Chapter 5

By the time Bonnie picked me up, I could feel Beth. <She's asleep, Bonnie, but I can feel her mind.>

<Can we wake her up? Can you tell which direction she's in?>

<She's that way, > I said, pointing. <Take off that way, and I'll see if I can wake her.>

<Beth, Sweety. I need for you to wake up baby, but pretend you're still asleep. Wake up for me baby. They've used some kind of chemical on you Sweety, so you'll have to tell your body to get rid of it. Please wake up for me baby.>

<I'm awake, Mike. Oh God! I'm scared to death.>

<Do you know where you are baby?>

<I'm in a car. I have my eyes closed, so I don't know where I am. They have me tied up and have a blindfold over my eyes.>

<Okay, Sis, see if you can look through the driver's eyes. If you can tell where you are, it'll save us some time. We're coming in your general direction now.>

<Okay, I'll try. Hold on a minute.>

We waited for what seemed like forever then Bonnie and I heard, <We're on Hallowell Road, heading for the reservoir. Mike, the driver is planning to rape me then kill me. He's the guy I kicked in the nuts when we were dancing before.>

<Okay, sweety, we're right behind you.>

<Mike, two of them are in the front seat and one of them is back here with me. He keeps trying to kiss me and he's squeezing my tits. God they hurt. Oh, my God! He just ripped the top of my dress off.>

<Honey, see if you can get in his mind and put him to sleep. When I get there he's a dead man.>

Bonnie looked over at me a shocked look torturing her features. <Don't even try to change my mind, Bonnie. He is hurting one of my wives, so he has to die.>

<I wouldn't think of stopping you, My Husband. I just thought I'd be the one to do it. I think they all have to die.>

<Agreed. Obviously the law can't do anything about them. If they are trying to rape and murder Beth, it's just a matter of time before they'd do it to someone else.>

<Okay, guys, the one in back here is asleep. What do I do next?>

<Knock the one who isn't driving out too. We're gaining on you, our beautiful mother is going about eighty five on this narrow little road. I never knew she could drive like this.>

<I didn't either, > Bonnie told us.

<The other guy is out now. The driver is suspicious. He's trying to talk to them, but they're not answering back.>

<Let us know if he slows down or anything, Sweety. We couldn't be more than half a mile behind you now.>

A few minutes later we heard, <He's stopping, Mike. He's thinking about a forest service road.>

<He's stopped and is getting out of the car to open a gate. He thinks his buddies must have been overcome by the ether they used on me. Should I put him to sleep too?>

<Do it baby. We'll be there within seconds.>

<He's asleep, Mike. I caught him as he was getting out of the car. It must have hurt when his head hit the gravel.>

<Good. I plan to wake him up before he dies, so he knows why he's dying.>

We saw the tail lights of a car ahead and slightly off to our right. Bonnie slowed and pulled in behind it. We were out of the car before it had hardly stopped rolling.

<It's us, Beth, > I said just before I touched her. <Everything is alright now baby.>

We got the blindfold off first, then I went to work on the clothesline rope they had used on her hands and feet. Bonnie was kissing her eyes and nose and cheeks as she stroked her daughter/lover's hair.

When I had her free, we went into a group hug that lasted for several minutes. Beth was sobbing when we started, but we held each other until she had calmed down.

<Bonnie, take Beth back to our car and I'll take care of the trash.>

<NO!> I didn't know you could yell mentally, but Beth did it. <I'm going to help. I need to help, Mike.>

<I need to be in on it too, Mike. If we're going to do this, we do it together. I'm not going to feel any guilt over this, and I don't think Beth will either.>

<Okay, ladies. I can understand your need to help. It isn't going to be pretty though. I'm going to make them hurt a little first.>

<I understand your anger, Mike, but I'm not sure about torturing them. Yes, wake them and let them know they are going to die and why they are going to die. Let them think about it for a few minutes. That should be punishment enough. I don't want us to become like them.>

<Okay, Bonnie. I want to cut their balls off with a dull knife and feed them to them, but I know you're right.>

<You could only cut one of Ferguson's balls off anyway, Mike. Evidently they had to remove one of them when I kicked him.>

<Okay, girls. How do we do this?>

<Can we wake them up but paralyze them so they can't move?> Bonnie asked.

<I suppose we can. Do you have an idea of what we do then?>

<Yes, but I think we'll play it by ear. We'll be able to tell what scares them the most and we can build off that.>

<Okay, let's do it.>

We dragged the three men out and laid them side by side on the gravel road. I woke them but gave their bodies instructions that they couldn't move their arms or legs. Ferguson started threatening and sputtering immediately.

"Just shut up, Mr. Ferguson," Bonnie told him. "As the three of you can see, you can't move your arms or legs. You picked on the wrong people this time, boys."

"Whaddya mean," one of the men asked.

