_Chapter 2: Summer CAMP_
 
 
 
          After a short plane ride, and a ride in a limousine, which both Ron
and Jess found fascinating,  they arrived at CAMP.  They entered through a
large gate in a 30 foot high cinder-block wall.  The wall was more of a big
room, surrounding the complex.  It was 20 feet thick, and had guards walking
on top of it.  Ron looked questioningly at Mike.
 
          "Don't worry, they're up there to keep people out, not to keep you
in.  We've had lots of curious people, usually teenagers, try to break in.  We
just got tired of having to deal with them.  Now all the signs and warnings
around the complex make us look like a government research facility."
 
          Ron looked around at the compound as they stepped out of the limo. 
There were several buildings, scattered all over an area bigger than Ron could
estimate.  They got into an electric cart, and Mike began the tour.
 
          "The compound sits on 40 acres of land.  That's a quarter mile,
square, in case you're wondering.  The main buildings are the dorms, the
cafeteria, the gymnasium, which is where a lot of the physical aspects of your
training will take place, and of course the classrooms.  The building you see
here is the main office.  You won't have cause to go in there, it's mainly for
CAMP personnel.  You'll get a schedule later, but basically, it goes like
this:  get up, eat breakfast, classes until lunch, eat lunch, then you have a
few hours off.  Another class period until dinner, and a short class period
after dinner.  You will have a few out of class assignments, and of course you
will need to practice.  Of course, the term 'class' is misleading, since it
implies a large number of students.  The likelihood is that there will never
be more than three people in a class, and that only at the beginning.  Since
this school is learn-at-your-own-pace, you will lose classmates as you either
excel or fall behind.  Of course, I don't expect that you will be falling
behind.  Any questions so far?"
 
          "When do I meet my instructors?"
 
          "You don't have instructors, just an *instructor*.  You will meet
him shortly.  Tomorrow, you will begin your classes.  The only thing scheduled
for today is an orientation with your instructor, and the choosing of your
test subjects."
 
          "My what?"
 
          "Test subjects.  You obviously need to have someone to try stuff out
on.  Before you say it, yes you could use Jess, but normally we would have you
pick out two subjects.  It allows for conflicting commands to be tried, which
would not be possible in a single subject.  You may, of course, choose two
subjects today, or you can use Jess as one of your subjects, and only choose
one.  That is up to you."
 
          "I see.  What is there to do for fun around here?"
 
          "Oh, yes.  That's the one building I didn't talk about.  It's over
there on the right.  The Activity Center is open 24 hours a day.  All sorts of
activities go on in there.  We have an arcade, a pool hall, a theater, all
sorts of things.  You'll just have to explore it in your free time."
 
          "Where are we?"
 
          "I'm afraid I'm not supposed to tell you that.  I can tell you that
we are somewhere in the state of New Mexico, but other than that, it's, um...
classified."
 
          "May I ask why?"
 
          "Just a precaution.  We want to keep a low profile, and it helps us
if nobody knows where we are."
 
          Ron found this odd, but didn't really care. He was only asking out
of curiosity.  He knew that they weren't going to hurt him.  If they'd wanted
to do that, they wouldn't have done things in this manner.  Mike continued
with his tour, until they arrived in front of the gymnasium.
 
          "Classes start tomorrow for several students, so we've gathered
everyone here in the gym.  Come, let's go inside."
 
          They all walked into the gym, and Ron stood, transfixed, at the
sight he saw.  There were a couple hundred people, and they were
*everywhere*.  Most were walking around, but the few that drew his attention
were sitting down.  *On the ceiling.*
 
          "How.... wh....."  Ron couldn't even get out his question.
 
          "Oh, geez.  I'm sorry Ron, we just didn't think.  Normally, we don't
display parts of The Ability to someone until we try to teach it to them. 
Unfortunately, you didn't follow the normal course.  Usually, telekinesis is
the first skill learned.  Most people learn to manipulate objects first.  You,
on the other hand, seem to focus exclusively on people, which is a much harder
skill.  You see, sitting on the ceiling is easy for a telekinetic, it's just
not very useful.  Those three are just showing off."
 
          Ron absorbed this information as his brain tried to assimilate the
idea of walking up a wall and across the ceiling.  He intimated this to Mike,
who corrected Ron on the procedure.
 
