After spending way too much time in the bathroom the next day and a half, I decided that I was wasting my time and figured I might as well be asleep while I wasn't doing any good. The twins felt how upset I was, and seemed to agree that this would be a very good time to try Margaret. I guess I was boiling over with emotions, and they knew Margaret would be almost as hard as Joey had been.
They were right, too. Without their sisters' help, it took two tries to wipe it all out. And I can't tell you how hard it was to actually mount Margaret the first time. She was Joey's mom, and even though she didn't look like the woman I grew up with, it was very hard to keep erect before penetration. I also prayed that Joey would forgive me. I had at one time sworn to him I'd never fuck his mom.
When I woke up from the twenty hour nap I had taken after Margaret's second wipe, I called Suzi's house and talked to her mom. Suzi was starting to remember things from before her brainwashing, but she still had pretty intense emotional periods, and her mom gently told me I would have to wait a few more days before they would risk allowing her to see me.
I finally put the phone in its cradle ten minutes after she had hung up. I felt stiff and numb, but once I started to move, I didn't waste any time going back upstairs, dragging the twins out of bed and taking them to Tom's room.
Honey mounted Tom while I mounted Joy, and as soon as I felt the familiar connections form, I insisted they let me do all the work. Fuck, they had to let me, for they wore themselves out just trying to keep my beam focused.
That's when we made the big discovery. You see, empathic controls and telepathic commands don't usually conflict with each other unless the telepathic command produces intense emotions. Steven had used my command in Joey's head as a base to build the loyally to him and his family. I could have wiped Joey, then removed the command easily, but doing it the other way around had been devastating to Joey, and had been very difficult to do in the first place.
But Tom... He had sort of the opposite. As I was blasting his mountains away, I came across a mountain that was invulnerable to my beam. After spending a few minutes on it, I left it and finished blasting the rest away, then with a great deal of difficulty, I tried to work on it again.
The twins and I finally had to give up, and after sleeping it off, I scanned his distant memories to find the source of his impenetrable emotions.
I quickly traced it back to..
"Sarah.."
Tom had layers and layers of emotional memories piled up from after her death. It took me several hours just to wade through it all, for they seemed to all lead right back to another which I had already examined. I literally kept going around in circles, and finally I had to call an expert in.
My dad may not have the strongest ability, but he had long ago refined it to such an extent that he could reorganize a person's memories without them knowing it or it affecting them in the slightest. Joey never even detected the hidden slave within Penny's mind, and quite frankly I had missed a few of them myself. I knew enough now to detect them if I looked for them, but most of the time I wasn't looking.
Dad spent almost a half hour before finally finding the branch that lead to the source. I was actually learning a few things from him, and he seemed very pleased to pass on anything I wanted to know about his old hobby. So we weren't really concentrating on what we were looking at, dad having gone off telling me this really interesting story of this woman who had multiple personalities. Shit, he never did finish that one.
Anyway, we were kind of both startled when the trace ended at the memory of Tom identifying Sarah's raped and slightly mutilated body. It was the fear left on her face that had caused Tom's emotions to overwhelming him for years afterwards. I could understand why he had insisted on cremating her before any of his family could see her. It would have haunted me too.
Dad and I even felt a little sick from the image, but then my dad noticed something and said, "Wait a minute.."
I sensed him sending out hundreds of probes that was focused on the memory itself. After another ten or so minutes, he finally announced, "Tim, this memory.. It's not real."
"What? Are you sure? It doesn't feel... Wait, I think... I think I can see what you mean. You said when you move a memory from one part of the mind to another, you always have to make sure all the other memories that point to it are changed to point to its new location."
"Right. But this memory doesn't have anything pointing to it, just away from it. Go get Margaret. I want to use her memories to find what happened before this one was planted in his."
Dad knows his stuff. It took him less than two minutes to find the nearest memory of something they had both experienced shortly before the time in question. And then all he had to do was follow the trail until..
"Hmm, whoever it was didn't really know what they were doing. Right before the planted memory was supposed to take place, the pointers are skewed. But I think.. That's it. The real memory is here, but it's fragmented to hell. Looks like they just scrambled the real memory figuring no one would find it anyway. This will just take a minute."
