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CAMP - Ron’s Journey

Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey

by WhiteStar



Chapter 4: The Education of Jessica Simmons



	After Mr. McGavin left, Ron went into the kitchen to find his mother. 
She was at the counter, preparing dinner.  Ron walked up behind her and
gave her a hug from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist.  His
mother went stiff for a second, but then seemed to relax, and leaned
back ever so slightly.

	"Ron, you shouldn't do that."  she said.

	"Why not, Mom?"

	She hesitated, unsure of what she was thinking, then, as if her mind
had switched tracks, she brightened a bit.  "Because I can't make your
dinner with you holding me like this."  Ron giggled, and gave a squeeze
before letting go.

	"How come your home early tonight, Mom?"

	"Well, we finished up at the office, and I wanted to make you guys a
special dinner, so I thought I'd come home early.  Anything wrong with
that?"

	"No, I was just wonderin'.  You know I like it when your home." 
'Especially now, with my "project" due in less than three months.'  He
grinned to himself, but his thought was interrupted when the phone
rang.  He went over and answered it.

	"Hello?"

	"Is this Ron?"

	"Yes.  Who am I speaking to?"

	"Ron, this is Mrs. Simmons, Jessica's mother.  She told us that you
would be willing to tutor her.  You also said you wanted to see her
twice a week, is that right?"

	"Yes, ma'am.  Since it's so late in the year, we're going to have to
work a little harder to catch up."

	"Well, I appreciate you taking the time.  Mrs. Hayes said your usual
rate is $10 an hour.  Since she's going to need so much extra help, may
I pay you $15 an hour?"

	"That's not really necessary, Mrs. Simmons.  As a matter of fact,
chances are that our sessions will run longer than an hour each night. 
She will be my last student on both of those nights.  I did that so I
could use as much time as I felt we needed.  The $10 an hour is fine
with me, I don't really think I need more than that."

	"Well.  It is unusual for someone to turn down _extra_ pay.  Will you
at least allow me to pay you for the extra time you spend?"

	Ron wasn't trying to be generous, he was trying to salve his
conscience.  He knew that the "extra time" wasn't going to be spent
*studying*, after all.  "There's really no need for that, Mrs. Simmons. 
I tell you what, if you feel you need to pay me something extra, let's
do this:  wait until the end of the year, and see what Jessica's grade
is.  If it's high enough, then you can pay me a bonus for what you think
my work was worth, okay?"

	"Alright, Ron.  That sounds like a good idea.  That way, we'll know how
much you helped.  You do want to start tomorrow night, correct?"

	"Yes, ma'am.  And the sessions will be here.  Do you have any problems
with that?"

	"No.  Should I?"  she chuckled.

	"No, ma'am, but some parents are a little, concerned, about their
daughters with a teenage guy, if you know what I mean."

	"Well, I trust you, Ron.  Besides, your mother is usually home by then,
isn't she?"

	"Yes, ma'am.  Usually she is home well before eight."

	"OK, then.  No problem.  We'll see you tomorrow."

	"Okay, Mrs. Simmons.  Good-bye."

	"Who was that, Ron?" his mother asked.

	"That was Mrs. Simmons, Mom.  I have a new student starting tomorrow
night."

	"Anyone I know?"

	"Um, no I don't think you've ever met Jessica.  She's in my History
class.  Apparently she's having a lot of trouble with the end of the
year material."

	"Do try not to overload yourself, dear.  That's four students you've
got.  That's quite a lot of extra work."

	"Don't worry, Mom.  I'm keeping up with my schoolwork, no problem. 
This won't be any harder than before."

	"OK, just make sure you're not overworking yourself."

	Just then, Ron remembered that he needed to make sure his mom wouldn't
take any notice of his activities with Jessica tomorrow night.  The only
way to do that would be to program her.

	"Mom?"  He waited for her to turn her head and then he looked directly
into her eyes.  "You will not remember what I am about to say, but you
will obey me...."



