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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 16 - Richardson's Suite
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"I feel different.  No.  Everything else feels different.  Where's Joey?" I
thought to myself, slowly waking up.

My eyes opened to find I was not in the dorm, but in a very fancy bedroom with
my clothes hanging over the back of a chair.  The share link was active, and I
internally sighed with relief that my cloak personality was also active, and I
had just been in sync with it again.

"Joe?" I heard myself call out, my cover-self worried for his safety.

I examined my cover-self's mind and found it had been altered, but not
significantly.  What puzzled me was how I had gotten there without having been
awakened at some point.  And I couldn't recall Joey and I raising our cover
personalities before falling asleep, but then I didn't remember not doing it
either.

I pulsed the share link to see if Joey was awake, and immediately got a
response of "What happened?"

My cover-self decided to go look for Joey, but we didn't get any farther than
right outside the bedroom door before Joey and I found each other.

Our cover-selves were not the least bit scared to explore, and they didn't
even consider putting our clothes on before doing so.  After finding two empty
bedrooms like the ones we had woken up in, we found the third had an occupant
in it.

"Good morning.  I hope you didn't mind me hurrying things up by kidnapping you
from your dorm rooms.  I promise you won't be hurt, and you'll be returned to
your rooms tonight."

"Why are we here?" my cover-self asked.

"A very good question, Tim.  Why are you here?" 

His question cause a bit of an alarm for both me and Joey, for he had said it
accusingly like.

"Uhm, are we going to..." my cover-self asked, frowning.

"Come in and join me on the bed," he sighed.  "My name is Wally Richardson,
and I'm fascinated by your relationship.  I would like to.. learn from you."

"Learn?  Learn what?" Joey asked.

"Love, of course," Wally said with a charming smile.  "The kind you two had in
the motel for weeks.  I've never experienced it like that before."

"Er, I don't know.." Joey said.

"We don't really do that stuff any more," my cover self added.

"How badly do you want into the Etas?"

"Not that bad," Joey said.

"Wait a minute, Joe," my cover-self said.  "What would we have to do?"

"On the weekends, you would be picked up and brought here to demonstrate how
two lovers work up to the kind of sex you two had.  You wouldn't do it with
anyone else but each other.  I'm very insistent about that.  The only thing
different would be that there would be others watching, including your friend
Nick."

"I don't know.." Joey's cover-self said.

"Every weekend?  For how long?" my cover-self asked.

"That depends on how well the others take to it.  I don't like forcing anyone
into anything like this, but I have always found that if others watch two
lovers share in their sexual pleasuring each other enough, they eventually
will wish to try it themselves.  I'm not even sure if I want to do it myself.
But I'm willing to try and learn."

"Will we get some weekends off for other things?" my cover-self asked.

"Certainly.  I'm very reasonable about my boy's having their own personal
lives to live also.  But I may call upon you to also spend some of your other
free time with me, which includes this Thanksgiving break and the week after
the end of the semester."

"Thanksgiving week?  And the week before Christmas?" my cover-self said.

"Shit, Tim," Joey's cover-personality said.  "I haven't seen mom and dad since
I came here.  You know how much they've been through.  And I can't just tell
them I'm spending Thanksgiving having sex with my best friend.  It would kill
them."

"Oh, I forgot about your summer and your family problems.  All right then.  If
you agree to the week after the semester, I'll give you the Thanksgiving
break. How about that.  Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll never get into the Etas."

"Well Joe?  I'll do it if you agree.  You're the one that started us doing it
anyway."

"Yeah, I know.  But this isn't the same.  Before we wanted to do it, but if we
do this, we'll have to do it.  I don't know if that's right."

"Would you be willing to just try it once to see how you feel?" Wally asked.  

"I don't know.."

"How about this.  Nick and Alex will be here in another hour.  If you allow us
to watch, I'll see to it you get invited to all the Eta parties, and perhaps
use their weight rooms once or twice a week."

"Deal," my cover-self said.

"All right," Joey's reluctantly said.

"Thank you.  Now that that is settled, I need to rest up.  You may explore the
suite freely and entertain yourselves in the rest of the rooms."

We spent the hour in a TV room, watching Loony Tunes and generally goofing off
the time.  At least that's what our cover-selves did.  Joey and I were busy
arguing across the share link.

Joey was refusing to go through with it.  In fact, he was about to risk
detection by altAlexg his cover-self to say no when I talked him out of it.
The more he argued though, the harder it became to envision myself making
loveless love like that.

Right before Nick and Alex showed up, Joey told me he was going to close
himself in and not experience it.  And as the four of us went in Richardson's
bedroom, Joey did just that.  I was on my own.

I don't know if it was out of habit or what, but our cover-selves pulled it
off.  We had spent the afternoon building up to it, and we did as lovingly as
that kind of sex can appear.

Richardson was very pleased, and even though he and Alex didn't try it that
time, he was certain they would after enough repeat performances.  This time
Joey's cover-self didn't say no, and we were in.

That Saturday afternoon, in what was the biggest crock of shit ceremony I
could imagine, Greg, Nick, Joey, and I all were publicly initiated as Gamma
Alpha Eta brothers.  However, the real initiation didn't actually happen until
that evening when all the initiates were nude, pumping their weights hard with
their hard cocks standing straight up.  One by one the initiates had their
nipples pierced with nothing more than a sterilized needle that caused each
initiate to cum and cum hard.  The pain signals from the needle tearing the
hole through their nipple was translated into pleasure by the rat in their
mind.

Joey and I managed to program our own true minds to also translate the pain
into pleasure after finding out what was going on.  Because Richardson had
been the one to get us in and Nick was considered to be Alex's responsibility,
Alex did the three of us while Blake was only granted the privilege of
piercing Greg's nipple.

The weeks sped up for us after that.  We had no time for anything but school
work in the early mornings, classes in the afternoons, and then had to spend
whatever free time we had working on this stupid charity project the
fraternity volunteered for.  At least we figured out why the Etas could go
without sex for long periods.  Every night our body's arousal grew with the
physical exhaustion of our workouts until it erupted in orgasm.  Our cocks'
eruption always signaled it was time to quit, so whenever one of us came, that
person simply cleaned up his mess, then hit the showers and crawled into bed.
It was actually very satisfying, having physically worn yourself out while
experiencing an extended period of intense arousal.  I always felt like I had
spent the day fucking like mad by the time I was pulling the sheets over my
naked body.

Thanksgiving break was absolute heaven.  The twins loved our daily schedule,
and even loved the way we always ended the night working out and cuming before
their very eyes.  Sometime they even tried helping it out, but they got a big
kick out of watching it erupt all by itself, always watching it like it was
fireworks going off on the Fourth of July.  I'm not exaggerating either.

Joey's mom and dad seemed very normal to us most of the time.  They kept
talking about going home and starting their old lives back up, but it just
wasn't time for that kind of step yet.  Three times while we were there,
Joey's mom had relapses to the pain lust Steven had originally inflicted on
her.  And Joey never could shake the image of them going at it like a couple
of wild animals at the dinner table.  While it had entertained Dad, my mom got
pretty upset about it, mostly because Joey had nearly ran out of the room in
tears.  

I was the only one who kept on eating without taking much notice.  When my mom
yelled at me for being insensitive, I shrugged and said, "They just have to
get it out of their system.  Better now than later like when they're over at
Suzi's house or something," then took another bite of mashed potatoes while
table continued to shake.

My mom.  She was like pregnant, you know?  I mean, unless you saw her nude
body enough, you couldn't tell there was anything there.  Of course my dad,
myself, and even Joey all knew it very well, and I swear my dad told her she
was bigger ever single morning.

Still couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl.  But man...  There was definitely
something going on in there.   Joey and I spent hours reviving our hobby of
drawing symbols, discovering a whole new wave of them coming from the
developing nervous system of my unborn sibling.  Some of them were so complex,
we couldn't draw them, but others were very... well, beautiful is what we
thought of them as.  But unless you had spent months drawing these things, you
just can't appreciate their beauty.

During the week after our break, we went and got "the treatment".  Boy, talk
about a pain in the..  tit?  After it became obvious there were no telepaths
around, I scanned the doctors mind to find out what the hell they were doing
to us.

Around the time a woman has a baby, their breasts produce a watery fluid
called colostrum which contains proteins and antibodies to protect the baby
from infection.  Then after about three days, it is replaced by the milk we
all knew and loved at one time.

Antibodies = Antibiotics.  We were being milked for our bodies natural
defenses.  But we were males, right?  Yeah, but we all have the equipment,
even if ours are immature.  And since these antibodies are not actually
produced by the breasts themselves, they were simply using the mechanism which
causes the increase production of antibodies and collecting them in what they
called a serum sac.  

It was a little disturbing to find they actually go in and surgically install
some kind of artificial membrane that causes this sac to form.  Then through
the pierced hole in our nipple, they inject a serum that causes the antibodies
to collect in the sac.  Apparently it's extremely productive, and very
profitable.  The antibodies could be harvested three hours after the serum
injection, but the body could only make so much, so only three milkings were
done a day.  And for a male to produce the amount of antibodies without
screwing around with hormones meant for women, our bodies had to keep
straining its physical limits to keep producing extra amounts of antibodies.
That's the real reason for the body building.

