Chapter 205: It Didn't Hurt Me, So You'll Hardly Feel a Thing

Tuesday, May 10, 2005 (Continued)

Julia and I headed to our lockers to collect lunch. I ate mine quickly, while walking to the car. Everyone should have a Chinese sex-slave; they make damned good lunches! We met Carol at the car, then drove to the bank.

Carol got in the line to deposit her and our parents' checks, with Julia keeping her company. I went to give the bank manager the completed "Dependent Child's Subsidiary Credit Card Application Form."

He received it, saying, "Good. I'm having the card couriered to me here. Do you have a cellphone that I can call you on when it arrives?"

"I'm getting a new one right after my sister finishes depositing the checks I wrote out to her and my parents. I don't have the number yet, but I'll give you a call later to give it to you."

That concluded my business with him, but he wanted to chat some more. He said the transfer I'd made out yesterday had already been processed this morning, then he wanted to talk about how I got to be so successful at day trading (Prof must have called him already). I had an answer prepared for that, "Sorry, my models are private. They're worth a lot of money, so obviously I don't discuss them with anyone. You probably wouldn't understand anyway, because they're very complex."

"I've had many years in the finance industry, so I'm sure I would understand anything you've developed."

"Haha. You haven't got a hope of understanding ANY of it." Which would be true if I'd bothered to tell him the technical explanation I'd prepared, as it was all super-impressive sounding bullshit. Instead I just said, "A Professor of Mathematics couldn't understand the math behind it, so I don't think you've got much chance. How many years of doctorate level or higher Mathematics research have you done?"

#1: <Is there a level above doctorate?>

#3: <I don't know. I just thought it sounded good.>

It turned out that doctorate level mathematics (or higher) wasn't something bank managers spend much time doing. Not even as a hobby, which reduced my opinion of them.

I made my escape before he could get into how many years of such research I'd done. I joined Carol and Julia in the line, it being long because it was lunchtime.

The teller did a double-take when she saw Carol's deposit, looked at Carol, then said, "Nice one."

Carol, making sure I could hear, said, "I'm looking forward to going clothes shopping this weekend."

"I bet!" agreed the teller, a young woman. Or more accurately, an envious young woman.

Mom and Dad's check was deposited next, but elicited only a raised eyebrow.

On the way out of the bank Julia said, "To save time, let's split up. I'll do my banking, you get your phone taken care of, and we'll meet back at the car?"

We did that, Carol and I walking off, with Carol firmly attached to the arm of her favorite brother.

In the phone store I got a, "Wow, NICE phone!"

"Thanks. A friend returned from Hong Kong this morning. It's fresh out of the box just a few minutes ago. I lost my old phone a few days ago and reported it lost. Now that I've got a new phone can we... ," etc.

They could even give me the same phone number I'd used before, which was convenient for the few people that had it already programmed into their phones.

We had to wait at our car for a few minutes for Julia to arrive, then we headed back to school.

Halfway to school Carol's phone rang (her old one). Carol said, "Hi Mom," then listened for a thirty seconds.

Turning to me, Carol said, "We have to go back to the bank. There's a problem with your check account. It has no money in it so the checks will bounce."

"WHAT! There was eight million in there this morning. Where the hell did it go?" I would have expressed myself considerably stronger, except that Mom was still on the line so would hear what I said. I had another thought, "And how did the manager transfer out the three million for Prof. This doesn't make any damned sense."

I did a U-turn to head back to the fucking bank!

Carol listened to Mom some more, while I stewed and sweated.

Then Carol explained to me, "There's still five million in your savings account, but there's none in your check account, so the checks will bounce."

"Surely they'll take the money out of the savings account, won't they?"

"Not according to Mom. You've got to transfer money into your check account to cover any checks you write out."

"Morons! It's all my money, and if I write out a check and sign it with my name, isn't it obvious I want the check to be paid!"

I ranted while I drove. Carol got more explanation from Mom. The bank manager had called up my account after I'd left the bank and had noticed there was no money in my check account. I'd told him I was writing checks, so he'd called Mom, who'd called Carol, suspecting she'd be with me.

