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 The Fountain of Youth by Lazlong

   Chapter 7

   ------------------------------------------ Saturday, October 9, 1976
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   God!  What a way to wake up!

   I was still spooned to Sharon's back.  One of my hands was still cupping
one of her breasts, but the other had fallen off during the night.  Sharon
must have been awake for a while.  She was slowly grinding her butt against
my morning erection.  She must have felt me wake up as she turned her head
slightly and whispered, "Good morning."

   <Good morning to you too, love of my life,> I answered mentally.

   <Did you sleep well?>

   <Sweety, I don't think I even moved the whole night.>

   <I didn't either.  This is a great way to wake up.>

   <I wouldn't mind waking up this way for the rest of my life,> I told
her.

   Sharon rolled over so she was facing me, then gave me one of the toe
curling kisses.  <Thank you for not rushing me last night.>

   <Sharon, I know you are a virgin, and I know last night was the first
you were naked with other people.  Whenever you're ready for a sexual
relationship, I figure you'll let me know,>

   <Oh God, Mike.  I'm ready now.  I've always had these romantic ideas of
how it would be the first time.  I've never made love, or even seen anyone
make love, so I don't know where I got my ideas.  I've never even seen a
porno movie.  I guess I've been a little sheltered.>

   <Is it going to bother you that I make love to Bonnie and Beth?>

   <I don't think so.  I know you can never marry them, and I know they're
willing to share, so...  no, that's not going to bother me.>

   <Is it going to bother you that they make love to each other?>

   <No, definitely not.  I've never had a sexual experience with another
girl either.  No, I take that back.  Missy Stewart and I did feel each
other up once just to see what it would feel like.  It was interesting but
neither of us knew what we were doing.  I hadn't even started masturbating
yet.>

   <Believe me Beth and Bonnie know what they're doing.>

   <Do you think they'd let me watch them sometime?>

   <Sweety, we all sleep in the same bed every night.  No one got it on
last night because they didn't want to upset you.  I've seen Beth and
Bonnie getting it on many times.  Believe me, it doesn't bother them at all
to have an audience.>

   <So Bonnie has seen you and Beth and Beth has seen you and Bonnie?>

   <Watched us or got involved.>

   <Kinky.  So, since you knew I was nervous, why didn't you jump Bonnie or
Beth last night.>

   <Because, My Love, I didn't know how you'd react to something like that.
I love you Sharon and I don't want to scare you off.>

   Sharon took my hand and pulled it down to her pussy.  She took two of my
fingers and rubbed them up and down her slit.  She was literally flooding.
<Does that feel like I'm scared?>

   <That feels like you're horny.>

   <I knew you were smart.  What would Bonnie and Beth think if they woke
up and we were going at it?>

   <Bonnie would be pleased and Beth would be wishing it was her.>

   <Well, if you will just quietly roll on your back, I'd like to see if
that thing that's been poking my ass all morning will fit inside me.>

   Who was I to argue.  I rolled onto my back, gently moving away from
Bonnie as far as I could.  I saw Bonnie's eyes flutter as Sharon moved to
mount me.

   Sharon moved her very wet slit back and forth along my cock for a while,
then raised up and tried to get me inside.  The head of my cock slid
forward and bumped against her clit.  She gasped then raised up to try
again.

   I felt Bonnie's hand grasp the base of my cock and bring it straight up.
When Sharon saw Bonnie's hand her mouth fell open, then she smiled and
nodded at Bonnie.  Bonnie gave her a big smile in return.  Sharon started
lowering herself and this time the head of my cock popped inside.

   She stopped for a few seconds while she adjusted, then started lowering
herself again.  <Take your time, Sherry,> Bonnie told her.  <Give yourself
plenty of time to adjust.  Whenever you need to stop, then stop.>

   Sharon nodded and said, <Thank you.>

   She had about another inch in her when I felt myself bumping up against
her hymen.  She stopped and held there.  <Bonnie, he's against my cherry.
What do I do now?>

   <Sherry, there are a couple of different ways to do it.  One is to keep
moving up and down, bumping it a little harder each time until you finally
wear it out.  The other is to raise up and then drop down an inch or two
very quickly.  I think I like the second way better because you only feel
the pain once.>

   Sharon didn't say anything.  She raised herself about an inch, then
dropped.  She let out a gasp as I tore through her maiden barrier, but kept
going another couple of inches before she stopped.  She was breathing hard
as she looked at Bonnie and I and smiled.  <That wasn't so bad.  More like
a pinch than anything.>

   I was stroking her butt with my right hand and I put my left arm around
Bonnie.  She snuggled her head on my chest, then started stroking Sharon's
thigh.

   Before long, Sharon started moving again.  Soon I was completely
impaled. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit through my pubic hair.
<If it's not too sore, start moving up and down, Sweety.  Try to bump your
clit against his pubic bone every time you come down,> Bonnie coached.

   Sharon raised about an inch then slowly lowered herself again.  When she
hit bottom she moved forward, then raised herself again.  <That's it,
Sweety.  It took me thirty years to learn to do that.  I don't know if
you'll cum your first time, but when you start to cum from intercourse
you'll find that way gives you the best ones.>

   <I don't think it's going to be a problem for me to cum, Bonnie.  I
think about two more strokes will do it,> Sharon said as she lowered
herself again.

   Sharon started moving faster on each stroke.  In just a few strokes she
was moaning, then a few more and she was making a high pitched keening
sound.  Four or five strokes after that and she screamed, then collapsed on
top of me.

   Sharon's head ended up just a few inches from Bonnie's.  Bonnie watched
her until her eyelids started to flutter, then leaned forward and kissed
Sharon softly on the lips.  Sharon opened her eyes to see who was kissing
her, then returned the kiss with passion.

   Their lips were still locked together when Bonnie said, <God!  This girl
can kiss!>

   Sharon started to giggle, which broke them apart.  Have you ever had a
woman giggle when you're buried balls deep in her pussy?  It does marvelous
things to your cock.  I started to groan, and this caused Sharon to giggle
even harder.  I thought I was going to shoot off when Sharon must have
realized how close I was.