          "No, no.  That's not how they got there.  Here, let me demonstrate. 
Joseph!  Joe, come on down here, please!"  One of the men on the ceiling
pushed himself off and literally swooped down to a soft landing on the ground.
 
          "What can I do for you, sir?"
 
          "Joe, this is Ron.  He'll be starting classes tomorrow.  Ron hasn't
learned telekinesis yet, and I just wanted him to see one of its... less
useful aspects."
 
          "How do you *do* that?" asked Ron.
 
          Joe laughed.  "Oh, you'll learn.  It's a lot easier than it looks,
but it's not really very useful in the real world.  I mean, what would people
think if they could see you flying overhead?"
 
          "Why not just make yourself invisible?  I mean, it's got to be
faster than driving, right?"  Ron thought this was obvious, but he found the
other two people staring at him.  "What?"
 
          "Ron, nobody here can make themselves *invisible*.  It's just
not..."  Mike stopped, because he realized that Ron had vanished right in
front of him.  A disembodied voice said, "You mean you can't do this?"
 
          "How in the hell did you do that?"  Joe exclaimed.  Ron reappeared,
and smiled.  "Just a little something I picked up along the way."  With that,
Ron thought he felt a push at his mind.  He looked around to see someone
staring intently at Jessica.
 
          "Excuse me?  Can I help you?"  Ron inquired.  Just then Jessica
started walking toward the stranger.  Ron sent her a command, and she stopped,
but it was like a tug-of-war with her mind.
 
          Then the other man fell to the ground.  Standing behind him was a
man dressed all in black.  He was about 5'8", muscular, with broad shoulders
and a narrow waist.  He wore a black jumpsuit and combat boots.  He had on a
black beret with an unfamiliar insignia on it.  He had just kicked the other
man in the back, and now he was looking very angrily at him.  The other man
turned over and looked up, his face now white as a sheet.
 
          "James!  Hey, I'm sorry.  It'll never..."
 
          "Shut the hell up.  You've been warned three times, Tom.  I've
wasted enough of my time keeping you in line.  This time, it goes before the
committee."  James signaled, and two guards, dressed in gray, appeared.  "Take
him to a holding cell."  They escorted him out, and James came over to greet
Ron.
 
          "Sorry about that.  Some people just can't follow the rules."  James
held out his hand, and then he realized that Ron was staring at him as though
he were Darth Vader.  "My name is James.  I am in charge of discipline here at
CAMP.  May I ask who you are?"
 
          It took Ron forever just to get out a response, so in awe of this
man was he.  He was physically imposing, yes, but it was his obvious mental
power that had stunned Ron.  "Um... Ron, sir."
 
          "You can drop the 'sir'.  Around here, we're pretty informal.  Can I
see your sheet?"  Mike handed over Ron's paperwork, and James looked up in
surprise.  "*This* is Ron Chaffey?"
 
          "This is him."
 
          "But... they've got David down as his instructor.  David isn't
qualified for a 12."
 
          "I don't question the orders, Jim.  I just go where they tell me." 
Ron was looking on in confusion, so James decided to explain.
 
          "See, Ron, you have already achieved quite a bit of what we would
normally teach here.  Most people who come to us are around a 5 or a 6.  The
number is simply a scale, that starts at one and goes up indefinitely.  You
have achieved a level known as psion-12.  This is very high, and actually
higher than the man they chose to instruct you.  This is not allowable by the
rules of CAMP.  We'll have to find you a new instructor."
 
          Mike interrupted at this point.  "But Jim, we don't have any
instructors who are sufficiently above this guy's level."
 
          "You're right.  The best we've got is a 14, and that's not good
enough.  I think maybe Peter and I should take over this case."
 
          "You?  You haven't done case work in a couple years."
 
          "I still know how.  Besides, if this kid is this good now, how good
will he be in eight weeks?  Do you think any of the Talents could teach him
what he's gonna want to know?"
 
          "No, probably not.  Well, it's your decision.  I guess I'll take my
leave now.  Ron, good luck.  James here will teach you everything there is to
know.  I've got to get back to my normal job.  Good luck, and have fun."  Ron
shook his hand, and Mike headed off.  Ron turned back to James, and was about
to barrage him with questions, when he started on his own little spiel.
 
