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    The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY").
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[Author's note: The first two parts to this story were
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Title: Dream State

Author: JiMC

Version: $Revision: 1.15 $ $Date: 2004/07/31 03:07:16 $

Chapter 7--"I've been waiting such a long time... for
Saturday!"

    I woke up, famished.  Debbie and Mary weren't in my room.

    I had a thought to "reach out" to them to find out where
they were.  At which point, I stopped.

    A weird thought came to me.  What were the ethics of
having this mind power?  Didn't Mary and Debbie deserve some
privacy?

    Funny... that had not occurred to me before.

    I found myself brooding over and over about it, unable to
come to a decision.  However, I made a little promise to
myself: I would limit my "visits" to Mary's and Debbie's
minds until I sought their opinions on the matter, and until
I felt comfortable with doing so.  Aimee might have an
opinion on this as well.

* * *

    Mary had brought my clothes from my apartment (which had
not been used yet!) the day before, and I found some clean
clothes and underwear and decided to take a shower.

    I spent about a half hour luxuriating in Mary's shower,
letting the hot water caress my back and the steam clear out
my head.  My mind kept on thinking back to watching Mary and
Debbie getting it on before, and I found myself getting
semi-erect.

    Mary's shampoo had an apple scent to it, one of the kinds
that you find in beauty shops--a bit feminine, but nice.  It
wasn't the scent I preferred, but I knew that my hair needed
a good scrubbing.  Unfortunately, it ended up making my hair
feel like a used Brillo pad.  Apparently, Mary and I had
different hair types.

    I stepped out of the shower, and realized that I had left
my clothes in Mary's bedroom.  I toweled off quickly and
wrapped the towel around my waist.  I opened the door, and
was surprised to see Aimee in the living room.

    "Oh, hi, Aimee!" I said.

    Aimee blushed a little when she saw how informally I was
dressed, but recovered quickly.  "Mary and Debbie are out
right now... but I guess you already know that."

    "Um... actually, I didn't know," I said.

    Aimee gave me a queer look and then shrugged.  "Oh.  I'm
sorry... I just assumed..."

    "Aimee, I had been thinking about some things, and would
like to hear your opinion."

    "Anytime, Jim," she said quietly.

    I smiled at her, "Let me get dressed, first.  Did you
have breakfast?"

    "Yes, Jim, and we left you some bagels.  You seemed to
like them the other day."

    My smile grew broader, and I walked into Mary's bedroom.

    My clothes were on her chair, where I had left them, and
I quickly got myself changed.  I walked back into the living
room in my socks.

    While I had dressed, Aimee had brought out a bread plate
with a toasted and buttered bagel on it.  She placed it on an
end table next to the sofa, with a cup of coffee.  There was
a tiny pitcher with cream in it, as well as some sugar.
Apparently, Aimee didn't know I drank my coffee black.

    "Wow.  You are pretty efficient, Aimee," I said, with
real respect.

    "Not a problem, Jim," she said.

    Aimee sat down on the love seat, and watched me sip my
coffee.  She was looking at me, expectantly.

    I put the cup down, and said, "Aimee, you seem to have
some insight into what's going on within me, and I really
need somebody's opinion.  Can you help me?"

    Aimee smiled and said, "Of course."

    "Earlier this morning, I was wondering where Mary and
Debbie were.  It occurred to me that I could just... um...
scan for them.  Like you mentioned to me yesterday."

    Aimee simply nodded for me to continue.

    I took a breath.  "The question is, is it right for me to
do that?  I mean, shouldn't the girls have some measure of
privacy?  Just think... their thoughts cannot be hidden from
me.  This cannot be right."

    Aimee said, "You are asking me about the morality of
doing so?"

    I nodded.  "Yes.  The ethics, as it were." Discharged or
not, I still considered myself an officer and a gentleman.

    Aimee said, "I am not sure.  It is obvious that people
consider their private thoughts private, and being able to
see them is an invasion of their privacy."

    I had a sinking feeling, but waited for Aimee to continue.

    "Yet, I'm not familiar with the... how would you say
it... the mechanics of what you do.  Do you simply know what
Mary and Debbie are thinking, or do you have to do something
to connect with them?"

    It was a curious question, but I answered.  "I don't know
if I can really explain it, but it's like I can reach out...
and know exactly where they are."

    Aimee nodded and said, "When you make this connection, do
you see their thoughts?"

    I thought for a moment.  "No. I can sort of 'hear' their
thoughts when I am interested in knowing something.  We can
even communicate.  Debbie and I did it when I was in her head
once after I spoke to you through her.  She was able to
transmit a thought to me.  It's easier with Mary, though."

    "It's like a conversation in their heads, then," Aimee
said, more as a statement rather than a question.

    I agreed that this was how it seemed to work.

    Aimee nodded again.  "My advice is to not scan their
thoughts uninvited, then.  Let Mary and Debbie have that
level of privacy.  When you are 'hearing' their thoughts, are
you able to are you able to 'hear' every thought or do you
somehow manage to just get to the thought that you want to
get to?"

