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Paul - 2
by NSJ (nsj153@gmail.com)

***

Paul is primarily a mind control story. A young man 
(17) awakens after months of being on life support to 
find he has the unique ability to give people commands 
they must obey. He soon comes to find his ability is 
not as unique as he hoped and that he is being hunted 
by two organizations who wish either to recruit him or 
kill him. (mf-teens, youths, nc, rp, 1st, anal, mc)]

***

Author Note: Paul, is an adult story with adult 
content. It is more a story about a young man with 
mind control containing occasional bouts of graphic 
sex than a piece written with the express intention of 
getting the reader off.

As in all works of fiction any resemblance to real 
people or places is simply that, a resemblance. Feel 
free to email me with questions, comments or 
suggestions nsj153 [at] gmail.com

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Chapter 2 – Skipping is not Walking

Susan was buckling her seat belt in the passenger seat 
of her father's truck when she came too. Something was 
wrong. She feel dizzy thinking about it. She looked at 
her father, he was already behind the wheel and 
starting the truck.

"What..." She trailed off unable to finish her 
sentence. Why was she so confused? She looked to her 
father with the intention of questioning him but her 
mind grew foggy. She couldn't seem to ask but she did 
notice that her father looked tired.

"Where are we headed?" She asked. She was proud that 
she asked something though she knew that it wasn't the 
correct question as soon as it passed her lips. It was 
the only one she seemed capable of asking though.

"Home." Her father said through clenched teeth. There 
was something wrong with his voice. For some reason 
that reassured her. 

Whatever this was that was happening to her, she 
wasn't alone.

"What..." She started again. They were slowly 
spiraling down through the parking garage that was 
connected to the hospital. 

Something was wrong. Her mind seemed to work in fits 
and starts but always arrived at the same conclusion. 
Something was not right.  She suddenly visualized 
herself skipping and then crawling but she did not 
understand why. She felt like the images should mean 
something to her but when she tried to follow that 
thread of thought she got lost in the fog.

When her father slowed down for the gate but did not 
stop she gripped the arm rest hard. The truck broke 
through the barrier.  It wasn't a big explosion of 
wood and metal like a Hollywood movie. The wooden 
barrier simple popped off the metal arm and clattered 
to the ground.

"What the fuck?" She half screamed. Her father did not 
react in any visible way.

"I can't stop until we get home." Her father said 
devoid of emotion.

Something came over her. This was completely wrong. 
Something was wrong with her mind. Something was wrong 
with her Father's mind. Her brother... PAIN.

The pain shot through her and she screamed again, this 
time with the full force of her lungs. As she 
struggled against the restraint of the seat belt, her 
father did not respond. The first stoplight just 
outside the hospital went yellow as they approached 
and then red. She braced against the seat and let out 
a deep breath as the truck began to slow. It 
eventually came to a stop. She was sure he was going 
to run the light.

She looked at her father and saw a single tear rolling 
down his face. He never cried. Something was so wrong. 
She panicked. It felt like her skin was on fire. She 
had to move. She had to move now.

She unbuckled her seat beat and opened the door almost 
without thinking. She had one foot on the ground when 
the light changed and her father stepped on the gas. 
She stumbled out and away from the moving vehicle.

Now that she was no longer in the truck she knew she 
had made the correct choice in leaving. She was 
surprised, at first, that she could even walk toward 
the parking garage. She laughed as she picked up the 
pace and ran. She felt like a child for a while 
enjoying the pure feeling of running.

The confusion was still there. She did not know why 
she chose to head back to the hospital but whatever 
was wrong with her thinking did not effect her 
feelings. She felt it was the correct thing to do so 
she did it.

Once she reached the parking garage she grew fearful. 
Her mind was foggy and she did not know why. Only that 
there was danger here. She saw the gate he had driven 
though and the booth where someone should check 
tickets or take money. It appeared to be empty.  She 
walked past without looking too closely sure that 
whoever was inside would somehow recognize her.

On the ground level she saw the brightly lit area 
where the stairs and elevator were. She knew safety 
existed there. She took one step towards it though and 
knew that was not way to go. She moved towards the 
rows of parked cars. She felt like she was stalking 
from tree to tree in a dark forest where there were 
all manner of predators after her.

