This is a repost with a correction.  Sorry folks, but my 
editor returned to the Internet (YAY!!) and she had a minor 
correction that she pointed out was a fuckup on my part 
(boo!).  But I love her and she's great at helpin' me.  See 
if you can spot the difference.

Life continues to fuck me over hard, but I'll keep writing, 
don't worry about that.  Once again, end of bitchfest.  I 
want to think everybody gave me feedback on earlier 
chapters of this story.  As I have said before, I hope to 
prove that I will not fail or falter.  I'm still trying for 
one chapter per month from this point on, but maybe I'll be 
able to do better.  As always, not even I know how long 
this story will end up being, again, we are still only in 
the beginning and I don't know the end of this journey 
anymore than you do.  I will continue to give props to 
CSquared as his is the first story beyond mine that I have 
ever run across, where somebody had telekinesis, but did 
not have the ability of telepathy (always excepting the 
early eighties movie "Zapped!" with Scott Baio, and the 
debate on my end of reality is raging on as to whether or 
not he was mildly telepathic).  But even in Powers there 
are telepaths on hand to pull an Obi-Wan and conveniently 
make everyone forget.  So how much more difficult would 
life be if those with the super-human power to move things 
with their minds couldn't erase the memory from the 
standers-by?  How hard would it be for someone to have pure 
telekinesis, with no telepathy, and no one around to help 
them out?  In short, a world where telekinesis was suddenly 
real, but telepathy was still a pipe dream?  Let's find 
out.  Now, as always, please send any and all comments to 
me.  Suggestions and criticisms will be gratefully 
accepted.  Flames, however, will be ignored.  Please, do me 
a favor and tell me what you think.  After all, it really 
is the only payment we online authors get <g>.

And before I forget, if you like this type of story, I'd 
highly suggest checking out the works of "The Book" series 
by Blackie and "Tim, the Teenaged MC" by Rass Senip.  
Admittedly, they are mostly telepathy with a bit of 
telekinesis, but they are works for the ages.  And then 
there is the newer work, but every bit as good, by 
CSquared, "Powers" which seems to have equal amounts of 
telepathy and telekinesis as time goes by, and I believe it 
will join the previous two as works to be remembered.


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Pure Telekinesis by: Waylan Dagger 
(waylandagger@hotmail.com) (c) 2008


Chapter 5 : The CIA and Going Out

David stopped crying after a long while.  How long, 
exactly, he had no idea, but Ang's small hand brushed 
through his hair the entire time.  With a hiccup, he sat up 
and muttered, "Big man, yeah.  Always crying."

"Sometimes it takes a man to cry," Ang said softly.  "I've 
seen Daddy cry once, fall apart, sobbing his eyes out and 
leaning on Mom."  Her voice gained a sudden sharp edge as 
she continued, "James never cries though.  And he made mean 
comments about Daddy for a week until Mom said that to 
him."  Then she giggled.

"What?" David lifted his head to look up to her face.

"Mom said it was a shame he was still a little boy at his 
age."

David blinked.  Blinked again as her giggles overtook her 
once more.  "He probably wasn't happy..."  His voice 
trailed off as his eyes tracked up to the clock on the 
mantle above the fireplace.  "Ang?"

"Uhm hmm?"

"The first bell just rang at school."

"What?!"  She sat bolt upright, and didn't seem to notice 
as David's head tumbled down into her lap.  "Oh, goddess!"

David pushed himself up and away, trying hard _not_ to 
think of the place his face had just been.

Within minutes they got themselves together and shot out of 
David's house.  Part of a fire truck, the nose of an 
ambulance, and the back of a police cruiser were visible in 
the intersection from his front door.  David took a step 
toward the scene and was halted by Ang's small hand on his 
arm.

"We can't go that way," Ang whispered.  "I don't want Daddy 
or one of his co-workers knowing about you."

David looked down at her, his mouth quirked a little, and 
the question of what "Daddy's" work consisted of was clear 
in his eyes.  Ang looked away and stared at the flashing 
lights instead.

