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Book 4\par
Still Tripping\par
Chapter 3\par
Have You Noticed\par
That None of the Chapter Headings\par
Has Anything to do\par
With the Chapter Content?\par
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\tab Kenelle Nohemy.\par
\tab She shook a little when the boys, all of them, came up and surrounded her.  Vance and Chip had raging boners, cum drippled from Vance\rquote s cock.  Young Adam had a half boner, Bryan\rquote s drooped but was \ldblquote thick\rdblquote , Carlos and Doh Chee\rquote s were back to \ldblquote normal\rdblquote  positioning.\par
\tab Kenelle blinked her eyes some, shook her head and fought off the invading \ldblquote suggestions\rdblquote  coming into her mind.  That was okay, she seemed to have won, seemed to have.  Her moment of seemingly glory was curbed when Vance stepped up, the boys surrounding/flanking her hooked her legs and held them out, her butt still rested on the butt seat she rested on.  \par
\tab Vance seemed to be struggling, his head bowed and he began to stare at Kenelle\rquote s twat.  Her fiery red pubes and fuckable cunt did him in.  The boy blinked his eyes excessively, his tongue darted out and licked his lips, his cock sprang to full fuck mode.\par
\tab Kenelle shook her head trying to rebuke the boy despite her restrained composure.  Vance lowered himself into position, rubbing his cock against the woman\rquote s entrance.  Kenelle at first thrashed about madly, gritting her teeth and clenching her pussy so as to keep the invading cock out.\par
\tab But the cock head tantalized her, rubbing up against her, and all the poking and prodding finally enticed her to give in.  it was a forced rape she knew, the boys surrounding held her legs and Vance entered her.\par
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\tab His eyes fluttered, his body swathed in a sheen layer of sex sweat, his ass cheeks flexed; for a moment he was unable to breathe.  His mind was blank, filled to capacity with the enjoyment of unleashing a tumultuous orgasm unlike any other.\page\tab Vance\rquote s cock remained embedded inside Kenelle Nohemy\rquote s pussy, still jutting juices and reeling in the incredible fuck that had taken place.  The sensation was sensational, beyond belief, beyond the scope of comprehension to understand the venacular of orgasmic thrills.\par
\tab Finally, though, he managed to pull out.\par
\tab Another jut of cum spewed forth and doused the woman\rquote s pussy.\par
\tab A long strand of sticky goo came away as the teen numbly stood up on wavering legs.  He was speechless.  He gazed upon the woman, blinking his eyes and still virtually mindless.\par
\tab Casually he wandered back to where the girls had been assembled and sat behind them.  Jolene and Julie looked to him, then returned their looks to Kenelle.\par
\tab Vance would not be her first \ldblquote fuck.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chip went into her nextly.  He fucked his fill, his pud slipping out now and then as his frantically humped madly, sometimes he humped the woman\rquote s gash before re-entering her.\par
\tab Bryan\rquote s young bone was not 100% stiff, but after easing it into Kenelle\rquote s love tunnel it was.  The boy was mesmerized to be sure, he went thru the motions kind of blankly; but he would get better.\par
\tab Carlos and Doh Chee took their respective turns and the whole group watched as a lone figure once more appeared from out of the lingering darkness.  It wasn\rquote t clear to him what was happening, but Kenelle\rquote s legs were once lifted up and she began to appear as if though she was once more being fucked.\par
\tab And so she was.\par
\tab After the lone figure, two more came, boys, teenagers.  They were naked and sported serious erections.  Both took turns fucking Kenelle, thereafter\'85\par
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\tab Choices.  Choices-choices-choices.\par
\tab Decisions.  Decisions-decisions-decisions.\par
\tab Charlene, Jolene, Amber, Julie, Jin, and even Kalley, warmed the cockles of his soul.  Each girl was different, each girl had charm and each girl was seriously-seriously fuckable.  Seriously.\par
\tab Chris selected Julie, Harold sought favor with Jin.\par
\tab Carl had no particular favorite but took Amber for himself.\par
\tab Those selected were not taken far, just around to the two other open cell rooms.  Here there were actual beds, twin size in one and full size in another.  \page\tab Carl Mitchell guided Amber to the bed, his cock still stiff and ready to act.  Amber still under mind control laid out nervously on the bed.  Carl gave her verbal commands and the girl readily complied, albeit timidly if not nervously.\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m not going to hurt you.\rdblquote  Carl told her, \lquote just fuck your brains out.\rquote\par
\tab He did have qualms about the deed, he was generally a decent man and morally just--okay, he had incestuous relations with his son and daughter, son\rquote s friend and daughter\rquote s friend; there had been a previous kidnapping for sexual gratification; Brandy and her young step-sister\'85\par
\tab The metal springs of the full sized bed squeaked as Carl Mitchell put it to the fourteen year old.  She wriggled some, but otherwise kept her legs open while the adult man on top of her plowed her.\par
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\tab Julie scooted on the bed she lay on, holding onto the mattress as the person on top of her, IN her, fucked her.  There was very little pleasure in the deed--for Julie.  She thrashed some, winced, and fluttered her eyes repeatedly losing some equanimity in her demeanor.\par
\tab Chris drove deep into the girl, his hand under her butt, his eyes fascinated onto her pretty face--although it was highly emotional and screwed up.\par
\tab His balls were singing, singing and swaying, slapping against Julie\rquote s body as several inches of teen cock piston fucked the girl into a furor.  The sensation was beyond anything he knew.  He felt his cum squirting through his penis, it was astounding to say the least.\par
\tab When done and done he pulled out and lay his cock against the quivering cunt of Julie Veeber, cum spilling out of his piss slit as well as oozing out of the girl\rquote s cunny.  He lay partly on her, sucking on her nipples as she was slightly beginning to \ldblquote blossom.\rdblquote   He dug his finger into her sopping wet pussy meat, fingering it and working her up into a frenzy yet again.  He wanted to fuck her up the ass but his cock would have none of that.\par
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\tab Jin Wo gasped as up into HER ass a teenage boy stuffed his prick.  The violation was intense, but her mind was still filled with the horrors she had witnessed beyond the wall--the other side.  She lay on her side, clinging to the twin size bed as she was buggered.  Just across from her on another twin bed another teen lay with Julie.  The girls looked to one another and almost managed to smile.  Almost.\page                                                        *****\par
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\tab Other than screwing around in the dungeon, there was legit work to be done.  Chris had made as many as four videos of the dungeon shenanigans, made backup copies, then deposited them into Mr. Thomas\rquote  capable ($$) hands.\par
\tab They viewed the videos and Chris got to shag the Missus (again) along with the girls of the family.  There were some \ldblquote captives\rdblquote  in the basement but Chris was already shagged to the limit of his ability to keep his cock from severing itself from his body and running away\'85\par