She reached the second level and followed the ramp 
around until she could see the sliding glass doors 
that connected to the hospital. A van was parked in 
the temporary parking spaces directly in front of the 
doors. The van looked wrong to her. It made her 
shiver. She ducked down behind a car aware of how odd 
she must look to anyone who could see her.

She felt drawn to the doors though. She moved forward 
darting from the cover of one car to the next. She 
ducked down behind a car when the sliding glass doors 
slid open. A man and woman excited the hospital. She 
let out a breath she was not aware she held.  They 
were just people, they weren't dangerous.

She stood up and moved forward as she watched the 
couple wait for the elevator to another level of the 
parking garage.  Thankfully these doors lead to the 
second level of the hospital and most people parked in 
the big lot out front. Only the doctors and nurses and 
the regulars who had applied for parking passes parked 
here. Hopefully there wouldn't be anyone else before 
she reached the doors.

She ducked between two cars when the doors opened 
again. This time two men in suits exited. She shot to 
her left hiding between the two vehicles. The feel of 
wetness and the smell of urine was how she learned she 
had pissed herself.

The men frightened her and yet she had never seen them 
before in her life. She pressed her face to the ground 
and looked beneath the car. She could not see anything 
because another car was in the way. She did the 
bravest thing she had ever done. She took a deep 
breath and crawled towards the wall. There was enough 
room to slip past the front of the car. Once past it 
she dropped onto her stomach and pressed her head to 
the floor. Now there was only a single vehicle 
protecting her from the men. The van was far enough 
away that she could see up to the men's waists but not 
far enough that she could see them completely.

One man was gone, probably already in the van. The 
other was operating the mechanical device at the back 
of the van. A flat piece of metal was lowering itself 
to the ground.

The doors opened again and Susan was surprised to see 
Megan. The nurse was pushing someone in a wheel chair. 
A third man in a dark suit followed her. Susan tried 
to concentrate on the boy in the wheelchair but it 
hurt to even look at him.

The boy was asleep. His head had rolled to one side. 
His body was covered with a blanket. Before they 
reached the van she lost sight of their faces due to 
the confines of her position. She watched as they 
loaded the wheelchair onto the mechanical lift and 
then into the van. All the people eventually got in, 
including Megan.

When the van started she panicked. They would see her. 
Her heart raced and she was sure had she not already 
wet herself she would have done so then. She remained 
on the ground pressing her face into the concrete. 
When the van drove past she squeezed her eyes shut too 
scared to even look to see if they had noticed her.

Almost against her will she shot forward after it had 
passed. She squealed at her own surprise movement. 
This was the right thing to do though. She needed to 
know where the van was going. She saw the license 
plate and heading toward the glass doors at a run.

Once inside she reached over the reception desk and 
grabbed a pen and piece of paper. The two girls behind 
the desk took note of her urine soaked jeans, her 
dirty clothes, and the tears on her cheeks. They were 
trying to ask her what had happened. If everything was 
okay. She ignored them.

She scribbled down the plate numbers and took off at a 
run. She had no idea what to do now, but letting the 
two receptionist catch her and cage her was not going 
to happen. She didn't understand why she had done what 
she had done, only that every odd step had felt 
correct. Somehow she knew that with the plate numbers 
there was still hope.

She left the hospital and walked. At first people 
noticed her jeans but the urine soon dried. She was 
walking past a gas station when she noticed a police 
car at a fuel pump. Almost before she knew it she was 
in the car. She started it up just as the officer was 
exiting the convenience store.

She stepped on the gas. The radio squawked as the 
police officer reported the stolen cruiser. She drove 
two blocks and pulled into a car wash. It was the kind 
that offered bays with garage doors that closed. She 
pulled the doors closed and tried working the laptop 
in the center of the car.

Eventually she found the program to report a stolen 
vehicle. She was just starting to input the 
information for the van when she had a better idea. 
She was looking for the amber report information so 
she could send the whole police force after the van 
when she found the DMV look up functions instead.

She typed the information to find that the van 
belonged to an assisted living village. She almost 
drove through the front garage door in her excitement 
to leave the car wash. Instead she got out and opened 
the door first. She considered turning the sirens on 
but the chatter on the radio was still about the 
stolen cruiser.

They kept warning the 'female occupant' to give 
herself up. That the car had a low jack device, that 
they would find her quickly. She knew she should be 
scared but instead she felt excited. Driven. As if for 
the first time in years she had purpose. When she 
examined those feelings she almost rear ended a truck. 
She did not know what she was trying to do but 
thinking too strongly about it did not seem to help.

