Chapter 4

Brenda was sitting at the kitchen table looking at me like I had lost it.

"You expect me to believe this?" She asked me with an incredulous tone of voice.

"I know it sounds impossible, but it actually happened. Look, I can prove some of it," I said, taking an apple from the fruit bowl.

I cleared my mind, and crossed mental fingers. I tossed it up in the air and concentrated on stopping it at the top of its arc. I failed, but did managed to halt its descent as soon as it started its fall. Brenda gaped at it. She reached out with her right hand, and picked it out of the air. She rubbed her hands over it, looking for wires I presume. Having found none, she looked up at me.

"How did you do that?" she asked in an awed voice.

"I'm not sure. When I was younger and very angry, I managed to weed our garden without touching the weeds with my hands. Just using my mind I think. Then, after what happened in the ravine, well, I decided to try to use my mind, and it worked!" I finished excitedly.

We talked some more. She wanted to see my new trick again, and I did it several times for her. I could not explain exactly how I did it though.

"Well, you need to train this ability, that's obvious to me. Have you considered what you will do with this ability? And what is this 'road' you talk about. How does it matter to you anyway?" She finally asked.

"I am not sure. When I was very young, I lived in Scotland. I also have dreams that a rock told me to fly the road, and I did! Now there is a road here, and I don't know if it's the same one, or a different 'road', " I said musingly.

"Ok, that's two things we need to do. One, discover what we can about this road of yours, and two train you to use your abilities! This is very exciting, you know?" Brenda said breathlessly.

"We can't tell anyone about this though. It has to be our secret," I told her.

"Naturally. If you did manage to get someone's attention in the government, you might find yourself a permanent guest of said government, involuntarily," Brenda said musingly.

"You think the federal government would do something like that?" I asked, concerned.

"Hell yes! The government has not demonstrated that it is altruistic. Haven't you been watching the news lately? For that matter, look at the history of our fine and benevolent government for the past twenty some odd years. No, you have to definitely steer clear of the feds, and the state governments, too ... ALL government, in fact. No reason to allow any of them a hold over you," Brenda finished firmly.

We talked for a while and discussed how best to train my ability. Practicing current abilities was the number one item on our list. Number two, was trying to discover what other abilities I had. Secrecy was also way up there on the list.

Finally, after twenty minutes of talking through this, we were done. Brenda said she was excited for me.

"You need to lift and hold different items, to stretch your new talent. Also, you might want to do heavier and heavier items. Say a tool or tools. Something with weight. How much can you lift anyway? How many items at once? What weight? Lots of information to accumulate on this talent of yours," Brenda said thoughtfully.

I paced the kitchen excitedly. Having Brenda to bounce ideas off of was paying dividends, already. She had come up with several good ideas, and a warning I had taken to heart.

"Think quick!" Brenda told me, throwing an apple my way.

I caught it with my hands and looked at her curiously.

"No, no, no! You were supposed to catch it with your mind," Brenda said pouting a bit.

I grinned at her.

"I have spent seventeen years of my life doing things one way, you expect me to overcome ingrained training, just like that?" I asked her.

"Excuses! Oh well, just as well you caught it with your hands. If you had tried with your mind and dropped it, you would have bruised it. Let's go to your room and find expendable non-food stuff to use," she said with a grin.

We adjourned to my room and we looked for non-breakable items for me to use for practicing. One of the things she wanted me to do was try to keep two or more items up at the same time. One I was good with as long as it was light weight, two made me strain, and I lost all control at three.

"Ok, we have a good starting point here. You can keep two lightweight things up at the same time, but loose control if you try for three. Now we should try something with a little more weight.

She turned her back to me and was looking through my closet for something a little heavier for me to hold up in the air, when I got an idea. I grinned. I looked at her skirt and mentally started lifting the back of it. She never noticed, and I saw she was wearing white panties with the word, Thursday, printed across her rear end.