Incest/Taboo A Penny for Your Thoughts

It seemed weirdly familiar. Waking up, finding myself once again laying in a hospital bed. The only difference being, I hadn't been in a coma. Out for a while yes, obviously, though it couldn't have been that long. For one, Gayleen was the one standing outside my room talking to the doctor, mom and dad hadn't even shown up yet, which meant I couldn't have been here all that long. I sat up, feeling fine...better than fine actually, though my head hurt, had a bit of a headache, and was still a little woozy. But beyond that, I felt pretty good. And then my head cleared a little, I remembered the bright white flash of lightning, remembered the sensation of electricity running rampant inside my body. But that was all. Until waking up now however. The doctor looked in, saw me sitting up, immediately called for a nurse and then came walking into my room, followed by Gayleen. She must have told him she was my girlfriend, or fiancé for them to have let her in to see me, even before my parents had.

"Well, well...you're a very, very lucky man," he said going over my charts, looking at me and reading some more. "Say's here you were struck by lightning ten years ago, is that true?"

"Yes, yes...it is," I said realizing I had in fact been hit again, though I didn't feel injured in any way this time, not like the first time I'd been struck. "What happened anyway?" Though Gayleen answered before the doctor could respond. She'd been standing behind him off to one side, looking wild-eyed and panicked.

"You got hit by lightning! That's what happened! I thought you were frigging dead!" she excitedly exclaimed as tears now began running down her cheeks. "No shit Brian...I came out looking for you, you were late coming into work, which wasn't like you. And there you were, face down on the ground out in the parking lot, rain coming down...out like a light. I seriously thought you were dead! Couldn't see you breathing, couldn't find a pulse, though when the paramedics got there, they said they could feel one, a faint one. But...but," she was crying now almost hysterically.

"It's ok Gayleen, I'm fine...really, nothing broken, nothing melted," I tried assuring her.

"Which brings us to the strange part," the doctor now said jumping in again.

"The...the strange part?" I asked, now extremely curious. "What had happened?" I thought.

"Yeah, after the paramedics got you stabilized on the way in, though they said all your vitals were perfectly normal for the most part, it was when you finally came around, opened your eyes that they said they saw them glowing."

"Glowing?"

"Yeah, they said they saw this very faint blue light in your eyes."

"Maybe it was some sort of reflection or something, after all doc, I do have blue eyes."

"Not like that, they said it was the whites of your eyes that were actually blue in color, first time anyone had ever seen that before. Then later, after we got you in here, I looked at them again in a darker light, and they still seemed to have a faint trace of a blue glow. You mind if I have another look again now that it's been a couple of hours?"

I wasn't too thrilled about that. The last thing I wanted anyone doing was running a whole bunch of tests on me.

"Ok," I said hesitantly as he signaled for the nurse to turn the lights off in the room as he grabbed a small little light in order to look at my eyes with. He spent quite a bit of time doing that, and then just shook his head.

"Well, whatever it was, if it was...you seem perfectly fine now. Pupils respond and dilate, as they should, color is good, no apparent optical damage. And certainly no glowing," he finished once again signaling for the nurse to turn the lights back on. "I still want to keep you for at least twenty-four hours for observation, just to make sure we don't miss anything, or that something else doesn't pop up on us here. But...I think it's safe to say you don't appear to have any serious injuries. And again...consider yourself damn lucky. I don't think you were hit by a lightning strike directly, or we'd see some sort of burns or damage. But it must have hit very close by, to have knocked you out like that." He then wrote something else inside my chart, told the nurse to come in every few hours and see how I was doing, and then left. The nurse then informed me my parents were in fact on the way, and would be here any time now. She asked if Gayleen was staying for a bit, and she assured the nurse she would be, at least until such time as my parents arrived. With that, the nurse left, and Gayleen immediately came over to the bed, taking my hand in hers and looking at me.

"I don't care what anyone says Brian. I saw what I saw. You laying there in the parking lot, thunder and lightning all around, pouring rain coming down like crazy. But every time there was a flash of lightning, even halfway close...I swear," she paused as though wondering if she should even continue.

"Swear what?" I asked, now a bit nervous myself. "What'd you see Gayleen?"

