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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip

Chapter IX:  10th Grade, Fall 1986
Part 5 - The Drug Deal
(mc, mf)

"Hi, is Tracy home?" I asked an unshavened beer bellied man who had answered
the door.

"Yeah, she's here," he said in a husky, almost sleepy sounding voice.
"TRACY! DOOR!" he bellowed.  "She'll be right out," he said and promptly
shut the door in my face.

I was tempted to have him ask me in, but I didn't see what the point would
be.  After all, it took him ten minutes just to tear himself away from the
football game to answer the door the first time.

"HHHmmmm," I sighed, tapping my foot, patiently waiting.  Another five
minutes went by, and I had just about had enough.  I opened the door and
walked right in, making sure no one would notice my entrance.

I made my way upstairs, following the lock I had on Tracy's mind.  When I
reached her room, I opened her door and walked right in, smiling at her
boyfriend as he started trying to cover himself up.

"Who the Fuck are you!" the skull tattooed senior demanded.  "You better get
the fuck out before I fucken kill you."

"Yeah, yeah.  Where did Tracy go.  She was up here a moment ago... Oh there
you are," I said just as she gave out a shriek then dashed back into her
bathroom.

"How did you get in here!" she said from behind the closed door.

"Your dad let me in," I lied.  "I waited until you got done screwing before
I came in here.  We did have an appointment, remember."

"Yeah?" her rather slow boyfriend said, standing up and pulling his jeans
on. "Well, your appointment just got canceled.  And if you don't get the
fuck out of here, you're gonna need an appointment to get your ass
reattached."

"Listen, Squeaky, she came to me to help her brother.  So stop threatening
me or you'll be the one getting an appointment.  With a shrink."

"How are you... SQUEAKY!  You're S O L now, dick head," he said, grabbing me
by the shirt and lifting me up to his face.

I looked in his eyes with a huge grin on my face, waiting and hoping he
tries something.

"Squeaky, put him down," Tracy said coming out of the bathroom rapped in a
towel.

"But Trace!  He's just asking for it.   HEY!  Stop looking at her like
that!"

"Chris, put him down..  NOW!  Scott really needs his help."

Chris dropped me, then gave me a little shove backwards.  I caught my
balance easily, then almost retaliated.  But the dumb ass wasn't worth my
energy, so I pretended he wasn't there.

"Tracy, we need to talk to Scott.  I'm not exactly pressed for time, but
I've been waiting for nearly twenty minutes, and, well...  Could we hurry it
up a little?"

"Scott and his two friends are in his room.  Two doors down on the right.
Just give me a minute to get dressed.." she said, opening the door.

"Okay.  Just don't take all day," I said, leaving the room.

"You too, Squeaky," she said.

"Why me?  And why are two calling me Squeaky?"

I turned around and said, "Oh!  Oh! Ehh!" in a real high pitched voice.  And
after I coughed a few times from the effort, I had to leap down the hall way
and slam Scott's door in Chris's face.

As Chris banged on the door and bellowed his insults, I turned around
towards the three boys who were quickly hiding something from sight.

"Chris.. Shut the fuck up," I commanded when I got tired of hearing him.
"Go down stairs and be a couch potato like Tracy's parents." 

"Uh, yeah...  Okay," I heard him say through the door.

"Sorry I didn't knock, but uhm, Sque.. I mean Chris...  Oh never mind.  Do
yah mind if I hang with you guys for a few minutes.  He's not as stupid as
he looks."

"No one could be that stupid," one of them said.  "Yeah, I guess it's okay."

"Cool.  Hey, did you know that Miss August last year was the sister of Miss
November?  They even have the same tits."

"Uhm, what do you mean?" another one said.

"Oh, come on guys.  I used to do the same thing when I was your age.  I
still do, but only to keep up with the latest shit.  Something about
centerfolds... You just don't out grow them, even when you get to sample the
real thing all the time."

"Yeah?  Uhm, like how many real ones have you seen?" the first one asked.

"Hmm.  I don't know.  A lot.  Oh, by the way.  I'm Tim."

"I'm Scott, that's Darren, and he's Dwight," the first one said.

"Hey Darren, you can zip up and stuff," I said to the silent one. "Like I
said, I used to do the same thing.  Joey and I jerked each other off
everyday for months before I got into doing stuff with Suzi."