She left the car two driveways down from the assisted 
living center. She popped the hood and trunk and with 
a tool she found in the trunk forced one of the 
contacts off from the battery hoping that would 
disable the low jack and give her more time.

She considered taking one of the shot guns from the 
trunk or the bulletproof vest that said police in 
large bold letters but she did not. Something felt 
wrong about drawing attention to herself even if it 
made her feel safe.

She entered the property from the back of the 
adjoining lot. It was an apartment complex's parking 
lot. She had to hang around before she felt it safe 
enough to climb up onto the dumpster and over the 
eight foot chain link fence.

Once over the fence she was on the assisted living 
home's property. There was a steep hill that rose as 
high as the fence itself before dropping quickly away. 
She had seen the same long tall hills on property that 
bordered highways. It was a way to deflect the sound 
as well as create a sense of privacy. The hill was 
littered with small bushes and evergreen trees to 
further break up the space and make it seem like a 
natural border.

She stayed in the cover of the trees as she approached 
the building. Only a few of the tennis courts or 
shuffle board courts were in use. Several groups of 
elderly people were playing cards on the umbrella 
covered tables set up behind the large apartment 
building. Female workers moved between the tables with 
trays of drinks.

The workers wore white shirts with something blue in 
the upper left of their chest. Some sort of logo. 
Their skirts were white as well. The inclusion of the 
tennis shoes made the young women look like tennis 
players, though the skirts came down to their knees, 
far longer than any tennis skirts she had seen.

She did not see any men in dark suits but she was 
terrified of being spotted by anyone. The large L-
shaped building ran all the way to the small hill. She 
made her way to the edge of the building by staying in 
the trees but then found she had no idea of what to do 
next.

She felt a need to get inside but it was overpowered 
by so much fear that she could not move. She stood 
against the building staring at the hill. She was 
panicking but she did not know why. When she heard 
police sirens that seemed to force her hand. She was 
surprised at how steadily she walked around the corner 
into the unknown.

She entered the first door she came too. Inside was a 
garage. Vans rested in straight lines. Dark vans like 
the one that picked up...

She shook her head. The van had picked up Megan and... 
the boy in the wheelchair. She tried not to follow her 
curiosity about who he was. Instead she looked at the 
vans' plates. The one from the hospital was not there. 
There were four empty spaces.

Perhaps they would not come back here. Perhaps whoever 
had taken him had simply stolen a van and this was a 
dead end! She was about to turn around when she 
considered the last place she had seen the van. It had 
been idling by the entrance of the hospital so that it 
had been easy to put the wheelchair into the vehicle. 
If the van was here it would be parked out front near 
the entrance so they could get... the wheelchair out.

As she moved towards the door that led into the 
building she was overcome with fear. She continued on 
though because as scared as she was it was better than 
turning around and not having a purpose. Even if she 
could not understand exactly what her purpose here 
was.

Opening the door to the building was hard. She 
expected to see long lines of men in suits or the 
police. Instead she saw a long wide hallway carpeted 
in the same crappy carpet you find in any building 
like this. The brown walls with the red diamonds 
seemed to fit with the whole idea of this place. Hand 
rails were attached to everything and ran down the 
length of the hallway. Somehow everything seemed a bit 
too stereotypical. This hallway could be in any 
convention center or mid-priced hotel across America, 
yet it filled her with such dread.

There was a door on each side of the hallway but then 
smooth wall for a long period. When one of the white 
shirted workers turned the corner some distance away 
and started towards her she darted through the door to 
her right.

She smiled when she realized it was a changing room. 
The lockers were not locked and it did not take her 
long to find one that held a uniform.

There were no personal effects in any of the lockers 
she opened but she was too busy to notice that fact. 
She undressed quickly and pulled the skirt on. It fit 
well but the shirt did not. She knew she was not in 
the best shape but the girl who wore this uniform had 
large breasts and an extremely fit stomach and it 
appeared, when she tried a second shirt on, that all 
the shirts were tailored.

She froze when the door opened. As she spun she was 
surprised to see Megan following one of the uniformed 
girls into the room.

Susan did not move as the girl led Megan to a locker.

