited, aroused, yet there was a sense of tenderness and desire to please her
too.  She shuddered when I carefully licked the single drop of milk off her
nipple, then after a moment's hesitation, I pressed my lips to her breast and
instinctively curled my tongue to capture the liquid already dripping from her
teat without my having applied any suction.

"Careful, baby!" my mother gasped when I momentarily forgot myself and sucked
rather hard.  "That's better..  Just start slow, then work your speed up, and
slow down again before you stop.  That's right."

The taste of my mother's milk was at first rather unpleasant, but as I learned
how to use my tongue to aid my suction and got more milk with each suck, I got
over the strange taste and found it to be quite good.

Without realizing I was doing it, I rolled my mother onto her back so I could
lay on top of her while I fed.  I suppose you never lose the instincts you had
for nursing as a baby, for after I got comfortable, I started to jerk my mouth
up and down once in a while to get more milk out in a larger gush.

The gasps my mother emitted were entirely pleasurable by that time, and while I
no longer had a hard on, I was certainly having a good time.

I didn't think about it when I moved my mouth to the other nipple, and I wonder
if my mom did either right away.  But just as I was started to get the milk to
flow good, she gently pushed me off saying, "I'm sorry, honey.  We have to save
that one for Richie."

It took a moment for that to sink in, then I remembered the fact that I hadn't
kissed her yet and decided now was an appropriate time to do so.

"Thank you, mom.  That was the neatest thing I've ever done.  Or at least the
neatest thing that I remember," I said before placing my lips on hers.

She accepted the kiss on the lips with only mild hesitation, but when I probed
her lips with my tongue like Joey had taught me, her reaction was that of
complete surprise.  But when she didn't try to pull away or resist in any form,
I decided it had simply been because she hadn't expected it and pressed my
tongues advance into my mother's mouth.

Some of my kissing experience must have returned, for the kisses we exchanged
were loving if passionate.  When I had had my fill and stopped to rest for a
moment, I noticed my mother seemingly aglow in her joy.

"Thank you, baby.  You don't know how long I've waited for that," she said,
rolling us back onto our sides, then indicating to me to face away from her.

As my mom pressed herself against my back, giving me little kisses on the neck
and cheek, I found myself feeling very sleepy, probably due to the warm milk in
my stomach and the feel of my mother's hand rubbing my chest.

"I think I remember doing this before," I said sleepily.  "You were a lot
bigger then."

"Shhh..." she said in my ear.  "I love you, my baby."

"I love you too, mom," I said, snapping my sleepy eyes wide open when I
realized it was true.

My eyes drooped back down quickly though, the milk and warmth having the same
effect as it had seventeen years before.  The last thought I had before
slipping into the bliss of sleep was wondering where my teddy was, and if my
little baby brother had his.

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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 2 - Big Shoes to Fill
(mc mf)

"Timmy, please try to be sensitive to his feelings when he first sees you?"
Suzi said as she rung the doorbell.  "Don't just walk in and say Hi, Eric."

"Hi, Eric," Suzi said when he answered the door.

"Hi Suz," Eric said surprised.  "I would have..."

Suzi stepped out of the way so he could see who was standing behind her, and
after a brief moment of not recognizing me, Eric's face became chalky white
before he rolled his eyes up and promptly fainted.

"Eric!" Suzi said scrambling to break his fall as he collapsed to his right.
"Tim, just don't stand there, help me!" she said holding on to his limp
shoulders while partially straddling him.

I stepped inside, then after looking around a moment, I shut the door.

"That was a lot of help," Suzi said frustrated as she laid Eric's head gently
on the floor and stood up.  "Help me get him onto the couch, and please be.."

"..careful," she said as Eric's body got up and went over to the couch all by
its self.

"Was that okay?" I asked her.

She just sighed, then went to sit down next to Eric without a word.

"He cut his hair," I mentioned as I walked over and stood at his feet.

"He cut it for your funeral," she said stroking his forehead and cheek.  "Eric
and I helped each other through it, but he still hasn't gotten over it.  I wish
you could feel things again.  He hasn't been the same since you..."

Eric stirred, so Suzi slipped down the couch a little further, then bent over
to give Eric a kiss on the lips.  I watched patently as Eric's arms and hands
sluggishly came to life, raising themselves to hold Suzi's head steady as he
obviously began returning the kiss.

I wasn't sure when the kissing actually stopped, for they seemed to have a few
moments just looking in each others eyes before he said, "Sorry if I scared
you.  That guy looked like Tim for a moment.  I thought it was his ghost or
something."

"Eric, he's not a ghost. See?" she said getting excited while moving over so he
could see me again.

"Hi, Eric," I simply said when his expression this time was simply one of
shock.

"Grrrr," Suzi said, but I ignored her since Eric had sat up.

"But how?  I saw the explosion.." he said, reaching out to touch me, stopping
before he did.  "Are you sure it's him?"

"Sure I'm sure," Suzi said, sitting behind him and draping herself across his
back.  "But he isn't himself, so don't get upset if he doesn't act right."

"I still don't remember everything," I said carefully. "But I do remember us
and some of the things we did."

"I don't understand.." Eric said.  "How can he be alive when they confirmed he
was in the car when it hit the train?  They found his body..." he said before
shuddering.

"His mom said his dental records were switched with someone else's, and that
someone was who was in the car when the train hit it."

"My mom and dad both pretty much suspected I wasn't really dead.  I've never
had a cavity, and the body in the car had two fillings.  But they couldn't tell
anyone because they were trying to find out who did it."

"She did tell someone," Suzi said.  "About a week after the funeral, she called
me and asked me if I could help her go through some of your stuff.  I didn't
really want to, but I knew if I didn't go I'd never forgive myself.  When I got
there, she took me to your room, but instead of going through your stuff to
pitch what we didn't want, she told me about the fillings and asked me to help
her look for anything that might be missing or a clue to who could have taken
you."

"I didn't know you knew," I simply said, sitting down on the couch next to Eric
after he had made room.

"You mean all that time.."  Eric said looking at her.  "All that time you spent
with me after the funeral, you knew he wasn't really dead?  Why didn't you tell
me!?!"

"I'm sorry, Eric!" Suzi said, seeing how upset he was.  "She made me so I
couldn't tell anyone, especially you.  They thought whoever took Tim planted
the memory of his death in your mind, and didn't want to take the chance that
you might somehow warn.."

