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I continued in my job in Rye. As my contract was winding down I was able to find new work- through my new extended family, of course.

My son was thoroughly engaged in school and got along well with everybody there. He had no problems sharing a room with the three teen-age girls (Kathy, Betsy and his sister Louise) and little 11 year-old Joanne was drooling over her opportunity to be fully awakened as well.

The nine year-old twins, Kitty and Carol, were pretty strong even without full activation.

So within three months we had 5 pregnancies underway. Helen wasn't in the loop for it given her age, but Bobbi, Julie, Leena, Holly and Tammy were all carrying a child by me (and if you don't think that's one of the most flattering possible bits of news to a man you're missing something).

My work was proceeding apace; Gertrude's legal practice was able to use some of my work and she was able to help sell my time to others. With everyone in the loop we were able to go well beyond mere comfort, we were prospering; Being a fully activated teep made it easier to work with others and certainly enhanced all of our human skills (I interviewed a lot better now).

With Gertrude's full activation she was far more effective in the courtroom; it didn't hurt that she knew the status of potential clients before being retained. With her record she was sought after as a defense attorney but she declined work fairly often because her conscience wouldn't allow her to defend someone who knew they were guilty and wanted to escape justice. (In one case she was able to get enough of a "read" from one particularly nasty murderer that Leena was able to slip an idea or two into an investigation that got the killer onto death row. Gertrude was sick for days after touching his mind; his victims had all been children and he felt nothing.)

A downside to being a teep is that when one is soul-sick the rest of us can feel it. The upside is that we all have an ability to help.

Leena, 4 months pregnant, ended up in the midst of a fire- fight, not even on the job. She'd stopped on the way home to pick up a present for Joanne's 12th birthday when the shop was being robbed, the perps shooting at people. As she ducked out of the line of fire we could feel her terror through our network, almost rendering the rest of us catatonic as we "joined" so much more closely to her to cushion her fears and to assist in her survival. We discovered some new tricks in that panic that no-one had realized before; Leena was able to locate the players in the drama and could find herself a path to safety. She could tell who was alive and dead and would then coordinate the escape of some civilians caught in the cross-fire; Her own return fire was accurate in hitting the perps in non-fatal but disabling areas.

Her survival and actions brought her unexpected recognition and she managed to keep her pregnancy a quiet issue. With the firefight though she had a lot of paperwork to do and was rotated into desk work, which would've only lasted a month until someone asked her whether she was pregnant. She had to admit to it since it'd be obvious over time. Her rep as a lesbian kept any real questions from being asked about the "father" but those who realized her actions taken, while pregnant, had risked her child as well as herself (a mundane would have been far more at risk; Leena had taken some chances but they'd been to save lives of those she was sworn to serve and protect) ended up getting her a surprising amount of recognition.

Of course the after-effects of a brush with death also reverberated within our family network; We were all fucking like bunnies for weeks. This was long enough for Brian's girls (except Louise, fortunately, she managed to hold on) to end up pregnant with his children. Kathy and Betsy both had been so desperate for life-affirming events that they both got their reward.

This baby-boom was added to by Sue. Only Amy and Helen escaped the full effects of the mind-numbing need and kept taking their contraceptives.

How we managed to keep our odd family out of the public eye is an exercise left to the reader. I don't even want to THINK about what we had to go through at the time.

It wasn't too much longer before we had another close call.

Just as had happened when they hunted me down, expecting to find a latent woman in serious depression, I couldn't avoid this call. Latent teeps were few and far between, even if we were busy manufacturing as many as possible ourselves. I could hope to find another man who could carry some of the load or launch a new family.

Just as had happened when I'd been hunted down, with the expectation of finding a latent woman in serious depression, I couldn't avoid this call. Latent teeps were few and far between, even if we were busy manufacturing as many as possible ourselves. I could hope to find another man who could carry some of the load or launch a new family.

"They took my children! My ex-husband and his boyfriend, they took both of my children! I have to stop them!"

"Relax miss, I think we can help. I want you to leave your car and come with me. Now."

She suddenly relaxed though now her fears took on another shape.

"No one will hurt you. Come with me."

She climbed out of her car, her face streaked with tears. I'd plucked her ex-husband's name out of her head and passed it to Leena and Gertrude who were already working the case.