    This took me longer to answer.  "I think... no...
somehow, I manage to get exactly the information that I want.
I don't recall ever getting any stray thought that I hadn't
been looking for."

    Aimee smiled.  "This is all new to me, obviously, but it
seems that you are reading their thoughts with their
cooperation.  You'd have to run some tests with Mary and
Debbie to find out for sure, but I feel that if there was
something that they didn't want you to know, you'd probably
not be able to reach that thought."

    I nodded, and Aimee startled me by continuing.

    "Of course, if there was something that they didn't want
you to know, you'd probably notice something different and
know that they were trying to hide something."

    I pondered this for a bit.  Aimee was saying that I was
connecting to some part of Mary and Debbie, and somehow I was
requesting a particular thought, and they were somehow giving
me that thought.  It's a bit better than coming upon a large
office and rummaging through the desk, looking for something.

    "So," I said, "you are saying that they are cooperating
with me.  It's not like I'm doing it against their will."

    Aimee frowned.  "Maybe, Jim, but remember, you are able
to impose your will on them.  So, even if they wanted to hide
something, you might be able to overpower their impulse to
hide it.

    "It's like Mary allowing you to stay here in her
apartment.  She does this of her own free will, but you,
being bigger and stronger than she is, could also force her
to make her share the apartment.  The first is freely given,
the other isn't."

    Aimee was making sense, I thought to myself.  "So,
although I could compel her, to do so would probably be
crossing the line between good and bad."

    "Yes.  At least, that is what I think," she answered.

    I nodded and thought quietly to myself, munching on my
bagel.  Aimee was a great person for me to have around.

    "Of course," Aimee continued, "you'd never be able to
overpower Mary."

    "Why not?"

    Aimee shrugged.  "I see something that tells me that
nobody will ever dominate her."

    "I dominate her!  She calls me Master!"

    "Those are two different forms of domination," Aimee
said.  "Mary gives you domination over her will, but she will
never allow any person, male or female, to dominate her
physically."

* * *

    While I was eating, my mind was running through thoughts
at a furious pace.

    I had what some people would consider a very *desirable*
power: the power to control the minds and wills of two
breathtakingly lovely females.

    How did I get such a power?  Certainly, not everybody
that comes out of a coma can control minds.  What was
different in my case?

    I remember being told of my injuries after I had come out
of my coma.  They were what you would expect for somebody
stupid enough to get hit by a jeep in the dead of night: bone
fractures, massive internal bleeding, even a concussion.

    A concussion... that would be something that happened to
my head.  Could this have caused my mysterious power?  It
could very well be so.

    Cool reasoning told me that I was probably heading up a
blind alley.  After all, a concussion would more or less
damage my brain; the odds of it activating some unknown power
were astronomical.

    I knew, from the amount of time that I spent in Mary's
head, that what had kept her visiting me all those years was
guilt, plain and simple.  She had hit me, and then,
confronted with the fact that I was in the hospital because
of her lapse in judgment, she vowed to visit me until my
condition improved.  Of course, guilt wasn't the reason she
continued to visit after I woke up, but Mary and I never
really discussed that really; I preferred to think it was
that she grew to like me in the many years since our paths
had violently crossed.

    Mary had always believed that I would come out of my
coma.  I don't know where she got her conviction, because
everybody else at the hospital was simply amazed when I
returned to the land of the living, breathing, and talking.
Somehow, Mary knew that I would come back.

    I had never examined Mary's motives too much before, and
after my conversation with Aimee, I was hesitant to reach out
and examine them now without her express permission.

    Of course, then there was Debbie.  How did I hook up with
her?  Debbie was a rich woman who had no cares in the world,
who had absolutely no idea that I even existed... nor did I
know about her.  Yet somehow, the two of us connected.

    What was the nature of my relationship with Debbie?

    Debbie took immediately to Mary, and vice versa.  It was
if they seemed to think that it was because they had me in
common.  Aimee, who seemed to be Debbie's best friend, also
took to me, although at first, she had been naturally
suspicious of me, especially when she discovered the power I
held over Debbie.

    So what the fuck was this power?  Aimee's description of
"people that sleep and don't wake up" was more or less hoodoo
to me: a good story, but not really helping.  In fact, trying
to fit my experience in being in a coma into Aimee's myths
really seemed that I was stretching the analogy to the
breaking point.  Even Aimee said that she wasn't really
describing my coma, but my ability to invade the dreams of
others.

    The fact remained that I had Mary and Debbie both
declaring to me that they were my slaves.  I also had Aimee'
profess a desire to also be my slave.  The strange part about
that was that neither Mary nor Debbie seemed to have any
submissive streak in them.  Aimee might be a different story;
her soft spoken ways sort of implied that to me, but it also
could just as well have been when she told me that she wanted
me to enslave her that my opinion of her as a bit submissive
may have been formed.

    The mind is a funny thing.

    Somehow, that thought made me smile.  It was definitely a
funny thing, and this is all about my mind, isn't it?