          "Okay, let me explain some things to you.  You've heard some terms
already that I'm sure you don't understand.  Let's go over them one at a
time.  The psion level is easy:  Your average person on the street is a
psion-1.  This indicates no active psionic ability, and very little passive
ability.  The levels increase with what you're capable of doing up to a
psion-18.  Psion-18 means that you can achieve most things from anywhere in
the world, affecting anything else, anywhere in the world.  In other words,
standing here, a psion-18 could roll a rock up a hill in Sri Lanka.  Anyway,
beyond Psion-18, levels are achieved through friendly competition.  Before you
ask, I have achieved psion-46.  No Talent has ever achieved anything above
psion-16.  You may be the first, your power is strong enough, I think."
 
          "James, what's with everyone calling me a talent?"
 
          "Oh, yeah.  There are three groups here at CAMP.  We call them
Talents, Gifts, and Skills.  Talents is the largest group, composed of people
who just naturally have The Ability.  Gifts is a small group, we have about 50
members who are Gifts.  These people were given The Ability by some event in
their life.  The most common seems to be being struck by lightning, but we
can't learn anything from that, since it obviously doesn't always happen. 
Anyway, the last group, the Skills, is the smallest.  As a matter of fact,
there are only three, of which I am one.  We are referred to as Skills because
we actually *learned* how to control the Ability.  This group is the
strongest, because, we think, they have a more systematic approach to The
Ability.  You are a Talent, but a very strong one."
 
          "How long did it take you to learn?"
 
          "Twenty years.  I started learning about it when I started learning
martial arts.  I was in a ninjitsu school, and some of what we learned was how
to achieve intimidation of the enemy.  This is a basic mind-control technique,
and it can be learned by almost anybody.  We don't know yet if there is some
latent ability that allows certain people to learn how to control The Ability
or what, but it is not a common occurrence.  Oh, just a second.  Pete! 
C'mere!"  Pete trotted over.  He wasn't nearly as impressive as James, dressed
in light brown pants and a T-shirt.
 
          "Yeah, boss, what can I do for ya?"
 
          "Pete, this is Ron Chaffey.  We're going to be instructing him
together."  Pete looked Ron over, and, for the first time, somebody
acknowledged Jessica's presence.
 
          "Who's she?"
 
          "Oh, sorry.  This is Jessica.  She's my.....  slave."  He still had
trouble with the concept, but he was growing more used to it.  Pete and James
looked at each other, as if communicating, and, Ron realized, they probably
were.
 
          "We hadn't known you'd acquired a follower yet, Ron.  Very
impressive.  Well, why don't you come with me?  Some of the rest of the tour
might be kind of dull for her.  Pete, why don't you show the lady to their
quarters?"  

          Jess gripped Ron's arm tighter, but Ron gently released her grip. 
"Jess, go with Pete.  I'll be with you later.  Why don't you unpack our stuff
and get everything organized?"
 
          "Yes, sir."  Jess followed Pete out the door, and Ron and James
continued their conversation.
 
          "You were saying something, Ron, before that dimwit interrupted you,
about flying being faster than driving.  You're right, but, as I'm sure they
told you, it would be too obvious for people to see you gliding overhead." 
James had not been there when Ron had made himself invisible.
 
          "Well, yeah, they said that.  But then I asked them why they didn't
just make themselves invisible, and they all looked at me funny."  Pretty much
as James was doing now.
 
          "You mean, you can do that?"
 
          "Sure.  It's not even that hard.  At least, not for me.  You mean
you can't do it?"
 
          "Never tried, really.  It had never occurred to me.  You'll have to
explain to me how you do it.  But, we can get to that later."  Just then, a
group of men in white suits entered the gym.  All the instructors stopped
talking until the men signaled for them to continue.
 
          "Who're they?" Ron asked.
 
          "That's the committee.  They are CAMP's board of directors.  They
make all the important decisions around here."
 
          "How come they all wear white?"
 
          "It's kind of a color code for the staff.  You'll notice that
instructors wear whatever they want.  The committee wears all white, the
guards wear gray."
 
          "And you wear black.  What are you?  I mean, in the company?"
 
          "I am the committee's only Member-At-Large.  You see, none of the
committee members ever leaves this compound.  It is a decision they made when
they agreed to become a member of the committee.  However, the committee
realized that there would be times when it would need to directly influence
things outside the complex.  That's where I come in.  It is my job to handle
any issues that the committee thinks need to be taken care of.  I am their
trouble-shooter, if you understand that term."
 
