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CAMP - Ron’s Journey

Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey

by WhiteStar



Chapter 3: Ron's Introduction to CAMP



	Ron was in a very chipper mood when he picked up Nikki, who actually
didn't seem to mind having to wait for him.  "Can we, you know, when we
get home?" she asked.  It was so cute the way she wouldn't say it, but
she really wanted to fuck.

	"We'll have to see, Nik.  I'm not sure when Mom's going to get home
tonight.  Plus, Jerry's coming over for tutoring at 7:00."

	"Oh, yeah.  You and your tutoring.  When will we ever..."  She let the
question hang there.

	"Don't worry about that, Nikki.  We'll find the time.  I had as much
fun yesterday as you did."  'Probably more, but I didn't realize that I
was turning my sister into a nympho.'  He wasn't at all unhappy at her
interest in him:  She had a nice body, and a tight, warm pussy for him
to fuck, not to mention her sucking talents.  He could get addicted to
Nikki real fast.  The only problem was, he had another conquest in mind
for the home now.  Mom would be a much tougher case, since he had laid a
restraint on himself.  She had to come to him for the final act of sex. 
He could lead her on and right up to it, but he wanted her to make the
final move on her own, without his... urging.

	As they arrived home, they spotted a man ringing the doorbell at their
house.  They walked up quietly, but he turned their way when they were
still thirty feet away.

	"Ah, excuse me, children.  Do you live here?"  The man was polite, but
he seemed to exude an arrogance that Ron wasn't sure he liked.

	"Yes, sir, we do.  Can I help you?"  Ron had been raised to be polite
to all guests, whether he liked them or not.

	"I am here to speak with Ronald Chaffey.  Is that you?"  Ron sensed
that this guy already knew the answer to this question, but was asking
out of some kind of protocol.

	"Yes I am, but I don't know you.  Who are you, and what do you want?" 
Ron was wary now, but still trying to remain polite.

	"My name is Michael McGavin.  As to what I want, I think it best that
you and I discuss that somewhere other than your front lawn.  It has to
do with some recent... changes... you have discovered in yourself."

	'Oh, shit!!!!  This guy's a fed!  He knows about me!  I'm dead!'

	Apparently, Mr. McGavin could read his mind.  "I mean you no harm,
Ronald.  Please, if we could go inside and talk for a while?"

	Ron didn't see much choice in the matter.  He needed to know what this
guy was about.  "Okay."  They walked into the house, and Ron turned to
Nikki.  "Nikki, go up to your room and do your homework."  Ron
reinforced this with a mental order, and Nicole reluctantly went
upstairs.

	"Very well done, Ronald.  Nice control, and well disguised."

	"Look, who ARE you?  And stop calling me Ronald.  Everyone calls me
Ron."

	"Very well, Ron.  And I told you, I'm -"

	Ron interrupted.  "I don't mean your name.  I mean, who ARE you?"

	"Ah, yes.  well, let's start at the beginning.  Here's my card."



					Mike McGavin

			Corporation for the Advancement of

	         			       Mental Proficiency



					Recruitment Officer



	"Well, that doesn't really tell me anything, Mr. McGavin."

	"Yes, I know.  The company was purposely named that way.  It keeps the
dangerously curious away.  The Corporation, or CAMP, as it is called, is
a private organization devoted to the development of certain mental
skills.  Certain skills that you possess."

	"What makes you think so?"  Ron tried to bluff, but he knew it wouldn't
work.

	"Well, first off, you've already demonstrated them to me, but more to
the point, I've already scanned you.  You have The Ability."

	"The ability to what?"

	"You misunderstand.  The Ability is what we call what you can do.  It
is a much wider phenomenon than what you have discovered so far, but
you're learning.  I did only a cursory scan, but I found enough to know
that you are a genuine Talent."

	"I'm a little confused."  Actually, Ron was a LOT confused, but he was
catching on quick.

