Chapter 3

Preface:

Well, it has been over a month now, and I have to tell you that if I died right now, it would take the mortician about a week to get the silly smile off of my face.

I have refined and memorized a number of mindscripts. I have scripts that I call:

Data acquisition - a mindscript that queries a prospective acquisition and return with a fairly complete history.

Follow me - a mindscript that has someone calmly follow me, about 20 paces behind.

Follow me closely - a mindscript that has someone follow about three paces behind me.

Walk with me - a mindscript that has someone walk beside me, as if we were a couple.

Calm down - a mindscript that relaxes an actual or potential acquisition.

Obey - a mindscript that compels complete, seemingly voluntary compliance with any of my stated requests.

Forget me - a mindscript that wipes (permanently, I believe) all recollection of me, our time together, and any circumstances of when/where we were.

Sort of forget me - a lesser version of above. They remember me, but could never identify me, they remember us being together, but forget all the specific details, and remember how much pleasure or fear that they experienced.

I've also been experimenting with mindscripts that affect an acquisition's body. Examples are:

Horny - a mindscript that makes an acquisition very, very ready for me.

Defecate - a mindscript that makes one have an immediate, demanding need to take a crap, and gives them about 30 seconds to be sitting on the throne. I created this one when I was doing some early experiments and realized how useful it might be if I were ever attacked. My experiments with this command are documented under acquisition #83.

Urinate - similar to the one above. I can append the word "now" to it, and they begin urinating.

Fear - I can control the amount of fear that someone feels and when giving this command I envision a dial marked 1-100, and dial their fear up and down. Normal is around 10.

All of this, I suppose leads to the motor home. I have been getting tired bringing my acquisitions to the apartment. It limits my geography and I wonder if my neighbors have begun to notice. After all, there is no such thing as privacy in an apartment complex. Besides, I want to take my act on the road, so to speak.

My lease expire the end of the month, and there is also that consideration.

In any event, yesterday I found myself a one of the many RV dealers here in town. Not hard to find one here in Phoenix, they are more common than schools or churches.

I parked my old, but paid-for car in the visitor lot and headed towards the office area/showroom. I damn near got run over by the ever-aggressive sales person. This dealership has a reputation of never letting a prospect leave alive, so as he moved in towards me I delivered a data acquisition mindscript immediately followed by a compliance mindscript.

"Yes sir," he nearly groveled. "How may I assist you?"

"Tom, show me the four best motor homes on the lot. Do not try to qualify me or find out any personal information. Your job is to show me the features and benefits and to answer any questions I have completely and truthfully."

We jumped into his golf cart and away we went. I won't bore you with the details, but I finally decided that I really liked the 32' Itasca Class A motor home. It had a diesel engine, generator, awning, queen size bed and a nice layout.

Hell, it was nicer than my apartment.

"Tom, take me to the general manager, brook no interference from anyone else, lead me into his office, introduce me as Mr. Smith, and then allow us to speak in private. Once I am in his office, you are to do whatever is necessary to get that motor home ready for immediate delivery."

"And Tom, I expect a full tank of fuel, I want the water tanks rinsed out and filled, and a full supply of LP Gas. Then go through the accessories store and get whatever I will need to go on the road immediately."

In no time at all, I led into the general managers office. Fate was with me, as the general manager was none other than the eldest son, and heir apparent, of the owner.

As soon as I walked through the door I threw a compliance mindscript at the puzzled man sitting at his desk. For good measure, I also threw him a calming mindscript. He rose to shake hands as Tom scurried out the door...

"My name is Michael Franklin. I have identified a motor home that I would like to use for the next six months to a year. Please (manners are so nice, especially when you really don't need to use them) give me a notorized letter designating me an agent of this dealership and authorizing me unlimited use of the coach. I will also need an insurance certificate, a set of valid dealer plate, and a national gasoline credit card."

I reached into my pocket and handed him the title and registration to my car. "This is the paperwork on my automobile, and here are the keys. I have already signed both, and you are free to dispose of my automobile and keep the proceeds."

"I will return the coach in less than a year and may or may not have you assign me another coach at that time. You will make sure that the gasoline credit card bill is paid in full, and you will take full responsibility for assigning the coach to me. If anyone asks, I am a member of your family and what I do with the coach is none of their business."

"Now, get the paperwork started and then let's walk down to the retail store and see how well Tom is doing."

Heir Apparent got on the phone and a few moments later a matronly secretary was in the office with us, jotting down information. She asked for and received my driver's license (so that she could make a copy) and scurried off to do her paperwork, with only the slightest compliance mindscript from me.

We walked down to the store where Tom had a huge pile of merchandise on the counter. He had gathered toilet paper, blue chemical for the dump tank, a CB radio, floor mats, dishes, every kitchen gadget imaginable, sheets, a comforter, sleeping bags, etc. The clerk behind the counter had a look of concern on her face until Heir Apparent told her that he authorized everything and gave her an internal account number to use. Heir Apparent also gathered up two other salespersons and had them help haul the bounty to the shop area.

There, he called the service manager over and had his assign three other mechanics to the preparation of my coach, and less than an hour later I was on the road, fully stocked, fully fueled and fully horny.

I drove around town for a while, practiced backing up and parking in a church parking lot, and even got on the freeway to get a feel for the way that the coach handled. Not bad. Not bad at all!

Overnight, I hit the local supermarket and stocked up on food and beverages, and hit a larger RV store to stock up on more trinkets and toys for my new acquisition. I made acquisiton #100 and took her back to my apartment.

But that was yesterday.

Today I hopped into the coach and headed toward Tempe.

Day 32
Acquisition # 101, Thuy, Age 18
Arizona State University, Tempe, Arizona

Acquisition details:

I rolled over the Mill Avenue bridge into downtown Tempe. I slowed to the obligatory 10 MPH crawl through the downtown area and enjoyed the sight of all the nubile coeds wandering around. I like nubile. I like coeds. I really like nubile coeds.

I saw a number of women with whom, just a short month ago, I would have never been able to even strike up a conversation. It is really heady stuff to know that I can have any woman I want any time I want.

I completed my trek through the downtown area and pulled the coach onto the campus area. I spotted a loading zone near the student union and a campus security officer doing paperwork in her car.

I pulled into the loading zone and watched as the security officer took notice of me, and got out of her patrol car and walked back to the coach. I mindscripted her and found that she intended to tell me, in no uncertain terms, to get my motor home out of the loading zone and to park it in an authorized parking spot. By the time she reached the side window of my coach, she simply asked:

"Sir, would you like me to keep an eye on your coach while you are gone?"

I let her know that I thought she had a most wonderful idea, gave her a small orgasm as a reward, and headed into the student union.

I never made it completely inside, as I nearly bumped into a vision of absolute beauty. Asian (Vietnamese I learned later), about 5'6, small frame, long jet-black hair, small, high breasts, a small, tight ass, and a flawless complexion. She was conservatively dressed and had an armload of books. Thuy (pronounced twee) was her name, she was 18, sexually naïve, very bashful, and living alone off campus. Thuy was at ASU on scholarship (mathematics), was from Southern California. She and her parents were boat people (she barely remembered that part of her childhood) and she was the hope and bright shining star of her family.