Chapter 30

Saturday, November 13, 1976

I don't know if I woke Missy and Sharon when I slid out of bed or not, but Missy was in the kitchen before the coffee stopped brewing and Sharon wasn't far behind her. We fixed ourselves a cup when it was finished and I sat down with a beautiful naked girl on each knee. Without saying anything we went into our special deep link. This time I left open a tiny channel to tell me if someone else came into the room.

When Cindi came in later I was immediately aware of it, and made my soul mates aware as well. We came out of it and looked around. <Good morning Cindi, > we chorused.

<Good morning. How long have you guys been up?> Cindi asked.

I looked up at the clock and was shocked to see we'd been sitting here for over an hour. <About an hour, > I said as I picked up my cup of cold coffee.

Sharon giggled and took the cup from me. She took all three of our cups and dumped them in the sink. She fixed us each a new cup and brought them to us.

We didn't say any more at the time, but we all three realized we were going to have to figure out some way to limit the amount of time we were linked, or have some way of doing it while still functioning.

The others wandered in, one by one, and Missy and Sharon volunteered to make pancakes and sausage for everyone. I ended up with Bonnie on my lap, and Cindi sitting on hers. We snuggled and kissed until breakfast was ready, then dug in with gusto.

We all pitched in afterwards to do a little house cleaning, except Beth and Thelma, who decided to make some finger foods for our afternoon meeting. It didn't take long to do the cleaning, and we all felt close as we worked together.

The doorbell rang at precisely 1:00 PM. I went to the door and met Sheila. She had two other women and one man with her. I took them in to the living room and introduced them to everyone.

The other two women besides Sheila Sparks were Elsie Matthews and Elizabeth (call me Liz) Dunfee. The guy was Andy Adkins. We talked for a while about the weather and the like while Sharon and Beth brought in drinks for everyone.

After everyone was settled Sheila asked, "Have you guys thought about what we were talking about yesterday?"

"Yes," Bonnie told her. "We talked about it last night and again today. We would like to meet you all, but we're not sure how involved we want to get."

"To be honest with you," Liz said, which had always made me wonder about the veracity of the speaker. "There isn't a lot to get involved with. We're a very informal group and don't have meetings as such. Groups of us do get together for dinner or something once in a while and we talk about things."

"How many people are in your group?"

"It's a little hard to say," Sheila answered. "People join and people leave. At any one time there are around two hundred. Only twenty or so are active, meaning they come to dinner once in a while, or answer questionaires we send out."

"Do you have a membership list and is there anything special we'd need to do if we wanted to join?" Bonnie asked.

"We do have a membership list," Andy spoke for the first time after the introductions. "It is probably a little behind because people don't always tell us when they are moving out of the area. No, there is nothing special you would need to do to join. We don't even require that you prove you have any telepathic abilities. I guess you could say we're more of a support group than anything else."

"One of our main problems with joining a group like yours is that we don't want our names on any kind of membership list. We run an investment company. We do not use any telepathic abilities in deciding which stock to buy on what real estate to invest in. If it came out that we have telepathic abilities, it would make our job a lot harder, because people wouldn't believe us."

"Bonnie, we just want a chance to learn from you. We're having a party this Friday at the home of one of the members. Would you guys consider coming to the party and meeting a few people? We might ask you a few questions, but you could always refuse to answer. It would give you a chance to get to know us better." Sheila asked.

Bonnie looked at me and I nodded. "I think that at least part of us could come."

They gave us a time and place for the party and were soon on their way.

We discussed the group for a while. All of us were in agreement that it wasn't something we were going to get involved with, but we did want to meet some of the people.

<It's not as bad as I was afraid it would be, > I told them. <This is more like a group formed by people who have seen flying saucers. Most people wouldn't believe there was anything to it.>

<I know what you mean, > Bonnie said. <Still, there were a lot of questions I'd have liked to ask, but I was afraid I'd give something away if I asked.>

<Yeah. I was feeling the same way. If we go to the party, we can let them ask questions. That may tell us a lot more about what they can and can't do than if we questioned them.>

There was something about the people we'd met that bothered me. I think it was Sheila more than anything else. I didn't trust her. Andy seemed okay, maybe a little ingenuous, but honest. Liz seemed pushy, but I think it was more of a personality trait than that she was trying to push us into something.

<Bonnie, did you notice that they didn't say one thing that would indicate they could read anything but surface thoughts? It seemed a little strange to me. They also didn't mention anything about controlling their bodies. Could it be they aren't aware of these things?>

<Did you guys see how their shield works?> Cindi asked.

<I wasn't paying any attention, > I told her. <I didn't really try to look since I knew they have a shield.>

<It's not really a shield, > Cindi told us. <They kept slipping up and I kept picking up thoughts. What they do is try to clear their minds of surface thoughts. They've worked out a pretty good way to do it and it works most of the time.>

<Interesting. Did you try a deep probe on any of them?>

<No Mike. I wasn't sure you'd want me to.> Cindi looked like she thought she'd done something wrong.

<That's okay Sweety. We should have told you up front what was allowed and what wasn't. When we go to the party next Friday I want you there so you can do some things like that for us.>

Cindi brightened considerably and came over to sit on my lap. Sharon kissed her on the forehead and wrapped an arm around her as well.