	"Okay, let me explain.  CAMP was formed to help people like yourself to
learn to manipulate The Ability.  Many people like yourself in the past
never learned how to use this power, and it sometimes made them go mad. 
CAMP is trying to stop that sort of thing by teaching people with The
Ability how to use it."

	"Okay, what do you want with me, then?"

	"Well, Ron, your power is just emerging.  We like to catch Talents at
this stage, so that they can avoid some of the more devastating
mistakes.  Don't worry, you haven't even touched upon any of those yet. 
My scan would have shown if you had.  What I am here to do is to offer
you a membership in CAMP.  With your membership will come training, and
a large number of people to help you out if you ever get in a jam.  CAMP
has but one inviolable rule, and that is that its' members MUST help
each other when help is needed."

	"What would the training be like?"

	"Well, we would bring you up to one of our facilities for about six to
eight weeks.  We could do it over the summer, so that it didn't
interfere with your schooling.  We try to make the training as
inconspicuous as possible.  Just think, if anyone asks, your mother can
tell them you're away at summer camp, and she'd be telling the absolute
truth!"  Mike chuckled at this.  Ron did find it funny, but was too far
in shock to laugh.

	"Well, I assume you have further questions, Ron, so ask away.  I'll
answer all the questions I can.  There are no secrets regarding The
Ability from the membership.  We do have some secrets regarding the
organization's operation, but you probably don't want to know about all
that anyway.  Go ahead, ask your questions."

	"Okay.  Let me think... Oh!  Is there somebody following me?"

	"You felt that, huh?  I told him to be careful.  Yes, there was.  That
was one of our agents.  He was trying to find out if you were ready for
contact yet.  He's new in the field, and hasn't had enough experience to
be truly covert yet.  Don't worry;  there are no government agencies
hunting us.  We've made sure of this."  Ron understood what Mike meant
by "made sure of".

	"Why did I end up with this thing?"

	"No one knows why, Ron.  We haven't really done any extensive medical
testing, because that's not what we're for, but I can tell you that the
demographics, that is, the type of people who get The Ability, aren't
consistently one type of person.  We get male, female, white, black,
asian, native american, hispanic, all types."

	"Oh!  I just thought of something else, but I'm kind of embarrased to
bring it up..."

	"Look, Ron.  CAMP _does_not_judge_.  We make no rules concerning
lifestyle.  Whatever you want to do with your power, that's your
business, except for one thing, which we'll get to later.  Ask your
question."

	"Well,  I was trying to get my teacher to come on to me by sending her
images.  This had worked with my sister, but it didn't work with her. 
Why not?"

	"That was our doing, I'm afraid.  We needed to know if you had reached
the point of direct motor control."

	"Direct *what*?"

	"Sorry, I'm speaking in jargon again.  We needed to know whether or not
you could directly control her movements, without having the cooperation
of her mind.  As you noticed, she was very upset throughout the process
wasn't she?  Please know, I wasn't observing, but I'm going on past
experiences related to me."

	"Yes, she looked like she wanted to kill me.  But she did what I told
her to do."

	"That was the test.  Our field agent had set up a barrier in her mind
to your images, but not to the direct motor control.  This is one of the
things we look for before making contact."

	"So your agent was watching me while I... um..."

	"Not as such.  He was aware of the teacher's actions, and whether they
were her motivation or yours.  Obviously, he knows what went on, but
that really wasn't his concern.  If you had made her go jump off a
bridge and kill herself, I would still be here."

	"Geez!  Why would I want to make her do THAT!?"

	"Just an example.  And a reminder:  CAMP doesn't judge your
activities.  We only instruct, and help build a community of people with
The Ability.  It helps them through tougher times if they have a group
of people to turn to."

	"Does CAMP ever step in to stop someone doing something?"

	"Well, yes.  If the actions of a member are seen to be destructive to
CAMP, or to the CAMP community as a whole, one of our special Field
Operatives would be sent to deal with the problem.  But we have not had
to do that very often.  CAMP does make one request of its membership: 
that you never run for public office."

	"Why?"

	"It's too easy to tell.  When everybody agrees with you, and you get
everything you want passed,  *somebody* is bound to notice and look into
it.  That's the sort of exposure CAMP doesn't want."