\tab Mr. T would take the videos to his contact in the City and in a couple of days Chris could hand his father a nice tidy sum.  Chris promised more videos, at least one more batch.  Keeping the group in the Mitchell family basement was not to be an enduring thing.  One by one or two by two they would be released; taken somewhere far-far away.\par
\tab Once home again Chris found Harold the Tactless & Moral-less humping on little Mandy.  Chris patted the girl\rquote s butt, she lay wiggling on Harold; his cock was not IN the three year old, he had the girl laying on it and he was moving her up and down upon it.\par
\tab Carl Mitchell worked on an engine pump for a generator on the porch.  Chris told him about the video deal with his \ldblquote contact\rdblquote  in town;\par
\tab\ldblquote He thinks we might make about a couple thousand per video, maybe more, depends on the buyer and market and stuff.\rdblquote\par
\tab His dad paused in his tinkering with the engine.  It was incomprehensible, the amount of money, real money for the expense of others.  He had a problem with the doings, he wrestled with himself and couldn\rquote t believe it.  \par
\tab Chris let him be and slinked away.\par
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}}}\kerning28\f0\fs28\tab\page\tab He gazed over them; Charlene he liked, Jolene was okay, too.  Amber he could really like.  Julie was the most, though, who warmed him.  It wasn\rquote t that she was so appealing, striking, outstanding.  He didn\rquote t know what it was, exactly.  She was a charmer, was getting \ldblquote lumpy\rdblquote , had a smile that had melting effects.  He liked her, her hair style, body style, general demeanor.  \par
\tab Jin Wo was okay, too, ultra skinny, though.  And Kalley, she was seven.  Naked she was cute and all and he didn\rquote t mind fingering her and having her bob on his knob, but as far as anything else he wasn\rquote t so sure.\par
\tab As for the boys of the group, Chris wasn\rquote t into any of them, maybe Doh Chee, the Chinese boy, and Chip.  But just because for the boys.  The best fun was watching them screw the others and themselves, as well as the one woman, Kenelle.\par
\tab Chris noted that Kenelle was not so unlike John Hursh, the grandfather to Jolene.  John had at first seemed to be resistant to the narly shenanigans in the seatrain dungeon of hellish horrors.  And though Jolene, his granddaughter was his granddaughter, and young; Chris so noted that the man had indeed been high aroused.  The conditions were outlandish and out of proportion, had they been different and on their own--John may have fared better.\par
\tab Chris had been unable to delve into the man\rquote s mind and see if he had any narly desires for his granddaughter or had he already done anything with her.  Of course, he DID have Jolene.  But Jolene\rquote s mind was filled with conflicting horrors and it would take some time to sort out.  Chris would give her that time.\par
\tab Back to Kenelle.\par
\tab Though she detested the manner of which the horror was pressed upon her, getting boned by fourteen year old Vance was tolerable.  She was even so-so okay with getting dicked by Chip and Bryan.  She had a little issue with being dicked by Carlos and Doh Chee, but\'85\par
\tab Chris again tried Minding with the woman, the shackling of her was merely a precautionary thing as well as for video effect.  But there, too, was Chris\rquote  inability to get a \ldblquote lock\rdblquote  on the woman\rquote s mind to lull her into a secure state of being.  It was hit and miss with the others, too.  He WAS able to force them into compliance; in no way did he wish to pursue the antics that LaFrost did,  No Balls had carried his horror a little too far.\par
\tab He would take what he could get.\page\tab It had been two days, he selected Julie and brought her around to the open cell where there were beds and laid her.  He had no qualms about boning a girl such as she.  Her pussy was delicious, snug and received his cock well.  There was insufficient strength to try again for the buggering of the young girl, he made a mental note to do that first next time.\par
\tab He had Jin suck him and while she did so Chip was put to fucking Amber.  Vance fucked Jolene in the ass (the girl had pooped the panties crammed in her hole the day after her arrival).  Amber spread her legs for Adam and Doh Chee.  Amber was another who openly denied immoral sexual deviancy but to themselves embraced it.\par
\tab Bryan and Carlos took turns double teaming (double penetration) with Kenelle.  Adam Jones, the other shoplifting boy with Charlene, fucked Kalley.  He didn\rquote t want to, but was sucked on by Charlene and then positioned on Kalley.  His pud was stiff enough, he had licked out the young seven year old\rquote s cunt and then pressed into her his dick.  Kalley had already been breeched, she had been well fingered and probed.  Harold the Tactless had fucked her the second day of her arrival.\par
\tab None of the girls were seriously harmed; gently and easily they were laid and/or buggered.  Time and care was taken in the screwing of their young bodies, they learned the techniques of masturbation--to themselves as well as everyone else.  Oral and anal sex was another thing they learned.\par
\tab They took group showers, mixed sexes washing the other in an open no-door bathroom (see Fig 1).  They slept together, ate, and did all things naked and sexually.  Time meant nothing to them.  Music was supplied for them via a radio cassette/CD.  No news, no tv.  A VCR w/monitor was set up for their entertainment and they were fed three meals a day with snacks in between.\par
\tab Carl seriously hoped the sale of the videos would net a profit.\par
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\tab For video classification:  there was the Spanking Video; The Golden Shower Video; the GangBang Every Hole Video; Mixed Ages and Sexes Video; Same Sex Video; The GangBang II Video; and the Endurance Fuck Video.\par
\tab Each one netted the Mitchell family a nice chunk of change.  Cash, too.  Carl still had qualms about the deal, but Chris assured him that he would be able to help the tortured minds of the dungeonites, allow them to return to society with a minimal amount of \ldblquote brain damage.\rdblquote\par
\tab Chris, though, had his work cut out for him; each dungeonite would have to be dealt with singularly.  It was time consuming and the side effects put Chris out of commission for the rest of the day and part of the next.  This worried his father he grew more and more concerned, thought maybe a tumor or something could be caused by the ordeal.\par
\tab Chris worried about it, too.\par
\tab He decreed to himself that he would lay off for a while, a long while, afterwards.  His father thought that a fine idea.  Harold mused that in that case maybe HE should take up the cause.  Chris and his father rolled their eyes, neither thought THAT was a good idea.\par
\tab (Harold the Tactless in charge of the Pen Flasher; an item that could render his every whim, wish, and desire?  (all at once!?))  no, not a good idea.  And Harold realized that, too, himself!  It was just a thought.\par
\tab Mandy needed no mind alteration, she was three and would easily readjust to civilian life.  She had not been too adversely sexually destroyed:  she ran about the house and outside buck naked, she had been humped on, peed on.  She had sucked on the Mitchell family cock, fingered and poked and gouged and showered with gobs and gobs of spunk.  But not vaginal or anal penetrations.\par
\tab Charlene and Jolene had.\par
\tab Both girls Chris did in one day, er--mind linking to say.  In a way, Chris sorta kinda wouldn\rquote t mind to see Charlene stay on.  Julie, too.  Harold preferred Jin while Daddy Carl favored Amber.  \par
