Chapter 3

Friday, June 3^rd, 2011

After reading the last of the journal's entries again, I sat back and tried to digest all the information it contained, and formulate the questions I still had. I did learn that if I held the ring, I could translate the journal better than when it was in the box, but I didn't learn much more than I already knew. I could make the link stronger with either accumulated time of exposure, or by sex with the individual. The link was strongest with family or with lovers, but there seemed to be no set limit as far as distance if the bond was strong enough. There didn't seem to be a way to stop the link from happening, regardless of what the victim wanted.

You could override a person's will or morals, (i.e.: what happened with my mom), but I didn't find a shield. If the bond was strong enough, the controlee could contact the controller, but that was unusual. Once sex occurred between the two people, there was a much closer familiarity between the people, not so much a master-slave condition as there was at first contact. But that master-slave situation could be continued, if the one controlled was a stranger or someone just slightly known or the controller made that a condition of the control. This explained why Mom was initially calling me master, but as soon as we were having sex, she mellowed out, and things became more comfortable and normal.

I decided it was time to put the ring on. I placed it tentatively on my right ring finger. I got a slight jolt of electricity and then nothing. I slid the ring further on my hand. It seemed to adjust so that it fit perfectly. It was neither too tight, nor too loose. I twisted it, and pulled it back off. I got the same shock as when I had put it on. I then put it back in place on my finger. I decided that I would leave it there.

I called Mom to see where she was, so we could discuss what I found out. She said she would be right up, and we could talk privately.

Mom knocked on my door and I called, "Enter."

We sat at my desk and I showed Mom the ring, the box and the two books. She read some of the journal and then we talked. I told her what I had learned and that I had talked with both of my sisters and that I had told them it had to be kept a secret. She asked me to try blocking, erasing or blanking a memory if I could. I said I didn't know, but that we should try it. I know I remember that I told Belinda to forget about being in my room naked that morning, and Britney hadn't mentioned it when I 'spoke' to her when she was playing dollies later either. So maybe I could.

I thought a few minutes and then asked Mom if there was any one memory that she wanted to lose. Something that was so terrible, that she wanted to blank it out and just forget it altogether.

She thought a minute, and then spoke softly, "There is one thing Ben. But you should never tell a living soul about this. It is so terrible that even now I sometimes have nightmares about it. When I was twelve, a man molested me and took my virginity. He was my uncle on my mother's side. He raped me when I was visiting their farm. It happened twice. It is one of the reasons I married your father. He was so nice and gentle with me, and he didn't condemn me for being 'impure.' I want you to find that horrible memory and make it go away, please, Ben. If you can do that, we will know it works, and I will be shed of that horrible memory."

"Ok, Mom, why don't you go lie down on my bed, here, and get comfortable. Relax and think of something very pleasant and I will see if I can find that memory." Mom went and lay down. I could see she was trying very hard to remember something other than that episode with her uncle. I moved my chair next to the bed, held her hand and started to link up with her mind. I first saw us making love that Saturday morning, she felt content, relaxed and I could feel her relaxing. As long as she could think of that, maybe I could search her mind for that other memory.

I really concentrated and I started to see many memories. They looked like happy faces, I found some frowns as well, but I was looking for something much worse. Finally, over in a corner sat a festering boil type of a thing. As I approached it, an ugly Halloween mask of evil reared its head and tried to scare me away. I mentally thought of a scalpel. I grabbed the head and cut it off at the base, down by where the rest of the material seemed soft, pink, and healthy. I then glared at the head. It seemed as though I had heat ray vision as I burned up all of that evil and hate.

When I finished, I was exhausted. Finally, I just collapsed in the chair.

"Ben? Bennie, are you all right? Oh, my god! What happened?"

"I'm all right. I'm just a little tired, and I have a headache. I have a question to ask you, though. What do think about, when you think of your Uncle Patrick?"

"Ahh, let's see ... I remember the farm, I remember we stayed a week there one time but all I remember are vague remembrances of the animals and of Uncle Patrick and Aunt Bertha. Why do you ask?"

"Do you remember we were talking about seeing if I could erase memories?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well it appears that I can! Yes, I guess I really can make them go away. Now what was this about you wanting a repeat performance of Saturday mornings' little tryst? Are you talking about now, or later in your bedroom?"

"You could see that in my mind? Well, I think we should wait until this evening, after the 'children' have gone to bed. I wouldn't want any interruptions to spoil our fun. You know I don't know why, but I have no regrets about that Saturday, and I don't have any qualms about having an incestuous relationship with you. I think you and I are meant to be together. Somehow, we were destined to be lovers. I feel so right when I am with you. For a while I felt that way about your father, but after we found out that I was pregnant with you, things changed. Then, on that day with you, I became a new woman. Thank you, Ben."

"You know, Mom, I kinda feel the same way. Today I feel like a man, not a fourteen-year-old boy. It's not just because we had sex, either. I know I'm still a virgin as far as real sex is concerned, but I think that will be gone, tomorrow. No, this is something different. I feel more alive and there is a connection between the two of us. It's not just the link because of the ring, either. I'll bet if I took it off, the connection would still be there. This is something deeper. I love you Helen Elizabeth Hamner."

"I love you too, Benjamin Martin Hamner. Now give me a kiss and let's see what we can tell the 'children' lover boy, so they don't go blabbing all our 'family' secrets."

We discussed what to tell my sisters. We figured out that we could tell them, that because we are a close family, I can somehow talk in their minds. Some things I would need to make them forget or ignore. Especially things going on at home, like my new relationship with Mom. These were our family's big secrets. I would just implant in their minds that these are something only our family can do, and have them accept it, and never discuss it outside of the family.

This past week had been hectic for all of us. It was especially hard on me. I thought about everything that had happened two weeks ago. I definitely wanted more, much more of Mom's loving. Plus I really did start to feel a closer, common connection with my mother, now. It is something I can't really attribute to the forced sex. I call it forced because I asked (or was it that I commanded her?), and in her slave state, she really couldn't say no. But the thing was, she now wanted more.

We would talk at the dinner table, and I would set them all up with the right attitude about my 'Gift.' Then I would tell the girls to ignore any romantic or intimate things they would hear or see regarding mother and I. Then we would go about our normal evening activities.

At the dinner table, Helen started out by explaining what we, as a family, had to do to keep my ability a secret.

"Girls, you know if someone finds out about Ben's gift, to be able to talk to us in our heads, one of two things will happen. If they don't believe us, they will probably just think we are crazy. Then they will start asking too many questions and maybe even put you or Ben away in a mental institution. The other option would be if someone believed you. Then the police or some government spy organization would lock us all up forever, and try to understand how we can do this. Now Ben is going to put a little reminder in our heads. This is so that we will not to talk about this to anyone ... friends, teachers, or anyone. It won't hurt and it needs to be done. Do you have any questions?"