The three of them turned red, and Darren continued to sit so his open fly
couldn't be seen.

"Your sister has pretty nice tits," I said.  "Pitty she only lets dick heads
like Chris see them."

"Did you touch them?" Dwight asked with extreme interest.

"Nope.  She came out of the bathroom naked after I walked in her room.  She
shot back into the bathroom before Chris had even a chance to get his
underwear on."

"See?" Scott said.  "I told you they were doing it."

"So?  You promised we would see them do it," Dwight said.

"Yeah, and you said you locked the door too," Darren finally spoke while he
zipped up.

"Sorry," Scott said.

"Hey Scott.  You ever see your sister naked?" I asked.

"A long time ago.  Before she had any boobs."

"You said you've seen them all the time!" Darren said, getting a little
upset.

"Chill, dude," I said.  "Like you've never told them something that wasn't
true.  Like how you played doctor with your cousin."

"Hey!  How did you know about that!" Darren said.

"Your cousin told me," I said.  "Anyway, if Tracy doesn't hurry the hell up,
you all might get to see her tits, live.  What is she do...  Oh brother..
Okay, guys.  Time to have your first real female anatomy lesson..."

I lead the questioning boys to Tracy's door, then whispered, "Listen.  As
long as you don't make any sound, she won't know you're in there.  So stay
quiet!"

I opened the door slowly, and managed to usher them all in and close the
door before they realized what they were seeing.  All three of them gasped,
but Tracy didn't hear them.  Probably because she was too busy frigging
herself.

Tracy was laying on the bed, her panties and jeans were down around her
ankles, while her legs were spread wide for all to see.  She had gotten
dressed, but since she hadn't cum earlier, she decided to finish the job
herself.

I walked up to the foot of the bed and kneeled down, getting a straight on
view into her love canal.  I signaled to the rest several times to join me,
but they never moved away from the door.  So I stood up and was about to
turn to leave when Tracy suddenly noticed me standing there.

I sent the command I had ready in case that happened, causing her to gasp.
The gasp wasn't from shock or surprise, but from the pleasure she had felt
when she realized she was being watched.

She felt my gaze burning holes right straight through her, and her eyes
never left mine as her arousal continued to build.  I smiled a friendly
smile, then turned my head back towards the boys, and Tracy naturally
followed my gaze.

The moan she gave out seeing three more peeking Tims startled her innocent
audience, who then opened the door and fled.  I looked back at the orgasming
female, then just shrugged and followed the boys out, intentionally leaving
the door wide open.

Scott's door was locked this time, so I used my key chain screwdriver to
unlock it.  I sent the commands so they wouldn't see me, and quietly slipped
in.

As I suspected, the three were pounding their little meats like crazy.  But
their fun suddenly came to a halt when Scott opened his eyes for a moment.

I don't know who was surprised more, me or Scott.  He could see me.

"How did you get in!" he said as he quickly snapped his underpants over his
twinky.

"I, uh, just came in," I stuttered.

"Who are you talking too?" Darren said worried.

"But I locked the door.  I'm sure I did," Scott said after giving Darren a
strange look.  He got up and pressed the lock button, then opened the door
which made a satisfying click.  During his inspection, I was madly scanning
his mind trying to find out why he could see me.

"I guess the lock is acting up again," he sighed.  Then he grinned and asked
me, "Did she throw anything at you?"

"Nope," I grinned back.  "I think she almost asked me to join her."

"Wow.  You think she will tell on me?  She did see us, didn't she?"

"Yeah, she saw you, but I doubt she'll say a word.  Unless it's to drop you
a hint she was going to do it again.  I think you will be seeing a whole new
side of your older sister.  Besides the one you just saw."

"What do you mean?  You think she..."

"WHO are you TALKing to?" Dwight asked.

"Are you feeling okay?" Darren added.

"Huh?  What do you mean, who?" Scott said confused.

"Oh, sorry.  Uhm, Scott, don't get alarmed, okay?  I'm gonna do something
kinda weird, but I'm not gonna hurt anyone."

"What are you going...  Darren?  Dwight? What did you do to them!" Scott
said.

"They're asleep.  And so should you, if you weren't somehow immune.  Hmm.
This is going to make things a little harder on you, but.."