"This isn't the time or place," David thought to himself as 
he nodded toward the woods.  Aloud, he said, "It's half-
hidden, but there is a path there that leads to the 
practice football field and gym.  The stoners use it, the 
part right behind the gym, to light up."

Ang looked at him again and nodded silently.

"In this snow it's going to make us even later," David 
warned.

"That's ok," she said, her voice quiet again, withdrawn.



As they trudged through the surprisingly deep snow, 
especially considering it didn't snow all that often even 
in the deep of winter there, David's mind was on overdrive.  
Finally, it just got to be too much for him.

"What does your father do and why should I be worried," 
David asked at the exact same moment Ang blurted out, "Why 
do you know where to go and get high?"

They stopped and looked at each other, startled.  David 
shook his head to clear it, decided he'd go first, smiled, 
and said, "I have friends in every group, every clique, 
even though I'm a complete outsider and don't belong to any 
of 'em.  I've been invited to share some smoke more than 
once and I always decline.  I prefer a clear mind when I 
have to put up with people like your brother."  Ang blushed 
and looked down and away.  Softly, David said, "Your turn."

Ang bit her lower lip, but still didn't look up at him.  
"Well," she said, hesitantly, "I'm not supposed to know 
about it.  Not even Mom knows what Daddy does for a living.  
She asks sometimes and he just reminds her he can't talk 
about it..."

"But?" David prompted her as her voice trailed off into a 
whisper.

"I got curious."  Ang turned her back to David and wrapped 
her arms tightly around herself.  "Last year I went through 
his desk."  She sighed.  "When I couldn't find anything, I 
got into his laptop.  I guessed at his passwords and got 
them right."

David whistled lowly and she turned to him, fear written 
clearly on her face as her eyes latched onto his chest.  
"If this wasn't so private I know a few computer geeks that 
would bow down and worship you," he said, smiling.

The fear fled from her face and was replaced by something 
David couldn't identify, but the sparkle in her eyes was 
something he knew he'd want to see again.

"You...don't think I'm a geek?"

"Geeks ain't sexy," David said, and immediately wished he 
could learn to sew his mouth shut.

Ang's breathing got much faster, the sparkle in her eyes 
got brighter, even though they stayed fixed on David's 
chest, and she blushed, the red going down and obviously 
past her neck again.  David started to think about the 
invitation to see how far it went, but forcibly grabbed 
hold of his tongue and managed to say, "Your father?" 
instead.

Ang's breathing slowed and she nodded, the flush receding 
and her eyes lost the sparkle David had been enjoying.  "I 
confronted Daddy with what I found.  He denied it at first, 
until I offered to go talk to Mom, that is."  She took a 
deep, steadying breath.  "David, Daddy works for the CIA, 
in a small but deeply classified department."

"The one that made LSD and had the death attributed to it?"

She giggled.  "No, silly.  That department got folded into 
another, and then that new one was closed back when our 
parents were still kids."  She finally looked up, straight 
into David's eyes and his breath caught.  "His department 
may be looking for you after they find out about Jimmy's 
car."

David closed his eyes and groaned.  "Wonderful.  And if 
they find me, find out who did that..."

"Daddy says his staff would triple and his salary would be 
more than double if they ever found anything real."

David shook his head.  "Wonderful," he repeated.  "Just 
wonderful."  He opened his eyes to find that Ang was still 
staring up to meet them.  He almost lost what he was going 
to say, then cleared his throat and asked, "So why are you 
protecting me instead of calling Daddy?"

Ang looked away from David again, turning her head to 
regard the trees, it seemed to David.  "I asked Daddy if 
his job is why we moved from West Virginia to here when I 
was three.  He said yeas and the reason was," and her voice 
took on a false, almost mocking, depth and assumed a 
different cadence as she said, "there are more weirds per 
capita out this way than anywhere else in this country."

David chuckled and said, "So does your being Wiccan or 
Pagan include you as one of the 'weirds'?"  Her eyes got 
wide again and she tracked back up to David's face and he 
said, "Well, I haven't heard that many people say 'goddess' 
instead of 'god' or 'Jesus Christ'."