"I can't believe you lied to me," Eric said with tears running down his face.
"You were the only person who made me feel like I could live without him, and
all that time you knew?"

"Eric," Suzi cried when he stood up.  "Please don't feel this way?!  I didn't
have a choice!  I wanted to tell you so bad, but I couldn't because Sam.."

"You're being very emotional for no reason, Eric," I said, standing up and
catching his arm as he turned to leave the room.  "My mom must have programmed
her so she couldn't remember it when she was with you or anyone else.  She
never lied to because she simply didn't know except when she was alone or with
my mom or dad."

"Oh," Eric said, my calm words having penetrated his chaotic emotions to reach
his intelligent self.  "So she really was as miserable as I was?"

"Eric, I was even more miserable," Suzi said between tears.  "You only lost
Tim.  I lost Tim, Joey, and Brandon," she said before placing her face between
her arms on the sofa's arm rest and started to cry in earnest.

"I'm sorry, Suzi," Eric sobbed, rushing up beside her and kneeling on the
floor.  "I..."

Eric fell apart at that point, but accepted Suzi's embrace so they could cry
together.  I stood there wondering how I ever managed to put up with their
emotional instability, then recalled times where I had been the one who was
crying in their arms.

The nice thing about not feeling emotions was I had a lot of patience for
practically everything.  I calmly waited for them to settle down, then handed
them the box of Kleenexes I had been holding, Eric snickering at me for doing
so.

"What?" I said, not seeing what he thought was funny.

"You wouldn't understand, Timmy," Suzi said sniffing and grinning.

"What exactly is wrong with him?" Eric said after studying me a moment.

"We're not sure, exactly," Suzi said.  "He doesn't seem to have any..
feelings."

"She means I don't seem to experience emotions like the rest of you do.
Actually, I don't consider it to be a bad thing.  I can think much clearer
without my emotions getting in the way."

"But what about the good ones?" Eric said, reaching up to grasp my hand.

"What about them?  They were just as distracting as the bad ones, and good
feelings seemed to always be followed by bad ones."

"You sound like that guy from Star Trek, Mister Spock," Eric said while peering
into my eyes like Joey had.  "I can't believe you won't feel anything from me
doing this."

The only reason I allowed him to kiss me was because I hadn't expected him to
do it like that, and even though I wanted to pull away to end the kiss, I
clearly saw the damage I would do if I rejected him like that.

But the kiss only lasted a few moments, then Eric was again gazing into my eyes
with a more desperate expression on his face.  He looked in my eyes for several
minutes without saying a word, then finally he tensed up and backed away with a
colder expression than I had thought possible for his face to make.

"That's not Tim.  Tim's dead," he said with conviction.

"It is Tim, Eric.  He's just not.."

"I know what you said.  He isn't himself.  Well, you're right.  He isn't
himself because he isn't Tim.  He does look a lot like Tim, and maybe he has
some of Tim's memories, but I know...  I KNOW it isn't him."

"You're being emotional again," I pointed out.

"Get out of my house, you fake," Eric said coldly.

"Eric, I know it's hard, but it really is Timmy.  Just give him some time to
remember.."

"Suzi, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you and Mr. Spock need to leave
now," Eric said with a rough edge to his voice.  "I have chores to do."

"But Eric!" Suzi said desperately.

"I think he's right, Suzi," I said.  "Let's go.  He just needs time to think."

"But.." Suzi said, not resisting my hand leading her to the front door.

"Bye Suz.  I'll see you at school tomorrow," Eric said with stern but a shaky
voice.

"Good bye, Eric.  I hope you feel.. less emotional," I said before closing the
door after us.

"Yeah, I bet you do," I heard him say before he let out a sob.

"Tim, we can't leave him like this," Suzi said, turning to go back inside.

"Suzi, right now your mind is clouded with your feelings for him, but if you go
back inside and try to convince him I'm who I am, you'll only alienate him.
Let him get over the shock, then talk to him.  You had the same reaction when
you kissed me and I tried to fuck you, remember?"

"I guess you're right," she sighed.  "I didn't want to believe it was you, but
after I calmed down, Joey and I talked and...  I think I'll go over and see
Joey now.  Do you want me to drop you off? Or will you go with me?"

"I'll go with you," I said as she leaned into me with her arm wrapping around
my back.  "I still don't understand why he was so afraid of my memories
returning.  I know he wasn't himself, so why would I blame him for what he
did?"

"You really don't, do you?" she said, stopping us and facing me.  "Can I ask
you something that might sound strange for me to ask?"

"I don't see why not," I said.

"Does anyone matter to you?"

"What you do mean?"

"Like, if your mom or dad, or Joey, or even me just suddenly died, would you..
even care?"

"Care?  Or do you mean grieve?  To be honest with you, I don't know.  But I'd
rather not find out.  I pretty sure I would miss you.  Is that good enough?"

She didn't answer me right away, having gone around to the other side of her
car, so I waited for her to let me in.  She hesitated before unlocking my door,
then looked me in the eyes like Joey and Eric had when I sat down.

"I'm sorry, Suzi, but whatever you all keep looking for in my eyes just isn't
there anymore," I said calmly.  "Maybe it will come back when I remember more,
but right now I'd much rather not have to wait through another emotional scene
before we go over to Joey's."

She stiffened from my words, then after she closed her eyes for a few moments,
she started the car and pulled out without making a single sound.

"By the way," I said after a long period of silence.  "Joey said a few things
to me before we got on the plane that you might like to know."

"Like?" she said softly.

"He said that even while he was raping girls and planning things to get back at
me, he still loved you."

"Well, he sure had a funny way of showing it," she said coldly.

"He couldn't take the chance of losing control of himself and hurt you when he
was with you.  He said that's why he stayed away from you.  And I know you were
the real reason he didn't want to come back with me."

"What do you mean, I was the reason?" she said, glancing at me for a moment
before returning her eyes to the road. 

"Joey said he was afraid you would hate him or fear him or something.  He said
he couldn't handle seeing it in your eyes.  Why does everyone look for emotions
in other people's eyes?  I've been watching other peoples eyes ever since Joey
said that, and I still haven't seen anything."

"What else did he say about me?" she said softly, ignoring my question.