I waited patiently, feeling his mind send probe after probe out, then finally felt a few commands mixed in. I didn't dare attempt to probe what he was doing, for he had already told me that my probes interfered with his own because his were incredibly sensitive.
"Okay. You better take a look at this while I go get your mother."
"Is it that bad?" I asked as he got up.
"Look for yourself," he said going out the door.
As I began my own probing, I easily found the memory he had reconstructed. Shit, I couldn't miss it. It was like he had place a big lit up arrow pointing directly to the spot where it began.
Dad had pieced enough of the memory together to figure out what had happened, but hadn't actually reconstructed the entire memory. It was more than enough, however.
Tom had been met by a tall man and a college aged girl when he had entered the police station. He followed them back to a interrogation room without saying a word, then sat there for at least fifteen minutes while the pair or probably more like the man apparently planted the memory and then scrambled the real one.
Afterwards, Tom left believing he had identified his dead daughter and that gruesome image had haunted him ever since. The implanted memory was the source of that impenetrable mountain, but before we could take it out, we needed to figure out what to replace it with.
Strangely enough, I didn't realize what had to be the most important detail to come out of finding that memory until my mom stated it after examining the memory herself.
"If she is alive, how are we or they going to find her?"
"Who?" I said right before it hit me. "Sarah? Oh! She has to be alive, doesn't she! I gotta go tell Joey!"
"STOP!" my mother commanded verbally. "I'm sorry Timmy, but he's not ready to see you yet. He's getting there, but he's not there yet."
"But.. If I can't go see Suzi, and I can't see Joey, what's there to do? How soon do you think it would be before I can see him?"
"At least another day, probably more. Joey's just starting to remember me. Oh, honey. Now don't go all gloomy again. He's going to be fine, and so is Suzi. I know! How about you calling up that girl that gave you Midge? You've been through a lot the past couple of months. You need to have some time to get back to doing what you want a little instead of what you think you need to do. Go have some fun for a day or two, and hopefully when you get back, they'll be ready to see you again."
And that's exactly what I did. It took seven phone calls to reach someone to give Holly a message. She called me back that night and we talked for nearly three hours long distance. While Holly never actually said it out loud, she dropped enough hints to let me know she was still interested in trying out my trailer.
The next day was a Saturday, and I got up really early to load Midge up into her matching blue and red striped trailer hitched to the back of my Formula.
It was nice to just get in the car and drive again. I hadn't realized how much I enjoyed driving my car until I had gone without it for a while. Of course I'm a people person, and with the drive going to be something like eight hours long, I was starting to feel pretty bored and lonely after the first two. I stopped at a rest area and took a leak, then as I was walking out, I ran right into this chick who I instantly felt was in a panic.
After we made our apologies, I watched her looking around the side of the building then she turned and saw I had seen her.
"Was there a really big guy with a moustache and a cowboy hat in there?" she asked in a southern accent, thumbing the men's room.
"Nope. But if you give me his name I'll find him for ya," I said.
"Oh, ah... Bert... Bert... Oh, what did he say his last name was... Bert somethin'" she said peering around the other side of the building, then shielding her eyes from the sun as she scanned the rest of the area visually.
"Bert. Well, I guess there couldn't be that many Berts around," I said, mostly to myself.
I began building up energy for a pulse, then when it was ready, I let it go.
"Found him. Whoops, found two. Nope three. Shit. Bert must be more popular than I thought. Okay. Which is it? Bert Johnson, Lutz, or Ziegelmeyer?"
"Ziegelmeyer!" she said amazed. "How'd you do that!"
"Just a trick I.. Uhm, I hate to tell you this, but he's already five miles up the road."
"Shit!" she said, stomping her foot. "He's taken off with my stuff! The lyin' son of a bitch!"
"Uhm, you want some help?" I asked her, seeing he was still within my range to stop him, and it was on my way.
"Thanks, but how could help me? He drives a big truck, and unless you got a shot gun or know karate, he's break us both in half. Shit! I knew he'd pull this!"