The week following our treatments, Joey was getting very frustrated.  It was
already finals week, and we had no more idea of Sarah's whereabouts than we
did before coming there.  And while Joey wasn't shutting himself out for all
the sex on the weekends anymore, he did do it for the last part of it, and the
concept of spending a week doing that was really getting to him.

Then there was the fact that we had spent every weekend at Richardson's,
watching helplessly as Nick was lead down what we both felt was a path not of
his own choosing.  If you forgot the fact that Wally had made Nick his loving
slave boy, you would say that it was romantic how he let Nick decide what he
would do, and when Alex would take over for him to do the rest.  He was
letting Nick go at his own pace, but Nick wasn't doing it for himself.  He was
doing it for the love which had been force upon him.

But the person I think it was hardest on was Alex.  I can't imagine how
difficult it was for him to watch as his lover fell in love with the person he
was helping to make that happen with.  More than once, Alex broke down into
tears the weekend before finals, and both Nick and Wally did everything they
could to comfort him, but it usually just made him cry all the harder.

I can't tell you how baaaaddd I wanted to spend a night with my old friend
Jack.  I mean, I was already miserable.  A little more misery later wouldn't
hurt if I could escape it all for a little while.  Didn't happen though.

After our last final, Joey and I met Nick to be picked up to go to
Robertson's.  To our surprise, instead of being picked up, Nick DROVE us there
without us getting knocked out.

Next shock:  Joey got tired of listening to Nick talk about how he was looking
forward to spending the whole week with us and Wally.  So he asked Nick to
take off his ear ring.

"Sorry, Joe.  That doesn't work anymore.  Wally took out all the stuff in my
head weeks ago."

When Joey and I lost the color in our faces, he said, "Relax, guys.  I don't
think Wally knows anything about what you did.  He never said anything to me
about it, and he tells me everything now.  And besides.  Why would he be
letting me drive you to him if he didn't trust you?"

"Nick," I said once I recovered my voice.  "You don't understand what has
happened to you.  You're not yourself."

"Look.  If you can do the things Wally can do, then you can look in my head
for anything that shouldn't be there.  If you can find them, that is."

"Shit, Tim.  He has us there.  It's hard enough too..  What are you smiling
about?"

"Nick, pull over.  I know of only one way to check if your head is really
clear of his rats."

"Rats?"

"Just pull over and trust me, okay?"

He did, but he wasn't too happy about it.

"Nick, look at me," I said, capturing his eyes and opening an empathic
connection.  "Now, think about your feelings for Wally and Alex.  Just
concentrate on them."

"Okay.. This feels weird, in.. a... nice....  way.." he said, ending in a
whisper.

I dived deeper and deeper into the emotions he was spewing out.  For what felt
like hours, I searched for any signs of dark blotches, or even specks, but the
only ones I found were purely harmless.  Like the kind that kept him eager to
keep his body fit and blocked any discomfort from the milkings.

I finally gave up, and when I came out, Nick blinked, then smiled and said,
"You didn't find anything did you."

"Nothing I was looking for or would see reason to remove.  How long did that
take, Joey?"

"Joey?  Sounds like you two are getting kind of sweet on each other again,"
Nick said with another smile as he started the car up.

"About an half an hour, Douglas," Joey said with a grin.

"Douglas?  You mean Douglas and Joey are you real names?  Shit.  Who are you
two?  Undercover cops or something?"

"No... He was joking, Nick.  Look in the mirror.  You'll see his smirk still
on his face."

Joey stuck his tongue out at Nick, then kept grinning.

"You're in a good mood all of a sudden," I said to Joey.

"I guess I feel better knowing that Nick is doing things the way he wants
too."

"Yeah," Nick said.  "I love him.  I can't explain why, but I do.  He's so..
vulnerable."

"Shit," Joey exclaimed.

"I know.  He's not really.  But he is to me.  And to Alex.  Oh Alex.." Nick
said with a sigh.  "You know what happens on Wednesday?"

"No.  What?" I asked.

"Alex forgets all about Wally.  It's going to be so hard for him," Nick said,
not bothering to clarify who it would be so hard for.

A few hours later, we entered Central State's campus, and I suddenly knew what
had changed Joey's mood.  If Wally really did trust us enough with his
location..

"Can I ask you guys a personal question?" Nick asked suddenly as he pulled
into a parking spot.

"Yeah," we both said.

"Were you nervous the first time... you know.."

"No, we don't know," I said, having felt Joey's confusion echoing my own.

"The first time you had someone fuck you," he said quickly.

"Oh.."

"Nervous.. No.  Scared. Yes." Joey admitted.

"Really?" I said to him.  "I guess I don't remember that.  I just remember how
much it hurt."

"Yeah, and that's why I was scared.  You probably had it the easiest.  You
went first."

"You guys aren't making me feel any better about this," Nick said with wide
eyes.

"Nick, we can't tell you whether you should or should not do it.  It has to be
your choice, and not anyone else's.  Especially not Wally's, not that I think
he is putting all that great of pressure on you at once.  But if he really
does love you, and you don't want him to do it, then he shouldn't.  You know?
That's what real love is.  Making do with what the other wants."

"Yeah..  Exactly.." Nick said, finding himself even more perplexed.

"Look, my friend.  No matter what you think, Wally is manipulating you into
considering doing something you personally don't want to do.  That's wrong.
Don't let him use you then toss you out after four years like he's doing with
Alex.  You don't deserve to be used like that.  You don't use people you love.
That is what Wally does.  He uses people."

"But what about letting Alex live his own life?" Joey pointed out.

"Fine.  But let Alex decide whether or not he wants to leave.  I think Alex
desperately wants to stay.  Wally's the one who making him leave.  He's done
using him, so he throwing him out after Alex helps break in someone else he
can use."

"You make him sound so...  Maybe he shouldn't be so trusting of you.  Maybe he
should know about what you two did."

"Nick, ask yourself this.  Do you want Alex to forget Wally?"

"No!  Well, yes if he can't stay."

"Do you think Alex wants to go?"

"No..  All right.  I can see what you mean, but...  Shit.  I hoped you would
made things clearer, but now everything's even more complicated," Nick sighed.
"Come on.  We should have been here almost an hour ago."

Nick led us into a medical building, much like the one on our campus but
bigger. After getting on the elevator, Nick punched the door close button,
then opened the phone box and simply dialed a number in and hung up.  Every
light on the panel lit up before the elevator began moving up.

Over the weekends, Richardson had only invited a few couples over to watch us
in our dirty sex.  But there were nearly forty couples there by dinnertime,
six of which were younger than Joey and I, and another five which were
male/female pairs.

Seeing Conner and Toby french kissing madly in the corner disturbed Joey and
I, even after we found out that they had been closet cases.  They had never
admitted it to anyone, especially to themselves until they had the chance to
come out at Wally's place.  We couldn't help but wonder if they would have
been just as happy staying in the closet.  

(We didn't understand what the closet was like, so we were simply not
qualified to judge something like this.)

I found myself respecting Wally, even though I felt he was doing some bad
things.  But he never asked anything of us that we wouldn't do with the right
kind of coaxing, and as far as I knew, that's the way he worked it with the
rest of them too.

We were surprised to find we were not required to perform for anyone.  In
fact, there were no requirements placed on anyone.  Only those who wished to
spend a "lovers" day with Wally, Alex, and Nick where instructed on what to
do, and then it simply worked just like the weekends except accelerated
slightly to fit everything into a single day.  I believe everyone spent at
least one "lovers" day, quite a few spending more than just one.

Joey and I spent the first two days watching TV, chatting with the others,
wistfully eyeing the heterosexual couples, and generally bored from the lack
of excitement.  Every night except one we slept on the floor with only a
single cover and pillow to share, and since we weren't allowed out of the
suite, Joey and I felt trapped in toy box filled with the wrong kind of toys.

On the third morning I asked Joey if we could spend it in the "lovers" room,
and surprisingly Joey agreed without me having to talk him into it.  I still
gave him my reasons, but I think he was just as worried about Nick as I was.

"Hi guys," Nick said meeting us at the door with a smile as the last group
filed out and we filed in.  "You gonna join us for the day?"

"Yep.  How's Alex and Wally doin'?" Joey asked.

"As well as can be expected, I guess.  Alex and I cried last night after
everyone else was bedding down.  I'm starting to think you were right, Tim.
Wally hasn't cried once, and I can't understand that.  He's so loving with
Alex, and me too, but more so with Alex.  But..  I better stop before I get
gushy."  Then Nick paused before looking at Joey and asking," Are you guys
gonna.. you know..  Get dirty?"

"Uhm, I think I'll let that be up to Tim," Joey said looking at me.

"If you are, I need to know so I can leave enough time for it in the end.  I
know Wally would like you to, but I haven't given him everything he wants, and
I'm not going to either.  So it's up to you to do what you want."

"Good for you Nick," I said.  "I just hope he doesn't force you."

"He won't.  I know him enough to know he won't.  Alex's getting pretty upset
with me about it, but he knows Wally would have a fit if he tried to force me
to.  Oh.  Don't be too surprised if Alex and I start something.  We kissed the
other night after Wally went to sleep, and I'm going to see how Wally reacts
to it when we try it today in front of him."