"Wake them up, or I'm gonna start SCREAMING!" Scott said getting very
alarmed.

You see, this wasn't something I had given a lot of though about.  I never
had imagined finding someone who was immune to my control this early in my
life, or what I would do if I suddenly found myself unable to flip a little
mental switch inside someone's head when I was losing control of a
situation.

But luckily I did work out a alternative to knocking the kid over the head
with a vase.

"Scott, look at me.  Do I look like I could hurt anyone?  Look deep in my
eyes.  Can you see anything there that would harm you, or your friends?
Look deeper.  See how nice I am?  Nice and friendly Tim.  You can relax, and
let you good friend Tim take care of things.  That's it, just relax.  Here,
I'll help you.  There now.  Sitting on the floor is so much more
comfortable...  And now maybe you would like to lay down too..  That's it...
so peaceful... So relaxed.  Soo...  

"OUCH!" I cried when Tracy banged the door against my head.

"No no.. everything is okay.  Just lay back down and relax... that's it...
nice and relaxed."

"What the hell are you doing," Tracy said in a surprisingly calm voice.

I waved her towards the bed, making her stay silent and still until I
finished with her brother.

"Now, Scott, I want you to trust me.  I'm here to help you with those drug
dealers..  No no, it's okay.  Don't worry.  Timmy's going to take care of
them for you.  That's better.  But I need you to trust me.  I'm not going to
hurt anyone, especially not you.  I can tell you want to trust me.. Trust me
to help you, and be a good friend.. That's it.  You are trusting me,
trusting me more and more.  You can feel the trust grow and grow, trusting
me like you have never trusted anyone.  That's right...  No, now you're
going too far...  We don't love each other..  No..  I'm your friend..
You're my friend.  That's right, buddies...  Okay, Scott.  You're feeling
more alert, and more aware of yourself and your surroundings..  More alert,
feeling even more aware, and now.. you're awake."

Scott sat up blinking slightly, then said, "Wow, that was neat.  Can you
hypnotize anyone?"

"Probably.  Oh, uhm, Tracy, you can move and speak now."

"Scott, are you okay?" Tracy said, immediately getting up and circling
around towards him.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good, then..  RUN AND GET HELP!" she said tackling me as I was trying to
get up.

Scott didn't react right away, then dashed out the door.  But as I gently
laid his sister on the floor asleep, he came back in and said, "Tracy, I
don't think he's.."

"Scott, shut the door, k?  We need to talk," I said as I made her more
comfortable.

"Uhm, you're not going to.. do anything to her are you?" he said after
closing the door.

"No.  Here, help me straighten your pals out so they don't feel stiff when I
wake them later...  Heh, Darren's having a naughty dream about your
sister.."

"He is?  How can you tell?"

"The same way that I also know you're thinking about feeling your sister's
tits when I'm not looking.  The same way I know you're wondering if I'm
reading your mind, and if I am...  a pink elephant wearing a sweater with a
big letter A on it.  Yes, I can hear you.  No, I'm not an angel.  And no, I
don't care if you take a quick feel, but don't take too long."

"Ewww! They're like I thought, just sorta.. smaller I guess."

"Okay, that's enough.  I'm sure you'll get your fair share of squeezing tits
when you get some hair on your dick.  I said that's enough.  Scott, I'm
going to wake her up in three, two, one..  Shit.  Okay.  Wakey Wakey,
Tracy."

Tracy's eyes snapped open, then she immediately said, "Scott!  What the fuck
do you think you're dooooinnggg,  OH!"

"I heard Chris talking about your little buttons you like pushed," Scott
said, giving Tracy's aurora another nibble through her tight shirt.  "If I
ever figure out what knob he was talking about..."

"Scott..  Please... Stop?  You're my.. my.. you're my brothER," Tracy said,
fighting her own arousal at the concept of her brother doing what he was
doing.  It was wrong to her, but incredibly erotic at the same time.

But Scott wasn't fighting his newly discovered source of arousal at all.  If
anything, he was trying make it grow even more.  Even though the idea was
tempting to me, I really didn't want to encourage it while they were on my
time.  I didn't directly interfere however.  Just set things in motion.

