Ron was in a very chipper mood when he picked up Nikki,
who actually didn't seem to mind having to wait for him. "Can
we, you know, when we get home?" she asked. It was so cute the
way she wouldn't say it, but she really wanted to fuck.
"We'll have to see, Nik. I'm not sure when Mom's going
to get home tonight. Plus, Jerry's coming over for tutoring
at 7:00."
"Oh, yeah. You and your tutoring. When will we ever..."
She let the question hang there.
"Don't worry about that, Nikki. We'll find the time. I
had as much fun yesterday as you did." Probably more, but I
didn't realize that I was turning my sister into a nympho.
He wasn't at all unhappy at her interest in him: She had a nice
body, and a tight, warm pussy for him to fuck, not to mention
her sucking talents. He could get addicted to Nikki real fast.
The only problem was, he had another conquest in mind for the
home now. Mom would be a much tougher case, since he had laid
a restraint on himself. She had to come to him for the final
act of sex. He could lead her on and right up to it, but he
wanted her to make the final move on her own, without his...
urging.
As they arrived home, they spotted a man ringing the doorbell
at their house. They walked up quietly, but he turned their
way when they were still thirty feet away.
"Ah, excuse me, children. Do you live here?" The man was
polite, but he seemed to exude an arrogance that Ron wasn't sure
he liked.
"Yes, sir, we do. Can I help you?" Ron had been raised
to be polite to all guests, whether he liked them or not.
"I am here to speak with Ronald Chaffey. Is that you?"
Ron sensed that this guy already knew the answer to this question,
but was asking out of some kind of protocol.
"Yes I am, but I don't know you. Who are you, and what
do you want?" Ron was wary now, but still trying to remain polite.
"My name is Michael McGavin. As to what I want, I think
it best that you and I discuss that somewhere other than your
front lawn. It has to do with some recent... changes... you
have discovered in yourself."
Oh, shit!!!! This guy's a fed! He knows about me! I'm
dead!
Apparently, Mr. McGavin could read his mind. "I mean you
no harm, Ronald. Please, if we could go inside and talk for
a while?"
Ron didn't see much choice in the matter. He needed to
know what this guy was about. "Okay." They walked into the
house, and Ron turned to Nikki. "Nikki, go up to your room and
do your homework." Ron reinforced this with a mental order,
and Nicole reluctantly went upstairs.
"Very well done, Ronald. Nice control, and well disguised."
"Look, who ARE you? And stop calling me Ronald. Everyone
calls me Ron."
"Very well, Ron. And I told you, I'm -"
Ron interrupted. "I don't mean your name. I mean, who
ARE you?"
"Ah, yes. well, let's start at the beginning. Here's my
card."
Mike McGavin
Corporation for the Advancement of
Mental Proficiency
Recruitment Officer
"Well, that doesn't really tell me anything, Mr. McGavin."
"Yes, I know. The company was purposely named that way.
It keeps the dangerously curious away. The Corporation, or
CAMP, as it is called, is a private organization devoted to the
development of certain mental skills. Certain skills that you
possess."
"What makes you think so?" Ron tried to bluff, but he knew
it wouldn't work.
"Well, first off, you've already demonstrated them to me,
but more to the point, I've already scanned you. You have The
Ability."
"The ability to what?"
"You misunderstand. The Ability is what we call what you
can do. It is a much wider phenomenon than what you have discovered
so far, but you're learning. I did only a cursory scan, but
I found enough to know that you are a genuine Talent."
"I'm a little confused." Actually, Ron was a LOT confused,
but he was catching on quick.
"Okay, let me explain. CAMP was formed to help people like
yourself to learn to manipulate The Ability. Many people like
yourself in the past never learned how to use this power, and
it sometimes made them go mad. CAMP is trying to stop that sort
of thing by teaching people with The Ability how to use it."
"Okay, what do you want with me, then?"
"Well, Ron, your power is just emerging. We like to catch
Talents at this stage, so that they can avoid some of the more
devastating mistakes. Don't worry, you haven't even touched
upon any of those yet. My scan would have shown if you had.
What I am here to do is to offer you a membership in CAMP.
With your membership will come training, and a large number of
people to help you out if you ever get in a jam. CAMP has but
one inviolable rule, and that is that its members MUST help
each other when help is needed."
"What would the training be like?"
"Well, we would bring you up to one of our facilities for
about six to eight weeks. We could do it over the summer, so
that it didn't interfere with your schooling. We try to make
the training as inconspicuous as possible. Just think, if anyone
asks, your mother can tell them you're away at summer camp, and
she'd be telling the absolute truth!" Mike chuckled at this.
Ron did find it funny, but was too far in shock to laugh.
"Well, I assume you have further questions, Ron, so ask
away. I'll answer all the questions I can. There are no secrets
regarding The Ability from the membership. We do have some secrets
regarding the organization's operation, but you probably don't
want to know about all that anyway. Go ahead, ask your questions."
"Okay. Let me think... Oh! Is there somebody following
me?"
