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CALL ME BOB [ part 13 ] April finally finished her story and I looked at the clock, we still had a few minutes left so I sent Paul, Tanya, Carol and John to the sink to wash their faces, perversely I didn’t let April. I told the class to dress and prepare for the bell, it was at this point I informed them that I would be absent in the morning and that Jackie would be looking after them if I wasn’t back by the afternoon. There was a general moan from the class but that turned to cheers when I told them that she would be carrying on with the lesson – I don’t know how she would react to the fact, even though she was fine with the thought, of a class of naked children! Charlene and I returned home to another meal cooked by a neighbour, this time there was a plate and food for Charlene as well. “It’s nice to see such a happy young lady,” The woman said as she left the house. Charlene turned to me puzzlement evident on her face, “Uncle Bob, why do those women cook your dinner?” she asked me. I wondered if I should tell her, well we’d already met up in her dream place. “Well Charly I found out something . . .” I started to say but there was a bang on the window which made us both look up. When I didn’t see anything from my seat I went to look out. On the ground, stunned, lay a blackbird! I went outside and picked up the bird – you couldn’t tell when a cat might decide to have a meal – I could feel its heart pumping away. I glanced up into the sky “Alright I can’t tell her, yet!” I said to nobody in particular. Feeling the small body in my hands move slightly I opened them, the blackbird stood on my hands and looked around before taking off – making a rapid call of warning as it do so. I went back inside, Charlene looked up from her meal, “It was just a bird Charly, now it’s okay and has flown away.” I told her, sitting down and picking up a fork to start eating my meal. Charlene looked at me “Uncle Bob, what am I going to do tomorrow when you’re at the hospital?” She asked. “Ah, yes, well I didn’t want to scare you but you’re coming with me so that the doctors can examine you to make sure you’re fine.” I told her gently so as not to upset her. Charlene looked at me, “But mummy never took me to a doctors, she always looked after me if I was ill.” A statement that made me raise my eyebrows, Charlene dipped her head, “Well, she gave me tablets if I needed them.” She amended. “Which is why you need to have a complete examination, don’t worry they won’t hurt you.” I told her seeing her face start to screw up with worry, “And I’ll be there so don’t fret so.” I finished smiling at her. She continued eating her food and then helped me with the washing up, I sent her into the living room to watch T.V. while I went into my study to check the schoolwork and also to check on Carol. I sat back and closed my eyes. I concentrated on Carol and found myself standing in a dining room, Carol was smiling and eating a meal, across from her was a man, her father I recognised from previous PTA meetings, who was also smiling. “Can we do it again daddy?” She asked her father. “Yes darling, I’m sure your mother would like that.” He replied. I could see that she was happy – see the story CMB – Paul and Carol – and so I concentrated on Paul . . . . . . I was in a bedroom, a boy was lying, naked, on his bed with his eyes closed, he was masturbating away. “Oh Carol . . . Carol . . . Carol” He was saying until his release – his sperm flying up to his chest as white froth. His door opened and a younger girl entered the room, “Paul, mum says your dinner’s getting cold . . . WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She had finally noticed Paul’s state. “CHRISSY!” Paul’s eyes flew open in shock, “Why didn’t you knock?” He asked the girl. “Well mum said you had to come downstairs . . . why are you undressed and what’s that on your chest?” she asked and before he could stop her she had placed a finger into the white pool of liquid collecting in his navel, before bringing it up to her lips . . . “It’s salty, what is it?” She asked again. “It’s private Chrissy, I’ll tell you about it later, just don’t tell mom and dad, okay?” Paul said reaching to a box. “’kay.” Crissy said watching as Paul used a tissue to mop up his sperm, Chrissy was still sucking on her fingers as she watched Paul don a t-shirt and jeans, “Ain’tcha gonna put on underwear?” She asked. “Nope! Mum want’s me downstairs now doesn’t she?” Paul reminded his sister and the pair left his room to go downstairs. I couldn’t feel any problems with the others of the class . . . or none of them felt threatened at the moment, so I returned home. ---- Charlene was sitting in a chair watching me as I opened my eyes she smiled at me. “Hello Uncle Bob are you feeling better now.” I smiled back at her, “Yes thank you Charly, what’s wrong?” I asked her as I expected her to be glued to the television. “Oh nothing’s wrong Uncle Bob, I just wanted to be near you that’s all.” Charlene said and I realised that this was all she wanted, somebody to be near and to comfort her, something missing from her life. I reached out to her she got from her chair and ran to me placing herself on my lap, she threw her arms around my neck and just held onto me like that. “Uncle Bob, why didn’t you tie me up in class today?” She finally broke her silence to ask me. I looked at her in surprise, “Well