"What the FUCK did you do to my sister, man?!?" Brad shouted across the parking lot the next morning as I got out of my car.

"Shit," I muttered as he walked in my direction with clenched fists and eyes full of anger.

"Double shit," I added when Joey pulled in and slammed on his brakes to keep from hitting Brad.

I don't know what was more disturbing to me. Brad's obvious intention to beat the shit out of me, or Joey's obvious intention to watch and cheer him on.

There was no doubt in my mind Sandi had told Brad everything either late last night or that morning, and while this or Brad's anger wasn't unexpected, I never considered Brad to be the type to physically want to retaliate like that. I could have easily used my abilities to prevent Brad from carrying out his plan, but something told me that this was exactly what Joey hoped I would do so he could use it against me.

I quickly turned to Eric and said, "No matter what happens, don't get involved. Understand? You'll only make things worse for both me and yourself."

There was only enough time to see Eric's head begin to nod before Brad exclaimed, "You fucken traitor!" and tried to rush me.

"She has the right to be her own master, Brad!" I said as I jumped out the way, only to find him coming at me again and this time no way to avoid his body slam.

I managed to stay on my feet when he hit, then as Brad recovered his own balance, I saw his hand forming a fist and knew I was either going have to use my abilities, flee, or stay there and fight Brad, man to man.

Brad took three swipes at me, the third clipping my chin and making me mad enough to throw one of my own. Unfortunately, Brad was incredibly agile, and after he avoided two of my swings, his left fist connected with my right upper lip, then got me three or four times in the stomach before I could get him squarely in the face with a right.

At that point Brad backed off a moment and I was able to recollect my wits and some of my breath while getting into a better defensive posture and watching for his next advance.

This was the first instance I found where the experience I had copied from another's mind failed to provide me the appropriate skills and reactions without ever having practiced them. I was struggling to implement the mixture of defensive martial art techniques I had obtained, but ended up having to go with my own personal instincts and experience when Brad managed to slip two more punches by my slow reactions.

Here I was, a telepath powerful enough to enslave the entire school body in ten minutes time, a voice who believed he could defend his mind against another voice's attack even while asleep, and an empath strong enough to resist the twin's powerful empathic call. Yet I was caught completely unprepared to defend myself properly from a mute who was only shielded from my power by my moral conscience and my pride.

My pride took quite a beating that day. So did my face. By the time we were broken apart by a few teachers called out to the scene, I had a bloody lip, a sore jaw, a couple of very tender and bruised ribs, and was squinting one eye which became nice and black in the next hour which followed. Brad, on the other hand, only sported a bloody nose and few bruises on his arms and shoulders, for despite his lazy or laid back appearance, Brad could be as quick as a fox when he had to be.

Normally a fight such as this resulted in a two or three day suspension for both students, and after both Brad and I refused to explain what the fight had been about, Higgs was ready to add a couple of detentions on top of that.

Higgs left us alone in his office for a few minutes, one of those principal tactics to get two friends talking after having a fist fight like that. It was a risky tactic that had only backfired a couple of time on him before, but if I hadn't kept my mouth shut in his absence, it would have backfired again from the way Brad glared at me the whole time.

Joey apparently had volunteered to explain what he had saw and heard, and even though he didn't tell Higgs exactly what Sandi did as a slave, he filled Higgs in on enough of the other details that Higgs more or less let us both off the hook. He warned Brad that if he didn't cool off, he would consider talking to his parents about the whole deal, then told him to get his butt to class.

Higgs indicated he wasn't finished with me when I got up with Brad to leave, and once the door shut behind Brad, I felt his disapproval add another layer of discomfort on top of my aches and pains.

Higgs wasn't stupid. I mean he knew I took advantage of my abilities to get out of class and have fun once in a while, and even though we never actually spoke about it, he knew that fun usually involved sex. But Higgs and I.. Well, you know. I had always confided in him when my morals conflicted with my dad's activities or something else concerning those kind of things.

He thought he knew what kind of a person I was, but this was the first he had ever heard of me enslaving anyone. It made him wonder, "Has he done something to me?"