"You felt that, huh? I told him to be careful. Yes, there
was. That was one of our agents. He was trying to find out
if you were ready for contact yet. He's new in the field, and
hasn't had enough experience to be truly covert yet. Don't worry;
there are no government agencies hunting us. We've made sure
of this." Ron understood what Mike meant by "made sure of".
"Why did I end up with this thing?"
"No one knows why, Ron. We haven't really done any extensive
medical testing, because that's not what we're for, but I can
tell you that the demographics, that is, the type of people who
get The Ability, aren't consistently one type of person. We
get male, female, white, black, asian, native american, hispanic,
all types."
"Oh! I just thought of something else, but I'm kind of
embarrased to bring it up..."
"Look, Ron. CAMP does_not_judge. We make no rules concerning
lifestyle. Whatever you want to do with your power, that's your
business, except for one thing, which we'll get to later. Ask
your question."
"Well, I was trying to get my teacher to come on to me
by sending her images. This had worked with my sister, but it
didn't work with her. Why not?"
"That was our doing, I'm afraid. We needed to know if you
had reached the point of direct motor control."
"Direct what*?"
"Sorry, I'm speaking in jargon again. We needed to know
whether or not you could directly control her movements, without
having the cooperation of her mind. As you noticed, she was
very upset throughout the process wasn't she? Please know, I
wasn't observing, but I'm going on past experiences related to
me."
"Yes, she looked like she wanted to kill me. But she did
what I told her to do."
"That was the test. Our field agent had set up a barrier
in her mind to your images, but not to the direct motor control.
This is one of the things we look for before making contact."
"So your agent was watching me while I... um..."
"Not as such. He was aware of the teacher's actions, and
whether they were her motivation or yours. Obviously, he knows
what went on, but that really wasn't his concern. If you had
made her go jump off a bridge and kill herself, I would still
be here."
"Geez! Why would I want to make her do THAT!?"
"Just an example. And a reminder: CAMP doesn't judge your
activities. We only instruct, and help build a community of
people with The Ability. It helps them through tougher times
if they have a group of people to turn to."
"Does CAMP ever step in to stop someone doing something?"
"Well, yes. If the actions of a member are seen to be destructive
to CAMP, or to the CAMP community as a whole, one of our special
Field Operatives would be sent to deal with the problem. But
we have not had to do that very often. CAMP does make one request
of its membership: that you never run for public office."
"Why?"
"It's too easy to tell. When everybody agrees with you,
and you get everything you want passed, somebody is bound
to notice and look into it. That's the sort of exposure CAMP
doesn't want."
"I'm sure I've got lots of questions, but I can't think
of them right now."
"Okay, no problem. Let's do this: I need a little info
on you, anyway, so let's get that out of the way. I've got all
your vital stats from records, but what I need to know is, what
applications of The Ability have you managed on your own up to
this point? No, first, how long have you been conscious of The
Ability?"
"About a week. No, since last Friday afternoon, actually."
"Okay, and you've managed to do what?" Mike seemed impressed
by this statement, but Ron didn't know why.
"Well, let me think.... I stopped a bully from beating me
up, I got both my Mom and Dad to agree that Dad wouldn't see
me anymore, I made my sister take her clothes off, then I made
her have sex with me. Oh yeah. I have a question about that."
"Shoot."
"Why does she think it was her idea? I mean, I put the
image in her head, but she still thinks it was her idea to have
sex."
"It was the way you did it. It is a thing called "mental
control". You changed her thinking to get what you wanted.
Eventually, she will realize it wasn't her idea, but by then,
I imagine you will have established something beyond the original
encounter."
"Yeah, I've already done that. Okay, after that... I made
my younger sister be nicer to me and do some of my chores....Then
we all had sex... No, wait. There was no mental thing there,
that was blackmail." Ron smiled at that, remembering yesterday's
encounter. "I've also started hearing some thoughts, mostly
about me, and then there was today with Mrs. Hayes, and your,
what did you call it?"
"Direct motor control."
"Yeah, that. One other thing. Mom has been acting kind
of funny lately."
"How so?"
"Well, I've kinda been doing stuff she would normally object
to, but she isn't."
"Please be more specific. What have you done?"
"Well," Ron squirmed a bit. He wasn't really comfortable
talking about his plans to seduce his mother. "I started giving
her kisses on the cheek, which I never did before, and last night
I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. I thought she was going
to say something last night, but she didn't, she just looked
at me, then left."
"Oh. That is interesting. Not many people get to that
level so quickly. What you are experiencing with your mother
is called "Mental Conditioning". It differs from mental control
in that it is more permanent, and affects the whole of her brain.
In the course of time, she will come to accept that your kisses
are the normal way things should be. I am surprised at this.
For someone only consciously using his powers for six days,
you have developed some remarkable skills. You may be one of
the most powerful Talents we've encountered. Really, we need
to get you into the program. Are you willing to accept membership?"
"Well, yeah, but I probably can't afford it. And I know
Mom can't afford to send me to an eight week school."