\tab In the end, after two weeks of the \ldblquote rescue\rdblquote  from the seatrain and woods, Charlene, Adam, Amber, Chip, Julie, Jin Wo, Doh Chee, and Kenelle Nohemy became semi-peremenant residents of the Mitchell family.\par
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\tab Construction of  two bedrooms; not very elaborate or anything, but with beds just the same.  \page\tab Jolene, Vance, Bryan, Carlos and Kalley had their minds dinked with and then taken to the City in the middle of the night with Kalley and Vance taken to ANOTHER city way-way beyond and dropped off (in the middle of the night.)\par
\tab Mandy was kept on, too.  Harold had a shine for her.\par
\tab Naturally Chris thunk up others who could come to the dungeon, if only for a visit:  the gang from the dude ranch, the bitches Brandy couldn\rquote t stand, and a whole shit load of others; including those of mutual friend Garret.  Harold wouldn\rquote t mind to see the nuns, Sister Rose and Agatha!\par
\tab Chris wouldn\rquote t, either, but feared the wrath of God.  \par
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\tab The Dungeonites weren\rquote t fucked on a daily basis, not even by themselves or from each other or whatever.  Carl didn\rquote t see keeping the captives for very much longer anyways, it was a terrible strain on his son.  Chris had to keep a mind link on the downsized group, instilling the NEW Way of Life for them every few days to make sure the Way of Life was not depleted in any way.\par
\tab And after another two week\rquote s time it did seem as if though the group was fully accepting their \ldblquote new way of life.\rdblquote   It allowed Chris to ceased dinking with their minds.  He slept for a week thereafter.  (at least it gave his cock a rest!)\par
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I Am the Darkness That Walks in the Fog\par
\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab\tab    I and the Fog Are One\par
\par
\pard\nowidctlpar\li360\ri360\sl240\slmult1 Standing alone in the dark--drowning in the fear that is smothered in the shadows \par
I am the only one here \line Visions of evil flitter about recklessly--silently\par
Alone I am--on a moonlit night so cold on an empty beach\par
Only the waves make the subtlest of sound lapping against the shore\par
Silently, though, they move back out to sea to leave me alone again\par
\par
Alone I sit on a rock that is surrounded by the sea\par
I hear the waves crashing on the stone wall around me\par
The bright moon dances on the shimmering glass-like surface;\par
Like a thousand mirrors shinning in the sea\par
\par
A gull calls out overhead breaking the silence nulled in my mind\par
We are as one in nature, a bleak nature of dismal gray and putridness\par
The lazy methodic clap of the bird\rquote s wings pierces the night\rquote s air\par
\par
Suddenly the great bird heads downward breaching the surface\par
He hurries off with his prize from the sea\par
The ripples of the sea form and move silently towards me\par
As each succeeding ripple reaches out the placid moonlight is bounced into my eyes\par
\par
I am not lonely--I am alone\line\line\tab My soul is putrid and I choke\par
\tab Gasping for air that is just as putrid\par
\tab Standing lost and forgotten in the darkness\par
\tab The fog rolls in and envelopes me\par
\tab I become as gray as the lucid air about me\par
\par
\tab Deep into this darkness peering\par
\tab Long though I stand wondering and fearing\par
\tab Doubting dreams I\rquote ve dreamed before \par
\tab That no mortal has dared dream before\par
\par
  \tab The fog dissipates and there is nothing\par
\tab The epitome of my soul lies open for me to scour\par
\tab My heart beats silently pumping putridness again and again\par
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\tab Evil is as Evil does.\par
\tab Darkness of the putrid since, or even sense!  It is by far  considered the worst state one could live in.  It is not so perceived by the masses that anyone who is evil is automatically bad, or vice-versa; but it is only is only a vision of things that are.\par
\tab Those who of Goodness or the perception thereof, tend to look favorably on surviving, and worship the evolution of society.  And society is obliged to have a good government centered on gallantry of goodness and righteousness to properly prosper; other than that, it would be anarchy.\page\tab So its what most of the philosopher, politician, civilians tend to explore (and general fail at, but so long as they made the effort they feel good about themselves, soooo\'85) There is a much more wider awareness of Goodness and Light.  The Darkness is more subtle and it exists in all of society, religions and castes.  \par
\tab Individualism, the one who think toward themselves rather than finding answers for someone else, answers for someone else; tend to embrace the Darkness in all its various forms while casually observing the Light of Society (but mostly to find its flaws).\par
\tab Good and Evil, the old rhetoric, are the ultimate yin and yang (good and evil) but the fact that they are complete opposite doesn\rquote t mean Society has to endorse one or the other.  \par
\tab For fact, Darkness is the opposite of Light and is comprehended by most of the peoples.  It is normal to think the majority must hate Darkness.  This is not so.   Certain persons of both Light & Dark living lifestyle will discover a state of well-being and universal comprehension, not the worthless comprehension learned in school, or comprehension of working, raising children, participating in the general stream of good living.\par
\tab It is not to say that persons deciding for themselves to embrace the Dark Side didn\rquote t sell their souls to Hell.  Embracing Darkness did not/does not entail its members to be thugs, murders, generally despised society anti socialist, they only represent the face of Evil because and even only because they are individualist. \par
\tab They are not productive for society which mean they are deemed worthless and not good for anything.  This generally encompasses the younger generation of society, inner city youth.\par
\tab However, most of the time, they are repugnant before society, despised and hated and definitely misunderstood.  Is the breakdown of the Family structure to blame?  The breakup of family unity itself?  Society?  Some do indeed blame Society, as a whole--violent video games, violence in movies, contradictions of life in itself and just the basic over population of sooooooooo many peoples--we are not all bound to get the fuck along with one another!\par
\tab So, just by the fact that stupid people understand nothing or that they are the opposite of what they think they understand, they become like mere robots methodically feeding the economy and not much else.  \page\tab This is life for most of people, the people of Goodness and Righteousness.  The Evildom festers, biding time, feeding on the putridness of society  There is no extraordinary tonic at this blight of society; except self-destruction.\par
\tab It is virtually impossible that such a democratic society can function if the most strong principle is individualism. On the opposite, the best society would be the one were everyone would know each other and so, no more violence, rape, murder, general mayhem.  \par
\tab The earth is constituted of humans being put in various caste systems and levels of hierarchy.  The biggest populated number are the people in the middle, which are neither solitary, nor individualist. \par
\tab Then there are those who make part of, for example, sects; which begins the Trickle Down Effect of which can be more solitary) as well as developing other inner castes of inner city life.  \par