"Hey. I think he's having some engine trouble, and I just saw one of those state police cars go by. I betcha the cop stops to help, and if we hurry, we could make it before he leaves."
"Oh... Alright. But I'm warning you to keep your hands to yourself. I can take care of myself if needs be."
"But I am grateful for the lift," she added with a smile when she saw the scowl on my face.
I sighed and said, "Come on. We better hurry," then led her to my car which she whistled at.
I grinned back when she said, "Okay, Bandit. Let's go get that Smokey."
"If I wasn't pulling Midge, we could catch up with him really easy," I said as I started the engine. "But the trailer can only go about seventy before she starts to bounce back and forth on her wheels."
"You sound as if you've tried it," she said just as I put it in forward gear.
"You're right," I said as I pulled out a little faster than you might expect a car with a trailer attached should.
"What's your Daddy do?" she asked as we pulled out onto the highway.
"Er, business stuff, I guess. He dabbles a lot, stocks, mergers, runs a private financial firm, shit like that. Why?"
"Oh, I just wondered. You gonna follow in his foot steps?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. Probably not in the way you're thinking. I don't know what I want to do yet."
"I know what you mean. I'm still trying to figure that one out for myself. Before my daddy died, I thought I wanted to be a singer. But now that I've tried it, I guess it was my daddy's dream, not mine. Oh. My name is Betty Ruth Thompson, by the way."
"Tim Brandton," I replied. "Hey, looks like we're in luck." I said nodding towards the truck and cop car along the side of the road.
"Now how did you know he was having trouble? Not nobody could have known that. Nobody but God, that is. But you're not God are you?" she asked.
It wasn't a serious question, and she didn't seem to care if I answered it at all. Betty Ruth believed deeply on the existence of luck, and when something odd happened to her, she apparently didn't expect there to be an explanation. She already had convinced herself that I hadn't known, and it was just coincidence that it had happened like that.
"Hey! That's MY stuff!" she yelled to the cop through the window as I had pulled onto the shoulder. The car wasn't even at a full stop when she got out, then I watched her ass as it hustled to get to the cop before Bert could.
I helped her convince the cop that he had her stuff, and after scanning Bert, I decided to not give him a hard time about it since he had just got the truck driving job after getting out of the state pen for grand theft auto.
After cleaning his act up for him, I waited patiently as Betty Ruth actually tried to get him arrested for stealing her forty three dollars and her small bag of belongings. But Bert claimed he though she had gone off with another trucker and didn't know she had left her stuff in his cab. It was a lie, but the cop couldn't tell for sure, and since Betty Ruth admitted she had gotten everything back, he told her it was pretty much his word against hers.
She didn't waste anymore energy on it, figuring it was just the way her luck had turned. Betty Ruth really believed her life was controlled by her luck, and that it would always take care of her no matter what she did.
As she walked back to the car with her bag over her shoulders, I could sense her indecision about what to do next.
"I don't mean to impose on your kindness," she began, "but could you give me a lift to the next town? The officer said he could, but he's kind of a horses ass, if you know what I mean. He didn't even believe me when I told him Bert knew I was goin' back down to Memphis and he was my ride."
"Actually, if you want, I can take you the whole way. I'm going there myself to have a little race with a friend of mine."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to trouble you," she said getting in. "I mean, I tend to blabber on a lot, and some people don't care for that much talk on a trip."
"Believe me when I say it's no trouble. I think I'd go nuts driving for six more hours by myself. Besides, if I get tired of you, I'll just kick ya out of the car," I said with a grin. "You'd still be closer to your destination than you were, if just a bit more dusty from your landing."
"Well, I'll try and keep the conversation interesting then," she said rolling up the window as we pulled out.
"What are ya pulling back there? It's not a horse trailer, and you're too young and it's too small for a race car. Let me guess first.. Uhm... Shit... Okay I give up. Oh wait. It's a.. It's a..."
"Helicopter," I finally said.
"Bull shit," she said turning around in her seat to look back at the trailer again. "It's not big enough."