She was getting anxious as we locked up her car and I drove to Gertrude's office (which got her upset, since we were heading away from the nearest airport) but I could tell that Gertrude was getting wheels turning. She was still anxious when we got to Gertrude's law office but once she realized where she was and was led directly into a conference room with a speaker phone on with the state police, the relief that ran through her was almost nirvana.

"Our client, Mrs Watson, is here now. Her ex-husband is not the custodial parent and we believe that he intends to leave the state with her children. This, sir, is a kidnaping in progress."

The voice of a gruff state trooper answered. "We're on it. We've got the information. They'll be stopped. Do we have any idea of what kind of car they were driving?"

Mindy Watson, the latent teep, spoke up, "I think it's a blue caprice. Dark blue. I think it has Connecticut plates."

"OK, we'll be hunting rental car agencies. We'll have an APB out right away. Gertie, I'll get back to your office as soon as we have something."

*click*

I could feel through Leena that this case was spooled way up in priority. It'd been a long time since the State Police had a piece of this kind of action.

Gertrude dismissed all of her staff leaving herself, me and this latent teep in the conference room. Mindy sat there stunned for several minutes but we could both feel her gathering her thoughts, now that the panic was over for her.

"How ... how did you know so much about me?"

It wasn't something we could avoid. If she freaked we'd have to find some way to activate her so that she'd be on the inside, with us.

I nodded this time, "Yes, and, if you're willing, you can be one too."

Uh oh. Leena just let me know that they'd pulled over the car and that a shoot-out was in progress. Gertrude and I turned white as we looked at each other. I found out where it was taking place and Mindy was no fool- she knew that we were aware something was terribly wrong, and she asked us.

Gertrude's first reaction was to ask "Your ex-husband has guns?"

She answered "I didn't think he did. Maybe his boyfriend does. I don't know much about him." At that point her eyes got real big.

I nodded. "There's apparently a shoot-out, your daughters are considered hostages."

The situation was evolving, and not towards a good ending. Leena had access to the radio and was letting Gertrude and I listen through her ears to the messages coming across.

Mindy could tell we were listening to something she couldn't so she asked, "So, how do I make the jump from a latent to a telepath?"

Gertie dropped from the listening while I stayed absorbed in the messages flying back and forth and wishing one of us had been local to it. I could feel Leena clenching her own fist and the anger seething through her that she was missing it.

"Jack!" Gertude called, snapping me back to the here and now.

"Yes?"

"Take her to my wash room and help her clean herself up. I think she can fit one of my spare outfits back there. Wash her good and bring her into the family. And hurry please."

I nodded, starting to carry out this mission.

Despite having had two children Mindy wasn't in bad shape at all; Her work as a physical therapist made her very aware of her need for exercise. Gertrude had come into the wash room and was sitting on the toilet as we reached our first orgasm together; Gertie had to be away from others since it was upsetting for her to go through an orgasm in front of others. Mindy tied into our family's network well and was well on her way to her second orgasm which would complete her activation. She came again and her full strength as a teep was exposed; She was way up there in our rating system (stolen, of course, from Babylon-5's "Psi Corps" though we were a little vague on what each step was supposed to mean) and would be quite an addition to our family. As we helped her dry we got her tied in to Leena's ears and got up to date on the stand-off, which was continuing.

I was already planning to bring Mindy to the State Police barracks where Leena was working so that she'd be able to talk to the local authorities.

A big male trooper was waiting in the conference room when we came back in, he shook her hand and brought us all up to date.

"We also sent a tow-truck for your car, Ma'am. We were very surprised to find bullet holes in the windshield."

I jumped in, this was odd, "There were no marks on the car when I stopped and picked her up. Only the flat tires."

He looked a bit apprehensive.

"I'm quite certain about that. The car only had flat tires and beaten up rims when I pulled up."

He nodded. He got on his radio and forwarded this tidbit up the chain of command. I could sense Mindy learning how to read a mundane better by concentrating on this trooper.

"Anyway, ma'am, I'm to bring you to the Captain at the local barracks. We'll need to get going."

Mindy nodded. I walked out with them and I could feel Mindy clench up and yell "hit the deck!" as she ducked.

