"I feel different. No. Everything else feels different. Where's Joey?" I thought to myself, slowly waking up.
My eyes opened to find I was not in the dorm, but in a very fancy bedroom with my clothes hanging over the back of a chair. The share link was active, and I internally sighed with relief that my cloak personality was also active, and I had just been in sync with it again.
"Joe?" I heard myself call out, my cover-self worried for his safety.
I examined my cover-self's mind and found it had been altered, but not significantly. What puzzled me was how I had gotten there without having been awakened at some point. And I couldn't recall Joey and I raising our cover personalities before falling asleep, but then I didn't remember not doing it either.
I pulsed the share link to see if Joey was awake, and immediately got a response of "What happened?"
My cover-self decided to go look for Joey, but we didn't get any farther than right outside the bedroom door before Joey and I found each other.
Our cover-selves were not the least bit scared to explore, and they didn't even consider putting our clothes on before doing so. After finding two empty bedrooms like the ones we had woken up in, we found the third had an occupant in it.
"Good morning. I hope you didn't mind me hurrying things up by kidnapping you from your dorm rooms. I promise you won't be hurt, and you'll be returned to your rooms tonight."
"Why are we here?" my cover-self asked.
"A very good question, Tim. Why are you here?"
His question cause a bit of an alarm for both me and Joey, for he had said it accusingly like.
"Uhm, are we going to..." my cover-self asked, frowning.
"Come in and join me on the bed," he sighed. "My name is Wally Richardson, and I'm fascinated by your relationship. I would like to.. learn from you."
"Learn? Learn what?" Joey asked.
"Love, of course," Wally said with a charming smile. "The kind you two had in the motel for weeks. I've never experienced it like that before."
"Er, I don't know.." Joey said.
"We don't really do that stuff any more," my cover self added.
"How badly do you want into the Etas?"
"Not that bad," Joey said.
"Wait a minute, Joe," my cover-self said. "What would we have to do?"
"On the weekends, you would be picked up and brought here to demonstrate how two lovers work up to the kind of sex you two had. You wouldn't do it with anyone else but each other. I'm very insistent about that. The only thing different would be that there would be others watching, including your friend Nick."
"I don't know.." Joey's cover-self said.
"Every weekend? For how long?" my cover-self asked.
"That depends on how well the others take to it. I don't like forcing anyone into anything like this, but I have always found that if others watch two lovers share in their sexual pleasuring each other enough, they eventually will wish to try it themselves. I'm not even sure if I want to do it myself. But I'm willing to try and learn."
"Will we get some weekends off for other things?" my cover-self asked.
"Certainly. I'm very reasonable about my boy's having their own personal lives to live also. But I may call upon you to also spend some of your other free time with me, which includes this Thanksgiving break and the week after the end of the semester."
"Thanksgiving week? And the week before Christmas?" my cover-self said.
"Shit, Tim," Joey's cover-personality said. "I haven't seen mom and dad since I came here. You know how much they've been through. And I can't just tell them I'm spending Thanksgiving having sex with my best friend. It would kill them."
"Oh, I forgot about your summer and your family problems. All right then. If you agree to the week after the semester, I'll give you the Thanksgiving break. How about that. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll never get into the Etas."
"Well Joe? I'll do it if you agree. You're the one that started us doing it anyway."
"Yeah, I know. But this isn't the same. Before we wanted to do it, but if we do this, we'll have to do it. I don't know if that's right."
"Would you be willing to just try it once to see how you feel?" Wally asked.
"I don't know.."
"How about this. Nick and Alex will be here in another hour. If you allow us to watch, I'll see to it you get invited to all the Eta parties, and perhaps use their weight rooms once or twice a week."
"Deal," my cover-self said.
"All right," Joey's reluctantly said.
"Thank you. Now that that is settled, I need to rest up. You may explore the suite freely and entertain yourselves in the rest of the rooms."