	"I'm sure I've got lots of questions, but I can't think of them right
now."

	"Okay, no problem.  Let's do this:  I need a little info on you,
anyway, so let's get that out of the way.  I've got all your vital stats
from records, but what I need to know is, what applications of The
Ability have you managed on your own up to this point?  No, first, how
long have you been conscious of The Ability?"

	"About a week.  No, since last Friday afternoon, actually."

	"Okay, and you've managed to do what?"  Mike seemed impressed by this
statement, but Ron didn't know why.

	"Well, let me think.... I stopped a bully from beating me up, I got
both my Mom and Dad to agree that Dad wouldn't see me anymore, I made my
sister take her clothes off, then I made her have sex with me.  Oh
yeah.  I have a question about that."

	"Shoot."

	"Why does she think it was her idea?  I mean, I put the image in her
head, but she still thinks it was her idea to have sex."

	"It was the way you did it.  It is a thing called "mental control". 
You changed her thinking to get what you wanted.  Eventually, she will
realize it wasn't her idea, but by then, I imagine you will have
established something beyond the original encounter."

	"Yeah, I've already done that.  Okay,  after that... I made my younger
sister be nicer to me and do some of my chores....Then we all had sex...
No, wait.  There was no mental thing there, that was blackmail."  Ron
smiled at that, remembering yesterday's encounter.  "I've also started
hearing some thoughts, mostly about me, and then there was today with
Mrs. Hayes, and your, what did you call it?"

	"Direct motor control."

	"Yeah, that.  One other thing.  Mom has been acting kind of funny
lately."

	"How so?"

	"Well, I've kinda been doing stuff she would normally object to, but
she isn't."

	"Please be more specific.  What have you done?"

	"Well," Ron squirmed a bit.  He wasn't really comfortable talking about
his plans to seduce his mother.  "I started giving her kisses on the
cheek, which I never did before, and last night I gave her a quick kiss
on the lips.  I thought she was going to say something last night, but
she didn't, she just looked at me, then left."

	"Oh.  That _is_ interesting.  Not many people get to that level so
quickly.  What you are experiencing with your mother is called "Mental
Conditioning".  It differs from mental control in that it is more
permanent, and affects the whole of her brain.  In the course of time,
she will come to accept that your kisses are the normal way things
should be.  I am surprised at this.  For someone only consciously using
his powers for six days, you have developed some remarkable skills.  You
may be one of the most powerful Talents we've encountered.  Really, we
need to get you into the program.  Are you willing to accept
membership?"

	"Well, yeah, but I probably can't afford it.  And I know Mom can't
afford to send me to an eight week school."

	"You misunderstand.  There is no cost on your part.  Actually, while at
the school, you will be given a weekly allowance to spend as you please
in the town where CAMP is located.  We will, of course, need your
mother's approval to bring you to CAMP, but that is only so that she
doesn't call the police on us."

	"In that case-"  Just then, Dawn walked in the door.

	"Hey, Ron!  How are.... who're you?"  She stood, staring at Mike.

	'Dawn, come give me a kiss.'  Dawn walked over to Ron, plopped into his
lap, and gave him a big, open-mouthed kiss.  Ron enjoyed this for a
while, then broke it off.  "Nikki is upstairs.  Why don't you go...
shower?"

	Dawn got the hint.  She whispered, "will  you be joining us?"

	"No.  I need to talk with Mr. McGavin there some more, and Jerry will
be over at 7:00.  Do you know when Mom is gonna be home?"

	"She'll be home at her normal time tonight.  There's nothing special
going on."  With that, Dawn bounced off Ron's lap and up the stairs.

	"You are actually quite good at mental control, Ron.  Well, let me get
out the papers here..."  As he was digging,  Mrs. Chaffey walked in the
front door.

	"Hello, Ron.  Well, who is this?"

	"Mom this is  Mr. McGavin.  He's a..."

	"I'm a CAMP counselor, ma'am."

