"Timmy, please try to be sensitive to his feelings when he first sees you?" Suzi said as she rung the doorbell. "Don't just walk in and say Hi, Eric."
"Hi, Eric," Suzi said when he answered the door.
"Hi Suz," Eric said surprised. "I would have..."
Suzi stepped out of the way so he could see who was standing behind her, and after a brief moment of not recognizing me, Eric's face became chalky white before he rolled his eyes up and promptly fainted.
"Eric!" Suzi said scrambling to break his fall as he collapsed to his right. "Tim, just don't stand there, help me!" she said holding on to his limp shoulders while partially straddling him.
I stepped inside, then after looking around a moment, I shut the door.
"That was a lot of help," Suzi said frustrated as she laid Eric's head gently on the floor and stood up. "Help me get him onto the couch, and please be.."
"..careful," she said as Eric's body got up and went over to the couch all by its self.
"Was that okay?" I asked her.
She just sighed, then went to sit down next to Eric without a word.
"He cut his hair," I mentioned as I walked over and stood at his feet.
"He cut it for your funeral," she said stroking his forehead and cheek. "Eric and I helped each other through it, but he still hasn't gotten over it. I wish you could feel things again. He hasn't been the same since you..."
Eric stirred, so Suzi slipped down the couch a little further, then bent over to give Eric a kiss on the lips. I watched patently as Eric's arms and hands sluggishly came to life, raising themselves to hold Suzi's head steady as he obviously began returning the kiss.
I wasn't sure when the kissing actually stopped, for they seemed to have a few moments just looking in each others eyes before he said, "Sorry if I scared you. That guy looked like Tim for a moment. I thought it was his ghost or something."
"Eric, he's not a ghost. See?" she said getting excited while moving over so he could see me again.
"Hi, Eric," I simply said when his expression this time was simply one of shock.
"Grrrr," Suzi said, but I ignored her since Eric had sat up.
"But how? I saw the explosion.." he said, reaching out to touch me, stopping before he did. "Are you sure it's him?"
"Sure I'm sure," Suzi said, sitting behind him and draping herself across his back. "But he isn't himself, so don't get upset if he doesn't act right."
"I still don't remember everything," I said carefully. "But I do remember us and some of the things we did."
"I don't understand.." Eric said. "How can he be alive when they confirmed he was in the car when it hit the train? They found his body..." he said before shuddering.
"His mom said his dental records were switched with someone else's, and that someone was who was in the car when the train hit it."
"My mom and dad both pretty much suspected I wasn't really dead. I've never had a cavity, and the body in the car had two fillings. But they couldn't tell anyone because they were trying to find out who did it."
"She did tell someone," Suzi said. "About a week after the funeral, she called me and asked me if I could help her go through some of your stuff. I didn't really want to, but I knew if I didn't go I'd never forgive myself. When I got there, she took me to your room, but instead of going through your stuff to pitch what we didn't want, she told me about the fillings and asked me to help her look for anything that might be missing or a clue to who could have taken you."
"I didn't know you knew," I simply said, sitting down on the couch next to Eric after he had made room.
"You mean all that time.." Eric said looking at her. "All that time you spent with me after the funeral, you knew he wasn't really dead? Why didn't you tell me!?!"
"I'm sorry, Eric!" Suzi said, seeing how upset he was. "She made me so I couldn't tell anyone, especially you. They thought whoever took Tim planted the memory of his death in your mind, and didn't want to take the chance that you might somehow warn.."
"I can't believe you lied to me," Eric said with tears running down his face. "You were the only person who made me feel like I could live without him, and all that time you knew?"
"Eric," Suzi cried when he stood up. "Please don't feel this way?! I didn't have a choice! I wanted to tell you so bad, but I couldn't because Sam.."
"You're being very emotional for no reason, Eric," I said, standing up and catching his arm as he turned to leave the room. "My mom must have programmed her so she couldn't remember it when she was with you or anyone else. She never lied to because she simply didn't know except when she was alone or with my mom or dad."
"Oh," Eric said, my calm words having penetrated his chaotic emotions to reach his intelligent self. "So she really was as miserable as I was?"