"Hey twirp, have you seen Trac...  FUCK!" Chris said when he opened the
door.  "You're going to die, you piece of shit!" he said reaching for the
startled Scott.

But Tracy came to his rescue.

"Chris... I want you...  NOW!  Please?  I gotta have you here, right now!"
Tracy cried, moving her hands to her pants button.

"Oh, for crying out loud," I said. "Chris, put Scott down and get your
skinny ass out of your clothes.  Tracy, go take a shit, then clean your ass
up real good.   Scott, in your sister's room, in her night stand, middle
drawer, inside a yellow box there's a tube of KY and some condoms.  Go get
the box for me, please?"

Scott shot out of the room, excited by the mention of condoms.

"Oh, I'm soooo horny..  Hurry up Chris.." Tracy said from the bathroom.

"You hurry up. You're the one whose shitting," Chris responded.  "Hey, what
the fuck are you getting undressed for?" he asked me.

"Because while your squeaking your head off, I'm going to take her other
cherry."

While Tracy groaned from my words, Chris said, "The fuck you are! No fucken
underclassmen is going to fuck my fucken girlfriend.  So put your fucken
clothes on and get the fuck out of here before I fuck you up."

"But you want me too," I stated.

"You bet your fucken ass I do.  If you don't fucken fuck her fucken ass,
I'll fucken grind your face into the fucken sidewalk."

"Shit," Scott said, hearing the end of it when he came back with the box.

"Oh.. Hurry up you guys..." Tracy said, walking in with her legs spread as
far apart as she could manage.  Her fingers were dipping in and out of her
cunt, and her eyes were fully glazed over with lust.

"Scott, just don't stand there.  You're going to get your first blow job."

"No... I can't give my own brother head....  OHH!!!"

Thinking about blowing Scott had triggered the rise of an orgasm.  I was
planning to build her arousal up to a high point then hold it there, and I
managed to put a cap it before she reached the point of no return.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to taste your baby brother's little cock
while you make Squeaker squeak and I fuck your ass?"

"OHH!!  GOD!!  DO IT!  FUCK ME!" Tracy said, laying on the ground with her
legs straight up in the air, humping her own hand as she desperately tried
to bring her blocked orgasm to blow.

"Women," Chris said before he got on top of her and started humping away.

Scott stood there holding the open box with his mouth hanging slightly open.
He hadn't moved since Chris threw the condom wrapper at him and put the
latex skin on.  Something told me Scott wasn't quite ready to see much more
than he already had.  I sighed and pulled my briefs back up over my
disappointed dick.

"Oh well, I wasn't looking forward to trying out one of these things
anyway," I said to myself as I tossed the condom I had taken back into the
box.

I reset Chris back to his normal "no one fucks her but me" self, and took
the cap off Tracy's orgasm.  When I saw that Tracy had lost her arousal she
had earlier, mostly do to Chris's pathetic fucking, I sat down next to Scott
and pulled him down to sit beside me.

"See how he's doing that?  That is exactly the way NOT to do it.  All he's
doing is trying to get himself off, and not paying any attention to Tracy.
Now watch.." I said, beginning to alter Chris's jerking motions.

I slowed him down and got him to apply more stimulus to Tracy's 'knob', and
had Chris try a little necking, instead of the gung ho full out tongue
feast.

"Hmm, what do you think.  Should I keep him from cumming until she does?
They could be doing it for a while."

"Uhm, I don't know.  Could we wake up Dwight and Darren?  I did promise them
they could see it."

"Okay, but then you and I go and talk while they dirty their minds with it.
I didn't come here to do this."

Once the other two were transfixed by the show, I led the unresisting Scott
out the door, his eyes never leaving the two humping bodies on the floor
until they went out of sight.

We entered Tracy's room and I shut the door.

"Why are you going to help me?" Scott finally asked.  "I've never even seen
you before today.."

"Your sister came to me for the money, and before I found out you were
immune against my, er, influence, I figured when you got older you could pay
us back with your services.  But now... I'm still going to help you, I just
don't know what your end of the bargain will be."

"So.. I'll have to pay the money back to you later?" Scott said
uncomfortably.

"No.  There won't be any money involved.  Scott, I said I'm going to help
you.  And I'll do it for free if it comes down to it.  I just don't want to
get in the habit of doing this all the time without getting something back
for it.  But your case is different than the rest since I can't directly
condition you for something once you agree to do it."