\tab And then the minority, the neo-philosopher individualist. All the human beings are repatriated in their societies.  There is no remedy, of which the general hierarchy decrees.  The \ldblquote remedy\rdblquote  would consist of changing all the people to the Third State (Individualism).\par
\tab This 3\super rd\nosupersub  State would render each person conscious of their existence.\par
\tab It would evoke a revolution. \par
\tab But society forbids this evolution of a revolution because they are afraid of the repercussion it might bring.  It kicks out individuals and forces them to fend for themselves, and the become even more of the societal problem not dealt with--a festering boil on the buttocks of humanity.\par
\tab And one such \ldblquote festering boil\rdblquote  was Forrest Finch.\par
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\tab To say it was hot would be a classical understatement.  He had been used to hot weather, but there was the accumulative mugginess that accompanied the hot weather--that he was not used to.  \par
\tab Heat waves rose up from the sidewalk, the pavement, from the very body itself; the trees, and even the water in the water fountain.  Overhead birds and planes soared in a perfect blue sky.  Heat bore down on him from every direction.  \par
\tab A graying black man in a fancy dude outfit (kinda like a butler) briskly waltzed to him, \ldblquote Can I hep ya wid yer luggage, sir?\rdblquote\page\tab Forrest blinked at him, he was already numbed by the fact of just arriving in a \ldblquote foreign\rdblquote  land, the oppressive heat was cooking him alive, and now faced with a congenial aged black man.  It was too new an environment to adjust to so quickly.  Forrest shook his head and the man frowned but went on to serve someone else.\par
\tab\ldblquote Git yer ass across the street!\rdblquote  yelled the sergeant from behind him.\par
\tab Forrest whirled around, almost stumbling off the cooking cement sidewalk and hurried across the pavement to the awaiting bus.  As many as twenty other souls followed suit.\par
\tab They all lined up and faced three men in soldier\rquote s suits.\par
\tab\ldblquote All right,\rdblquote  bellowed the same sergeant, \ldblquote You got three Goddamn seconds to git on that bus!  And two of them are gone, now!\rdblquote   a maddening scurrying of potential soldiers rushed to scramble onto the bus, taking a small ditty bag with them, leaving their suitcases of civv clothes behind.\par
\tab It was an oven inside the bus.\par
\tab\lquote What the fuck have I gotten myself into!?\rquote\par
\tab His mind was numb for the most part of, culture shook and all that.\par
\tab Never in his life had he traveled on a plane, it frightened him and vaguely did he remember any of it--except flying over the Rockies and the long wide sweeping turn that put him in the Palmetto State.  He was 18, just a few days fresh out of high school, and he was in the Army.\par
\tab Not a great career choice, but back home in the Golden State his choices were very limited--oilfields, potato sheds, or truck driving.  None of those suited him as they had been the tasks of his family.  He wanted something a little more.  And joining the Army was the answer?\par
\tab It was a government job, benefits, clothes, travel.  A general snow job by the recruiter paved the way.  He sat on the quickly filling bus, mixed Nationals, breeds, and humans--his mind still awash in the murkiness of the entire ordeal.  \lquote Take it day by day.\rquote  his dad had given him the advice.  Day by dad--uh-huh, sure, right.\par
\tab The bellowing sergeant came onto the bus, \ldblquote Sit yer ass down, shut up, eyes front.\rdblquote  the driver got the nod from the 6\rquote 4\rdblquote  220 man who definitely filled out his khaki uniform.  The driver shut the door to the \ldblquote cattle car\rdblquote  bus and they were off.\par
\par
\tab Welcome to Ft. Jackson, South Carolina the sign said.  The non-air conditioned bus rumbled onto the military installation and to the raw recruits new living quarters.  They disembarked with the barking of the same sergeant, \ldblquote You got three seconds to git off of my bus!\rdblquote  he bellowed.\page\tab There was a ten minute barking lecture, mostly about what Forrest had no idea; it was fucking-a hot!  Sweat rolled in rivers down his neck and balls.  This was NOT a good idea.  Although, it was June and he COULD be sewing potato sacks in a sweltering warehouse--it would be just as bad.  Same amount of PAY, though.  (but w/o the bellowing sergeant.)\par
\tab For the next week the 20 men would be housed in an Induction Center, getting the necessary shots, clothes and equipment they would need for their 9-week basic training.  They began to learn the rigors and proper procedures of military life, codes and ethics, discipline, and protocol.\par
\tab For part of the time Forrest realized that he was too immature for the Army way of life, he felt that it was a general mistake.  But realizing it was half the battle.  He spoke with his platoon sergeant, who was not a bad person--a career man, had been in \ldblquote campaigns\rdblquote , had seen war action, and now was prepping young men/women to do the same.\par
\tab He spoke, too, to the company chaplain.\par
\tab He then spoke to himself.\par
\tab Day by Day.\par
\tab It was a learning experience.  Luckily he was not an idiot, when asked a question he was able to come up with a correct answer.  He was able to blast targets at long ranges, he was physically fit and quickly learned how to adjust to the Military Way of Life.\par
\tab By the end of his basic training he had become well liked and looked upon favorably.  He had graduated from squad leader to platoon leader, assisting the platoon sergeant.  He earned an early stripe, recognition as an expert marksman, and went on to the next phase of his military career.\par
\tab Which was Advance Individual Training (AIT).\par
\tab At a new base for this training he learned to be an Infantry Operations & Intelligence Specialist.  (Military Operations Specialist (MOS) assigned number being 11F).\par
\tab He also took a stint at ranger school, becoming a member of the 82\super nd\nosupersub  Airborne Rangers.  And then--there was an incident where he was severely injured.  It was a time in his life that changed him, forever.\page Wherever you go, your Dreams will come too\par
\tab Soft sea breezes with just the scent of sea ickiness; that mixture of sea food with sea water, seaweed, sea life all mingling as one to waft about on the almost ever constant sea.  Growing up in the central area of the state he was generally a long ways from the ocean, but always felt a draw; the sea was relaxing, he felt more alive.  He had always enjoyed anything involving the sea; pirates, ships, naval warfare and exploration.\par
\tab He was fresh off of 2-weeks furlough, or modern terminology, \ldblquote leave.\rdblquote   It had been good to be home, but he was still a member of the armed forces and had to go on.  That had been several weeks ago, too.  He needed the relaxation the sea provided.  In the short time he had come to the new duty station, (Ft. Ord) he had gotten around fairly well, public transportation as well as by bicycle.  He had found a so-so secluded spot that looked over a rocky beach.  It was there he could sit and think.\par
\tab And he had a lot to think about.\par
\tab In recent weeks all seemed--vague.  Looking back on his life as a whole seemed vague and unfamiliar.  Upon arriving to new digs he found out something about himself.  Something that caused him to be highly concerned.  He needed the time by the sea to reflect.\par