   <Bonnie, I'm not on any type of birth control.  Would you like to finish
him off?>

   <I would,> Beth let us know.

   <No, Sweet Daughter of mine.  I've been coaching, so it's my turn.>

   Bonnie got up on her knees and she and Sharon exchanged another soul
kiss before they changed places.  Sharon held my cock up and Bonnie smiled
at her before lowering herself on me.

   Beth moved over on the other side of me and took one of Bonnie's nipples
in her mouth as Bonnie began her cowgirl ride.  Sharon gave me a big kiss
then smiled and latched on to Bonnie's other nipple.

   It was a good thing Bonnie was getting a lot of stimulation because I
knew I wouldn't last long.  It was less than a minute before Bonnie started
telling the world of her orgasm.  I was soon loudly agreeing with her.

   ----------

   We pulled into the Mayhew driveway at about ten after eight.  Sharon
opened the door with her key and we quietly went into the house.

   <Which way to his bedroom,> I asked.

   Sharon moved out and we followed.  She came to a closed door and waited.

   I moved up beside her and quietly opened the door.  He was sprawled on
his back, snoring.  The blanket covered him from the waist down, but he was
naked above the waist.

   We all went into the room, and I mentally told him to stay asleep. 
Bonnie went over to a closet and pulled out four silk ties.  She brought
them over to the bed and told us to each tie one to a wrist or a leg.  We
did so, then tied the other end to the four posts of the bed.

   When we pulled the blanket off him to get to his ankles we found he was
totally nude.  <Does it bother you to see your father nude?> I asked
Sharon.

   <No, he's rather pitiful compared to you, isn't he?>

   Beth giggled.  <Mike's cock is a family treasure.  We wouldn't want it
to get out how big he is.>

   The three women laughed loud enough I was happy I'd told Mayhew to stay
asleep.  I just blushed.

   I gave Mayhew a command to wake up and as he started to do so, I
backhanded him across the face as hard as I could.

   He was confused and disoriented.  "You are going to be very lucky if you
get out of this alive cocksucker," I told him.  "No one beats up on my
girlfriend and lives."

   "Who...  who are you?"

   "I'm your worst nightmare, cocksucker.  I'm the one who's going to cut
your puny cock off and feed it to you if you ever come close to Sharon
again."

   "But, she's my daughter.  I have to be close to her."

   "Not any more, she's not you low life son of a bitch.  She won't be
living with you any longer."

   "You can't get away with this.  I'll sue you for everything you and your
parents have, kid."

   I slapped him again.  While I was talking, Bonnie was feeding thoughts
and ideas into his head.  "Sue me motherfucker?  If you don't change you
attitude right now you won't be alive to sue anyone."

   Just for fun, I slapped him one more time.  Sharon leaned over and spat
in his face.  I think it was the first time he realized anyone else was in
the room.

   "When you agree with us that you are a piss poor father and agree for
someone else to take over your responsibilities, we'll talk about letting
you go.  If you keep on playing macho man, I'll kill your sorry ass and
Sharon will still be rid of you.  It's your decision."

   "You wouldn't let him kill me, would you baby?"

   "I'll hold your head up so he can slit your throat you sorry bastard."

   "Baby, I didn't mean to hurt you.  I was drunk and lost control.  I'm
sorry baby."

   "You're sorry alright.  You've been cruel to me since Mom died.  I never
want to see you again.  If you won't sign over custody of me to Bonnie,
I'll be happy to help Mike kill you."

   "Mr.  Mayhew, I'm Bonnie.  I've agreed to take over the care of your
daughter at no cost to you.  Think of the money you'll save by not having
to feed and clothe her.  You'll also be free of her school expenses, and
you'll have a lot more personal freedom.  You won't have to worry about
being home to take care of her, and if you want to bring a friend home,
there will be no one you have to worry about."

   "But Mom," Beth said, "You said I could cut his cock off.  Please!"

   "No, baby.  If he gives up all his rights to Sharon, we'll let him go.
It'll be a hassle if we kill him."

   "Cutting his cock off wouldn't kill him, Mom.  Besides we could put his
body where we put the other guy."

   "Yeah, baby, but if you cut his cock off, we'll HAVE to kill him.  He's
seen our faces."

   "Awh, gee.  You never let me have any fun."

   "So, Mr.  Mayhew, do you go with us to my attorney and sign the papers
to give me custody, or do I let my daughter cut your cock off and my son
kill you afterwards?"

   "I'll sign the papers, and good riddance.  I never did like the little
snot anyway."

   "Okay, we're going to let you loose to get dressed.  My attorney is
waiting."

   As Mayhew was getting dressed, Sharon said, "Bonnie, I really wish you'd
have let Beth cut his cock off.  It's a tiny little thing, but I'd have
liked to put in a jar of formaldehyde and kept it as a souvenir."

   Beth giggled, "You could have used a baby food jar, Sharon."

   ----------

   We had no problems at the attorney's office.  The attorney asked Mayhew
if he was signing the documents of his own free will.  Mayhew looked at me,
then at Beth and said that he was.  Everything was signed within five
minutes.  Mayhew didn't even bother to read anything.

   We went back to the Mayhew residence and Bonnie, Beth, Sharon and I
loaded all of her things into the back of the Suburban.  It took less than
an hour.  As we were getting ready to leave, Bonnie handed Mayhew his copy
of all of the documents.  "Read them carefully," she said.  "You will see
that you have no visitation rights and that you are to come no closer than
100 feet from her at any time.  We can and we will have you arrested if you
disobey these papers.  That is unless my children get to you first."

   Mayhew didn't say a word as we left.

   -------------

   When we got home and got Sharon's things put away, we sat down and
talked about how things had gone.  We all got a laugh out of how scared
Mayhew had gotten.

   <Beth, where did you come up with wanting to cut his cock off?> Bonnie
asked.

   <Well, Mom, Mike had said he was going to cut his cock off and feed it
to him.  I just thought since you were playing good cop you might be able
to use another bad cop.>

   <Sharon's the one I got a kick out of,> I said.  <Wanting to save his
cock in a bottle.>

   <I guess we could have frozen it on a stick,> Sharon said.  <Then we
could have had a cocksickle.>

   <Your sense of humor is as sick as Mike's,> Bonnie laughed.