"Oh.  So I'm not going to have to pay anybody?  For any of it?"

"Stop right there, Scott.  If all you can think about is buying drugs with
the money you already have, I'll just leave right now.  Part of the deal is
you never use that shit again."

"UrK!  Never?  But.  I don't know if I can pro.. Tim!  Wait!  I'll try.
Really, I'll try.  But, it's all I think about.  It makes me feel good."

I looked in his desperate face.  Twelve years old, and already addicted.  He
was strongly considering taking the guy's offer and selling the shit to his
class mates to pay back the money he owed.  But Scott didn't realize that at
the rate he was going, he would never have paid it off.  He would have
always owed money, either from the so called interest of his original loan,
or from supporting his own habit.  He had swallowed the bait, and the hook
was imbedded in his intestinal tract.

I picked him up and carried the surprised twelve year old over to Tracy's
bed and tossed him flat on his back.

"STAY!" I said when he started to get up.  "If you move, I'm outta here.
I'll be right back."

I went straight to Scott's room, ignored the two tired and still horny
teenagers,  grabbed the arms of Scott's two friends and dragged them out.

After I got them in Tracy's room, the two pouting boys complained very
loudly until I told them they were in deep shit if they didn't shut up.

I locked the door, closed the blind on the window, and shut the door to the
bathroom.  When I was sure the room was as secure as it could be, I said,
"All three of you, take your clothes off, everything but your underwear, and
no whining!"

Only Scott started to follow orders, and he wasn't moving too quickly.

"Trust me, guys.  It will feel good, and it isn't dirty or gross.  If you
want, leave you pants on for now.  Just take off your shirts and climb on
the bed." I coaxed.  After I took another glance at Tracy's twin bed, I
said, "Then again, maybe we should do this on the floor."

Dwight and Darren looked at each other, then took off their shirts, with
Dwight taking his undershirt off also.  I had them all lay down on their
backs around me so I could reach each of their chests and arms.

"Scott, I'm not sure if this will work with you, but if it doesn't, there's
something else that I know will.  Just relax, guys.  I won't do anything
without letting you know ahead of time.

"Do you remember the first time you looked at a playboy and really liked the
way it made you feel?" I asked.

They all gave positive replies, probably because it hadn't been more than a
few months ago.

"That first playboy, do you still get excited looking at it?"

I got mixed replies, so I said, "When you went to school the day after you
all saw it for the first time, you guys couldn't wait for school to get out
so you could look at it again.  But now, it doesn't really make you that
horny because you looked at it so much you got tired of it.  Especially when
you got a new one, right?"

They agreed to the last part, so I went on.

"I used to do the same thing.  But after looking at so many, they stopped
getting me excited.  I mean, I still enjoy looking at them, but I don't
usually pop a boner just by looking at a Penthouse or Playgirl.  But every
once in a while I do, even though I've seen the real thing and felt better
things than I ever did from looking at the pictures.

"I know this doesn't make sense right now.  But you'll understand in a
little bit.  Scott, I'm going to rub your chest, and try to make you feel
good, okay?"

I started my rubbing, just swirling my hand over his young chest.  As I
thought, I wasn't able to stimulate his nerves to make my caresses feel
better than my physical rubbing provided.  I had already found he couldn't
receive my telepathic messages, and my commands didn't work on him either.
But yet I could read his thoughts and the sensations his nerves transmitted
from any part of his body.  And there was something else I hadn't tried..

"Hey, I'm gotta concentrate for a minute or two, so just hang tight while
I'm doing it," I said, stopping my rubbing.

I focused on finding Joey's mind, searching for its familiar feel and.. hmm,
words fail to describe it.  It's like a seventh sense or something.  Like
Joey's mind had a different 'taste' or 'smell' to it than anyone else's,
just as everyone had their own unique flavor.  I basically used my mental
sniffer to lead me to him.  After I learn their 'scent' I can usually find a
person if they weren't too far away from me.  Actually, the limitation to
this was not distance, but the number of minds between us.  And I want to
stress it resembled the sense of taste more than smell, but we don't use our
tongues as a directional sensory input.  At least I know I don't. 