"I'm not crazy, I saw what I saw Brian. Every time I saw flashes of lightning illuminating you in anyway, you...you Brian, you're entire body was glowing this bluish white color. Not just your eyes like the paramedics said, but your whole body!"

Admittedly, even I had to admit I was a little worried about what had happened to me, especially based on what she had seen, let alone what the paramedics initially thought they had. I wondered if I still had my ability, or if it had been altered in some way. I needed to get a hold of a penny soon in order to try it, test it out myself.

We locked eyes for a moment, then she leaned over my bed hugging me. "Oh Brian! I'm just so thankful you're ok," she sobbed hugging me tightly.

"I'm fine," I reassured her, then thinking to myself, "But I sure as hell was looking forward to maybe licking your pussy after work...damn storm!" I thought. Gayleen laughed, standing up again, her face blushing.

"Yeah...me too," she said. "And maybe even more than that. You must be feeling better if you're actually horny!"

I know my mouth was open, so I closed it. "Had she heard me?"

"Of course I heard you," she said, and then looked at me funny for a moment. My mouth hadn't moved. "I must be losing it," she suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

She laughed again, nervously this time. "I thought you said something, but you didn't did you? I mean...I thought you did, but you didn't actually say what I thought I heard you say." She was rambling now, and we both knew it. "I...I think I'm just distraught, still a bit shaken, but incredibly thankful that nothing's wrong with you."

That's when I saw it. A small flicker of light in her eyes as she leaned closer to the bed looking at me. Like a tiny little flame, a small bluish light inside her pupils. Half panicked myself now, I imagined snuffing it out, and just like that...it went away. "Can you hear me now Gayleen?" I asked, thinking the question to myself, though she just smiled at me, stroking my forehead. "Would you like to fuck? Right here in the bed? Right now?" I thought again, but she just continued to stand there smiling her fingers soothingly caressing me. Obviously she couldn't. But now I knew something had changed, drastically, dramatically. And I was a bit worried. Now I had all sorts of new things I needed to learn about what had happened, if and how to control it. And more importantly...how long would this last if I now flicked my "Mind Bic!"

I needed to experiment, and quickly! Something simple perhaps. But I needed to learn how to control this better than I just had. There was too much danger, confusion in simply allowing my thoughts to be heard so easily, so clearly like that. Simply thinking something, and having Gayleen picking it up as easily as she had was far too risky. I again concentrated, this time imagining that little blue light, sure enough, I saw it inside my own head, a brief little spark, and then a flicker, it held.

"Gayleen?"

She now looked down at me again, eyes locking. "Though you're hearing this, you won't remember what I was saying...thinking, unless I say you can, understood?" I thought this... looking at her. Her expression once again looking a bit bewildered, confused. I had to think fast here or this could get out of control in a hurry. "Relax Gayleen...just listen, listen as though asleep, all is well, nothing is untoward here," I once again assured her. She did relax then, though her face took on an almost blank look, a faraway look as though she had in fact gone to sleep...almost as though she were now hypnotized in a way. I decided to work with that, see where this went, what I could do with it, with Gayleen while she was like this.

"Undo your blouse for me," I basically suggested. Surprisingly, she didn't move, didn't even begin to attempt doing that. I could see the struggle in her face, even felt it now as her emotions seemed to be playing tug of war with herself. I was missing something, something critical. She was more statue now than anything, even her fingers had stopped moving, now almost lifeless resting in position quite unnaturally against my face. There was a block of some sort, and I had to find a way around it, and quickly too. Someone could come walking in at any moment, not to mention my own parents. "We're alone Gayleen...no one even knows that we're here at the moment, we're all alone...we're safe. All I want to do is see those lovely breasts of yours Gayleen, that's all. You know that, you want to show me, to please me. Go ahead Gayleen, its ok, show me your tits."

This time I saw her face totally relax, still a bit vacant looking in the eyes though. I'd need to work on that. But now her hands moved, Gayleen stood up, her fingers deftly and quickly beginning to undo the buttons on her blouse. In moments, she had opened it, her bra clad breasts totally and completely exposed.

"Thank you Gayleen, I enjoyed that." I thought once again, seeing her smiling now. "It's ok, you can do your blouse up again. All you'll remember is thinking how you'd have liked to have flashed me, perhaps tease me a little after you've done it up again. You won't remember actually doing it, or that we've had this conversation beyond the simple fantasy that you momentarily entertained about doing that." In my mind, I snuffed out the little flame. And as I did, I saw the tiny pinpoint of light inside her pupils likewise flicker out. She giggled.