   We finally calmed down and I asked if Beth and Sharon would take a
reading test for us.

   <Why?> asked Beth.

   <My reading speed and Bonnie's reading speed have both increased greatly
since the change we made in our brains.  I'd just like to see if the two of
you have changed as well.>

   <I'd be willing,> Sharon answered.

   <Yeah, I'll do it too.>

   When they had finished the tests, both girls were shocked.  Beth was now
reading at a rate equal to me, and Sharon wasn't far behind.

   <I wonder if your IQs have changed as well?>

   <I have a pretty high IQ,> Sharon told us.  <Dad said the school told
him it was around 140.>

   <Mine was in the 130s before, but it went up quite a bit after the
change.>

   <How high did it go?>

   <Last time I was tested it was 183.>

   <Oh God!  That's far into the genius range.>

   <I suspect yours has gone up too, Sweety.  Maybe we should get Ms. 
Richards to set up testing for them, Bonnie.>

   <You're not using that high IQ of yours right now, Mike.  How would it
look if three kids all living in the same house suddenly had big increases
in their IQ?  It might be reasonable for Beth since you're brother and
sister, but not for Sharon.>

   <She's right, Mike,> Sharon said.  <There has to be a way though. 
You're going to be gone at the end of this semester and if Beth starts
testing out of classes I'm going to be spending my last two years of school
by myself.>

   <Okay.  Try this on for size.  We get Beth tested through the school,
and if her IQ is what I think it is now, we have her start testing out of
classes so she can graduate at the end of the year.  Sharon can be home
schooled by you, Bonnie.  At the end of the year, she can take the tests
the state requires for a home schooled student to graduate.  We can have
her IQ tests done independently.>

   <Now that makes sense,> Bonnie said.  <Besides, that way you can help
Sharon prepare for the state tests.>

   ------------------------------------------ Monday, October 11, 1976
------------------------------------------

   Monday morning saw Beth, Sharon, and I back in school.  I was scheduled
for another test during first period so I was in the testing room when Beth
went in to see Ms.  Richards.

   Beth went into her office and said, "Good morning, Ms.  Richards.  Could
I talk with you for a moment?"

   "Good morning Elizabeth.  I'm not busy right now, so what can I help you
with?"

   "Please call me Beth.  Since Mike started testing out of classes I
realized just how bored I am with mine.  Mike has a very high IQ, but I
beat him all of the time on games and game shows on TV.  I was wondering if
You could have an IQ test set up for me, and if I do well, if I could test
out of some of my classes too?"

   "Well, I was kind of expecting this, Beth.  I've had two of your
teachers tell me that in the last couple of weeks you've gone from being a
low 'A' or high 'B' student to something off the scale.  Is there something
in the water supply at your house or something?"

   "No, Ms.  Richards.  Mom told us that when she reached puberty all of a
sudden things seemed to click.  She said she went from being a 'B' student
to an 'A' student overnight.  She said that after about six months of that,
she became bored, and just barely managed to graduate, her grades had
fallen so badly."

   "I've seen it happen before where a very bright student becomes bored
and their grades go through the floor.  Usually that turns around when and
if they get into college.  Does your mother know what her IQ is?"

   "No.  She said they didn't test for it that often where she went to
school.  That's one of the reasons she wants me to be tested."

   "Well, the IQ test won't be a problem.  I'll call Dr.  Franks this
morning and get something set up.  Drop by this afternoon and I'll let you
know when it will be."

   "Thank you, Ms.  Richards.  I'll stop by right after lunch."

   --------------

   While Beth was talking with Ms.  Richards, Bonnie was meeting with our
attorney.  She asked him to set up a corporation for us under the name MBBS
Enterprises.  He told her he'd get the paperwork started and that it
shouldn't take but a few days to have it ready.

   When the attorney asked who the officers of the corporation would be,
she gave him all of our names.

   "These are minors aren't they, Bonnie?"

   "Physically, yes.  Mentally, far from it," she told him.

   "Unfortunately, physical age is all that counts under the law.  They are
not allowed to sign contracts, so they cannot be officers of the company."

   "Is there any way to have them declared legal adults?"

   "There is a manumission law in California, but it is usually applied
when a minor is in a bad home situation and needs to get out.  There are
some strict rules that apply, and I don't think you really want to get into
that.  We can set the corporation up so you are the only officer.  It would
mean you would have to sign any paperwork yourself, but you could have
anyone do the actual work that you want.  Even minors."

   "I guess that's the way to go then.  I wish Mike were here.  I depend on
his insight a lot."

   "How old is Mike?"

   "He'll be seventeen in a couple of months.  He has an IQ of 183 and more
wisdom than a fifty year old."

   "You must be proud of him.  You can make him an officer of the company
when he turns eighteen.  Until then I'm afraid you're stuck."

   -----------

   The trig test proved to be just as easy as I thought it would be.  I
figured on scheduling my Biology test for the following Monday, which would
mean I only had to be in class on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next two
weeks, then I'd only be coming in to take tests for the remainder of the
semester.

   Beth took off with Bonnie at lunch to go take her driver's test.  She
said she'd be back for track practice.  I was waiting for Sharon when she
came into the cafeteria.  I took her hand and we went through the lunch
line.  We found a small table over in one corner and sat side by side.

   We had only been there a couple of minutes when a strange looking boy,
dressed all in black slipped into the seat across from us.  It was Josh
Anderson, the guy who had effectively killed Mike Green.

   "Hi Mike," he said.  "How's it hanging?  Who's the babe?"

   "Hello Josh.  The 'babe' is my girlfriend.  Either show her some
respect, or leave."

   "Hey, I didn't mean nothing man.  Just wanted to see how you were
doing."

   "I'm doing fine."

   "Yeah, Jimmie and Bill and I were wondering why you were avoiding us. 
Your mama got you on a short leash?"

   "No one has me on a short leash, Josh.  I'm avoiding you because the
three of you damned near got me killed.  I intend to continue avoiding you,
so why don't you just go back to your brain dead friends and leave us
alone?"