We spent the hour in a TV room, watching Loony Tunes and generally goofing off the time. At least that's what our cover-selves did. Joey and I were busy arguing across the share link.
Joey was refusing to go through with it. In fact, he was about to risk detection by altering his cover-self to say no when I talked him out of it. The more he argued though, the harder it became to envision myself making loveless love like that.
Right before Nick and Alex showed up, Joey told me he was going to close himself in and not experience it. And as the four of us went in Richardson's bedroom, Joey did just that. I was on my own.
I don't know if it was out of habit or what, but our cover-selves pulled it off. We had spent the afternoon building up to it, and we did as lovingly as that kind of sex can appear.
Richardson was very pleased, and even though he and Alex didn't try it that time, he was certain they would after enough repeat performances. This time Joey's cover-self didn't say no, and we were in.
That Saturday afternoon, in what was the biggest crock of shit ceremony I could imagine, Greg, Nick, Joey, and I all were publicly initiated as Gamma Alpha Eta brothers. However, the real initiation didn't actually happen until that evening when all the initiates were nude, pumping their weights hard with their hard cocks standing straight up. One by one the initiates had their nipples pierced with nothing more than a sterilized needle that caused each initiate to cum and cum hard. The pain signals from the needle tearing the hole through their nipple was translated into pleasure by the rat in their mind.
Joey and I managed to program our own true minds to also translate the pain into pleasure after finding out what was going on. Because Richardson had been the one to get us in and Nick was considered to be Alex's responsibility, Alex did the three of us while Blake was only granted the privilege of piercing Greg's nipple.
The weeks sped up for us after that. We had no time for anything but school work in the early mornings, classes in the afternoons, and then had to spend whatever free time we had working on this stupid charity project the fraternity volunteered for. At least we figured out why the Etas could go without sex for long periods. Every night our body's arousal grew with the physical exhaustion of our workouts until it erupted in orgasm. Our cocks' eruption always signaled it was time to quit, so whenever one of us came, that person simply cleaned up his mess, then hit the showers and crawled into bed. It was actually very satisfying, having physically worn yourself out while experiencing an extended period of intense arousal. I always felt like I had spent the day fucking like mad by the time I was pulling the sheets over my naked body.
Thanksgiving break was absolute heaven. The twins loved our daily schedule, and even loved the way we always ended the night working out and cuming before their very eyes. Sometime they even tried helping it out, but they got a big kick out of watching it erupt all by itself, always watching it like it was fireworks going off on the Fourth of July. I'm not exaggerating either.
Joey's mom and dad seemed very normal to us most of the time. They kept talking about going home and starting their old lives back up, but it just wasn't time for that kind of step yet. Three times while we were there, Joey's mom had relapses to the pain lust Steven had originally inflicted on her. And Joey never could shake the image of them going at it like a couple of wild animals at the dinner table. While it had entertained Dad, my mom got pretty upset about it, mostly because Joey had nearly ran out of the room in tears.
I was the only one who kept on eating without taking much notice. When my mom yelled at me for being insensitive, I shrugged and said, "They just have to get it out of their system. Better now than later like when they're over at Suzi's house or something," then took another bite of mashed potatoes while the table continued to shake.
My mom. She was like pregnant, you know? I mean, unless you saw her nude body enough, you couldn't tell there was anything there. Of course my dad, myself, and even Joey all knew it very well, and I swear my dad told her she was bigger every single morning.
Still couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl. But man... There was definitely something going on in there. Joey and I spent hours reviving our hobby of drawing symbols, discovering a whole new wave of them coming from the developing nervous system of my unborn sibling. Some of them were so complex, we couldn't draw them, but others were very... well, beautiful is what we thought of them as. But unless you had spent months drawing these things, you just can't appreciate their beauty.
During the week after our break, we went and got "the treatment". Boy, talk about a pain in the.. tit? After it became obvious there were no telepaths around, I scanned the doctors mind to find out what the hell they were doing to us.