She giggled, softly but with a hint of her sultry tone.  
"Maybe Daddy should call you Cat too."

David grinned.  "No thanks.  Tiger I could handle, but I 
don't lisp well enough to pull off Cat."

The full throaty, almost sultry chuckle that came from Ang 
thrilled David to his core.  "Wow," David thought.  "I've 
only heard that sound four times and I do believe I'm 
addicted."

The giggling stopped as suddenly and cleanly as if it had 
been sliced with a knife.  David groaned and said, "Not 
again."

"Do you do that often?" Ang asked.

"Before I met you I'd done it exactly two times in my life.  
Both very embarrassing."  He sighed and looked down again 
at Ang.  "Only one thing for it and that is to face it.  
Will you go to dinner and a movie this Saturday with me?"

Ang bit her lower lip again and looked at the ground at her 
feet, then whispered, "You don't need to do that.  I'll 
keep your secret."

"Fuck that!" David shouted.  Ang's eyes went wide and she 
looked up at him again.  "Tell your father afterward, if 
you feel like it, I don't give a damn!  But I want at least 
_one_ date with the owner of that giggle, the holder of 
those wonderful lips, and the girl whose belly thrills me 
beyond compare."

"Oh," Ang squeaked out.  "Uhm... no movie, thank you..."

The pained expression that crossed David's face cut her off 
in mid-sentence.  David, wondering who up there hates him 
so badly, choked out, "I know, it was too much to ask.  
Well, I make a great _friend_.  Just ask around.  A lot of 
girls agree that I'm a wonderful friend, just like one of 
the girls."

Ang stepped forward and reached up to set her left hand on 
David's right cheek.  "David, I don't want to be good 
friends with you."

David winced hard and was about to try to talk again when 
Ang went up on her toes and her cool lips pressed into his 
softly.  He stood, stunned for a moment, then wrapped his 
arms around her small form and tilted his head, gently 
pressing and moving his lips against hers.  A sound that 
sounded to David almost exactly like a purr started coming 
from deep in her throat.  When they finally broke the kiss, 
due to lack of oxygen more than anything else, Ang sagged 
down into his arms and laid her head on his chest.

David cleared his throat several times and managed to get 
out, "Two kisses and I still can't get a date."

Ang's hand lightly smacked his arm as she stood on her own 
again, smiling and looking up at him.  "Not to a movie you 
can't.  There isn't anything playing I want to see."

David had to reach out and steady himself with a nearby 
tree to keep from falling.  "The game?"

"Oh, that's right, they are playing Everett here tonight, 
aren't they?"

David nodded and a deep, smooth, sultry, and somehow evil 
chuckle came from Ang.  "Oh, I can't _wait_ for Jimmy to 
see us together at something I have always refused to go to 
for him!"

David burst out laughing and, a moment later, Ang's light, 
tinkling laughter joined his deeper, rougher sounds of 
amusement.  Ang reached out and grabbed his hand.  David 
thought "Took possession of" would describe the fierce way 
she held on.  They walked the rest of the way to school, 
hand in hand, laughing merrily.



They weren't laughing an hour later, sitting in the 
school's office, waiting for the Principal, Seamus Maherty 
to call them in.

The phone on the desk of Mr. Maherty's secretary beeped and 
she picked it up.  She listened for a moment, nodded, said, 
"Yes, they are still here.  All right," and hung it up 
again.  "You can both go in now," she said to the teenagers 
without looking up and went back to typing.

David stood up and winced slightly as Ang's hand clamped 
down in a death grip.  In fact, they had not let go of each 
other yet.  David smiled at her and whispered, "It'll be 
all right.  You'll see."

Ang swallowed, nodded, and stood up before relaxing her 
grip a bit.  David led her to a door labeled "Principal" 
and opened it with his free hand.  Ang stepped through, 
still gripping David's hand desperately, and David 
followed, letting the door swing shut behind him.