Mom had to get back to work, after passing on the message that I should get the bank manager to explain the rules to me.

At the bank, the manager came out to meet me. It's only a small place, and he can see the main area from his office.

He was very proud of himself for having spotted the problem and getting the message through to me. He was less than pleased by my pissed off response that they should OBVIOUSLY take the money out of my savings account. Apparently that's not the way it's done. Checks get paid out of the check account.

"Okay. So transfer all the damned money into the check account then, so we don't have to play this stupid game anymore."

"If you do that you won't earn any interest on the money. On that much money, the interest is a sizable amount."

"Yes, I AM aware of that! You're telling me check accounts don't have any interest?"

"No."

"So set it up so that checks I write are paid out of my savings account then."

"We can't do that. Checks always come out of check accounts."

"But it's all MY MONEY! If I write a check, I obviously want it to be paid. Why can't the bank simply pay it out of either account? It's hardly complicated."

"It's not the way things are done. Saving accounts are for earning interest, check account are for paying checks. They don't mix together."

"Let me guess why: it's because that'd be far too convenient for your customers?" He didn't appreciate my sarcasm, but I didn't appreciate the stupid structure of the accounts either, so that made us even. "So every time I write some checks I have to come to the damned bank and transfer money to pay the checks, or I can transfer a large sum now and lose interest. I can either waste my time messing around, or lose a lot of interest, correct?"

He was not impressed by my analysis. He restricted himself to saying, "We can make it more convenient for you. Your ATM card can be linked to both accounts so you can transfer the money at any ATM, or we can set you up for internet banking, so you can do the transfer from any computer with internet access, although it'd be safer to do it only from your home computer."

"NONE of which would be necessary if you paid checks out of my savings account. What a pain in the ass!"

"No one else complains..."

"I bet EVERYONE else complains, but you don't listen to them and they eventually learn to put up with it. I refuse to believe ANYONE is happy at having to juggle two accounts and transfer money back and forth between them when it would be trivially easy to have one account that earned interest and which checks were paid out of. It's a stupid system. But it's pointless standing here wasting even more of my time arguing about it. What do I need to do to turn this unnecessary pain in the ass into an unnecessary half-pain in the ass?"

That, and transferring the money to cover the checks, took most of the rest of lunchtime. Excellent!

The afternoon wasn't noteworthy. More of the usual male fascination with violence, although that was diminishing because of my refusal to talk about it, and its slowly becoming old news.

Lily, Alexis, Pat and Katelin were particularly attentive all day. Pat and Katelin seemed the most deliberate in their attentiveness. Alexis was amused by being in the know, while Lily was simply happy, and even joyful. She didn't know about my being rich, so her happiness was nothing other than an honest enjoyment from her being my sexual slave. Isn't that nice?

On the topic of Lily, and being somewhat less humorous (although not for long, knowing me), she didn't act like a slave toward me. She did act very happy though, causing some people to comment on her being so "happy and bouncy". That was noticeable, because Lily isn't normally demonstrative in any way, let alone "bouncy". When girls asked Lily why she'd missed school yesterday, she didn't say she'd gone to Hong Kong to be checked out by a doctor to ensure she'd be a healthy sex-slave for me; merely that she was busy on family stuff. Nor was she clingy or jealous of the other girls around me. Thank goodness, because it wouldn't have done her any good if she had been. She was just 'around' whenever she could be; smiling a lot, and 'bouncing'.

Someone who did appear to be having a little trouble with jealousy was Mackenzie. After some meaningless comments about looking forward to our date, she told me, "My sisters like you a lot."

"Good."

"It is? Why?"

"Much better than their disliking me. That would be unpleasant. Positive emotions are much better."

"I mean they like you a LOT. More than they should."

"Good."

"Ahh, why is that good?"