"Eric, I was even more miserable," Suzi said between tears. "You only lost Tim. I lost Tim, Joey, and Brandon," she said before placing her face between her arms on the sofa's arm rest and started to cry in earnest.
"I'm sorry, Suzi," Eric sobbed, rushing up beside her and kneeling on the floor. "I..."
Eric fell apart at that point, but accepted Suzi's embrace so they could cry together. I stood there wondering how I ever managed to put up with their emotional instability, then recalled times where I had been the one who was crying in their arms.
The nice thing about not feeling emotions was I had a lot of patience for practically everything. I calmly waited for them to settle down, then handed them the box of Kleenexes I had been holding, Eric snickering at me for doing so.
"What?" I said, not seeing what he thought was funny.
"You wouldn't understand, Timmy," Suzi said sniffing and grinning.
"What exactly is wrong with him?" Eric said after studying me a moment.
"We're not sure, exactly," Suzi said. "He doesn't seem to have any.. feelings."
"She means I don't seem to experience emotions like the rest of you do. Actually, I don't consider it to be a bad thing. I can think much clearer without my emotions getting in the way."
"But what about the good ones?" Eric said, reaching up to grasp my hand.
"What about them? They were just as distracting as the bad ones, and good feelings seemed to always be followed by bad ones."
"You sound like that guy from Star Trek, Mister Spock," Eric said while peering into my eyes like Joey had. "I can't believe you won't feel anything from me doing this."
The only reason I allowed him to kiss me was because I hadn't expected him to do it like that, and even though I wanted to pull away to end the kiss, I clearly saw the damage I would do if I rejected him like that.
But the kiss only lasted a few moments, then Eric was again gazing into my eyes with a more desperate expression on his face. He looked in my eyes for several minutes without saying a word, then finally he tensed up and backed away with a colder expression than I had thought possible for his face to make.
"That's not Tim. Tim's dead," he said with conviction.
"It is Tim, Eric. He's just not.."
"I know what you said. He isn't himself. Well, you're right. He isn't himself because he isn't Tim. He does look a lot like Tim, and maybe he has some of Tim's memories, but I know... I KNOW it isn't him."
"You're being emotional again," I pointed out.
"Get out of my house, you fake," Eric said coldly.
"Eric, I know it's hard, but it really is Timmy. Just give him some time to remember.."
"Suzi, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you and Mr. Spock need to leave now," Eric said with a rough edge to his voice. "I have chores to do."
"But Eric!" Suzi said desperately.
"I think he's right, Suzi," I said. "Let's go. He just needs time to think."
"But.." Suzi said, not resisting my hand leading her to the front door.
"Bye Suz. I'll see you at school tomorrow," Eric said with stern but a shaky voice.
"Good bye, Eric. I hope you feel.. less emotional," I said before closing the door after us.
"Yeah, I bet you do," I heard him say before he let out a sob.
"Tim, we can't leave him like this," Suzi said, turning to go back inside.
"Suzi, right now your mind is clouded with your feelings for him, but if you go back inside and try to convince him I'm who I am, you'll only alienate him. Let him get over the shock, then talk to him. You had the same reaction when you kissed me and I tried to fuck you, remember?"
"I guess you're right," she sighed. "I didn't want to believe it was you, but after I calmed down, Joey and I talked and... I think I'll go over and see Joey now. Do you want me to drop you off? Or will you go with me?"
"I'll go with you," I said as she leaned into me with her arm wrapping around my back. "I still don't understand why he was so afraid of my memories returning. I know he wasn't himself, so why would I blame him for what he did?"
"You really don't, do you?" she said, stopping us and facing me. "Can I ask you something that might sound strange for me to ask?"
"I don't see why not," I said.
"Does anyone matter to you?"
"What you do mean?"
"Like, if your mom or dad, or Joey, or even me just suddenly died, would you... even care?"
"Care? Or do you mean grieve? To be honest with you, I don't know. But I'd rather not find out. I'm pretty sure I would miss you. Is that good enough?"
She didn't answer me right away, having gone around to the other side of her car, so I waited for her to let me in. She hesitated before unlocking my door, then looked me in the eyes like Joey and Eric had when I sat down.
