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CAMP - Ron’s Journey

Part 2 : Ron Comes of Age

by WhiteStar



Chapter 2: Summer CAMP



	After a short plane ride, and a ride in a limousine, which both Ron and
Jess found fascinating,  they arrived at CAMP.  They entered through a
large gate in a 30 foot high cinder-block wall.  The wall was more of a
big room, surrounding the complex.  It was 20 feet thick, and had guards
walking on top of it.  Ron looked questioningly at Mike.

	"Don't worry, they're up there to keep people _out_, not to keep you
in.  We've had lots of curious people, usually teenagers, try to break
in.  We just got tired of having to deal with them.  Now all the signs
and warnings around the complex make us look like a government research
facility."

	Ron looked around at the compound as they stepped out of the limo. 
There were several buildings, scattered all over an area bigger than Ron
could estimate.  They got into an electric cart, and Mike began the
tour.

	"The compound sits on 40 acres of land.  That's a quarter mile, square,
in case you're wondering.  The main buildings are the dorms, the
cafeteria, the gymnasium, which is where a lot of the physical aspects
of your training will take place, and of course the classrooms.  The
building you see here is the main office.  You won't have cause to go in
there, it's mainly for CAMP personnel.  You'll get a schedule later, but
basically, it goes like this:  get up, eat breakfast, classes until
lunch, eat lunch, then you have a few hours off.  Another class period
until dinner, and a short class period after dinner.  You will have a
few out of class assignments, and of course you will need to practice. 
Of course, the term 'class' is misleading, since it implies a large
number of students.  The likelihood is that there will never be more
than three people in a class, and that only at the beginning.  Since
this school is learn-at-your-own-pace, you will lose classmates as you
either excel or fall behind.  Of course, I don't expect that you will be
falling behind.  Any questions so far?"

	"When do I meet my instructors?"

	"You don't have instructors, just an *instructor*.  You will meet him
shortly.  Tomorrow, you will begin your classes.  The only thing
scheduled for today is an orientation with your instructor, and the
choosing of your test subject."

	"My what?"

	"Test subject.  You obviously need to have someone to try stuff out
on.  Before you say it, yes you could use Jess, but normally we would
have you pick out two subjects.  It allows for conflicting commands to
be tried, which would not be possible in a single subject.  You may, of
course, choose two subjects today, or you can use Jess as one of your
subjects, and only choose one.  That is up to you."

	"I see.  What is there to do for fun around here?"

	"Oh, yes.  That's the one building I didn't talk about.  It's over
there on the right.  The Activity Center is open 24 hours a day.  All
sorts of activities go on in there.  We have an arcade, a pool hall, a
theater, all sorts of things.  You'll just have to explore it in your
free time."

	"Where are we?"

	"I'm afraid I'm not supposed to tell you that.  I can tell you that we
are somewhere in the state of New Mexico, but other than that, it's,
um... classified."

	"May I ask why?"

	"Just a precaution.  We want to keep a low profile, and it helps us if
nobody knows where we are."

	Ron found this odd, but didn't really care. He was only asking out of
curiosity.  He knew that they weren't going to hurt him.  If they'd
wanted to do that, they wouldn't have done things in this manner.  Mike
continued with his tour, until they arrived in front of the gymnasium.

	"Classes start tomorrow for several students, so we've gathered
everyone here in the gym.  Come, let's go inside."

	They all walked into the gym, and Ron stood, transfixed, at the sight
he saw.  There were a couple hundred people, and they were
'everywhere'.  Most were walking around, but the few that drew his
attention were sitting down.  'On the ceiling.'

	"How.... wh....."  Ron couldn't even get out his question.

	"Oh, geez.  I'm sorry Ron, we just didn't think.  Normally, we don't
display parts of The Ability to someone until we try to teach it to
them.  Unfortunately, you didn't follow the normal course.  Usually,
telekinesis is the first skill learned.  Most people learn to manipulate
objects first.  You, on the other hand, seem to focus exclusively on
people, which is a much harder skill.  You see, sitting on the ceiling
is easy for a telekinetic, it's just not very useful.  Those three are
just showing off."

	Ron absorbed this information as his brain tried to assimilate the idea
of walking up a wall and across the ceiling.  He intimated this to Mike,
who corrected Ron on the procedure.