We heard Alex calling Nick's name, but Nick replied, "I'm not ready yet.  Let
them wait, Alex."

"Shit, Nick.  You really have taken the reigns," Joey said.

"Yeah.  That's another thing I love about all this.  What I say goes.  Or at
least it does when it comes to the boys.  Speaking of which, I need an answer
about you doing the dirty stuff."

I turned to Joey and said "Joe?" 

"I said I'd do it if you want to," Joey said with a frown.

"Well, you had your chance.  Okay, Nick.  We'll do it.  I think we owe it to
Alex to give him one more chance.  Uhm, Nick?  One question.  I imagine I'd
find out later, but...  How far have you gone with Wally.  Or Alex?"

"How far do you think I've gone?" Nick said mysteriously.

"Well, I know you kissed them both, but apart from getting a few blow jobs
from them, I haven't seen you do anything else.  I didn't mean to get personal
or anything."

"That's okay, you didn't.  I'm not going to say though.  You're right.  You'll
find out later today.  I better go.  Alex is giving me his frustrated look."

Even though the bed was huge, everyone besides Wally, Alex, and Nick claimed a
place on the floor.  But as Joey and I were looking for a spot of our own,
Wally himself called us over and invited us on the bed with them.

"Thanks, but we don't want to intrude.." Joey began.

"Yeah.  It wouldn't be fair to the rest," I said, looking around at the packed
room.  "Shit.  It almost looks like everyone is in here."

"Everyone is in here," Alex said.  "Nick's been telling everyone about your
dirty sex without actually telling them what it was."

"Nick said you were going to do it, so you might as well share the bed with us
since they're all here to see you more than to see us," Wally said in his soft
gentle voice.  "You don't mind, do you?"

"Shit.  You can't tell me none of these guys never tried it," Joey said.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, boys," Wally said, grinning larger than I
ever saw him do before.  "Practically everyone in this room has tried it, but
only because they felt they had to, not because they wanted to.  Even Alex and
I have tried it a few times.  But you two do it with such passion.  With such
a great desire to pleasure the other that it makes you forget how disgusting
it is.  That's what we are all here to see.  We hope to learn how to love
someone so much that you lose yourself in pleasuring the other as much as the
pleasure the other gives you."

Joey and I were avoiding looking at their and each other's faces, but when I
saw Joey glance at me, I glanced back, and then after we both glanced again at
the same time, we glanced at Wally and nodded our heads.  We stopped glancing
then too.

As far as we could tell, Wally didn't use his telepathy to scan the minds of
others.  We had never felt him probe our minds, and apart from his clearing
out the commands others had given Alex and Nick, he simply didn't seem
motivated to bother with them.  It fit his personality of letting other do
things for him while he just sat around and enjoyed the attention his docile
nature demanded.  So we didn't see Wally as a threat to our cover, and that's
why we hadn't bothered raising our cloaked personalities while we were there. 

But we did have our barriers up just in case of a surprise attack, and we had
brought our coins with us believing they would aid us if we started to get
overpowered.  So even though we only had brought the clothes on our backs,
Joey and I had kept our jeans on since the coins were in our jeans pockets.

We showered every morning whenever one of the bedroom showers were free, so we
weren't stinking or anything.  But living in the same pair of jeans for almost
three days straight does tend to make them just a bit raunchy themselves, and
since we would be spending most of the day without them, we accepted Alex's
offer to have them washed.

So as we were taking our jeans off alone outside the room, Joey and I were
busily trying to decide what to do with our coins.  We definitely didn't want
them to go with our clothes, but we didn't have anything else on us except for
our...

"Watch" Joey signaled through the share link.

So I watched him.  I watched him loosen the strap of his wristwatch, then
realized he didn't mean the verb watch, but the noun.

After we both had slipped our coins between our skin and the back of our
watches, we admired how well they were hidden before putting our clothes on
the table next to the elevator like we had been told.

Joey and I returned to the room to find Alex laying behind Wally, rubbing
Wally's upper back lovingly with a distant look in his eyes.  You could tell
that he was remembering his own experiences of passionately exploring Wally's
mouth with his tongue like Nick was doing.

Nearly everyone in the room had already started doing the same, but as Joey
and I waded through the room to the bed, I became increasingly aware of how
hard it was going to be to do the same thing with Joey.

When we tried to kiss, it felt forced and we both sensed it.  It was like
trying to kiss...  I don't know.  A mannequin maybe.  It just didn't have that
special feel to it.  There was no magic, no spark, no...  Well, I was going to
say no love, but that really wasn't the problem.  I guess you could say we
were burnt out.  We were tired of all the kissing our cover-selves had done
for us, and in a way, we were just plain tired of the whole deal.  We wanted
to go home really bad right then, but yet we both knew we were getting too
close to stop.

So without having to tell the other one, we both just activated our "cloaking
device" and set the controls on automatic.  We didn't even really care what
went on around us until suddenly I realized my coin was gone.

"Shit," I said after taking control back and breaking the embrace we were in.

"What's the matter?" Alex said from behind me.

"I lost something," I said, getting up on my hands and toes to look underneath
me.

"What?" Joey asked.

"My coin."

"Shit," Joey agreed, checking for his and finding it still there.

"Come on," I said, trying to roll him over.  "See if its underneath you.  It
probably slipped out while we were 69ing an hour ago."

"Nope," he said after getting up on his hands and toes and not seeing anything
under him.

"What are you looking for?" Wally said while Nick rolled away from him to face
us also.

"Just a coin," I said, hoping to down play its importance as much as possible.

"A coin?  What kind of coin?" Nick said, feeling the bed around him with his
arms and hands.

"A good luck charm my dad gave me.  It's red.  It should be really easy to see
on these white sheets."

"Found it," Nick said holding it up for us to see.

"Nick, let me see that," Wally said sitting up.

I think my heart stopped while I watched Wally actually stretch out to take my
coin from Nick instead of waiting for Nick to bring it to him.

"You say it's a family heirloom?" Wally asked as he examined it closely.

"Yeah.  My dad's dad gave it to him, and then my dad gave it to me when we
met.  Why?"

"It's just like the one.. but it doesn't...  Ah..."

I held my breath, knowing he must have seen it was shielding itself and he
would suspect I had been the one to make it do it.

But then he sighed and said, "Oh well.  It must be a replica."

"A replica of what, lover?" Alex asked.

"I'd like to share a story with you all," Wally said loudly.  "Could everyone
gather around?"

As people started to sit up and move towards the bed, Alex suddenly shouted,
"Someone kick McKinley's ass and tell him to knock it off!"

After the two guys who had gotten lost in their passion had been playfully
kicked by seven or eight other guys, Wally held up my coin and began.

"I was five years old when I first saw a coin like this.  It was shown to me
by an old man who needed to find another like him to pass it on to before he
died.  His name was Amos Robertson.

"I didn't have a last name, you see.  I was just Wally, the orphan, the boy
who didn't know who or what he was other than he was lonely.  Amos came to my
orphanage and after the staff had all the boys line up outside, Amos went down
the line having each boy hold his coin and tell him what they felt.  When it
was my turn, I took it, then I was startled when I thought it was alive.  I
instantly dropped it, and before anyone could stop it, it rolled into the rain
sewer and we never saw it again.

"Amos was furious.  I was crying as he yelled at me, so he didn't understand
what I was saying at first.  When he realized I had felt something alive about
it, he smiled at me and told me it was okay, that he didn't need it any more.

"Amos took me home with him that day, and he gave me all the love a boy could
ask for.  He helped me discover my special abilities, taught me everything he
knew, and I was six and a half when I made love to him after watching him make
love to hundreds of boys and men for over a year.

"He died less than six months later, and I still miss him.  He's was my
father, my brother, and my lover, and I'll never stop loving him for that.  I
don't remember the coin he had tested me with every well.  But it was red and
transparent like this one.  But this one has no life, and no love.  So here is
your coin, Tim.  Thank you for sharing it with me."

"Thank you," I said, looking at him in the eyes with compassion as I reached
out to take it from him.

When my finger tips touched the coin, a surge of emotion from Wally suddenly
triggered an empathic connection to form.  We both froze as I struggled
against the violent storm of emotion pouring out of him, a strange mixture of
loneliness, compassion, and... patience. 

The connection was violently broken by Joey slapping me in the face right
before activating his cloak personality and signaled over the share link
urgently for me to do too.

I just got it up before I felt Wally's probe scan it, then insert commands
that reduced our cover-selves to obedient slaves.

"Isaac!  Phone!" Wally demanded.

"Yes, my lover!" one of the men on the floor said as he jumped to his feet and
ran out the door. 

"What's going on, Wally?  What did they do?" Nick asked concerned. 

"I don't know, Nick," Wally said soothingly.  "I'm just going to have them
checked out and make sure they can't harm us, all right?  I promise your
friends won't be hurt."

"What do I do with his coin?" Alex said, holding it between his fingers,
examining it intensely.

"Phone, my lover," Isaac said presenting it.

"Isaac, since you're already up, go see if their clothes are back, and bring
them here if they are," Wally said, taking the phone from him.

As he dialed, Wally said to Alex, "I'm not a thief.  After they put their
clothes on, give it back to him and....  Hello?  This is Robertson.  Patch me
through, Kristen.  I don't care if they're busy.  Do as I say."