          "Okay, but if you're a committee member, how come you don't wear
white?"
 
          "Ever seen anybody look intimidating wearing white?"  James
chuckled.  "It's all part of an image.  I did it so that I'd be easily
recognizable here on campus, and so that normal people would more easily avoid
bothering me.  Mainly I did it because I hate wearing white."
 
          Ron laughed at that.  They continued on with their talk and tour,
until they reached another, smaller, building.
 
          "Ron, in here is the holding facility for our test subjects.  It is
basically a first-come, first-served situation, but, since you're *my*
student, I'm gonna let you have first crack at them.  Have you decided whether
or not you are going to use Jessica as a test subject?"
 
          "I think she'd feel left out if I didn't.  So, I guess I'll just
need one from here, right?"
 
          "That's right.  Now, when we go in there, take your time.  Make your
decision based mainly on appearance, unless you enjoy changing attitudes of
specific types of people.  The final parts of your training will involve
turning these subjects into exactly what you want them to be, so don't worry
what they're like now.  Of course, some of the girls in here are real bitches,
and, if you like that sort of thing, you can have a lot of fun messing with
their minds and bodies.  But that's all up to you.  Let's go in, shall we?"
 
          James opened the door, and, there before them, was a large room full
of women.  All were fully clothed, but, also, all of them were beautiful.  Ron
didn't know how he was going to choose.
 
          He spent about a half hour, wandering through the room.  Finally, he
stopped in front of one girl who was slumped against the wall.
 
          "What's your name?"
 
          "Fuck you."
 
          "That's a strange name.  Was your mother unhappy to have you?"  Ron
was chuckling, and he could see James smiling out of the corner of his eye. 
The girl, on the other hand, placed a look of contempt and pure hatred on her
face, and kept quiet.
 
          "I asked you what your name was."  This time, Ron added just a hint
of warning in his voice.  Enough that he knew she caught it, and he could see
it in her eyes:  the beginnings of fear.
 
          "Megan Watley."  The hate dripped from her voice.  That made up his
mind for him.  Megan was about 5'3" tall, a redhead with light green eyes. 
Her mouth would have been pretty if it hadn't been drawn into a scowl.  She
had ample breasts, a firm ass, and long legs.  She was dressed in jeans and a
T-shirt, and she reminded him of some of his older sister's friends.
 
          "I'll take her" Ron said to James.  James got out a clipboard and
found her paperwork.
 
          "Good choice.  Let's see:  her name, as she said, is Megan.  She is
18 years old.  A runaway, we found her on the streets.  Her parents have
already presumed her dead.  She is free and clear, and at this point has no
real identity.  We have reworked her identification papers, and we can rewrite
them however you would like when the time comes.  You will see when you get to
your room that, in addition to the master suite, there are two small bedrooms,
one for each of your subjects.  We'll go there now, so we can drop her off. 
Do you need restraints, or how do you want to handle her?  She's still a
little rebellious.
 
*          <Heel.>*  He figured everyone understood the basic command given to
a dog to follow.  She did, but was fussing and cursing all the way.  <*Shut
up.  You are not to speak until spoken to.>*  She immediately quieted down. 
James took note of all of this.
 
          Finally they arrived at his room.  Upon entering, he noted that the
room had been nicely furnished, with plush carpeting, a king-size bed, a
comfy-looking couch, and several soft chairs.  The couch held particular
interest, as it was the present location of Jessica, who was wearing very
little at the moment.  She rose upon seeing the new people, and reached for
her robe, but Ron stopped her.
 
          "Don't bother, Jess.  Come here."  James was monitoring the mental
energies in the room, and was surprised to find that Ron wasn't using any on
Jess.  She had actually become a willing slave.  This was very advanced work. 
A debriefing was going to be necessary before they could decide what Ron
needed to learn.
 
          "Jess, this is Megan.  She is going to be staying here with us. 
Have you chosen which of the smaller rooms you want?"
 
          "Won't I be sleeping with you?" she asked, with a pouting expression.
 
          "Sometimes, but not always.  You should choose which room you
want."  Jess picked one, and Ron directed Megan into the other.  He followed
her in, and gave her some instructions so that, other than going to the
bathroom and immediately returning, she could not leave the small room.
 