you weren’t being punished for anything, that was the main reason I chose April and Paul, it was a way of making them display themselves without being able to stop anyone.” I said. “It wasn’t much of a punishment was it? Paul and Carol made out so much that she gave him as many organisms as he gave her!” Charlene said watching me as she deliberately mispronounced the word. “So you wanted organisms did you?” I said copying her mistake, Charlene nodded her head, “Well when we have time I’ll get you some goldfish. How’s that?” I told her. “That wasn’t what I wanted!” She exclaimed pulling back from me. “I meant that I wanted you to . . .” She went red and started to move away from me in embarrassment. I held her tight and didn’t allow her to retreat, “Charly I know want you wanted and I’m playing around with you, now sit back here.” I told her gently, she sat back as I asked her and hid her face in my neck - I could feel tears on my skin. “It’s alright Charly, I’m not angry with you just puzzled. I was forcing those two children to allow me to tie them down so that they couldn’t move. I could have done anything to them, including whipping them raw.” “But Uncle Bob, you’re not like that. You couldn’t hurt any of us, we know that.” Charlene said and I could feel her certainly in her statement. - note to future mind controllers . . . don’t get involved with your victims, you’ll never be able to torture them at all! – “But I could – couldn’t I? What if I was just putting on a show? Then you’d allow me to do anything and not feel fear until it was too late! I mean you might be snuggled up close to me - feeling nice and safe – and then all of a sudden . . .” I started to tickle her until she couldn’t stop from laughing. “Plu . . . please Uncle Bob . . . no more . . . no more please.” She begged and so I released her to allow her to run away to the toilet - where a near catastrophe was averted. She returned a few minutes later and cautiously approached me. “Uncle Bob can I sit with you again?” She asked. “Will you be safe?” I asked her “I don’t care! I want to be with you!” She said and put her fists on her hips. “Alright Charly, I won’t tickle you again.” I told her. “You promise?” She asked me. I shook my head, “No promises, remember I’m not a nice guy!” I said smiling at her. “Yes you are, silly!” Charlene said and clambered back onto my lap, as she did so I noticed something, or rather something missing. “Charlene where’s your knickers?” I asked her. She went red in the face, “I got them wet . . . I put them with the dirty linen.” She said and I could see fear in her face as she expected me to be angry. I laughed, not nastily but a belly laugh which made her smile and then she began to giggle along with me, finally she leant her head onto my shoulder. “Uncle Bob?” She paused, I just looked at her and didn’t speak, she began again, “Uncle Bob, some of the girls said I should be looking after you . . . what did they mean?” She turned away so I couldn’t see her face. “Charlene! Haven’t you been paying attention in class?” I said, “Or were you sitting with your eyes and ears closed?” “I have been watching Uncle Bob, but you’ve never shown yourself to any of us! Why is that? Do you have something wrong with you?” Charlene asked the question innocently. “Well I do have this arm which stops me. . .” I began. “But you won’t have that after tomorrow, so there’ll be nothing to stop you. I just thought. . .” She faltered and then went quiet. “You just thought?” I prompted her. “I’d better have my bath!” Charlene said trying to jump off my lap, but I held onto her. “Not so fast young lady!” I said, “what did you just think? That I would do to you what Tracy and Roger did?” Charlene still didn’t look at me, “yes Uncle Bob.” She finally admitted. I hugged her, “Oh Charly I don’t think I could, it would hurt you if I did that and you’ve been through too much already.” I didn’t mention that when I did take her the medical she was going to have would have shown it, and I would be the prime suspect. Oh I could ‘influence’ the examiner to ignore that, but then would he miss any serious injuries at the same time? “Oh no! You’re just saying that! You don’t really like me!” Charlene tried to use her trump card. “We’ve been through this young lady, I’m not going to talk about it again! Now you’re going to have a bath and some more of that lotion.” I allowed her to slip to the ground. Charlene folded her arms. “I’m not having a bath!” She declared but I saw a brief smile as she said it. “We’ll see when I get back!” I went into the bathroom and started pouring the water into the tub, looking around I saw that a bottle of bubble bath had appeared, probably one of my neighbors had decided that as I was looking after a young girl she should be treated as one. I poured a generous measure into the water and started agitating the mixture, bringing up a mass of bubbles in the bath. I managed to find the water and decided that it was jus the right temperature for Charlene. I returned to the living room where Charlene was still standing with her arms folded. “Into the bathroom with you young lady!” I said. “Shan’t!” Charlene said and stomped her foot to emphasize her statement. “Oh no?” I said daring her with my tone. “No! You can’t make me!” Charlene said, double daring me, and now bringing her arms down to her sides and thus making it easier to pick her up one handed. She