"I don't think he said anything else, but when he got off the plane and saw his
family was with my mom, he was going to run before they saw him, but then he
saw you and didn't."

"He did?  How do you know if he didn't... Oh.  I guess you were linked with
him."

"I was watching out of his eyes until they started tearing up.  Why did you go
to the airport anyway?  You didn't even give him a hug like everyone else did."

"He didn't seem to want one," she said with a few sniffs.  "I thought he didn't
care about me anymore, but now..."

"Suzi, if you need to cry again, pull over and let me drive.  I think I
remember how."

"No," she said, speeding up a little.  "I'm okay."

A couple of minutes later, Suzi swerved into Joey's driveway and jerked the car
to a stop, her excitement making her hands shake as she pulled the keys from
the ignition.  

But before getting out, she looked over at me with a big smile and said,
"Thanks, Timmy.  For telling me, I mean."

"You're welcome," I said just as her car door slammed shut.

"Shit, Suz," Joey said from the front door.  "You probably left tire marks on
the driveway from the way pulled in.  Why are you in such a hurry?"

"You want to know why am I in such a hurry?" she said grinning as she walked up
to his face.  "This is why."

Joey stumbled backwards when Suzi threw her arms over his head and kissed him
with every ounce of energy she could put out.  He clung to the door handle
behind him with one hand until he had slid down to the ground, then used that
hand to help hold her against him as they continued to exchange their
passionate and loving kisses.

They didn't even stop when Margaret opened the door to see what was causing the
door to creak, and they ended up blocking the door from closing when Joey laid
down across the threshold, halfway in, halfway out.

"Shit, you two," Margaret said when they finally came up for air.  "Next time
you're going to do that, do it somewhere besides the front door.  I don't want
to have step over you if the house is burning down."

"Sorry, mom," Joey said turning red.

"Now get yourselves off the floor and let me close this door.  Shit, you'd
think we were trying to air condition the whole outdoors!  Oh, I'm sorry Tim.
I didn't see you there," she said after nearly closing the door in my face.

"How do you feel?" Joey said to me after giving his mom a hug for the heck of
it.

"I'm fine.  I wish people would stop asking me that."

"Sorry," he said giving me a friendly pat on the back.

Then he turned to Suzi and said, "I take it you two have been talking about
me?"

"Look in my eyes, Joey," Suzi simply said.  "What do you see in there?"

"I see.. I see.." he said grinning.  Then his smile disappeared and he said in
complete sincerity, "I love you Suzi."

"I know that now.  I'm sorry that Tim had to tell me.   I should have.."

"Shhh.." Joey interrupted.  "Let's forget what we did or didn't do, and just
concentrate on the now.  I swear to you that I have never loved another as much
as I love you."

I left them in each other's arms in the hallway and joined Joey's mom in the
living room watching TV.

"What' wrong, Tim?  Don't you want to be with Joey and Suzi?"

"Sure I do.  But right now they don't have room for someone like me."

"What do you mean they don't have room for you?" she said sitting up concerned.

"Sorry.  Poor choice of words.  What I mean is, they're having an emotional
moment that I can't partake in.  Did you get a satellite dish while I was
dead?"

"What?  Oh.. Uhh, yes.  Yes we did," she replied with difficulty.  

She wanted to talk to me about my problem, but like so many others, she felt it
was inappropriate and was hesitant to do so.  But then she remembered who it
was she was talking too, the little boy who had asked her so many questions
that had required frank answers from her, and so she decided it was time to
collect on some frank answers of her own.

"Tim, your mother told me you were having troubles with feeling emotions, but I
never..  Do you feel any at all?"

"Unfortunately, yes.  But I'm working on eliminating it."

"What?  Why?"

"Because..  Well, right now I'd love to have sex with my best friend's mother,
and I know that isn't something I should do."

"You're serious, aren't you?"  she stammered.

"Of course I'm serious," I said, finding the movie uninteresting as my arousal
continued to grow.  "I don't remember, but have we ever fucked?"

She studied me a few moments, then looked down the hall finding Suzi and Joey
had disappeared.

"Not properly, no," she said in a hushed voice. "I've had dreams.. nightmares
really, where you or Joey changed me back into that creature..  I'm sorry, Tim.
I keep forgetting you don't remember a lot of these things."

"That's okay," I said flatly. "I'm used to it."

"You left some pretty big shoes to fill, so don't let yourself get swamped by
it all when you start feeling like your old self.  Joey, Suzi, Tom and I have
all gone through it, so you can always talk to one of us if you need to, okay?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Con...ner..." I said just as my awareness began sensing
something.

"Tim, what's the matter?" she said with rising concern.

"I think.. I think I better find... Joey."

I nearly stumbled out of the room while my mind continued picking up...
movement of some kind, movement that wasn't there.

"Joey," I called strongly yet not panicky.  "JOEY!"

I heard his reply, then a door opened from down the hall just as I started to
become disorientated.

"Tim, what's wrong?!" Joey said as I dazedly sank to the floor.

"I.. don't know..  I'm dizzy and...  I keep...  feeling something...  Lot's of
somethings...  floating around my.. and your head...  In your head..."

"Awe shit," Joey said, realizing what was happening.  "Tim, listen to me.
You're going to start seeing the symbols, but I want you to promise me you
won't lose yourself in watching them.  You pay attention to what your other
senses are telling you, you got that?"

"Yeah, I got that.  So...  So this is normal?"

"I guess it is for you," he said as Suzi walked up behind him.

"What's going on?" Suzi asked.  "Why are you on the floor?"

"I'm just a little... dizzy," I said before closing my eyes and giving in to
the sensations which were trying to overcome me.

I don't know how long I was out of touch with the outside world, but when I
came too from being engulfed in a sea of symbols, I found myself in bed in a
slightly familiar room.

"This isn't my room," I stated for the record before getting up and walking to
the door.

"This is Joey's room," I continued to say as I walked out into the hall,
dressed only in my boxer shorts with a visible woody that I ignored.

"Well look who's up," Margaret said from the dinner table as I entered the
kitchen.

"How do you feel?" Joey asked, putting down his fork and standing up to help me
if I needed it.

"Hungry, a little stiff, but other than that, I'm fine.  What is that?"

"Spaghetti," Joey's father said,  "Pull up a chair, son."