   You could see his nostrils flare and his eyes squint with anger. 
"Listen here motherfucker.  What happened with you was an accident.  You
were in on it as much as any of us.  Don't try to go blaming us for what
happened."

   "Yeah, I know I was brain dead at the time myself.  Only trouble is, I
woke up and figured out just how fucking stupid I'd been.  From what I
hear, you guys are just as fucking stupid as ever."

   "Don't call me fucking stupid, asshole.  Next time I just might make
sure you never wake up!"

   I could see the anger building in Sharon as this conversation was going
on.  Finally, she couldn't keep quiet any longer.  "Listen, moron.  You
just threatened Mike in front of a witness.  You are even dumber than I
thought.  Why don't you bring your other dumb assed friends over and have
them threaten him too.  That way we can fry all of your asses at once."

   "Shut up bitch or you might get some of the same!"

   I reached over and grabbed him by the hair before he even knew what was
happening.  I pulled his head down so his face was buried in his plate of
spaghetti.  "I'm sorry, Sweety, but no one calls you a bitch and no one
threatens you."

   "It's okay, Mike.  He deserves to breathe some spaghetti.  Don't you
think you should let him up soon though?"

   Josh was grabbing at my hands and trying to kick me under the table
through all of this.  "Yeah, I guess so, it just seems a shame to let him
up though." I released my grip on his hair and Josh's head popped up.  He
inhaled some sauce as he gasped for breath and started coughing.

   When he finally got his breath back he hissed, "I'm gonna kill you for
that, motherfucker."

   Before I could do or say anything else, he was on his feet and moving
back from the table.  He grabbed a napkin from a girl at the next table and
was wiping his face as he practically ran from the cafeteria.

   "He scares me, Mike.  I'm afraid he'll really try to hurt you."

   "I know Love.  I don't think he can though.  He is dangerous, so keep an
eye out for him."

   "Let's get out of here, Mike.  I don't think I can eat any more."

   I had to agree.  The confrontation had upset me as well.  We slipped out
the east door of the building, the one all the smokers used.  When we were
in a fairly secluded spot, I put my arms around Sharon and held her close.
She was shivering, so I held her until it stopped.

   "What did you mean when you said he couldn't hurt you, Mike?"

   <The only way he could is if he did it from a distance, like with a
rifle.  Even then, if he didn't hit me in the head, I think I'd have time
to repair any damage he did before it could be fatal.>

   <What if he slipped up behind you with a knife?>

   <I'd know he was coming and I'd freeze him while I took the knife away.>

   <You could do that?>

   <You could too.  When we get home tonight, Beth or I one will show you
how.  Beth is actually better at that kind of thing than I am.>

   <Okay.  I do want to know.  Maybe I can be of help if there's trouble.>

   I walked Sharon to her next class before going to study hall.

   -----------

   Track practice was grueling.  The coach reminded us we had a meet
scheduled for Saturday with Hillsdale and that he expected us to work our
asses off for the next three days.  He said he'd go a little easier on us
on Thursday, and that Friday would just be a team meeting.

   Sharon was waiting for Beth and I when we came out after practice.  I
hadn't had a chance to ask Beth how she'd done on her driving test, and
neither had Sharon.

   "Did you pass your driving test, Sweety?" I asked.

   As tired as she was, Beth grinned from ear to ear and started jumping up
and down.  "I did, I did, I did," she yelled.

   "Good for you, Sis.  When we get home, you get a big kiss for that."

   "Yeah, it's too bad you can't do this right now," Sharon teased as she
grabbed me and gave me a toe curling kiss.

   "You bitch," Beth giggled.  "I'll get you for that."

   "Girls, girls.  I'm gonna tell mommy on you for fighting."

   "Oh, you're gonna get it for that," Sharon laughed.  "Or maybe I should
say you're gonna not get it.  Maybe we should cut him off, Beth."

   "It wouldn't do any good.  That horny slut of a mother of ours would do
him anyway."

   We were all giggling our asses off as we fell into the Suburban.  It's a
good thing no one was around to hear our teasing.

   ---------

   Sharon and I told Bonnie and Beth about our encounter with Josh.  Bonnie
was a little concerned.  "Do you think he'll try anything?" she asked.

   "I don't think so, Bonnie, but we'll be ready for him if he does."

   "I guess I'm becoming a violent person," Beth said.  "I'm ready to
castrate the bastard for what he did to you the first time.  If he comes
after you again, I have no idea what I'll do."

   "What I hope you'll do is act responsibly," Bonnie told her.  "If force
is required, mental or physical, use the least amount required to defuse
the situation.  We can't just go around killing people."

   "Amen." I said.

   "I don't know if I can do that Bonnie," Sharon said.  "If he comes after
Mike, I'm afraid I'll lose it."

   "I know baby, but with power comes responsibility.  We have to be able
to control ourselves if we expect others to control themselves."

   "I know Bonnie.  It's just that...  well...  I don't know..."

   "I do, Sharon.  Believe me I do.  If a loved one is attacked, us women
tend to attack back and think about it later.  It's just that with the
power you have now, you can kill someone by just telling their heart to
stop.  We're like adults among two year olds.  Yes, we're the same species,
but we can kill others without even trying."

   "Why don't we just share it with everyone then?"

   I'd been waiting for someone to ask that question, so I spoke up. 
"There are several reasons, Sweetheart.  First, if the government had any
idea what we can do, we'd be locked away in a lab somewhere while they
figured out how to use us against the rest of the world.  Secondly, being
able to do what we can do doesn't make you a better person.  Think how easy
it'd be for a mugger with our abilities.  He could stop someone in their
tracks and rob them at his leisure.  If he wanted, he could stop them
permanently.  Thirdly, if everyone had a longer life, our already
overpopulated planet would run out of resources much quicker.  I'm sure
you're aware that your sex drive doesn't lessen because of how you are."

   All three women looked thoughtful for several minutes.  Beth was the one
to break the silence.  "It's actually made me hornier."

   I laughed and said.  "Beth, my love, Mud makes you hornier.  Rain makes
you hornier.  Silence makes you hornier.  Noise makes you hornier. 
Quicksand makes you hornier."

