Chapter 393: SCS's Outside and My Get-Inside Projects Begin; the Clinch

Saturday, August 18, to Friday, September 7, 2007 (Continued)

"Oh boy," said Nevaeh, remembering what happened last time she swore to God. She thought about it for a moment, then put her hand up ready to swear.

A couple of them, with considerably less reason than Nevaeh, were reluctant, one saying, "There's no need for that. We won't tell anyone."

"You're failing to understand how important my families' safety is to me. I would give my life to protect them, so I will certainly get you to swear an oath. If you don't, I will call your Principal in five minutes and tell him I don't trust you on my property, asking him to remove you from the project and to call your parents to explain what my reason was."

The two girls had their hands up even before I'd finished.

I said, "Repeat after me, 'I swear to God'."

Eight of the nine did so, including Nevaeh proudly and with a loud voice. I NP-caressed her cheek again. To the ninth girl I said, "Emily, if you don't participate I will call your Principal."

"I DID say it!"

"Your mouth moved but you weren't exhaling or saying the words. Re-raise your hand and say the first words now by yourself or I will call your Principal."

"I don't think you should make us swear to God over a personal matter. It's disrespectful to Him and we shouldn't do things like that."

In answer I called out, "Angel, am I being disrespectful to God?"

The angel appeared, the usual process occurred to my cellphone, then it floated to me. I refused to take delivery of it, instead saying, "Send it to Emily. She needs to read it herself."

My phone flew to her. She expected that she was about to lose her argument so wasn't happy, but she took it.

I said, "Read it out loud, Emily."

Emily read: "God thinks protecting Mark is very important. God wants the oath, and It wants to add on the end, 'I swear to protect the quality of Mark's life.'"

I didn't really care if other people heard that I couldn't commit a sin. It'd probably be best to keep it quiet because it was so silly, but otherwise it didn't matter. I was just using it as the reason for the oath because it sounded better than getting the girls to swear to keep my sexual game a secret. By wrapping the two issues together I got what I wanted in a way that reflected well on me. Plus I got to find out whether swearing a 'real' oath to God was an effective tactic [I write more fully about another of these tests quite a long way below (I can't really say "quite a lot later", for a reason you'll understand at the time)].

I pointed out, "I think that pretty much destroys your point about disrespecting God, doesn't it?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. It's amazing that you can communicate with God so directly."

The other girls chirped in to express their amazement too, but I quieted them down quickly, "We can talk all you want AFTER the oaths, but I want them first. Let's start again, with everyone's participation this time.

I took them through all the phrases of the enlarged oath, with all of them doing it properly. That the oath ended with a blinding flash of light surprised all of them except Nevaeh, and probably not you either.

Nevaeh was the first to speak, "Oh boy!"

After the first couple of, "What was thats?" I answered, "That was your oath to God taking effect."

You're probably also not surprised to know that they had some follow-up questions. One was an almost accusatory, "You knew that'd happen?"

"I've seen it happen once before several weeks ago. I thought it MIGHT happen this time, and I was hoping it would because I take my families' safety very seriously. Now you can't break your oath."

"What would happen if we did?"

"I've never bothered to ask. I'm sure it'd be serious though, so you should behave yourselves."

Predictably, they wanted me to bother to ask, so I did so. The answer came back: "God would be very angry. Oathbreakers would have a short life full of misery and pain, and then they would be killed. Their souls would be destroyed rather than moving on to the next stage."

"Oh boy," from Nevaeh.

The other girls were NOT happy and they started telling me all about it!

I suddenly yelled, "Shut up!" It worked very nicely. "I told you before that those of you who aren't interested in becoming part of my life should leave and you all elected to stay. I also told you that this isn't some schoolyard gossip session; that it is SERIOUS business! I've got my own angel and God looks over my shoulders. Did you think God's so involved with my life because He's got nothing better to do? Don't be so stupid! It seems I'm incredibly important to the human race. You can't simply waltz into my life, bat your eyelids at me, then enjoy a life of luxury, high-living and flitting around the world in private jets to buy as many high-fashion clothes as you want. That's absurdly naïve. My girlfriends and Carol LOVE their lives, but there are serious responsibilities that go with being in my life.

^-- "You swore a binding, powerful oath to God, and God is holding you to it. But if you don't like it, all you have to do is walk away from my life. No one is forcing you to stay in it. You're safe to carry on doing the projects for the next couple of weeks because you're not going to learn any more secrets or have anything weird happen to you doing those, and after that you can leave and never see me again. If you really want to, you can even leave right now and never come back. Your life will be unaffected if you keep your mouth shut about what you've learned so far. I'm sure you all know how to keep secrets; you're teenage girls, so you'll have dozens of those you're hiding from your parents..."