"Joey, do I like spaghetti?" I asked while I grabbed a chair from the corner
and sat down at the table.

"Yeah, you do.  You love mom's spaghetti sauce.  You used to take some sauce
home with you until you figured out how to make it yourself."

"I would have thought having a preference in taste was an emotion," Tom
speculated.

"I never thought of it that way, and since I definitely do not like spinach, it
must be something more physical than emotional."

I took a bite, then took another, finding the taste to be somewhat familiar.
It was on my third bite when I noticed everyone staring at me, so I said,
"MMMM.. Good," and continued to shovel it away.

I was just about to start on seconds when I started feeling a little dizzy
again, and said so.

"Do you want to lay down?" Margaret said concerned.

"I don't really.. want to even move.." I said, while things swirled around me.

"Shit, dad.  Maybe we should have taken him home like you said," Joey said.

"Too late now," I said as I felt the movements intensify.  "I'm starting to
feel something else going on...  Where's Suzi?" I said, trying to keep my
attention on the outside world like Joey had told me to do the first time.

"Huh?  She went home over an hour ago."

"Oh.  I wonder if she forgot to..." I said before shuddering from the intensity
of the new sensations I was feeling.  "Has anyone watched the weather?  I'm
thinking of going sun bathing tomorrow and want to get a good tan," I randomly
said with some trouble.

"I'm going to call Samantha," Margaret said, getting up.

"Tim, speak to me buddy.  What's goooiiinnnggg ooonnnn..."

Time seemingly slowed to an almost stand still before my very eyes.  Or more
like my mind had sped up to the point where everything around me was no longer
moving.  In fact, I couldn't budge a muscle, even my breathing seemed to have
stopped.

Then just as suddenly, everything returned to its normal speed, my earlier
attempt to move causing me to jerk myself off the seat.  Then as I got back up
on my chair, I became aware of the symbols flying around their heads, and a few
coming at me from Joey.

"Hey, I see symbols everywhere," I said calmly.  "Do you know what they all
mean?"

"Shit, Tim.  You had me scared shitless for a moment," Joey said he sat back
down.  "You're the only one who knew them all as far as I know.  I can decode
one at a time, but you're just going to have to wait until you remember them to
know what they all mean.  It would take me forever to do them all."

"Oh..  Can you pass the sauce please?" I said, deciding to get on with the
business at hand.

After talking to my mom on the phone to reassure her, then eating my fill of
spaghetti, Joey took me home for the night.

"Joey, Suzi said we were lovers at one time," I said while we sped down the
highway.  "We really didn't kiss each other, did we?"

"Heh..  Uhm..  Hmm..  Well?.. Yeah, we did."

"Oh.  Then it was okay that we did?"

"Yeah," he said without commenting.

"Did I ever kiss girls then?" I queried, thinking of the way Eric had kissed me
earlier that day.

"Fuck, yeah.  You weren't no fag, ya know.  I mean.. Shit. Can't you just wait
until your memory returns?  I don't want to bias you accidentally.  You really
don't know how easy it was for you to do that to me when I was recovering from
my wipe."

"But... I just have one more question."

"Oh, all right. What?"

"Do you expect me to ever kiss you again?"

"Shit, Tim.  Why don't you just ask me the million dollar question..."

"That isn't an answer."

"I know it isn't.  Look, right now my mind is still buzzing from what Suzi and
I did today.  Fuck, I'd kiss you right now just because you made that happen,
but it isn't the kind of kiss you're talking about.  I guess the plain and
simple truth is, I don't know."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I'd enjoy kissing you.  It
wouldn't be right."

"I guess then that means we won't ever find out the answer to your question,"
he sighed.  "Well, I know one thing for sure.  I do like kissing Suzi, and I'll
always be grateful for you getting us back together.  Thanks, Timmy."

"You're welcome," I said automatically before sensing the first twinge of
another emotion, one that I couldn't immediately identify.

"By the way, how are the twins?  I haven't seen them yet, and you haven't
mentioned anything about them."

"The twins?  What twins?" I said, trying to remember who he was talking about.

Joey looked over at me in shock, then quickly pulled off the road and jerked to
a stop.

"You mean you haven't seen Joy or Honey since you've been back?"

"Who?  No, I haven't.  Were they our girlfriends too?"

"No.. I mean.. Well no, not girlfriends.  Shit.  I guess I'm coming in with you
after all," he said as he looked over his shoulder and pulled back on the
highway.

I observed he was going at least thirty miles an hour above the speed limit
from that point on, and I was considering saying something when he took an exit
ramp and went a different route than I had been accustomed to.

"Are we still going to the North mansion?" I asked him.

"Yeah.  Shit Tim.  You showed me this way yourself.  It's not any faster, but
it's more fun to drive."

More dangerous, actually.  The curves on that road were very sudden and sharp,
and the one lane bridges made it that much more exciting.  But on that night, I
wasn't finding anything exciting about that road.  All I could see was how big
of a risk he was taking with our lives for apparently no good reason.

But I kept my opinions to myself as we swerved, sped up then suddenly slow down
again, for Joey was enjoying himself and I still was motivated towards pleasing
him just a bit.  He had been my idol for what seemed to me as a long time, so I
just relied on his skill as a driver to get us home safe.

He did just that, but when he pulled up to the garage and honked, I must have
not been thinking straight when I said, "Next time, do me a favor.  Go the
regular way."

"Huh?  You didn't like that?"

"I didn't enjoy the endangerment of our very lives like you did, no."

"Shit, Tim.  I hate to say it, but if your emotions don't show up soon, you're
gonna be a pretty boring guy to hang with."

"At least I'll be around to hang with.  You may not be if you drive like that
all the time.  Do you have any idea how many laws you broke just on the drive
here?  Fifteen, that's how many.  You could have been locked up for.."

"Hey," he said showing a bit of irritation.  "You know what made me hate you so
much before?"

"No, what?"

"I hated you telling me what was right and wrong, what I should and should not
do, that's what.  So don't start that shit with me again.  If I do something to
you that you don't like, then that's one thing.  But other than that, keep you
fucking morals to yourself, you got that?"

"Understood.  However, in this case I must point out that I was in the car with
you, and therefor this falls within the category of.."

"Drop it, Tim.  Just drop it.  I won't drive you anywhere anymore, okay?
Happy?"