	"No, no.  That's not how they got there.  Here, let me demonstrate. 
Joseph!  Joe, come on down here, please!"  One of the men on the ceiling
pushed himself off and literally swooped down to a soft landing on the
ground.

	"What can I do for you, sir?"

	"Joe, this is Ron.  He'll be starting classes tomorrow.  Ron hasn't
learned telekinesis yet, and I just wanted him to see one of its... less
useful aspects."

	"How do you *do* that?" asked Ron.

	Joe laughed.  "Oh, you'll learn.  It's a lot easier than it looks, but
it's not really very useful in the real world.  I mean, what would
people think if they could see you flying overhead?"

	"Why not just make yourself invisible?  I mean, it's got to be faster
than driving, right?"  Ron thought this was obvious, but he found the
other two people staring at him.  "What?"

	"Ron, nobody here can make themselves _invisible_.  It's just not..." 
Mike stopped, because he realized that Ron had vanished right in front
of him.  A disembodied voice said, "You mean you can't do this?"

	"How in the hell did you DO that?"  Joe exclaimed.  Ron reappeared, and
smiled.  "Just a little something I picked up along the way."  With
that, Ron thought he felt a push at his mind.  He looked around to see
someone staring intently at Jessica.

	"Excuse me?  Can I help you?"  Ron inquired.  Just then Jessica started
walking toward the stranger.  Ron sent her a command, and she stopped,
but it was like a tug-of-war with her mind.

	Then the other man fell to the ground.  Standing behind him was a man
dressed all in black.  He was about 5'8", muscular, with broad shoulders
and a narrow waist.  He wore a black jumpsuit and combat buits.  He had
on a black beret with an unfamiliar insignia on it.  He had just kicked
the other man in the back, and now he was looking very angrily at him. 
The other man turned over and looked up, his face now white as a sheet.

	"James!  Hey, I'm sorry.  It'll never..."

	"Shut the hell up.  You've been warned three times, Tom.  I've wasted
enough of my time keeping you in line.  This time, it goes before the
committee."  James signalled, and two guards, dressed in grey,
appeared.  "Take him to a holding cell."  They escorted him out, and
James came over to greet Ron.

	"Sorry about that.  Some people just can't follow the rules."  James
held out his hand, and then he realized that Ron was staring at him as
though he were Darth Vader.  "My name is James.  I am in charge of
discipline here at CAMP.  May I ask who you are?"

	It took Ron forever just to get out a response, so in awe of this man
was he.  He was physically imposing, yes, but it was his obvious mental
power that had stunned Ron.  "Um... Ron, sir."

	"You can drop the 'sir'.  Around here, we're pretty informal.  Can I
see your sheet?"  Mike handed over Ron's paperwork, and James looked up
in surprise.  "_This_ is Ron Chaffey?"

	"This is him."

	"But... they've got David down as his instructor.  David isn't
qualified for a 12."

	"I don't question the orders, Jim.  I just go where they tell me."  Ron
was looking on in confusion, so James decided to explain.

	"See, Ron, you have already achieved quite a bit of what we would
normally teach here.  Most people who come to us are around a 5 or a 6. 
The number is simply a scale, that starts at one and goes up
indefinitely.  You have achieved a level known as psion-12.  This is
very high, and actually higher than the man they chose to instruct you. 
This is not allowable by the rules of CAMP.  We'll have to find you a
new instructor."

	Mike interrupted at this point.  "But Jim, we don't have any
instructors who are sufficiently above this guy's level."

	"You're right.  The best we've got is a 14, and that's not good
enough.  I think maybe Peter and I should take over this case."

	"You?  You haven't done case work in a couple years."

	"I still know how.  Besides, if this kid is this good now, how good
will he be in eight weeks?  Do you think any of the Talents could teach
him what he's gonna want to know?"

	"No, probably not.  Well, it's your decision.  I guess I'll take my
leave now.  Ron, good luck.  James here will teach you everything there
is to know.  I've got to get back to my normal job.  Good luck, and have
fun."  Ron shook his hand, and Mike headed off.  Ron turned back to
James, and was about to barrage him with questions, when he started on
his own little spiel.