Around the time a woman has a baby, their breasts produce a watery fluid called colostrum which contains proteins and antibodies to protect the baby from infection. Then after about three days, it is replaced by the milk we all knew and loved at one time.
Antibodies = Antibiotics. We were being milked for our bodies natural defenses. But we were males, right? Yeah, but we all have the equipment, even if ours are immature. And since these antibodies are not actually produced by the breasts themselves, they were simply using the mechanism which causes the increase production of antibodies and collecting them in what they called a serum sac.
It was a little disturbing to find they actually go in and surgically install some kind of artificial membrane that causes this sac to form. Then through the pierced hole in our nipple, they inject a serum that causes the antibodies to collect in the sac. Apparently it's extremely productive, and very profitable. The antibodies could be harvested three hours after the serum injection, but the body could only make so much, so only three milkings were done a day. And for a male to produce the amount of antibodies without screwing around with hormones meant for women, our bodies had to keep straining its physical limits to keep producing extra amounts of antibodies. That's the real reason for the body building.
The week following our treatments, Joey was getting very frustrated. It was already finals week, and we had no more idea of Sarah's whereabouts than we did before coming there. And while Joey wasn't shutting himself out for all the sex on the weekends anymore, he did do it for the last part of it, and the concept of spending a week doing that was really getting to him.
Then there was the fact that we had spent every weekend at Richardson's, watching helplessly as Nick was lead down what we both felt was a path not of his own choosing. If you forgot the fact that Wally had made Nick his loving slave boy, you would say that it was romantic how he let Nick decide what he would do, and when Alex would take over for him to do the rest. He was letting Nick go at his own pace, but Nick wasn't doing it for himself. He was doing it for the love which had been force upon him.
But the person I think it was hardest on was Alex. I can't imagine how difficult it was for him to watch as his lover fell in love with the person he was helping to make that happen with. More than once, Alex broke down into tears the weekend before finals, and both Nick and Wally did everything they could to comfort him, but it usually just made him cry all the harder.
I can't tell you how baaaaddd I wanted to spend a night with my old friend Jack. I mean, I was already miserable. A little more misery later wouldn't hurt if I could escape it all for a little while. Didn't happen though.
After our last final, Joey and I met Nick to be picked up to go to Robertson's. To our surprise, instead of being picked up, Nick DROVE us there without us getting knocked out.
Next shock: Joey got tired of listening to Nick talk about how he was looking forward to spending the whole week with us and Wally. So he asked Nick to take off his ear ring.
"Sorry, Joe. That doesn't work anymore. Wally took out all the stuff in my head weeks ago."
When Joey and I lost the color in our faces, he said, "Relax, guys. I don't think Wally knows anything about what you did. He never said anything to me about it, and he tells me everything now. And besides. Why would he be letting me drive you to him if he didn't trust you?"
"Nick," I said once I recovered my voice. "You don't understand what has happened to you. You're not yourself."
"Look. If you can do the things Wally can do, then you can look in my head for anything that shouldn't be there. If you can find them, that is."
"Shit, Tim. He has us there. It's hard enough too.. What are you smiling about?"
"Nick, pull over. I know of only one way to check if your head is really clear of his rats."
"Rats?"
"Just pull over and trust me, okay?"
He did, but he wasn't too happy about it.
"Nick, look at me," I said, capturing his eyes and opening an empathic connection. "Now, think about your feelings for Wally and Alex. Just concentrate on them."
"Okay.. This feels weird, in.. a... nice.... way.." he said, ending in a whisper.
I dived deeper and deeper into the emotions he was spewing out. For what felt like hours, I searched for any signs of dark blotches, or even specks, but the only ones I found were purely harmless. Like the kind that kept him eager to keep his body fit and blocked any discomfort from the milkings.
I finally gave up, and when I came out, Nick blinked, then smiled and said, "You didn't find anything did you."
"Nothing I was looking for or would see reason to remove. How long did that take, Joey?"