"Because I like them. They're both nice girls." I didn't bother explaining to her that to a teenage boy, that meant "sexy and easy." Mackenzie is fairly pretty 16-year old girl, and if she doesn't know that about guys already, then she must be so stupid it'd be pointless to try to explain it to her.

Nonetheless, even as succinctly stated, Mackenzie wasn't too impressed by my answer. She said, "Ahh... ," and then visibly struggled to invent a polite way of saying what she thought.

I preempted her, "Mackenzie, sweetie, let me tell you a couple of facts of life. There's no point in your getting jealous or possessive about me at all." She started denying it, but I kept right on with, "That you have two sisters that I like is to your advantage, not the reverse. There are many dozens of girls that are interested in me, so two more has virtually no negative effect competitively for you, but it can have a sizable positive effect. After our date on Thursday, I'm much more likely to want to visit your family again because you have two nice, friendly and beautiful sisters. The three of you are good company for a guy, and you should be using that to your combined advantage. You should be happy that they're interested in me, and the three of you should cooperate with each other."

^-- I could see that Mackenzie was unconvinced, and that she had every intention of remaining so, but one of my minds reminded me of the zinger I'd used on Katelin, so I added, "This is not about the attitudes between your sisters and me; it's about your attitude to them. You heard my speech in class about Carol. I selflessly and happily shared MY girlfriend with MY sister long before Julia pushed me into looking for another girlfriend. I was prepared to have half a girlfriend for the rest of my life for Carol's sake, and I would've considered my life enriched by being involved in so much happiness! If you love your sisters, you should be trying to enrich their lives, not selfishly trying to keep things from them." I could see that'd hit home, but overkill was good, so, "And if you're the sort of person who doesn't love her sisters, then you and I aren't going to last much beyond Thursday, which would be a pity."

#4: <If that doesn't get us a family foursome, nothing will!>

#1: <Somehow I can't see Mackenzie getting involved in something like that. One-on-one with us maybe, but even then we'd have to be worried about her getting overly emotional if she's starting to make a fuss already.>

#2: <Given a choice between Mackenzie on one hand, or Diana and Claire on the other two hands, I know which two girls I'd vote for. Let's not let Mackenzie get too clingy.>

Mackenzie started apologizing. I could tell it was just going to be the usual, predictable blah blah, so I interrupted after the first blah to accept/stop her apology. I added, "I know you must have been studying me to have won the quiz. Now that I know about your interest in me, I'll be watching you carefully too, especially your attitude with your sisters. It'll be interesting to see whether you are a sharing person like me, or a clingy, jealous girl. I hope you're not like that?"

Mackenzie told me that she wasn't selfish. I told me that I wasn't convinced (literally, as one of my minds had told the others that it wasn't convinced, and they'd all agreed).

Julia and I had both 'borrowed' the school's electricity supply to charge our phones during the afternoon. I'd read the manual during class too, just with one mind, because we could memory-share the knowledge - so cool! I wanted to make sure I knew about all its functions for future emergencies. Julia had dismissively said, "I'll read mine later," in a way that clearly conveyed that "later" meant "never".

When they were charged enough, Julia transferred her SIM card into her new phone, and I called it from my new phone. We walked side by side talking to each other using our phones. They worked fine. I took a few still pictures and a video of a school building, just to make sure I knew how. I moaned, "Now I've got to program in all the numbers."

Julia said, "Most of the ones you'll need are on my card. When we get home I'll load my card into your phone and copy all its numbers into your phone's memory. You'll have to edit a few names, because entries like 'Mom' and 'Dad' won't be right for you, but that'll save you a most of the effort."

I'd just finished reading the manual, so I knew her idea would work, nonetheless I said, "That's VERY smart. Especially because you haven't read the manual, and I've a feeling you've never read the manual for any of your phones."

Julia shrugged, saying, "It's just a phone."

