Tag
Copyright© 2025 by A Well Traveled Man
Chapter 8
2 a.m. Tuesday, Tag was doing his exercises in the gym. Then he returned upstairs for a long, hot shower and nude lotus centering. Tag read book 5, checked his email, went downstairs for water, and waited for Kim. We did our exercises in the gym and ate breakfast. Then Tag broadcasted using his mind to Kim, Maria, and Nadia that no one would mention or pay attention to his age, height, or weight. They wouldn’t comment on him unless it’s to state he’s a good young man.
We hit the dojo, and Tag went through the course again, but not as hard. We took breaks, and Sensi explained certain moves in areas and others to avoid. We finished not as beat as yesterday and headed home. After lunch, Tag went to study, but he surfed the web for student housing. He found an apartment over a garage for a decent rent and made an appointment on Wednesday at 7 p.m. Then he picked up book 6 and read until dinner.
After dinner, Tag went to the gym for the night workout and upstairs for a hot shower. While nude centering, he requested his genitals grow to match everything else and went to sleep.
On Wednesday, at 2 a.m., Tag headed to the gym. He did his exercises, took a shower, and sat in the lotus position nude, centering. Then he finished book 6 and started book 7. Tag almost finished it but needed to head downstairs to meet Kim. We exercised, ate breakfast, and then headed to the dojo.
Sensi had more coursework for him, concentrating on maneuvers, flips, and wall walking to evade and reengage. Sensi said superior movement is necessary to defeat the enemy when facing multiple attackers. We finished and headed home for lunch and study. Tag headed upstairs, finished books 7 and 8, and returned downstairs for dinner.
After everyone left, Tag rode his Harley 8 miles to see the apartment for rent. The lady was sweet, and he broadcast, using his mind, that he was a hard-working college student with a full-time job. So, not seeing him for periods was not unusual. We looked at the apartment over the garage, which was furnished, and it looked good. Tag asked if he could move in two weeks. She agreed, and Tag asked if he could park his motorcycle under the carport. She said that was fine as she used the garage.
He paid her in cash (sending her that he worked as a waiter, which wasn’t unusual) for the first and last with a deposit. Tag signed everything using an alias, got the apartment key, and left. Tag arrived home, went to the gym, and did his nightly workout. He thought of Susan and needed her to check his and get the girls on an exercise routine. After his workout, he took a hot shower and sat nude in the lotus position, centering, then fell asleep.
Thursday and Friday were the same with the workouts and dojo training. Tag finished all Sammy’s books and was ready for tutoring next week. On separate days, he rented two different mailboxes at the Postal Center under his alias, and the clerk was clueless. But he still sent the signal to ignore him when he came in. Tag also looked on the dark web for anything that would screw up CCTV cameras. He was surprised at the volume of gear out there! Tag picked up several eyeglasses and hats and sent them to a drop house.
His makeup kit and instruction books (7) arrived and were put into the stash. He browsed several and found it was an encyclopedia for movie makeup artists. It would be good weekend reading. With everything locked away.
Early Saturday morning, Tag went to the gym for his workout and showered, centered, and dressed. He started reading volume 1 of the makeup guide and had breakfast. Then he geared up and rode the Harley to defensive driving. Tag signed in using the same alias to register his bike and car. We proceeded with classroom training that lasted all day. They taught us to be aware of everything and always look for an emergency escape route. We were taught that aggressive driving had become the norm and to be on the lookout and steer clear of the asshole. They were an accident waiting to happen. The instructor told us how to deal with tailgaters and spot drivers who will cut you off to gain an advantage. The class was well worth the cost, and he looked forward to the simulator training tomorrow.
Tag rode the Harley home, coasted into the garage, and locked up the garage. He had dinner, did his nightly exercises, showered, sat nude in the lotus position, and centered. Then he fell asleep
Sunday started early with Tag heading to the gym. After his workout and stretching, he took a long, hot shower. Then he sat nude in the lotus position, centered, and the process took a while. After coming out, Tag dressed, ate breakfast (Maria), finished reading volume 1 of the makeup guide, and returned it to the stash. Then he set the alarm, locked the house, and went to the garage. He coasted the bike down the drive to the cross street, fired it up, and drove to defensive driving.