"Joey? Sounds like you two are getting kind of sweet on each other again," Nick said with another smile as he started the car up.
"About an half an hour, Douglas," Joey said with a grin.
"Douglas? You mean Douglas and Joey are you real names? Shit. Who are you two? Undercover cops or something?"
"No... He was joking, Nick. Look in the mirror. You'll see his smirk still on his face."
Joey stuck his tongue out at Nick, then kept grinning.
"You're in a good mood all of a sudden," I said to Joey.
"I guess I feel better knowing that Nick is doing things the way he wants too."
"Yeah," Nick said. "I love him. I can't explain why, but I do. He's so.. vulnerable."
"Shit," Joey exclaimed.
"I know. He's not really. But he is to me. And to Alex. Oh Alex.." Nick said with a sigh. "You know what happens on Wednesday?"
"No. What?" I asked.
"Alex forgets all about Wally. It's going to be so hard for him," Nick said, not bothering to clarify who it would be so hard for.
A few hours later, we entered Central State's campus, and I suddenly knew what had changed Joey's mood. If Wally really did trust us enough with his location..
"Can I ask you guys a personal question?" Nick asked suddenly as he pulled into a parking spot.
"Yeah," we both said.
"Were you nervous the first time... you know.."
"No, we don't know," I said, having felt Joey's confusion echoing my own.
"The first time you had someone fuck you," he said quickly.
"Oh.."
"Nervous.. No. Scared. Yes." Joey admitted.
"Really?" I said to him. "I guess I don't remember that. I just remember how much it hurt."
"Yeah, and that's why I was scared. You probably had it the easiest. You went first."
"You guys aren't making me feel any better about this," Nick said with wide eyes.
"Nick, we can't tell you whether you should or should not do it. It has to be your choice, and not anyone else's. Especially not Wally's, not that I think he is putting all that great of pressure on you at once. But if he really does love you, and you don't want him to do it, then he shouldn't. You know? That's what real love is. Making do with what the other wants."
"Yeah.. Exactly.." Nick said, finding himself even more perplexed.
"Look, my friend. No matter what you think, Wally is manipulating you into considering doing something you personally don't want to do. That's wrong. Don't let him use you then toss you out after four years like he's doing with Alex. You don't deserve to be used like that. You don't use people you love. That is what Wally does. He uses people."
"But what about letting Alex live his own life?" Joey pointed out.
"Fine. But let Alex decide whether or not he wants to leave. I think Alex desperately wants to stay. Wally's the one who making him leave. He's done using him, so he throwing him out after Alex helps break in someone else he can use."
"You make him sound so... Maybe he shouldn't be so trusting of you. Maybe he should know about what you two did."
"Nick, ask yourself this. Do you want Alex to forget Wally?"
"No! Well, yes if he can't stay."
"Do you think Alex wants to go?"
"No.. All right. I can see what you mean, but... Shit. I hoped you would made things clearer, but now everything's even more complicated," Nick sighed. "Come on. We should have been here almost an hour ago."
Nick led us into a medical building, much like the one on our campus but bigger. After getting on the elevator, Nick punched the door close button, then opened the phone box and simply dialed a number in and hung up. Every light on the panel lit up before the elevator began moving up.
Over the weekends, Richardson had only invited a few couples over to watch us in our dirty sex. But there were nearly forty couples there by dinnertime, six of which were younger than Joey and I, and another five which were male/female pairs.
Seeing Conner and Toby french kissing madly in the corner disturbed Joey and I, even after we found out that they had been closet cases. They had never admitted it to anyone, especially to themselves until they had the chance to come out at Wally's place. We couldn't help but wonder if they would have been just as happy staying in the closet.
(We didn't understand what the closet was like, so we were simply not qualified to judge something like this.)
I found myself respecting Wally, even though I felt he was doing some bad things. But he never asked anything of us that we wouldn't do with the right kind of coaxing, and as far as I knew, that's the way he worked it with the rest of them too.