	Thursday was pretty uneventful at school.  The "watcher" was gone, and
Ron was getting better at tuning out the "whispers".  On the other hand,
he found that, with a little effort, he was beginning to be able to hear
thoughts that were not about him.

	When History class rolled around, Ron was a little nervous.  he was
worried that his programming of Mrs. Hayes wouldn't hold.  She acted in
a normal fashion, however, going about her business as usual.  When
class ended, Ron reminded Jessica of their appointment, and walked
home.  There was a message on the answering machine when he got there.

	"Ron, honey, I've got caught with an assignment here at work.  I won't
be able to make it home until eight or nine o'clock.  There's some money
on my dresser for dinner, or you can heat up the leftover lasagna,
whatever you guys want to do.  Sorry, I'll see you when I get home. 
Love ya, bye."

	'Well, no big deal there.'  This happened a lot, since Mrs. Chaffey was
a high level executive in her company.  She was often tasked with the
important stuff, and it caused her to be late a lot.  Usually, Ron would
have been annoyed at having to take care of dinner.  On the other hand,
it did allow him some time for Nikki...

	Ron headed upstairs and found Nicole in her room, changing out of her
school clothes.  He snuck up behind her as she was pulling her shirt
off, and put his arms around her, massaging her tits with his hands.

	"Ooooh, Ron.  That feels good."

	"You in the mood, Nik?"

	"I'm always in the mood for _you_, big brother!  But what about Mom,
and Dawn?"

	"Dawn will be home shortly, and she's free to join us if she wants. 
Mom will be late again."

	Ron laid Nikki down on her bed, and slipped her skirt off her hips. 
She lifted up to help him, and she slid her panties down, too.  Now she
was lying on her back, completely naked.  Ron stood up and admired the
view for a second, wondering what he wanted to do.  Then he kneeled down
and maneuvered her around so that his mouth was at her pussy.  He licked
her up and down, then used his tongue to probe her love tunnel.  Nicole
was moaning and writhing around on the bed, and murmuring to herself,
"Yes, that's sooo good, keep it up, Oh, God, that feels great."

	Ron flicked his tongue across her clit, and Nikki shuddered and
screamed, "Oh, Yes!"  Ron continued lashing her clit until he had Nikki
squirming so hard he almost couldn't keep hold of her.  Then he took her
clit into his mouth and began to suck on it.  Nikki's body went rigid as
she climaxed, and Ron lapped up all of her juices.

	When Nikki came down, Ron sat beside her on the bed and said, "Now it's
your turn."

	Nicole was more than willing to reciprocate.  Ron had already pulled
off his shirt, and so Nikki went to work on his jeans.  With his help
she got his jeans off, and then pulled down his underwear.  Eating out
his sister had already gotten Ron quite hard, but he stiffened even
further when Nikki wrapped her little hand around his shaft and started
pumping.  She continued this for a few strokes, then started kissing all
over his shaft.  Ron leaned back and enjoyed the experience.

	Nikki was really enjoying herself.  She was good at this, and knew it. 
She also knew she was making Ron happy, and after what he'd just done
for her, that was the least she could do for him.  She started licking
his cock, and then planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the head of his cock. 
She felt him shudder, and figured he was enjoying the experience, which
he was.  She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and started
swirling her tongue around it.  She knew from their last encounter that
he couldn't take too much of this, so she began sucking more and more of
his shaft into her mouth.  She got almost half in before it hit the back
of her throat.  She was afraid to go any further, though her friend
Danielle had told her that some girls took it all the way down their
throat.  Nicole wasn't sure whether to believe Danielle or not.  Maybe
she ought to ask Dawn.  Nikki stopped thinking about that, and
concentrated on the cock in her mouth.  Ron was really bucking now, and
she figured he was about to come.  She started sucking as hard as she
could, swirling her tongue and pumping on the part of his dick not in
her mouth.  Ron tensed, and came.  And came, and came.  And Nikki
swallowed it all.

	"I see you two just couldn't wait to get started."  said Dawn from the
doorway.  Their was amusement in her voice.

	"Oh... Hi, Dawn" said Ron, gasping just a bit.  "Sorry, we... just..."