He waited a moment, then said, "It's me.  I just had a rather unusual
experience with one of my boys.  I think you better take a look at two of them
right away.  No, nothing like that.  At least I don't think so.  It was..
different, but definitely worth you checking out.  Oh, and please make sure
Gina doesn't get a hold of them.  I don't wish to have to clean up their minds
after her.  You know I hate doing that.  Thank you....  I love you.  Bye bye."

Wally sighed, then looked over at Alex who was giving him a questionable look.


"What?  That was just the good doctor."

"I knew that.  You were telling me what to do with the coin?"

"Oh," he said.  "Have them get dressed and give it back to him.  Then send
them down stairs to be picked up." 

"Were are they going?" Nick said concerned.

"They're going to go see the Doc," Alex answered him with a grin that told me
we were not going to get a physical, but more like a mental.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 17 - A Symbol Is Mightier Than a Sword
(mc, mm, mf)

After we got dressed and I had my coin back in my pocket, we were taken
downstairs and led into another part of the building.  An unfamiliar Gamma
Alpha Eta brother wearing only black bikini briefs met us, and we were handed
over to him just like that.  Surprisingly he led us outside and across an open
lot, through a gap of a chain link fence, and then approached another building
which appeared to be a warehouse.

The leader didn't seem to mind the cold December air, but Joey's and my teeth
were chattering by the time the warehouse's door closed behind us.  Shit, and
we were even fully clothed. 

We warmed up fairly quickly however, climbing a long straight stairway that
ended on a platform where a big heavy wooden door creaked open as we
approached.

Inside was a fantastic lobby type of room, the entire ceiling and far wall
were glass, with two more heavy wooden doors at each end of the room.

At a desk in the center sat a plain looking woman, chewing gum while her
fingers flew across the keyboard of a computer.  

Without looking up, she said, "You can go right in.  They're waiting for you."

We were led to the door to our left, which was opened for us by two more
unfamiliar Gamma Alpha Eta's in bikini briefs.  Inside was a plush office
which apparently was controlled by two women.

One woman was sitting at a desk working on paperwork, clothed in a business
suit and didn't even look up when we entered and the Eta who lead us there
left without a word.  The other woman was Fred's mistress from his memory my
dad had pieced together.  She was nude, laying against the chest of one Eta,
enjoying another Eta's tongue licking out her cunt, while a third mindlessly
fucked the second's ass.  Two other Etas were vigorously sucking each other on
the floor while the nude woman watched them intensely.

The nude woman spoke "Ew..  More fresh slaves.  Come, come.  Strip and show me
what you have.."

Our cover personalities quickly complied, and it was while we were stripping,
our first problem presented it self.

"Ronny, why don't you two ever fuck?"

The Eta of the left pulled the other's dick out of his mouth and said,
"Because he's not ready to take that kind of step, mistress.  He might never
be ready."

Joey and I knew that voice all too well, and we were both trying to see who
Ron's partner was out of the corner of our frozen eyes.

"I don't know why you just don't tell him to..." the nude woman began as she
looked over at our now nude bodies.

She was looking intensely at Joey's face when she said, "Sarah!  Look at this
one.  He looks a lot like Tommy."

I felt a huge surge from Joey through our link, and it took a moment to
realize why. 

"Gina... I'm trying to get this done.  Oh, and before I forget, Wally wants
them back just the way they are, so don't break them."

"But..  Look at him...." she whined.

I felt light scan, then Gina spoke again.

"Sarah, something isn't right with these two.  They are too... easy to read."

I felt another more intense scan, different feeling than before.  The pure
power of is made me worry it might have been enough to see through our cloak.

Sarah sighed, then put down her pen and looked directly at me.  She got up and
walked over, never taking her eyes off my face.  I didn't feel any scanning,
but I believed she was, if only with her eyes.

"His cheekbones are not fully developed...  but his muscles certainly are..."
Sarah said.  

"I tell you they don't feel right.  I can read them too easy.  I can never
read people this well.  They're just too...  easy."

"This other one...  he does look familiar...  Especially the eyes, but they
don't look anything like Tommy's," Sarah said looking at Joey's face
intensely.

I could tell she was thoroughly scanning Joey's mind.  I prayed she wouldn't
find...

"Gina... You're right.  Something is strange about this one...  It's almost
like there is someone else inside him...  But I can't seem.... <sigh>  Let me
try the other one again.."

I felt another intense scan begin.  I disconnected every sense I had and
withdrew to the very core of my being.  Then after a few minutes, I peeked out
my eyes, and found they appeared to be arguing.

"not for real?!" Gina finished saying.

"I mean their minds are just...  I don't know....  a mask of some sort.  Or
maybe some truly amateur's attempt in creating a whole new personality.  I'm
not sure.  But they both do not have a whole set of memories.  Especially that
one," Sarah said, pointing to Joey.

I felt the same light scanning as I had felt earlier, and concluded that Gina
was certainly the weakest telepath I had ever encountered.  Sarah, on the
other hand, was obviously the more capable one, and more intelligent than the
other telepaths in their group.

I wasn't sure how powerful Sarah was.  The intensity of her last scan
obviously was her limit, but that didn't mean Joey and I could overpower her.
If we could just get out of their domain without being discovered, I was sure
we would be able to figure out a plan to proceed.

I felt another pulse in Joey's link, then another.  Sarah was concentrating on
him.  She must have been getting closer to the real Joey.

Not knowing what else to do, I started to do a little probing of my own.
Using my empathic senses on Sarah, I monitored every thing I could.  She was
concerned, mystified, even a little excited for the challenge.  Then suddenly
a feeling of success.

"I think I've found something," she said.

Knowing the gig was up, the only way to protect us was to break our cover and
throw up our shields.  I was about to do so when Joey pulsed "It's okay."

"Or maybe not.  Damn.  I thought I had run across a memory that was out of
sync with the rest."

My empathic connection told me she wasn't lying, but she was also holding
something back about what she might have discovered.

"Gina, I want to work on these two.  Take your fuck toys with you and go back
to your office.  I have a lot of work to do, and you're toys are very
distracting.  And stop trying to talk Ron into fucking Jason.  You know how I
feel about that."

"Fine, fine.  Let me know when you figure our two mysteries out," Gina said,
being carried by the men out the door.

I internally let out a sigh of relief when Ron and Jason didn't get more than
a fleeting glance at us, and apparently hadn't recognized us from our
increased bulk.  

The doors shut, and while Sarah walked around us, I was finding myself torn
between my loyalty to Suzi and her brother, and Joey and his sister.  And I
couldn't help but think, "Shit.  And I'm about to get a sibling of my own.."

Sarah asked a lot of questions, mostly about our pasts.  It was strange
hearing our voices calling her mistress, especially after having believed she
had been a slave all that time.  

Finally she sighed and walked over to the bed and laid down.

"Come here, boys.  Help me get undressed and then we'll fuck a bit."

After we stripped her nude, Joey started sending, "I don't want to do this. I
can't have sex with Sarah.  We have to do something."

"Joe, I still can't get rid of the feeling that I know you...  Hmm.  Tim, why
don't we fuck first.  Yours seems the longest."

My empathic connection told me she was about to trick me somehow, so I tried
to prepare as much as I could.  She began to tenderly kiss me, and I found
myself wishing I could return the affectionate kiss.  But my cover personality
was not that good, and soon she grew weary of her efforts.

I was on bottom, which put her in the driver seat.  She slowly mounted me,
making my cover personality moan with fake pleasure since it was part of the
slave package.  In reality though, she was looser than a tube sock. 

Somehow she managed to gather pleasure from it though, and while her orgasm
began to build, I found my own starting to also.  As she began to shudder with
pleasure, I felt whatever she would try would be at the same time as her
orgasm.  The moment we came, I figured it out and threw up my shield, just as
she threw out a probe stronger than I ever imagined possible.

The shield easily reflected it since it had been a probe designed to penetrate
the cloak, but now our cover was certainly blown.

I said, "Sorry about that mistress.  But I wasn't about to let you know my
secrets.  Come on, Joe.  The gigs up."

"Who the FUCK are you," Sarah said as she blasted commands at me.  She was
powerful all right, but my mother's and my new and improved shields held.

"Would you believed we came here to rescue you?" Joey said, grabbing her arms.

"YOU Two don't KNOW how much trouble you are in.  I've just sent for my army
of guards..."

"Oh, and I suppose they all have bulging muscles and bulging dicks as well," I
sneered.  "Sorry Sarah. But they won't do you much good.  Joey, maybe we
should.."

"Joey!?!  Oh my GOD!  Joey?"  Sarah said looking up at her brother.  I could
tell by the look of concentration on her face that she was trying desperately
to scan through his barrier.

"Oh, Sarah..  I can't tell you how much I've missed you," Joey sobbed as he
wrapped his arms around her and hugged her chest tightly. 

She was stunned by his sudden affection towards her, but I could tell that
once she had calmed Joey down and he had stopped crying, she was busy
considering her options.

"Joey, I have to know it is really you," she said carefully.  "Lower your
barrier for your sissy so she can see."  

"Joey, she's faking it.  I felt her.  She doesn't believe you."

"Shit, Sarah.  What happened to you?" Joey said, tearing away from her.