We were surprised to find we were not required to perform for anyone. In fact, there were no requirements placed on anyone. Only those who wished to spend a "lovers" day with Wally, Alex, and Nick where instructed on what to do, and then it simply worked just like the weekends except accelerated slightly to fit everything into a single day. I believe everyone spent at least one "lovers" day, quite a few spending more than just one.
Joey and I spent the first two days watching TV, chatting with the others, wistfully eyeing the heterosexual couples, and generally bored from the lack of excitement. Every night except one we slept on the floor with only a single cover and pillow to share, and since we weren't allowed out of the suite, Joey and I felt trapped in toy box filled with the wrong kind of toys.
On the third morning I asked Joey if we could spend it in the "lovers" room, and surprisingly Joey agreed without me having to talk him into it. I still gave him my reasons, but I think he was just as worried about Nick as I was.
"Hi guys," Nick said meeting us at the door with a smile as the last group filed out and we filed in. "You gonna join us for the day?"
"Yep. How's Alex and Wally doin'?" Joey asked.
"As well as can be expected, I guess. Alex and I cried last night after everyone else was bedding down. I'm starting to think you were right, Tim. Wally hasn't cried once, and I can't understand that. He's so loving with Alex, and me too, but more so with Alex. But.. I better stop before I get gushy." Then Nick paused before looking at Joey and asking," Are you guys gonna.. you know.. Get dirty?"
"Uhm, I think I'll let that be up to Tim," Joey said looking at me.
"If you are, I need to know so I can leave enough time for it in the end. I know Wally would like you to, but I haven't given him everything he wants, and I'm not going to either. So it's up to you to do what you want."
"Good for you Nick," I said. "I just hope he doesn't force you."
"He won't. I know him enough to know he won't. Alex's getting pretty upset with me about it, but he knows Wally would have a fit if he tried to force me to. Oh. Don't be too surprised if Alex and I start something. We kissed the other night after Wally went to sleep, and I'm going to see how Wally reacts to it when we try it today in front of him."
We heard Alex calling Nick's name, but Nick replied, "I'm not ready yet. Let them wait, Alex."
"Shit, Nick. You really have taken the reigns," Joey said.
"Yeah. That's another thing I love about all this. What I say goes. Or at least it does when it comes to the boys. Speaking of which, I need an answer about you doing the dirty stuff."
I turned to Joey and said "Joe?"
"I said I'd do it if you want to," Joey said with a frown.
"Well, you had your chance. Okay, Nick. We'll do it. I think we owe it to Alex to give him one more chance. Uhm, Nick? One question. I imagine I'd find out later, but... How far have you gone with Wally. Or Alex?"
"How far do you think I've gone?" Nick said mysteriously.
"Well, I know you kissed them both, but apart from getting a few blow jobs from them, I haven't seen you do anything else. I didn't mean to get personal or anything."
"That's okay, you didn't. I'm not going to say though. You're right. You'll find out later today. I better go. Alex is giving me his frustrated look."
Even though the bed was huge, everyone besides Wally, Alex, and Nick claimed a place on the floor. But as Joey and I were looking for a spot of our own, Wally himself called us over and invited us on the bed with them.
"Thanks, but we don't want to intrude.." Joey began.
"Yeah. It wouldn't be fair to the rest," I said, looking around at the packed room. "Shit. It almost looks like everyone is in here."
"Everyone is in here," Alex said. "Nick's been telling everyone about your dirty sex without actually telling them what it was."
"Nick said you were going to do it, so you might as well share the bed with us since they're all here to see you more than to see us," Wally said in his soft gentle voice. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Shit. You can't tell me none of these guys never tried it," Joey said.
"I'll let you in on a little secret, boys," Wally said, grinning larger than I ever saw him do before. "Practically everyone in this room has tried it, but only because they felt they had to, not because they wanted to. Even Alex and I have tried it a few times. But you two do it with such passion. With such a great desire to pleasure the other that it makes you forget how disgusting it is. That's what we are all here to see. We hope to learn how to love someone so much that you lose yourself in pleasuring the other as much as the pleasure the other gives you."