	"Oh, no need to explain.  So long as you both saved some for me."

	"No problem Dawn.  I just got him warmed up."  Nikki replied.  "Why
don't you have him eat your pussy?  He's really good at that."

	Dawn got undressed, and Ron laid down fully on the bed.  Nikki was
rubbing him back to hardness, and Dawn straddled his face.  Ron started
licking just as he felt Nikki shift positions on the bed.  He lost his
rhythm a bit as he felt Nikki's hot, tight little pussy engulf his cock,
but he quickly recovered.

	Nikki was too hot to start slow.  As soon as she'd gotten Ron's cock
inside her, she was bucking up and down on it.  She was moving as fast
as her body would carry her, and she was swiftly approaching orgasm. 
Meanwhile, Ron was giving Dawn's pussy a good tongue-lashing, and Dawn
was enjoying every minute of it.  Ron reached up and fondled Dawn's
tits, paying special attention to her nipples.  Watching her brother and
sister like this drove Nikki over the edge, and she came loudly, bucking
and screaming, her pussy squeezing Ron's cock in ways that made him wish
she'd never stop.

	Eventually she did, and she rolled off of him.  Dawn was well
lubricated by this time, and Ron figured she was ready for more.

	"You ready for me, Sis?"

	"Yeah, Ron, but wait... We need a condom."

	"I'll go get it" offered Nikki.  "You two keep going."  That was more
or less Ron's doing, though Nikki might have done it on her own, given
her present state of mind regarding her siblings.  Ron continued to eat
out his sister, paying extra homage to her clit, and Dawn leaned over
and started sucking on his cock to keep it hard.

	Nikki returned shortly with the package, and Dawn opened it.  Nikki
watched as Dawn slowly rolled it onto Ron's cock, making it part of the
sexual experience. Ron enjoyed this immensely.

	Dawn got off of Ron's face and straddled his body.  Nikki held his cock
while Dawn lowered herself onto it.  A deep moan escaped her lips as her
hips made contact with his.  She stayed that way for a moment, making
small little circles with her hips. Then she began pumping.  Slowly she
increased the pace, until her movement was almost a blur.  She leaned
forward to alter the experience, and Ron bent up and took one nipple
into his mouth.  Dawn leaned forward to make his reach easier.  They
kept this up for several minutes, Ron alternating tits, and Dawn
slamming up and down on his cock.  Finally, Ron felt that urge building
up in him.

	"I'm about to come, Sis!"  Dawn increased her pace and started grinding
her hips, so that her clit was making more contact as she slammed down
on his cock.  Just then, Ron lightly nipped one of her nipples with his
teeth while he lightly pinched the other.  Dawn went completely rigid,
and let out a moan that might have been heard next door.  Her pussy was
pulsing on Ron's cock, and that was more than he could take.  He came
for the second time in an hour, and he knew he was spent.  He and Dawn
lay their in each other's arms for a few minutes, but then Dawn got up
to go take a shower.

	"Want to join me, Ron?"  She offered.

	"No, I don't think I'd survive, Dawn!  But Nikki looks like she's ready
for more.  Why don't you take her with you?"

	"Okay."  She came over and gave him one final, deep kiss.  "Thanks,
little brother.  Come on, Nikki, we both need a shower!"

	Nikki and Dawn headed for the shower, and Ron laid on his bed,
wondering whether he'd have anything left for Jessica.  Just the thought
of her caused his loins to stir, so he knew he'd be okay in a couple
hours.



	Jessica arrived promptly at 8:00.

	"Hello, Jessica, give me just a second here.  Okay, Tom.  You think
you've got the hang of it now?"

	"Yeah.  It's a lot clearer now, Ron.  Thanks.  You know, I might
actually get something better than a "D" this year!"

	"You'd better.  My reputation depends on it.  Now our time is up, I'll
see you next week."

	"OK, Ron.  See ya at school."

	"Come on in, Jessica.  Are you ready?"

	"Yeah, I guess."