Today was the simulator, and boy, was it neat. It gave you a 180-degree view of the area, and instructors could throw different hazards from the control booth. Each student spent 1 and 1/2 hours in the simulator while the other students watched. They cycled through every twenty minutes. We found that each student faced a different package, so we watched, observed, and learned a lot. The instructors showed us professional teams work together to have an accident that looks harmless until the medical bills arrive.
Thus, causing your insurance bill to increase. Each student had 1 or 2 such accident attempts used on them. The instructor would show in slow motion how the action was set up. It was eye-opening how experienced these operators are. Every student went on the freeway, regular three- and two-lane roads, single-lane roads, and parking lots. By the time we finished, we had years of driving experience. As we left, Tag thanked them and looked forward to next weekend.
Defensive driving on a raceway track set with all kinds of hazards, he could hardly wait. Tag stopped at a Mexican restaurant for dinner. While leaving, some Vatos were hanging out in the parking lot and wanted his ride. Tag told the leader in Spanish that he had just left his mother well-satisfied and that she wanted him home to help with the cleanup. The first Vato came at him, and Tag put him down so hard that his Ese’s decided to bail on their friend.
He started his Harley and rode home at enough speed to shut off his bike, and then coasted up the street and into the garage. Tag closed everything up, changed, and did his evening workout and stretching. Then Tag went upstairs, took a hot shower, did naked lotus centering, and fell asleep.
2 a.m. Monday started in the gym. Tag did his normal routine, which was followed by weight lifting and slow stretching at the end. After a hot shower, he sat nude in the lotus position and centered. Then Tag dressed and noticed his clothes were a little tight in the crotch, and the pants were too short. Tag knew he was going through another growth spurt. Looking down, he was impressed by what he saw. Now, someone would be pleased if he could and knew how to use it. That would have to wait until he’s fourteen at least, and another shopping trip would be needed. But after hours for this one, so as not to cause attention on the home front.
There were many different things to purchase. Some more go bags, black Recon wear, and exercise clothes. He was also thinking of lounging pants that are comfortable to wear around the house. Sleepwear was not a problem as he stopped wearing anything. Tag thought about stopping by the sporting goods store for a supporter (jock strap) and gym shorts for exercising. Like he said, too much attention. Tag read volume 2 of the makeup guide and noticed his reading speed had increased by 50%. He put the book back in the stash.
Then he went downstairs and drank some water, waiting for Kim. They went to the gym, exercised, and ate breakfast. Tag reminded everyone that Cat would be arriving after lunch. We went to the dojo, and Sensi had a different course. He ran through it once, and Tag spent the rest of the session going through the course at ½ speed while being corrected along the way. By the end of the session, he had ten error-free cycles. Tired, we went home for lunch and met with Cat.
We went to his room, and she started putting him through the paces. Cat realized Tag picked up things quicker and said that once a week, with daily exercises to be delivered by email, should work. So, she was off until the next Monday, and we ate dinner. After everyone left, he put my new BMX bike bag in my backpack and rode his bike to the mall. Tag purchased his pants and underwear first. Then he stopped by the sporting goods store, where they helped him with workout gear and support. They recommended stretch shorts instead of a jockstrap and then gym shorts over them. He also got seven pairs of compression shorts, sweatpants, and t-shirts to complete the trip.
He was overloaded but was somehow able to get everything home. The front bag and the backpack were packed full. The lady at the sporting goods store sold him a duffel bag (black) that had shoulder straps, and his purchases just fit. The ride home was fun, but I made it. Tag put his new jeans in the washer and started his exercises. Then he put the jeans in the dryer and put his new sweats and gym clothes in the washer. He had a hot shower and sat nude in the lotus position, centered.
Tag went downstairs, put the sweats and gym clothes in the dryer, and started his shirts. He carried his jeans upstairs. He gathered all the clothes he had outgrown and put them on the bed. He put away his new jeans, opened the stash, pulled out the clothes, and put in new ones. Returning downstairs, he waited for the cycle to end. Tag took his sweats and gym clothes upstairs to be put away while his shirts were drying. He got two trash bags from the kitchen and filled them with clothes. On a chance, Tag tried on his duster, which still fit. He started reading volume 3 while they closed and dried. After getting everything finished, he crashed.
At 2 a.m., Tag was heading to the gym for his off-day exercises and stretching, followed by a hot shower and centering. Tag gets dressed and notes he forgot several things at the mall, so a return trip will be needed tonight. He needs extra jeans and underwear to support him, but not tie his balls in a knot (maybe something like for the gym). Then, the seven pairs of lounging pants and collared shirts. Tag finished Vol. 3 and started Vol. 4 of the makeup guide when it was time to go. He put everything back in the stash and headed down to meet Kim.