I found Joey talking to his dad about somehow affording a second car.  I
apologized for intruding, and quickly explained what I was trying to do.
After he formed a share link, I opened my eyes and looked down at Scott.

"Scott, if this works, you have to promise to do only what I tell you to do,
and not play with what I'm going to share with you in a moment.  You
promise?"

"What are you going to do?" Dwight said, getting bored of laying around.

"Yeah," Scott said. "Tell me first, otherwise I can't really promise
anything, can I."

"Fine.  I'm going to try and share my telepathic power with you.  Just for a
little while."

"Your tele.. power?" Scott said uncertain.

"You mean you can read minds?" Dwight said, just now figuring it out.

"So that's how you knew... Hey, you don't read our thoughts all the time, do
you?" Darren asked.

"No," I said to Darren. "But you just gave yourself away, you know.  Don't
worry, your secret is safe with me."  And no, I'm not telling you either.
Well, okay. Since you insist.  But he doesn't wet his bed any more anyway.
At least I hope not.  He's probably married by now.

"Uhm, okay, Tim.  I promise," Scott said, pulling my attention back to the
task at hand.

I had great difficulty forming a sharing link with Scott.  I felt like I was
trying to hold two repelling magnets together.  I could do it, but it took a
lot more effort to keep the link from dissolving.

"Okay, this is harder than I thought it would be, so we'll have to do this
kinda quick.  Scott, look at Dwight and try feeling my hand on his chest.
Don't try making it happen, just pretend like you already can."

I started rubbing Dwight's chest, and after a minute or two of coaxing and
reassuring him, Scott suddenly gasped and said "I can feel it!"

"Good.  Now just keep concentrating on that.  Dwight, I'm going to be
changing how it feels in a moment, just so you know.

"Okay Scott.  You remember what I was saying about the Playboys?  Lots of
things can make you feel good.  But most things only do that a few times
before you get used to it, or get tired of it, or find something better.
Like my rubbing his chest.  It felt pretty good at first, then you two got
used to it.  But it still makes you feel better than if I stop....  See?
Now I start again, and it makes you happier.

"But what if you could do something to make it feel a lot better, like
this," I said, increasing the amount of pleasure he felt from my caresses.

The two boys gasped, and Dwight let out a moan.

"Hey, what about me?" Darren said, feeling left out.

"Don't worry.  You'll have your turn.  Scott.  Hey, snap out of it.  I'm not
doing this for the fun of it.  This feels really good, right?  Okay, I'm
going to put it back to normal now.."

They groaned when I did, and Dwight was going to sit up to complain when he
realized I was still rubbing his chest.  And after the warning look I gave
him, he kept his mouth shut.

"Scott? Keep your mind on what I'm doing.  Does my rubbing his chest still
feel nice?"

"Uhm, I don't know...  Could you do that again?"

"No.  Not on Dwight.  Okay, answer me this.  Now that I stopped rubbing all
together, do you miss my normal rubbing at all?"

"Not really," Dwight admitted.  "I'd rather feel that awesome rub you did."

"Yeah.  Please?  It was cool," Scott begged.

"Just think about this first.  Say I did that to you for five seconds every
day for a week, or a month even.  Do you think you would ever enjoy a
regular rub after that?"

"Uhm, yeah, I guess," Scott replied.  "I mean, it still feels better than
nothing at all."

"But what if I told you if I did do it for five seconds every day for a
month, by the end of the month you wouldn't.  Just like when you got that
second playboy.  The first one just wasn't as good as it used to be.  When
you find something better, other things don't please you as much as they
did.  Even if those five second bursts didn't burn your pleasure center out
a little, little things like chest rubs just wouldn't be worth your time to
feel anymore."

"Hey, when is it my turn?" Darren asked while no one else spoke.

I looked at Darren and thought to him, "If you don't stop asking that, you
won't get a turn. Understand?"

Darren nodded his head, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Dwight, I'm going to do the opposite of what I did before.  It won't hurt.
Just relax and wait it out.  Okay Scott.  This is what Dwight would feel
like for the rest of his life if I did do it for a month."

"Oh.." Dwight said as he felt the normal sensations of his body deaden. I
was simulating my understanding of what Ben felt everyday.  It wasn't
actually painful or overly uncomfortable, just dull and lacking the every
day pleasures.