    I sighed.  This really wasn't funny.  I told myself that
I could be having a bad effect on the lives of three lovely
females.  I really needed to know what I was doing if I was
going to behave in an ethical manner as befits an officer and
a gentleman.

    Aimee interrupted my reverie quietly to tell me that she
had some errands to do.  I know that she felt that I was
working out the situation in my head and needed to sort
things out for myself, and felt that giving me some time
alone might help.  Somehow, Aimee and I had an unspoken bond
with each other; not as strong or as direct as I had with
Mary and Debbie, but something was definitely there.  That
was something else that I'd have to think about.

    After Aimee left, I continued to work out that "bond"
that Aimee and I shared.  Aimee said she had a bit of an
emotional insight to other people.  She tapped into my
emotional state, and decided I needed to be alone.  Maybe
that was a one-way bond between us.  Yet, somehow, I think I
was able to tap... just a little... into Aimee's emotions as
well.

    I had since moved into the living room, and laid down on
the couch.  I had closed my eyes, trying to sort out all
these strange things.  I found myself feeling really
restful... relaxed...

    I fell asleep.

* * *

    It was amazing.  In my sleep, I could bring myself back
to the whiteness that identified my first conscious thoughts
after the accident.  The state of total confusion had
returned to me.

    Then there was the whiteness as I opened my mind's "eyes"
and saw what I later realized was myself in the hospital.

    It was amazing that all these memories were so easily
accessible for me.  When I was a kid, I had no memories of
any dreams that I had, and now here I was in my thirties, and
was able to remember my thoughts from when I was in a coma!

    When I had awakened at the hospital, I was "debriefed" by
the doctors, who were wondering what my experiences of twelve
years of coma were like.  I knew that talking about my trysts
inside Mary's head would have me shipped to the psychiatric
ward, and a section eight wasn't something that I had really
desired.  Instead, I professed that I had very few memories,
and hazy ones at that.  I didn't see anything wrong about
describing the milky whiteness that I had experienced at
first, but remained very vague on anything else specific.

    I remember with some amusement questions about a long
tunnel.  I had remembered hearing about other people in near
death experiences.  I had remembered many things about what I
dreamt during my coma, but a tunnel didn't seem to be one of
them.

    I remembered quite a lot about what I dreamt during my
coma.  I was not so sure about my life before the coma,
though.  While I did remember some things, I realized that
there were definite holes in my memories.  There were some
thoughts that I could approach, but not get a handle on;
thoughts that skidded away as I got near them.

    All of a sudden, unbidden, I saw a face of a man.  I
really couldn't "see" the man.  I could sense a strangely
disquieting smile on his face, but as I tried to focus more
on the features of his face, I saw that I would lose the
detail on that smile.  Yet if I tried to focus on his smile,
the rest of his face would get blurry.

    It was an exercise in futility, but I persisted.  "I will
conquer this," I told myself in my officer's voice.  However,
that smile seemed that it was laughing at my inability to get
any detail on the person behind it.

    I heard noises, and they were distracting me from trying
to focus on this strange face... and it seemed like hours
passed before I realized that the noises I was hearing was,
in fact, my own voice.

    I was screaming!

    "Open your eyes, you asshole!" I told myself in my dream.

    I finally tore my mind away from that elusive face, and
my eyes opened.  I squinted at the sunlight beating down on
me from the living room window, and saw Mary and Debbie
around me, shaking me, trying to make me wake up.

    Mary was the first to see my eyes open, and she had this
really concerned look about her.

    "It's alright, Jim," she said to me, soothingly.

    I turned to see Debbie also looking at me, her face a
mask of fear.

    "You... you're back," I said.

    "We heard..." Mary began, and then paused.  "I mean, the
two of us... we felt..."

    Debbie nodded, completing Mary's thought.  "Mary felt
your torment, Jim.  It scared us.  We came back as soon as we
could.  You were screaming..."

    I was out of breath.  My throat was a bit sore from
screaming; I must have been loud, and I must have been
screaming a while.  I could imagine the trouble that Mary
could get with her landlord over this, not thinking that
Mary's landlord was in the room with me right now.

    "I... I'm sorry," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"Didn't mean... Didn't want trouble... didn't want to scare
you..."

    "Shh," said Mary.  "Calm down.  We're both here.  Where's
Aimee?"

    Aimee?  I thought to myself.  "Went... out..."

    "Mary's right," said Debbie.  "Calm down.  Breathe in and
out slowly.  You're hyperventilating."

    My mind digested all this information, and I realized
that breathing in and out so fast wasn't helping me.  I
consciously slowed my breathing, and felt some measure of
control coming back to me.

    It took about five minutes, but I finally felt a bit more
normal.

    "You heard me?" I asked, glaring at Mary.

    "I... felt you," said Mary.

    Debbie simply nodded in agreement.

    This bit of information took me by surprise.  Did the
girls actually manage to connect with me without me
initiating the contact?  There were obviously something
interesting about this, but this wasn't the time to pursue
such avenues of thought.