Mr. Maherty was sitting behind his desk, two thin manila 
folders on his desk in front of him.  He frowned and opened 
his mouth, but David, in a lighthearted, casual tone, 
quickly said, "Hi, Mr. Maherty.  Got any new pictures of 
your kids?"

Mr. Maherty's face lit up and he opened a drawer.  "As a 
matter of fact," he said, pulling out a small album, "I do.  
We took the boys fishing for the first time since the last 
time you asked."

David walked up and, still holding Ang's hand, smiled wide 
as Mr. Maherty opened the album.  "Did they shout 'eww' at 
the worms like they did at the pigs last year?" he asked, 
looking at each picture as the middle-aged man turned the 
pages.

Mr. Maherty chuckled.  "At first, yes.  But then they found 
out about the hooks and were so excited and vocal about 
impaling the wriggling things that my wife said 'eww' 
instead."

David chuckled and said, "I remember my mom..." and he 
trailed off as the smile fled from his face, his eyes took 
on an empty, haunted cast, and the grip on Ang's hand 
loosened noticeably.

Ang turned toward David and looked up at him, as her grip 
tightened on his hand, and her free hand came up to touch 
his chest.

Mr. Maherty's face lost its smile as well and, softy, he 
said, "I haven't had a chance to say how sorry I am, 
David."

David nodded and firmed up his grip on Ang's hand, then 
reached across his chest to gently cover her other hand 
with his.  "You were at the memorial.  You said," and he 
paused to take a deep breath, as his eyes closed.  No one 
spoke, waiting for him.  "You said good things.  Thank 
you."

Mr. Maherty nodded and looked from the morose boy in front 
of him to the clearly concerned girl clinging on to that 
boy.  He waited until David opened his eyes again.  "It's 
good to see a girl finally appreciates you, David."  He 
smiled as both teens looked sharply at him, Ang's hand 
dropping from David's chest and David's free hand 
practically snapping to his side.  But still neither 
released the grip on each other's hands.  "Your mother and 
father, and, especially, your sister," Mr. Maherty said 
with a smile and nodded before continuing. "Yes.  Most 
especially your sister.  They would be very happy, I 
think."

David blinked.  "Yvette?" he asked, startled.

Mr. Maherty chuckled.  "She was my student assistant last 
year, David.  You remember that, I'm sure, from the 
numerous times you and the inestimable Johnny were in 
here."

"Was that the Johnny you told me about?" whispered Ang to 
David.

David was unable to hide the slight smile as he nodded and 
whispered back, "Yeah."

Mr. Maherty pretended not to notice as he waited for the 
exchange he couldn't hear, but could clearly see, to 
finish.  "As I was saying," he smiled as two sets of eyes 
napped back to him, "You have no idea what sorts of nasty 
things Yvette mumbled when she thought I couldn't hear.  
All about the girls who 'keep putting David in the friend 
zone' as she put it."

David just stood there, his mouth hanging open.  Before he 
could get anything out, Ang softy said, "He doesn't have to 
worry about that anymore."  Then she blushed and looked 
away as a gob-smacked David looked from her to Mr. Maherty 
and back.

Seamus Maherty just shook his head.  "Possessive little 
thing, aren't you?" he asked Ang.

Ang bit her lip and looked up at the slowly recovering 
David, who was finally getting his mind back into gear.  "I 
don't mind," he said, softly.

David looked down at Ang and they promptly lost themselves 
in each other's eyes for a while, until Mr. Maherty cleared 
his throat loudly.

The two teenagers practically shot apart and both were 
blushing furiously as they looked at Mr. Maherty.  He 
noticed that, while they had just acted like a couple of 
kids that were caught making out on the living room couch, 
they _still_ had a tight grip on each other's hand.  
"Look," he said, trying not to laugh at them.  "You two 
have put me in a seriously awkward position here.  Angela, 
your parents have been frantically calling here, and 
everywhere else apparently, looking for you.  And David, 
your aunt..." and he trailed off with a grimace.

David shook his head.  "Believe me, I know.  I'm taking 
care of that myself, you can safely ignore her."