   Before I could get the last sentence out she was hitting me with a throw
pillow.  "Dust makes you hornier.  Lint makes you hornier." Now, Bonnie had
joined in hitting me with another pillow.  "Toilets make you hornier. 
Busses make you hornier." Sharon joined the fray.  "Algebra makes you..."

   "I'm sorry girls, but I have to do something to shut him up," Beth said
as she stuffed her right breast into my mouth.

   I clamped down on her nipple with my lips and began sucking and nibbling
contentedly.  Beth gave a big sigh and settled down on my lap.  "This
definitely makes me hornier," She said with a contented smile.

   --------------

   Later, actually much later, Bonnie filled us in on the corporation.  The
attorney said all of the paperwork would be done within two weeks.

   "I was afraid that would be the case about who would be able to sign for
everything.  It's only for a year and one month though, Bonnie, then I can
take over some of the burden."

   "It's not been a burden so far, Mike.  I sign a couple of checks a week
and send out a couple of letters.  You tell me what to tell the broker to
buy and sell now, so that isn't a problem.  If you want to feel like I'm
overworked though and take special care of me, I'll go along with that."

   "I told you she was a slut," Beth said.

   Chapter 7

   ------------------------------------------ Tuesday, October 12, 1976
------------------------------------------

   I am going to enjoy this.  I now have only one class on Monday,
Wednesday and Friday.  After next Monday I won't have any.  Even now it is
enjoyable.  It gives me more time to mentally harass Beth and Sharon. 
Finally they told me to cool it as I was going to get them in trouble with
their teachers.

   When Sharon came into the lunchroom, she surprised me by throwing her
arms around my neck and giving me a three alarm kiss.  She let me go and
when I finally got my breath back I asked, "What was that all about?"

   "That was for making life fun.  When you were talking to me, you had me
so distracted, my teacher asked me if I was feeling okay.  I told him I had
never felt better, then he said if that was the case maybe I should try to
get the flu or something so I'd pay attention."

   I laughed and gave her a hug before we started through the line.  "In
three more weeks, I won't be having to come in to school.  Beth will be
here for a while, but I think we need to talk to Bonnie about getting the
home schooling started."

   "I'd like that, but that would leave Beth here all by herself.  Let's
talk to Beth and Bonnie and see how they feel about it."

   "Anything you say, my love.  This stuff looks like crap, but I'm hungry
enough to eat a bear.  Hide and all.  Maybe I can even get this down."

   We found our table and sat side by side.  I hadn't more than picked up
my fork when Josh walked by.  He stopped, pointed his finger at me, then
crooked his finger as if he were pulling a trigger.  Then he laughed and
walked away.

   Sharon saw Josh's act and I could feel her hand trembling where it lay
on my thigh.  "Don't worry about him, Honey.  He's trying to scare us, but
he has no idea what he's getting into."

   I put my arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer.  <We told
you what we did to the three guys who kidnaped Beth, didn't we?>

   <Yes, Mike, and it didn't bother me a bit.  It's like Bonnie was saying
last night, though.  I love you and want to protect you.>

   <I know that love, but I think you'd better be protecting Josh in this
case.>

   Sharon giggled and turned her pretty face to me.  <Are you going to turn
him into a pretzel, Sweety?>

   <No, but if he keeps it up, he may drive his car into a telephone pole
going ninety miles an hour.>

   Sharon shivered then said, <I hope we don't have to do that, Mike, but
if we do, I'll help in any way I can.>

   <I hope we don't have to do that either, Sweetheart, but I'm not going
to let a Flatliner ruin the life I have planned for us.>

   ----------------

   "So, Ms.  Richards, what can you tell me about this Michael Green? 
Specifically, what can you tell me about his dramatic increase in IQ?" the
man asked after he had introduced himself as Dr.  Cunningham, a colleague
of Dr.  Franks.

   "I really can't give out that type of information, Dr.  Cunningham," Ms.
Richards told him.

   "I have Mr.  Andrews permission to talk with you Ms.  Richards.  He
assured me you would supply me with the information I need."

   "I'm sorry doctor, but that would be a breach of confidentiality and an
invasion of privacy.  If you will get a signed document from Mrs.  Green
giving her permission to release the information, I will talk with our
school lawyer and see if we can release it."

   "I'm afraid that won't be good enough, Ms.  Richards.  I need the
information now."

   "Again, doctor, I'm sorry, but that just isn't going to happen."

   "I will bring Mr.  Andrews down here.  He will order you to give me the
information."

   "And I will tell him the same thing I told you."

   Dr.  Cunningham kept his cool, but Ms.  Richards could see the anger in
his eyes as he left her office.

   After he was gone, Ms.  Richards removed the files for both of the Green
children from the filing cabinet.  She took them into the storage cabinet
in the testing room and put them in the bottom of a box of new file
folders.

   ----------------

   Since I had tested out of Chemistry, I was free for the rest of the day.
I decided to go home until track practice, so I could hang out with Bonnie
for a while.  I found her on the patio getting a full body tan.

   <You have to be the sexiest looking woman I've ever seen,> I told Bonnie
just before I gave her a tender loving kiss.  <I knew I wanted to come home
for a reason.>

   <Flattery will get you nowhere, my love.  I'm on my period.>

   <Ahhh, so you have a little white tail hanging down from that sweet
little pussy?>

   Bonnie laughed and blushed.  <As a matter of fact, I do, so don't get
fresh.>

   <Just for future reference, Bonnie me love, that sort of thing has never
put me off.  Most women I've ever met have been far hornier during their
period than during other times of the month.>

   <Oh I know that.  It's just that the mess turns most men off.>

   <It doesn't turn me off at all, so any time you're feeling the urge,
just let me know.>

   <You know, sometimes I'm glad you have a fifty-eight year old mind.>

   <Thank you, Bonnie.  I love you too.>

   We talked about investing for a while.  I knew Intel would be coming out
with their 8086 and 8088 chips next year and I wanted Bonnie to have our
broker check out what Intel's stock was doing.  I also knew one of the
companies that was big in computer graphics was founded in 1976.  I
couldn't remember the name of the company, but I knew it started with an
'M'.

