Chapter 2

Roy was bored, it was Friday and he was still stuck at home, his Mom was busy trying to finish the artwork for another local business, his sister was in school along with Cindy. He was caught up on his school assignments until Jane brought his new ones home with her this afternoon. There wasn’t anything that interested him on UTube, even X didn’t hold his attention long. Something lingered in the back of his mind, something he wanted, no, needed to do! That was why he was being so restless. He lay back in his bed and closed his mind, relaxing, thinking of nothing, letting his subconscious bring the memory he brought to the fore...

Suddenly he had it, the man who had killed his father, the drunk who was driving without a license, having had it suspended after his third DUI. Three DUI’s before a judge finally took the man’s driver’s license away! Not that it mattered in the long run, he drove without it! Yes, all he needed was a picture of that asshole!

Logging in to the local newspaper, he searched by the date of the accident finding a picture of the man in intensive care at the hospital, then he found his mugshot, that would do to start. He saved that picture and continued to look. Finally he found a full frontal view picture of the man coming out of the courthouse, he was smiling at the cameras. Smiling because the Judge had given him five years in the County lockup, when he should have gotten life to be served in a State penitentiary! The man was rich and had the best lawyers he could find, his name is Steven Roper. They had made it sound like the accident was his father’s fault even though there wasn’t a stop sign on the highway he had been traveling on! Well, starting today his sentence was going to become a little harsher than he believed.

Going on Amazon, Roy found a voice changer for $23.00 that not only would disguise his voice but create different sound effects. He would get it in two days, then he would have to figure out how to use it through his mind, if that was even possible.

He touched the man’s shoulder in the photograph, instantly he was connected. The man was walking in a line of prisoners, when the man looked behind himself the man behind was a huge black man that looked like a baby killer. When Steven looked back to the front Roy hit the picture in the back of the head. This caused him to fall onto the man in front of him, getting up, Steven started yelling at the big black guy for hitting him in the head. Steven wouldn’t accept the man’s innocence, and was not backing down. The big man finally had enough and he slapped the shit out of Steven with an open hand. It was over before the guards could intervene, after hearing from everyone they determined that Steven was at fault, they dragged him off to solitary confinement for a week. Perfect!

Jane asked her Mom if Cindy could be invited over for the weekend for a sleepover. Her Mom told her she would call Cindy’s Mom, Mary, and talk about it. Mary thought it was an excellent idea and asked if she would take Suzy too! Suzy is her fourteen year old daughter, Cindy’s sister. Beth (Jane and Roy’s mother) jokingly suggested that she could sleep with Roy. Mary told her that Suzie would like that! The reality was that the three girls got along and would probably be agreeable to having Suzie stay too. So she would ask Jane. Jane said that it would be great to have both of them stay over. So it was arranged, they would come over after supper and leave late Sunday afternoon.

Roy was good with having them over, he liked Suzie, they had been classmates forever and had ridden the bus together for eight years. Besides she was as good looking as her sister, not quite as tall and her breasts were smaller, but still blonde with blue eyes.

After supper Roy revisited Steven, he was in a small 8 foot square cubicle with a small wire mesh in the glass window in a solid steel door. Steven was pacing back and forth, cursing under his breath, worried about his deal with the judge that he would be out after eight months for “good behavior”! Being in solitary because of that black dude hitting him in the head, and having all the others who witnessed the incident say the man hadn’t done anything to him was hard to take. He would get even with him somehow! With all of them!

After the next turn after two steps, Roy hit the foot of the picture, having timed the man’s steps perfectly. The man’s foot went in front of his other foot and tripped him. He fell hitting his head on the wall knocking him out! He was still breathing so Roy would check on him later. He thought he would start whispering to the man on Sunday.

He would tell the man he had purchased a Voodoo Doll from a Voodoo Priestess in New Orleans, a lock of his hair was obtained from his prison barber for a small consideration. He could do anything to the man that he wanted up to and including killing him by roasting him slowly over a fire. He wanted to know what “The Deal” with Judge Jones was. Things would continue to happen to him until he told a Texas Ranger!

Cindy and Suzie drove up at seven thirty and by eight o’clock the four of them were having a meeting. The subject was whether to bring Suzy in on “The Touch”. The question being could she keep it secret, she was known as a blabber mouth.

Roy asked her, “Suzie, can you keep a secret? Before you answer please think about the question, it is very important that you be able to keep quiet about this one. If we tell you it! In the past you have blabbed other less important secrets before the end of the day you were told. So be honest and think about your answer!”

“I was younger then, I really didn’t understand the importance of being able to keep your word when you promise something. Now I do, and I promise that whatever you tell me I will not divulge to another soul unless you give me permission to tell someone!”