"What?"

"I must be feeling better now too, especially knowing you are."

"And why's that?"

"Because now I'm feeling horny...even contemplating doing something I would never, ever do. Especially in a place like this, with so many people around."

"And that is?" I grinned mischievously at her.

Gayleen turned looking behind her quickly, and then hurriedly undid the buttons on her blouse again, only this time, after she had done that, she grabbed the cups of her bra, lifting them up and over, baring her breasts, flashing me. As quickly as she had however, she pulled her bra down again, likewise re-buttoning her blouse.

"I can't believe I just did that! What a rush!" She laughed openly.

"I can't believe you did that either," I thought to myself. "But you did...didn't you?" I asked myself again, making a mental note of that. Something to ponder on in greater detail later.

Just then my parents arrived however, Gayleen excusing herself after briefly talking to them. Mom of course dashing immediately into the room, dad not far behind her as he first finished thanking Gayleen for calling the paramedics and getting me in here.

"I'll come...visit you tomorrow!" Gayleen promised and then turned heading down the hall towards the elevators.

Although glad to see mom and dad, and assuring them that everything was fine, and that I was certainly alright, I now wanted to experiment some more, learn where my limitations were, if any. And more importantly, what could I do with this now? How long would it last? And just how much stronger was it? It seemed to be, I could sense and feel that much. But what did it all mean?

I was tired, after everything that had happened, the emotional strain of whatever changes had taken place must have shown on my face. Almost gratefully so when the nurse as instructed dropped in to check on me. "I think I really could use some sleep now," I told my parents. After once again being reassured by me, and the nurse, they finally left, though like Gayleen, promising to be there first thing in the morning. I watched them leave, grateful they had come, but just as happy they were now leaving. I was anxious to experiment a little.

"Are you hungry?" The nurse now asked me. She was a petite looking Latin American, long dark hair, dark brown eyes and olive complexion. I liked her smile. She seemed curiously interested in me too, bustling about, tucking in my sheets, taking my blood pressure and temperature as we talked.

"A little," I had responded. "Mostly thirsty though, if I could perhaps get something to drink?"

I had noticed the name on her badge just over her left breast. "Carla" it said. "Carla Rodriguez, RN".

"Sure. What would you like?" She said looking at me directly now. I flicked my Bic, thinking quickly as I did. In the dim light of the room, I could see the tiny flicker of light in her own eyes.

"Hear me and listen," I said quickly thinking it. "All you'll remember is having gone about your duties, just as you always do, nothing more unless I suggest it, understood?" Carla nodded her head. "Good...in addition to some food, and something to drink which you'll do, remembering our conversation, that is all you'll remember doing, other than what I've already suggested to you, but right now...what I want you to do for me, is give me a hand-job. Will you do that for me Carla? Give me a nice sensual, pleasuring hand-job?"

Unlike with Gayleen, I felt little or no hesitation, no real internal struggle. I sensed even as she moved closer to my bed, her hand already slipping beneath the sheets, grasping my rapidly stiffening cock, this was something she had done before. I sensed it, sensed her thoughts, the obvious excitement, that element of danger perhaps that she'd experienced before. This wasn't new to her. And now I knew that! She stood next to me, looking down, smiling, her hand starting to caress and methodically stroke my cock there beneath the sheets. I spoke to her openly.

"I take it you've done this before yes?"

"Yes," she almost whispered, still smiling.

"Tell me about it. Tell me how and where you've done this before, while you're doing me. I want to hear it, it arouses me, it arouses you in the telling," I spoke. Already I could see her nipples were getting hard, even beneath the uniform she was wearing. For as petite as she was, she still had nice-sized breasts, and obviously large thick nipples for them to be showing so suddenly and so easily beneath the confining material.

Still stroking and teasing my cock there beneath the sheet, she began sharing her story with me.