    "Thank you.  Both of you," I said.  "I was having sort of
a nightmare."

    Mary simply nodded.  I wondered right then how much of a
connection that the two girls made.  Did they share that
nightmarish face that had haunted me?  I looked from one to
the other, and couldn't tell.  I'd talk with Mary about it
later, perhaps.

    I glanced back at Mary, and noticed a bit of gold
dangling from her neck.  I focused my eyes on it, and it was
a necklace, once that I hadn't seen before.

    Debbie caught where I was looking and said, "I bought her
that today, Jim."

    "May I?" I asked Mary, reaching up to inspect the charm
on the necklace.

    "Of course," Mary smiled.

    The bauble was a circle of gold, with a white star in the
middle, framed by the circle.  The star was tiny little gems
or rhinestones.

    "Lovely," I said.

    Mary smiled, and said, "It's a gift from Debbie.  She
said it's me."

    I glanced at Debbie, who was beaming at my appreciation
of her gift to Mary.

    "It was in the stars..." Mary and I said together.

    Mary and I looked at each other in surprise, totally
amazed that we said the exact same thing at the exact same
time!

    The three of us laughed, and then Mary leaned down and
kissed me.

    Mary and Debbie sure knew how to calm a person down, that
was for sure.  I looked at Debbie, and she bent down and
kissed me as well.

* * *

    I had been voraciously hungry when I woke up, and it was
almost two in the afternoon, and all that I had eaten was a
single bagel.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I would gladly turn
down a king's feast for a delicious buttered bagel, but my
stomach wasn't as much of a romantic as I seemed to be.

    "Did you girls have lunch yet?" I asked.

    Mary and Debbie looked at one another, and finally Mary
said, sheepishly, "We were... um... at Cicero's... a pizza
place near Neiman Marcus.  Anyway, the two of us both felt
your... um... torment... and we left before either of us had
anything to eat."

    Debbie gave a wan grin, "We sort of left the pizza
behind."

    "So... you two are hungry?" I asked, hopefully, trying to
steer the subject into a better direction.

    "Yes," my two lovelies said together.

    "How far is Cicero's?" I asked.

    Mary was about to answer, when Debbie interrupted.
"There's a better place closer to here.  Nellie's."

    "Ooh, Nellie's," Mary cooed.

    "That good, huh?" I said, smiling.

    "It's a place that was opened from somebody from Chicago.
They have Chicago style pizza there," Debbie added.

    It took all my willpower to keep a straight face after
hearing that.  My friend from the service, Brooklyn, might
have a word or two about where a good pizza came from, and
thankfully discretion won out.

    I said, with a straight face, "Sounds great!"

    We all headed out.

* * *

    Nellie's was a cozy little restaurant which had subdued
lighting, and dark wooden booths.  Inside the restaurant was
a light smell of garlic, a much more subtle aroma than I had
encountered in the various pizza places I had frequented with
my friend Brooklyn.  There were ferns everywhere, the decor
was brass fixtures on dark oak, and the conversation in the
restaurant was faint and non-intrusive.

    I fell immediately in love with the restaurant, making it
second only to Peter's, another local place that I was
starting to enjoy.

    "Chicago style" pizza is a sort of pizza with a thick
cake-like crust served in a dark round pan.  I made an effort
not to show too much interest in the pizza.  I had started
getting pretty embarrassed by my "Rip Van Winkle" reactions
to things that everybody seemed to take for granted.

    Nellie's also had beer, although the girls chose to drink
wine coolers.  This aroused my curiosity, since before my
accident, those kinds of drinks were usually ordered by
ladies of lesser repute.  I simply ordered a Coke, not being
much of a drinker.  I noticed that the waitress didn't seem
to give any particular reaction to their order, and, much to
my surprise, when she came back with our drinks, the coolers
were actually in colorful bottles that looked almost like
Michelob bottles.

    As I said, I was ravenous, and between the three of us,
we finished two pizzas.  Actually, to be fair to my lovely
companions, I accounted for three quarters of the pizza
consumed.  I found that the pan pizza, once you got used to
it, actually tasted good.  The waitress kept refilling my
glass of coke (I must have drank a half gallon or so!) and
found between the refreshments and the pizza, I was most
happily fed.

    We all declined dessert, and I even passed on coffee.

    After we left Nellie's, Mary suggested a walk in "our"
park, where we had eaten fried chicken a few days before, and
Debbie and I both thought it was a splendid idea.  The sun
was warm, and I had found that I had a fondness for the
smells of grass and fresh air, probably because of all the
antiseptic air I had been breathing for the last decade or so.

    The three of us just wandered around the parks, following
sidewalks.  We didn't say much, although I could see that
look of concern was still in the eyes of both of my
sweethearts.  I shuddered a little to think of how they must
have reacted to my incomprehensible screaming.

    I excused myself a number of times to empty my bladder of
the quantities of coke that I had consumed, using the public
restrooms in the park.