"I suppose that will suffice," I said without emotion.

"Good.  Now I need you to shut up for a few minutes so I can cool off.  Shit, I
thought I had gotten rid of these kind of feelings.  You really can piss me
off, you know that?"

I didn't reply, taking his request for silence seriously which it had been.

"On second thought, maybe you being like this isn't such a bad thing," he said
a few moments later with a grin.  "You sure don't argue with me like you used
to."

My mom was already in bed, trying to catch up on some sleep.  Richie wasn't
giving her much peace at night, waking her up with his crying more than a
regular infant would have.

(She had explained to me that I had also been a very troubled baby when it came
to sleeping, but she knew from day one it was because my mind was sensing the
thoughts of others around us.  Apparently neither of us got any decent rest
until we had taken up residence at her old childhood home in the woods.  At the
time she thought the reason for this was because my grandparents farmhouse was
so isolated from its neighbors that I simply couldn't pick their thoughts up.
But I realized later that because telepathy wasn't limited by distance but the
number of minds in between, it must have been something related to what made
the cellar impervious to telepathy and sensing other's thoughts.)

(But taking Richie to the old farm house wouldn't help in this case, for Richie
hadn't been born with his telepathy switched on like I had.  In fact, his
telepathy hasn't surfaced even to this day.  But he does possess the potential
because the coin test says so, and as far as I know, that test has yet to
fail.)

We found my dad in the north study watching a movie that had just been released
in the theatres.  We almost forgot what we were there for, Joey having gotten
caught up in the movie's action the moment we entered the room.

"Dad," I called when the movie had settled down a bit.  "We have a question for
you."

"Oh yeah," Joey said, snapping out of his trance and following me towards the
center cushions.

The movie stopped by the time we reached him, and I was some what surprised to
find him laying against a woman's bare chest while another was at his crotch
sucking away.  At that moment I had a flash back of the first time I had seen
him like that, and barely was able to recall who the twins were from that brief
moment of time.

"Tim says he doesn't know who the twins are," Joey began.  "Where are they?
Why hasn't he seen them?"

My dad's expression darkened a bit as he said, "I sent them away as soon as I
found out that it was Gladius who had taken Tim.  I should have realized it
sooner, but I would have never believed they could have had something to do
with it."

"What do you mean they had something to do with it?"

"Joey, what I'm about to tell you is something that I had sworn to never reveal
to anyone under the terms of my contract with Gladius.  But considering he
broke that contract by using the girls on my own son, I no longer am held to
keeping this to myself.  However, because there are a large number of telepaths
who do not know this about his girls, you can not tell anyone.  Understand?  It
could cause a war between telepaths that would be beyond your imagination."

"Understood," Joey said after swallowing hard.

"Tim already knew this, but I suppose he never told you the girls had seeded
you with their controls."

"They what?" Joey said shocked.  "I know they enslaved me that one time, but
they undid everything right afterwards."

"What they actually did was they planted their controls in you, then restored
your personality on top of it.  Any pair of Gladius's empathic twins could
instantly trigger those controls at any time they wished, making you do
whatever they wanted you to do without any possibility of you recalling the
experience later.  Besides you and Tim, Honey and Joy seeded Eric and a few men
who I needed to.. lets just say I no longer consider them a threat.  But the
twins' ability has been weakening ever since they didn't seed you in that first
fuck."

"Hey, I think I remember something about that," I interrupted.  "Something to
do with... black collars?"

"Yeah," Joey said, pleased with my recalling that event.  "We almost left them
there, standing in front of the mansion holding their collars out in front of
them if I hadn't looked back and saw them."

"Yeah, and then we went in and..  I made you and Suzi my slaves?"

"Only for a few minutes.  Don't worry about it.  It's all ancient history."

"But not to the girls, it wasn't," my dad insisted.  "You don't understand what
they gave up by not seeding you that first time, not to mention the vow of
loyalty to me they broke by taking the collars off.  It was the first time any
of Gladius's girls had ever done something like that, and that's probably one
of the reasons Gladius wanted Tim under his control.

"The only thing I blame the girls for now is breaking their loyalty to me and
Tim in order to regain their full potentials.  I'm not sure of any of the
details of their involvement, but I do know that they triggered their controls
in Eric while another pair triggered Tim's, and I'm fairly certain another pair
did the same with you, Joey.  You already said that some of your memories of
what happened were probably planted by Gladius's girls."

"Yeah.  But how do you know Joy and Honey were involved?  I can't believe they
would be apart of something like this."

"Right after Tim's so called accident, Gladius showed up to convey his
condolences and asked to see how the twins were handling it.  I think Honey and
Joy were feeling guilty about what they did, but I naturally attributed it to
being grief for Tim's death.  So when Gladius offered to take the twins back
with him and restore their strength to help them cope, I didn't think twice
about it.  But now I know it was part of their agreement."

"Dad," I said while he paused for affect.  "I'm remembering more and more about
the twins, and I remember them being very upset about...  about my.. emotional
state?  I have the impression they considered me to be a terminal case.  If
that is true, then they may have believed they were saving my life.."

My dad sat there staring at me while something ran through his mind, then he
suddenly exclaimed, "I believe you're right!  That's what they must have been
trying to explain to me before Gladius took them...  Oh my God.."

"What?" Joey asked as my dad covered his face in grief.

"When the girls came back, they were their old selves, just like before you and
Tim...  My girls..  My baby girls..  How could I have done such a thing?  They
knew they were going to be altered by him, but I just wasn't listening to what
they were trying to tell me.."

"Dad, where are they now?" I asked.

"I've sent them to live at the England mansion when I thought they had betrayed
me.  But everything Joy and Honey were, everything that made them more REAL to
me...  All that is gone.  I didn't know I was killing my girls when I was
grieving for my mother's and son's death."

"Your mother's," I said, not having heard about this.

"About a week before your...  accident, my mother died in her sleep," he said
softly.

"Mr. Grodmen.." Joey said with a look of deep thought on his face.  "I doubt
what Gladius had done to the twins would be any different than what he did to
Tim.  I saw at least two sets of male twins while I was there, and they were
completely under the control of another pair of female twins.  They might have
give them new personalities and memories like they did to Tim.  Since I was
able to restore Tim, then maybe when Tim gets all his marbles back, he can do
something for the girls."