   <Bonnie, I think we should get Sharon on birth control pills.  Do you
agree?>

   <Yes.  We definitely don't want her pregnant until she wants to be
pregnant.  I'll talk with her tonight.>

   --------------

   Track practice was as grueling as the coach had told us it would be.  We
were practicing for the mile run, specifically the sprint at the end, so we
ran sprints almost the entire hour.  My lungs were burning, my chest was
burning and my legs were burning when we finished.  The only good things
about the practice were that Beth was encouraging me mentally as I ran, and
Sharon was waiting when we finished.

   On our way back home, Sharon told us about another meeting with Josh
just before her last class.  "He did the finger pointing and trigger
pulling at me," she told us.

   "What did you do?" Beth asked.

   "I pretended I was shooting him with a bow and arrow.  He looked at me
really funny, then he laughed and took off."

   "We need to talk to Bonnie about this.  To threaten me is one thing, but
I'll be God Damned if he's going to threaten you.  If he comes near you, I
will definitely kill his sorry ass."

   "Easy Mike.  This is a family problem.  We'll take care of it.  It's not
up to you.  it's up to all of us," Beth soothed.

   ------------

   To say Bonnie was upset would have been the understatement of the year.
She might have the body of an eighteen year old now, but inside she was a
mother bear who's cub was in danger.

   "Why do these cocksuckers keep doing this to us.  All I want is to be
left alone.  I don't want to hurt anyone, I just want my kids to be safe,"
she ranted.

   "I don't think it's that serious, Bonnie," I told her.

   "Not serious?  First the three motherfuckers kidnap Beth and we had to
take them out.  Now this jerkoff is threatening two of my kids."

   "Mom, please don't call anyone a motherfucker.  It hits too close to
home," I kidded.

   Beth laughed and Bonnie shot her a dirty look.  "Michael Allen Green,
I've had about enough of your sass.  I don't care if your mind is fifty
fucking eight years old, you're still my son and I can still slap you
silly."

   "Bonnie, just settle down and think rationally.  I think Josh is just
trying to scare us."

   "Well, he has sure as shit scared me.  If I have to kill his sorry ass,
I will.  He damned near killed you once and he's not going to get another
chance.  Threatening you and Sharon may be the last thing he ever does.  We
have to take this seriously."

   "We are taking it seriously," Sharon told her quietly.  "That's why we
came to you.  We need to work out some way to get rid of Josh without
having to kill him."

   "I know you're taking it seriously, Sherry, and I know Mike is too.  I'm
sorry guys.  I just get so angry that assholes can't just leave us alone.
Sometimes I wish we lived on an island somewhere and didn't have to come in
contact with anyone."

   "I know, Bonnie.  I'm sorry I was flip.  It is serious, but I agree with
Sherry.  I think we need to come up with a solution to remove Josh from the
picture without having to turn him off completely."

   We all sat and thought for a few minutes.  I went to the kitchen and
brought sodas back for all of us.

   "Mom, how would you feel about Josh having to go to jail, or a mental
institution for a while?" Beth asked.

   "I could live with that," Bonnie said.

   "So could I," I agreed.  "There has to be something a little wrong for
him to be tied up in this flatliner stuff."

   "What were you thinking about, Beth?" Sharon asked.

   "Well, you know how you read about serial killers and other mental
patients who have the compulsions to do things?  I know of at least one who
said he just felt like he had to kill people then eat parts of them for him
to live.  Others say they have voices that tell them to do things.  What if
we took over Josh's body and forced it to do something really outrageous at
school.  When they asked him why he did it, he'd say he didn't want to but
his body just did it anyway.  Do you think they'd believe him, or would
they think he was crazy?"

   "One crazy act wouldn't be enough," Bonnie said.  "But I think you have
a good idea.  If he did something and was punished for it, then he did
something else that was just as bad or worse, and kept doing things, I
think they'd eventually put him away."

   "Oh, this is going to be fun," Beth said as she rubbed her hands
together.  "I have the perfect idea for what to have him do first."

   "What's that, Sweety?" Bonnie asked.

   "Mike, he has History with Mrs.  Alford doesn't he?"

   When I nodded she went on.  "Okay, right in the middle of her class,
while she's lecturing, we have him get up and go to her desk.  We make him
unzip his fly, take out his cock, and pee in the trash can she keeps by her
desk.  Then we have him go back to his desk as if nothing had happened."

   We all lost it.  Even Bonnie.  "Mrs.  Alford will have a cow," Sharon
giggled.

   "I think if we had him do a few things like that he might be put away,"
Bonnie laughed.

   "Remind me not to get you mad at me," I told Beth.

   ------------------------------------------ Wednesday, October 13, 1976
------------------------------------------

   We put our plan into operation this morning.  I followed Josh after home
room and found him going into government class.  I told Beth mentally where
he was and she said she'd be waiting outside to follow him at the end of
the period.

   Josh went from government to history.  Beth peeked in the door and saw
Mrs.  Alford at the front of the room with a map of Europe pulled down to
lecture about.

   Beth, Sharon and I linked and gave Josh the commands to have him carry
out the actions Beth had described the night before.  We watched through
Mrs.  Alford's eyes as Josh did his thing.

   He had been fidgeting for a while, and Mrs.  Alford asked him if he was
alright.  He told her he was and she went back to teaching.  About mid way
through the class, Josh got up and walked to the front of the room.  Mrs.
Alford asked what he was doing, and he ignored her.

   When he was beside her desk, Josh unzipped, whipped it out, and pissed
an incredible load into Mrs.  Alford's trash can.  Mrs.  Alford was
screaming at him, but he ignored that as well.

   When he was finished, he calmly shook it off, put it away, and returned
to his seat.  The girls in the class were giggling behind their hands and
the boys were cracking up.  Josh ignored them all.

   Mrs.  Alford sent one of the boys to get the principal.  "Tell him it's
an emergency," she told the young man.

   Within minutes, Mr.  Andrews was in the room.  When Mrs.  Alford told
him what had happened, he took one look in the trash can and then went to
Josh.  "Why did you do that?" he demanded.

   Josh was red faced and looked totally confused.  "I don't know sir.  All
of a sudden I had to go.  I tried to stop myself, but it was like I just
couldn't help it."