\tab He had arrived at the new duty station at dusk, had found the Receiving Hall despite being misdirected by the locals (he made a note of them so as to be sure not to defend them in time of war.)  The desk sergeant looked over his paperwork and stamped it, Forrest was four hours from being AWOL, but he wanted to spend as much time with his hard working parents as possible.\par
\tab The sergeant handed the paperwork (orders) to the lieutenant.  The lieutenant handed the paperwork to a captain.  There was the proverbial \ldblquote hurry up and wait\rdblquote  and then he was directed to report to his new unit but not until the new morning.  Checking in with the Rec. Hall saved him from being AWOL.  He stayed the night with some other near-late arrivals and reported to his new unit the following day.\par
\tab He stood staring at the new unit (building), it was stucco white, though weathered some, being just a couple of miles from seashore.  Multistory, narrow it was but long.  Seaside trees surrounded it.  A main street before it, a large sloping landscape of ice plants behind it.  A mess hall to one side, a POV (privately owned vehicle) parking lot to another side.\page\tab  Something clicked in his mind; he didn\rquote t know, a creepy eeriness enveloped him.  And his headache was back.  For weeks upon weeks he had been plagued with a reoccurring/staying-on headache.  Sometimes it was accompanied by ringing in his ears.  He also had blurred vision. \par
\tab His father had told him that he could make a deal about it and get out of the Army on a medical discharge.  But then what?  He would still need a job, the headache and earaches weren\rquote t debilitating enough to warrant Disability.\par
\tab\ldblquote But it could be.\rdblquote  stated his worried father.\par
\tab Forrest would have none of that, the Army had good medical facilities and as soon as he was settled into his new digs he would seek out their help.\par
\tab He walked into the building and to the CQ (Charge of Quarters) desk.\par
\tab A burly sergeant and a pipsqueak private sat in their chairs there.\par
\tab Forrest handed over some paperwork.\par
\tab\ldblquote Hey, yer the new Tossed Salad!\rdblquote  sparked the sergeant.\par
\tab Forrest nodded dryly accepting the new acronym to his MOS title, TOSS SALAD:   Tactical Operations Special Security-Special Advanced Logistic Adverse Deliverer.  \par
\tab Huh?\par
\tab He was a member of OppFor; Opposing Forces, specialized units placed in military units whose primary goal was once on maneuvers for training purposes the TOSS-SALAD OppFor member was there to make it as difficult as possible for the Unit to communicate and/or opperate efficiently (or otherwise.)\par
\tab\ldblquote What happened to the other?\rdblquote  Forrest asked since he realized he was \ldblquote replacing\rdblquote  someone.\par
\tab\ldblquote He got shipped out.\rdblquote\par
\tab The sergeant stepped out around the desk and made his way down a hall.  Forrest knew the routine and followed.  He passed several doors, bathrooms, closed doors and opened ones.  The building housed three companies, forming a battalion.\par
\tab Into a room Forrest was escorted, his paperwork handed off to his new company commander.  The Puerto Rican captain gave the paperwork the once over, shook the newcomers hand;\par
\tab\ldblquote Welcome to the 7\super th\nosupersub !\rdblquote  he said with a smile.\par
\tab Forrest nodded with a half smile, the ringing in his ears was coming back.  The captain gave instructions to the sergeant to set Specialist Finch up with supplies and a room.\page\tab Being a member of an elite organization (TOSS-SALAD) got Forrest his own room.  It was suited for two, most of the rooms in the four story building had were designed for four peoples, each person (soldier) had a wall dividing to give him (or her) some semblance of privacy.\par
\tab Forrest had all kinds of privacy, his own bed, a desk, and key to the door.  After quickly settling in he stood at the large bay window looking out to the front staging area, the lawn, the grassy knoll and trees.  His headache and earache had diminished somewhat and he didn\rquote t pay any attention to them anyways.\par
\tab First Call, so he was told, was at 5AM.  Second Call came thirty minutes later.  First Formation was at 6AM.  From 6AM to 7AM there was the general rigor of PT (Physical Torture (Training)).  From 7AM to 8:45AM it was chow time.  Thereafter, Second Formation either at the staging area before the 7MI building or at the motor pool, communications building, or day room for a lecture.\par
\tab First & Second Call were when the private manning the CQ desk to come get a dose of verbal abuse from sleepy soldiers.  The private would come rap-tap-tapping on all the doors to awaken his fellow comrades so as they could scurry out of their bunks and be ready for the 6AM Formation.\par
\tab Military regiment.  Forrest didn\rquote t know if he wanted to make a \ldblquote career\rdblquote  of it, but he had four years to finger it out.\par
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\tab It was his personal preference, not that he didn\rquote t overly care for it, that had Forrest on his own.  He DID meet and encounter others of his company, and the other two companies sharing the building, but no one to chum with.  Which well suited Forrest regardless, his entire life he had been alone.  His family had lived aways from others so having \ldblquote friends\rdblquote  as he grew up were far and few between.  He was okay in school, but not athletic, not outstanding in any field or class.\par
\tab  So he was well suited for the OppFor classification, too.  It was a loner field, he went into the \ldblquote field\rdblquote  when the company did.  He camped aways away from them and did his thing to interrupt their ability to communicate and be secure.\par
\tab He did have to answer to higher authority figures.  He himself had achieved the rank of Specialist 5, equal to rank classification of E-5, or basic sergeant, but specializing in a particular field or MOS.\par
\tab One of his higher ranking authority figures was a one Lt. Karen Saro.\page\tab A short gal, mid 20s, blond, nice butt, nice chest, nice smile.  A compact dame Forrest found his eyes lingering on.  She was friendly enough, too, smiled a lot and was helpful and curious about Forrest\rquote s job.  She was in communications herself.  On her uniform was the emblem of a ranger, a paratrooper she was, 101rst, to be exact.  \par
\tab An incident one day, a few days after his arrival.  It set him on a whirlwind trip into himself, a trip into insanity--to be exact.\par
\tab They were in the communications building, B1-7MI.  The 7thMI was Military Intelligence (in some forms this was an oxymoron in progress.)  It was a narrow building that was really long having two floors.  In its heyday, like the big wars, the building and several dozen other sister building were really something.  But since then, the buildings had become little more than storage facilities.\par
\tab Forrest had an \ldblquote office\rdblquote  here himself, a place to store his \ldblquote stuff\rdblquote  for use in the field.  The company had SOP to boogy to the outland of the area at least once a month, but generally speaking didn\rquote t make it except once every other month.  (SOP--Standard Operating Procedures)\par
\tab One day, Sp.5 Finch was passing thru the narrow hallway on his way to lunch--a nearby building housed a chow hall for the area and was a favorite hangout.  Passing thru the hall, too, was Second Lieutenant K. Saro.\par
\tab They spoke briefly, she asked, \par
\tab\ldblquote How\rquote s it going, Specialist Finch?\rdblquote  in regards to his \ldblquote work.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote Just fine, Ma\rquote m, thanks.\rdblquote  he said.  \par