"Dad, I'd like to see them.  I think it would help me remember more about my
empathic abilities now that I remember I even have them."

My dad sullenly nodded his head, then motioned he wanted to be alone.  I
hesitated leaving him like that, but Joey took my arm and directed me to leave
with him by a simply tug.

"Why didn't you want me to talk to him?" I asked when we entered the hall.

"Because I think he'd just get more upset seeing how different you act since
your...  Heh...  Since your death.  You understand what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Good.  So..  If the twins haven't been around to get you off in the mornings,
what have you been doing for sex the past three days?"

"My mom has been taking care of me," I said.

"WHAT!" Joey exclaimed.  Then he saw the inkling of a smile on my face, he
said, "Holy shit!  You were joking!"

"Just a little joke," I said, suddenly losing the humor of the moment.
"Actually, mom has been helping me get better control of my arousal by doing
things like letting me shower with her, or kissing her, or.."

"What do you mean kissing her?  You mean on the cheek?"

"No.  On the lips.  Frenching mostly, but sometimes she makes me practice just
dry kissing."

"Shit.  You know, you're going to have a guilt trip when you get all your
marbles back.  You would have never frenched kissed your mom before."

"That's not what you said on the plane."

"I never said anything about french kissing her.  I was talking about.. you
know.. kisses on the cheeks and stuff."

"Oh.. Well now you tell me.  No wonder she was so surprised.  But she never
said anything about it.  Are you sure I shouldn't?"

"That you will have to decide yourself, amigo.  If Sam didn't say anything
about it, then I guess I shouldn't either," he said, adjusting his pants as he
walked.

"You're horny, aren't you," I stated.

"Yeah," he said with a little grin.  "You?"

"Unfortunately."

"Is there anything we can do about it?"

"Like what?"

"Well, like finding two willing and able servants to fuck."

"I thought you said you would only love Suzi?"

"Suzi doesn't care if I fuck a few of your dad's girls once in a while.  Wait
till you remember the ring slaves, then you'll understand."

"The ring slaves...  Uhm, okay.  Well, if we're going to find someone to fuck,
where do we go?  This place is huge."

"Follow me," Joey said wearing a wicked grin.

We entered the section of the mansion where the house staff lived, naturally
there being several fine looking young women who were quite pleased to line up
nude for us so we could choose.

"Kind of reminds you of old times, eh?" Joey said, feeling a well endowed light
brown haired woman's snatch with his hand.

"Not really.  We didn't get to see them nude until after we had picked them.
Remember that one woman who had padding in her bra?"

"Yeah.  You fucked her anyway, didn't you."

"Well, a cunt was a cunt, and that's all I cared about.  But now..." I said,
giving a bleach blonde's two inch diameter nipples a lick.  "I like a little
more tit to my fuck."

"You know... Your mom's breasts are bigger than they used to be.  I guess she's
breast feeding Richie, huh?"

"Yeah, but just not him." I said.

"What do you mean..  You're kidding me again, aren't you?"

"Nope..  Richie favors her left one, so she lets dad and I share the right one.
It tastes kind of strange at first, but it's really a turn on, if you know what
I mean."

"Shit..  I can't believe you get to..  Man, that would be wild!"

"You want to try it?  I think she'd let you."

"Yeah, man..  Wow..  Okay, I want this one," he said, gently pulling the darkly
tanned brunette with nice firm yet not too large tits by her slit to him.

"Uhm, I think..." I said, glancing between the bleach blonde and a cute
oriental.  "I think..  I guess both of you.."

"Shit, you are horny."

"Well, talking about my mom's tits can do that to me."

We went to my room with our intended fucks, and didn't waste any time getting
stripped and in bed with them.  I was kind of surprised by Joey's immediate
penetration, for it had been the first time I had seen him just start fucking
without any foreplay.  Of course that was what I did myself, having only sucked
the blonde's tits a few moments before sliding into her and going to town.

As I felt my orgasm approaching, I began recalling different things about what
I could do to a woman while we fucked.  I blocked my orgasm from peaking, then
began experimenting with my magic touch, finding how good it made me feel to
give the woman underneath me as much pleasure as I could.

Joey was asleep by the time I had worn the blonde maid out, so I took the
oriental kitchen worker into the bathroom and tried something new.

I suspended the commands which had made her a slave, then as the nineteen year
old woman came to senses, I captured her eyes with mine and started generating
incredible strong emotions of happiness and attraction, using my empathic
abilities in a way I had never considered possible before.

Her fear and confusion disappeared moments after they had formed, then she
reached out and hesitantly touched my bare chest before pressing her hand
against it while rubbing it up and down.

I eased up on the strength of the attraction I was projecting, and when her
hand didn't stop her caresses, I began projecting different emotions just to
see what her reaction was.

While I didn't exactly abuse her, I did cause her a considerable amount of
stress as I played with her emotions while seeking out information on how to
best use these new found powers I had.  Once I had mastered fear and
unhappiness, I primarily focused on the best way to get her want to fuck me
whenever I felt like it without having to directly control her in anyway.

By the time I had worked all that out, she was so tired from her ordeal that I
didn't even fuck her, just restored the slave commands and sent her to bed with
the rest.  But I wasn't about to quit unsatisfied, so I woke Joey's pick and
quickly had her in the bathroom with her mind temporarily free of commands.

She never even formed a single fear before her arousal rocketed at the sight of
my dick.  I had complete control over my own emotions, and thus I had complete
control over her by projecting into her what I wanted her to feel.  

I learned a great deal from that one fuck.  By the time I had allowed myself to
shoot my seed inside her ass, the girl had done every form of sexual
intercourse we could imagine, and I literally had worn her and myself out.

Before I fell asleep, however, I sensed how wrong it had been to play with them
and other girls like that.  They had no choice about it, and I realized that
having the choice was what life was really about.

As I let my eyes close, I understood what Joey's mom had meant.  Filling my own
shoes wasn't going to be easy, but I knew it was inevitable that I would in
time.

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


Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 3 - Tests of One's Character
(no sex)

"Nice to finally meet you, Mr...  Grodmen wasn't it?" Mr. Higgs said, shaking
the hand of my dad.

"That's correct.  I've heard a lot about you from Tim.  I'd like to thank you
for being so... understanding with him.  He's been through a lot, you know."