Joey and I were avoiding looking at their and each other's faces, but when I saw Joey glance at me, I glanced back, and then after we both glanced again at the same time, we glanced at Wally and nodded our heads. We stopped glancing then too.
As far as we could tell, Wally didn't use his telepathy to scan the minds of others. We had never felt him probe our minds, and apart from his clearing out the commands others had given Alex and Nick, he simply didn't seem motivated to bother with them. It fit his personality of letting other do things for him while he just sat around and enjoyed the attention his docile nature demanded. So we didn't see Wally as a threat to our cover, and that's why we hadn't bothered raising our cloaked personalities while we were there.
But we did have our barriers up just in case of a surprise attack, and we had brought our coins with us believing they would aid us if we started to get overpowered. So even though we only had brought the clothes on our backs, Joey and I had kept our jeans on since the coins were in our jeans pockets.
We showered every morning whenever one of the bedroom showers were free, so we weren't stinking or anything. But living in the same pair of jeans for almost three days straight does tend to make them just a bit raunchy themselves, and since we would be spending most of the day without them, we accepted Alex's offer to have them washed.
So as we were taking our jeans off alone outside the room, Joey and I were busily trying to decide what to do with our coins. We definitely didn't want them to go with our clothes, but we didn't have anything else on us except for our...
"Watch" Joey signaled through the share link.
So I watched him. I watched him loosen the strap of his wristwatch, then realized he didn't mean the verb watch, but the noun.
After we both had slipped our coins between our skin and the back of our watches, we admired how well they were hidden before putting our clothes on the table next to the elevator like we had been told.
Joey and I returned to the room to find Alex laying behind Wally, rubbing Wally's upper back lovingly with a distant look in his eyes. You could tell that he was remembering his own experiences of passionately exploring Wally's mouth with his tongue like Nick was doing.
Nearly everyone in the room had already started doing the same, but as Joey and I waded through the room to the bed, I became increasingly aware of how hard it was going to be to do the same thing with Joey.
When we tried to kiss, it felt forced and we both sensed it. It was like trying to kiss... I don't know. A mannequin maybe. It just didn't have that special feel to it. There was no magic, no spark, no... Well, I was going to say no love, but that really wasn't the problem. I guess you could say we were burnt out. We were tired of all the kissing our cover-selves had done for us, and in a way, we were just plain tired of the whole deal. We wanted to go home really bad right then, but yet we both knew we were getting too close to stop.
So without having to tell the other one, we both just activated our "cloaking device" and set the controls on automatic. We didn't even really care what went on around us until suddenly I realized my coin was gone.
"Shit," I said after taking control back and breaking the embrace we were in.
"What's the matter?" Alex said from behind me.
"I lost something," I said, getting up on my hands and toes to look underneath me.
"What?" Joey asked.
"My coin."
"Shit," Joey agreed, checking for his and finding it still there.
"Come on," I said, trying to roll him over. "See if it's underneath you. It probably slipped out while we were 69ing an hour ago."
"Nope," he said after getting up on his hands and toes and not seeing anything under him.
"What are you looking for?" Wally said while Nick rolled away from him to face us also.
"Just a coin," I said, hoping to down play its importance as much as possible.
"A coin? What kind of coin?" Nick said, feeling the bed around him with his arms and hands.
"A good luck charm my dad gave me. It's red. It should be really easy to see on these white sheets."
"Found it," Nick said holding it up for us to see.
"Nick, let me see that," Wally said sitting up.
I think my heart stopped while I watched Wally actually stretch out to take my coin from Nick instead of waiting for Nick to bring it to him.
"You say it's a family heirloom?" Wally asked as he examined it closely.
"Yeah. My dad's dad gave it to him, and then my dad gave it to me when we met. Why?"