"This will be your locker." The girl said in a calm 
flat voice. Neither of them looked at Susan except to 
glance in her direction once.

"You will come directly from your room here and change 
into your uniform. If you return from somewhere else 
you will come here first and change. You will place 
your old clothing into the locker and then report to 
the station for your assignments." The girl said. 
Megan nodded.

The girl leading her turned and left the room and 
Megan followed. The girl in the uniform did not seem 
to notice her. Megan smiled at her vaguely as she 
walked past but said nothing.

When the door closed behind Megan. Susan took a huge 
breath as she collapsed to her knees. Was Megan 
helping them. What she under this same power... Susan 
lost her train of thought.

When she was fully dressed, Susan made her way back 
into the hallway. She picked up a tray with empty 
glasses from a table just outside the next room and 
walked around the building searching. She stopped when 
it suddenly struck her that she was not searching for 
Megan. If she was looking for Megan she would have 
spoken to her in the locker room. Or in the very least 
felt something at seeing her.

No. She must be looking for her... The man in the 
wheelchair. The boy. The young man. Her mind skipped 
around trying to remember him clearly. She settled on 
the fact that he was not an old man. Even better than 
that, she realized she would feel oddly when she 
looked at him. This confusion could be useful in 
identifying him.

She turned a corner on the second floor and almost 
bumped into a man in a dark suit. She corrected her 
course and was already past the man when she realized 
what had almost happened. She could hardly breathe. 
She came to an open door and when she saw uniformed 
women working inside she turned in. Two women were 
making up the bed and another was removing the trash 
bag near the desk.

None of them looked at her as she put the tray on the 
empty table and sat down in the large chair. The room 
looked like a hotel room, including the in-the-wall 
air conditioning unit.

The women moved like dancers even about their simple 
chores. Each one was beautiful in her own way. When 
she realized she was watching how they moved Susan 
blushed and turned her head away. She had to come up 
with a plan. Something. Anything.

When she was ready she left the room and continued 
searching. She watched from a window in one of the 
rooms as a few of the men in dark suits stood near 
police officers out in front of the building. She saw 
a large group of police but they simply stood in line 
shoulder to shoulder. No one spoke and none ever 
entered the building to her knowledge.

She found several rooms that were oddly furnished but 
she did not worry about it, none contained a non-old 
man in a wheelchair. By the fourth floor she found it 
odd that she saw none of the elderly inside. She 
opened some of the doors at random to find that the 
rooms were empty.

She made her way back down to the room where she had 
almost bumped into the man in the dark suit on the 
second floor.

He was still standing guard outside the room. He 
looked to be about forty. He was in good shape and 
seemed alert but he did not seem to pay any attention 
to her. It was the same reaction as the other staff, 
or non-reaction as it were. She found herself walking 
up to him.

"The police are coming over the back fence." She said 
hoping he would leave. The man did not respond at all. 
He did not even look down at her. She reached slowly 
for the door. Still he did not move. Excitement mixed 
with her fear. There was a chance.

She opened the door and expected the man to attack her 
but he did not. As she was closing the door she 
paused.

"What are your orders?" She asked quickly when the 
idea came to her.

"To make sure the young man does not leave the room." 
The man replied. She felt a wave of excitement flush 
through her.

She closed the door behind her after she entered. She 
found it hard to look at the young man. This was the 
one. The wheelchair was beside the bed. He was lying 
on the bed with an I.V. in his arm. She did not know 
what was in the bag but she did not think it was there 
to help him.

She pulled the needle from his arm. That was when she 
noticed the leather cuffs around his wrists. They were 
connected with a short chain to a metal ring on the 
side of the bed. She quickly unstrapped his wrists 
then checked him. His ankles were cuffed as well. It 
was hard to see what she was doing as she removed the 
ball gag from his mouth.

She opened the curtains to look outside. There was a 
wide garden of flowers between the window and a paved 
path. Then there were a few tables and the tennis 
courts. His window faced the back of the property. 
That was good it meant they did not have to deal with 
the police lined up like pins out front.

She searched the window only to find it was incapable 
of being opened. It was solid. She considered trying 
to fight the guard but she figured he would fight back 
even if she was not trying to take the...

She searched the room for weapons. In the end she 
discarded the idea. She made her way out into the hall 
and entered the room directly across from... She 
peeked out of the blinds. She could see the men in 
suits standing in front of the police officers. Both 
groups were in exactly the same position as she had 
seen them before.