    Dress styles had changed, I noticed, looking at people in
the park.  When I had last been around, most civilians tended
to dress down.  Jeans and a T-shirt... sometimes even army
fatigues.  Now, shorts were making a comeback.  Pale colors
seemed to be the rage, although there were some older people
that dressed in expensive looking black motifs.

    Females still liked to emphasize what nature had given
them, and for that I was glad, although I thought the current
trends with the younger females were a bit slutty.  I noticed
that both Debbie and Mary would receive appreciative stares
from the strangers we passed, and the two girls pretended not
to notice them.

    Mary seemed a bit more subdued than she normally was.  I
know that she had been spooked when she heard me screaming
back at her apartment, and she still had a pensive look.  I
caught her studying me more than once, averting her glance
quickly when I noticed her.

    Debbie excused herself from us, and returned a few
minutes later.  I knew that she had gone to communicate with
Aimee... although how Debbie would know where her assistant
could be was beyond my comprehension.

    When Debbie returned, I noticed a signal being passed
between the girls, and looked at them curiously.  I decided
to confront them.  "OK, girls.  What gives?"

    The two girls looked at each other, and hesitated before
answering.

    I knew, somehow instinctively, that neither girl would
even consider lying to me or even try to evade my direct
question.  I think they were trying to figure out how to
answer my question.

    "We're worried about you," said Mary.

    "Don't fret about me," I said with a sigh.  "It was only
a bad dream."

    "Dreams are special to you," Mary said.

    "Special to me?" I asked, wondering what she meant.

    "You met us in your dreams," Mary said.

    Oh, that.  "Listen, girls.  Everybody has nightmares once
in a while..."

    Mary interrupted me.  "I heard you screaming... in my
mind.  You seemed terrified!"

    I looked at Debbie, who hadn't contributed to this
conversation.  She simply nodded in agreement with Mary.

    "So what does Aimee think?" I asked Debbie pointedly.

    "She thinks it might be a good idea if we don't keep you
alone.  If the bad dreams return, one of us will be around to
comfort you," Debbie said.

    I could tell that Debbie had stopped before completing
her thought.  I stood there, glaring at her until she finally
continued.

    "It might be a good idea, maybe, if you were to see a..."
Debbie stopped again, not wanting to continue.

    I finished it for her.  "A shrink?  You think I'm nuts?"
I asked, hurt that Debbie could think that way about me.

    Mary said, "No, Jim.  You aren't nuts.  The fact remains
that you were screaming, and that isn't normal, and it might
not be healthy.  Could you at least just keep an open mind
about talking with somebody if these sort of things continue?"

    I glanced at the two of them, letting my anger subside.
I couldn't stay angry at either of them, really.  "Well... I
have been talking with Aimee..."

    Debbie's face lit up.  "That's wonderful, Jim!" Mary
agreed.

    "OK, but let's keep all this between ourselves," I added.

    Both girls nodded.  Debbie said, "Aimee did suggest that
one of us be around you to keep you from being alone.  It
might help."

    I thought about it and finally nodded.  "What if I want
some privacy?" I asked.

    "Oh.  We'll know.  We won't mind.  We just won't be too
far away."

    We'll know.  That sort of spooked me.  I had been having
second thoughts about invading their minds, but they seemed
to have no problem with looking into mine... if that is what
they could do.  However, I didn't think that this was the
right time or place to discuss that.

    I continued to walk with my lovelies, but my mind was
still running an ongoing debate within about ethics.

* * *

    Aimee's thoughts on the morality of my visiting the minds
of Mary and Debbie were sound.  She really had a good head on
her shoulders.

    I thought about Aimee.  She had a very serious side to
her, and when she was in that sort of mood, I hardly ever saw
her smile.  However, when she did smile, it was like it lit
up her entire face.  Her eyes, eyebrows, mouth, cheeks... it
was like somebody turned on a switch.

    Aimee had a very subtle beauty.  My first thought about
her when I met her the other day was that she was cute.
However, after knowing her a day or so, I began to see the
real beauty that was within her.

    My mind stopped right there.  Beauty within her?  That
was just an expression, right?  Yet to me, it meant something
more.  Like Mary's guilt and Debbie's carefree attitude,
these were things that I only recognized once I had been
inside their heads.  So, what about Aimee?  I had
intentionally avoided going into Aimee's head, but I now
found that I knew her very well... almost intimately.

    No. Aimee would be totally thrilled and would strip naked
and bed me in a second if she knew that I had been in her
mind...

    How the fuck would I know that?

    The girls had pointed out that dreams were special to me,
and that I had met both of them in my sleep... when I wasn't
really actively trying to find them.  In a way, you could say
that they had actually found me.  Was this true about Aimee?
Despite my desire not to enslave her, had it already happened?

    No. I knew that Aimee wasn't enslaved (I still thought of
that word with distaste).  Yet I also knew... or at least I
thought I knew... Aimee's mind.  Had I been there?

    This was scary.  If I had no control over this power, I
would eventually enslave everybody.  This would start getting
noticed by all the people whose attention I didn't want.