          When Ron returned, he asked James, "So, what'll I be learning
tomorrow?"
 
          "Well, tomorrow will be a debriefing of what you've accomplished
before coming to CAMP.  This gives us a basis to judge your level of
achievement when you leave.  Then, in the afternoon, we'll begin classes on
mental self-defense."
 
          "What's that?"
 
          "The ability to protect yourself and others from mental attack." 
James saw the look of surprise on Ron's face.  "Don't worry, almost nobody
thinks of it on their own.  It's actually my invention.  It is a necessary
skill, though, so that you can protect yourself from the evil psionics out
there, and, yes, there are some.  Now then, I'll leave you all alone to get
acquainted and settled in.  You know where the cafeteria is, right?  Good. 
I'll pick you up here tomorrow at nine o'clock.  See you then."
 
 
 
          Over the next weeks, Ron learned many useful things.  He learned
about mental defense, and forms of mental control over his own body, to affect
healing, and repair.  Ron always had either Jess or Megan with him during his
classes.  On the day he learned about telekinesis,  Megan happened to be the
one who was with him.  Ron hadn't touched Megan yet, it was just more trouble
than it was worth.  Jess was always eager to please, and so Ron had settled
for her attentions.  Not that he wasn't interested in Megan, just that he felt
he could wait until she was a little more friendly.
 
          Pete was instructing Ron today, saying that James had gone off on an
assignment, and probably wouldn't be back until the end of the week.
 
          Pete set a small crystal on the table in front of Ron, and it seemed
to magically move over to him.  "Okay, Ron.  I want you to use your mind to
push the crystal back to me.  I'm not going to be fighting you on this, it's
just you and the crystal."  Ron had read the manual on this, but he hadn't
actually tried it yet.  They had warned him not to try a completely new thing
for the first time alone.  At least, not while at CAMP, anyway.  Ron
concentrated on the crystal, and it began to vibrate.  He concentrated harder,
and all of a sudden, the crystal took off across the room and embedded itself
into the wall.
 
          "Geez, Ron!  You're using enough psi-power to move a small office
building!  You need to ease up, you’re pushing too hard.  Remember, imagine
that you have a third hand that can reach anywhere, then just grab the crystal
with it and move it.  Now then, try again."  Pete yanked the crystal out of
the wall with his mind and floated it over to the table again.
 
          By the end of the session, Ron was moving around the crystal, the
table, and the chair Ron was sitting on, all at once.  He still hadn't figured
how to move himself, but that would come in time, Pete said.
 
          "Now, then, Ron, we're going to have a little fun.  According to
your file, you are very interested in sex.  Not uncommon for a 13 year-old
psionic.  It does, however, give me an interesting opportunity to teach you
some of the subtleties of telekinesis that other interests just don't allow
for.  I'm going to leave in a minute, but you have an assignment.  Before you
leave this room, I want you to make Megan there have an orgasm.  But, the
catch is, you can't touch her with any part of your body.  You've got to do it
with telekinesis.  And no cheating:  I'll be monitoring your thoughts, so
don't go sending any mental control messages.  This is a telekinesis lesson,
you may only use telekinesis.  You may use physical control to restrict her
movement, but that's all.  Good luck."  Pete walked out and left the two of
them alone.
 
*          Well, might as well get to it.  This is going to be fun, if I can
manage it.*  "Are you ready?"
 
          "You won't be able to do it, you little shit.  There's no way I'm
going to come for you."
 
          "We'll see."  Ron slumped in his chair, relaxing as he'd been
taught, and stared at his subject.  He started sending her commands.
 
          First, she raised her arms.  *Why can't I stop this little fuck? 
Well, there's no way he's gonna make me come.*  Slowly, her T-shirt rose up
off her body, off her arms, and fell to the floor.  She was wearing a bra, but
this, too, was unhooked and pulled off her arms.  *How can he do that?  He
hasn't moved an inch!*  Ron wasn't moving at all, but he was thoroughly
enjoying the show.  With her arms raised, her tits were pulled up, and stood
out even prouder than usual.  It was a thrilling sight, but Ron remembered his
assignment, and so he moved on.
 