Ang was staring at Mr. Maherty with a clearly puzzled look 
on her face and David had a moment to wonder what was going 
on before she asked, "Why are my parents looking for me?"

David got control of himself an instant before his mouth 
fell open in disbelief.  Fortunately, Mr. Maherty didn't 
notice the sudden widening of David's eyes.

"Your brother was in a car accident," Mr. Maherty said 
softly.

Ang gasped loudly and brought her free hand up to cover her 
mouth.  "Is he all right," she demanded.

"I was told he was stable and in no immediate danger," said 
Mr. Maherty.  "But when your parents arrived at the 
hospital, they found out you hadn't been found in the car.  
As I understand it, they panicked.  They were afraid you 
had been thrown free and were laying somewhere.  You had a 
considerable amount of the police force beating the bushes, 
as it were, around the sight of the crash for you.  I just 
got off the phone with them, explaining that you had 
arrived here without a scratch.  They asked me to call them 
if you had been in the crash so they could interview you 
and get you checked."

David's brain kicked into its highest gear and he thought 
furiously about how to explain this without lying, and 
without telling the truth.  "Ang came by my house this 
morning and we walked here together," he said, still trying 
to find the best way out of this.

Ang shook her head and David started to panic, deep down 
where it wouldn't show, as he wondered why she wasn't just 
agreeing with him.  She said, "James was driving like a 
maniac, trying to impress his friends.  I made him stop and 
let me out.  I was less than a half mile away from David's 
house so I went there."

"So that is why you are both late?" Mr. Maherty asked, 
drumming his fingers slowly on his desk.

Recognizing that signal from all the times he and Johnny 
had been in this office, David's mind revved up to full 
speed again.  He was running scenarios, trying different 
tactics in his mind, looking desperately for some way to 
convince the now-suspicious Principal.  He opened his mouth 
after less than three seconds but, to his surprise, Ang was 
already speaking.

"Well," she said, "we came through the woods.  I couldn't 
figure out why, since the weather is bein' so weird this 
year and the snow's got so deep back in there."

The tapping increased in speed and force.  "And did David 
tell you why he was taking you through the woods and deep 
snow?"

Ang giggled, not the throaty, sultry sound David was 
familiar with, but one that sounded like it had come 
straight from one oft he airheaded "popular" girls, high 
pitched and unpleasant.  "No.  But I figured it out when he 
asked me out to the game and dinner with him tonight."

The drumming fingers slowed.  "Oh.  And so that's why you 
were an hour late to school, because you were being asked 
out on a date?"

Ang blushed, but David noticed that only her cheeks 
reddened, it didn't creep downward at all.  "Uhm," she said 
and gave out an airhead-giggle again.  "Well.  No.  You 
know..." and the cheek-only blush deepened in color but 
still did not spread.

Mr. Maherty stopped drumming entirely and David heard the 
groan he was almost intimately familiar with as the man 
scrubbed his hand across his face.  "Yeas," Mr. Maherty 
muttered past his hand, "I know."  He dropped the hand and 
looked at Ang again.  "But how am I going to explain this 
to your parents?"

"You don't," David said promptly.

Both Mr. Maherty and Ang looked at him, both with their 
mouths open and Ang lost her cheeks-only blush almost 
instantly.  The looks on their faces were clear to David, 
communicating, "Are you nuts?"

Mr. Maherty finally managed to close his mouth before 
asking, "Would you run that one by me again, but a bit more 
slowly?"

David smiled, first at Ang, then at the clearly frustrated 
Principal.  "You call them up, right now, and say she 
arrived at school and wouldn't give you an excuse as to why 
she was late, saying she'd explain it to them herself.  
Tell them she didn't know about the accident and you are 
sure she wasn't involved, so she is being sent to class.  
Let them know you have arranged transportation for her to 
the hospital if they want her pulled out of school and 
taken there."

Mr. Maherty chewed his upper lip for a moment before 
asking, "What transportation?"

David reached up and touched the bandage in his hair.  "I 
do believe I know the way to Providence General Medical 
Center."