"I'm sorry, Suzi, but whatever you all keep looking for in my eyes just isn't there anymore," I said calmly. "Maybe it will come back when I remember more, but right now I'd much rather not have to wait through another emotional scene before we go over to Joey's."
She stiffened from my words, then after she closed her eyes for a few moments, she started the car and pulled out without making a single sound.
"By the way," I said after a long period of silence. "Joey said a few things to me before we got on the plane that you might like to know."
"Like?" she said softly.
"He said that even while he was raping girls and planning things to get back at me, he still loved you."
"Well, he sure had a funny way of showing it," she said coldly.
"He couldn't take the chance of losing control of himself and hurt you when he was with you. He said that's why he stayed away from you. And I know you were the real reason he didn't want to come back with me."
"What do you mean, I was the reason?" she said, glancing at me for a moment before returning her eyes to the road.
"Joey said he was afraid you would hate him or fear him or something. He said he couldn't handle seeing it in your eyes. Why does everyone look for emotions in other people's eyes? I've been watching other peoples eyes ever since Joey said that, and I still haven't seen anything."
"What else did he say about me?" she said softly, ignoring my question.
"I don't think he said anything else, but when he got off the plane and saw his family was with my mom, he was going to run before they saw him, but then he saw you and didn't."
"He did? How do you know if he didn't... Oh. I guess you were linked with him."
"I was watching out of his eyes until they started tearing up. Why did you go to the airport anyway? You didn't even give him a hug like everyone else did."
"He didn't seem to want one," she said with a few sniffs. "I thought he didn't care about me anymore, but now..."
"Suzi, if you need to cry again, pull over and let me drive. I think I remember how."
"No," she said, speeding up a little. "I'm okay."
A couple of minutes later, Suzi swerved into Joey's driveway and jerked the car to a stop, her excitement making her hands shake as she pulled the keys from the ignition.
But before getting out, she looked over at me with a big smile and said, "Thanks, Timmy. For telling me, I mean."
"You're welcome," I said just as her car door slammed shut.
"Shit, Suz," Joey said from the front door. "You probably left tire marks on the driveway from the way pulled in. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"You want to know why am I in such a hurry?" she said grinning as she walked up to his face. "This is why."
Joey stumbled backwards when Suzi threw her arms over his head and kissed him with every ounce of energy she could put out. He clung to the door handle behind him with one hand until he had slid down to the ground, then used that hand to help hold her against him as they continued to exchange their passionate and loving kisses.
They didn't even stop when Margaret opened the door to see what was causing the door to creak, and they ended up blocking the door from closing when Joey laid down across the threshold, halfway in, halfway out.
"Shit, you two," Margaret said when they finally came up for air. "Next time you're going to do that, do it somewhere besides the front door. I don't want to have step over you if the house is burning down."
"Sorry, mom," Joey said turning red.
"Now get yourselves off the floor and let me close this door. Shit, you'd think we were trying to air condition the whole outdoors! Oh, I'm sorry Tim. I didn't see you there," she said after nearly closing the door in my face.
"How do you feel?" Joey said to me after giving his mom a hug for the heck of it.
"I'm fine. I wish people would stop asking me that."
"Sorry," he said giving me a friendly pat on the back.
Then he turned to Suzi and said, "I take it you two have been talking about me?"
"Look in my eyes, Joey," Suzi simply said. "What do you see in there?"
"I see.. I see.." he said grinning. Then his smile disappeared and he said in complete sincerity, "I love you Suzi."
"I know that now. I'm sorry that Tim had to tell me. I should have.."
"Shhh..." Joey interrupted. "Let's forget what we did or didn't do, and just concentrate on the now. I swear to you that I have never loved another as much as I love you."
I left them in each other's arms in the hallway and joined Joey's mom in the living room watching TV.
"What' wrong, Tim? Don't you want to be with Joey and Suzi?"
"Sure I do. But right now they don't have room for someone like me."
"What do you mean they don't have room for you?" she said sitting up concerned.
"Sorry. Poor choice of words. What I mean is, they're having an emotional moment that I can't partake in. Did you get a satellite dish while I was dead?"
"What? Oh.. Uhh, yes. Yes we did," she replied with difficulty.