          He mentally undid her pants, and pulled them down until they fell to
the floor.  He wondered if he should have her step out of them, then got an
idea.  Slowly, her feet rose clear of the floor, until she was floating about
two feet above ground level.  Next, her shoes and socks flew off her feet. 
All that was left were her panties, and they went rather quickly, but Ron
didn't pull them *off*, he pulled them *apart*.  They ripped to shreds, and
Megan's eyes widened as she felt them torn from her body.
 
          One of the things Pete had told Ron was "The extension you imagine
doesn't *have* to be a hand.  A hand is useful for moving things, but the
extension can be shaped like anything."  Ron imagined his extension was a
feather, long and wavy.  This he brushed against her body.  The touch was
light, ever so light.  He moved it along her breasts, and she shuddered,
pushing her tits out to try to obtain more contact.  Of course, Ron wasn't
going to allow that.  He pulled back with her every move, being mentally aware
of what she was going to do before she did it.  His touch moved down her body,
and she clamped her legs shut.  Annoyed, Ron blasted just a little more energy
at her than necessary, and her legs flew open as far as they would go.  He
continued his onslaught, now caressing her pussy lips with just the faintest
of touches.  She was moaning now, twisting this way and that, trying to make
contact with something solid.
 
          Ron continued this way for a few more minutes, then retracted the
feather.  A groan of disappointment escaped Megan's lips, and inwardly she was
mortified.  *This little scum has got me all hot and bothered!  I can't
believe he's doing this!*
 
          Ron reformed his extension.  Now, it was shaped like a long snake,
writhing and wiggling.  He wrapped it around each breast in turn, then both at
the same time, forming a figure eight on her chest, squeezing and massaging. 
He left the end to flick at her nipples, back and forth, alternating between
the two.  Slowly, he lengthened the extension so that, while it was still
wrapped around her breasts, it could now reach down to her pussy.  Her cunt
was dripping by this point, and she let out a loud grunt as she felt the
extension pass over her nether lips.  It reached out and flicked across her
clit, and she squealed in pleasure.  Finally, Ron figured it was time.  He
enlarged the very end of his extension, and pushed it into her pussy.  It now
resembled a cock, and he used it as one, plunging in and out of her pussy. 
She was moaning constantly now, building in intensity and volume.  He figured
it was time to make her come, and he decided to do something that he simply
couldn't do physically.  He pulled the extension out of her for a moment, and
the end split into a Y.  The second end was thinner than the first, and headed
for her asshole.  Both ends plunged back into her at the same time, and she
screamed for all she was worth.  Ron set up a killer pace, and it didn't take
long before her body was wracked with the biggest orgasm of her life.  She
came and came for minutes, continually.
 
          Finally she descended from her orgasmic high, and Ron gently lowered
her to the floor.  Her knees wouldn't hold her, but he caught her in his mind,
and laid her down on the carpeted floor.  Ron looked down to see that he had
come when she did.  It was one of the hottest sexual encounters he'd ever had,
and he'd never come within five feet of the girl!
 
*          Pete forgot to tell me that you can really *feel* things with the
extension.  What a feeling!*
 
 
 
          Another of Ron's important lessons came the following week.  James
was back, and he took Ron to a completely secluded room with no windows, and
it was all sound-proofed.
 
          "What are we gonna learn in here?" Ron wanted to know.
 
          "In here we learn one of *the* most important skills.  This one
skill is what enables us to manipulate things at great distance.  It's called
'televiewing'.  It is the ability to move your point of view out of your body,
and into someplace you're not, without using another person's eyes.  You
already learned about seeing through someone else's eyes in the telepathy
class.  Now, it is very hard to manipulate the world while looking through
someone else's eyes, because their brain gets in the way of your abilities. 
If you can view the scene from a completely disconnected perspective, nothing
can interfere with your powers."
 
          "So, why are we in here?"
 
          "Well, we start out simple.  I need you to try to view what is in
the next room.  It is an established scene, so I won't have to go check on it
to know if you're right.  It is also someplace you've never been, so I know
you can't already know what's in there.  Now then, just relax.  Remember,
concentrating too hard actually reduces the chances that The Ability will
work.  Imagine an eye floating out of your forehead, and flying around the
room.  Now then, I want you to see if you can move through the door."
 
          Ron struggled with this for a few minutes, but finally gave up.  "I
can't do it, James.  I can't get through the door."
 