I felt like crying. I couldn't look up at him. I couldn't even speak. Mr. Higgs was like an anchor in my life. While everyone else had changed over the past couple of years, Mr. Higgs had remained the same. And until now, he never seriously considered I had altered him to believe we had a close relationship, but now that was all he could think about as he sat down in silence at is desk.

"How many other's have you..." he began but didn't finish.

"I don't know... six or seven, I think. But nothing like Sandi. They all could free themselves any..."

"Was one of them Nancy Johnson?" he asked.

"Huh? Nancy Joh.. Oh, Mrs. Johnson. No. She and I were just... Competing I guess. I didn't do anything to her mind.. or yours."

He didn't respond right away, and while I was sitting there, my body's aches seemed to intensify enough for me to moan as I tried to find a more comfortable position.

That changed Higg's train of thought, and he asked, "Why did you let Brad do that to you?"

"I didn't exactly just let him, now did I," I said heatedly, feeling a bit short tempered from my discomfort.

"You know what I meant," he said evenly. "Why didn't you just... Change his mind about it?"

"Because he's my friend, and I guess... At first I thought I could beat him the old fashioned way, but then when I couldn't, I couldn't wimp out and cheat like that. Nobody would have respected me for doing something like that."

"You mean Joey."

"I guess I mostly was thinking about him, yeah, but not just him. Eric, Suzi, or anyone else who knows... Even Brad I guess," I said before flinching from a nice sharp pain from moving the wrong way.

Higgs let out a deep breath of air, then said, "Perhaps you better call for someone to pick you up. I don't think you're going to feel like sitting in class today like that. You might as well go home and rest."

"Thanks, but if I can get some aspirin from the room upstairs, I think I'd rather stay. I already missed all day yesterday."

I bit my tongue after saying that, but Higgs didn't even flinch. Joey must have told him that I had skipped school to free Sandi so I could do it without Brad being around, and it made me wonder for a moment why Joey had intervened at all. Had Joey done it to get me into more trouble? Or just the reverse?

But then I figured he must have been doing it for Brad's sake as much as mine. Maybe he hoped I would get into more trouble while getting Brad out of it, I didn't know. Brad had told me time and time again that Joey acted like his old self as long as no one mentioned me.

Talk about a rough day. Brad remained pretty hostile towards me all day long, and must have really worked John up since John walked up to me after third hour and asked what my problem was in an irritated voice. I wasn't feeling all that great physically, for the aspirin only could do so much, and blocking the pain with my abilities would have been risking preventing my body to warn me of further injury if I moved a certain way or something. Pain exists for a reason, and in this case I was just going to have to suffer through it.

Anyway, when John walked up to me with an attitude, I told him to fuck off if he really thought I had done it just to hurt Brad. At least Eric was still on my side, for I didn't seem to have many friends left that day.

But even Eric was a little ticked off when I didn't let him drive home. He couldn't understand why I wanted to drive after I told him about every pain I felt in detail. I guess the truth of the matter was I didn't want people to see me letting a 15 year old drive me home after I had been beaten up by Brad. It was stupid, I know. But I was worried about what was left of my image, and I couldn't take the risk of appearing like a wimp by letting him drive me home.

I really should have let Eric drive too. Not because I was in such physical pain that I wasn't safe behind the wheel, but because of my stupid male pride had been bruised making it ultra sensitive to further hits.

You see, Joey and Eric live in the same part of town. They weren't neighbors or anything like that, just both had to take pretty much the same route to and from school. It was a nice day outside, so we had the windows down and the sunroof popped open, and while sitting at a light, Joey pulled up next to us with his top down.

Joey slowly turned his head towards us as if he wasn't aware of us until he was looking directly at us, then from behind the reflective sunglasses which were like two silver mirrors, he calmly greeted us with a "Hey."

Like two idiots, Eric and I both responded at the same time with another, "hey," then I couldn't help feel my troubles deepen from how cool Joey looked sitting in his Mustang with those damn glasses on.

I was so unsettled by this that I almost didn't hear him say, "Wanna race?"

"Race?" I said.

"Yeah.. You know.. Light turns green, we floor it, the first person that makes it to the end of the strip wins."

"I don't think..." Eric began.

"Yeah, all right," I said, feeling my heart begin to pound, then reved my baby's engine and enjoyed it's powerful roar.