She wanted to talk to me about my problem, but like so many others, she felt it was inappropriate and was hesitant to do so. But then she remembered who it was she was talking too, the little boy who had asked her so many questions that had required frank answers from her, and so she decided it was time to collect on some frank answers of her own.
"Tim, your mother told me you were having troubles with feeling emotions, but I never.. Do you feel any at all?"
"Unfortunately, yes. But I'm working on eliminating it."
"What? Why?"
"Because.. Well, right now I'd love to have sex with my best friend's mother, and I know that isn't something I should do."
"You're serious, aren't you?" she stammered.
"Of course I'm serious," I said, finding the movie uninteresting as my arousal continued to grow. "I don't remember, but have we ever fucked?"
She studied me a few moments, then looked down the hall finding Suzi and Joey had disappeared.
"Not properly, no," she said in a hushed voice. "I've had dreams.. nightmares really, where you or Joey changed me back into that creature... I'm sorry, Tim. I keep forgetting you don't remember a lot of these things."
"That's okay," I said flatly. "I'm used to it."
"You left some pretty big shoes to fill, so don't let yourself get swamped by it all when you start feeling like your old self. Joey, Suzi, Tom and I have all gone through it, so you can always talk to one of us if you need to, okay?"
"Thanks, Mrs. Con...ner..." I said just as my awareness began sensing something.
"Tim, what's the matter?" she said with rising concern.
"I think.. I think I better find... Joey."
I nearly stumbled out of the room while my mind continued picking up... movement of some kind, movement that wasn't there.
"Joey," I called strongly yet not panicky. "JOEY!"
I heard his reply, then a door opened from down the hall just as I started to become disorientated.
"Tim, what's wrong?!" Joey said as I dazedly sank to the floor.
"I.. don't know.. I'm dizzy and... I keep... feeling something... Lot's of somethings... floating around my.. and your head... In your head..."
"Awe shit," Joey said, realizing what was happening. "Tim, listen to me. You're going to start seeing the symbols, but I want you to promise me you won't lose yourself in watching them. You pay attention to what your other senses are telling you, you got that?"
"Yeah, I got that. So... So this is normal?"
"I guess it is for you," he said as Suzi walked up behind him.
"What's going on?" Suzi asked. "Why are you on the floor?"
"I'm just a little... dizzy," I said before closing my eyes and giving in to the sensations which were trying to overcome me.
I don't know how long I was out of touch with the outside world, but when I came too from being engulfed in a sea of symbols, I found myself in bed in a slightly familiar room.
"This isn't my room," I stated for the record before getting up and walking to the door.
"This is Joey's room," I continued to say as I walked out into the hall, dressed only in my boxer shorts with a visible woody that I ignored.
"Well look who's up," Margaret said from the dinner table as I entered the kitchen.
"How do you feel?" Joey asked, putting down his fork and standing up to help me if I needed it.
"Hungry, a little stiff, but other than that, I'm fine. What is that?"
"Spaghetti," Joey's father said, "Pull up a chair, son."
"Joey, do I like spaghetti?" I asked while I grabbed a chair from the corner and sat down at the table.
"Yeah, you do. You love mom's spaghetti sauce. You used to take some sauce home with you until you figured out how to make it yourself."
"I would have thought having a preference in taste was an emotion," Tom speculated.
"I never thought of it that way, and since I definitely do not like spinach, it must be something more physical than emotional."
I took a bite, then took another, finding the taste to be somewhat familiar. It was on my third bite when I noticed everyone staring at me, so I said, "MMMM.. Good," and continued to shovel it away.
I was just about to start on seconds when I started feeling a little dizzy again, and said so.
"Do you want to lay down?" Margaret said concerned.
"I don't really.. want to even move.." I said, while things swirled around me.
"Shit, dad. Maybe we should have taken him home like you said," Joey said.
"Too late now," I said as I felt the movements intensify. "I'm starting to feel something else going on... Where's Suzi?" I said, trying to keep my attention on the outside world like Joey had told me to do the first time.
"Huh? She went home over an hour ago."
"Oh. I wonder if she forgot to..." I said before shuddering from the intensity of the new sensations I was feeling. "Has anyone watched the weather? I'm thinking of going sun bathing tomorrow and want to get a good tan," I randomly said with some trouble.