	"You don't sound very enthusiastic."  Ron looked deep into her eyes and
saw her face blank.  "You will always tell me the absolute truth.  You
cannot lie to me.  You will forget I said this, but you will obey."  Ron
looked away, and Jessica's face cleared.

	"Look, Ron.  Don't tell my mother, but I'm not really having _trouble_
at school.  I simply don't feel like doing the work."  'Why did I tell
him that?  Shit!  Now he'll tell Mom and I'll be in deep trouble.'

	"Hmmm.  I see.  Well, what do you expect me to do about this?"

	"Forget I said it and pretend I'm learning something here."

	"And what will you be doing?"

	"I'll be over at my friend Patty's house."

	"Well.... No, I don't think that's an acceptable answer.  Why don't you
just do the work?"

	"Because it's all pointless.  Who gives a crap about History anyway?"

	"Some famous guy once said 'Those who ignore history are doomed to
repeat it.'  Or something like that."  Just then, Ron heard a low moan
from the room next door.  He glanced at Jessica, but she didn't seem to
notice.  'Good.  My suggestions to her are working.  She won't notice
anything from outside this room.'

	"Look, Ron, I don't really give a shit what some guy said forty zillion
years ago.  I'm not interested in learning this crap!"

	"Oh, but you will be."  At that point he placed his hand on her arm.

	"What the hell are... you....do...ing.....?"  Ron muted her protest
with a mental control.  He wasn't sure if what he was now attempting
would work or not.  He was going to see if he could use Mental
Conditionig on Jessica.  Not to love him, or anything like that, but
since she _could_ understand the lessons, he wanted to see if he could
make her _want_ to understand them, and do them.  He thought that
physical contact helped with this, since all the times he'd affected his
Mom, he was touching her.

	Jessica's face took on a look of concentration, then relaxed as Ron's
mental "suggestions" took hold.  He was turning her into a really good
student, though he couldn't guarantee that she would grasp all the work,
she would _do_ all the work, and he was sure this would improve her
grade.

	After about five minutes, Ron stopped, and let go of her.  She didn't
move for a moment, and Ron got a little worried.  Then she shook her
head, looked at him and said, "I've been foolish lately.  I really need
to get caught up with this work.  Can you help me with it, Ron?"

	'Damn!  It works!  Well, at least it works for now.  Let's see if it
holds throughout the night into tomorrow.'

	"I won't do your work for you Jessica, but why don't you start on it,
and I'll be here if you have any questions.  Go ahead and get started,
and I'll be right back.  Would you like something to drink?"

	"No thanks."  Jessica got busily to work on her History, and Ron
stepped out of his room and down the hall.  He peeked into Dawn's room,
and found Nikki and Dawn in a 69, eating each other's pussies like there
was no tomorrow.  'Well, at least they're enjoying themselves.'  Ron
wondered about the change in them, but wasn't overly concerned.  He
figured that the fact their secret was out freed them up just a bit.  He
headed down to the kitchen to get himself a Pepsi, and the bottle of
honey.  He had plans for Jessica, and he wanted to try something he'd
seen in a movie.

	When he got back to his room, Jessica had already finished the first
section.  It turned out she was a speed reader.  'She could have saved
herself a lot of trouble just by spending ten minutes a day on this. 
Some people.'  Ron really didn't understand people who didn't want to
learn.

	"How's it going, Jessica?"

	"Oh! Ron.  I didn't hear you come back.  It's going okay.  I'm on
section two now."  Ron figured to let her finish section two before he
started her "real" education.  She finished it up in about five
minutes.  Ron looked at his watch, and realized it was only 8:30.  'That
gives me plenty of time.'

	"Jessica, why don't you take a break?  You don't want to work too hard
at it."

	"But I've got so much to catch up on..."  She didn't really want to
stop, but it seemed very hard to go against him.  "Well.... I guess
there is tomorrow night."

	"That's right.  No need to push it, you'll forget more if you try to
cram it all in in one night.  Why don't you go sit on the bed and
relax?"  This was a very unusual request, but again, she couldn't seem
to fight it.  Ron was, of course, manipulating her mind with a constant
stream of orders and suggestions.