Mr. Maherty sat back, a smile playing about his lips, and 
Ang finally managed to get her mouth closed again so she 
could speak.  "David," she said, softly.  "It sounds 
wonderful, but my mother would never believe I refused to 
tell Mr. Maherty why I was late."

"Sure she would," David asserted, smiling at her.  "You 
just wanted to make sure she was the first one you told 
about your bein' asked out on your first date."

Ang's mouth formed an O of surprise.

Mr. Maherty chuckled and said, "I'm glad all those times 
you came in here with the unforgettable Johnny have been of 
some use to you, my boy.  But what about you two being an 
hour late with no excuse?"

"We do have an excuse," David smirked and pulled Ang closer 
to him via their still-linked hands.  "Just not a parental 
one."

"David," began Mr. Maherty, but he stopped as David used 
his free hand to reach behind himself, pull a can of Diet 
Pepsi out of his backpack, and place it on the desk.

Ang looked at the can, then at David, then at Mr. Maherty, 
and back to the can, clearly confused.  Mr. Maherty broke 
out in laughter and reached for the can.  "Get out of 
here," he said.  "Paulette, ah, Ms. Latham, will give you 
your excuse slips."

David smiled and pulled a stunned Ang out of Mr. Maherty's 
office as the Principal took a drink.



Ang waited until they were out of the office and into the 
hall before asking, "Ok, what was that with the Pepsi?"

David chuckled.  "That's something left over from when I 
was a freshman in his English class.  It's an apology for 
bein' late and a promise that that day in class will be a 
straight A day."

Ang stopped then, making David stop as well instead of 
losing his grip on her hand.  "And the pictures?" she 
asked.

David laughed for a moment before managing to say, "Oh.  
That."  He got his laughter under control and continued 
with a chuckle here and there.  "It was always the easiest 
way out of anything.  The man's so proud of his kids that 
any mention of pictures of 'em has him diving for the 
photos.  He forgets about anything else.

Ang blinked.  "Ok, now I know you are screwing with me."

David shook his head.  "Nope, honest."

Ang tried to look severe but only held it for a moment 
before she smiled and hit his arm lightly.  "You, sir, are 
a terror," she stated, her eyes sparkling again.

David shrugged.  "Standard survival techniques, Ang.  Find 
the weak point and use it to coast.  Makes it tolerable."

Her hand came up to touch his cheek for a moment.  
"Tolerable," she said as her hand fell away and they 
started walking again.  "Has your life been that bad?"

David snorted, not looking at her.  "At home, no, it didn't 
used to be, with my family.  But here?" and his hand swept 
about to indicate the entire school.  "You bet.  You've 
heard the name for me, I'm sure, 'Davey Weirdo'.  And it's 
the nicest name, the one everyone uses when they think 
teachers might be nearby.  You should hear the things I'm 
called otherwise."  Her hand tightened in his as he 
continued.  "Oh, I have friends all over the place, but," 
and he plucked at the shirt that would be considered 
'business casual' in the workplace, "I don't even fit in 
with the preppies, despite how I dress.  I don't fit in 
anywhere."  He looked at her as he opened a door leading 
out of the office and cafeteria building for her.  "Unlike 
you."

"Me?" Ang asked, looking up at him as she stepped through 
the door.

David nodded as the door closed behind him  "Reigning 
Sectional Chess Champion, member of Mensa?  You practically 
lead your clique."

Ang blinked.  "I do?"

David nodded.  "I'd never met you before all this, but I'd 
heard your name.  A lot.  Hell, you should hear John go on 
about 'the Angela Dean'."

"John?" she asked, a bit stunned.

"Jonathan Shaw."

The light went on for Ang.  "Oh!  The Chess Club 
president!"

David nodded. "And member of the Physics Club, the Computer 
Club, and several others I know you are involved in as 
well.  If you listen to him, the sun rises and sets by your 
command and everywhere you walk should be enshrined."

Ang stopped walking again.  Once more, David stopped 
walking as well, but this time he turned to look at her.  
"But," she said, clearly confused.  "But he hasn't said 
anything to me.  _Ever_.  Not even a congratulations after 
Sectionals in Portland."