Sunday, November 14, 1976

You know, this getting up early could get old if it wasn't for Missy and now Sharon. We decided to work on learning how to function while we were closely linked. We dedicated about 10% of our brain to normal functions while remaining linked with the other 90%. It wasn't a complete rapport like we had been experiencing, but it was pretty damned awesome.

Bonnie and Thelma had appointments to interview the secretary and the receptionist that Jeff had recommended in the afternoon. Evidently John was going to be interviewing the accountant. The rest of us were free for the day, so we mostly just relaxed. We did do a little running after lunch, and some of us worked out on the weights.

That evening, Missy and I made love while in deep rapport with each other and with Sharon. At least we started to. I was licking and sucking on Missy's clit when she started to orgasm. I was feeling her pleasure and she was feeling me feeling her pleasure and we were both feeling Sharon who was feeling mine and Missy's pleasure and we were feeling Sharon's. The feedback loop was too tight and we all three passed out from a sensory overload. Damn, it was the most awesome thing I had ever felt. We were going to have to work on that.

Monday, November 15, 1976

<Are you scared Cindi?> I asked as we drove into school on Monday morning.

<Maybe just a little Mike. I know I don't always seem like it, but I'm just a little girl.>

I would have cracked up, but I knew it would hurt and offend her. <I know Sweetheart. If it's too much for you, I can have Missy or Sharon help me.>

<No, I want to do it. If I get scared will you hold my hand?>

<I sure will love. I hope you know I love you Cindi.>

<I know Mike. Thanks.>

We entered the school building nearly an hour before classes were due to start. Thelma had told us that Andrews usually got in about half an hour before class, so we had plenty of time to get in his office and set up.

<Cindi, I'm going to be busy running the recorder and keeping out of Andrews and Daniels' way. I want you to sit in the chairs right there unless someone starts to sit on you. Monitor Andrews and Daniels. If they start thinking anything strange, let me know.>

<Okay Mike. Be sure to concentrate on your invisibility. I wouldn't want them to be able to see you in the middle of this. I'll help with keeping the recorder invisible to everyone but you.>

We got the recorder in a good place to pick up everything that was said in the room, then took our places. Cindi laid the envelope containing the pictures on Andrews' chair. She had written "Open Immediately" across the front in crayon.

It seemed like forever before Andrews showed up, but it probably wasn't more than twenty minutes. Cindi warned me he was coming, and I turned on the recorder just before he opened the door of his office. He took off his jacket and hung it on a coatrack behind the door then walked over to his desk.

He saw the envelope immediately and picked it up, his brow knitted into a frown. The frown turned into a look of panic when he slid the pictures out of the envelope. He shuffled through them slowly, then reached for his phone.

He dialed a number, waited, then cursed. He hung up and dialed another number. "Is Coach Daniels in there?" Pause. "Okay. Put him on please." Pause. "Frank, get your ass down here now! You're in big trouble now... No, I'll tell you when you get here." He slammed the phone down like he was trying to break it.

Daniels was there inside two minutes. Cindi warned me when he was approaching the door. He came into the room and asked, "So what's this all about Art?"

Andrews shoved the pictures over to him. He looked at the first one and said, "Shit!"

"Shit is right Frank. That's what you're in. Why the hell were you in the boys' shower anyway?"

"I got all sweaty in phys-ed class. I didn't think it would hurt anything," Daniels almost whined.

"You didn't think alright. Why didn't you use the faculty shower?"

"I don't know Art. It just seemed like a good idea at the time."

"What are we going to do about this Frank?"

"I don't know. You haven't heard anything else about it have you?"

"No, but if someone left these pictures here they did it for a reason. I don't know if I can cover for you on this Frank. I protected you on that thing with Richards and the Green kid, but I called in a really big favor when I got Sergeant Slavens to erase that tape."

"I know Art, but work with me on this. I'll work something out. Just keep it hidden and don't over react."

"I'm not over reacting Frank. Jesus Christ man can't you keep it in your pants? After seeing this kid naked, I'd love to plow his tight little ass myself, but I'd never endanger my career by doing something like you did."

"I'll talk to the kid this afternoon Art. He's probably too embarrassed to tell his parents anyway. You just try to find out who took the pictures."

Daniels got up and left the room. Andrews shook his head then put the pictures back into an envelope and put it in his desk drawer. He was muttering to himself about coffee as he left his office.

I turned the tape recorder off and got it out of the room. Cindi and I exited the building and took off for home.

Bonnie and Thelma were gone when we got there. They were signing on our new offices. The rest of the family was waiting for us. We went through the story of what we had done and played the tape for them. Later we had to do the same thing for Bonnie and Thelma.

We made four copies of the tape that afternoon. We wiped them clean of fingerprints and placed each of them in an envelope. About half an hour after school let out for the day, Sharon, Missy and I went over to see Jimmy Cryder.

He was outside when we came up the walk. "Hi Jimmy. How'd it go today?" I asked.

"I don't know Mike. My parents and I went in to see Mr. Andrews. He said he was surprised by the accusations and that he'd look into it. Dad showed him the pictures and he acted shocked. He asked if he could keep them so he could confront Coach Daniels with them and Dad let him."