* * *

    My reverie was interrupted by a kid walking toward us.
It was strange, but something within me told me that this boy
was dangerous.  The danger wasn't directed at me, nor even
toward the two girls.

    As I noticed the kid, both Mary and Debbie stopped in
their tracks, and looked at me.  I was still watching the
boy, who had just passed us.  I turned around to make sure he
wasn't going to attack us from behind...

    No. We definitely weren't his targets.  I knew that.
However, attack was definitely on his mind.

    The three of us were now turned around, looking at the
kid, who was moving away from us, unaware that we were
watching him.

    The kid picked up his pace, almost to a happy-go-lucky
skip.  I knew, however, that there was nothing carefree about
his intentions.  He was moving faster and faster, and a woman
was approaching...

    In a move that he must have practiced a lot, the kid
snatched the pocket book from the lady he was passing.  He
kept moving.  The woman was so startled, that the situation
still hadn't sunk in to her.  She had been robbed and hadn't
even let out any alarm.

    I looked all around, and there was a policeman in a car
driving alongside the park.  He wasn't looking into the park,
and it appeared that he would be gone in a few seconds.

    LOOK AT THAT KID, YOU MORON, I shouted within my mind.
As if he had heard a gunshot, the policeman hit his brakes
and looked right at the kid that was running now at full
speed with the woman's pocket book.  The policeman recognized
the situation in less than a second, and had maneuvered his
car into a U-turn.

    The police car had his lights on, but he didn't turn on
the siren, not wanting to alert the kid.  The policeman
managed to turn his car to the right on an access road that
would cross the path of the kid.  The kid saw the police car
and he checked his advance, and he looked around for a
possible escape.

    DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE, YOU LITTLE SHIT, I thought, and the
boy froze.

    The lady that had been robbed was now making a fuss.
Both Mary and Debbie approached her to calm her down,
unbidden by me.

    The policeman got out of his car, and had his nightstick
in his hand.  He couldn't believe his luck that the boy was
just standing there, frozen, like a deer caught in the
headlights, or a "tharn rabbit" from the book "Watership
Down."

    I stood on the path where I was when the whole scene
started.  I couldn't believe what had just transpired.
Somehow, I had managed to alert the policeman, without so
much as a word.  In addition, I had commanded the boy to
freeze and he did.  Was this all my doing?

    The policeman grabbed the boy, and efficiently patted him
down.  He took out something from the boy's pocket that
looked like it might be a knife, but I wasn't sure.  He took
the purse from the boy's arm, and started moving the boy
toward the lady, who, thanks to Mary and Debbie, was a bit
less shaken, especially seeing that the boy had been caught.

    "Is this yours, ma'am?" the policeman asked, showing the
pocket book to the lady and Mary and Debbie.

    "Y-y-yes..." the lady stammered.

    The policeman turned to Mary and Debbie.  "Ladies, did
you witness the attack?"

    When he asked this, my mind went into alarm mode.  The
last thing I wanted was for something like this to make any
of us conspicuous.

    Mary started to answer and checked herself quickly.
"Yes... well, we were walking the other way.  We heard the
commotion, and saw this lady in hysterics.  We tried to calm
her down."

    Debbie basically agreed with Mary.

    The policeman turned back to the lady and said, "Well,
ma'am.  It seems that this boy...'found' a pocket book.  I
figured it might belong to somebody like yourself."

    "It... it is," the lady answered.

    "You might want to check that everything is in there,"
the policeman said.  He turned to Mary and Debbie.  "Ladies,
I'd like to thank you for offering assistance to her.  You
are fine examples of upstanding citizens.  As for this dirt
bag..."

    The policeman glanced that the boy who he was still
holding on to.  The boy was staring at me in horror.  The
policeman followed his gaze and frowned at me.  "Is this your
leader?" he asked the boy.

    The boy was speechless.

    Mary saw the danger immediately and said, "No, officer.
He was with us.  He's my boyfriend."

    The policeman's gaze softened just a bit, but it was
apparent that he was still suspicious of me.

    "Sir, I'd like to see some I.D."

    Shit.  I didn't want to draw attention to myself, and now
here I was, in the middle of it, big time.  There were other
people starting to gather around.

    Please, officer, I thought to myself.  You don't need to
see my I.D.

    "Actually," the policeman said, looking at Mary and
smiling, "If this lovely lady vouches for you, I won't need
to see any I.D."

    The policeman turned to the lady that was robbed.  "Is
everything there?" he asked.

    "It... it seems so," she said, sounding still a little
shaken.

    "Do you wish to press charges against this punk?" asked
the policeman.  "It might be a lot of paperwork to fill out,
but I'm willing to volunteer my time to make sure this punk
spends some time behind bars."

    Debbie was now looking at me, silently questioning me to
see if I could find a way to extricate us out of this
situation.

    I looked at the kid.  YOU WANT TO BE AN UPSTANDING
CITIZEN NOW.

    The kid opened his mouth for the first time.  "Please,
sir.  I promise I won't do this again.  I'll be an upstanding
citizen."