"A few months ago, there was a man came in, he'd been in some sort of an industrial accident, had broken both his arms severely. Needless to say, they'd been cast, and for the better part of a week, he was likewise immobilized. We had to do everything for him of course, feeding him by hand, taking care of other personal needs and requirements for him because he couldn't do so for himself. All part of the job. Anyway...I'd come in for the evening shift, he was scheduled for a sponge bath, though reluctant and very nervous about my giving him one. Which I soon discovered as to why. He became aroused of course, which some men very often do. Again, we expect it, though going about our business, taught to ignore, pretend, even overlook it at times. That usually does the trick. Once they relax, 'it' relaxes," she laughed softly. "Except in this case...he stayed hard. Very...very hard. And he happened to have a very large one too. Very noticeable, hard not too...pardon the pun here. But his prick was tenting the sheet, seriously...just the way yours is doing now, only quite a bit more even. He was embarrassed obviously...but highly aroused too. I felt sorry for him. Very sorry. He'd been here nearly a week at this point, few if any visitors, mostly coworkers, unmarried as I'd eventually learned. Perhaps it was because he was. Because he was so attractive, and so vulnerable, that when he pleaded with me, pleaded with me to do something about it, something...anything...that I then did to him, what I am doing to you now."

"So you jerked him off, in order to help him out...relax him, satisfy his desperate need."

"Yes...I did," she said sounding almost dreamily as she said that, remembering, suddenly images filling my head of that moment, clear as day. I could see his face, see the room he was in, Carla, standing there beside him, just as she was with me. And she was right too, he had an enormous dick! It was huge! And then I saw something else, something as she thought ahead, still remembering.

"But then he got worried, got nervous about coming, what would happen, where he'd spurt, the mess he would soon be making."

"Yes he did," she said, once again sounding dreamily, almost far off as she spoke.

"And he voiced those concerns to you, asking you what he should do...getting close then as he was."

"Yes he did," she said again. "But I'd already made up my mind how to handle it," she grinned looking at me, just as I saw in my mind the same smile on her face when she'd looked down at him.

"You're going to take my thick creamy load into your mouth, swallow it aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes I am," she grinned devilishly at me. "Whenever you're ready."

"I'm almost there now," I informed her. "Go ahead Carla, suck my cock...drink and swallow down my come for me."

Nervously she did look behind her, over her shoulder.

"Don't worry, if I see anyone, I'll say your name. If you hear it again, all will be as it was as I told you. You're just here performing your duty, your tasks...and on the way out to get me that drink I'd asked for earlier. Understood?"

She again nodded her head in understanding of that.

"Good. Very, very good. Now...suck my cock, suck it well, and make me cum. Make me cum baby, let me squirt off into that pretty little mouth of yours."

Carla lifted the sheet, leaned forward and devoured my cock, sucking it furiously. Moments later I was spurting what felt like a gallon of cream into her mouth. After she had finished doing that, I suggested she might want to have a drink of water, which would be the reminder to her to go and get me a drink of soda, as I'd asked. "Carla?" I said severing the connection almost immediately. She stood looking momentarily perplexed perhaps, but then shrugging it off.

"So...I'll get that soda for you, and then we'll see about getting you something to eat, and perhaps...if you'd like it, a nice sponge bath later on, just before bed."

That one I had "suggested", so it was nice to see her coming up with that one all by herself, no longer under the influence of anything. It was nice to know, that one had worked too. I had learned a lot, but I still had a lot to learn. One thing was for certain however, it had been longer than fifteen minutes in total between Gayleen and Carla. If there was a limitation to the duration of this, I still hadn't found it yet. But I wasn't done yet either.

Carla had returned with my soda, and shortly after that with something to eat, which wasn't half bad considering I wasn't on any kind of diet restrictions. I enjoyed my meal, watched a little TV, though most sat there thinking. This was in some ways far more complicated for me than just using the penny. At least then, I had an idea of how much time I had, and what limitations I had in using it. Now, though it seemed the ability was far stronger, and thus far more complex, I was almost back to square one here, in trying to figure out how to use it. And use it safely in doing so. What limitation I had, if any...remained to be seen. There were obvious obstacles. It still appeared that one could not force anyone into doing something against their nature. However, I was finding that there were subtle ways around that.