Her answer was lost in the thunderous sound of the huge door being thrown
open.  And, well, pretty much just like I had said, about a hundred bulging
guys were outside all trying to get in at once.  It was very amusing to watch
the domino affect as they all toppled backwards from Joey's and my blanket
sleep command.

"HRRRRRR!!"  Sarah said as she began attacking Joey's shield.

"Hey!" I said, trying to get her to look in my eyes.  "Sarah, there really
isn't any reason for us to fight.  We came here thinking you were a slave, and
we were only trying to find out where you were.  We didn't know you were
Mistress Sarah.  We don't mean you any harm."

"Then why didn't you just drop the act and tell me who you were before I had
to make you?" she said angrily, making the mistake of glancing at me.

I connected the empathic connection as an unrestricted two way, and then
repeated my claim.

"I still don't believe you.  You could be tricking me somehow..."

Joey finally exploded.  "SARAH, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FAKE YOUR DEATH!!!!  WHY
DID YOU LEAVE ME?!" ending with another sob.

"You're not my brother, so stop pretending!  My brother is dead!" Sarah said
with venom.

"Joey... Harrison must have played the same trick on her as they did with your
dad!"

"Fuck you.  You're the one playing tricks.." Sarah hissed, temporarily giving
up on her mental attack and tried physically struggling to break Joey's hold
on her wrists.

"Well, Joey?  What do you want to do?  Her shield is pretty weak, so we
probably could force ourselves into her head.  But what good would that do
unless we forced her to believe?"

"I... I don't know...  I can't think right now...  I thought I could handle
it.  But now?..  Shit Tim.  It was different when we thought of her as a
slave..."

Just as I felt the return of the emotional instability Joey had after his
nightmares, I suddenly I felt a combined attack on my barrier.  Gina and Sarah
were both attempting to take me down.  And they were starting to succeed.

"Sarah, stop or I will have to use FORCE!" I said as I sent her a powerful
pulse through my empathic link with her.

But she didn't stop, and I found my shields starting to collapse.

"Sorry Joey..." I said as used my empathic powers as a weapon. 

I opened myself up to feel the powerful fear and anguish which Joey was
pouring into my empathic senses and braced myself as I shared it with Sarah.  

Sarah had always been a strong and emotionally stable woman because she had a
very fast and decisive head on her shoulders.  She had always seen through the
problems of life before they could inflict the turmoil which Joey and I had
both had weathered through recently.  So the moment Sarah felt her brother's
emotions, she was overwhelmed by them, halting her attack with a whimper.

I kept the link going as I searched out Gina, her pathetic barrier collapsing
almost instantly.  Then just to make sure she wouldn't pull any fast ones, I
quickly created my own custom designed rat that would prevent her using her
any of her telepathic abilities against me again.

Joey was getting a grip on himself, so I helped both him and Sarah recover by
sending the safe and warm feelings I was finally allowing myself to feel.

After Joey signaled I could stop, Sarah regained some of her wits and said,
"You fucker.  How do you do that!  I can't believe I've fallen to a child.."
Then, "No... not Gina.." Sarah said, truly saddened.

"Sarah?" Joey said sitting down next to her on the bed.  "Sissy?  It really is
me..  Promise me something before I lower my shield for you?"

"What, fake."

"Promise if you find I am telling the truth, you won't harm Tim."

"Oh, I won't harm little Timmy Wimmy."

"SHit, Sarah.   Look me in the eye.  If I really am your brother, then you
won't hurt Tim.  SAY IT!"

"If you really are Joey my brother...  Fine I won't hurt Tim.  But you don't
really expect.."

"Tim, was she telling the truth?"

"Yeah, Joey.  Are you sure you want to do this?"

"To late now," Joey said, breaking the link with me and lowering his mental
barrier.

"Shit.  He did lower his.....  I can't believe......   This has to be a
trick....  Shit...."   Sarah said.

"Heh.  Hey Joey.  With that mouth, she has to be your sister.."

Joey blushed, blushing all over.  Then Sarah joined him in a body blush.

I started laughing and that just made them both blush again.

Sarah sighed and said, "If you really are my brother, then Dad and Mom?"

"Are alive and hopefully living back at home by now.  We all thought you were
dead.... What happened to you?"

She gave a similar account of being shown the remains of their family car and
having to identify the bodies of all three.  

"But I don't understand.." Joey said. 

"Shit.  Joey, link," I said, realizing we still had another telepath to deal
with.  One that the combined power of Sarah, Gina (no gain there), Richardson,
and another couldn't over come.

Joey put up his barrier again after forming the share link with me, then
started hugging her again.

"Sarah," I said, finding her eyes looking up at me as she returned the hug.
"If we take you back to your dad and you look for yourself at his faked
memory, will you let us scan you for yours?"

"That won't be necessary," a male voice said at the door.

"Stanley!" Sarah said, shedding Joey's hug and running up to the middle aged
man to kiss him enthusiastically.

"Shit." Joey said.

"So she is a slave.." I said out loud with out thinking.

"I believe you owe me an apology for trying to take my wife from me," the
dark-haired, slightly over weight, chisel nosed man said.

Something about his tone said we were in deep shit.  Nobody was that confident
without having something to back it up with.

But before I could share my observation with Joey, Joey said, "Fuck you.
That's my sister, let her go or we will make you eat shit for a living."

"Joey, I wish I had a coin for every time you said shit," I said before diving
for my pants.

I almost made it too.  But before I could reach my pocket, I felt my shield
get hit by a thunderous blow.  My head rang so hard I had to stop and hold it
a moment.  Joey had taken my hint, and had dived for his pants also.  But his
were a little farther away, and didn't even reach the half way point before he
was clutching his head.

I regained enough sense to lash out my empathic fear, causing the man to
stagger for a moment while I tried to get my coin.  I had it in my hands when
he hit me with another one.  My shield collapsed, and nearly knocked me out.
But I had my coin, and I was sure it would help me, and true enough, my head
cleared quickly, and I concentrated on pouring my fear on.

He was fighting my attack, holding his ground even though he wanted to flee.
My barrier was back up, but then I felt Joey's give.

I lashed out my own copy of his attack, but it didn't even phase him.  I felt
Joey slip into unconsciousness, and while I was fighting the bastard, I
realized Sarah was enslaving her own brother.  I cut my link with Joey, and
managed to grab his pants and grab the prize within.  

I managed cancel the shields Joey had place around his after discovering mine
had already been removed, then I took a coin in each hand and felt their
comfort and strength start decreasing the pounding in my head.

"Boy, you've lost."

"Fuck you, dickwad."

"Your friend is now mine, and soon you will be calling me Master too."

"Yes, masturbater."

"Where are your army of slaves?  You can't possibly be here by yourselves."

"Oh, they're around.  Look, if you are so powerful, then why are you fucking
around asking questions?"

"Because I like torturing my slaves before making them enjoy it.  Joey..  I
wish for you to show...  Tim..  how much you love me."

"Ok, master." Joey said scrambling to his feet.  He made it up as far as a
foot in front of the jerk before the man knocked Joey to the ground with a
powerful swing.  Joey just got up with a bloody face and said, "Thanks master.
You still want me to hug you?"

"No.  I'd rather you take that letter opener and stab yourself in the heart."

"Okay, master.  Shit.  I hope it doesn't make too much of a mess..."

"NO! You can't serious!  Sarah, you can't let him kill your own brother."

"Sarah isn't listen to you, boy."

I watched in horror as Joey picked up the letter opener, looked at it,
shrugged, then stabbed himself in the heart with a terrible scream.  I closed
my eyes so I  didn't have to watch Joey fall to the ground, but heard his last
few gasps before his body's movements became still.  

I kept my eyes closed, sinking down into myself, using the rage I was feeling
to push me deeper, grabbing onto every miniscule resource I could get,
planning to use it all in one huge punch to blow his incredible shield away.

When I couldn't go any deeper, I reached out to feel the people around me,
attempting to target my enemy.  But they were strange feeling, not something I
had ever felt before.  I couldn't even begin to decide what this meant, but I
knew that somehow I had to use this to my advantage.

I reached out with my mind and soul, and felt the room grow strangely quieter.
I stretched and stretched my mind, trying to grasp strange shapes within my
mind's reach.  They were becoming more distinct, but I felt myself getting
tired and instinctively needing Joey's link.

Out of habit, I reached out to Joey to ask for the share link, and found...
Joey breathing and his heart beating. 

It had been an illusion. 

I felt my way around, searching for Joey using only the vague impressions of
the symbols I could feel.  Then in a flash of light in my head, I suddenly
could see... Joey, and Sarah, and Harrison... and two more... the coins.  Not
their bodies.  Not their souls.  But..  Sources of energy..  I didn't
understand how I was seeing these things with my mind, but I did know who and
what they were.

As my mind focused on Joey, my brain really starting to throb.  Joey was
there, unconscious, but not broken for Sarah had strangely not taken his mind.
I forced Joey to form a share link, and immediately felt the relief I craved.
And then with another flash in my head, I not only could see the sources of
energy...  No..  Not even energy...

I could see the symbols! 

They were everywhere!  Hundreds of them in their heads, churning, spinning,
cycling... some following paths up and down their bodies.. others leaving the
concentrated mass of symbols that made up their minds and flying through the
air.