\tab She nodded and moved on.  Finch stood by the drinking fountain staring at her as she moved along in her tight-form fitting fatigue green outfit.\par
\tab\lquote Damn!  She looks good!\rquote\par
\tab Lt. Saro stopped and turned at the end of the hall looking back at him.\par
\tab\ldblquote Excuse me?\rdblquote  she said.\par
\tab Finch shook his head in disbelief, \ldblquote I-I didn\rquote t say anything.\rdblquote  he proclaimed.  He hadn\rquote t said anything, he had THOUGHT it!  \par
\tab She smiled and shrugged and disappeared up the stairs to the 2\super nd\nosupersub  floor leaving Finch very confused.\par
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\tab He remained confused thru lunch.\page\tab The headaches and earaches continued.  As did the confusion.  On a lark he tried it again, just because.  After lunch walking back the half block back to the com building he passed two soldiers, one female.  When they were almost to the chow hall building, Forrest looked to the woman, \lquote Damn, that\rquote s a nice ass!\rquote\par
\tab The woman stopped and looked back in extreme pissed-offedness.\par
\tab Forrest scrambled to his building\rquote s secondary door entrance and up the stairs.  Not so much as for flight, but to make the far left side window that had a direct view of the chow hall.  He saw the woman, a private, and her boyfriend, a corporal.  The woman was pointing madly back behind her.  The boyfriend apparently telling the black female that he had heard nothing.\par
\tab Forrest was in a funk.  What the fuck?\par
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\tab That was on incident.  There was a nothing.  He could have done without it as it was the one that led him on the route to his insanity.  It happened as he was showering.  In the general latrine there were as many as eight stalls, eight sinks, and in a separate room there were eight shower heads for that gang shower thing.\par
\tab While showering (alone) he dropped his dog tags, the identifying metal tags issued to every soldier so as to--uhm, er, identify their bodies upon their deaths.  In the light Forrest noticed something about the tags, he hadn\rquote t given them much thought since having them issued to him in basic.  \par
\tab His name was there.\par
\tab His ID Number (SS number)\par
\tab His faith.\par
\tab His blood type.\par
\tab But at the bottom was a string of numbers, a letter preceding them.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t know what it was for and couldn\rquote t remember if it had been there before--but had to assume it had.  The dog tags were always on his person, always.  He had learned that valuable lesson in basic--among many others.\par
\tab Forrest Francis Finch.\par
\tab Non-Denominational\par
\tab O-Positive.\par
\tab EXP-011010100110\par
\tab He had no idea.  Maybe it had to do with the tag number itself or something.  He finished showering and went on about his business.\page\tab Some days later and he was showering again.  But not alone.  Something was noticed by Forrest, the fellow soldier\rquote s dog tags.  They were dangling on the shower spigot.  His curiosity was wild with him.  And when the soldier left the shower room to fetch some shampoo, Forrest peered at the tags.\par
\tab Eric William Galls\par
\tab Social Security Number\par
\tab Catholic\par
\tab O-Negative\par
\tab Nothing else follows.\par
\tab There was no tag number.\par
\tab Forrest\rquote s curiosity was not curbed, it festered.\par
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\tab One tag missing the number string meant nothing, he needed a more to draw any pertinent conclusions.  He began making it a point to shower when there were others and steel glances at their tags.  He did more research about the metal tags and the info imprinted thereon.\par
\tab He finally just upped and asked his favorite lieutenant.\par
\tab She looked at the tags but had no idea, she looked at hers and there were no extra numbers.  They asked a gruffy sergeant major of the company and in all his bourned years, Nope, never saw any extra numbers on a set of dog tags.\par
\tab This was no longer amusing.\par
\tab They took it to their unit commander.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t know either but promised to look into it.\par
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\tab The captain didn\rquote t have much in the way of information about the tag, either, and explained that it was probably a tag number that is used but not supposed to be imprinted on the tag itself.  But\'85\par
\tab There was something the captain wanted to discuss with Sp. Finch.\par
\tab The captain had Finch\rquote s file.  \par
\tab\ldblquote You entered the Army at Ft. Jackson, South Carolina, June 18\super th\nosupersub .\par
\tab   Graduating Basic August 29\super th\nosupersub .\par
\tab   September 2\super nd\nosupersub  entered Ft. Gordon for 9 weeks of AIT.\rdblquote\par
\tab He paused for a moment.  Forrest nodded his head that the information was all correct.  What\rquote s your point?  (sir)\par
\tab Captain Pinto gave one more bit of info:\par
\tab\ldblquote You entered Ft. Ord for first permanent duty station, reporting in on May 1.\rdblquote  he paused again to let the Specialist Five digest.\par
\tab Specialist Five Forrest Finch stood before the ornate cherry wood desk of Captain Pinto, blinking his eyes.  Behind the captain on a wall next to some plaques and awards and degrees was a calendar.  It was June.  A ringing in Forrest\rquote s ears began again.  He gulped.  He felt his heart pounding in his chest.  Something didn\rquote t jive.\par
\tab\ldblquote You have orders putting you here May 1.  You have paperwork here that says you graduated AIT October 31.\rdblquote  the Captain stood cocking his head, \ldblquote Where the hell you been for six months?\rdblquote\par
\tab Forrest had no idea.\par
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\tab It wasn\rquote t easy and Capt. Pinto got the runaround a few times, but the captain found there \ldblquote sealed\rdblquote  medical records on his TOSS-SALAD specialist, and the info he got he didn\rquote t believe, but had no choice \rquote cause it was the most and all that he was going to get.  \par
\tab\ldblquote You were in an accident.\rdblquote\par
\tab\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry?\rdblquote  Forrest said, he needed clarity, and a lot of it.\par
\tab\ldblquote You had original orders from Gordon sending you here November 17, after your 2-weeks home on leave.  Enroute to the airport you were involved in a serious traffic accident.  You nearly died and for a time you were apparently in a coma.  After the new year you awoke and the doctors were able to manage you back to full health and re-fit for duty.\rdblquote\par
\tab Finch wrinkled his nose.  He didn\rquote t remember any of that tank dust.\par
\tab The captain seemed content with the info.  Forrest wasn\rquote t.  Something didn\rquote t jive.  (for one thing, why didn\rquote t his PARENTS say anything, surely being in a friggin\rquote  coma the military would have notified them?  Being missing for 6 fucking months surely they would have said something when he finally DID go to see them?\par
\tab Why hadn\rquote t anyone told him what had happened?  He didn\rquote t remember any of it?  He vaguely remembered Ft. Gordon.  But that was all.  The captain said medically speaking there had been some memory loss, amnesia and that sort.  More tank dust.\par
\tab Forrest had a creepy feeling.  He didn\rquote t care for it, no, not at all.\par