	"Okay, let me explain some things to you.  You've heard some terms
already that I'm sure you don't understand.  Let's go over them one at a
time.  The psion level is easy:  Your average person on the street is a
psion-1.  This indicates no active psionic ability, and very little
passive ability.  The levels increase with what you're capable of doing
up to a psion-18.  Psion-18 means that you can achieve most things from
anywhere in the world, affecting anything else, anywhere in the world. 
In other words, standing here, a psion-18 could roll a rock up a hill in
Sri Lanka.  Anyway, beyond Psion-18, levels are achieved through
friendly competition.  Before you ask, I have achieved psion-46.  No
Talent has ever achieved anything above psion-16.  You may be the first,
your power is strong enough, I think."

	"James, what's with everyone calling me a talent?"

	"Oh, yeah.  There are three groups here at CAMP.  We call them Talents,
Gifts, and Skills.  Talents is the largest group, composed of people who
just naturally have The Ability.  Gifts is a small group, we have about
50 members who are Gifts.  These people were given The Ability by some
event in their life.  The most common seems to be being struck by
lightning, but we can't learn anything from that, since it obviously
doesn't always happen.  Anyway, the last group, the Skills, is the
smallest.  As a matter of fact, there are only three, of which I am
one.  We are referred to as Skills because we actually *learned* how to
control the Ability.  This group is the strongest, because, we think,
they have a more systematic approach to The Ability.  You are a Talent,
but a very strong one."

	"How long did it take you to learn?"

	"Twenty years.  I started learning about it when I started learning
martial arts.  I was in a ninjitsu school, and some of what we learned
was how to achieve intimidation of the enemy.  This is a basic
mind-control technique, and it can be learned by almost anybody.  We
don't know yet if there is some latent ability that allows certain
people to learn how to control The Ability or what, but it is not a
common occurrence.  Oh, just a second.  Pete!  C'mere!"  Pete trotted
over.  He wasn't nearly as impressive as James, dressed in light brown
pants and a T-shirt.

	"Yeah, boss, what can I do for ya?"

	"Pete, this is Ron Chaffey.  We're going to be instructing him
together."  Pete looked Ron over, and, for the first time, somebody
acknowledged Jessica's presence.

	"Who's she?"

	"Oh, sorry.  This is Jessica.  She's my.....  slave."  He still had
trouble with the concept, but he was growing more used to it.  Pete and
James looked at each other, as if communicating, and, Ron realized, they
probably were.

	"We hadn't known you'd acquired a follower yet, Ron.  Very impressive. 
Well, why don't you come with me?  Some of the rest of the tour might be
kind of dull for her.  Pete, why don't you show the lady to their
quarters?"  

	Jess gripped Ron's arm tighter, but Ron gently released her grip. 
"Jess, go with Pete.  I'll be with you later.  Why don't you unpack our
stuff and get everything organized?"

	"Yes, sir."  Jess followed Pete out the door, and Ron and James
continued their conversation.

	"You were saying something, Ron, before that dimwit interrupted you,
about flying being faster than driving.  You're right, but, as I'm sure
they told you, it would be too obvious for people to see you gliding
overhead."  James had not been there when Ron had made himself
invisible.

	"Well, yeah, they said that.  But then I asked them why they didn't
just make themselves invisible, and they all looked at me funny." 
Pretty much as James was doing now.

	"You mean, you can *do* that?"

	"Sure.  It's not even that hard.  At least, not for me.  You mean you
can't do it?"

	"Never tried, really.  It had never occurred to me.  You'll have to
explain to me how you do it.  But, we can get to that later."  Just
then, a group of men in white suits entered the gym.  All the
instructors stopped talking until the men signalled for them to
continue.

	"Who're they?" Ron asked.

	"That's the committee.  They are CAMP's board of directors.  They make
all the important decisions around here."

	"How come they all wear white?"

	"It's kind of a color code for the staff.  You'll notice that
instructors wear whatever they want.  The committee wears all white, the
guards wear grey."

	"And you wear black.  What are you?  I mean, in the company?"

	"I am the committee's only Member-At-Large.  You see, none of the
committee members ever leaves this compound.  It is a decision they made
when they agreed to become a member of the committee.  However, the
committee realized that there would be times when it would need to
directly influence things outside the complex.  That's where I come in. 
It is my job to handle any issues that the committee thinks need to be
taken care of.  I am their trouble-shooter, if you understand that
term."