The three discussed the problem after sending Suzie to the kitchen for popcorn and drinks. After Jane pointed out just how crazy she would sound if she did tell someone, they decided to tell her.

Suzie brought the popcorn and drinks and everyone gathered around a table in the family room. They were joking around as teenagers do until the popcorn was gone. Everyone knows you can’t have a serious conversation while eating popcorn after all. Cindy started it by saying,

“Suzie, do you promise and swear that you will never ever tell another soul what we are going to tell you, cross your heart and hope to die?”

Suzie crossed her heart and said, “I promise, and do so swear, that I will never ever tell another soul what you are going to tell me, and hope to die if I do!”

Cindy began the story, “When the horse kicked Roy in the head it changed him, it jarred something in his brain that has given him an ability that he didn’t have before, and that to our knowledge no one has ever had before. He can touch a picture or photograph of a person and they can feel his touch, and he can mentally communicate with the person!”

“Ha ha ha! That’s ridiculous, no one has that ability, you’re just playing a joke on me, or trying to! I’m not falling for it though! Now what is the real secret?”

Roy excused himself and left the room, he had taken a photograph of her with his iPad. He went to the kitchen and sat at the table. Her photo was open, he started to run his fingers lightly up and down her ribs. He knew it was working because he could hear her shrieks of laughter coming from the family room. He thought to her, “Suzy, do you believe us now? I’m in the kitchen, how else could I be tickling you? Let me know when you believe me!”

“I believe you! I believe you! Stop tickling me!” Roy stopped. Then he pulled up a photo of Cindy, touching it lightly he mentally asked her, “Are you going to tell her the rest or should I show her that too?” She mentally thought back to him, “She has never been on a date, I hear her masturbating almost every night though, why not just show her how you can make her feel?”

Roy began to touch her breasts, zooming the photo as large as it could go, he rubbed where her nipple would be on her right breast. He felt it get hard, he pinched it between his index finger and thumb and pulled it out from her chest, letting it snap back when the friction holding it was overcome. He did this over and over, her moaning got louder. He switched to her left breast and it’s nipple, and resumed doing the same thing. Then he used both hands to pull both nipples at the same time. In his head he heard, “Oh My God, don’t stop, it feels wonderful! Go lower, you know where I need you, go there!” He could also hear her saying the same things in the family room. Interestingly the sound lagged behind the thought by almost a second. So the mental thought must travel the speed of light, while the speed of sound is traveling at only 740 miles per hour, or thereabouts given various factors. The difference in time would expand proportional to the distance apart.

He turned his attention back to the task at hand, a very pleasurable task it was! He zoomed out so both breasts and her crotch were visible in the photograph, then he moved his hand and fingers to the girl’s crotch. Feeling her wet lips and a small nubbin of a clit, he started sliding his fingers back and forth with her pussy lips between his fingers, making sure to squeeze her clit between his fingers on each stroke. Suzie’s moans became even louder, Jane muffled her noise by placing her mouth firmly against Suzie’s and further quieted the girl by inserting her tongue just as far as was possible in her mouth. They didn’t want their Mom to come out and catch them!

He felt Cindy undo her sister’s belt and unbutton her jeans, the zipper came down next. Suzie raised her butt to facilitate the removal of her jeans. Her panties came down her legs and off along with the jeans. Feeling a little left out as tongues replaced his fingers, he thought it prudent to check on his mother. Scrolling through his photographs he found her’s, he lightly touched it, it took a few seconds to focus on what his mother was looking at. When her vision synced he gasped, she was watching the girls as they made love to each other. Jane was sitting on Suzie’s face while Cindy was eating Suzie’s pussy and ass. His mother was standing at the junction of the family room and the hallway. Her right hand was in the panties of her night gown, her left was pinching the nipple of her right breast.

Roy changed pictures to that of his sister, he thought, “Mother is watching you from the hall, she is masturbating! Why don’t you invite her to your party?”

“Oh my God! That is such a sexy idea, do you think she will join us? She is still so beautiful, but I bet she is horney, Daddy’s been gone for six months, and they used to do it four or five times a week!”

“You’ll never know unless you ask her! I’ll try to encourage her! The worst she will do is say no, because she was getting off on the three of you!”

“Okay, I’ll try!”