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\tab He thought of calling his parents.  He thought of writing them.  He nixed them both and hoped to get leave and go and confront them.  In the meantime, he came to find something else.  With the knowing that he had been in a serious accident he knew nothing about he gave himself a look over.  He found no scars on his person save for the scars on his head.\page\tab There were scars that were actually circles, in three areas on his noggin.  He couldn\rquote t figure them and they were only present when he buzzed his head of its hair.  \par
\tab His head looked like one of those puzzles.\par
\tab His life was a puzzle, and it was missing some pieces.\par
\tab Back to the other thing\'85\par
\tab Again and again he spoke his thoughts to a passing cute girl.\par
\tab And again and again she did in fact \ldblquote hear\rdblquote  him!\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t explain and didn\rquote t understand.\par
\tab Time he began to spend in quantities at the sea, it relaxed him and put him in a better mood.  It didn\rquote t help him understand whatever the hell was going on--but at least he was relaxed about it.\par
\tab When he DID get to see his parents, they gave him a bigger snow job than his captain had!  Some bullshit that they couldn\rquote t get out to see him in the hospital there in Ft. Gordon--which was 100% BS \lquote cause the Army would have secured their way not at their expense.  They claimed that they knew all about the accident and prayed that he would pull thru and apparently he did.\par
\tab Forrest returned to Ft. Ord more confused than ever.\par
\tab He needed a vacation.  He needed one away from the Army, far away, very far away.  He thought of a cousin he knew, in the Midwest, Illinois somewhere.  He had a farm, or a ranch of some kind.  Mitchell.  Carl Mitchell.  He had one son and something about his wife just passing away.  He lived on a ranch out from a small town out from a large city.  He had an open invite to go there any time.\par
\tab He threw himself into his work; it was the only saving grace that saved him.  The plaguing things in his life he could do without and chose not to deal with them.\par
\tab Until again he begun to think about his Thinking.\par
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\tab It was not improbable to think that his \ldblquote coma\rdblquote  trauma had released brain powers, or mind powers--enabling him to have astounding telekinetic abilities.  It was what he thought and had to firmly believe.  What else was he to believe?  What other answer was there?\page\tab When he could, which was often, he tempted fate with speaking out via his mind.  He couldn\rquote t believe the results--people actually heard his unintended thoughts!  And on one such occasion, he found another incredible facet to his new found ability:\par
\tab He was in the parking lot heading to the bus stop to head to the wharf for dinner and relaxing hours away by the sea.  In the lot he came upon Lt. Jill Casper.  Early 20s, kinky (permed) reddish brown hair, soft alluring blue eyes, very trim, and quite the cordial one despite being an officer.\par
\tab She was standing at her car shuffling some paperwork before going home, she had an apartment off-base.  Forrest kept out of sight, going to the trees in the middle separating \ldblquote A\rdblquote  lot from \ldblquote B\rdblquote  lot and made eye contact with the gal.\par
\tab\lquote Damn, nice-nice ass!\rquote  he thought strongly.\par
\tab Lt. Casper whirled around wide eyed, mouth open.  She saw no one.  It was Close of Business day, a few folks at by the chow hall and malingering in front of the Unit building, no one close.\par
\tab Then, something new happened, it was unintentional but it was okay by Forrest.  After Jill Casper had shrugged off and went on to get into her two-door compact, a fleeting thought blurted itself into Forrest\rquote s mind:\par
\tab\lquote Damn, wish you would take your clothes off!\rquote\par
\tab And behold and lo if she didn\rquote t start doing just that, undoing her fatigue green uniform shirt.  Underneath was a crisp white tee shirt, Forrest stared at her, \lquote Uhm--uhm, I-I wish you would stop that.\rquote\par
\tab And she did.\par
\tab Forrest had to pause--this was beyond comprehension.\par
\tab What was going on here!?\par
\tab Then, \lquote Uhm, I-I wish you would--lay down in your car.\rquote\par
\tab Compliance!\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t overly comfortable as she had one of those small two-door compact cars, foreign made.  The emergency/parking brake in between the seats.  \lquote Backseat, crawl into the backseat.\rquote  he said coming up to her.\par
\tab She wasn\rquote t opposed, she didn\rquote t bitch or ask questions or anything, just compliantly crawled into the backseat.  Forrest was amazed, blown away.  He didn\rquote t understand.  What was there to understand? \par
\tab He took a few minutes to rationalize and think.\par
\tab It only garnered him a headache.\par
\tab\lquote Uhm, undo your pants.\rquote  it was worth a shot.\page\tab And before his eyes the lieutenant began undoing the web-utility belt and green button to her fatigue pants.  Forrest looked around for security purposes.  He was in total disbelief.\par
\tab Jill had undone her pants and unzipped them.\par
\tab Forrest blinked his eyes, gulped, sweated, and mulled several thoughts all at once.  \lquote Uhm, uhm, slide-slide them, your pants, down.  Slide your pants to your ankles.\rquote  might as well go full bore.\par
\tab Beyond his comprehension she did as he \ldblquote thought.\rdblquote\par
\tab\lquote Son-of-a-bitch!\rquote\par
\tab Lovely lavender panties, skimpy kind.  Forrest stared and began to drool.  What the FUCK was going on here!?  Another fleeting thought erupted into his mind, might as well--\rquote Ta-take your panties down!\rquote\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t believe it.  She did!  She did! She did!\par
\tab Jill Casper, 2\super nd\nosupersub  lieutenant United States Army, pushed her panties down to her ankles where her green fatigue pants were.  Unbelievable!\par
\tab\lquote Wow.\rquote  he thought to himself.  A nicely trimmed snatch the lieutenant had.  Very nice.  Into the car he went, sitting sideways and staring at the nakedness of the woman who was staring up to the ceiling of her car.  \par
\tab\lquote Wow.\rquote\par
\tab He then wondered about something.\par
\tab He had to think and think hard.  What he was thinking could be dangerous.  But then again, sitting in a car with an officer, female officer, who had her pants and panties at her ankles--that wasn\rquote t dangerous enough!?  It went against protocol and ethics and all kinds of stuff that would land his lily white ass in the stockade.\par
\tab He had no plans for that to happen.\par
\tab But looking upon the woman, she was calm.  Almost like she was asleep.  The notion he had about \lquote touching her, fingering her\rquote  slipped wisely away until he could give the situation more thought.\par
\tab He had no choice but to believe that he HAD developed some sort of intrinsic mental prowess.  It was the only answer.  He didn\rquote t have enough information about the subject, but deemed to himself that he would.  \par
\tab He had the lieutenant pull her clothes up and dress, then stand outside the car, like she had before--before Forrest interrupted her.\par
\tab When she was doing these things, Forrest amscrayed, back to the trees.  He watched her as she got back out of the car and stood beside it.\par
\tab\lquote Uhm, go-go back to as you were.  I-I release you to yourself!\rquote\par
\tab Sounded like the thing to do, say.\page\tab Surprisingly it was exactly what the lieutenant did.\par
\tab She looked around, stumbled into her car, shook her pretty head and looked around some more.  She seemed dazed, confused.  Then, sluffed it off and got (back) into her car!\par