Julia was lying. It's not "just a phone"; it's a fashion statement, an ESSENTIAL social networking tool, and THEN a phone. It's so important to them, that girls somehow absorb the technical knowledge required for getting the best from their phones out of thin air. They certainly never read their manuals. Doing so would be logical, so it's obviously not what happens. How their technical knowledge absorption process works is unknown to me, but I'm very envious. I'm ecstatic that it only takes one of my minds to read something for all four of us to know it, but girls seem to be able to know things with none of their minds having read it, which is truly impressive and highly enviable.

There was once again a crowd gathered around my car. Fewer 10th graders, but even more of Carol's and Donna's friends, including Diana and Claire.

I wanted to get rid of the high-school kids first, so I announced, "We don't have time to talk with everyone today. The high-schoolers I can see any day, so you might as well go home now. See me at lunch or between classes. Unless you want to talk about the fight, in which case don't bother wasting your time, because I have nothing to say about it. Now, all the 6th graders gather around me."

The high-schoolers started drifting away as the Ducklings pushed their way to the front. A process that was interrupted for a few minutes when everyone had to admire my and Julia's new phones.

I called for Claire to stand in front of me. When she was in position, I bent down and started kissing her on the lips, surprising everyone. There were sudden exclamations from throughout the audience, and even Claire took a second or two to react, then she threw her hands around my neck and pulling herself into the kiss. I did something slightly different: I put my hand under the front of her dress and started rubbing her bare pussy.

She hummed her approval into the kiss, her legs and hips demonstrated her approval too. I only kept it going for a few seconds, because there were too many girls to greet.

When I took my hand away and broke off the kiss, Claire didn't relax her grip on my neck. I told her loudly enough for all the nearby girls to hear. "You must let go, Claire, or I'll never kiss you again." That worked.

I told the girls around us. "I kissed Claire because she showed me she had a good, sharing attitude yesterday. It's a pity she partly spoiled my good impression by getting clingy just now, but I'm sure she won't make that mistake again."

"I won't! I'm sorry..."

"Shh, Claire. I don't have time to talk about it. Okay everyone. I'm going to quickly greet each of you. After I do please move to the back so the other girls can come forward. Claire, you've had your turn, so please move to the back."

"But I..."

"CLAIRE! If I gave every girl as long as I've already given you, I'd still be here in an hour. I don't have TIME! I insist on treating people fairly, and I can't afford to have hour-long conversations after school. Move it!" I slapped her ass, because it was asking for it.

I turned to one of the other Ducklings, greeted her by name (Lucy), complimented her on her nice dress, gave her a very quick kiss on the cheek, then turned to greet the next girl.

"But," said Lucy, "Claire got real kiss."

I looked up, "Donna!"

"Yes?"

"Lucy cannot come to the next Duckling event, which is the lunch. After that she can join back in if she behaves herself." (She was quite pretty.) "She selfishly only considered what she wanted, not what I wanted. And she stupidly didn't listen to me when I explained why I can't spend a minute on every girl."

"But it's not fair. I only..." My giving her a solid push away from me stopped that. Or at least got it far enough away from me that I didn't have to bother with it anymore.

I turned back to the third Duckling, calling her by name again, said something nice, then added, "Sorry I don't have time for any kisses because I've wasted too much time explaining the obvious."

I walked around the Ducklings, as that was easier than getting them to move around as I wished, greeting them by name. Memory sharing was working REALLY well, because we deliberately put one mind in charge of the mouth as a test, and he knew all the names. I gave each of the Ducklings a compliment, a quick one-handed hug, or some other little sign of affection. With one particularly good looking Duckling, I bent down to whisper in her ear, "Are you wearing panties?"

"No. Donna..."

"Good girl. Can I use my hand to check?"

"No. Yes! I mean yes!" She was flustered and flushed. I was pleased and aroused.

I leaned down to give her a kiss on the lips and a few seconds of pussy rubbing.

I stopped the kiss but kept feeling her, while I said, "Tell the other Ducklings I did this. I don't have time to check them all, but I will check some girls occasionally, especially the very pretty girls, like you." I moved onto the next Duckling.

When I'd finished them all, Donna introduced me to two new ones, adding "They wanted to come today. Is it okay to add more Ducklings?"

