August Moone
Book 4
Still Tripping
Chapter 4
Beyond Measure

	To say the least he did enjoy it, far more better than he had with the woman from the wharf.  With Lt. Saro he had the time, he wasn’t rushed, there was sufficient lighting and security.  Slowly he undone her clothing, it was time consuming and only did he take the time to remove her shirt and accompanying tee-shirt, and the bra--releasing those lovely perky large B cup hooters.  
	Her green fatigue pants he merely undone and pulled down to her ankles, not bothering to undo her boots that was too much.  Plain panties, full brief.  Lovely.  Simply fucking lovely.
	A nice-nice blond bush there was to greet him, neatly trimmed, but “bushy” in between.  On close examination of her twat, she was NOT a virgin.  He determined afterwards that she was NOT a slut, either.  Her pussy was deliciously tight, snug fitting, and gripped his cock nicely, gliding it inward.  Looking down upon the woman as she lay sprawled on her desk, there was no reaction save the involuntary actions from the body experiencing orgasm.
	He marveled at the woman as he pumped her.
	He marveled at the very idea of what he was getting away with.
	He still couldn’t believe it.  He pumped his all, dousing the lieutenant’s cunny with his juices, suckled on her titties and grinded against her swamp box a little more just because.  He smiled inwardly to himself, he could get to like this, a lot!
	He admired the woman as she was, cum juices drizzling from her cunny.  He would have likened to plug her backdoor, too--but he would save that for another day.  He was sure he could get her to SUCK him, too!
	He dressed her, but didn’t clean her off--let HER finger it out.
	There afterwards he scooted out to the hallway to where the coffee machine and snack bar was.  ‘I release you back to yourself.’ he Minded.
	He listened.  He strained to listen.  He heard nothing.  Timidly he leaned as far as he dared, peering just into the lieutenant’s office.  Karen Saro sat somewhat stupefied at her desk.  She ran her fingers thru her hair which she was normally a shoulder length blond but due to Army regs she had to put it up in a tight bun and/or under her bill cap.
	Forrest slinked back to the coffee machine and went thru the process of rinsing it clean, a new filter, fresh coffee for in the morning, checking the Honor System Cup of change, adding his own, and making general noises for the lieutenant to hear.
	She came out.
	She looked a little pale, confused--highly confused.
	“Ma’m?” Forrest said curiously.
	She brightened up a bit, she was short and looked up to him, her lily white face awash in sweat--unbeknownst to her sex sweat.  She shrugged off whatever and scurried down the hall to the bathroom.
	Forrest waited until she would come out.

	He was hard pressed to keep from doing something, she offered him a drive back up to the Barracks, the 7th MI Unit Building.  She had washed her face (in the bathroom) and probably a little more attention to her cunny.  She seemed a little rattled and nervous, Forrest accepted the ride graciously and sat quietly during the ride--as did Lt. Saro.
	At least once a week Forrest “tagged” the LT, in her office, upstairs on the second floor whereas here there was WIDE open spaces--it was a storage facility with only one “room” to one end to serve as three offices.
	He did manage to bugger her, fuck her super tight asshole, strip her totally naked and shower her with cum and pee.  He managed, also, to get her to “suck” him; and swallow the subsequent spunk matter.  (He was oblivious to the fact that he could, too, possibly Q&A her, but oh well.)
	He was jazzed about his abilities.  But it gave him great concern, the very idea of having some sort of Minding Ability was just phenomenal and beyond belief, if not comprehension.  He read up on the study of such doings, but just wasn’t overly convinced.
	To take his mind of it, he tagged the LT.  He also brought into parlay the lovely Lt. Jill Casper.  She was demure as could be and just not really cut out to be in the military.  But she was and was in the field of communication but mostly a paperwork shuffler, keeping tabs on the soldiers who went to the field and into any actual combat.  
	When the timing was right, Forrest did so in facto have BOTH LTs strip down and put on a lovely-lovely show for him--basically, 69ing.  He tagged both women, both in their mid 20s and enjoyed overjoyously the two cunt munching one another.  There was no better thrill than seeing that, and whoever was on top at the time, he fucked their asshole.  When done he had the gal on bottom lick clean the splooge matter FROM that asshole.  And when his cock had sufficiently recovered, he went to the gal on bottom, stuffing her pussy and having his cock sucked by the one who was on top--as well as having her clean off the splooge coated cunt he had just fucked.
	There, too, were those civilians in public he enjoyed, when visiting the Wharf, Fisherman’s Wharf of Monterey.  When security was not an issue, no one around to see anything, Forrest Minded his way into several young ladies.
	Once, on a dare to himself, he Minded his way to a young girl.
	She was in her teens.  A pretty thing, walking alone but in a very public locale.  But on the day, which was a Sunday, not a lot of peoples were about.  So it was easy to Mind the girl to waltz her little dainty ass to a more secluded spot.  Once in the sanctity of seclusion Forrest easily had his way with the middle level teenager, stripping her down totally to his delight and shagging her.  She was NOT a virgin, but hadn’t engaged in sexual relations all that often.
	Sitting on a bench over looking a rocky beach and the blue Pacific, he came to realize that his Ability was dangerous.  Very dangerous.  How far would it take him, what were the potential repercussions?  Medically it was the pesky headaches, blurred vision, earaches, and an occasional very bothersome toothache.
	But there were days when it didn’t bother him in the least.
	He began to think about other facets of his Ability, he knew that he could Mind people to do his will, to do things they wouldn’t normally do otherwise.  But what about “thinking.”  He knew that when after he had had his thrills with whoever, and he “released” them--they knew naught of what had happened to them.  Soooooo, could he have them “think”, too; could he have them give him money--i.e. bank employee; give him a promotion--give him anything, a car, boat, plane?  
	The potentiality was incredible--and beyond belief!
                                                 *****