"You tried to kidnap a witch," Bonnie told him. "All three of us are witches. To show you I'm telling the truth, we're going to give you all a very severe pain in your right knees." She nodded at me and I told their bodies their right knees had just been crushed.

All three immediately started screaming. Bonnie waited nearly half a minute then nodded at me again. I told their bodies their knees were well and shouldn't be hurting.

You could see the fear in all of their eyes. Ferguson said, "Ma'am, she crushed my balls. We were just bringing her out here to scare her a little bit. We weren't going to hurt her."

"We can read your mind Ferguson. All the way out here in the car you were thinking of raping and killing my daughter. You are going to die for that. In fact, all of you are going to die for that."

"Mike, should we burn them to death or drown them?"

"I'd say burn them, it's a lot more trouble, but I think it will be a lot more painful."

"I think we should drown them, Mom. It'd be a lot harder to burn them and the police will investigate a lot harder than if it is just a bunch of guys who got drunk and drowned."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Beth. I just hate to see them get off that easy."

We loaded them all into their car and went through the gate so we could drive down close to the water. We found a small beach area and removed them from the car and laid them on the beach. Beth wanted the honor of undressing them and she made many derogatory comments about their manhood as she did. She piled each one's clothes in separate piles on the beach.

Bonnie said she wanted to make each of them fuck each other in the ass, but I told her we didn't have that much time. We had their bodies adjust their blood alcohol levels until they were almost twice the drunk limit, then stood them up and made their bodies start walking into the lake. I forced them to remain silent, so we wouldn't be swayed by their pleas. We could see each of them still walking as their heads went under.

On the way back to town I asked Bonnie if she were feeling bad about what we'd done. <Not really, > she answered. <Maybe we did do a little too much mental torture, but I think they deserved it.>

<Mom, think of the torture they put me through. Also did you probe them at all?>

<No, Sweety, their minds were sickening.>

<Well, I did. Two of them raped a twelve year old girl a couple of years ago. They thought she was dead when they left her, but they found out later she lived.>

We made slow passionate love when we got home. All three of us. It was as if we were trying to wipe out the things that had happened and reaffirm our love for each other. When we finally went to sleep, we were calm and relaxed. We all slept well.

The rest of the week at school was anticlimactic. I arranged to take the Chemistry exam the following Monday. I knew that with a Chemical Engineering degree in my other life I would have no problem with a highschool Chemistry test, so I really didn't even have to read the book.

Wednesday, September 29, 1976

I was daydreaming in that same class on Wednesday when I heard in my mind, <Hey, Bro. Did you look at the bulletin board today?>

<No, Sexy Tushie. I didn't take time this morning.>

<They're starting tryouts for the track team this afternoon. Are you interested?>

<I've never been much of a jock, Sis.>

<I haven't either, Silly, but I was thinking it might be fun. Maybe try out in some of the long or middle distance races.>

<It might be fun. It also might help with our own conditioning. Are you going to try out?>

<Yeah, I think so. I'd like it better if you were on the team too. I guess I'm feeling a little insecure about being alone.>

<Not a problem, Sweety. I'll see you at the tryouts.>

Actually, it was a lot of fun. The coaches had different areas set up for the different events, but the longer distances were all grouped together. Coach Daniels got up in front of the people who were trying for the distance positions to explain what we would be doing.

"Today is an elimination day," Daniels told us. "Today we are going to determine which of you ladies and gentlemen are long distance runners, and which ones we feel need a little more practice before you try out for the team again. The way we're going to do that is, we're going to give each of you a number, which will be displayed on your back. We have a course set up that is exactly two miles long, one out and one back. Men and women will be running together. Each time you pass this end of the course, my assistants will record your number. You will all run for an hour and the people who go the farthest during that time will be on the team. If you feel like you cannot run for an hour, now is the time to back out."

There were about fifty kids there and after the coach's talk five or six of them left. Beth and I went over and picked up our numbers then helped each other into them.

After a lot of milling around, everyone had their numbers. The coach lined us up near the starting point and told us the signal that the hour was up would be the firing of the school canon. As everyone was getting ready, I said to Beth, <Let's just run this like we do our runs at home, Sweety. We might not be the fastest, but we've been doing well over an hour lately and I know we can keep up that pace.>

<I was thinking the same thing, Mike. Would you like to run side by side like we do at home?>

<I wouldn't have it any other way, Lively Legs.>

Her grin made my day.

When the race started, we were near the back of the pack. We started at the speed we normally ran at, and were completely comfortable. Beth and I conversed mentally the entire time. That way we didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing us and it also conserved out oxygen.

At the two mile mark we were passing people who were starting to drop back. At the four mile mark there were less than ten people in front of us. At the six mile mark, one guy was still leading us, but he appeared to be faltering. At the eight mile mark, we were by ourselves, but we were lapping other runners. We were approaching the ten mile mark when I looked at my watch and say we only had about three minutes left.

