Chapter 21

The next day we all had classes so breakfast was hurried and consisted of nothing more than coffee and toast. We did have a brief discussion about how to come by false identification and agreed that we would all check with our various acquaintances to see if anyone had a source they could point us to.

We met for an early dinner at a cafe near the campus late that afternoon.

"No dice," reported Kirsten, looking over a menu, "one freshman I talked to did have someone, but when he showed me his, it was awful. Cut and paste."

"I found out where I can get you a term paper," said Mike, "even copies of most exams, but no quality ID's anywhere."

"I struck out too." Said Samantha.

"Ditto." added Tiffany.

"Shit," I sighed, "I even peeked into the heads of a couple promising looking guys I didn't know and still came up empty."

We tabled the discussion while the waitress took our order and brought us our drinks.

"I did have an idea though, "offered Mike, "there a several forums and chat rooms devoted to anarchy type sentiments, if anyone can point us towards quality fakes, it would be someone there."

"How hard would that be?" I asked, "I can't imagine they would give up their secrets to just anyone."

"And," said Tiffany, looking at her man with concern, "I don't think those are the sorts of places you want to traced back to you."

"No problem there. I can run through some anonymizers and spoof some IP's. That would make it nearly impossible to trace – in fact, I'm pretty sure I can do it in a way that will make it foolproof. But it will take some time. I would have to participate for a while before bringing up something like that. I can't just pop in and start asking for illegal shit. They would peg me for a cop, or at least an informant."

"How long do think?" I asked, taking a sip of my Mountain Dew.

"A few months, probably."

"That's longer than I'd hoped." Said Samantha, "Couldn't you just do your magic and trace a couple of the other participants so we can visit them with our personal Svengali here?"

"Anyone worth contacting would be covering their tracks, just like I will. It wouldn't be easy and likely result in our popping in on a bunch of folks who have no idea what the hell is going on."

"Well," chimed Tiffany, "If anyone can pull this off, it would be my lovable genius. If it's gonna take some time, then it just is what it is."

"It will give us more time to practice Jake's blind act." offered Kirsten.

We took another break when the waitress brought our orders, then conversation took a back seat to eating for several minutes.

"I've been thinking about the dog idea," I said, when my initial hunger had been slaked enough to stop chewing for a few minutes, "I think we should get a few. If for nothing else, the girls need protection."

"What about you guys?" Asked Tiffany, indignantly, "Why are we the only ones who need protection?"

"That's a little sexist," said Samantha, "don't you think?"

"I thought you were pragmatic." I said, "think about it. I have my special talents, and I've gotten pretty good at mixing it up. I know you've seen Mike in competitions, would you want to go up against him? I know, I know," I added as the girls started to protest, "You've all come a long way in your own strength training and martial arts. Don't get me wrong, it could save your life and I don't want any of you to drop a thing. But, Kirsten, with your speed and agility you are a force to be reckoned with on the sparring mat, but how long do you think you'd last in a full contact match with Mike?"

"Considering he outweighs me by well over a hundred pounds, has an arm reach nearly as long as my leg and is a second degree while I've just got my first, I'd have to admit it would take him less than ten seconds."

"And, he'd be ready for you, so that really wasn't a fair comparison. Actually, the best advantage you all have is the element of surprise. Some six foot asshole coming out of a dark alley would never guess that the five foot nothing wisp of a girl he is accosting could hit him with a spinning back kick to his head. But I worry about you ladies because if anyone is going to be victimized by someone like that dick weed from the other day it sure as hell won't be Mike or me."

"You aren't completely off the hook yet, mister," said Samantha, "but for sake of conversation, we would need a breed that is pretty protective."

"I know!" Said Kirsten, "Tibetan Mastiffs. My aunt had one and not only are they huge, they are fiercely protective. Hell, she told me that in the Himalayas they are used protect livestock from wolves, bears and even big cats."

"I've seen one of those," laughed Tiffany, "and, little girl, if we got you one of them you'd need a saddle."

"I'm pretty good at riding them bare-back. At least I was when I was ten. If they're well trained, they're great pets but won't let strangers anywhere near you unless you tell them to."

"They sound pretty rare, how much would one of these horses cost?" I asked.

"For a purebred? Low six figures I suppose."

"Then they're out." I laughed, "My mom left me quite a bit, but that would eat up way too much."

"Plus, we would run up against the whole attention thing again." Offered Mike, "we should probably stick to German Sheperds or something like that. Common breeds, but big and smart enough to come through in a pinch."