And there were a lot of them coming from Harrison, and they were all pointed
in my direction.  They didn't go past me, yet my shield wasn't getting hit by
them.  As I examined the swirling symbols which seemed to encircle my head, I
noticed that those symbols from Harrison weren't directed at my mind, but my
senses.

I attempted probe Harrison's mind, and watched as symbols leapt from me and
traveled to where my telepathic senses were telling me he was.  But my new
vision for some reason showed that they were way off course, flying towards
where there was nothing to probe.

Confusion.  Then frustration as my probe came back with the empty feeling of a
shield in place.  Was it a shield?  Or was it really just empty space?

My body's senses broke my concentration by reaching me even at the depth of my
inner self.  Fire.  All around me.  Burning me.  Pain...  Must leave..

I was just about to come back out to face my by body's danger when I
recognized one of the symbols which Harrison was showering me with.  The
symbol which had given Joey a lot of trouble to get drawn out because no one
wanted to be the guinea pig.  It was the symbol of pain.

It all fell into place.  The man had no real controlling abilities apart from
his incredible illusionary power.  No.  I take that back.  They were
controlling abilities all right.  Not of the mind, but of the senses. 

He even could manipulate the senses which telepaths use to lock onto another
person's mind.  So once I figured out how to send commands to a spot my senses
told me no one was, I watched the symbols as I threw out probe after probe and
finally lined them up with Harrison's symbol source.

It was incredible.  Harrison was probably the biggest illusionist and bluffer
in the world.  Even his own barrier was an illusion.  He had none.  A single
command made it directly into his brain, and I won the battle and war with the
symbol, "friend."

When my mind's vision showed Harrison had stopped his illusions, I raised back
up to my senses and opened my eyes to find Joey still unconscious on the floor
were he had fallen trying to get to his pants.

"I... I can't do it.." the man said.

"Stan?  What's wrong?" Sarah said worriedly, clinging to him like he was the
only thing keeping her upright.

"I'm sorry Tim...  Please forgive me..." the Harrison said.

"Maybe.." I said, putting Joey's coin in his hand.  "Sarah...  Why didn't you
take Joey over?  You might have won.."

"Stan, please... Why have you stopped?"

"Answer his question, wife."

"Stan.. <sigh>  I couldn't.  Not without Gina.."

"Gina?  You mean..." I said, before doing a light probe of Sarah.  Her barrier
was still up, but it wasn't nearly as powerful as before.  "Huh..  Like
brother, like sister, I guess.  Come on, Joey.  Wake up," I said, nudging him
with my foot.

"Uhhhhg?" came from the floor.

"Stan?" Gina's voice came from outside the room.

"Quiet.  Tim, I hope this little misunderstanding doesn't affect our... er..
friendship."

"Friendship?" Sarah said, totally confused.  "You mean this..  child is your
friend?"

"Hey..  Watch who you call a child.  I got more passion .. er, oh never mind.
Come Joey...   Wake UP!" I said, rolling him over.

"Ouch!" Joey said.  "Shhhhiiiiiitt, I feel like I....  Shit!  Who won?"

"Who do you think?  Now get your lazy ass up!  I gotta go pee."

"Shhiiit."

"Yeah, that too."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 18 - A Choice of Families
(no sex)

"But she's my sister!  I can't let my sister stay a slave, even if she has
been let live her own life most of the time."

"I will not give her up!" Harrison said.

I had just returned from the really cool bathroom they had there, my smile
from having to step over the massive pileup of sleeping Etas fading fast.

"Where's Sarah?" I asked, noticing she wasn't in the room.

"She gone to get Tommy," Harrison said.  "Your companion here is not seeing
things very clearly.  She's my wife, the mother of my child, and I am not
going to give all that up!"

"Who said anything about giving it up," I said. "Look, all we want is for
Sarah to be her own master.  I am not going to force her barrier down, but if
she would lower it so we could scan it, I probably could tell you whether she
would still... love you afterwards."

Harrison sat there undecided.  It was one thing to trust me as a friend, but
this was too much for even friendship. 

"Harrison, my friend, you know you're my friend by force.  Don't you see if I
wanted to I could have made you give Sarah to us?  You could have wound up
eating shit for a living if Joey had been the one to see through your
illusion."

"Well, I don't think I.." Joey started.

"Shut up, Joey.  Harrison, we won't release Gina's power until Sarah is freed.
The only hope you have is to free Sarah and hope she will still love you.  You
haven't mistreated her, have you?"

"No..  Stan never mistrea.." Gina said.

"Shut up, Gina," Harrison and I both said.

"May I join the party?" a gentle voice said from the door.

"Wally?" Joey said.

"Richardson!  What are you doing here!"

"Alex, please call your mistress Denise and tell her to come to the warehouse.
Tell her I said it's an emergency."

"Richardson..." Harrison said growing rather angry.

"I'm here to make sure everyone sits down and works this out peacefully,
Stanley.  Just like we did when I was fourteen."

"Wally, if you had anything to do with this, you better come clean or I'll.."

"You'll do what?  Play your tricks on me?" he said, smiling.

"Wally.." I said, sensing there being something more the situation.

"Not now Tim.  Gina, what is the matter with you?"

"He," Gina said, pointing at me, "turned me off!"

"He did?  Well, good for you, Tim.  Now turn her back on before she starts
crying."

"Look, Wally.  I like you.  You're a pretty easy going guy.  But I'm not
willing to trust you just yet.  We've come too far to screw it all up now."

"I see.  Gina, please get dressed, then if Tim hasn't turned you on by dinner,
I'll do it myself, all right?"

Gina gave me smug look, and even made a "Hmmmph" at me as she turned around
and left, her sexy ass catching my eye.

Joey had been getting dressed himself, so I started to pull my clothes on as I
said, "Look.  Right now I don't care about anything except taking Sarah back
with us to see her parents.  I want to go home, and so does Joey.  Can't you
at least let her spend some time with her family this Christmas?"

"We are her family," Harrison said.  "We have been for twelve years now."

"Only because you made her think we were all DEAD!" Joey spat.

"Who's dead?" a familiar woman said, stepping over bulky leg of an Eta to
enter the room.  "And who made this mess out here?"

"Denise!" we heard Gina's voice cry from the lobby. 

"Gina, what's the matter?" Denise said, stepping out of the doorway and out of
sight.

"Gina, get a hold of yourself, girl!" Harrison said, rolling his eyes up as we
heard Gina's blubbering.

"And he told me to shut up, too!" Gina cried out as they both came in the
room.

"Oh, brother," I said, sitting down on the bed next to Joey.

"Stan, what's going on?  Who are these...  boys?"  Denise said, eyeing us like
vermin.

"I'm Sarah's brother, and I've come to take her home.  Any questions?  Good.
Let's go, Tim," Joey said with a dark look on his face, getting up, grabbing
my hand, and pulling me towards the door.

"Uhm, excuse us for a momENT!" I said as Joey jerked me through the door.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said to him when I realized he was
seriously heading for the stairs.  "You're really not just going to try and
grab her and run, are you?"

"Yes I am.  This whole thing smells like a setup.  Wally's playing us for
fools."

"Wally?  I haven't felt anything...  Wait a sec.  Joey.  Wait.  Stop!"

"What!" he said, spinning around with frustration written all over his face.

"Wally is on our side.  Or at least he's on Sarah's side.  Yeah.  That's what
it is.  Shit.  You were right.  He was setting us up.  Setting us up to.. to..
Damn.  I almost have it.  But I'm positive he's not trying to trap us or
anything.  He want's Sarah to have you guys back in her life."

"Well, I'm not going to play his or anyone else's game anymore.  I want my
sister and...  that's that.  Are you going to help me finish this or not?"

"That's a stupid question," I said. 

"Well?"

"Yes, I'm going to help you finish this, but not by kidnapp..."

"Fine.  Then I'll do it myself," Joey said, turning to leave.

I sighed, seeing he had his mind set and wasn't going to listen to reason.  So
I figured if he was going to be unreasonable, I could be too.

"Well, I guess I'll just call my dad and have him send a limo out for me.  I
can't wait to get back home and see Suzi again."

Joey froze and turned around, then after looking up at my serious face, he
said, "You're not really going home without me.  You're just saying that to.."

"Joey, I'm tired of this shit," I said, passing him on the stairs.  "I'm going
home.  You don't need me anymore."

"I.." Joey said behind me, then didn't finish.

I kept walking down, waiting for him to stop me, call me back, anything, but
it never came.  I did hesitate before pushing the exit door open to glance
back up at him, and he just stood there, right were I had left him, staring at
me with a stubborn dark look.

Going through that door was one of the hardest things I ever did.  I didn't
even feel the cold as I made my way back across the field and entered the
medical building through its back door.

Okay, so I had no intention of leaving him there by himself.  But even though
Joey knew me better than anyone else in the world, he couldn't be sure that I
wasn't seriously leaving.  It was a power play, a gamble, or even a game of
poker.  He had tried to call my bluff, but now I was calling his.

But when I spotted a pay phone that for all intents and purposes should have
been my destination, I wondered if he wouldn't win this hand after all.  I
actually did hold all the winning cards, but would I make him give up
everything he has just because of his stubbornness?  Do I do this to him?  Can
I?  Would I?  Should I?