The trooper caught a rifle round in the middle of his chest, right behind where Mindy's head had been. We now had a dying trooper, it hurt as we felt his life ebb away suddenly as we scrambled for cover and Gertrude's staff called 911. I managed to pull the dead trooper's body closer to me and almost got a round myself before pulling out the radio and fishing out his handgun.

I'm lousy with guns; Helen was always better at handling these things than I was despite the "downloads" from Leena (who was trying to help me) but Mindy was with us and actually had some practice from her dad, taking the gun from my hand as I called in that we were pinned down outside the law offices and that the trooper was quite dead.

Whoever this guy was, he was a suicidal idiot and a maniac. He fired on the cops and shot out some radiators before he tried killing any more of them; I felt two more lives snuffed out and three were grievously injured. In a final fusillade of fire, the gun-man's life faded out.

We were all being carefully debriefed after this event; Our newest teep handled this well (Leena providing some coaching through our network) and we didn't have a whole lot to add. I was worried about the after-action shakes since two of our network had been fired on instead of just one. Given the aftermath of Leena's firefight, this was going to be tough on us.

We got the news through Leena so we knew when we could ask about it- the sniper had been Mindy's ex-father-in-law. The standoff on I-684 still had the road closed to all traffic (at least south-bound; the median was wide enough and treed enough to protect north-bound traffic at that point) but it was only a matter of time before things came to a head. The State Police had already dispatched a SWAT team with snipers to the locality, it looked like it was going to be a serious issue given how Mindy's ex-in-law had handled being caught.

We were all being carefully debriefed after this event; Our newest teep handled this well (Leena providing some coaching through our network) and we didn't have a whole lot to add. I was worried about the after-action shakes since two of our network had been fired on instead of just one. Given the aftermath of Leena's firefight, this was going to be tough on all of us.

We got the news through Leena so we knew when we could ask about it-- the sniper had been Mindy's ex-father-in-law. The standoff on I-684 still had the road closed to all traffic (at least south-bound; the median was wide enough and treed enough to protect north-bound traffic at that point) but it was only a matter of time before things came to a head. The State Police had already dispatched a SWAT team with snipers to the locality, it looked like it was going to be a serious issue given how Mindy's ex-in-law had handled being caught.

Within half an hour it was over. The two snipers took both Mindy's ex-husband and one of his brothers out; Both of the girls were recovered and rushed to their mother.

Her children were so happy to see her, the older asking "But daddy said you were dead from an accident?" and the glances the troopers gave each other was knowing- this had been a major conspiracy.

Mindy kept her children's pictures out of the news as the press landed on us all. We made sure to revere the name of Terry Paes, the trooper that had died in front of Gertie's office and Wallace Ernst, the trooper first on the scene at the traffic stop who's died as he walked up to their car (it was all on videotape). Seeing that video tape (and the videotape of us leaving the office w/ Paes) almost knocked us for a loop; Seeing both of us duck and Paes trying to when the incoming round blew his chest open was frightening. Flashbacks are no fun. Explaining the warning wasn't easy but, despite being separated, we were able to be consistent in saying what we saw. The paranoia of knowing someone had shot up her car helped justify our sensitivity.

Her children were so happy to see her, the older asking "But daddy said you were dead from an accident?" and the glances the troopers gave each other was knowing- this had been a planned-on murder until it had come apart.

Mindy kept her children's pictures out of the news as the press landed on us all. We made sure to revere the name of Jerry, the trooper that had died in front of Gertie's office and Wallace, the trooper first on the scene at the traffic stop who'd died walking up to their car, all on video tape. Seeing that video tape (and the videotape of us leaving the office with Jerry) almost knocked us for a loop; Seeing both of us duck and Jerry trying to when the incoming round blew his chest open was frightening.

Flashbacks are no fun.

Explaining the warning wasn't easy but, despite being separated, we were able to be consistent in saying what we saw. The paranoia of knowing someone had shot up her car helped justify our over-sensitivity.

As a teep you can't fuck someone else's brains out without fucking your own out. This also affects every other active teep you're networked with, too.

Mindy started visiting fairly often; She went from a very frightened latent teep to a very powerful teep (only Holly and Julie were in the same class).