One man in a suit was speaking to an officer. He 
finished and stepped to the side to speak with 
another. Though she could not see his face she 
suddenly feared him.

When she realized that there were not many police 
officers left to speak to she felt a cold sweat come 
over her. She had to hurry. Whatever happened she knew 
she had to be done and gone by the time the man was 
done speaking with the police.

She rushed back across the hall. She took the front 
panel off the air conditioning unit and examined it. 
She did not have the tools or the know how to remove 
it. She had thought she might be able to push the in-
wall unit out and pull his body out behind her.  She 
was feeling panic well up in her.

She loaded the person into the wheelchair with her 
eyes closed. She could work so much easier when she 
wasn't looking at him.

She took a lamp out into the hall with her. She lifted 
the lamp above her head and was ready to strike the 
guard when a thought occurred to her.

"Do you leave your post?" She asked.

"No." He answered.

"What if there is an attack?" She asked.

"No." He said.

"What is there is a fire?" She asked with a smile.

"No."

"What if you are ordered away?" She asked.

"Yes." He said simply.

"You were ordered to go into that room and close the 
door behind you." She said pointing at the room across 
the hall.

He took a few steps forward and opened the door. When 
he entered he closed the door behind him. She stood 
staring after him for a long moment before she shook 
herself.

She ran back inside and put the lamp back. She pushed 
the wheelchair quickly down to the set of elevators. 
She was happy that when the doors opened the elevator 
was empty. She took the elevator down to the lobby and 
tried to act like she worked here.

She paused long enough in the lobby to go over and 
look out the front windows of the main waiting area. 
The man in the suit was speaking with the second to 
last police officer in line.

He would be finished soon. She knew the search would 
begin shortly after that. They would notice the man 
not standing at his post and they would come after 
her. She glanced at the police outside then pushed the 
wheelchair near the door marked stairs at the side of 
the room. She raced up the stairs to the second floor.

She ran back to the room and ordered the man back to 
his position. He silently obeyed. From the hallway it 
looked just the same as it had before. Now they would 
have to enter the room or speak to him to know 
anything was wrong.

She ran back to the wheelchair and pushed the 
wheelchair to the garage. After a few minutes 
monkeying with a van's controls she gave up. She 
pulled the body from the wheelchair and physically 
dragged the person's limp body inside the van so that 
it was lying on the floor. She made her way to the 
front seat and started the van. She pulled it forward 
within inches of the garage door.

She made her way back inside the building. No one paid 
any attention to her. She made her way to the lobby 
and spoke to the girl behind the reception desk.

"You have been ordered to go to the fourth floor and 
wait in one of the rooms." Susan said.

"Which room?" The girl asked.

"Four-oh-two." Susan said at random hoping the room 
was unoccupied. The girl stood up and walked away.

Susan waited behind the desk. The girl had a book she 
had been reading. Susan picked it up and waited. 
Nothing happened for a while. She watched the minutes 
slowly tick forward on the digital clock. She had to 
wait for the men outside to leave. That or she had to 
attempt to drive past all of them and even considering 
that possibility made her shiver in fear.

Suddenly she saw dark colored suits entering the 
building. The men moved like robots. They were of all 
races but each man looked fit and able to handle 
himself. If each man was given sunglasses and the 
little ear buds they would look like secret service 
agents.

After they passed she felt her throat lock up as the 
door opened again. The man that entered caused her to 
wet herself again.  Fear pulsed through her. He looked 
ordinary, somewhere in his mid-thirties. He was 
speaking with a female police officer who walked 
besides him.

She moved in the same groggy manner as her father had 
moved in the truck. After Susan watched them enter the 
elevator she stood up and walked quickly to the 
garage.

She froze when she entered the garage. There was a man 
standing at attention near the door that lead from the 
garage to the building. He looked at her once but then 
returned to his statuesque position.

She forced herself to wear a smile as she walked past 
him. The man did not respond as she walked to the door 
that led outside.  She had to make sure the coast was 
clear. It was. As she passed him again she stopped to 
speak with him. These robot-men were nowhere near as 
frightening as the man who had gotten on the elevator.

"Do you have money?" She asked him.

"No." He said. She nodded.

"There is money in the equipment room." He said. She 
tensed. The other man had not offered any information 
without her asking a direct question. She feared a 
trap. When nothing continued to happen she took a 
risk.