<Three minutes left, Sweety. Sprint?>

Beth just smiled and took off. We passed the ten mile mark like we were running the hundred yard dash. I didn't try to distance Beth, but just kept even with her. I could see Coach Daniels with a big grin on his face as we blew by him.

We were about a quarter of a mile into the next lap when the canon went off. We checked in with one of the assistants who was close and started our walkdown to cool off.

As we approached the starting point, Coach Daniels walked out to meet us. "You two are the Greens, right?"

Beth and I confirmed we were.

"Mr. Green, you are a very good runner. You're going to do big things this year. Miss Green, you are phenomenal. You ran at a speed that matched the winner of the ladies Boston Marathon last year. Do you guys run at home?"

"Yes, Sir," Beth told him. "We run every day. We started running a half hour, but now we run about an hour and a half. We usually run at the pace we ran today. Our mother runs with us."

"Good genes. How old is your mother?"

"She's 37, but she looks 18. They card her every time she orders wine with a meal."

Coach Daniels laughed. "I wish I had that problem," He told us. "Anyway the male and female runners who run the farthest in this test are automatically on the team. Practice will start tomorrow after your last class. I'm looking forward to working with you kids."

We thanked him and went for a quick shower before heading home.

Bonnie was thrilled when we told her we'd both made the long distance team. We decided to grill some steaks to celebrate. We had a great dinner in the back yard, until the mosquitos decided they were hungry too. The last straw was when one of the little buggers decided it liked Bonnie's nipple as much as I do. Beth and I had to do a lot of kissing to make it well when we were all in the safety of the house again.

Thursday, September 30, 1976

Practice for track was fun. Beth and I both signed up for the 10K, the 5K, and the one mile runs. The coach wanted us to also try out for some of the field events, so I tried out for javelin, discus and shot put. I was an abysmal failure on the shot put, but wasn't too bad on discus. The javelin wasn't too bad either, but I figured one field event was enough. Beth tried out for several events, but finally settled on the high jump.

Since Beth was running faster than even the boys, she didn't have much competition. We trained hard though and before long, we were both improving greatly.

Monday, October 4, 1976

The following Monday I took the test for Chemistry. As I figured, I was in the 99th percentile. I scheduled Trig for the following Monday since I didn't feel I would have any more trouble with it than I did Chemistry.

Bonnie and I were talking after I finished my test. She was at home and I was in my Trig class. Beth's birthday was coming up on Friday, so Bonnie and I discussed what we should get her for a present. <Bonnie, it's the big number sixteen for her, > I said. <I think we should get her a car.>

<I was kind of leaning in that direction myself. Any idea what kind?>

<I don't think she'd want or need a muscle car. Something sporty would be nice though. How about a Corvette?>

<Get real, Mike. A Corvette is not a car for a young girl. Besides do you really want to compete with all the boys that would be hanging around if we got her a Corvette?>

<You get real, Bonnie. Beth and I are as much in love as you and I are. Would you run out and get it on with another guy just because you could? I know I have no desire for any woman besides the two of you.>

<You're right, Sweety. I still think we should go with something a little more conservative. How about a Volkswagen. I'm afraid she'd get carried away with a Vette and get herself hurt or killed.>

<Actually, a Volkswagen is a sexy little car. That might not be a bad idea. Why don't you find out what one will cost, then move enough money from our stock trading account to our checking account. I'll take tomorrow off from school and we can go look.>

<Sounds like a plan to me, Mike. What do you think about a party with some kids from school?>

<Well, Beth doesn't have a lot of friends at school, but she does hang out a lot with Sharon Mayhew. I could ask Sharon who we should invite.>

<Can you talk with her this afternoon?>

<Actually, she's on the same lunch schedule as I am. Beth doesn't eat until later. I'll grab her at lunch.>

<Just watch where you grab her, Buster.>

<I will, Mom. I always look where I grope.>

<Mikey, you are a bastard.>

What I didn't tell Bonnie was that I seriously thought Sharon had a crush on me. When I'd speak to her when she was with Beth, she was all smiles and she never passed up an opportunity to touch my arm or my chest.

I arrived at the cafeteria early, and waited just inside for Sharon. When she came in, she was by herself. "Hi Sharon."

"Hi Mike." Her smile would have lighted New York.

"I was wondering if you'd sit with me at lunch. I need to talk with you about Beth."

"Sure. I'd love to have lunch with you, Mike."

We chatted as we went through the line, and when we got to the cashier, I paid for both lunches. We found a small table over in a corner, and sat facing each other.

"Sharon, I don't know if you realize it or not, but Friday is Beth's sixteenth birthday."

"I knew it was soon, but I didn't know it was this week. All she can talk about is getting her driver's license."

"Yeah, I know. She's going to have her socks knocked off when she sees what Mom is getting her."

"What is it? I promise I won't tell."

"A Volkswagen."