"If they're nice girls, pretty, and know all the rules about what it means to be a Duckling. How to dress when they meet me, how they can't stop to argue with me about anything because there are too many girls for me to argue with everyone, and things like that."

"They don't know everything yet, but I'll tell them tomorrow."

"I can see they're pretty girls, but are they also nice? We don't want any troublemakers, spoiled or selfish girls, or anything like that."

"They're okay, and they're very excited to meet you."

"That sounds fine then." I greeted the two girls by name, then added, "You need to listen to Donna explain everything. And if I get a chance, I'll check your haircuts at lunch on Thursday." I was surprised that they were puzzled, especially when the other Ducklings all laughed.

^-- I said, "Donna will explain."

Greeting Carol's friends went more smoothly. They'd learned from the Ducklings, and I didn't do any under-skirt groping. When I got to Diana I told her, "Mackenzie was getting jealous of you and Claire being interested in me. Whatever you told her, I hope it wasn't in front of your parents?"

"Ahh, no. It was just with Mackenzie."

"Be careful you don't ruin it for yourselves because I've got the feeling that Mackenzie is unhappy with my liking you. You'd better warn Claire too. You have to be careful not to show too much interest in me when I'm there on Thursday."

"I'll tell her."

By the time I got to the end of the greetings I'd already decided that this would be the last such event. The girls had to stop coming here like this. It'd wasted fifteen to twenty minutes today, holding up Julia, Carol, Donna and me from getting home. Not that I had anything important on today, but the others might have had homework to do, and other days could be worse. The most annoying thing was that a lot of the girls were very pretty - even downright sexy - but there was nothing I could do about it. It was also very non-ideal for them, as they each got very little time with me. I could also imagine it getting worse after I was rich, as a lot more girls would want to join in.

So at the end I announced, "Listen up everyone. I don't want you to come here like this again." After the moans, "Seriously. It's a terrible way to meet: we don't have time to talk with each other, we've got other students walking around us constantly, it holds everybody up from getting home to do their homework or whatever else people have to do. It doesn't work and I don't want to do it anymore. From now my family and I are going to immediately get in the car and drive away, so I strongly suggest you don't waste your time coming here at the end of school."

"But we never get to see you."

"If you want to 'see me', then sit on the grass and watch me walk to the car. But if you meant 'talk with me', then you didn't do that today anyway. There's just too many of you, and standing on the side of a parking lot at when everyone is going home is a terrible time and place to try to socialize. I'll be having lunch with Donna's friends on Thursday, we'll arrange a time for a lunch with Carol's friends sometime after that - DON'T ask me when yet!" Because I could see that several of them were about to. "In all seriousness, we're not going to get much socializing done until summer. Then we can probably spend all day together some days."

Many of the girls loved the sound of that, but some still complained, "But that's AGES away!"

"If anyone thinks of a better idea, tell my sisters, but meeting in the parking lot isn't going to happen anymore. It just wastes everybody's time. My family and I are going home now. Goodbye."

I walked the few yards to the car, quickly followed by my passengers and a group of protesting girls. Protesting was only going to make me even more determined to leave. They should've tried stripping.

We got in the car. I warned all my passengers to keep a careful watch that I didn't run over any silly girls while I maneuvered out of the parking lot, then we drove home.

Julia asked, "You don't want meetings like that again, even though you get to play with some pretty girls' pussies?"

"Haha. I saw you spot that. I thought I'd enjoy it, which is why I got rid of the all the high-school kids first. But it just doesn't work at that time and place. Plus I rapidly lost interest when the first couple of girls complained about not having enough time. It's more trouble than it's worth."

"It's good to see you being so mature about it."

"Don't get your hopes up about that, you haven't heard the next thing I'm planning to tell Donna."

"Haha. Now I'm interested. Tell her."