	"Why have you been teasing me all year, Jessica?"

	"Because you're such a nerd.  All the girls think you're kinda cute,
but you're always reading something, or tutoring, or doing homework. 
You're just too smart."

	"I see.  Do you think that was very nice of you?"

	"No."

	"What should I do about your behavior, do you think?"

	"I don't know, Ron.  You'll have to decide that for yourself."

	"Do you deserve to be punished?"

	"Well..... Maybe just a little, but I don't know how you would punish
me."

	"Jessica, remove your shirt."

	"WHAT?"  She didn't realize her hands were already doing as ordered
when she said, "I will NOT!"  Then she looked down at her blouse, and
blushed.  It was already fully unbuttoned.  She stretched her arms and
pulled it off.

	Ron was sitting across the room admiring the view.  Just then, he heard
his mother come in the front door.  He wasn't worried about her; he was
sure his commands would hold.  They were holding on everyone else.  He
did, however, call down to her, more to let the girls know she was home
than anything.

	"Hi, Mom!  We're all upstairs!"

	Ron heard her come up the stairs.  "Hi, honey.  Oh, hello, Jessica.  Is
everything going alright up here, Ron?"

	"Sure, Mom.  I think the girls are in Dawn's room talking.  If you'll
excuse us, we have to continue what we were doing."  Jessica thought
this was outrageous: surely Ron's mother would not stand by and leave
her son in a room with a girl who didn't have a shirt on.  But Mrs.
Chaffey left, and Ron closed the door.

	"Thank you, Jessica, for removing your shirt, but your bra is blocking
my view.  Remove it, please."  An extra command had quieted her down, so
that she wouldn't disturb the rest of the household.

	"Ron, don't..."  Again, her hands were doing as ordered.  Ron was
enjoying this.  He was getting better at  'direct motor control'.  He
also liked allowing her to talk during the process.  It turned him on to
hear her beg.  She removed the bra and dropped it on top of her shirt on
the floor.

	"Very nice."  Actually, she wasn't much to look at after what he'd
already seen this week, but he *was* a teenager, and tits were tits. 
Ron walked across the room and began to stroke them, forcing Jessica not
to move with a mental command.  He continued this for a while, but then
grew bored.

	"Stand up and remove your pants and panties."

	"Ron, please, stop this..."  But of course, there was no way in hell he
was going to stop this now.  A whole year of pent up anger was coming to
the surface.  He wasn't sadistic: he knew he couldn't hurt her, but
humiliate her?  That he would do gladly.  As her panties hit the floor
and she stepped out of them, all she had on were her shoes and socks. 
Ron decided he'd let her keep these on.

	"Sit back on the bed, lean against the wall."  She did as she was
instructed, but the look on her face showed the fear she felt.

	"Spread you legs."  She tried to fight this, but it wouldn't work. 
Slowly, inexorably, her legs came open.

	"Now then, Jessica,  We're going to make a little film."  Ron pulled
the video camera out of his closet, and set it up on its' tripod.

"And you are going to be the star."  At this point, Ron took mental
control of her mind.  He needed her to look as if she was completely
into the film.  This was just an insurance policy, in case she ever
threatened him, or if his control over her slipped somehow.

	Ron's new commands started to settle into Jessica's mind, and she
became very hot.  She needed to touch herself.  Her face took on a look
of pure lust.  'Masturbate.'  With that mental command, Jessica's hands
flashed to her pussy.  She rubbed herself up and down to get her juices
flowing, and then started fucking a finger up inside.  Her other hand
wandered up to her breast, and she began kneading what little she had. 
This was really turning Ron on, and he was having trouble sticking to
his plan.  After a few moments, he tossed her the bottle of honey. 
'Pour this over yourself, especially on your pussy.'  He'd seen this in
9 1/2 weeks.  His mother had the movie hidden in her closet, but he'd
long since explored every nook and cranny of her bedroom.  She used the
squeeze bottle to get every bit of honey she could onto her body.  Then
she resumed rubbing herself all over.  It wasn't long before she was
writhing in orgasm.