"Next light, then," he said, neither of us having noticed the light had already turned green until then.

Keeping up with the cool image he was portraying, Joey didn't take off like I expected him to, and so I felt like the fool after I floored it and my car leapt out ahead of him like that.

"Just to be safe, maybe you should clear the roads ahead," Joey yelled across once he had smoothly caught up with us. "We don't want any accidents."

"I was just thinking of that myself," I yelled back, wondering if he knew that was a lie.

I quickly blanketed the area ahead of us, then we both pulled to a cautious stop, the light just turning yellow.

We sat there revving engines a moment, then just as I noticed a couple of cars crossing the road up ahead, Joey said, "Hey! I thought..."

"I did! I did!" I said, scanning ahead to find out what was wrong.

"Tim, I don't think," Eric began.

"This isn't going to be so easy, Joey. I'd have to blanket the whole county to keep people away. As soon as I redirect the people who are heading this way, some more show up. Maybe Eric's right. Maybe we shouldn't."

"You forfeiting?" Joey asked dauntingly.

"I can't drive and blanket that large of an area at the same time, you know that!"

"You losing your touch?" he outright sneered. "I bet I could."

"Ha! You think for one moment I'd..." I said just as an idea occurred to me. "All right, smart ass. Let's make this a little more interesting. We race, but we don't stop at the end of the strip. You link with me, you blanket your side of the road, and I blanket my side. Who ever reaches Sparrow Street first wins, but only if they were blanketing the whole time. You think you can handle that? Or are you too rusty?"

"Come on, guys.." Eric moaned. "This is really stup.."

"Even if I am rusty, I can still out race AND out think you.. Ready?" he snarled.

"Do it!" I snarled back.

The link formed, and then we waited for the light to change.

At the same instant, we both floored it, and I grinned victoriously as my Formula leapt ahead of him.

But while I shifted, Joey caught up and actually got slightly ahead, but then moments later he fell back when he shifted gears himself.

The strain of constantly blanketing the area ahead wasn't something I could ignore. It was hard work, and normally I would have quit, but I knew if I was having difficulty, then Joey really was.

I was winning.. Every time I shifted Joey regained some ground, but then lost it and a little more during his own shifts. I could feel how hard he was struggling to keep up with me in both vehicle speed and blanketing speed, and because I was certain I would win, I let it go when he slipped up on the blanketing a few times, especially since he caught the people on the next go.

Just as we had the finish line in our sights, I only felt a momentary surge of confusion from Joey before suddenly finding my feet slamming on the brakes under his control. The shock of this almost made me lose control of the car, and if Joey hadn't purposely gone off the road and into the grass, I would have surely hit him as we spun a quarter of the way around.

I was just getting over the shock of it all when I saw this station wagon going down Sparrow Road, coming from Joey's side of the road. One of us if not both would have surely hit it if he hadn't stopped us, but I was far too angry to be thankful.

"You Fucker!" I choked as the pain from the seatbelt's pressure against my ribs began to subside. "You fucking ass hole!"

"Eric, you all right?" Joey said rushing up to our car.

"I think so," Eric said, his face starting to regain some of its color. "I bit my tongue and.. Tim? What's wrong?"

"Fuck, it hurts!" I moaned, my face twisted up from the slowly subsiding pain. "If you couldn't keep up with the blanketing, why the fuck did you wait so long? You should have tried to and warn me before seizing control of my fucking legs like that!"

"You shit head! Don't you think I would have if that's what happened? I blanketed that car three times before realizing it wasn't going to stop or turn off! I even tried to command them to stop directly, but it didn't work. By then there wasn't time to warn you. It wasn't my fault, and nobody got hurt."

"I beg to differ," I moaned as Eric undid my seat belt for me.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Eric said, trying to sound calm.

"No.. I'll be all right in a minute."

"I'm going to drive now," Eric said firmly.

"No you're not. We still have to finish the race."

"What?" Eric yipped.

"You're nuts if you think I'm going to go through that again," Joey said.

"Are you forfeiting?" I dared him.

"Fuck you, Tim. You know how hard that was on me. And my head is pounding from making you stop."