"You misunderstand. There is no cost on your part. Actually,
while at the school, you will be given a weekly allowance to
spend as you please in the town where CAMP is located. We will,
of course, need your mother's approval to bring you to CAMP,
but that is only so that she doesn't call the police on us."
"In that case-" Just then, Dawn walked in the door.
"Hey, Ron! How are.... who're you?" She stood, staring
at Mike.
Dawn, come give me a kiss. Dawn walked over to Ron, plopped
into his lap, and gave him a big, open-mouthed kiss. Ron enjoyed
this for a while, then broke it off. "Nikki is upstairs. Why
don't you go... shower?"
Dawn got the hint. She whispered, "will you be joining
us?"
"No. I need to talk with Mr. McGavin there some more, and
Jerry will be over at 7:00. Do you know when Mom is gonna be
home?"
"She'll be home at her normal time tonight. There's nothing
special going on." With that, Dawn bounced off Ron's lap and
up the stairs.
"You are actually quite good at mental control, Ron. Well,
let me get out the papers here..." As he was digging, Mrs.
Chaffey walked in the front door.
"Hello, Ron. Well, who is this?"
"Mom this is Mr. McGavin. He's a..."
"I'm a CAMP counselor, ma'am."
"A camp counselor, huh? Well, what kind of camp? Whatever
it is, it's probably expensive."
"No, ma'am. As I was just explaining to Ron, we are interested
in him because of some of his unique abilities. We would like
to send him to CAMP during the summer for some additional training
that will help him as he grows up and enters the adult world
to be a more focused and productive individual. Not that he
wouldn't be otherwise, but we believe that people like Ron, who
are already so capable, can benefit from some additional schooling
of a more specific nature. I don't really want to try to explain
it all...."
"That won't be necessary. I probably wouldn't understand
it anyway. Ron's always been big on Science and the higher maths.
The best I do is the business math course I took in college.
Well, how much would this camp cost?"
Mike let her draw her own conclusion about CAMP's training
subjects, and, as expected, she couldn't possibly come up with
what it was really all about. "Well, ma'am, actually, the cost
to you would be nothing at all. Our camp is underwritten by
several companies who feel that these special individuals can
become extraordinary citizens of the future, with just a little
extra help. We will even pay for Ron's travel fees to get to
and from CAMP, as well as a weekly stipend for recreational use."
"Well, how long is this camp, and when?"
"The camp is an ongoing program, but we would obviously
want to send Ron during the summer, so as not to interfere with
his normal schooling. The session lasts between six and eight
weeks, depending on Ron's progress rate. The session is on a
"set your own pace" basis, so an exact time can't be given.
I'd like to sign Ron up for our June 15th session. That would
bring him back here at the latest by August 20th, and the next
school year doesn't start until the 4th of September."
"Where do I sign?" Mrs. Chaffey was all too happy to help
Ron, though she would miss him during those eight weeks. She
knew her son was special: he was smart, and a hard worker.
She hoped he would get something out of this camp. "I assume,
Ron, that you want to go?" This was almost an afterthought.
"Yeah, Mom. I like the camp as he described it to me."
"Okay." Mrs. Chaffey signed the forms and handed them back
to Mike.
"Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey. Now then, Ron and I still have
just a few things to go over..." Mike looked at Ron, and Ron
got the message. He looked Mom in the eye and said, "Mom, could
you leave us alone for a little while?" Although it was phrased
as a question, it carried the force of an order. She had no
choice but to obey.
"Okay, Ron. Dinner will be ready in an hour."
"What're we having?"
"Lasagna!" His mother loved making Italian.
"Mom makes great lasagna." Mike's mind seemed to be on
something other than food.
"Ron, you are one hell of a lucky guy."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've seen both your sisters, and your Mom. With
all that walking around, and what you can do...." Mike just
let that go, and Ron laughed. "Ron, I don't normally do this,
but I think you're up to it. I want to give you a challenge."
"Okay, what?"
"You've got about two and a half months until you come up
to CAMP. I want you to try to complete the Mental Conditioning
of your mother by then. It'll be tough, but I think you can
do it. What do you say?"
"You don't have to twist my arm!" Ron laughed, and so
did Mike. "Hey, Mr. McGavin, why didn't you just tell my Mom
to go away?"
"I'm not allowed to. This is your home, and these people
are your family. By the etiquette of CAMP, which you are not
expected at this time to know, I'm not allowed to influence them
in your presence. I may influence them in minor ways if you're
not here, but to do so in your presence is considered rude."
"Oh. I'll remember that. What if I have questions between
now and when I go to CAMP?"
"Well, if it's not urgent, just write it down so you don't
forget it. If it's an emergency, call the number on the back
of the card. You won't get me, but you'll get somebody who can
access your case file, and give you some good advice. You are
now a member of CAMP. We will do all we can to help you. Thank
you for your time, Ron. I'll be going now. See you in June,
and I hope you complete your project."
"I'll sure be working on it." Ron said with a wink. This
is going to be a fun summer.
End Chapter 3
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