My hand was on the receiver.

My hand was picking it up.

I put it to my ear.

I dialed the operator.

My voice asked to make a collect call and gave the number.

Was I really going to do this?  Was I really going to leave Joey to fend for
himself without anything to use?

It was ringing.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

The other end clicked and a moment later a familiar voice answered.

My traderous voice asked the servant to connect me to my dad.

"Tim!  Alright!" Joey called, running up with a desperate face.  "I'll do it
your way, okay?  I need you."

"Hello?  Tim?  Is everything all right?"

"Yeah dad.  Everything is fine.  We found her, and we'll have her home by
Christmas.  But let it be a surprise okay?"  I said grinning at Joey's own
grin.

"Oh, and could you have someone rush a couple of bottles of drink to Central
State in the helicopter?  I think we'll want to celebrate.." 

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"Is that..." Joey said, looking at the six year old blonde headed, brown eyed,
fair skinned boy hiding behind Sarah when we returned to the office.

"Tommy, this is your Uncle Joey.  He's my lit.. my brother," she said.

Tommy just stood there, one hand holding his mother's hand while the other was
fingering his lip nervously.

"Hi, Tommy..." Joey said softly as he kneeled down.  "You named him after
dad?"

"And you.  His full name is Thomas Joseph Harrison," she said, leading Tommy
over to Joey.

"Mommy?" Tommy said, tugging on her shirt to have her bend over.

Sarah, listened carefully as he whispered in her ear, then whispered something
back to him before straightening up with a smile.

"What did he say?" Joey asked.

"He said he had to go take a shit, but wants you to take him."

"Really?" Joey asked his nephew.

Tommy nodded, then as they left together, Tommy called over his shoulder,
"Uncle Wally?  We're going to go take a shit.  Do you want to come too?"

"Shit, Sarah!" Joey exclaimed.  "What have you been teaching this kid?  You
used to wash my mouth out with shit like that."

"I still will too if he poops in his pants," Sarah said.

"Tommy, how about I take you next time, okay?" Wally said.

"Okay," Tommy said, glancing at his mom before they went out of sight.  But
then a few moments later, we heard him say, "I only need someone to go with
me.  You don't need to wipe, though.  Uncle Wally always wants to wipe, but
he's gay and likes wiping butts.  That's what mommy says.  Uncle Wally likes
wiping little boy butts.  Do you like wi.."

I don't know who was more red.  Wally or Sarah.

"Cute kid," I said.

"Sarah," Denise said, "What do you want to do with them?"

"Stan?  What should we do with them?" Sarah asked with a hint of humility in
her voice.

"Shit, Sarah, I don't know."

"Stanley, go stand outside so Sarah can think.  You know how she is around
you," Denise said irritated.

"Oh, all right.  But I'll won't give her up, you understand?" he said glancing
at me.

"Like I said.  I'm not asking you to do that."

"Yes you are and.."

"STAN!  GO!" Denise barked.

"If you weren't my sister.." Stanley said as he scrambled out of the room.

"Now," Denise said, "Sarah, what do you think we should do with them?"
 
Sarah sighed, then said, "I don't know..  Denise, tell me the truth.  How can
my brother be alive when I...  I saw his body?"

"I don't know," Denise lied.

"Bull shit," I said.  "We uncovered the memory of you and your brother at the
police station.  Joey's dad has been haunted by that experience ever since.
He hasn't been able to keep a job longer than three months ever since he saw
the look of fear on Sarah's corpse.  You guys really fucked him up, you know
that?" I said angrily.

"Daddy lost his job?" Sarah said painfully.

"Sarah, don't listen to him honey.  I don't know how, but they've tricked you
into believing that other boy is your brother," Denise said looking in her
eyes.

"They've tricked me?" Sarah said somewhat dazedly.

"Denise Katharine Harrison, you will NOT deny her the TRUTH any longer," Wally
said powerfully.

"But Wally.." Denise said.

"You heard me."

"You agreed not to interfere!" Denise said, turning towards him angrily.
 
"I did not.  I agreed that she was better off not having to go through the
pain of what you did after having come to terms with her family's loss.  But
it's time for her to know the truth, and to let her choose between us and them
if she must."

"So you did know.." I confirmed.

"Yes, I knew.  I knew the day I had you brought to my suite."

"What?  You traitor!  Why did you help them?" Denise asked enraged.

"I did not help nor hinder them.  All I did was arrange for them to meet
Sarah, and took the proper precautions to make sure they didn't harm us.  Not
that they would have to begin with."

"What do you mean, you took precautions?" I asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry, Tim.  I didn't put any 'rats' in your head.  I simply meant that
I and the four others in our group were standing by to stop you while you and
Harrison had your little squabble.  I nearly intervened when you saw through
his illusions and started throwing out probes.  But you didn't harm him, just
as I suspected you wouldn't, so here we are."

"Shit.  No wonder I kept feeling how patient you were about everything."

"Will someone PLEASE tell me what all this means?" Sarah gasped out.  "Wally,
please?  Who's telling the truth?"

"Tell her Denise," Harrison said from the door way, holding his son in his
arms.  "Tell her and set her free.  I can't live with it hanging over my head
anymore.  If I lose her...  So be it."

"Stan, are you sure?" Denise asked her brother.

Harrison looked her in the eyes, then looked at his son's confused and
innocent face as the boy tried to understand why his mother was so upset.
Stanley closed his wet eyes as he nodded his head, then kissed his son on the
cheek as his tears traveled down his own.

Denise also had wet eyes as she turned to the anxious Sarah, then sat down
next to her on the padded bench and took Sarah's hands in hers.

"Sarah, before I do this, I just want you to know that we really do love you.
You've given us so much..  Taught us things we never would have learned.. Made
us think when we weren't..  We never expected that twelve year old girl who we
found in our mists would be anything more than a play mate for our little
sister..."

Sarah and Gina had met in a cafeteria on Sarah's campus.  Because they were of
the same age, the two girls formed a close friendship, spending most of their
free time together since they were the only kids there.

Gina had a learning disability that Sarah simply hadn't noticed.  Because of
Sarah's intellect being far beyond those of the other kids her age, Sarah had
learned early on how not to act with the peers her age, and quite frankly
didn't even suspect Gina had a learning disability until Gina outright told
her.

What Sarah also didn't suspect was that Gina's older brother and sister had
discovered their telepathic abilities the year before Sarah met Gina, and were
at the college not to get a degree, but to pick out some prize pets.

When Stan and Denise had tired of what the campus had to offer, they found
their little sister distraught at the thought of leaving her best friend.  So
after careful planning and practicing, they used their combined skills to make
Sarah think she was an orphan, and took her into their care thinking it would
be best for Gina to have a pet or playmate of her own.  It wasn't until two
years later that Sarah became anything more than that.  

When Wally ran across one of Denise's pets, he cautiously investigated the
traveling family of telepaths and slaves after having made the mistake of
blindly announcing his existence to other telepaths too many times in the
past.  But unlike the others he had checked out and then avoided, they had
something which interested him.  A girl his own age who had just recently
discovered her meager abilities.

Wally risked his own freedom when he commanded Gina to become interested in
him.  Gina's powers were of no threat, but he wasn't sure about her siblings.
But after two or three months of spending time with the two girls, he suddenly
realized he was in love with the Gina's playmate slave.

Actually, Sarah wasn't really a slave.  Even though Gina was trying out her
powers on many people, she never touched Sarah's mind, and wouldn't let her
brother use her as his own toy either.  The three siblings were very close,
having gone through the tragedy together of losing their parents in a
automobile accident shortly before Denise's abilities surfaced.  They had
grown to depended on each other so much in the past that they never tried to
use their abilities against their siblings.

So beyond the generic slave attitude towards Stanley, Sarah was pretty much
was herself around Gina, and actually was helping Gina to use her abilities
better.  Wally found Sarah's intelligence and compassion incredibly
attractive, and even though Sarah was most certainly smarter than he was, he
knew she could learn a great deal from him too.

Wally had his first heterosexual sex with Sarah later that year.  When Gina
found out, she was so furious she attacked Wally's mind without warning.
Wally easily held her off, then after undoing Sarah's enslavement to her, he
asked Sarah to go with him.  Sarah said no, then accidentally linked with Gina
for the first time after she couldn't send Gina her thoughts like she usually
could.

That changed everything for Sarah.  Wally found the bond between Sarah and
Gina had grown so strong his own love for Sarah couldn't break it.  So instead
he asked them to forgive him, and helped Sarah to expand her new found
abilities while trying to decide how to proceed.

Sarah was actually the one who made the decision of what to do next.  Even
though she knew they had used their abilities on her, Sarah trusted Stan and
Denise even after Wally had removed most of their commands from her mind.  You
see, while Stan and Denise didn't see her as anything more than Gina's
playmate, they both had comforted and shown her tenderness while Sarah went
through the same grief they had gone through with their own parents' deaths.

So after several arguments and even one small battle of their abilities, Wally
relented to try talking with Gina's siblings instead of a straight out take
over.

When they tried to explain to Denise what had happened, she panicked and began
attacking Wally's mind.  Denise was nearly as powerful as Wally was, but Sarah
didn't know that and ended disabling Denise's abilities before Wally could.