Jane looked over at her Mom standing just inside the hall, frigging her pussy. Her Mom’s eyes focused on Jane’s and realization that she was busted made her gasp. Jane motioned for her to come to her. She continued to beckon her, her mother was reticent at first, but her desire overcame the feeling of wrongness and she moved closer! When she was at her side, Jane reached out and caught her right hand then began sucking her mother’s juices from the fingers. Her mother gave up her fight that this was wrong, it felt too right. She pulled Jane’s mouth onto her engorged nipple, feeling her daughter begin to suck and pull on her nipple for the first time in thirteen and a half years took her back to those times she was her source of food.

Just then she was surrounded Cindy and Suzie had realized that a fourth had joined them, they pulled her down to the floor and formed a Daisy Chain. For the next two hours the girls took turns eating each other to orgasm, then switching only to do it again. They became very proficient at eating pussy!

Roy watched through their eyes as they used their mouths and tongues to suck and lick the juices from one another. He used his fingers to touch lips, assholes and pinch nipples. After a second shared orgasm he no longer could get it up, he carefully snuck through the family room and down the hall to his room and went to bed. Sleep came quickly as Morpheus claimed him.

He was the first one up on Saturday morning, he had a bowl of cereal for breakfast, his head wasn’t hurting unless he touched the staples in his head. For the first time since the accident, he went out to the barn and did his chores. His horse, Windy, was glad to see him, even acting guilty for having kicked him. Always affectionate, he seemed to nudge him more than usual. He mucked out all the stalls, turning the horses loose in the paddock in turn. Laying down fresh hay and cleaning the watering faucet heads in each stall. They had four horses of their own, and boarded twenty one horses belonging to eighteen people who lived in town.

Saturdays were always busy, riding lessons were given by his mother to ten kids ranging in age from five to fifteen years old. They were taught in two groups for an hour each. Another group came in the afternoon, autistic kids and some Wounded Warrior Project veterans were together, part of the therapy for the veterans was working with the autistic kids along with riding the horses themselves. Sunday afternoons were busy too, mostly boarders coming out to ride the trails Roy’s Dad had made in the forest, including extensive trails in the adjacent Sam Houston National Forest.

His Mom came out to the barn a few minutes before her first group lesson was scheduled to start. She was a little sheepish at first, like she wasn’t sure if he knew about what she had been involved in the night before or not. When he didn’t make any comment about it, she gradually relaxed and acted normally around him.

Roy loved being out of bed, out of the house and working with the horses and the people who loved them as much as he did. To celebrate his freedom he saddled Windy and went for a ride into the National Forest trail system. He chose a trail that he had never been on, in fact very few people chose this trail because of the level of difficulty for both the horse and the rider, steep inclines to both go down and come up, two river crossings, and barely cleared trails. Low hanging branches that could sweep the unwary rider off of the horse. He always carried saddlebags with emergency supplies, a water filtration pump, rain gear, rations, and flares. In the box at the entrance from the ranch into the National Forest, he wrote his route and which trail he was taking. All riders were required to post this in the box when they left and to retrieve their note when they returned. Just in case!

To get to the trail head he was going to take, they had to travel a popular trail for three miles, it was wide and clear of obstructions and overhanging branches. The traveled quickly, at a gallop, then a fast trot. It was exhilarating for both the horse and it’s rider. Taking the left at the trailhead they had to reduce speed and stay aware of their surroundings, being especially careful to look for overhanging low branches. Falling off a sixteen hand quarter horse was no fun when you just fall off, being swept from the horse by your head hitting a low branch can kill you! Especially if your head is already damaged!

So both horse and rider were very careful as they explored new vistas, mostly walking the overgrown trail. Twice they had to stop and pull downed trees from the trail. But walking around a bend to find six does grazing on grass on the side of the trail and an eight point buck overseeing them, made the entire trip worth it! He even managed to get several photographs of them before they disappeared into the trees. They spotted other wildlife too! A lone coyote, a red fox with kits, a bald eagle nest with both parents in the nest, and a family of skunks seen in the distance.

They came to the first of four difficult parts, having to move down into a ravine about thirty feet deep, such was the trust between them, Roy simply let Windy choose how to go down, he just had to hang on! He gave her her head, she stepped off onto the steep slope and kinda sat down as she slid down it, standing up and moving forward when she was almost at the bottom. The trail followed the bottom of the ravine for almost a mile then went up a cut in the steep wall. It was still steep, but not near what the rest of the ravine’s walls had been. Windy went up the cut without any problem.

Next the pair went up a hill and a sign informed Roy that the highest point in the county was ahead. The trail had some switchbacks, then a long uphill section coming out at the end of the hill on a bluff overlooking a valley, the river could be seen flowing down the center of it. Most of it was forest, but there were some open areas of grass mixed in. He took several pictures on his iPhone, including the elevation marker set by the USGS proclaiming an elevation of 846ft above mean sea level. He knew that Mount Pleasant was around 400 feet tall.