#5: <They're CHRISTIAN girls.>

" ... or a few anyway. Secrecy is important not just for what you've already learned, but for new secrets too. If my girls and I like you, you might get invited to come on shopping trip, to have sex or other things you wouldn't want your parents to know about. Now you know you're VERY safe from stories of those activities getting out because none of the other girls would dare say a word. Even a girl that I find doesn't suit my personality would be crazy to try to get revenge on you by spreading rumors because God would destroy her life for breaking her oath.

^-- "A door to a fantastic lifestyle is possibly opening for you, but it'll require that you act responsibly within the rules that God and I will set for you. Those rules are for everyone's protection, including yours, and any good person shouldn't have any trouble keeping to them..." I was throwing out stuff to help them calm down and see the positives. They'd seen the stick, but it was better to motivate them with a carrot. They didn't need more pressure now, but reassurance. I kept it up, adding references to usual boy-girl stuff they'd be familiar with to give them a feeling of normalcy, until I could sense that their concerns had eased enough - definitely not all the way, but enough. It took a lot of talking to ease their fears and it was all very tedious stuff so I won't bother recording it here. I was eventually able to say, "I think we've talked enough here. Let's walk back to the Adults' Pool. There's not much time left in your lunch hour anyway."

Carol said, "Oh, Nevaeh, I just remembered that Julia has some fashion magazines to lend to you. They're in my room. Will you help me carry them please?"

"Yes please! Julia gets GREAT magazines." It's bizarre, but about a third of the magazines Julia gets aren't even in English, her only language, but she still 'reads' them avidly. Nevaeh is just as avid to borrow them.

Carol really did have some magazines in bags for Nevaeh. She also wanted to pull Nevaeh aside to tell her a few things, such as:

• "Of course one of the new girlfriends will be you. You're working out fantastically for us. As soon as we can find a way of getting permission from your parents, we want you to move in here. We all want it very much." Nevaeh was VERY happy. Tears were involved.

• "You've seen how loving our group is and how well it works. We want to make it bigger so there'll be even more love and happiness. We do want one more girl after you. You've been so wonderful that we're hoping we can find another girl like you from SCS."

• "The reason we didn't tell you in advance was as a little test. Mark was right about his life being complicated at times, and we need girls around Mark that we can rely on. We'll give you little tests from time to time and help you improve in any areas you have trouble with, but so far you've been fantastic." Nevaeh told Carol about Julia's test in Rocky's (when Julia had told Nevaeh "you will be having sex with a lot of people at the costume party"), then Nevaeh said, "I don't mind being tested. It's a bit scary but I trust you and I want to be as good as I can for you, and especially for Mark." Julia had trained Nevaeh well. It'd been easy, with Nevaeh knowing that God agreed with Julia.

On their walk back to the Adults' Pool, Carol told Nevaeh a few things we would like her to do for us this evening.

Meanwhile I'd been walking the other eight girls up to the Adult Pool and giving them some rules for the future, mostly to do with avoiding making the other girls, the boys, their Art teacher, principal or parents suspicious that something was going on beyond the art projects. Things like, "I forbid you to sneak away from your painting jobs to find me so you can flirt with me," and, "No doing your painting topless to get my attention either."

"{Giggle}. We wouldn't do THAT!"

"Good, because I suspect that the boys might tell other boys, and then we'd have 350 Sondarm boys outside our gates with binoculars. When you finish at 5 tonight, any that want to can pretend to leave and can waste time getting into your cars until the others have driven out, then you can come back up and we'll socialize around the pool before dinner. You can even have dinner with us if you like. That way we can start to get to know each other. We usually swim naked so you can do all the topless attention getting you want after everyone else has gone."

"You'll be naked too?"

"Knowing Julia, she'll insist on it."

Another issue that came up was me telling them, "Don't tell a word of this to the other four girls, the ones that went on their Tour with Ava..."

"Why weren't they included?" Which I'd been just about to explain when she'd interrupted me. It was good to see they were relaxing after the frightening oath.

"My girlfriends and I have sex together, and they sleep with Carol too. There's a lot of bisexual sex that goes on around me. The four girls that went with Ava all hate or fear bisexuality, while the nine of you are all positively inclined toward it. A few of you are even eager for it, which pleases me and my girls a lot." I was exaggerating the willingness of this group, of course. Competition, peer pressure and avarice would work their magic on them.