"No, really. It's not a full size one, but it's a real helicopter. It's only a single seater, but it can fly into tighter places than a regular one can, and it doesn't cost an arm and a leg to fuel."
"Say, that's kind of neat," she said, slapping my thigh. "You got a nice car, and a helicopter to boot. I bet you're goin' down to see a girl as much as race your helicopter too."
"Damn. Yeah, I am," I said, honestly surprise.
"Lucky guess," she scoffed. "I'm good at making lucky guesses," she said, yawning.
"Uhm if you want to take a nap, that's cool. As long as you don't sleep the whole trip that is."
"Oh, but we haven't even begu hu hu hum.. Maybe I'll just take a quickie. I didn't get much sleep last night with that ape ogling me in the mirror all the time."
After my eyes glanced into the mirror to see if I could see anything, I grinned back at her when I saw she was teasing me.
She had such interesting dreams, I didn't bother waking her at ten like she had asked me to. I got a kick out of her dreaming of me picking her up in my helicopter, and was kind of disappointed when this big muscle bound guy her age suddenly replaced my image in the cockpit. She was just starting to get turned on by the copter pilot when she stirred slightly and she went into a deeper sleep.
Betty Ruth's legs kept catching my attention as I drove. Her tight fitting shorts really made her ass and legs look hot, and while she wasn't a playboy centerfold, she definitely had a nice body.
But other than having her spread her legs a part a little more, I was determined to leave things lay and not attempt to start anything. Betty Ruth wasn't the least bit interested in me, and I didn't have to have sex with every girl I met up with. Not that I would refuse if she offered, but I knew that wouldn't happen.
When I finally did wake her, she awoke with a shriek, then grinned at my startled face.
"Sorry... Uhm, you were sleeping so good I didn't wake you at ten. I'm ready for lunch. Burger King okay with you?"
We got out to stretch our legs at the restaurant, and after we ate inside, I opened the trailer up and showed her Midge. She was very flattering, but she hadn't been all that impressed. As far as I could tell, Betty Ruth just didn't get impressed by too many things.
She suddenly announced she needed to use the little girls room, and said I probably could fill the tank up since she would probably be a while. I didn't question her motives, and didn't sense any deceit, so I spent a good ten minutes at the gas station and ten more in the car before going back inside to look for her.
"Holy shit," I said when I found her talking to the guy from her dream. I couldn't believe it. I mean, he wasn't dressed the same, and he wasn't all that big in the muscle department, but the face... the face was exactly as she had imagined it to be.
"Oh, Tim. I want you to meet... What's your name anyway?" she asked the guy.
"Kam's the name, flyin's my game," he said smoothly as he almost crushed my hand as we shook.
"Flying? What, airplanes?" I said, nursing my poor hand back into it's original shape.
"Helicopters mostly," he said with energy. "I'm on my way down to Memphis to pick up my new bird."
"Really?" Betty Ruth said excitedly. "Tim and I are going there too. I bet you need a lift, don't you," she offered.
"As a matter of fact, I am. I've been waiting here for four hours for my brother in law, but knowing him he's gone out drinkin' again and plum forgot about takin' me. Where's about in Memphis are you-all headin'?"
I closed my gaping mouth, then rolled my eyes up, letting Him know I didn't think it was funny. "It doesn't matter. Come on. We've got plenty of room... Uhm, you better grab something to eat before we leave, though. I don't plan on making another stop until we're there."
"Well thank ya sweet thing," he said to Betty Ruth. "I don't know what I'd done if you hadn't come along to save me."
"You're welcome," I said under my breath.
Then I grinned as I made his really tight fitting jeans feel just a little tighter in the crotch, and almost snickered when he kept taking a higher step every few feet in an attempt to straighten his crotch out.
I wasn't the least bit surprised when Betty Ruth ended up getting in the back seat with him. After all, as far as she was concerned he was there because she had wanted it, her luck having provided her with the man she had dreamed of.
I monitored both their thoughts while I drove, and after an hour or so of talking about everything under the sun, Betty Ruth decided to make the first move.
The instant he felt her hand on his thigh, he suddenly awoke to realize she had the hots for him. Up until that moment, he had simply been his normal friendly flirty self. But that was all over now.