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\tab Fish & Chips (fries) and a soda suited him for his dinner.  His favorite place he had found on the wharf, it wasn\rquote t too fishy but fishy enough.  He got his favorite place, too, a seat by the window so as he could hurl the fries out the open window to the sea gulls malingering about waiting for a freebie.\par
\tab Had what happened with Lt. Casper really happened?\par
\tab He couldn\rquote t believe it.  It was unconscionable and totally inconceivable.  Had his accident really released his mental abilities?  Was that what caused his headaches and earaches?  \par
\tab He looked to the waitress who was his and flipping about delivering orders to the other patrons.  \lquote Bring me another soda.\rquote  he thought to her.\par
\tab She paused a moment, scratched her nose, then went to the bar and drew a glass of soda; and promptly delivered it to Forrest with a smile.\par
\tab\lquote Holy shit!\rquote  he said to himself.  (he hoped he said to himself.) the waitress gave him a curious look, \lquote What?\rquote   Forrest shook it off and gave her a blank stare, \lquote Huh?\rquote  the confused waitress then scurried away to continue her work.\par
\tab Forrest realized that his thoughts he would have to find a way to curb them, to keep them from being broadcasted--er, the ones he wanted to keep to himself that is.  Exclamations (Oh Shit!), personal thoughts (I wish Lieutenant Haser would go fuck himself), angry thoughts (I wish Lieutenant Haser would go fuck himself).  All could get him into trouble.\par
\tab After dinner he walked along the way back out of the wharf, he had to either catch the last bus back to the base or walk.  \par
\tab He had yet to acquire a bicycle.\par
\tab Lots of people to contend with, shopping, eating, yapping, mingling.\par
\tab At the end where the last shops were a woman in a black pleated short skirt stooped over to retrieve some dropped car keys.  She was tall.  Very tall.  Young adult, a pinkish nylon top with red dots all over it, huge red loop earrings dangling in her ears.  Short upturned nose, long jaw line, too much makeup, too much perfume, too little time--she seemed to be in a hurry.\par
\tab She was also alone.\par
\tab Forrest still needed to know about what his \ldblquote ability\rdblquote  could do.\par
\tab He followed the woman.\page\tab And when she began to hurry her steps a little more and casually glance over her shoulder nervously like, \par
\tab\lquote Don\rquote t worry about who\rquote s following you.\rquote\par
\tab And it seemed to work.\par
\tab\lquote Slow the fuck down!\rquote\par
\tab She did that, too.\par
\tab Her car was a VW Bug.  Where she had parked, though, there were not many cars.  It was getting dark and Forrest ansy.  Forrest looked around for security\rquote s sake, then,\par
\tab\lquote Take your panties down.\rquote\par
\tab To his delight, the woman shucked her panties right down to her ankles!  \lquote Bend over!\rquote  came the next Thought.\par
\tab Compliance!\par
\tab She did that, too!\par
\tab Forrest stepped up to her and brushed his hand against her ass, her bare ass.\par
\tab No reaction from the woman.  None.  Nada.  Zip.  Zilch.  Nothing.\par
\tab From brushing to pressing.  (nothing)\par
\tab From pressing to anal hole exploration.\par
\tab Still nothing.\par
\tab From funk hole to sweet hole.\par
\tab The body of the woman, Sherry Mullighan, tensed up and shivered, but it was an involuntary reaction from the body and not the mind itself.\par
\tab On a dare (with himself) Forrest hauled out his cock and pressed it against the woman\rquote s crack.  He tried for penetration but his fear overwhelmed him--it was a public place--a public parking area.  It was getting darker by the minute but he didn\rquote t care for the sheer openness.\par
\tab He moved the woman to the lee side of the port authority building, a trendy hip and expensive restaurant was next door to it.  On the lee side, the side that was mostly flowers, shrubs, and faced the docks.  It was fairly quiet and serene there.\par
\tab Forrest was in a bad way, his cock was 110% engorged and he wasn\rquote t going to let it go without relief.  He was amazed that he was able to keep such a mind-lock on the woman, Sherry.\par
\tab Under the breezeway where the security light was supposed to be on they went, it was dark and quiet.  On a sitting bench he gracefully slid the woman\rquote s panties down and off.  Laying her out on the bench, legs up around his waist he plowed into her for a wondrous three minute fuck.\page\tab Her pussy was deliciously snug and gripped his cock hungrily.  He was well pleased with his actions, amazed, too.  There was nothing from the woman save for a bit of typically-expected sexually orgasmic bliss.  Forrest filled her cunny with his love cream, contemplated plugging her backdoor but his cock wasn\rquote t ready for it.\par
\tab He dressed her and walked her back to her car, sliding her panties into the crack of her ass and pussy.  Let her figure it out!\par
\tab He stood back aways and Thought/Minded:  \lquote Okay, yer on yer own.\rquote\par
\tab Seconds later the woman faltered, shook her head and looked around curiously, tugged her panties out of the crack of her ass, got in her car ans zoomed on.\par
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\tab It gave him a lot to think about.  A lot.  He didn\rquote t pretend to understand it; what was there to understand?  He \ldblquote thought\rdblquote  a thought and it was received by the Receiving Party and they acted on his transmission.  Easy as pie!\par
\tab The how of it was the kicker.\par
\tab He didn\rquote t much believe in magic per se, sleight of hand was one thing, but mental telepathy, telekinesis, psycho mumbo jumbo\'85  There were books upon books about such stuff, he had never been one to put much stock into it, having not experienced  it himself.\par
\tab But\'85\par
\tab He tested his new found ability again, some days later at the Comm Building.  The conditions were right, just right; as it was close to the end of the day and most of the communications people had gone up to the main building for the end of day formation.  The comm people consisted of tactical wire operators, radio personnel, and anything/one dealing with communications from the mundane to the extreme.\par
\tab In her office doing paperwork was Lt. Saro.\par
\tab The perky blond was oblivious to the presence of specialist, although he was slinking to the far side just out of eye-view in the hall.  No one else was in the building.  There would be no final formation, he had heard the top sergeant saying so earlier in the day.  \par
\tab He wasn\rquote t so sure if he needed line o\rquote  sight or what.\par
\tab\lquote Saro, Karen Saro--\rquote  he decided to use her name, that would make it sort of a certainty.  \lquote Stand up.\rquote\par
\tab He heard the chair scoot back.\par
\tab\lquote Come to the door.\rquote  of which was open.\par
\tab Compliance!\page\tab To his surprise, if not delight, Karen Saro did indeed appear at the door.  He looked to her, she seemed to be looking at him, but said nothing.\par
\tab\lquote Uhm, I-I wish you to--undo--no, unbutton your shirt.\rquote\par
\tab He didn\rquote t know why but he was nervous.\par
\tab To his delight (again) Lt. Saro unbuttoned her shirt.\par
\tab He had her go back into the room.  He shut the door behind him.  The windows of the room were so grunged up with time they couldn\rquote t be seen thru anyways, two of the three windows were cracked open for to let in soft warm summer air.  They opened from the bottom.  Carefully so as not to be seen Forrest drew the funky almost canvas-like drapes for added security.\par
\tab Now was time for a little fun.\par
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