"Now, do you want to trade a few minutes of intense pleasure for this?"

"No..." Scott admitted.

"Please... stop." Dwight said, fighting the depression he was starting to
feel.

"Just another few moments..  There.  How's that."

"Much better.  Can I sit up now?  I don't want to do that any more."

"Yeah, you're done.  Scott?  Do you understand what I'm trying to show you?"

"I guess.  You're saying if I don't stop smoking those things Kendle sells,
I'll feel like I'm half dead all the time.  But what about Kendle?  If
you're not going to pay him the money, and I don't sell the stuff for him.."

"That's what I really want to talk to you about.  But let me give Darren his
turn before we get into that."

"Uhm, will I have to feel the bad part too?" Darren asked.

"Yep.  You can't laugh if you never cry.  It's the way life works.  If I
only let you feel the good part and not the bad part, you would get
depressed or something on your own.  At least when I do it, you get it over
with.  Ready?"

"I don't want to do it at all then," Darren said.  "I'm happy enough without
it."

"I wish I hadn't," Dwight admitted.  "I'm still feeling kinda numb."

I checked Dwight out just in case I forgot something, but it was only his
imagination and I told him so.  Then I sent a pulse of pleasure through
Darren's body, using the same nerve signals that reward us when we stretch.
Nothing amplified and nothing unnatural, except for the method of triggering
it.

After the two boys went home and I checked on Tracy and Chris, Scott and I
made plans for meeting Kendle the next morning.  I made Tracy and Chris
forget everything about me, but I only made Darren and Dwight unable to talk
about what I had done.  I figured they might have learned something.  No,
I'm not talking about the dirty stuff.



I picked Scott up the next morning in the only car my family owned that
wasn't a limo.  My mom's Buick LeSabre seemed cramped after riding in the
limos all time, but because I wasn't sixteen yet, it was the only car my mom
would let me drive. She almost didn't let me drive it all that day because
it was raining pigs and sheep.  You know.. More than cats and dogs, but not
as much as horses and cows.  (I wonder if it could rain elephants..)

I suppose I missed out on one of life's little experiences.  You see I never
had to learn how to drive.  I just copied the knowledge from a few of the
chauffeurs and instantly became an experienced automobile operator.  And
that's the only reason she let me take the car that day.

Scott went to the same Jr. High school that I had gone to, but I was
surprised how much it had changed in past year and a half.  Actually, I
realized that it hadn't changed all that much, I just had grown taller and
everything seemed smaller than it used to.  Sort of like visiting the first
grader's bathroom in the elementary school.  I couldn't believe how little
the urinal and stuff was.  I remember having to stand on my tip toes just to
take a pee!

Of course there wasn't any little urinals there to judge how much I had
grown, but the lockers, the halls, everything like that appeared different
than I remembered.

Anyway, Kendle was a little man who from a distance appeared to be just a
tall Jr. Higher.  He wore clothes that helped him blend in, and if I hadn't
seen the glint of his money clip, I would of had to ask Scott or scan the
crowd to know which one was him.  Because it was raining, he had moved his
operation into a crowded hallway that didn't have any classrooms along it,
and thus no teachers to worry about.  We had called that hall the blind hall
because you could get away with stuff without the adults seeing it.  But I'm
pretty sure Kendle never tried selling his shit there when I went to that
school.

Kendle had 'hired' a few of the school's bullies to keep order and do a lot
of his work for him.  In fact, Kendle only seemed to hold the money while
his three lackeys did the rest, and didn't come around to do that but once a
week.  While Scott wasn't as big as those three boys, he probably would be
the next year.  And that's when I confirmed my suspicion that Kendle
deliberately mislead Scott into the mess he was in now.

As soon as someone noticed my head coming their way, all the activity
stopped and Kendle seemed to suddenly disappear from view.  When I reached
the dissipating crowd, I walked up to the locker he had been leaning on, and
leaned against it myself.

"Scott here tells me he owes you some money.  I'm here to clear his bill," I
said, not appearing to be talking to anyone.

Scott looked around, trying to see where Kendle was hiding.  Because Scott
was just as short as everyone else there, he hadn't seen what I had.  And
there was also the fact I could sense Kendle's presence behind the modified
locker door I was currently blocking with my body.