gave a squeal as I did so. “Put me down!” She said. “Okay . . . you’re dirty, sweaty and your feet smell!” I told her as I entered the bathroom. “They don’t!” Charlene said slightly outraged. “What doesn’t?” I asked trying to sound disinterested. “My feet! They don’t smell” Charlene said trying not to laugh. “How would you know? You’re nose is so far away from them! Now undress and get into that bath!” I told her. “No, you do it!” She said. I grabbed hold of her jumper and, somehow, managed to pull it over her head, I placed it in the linen basket and then started on her blouse, the buttons – as always – were tricky but I managed it. The blouse also went in with the dirty washing. Charlene stood in front of me, wearing just her skirt and socks. Her shoes had apparently been taken off earlier. “Well Charly are you going to take the rest off?” I asked her, in reply she sat on the floor and waved her legs at me. I took this to mean no, but I did enjoy the sight of her hairless pussy as her movements revealed her lower body beneath her skirt. She began to get impatient with me, “Uncle Bob are you ever going to take my socks off?” She said. I smiled at her, “Well Charly with what you’re showing me I could stay here forever.” Charlene frowned at my words and then when red in the face as she realised what she was showing, she brought her hands down between her legs, holding her skirt as she did so. “Spoilsport!” I said smiling. I then pulled off her socks leaving her in just her skirt, she got to her feet and I undid the button and zip at the side of her skirt allowing it to fall to her feet. Charlene gave a wide smile and then turned around on the spot showing herself to me, before placing her fists back on her hips and pushing those same hips out to me. “And where, young lady, did you learn to stand like that?” I asked her. “Carol did! She told us all that we should show ourselves off at all times.” Charlene said proudly and then she looked at the bath, “Oh wow, bubbles!” She exclaimed. This time I stopped her from getting into the bath, “That isn’t really a good idea.” I said to her, she paused and looked at me. “But you told me to have a bath!” She said her lower lip quivering as she thought I was going to hold back on her luxury. “I’m not on about the bath, it’s the showing off that I’m saying is a bad idea.” I had pictures of my class being abducted en-mass because of their displays. “We’re not going to do it to everyone, just those we know” she emphasised the words as if I was stupid . . . which might not have been wrong. “Okay then so you know me and so you’re showing yourself off to me, but what about anyone looking in the window, how are they going to react?” I asked her, Charlene took an anxious look around. “Well then . . . I supposed they got a nice show?” Charlene said with at faultering question mark in her voice. “Get in the bath!” I said with a mock growl in my voice, and then received a face full of water as Charlene practically threw herself into the bubbling mass. She resurfaced and looked at me, bubbles clinging onto her and giving her a crown, “Sorry Uncle Bob, but you did tell me to get in quickly.” She said and there was a giggle in her voice. I looked at my wet shirt and decided to take it off, aware that I was being watched by Charlene as I did so, “Uncle Bob, if I make more of you wet will you be taking other things off as well?” She asked in an innocent voice. “No Charlene, because that would be wrong.” I said – why was I being so damned noble about this? “One day uncle Bob, one day.” Charlene said “One day . . . But not today!” I grudgingly admitted which made her eyes shine. I let Charlene have time in the bath, I handed her the soap to let her wash herself and ignored her blatant displays where she seemed to be using the bubbles as a fan-dancer would hide behind feathers, giving occasional glimpses of flesh. “Uncle Bob? Could you wash my hair please?” she asked me from the mass of bubbles. “Of course I will, can you stand up?” I asked her She nodded and scrabbled to her feet, the bubbles cascading down her back, I reached for the shampoo, to find that Charlene had already opened it for me, I took the shower and ran more water down her head and back to clear the bubbles still clinging to her body. I managed to squeeze some shampoo on my hand and began massaging it into the silky strands of Charlene’s hair, “Oh that feels so nice Uncle Bob, mummy never washed my hair like that.” She said as she started to lean back on me, then she straightened and looked back at me, “Uncle Bob? When I have hair down there will you wash that for me as well?” She asked me pointing to her pussy. I laughed, “If you haven’t got your own boyfriend by then maybe I will.” I told her. “Ooohhhh! And I was so looking forward to Adam playing with me.” She said “Adam? Isn’t he your best friend?” I asked her wondering what I was letting myself in for now? “Yes he’s my best friend and he’s a boy, isn’t he a boyfriend?” She asked me. I thought for a moment while rising out the shampoo from her hair and then I put more shampoo in my hand, “Well I suppose in a way he is, but then you can have boyfriends that are just friends . . . but I wouldn’t worry about that just yet, you have another year or so before you start showing any major changes.” I tweaked her immature nipple which made her jump but then she realised what I meant. I returned to shampooing