   "Come with me, young man.  We need to get your parents in here."

   "Do you have to tell them, sir.  My mother is going to freak."

   "Yes, they have to be told.  I don't know if you realize just how
serious this is.  You are definitely going to be suspended, and you may
even go to jail.  Now get on your feet and come with me."

   Reluctantly, Josh followed him out of the room.  The rest of the class
was shot for Mrs.  Alford.  She tried to pick up where she'd left off, but
the kids were basically ignoring her, talking about what had happened. 
Mrs. Alford couldn't figure out what she'd been trying to say anyway.

   -------------

   Lunch was a blast.  Sharon and I exchanged our customary kisses, then
went through the line.  We sat at our normal table, but saw no sign of
Josh. There had to be at least six different kids stop to tell us the story
of Josh peeing in the trash can, all of them telling things differently. 
Some of them were so far out, we wondered where they had heard them.

   Of course we passed everything on to Beth, and she had as much fun with
it as we did.  We mentally called Bonnie and described the scene to her.

   Ms.  Richards called Beth in just after her lunch to tell her what her
IQ scores were.  "I've never seen anyone so evenly matched as you and your
brother are," she told Beth.  "The test he scored 183 on, you scored 181.
The test he scored 176 on, you scored 179.  There is at least that much
margin for error on both tests, so you are virtually identical."

   "Does this mean I could start testing out of some of my classes?"

   "I'm sure you can.  I would like to talk with your mother, and go over
all of the ramifications of you doing so."

   "I'll have her give you a call, Ms.  Richards.  Thank you again."

   While they had been talking, Beth had been reading Ms.  Richards for
what she knew about Josh.  She found out he had been given a week's
suspension, and he had to agree to see the school psychiatrist for
counseling.

   --------------

   Track practice was another torturous series of events.  It seemed to go
on forever, but having Sharon there to give me a kiss when I came out made
it worthwhile.

   We filled Bonnie in on the Josh situation when we got home, and we all
had a great time reliving the part we had caused.

   "So what do you do when he comes back to school?" Bonnie asked.

   "It's going to be hard to top what he did this time," I said.  "I've
been thinking about it but haven't come up with anything yet."

   "How about we have him masturbate in front of a class?" Sharon asked, a
twinkle in her eye.

   "It's a good idea," Beth said.  "But, I think you just want to see a guy
masturbate."

   "Well, there is that...  No, Beth.  Masturbating in front of the class
is a sexual offense, and that means they have to do something about it
rather than just a school punishment."

   "You mean the police will have to be brought in," Bonnie said.  "Yes...
I think that might work.  At worst it will get him put into a mental health
facility for observation."

   "Okay, we have a week to figure out the details.  I think we should do
it the day he gets back.  I also think we should have him do it in a
different class so they don't think it has something to do with Mrs. 
Alford," I told them.

   ------------------------------------------ Thursday, October 14, 1976
------------------------------------------

   Thursday was a very relaxing day.  I had lunch with Sharon as usual and
we had some others join us.  Melissa Silvers and Alice Greer asked if we
would mind if they ate with us.  Alice was one of the girls who had been at
Beth's birthday party, and Melissa was the girl who had been invited but
couldn't come.

   "Guys, I wanted to apologize for the teasing I was giving you at Beth's
party," Alice said.  "I wasn't prepared for you to have a boyfriend,
Sharon, and I guess I was a little jealous because you had one."

   "It's Okay, Alice.  I know it's been quick, but Mike and I are very
serious about each other.  We probably displayed more affection publicly
than we should have."

   "How long have you guys been going out?"

   "Just a little over a week.  I've liked Mike for years, but he never
seemed to notice me."

   "Oh, believe me I know how long you've liked him.  You've talked about
him enough over the years.  I don't want to offend you, Mike, but you are a
lot different than you were last year.  I don't know if anyone else has
noticed it, but you seem to have matured a lot."

   "I guess I have matured.  Coming so close to death will do that to you."

   "Actually, the changes in Mike are what caused me to start loving him
instead of just liking him."

   Of course we all had to rehash the Josh incident, and Sharon told them
about my upcoming track meet.

   "Melissa, are you still going with Jim Butterman?" Sharon asked.

   "No, Sherry.  We broke up last week."

   "I'm sorry Missy.  What happened?"

   "He tried to force me to have sex with him.  Luckily, Al Smitson and
Jenny Seaver were in the car next to ours and when I screamed, Al came over
and broke things up.  They gave me a ride home and I told Jim I never
wanted to see him again."

   "I'm glad you screamed, Missy," I said.  "I've read that's the best
thing a girl can do if she's in danger."

   "I guess.  I was surprised he acted the way he did.  He's the
quarterback on the football team and he's a very good student."

   "You're better off without him, Missy," Sharon told her.  "Sex is great,
but it should never be forced."

   "You mean you've...  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't be so curious.  It's just
that I'm curious about sex and..."

   "It's Okay, Missy.  I'm not ashamed of it.  Yes, Mike and I have.  He
was my first and he'll be my last.  With the right person it can be every
bit as good as the movies make it out to be."

   "Oh God.  I wish."

   We all laughed about that and took our trays back.  Sharon and I kissed
lightly before parting while Melissa and Alice looked on, smiling.

   Practice was a breeze.  We did our warmups and some stretching.  The
coach had us run a few laps, then cool down.  He told us he didn't want us
tired out or sore for the meet.

   After practice, Beth called Bonnie to see if she'd like to meet us at
Betty's for a burger.  She reluctantly agreed, saying she didn't have a lot
in common with a bunch of teenagers.

   <You have more in common with them than you think, Sweety,> I told her.
<Besides that wonderful eighteen year old body.  My fifty-eight year old
mind seems to fit right in and I'll bet yours does too, if you'll just
relax and let it.>

   <Well...  I'll try.  I just don't want to make a fool of myself.>

   <Do me a favor.  Get some of Beth's clothes out and wear them.  I'll bet
everyone thinks you're a cute chick from another school.>

   <Mental giggle> <This might be fun.>

   We arrived at Betty's before Bonnie did and we were already eating when
she got there.  When she came in, almost every guy in the place turned to
look at her.  Several received elbows in the ribs from their girlfriends.