This entanglement of our lives into the problems of custody was a mother lode for Gertrude's law practice since the unexpected publicity was a boon to recognition; While Family Court is a real drain, it turned out that being teeps allowed Gertrude to figure out what was really going on and to provide balanced advice. Julie's psychiatry practice also saw more business because of this.

Tammy's daughter Lisa Palmer, named after the fallen trooper who'd died in the parking lot across from Gertrude's office, was the next one to be born. Again, we had another latent teep.

Tammy's daughter Lisa, named after the fallen trooper who'd died in the parking lot across from Gertrude's office, was the next one to be born. Again, we had another latent teep.

Holly's son Wallace James was born, named after yet another trooper. We could already tell that Wallace, for a latent, would be close to his mother in "strength" when he did finally grow up enough to be awakened.

Finally, in the first group, Julie gave birth to another powerful latent girl, Judy Anne Burke.

Holly's son Wallace was born, named after yet another fallen trooper. We could already tell that Wallace, for a latent, would be close to his mother in "strength" when he did finally grow up enough to be awakened.

Finally, in the first group, Julie gave birth to another powerful latent girl, Judy.

But, before we could reach that, another problem came up. I needed to go out of town for a conference being held in Las Vegas (which I've heard referred to as "Lost Wages") so this would pull me away from my family. Helen would travel with me to keep me "out of trouble".

The flight started out pleasant enough; no latent (much less active) teeps around the airport or on the plane (we flew out of Newark because that was what I was most used to) but the accumulating distance stretched our connections; We had to "withdraw" (it's hard to explain) so that there'd be no rebound from a sudden disconnect.

Dropping into Las Vegas, though, we could feel a hot-bed of teep activity with almost all of the latents active to some degree. We couldn't hide from this exposure, this network could sense us as almost as well as we could them- and we realized that this network of at least 50 women included no men. The fact of heterosexual activation providing much greater strength in telepathic connectivity meant that we were very "visible" to these locals.

I've never felt so much hunger through my linkages; Helen knew my discomfort because my body was trying to respond. We had to be discreet leaving the plane since I walked off partially erect, Helen helping to shield me.

I hadn't arranged for a pickup, expecting to use the hotel's bus to get to the MGM Grand but there was a young woman (and a teep!) holding up a quickly drawn sign reading "Jack and Helen" on it. She recognized us right away for what we were and quickly greeted us with hugs and kisses. There were two more at the baggage claim and Helen and I were whisked off to a nice Limousine where Helen was asked to ride in the front while the others rode me.

Helen was smirking at me as we were delivered to the hotel and kept squeezing my hand as we went through check-in and went to our room. We found ourselves leading a procession of 3 more teeps. I could feel all three drooling.

Gertrude and Leona worked out a plan by which the girls of this agency, one at a time, would be rotated to our home for impregnation by either myself or Brian.

With spring break coming up next month, Brian would fly out here. Given his age he would be able to amply supply all the genetic material they needed for one heck of a baby boom; By then many of the women who were not the mainline escorts would be unprotected and receptive.

In the midst of our discussions, we were asked to meet more of the group but the hotel room would be too blatant a venue so Wilma drove us out to an office park where the escort agency was headquartered. "Amazonian Escort Agency?" Wow.

With spring break coming up next month, Brian could fly out here, and, given his age, he would be able to amply supply both full activation as well as all the genetic material they could hope for to fuel one heck of a baby boom. By the time he got here, many of the women who were not the mainline escorts would be unprotected and receptive.

In the midst of our discussions, we were asked to meet more of the group but the hotel room would be too blatant a venue so Wilma was chosen to drive us out to the office park where the escort agency was headquartered. "Amazonian Escort Agency?" Wow.

One "advantage" (if advantage it is) of being a teep is the ability to perform. More than once. Much more than once. Limited only by the enthusiasm of one's partner. My dick (and the rest of me) activated 8 more women, all on tape. Admittedly after the first two I was mostly limp (except for that important part) so I was being ridden for the rest. Helen got itchy so my ninth woman on the video was my wife. Being already fully activated, our orgasmic ripple through this network was more than they expected and we found our immediate audience enjoying the effect.

When I awoke in the morning it was back in the hotel room with Wilma, Leona and Helen, lying in their telepathic glow. My Eastern time-zone "biological" alarm clock had me awake before dawn so I cuddled Wilma as I spooned her and could tell that she was quite asleep.