Donna sits behind me in the car, so I just called out to her, "Donna, I would have played with more of the Ducklings' pussies before, but I was worried about one of them screaming or getting upset if I groped her. I didn't have time to quietly ask each of them, and I didn't want to ask about it out loud to all of them at once because it was hardly the thing to be yelling out in public. So at the lunch on Thursday I want to get each of the Ducklings to tell me in front of all the other Ducklings whether I have permission to do that, or not. Does that sound all right?"

"That's why they take their panties off when they come to see you. I only let them be a Duckling if they'll let you do sexy things, because that's what you said Ducklings were for."

I kind of knew that, but I see the Ducklings so infrequently that it seems rude to walk up to them and grope their pussies. I was also too scared to do it, which I guess made me a pussy too. I said, "I just want to play safe. It would be a bad thing to get in trouble for."

"Okay. They'll agree though. They all want to be your favorite like Claire is."

I opened my mouth to explain the Claire wasn't my favorite, she was merely ... I was trying to think of a polite way to word what she merely was, when, #2: <There's no point in bothering. Why not let the impression stand?>

I couldn't think of a reason, other than it not really being true, which is not something that normally worries me much - and never worries me at all when bare pussies are involved - so I dropped the issue.

We'd agreed to all go to my house, where I spent some time goofing off with Donna while Julia and Carol did their homework together.

After some quality time with Donna, I went inside to carry out a kiatsu experiment I'd thought of during my ki discussion with Sensei yesterday. I was annoyed that there was no decent information about kiatsu, not online or even in the books Sensei said were the best kiatsu books available. That meant I had to find out for myself. I had designed an experiment that would allow me to identify both my body's own and my kiatsu-assisted healing rates. I needed help from my wives, so I went to see them in Carol's and my bedroom.

I asked them, "I need two volunteers for a little experiment. You've said you'll jump off cliffs for me, so this should be easy."

"Oh?" asked Julia, correctly being suspicious.

"Remember that Sensei told us all that my broken arm might heal faster than normal?"

They nodded.

"I want to understand myself, so it's about time I tested that. More importantly, I want to learn more about Aikido's ability to heal people, in case I might be able to help Ava's parents." I could see both girls react to that very positively. They weren't so impressed by my next statement, "I'm going to give myself two little cuts, and each of you one little cut. Carol's and one of mine I'm going to leave to heal naturally. Julia's and my other one I'm going to try to heal faster. That'll tell me whether I heal faster than other people, and whether I can deliberately speed the process in myself or in someone else."

"How are you going to cut us?"

"Over the sink in the kitchen. I'll use one of the knives. I thought on the side of the hand would be a good place to do it."

"How deep?"

"More than just a scratch, because that could heal so fast that small variations in how much I scratched everyone could hide the true results. It'll just be a little cut though. I'm getting two cuts, and I'll do them first so you'll see it's no big deal."

For girls who'd insisted they'd jump off cliffs for me, they were showing a remarkable lack of enthusiasm for this very interesting experiment.

"Umm, wouldn't Donna be better for this? She always getting cuts and scrapes," suggested Carol.

I enjoyed teasing Carol: "That might be a good idea, Carol. It might be better to keep it entirely in the family because the genes are similar. So just me, you and Donna."

"Umm..." Carol tried to think of an acceptable way of telling me that she was thinking that Donna could replace her, rather than replacing Julia.

I gave her a second or two of indecision, then added, "Unfortunately Donna's not as trustworthy as you and Julia, so it'd be best to have my two wonderful wives help me. What's a little pain compared to the love you have for me?"

Not insignificant, apparently. "Couldn't you find out some other way, like asking your teacher?" asked Julia.

"I've already talked about it with him, as well as read several Aikido books on the subject and spent quite a long time doing internet research, and they're all useless. Plus my abilities are so much stronger than other people's that even if the books had been very informative, that information wouldn't apply to me. You know that I sometimes find out a big thing about myself by starting with a small question, so doing experiments is good. It is for a VERY good cause - Ava's parents - after all. They'll only be little cuts, so it's no big deal. I'm going to be cutting myself twice to your once each, so I obviously think it's well worth doing."