The resulting battle with Harrison was the first and only time the siblings
had taken opposite sides.  Denise knew how Stanley's abilities worked, but she
had never attempted to do much more than probe him before, so she was
surprised as the others to find his shield impenetrable.

Gina, Sarah, then Denise fell to his illusions, but Wally somehow saw through
Stan's thoroughly convincing illusions and managed to get Stanley to call it a
draw.

That was the beginning of their new found relationship which three years later
had resulted in Sarah giving birth to Stanley's son, something which brought
them both together and ended up in marriage.  

While Wally had never given up his love for her, he was content with her own
happiness with Stan.  Well, not content, for Sarah hadn't been purged of all
her servitude commands towards Stan, and that had always bothered him.  But he
knew better than to remove them without the other's permission, and quite
frankly thought that Sarah, just to be obstinately stubborn about it, Sarah
would insist that he put them back if he had tried.

Sarah was very quiet once Denise had removed the last trace of the commands
she had put in Sarah's head all those years ago and ended her story.  Joey was
sitting on the other side of her, waiting patiently for her to process it all
like he knew she was, hoping she would want to go home with him.

Sarah finally looked up at Stan, then at Tommy.  After giving her son a weak
smile in comfort, she looked over at Wally, then Gina, gave me a momentary
glance before looking at Denise who had gone over to Sarah's desk to grab a
tissue for her eyes and nose.

Finally Sarah turned to Joey, then after her eyes filled up with tears, she
leaned forward and hugged him as she started to cry.

The room was getting pretty emotional, and my empathic senses were getting
pretty overwhelms from it all.  

But Tommy came to the rescue, exclaiming, "Uncle Wally!  I forgot to wipe!"
then jumped down from his dad's arms and hopped over the arms of Etas still
asleep outside.

That made Sarah and everyone else pull themselves back together, and once
Sarah stood up and straightened her clothes out, she said, "Well.. If I'm
going to be visiting my long lost parents this Christmas, I guess we better
rap things up around here before we go.  Stan, you better arrange for your
girls to make do without you this Christmas.  Let's see.. Wally, would you
mind pulling a little more of your weight around here and process the boys
you're letting go yourself?  Oh, and YOU and YOU can start cleaning up the
mess you made outside," she said, pointing at me and Joey.

"Oh shit," Joey said.

"What?" Wally and I asked.

"It's only been two hours since we found her, and she's already telling me
what to do!"

Sarah gave him a kiss and said "Please, for your Sissy?" 

Naturally, Joey and I were cleaning up the pile of their sleeping army of
muscle two minutes later.  

Ahh.. Now that would have made a great Kodak moment... With Joey and I
standing in front of them with a "Well that takes care of those guys" look.
Or maybe we could of had a "Anyone else want some?" look.  We had meant to ask
Suzi later, but it never came up.  

But once the last Eta was on his feet and heading back for the stairs, I did
mention to Joey, "Next we go raid a slave pit, we have to remember to take our
cameras."

"Heh.  No shit!"

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 19 - Shit! It's A Connor Family Reunion!
(no sex)

"Shit I'm nervous.  Are you sure I look okay?  Do you think they will
recognize me?" Sarah said in the limo.

"Shit Sis. For the last time, yes!  The only reason I didn't recognize you the
first time was because you had that suit on and had your hair pulled back.
Shit, you look just like I remember you.  Only wiser."

"I still don't understand why you didn't tell them over the phone," I said,
watching Tommy carefully as he tried flipping my coin like I had been showing
him.

"What?  And ruin the surprise?  Shit, that wouldn't be any fun.  Besides, they
wouldn't have believed me," Joey said.

"I wish Stan would have come with me.." Sarah said.  "I want them to meet
him."

"They will.  But you know why he didn't come," Joey said.

"Oh shit...  here we are..  Shit...  Oh shit, there's daddy!..  I think I'm
gonna start crying.."

"Shit.  You could at least wait until they see you too.  Then we can all have
a good cry," Joey said sniffing and wiping his eye.

"I think we better just stay in the limo," I whispered to Tommy.  "It will
be... dryer."  

I couldn't help but smile when he nodded his head silently.

The limo came to a halt, and Joey's mom and dad were standing at the front
door.  Joey had at least told them we were bringing someone very special over.

The driver opened the door, and Joey got out, followed by Sarah, then myself
with Tommy shyly bringing up the rear.  I had to admit that the shock on their
faces was absolutely priceless.  

Sarah ran up to them crying.  Joey's mom and dad were still stunned, but
started to cry too just before Sarah reached them.  Up until that point, Joey
had been smiling the biggest smile he ever had, but then it faded as he
started tearing up and rushed to join the crying hugging mess.

But Joey stopped half way, turned and ran back to me.  He said in a happy
teary voice, "Thanks Tim," and threw his arms around me and have me a fast
kiss.

Then Joey had Tommy hop on his back, and started to go join the others.  When
he realized I wasn't following him, turned again and said, "Come buddy.
You're part of this family too, ya know."

"In that case... Shit.  I need a tissue.. Shit.  Shit."

As we were walking up to the blubbering group, I wondered what they were going
to tell their parents when they asked how all of this happened.  Joey's
parents had ended up disbelieving everything concerning Joey, myself, and my
parents having telepathic abilities, so to attempt to tell them both their son
and daughter in fact had these powers would run the risk of them having
another relapse.

I scanned their parents minds, finding the questions already bubbling in their
heads, but the shock to find themselves as grandparents kind of distracted
them for while.  

Once we all went inside and I went with Tommy as he explored the house, Sarah
and Joey had their parents sit down at the kitchen table, intending to answer
the questions they were already asking.  

But none of them were thinking very straight at the time, and Sarah and Joey
were simply babbling without thinking.  Sarah was trying to tell them the
truth while Joey was trying to cover some of it up.  Their parents were
getting extremely confused, so once I was able to convince Tommy there would
be popsicles in the freezer waiting for him, I followed his trail of burning
carpet to the kitchen and called a time out.

"You two are not making any sense," I said to Joey and Sarah.  "Start from the
beginning," then to Joey I said, "and tell them the whole story.  They should
know, and it might be worse on them if they found out later."

"What is going on?  How can she be alive?  I identified..." Joey's dad said
for the hundredth time.

Both Joey and Sarah tried to tell them at the same time, so I just waited them
out.  I thought this was funny enough to be a little fun, and an idea popped
into my head.

I used an empathic connection to both Joey and Sarah and shared with them how
funny they were acting.  They finally shut up, both of them blushing from my
amusement.

I said, "How about a little slide show to explain.  I'll run the slides, you
two can take turns telling the story, okay?"

"Shit, I'm getting tired of this," Joey's dad said.  "Sarah, just tell me
where you have been for the last ten years."

"I've been at the University, daddy.  I was a...  Oh, I can't tell you this
way.  Joey, you tell them about you and Tim.  Then I can..."

"No way..  You tell them first.  I didn't want to tell them.  And you just
leave Tim out of.."

"Mom and Dad Conner," I began, "I'm telepathic, and Joey and Sarah are
partially telepathic.  Sarah was made a slave by another telepath, and he
tricked you into thinking she was dead.  There.  See how easy that was?"

"A telepath?" Margaret said. "What's the matter with you Tim?  Joking with..."


I said in their heads, "Uhm, Hi.  Testing one two three...  Please, don't
freak out.  This will probably be a little hard to get used to, but it's no
joke."

"Shit," the four Connors said.

"Well, I got to get going," I said getting up as everyone started talking at
once.  "My mom hasn't seen me for almost a month, and I have a ton of homework
to do so..."

"SIT DOWN!" they all said.

"Shit," I said without thinking before I sat down on the floor right where I
stood.

They were all talking at once, but they appeared to be making headway.  I just
sat and listened to the chaotic discussion.  But as they got to the part
involving my early discoveries before Joey had figured out his, I objected.
Joey wasn't telling it very well because of all the things he was leaving out.

"Joey, let me tell them this part.  Or more like show them," I said closing my
eyes.

"What is he going to do?" Sarah asked.

"I think he's gonna show us some memories..." Joey said.

I was concentrating on using some of Harrison's special effects, but was
having trouble getting it to work.  So I just did what Joey had said, and
began playing back memories.

I left out the sex, but some of it was strongly implied.  When I got to the
part where we had scanned his father's head and found the memory, I stopped
and said "next."

But Joey told me to continue, and Sarah agreed.  They had never tried sharing
memories with others before.  

"I can't.  I really have to go.  My mom has already.. er.. tickled me twice.
You might as well just finish up the old fashioned way."

I left them doing their "Shit, thanks Tim" thing and I got out of there as
fast as I could.  

Okay, so I had lied about my mom.  Joey and Sarah both knew I had seen her
when we had gotten to the North mansion.  But it was only six days before
Christmas, and I wanted to go home.

Besides, my mom informed me that I had a little brother on the way.  I wanted
all the family time I could get before having to share it with a little brat
of my own.  Although from what I had seen, being the older sibling definitely
had its advantages.

I just prayed to God he wouldn't be a telepath...

Fat chance, huh?

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The first 10 chapters of this story are available at:
http://www.mcstories.com/Tim/

And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
_The Book_'s Universe are also available at:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Rass_Senip/
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