"Yes, I know," Higgs said, giving me an emotional look that I instantly
responded with a fake but convincing weak grin.

"Where's Joey?" I asked as we sat down.

"I decided it would be best to have separate meetings with you two, seeing how
last year you both didn't get along too well."

"They've reconciled their differences for the time being," my mom answered for
me.  "Joey is for the most part back to being his old self, but..."

"But I'm not," I continued for my mom.  "I may not have all my memories yet,
and emotions still elude me for the most part, but I'm not handicapped by these
things."

"From what I understand," Higgs interrupted before either of my parents could
argue with my statement.  "Your mental and emotional, er, recovery is just a
factor of time, correct?"

"Mental yes," my mother replied hesitantly.

"It's the emotional recovery we're not certain about," my dad continued.  "He's
resisting the return of his feelings."

"I am not," I said calmly.  "I've only had a few emotional sensations since I
woke up, and while I have said I don't wish to restore them, I haven't resisted
feeling them when they happen.  They just don't last very long, and are not
very strong, that's all."

"That may be a problem," Higgs said, sitting back in his chair with a frown.
"I had to have Joey removed from school for a few weeks last year to go through
intensive psychiatric therapy after he exploded in the middle of class and
started throwing the desks around.  If you suddenly have a strong emotional
moment while in class, who knows what you might do.  At least Joey could be
subdued physically.  I don't think anyone could stop you if.. er, if you put
your mind to it."

"Sounds like we will have to go with my idea after all," my dad said
confidently.

"What was that?" Mr. Higgs asked.

"He want's to hire a scholar and copy their high school and college knowledge
into my head instead of me bothering to learn any of it on my own," I replied.

"You said yourself that's what you did half the time anyway," my dad pointed
out.

"Yes, but then what would I do all day?  I liked school, and to simply be
programmed with someone else's knowledge like that seems like cheating on life.
And when I did it before, I always took different portions from different
people so I wouldn't get a one sided view of it all.  Mr. Higgs, I think I
would get a better education here, at school, while I am with my friends than
from some stuffy scholar who doesn't remember what high school was like.

"And to be honest with you, the few emotional moments I've had have all been
positive feelings.  Oh, there is one emotion I've had for almost the entire
time though.  But my mom has been helping me control it and I think I'm strong
enough that you wouldn't have to worry about it."

"What emotion is it?  Fear?  Sadness?  Anger?"

"No, nothing like that.  I just get horny pretty easy, but I know now I can't
just have sex with any girl I like.  I can't say I won't have sex, but I
promise not to force anyone to do it with me."

My dad snorted, and while I and Mr. Higgs had ignored it, apparently my mom
took offense for I sensed her opening a telepathic channel to probably let him
know exactly what she though about it.

(I had spent a considerable amount of time talking about my dad and his
enslaving habits with Mr. Higgs in the years past.  While I haven't mentioned
any of these discussions before, they did take place, so Mr. Higgs knew exactly
how my father felt about my so called "exaggerated code of conduct.")

(I had just recovered that moral code of conduct that morning when I woke up
with a terrified bedmate.  I had forgotten to restore the commands in her mind
after she had passed out the night before, but she still felt emotionally
attached to me even though I was no longer using any sort of emotional or
mental control on her.  This bit of knowledge would prove to be important, but
at the time it only bothered me that I had caused such a thing.)

I sat there with endless patience as Mr. Higgs took a few moments to consider
my words and my parents proceeded to argue in silence. 

When Mr. Higgs was ready, he cleared his throat to speak in an attempt to get
my parent's attention, but didn't bother beyond that since they obviously were
too deep in their silent argument to have heard.

"I'm glad you still feel motivated to continue to go to school, and I would
like nothing more that permit it.  However.."

Mr. Higgs dropped the official principal act and leaned forward with an
apologetic expression.  "I'm sorry, Tim.  I can't take the chance that you're
wrong about your stability.  You haven't had a psychiatric evaluation since you
tried to kill yourself, and even then I wasn't all that sure of her opinion
after you mentioned what you did for her.  Even if you went out and got the top
psychiatrists to say you were as stable and mentally fit as anyone could be, I
would not be able to rule out that someone did not make them think that,
whether or not it was you who did it.

"Another reason is I have never been comfortable about the way you just take
your knowledge from others rather than learning it on your own.  I know you did
attempt to do the work, and you put a decent effort into getting caught up on
your missed assignments, but you have not completed three out of six semesters,
and even taking in account your college credits, you still could not graduate
at the end of this year without me risking my job and possibly ruining my
career as a high school principal.

"That may sound like a cop out to you, but any other principal would say the
same thing given the facts of your situation.  School is about learning as much
as being with your friends and gaining knowledge.  If you had proved to me in
the past you were coming to school to learn as much as to have fun, then things
might be different.  Perhaps your father is right after all.  At least you
would be paying for your knowledge instead of just taking it like you have in
the past."

I sat there stunned, finding even my ability to think disrupted by his words
that I knew came not only out of reason, from his heart as well.

"Are you saying you refuse to allow my son to return to school?" my father
demanded.

"I'm afraid so.  Believe me that I regret making this kind of.."

"Dad," I said, warning him to stop his attempt to alter Mr. Higgs' mind.

"Well?  What do you expect me to do?" he said grumpily after stopping.  "You
want to go to this school or not?"

"Yes, I want to, but not like that," I said calmly.

"Honey, aren't you just a little upset about this?" she said hopefully.

"Mom, right now I am probably experiencing the strongest emotional reaction I
have had since I woke up.  But I am in complete control of myself and I am not
allowing them to have an affect on me."

The door to Higgs office opened at that moment, and a somewhat familiar man
walked in saying, "I'm glad to here it, Tim.  Looks like you just passed your
entrance exam."

"Charles?  What are you doing here?" my mom queried the Inquisitor.

"Samantha, Charles, if you examine your own minds, you will find a memory block
which you placed yourselves after I left your home yesterday.  Please remove it
so you can explain to your son the reason you called me."

"Excuse me, but who is this man?" Mr. Higgs asked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Higgs.  Just give me a moment to undo yours..." the Inquisitor
replied.

"Okay.." I said, realizing I had been had.  "What's going on?  Why did you go
through all this trouble to trick me?"