	At that point, Ron turned off the tape.  That was all he needed for
insurance purposes.  He stripped off his clothes and walked over to
her.  As he did, he released his mental controls, but kept the physical
ones in place.

	"What the he...  My God!  What did I do?"

	"You did what you are still doing, Jessica.  You masturbated on film. 
Now the real fun begins."

	"What are you going to do?"

	"Whatever I want."  Ron grabbed her ankles and pulled her into a lying
position, but with her legs still spread wide.  He moved to her side,
and started licking at her neck, making sure he got all the honey off of
her body.  Despite herself, Jessica's nipples started to harden again
from the feelings he was causing.  Ron noticed this and smiled.

	He finally worked his way to her tits, and spent quite a bit more time
there than he actually needed to.  By the time he moved on, she was
squirming as much as she could with his movement restriction in place.

	Ron slowly worked his way down her body, cleaning off all the honey. 
He skipped over her pussy, and moved down to her lower legs.  He crawled
between her legs, and started to lick his way up.  She was really
thrashing now, and moaning unintelligible words, but they sounded like
encouragements.

	As he approached her mound, she started bucking her hips towards his
face, in an effort to make contact.  He teased her, letting his tongue
make only the most feathery touch on her lips.  This drove her crazy and
increased her efforts tenfold.  Finally, he relented and dove in.  He
lapped up the mixture of honey and love juice, enjoying every drop.  He
ate her out in his best style, using all he had learned from his
sisters.  It wasn't even a minute before she had her second orgasm of
the night.

	After she calmed down, there was a small look of hope in her eyes. 
'Maybe he's done with me now.'  Not a chance.  Her education was just
starting.

	Ron moved up and straddled her chest.  He didn't want to fuck her yet. 
There was too much pressure in his dick: he would come too quickly.  He
had learned that he could last longer the second time.

	"You are now going to suck my dick.  You will _not_ try to hurt me." 
This command, he made sure, carried the force of the Voice of God.  He
was well aware of the teeth in her mouth, and he knew it would hurt A
LOT if she used them.

	"No, Ron, please, don't make me-"  She couldn't talk anymore because
Ron had stuck his dick in her mouth.  This was an awkward position.  For
her, at any rate.  She had to hold her head up to keep his cock in her
mouth.  He fucked her face for only a couple minutes before he blew his
load down her throat.  A mental order to swallow it took care of any
possible mess.  He kept her sucking until he'd gotten hard again, then
he pulled out.

	"I think you know what's coming next, don't you?"

	"Yes.  Please, Ron-"

	"Shut up."  Her pleading had gotten old, but he didn't feel like using
his power to stop her.  He crawled down her until he was even with her
body, and poised himself to enter her.  Then he realized that he hadn't
even kissed her yet.  He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers.  She
responded, and he could taste his come on her tongue.  He wasn't sure
whether he liked the taste or not.  As he was kissing her, he pressed
his cock to her pussy lips, trying to find the hole.  He managed it on
his second try, and he pressed in.  Jessica tensed, but Ron wouldn't
break the kiss.  He fucked her like that for some time, then he
remembered his plan.  Ron had decided that the ultimate humiliation of
Jessica would be something he knew she would resist with all the
strength she could muster.  He pulled out of her and stood up.

	"What are you doing now?"  She knew whatever it was, she wasn't going
to like it.

	"Oh, just getting ready for the next part, that's all."  He walked over
to his dresser and got the jar of Vaseline.  He opened it, and, as he
was applying some to his dick, he said, "Stand up and walk over to the
chair."  She did as she was told, a look of dread on her face.

	Ron walked over to the chair after he figured he had enough lube, and
sat down.  "Turn around."  She did so, and Ron was presented with a
beautiful view of her ass.  He told her body not to move, and she was
frozen in place.  Ron stood back up, bent her over, spread her ass
cheeks, and pressed his cock to her asshole.

	"Nooooooooooo."  She would have screamed if he had let her, but at this
point she had no way of fighting back.  Ron slowly but steadily pushed
himself into her.  When he was fully inside, he sat back down, pulling
her with him.