          "Don't worry.  It will come eventually.  For now, we'll have to
provide you an opening to get through.  And, there's always little openings,
even in a tightly locked house.  You've just got to search for them."  James
reached over and took the cover off a small hole in the door.  "Go through
this.  The door to the other room is open.  It is the next room down, going to
the left as you leave this room."
 
          Ron maneuvered through the hole and down the hall, turning into the
room.  It was a typical small classroom, but empty except for a few distinct
objects.  "I see a reflecting telescope, a basketball, an open book, and a
beach towel."
 
          "What page is the book open to?"
 
          Ron moved his eye closer. "206."
 
          "Okay, Ron, now here's a little challenge.  Hold your viewing eye in
place, and use telekinesis to close the book.  The trick is, instead of
causing your extension to come from your body, make it come from your viewing
eye."
 
          Ron worked this around in his head for a minute, then gave it a
shot.  Amazingly, it was quite easy to do.  His extension reached out and
closed the book.
 
          "Hey!"
 
          "What is it, Ron?"
 
          "This book is titled The Life of Ronald Chaffey!"
 
          "That's right, Ron.  The book is all about you.  It took a great
deal of effort to compile in such a short time, but, with your permission,
this book will become one of the required texts for CAMP.  You have been a
unique student from the beginning, and you are progressing faster than even I
suspected.  Go ahead.  Grab the book, and bring it back here."
 
          Ron did so, and found that James had opened the door while he wasn't
paying attention.  The book now lay on the table in front of him.
 
          "What do you say, Ron?  Can we use you as a shining example of the
*right* way to approach The Ability?"
 
          "Well, sure, I guess.  I would be honored" he said formally,
remembering the line from one of his mother's plays.
 
          "Good.  Now then, another assignment, to make sure you've got the
hang of it.  This one will be a little more difficult, and you might not
manage it at first.  What I want you to do is view what is going on right now
in your own home."
 
          "But, how do I do that?  I don't know where it is from here, since I
don't know where here is."
 
          "Right.  Open the book to the back."  Ron did, and there he found a
map.  "Focus on the map.  Push your mind into the map, right where your home
is.  Find that, as you go into the map, details that you hadn't seen before
actually appear on the map.  Now, as you approach a specific city, you'll find
that you are then actually in that city.  Let me know when you've made it that
far."
 
          "Okay, I'm there."
 
          "Damn, that was fast.  Okay, now, if you're in your home town, you
should be able to find your home.  Find a way in, and observe what's
happening.  I've got to make a pit stop, I'll be back in a while.  You let me
know what you see, okay?"
 
          "Okay, James."  Ron had found his house, but was trying to figure
out a way in.  *Cockroaches get in, so I can get in.  I only need a little
dinky hole.*  Ron got lucky.  It was a beautiful day in his home town, so
Nikki had her window open.  Ron moved through the screen, which is full of
holes, of course, and into her room, which happened to be empty.  Ron saw her
desk, neat as usual, and had an idea.  *I wonder if James would mind...*  Ron
decided to risk it.  He moved over to her desk, and saw her note pad.  There
was a pen lying next to it.  Now, he formed his extension, and picked up the
pen.  He'd never tried writing with the extension, but he figured since it was
his right hand, he should be able to.  He brought the pen to paper and wrote
out, "Nikki:  I miss you.  Love, Ron."  He examined the writing, and, while a
little messy, it was legible.  He then moved out of the room, after
remembering to set the pen down, and moved down the stairs.  His eye
apparently also had ears, because he could hear sounds coming from his
mother's room.  They sounded like very entertaining sounds, and he flew in to
investigate.  The door was open, so that was no problem.
 
          Once inside, he saw a scene that made him instantly hard.  Sandra
was lying on her back, while Dawn straddled her face, her pussy pressed into
her mouth.  Sandra was sucking and licking Dawn's cunt, making her squirm. 
Meanwhile, Nikki was lapping Sandra's pussy, nibbling on her clit.  Tammy was
rubbing Sandra's tits, kneading them with her small hands.  Sandra's nipples
were hard as gemstone, standing proud.  Nikki pushed two fingers into her
mother's slit, and started fucking them in and out in a frenzy.  Dawn reached
down and started rubbing Tammy's slit, so she wouldn't feel left out.  They'd
been going at it for quite a while, and everyone was about ready to pop.  The
pace quickened rapidly.  Dawn pulled Nikki around and started eating her out. 
Tammy now had three sets of tits to rub, and was bucking on Dawn's hand.  The
whole scene was very erotic, and Ron's dick was straining at his pants. 
Suddenly, as if somebody threw a switch, or as if someone was directing and
had just said, "Come!", all four females started orgasming at once.  Ron
didn't realize that he had unknowingly installed an urge in each of them to
come with their partner.  He'd read the stories, and he believed that this was
the way it was supposed to be the best.  Like his original skill at getting
people to agree with him, this was one command he didn't have to consciously
program; it just came naturally.
 