"We are!" | "I don't think so." | And several other exclamations of surprise and doubt.

"Carol, Julia and Ava quite often kiss each other on the lips, and they've done it in front of you several times. Not that I was paying attention at the time - because I wasn't thinking of including you in my search for new girlfriends - but I've seen how all of you reacted to those kisses. The four girls that the Guardian Angel put in the other group are the four anti-bisexual girls, and it put all of you in this group because you're either fine with it, or you like the idea. I'm not going to embarrass each of you by stating what you think about it, but I could easily line you up in order of increasing attraction toward girls.

^-- "One thing most people get wrong about me, and I'm sure you are too, is that you think I'm special because God resurrected me and I have an angel. That's the wrong way around. I'm not special because God's interested in me; God's interested in me because I'm special. God resurrected me and sent me a Guardian Angel because I'm valuable to humanity. I'm incredibly intelligent. I've almost finished my first three college degrees, which will have taken me a year to do, not counting the time I was dead. Next year I'm going to finish two master's and four more bachelor's degrees. That would take a normal person a third of their entire working life, but I can do it in one year. So deciphering the expressions on your faces is very easy for me. I can easily tell that Emily and Elise don't believe what I'm saying at all; Abigail is undecided in the middle; Olivia and Hannah are half-believing; and Madison, Tatum and Alayna believe me."

They excitedly confirmed my descriptions, amazed at how clever I was. After I've done that sort of thing a couple more times, they'll believe I know how bisexual they are better than they do. Not that it mattered beyond making sure that none of them got angry about discussing our lifestyle including it.

When I delivered the girls back to the Adults' Pool, I apologized to the guys for how slow these girls had been and said I'd take the guys on their Tour during tomorrow's lunchtime.

I avoided the teams for the rest of the day to give them time to settle down, but I did send Carol to them. Carol carried a clipboard with some bullshit school-type questions on it. Each person was called away for a private mini-interview. Real interviews occurred with all the team members as the school did want our feedback about the projects, but when with my eight targets and Nevaeh, Carol also asked if they had any urgent questions that needed to be asked before the post-5pm pool and dinner get-together. She also reminded the girls that if they needed to call home to explain why they wouldn't be there for dinner, then to do so where their teammates couldn't hear them.

^

Some explanation is probably overdue. I referred to the bisexually tolerant girls as "targets" just above. I meant "targets for deception", as we had no intention of any of them joining our life in the way we had described to them. It's theoretically possible that one of them MIGHT be so wonderful that we'd want her to join us, so using it as bait wasn't an absolute lie, but it was extremely unlikely. Comments like those just made, and many other similar comments that follow, sometimes do and sometimes don't apply to Nevaeh: she isn't included in this project as she's already in an entirely different category, but in front of the other SCS girls I had to pretend that Nevaeh was included because they weren't aware of her special status. As you've got this far through my autobiography, you must be good at handling confused situations so I'll assume you'll manage the minor issue of Nevaeh's inclusion or not.

"Targets" most definitely didn't mean "sexual targets", as there were only two or three of these girls who appealed to me (depending on how horny I was feeling), four that positively didn't (yeech!), and a couple that I could bring myself to do it with if the situation required it, such as to avoid upsetting the atmosphere. Even among the two or three that appealed to me, there was really only one of them that interested me significantly.

The purpose of these nine girls wasn't to directly supply me with sex, but to be my agents inside SCS, to give me access to the entire population of 11th and 12th grade girls. There had been 135 students in those grades according to SCS's website entry for last year, and presumably a similar number would be this year, and my ego rather liked the challenge of fucking my way through every single good looking junior and senior in a school. The most beautiful 10% would be only 6.75 girls, assuming equal division of the genders in the SCS roll, WAY less than the number of girls from my high school that I'd had sex with, but the challenge and ego appeal of bedding every beautiful girl from a school motivated me more than the quantity. It'd be a fun project, for a number of reasons. [When the new school year started, SCS had 155 students in the oldest two grades, of which 86 were female - 85 excluding Nevaeh - so my objective became to have sex with the 8.5 best-looking girls. I was willing to round that up to 9, or even 13.]

^

That evening, seven out of the nine "target" girls stayed after work. The first issue that caught our guests' attention was that my girls and I were naked. Ava was face up and naked on a deckchair, while Julia, Carol and I were in the pool. Not much could be seen of us through the water, but enough to see that we were naked.