I kept my eyes on the road knowing he was glancing back and forth from the rear view mirror and slipping his hand up her own thigh. I figured if they wanted to have some fun in my car while I drove them to their destination, the least they could do is let me watch.
So I said, "If you two are going to fuck, would you mind taking your shoes off first? The last time I did that in the back seat, I got shoe marks all over the armrests, and then she almost broke the window when I came in her ass."
I felt both eyes looking at me in the mirror, but I didn't bother looking back at them.
"Come on. I'm paying for the gas and doing the driving. You can at least give me the satisfaction of listening to you moan and shit. It's not like I can just climb back there and get into it with ya. Someone has to do the driving."
"Shit. Just warn us if you pass any coppers. Around here, they like to give tickets for this kind of shit," Kam said as he slipped his hand against her crotch.
As he had expected, her hand immediately moved to his bulging crotch, and after a good ten minutes of listening to each others breathing get faster and deeper, Betty Ruth finally opened his jeans and started jerking him off.
"Ah, yeah. That feels good.." Kam muttered. "Here, let me..."
"Oh! Mmmm.." was her only reply
"You really know how to make that feel good," Kam said softly.
"So do you," she said.
"I know how to make it feel even better though," he said, finally sliding down to the floor.
"Oh.. Ohh.. OHH!! MMmmmm.. You got a wicked tongue."
I listened to her gasps and even peeked a few glances through the mirror at her dazed expression while his slurps became noisier and longer. Eventually, he got tired of being cramped on the floor, so Betty Ruth put her back against the wall of the car with her legs spread open while he crouched between them and continued his slurping.
Kam impressed me. His tongue had more moves than a conman at a fake charity ball, but the most amazing thing about him was his endurance. He spent over an hour between her legs, and the only reason he stopped was because he had driven Betty Ruth nuts for his cock. Of course that was the intent, and he wasn't at all surprised when Betty Ruth started tugging his shirt over his head.
I know the image of clothes being flung into the air after freshly being removed is not something new to you. But I swear they just started tossing item after item after item one after another into the front seat, and there was no way anyone could get undress that fast without ripping some of them.
I caught the moment they first move their mouths over each others, then had to take my own cock out watching them seemingly eat their faces.
The rising of his ass in the mirror caught my eye, and I quickly linked to experience his cock's penetration. God she was wet. He had really done a number on her. She was so hot to trot that she kept trying to hump him faster whenever he was pulling out.
But Kam put a stop to that by laying on top of her until her struggles stopped, then slowly humped her until she did it again.
Kam thought of sex as more of an art form than just physical pleasure, and he had never had a shortage of women to practice his art. After getting his fill of just having sex with girls, and then quickly tiring with the three sexual relationships he had with his teachers in high school, Kam started looking for something to make it better, more pleasurable, more rewarding.
So during his senior year in high school, he started experimenting with the girls who threw themselves at him. He tried anal sex, he tried a little bondage, and he even went as far as trying it with a guy once. But his heart wasn't really interested in anything else but licking and fucking pussy, while also having this really big thing for the sight of his cum on a girl's chest and mouth.
I grew tired of his slow humps, finding it all too like the ones the twins enjoy. I actually forgot all about them, and it wasn't until I saw the sign saying West Memphis I realized they hadn't even cum yet.
"Hey, Kam. If you're going to do it man, you better get a move on. We're in West Memphis now."
The only reply was a nicely formed moan from Betty Ruth after she awoke from his sudden acceleration.
That moan was followed by another one, then another one louder and longer than the others. Kam started to really pound into her, and I started to feel the car shifting with his lurches, and then was startled by his growl.
She moaned and gasped as Kam's body slammed into hers, and I could feel every hump through the steering wheel. He drove her to the point of screaming his name as he growled between taking sloppy mouthfuls of her breasts.
As his lurches actually started to hamper my steering, I pulled over and watched him lift her off the seat with each thrust. They both were screaming between lurches, and then suddenly Kam pull it out and spurted his huge load all over her face and tits.