	"Okay, but if you're a committee member, how come you don't wear
white?"

	"Ever seen anybody look intimidating wearing white?"  James chuckled. 
"It's all part of an image.  I did it so that I'd be easily recognizable
here on campus, and so that normal people would more easily avoid
bothering me.  Mainly I did it because I hate wearing white."

	Ron laughed at that.  They continued on with their talk and tour, until
they reached another, smaller, building.

	"Ron, in here is the holding facility for our test subjects.  It is
basically a first-come, first-served situation, but, since you're _my_
student, I'm gonna let you have first crack at them.  Have you decided
whether or not you are going to use Jessica as a test subject?"

	"I think she'd feel left out if I didn't.  So, I guess I'll just need
one from here, right?"

	"That's right.  Now, when we go in there, take your time.  Make your
decision based mainly on appearance, unless you enjoy changing attitudes
of specific types of people.  The final parts of your training will
involve turning these subjects into exactly what you want them to be, so
don't worry what they're like now.  Of course, some of the girls in here
are real bitches, and, if you like that sort of thing, you can have a
lot of fun messing with their minds and bodies.  But that's all up to
you.  Let's go in, shall we?"

	James opened the door, and, there before them, was a large room full of
women.  All were fully clothed, but, also, all of them were beautiful. 
Ron didn't know how he was going to choose.

	He spent about a half hour, wandering through the room.  Finally, he
stopped in front of one girl who was slumped against the wall.

	"What's your name?"

	"Fuck you."

	"That's a strange name.  Was your mother unhappy to have you?"  Ron was
chuckling, and he could see James smiling out of the corner of his eye. 
The girl, on the other hand, placed a look of contempt and pure hatred
on her face, and kept quiet.

	"I asked you what your name was."  This time, Ron added just a hint of
warning in his voice.  Enough that he knew she caught it, and he could
see it in her eyes:  the beginnings of fear.

	"Megan Watley."  The hate dripped from her voice.  That made up his
mind for him.  Megan was about 5'3" tall, a redhead with light green
eyes.  Her mouth would have been pretty if it hadn't been drawn into a
scowl.  She had ample breasts, a firm ass, and long legs.  She was
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and she reminded him of some of his
older sister's friends.

	"I'll take her" Ron said to James.  James got out a clipboard and found
her paperwork.

	"Good choice.  Let's see:  her name, as she said, is Megan.  She is 18
years old.  A runaway, we found her on the streets.  Her parents have
already presumed her dead.  She is free and clear, and at this point has
no real identity.  We have reworked her identification papers, and we
can rewrite them however you would like when the time comes.  You will
see when you get to your room that, in addition to the master suite,
there are two small bedrooms, one for each of your subjects.  We'll go
there now, so we can drop her off.  Do you need restraints, or how do
you want to handle her?  She's still a little rebellious.

	'Heel.'  He figured everyone understood the basic command given to a
dog to follow.  She did, but was fussing and cursing all the way.  'Shut
up.  You are not to speak until spoken to.'  She immediately quieted
down.  James took note of all of this.

	Finally they arrived at his room.  Upon entering, he noted that the
room had been nicely furnished, with plush carpeting, a king-size bed, a
comfy-looking couch, and several soft chairs.  The couch held particular
interest, as it was the present location of Jessica, who was wearing
very little at the moment.  She rose upon seeing the new people, and
reached for her robe, but Ron stopped her.

	"Don't bother, Jess.  Come here."  James was monitoring the mental
energies in the room, and was surprised to find that Ron wasn't using
any on Jess.  She had actually become a willing slave.  This was very
advanced work.  A debriefing was going to be necessary before they could
decide what Ron needed to learn.

	"Jess, this is Megan.  She is going to be staying here with us.  Have
you chosen which of the smaller rooms you want?"

	"Won't I be sleeping with you?" she asked, with a pouty expression.

	"Sometimes, but not always.  You should choose which room you want." 
Jess picked one, and Ron directed Megan into the other.  He followed her
in, and gave her some instructions so that, other than going to the
bathroom and immediately returning, she could not leave the small room.

	When Ron returned, he asked James, "So, what'll I be learning
tomorrow?"

