Chapter 357: Some Post-Resurrection Socializing and Making of Travel Plans

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Breakfast with my old classmates was fun. We had it in the Kids' House, Carol having fetched a good supply of food from the Adults' House; not that she really needed to get much as most of our guests were girls. They eat like sparrows at the best of times, and even less when they'd rather talk.

A couple of the people I'd called hadn't come because they'd made the mistake of telling their parents where they were going, and their parents had vetoed the idea of their going to a home that had people shooting at it. Most of them came though, usually after phone calls to check it was safe.

I proved to them that I was Mark, mostly by reminding them of funny and embarrassing things they'd done a couple a years ago. The incidents that weren't public knowledge I whispered to the victim, causing some good blushes. All of the girls had had some kind of sexual relationship with Mark1 (I was Mark2 now). We hadn't necessarily had sex, but there'd been at least some flirting and teasing, so I knew some amusing things to embarrass them with.

Julia was convincing too: "He's Mark all right. We can't go out until the craziness dies down, so we've spent HOURS having sex. He can go forever, just like the old Mark could. Ron was very good, especially because he was so sensitive, but no one had Mark's superhuman endurance. It's a very convincing proof. But I feel doubts coming on, Mark, so you'd better prove it to me again tonight, haha."

In the following discussion, most of my old classmates accidentally called me Ron quite often. Even though Ron hadn't gone to their school, they'd met Ron many times and I still looked exactly like him, so "Ron" popped out more than "Mark". I didn't make a big deal out of it, or even a medium deal. I'll leave those highly repetitive bloopers, consequent apologies and my dismissive replies out of the description of my sort-of classmates' visit.

Having convinced them that I was Mark, I got their notes and one of each textbook off them, and excused myself to put them away. I carried them up to the bedroom level, then flew them down the escape chute to my secret study, divided them into thirty one piles and laid them out on the floor. I rejoined the breakfast conversation (to be precise, my body and one of my minds rejoined the conversation), while all the rest of my minds were studying through a sight blob in the secret study.

I played, "So what happened to..." a few times, to make my coming back seem plausible, but mostly they talked about their plans for summer. I'll give you a clue what plan they spent most of the time talking about: it started with Julia asking, "Would any of you like to go to Italy for a week later this summer?"

They all answered in the affirmative.

Prof and Vanessa were talking about going to Italy for a week, which left a lot of spare seats in the plane that were desperately crying out to be filled.

Julia and the girls starting planning the trip, which largely involved discussing what stores they wanted to visit. They knew the store names and the best streets in each city. I'd say it was unbelievable, but it was unfortunately all too believable. Since Vanessa got her big jet, Julia's, Carol's and Ava's friends have had five overseas trips. They're eager for more, especially because it's not the same people that go each time. Our school's senior girls are solidly plugged into the international fashion and shopping scene, and I'm confident that they have knowledge of the shopping districts of Paris, Rome and Milan that far exceeds that of the girls of any other school in America.

The five guys and I rolled our eyes at each other (I'd invited two guys, the other three were friends of the note-lenders). For all the guys' eye rolling, they were still eager to get a free trip to Italy.

What happens on these trips is that the plane is pretty much filled with girls in a total shopping frenzy. There might be seats in the corners for a few boys, who're ignored for the duration of the trip, other than being told to carry bags if we're nearby. We - the other boys and I - do our own thing for the duration (we CERTAINLY don't want to do the girls' thing!). I've been to Paris twice, Rome twice and Milan once, which is enough. I've seen all the tourist things those cities offer that interest me, and it's not as if I go to keep Julia company because she does nothing but shop and talk about shopping, even on the flight back.

I suggested, "Julia, how about some other time over summer, we have a boy-girl romantic week away? I'd like to go to somewhere like Noumea for a week's scuba diving. We could take an equal number of guys and girls, each pair would have their own individual room, and we'd lie on the beach working on our tans. I might need one by then, haha. The guys would enjoy that more than fitting into the corners of a shopping trip."