"Look," I said, indicating the road ahead. "We start just past Sparrow road, and we make the finish line right were the new pavement ends beyond the train tracks. There's no intersections to worry about, and I'll see anyone coming down the road in plenty of time to take any evasive action if we have to. Nothing can go wrong."

Joey looked at me for a moment, then turned and hurried back to his car. I knew I could have claimed victory, but I wanted an undisputed one and figured that even if I didn't get a good start, I was pretty sure I could still win since he had to shift at least three times before reaching the end.

Eric said he wanted no part of it and got out of the car. For a moment I was reconsidering my decision, but as soon as Joey pulled up next to me with his shades on, I shook it off and said, "Ready?"

"On the count of three," he said.

We counted down and sped off with both our tires screeching a bit, and while Joey had had a better start than the first time, I was still ahead by just a tad.

The stretch of road we were to race was a good mile or more in length, and we both were watching each other more than the road ahead. No cars came into sight, but as we got closer to the finishing line, something else did.

I noticed the crossing lights were flashing just when the train blew its horn, and it only took a moment for it all to sink in.

I looked over at Joey, and he looked back at me with the same look of fear as I felt, but then his eyes squinted and a look of determination came across his face, and I knew he wasn't going to quit, and neither was I.

The train was blowing its horn in long and desperate wails, my heart was pounding greater than I had ever felt it before, and all the while keeping my foot flat on the floorboard as we approached the train tracks of our destiny.

My fear began to get the best of me, however, and I suddenly realized the train would reach the crossing just as we would. In a fit of nerves, I slammed on my brakes, then sat there stiffly in horror as Joey's mustang shot ahead. The train... and Joey... speeding to intersect each other as I skid with such a screech that it hurt my ears.

I wasn't even paying attention to the fact that I was starting to skid sideways and might possibly flip, my eyes glued to Joey's tail lights as he put himself into the path of the speeding train, then closed my eyes not wanting to see the collision that never came.

My car came to a stop on only two tires, then jerked my senses right out from underneath me when it slammed down on the other two and bounced roughly up and down. I sat there shaking all over as the train continued to speed past me, knowing if I hadn't stopped, one of us would have been dead, if not both.

It wasn't until the train had finished rushing past that I moved a single muscle, but then I was a blur of motion when I saw Joey sitting there at the finish line waiting to rub it in.

Again I floored it, not really needing too, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins commanded it and I obeyed. The look on his face as I approached didn't help matters any, for he had won, I had lost, and nothing I could say would alter his incredible victory.

After cussing us both out and telling us we were stupid fools, Eric drove me home not speaking a word until we got there, and then helped me get out and took me inside very carefully.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I said for the hundredth time.

"You want to lie down in your room? Or in here?" he said sternly as we entered the living room.

"In the bath," I said softly. "Could you go grab the aspirin from the kitchen medicine cabinet for me? I think can make it from here okay."

"Okay," he said with a sigh and let me go.

Actually, I don't know why he had insisted on helping me walk. Getting out of the car had been really hard because of my ribs, but there wasn't anything wrong with my legs. He must have just been trying to mother me a little bit.

When he rejoined me in the bathroom, he found me struggling to take off my shirt without lifting my arms over my head. Eric immediately told me to stop, then popped the aspirin in my mouth and held the cup to my lips before helping me strip.

I wasn't the least bit surprised when he followed suit, and I was grateful for his help in getting me in the bathtub/pool since I couldn't really use my arms to lower myself down without making my ribs scream out their displeasure.

Eric spent the rest of the afternoon mothering me, but went home in a limo around six after tucking me in bed and giving me a loving wet kiss. I knew I had scared him pretty bad, and because of my aches and other troubles that week, I couldn't make it up to him until that weekend.

The intense homosexual sex Joey and I had had together allowed me to perform virtually any homosexual sex with Eric without it disturbing me. I had convinced myself that because I loved Eric, I wanted to do these things with him to prove my love to not just him, but to myself as well. Yet I had never truly desired to do these things, and never believed I ever would.

But that Saturday morning when I woke up alone in bed, I found myself thinking about sucking Eric off while fondling my cock under the sheets. Okay, so perhaps I had wanted to do some things, like sucking his or Joey's cock at times, but I had never day dreamed about doing it until then. The idea of waking Eric up by blowing him in his bed turned me on a lot, and in minutes I was getting in my car and taking off for Eric's house.