	"Well, tomorrow will be a debriefing of what you've accomplished before
coming to CAMP.  This gives us a basis to judge your level of
achievement when you leave.  Then, in the afternoon, we'll begin classes
on mental self-defense."

	"What's that?"

	"The ability to protect yourself and others from mental attack."  James
saw the look of surprise on Ron's face.  "Don't worry, almost nobody
thinks of it on their own.  It's actually my invention.  It is a
necessary skill, though, so that you can protect yourself from the evil
psionics out there, and, yes, there are some.  Now then, I'll leave you
all alone to get acquainted and settled in.  You know where the
cafeteria is, right?  Good.  I'll pick you up here tomorrow at nine
o'clock.  See you then."



	Over the next weeks, Ron learned many useful things.  He learned about
mental defense, and forms of mental control over his own body, to affect
healing, and repair.  Ron always had either Jess or Megan with him
during his classes.  On the day he learned about telekinesis,  Megan
happened to be the one who was with him.  Ron hadn't touched Megan yet,
it was just more trouble than it was worth.  Jess was always eager to
please, and so Ron had settled for her attentions.  Not that he wasn't
interested in Megan, just that he felt he could wait until she was a
little more friendly.

	Pete was instructing Ron today, saying that James had gone off on an
assignment, and probably wouldn't be back until the end of the week.

	Pete set a small crystal on the table in front of Ron, and it seemed to
magically move over to him.  "Okay, Ron.  I want you to use your mind to
push the crystal back to me.  I'm not going to be fighting you on this,
it's just you and the crystal."  Ron had read the manual on this, but he
hadn't actually tried it yet.  They had warned him not to try a
completely new thing for the first time alone.  At least, not while at
CAMP, anyway.  Ron concentrated on the crystal, and it began to
vibrate.  He concentrated harder, and all of a sudden, the crystal took
off across the room and embedded itself into the wall.

	"Geez, Ron!  You're using enough psi-power to move a small office
building!  You need to ease up, your pushing too hard.  Remember,
imagine that you have a third hand that can reach anywhere, then just
grab the crystal with it and move it.  Now then, try again."  Pete
yanked the crystal out of the wall with his mind and floated it over to
the table again.

	By the end of the session, Ron was moving around the crystal, the
table, and the chair Ron was sitting on, all at once.  He still hadn't
figured how to move himself, but that would come in time, Pete said.

	"Now, then, Ron, we're going to have a little fun.  According to your
file, you are very interested in sex.  Not uncommon for a 13 year-old
psionic.  It does, however, give me an interesting opportunity to teach
you some of the subtleties of telekinesis that other interests just
don't allow for.  I'm going to leave in a minute, but you have an
assignment.  Before you leave this room, I want you to make Megan there
have an orgasm.  But, the catch is, you can't touch her with any part of
your body.  You've got to do it with telekinesis.  And no cheating: 
I'll be monitoring your thoughts, so don't go sending any mental control
messages.  This is a telekinesis lesson, you may only use telekinesis. 
You may use physical control to restrict her movement, but that's all. 
Good luck."  Pete walked out and left the two of them alone.

	'Well, might as well get to it.  This is going to be fun, if I can
manage it.'  "Are you ready?"

	"You won't be able to do it, you little shit.  There's no way I'm going
to come for you."

	"We'll see."  Ron slumped in his chair, relaxing as he'd been taught,
and stared at his subject.  He started sending her commands.

	First, she raised her arms.  'Why can't I stop this little fuck?  Well,
there's no way he's gonna make me come.'  Slowly, her T-shirt rose up
off her body, off her arms, and fell to the floor.  She was wearing a
bra, but this, too, was unhooked and pulled off her arms.  'How can he
do that?  He hasn't moved an inch!'  Ron wasn't moving at all, but he
was thoroughly enjoying the show.  With her arms raised, her tits were
pulled up, and stood out even prouder than usual.  It was a thrilling
sight, but Ron remembered his assignment, and so he moved on.

	He mentally undid her pants, and pulled them down until they fell to
the floor.  He wondered if he should have her step out of them, then got
an idea.  Slowly, her feet rose clear of the floor, until she was
floating about two feet above ground level.  Next, her shoes and socks
flew off her feet.  All that was left were her panties, and they went
rather quickly, but Ron didn't pull them 'off', he pulled them *apart*. 
They ripped to shreds, and Megan's eyes widened as she felt them torn
from her body.