We do our thing in the gym and eat breakfast. Heading to the dojo, Kim says she’s bored and wants to return to school to get a degree. He thought for a second and agreed she should do it. Kim looked like he had slapped her. But Tag said she has a lot to offer, and he will help her so she can help him. He said he only needs you to go to and from the dojo in the mornings. Let’s see if you can get classes in the afternoon. I’m sure you can and use your mind to further your education.
Tag asked Kim what she wanted to study, and she said accounting. He tells her he would pay for your tuition if you agreed to work for him for a few years. Tag said he would start a business late this year or early next year and needs your help part-time. Well, what do you say? If you’re thinking about the Tahoe, it’s yours to keep. Tag said he would never be able to repay you for all your help and understanding while dealing with his asshole parents. If you need to break and go your own way, he will understand and hope we can remain friends.
She said I will think about it. We arrived, and Sensi put him through the course at full speed, telling him where his mistakes were. He repeated the course until he was bushed, and our time ran out. He thinks Sensi enjoys this part of the training by the smile on his face. We drive home to have lunch, and Kim pulls Tag aside. She wanted to do it independently, and he wished Kim the best and hugged her. Tag whispered that if she ever needed help, she should not hesitate to call him.
Tag asked her how she plans to go from here, and she said if he didn’t mind, she would leave today, enroll in as many JC classes as possible, and transfer next semester. He wished her the best, and Kim left. Tag, go upstairs, and check the route to and from the dojo. It’s 5 miles each way, and a moped would work perfectly. He checked and found a dealer, and we talked about the price and agreed on a used black one. Tag called a cab to pick him up at the stop and rob in 30 minutes. He runs over there with his backpack and 5k in cash.
Tag arrived at the dealer and read the salesman’s mind about the used moped for sale. He says it was purchased by a student who flunked out, and his parents brought it in for him to sell. We agreed on $1800, including helmet, license, and reg. It sells for $3,200 new, but they don’t hold a resale price like a motorcycle. The salesman said his shop went through it, and it’s new. Tag rode it home, put it in the garage, and headed up to complete his work assignment for Cat. Then he finished Vol. 4 of the makeup guide, put everything away, and headed to dinner.
Maria said Kim was bored sitting around, always waiting for him to complete his projects, and Tag said he understood. We will miss her for sure, but it will thin the herd. Tag lets Maria know Sammy is coming tomorrow after lunch. We said good night, and Tag hopped on his moped and rode to the mall. He picked up everything but underwear and looked at all the options when a saleslady came to assist. He turned red trying to explain what I needed, and she laughed and said it’s not uncommon.
She directs Tag to a pair and says they will give you support, but allows freedom, according to her husband. He picks up seven, and we go to check out. She asks if he has tried on the shirts, and we go to the dressing room. After 15 minutes, he has the right size and checks out. Tag tells her to thank her husband for the assistance and hands her a $100 bill folded up as we shake hands.
Tag headed home, washed his new shirts and underwear, and started his evening workout routine. When finished, he put everything in the dryer, showered, and centered. Then Tag opened the stash and read Vol 5 of the makeup guide. As he reads it, he sees they bring up a valid point. A small travel kit for small repairs would be ideal for one person. Tag finished Vol 5 and put it back in the stash. Then goes online to the makeup site and looks for a travel kit. They had several, but the one he selected was for his skin tone, and it had small bottles and some glue for touchup. It looked like a small purse with a mirror and all the brushes needed. He purchased two and checked his email. Nothing new, and he thought it had been a while since he had spoken to Grampa. Tag sent him an encrypted email to see what was going on. Tag shut everything down and fell asleep.
2 a.m. Wednesday, Tag started in the gym doing his routine. He finished with weight training, slow stretching, and tai chi. Now that Kim isn’t here, he could do it all at once. He headed upstairs for a shower and centering. When he came out, Tag dressed in black and ran to the drop house. He stopped at the end of the street and sensed the area. No one was awake on the block. Tag doubled back to the alley and picked up the package. He stopped a block away, opened the package, and found two trackers. Tag goes to the stop, and rob sees two people with out-of-state plates, and now they have another passenger.