her hair. “So I can still have fun?” She asked and her voice showed her excitement. “Of course you can! Only remember don’t allow yourself to get hurt, and don’t hurt others . . . unless you have to, of course.” I said smiling. She turned and lifted her arms as I sprayed water over her from the shower. I stopped the water and then reached for her, she held onto my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as I lifted her out of the bath – Soaking my completely as she did so. “Thank you Uncle Bob!” She said releasing her hands to slide down my body. What could I do? . . . I grabbed hold of the towel and started to dry her with it! I’d finished rubbing the last of the lotion into Charlene’s body, feeling her skin as I passed my hand over her body. “You know Charly you are a very beautiful young lady.” I said to her gently which made her giggle “You are funny Uncle Bob, but I know you’re just trying to make me feel better.” Charlene said sadly and then gasped as I touched her clit, arching her hips up to encourage me to continue. “Please Uncle Bob, touch me again!” She begged me, I couldn’t help myself, I put more lotion onto my fingers and brought them to her pussy, rubbing along the slit and brushing her clit every so often. Charlene brought her hands down and held onto my wrist, not to stop me but to focus my hand into staying in contact with her body, bringing her hips up at the same time, “Oh Uncle Bob, Uncle Bob!” She kept on saying until she suddenly stiffened as her orgasm hit her. She relaxed onto me, her body almost boneless in her post-orgasmic bliss, I allowed her to get, rather unsteadily, to her feet. After all the attention I had paid her she started to yawn and so I sent her to bed, which she did walking naked into my bedroom! I shook my head; it seemed that I was going to be wearing boxers again tonight. I found myself yawning and decided to go to bed as well, I walked to the spare bedroom but a voice called out “Where are you going Uncle Bob?” So I went into my bedroom, took off my trousers and socks before finding a pair of boxer shorts, then I turned out the light and slipped down my current underwear before putting on the new pair. “That’s not fair Uncle Bob!” Charlene protested as I got onto the bed. “Shuttup!” I growled in a false tone which made her laugh, she snuggled up in front of me, spoon fashion pulling my good hand around in front of her and holding me tight, and in that position we went to sleep. ---- I was inside the church again, I didn’t know why as I hadn’t thought about coming here, the blind vicar was there again. “Hello father?” I said making the question an accusation. “Ah! My son, I didn’t hear you enter.” The priest said as he came close to me. “But I thought you didn’t need to hear me?” I said slightly surprised. “No, but I think you need some support . . . you have a rare gift, but it’s not as rare as you believe, other’s have it . . . some are putting the gift to ill use, and for that you’ll need to prepare yourself. Have you tried being in two places at the same time? Or hiding yourself inside your own mind?” The priest asked me, his milky orbs seeming to peer into my soul. “No . . . no I didn’t think I could.” I said, but then I thought ‘why couldn’t I? I mean when I move to another’s mind ain’t I in two places?’ “That should be ‘am I not in two places’ . . . honestly you’re a school teacher and you still have to mangle your thoughts?” He sounded mildly amused. “Sorry . . . but I’ve never tried either of those before.” I admitted. The priest smiled and brought his hands together in a sharp clap, “Well then, now the time to learn.” He said. ---- I can’t explain what he did or what I learnt, it would be impossible, like describing colour to a blind man. He taught me how to compartmentalize my mind, and move my main consciousness into a box, leaving a shadow of me still in command. It was strange to watch my own thinking processes. Then I managed to duplicate ‘myself’ to a point where I could shake ‘my own hand’ in greeting and still be aware of myself! – Please don’t ask, it would only give you a headache, and I won’t tell you what it does to me! After 6 hours of this the priest nodded. “Good! You might have a chance. Now I suggest you return to your home, you have a worried guest wandering her mind for you. Just one more thing. . . You must keep this gift a secret, tell no-body!” And then he brought his hand up to ‘my’ forehead. ---- On the grassy plain Mr. Roosevelt and Miss Barbie were dancing away and lying on a blanket was Charlene. I sat down beside her and stroked her head. “Who? . . . Oh it’s you, where were you? I couldn’t find you anywhere.” Charlene said. “I’m sorry Charly I had something to do.” I told her and, moving a part of me to my body looked at the clock – I was now using two bodies at the same time! “Charly it’s time to wake up now.” I told the young girl who nodded and slowly faded from view. The teddy bear and doll collapsed to the ground and the sky grew dark, I followed a thread back to my body where I had already gone to the bathroom while Charlene was gathering her thoughts. This was amazing I could walk around my body while still controlling it, while I was brushing my teeth I was downstairs looking through the front door I heard Charlene coming down the stairs and so I returned to my body, finished my teeth and then went downstairs to begin the breakfast. |