Provided the person felt safe, that there was no threat, or coercion against what their own morals were perhaps, then it appeared to go pretty smoothly. It was when bumping up against that, that the "statue" effect came into play, which is what I now called it. Another nurse had come in to draw some blood, and I had taken that moment, and that opportunity to experiment again, something just as simple. The suggestion to her to likewise show me her tits, had resulted in her sitting there like a zombie, unmoving. It took a while to shake her free from that too, which was a bit unnerving. Her just sitting there, staring off into space having just begun to wrap the large elastic band around my arm prior to drawing blood. Eventually I got through to her, erasing what I'd said, even suggested. She came around, looking slightly bewildered, though only for a moment, and then finished her job, soon after leaving.

So there were indeed limitations. I would learn now to gently probe a person's thoughts, see if they had inclinations in doing something that I might suggest, before actually suggesting it. That seemed to be the key here as I gradually found out.

Carla returned soon after the hospital settled in for the night. All was mostly quiet, Carla making quicker than usual rounds before coming into my room.

"How about that sponge bath before you settle in for the night?" She asked bringing in the things she would need with her in doing so.

"Sounds great. But before we do that, I need to use the restroom, but I'm still feeling a bit shaky here. Mind giving me a hand into the bathroom?" I asked. Carla came over to the bed, slipping her arm around me, one hand in hers as together we slowly walked across the room heading towards the restroom. I looked at her, once again flicking my Bic so to speak, though knowing know I would begin calling it something else. More like "sparking" as I imagined it, saw it...and almost always then saw that same little flicker of light in a person's eyes once I'd established that connection with them. Which was the case now in fact as Carla looked back at me.

She hadn't told me everything. There was more. A lot more. As I probed her thoughts, looking for a link, something to point me in the right direction here as to what she would...or wouldn't do. I discovered something. I found something curiously remarkable, a bit frightening even, yet totally amazing and remarkable. I saw the little light, and it was as though I could walk towards it, if that makes any sense...somehow following it. It seemed to elongate, turning into a pathway. I continued to follow it, though more thought than substance. Like a neuropath way, guiding me on. It abruptly ended, though when it did, it was like seeing a door opened, opening thoughts still held, locked away, secreted away perhaps, yet still there. It felt as though I had gone in through a back way for lack of a better way to describe it. Consciously, I was communicating with Carla about using the restroom, needing her help. On a subconscious level, I was accessing her thoughts, hidden away thoughts, that she herself wasn't even thinking about. It was the strangest, weirdest sensation. I was...where she wasn't. And almost instantaneously, I learned everything there was to know about Carla and the guy she had told me about. It was as though she had this tiny little section of memory, reserved away just for him. Like a single small book on a shelf, filled with volume after volume of additional memories.

Maybe it was me. Maybe this was how I had to see it in order to understand it. But as I pictured that, it's how I saw it. A full and complete library. Some books were dusty as though they hadn't been accessed for god knows how long. Others newer, clean looking, though most had no titles to them, or if they did there still wasn't much I fully understood, just bits and pieces of things. Abstract things, having no clear meaning to me, though perhaps they did for her. This one however, was indeed marked clear as day. "Broken arms guy," I even chuckled outwardly. Carla didn't even remember his name, only filing her memories and thoughts of him this way. "Broken arms guy, with a really big dick" as I finally made out the full elongated title she had filed him away by.

Oh yeah. She'd done more with him. A lot more.

Once inside the bathroom, I turned towards her, throwing out the immediate thought. "We're safe in here...know one will ever know," I told her silently. "You'd like to fuck me wouldn't you Carla? Don't be afraid, admit it if you'd like to do that, tell me...show me that's what you're thinking about if you would."

I lifted my hand towards her breast, caressing her, pressing her back against the door. She lowered her hand down between my legs, easily parting the flimsy hospital gown I had on. Obviously nothing on underneath it.

"I want to fuck you," she told me.

"I know," I thought back without saying it, though she seemed to hear it anyway, accepting it, grinning from ear to ear. She now reached up, undoing her uniform top, her breasts coming into view as she likewise undid the front clasp for this particular bra she was wearing. I'd been correct in my assumption earlier. She had amazingly thick hard nipples, each one standing proud and erect now as I gathered them both between my fingers, gently massaging and rolling them around. She now hiked up her uniform skirt.

"Hurry, take off my panties," she told me urgently. "Take them off! Fuck me! Fuck me hard...fast, and deep!"