"I heard that the Navy Seals use Standard Poodles because they are smart and can be trained to do just about anything." I said, "I would imagine that they would be a good choice. Who the hell expects to get chewed to bits by a friggin' poodle?"

"Well, they are girly enough that no one would think twice about us walking around with one." Noted Tiffany.

"Oh!" Exclaimed Samantha, "And think of all the cute ways we can sculpt their coats."

There was a storm of ideas regarding all the different ways Poodle hair can be clipped.

The whole time, Mike just shook his head, sadly.

"Sheperds are great dogs." He said at one point, looking at me because no one else was paying him any attention. "Tough, intimidating ... you had to go and bring up poodles."

"Standard Poodles, thank you very much. And if they're tough enough to make it in the Seal Teams, they're tough enough to protect our greatest treasures. Plus we're back to the element of surprise."

"Good point." He admitted, "but you just know I'm gonna have to walk the damn thing and I hate to think what it's gonna look like when she gets done with her clippers. I'm picturing bows and everything."

Then he went back to forlornly shaking his head.

When the girls' excitement over the hair styles of their respective poodles had waned, I brought up another topic that I had been pondering.

"How would you guys feel about moving into my place? We'll probably be there most of the time anyway. Having everyone together would just make me breath a whole lot easier."

"Handy," said Mike, "if something did happen to one of us, we would know it a lot faster."

"It does sound good," said Kirsten, "But I am used to having my own room. Don't get me wrong, I love the bed surfing, but everyone needs their own space sometimes."

"There's plenty of bedrooms." I said, somewhat quieter than I'd intended.

"Jake! No!" Exclaimed a shocked Samantha.

No on else said anything, but looked just as shocked.

I reached out and put my hand over hers, "I've got to do it at some point anyway. It's for a good cause, mom would understand."

"This changes everything." Said Tiffany, somberly, "If you're willing to clear out your mom's room just to make room for us, you must really be worried."

"If everything goes as planned, there's nothing to worry about. But if I've learned nothing else during my short stay in this world, it's that anything can happen. I would just feel better if the three of you were close by."

"And having three hot pussies available twenty-four-seven couldn't hurt either." snickered Kirsten.

"You're getting a bit mouthy for a submissive sex slave." I retorted.

"My apologies, Master Jake," she said demurely, her eyes downcast and her tone sincere, "This lowly one meant no disrespect."

"Knock it off." I said as she started to lose the battle and her grin broke through.

"Speaking of sex," said Tiffany, "I think Kirsten has some admirers."

"Who?"

"Don't everyone look, but over by bathrooms, there's three high school boys, probably sixteen or seventeen. They've been staring."

"I'm sure they're just looking at the table, you and Samantha are much more noticeable than I am."

"Before you all start thumb wrestling again, let me check." I offered.

Calling up the sight I sent out a tendril to the first one.

"The guy in blue is definitely looking at Kirsten."

"Told you." snapped Tiffany.

"Would you like to know what he's thinking?"

Kirsten mulled that over for a moment, "Sure. Tell me."

"I think I'll show you instead. I'm gonna try and route what he's thinking through my TK and let you feel it."

"Don't go shoving one of those mind probes up my ass."

"Nothing like that," I laughed, "right now he's just admiring your sexy curves."

Keeping the link alive, I opened my eyes and concentrated.

"Ooh!" exclaimed, Kirsten in surprise as my telekinesis touched her. "Actually, this is sort of nice."

"You have to give us a running commentary," ordered Samantha, "so we know what she's feeling."

"Okay, I said he admired her body, and what he's thinking he would like to do right now is caress her all over. He's standing behind her and running his hands slowly and gently up her sides, now back down. Through the sweep of her tiny waist to the seductive flair of her narrow hips, his fingertips curling around the front of her hip bone and his thumbs tracing the roundness of her tight little ass."

"I like the adjectives," said Kirsten, "and the massage." She added with a sigh.

His hands are moving down the outside of her sculpted thighs, almost to her knees ... now up the back of her legs ... his hands are gently cupping and kneading her sexy ass."

Kirsten, let out something between a gasp and a sigh.

"He's moving up now, his thumbs along her spine and his fingers easily reaching around her sides ... up to her shoulders ... down her arms ... back up ... down her back, but this time his fingers are inboard ... now he's exploring her sexy little waist ... hands moving around to the front ... Oh! He's going in ... under the shirt..."

"Go for it little brotha." Laughed Mike.

"He's moving slowly up her flat toned stomach, aaannd, there it is ... the tit fondle."