David chuckled.  "Doesn't surprise me.  You see, he's 
terrified of you."

"Me?" she squeaked.  "Why?"

David grinned.  "You are a girl.  He's terrified of girls."

Ang bit her lip, trying not to giggle.  "But he's 
surrounded by almost every girl in the science clubs, 
almost every meeting.  He's a member of Mensa too, but he 
never says anything.  They all think he's deep and 
mysterious."

"No mystery," David shook his head.  "Pure, stark, staring 
terror.  He couldn't get a word out in that crowd if the 
world depended on it.  I've heard him describe those 
moments before everyone sits down and gets serious.  He 
describes it as," and David's voice took on a slightly 
nasal quality and faster cadence.  "Terror.  So bad my 
balls go into my throat and my flight or fight reflex gets 
confused so bad I can't even think."

Ang chuckled for a moment at David's near-perfect imitation 
of Jonathan Shaw.  "But I've seen him talking to Lisa 
Vess," she countered.

David nodded.  "That's 'cause Lisa is going out with Wes 
Schaffert.  She's safe, because there's no way he'd ask her 
out and get mauled by Wes."

Ang shook her head.  "This is going to require some 
fundamental readjustments in my evaluation of him."

David nodded and shot a look around to make sure no one was 
coming.  "Speaking of readjustments, you want to explain 
the fakery in Mr. Maherty's office?"  He held up his hand 
as she was clearly about to protest.  "Ang, I heard that 
fake cheerleader-giggle, and saw your cheeks blush alone.  
Now, before you answer, remember you're talkin' to me.  I'm 
addicted to that wonderful giggle of yours and I'm still 
wondering how far down your real blush goes."

Ang blushed again and David pointed to the collar of her 
blouse where the redness vanished, but clearly continued 
underneath.  Ang looked down, nodded, and said, "It's my 
mother.  She means well..."

David waited for a moment and then prompted her, "Your 
mother?"

"Well, maybe not my mother," and she paused.   "Actually, 
yeah, it is her.  I think I let some of my defenses from 
home spill over.  You see, when I have to be untruthful at 
home, it tends to be easier if I conform to what she thinks 
I should be.  She's tries hard to let me be myself but 
sometimes..."

David nodded.  "She's intrusive, mistrustful, controlling, 
and can be a bitch when she doesn't get her way."

Ang tried to let go of David's hand but he held on tight.  
"She's not like that at all!" she almost snarled.

"Really?" David asked, watching Ang.

Ang looked up and her eyes met David's.  "Well," she said, 
no longer trying to get away.  "Not all the time.  Not 
about most things."

"Just when the subjects of boys, dating, sex, or any 
related thing comes up."

Ang just looked up at David, stunned.  "What are you, 
psychic along with being telekinetic?"

David shook his head, keeping his eyes locked on Ang's.  
"No.  Not as far as I'm aware, I haven't even gotten a 
glimmer of someone else's thoughts.  I'm just a guy whose 
brain works fast, is somewhat intelligent, and knows other 
girls in your situation.  Usually with both parents, 
actually."

"Oh," Ang said softly.  "Yeah, I keep forgetting how good a 
friend you are to girls."

David rolled his eyes.  "Don't remind me.  Please."

Ang stood on her tiptoes and kissed David very briefly, 
surprising him.  "How many times do I have to say that you 
don't have that problem anymore?"

David nodded slowly, then bent his head down and gathered 
her small form up in his arms, kissing her soundly.  She 
squeaked and held back at first, as startled as David had 
been, but quickly reached up to wrap her arms around him 
and hold him tight.

Neither one of them noticed Mr. Maherty watching them and 
smiling from his office window.  They also didn't notice 
him laughing and shaking his head as they reluctantly broke 
apart, and then even more reluctantly let go of each 
other's hands to head to different buildings for their 
classes.


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Evi's back (yay).  I had a minor hole in my writing 
(sniff).  But she helped me fix it and it's okay now.  So I 
reposted it :)

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