Chapter 2

The last twenty minutes of my drive back home goes by uneventful, which is good, I needed time to think. First I just had some of the greatest sex I'd ever had, not that I have had a bunch, but enough for a comparison. But more importantly, this new found ability that I have, what to make of that. I wonder if I should go to a doctor to make sure I'm ok, but then decide against that, I figure then I'd end up being a guinea pig for a bunch of scientist poking and prodding me all the time.

So I start thinking about all the possibilities that are now available to me. I already know sex won't be an issue anymore. What about money? I figure I could walk in to any bank and have them hand over all the money, but that could draw unwanted attention, plus probably get other people in trouble too.

About then a new Mustang convertible went by in the other direction. 'That'd be cool, get a new Mustang instead of this old truck. Better yet, a new jacked up 4wheel drive, that'd be cool. Hey, why not both? Of course, I'd have to explain that to my folks, oooorrrr I could just do my mind thingy and convince them that it was ok, normal. But do I want to use my "Jedi mind tricks" on my own parents?'

Having greater mental clarity doesn't really help in this situation, since now I can think all the possible consequences through and see what could happen with the choices I make. As I get closer to home, I decide that I'm going to really need to think things through before I do anything hasty.

As I turn the corner to my street I see my parents in the driveway all dressed up and ready to get in the car for church. They see my truck and wait for me to pull into the driveway. My folks always dress up for church, mom looks nice in her summer dress and dad is wearing his sport coat and slacks.

Mom says to me as I get out of the truck "Hey sport, we about gave up on you, if you want we can wait for you to change for church." Mom thinks church is real important, I personally don't get it, but go often, mainly to please her. Dad I think does the same thing, although he uses it as a way of networking for his business, he sells life insurance. And after the preacher's fire and brimstone sermons, most folks are very open to talking about life insurance.

"Not today mom, I'm really beat and I figured I'd rest up this morning." "Are you sure, we're picking up Grandma after the service and taking her for a nice lunch and then over to visit your Aunt Vicki and Tom?" Vicki is my mom's younger sister by two years, and a real hottie, she's been married to Tom for about 12 years and they have two young daughters. My nieces Tina and Tory are cute and some day will be real lookers, but at 9 and 11 there more a pain in the ass than anything. It seems both sort of have a crush on me and every other boy from 13 years old and up and so when we go over there, they pester me to no end.

"Nah mom, as inviting as that seems I really am beat. You guys go ahead and tell grandma I said hi, and the rest of the family too." "Ok honey, we probably will stay for diner at Vicki's so you'll have to fend for yourself for diner. There's leftover meatloaf in the fridge and I bought lunchmeat yesterday if you want to make a sandwich for lunch" she says as she climbs into the passenger seat of their car.

"So how you do fishing Al?" my dad asks as he opens his door. "Not so good this time, but I really enjoyed it anyway" I smirk to myself. "Good" he says as he climbs in and starts the car. They both give me a wave as they back out of the driveway.

"So drowned some more worms did ya?" our next door neighbor Jack yells as he's loading his golf bag into the back of his SUV. "Going to chase a little white ball over a golf course?" I fire back. I don't really like Jack much, but I have to be nice to him because he's a friend of my dad's and more importantly one of my dad's clients.

Jack Higgins is about 45, a short guy, about 5'6" and has what I call short man's disease, big talker but most of its bullshit. He is also a wimpy guy, which only makes his stories of grandeur seem that phonier. Mostly bald and glass and a little mustache, and a little chunky; he always reminds me of a tubby Hitler. But he is a major player at one of the local banks, a vice president of investment banking, so he has some bucks. The other thing he has is a MILF wife, Madeline. About 5'4" tall, 39 years old, dark brown hair that she wears about shoulder length, double D tits and a shapely ass. Madeline is no bimbo tho, she's pretty smart and has a really sweet disposition, which dumbfounds me how she ended up with him. She and mom have become good friends and she comes to our house a lot, especially when Jack is working or out of town. She comes out as he's loading up his golf stuff with a thermos and to wish him off. She's dressed in a pair of knee length shorts, tennis shoes and a tank top. "Oh Hi Alan!" she greets me as she hands off the thermos to her husband. I become instantly aroused at the sight of her, I've often masturbated dreaming of her naked in the past. I instantly come up with an idea. First I probe Jack's mind to find out his itinerary. It seems he's going golfing at the Kla-Mo-Ya Indian Casino golf course, which is a two hour drive each way, then about five hours of golf, and then him and his golf buddies plan on dinner and maybe even a little gambling. He's not planning on being home before 11pm

As he and Madeline talk a little more about his day etc ... I decide to probe around a little more. I've always kinda wondered why they didn't have any kids. I soon discover that he is incapable, a very low sperm count, figures! Then I come across some interesting stuff. He's very aware that Madeline very much would like to have a baby. He's offered to adopt, but she wants her own. She won't accept artificial insemination either, too clinical. He's even given her the green light to find someone to get herself pregnant, as long as she's discreet. He's even turned on by the idea of someone fucking his wife. She's reluctant to go that route too; she feels it'd be betraying their marriage vows.

I think to myself as Jack rolls down his driveway 'today old buddy, I'm going to do you a big favor!' Madeline is almost to her front door when I reach out for her mind. I need to think fast, so I plant the idea of asking me over for lunch later. Madeline turns around and says to me "your mom said they'd be gone all day right?" I nod yes. She continues "well Jack is going to be gone all day too, how would you like to come over later for lunch?" "Sure, I said, I'll be over about 12:30 if that's ok?" "That'd be fine" she smiles back to me.

I stifle a "YES!!!!" as she goes back into her house. Then I look at my watch, I figure I got about 2 ½ hours to recharge my batteries and figure out my next move.

First thing I do is stow my gear and hop into the shower to get cleaned up. Then I spend the next hour on the internet reading almost every mind control story I could find. Since I could read each page as fast as my computer loaded them, I covered a lot of ground. Then I read all the cuckhold stories, non consent/reluctance stories and BDSM stories too.

Since I have another hour and half before I have to be next door for lunch, I decide maybe I should take a nap, although I don't feel tired, maybe it's just the excited anticipation for this afternoon. But I lie back on my bed anyway and close my eyes. As I lay there, I start thinking about what's going on inside my head and how I'm doing the things I'm doing when I feel myself slip into my own mind.

It is much different than the other minds I've seen today. For one thing everything I see is lit in a green light which really isn't that surprising to me. As I explore more, I see that my mind is much better organized than others. My memories are stored chronological and neatly in order for easy access. My subconscious is different too, the barrier that is between the others conscious and subconscious mind is not there, my sub seems very easy to access. There is another area in my mind too, that the others didn't have, it is a square box, glowing green and pulsing.

As I examine the box closer, I hear my own voice in my head say 'I've been waiting for you." This is puzzling since I didn't originate the thought or the voice. Curiously, I think back 'Who are you?' 'I am you' the voice responds back; great a riddle. 'How can you be me?' I ask back. 'We are one, I am you, and you are me, we are one.' 'So if I understand you correctly, we were not one, but you joined me and we became one?' 'That is correct' my voice responds. 'So you have something to do with the green crystal and my new abilities?' 'Of course' my voice responds condescendingly.

Great, my other me is a smart ass like me too. 'That's because I am you' my voice reminds me. 'Ok, but for the sake of this conversation let's pretend you are not me' I respond back. 'That is acceptable' my voice says.