Betty Ruth just laid there as the white seed was sprayed on, having been knocked senseless by her orgasm, and perhaps from the numerous blows the roof gave her head.
After Kam's cock finally finished its hosing, he sat back and looked at her for a few minutes. After wiping a little cum over a bare spot on her neck, he cocked his head while sucking the small amount off his finger like a chef finishing his cake.
He suddenly noticed we weren't moving, and when he looked over at me, he saw I was studying his work like I understood.
"I don't think I've ever seen a woman looking so.... fucked before," I finally concluded.
He gave me the most enchanting smile before saying, "Thanks, buddy. I aim to please. I don't suppose you have a..." he said as the towel hit him in the face.
I pulled back on the highway and listened to him chattering away as he cleaned her up and got her to put her clothes back on.
Neither of them even noticed I had taken them to their destinations without them every having told me where to go. Kam finally asked what I was hauling, and naturally had to check Midge out. At least he was impressed, and coming from him, that meant a lot. But I still couldn't help making his hand feel like it had been squeezed to a pulp when we shook before parting company.
Betty Ruth was back to her old chatty self by the time we left Kam at his hotel. Well, not quite her old self.
"You know," she said, laying her hand on my thigh, "sometimes I forget to say thanks when something lucky happens to me."
"You're welcome," I said, as I stopped her hand from sliding up my thigh. "I'd rather hear you sing than feel your hand on my prick."
"That's sweet, but you see, I had a dream earlier that told me what I have to do for luck. I thought it was supposed to be Kam, but he didn't do what my dream showed, and I recognized your little soldier when you had it out. So, could you raise the steering wheel? I don't think my head will fit."
"Uhm, before you do, could you open the glove compartment and get that little bottle out? Thanks," I said taking it from her and unscrewing the top.
I downed the drink, figuring if she was going to give me a blow job, I was going to make sure I would put out more than what Kam did.
"Okay," I said.
You know what they say. Don't drink and drive. Well, I should have considered that. While my cum flooded down her throat and I humped her trapped mouth, I guess I swerved a little too much, and just my luck, a cop noticed.
I had just come back to my senses when I noticed the blinking lights on the motorbike which was quickly catching up. And naturally he happened to be immune to my mental redirection.
Talk about embarrassing. Here I was, a telepathic empath, about to get caught by a policeman with a woman's head stuck between my legs with my deflating dick in her mouth. If the members of the Cabal ever caught even a whiff of it, I'll never live it down.
I pulled over, and as the cop dismounted his bike and walked up, I struggled frantically to help Betty Ruth get her head unstuck.
"What the," the cop said pulling his glasses down and peering through the glass.
"Uhm, I can explain," I said, not knowing how the hell I could explain it as being anything else but what it was.
"Yeah, right. I'm going to have to write you a ticket for.... Betty Ruth? Is that you?"
"Sam?" she said as she finally pulled free. "Sam Goldwin? I can't believe it!" she said excitedly.
"Oh brother," I said as she scrambled over me and leapt into his arms.
After several hot kisses, Sam grasped her by the cheeks and said, "Do you have what I think you have on your breath?"
"Yes, Sam. Just like when we first met," she said before they kissed even harder.
"Uhm, kchkchhchmm," I said, clearing my throat, but failing to get their attention.
"HEY!" I said five minute later. "Can I go now?"
"I'll still have to write you a ticket," he said sternly.
"Let him go, Sam. I would have never found you if it hadn't been for him. Besides, he didn't have any choice. You know my luck."
"All right. You can go. But next time I catch you switching lanes without signaling first, I'll haul your ass in."
"Oh, Sam. You sound so sexy when you're all official," Betty Ruth cooed.
"Oh, Sam. You sound so sexy when you're thumb's up your ass," I said a minute later after leaving them behind.
"Shit. He couldn't have heard me," I said seeing his bike with his lights on behind me.
"I forgot my bag," Betty Ruth said when she ran up to my window after I pulled over again. "Oh, and really. Thanks."
"You're welcome," I said, watching her get on his bike and wave good bye. "And not that you need it, but... Good luck."