"Show me to the room." She said.

The man took her inside the building and pointed at 
the room across the hall from the changing room. The 
first door to the left.

She opened the door and immediately attempted to wet 
herself again. She would have been embarrassed if she 
could feel anything but the fear.

She had no room in her head to think at all except to 
look carefully at the six men pointing guns at her.

It was over. They had caught her. She should have 
known when the man gave up information with out being 
asked. She was a fool.

She did not know how long she waited for them to shoot 
her before she realized they were not going to. They 
stood three to a side. Each one had a MP5 pointed at 
her. She could see they wore Kevlar beneath their 
suits.

"You are ordered not to shoot me." She said. None of 
the men spoke. She thought about leaving but there was 
a door only a few short steps in front of her. That 
had to be the equipment room. They would need money to 
buy gas, or another car. There was no point in 
escaping if they could not afford to get away. She 
took a hesitant step forward. The men tracked her with 
the tips of their weapons but no one spoke. She took 
another step then another.

She passed between them and they turned back to the 
door behind her. She opened the door in front of her 
and slipped inside.  She was shocked. She did not take 
too long staring though. The room was filled with 
weapons. Rifles and pistols and grenades. There were 
even rocket launchers behind some of the larger locker 
doors. The money was easy to find.

It was laid out on a table in large stacks held 
together with a rubber bands. The stacks were 
different sizes and the bills seemed to be 
inconsistent. Here twenties and fives and ones, there 
fifties and hundreds.

She walked over to the metal briefcases stacked 
against a wall and attempted to lift one. It was far 
heavier than she would have guessed. She opened it on 
the floor and was surprised to see several handguns 
and some other things she did not recognize. That's 
when she noticed the duffel bags. They were empty and 
squished down into one of the areas below a bench. She 
walked over and pulled a few out. There were several 
sizes.

She filled one with all the money on the table. She 
grabbed items at random from the lockers. One or two 
of each weapon. She filled another bag with ammunition 
though she was not sure what went to which gun.

She left the grenades and rocket launchers but took a 
full duffel of smoke grenades and flash bangs. She was 
suddenly grateful for the time she spent playing video 
games with her boyfriends. The games had taught her 
the look of most of the items. When she was done she 
had several large duffel bags on the floor. Most were 
too heavy to drag let alone lift.

She stepped out into the small room that was between 
her and the hallway where the six men with guns stood.

"You are ordered to help take these bags out to the 
garage." She said. The men did not move. She went out 
to the garage and brought the man back with her. A few 
trips later and the man had all the bags on the floor 
of the garage near the rear of the van.

She was too scared to have him load the van. He might 
see the other passenger and she had no idea how he 
would react.

It took her some time but she got the heavy bags into 
the back of the van and was finally ready to leave.

She opened the small man door besides the large garage 
door and checked the drive way again. There was only 
one police vehicle left in the large parking lot in 
front of the building. The driveway to the street was 
clear.

She got into the van and took a few deep breaths 
before she hit the remote garage door opener. She 
glanced back once to check that there was a body in 
the back. Then she drove. She expected men in suits to 
jump out of the bushes at any second or bullets to rip 
through the tires and windshield.

She had no idea where she was heading but she found 
herself on the highway headed west. She drove until 
the fuel light came on. She pulled off the highway and 
filled up. The whole time she stood at the pump she 
waited for men with guns to come out of the building 
or cars to come skidding into the gas station. She had 
to go inside to pay. She did so quickly. The uniform 
had no pockets but she took cash inside in a sweaty 
wad. She was sure that they would at least question 
her about that.

She bought a few of the novelty shirts they had as 
well as food and soda for the road. She grabbed two 
bottles of caffeine pills near the register as well.

She tried to check on the other passenger. In the end 
she simply closed her eyes and felt the pulse at his 
neck. It was strong and steady. There were no seats in 
the back of the van but the man had not shifted much 
during their trip.

As she merged with traffic getting back onto the 
highway she felt a lot of her fear drop away. It felt 
good to be on the road. 

No, that wasn't completely true. It felt good to be on 
the road and driving away from Shady Oaks Assisted 
Living Community.

To be continued...

Next time the readers learn about another of the 
gifted, his experiences with the power, and the 
consequences of his actions.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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