I was glad to find Eric's dad outside getting the paper in his robe and slippers, then after saying hi and telling him I wanted to surprise Eric, I followed him in and then went straight to Eric's bedroom.

He looked so beautiful to me. I didn't understand why I found his body so pleasing and arousing to me, especially when I realized I couldn't even see his face. I knew it was Eric, but it could have been any 15 year old boy laying there with his back towards me, and I wondered again if I was turning gay from the sudden urge I had to lick the soft lump hiding under the shorts he had worn to bed.

I was about to step forward and act on my impulse, but "Spanky's" hand suddenly rested upon my shoulder, and I was very startled to find him standing next to me enjoying the same view I had been.

"I love the way he looks when he sleeps, don't you?" he asked me. "I've watched him since he was a baby, and I still can't get enough of him like that."

"Yeah," I admitted, trying to keep my voice from revealing the shock I had just received. "He looks so.."

"Peaceful," he finished for me, giving me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before he let it drop to his side and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

I stood there a few moments more as my cheeks turned red, having discovered Eric's dad had pretty much known what I had come for after seeing it in my eyes.

But once I shook off my embarrassment, I stripped and then used Eric's own muscles to remove his shorts before getting on all fours and got ready to give him head.

It had been a long time since I had felt that excited and nervous about something like that, and when I paused to enjoy those sensations a moment or two longer, I was delighted to find my breath stimulating his cock into hardening as he slept.

I purposely breathed on it to make it grow faster, and once I saw it was as hard as it was going to get that way, I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his semi erect prick.

Eric stirred in his sleep, but did not waken as his cock grew even bigger inside my salivating mouth, so I just slowly and gently began to suck on it as it continued to lengthen and expand.

It became too large to fit in my mouth without gagging me, and once it had reached its full hardness without Eric waking up, I slowly began moving forwards then back, cautiously pushing his cock deeper into the back of my mouth with each stroke. I felt it throb when I finally had reached the point where I swallowed it into my throat, and I wasn't aware of when he finally did wake up. Eric just suddenly took hold of my head with his hands and held it there as he shot his first load of many for the day down my throat with a desperate gasp.

When he released his hold on my head and relaxed, I pulled back enough so I could breathe again, but kept his softening cock in my mouth as I filled my lungs with the air tainted with his crotch's sweet sexy scent. I spent several minutes on making sure his genitals were thoroughly wet and clean, then licked my way up to his chest before having to stop and stare into the love filled eyes looking back at me.

I couldn't help myself when my eyes noticed the sweat clinging to the fuzz of his teen mustache, and after I had licked across his upper lip, the love in his eyes was quickly changing to lust like mine already had. I ground my hard dick into his as I laid down on top of him, then humped him slowly as we took turns sucking the saliva out of the other's mouth.

Eric laid there on the bed for nearly two hours as I worshipped his body in every way I could. The only sounds out of our mouths were the gasps we couldn't hold back, but after sensing his mom and dad watching us through the crack of the door, I gave up on being quiet and ran my tongue over Eric's exposed and puckered ass.

I fucked his ass hard, barely preventing myself from cumming when Eric whimpered from his dry orgasm, his balls having completely emptied their contents three orgasms ago. Despite the fact that he was currently running on empty, I still had no trouble getting it hard enough for me to sit on it, and I think that's when Eric gave out his loudest groan. But to my chagrin, our audience had gotten so caught up in our sex that they were fucking out in the hall, oblivious to the fact they were performing to another audience of their own.

Finding Karen's thoughts centered around imagining her boyfriend's cock in her ass like her father's was in her mother's pushed me over the edge. Eric was so far gone that he didn't react to my spunk hitting his chest and neck until I was nearly finished, and then all he could do is open his mouth wide and wait to see if anything fell inside.

I laid there on top of him for a long time, enjoying the feel of my cum sandwiched between our sweaty and young bodies, never letting up on my licks and kisses to his face and neck until he was deep asleep again.

I left him as I had found him, having again used his own muscles to put his shorts on as he slept. I hoped he would wake up and wonder if it had only been a dream, but knew he would be certain it hadn't when he recognized the smell of sex that his room was filled with when I left.