Most of the guys were nodding their heads VERY vigorously and grinning from ear to ear, especially because showing lots of enthusiasm might help their chances of being invited. Tropical island, girls in bikinis, own rooms; it was a HUGELY better than a shopping trip. The only guy not nodding must not have had a girlfriend.

Julia asked, "One guy, one girl. Which girl would you take?"

She was teasing. She knew I'd never take one of my girls and leave the other two behind. I'd been explaining the rules for everyone else, NOT for me. Rules don't apply to ME! What a silly thought.

I answered, "Maybe the plane will have to make two trips, the second one to fetch my girls."

Julia said, "That's much better; for a moment I was worried about you. It's a good idea. It'll have to be late enough in the summer that Ava's arm is not troubling her."

"Yeah. I'm confident she'll heal fast enough. Let's see, I'll take you, Ava and Carol. I think I'll ask Donna too. She loves the water and hasn't been on a trip like that."

Carol agreed, "Great idea. She'll be thrilled to be included. We should invite her to Italy too. She's getting into fashion."

"Yes. It's sad how all girls go insane at that age. Oww! Oww!" One disadvantage of having Julia and Carol sit on my lap is that they can retaliate VERY quickly.

When I got a chance to resume my counting, "You two bruisers, Ava, Donna. Pat will be good to take because lots of the girls go topless on French islands."

BOING went the guys' eyes. Now even the guy without a girlfriend was eager to come, if only for the sightseeing.

Julia teased me again, "Trust you to know useless facts like that."

"To me it seems like a more useful piece of knowledge than the exact sequence of clothing stores down every street in the fashion district of Milan."

Carol said, "Donna will DEFINITELY want to come."

We were in company, so I lied, "I never thought of that. Yeah. She probably will. I was trying to count my girls. Let's just say seven in total, plus me is eight. We'll need a big suite. That leaves twenty two seats in the plane. I'll invite eleven guys, and let them choose which girls they want to take. You five guys here, and six others."

Now that I'd specifically invited the current group, the guys' enthusiasms LEAPED up, closely followed by the amount of noise they generated. Only one boyfriend-girlfriend couple had come this morning, and the guy was VERY nervous over his girlfriend's decision about whether they'd go or not. When she agreed a minute later his "VERY nervous" turned into "VERY happy". It was clear who wore the trousers in that relationship. He should try being a Lord for a while; it makes getting sex much easier.

There was a period of random, chaotic questions, none of which mattered much so I won't bother recording them here. One problem emerged which had an amusing aspect. It came out of David being sad that he didn't have a girlfriend. To his absolute delight, I said, "Girls - all of you - I'm putting you in charge of making sure David gets a girlfriend for this trip. You've probably got about two months to matchmake him enough that a girl will spend a week living in a hotel room with him. Are you up to the challenge? It looks like you've got bad sunburn already, David. Maybe you shouldn't go?"

Julia said, "It'll be EASY. I know some girls who're interested in David. Leave it to us. David, keep Friday and Saturday evenings free starting after exams are finished. We'll set you up with dates with three or four girls and you can take whichever one you like the most."

#5: <I'm impressed! David's a reasonable guy, but he's hardly a chick-magnet... >

#8: <Like me!>

#5: <Yep, like you, now that I've got you trained. Living with a guy for a week in a hotel isn't a small decision for a girl, but Julia's supremely confident.>

#12: <She's had heaps of practice manipulating girls into our bed. She could do that even before #8 was house-trained, so getting a girl for David will be a piece of cake by comparison.>

As you can tell from the internal dialogue, my minds weren't exactly riveted on the schoolwork they were supposed to be doing. They were doing it with most of their attention, but they had half an ear open - making fifteen and half additional ears - for anything more interesting than schoolwork, which was most things.

David gulped, then asked, "Who's interested in me?"