          As the scene settled down, and it looked like they were all spent,
Ron decided it was time to go.  But, before he went, he wanted to give them
all a little gift.  He didn't want to frighten them, so he had to think a
bit.  Then he decided.  He formed his extension into something that would feel
to them like a warm wind, and moved it across each of them.  Each of them in
turn shivered with the pleasure of it, and then Ron departed.
 
          Ron made his way out of the house the same way he came in, and
started back up out of the map.  As he reached city level, however, his mind
reeled.  Ron was barraged with a searing pain that consumed his mind.  He put
up a mental shield to block it, and that stopped it, but not before the pain
had flung him physically to the floor.  Ron pulled out quickly, and opened his
eyes to see James standing over him, concerned.
 
          "Ron!  What the hell happened?"
 
          "I-I don't know.  I was starting to come out of the map, and then
all of a sudden, it was like my brain was on fire.  I threw up a shield, and
that stopped most of the pain, but I could still feel it."
 
          "That's not good news.  You'll learn in time how to keep a minimal
shield up at all times.  What you felt was the presence of another psionic,
and this one doesn't sound pleasant.  Do you feel up to going back in?"
 
          "I think so, why?"
 
          "I need you to guide me.  The fact that you felt a psionic's
presence could be troubling news.  Whenever you're ready."  James helped him
up and to a chair.
 
          "Okay.  How do we go together?"
 
          "Just lead the way as if you were going alone.  You might want to
put up a shield now, to protect yourself."
 
          Ron did so, and entered into the map, with James right behind. 
Again, they got to city level when Ron cried out.  It wasn't pain this time,
but it would have been without the shield.  James let them remain for a few
moments, then instructed Ron to pull out.
 
          "Ron, this is really bad news.  I found the psionic, and, while I
can't read her totally, she is very evil.  She's not a member of CAMP,
apparently she turned us down when we offered.  Therefore her power isn't
tempered by education, but she is very strong.  She is passing herself off as
a witch.  She has no demonic power as such, but that is what she is claiming
her psionic ability is.  The problem, and most likely why you felt her, is
that her evil is being aimed at your family."
 
          "What?  How?  Why?"
 
          "Why I cannot know.  How right now is simply an exploration of the
family.  Who is probably a better question than what.  She was most likely
hired to do something to the family.  Would anyone want to hurt you or your
family?"
 
          Ron didn't have to think for more than an instant.  "Dad.  That son
of a bitch.  James, what can we do?"
 
          "We have a couple of weeks, Ron.  I can tell that she isn't ready to
move yet.  I don't know why that is, I just know it is.  We're going to have
to accelerate your learning, so we can prepare you to deal with this.  As a
CAMP official, this does not concern CAMP at all."
 
          "What do you mean?  She could hurt my family..."
 
          "I know that, Ron, but listen carefully to my words.  *As a CAMP
official*, I can't do anything.  Now, remember CAMP's one inviolable rule?"
 
          "Whenever a member asks another member for help, help must be
rendered if possible."  He was quoting directly from the manual.
 
          "That's right.  You are a CAMP member.  I am a CAMP member.  As an
official of CAMP, I cannot do anything, as this is not an issue that concerns
CAMP directly."
 
          "But if I ask you for help..."
 
          "I am bound by the same rules you are."
 
          "Will you help me, James?"
 
          "I've got no choice, now.  I have to help."  James continued, "This
is going to be rough, and I know you're going to have a hard time
concentrating, but the next week or so is critical.  You must learn the rest
of what I have to teach you, and you must learn it well."
 
          "Yes, sir."  Ron reverted to type when being lectured.
 
          "Very good.  I will investigate further, and see what I can find out
about this person.  Right now, you should go back to your room.  Rest up, but
study as hard as you think you can without hitting overload.  We'll beat this,
together.  Remember, CAMP members stand together."