They rode on going down the trail once again dealing with some switchbacks, but ending up at the river he had seen. The bank was steep but no more than the previous one, Windy slid down it and into water that came to her belly. He hadn’t expected the water to be that deep right off of the bank! He took off his boots and socks, then held on to them as he directed the horse to move to the trail on the other bank. It was only thirty yards, just a few feet later Windy was having to swim, and Roy was wet up to his waist. He had managed to keep his boots dry so far. About three quarters of the way across Windy was able to start walking again and quickly reached shallow water. Just as they were going to climb the bank that was about four feet in height, a scream cut the silence followed by a cry for help and a “Leave me alone!” All in a woman or girl’s voice. The sound of a slap and a man’s voice saying, “Shut the fuck up!” followed. Looking upstream he could see them on a bridge about one hundred yards upstream. Taking out his iPhone he zoomed in and started snapping pictures. The girl, who was probably about sixteen, had a handprint on her cheek that was already a deep red, she had a stunned look on her face. He touched the photo of her lightly and thought,

“Please don’t freak out! I’m downstream from you about a hundred yards. I don’t think the man has seen me yet. Please don’t look at me or call attention to me in any way. Without speaking, think to me what is going on.”

“I was walking on the river trail from the Girl Scout camp upstream about two miles, when this asshole grabbed me and started pulling me along with him. I’ve tried to get away and he catches me and then starts hitting me. I’m sure he’s going to rape me! Can you help me, please, please help me!”

“Yes, I’ll help you! You have to remain calm and tell me where you are. Does he have a car?”

“He keeps saying “When I get you to my car...” this and that. So he must have one on this road, or close to it!”

The man had dragged her off of the bridge and was out of sight. He and Windy hadn’t moved because movement is what attracts attention, but now they could move! Up the embankment and down the trail, moving faster than before but still looking out for anything that could ruin his day, and the girl’s now! They could see where the road was about a quarter mile up the trail. They didn’t move faster than a fast walk for fear of alerting the man that they were there. When they got close, Roy jumped off Windy and ran to the road, staying low and slow he looked back toward the bridge. He could see them, still a long way away, there was no sign of a car. Looking the other way he saw a car about a hundred feet away, parked in the ditch, a ratty looking Ford Crown Vic.

Roy put on his socks and pulled on his boots then moved into the woods away from the road far enough to avoid most of the yaupon bushes that grow at the edge where there is abundant sunlight. He moved quickly then when he spotted the car he moved toward it, sliding underneath it he took out his Buck knife from it’s sheath on his belt, placing the tip against the oil pan he hit the butt of the knife with his palm. It penetrated a little bit, he hit it some more until a good amount of engine oil was flowing out of it. He backed out from underneath and crawled back through the woods, then ran quietly to his horse.they walked away from the road until they couldn’t be seen.

He brought up his phone and touched her photo again, “Are you still okay? I’ve sabotaged his car, at least I hope it’s his car. Just think to me and let me know where you are going so I can follow. The car won’t go very far. Do you know if he has a weapon?”

“He has a big knife, I haven’t seen a gun. Who are you? My name is Julie, Julie Barnes from Talco!”

“My name is Roy Calhoun, I was out riding my horse Windy when I heard your scream. Julie, I know it’s difficult, but if we are going to survive this you have to remain calm! I’m going to try to get help! So I’ll be back with you in a little bit.”

Thinking, he slapped his forehead, “Why didn’t I get the license plate number!” Looking at his iPhone, he had no bars! He tried 911 anyway but it wouldn’t go through. Then he slapped his forehead again, and pulled up a photo of his Mom. He touched it and thought, “Mom, don’t freak out, this is Roy! Don’t speak out loud, just think back to me! I need you to call 911 and report a kidnapping of a girl named Julie Barnes, she is from Talco. She was grabbed while on a walk from the Girl Scout Camp, they might not know she’s missing yet. The man is going to be driving an old yellow Crown Victoria. I’ve punctured the oil pan, so he can’t go far. It’s on FM 2152 about a half mile south of the bridge over East Piney Creek. He’s a big white man with a full beard, and has a big knife. Mom? Mom?” She hadn’t freaked out, she had fainted.

Roy pulled up his sister’s photo, touched it and tried again, “Jane, are you there?”

“You are talking directly to my brain, of course I’m here!”

“You need to check on Mom, I think she fainted when I tried to talk to her!”

“Hold on, she was in the barn.” He could tell she was running and yelling for their Mom.

“She fainted onto the fresh hay in stall number four! She’s starting to come around!”