"I'm going to call Samantha," Margaret said, getting up.
"Tim, speak to me buddy. What's goooiiinnnggg ooonnnn..."
Time seemingly slowed to an almost stand still before my very eyes. Or more like my mind had sped up to the point where everything around me was no longer moving. In fact, I couldn't budge a muscle, even my breathing seemed to have stopped.
Then just as suddenly, everything returned to its normal speed, my earlier attempt to move causing me to jerk myself off the seat. Then as I got back up on my chair, I became aware of the symbols flying around their heads, and a few coming at me from Joey.
"Hey, I see symbols everywhere," I said calmly. "Do you know what they all mean?"
"Shit, Tim. You had me scared shitless for a moment," Joey said as he sat back down. "You're the only one who knew them all as far as I know. I can decode one at a time, but you're just going to have to wait until you remember them to know what they all mean. It would take me forever to do them all."
"Oh.. Can you pass the sauce please?" I said, deciding to get on with the business at hand.
After talking to my mom on the phone to reassure her, then eating my fill of spaghetti, Joey took me home for the night.
"Joey, Suzi said we were lovers at one time," I said while we sped down the highway. "We really didn't kiss each other, did we?"
"Heh.. Uhm.. Hmm.. Well?.. Yeah, we did."
"Oh. Then it was okay that we did?"
"Yeah," he said without commenting.
"Did I ever kiss girls then?" I queried, thinking of the way Eric had kissed me earlier that day.
"Fuck, yeah. You weren't no fag, ya know. I mean.. Shit. Can't you just wait until your memory returns? I don't want to bias you accidentally. You really don't know how easy it was for you to do that to me when I was recovering from my wipe."
"But... I just have one more question."
"Oh, all right. What?"
"Do you expect me to ever kiss you again?"
"Shit, Tim. Why don't you just ask me the million dollar question..."
"That isn't an answer."
"I know it isn't. Look, right now my mind is still buzzing from what Suzi and I did today. Fuck, I'd kiss you right now just because you made that happen, but it isn't the kind of kiss you're talking about. I guess the plain and simple truth is, I don't know."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I'd enjoy kissing you. It wouldn't be right."
"I guess then that means we won't ever find out the answer to your question," he sighed. "Well, I know one thing for sure. I do like kissing Suzi, and I'll always be grateful for you getting us back together. Thanks, Timmy."
"You're welcome," I said automatically before sensing the first twinge of another emotion, one that I couldn't immediately identify.
"By the way, how are the twins? I haven't seen them yet, and you haven't mentioned anything about them."
"The twins? What twins?" I said, trying to remember who he was talking about.
Joey looked over at me in shock, then quickly pulled off the road and jerked to a stop.
"You mean you haven't seen Joy or Honey since you've been back?"
"Who? No, I haven't. Were they our girlfriends too?"
"No.. I mean.. Well no, not girlfriends. Shit. I guess I'm coming in with you after all," he said as he looked over his shoulder and pulled back on the highway.
I observed he was going at least thirty miles an hour above the speed limit from that point on, and I was considering saying something when he took an exit ramp and went a different route than I had been accustomed to.
"Are we still going to the North mansion?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Shit Tim. You showed me this way yourself. It's not any faster, but it's more fun to drive."
More dangerous, actually. The curves on that road were very sudden and sharp, and the one lane bridges made it that much more exciting. But on that night, I wasn't finding anything exciting about that road. All I could see was how big of a risk he was taking with our lives for apparently no good reason.
But I kept my opinions to myself as we swerved, sped up then suddenly slowed down again, for Joey was enjoying himself and I still was motivated towards pleasing him just a bit. He had been my idol for what seemed to me as a long time, so I just relied on his skill as a driver to get us home safe.
He did just that, but when he pulled up to the garage and honked, I must have not been thinking straight when I said, "Next time, do me a favor. Go the regular way."
"Huh? You didn't like that?"
"I didn't enjoy the endangerment of our very lives like you did, no."
"Shit, Tim. I hate to say it, but if your emotions don't show up soon, you're gonna be a pretty boring guy to hang with."