    The policeman looked at the kid with utter contempt,
probably having heard the same thing thousands of times in
his career.

    I THINK A GOOD FOUR YEAR TOUR OF DUTY IN THE ARMY MIGHT
BE A GOOD IDEA, I projected toward the boy.

    "Honestly, sir.  I was actually thinking of enlisting.
They won't take me if I have a criminal record!"

    "How old are you, son?" the policeman asked.

    "I turned eighteen last week," the boy answered.

    "So, instead of looking at reform school, you might be
looking for long time behind bars," the policeman said.

    "I really want to enlist.  I don't know what got into me
just before.  As soon as I did it, I knew that I was doing
something wrong!" The boy was babbling now.

    The boy turned to the lady he had robbed.  "Please
forgive me, lady.  I gave in to temptation at a weak moment."

    The lady looked at the policeman with a questioning
glance.

    The policeman looked at the lady and then at the kid.
"You intend to enlist?  There's a recruitment center about a
quarter mile away.  Would you like me to give you a ride?"

    The boy was nodding before the policeman finished the
question.  "Yes.  I would love to.  You can even come in to
make sure that I sign up."

    The policeman smiled for the first time.  "I think that
would be taken as coercion."

    The boy said, "I... I promise that I'll enlist.  I've
always wanted to enter the army."

    "Well, if this woman doesn't mind..." The lady shook her
head.  "I'll take you to the recruiting center, and then I'll
take you home afterward."

    "We could do that," the boy said.

    "Maybe you can write me a letter from boot camp," the
policeman said.

    At the words "boot camp" the boy paled, but recovered
quickly.

    "Yes.  I'll write you every day..."

    The officer laughed.  "Make it once a month, if you
insist.  I think you'll have your dance card filled for the
first few weeks."

    The policeman turned to the three of us and the others
that had gathered.  "The situation here is over.  You can all
leave."

    We started to walk away, but the policeman stopped us.
"You two ladies, I'd like to thank you for coming to that
woman's aid."

    "I just know how I would feel to have something like that
done to me," said Mary.

    The policeman turned to me.  "I'm sorry if I suspected
you, sir.  The way the boy was looking at you..."

    "I understand, sir," I said.

    We were dismissed.  As we were going, I could hear the
policeman get the victim's name and address for his report.

    "Ma'am, here's my card," I heard the policeman say to the
victim.  "If you change your mind and want to press charges,
please let me know.  I will be able to contact our little
friend here through the recruitment center."

    "Thank you," she said, accepting the policeman's business
card.

    When we got further away, I turned around and saw the
policeman lead the boy into his car.

    Once they were gone, Mary looked at me and said, "You did
all that."

    "What do you mean?  I had the kid rob the lady?" I asked.

    "No, but you knew what he was going to do," Mary said.

    "I did not.  I felt something dangerous about him, but
didn't know anything specific."

    "You got the attention of the policeman.  You froze the
kid in his tracks."

    "Well... yeah..." I admitted.

    "I just know that the army was your idea," Mary said with
a big smile.

    "Guilty," I said.

    Mary hugged me.  "My hero."

    "Kind of makes me want to get back to the apartment," I
said, leering at both Mary and Debbie.

    "Nope," said Debbie.

    "Huh?" I asked.  This was the first time that Debbie had
ever refused any sexual act.

    Debbie had an evil grin.  "There's a nice bunch of bushes
over there," she pointed.

    Mary laughed.  "Can't wait, Debbie?"

    Debbie said, "Nope.  There's no time like the present to
present our hero with his Hero's Blow Job."

    My cock sprang immediately to attention, as if somebody
had said, "Officer in the room."

    "Ooh.  Sounds like an interesting idea," Mary said to
Debbie.

    "So, which one of us is the lucky one to honor our
master?" Debbie asked.

    "Oh, for such a wonderful act of heroism, he needs at
least two presenters."

    "Agreed."

    Watching my two lovely women talk that way in front of me
was exciting, to say the least.  They had led me into a bunch
of bushes that seemed quite solid, but once you had gotten
inside, were quite hollow.

    Mary quickly pulled off her top, and I saw that she was
braless.  Debbie quickly followed suit.  The sight of those
two women's breasts made my member even harder.

    "Debbie," Mary said, "if you'll be so kind as to strip
our hero, we can get down to business."

    Debbie simply grinned and quickly had my pants down to my
ankles.

    Making out in a bunch of bushes in a public park seemed
so... adolescent.  It was as if we were a bunch of kids
playing strip poker or one of those other silly games that
kids play as part of their sexual discoveries.

    Mary was sitting cross legged in front of me, and with a
smile, she bent over and engulfed my cock with her mouth.

    I reached forward and started playing with Mary's tits.
Debbie leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.  I think that
the two of them knew how much I enjoyed kissing people.  Mary
performed her oral skills even better than the night before.
If anything, the wickedness of being in public added to the
scene.

    It didn't take long for me to erupt into Mary's willing
mouth.