There are interesting abilities in telepathy but there are also important limitations, even between fully activated teeps. One of them stared at me in the face, and it was a limitation I'd not had a chance to discover previously. I could tell that Wilma was dreaming but it moved so fast that the telepathic link could not carry the load; There were bandwidth limits that we'd never tried to learn. Leona, sleeping behind me, was slowly working up to a REM state as Wilma's dream state, blur and all, faded (though the dream must have been erotic given the sensations her body felt and wetness of her crotch). Helen was far closer to wakefulness and I could feel the telepathic "hug" that felt like a full body flush, something we exchanged, and one that Leona got some effect of. Her REM state started and her body was responding to the flush by rushing for an orgasm- and reaching it within seconds. She woke part way, we "hugged" her, and she faded back out.

Helen and I carefully (it's great to be able to directly sense how much we could get away with in moving without our awakening either of the local women) climbed out of bed and went into the large bathroom.

One thing about this suite seemed stupid; The shower cubicle was small next to a big round tub on a platform surrounded by mirrors. We chose to fill the big tub and soak for a bit. Even with the sleep my muscles were still slack and it'd be a while before I was ready to move about with any real confidence.

We'd left to allow us time through the week-end together so our flight on Friday morning left us two full days before the conference started.

Helen and I soaked and cuddled in the tub, climbing out to take our showers alone. We could tell that few of the local network were awake though Wilma was stirring.

I woke up Wilma what felt like a nice way, with my tongue first and then the rest of me. She responded well, and, once inseminated, Leona's sudden burst of "horniness" (which I'd occasionally felt from others in my "family", it's a strange sensation for a teep male to recognize) ensured my continued attention and I was able to deliver for her as well.

We cuddled, content, then took turns (except for Helen) to take showers, communicating all the way. The rest of these Vegas teeps were awakening, some with the comment that awakening with a bang was a wonderful method of ensuring enthusiasm.

Fully dressed we went downstairs for breakfast at the buffet (which is one nice thing about Las Vegas) and headed for the door (and I'd "overheard" Wilma's request to have the limousine ready). Wilma brought us back to the offices and we were already discussing how we'd work the day. |

// // // Terry (Jack+Leena) M (Terry Paes ...) // Lisa (Jack+Tammy) F (Lisa Ting ...) // Jordan (Jack+Bobbi) F // Wallace (Jack+Holly) M (Wallace Ernst ...) // Judy (Jack+Julie) F // // Kenneth (Jack+Sue) M (Kenneth Mars ...) // // Bethany (Brian+Betsy) F // Kelly (Brian+Kathy) M // // // Gertrude 63 P7 Y Lawyer James // Helga 57 P8 Y HomeMaker Hammer // Jack | 45 P6 - Systems Analyst Lipton // Helen | 40 P5 Y (poet, graphics artist) Lipton // Holly 37 P9 Y-P PE Teacher James (Gertie's daughter) // Amy 35 P6 Y BSRN Falken // Roberta (Bobbi) 33 P4 Y-P OB/Gyn Burke // Julie 31 P9 Y-P Psychiatrist Burke // Colleen (Leena) 28 P7 Y-P State Trooper Hammer (Helga's daughter) // Sue 24 P4 Y-P Med Student Nagy // Kim 21 P5 Y-P College Senior Conlon // Tammy 19 P6 Y College Freshman Palmer // Kathy 15 P5 Y(Brian)-P HS Sophomore James-Smith (Holly's daughter) // Brian | 14 P6 Y(Kathy) HS Freshman Lipton // Betsy 13 P5 Y(Brian)-P 8th Falken (Amy's daughter) // Louise | 12 P3 Y(Brian) 7th Lipton // Joanne 11 P4 Y(Brian) 6th Hammer-Brown (Leena's daughter) // Kitty |twin 9 (P9+) -(Brian) 4th Hammer-Brown (Leena's daughter) // Carol |twin 9 (P9+) -(Brian) 4th Hammer-Brown (Leena's daughter) // // // // Mindy 28 P9 Y Physical Therapist Watson // Constance 7 (P3) N Watson // Penny 6 (P3) N Watson // // // //