_Chapter 3:  Ron's Introduction to CAMP_
 
 
 
          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 really 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 embarrassed
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.*