   She came over to the booth where we were sitting and said, "Hi guys. 
How's it going?"

   "We're doing good, Bonnie," I said as I got up and gave her a hug. 
"What would you like to eat?"

   She slid into the booth beside Beth as I went to get the fish sandwich
and fries she wanted.  When I came back, Sharon was filling Beth and Bonnie
in on Melissa and Jim Butterman.

   "Date rape is something all women and girls have to be aware of and
protect themselves as much as they can.  I'm sure it's been going on as
long as people have been dating, but it does seem like it's more prevalent
now."

   "I'm not sure there's more of it going on now, Bonnie.  I think women
are just more willing to tell about it.  Personally, I think we should let
the whole school know about Butterman.  It might save some other girl from
being put in the same position."

   "You're right, Mike.  How are we going to do it?" Beth asked.

   "I haven't a clue.  Think about it ladies.  With your devious minds, I'm
sure we can come up with something."

   Sharon slapped me on the back of the head and Beth hit me with a French
Fry.  Bonnie just laughed and told them they were definitely devious, so
cut it out.

   Alice and Melissa came by a little later, and we introduced Melissa to
Bonnie.  We scooted over and made room so they could sit down.  Melissa sat
beside me and Alice sat beside Bonnie.

   We all had a good time discussing Josh and everything else that was
happening at school.  "Bonnie, you certainly don't seem like Beth and
Mike's mother," Melissa told her.  "You seem more like you're our age.  If
they hadn't told me who you are, I'd have thought you were maybe a year
older than me."

   "Well, thank you, Missy.  You certainly know how to make an old lady
feel good about herself."

   "Old lady my ass," I said.  "If you looked any younger you'd be
illegal."

   We all kidded around for a while and Melissa asked Sharon what had
happened with her dad.  "I heard you had been beaten up, and I just
wondered if everything had worked out okay."

   Sharon told her the story of how her father had beaten her and my rescue
of her at school.  "Bonnie was fantastic.  She told Dad we'd not press
charges if he'd sign off all his parental rights and let me come to live
with her.  She had a lawyer draw up the papers and he signed.  I hope I
never have to see him again."

   "You mean you're living in the same house as your boyfriend?"

   "Yep."

   "Isn't that awkward?  I mean, he sees you when you're not at your best
and everything."

   "Well, a husband sees his wife at those times too, and it isn't a
problem for most husbands."

   "I know, but I mean...  What if he saw you in your nightgown or
something?"

   "Melissa, can you keep your mouth shut about anything I tell you?  I
know Alice can because I've been sharing secrets with her all my life."

   <Be careful, Sweety,> I told her mentally.

   <Shut up, Big Boy.  I know what I'm doing.>

   "Yes I can, Sharon.  I don't believe in gossip."

   "Okay.  First off, I don't wear a nightgown.  Mike and I sleep in the
same bed, and he doesn't wear nightclothes either."

   Melissa looked disbelievingly at Bonnie, who just nodded her head.

   "Missy, Mike and I have a very good relationship.  As soon as we're old
enough, we're going to be married.  Nothing has ever been forced or coerced
with Mike.  We love each other and express that love as adults."

   "Sharon, that is so fantastic.  That's what I want in life.  I don't
care about schooling or a career.  I just want to love someone and be loved
by someone.  I don't care about money, as long as we have enough for food,
clothing and shelter.  I don't care if it's me or if it's my husband who
works.  I just want to love and be loved."

   "Missy, you seem like a wonderful young lady.  I'm sure you are going to
find someone or someones who love you very soon.  With a personality like
yours, I'll guarantee it," Bonnie said.

   Later on, after we had gone home, Bonnie said.  "Melissa seems like a
very nice young lady.  Does anyone know anything about her?"

   "Yeah, Mom.  She's a good friend.  She just moved in to our school the
middle of last year.  I felt sorry for her at first, but as I got to know
her, I found I really liked her," Beth said.

   "I felt sorry for her at first too.  Her parents and her little sister
were killed in an auto accident last year.  She doesn't have any other
family, and her parents were going through some tough times so she didn't
have any money.  She's in foster care now," Sharon added.

   "That's really a shame.  Beth, your track meet Saturday is in the
morning, right?"

   "Yes, Mom."

   "Why don't you invite her to come over after the meet.  You guys could
spend the afternoon together, then we could take her home after dinner or
she could even spend the night if her foster parents will let her."

   "That'd be great, Mom.  Trouble is, I don't know if I'll even see her at
school tomorrow.  We don't have any classes together."

   "That's Okay," Sharon said.  "I have one class with her, and Mike and I
will probably see her at lunch.  We'll ask her."

   We talked for a while about Beth's IQ scores, then I brought up
something I'd been thinking about for a while.  "You know, guys, we talk
together mentally a lot, but we've not really done much probing for deeper
thoughts or feelings.  We are very intimate and tell each other everything,
but it's not quite the same.  I was wondering what you guys would think
about linking all of our minds at some point and wandering through each
other's thoughts and memories.  Is that too personal, or would any or all
of you be interested in doing something like that?"

   "Wow, that is very intimate, Mike.  I'll have to think about that,"
Bonnie said.

   "It wouldn't bother me, Mike.  I'd like to know what a dirty old man
like you thinks about," Beth spoke up.

   "I have nothing to hide from any of you," Sharon said.

   "I guess what bothers me a little is having you and Beth know things
like how it felt to make love to your father.  We had a very good life
together, and some of it I don't know if I'm ready to share."

   "It's Okay, Bonnie.  We're not going to push you into doing anything
you're not comfortable with.  I never thought of it, but maybe there are
things you don't want to know about Mike and Beth as well.  I know there
are certain memories of Mike's that I stay away from."

   "Oh yeah?  Like what?"

   "Well...  I followed the events leading up to Mike's death, but I stayed
away from his thoughts and motivations.  I'd really rather not know why he
did what he did."

   "I guess if we ran into something we didn't want to get into, we could
just back off," Bonnie mused.

   "Well, let's not decide tonight.  Think about it and we can talk about
it in a day or two."
   To be continued