Over There!  Over There!  Over There, Please Beware; that a Yank is Coming, He’s Coming to Cumming, All Over You and Everywhere!

	The Military Way of Life; for some exiting their Advanced Training base they get cut orders to go either go to their Stateside Permanent Party Duty Station, OR, Overseas.  The options for overseas duty was usually Germany or Korea.  There were others, many others, but the most popular where the two afore mentioned stated.
	If a soldier got Orders for Stateside duty he/she could expect a minimum 1 yr duty there in.  Thereafter new orders were cut and that soldier departed the States for Overseas Duty--depending on his/her tour of enlistment, which was at the time of Forrest Finch, 4 years.  Some were 2-3 years there after.  But Forrest’s was four years.  So one year and a couple of months Stateside, then at least 18 months Overseas, then back to the states to another Unit/Base with the final year (or so) back to his/her original 1rst Duty Station or therebouts.
	Forrest wasn’t looking forward to going overseas.  Mainly it was the flight, he was terrified of flying.  And there was the new environment concept to deal with, too.  He was like many typical folk, complacent in one particular setting, moving out of one such familiar setting to a new one gives some folks the jitters.  He had experienced in Basic, flying from the West Coast to the East Coast.  But after a few weeks he had gotten used to it, even sharing his space with other peoples of color, nationalities, accents, creeds, and so on.
	Then, he was booted out of the familiar/used to setting to a new one in another state.  But his adjustment there (at AIT, Ft Gordon, Georgia) was far better than expected.  He actually made some friends and got along with the cadre (NCO staff, etc.)  He found off-base activities (swimming, hiking, boating, screwing the locales, etc.)
	When he was good and used to the new environment, off he was shipped back to the West Coast.  (although, there was that 6 months of being in la-la land he knew nothing about…)
	A year spent at the sunny seaside fort and he was well acclimated to the area, new the locals, (some better than others), had a good job he did well, and earned a stripe (on his own merit--no Minding involved), and considered getting an apartment off-base.
	Orders dispatching him to Germany ended that.  If he declined the Orders, which WAS an option, he would undoubtedly be cut from the Unit he liked to go bunk with a grunt-ground pounding infantry unit he most undoubtedly would NOT like.  (AND in another state far-far away.)  
	He had no choice.
	He got two-weeks leave, to spend with his parents.
	He also found out something more about his headaches--or the cause thereof.

	Exiting a Duty Station is not the easiest thing to do; a solider firstly has to go about to several buildings (some he’s not even been to before) and get signed off.  It takes a good week to visitate all the places needed to go and then there’s the Hospital.  A soldier cant leave the states to venture to a new territory w/o a righteous examination.
	There was the serious of shots, including the one in the ass.  With a tremendous headache going on he didn’t venture into any narly shenanigans.  But with a private convo with a doctor, Forrest asked about the tumultuous headaches he had, and the other associative symptoms.
	At first the doctor prescribed various meds, a light exam, and then…
	The doctor noted the skull surgery.
	The doctor noted the extra numbers on Forrest’s dogtags.
	The doctor noted something in Forrest’s personal medical file.
	He seemed to have gotten awfully ansy.
	He asked Forrest a few questions; Forrest shrugged and filled him in on the “accident.”  the doctor seemed a little--on edge.  He was a major, an army doctor, and very uneasy.
	‘Hey, Doc, what gives?’
	The doctor’s eyes glazed over a bit, he closed them and wavered and then; “You’ve been experimented on.” he said in a more calmer voice.
	“Experimented on!” Forrest rubbed his head and noted the scars thereon.  He licked his lips, “What the fu--crap!”  then, ‘What the fuck--uh, what are you talking about, explain, what EXPERIMNENT!?’
	To wit the good mindless doctor explained EXP-011010100110 indicated a top level security experiment.
	“What kind?  Shit!” then, ‘What kind?  What the fuck did they do to me?  Who did it?”
	The doctor didn’t know any of the answers, he indicated to the part of the medical file that was classified.  There was a notation that if the solider, Forrest Finch, should come under hospitalization a number was given to call.  Under no circumstances was the Patient to be operated on until a member of the NSA was on scene.
	This was serious shit.