"If you know what's good for you, you better be here to pay up," came the
muffled reply a minute later.

I almost let my momentary fear show when I realized he was slipping his gun
out of it's shoulder holster, just in case I planned to turn him in.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" I lied.  "Look, I've got three more stops to
make before I can go fuck a few of my bitches.  So if it's all the same to
you, I'd just like to get this over with.  Do you want the cash or not?"

"Yeah, right.  You're carrying fourteen hundred dollars on your person?
You're either very stupid or.."

"Or very dangerous.  Yeah.  And I'm only paying the original bill plus the
national interest.  That comes out to be three hundred fifty three dollars
and forty two cents. Take it or leave it.  I'd advise you to take it.  I
don't usually pay the interest, but I'm in a generous mood."

"That's very kind of you.  I'll be even more generous.  Give me the money
now, and I'll subtract it from his bill and not charge him the interest on
that portion of his total loan."

"Justin Peter Kass, alias JP Kendle.  Born November first, nineteen sixty
two.  Two arrests in drug peddling, both failed to go to court due to lack
of evidence.  Your net profits have been, shall we say, respectable for the
past six months working the Jr. High market, and you are currently on the
run from police for a crime you actually didn't commit.  Your girl friend is
threatening to throw you out, and you haven't fucked since last Tuesday.
You had cold spaghetti for breakfast, and the last time you took a shit, you
told yourself you needed to eat more salad. Shall I go on?"

"Mister, you have no idea how close you are from death right now.  Now why
don't you move away from the locker slowly before my friend over to your
right cuts your friend's heart out."

"Your friend doesn't look to well.  In fact he's about to pass out..  SCOTT,
tie him up or something.  We'll deal with him later.  Okay boys and girls..
the shows over.  Go on, move along.  Not you three.  Go sit down by those
lockers.

"Kass, it appears I'm going to have to teach you a lesson about respecting
the sanctity of childhood.  Your time is... Shit!  You really were going to
pull the trigger, weren't you!  Okay, no more playing," I said moving away
from the locker.  "Get the fuck out of there!"

The locker door was hinged at the top, which had allowed him to disappear
without anyone seeing the locker open and close like you would normally.
But this time, the locker opened very visibly, Kass having flung it open,
hoping to hit me with it.  He missed, but only because I had leapt out of
the way when I felt his surge of anger.

His gun was aimed straight at me, and he had a deadly fury in his eyes.  He
smiled a viscous little smile, then said, "I think we are going to go for a
little walk."

I imitated his smile and said, "I think you're going to drop the gun and go
with these nice police officers and confess everything you have done since
were born.  I imagine you will be very popular in the big pen.  They like
little boys like you."

The police officer held a gun on him as I reached out and took Kass from his
hand.  I then showed the empty clip to the stunned man, then said, "Look in
your pocket."

Kass did so under the very careful eye of the three policemen who were about
to place him under arrest.  When he saw the bullets he had unknowingly
emptied from the clip,  he looked up and watched me walk away.

"I can't believe you did that," Scott said when he caught up.  "You didn't
say anything about a gun."

"I didn't think he would be stupid enough to have one on him inside a
school.  Well, you'll have to clean the rest of this mess up yourself.  I've
made sure the three guys who were helping him sell the shit tell the cops
everything.  They fell for the same thing you did.  They overspent and then
couldn't pay him back.  Scott, no one remembers anything about me.  They all
think you stood up to him and called him out.  And since my job is done
here, I'll see you in about two years, okay?"

"Uhm..  I guess, uhm.  Thanks," Scott said, not wanting to show he was hurt
at my attempt for a quick departure.

"Hey, Scott?" I called after him. 

"You're welcome!" everyone around him yelled.

His smile faded when he turned around and saw I was gone.  But it didn't go
away all together.  He knew he would get his chance to hang with me, and for
now he was the hero of the day.

I couldn't blame him for wanting to hang with me.  After all, I could make
things happen.  But Scott wasn't ready for my kind of fun, and a part of him
knew that.  He wanted to try a few things out on his own before he joined my
merry group.  He also swore to himself to pay me back some how, and neither
of us dreamed that he would do just that, with interest.  And not with
national interest, but the Kendle kind.


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