"It's just like the one.. but it doesn't... Ah..."
I held my breath, knowing he must have seen it was shielding itself and he would suspect I had been the one to make it do it.
But then he sighed and said, "Oh well. It must be a replica."
"A replica of what, lover?" Alex asked.
"I'd like to share a story with you all," Wally said loudly. "Could everyone gather around?"
As people started to sit up and move towards the bed, Alex suddenly shouted, "Someone kick McKinley's ass and tell him to knock it off!"
After the two guys who had gotten lost in their passion had been playfully kicked by seven or eight other guys, Wally held up my coin and began.
"I was five years old when I first saw a coin like this. It was shown to me by an old man who needed to find another like him to pass it on to before he died. His name was Amos Robertson.
"I didn't have a last name, you see. I was just Wally, the orphan, the boy who didn't know who or what he was other than he was lonely. Amos came to my orphanage and after the staff had all the boys line up outside, Amos went down the line having each boy hold his coin and tell him what they felt. When it was my turn, I took it, then I was startled when I thought it was alive. I instantly dropped it, and before anyone could stop it, it rolled into the rain sewer and we never saw it again.
"Amos was furious. I was crying as he yelled at me, so he didn't understand what I was saying at first. When he realized I had felt something alive about it, he smiled at me and told me it was okay, that he didn't need it any more.
"Amos took me home with him that day, and he gave me all the love a boy could ask for. He helped me discover my special abilities, taught me everything he knew, and I was six and a half when I made love to him after watching him make love to hundreds of boys and men for over a year.
"He died less than six months later, and I still miss him. He's was my father, my brother, and my lover, and I'll never stop loving him for that. I don't remember the coin he had tested me with every well. But it was red and transparent like this one. But this one has no life, and no love. So here is your coin, Tim. Thank you for sharing it with me."
"Thank you," I said, looking at him in the eyes with compassion as I reached out to take it from him.
When my finger tips touched the coin, a surge of emotion from Wally suddenly triggered an empathic connection to form. We both froze as I struggled against the violent storm of emotion pouring out of him, a strange mixture of loneliness, compassion, and... patience.
The connection was violently broken by Joey slapping me in the face right before activating his cloak personality and signaled over the share link urgently for me to do too.
I just got it up before I felt Wally's probe scan it, then insert commands that reduced our cover-selves to obedient slaves.
"Isaac! Phone!" Wally demanded.
"Yes, my lover!" one of the men on the floor said as he jumped to his feet and ran out the door.
"What's going on, Wally? What did they do?" Nick asked concerned.
"I don't know, Nick," Wally said soothingly. "I'm just going to have them checked out and make sure they can't harm us, all right? I promise your friends won't be hurt."
"What do I do with his coin?" Alex said, holding it between his fingers, examining it intensely.
"Phone, my lover," Isaac said presenting it.
"Isaac, since you're already up, go see if their clothes are back, and bring them here if they are," Wally said, taking the phone from him.
As he dialed, Wally said to Alex, "I'm not a thief. After they put their clothes on, give it back to him and.... Hello? This is Robertson. Patch me through, Kristen. I don't care if they're busy. Do as I say."
He waited a moment, then said, "It's me. I just had a rather unusual experience with one of my boys. I think you better take a look at two of them right away. No, nothing like that. At least I don't think so. It was.. different, but definitely worth you checking out. Oh, and please make sure Gina doesn't get a hold of them. I don't wish to have to clean up their minds after her. You know I hate doing that. Thank you.... I love you. Bye bye."
Wally sighed, then looked over at Alex who was giving him a questionable look.
"What? That was just the good doctor."
"I knew that. You were telling me what to do with the coin?"
"Oh," he said. "Have them get dressed and give it back to him. Then send them down stairs to be picked up."
"Were are they going?" Nick said concerned.
"They're going to go see the Doc," Alex answered him with a grin that told me we were not going to get a physical, but more like a mental.