These were her words, not mine. I had only opened the book, causing her to remember, to feel the excitement, the passion again. Using it, interjecting myself, creating a new book, which now had my name on it. We began writing in it together.

I pulled her panties down her legs. She kicked them off to one side. Lifting her skirt again, I saw the tiny strip of dark fur just above her mons. I ran my hands down through it, down further, reaching the silkiness of her now very wet pussy. Lightly dragging a finger back up her furrow, now teasing her clit. Carla moaned, sinking her hands into my shoulders, though turning, bending forward, leaning against the door.

"Fuck me Brian, please...fuck me, fuck me hard deep and fast!" she stated once again, even more urgently this time.

I was only too happy to comply with her request.

I plowed into her, just as she wanted it. In one lunge, one deep penetrating plunge into her silken cavern, I was suddenly balls deep. She grunted, the thrust taking her breath away, though she cried out pleasurably seconds later.

"Again!"

I pulled out, almost all the way, and then shoved, impaling her just a deeply, now grinding against her, pushing her into the door.

"Fuck me you prick! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck meeeeeee!" She wailed as I began doing just that.

I could sense her pleasure. Just like before, sensing and feeling her joy, every bit as fully as my own. The oddness of her pussy, like having one. Feeling a cock...my cock, sliding in and out, the nerve endings of her sweet little clit, firing off like a myriad of differing synapses, sending signals to her brain, as well as my own. The pleasure centers of each merged, joined...combined as I continued to fuck her into oblivion, and likewise...myself. I felt her climax begin, triggering my own, or was it my own triggering hers? It mattered not. We came as one. Powerfully, forcefully...totally. The climax itself once again beyond anything I had ever experienced before. But likewise...so was it for her as well. She screamed, hoping the closed door would muffle the sound of our mutual explosion as her cunt clenched around my cock, milking it fully. Spurt after delicious spurt firing off inside her womb, bathing the sweet tight fuck tunnel that still gripped me.

We both collapsed, slithering down the door onto the floor where we lay in a heap together, trying to catch our collective breaths.

"Oh my god...my god! I swear it Brian, never...never have I. Never, ever...have I ever been fucked quite like that!"

And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she never had been either, or at least felt or had an orgasm quite like that. But then again...neither had I.

After we had finally gathered ourselves together again, only then did I interject my thoughts, through the back-door so to speak.

"You'll remember this, but only if you want to Carla. If you enjoyed it, if it's something that doesn't cause you worry or concern, then enjoy it, remember it, even reflect on it, and possibly entertain the thought of doing so again if we can. If however, now knowing...realizing what we just did. If it bothers you in the least, causes you grief. Then this never happened. You won't remember it, all you will remember is giving me the sponge bath. The minute I say your name, the choice will be yours."

I let go of the spark, letting it wink out once we'd reached my bed again, climbing back in.

"Thank you...Carla," I told her.

"No, thank you!" She said winking, and then grinning at me. "Sorry we couldn't give you the sponge bath, perhaps tomorrow, if you're still here," she told me. "But...that was far fucking better, at least for me anyway."

"Yeah...me too Carla. Way fucking better!"

After the little bit I had learned however, I was now anxious to experiment further. I needed to confirm my findings, write everything down of course, and then do it again. I was anxious to see Gayleen, but even more anxious to again see Carol. Between the two of them, I could practice, again hone my skills, and find what limitations to this there still might be. And then after being secure with that, trying it elsewhere perhaps. Trying it on people I knew, as well as people I didn't know. The possibilities here, were endless. What would I discover? What could I find out, make people do...or find I could not? I was excited just thinking about it, got very little sleep as I sat there in my bed. Carla once came in to check on me, but I feigned sleep then. A short time later, another nurse, this one much, much older had taken over her shift. Only then making her rounds, just before morning. She wasn't much to look at. Perhaps she'd looked a lot better in her day, with much less weight, worry lines, and age now giving her a sour, almost burly appearance. She came in, professional, businesslike, going about her work as she once again prepared to take my blood pressure, hopefully for the last damn time. I looked her in the eyes, made the spark, saw the same light in her eyes...and held her there momentarily.

"Now then, what deep dark secrets do you have?" I asked as I now followed the pathway of that little blue light as it stretched out through the corridor of her mind.