I cut off the telekinesis and Kirsten opened her eyes with a shudder.

"Hey! Why'd you stop it? That was really nice." She looked at Samantha and Tiffany, "The kid's not half bad. I should give him a chance, see if he's as good in real life as he thinks he is."

"Cradle robber." Accused Tiffany.

"He'd probably cum in his pants if you just started talking to him." Said Samantha.

I shot her a look but she just winked at me. We still had one secret.

"What about the other guys?" Asked Kirsten.

"Alright, let me get back in ... Okay, the guy in the green shirt isn't looking at Kirsten." I reported with a chuckle.

"Let me guess," said Kirsten in mock frustration, "Tiffany ... fucking blonds."

"Nope, he's looking at Mike, you have a pretty good set of pec's on display in that t-shirt buddy. Would you like me to..."

"No! I'm good."

The girls giggled

"What about the other one?" urged Samantha.

I shifted my link over and almost immediately broke it, opening my eyes.

"What is it?" Asked Kirsten, staring at me with concern, "You look like you've just stepped in dog shit or something."

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

She just kept looking at me, expectantly.

"Okay, he was going at it doggy style..."

"So far so good." she said.

"Yeah, but not in a good way. He was pulling back on your hair, hard. As I connected he was slapping your ass, not playfully either. He was imagining getting off on demeaning and hurting you. You don't even want to know what he was calling you. It was well beyond what you might like."

She frowned.

"You know, now I really feel like giving that first kid a roll, just to throw it in the other one's face. You should come with me, Mike, that way he'll end up the only one not getting any."

"Funny." said Mike sardonically, "You're funny."

"Nobody's giving anyone a roll." I said.

The violent nature of the third kid's fantasy had knocked the fun out of the game, but then I noticed Tiffany, had slid her chair closer to Mike and leaned in to snuggled against his chest.

"I could have wound up with someone like that." she finally said, then looked up at Mike. "I love you so much."

They kissed, then she looked over at me, "I don't how to thank you, Jake, or you Sam. You saw me going that way and when you found a way to stop it, you did it."

"That's what friends are for." said Samantha.

"But if you remember," I said, "as it began, we were just gonna fuck you and take you down a peg or two. You falling for Mike just sort of ... evolved."

"Thanks to you. And with that reminder, I'm on board with moving in, if Mike is. Be nice to get away from my father."

"Is he still at it?" Asked Samantha, "I thought Jake took care of that."

Shortly after revealing my secret to the stunning blond, Samantha and I had gone to visit her at her house a few times, when we knew her father would be there. I had done the best I could, but it only went so far. Tiffany loved her father even though she hated the way he acted when he was in a bad mood, so she didn't want me to do anything that would alter him too drastically.

"Not as bad, he hasn't hit us since Jake finished with him, but he can still be verbally abusive at times. Even though it's not as frequent, I still get most of it."

"Baby," said Mike, his eyes narrowed with anger, "I've told you before, if you'd just..."

"Mike, he's still my dad. I don't want you beating the shit out of him."

"Well, the offers there if you ever change your mind."

"So, whoever that kid winds up suckering into marriage," observed Samantha, " will have to face all of that and worse."

"Hey, Jake," said Tiffany, "my dad wasn't as bad as that, was he ... you know, in bed?"

"No, worst I got from your mom is that he is usually inconsiderate in that regard. Not violent."

"Well, that's good, at least."

"What about that kid, Jake?" Asked Samantha, her hand on my arm, "Can't you do something about his budding predilection?"

"What I did to Tiff's dad took about eight or nine sessions. I'm not sure what I could do with just a drive-by."

"Well, that twist has to come from somewhere. Maybe you could just look into it?"

"Sure, can't hurt."

Calling up the sight, I zeroed back in on the young ass hat and followed his violent fantasy back to his memories.

"It's his home life. No dad ... split when he was almost too young to remember him. Lives with his mom and three older sisters who, apparently, have much clearer memories, all bad. Ipso-facto, they aren't real fond of men in general, and this kid in particular. I would guess he reminds them of the guy."

"Shit, poor kid," Said Kirsten, "not much we can do about that."

"Let me poke around and try something."

I spent about fiftenn minutes rummaging around and making some changes, suggestions and planting some time bombs.

Pulling back my aura, I opened my eyes.

"Well, he's going to start finding those types of fantasies a little uncomfortable. Hopefully up to the point he gets worried about them. I planted a time bomb in his head that will urge him to see some sort of counselor or therapist if that ever comes about."