"At least I'll be around to hang with. You may not be if you drive like that all the time. Do you have any idea how many laws you broke just on the drive here? Fifteen, that's how many. You could have been locked up for.."
"Hey," he said showing a bit of irritation. "You know what made me hate you so much before?"
"No, what?"
"I hated you telling me what was right and wrong, what I should and should not do, that's what. So don't start that shit with me again. If I do something to you that you don't like, then that's one thing. But other than that, keep you fucking morals to yourself, you got that?"
"Understood. However, in this case I must point out that I was in the car with you, and therefore this falls within the category of.."
"Drop it, Tim. Just drop it. I won't drive you anywhere anymore, okay? Happy?"
"I suppose that will suffice," I said without emotion.
"Good. Now I need you to shut up for a few minutes so I can cool off. Shit, I thought I had gotten rid of these kind of feelings. You really can piss me off, you know that?"
I didn't reply, taking his request for silence seriously which it had been.
"On second thought, maybe you being like this isn't such a bad thing," he said a few moments later with a grin. "You sure don't argue with me like you used to."
My mom was already in bed, trying to catch up on some sleep. Richie wasn't giving her much peace at night, waking her up with his crying more than a regular infant would have.
(She had explained to me that I had also been a very troubled baby when it came to sleeping, but she knew from day one it was because my mind was sensing the thoughts of others around us. Apparently neither of us got any decent rest until we had taken up residence at her old childhood home in the woods. At the time she thought the reason for this was because my grandparents farmhouse was so isolated from its neighbors that I simply couldn't pick their thoughts up. But I realized later that because telepathy wasn't limited by distance but the number of minds in between, it must have been something related to what made the cellar impervious to telepathy and sensing other's thoughts.)
(But taking Richie to the old farm house wouldn't help in this case, for Richie hadn't been born with his telepathy switched on like I had. In fact, his telepathy hasn't surfaced even to this day. But he does possess the potential because the coin test says so, and as far as I know, that test has yet to fail.)
We found my dad in the north study watching a movie that had just been released in the theatres. We almost forgot what we were there for, Joey having gotten caught up in the movie's action the moment we entered the room.
"Dad," I called when the movie had settled down a bit. "We have a question for you."
"Oh yeah," Joey said, snapping out of his trance and following me towards the center cushions.
The movie stopped by the time we reached him, and I was some what surprised to find him laying against a woman's bare chest while another was at his crotch sucking away. At that moment I had a flash back of the first time I had seen him like that, and barely was able to recall who the twins were from that brief moment of time.
"Tim says he doesn't know who the twins are," Joey began. "Where are they? Why hasn't he seen them?"
My dad's expression darkened a bit as he said, "I sent them away as soon as I found out that it was Gladius who had taken Tim. I should have realized it sooner, but I would have never believed they could have had something to do with it."
"What do you mean they had something to do with it?"
"Joey, what I'm about to tell you is something that I had sworn to never reveal to anyone under the terms of my contract with Gladius. But considering he broke that contract by using the girls on my own son, I no longer am held to keeping this to myself. However, because there are a large number of telepaths who do not know this about his girls, you can not tell anyone. Understand? It could cause a war between telepaths that would be beyond your imagination."
"Understood," Joey said after swallowing hard.
"Tim already knew this, but I suppose he never told you the girls had seeded you with their controls."
"They what?" Joey said shocked. "I know they enslaved me that one time, but they undid everything right afterwards."
"What they actually did was they planted their controls in you, then restored your personality on top of it. Any pair of Gladius's empathic twins could instantly trigger those controls at any time they wished, making you do whatever they wanted you to do without any possibility of you recalling the experience later. Besides you and Tim, Honey and Joy seeded Eric and a few men who I needed to.. lets just say I no longer consider them a threat. But the twins' ability has been weakening ever since they didn't seed you in that first fuck."
"Hey, I think I remember something about that," I interrupted. "Something to do with... black collars?"
"Yeah," Joey said, pleased with my recalling that event. "We almost left them there, standing in front of the mansion holding their collars out in front of them if I hadn't looked back and saw them."
"Yeah, and then we went in and.. I made you and Suzi my slaves?"