What I found made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. After I had checked out the following morning, I made an anonymous call to the police station. I informed them of a particular nurse, her name of course, where she worked. And the fact that they should start with her, looking into inexplicable deaths lately. Particularly those of elderly men in that particular hospital. There had been several over the course of the last few years. Not enough to really raise any suspicions, or questions. No, she was too smart for that, too careful, except where she kept a secret diary, and press clippings, obituaries, those of each man's life she had taken. I saw the secret place in her apartment. The section of floor just inside her closet. Everything the police would need in piecing all of this together. Complete with a lock of hair, from each and every one of her victims.

Sometimes being the "good-guy" even if it was only part-time, had its rewards. Though I still wasn't quite ready to put on the cape yet. Unless it was a gray one...then maybe.

But...I had hopefully done my good deed for the day. I'd gotten a crazy woman off the streets, as the headlines would prove themselves out a day later, after she'd been arrested, and what I'd given over to them found out.

What I needed now however, was a little diversion, something a bit more interesting and fun for me. It was time to go over and see Carol again.

Having taken my doctors advice, I'd decided to take off both Friday, as well as Monday from work and school, thus giving myself a nice long weekend to recoup, though again I felt fine...more than under the new unusual circumstances. And I was still anxious to see Carol again too, so on a spur of the moment, I headed over to her place, hoping to catch her at home. I knew she worked as a realtor, but only when she had too. Most of the time, she was home. Unfortunately, her car wasn't in the driveway, but Jenny's was. Unusual too, as Jenny was still in high school.

"Hmm," I thought, wondering. And though I really had no expectations, and certainly wasn't about to muddy up the water so to speak, it was the perfect opportunity to test things out once again, on someone new, but also on someone I was reasonably familiar with. Ever since we'd been kids, Jenny and I hadn't ever really gotten along all that well. In fact, the older she got, it seemed the more she came to despise me for some reason. Just before "Jim" as he was now called, had gone off to college, we'd spent those last few weeks hanging around together, very much of it at his place, though even back then, I enjoyed it when we did, spending more time around Carol, getting to know her a lot better too. Whenever Jenny was there however, she'd give me the evil eye, or say something obnoxious, or purposely try to spoil some movie or sports program we were watching, turning off the TV, and then running away with the remote. Once, I had actually chased her all the way down the hallway, just barely grabbing her before she could close the door to her room. She'd shoved the remote down the front of her blouse, daring me to get it.

I did. She was pissed at me for weeks after that. Silly me.

Needless to say I wasn't at all surprised when Jenny answered the door. Though I was slightly surprised in the way she had answered it, no doubt...only because her mother wasn't home for one thing. Or perhaps...she was expecting someone else besides me. She was clearly surprised, and then just as quickly, agitated by my presence.

"What are you doing here?" She asked standing behind the screen door.

"Well if you must know, I was talking to your mother about UCLA, am considering going there in the fall. Had a couple of additional questions for her about it," I began.

"Well she's not here. Won't be home until later on this evening, she's showing a house." Jenny actually started to close the inside door on me.

"Wait! Can I at least leave her a message or something?" I asked, figuring...knowing Jenny, she wouldn't bother telling her mother I had even been by.

"I guess," she said folding her arms beneath her breasts, glaring at me. I stood looking back at her.

"I'll need some paper, and something to write on it with, can I borrow something?" I asked feeling a little agitated towards her myself now. This is the way it had always been between us, for more years than I could even begin to remember. "And why is that?" I suddenly asked myself. "Why does Jenny hate me so damn much anyway?" It suddenly became a secret I'd like to ferret out now...especially since I could.

"I suppose," she finally said stepping back, the only indication I was actually being invited in. I opened the screen door, stepped inside capturing her eyes directly as I did so. And summoned the little spark.

"You're fine...we're fine," I assured her. "Now...just stand there, as though dreaming, but awake, and answer me this then Jenny...why is it that you hate me so much anyway?"