	"A camp counselor, huh?  Well, what kind of camp?  Whatever it is, it's
probably expensive."

	"No, ma'am.  As I was just explaining to Ron, we are interested in him
because of some of his unique abilities.  We would like to send him to
CAMP during the summer for some additional training that will help him
as he grows up and enters the adult world to be a more focused and
productive individual.  Not that he wouldn't be otherwise, but we
believe that people like Ron, who are already so capable, can benefit
from some additional schooling of a more specific nature.  I don't
really want to try to explain it all...."

	"That won't be necessary.  I probably wouldn't understand it anyway. 
Ron's always been big on Science and the higher maths.  The best I do is
the business math course I took in college.  Well, how much would this
camp cost?"

	Mike let her draw her own conclusion about CAMP's training subjects,
and, as expected, she couldn't possibly come up with what it was really
all about.  "Well, ma'am, actually, the cost to you would be nothing at
all.  Our camp is underwritten by several companies who feel that these
special individuals can become extraordinary citizens of the future,
with just a little extra help.  We will even pay for Ron's travel fees
to get to and from CAMP, as well as a weekly stipend for recreational
use."

	"Well, how long _is_ this camp, and when?"

	"The camp is an ongoing program, but we would obviously want to send
Ron during the summer, so as not to interfere with his normal
schooling.  The session lasts between six and eight weeks, depending on
Ron's progress rate.  The session is on a "set your own pace" basis, so
an exact time can't be given.  I'd like to sign Ron up for our June 15th
session.  That would bring him back here at the latest by August 20th,
and the next school year doesn't start until the 4th of September."

	"Where do I sign?"  Mrs. Chaffey was all too happy to help Ron, though
she would miss him during those eight weeks.  She knew her son was
special:  he was smart, and a hard worker.  She hoped he would get
something out of this camp.  "I assume, Ron, that you want to go?"  This
was almost an afterthought.

	"Yeah, Mom.  I like the camp as he described it to me."

	"Okay."  Mrs. Chaffey signed the forms and handed them back to Mike.

	"Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey.  Now then, Ron and I still have just a few
things to go over..."  Mike looked at Ron, and Ron got the message.  He
looked Mom in the eye and said,  "Mom, could you leave us alone for a
little while?"  Although it was phrased as a question, it carried the
force of an order.  She had no choice but to obey.

	"Okay, Ron.  Dinner will be ready in an hour."

	"What're we having?"

	"Lasagna!"  His mother loved making Italian.

	"Mom makes great lasagna."  Mike's mind seemed to be on something other
than food.

	"Ron, you are one hell of a lucky guy."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Well, I've seen both your sisters, and your Mom.  With all that
walking around, and what you can do...."  Mike just let that go, and Ron
laughed.  "Ron, I don't normally do this, but I think you're up to it. 
I want to give you a challenge."

	"Okay, what?"

	"You've got about two and a half months until you come up to CAMP.  I
want you to try to complete the Mental Conditioning of your mother by
then.  It'll be tough, but I think you can do it.  What do you say?"

	"You don't have to twist _my_ arm!"  Ron laughed, and so did Mike. 
"Hey, Mr. McGavin, why didn't you just tell my Mom to go away?"

	"I'm not allowed to.  This is your home, and these people are your
family.  By the etiquette of CAMP, which you are not expected at this
time to know, I'm not allowed to influence them in your presence.  I may
influence them in minor ways if you're not here, but to do so in your
presence is considered rude."

	"Oh.  I'll remember that.  What if I have questions between now and
when I go to CAMP?"

	"Well, if it's not urgent, just write it down so you don't forget it. 
If it's an emergency, call the number on the back of the card.  You
won't get me, but you'll get somebody who can access your case file, and
give you some good advice.  You are now a member of CAMP.  We will do
all we can to help you.  Thank you for your time, Ron.  I'll be going
now.  See you in June, and I hope you complete your project."

	"I'll sure be working on it."  Ron said with a wink.  'This is going to
be a fun summer.'



End Chapter 3

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