"Only for a few minutes. Don't worry about it. It's all ancient history."
"But not to the girls, it wasn't," my dad insisted. "You don't understand what they gave up by not seeding you that first time, not to mention the vow of loyalty to me they broke by taking the collars off. It was the first time any of Gladius's girls had ever done something like that, and that's probably one of the reasons Gladius wanted Tim under his control.
"The only thing I blame the girls for now is breaking their loyalty to me and Tim in order to regain their full potentials. I'm not sure of any of the details of their involvement, but I do know that they triggered their controls in Eric while another pair triggered Tim's, and I'm fairly certain another pair did the same with you, Joey. You already said that some of your memories of what happened were probably planted by Gladius's girls."
"Yeah. But how do you know Joy and Honey were involved? I can't believe they would be apart of something like this."
"Right after Tim's so called accident, Gladius showed up to convey his condolences and asked to see how the twins were handling it. I think Honey and Joy were feeling guilty about what they did, but I naturally attributed it to being grief for Tim's death. So when Gladius offered to take the twins back with him and restore their strength to help them cope, I didn't think twice about it. But now I know it was part of their agreement."
"Dad," I said while he paused for affect. "I'm remembering more and more about the twins, and I remember them being very upset about... about my.. emotional state? I have the impression they considered me to be a terminal case. If that is true, then they may have believed they were saving my life."
My dad sat there staring at me while something ran through his mind, then he suddenly exclaimed, "I believe you're right! That's what they must have been trying to explain to me before Gladius took them... Oh my God.."
"What?" Joey asked as my dad covered his face in grief.
"When the girls came back, they were their old selves, just like before you and Tim... My girls.. My baby girls.. How could I have done such a thing? They knew they were going to be altered by him, but I just wasn't listening to what they were trying to tell me.."
"Dad, where are they now?" I asked.
"I've sent them to live at the England mansion when I thought they had betrayed me. But everything Joy and Honey were, everything that made them more REAL to me... All that is gone. I didn't know I was killing my girls when I was grieving for my mother's and son's death."
"Your mother's," I said, not having heard about this.
"About a week before your... accident, my mother died in her sleep," he said softly.
"Mr. Grodmen.." Joey said with a look of deep thought on his face. "I doubt what Gladius had done to the twins would be any different than what he did to Tim. I saw at least two sets of male twins while I was there, and they were completely under the control of another pair of female twins. They might have given them new personalities and memories like they did to Tim. Since I was able to restore Tim, then maybe when Tim gets all his marbles back, he can do something for the girls."
"Dad, I'd like to see them. I think it would help me remember more about my empathic abilities now that I remember I even have them."
My dad sullenly nodded his head, then motioned he wanted to be alone. I hesitated leaving him like that, but Joey took my arm and directed me to leave with him by a simply tug.
"Why didn't you want me to talk to him?" I asked when we entered the hall.
"Because I think he'd just get more upset seeing how different you act since your... Heh... Since your death. You understand what I mean, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good. So.. If the twins haven't been around to get you off in the mornings, what have you been doing for sex the past three days?"
"My mom has been taking care of me," I said.
"WHAT!" Joey exclaimed. Then he saw the inkling of a smile on my face, he said, "Holy shit! You were joking!"
"Just a little joke," I said, suddenly losing the humor of the moment. "Actually, mom has been helping me get better control of my arousal by doing things like letting me shower with her, or kissing her, or.."
"What do you mean kissing her? You mean on the cheek?"
"No. On the lips. Frenching mostly, but sometimes she makes me practice just dry kissing."
"Shit. You know, you're going to have a guilt trip when you get all your marbles back. You would have never frenched kissed your mom before."
"That's not what you said on the plane."
"I never said anything about french kissing her. I was talking about... you know... kisses on the cheeks and stuff."
"Oh. Well now you tell me. No wonder she was so surprised. But she never said anything about it. Are you sure I shouldn't?"
"That you will have to decide yourself, amigo. If Sam didn't say anything about it, then I guess I shouldn't either," he said, adjusting his pants as he walked.
"You're horny, aren't you," I stated.
"Yeah," he said with a little grin. "You?"