	One of the things Pete had told Ron was "The extension you imagine
doesn't 'have' to be a hand.  A hand is useful for moving things, but
the extension can be shaped like anything."  Ron imagined his extension
was a feather, long and wavy.  This he brushed against her body.  The
touch was light, ever so light.  He moved it along her breasts, and she
shuddered, pushing her tits out to try to obtain more contact.  Of
course, Ron wasn't going to allow that.  He pulled back with her every
move, being mentally aware of what she was going to do before she did
it.  His touch moved down her body, and she clamped her legs shut. 
Annoyed, Ron blasted just a little more energy at her than necessary,
and her legs flew open as far as they would go.  He continued his
onslaught, now caressing her pussy lips with just the faintest of
touches.  She was moaning now, twisting this way and that, trying to
make contact with something solid.

	Ron continued this way for a few more minutes, then retracted the
feather.  A groan of disappointment escaped Megan's lips, and inwardly
she was mortified.  'This little scum has got me all hot and bothered! 
I can't believe he's doing this!'

	Ron reformed his extension.  Now, it was shaped like a long snake,
writhing and wiggling.  He wrapped it around each breast in turn, then
both at the same time, forming a figure eight on her chest, squeezing
and massaging.  He left the end to flick at her nipples, back and forth,
alternating between the two.  Slowly, he lengthened the extension so
that, while it was still wrapped around her breasts, it could now reach
down to her pussy.  Her cunt was dripping by this point, and she let out
a loud grunt as she felt the extension pass over her nether lips.  It
reached out and flicked across her clit, and she squealed in pleasure. 
Finally, Ron figured it was time.  He enlarged the very end of his
extension, and pushed it into her pussy.  It now resembled a cock, and
he used it as one, plunging in and out of her pussy.  She was moaning
constantly know, building in intensity and volume.  He figured it was
time to make her come, and he decided to do something that he simply
couldn't do physically.  He pulled the extension out of her for a
moment, and the end split into a Y.  The second end was thinner than the
first, and headed for her asshole.  Both ends plunged back into her at
the same time, and she screamed for all she was worth.  Ron set up a
killer pace, and it didn't take long before her body was wracked with
the biggest orgasm of her life.  She came and came for minutes,
continually.

	Finally she descended from her orgasmic high, and Ron gently lowered
her to the floor.  Her knees wouldn't hold her, but he caught her in his
mind, and laid her down on the carpeted floor.  Ron looked down to see
that he had come when she did.  It was one of the hottest sexual
encounters he'd ever had, and he'd never come within five feet of the
girl!

	'Pete forgot to tell me that you can really _feel_ things with the
extension.  What a feeling!'



	Another of Ron's important lessons came the following week.  James was
back, and he took Ron to a completely secluded room with no windows, and
it was all sound-proofed.

	"What are we gonna learn in here?" Ron wanted to know.

	"In here we learn one of 'the' most important skills.  This one skill
is what enables us to manipulate things at great distance.  It's called
'televiewing'.  It is the ability to move your point of view out of your
body, and into someplace you're not, without using another person's
eyes.  You already learned about seeing through someone else's eyes in
the telepathy class.  Now, it is very hard to manipulate the world while
looking through someone else's eyes, because their brain gets in the way
of your abilities.  If you can view the scene from a completely
disconnected perspective, nothing can interfere with your powers."

	"So, why are we in here?"

	"Well, we start out simple.  I need you to try to view what is in the
next room.  It is an established scene, so I won't have to go check on
it to know if you're right.  It is also someplace you've never been, so
I know you can't already know what's in there.  Now then, just relax. 
Remember, concentrating too hard actually reduces the chances that The
Ability will work.  Imagine an eye floating out of your forehead, and
flying around the room.  Now then, I want you to see if you can move
through the door."

	Ron struggled with this for a few minutes, but finally gave up.  "I
can't do it, James.  I can't get through the door."