	"Now, you will fuck me like the slut you are.  You had better make me
enjoy it, too."  There was absolutely no chance that he wouldn't enjoy
it, but he figured a little threat never hurts.

	Jessica started bouncing up and down on his cock, slowly, very slowly
at first, but speeding up as her insides lubed and loosened.  There were
tears streaming down her face now, and Ron found that very exciting.

	Ron was really enjoying himself.  He reached around and grabbed her
tits.  They were small enough that they didn't even really bounce with
her movement.  On the other hand, she had nice nipples that he could
pinch.  This he did, and this seemed to turn her on some.  Then he
reached down and started finger-fucking her while he rubbed her clit
with his other hand.  With this, she leaned back against him and started
moaning.  Ron wouldn't let her slow down her movement, though.  He was
close to coming, and he wasn't about to let her stop now.  He could feel
that tight feeling in his balls, and then it just let go.  he spurted
gobs of come up into her ass, and this, on top of what he was doing with
his hands, sent her over the edge for the third time that night.

	Ron pulled out of her as his cock started to go limp.  He looked at the
clock.  '9:30.  Well, I told them I'd be devoting extra time.'  He got
Jessica dressed, but he only put on his underwear and a robe.  

	"You're going to pay for this, Ron Chaffey.  The police are going to
arrest you."

	"No they're not, Jessica, and do you know why?"

	"Why?"  She said it with venom in her voice, and stared him straight in
the eye.  Which was, of course, precisely what he wanted her to do.  Her
face immediately blanked.

	"Because you're not going to tell them.  You will remember tonight, but
you won't be able to tell anyone what happened.  Whenever you are asked,
you will tell them that we were studying the whole time.  You will not
attempt to give off subtle clues about what happened.  You will act
completely normal.  Also, whenever you think of me from now on, you will
get turned on.  You will remember all of this, but you will not be able
to tell anyone any of it.  Nod if you understand."  Jessica nodded, and
Ron let out a breath.  He just had to hope it held.

	"Now then, Jessica, we're done studying for the night.  I'll see you
tomorrow night, and we'll get to the third and fourth sections, at
least.  Good-night."

	Jessica mumbled "Good-night, Ron."  and walked out the door.  His
commands wouldn't take full effect until she left his house, so her
reaction didn't surprise him.  He wanted her to remember this night, and
all the others that would follow.  He wanted her to react to him like
she would if she had a choice in the matter.  But only inside his
house.  In here, he felt secure.

	Ron wondered where his Mom had got off to, and went looking for her. 
He found her in her bedroom, lying on her bed.

	"Rough day, Mom?"

	"Yeah, Ron.  It seemed like I walked a thousand miles today."

	"Do your feet hurt?  Want me to rub them?"

	"Oh, yes!  Would you?"  This was normal.  Ron was very good at giving
massages.  The family was very appreciative of his talents.  But Ron had
an alterior motive.  He started rubbing her feet, but meanwhile, he was
attempting to make minor adjustments to her attitudes.  He made it so
she wasn't interested in dating, but that she would still get horny.  He
made it so that she would notice his body.  He stopped short of making
her want him:  that was his restriction.  He was afraid he'd have to
break his own restriction in order to complete the project by June, but
he was going to give it a shot.  He continued rubbing her feet until
10:00, and by then his hands were nearly numb.

	"How's that, Mom?"

	"Oh, that was just great, honey.  Thank you very much."

	"Well, I'm gonna go to bed now.  It's been a long day."  Ron leaned
down to give his Mom a hug, and her kiss.  He lingered longer than
before today, wondering what reaction he'd get.

	When he broke the kiss, his mother began to say something. 
"Ronald...."

	"Yeah, Mom?"  He knew she was arguing with herself, and he wanted to
see which way it would go, so he didn't interfere.

	"Good night.  Sleep well, dear."

	'YES!'  "Okay, you too, Mom.  Love ya."

	"I love you too, Ron."



End Chapter 4

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