"Unfortunately."
"Is there anything we can do about it?"
"Like what?"
"Well, like finding two willing and able servants to fuck."
"I thought you said you would only love Suzi?"
"Suzi doesn't care if I fuck a few of your dad's girls once in a while. Wait 'till you remember the ring slaves, then you'll understand."
"The ring slaves... Uhm, okay. Well, if we're going to find someone to fuck, where do we go? This place is huge."
"Follow me," Joey said wearing a wicked grin.
We entered the section of the mansion where the house staff lived, naturally there being several fine looking young women who were quite pleased to line up nude for us so we could choose.
"Kind of reminds you of old times, eh?" Joey said, feeling a well endowed light brown haired woman's snatch with his hand.
"Not really. We didn't get to see them nude until after we had picked them. Remember that one woman who had padding in her bra?"
"Yeah. You fucked her anyway, didn't you."
"Well, a cunt was a cunt, and that's all I cared about. But now..." I said, giving a bleach blonde's two inch diameter nipples a lick. "I like a little more tit to my fuck."
"You know... Your mom's breasts are bigger than they used to be. I guess she's breast feeding Richie, huh?"
"Yeah, but just not him." I said.
"What do you mean.. You're kidding me again, aren't you?"
"Nope.. Richie favors her left one, so she lets dad and I share the right one. It tastes kind of strange at first, but it's really a turn on, if you know what I mean."
"Shit.. I can't believe you get to.. Man, that would be wild!"
"You want to try it? I think she'd let you."
"Yeah, man.. Wow.. Okay, I want this one," he said, gently pulling the darkly tanned brunette with nice firm yet not too large tits by her slit to him.
"Uhm, I think..." I said, glancing between the bleach blonde and a cute oriental. "I think.. I guess both of you.."
"Shit, you are horny."
"Well, talking about my mom's tits can do that to me."
We went to my room with our intended fucks, and didn't waste any time getting stripped and in bed with them. I was kind of surprised by Joey's immediate penetration, for it had been the first time I had seen him just start fucking without any foreplay. Of course that was what I did myself, having only sucked the blonde's tits a few moments before sliding into her and going to town.
As I felt my orgasm approaching, I began recalling different things about what I could do to a woman while we fucked. I blocked my orgasm from peaking, then began experimenting with my magic touch, finding how good it made me feel to give the woman underneath me as much pleasure as I could.
Joey was asleep by the time I had worn the blonde maid out, so I took the oriental kitchen worker into the bathroom and tried something new.
I suspended the commands which had made her a slave, then as the nineteen year old woman came to senses, I captured her eyes with mine and started generating incredible strong emotions of happiness and attraction, using my empathic abilities in a way I had never considered possible before.
Her fear and confusion disappeared moments after they had formed, then she reached out and hesitantly touched my bare chest before pressing her hand against it while rubbing it up and down.
I eased up on the strength of the attraction I was projecting, and when her hand didn't stop her caresses, I began projecting different emotions just to see what her reaction was.
While I didn't exactly abuse her, I did cause her a considerable amount of stress as I played with her emotions while seeking out information on how to best use these new found powers I had. Once I had mastered fear and unhappiness, I primarily focused on the best way to get her want to fuck me whenever I felt like it without having to directly control her in anyway.
By the time I had worked all that out, she was so tired from her ordeal that I didn't even fuck her, just restored the slave commands and sent her to bed with the rest. But I wasn't about to quit unsatisfied, so I woke Joey's pick and quickly had her in the bathroom with her mind temporarily free of commands.
She never even formed a single fear before her arousal rocketed at the sight of my dick. I had complete control over my own emotions, and thus I had complete control over her by projecting into her what I wanted her to feel.
I learned a great deal from that one fuck. By the time I had allowed myself to shoot my seed inside her ass, the girl had done every form of sexual intercourse we could imagine, and I literally had worn her and myself out.
Before I fell asleep, however, I sensed how wrong it had been to play with them and other girls like that. They had no choice about it, and I realized that having the choice was what life was really about.
As I let my eyes close, I understood what Joey's mom had meant. Filling my own shoes wasn't going to be easy, but I knew it was inevitable that I would in time.