	"Don't worry.  It will come eventually.  For now, we'll have to provide
you an opening to get through.  And, there's always little openings,
even in a tightly locked house.  You've just got to search for them." 
James reached over and took the cover off a small hole in the door.  "Go
through this.  The door to the other room is open.  It is the next room
down, going to the left as you leave this room."

	Ron maneuvered through the hole and down the hall, turning into the
room.  It was a typical small classroom, but empty except for a few
distinct objects.  "I see a reflecting telescope, a basketball, an open
book, and a beach towel."

	"What page is the book open to?"

	Ron moved his eye closer. "206."

	"Okay, Ron, now here's a little challenge.  Hold your viewing eye in
place, and use telekinesis to close the book.  The trick is, instead of
causing your extension to come from your body, make it come from your
viewing eye."

	Ron worked this around in his head for a minute, then gave it a shot. 
Amazingly, it was quite easy to do.  His extension reached out and
closed the book.

	"Hey!"

	"What is it, Ron?"

	"This book is titled _The Life of Ronald Chaffey_!"

	"That's right, Ron.  The book is all about you.  It took a great deal
of effort to compile in such a short time, but, with your permission,
this book will become one of the required texts for CAMP.  You have been
a unique student from the beginning, and you are progressing faster than
even I suspected.  Go ahead.  Grab the book, and bring it back here."

	Ron did so, and found that James had opened the door while he wasn't
paying attention.  The book now lay on the table in front of him.

	"What do you say, Ron?  Can we use you as a shining example of the
*right* way to approach The Ability?"

	"Well, sure, I guess.  I would be honored" he said formally,
remembering the line from one of his mother's plays.

	"Good.  Now then, another assignment, to make sure you've got the hang
of it.  This one will be a little more difficult, and you might not
manage it at first.  What I want you to do is view what is going on
right now in your own home."

	"But, how do I do that?  I don't know where it is from here, since I
don't know where here is."

	"Right.  Open the book to the back."  Ron did, and there he found a
map.  "Focus on the map.  Push your mind into the map, right where your
home is.  Find that, as you go into the map, details that you hadn't
seen before actually appear on the map.  Now, as you approach a specific
city, you'll find that you are then actually in that city.  Let me know
when you've made it that far."

	"Okay, I'm there."

	"Damn, that was fast.  Okay, now, if you're in your home town, you
should be able to find your home.  Find a way in, and observe what's
happening.  I've got to make a pitstop, I'll be back in a while.  You
let me know what you see, okay?"

	"Okay, James."  Ron had found his house, but was trying to figure out a
way in.  'Cockroaches get in, so I can get in.  I only need a little
dinky hole.'  Ron got lucky.  It was a beautiful day in his home town,
so Nikki had her window open.  Ron moved through the screen, which is
full of holes, of course, and into her room, which happened to be
empty.  Ron saw her desk, neat as usual, and had an idea.  'I wonder if
James would mind...'  Ron decided to risk it.  He moved over to her
desk, and saw her note pad.  There was a pen lying next to it.  Now, he
formed his extension, and picked up the pen.  He'd never tried writing
with the extension, but he figured since it was his right hand, he
should be able to.  He brought the pen to paper and wrote out, "Nikki: 
I miss you.  Love, Ron."  He examined the writing, and, while a little
messy, it was legible.  He then moved out of the room, after remembering
to set the pen down, and moved down the stairs.  His eye apparently also
had ears, because he could hear sounds coming from his mother's room. 
They sounded like very entertaining sounds, and he flew in to
investigate.  The door was open, so that was no problem.

	Once inside, he saw a scene that made him instantly hard.  Sandra was
lying on her back, while Dawn straddled her face, her pussy pressed into
her mouth.  Sandra was sucking and licking Dawn's cunt, making her
squirm.  Meanwhile, Nikki was lapping Sandra's pussy, nibbling on her
clit.  Tammy was rubbing Sandra's tits, kneading them with her small
hands.  Sandra's nipples were hard as gemstone, standing proud.  Nikki
pushed two fingers into her mother's slit, and started fucking them in
and out in a frenzy.  Dawn reached down and started rubbing Tammy's
slit, so she wouldn't feel left out.  They'd been going at it for quite
a while, and everyone was about ready to pop.  The pace quickened
rapidly.  Dawn pulled Nikki around and started eating her out.  Tammy
now had three sets of tits to rub, and was bucking on Dawn's hand.  The
whole scene was very erotic, and Ron's dick was straining at his pants. 
Suddenly, as if somebody threw a switch, or as if someone was directing
and had just said, "Come!", all four females started orgasming at once. 
Ron didn't realize that he had unknowingly installed an urge in each of
them to come with their partner.  He'd read the stories, and he believed
that this was the way it was supposed to be the best.  Like his original
skill at getting people to agree with him, this was one command he
didn't have to consciously program; it just came naturally.