"I'm sorry, dear," my mother said.  "When I talked to Mr. Higgs on Friday to
arrange this meeting, he told me he would need proof that you could control
yourself."

"That's when she called me and asked me to test you somehow, and after talking
to Mr. Higgs here yesterday..."

"It was mostly my idea," Higgs said, feeling rather proud of himself.  "Before
I could truly consider allowing you back in school, I needed a psychiatric
evaluation on you that I could trust.  I admit that this wasn't something a
psychiatrist would try, but I'm content with its results to trust you can
control yourself for the time being."

"I fail to see how this proves anything," I said.  "If I remember correctly,
Joey was stable for several months before he started to lose control of
himself.  While I don't believe the same will happen to me, none of us can know
whether I won't just suddenly snap and do something I would never normally
consider.  And if you meant everything you said before this... test ended, I
believe your arguments are still valid."

"Tim, you are defeating the purpose of us even testing you by talking that
way," my dad said.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Higgs said with a grin.  "If he hadn't had said
something like that, he wouldn't be the Tim I know."

Then to me Higgs said, "Tim, your mother said Joey's emotional surges during
his recovery were very easy to detect beforehand, and Suzi's parents said the
same thing about hers.  So unless your condition proves otherwise, you are to
report any kind of strong emotions to me immediately and if necessary remove
yourself from the school before you can... explode.  Do you understand?"

"Perfectly."

"If you have any doubts about your ability to follow these... procedures, you
should tell me now."

"I have none of consequence," I said honestly.

"Good.  Then I expect you here tomorrow morning bright and early, but first
there's the matter of making up your finals from last year..."

Even in the emotionless state I was in, those words made wonder if I really did
want to return to school... heh

---------------------------------------------------------------

"Hey," Joey said when I answered the phone later that day.  "Did they let you
back in school?"

"Si," I replied.  "It wasn't easy, but Higgs let me in conditionally."

"Shit.  Sounds like you had almost as hard of a time as I did."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I had to go back to that woman psychologist and get my brain turned
inside out.  Shit, Tim.  You created a monster by helping her figure out her
telepathy.  Oh, do you remember that?"

"Not really, no.  But what did she do to you that makes her a monster?"

"Shit..  I don't know...  I guess she's just really good at poking her nose
into stuff you really don't want anyone know about.  She had me tell her about
what happened this summer and...  Hey, Tim?"

"Huh?"

"Can I come over?  I need to talk to you about some stuff that's bothering me."

"Sure you can.  But I thought you were going to go to Suzi's after she gets out
of school today?"

"I will if this doesn't take too long, but I need to get some things off my
chest after talking to the shrink bitch.  I want you to hear it from me first,
and not from her or someone else."

"Uhm, all right.  I'll be in the kitchen, so just let yourself in, okay?"

When he came into the kitchen about a half hour later, he took a deep breath
and said, "You're cooking spaghetti sauce?"

"Yeah.  It's not gonna be ready for a while," I said while spooning out some of
the excess grease from the top.

"Shit, Tim.  I know you like it, but..." he said as he looked in the huge pot I
was cooking it in.

"I'm going to freeze most of it.  I figured it would save time later...  What's
the matter?  Don't you like it?"

"Haven't you tasted it?" he asked after putting the spoon down he had used to
sample it with.

"No.  I followed the recipe exactly like it said.." I said as I blew on the
spoon of sauce then put it in my mouth.

"I see what you mean," I said a moment later.  "I wondered why it said a cup
and not a teaspoon..  Oh well.  Could you help me dump it down sink?"

He took a hold of one handle, and between the two of us, we carried the ten
gallon pot over to the sink, then ended up putting it back on the stove when we
realized we'd scald ourselves if we tried to dump it while it was hot.

"How about a little mud wrestling while we wait?" Joey suggested.

"Mud wrestling?  Oh yeah.  Uhm, thanks, but I don't want to today."

"Oh.. Then how about we see if the go carts still run?"

"They're up at the North mansion," I simply said.

"All right.  Then lets...  Uhm.."

"Joey, you came over here for a reason, right?  Lets go sit down somewhere so
you can tell me what's on your mind, then you can go to Suzi's like you
planned."

"I.." he started, then saw the emotionless expression on my face and for a
moment looked startled.

But then he sat down at the table, so I took the seat next to him and waited
for him to begin.

"You and I have been friends a long time, and we've done a lot of things
together.  I know you already know that I wasn't myself when I.. did stuff,
but.."

"But?"

"I just need to say that I'm sorry and I'll never betray you again...  Like
every minute I expect you to remember something you can't forgive me for...  I
don't know if anything I say or could do would prove.."

"You don't have to prove anything to me because you already did.  You could
have enslaved me the moment I opened my eyes, but you didn't.  And then you
brought me home when I asked you to, even though you didn't want to go
yourself.  What more proof do I need?"

"Okay, okay.." he said unconvincingly.  "Then what about Suzi."

"What about her?"

"She was your girlfriend first, then you shared her with me.  I love her more
than anything else in my life, but...  I feel like I'm stealing her from you.
Like I'm betray.."

"You are allowing your guilt to control you, Joey.  You are not stealing her
away from me.  She has the right to choose, and she has chosen you.  I don't
have any problems with her being your girlfriend and not mine.  If it makes you
both happy, then that is all I could want."

"What about me?" he said after a hesitation.

"You?"

"Yeah...  Shit, Tim.  Don't you realize how... Time consuming it is to be in
love with someone?  When the three of us were going together, we hardly spoke
to our other friends.  I know if I.. if I let Suzi and I get close again, I
won't spend much time with you like I have been.  I just want to know if you
need me."

"I don't need you," I said a bit too quickly.  "Uhm, let me say that
differently."

"That's okay.  I understood what you mean," Joey said softly.  "But I still
feel like I owe you something."

"Well as long as it isn't a kiss, you can.." I stopped when I realized he had
been considering that exact thing.

"I better get going if I'm going to meet Suzi when she gets home," Joey said a
bit hurriedly as he got up.  "Thanks Tim.  For everything."

"You're welcome, amigo," I said before he left the room without looking back.

As I watched Joey's car go down the drive, I had the feeling that in his own
way Joey had put me through another kind of test.  Strangely enough, the only
thing that bothered me about that was the not knowing...  

What do _you_ think?  Did I pass?
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