"I'll tell you after the exams, otherwise you'll daydream your study time away. Guys have one-track minds." Then Julia changed the subject back to the one track that girls' minds operate on.

It took about an hour for the girls to take a breather from talking about shopping in Italy. Fortunately there were five guys to talk with. That occupied us for about five minutes, then we went to play 8-ball in the Adults' House, using the tunnel to get there in case of another sniper, although there were more soldiers patrolling Dimple Hill now.

I know it took the girls an hour to come up for air, because fifty five minutes after we left them the intercom beeped and I heard Julia's voice asking, "Mark? Are you still in the house? Where'd you go to all of a sudden?" Julia hadn't even noticed when I stood her and Carol up, extracted myself from underneath them, and wandered off with the other guys.

I told her where we were, and asked her whether it was safe for the guys to come back, i.e., that the girls had finished talking about clothes shopping. Julia said something that sounded vaguely reassuring, so the guys and I risked returning.

Now that the girls had temporarily satisfied themselves talking about the critical topic, the girls' thoughts turned to relatively unimportant things, like my death and resurrection. One of the girls asked, "Mark, are you going to be as sexual with as many girls as you used to be?"

"Even more! I was dead for more than a year, so I'm very 'stiff', haha.

^-- "To answer better: I doubt I'll become that sexually active again. Not that I have anything against it; it's just that it happened as part of the school social scene and I won't be at school any longer..."

"You'll be at OSU though won't you? There are THOUSANDS of college girls there."

"Including me!" declared Julia. "I'll make sure Mark gets plenty of girls to play with." The other girls just chuckled, long since used to Julia's bizarre - and excellent - attitude.

I expanded my explanation, "College doesn't have anything like the same social scene. People come and go to different classes at different times..."

"He'll have lots of girls chasing after him, Gail, so he's bound to get plenty of sex." corrected Julia. "He's going to be the most famous student OSU has ever had, the most genius, with the best body and will be the richest. He'll have me making sure he's his own social scene, so there'll be five thousand panting girls following him around begging for his attention. His 'stiffness' will be put to good use, haha."

Carol said, "Hey! That reminds me. I'm the richest one here because I've got Ron's money. I should give that back to you, Mark."

#24: <She shouldn't really say "back" as Ron's money was never ours in the first place. It's not a bad slip, but we should point it out to her.>

"Ron gave it to you, sweetie. Mom and Dad made sure I got a one-twelfth share, which is plenty for me. You need it more than I do anyway, because girls spend money FAR faster than guys do, especially when they spend a week in Italy."

#12: <Even a month in Italy wouldn't have the girls spend as much as I'd like to, on another BBJ2 like Vanessa's. Only one bedroom but with a BIG bed, and a spa pool in another room. It wouldn't need an office or conference room. We could probably design it to hold about forty five, maybe even fifty people.>

#19: <You said "people". I think you meant "girls".>

#12: <Yes. Thanks for the correction.>

#21: <The Angel Plan ideally culminates in our being able to use NP to fly publicly. We'd only need a new plane for long trips, or for medium trips with more than about thirty girls. Those aren't going to happen often enough to make having a plane worthwhile.>

[My maximum NP force is currently the equivalent of 125 average-weight girls. I prefer girls with big tits, so make that 120 girls. If I lifted 50 girls, then after allocating some minds to help with the sled's construction, I'd have not much more than 1 g of pushing force available. The sled required to hold 50 girls would be so large that air resistance would soon cancel out the motive force. At a guess, our top speed would only be about 40 mph, depending very much on how tightly I squeezed the girls together on the sled, or low long I made it (which would use up even more NP-plates, decreasing pushing force). A BBJ2 would be far better for any sort of 50-girl trip, unless it was short trip such as just down the street to the Aquatic Center, or the 40 or 50 miles to the coast. A more reasonable NP-powered trip, say with just my immediate harem (call it 20 girls, as I'm very stiff), gives 3.75 times more propulsive push, with 1/6th the sled's frontal area, increasing the top speed considerably.]