    The girls then switched positions.  I was aware that I
had just come into Mary's mouth, and wasn't too sure that I'd
enjoy kissing her.  However, my misgivings were for naught.
Mary was an excellent kisser, and any second thoughts quickly
disappeared.  It didn't take much longer for me to blast a
second jet into Debbie's warm mouth.

    Since I enjoyed kissing Mary so much after she went down
on me, I did the same for Debbie, who seemed a little
surprised, but she quickly and eagerly returned my kiss.

    Soon, both Mary and Debbie were kissing me and each
other.  I laid back on the dirt, and enjoyed cuddling with
the girls.  I soon fell asleep.

* * *

    When I awoke, it was getting dark.  I quietly managed to
wake up the two girls, who were laying with Debbie partially
on top of Mary, with Debbie's right breast in between Mary's
lovely breasts.

    I thought how fortunate that I was having two adoring
females in love with me... who didn't seem to have any
jealousy about each other.  I knew that a lot of guys
fantasized about such a relationship, but for me, it was
real.  Even to the point where they wanted to add Aimee to
the mix.

    There was a word that bothered me: Harem.  That was a
strange word, but that was the word that really described
what Mary and Debbie were.  They were my girl friends, of
course; sexual partners; lovers.  Yet they did my bidding,
whether or not I requested it.

    Before my accident, I never had many girl friends, and I
had never had been serious with any of them.  A lot of women
were put off by my army career.  Other women were only
attracted to the uniform.  I cared for neither type.

    Mary and Debbie were different.  We had no secrets from
each other.  We acted out our fantasies.  I know that neither
one of them considered themselves to be lesbians, but they
readily shared their bodies with each other.

    It was a weird situation that we were in, but I knew
better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.  Sooner or
later, this lovely bliss would end.  It had to... it was so
different.  If anybody ever got any idea of our relationship,
we'd be subject to so much scrutiny that our lives would be
in disarray.  I didn't want that to happen.

    Until that time, I decided that I would enjoy everything,
like our latest romp here in the park.

    Then it occurred to me... while it might be a great
fantasy to have a blow job from two lovely girls out in
public like this, we weren't really helping our situation.
If we kept doing this sort of thing, there's no doubt that
we'd be discovered.  The prudent thing would be to play it
safe.  The less chance for somebody to figure out what is
happening, the longer we might have to enjoy our relationship.

    I looked at my two lovelies, and without even hesitating,
thought to them: "let's be more discreet from now on."

    Neither one stirred; I hadn't expected them to.  I
reached over and tapped Debbie on the back.  She didn't woke
up quickly, something that I would learn to expect from
Debbie.  Instead, I tapped Mary, and she woke up immediately
and grinned at me.  I nodded my head toward Debbie, and Mary
lowered her head and started suckling on one of Mary's
breasts.  After a few moments, Debbie's hands reached up
behind Mary's head, pulling her closer.

    My two lovelies were up.  "I think it's time to get back
to the apartment," I whispered to them.

    The two girls didn't answer, but Debbie gave Mary's
breast a return suck, which popped when she pulled her mouth
away.  They pulled their tops back on, and I pulled up my
pants.

    I looked outside the bushes, and didn't see anybody
around.  I quickly jumped out, and looked around again.  When
I saw that we were alone, I sent a mental command for the
girls to come out.

    I started walking toward Mary's apartment, and noticed
that the two girls weren't coming with me.  I stopped, and
turned around.

    "What's up, girls?" I asked.

    The two girls looked at one another, and Mary finally
spoke up.  "Debbie has a surprise for you... I mean us."

    "Debbie?" I asked.

    Debbie had a smile on her face... not a guilty look.

    I quickly debated whether or not to go into Debbie's mind
and find out what this was about, but I remembered my
conversation with Aimee.

    "I wanted to do something special," Debbie finally said.
"My way of thanking you for all that you've done."

    I was sort of getting used to Debbie's desire to
constantly thank me for "all that I've done," but she still
managed to surprise me each time she did something.

    "So what's up?" I asked, intrigued.

    "I'd prefer it to be a surprise," Debbie said coyly.  At
that moment, I was very glad that I hadn't probed Debbie's
mind.

    "OK.  What should I do?" I asked.

    "Mary will take you some place.  Then you'll meet Aimee
and me."

    "Does Mary know what's going on?  Am I the only one that
will be surprised?" I asked, smiling.

    Debbie grinned back.  "Yeah.  We can't have you knowing
everything, now, can we?" She paused, and then added,
quietly, "Master."

    I looked around to see if anybody had overheard; it was
becoming a habit with me, but I shouldn't have been
concerned; Debbie, as well as Mary, were quite devoted, and
had remembered my request for discretion from before.

    I never really liked the term "Master," especially coming
from Debbie or Mary.  For some reason, it just didn't feel
right.  However, I knew that there was no malice in what
Debbie said.

    "No," I answered her.  "I can't know everything.  Life
would be short on surprises."

    "I know you how you like surprises, Jim!" Debbie said.
She ran towards me and kissed me so hard that I was quite
literally thrown back.
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