I saw the pathway, followed it, the door to my question just beyond. Already Jenny's deep dark secret thoughts betraying her. I sensed her response, even as she spoke, answering. Her tone not quite as ambivalent towards me as it had been. "I don't hate you Brian, I just don't like you very much is all," she said hedging her bet here. Even as our minds spoke, communicating on this conscious plain, I was already entering through the back door, the secrets to her thoughts soon revealed to me as I entered in, once again finding a library, which is how I still think I needed to see it, in order to understand what I was seeing...doing. Not too surprisingly perhaps, there wasn't that many books here, not too many with dust on them either, and those books, small ones...reminding me very much of the thin children's books we used to read. Only there was one...mixed in amongst a few of those. Slightly larger, a bit thicker perhaps as I picked it up. It was called, "I was in love with you Brian Jones! And you were mean to me because of it!"

It's how she had filed this one away. And now I knew the reason, but not the entire story. I decided to dig a little deeper as consciously, I now told Jenny to lead me into the house where I could get some pen and paper from her. We did that, me tagging along inside her head along for the ride as she searched out her mother's bill cabinet. All the while, hearing her thoughts, as well as reading and discovering her secret ones. Like being in two places at the same time, which in a sense...I really was.

"I hate you Brian Jones, for not being the one that I eventually lost my virginity too, when all I ever wanted was for you to be the one when the time came. I hate you for never noticing me, for being two...count em, just two fucking years older than me, but never even giving me a moment's notice. I happen to have tits too you know, and nice ones too! Though you'll sure as hell never see them, not now anyway. Especially since you'll be leaving to go off to school soon, and then...just like my brother, see you what...once? Twice a year if I'm lucky? No! Fuck you Brian. Fuck you for making me love you...and hate you, all at the same time!"

"Here," she then said digging out a note pad and a pen, all but throwing them at me. "Write your note...I'll make sure she gets it."

I looked at her, smiling, disarming her a bit as I wrote. "I must say Jenny, you've really changed you know, a lot since we really hung around one another. You're beautiful in fact, and I bet, you're probably one of the most popular girls in the school now these days aren't you?" I looked up, handing her the note. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide in surprise, perhaps shock even.

"I ah...I ah, well...I..." "Read the note Jenny," I told her, ready to project my thought into her head as she did so.

She read, "If you really do hate me as much as you say you do...then I'll leave, and I won't come back here and bother you again, not ever. If however, you still feel something towards me, the way I think you do...then let's get rid of that hate, maybe develop something else, maybe even be good friends, or better friends...or perhaps even, lovers. It's entirely up to you Jenny, your call. What's it going to be?"

I reached out, taking the note back, slipping it into my pocket as she stood there, that statue effect, for a moment at least. Indecision playing havoc with her emotions, feelings...reality.

"You...you really think I've changed? That I'm...I'm..."

"Beautiful? Yes I do Jenny. And I could honestly kick myself, for not really paying any attention to you until now. But to be perfectly honest about it, I figured you never really did like me, so what was the point? Why make a fool out of myself chasing a girl who didn't really want to have anything to do with me? No sense making things worse than they already were, which is why...I would hope that at least now, now that you are older and more mature, we can both put those silly thoughts and times behind us. What do you say?"

"What I say is...mom's not going to be home for several hours, how about you and I sit down and have a nice quiet little chat."

I smiled at her. "I'd like that," I said. "I think it's about time the two of us buried the hatchet."

She smiled back, turning, walking into the family den, though I could see her hands doing something as she did that, entering, turning around. She'd undone the buttons on her blouse, she wasn't wearing a bra either. "Oh, I think it's way past doing anything like that Brian. In fact...I was thinking along the lines of burying something else, what do you think?" She slipped out of her blouse now, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, the one's I'd been surprised to see her standing there in when she opened the door.

As I had done with Carla, I told her mentally, if this was really something she wanted, would feel good about having done afterwards, then she could keep the book. If not...I would hand her the second note I had also written. This one for her mom, and that one, is the only one she'd remember my giving her just before I turned and left.

"Alright Jenny, all up to you now...do I stay? Or do I go?"

"Get your pants off," she said leering at me. "Let's see what it is I've been fantasizing about now for all these years!"

As I began to undress, looking at her, I also realized this could get very, very tricky. I had every intention of seeing where I could likewise take this with her mother, with Carol. But I also knew I didn't want to fuck either relationship up either. This would take some additional thinking no doubt, as to how to do that. But right now, I had other business to attend to. For one, I now had a very gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde, with nice firm breasts, pink nipples, and a very, very bare pussy, all puffy and swollen...just waiting for me.

I'd worry about the other details later...​