	As the scene settled down, and it looked like they were all spent, Ron
decided it was time to go.  But, before he went, he wanted to give them
all a little gift.  He didn't want to frighten them, so he had to think
a bit.  Then he decided.  He formed his extension into something that
would feel to them like a warm wind, and moved it across each of them. 
Each of them in turn shivered with the pleasure of it, and then Ron
departed.

	Ron made his way out of the house the same way he came in, and started
back up out of the map.  As he reached city level, however, his mind
reeled.  Ron was barraged with a searing pain that consumed his mind. 
He put up a mental shield to block it, and that stopped it, but not
before the pain had flung him physically to the floor.  Ron pulled out
quickly, and opened his eyes to see James standing over him, concerned.

	"Ron!  What the hell happened?"

	"I-I don't know.  I was starting to come out of the map, and then all
of a sudden, it was like my brain was on fire.  I threw up a shield, and
that stopped most of the pain, but I could still feel it."

	"That's not good news.  You'll learn in time how to keep a minimal
shield up at all times.  What you felt was the presence of another
psionic, and this one doesn't sound pleasant.  Do you feel up to going
back in?"

	"I think so, why?"

	"I need you to guide me.  The fact that you felt a psionic's presence
could be troubling news.  Whenever you're ready."  James helped him up
and to a chair.

	"Okay.  How do we go together?"

	"Just lead the way as if you were going alone.  You might want to put
up a shield now, to protect yourself."

	Ron did so, and entered into the map, with James right behind.  Again,
they got to city level when Ron cried out.  It wasn't pain this time,
but it would have been without the shield.  James let them remain for a
few moments, then instructed Ron to pull out.

	"Ron, this is really bad news.  I found the psionic, and, while I can't
read her totally, she is very evil.  She's not a member of CAMP,
apparently she turned us down when we offered.  Therefore her power
isn't tempered by education, but she is very strong.  She is passing
herself off as a witch.  She has no demonic power as such, but that is
what she is claiming her psionic ability is.  The problem, and most
likely why you felt her, is that her evil is being aimed at your
family."

	"What?  How?  Why?"

	"Why I cannot know.  How right now is simply an exploration of the
family.  Who is probably a better question than what.  She was most
likely hired to do something to the family.  Would anyone want to hurt
you or your family?"

	Ron didn't have to think for more than an instant.  "Dad.  That son of
a bitch.  James, what can we do?"

	"We have a couple of weeks, Ron.  I can tell that she isn't ready to
move yet.  I don't know why that is, I just know it is.  We're going to
have to accelerate your learning, so we can prepare you to deal with
this.  As a CAMP official, this does not concern CAMP at all."

	"What do you mean?  She could hurt my family..."

	"I know that, Ron, but listen carefully to my words.  'As a CAMP
official', I can't do anything.  Now, remember CAMP's one inviolable
rule?"

	"Whenever a member asks another member for help, help must be rendered
if possible."  He was quoting directly from the manual.

	"That's right.  You are a CAMP member.  I am a CAMP member.  As an
official of CAMP, I cannot do anything, as this is not an issue that
concerns CAMP directly."

	"But if I ask you for help..."

	"I am bound by the same rules you are."

	"Will you help me, James?"

	"I've got no choice, now.  I have to help."  James continued, "This is
going to be rough, and I know you're going to have a hard time
concentrating, but the next week or so is critical.  You must learn the
rest of what I have to teach you, and you must learn it well."

	"Yes, sir."  Ron reverted to type when being lectured.

	"Very good.  I will investigate further, and see what I can find out
about this person.  Right now, you should go back to your room.  Rest
up, but study as hard as you think you can without hitting overload. 
We'll beat this, together.  Remember, CAMP members stand together."



End Chapter 2

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