	He had been experimented on, but to what degree?
	He got a mild case of the heebie-jeebies.  He determined at length due to the peculiarities of his medical files, juxtaposed with the odd behavior of his parents, it was indeed serious shit.  NSA had apparently been to his parents, NSA (National Security Agency) was involved whole heartedly.
	But why?  What the fuck had happened?
	With the doctor’s help, although he didn’t know it, Forrest managed to get an x-ray of his noggin.  It didn’t help too much, but there in his noggin he did find something curious--something there that was there when he was borned.
	What it was wasn’t known.
	Time to unseal some sealed documents.
	(fuck it, they were his anyways, right?)

                                                  *****

	It didn’t do him much good to snoop into his own files, there were huge blacked out areas of text on the documents, but they did appear to be medical documents.  
	There was something in his noggin, just what he didn’t know.  It was either the cause of his headaches or the cause of his Minding Abilities.  Or both!  So why was it there, it wasn’t a piece of metal ON his head like he had seen war vets with, or serious crash victims who needed a piece of metal in lieu of a scalp; this bit of metal was INSIDE his head!
	His last memories were of leaving the base, Ft. Gordon, he was on a bus with some other Joes & Joesephines--no, that wasn’t right--it was a taxi, wasn’t it?  Hmmm  he didn’t know, not for sure.  Did he make it to the airport?  He believed that it was before that.  But wasn’t sure?  If he went back there, would anything come of it?  He had nothing to go on, where had they taken him, what had they done to him, exactly, and the biggie--why?
	But something else didn’t mesh--if he was a part of some big freaking experiment, wouldn’t there by NSA agents about, CIA, FBI, CID, some government official dogging him?  Maybe that was a part of the experiment, too--to see what he would do with the Minding Ability!?
	He scratched his head, was it possible to take the thing out, remove it?  Probably not without killing him.  He became a little worried if not paranoid.  He continued on his business, trying to reseal the medical documents as best he could, but realized the seal could easily be detected as having been breached.  It was serious business peeking into classified documents, despite the fact they were your own.
	So, screw it, he kept them.  He returned to the doctor to his last original place, signed off on some paperwork and buried it with other paperwork on top of it, tucked the medical documents under his shirt and waltzed out.

	To say that he was on edge would be the classic understatement.  He checked his room, thoroughly.  He found no bugs but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.  He didn’t note anyone suspicious or anything of the like.  He would have felt better if there had been such.
	He began taking security measures, tape and hair on the windows and door.  He got into no conversations with anyone and kept to himself, so far as he knew all was okay, he was alone, and on his way to Germany.
	He returned to a normal regime; shagging the lieutenants and going out to the wharf area to do likewise to unsuspecting civilians.  He chose most often young ladies; he managed two and three at a time, but felt he would press his luck with any more than that.  
	He also had a penchant for younger ladies, teenage girls.
	Sixteen to eighteen was the general appeal.
	But there were a couple of others.  In the last days of being a member of the 7th, he delved into severe debauchery by immorally defiling a fifteen year old.  She was cute, damn cute, for one thing.  A nice pink ribbed top containing a lovely pair of “apple sized” breasts.  Lovely hips, long strawberry hair, a sweet-sweet face and just delicious true and true.
	For his delight he had her strip down before him--in his secluded area of the rock beach just a ways away from the wharf where they had been.  He saw no one, no one about.  He had the girl, Keri, pause when down to her panties.  Thereafter he had her turn about and bend over, spank herself and thoroughly please him beyond belief.
	With himself soon naked he had her suck him and bring him to orgasm; due to her cocksucking technique and not retching or gagging while she did so, he assumed she was a pro.
	She was a virgin, though.
	In the semi wet sand he nailed her.  He wished he would have done it more often, taking the young ladies he had balled recently to his secluded area of the beach.  He had the beautiful sea before him, the crashing waves, clear sky, the breezes, the seclusion.  
	He marveled at the young beauty, a lovely-lovely nude body.  He delighted on her apple sized titties, kissed on her, humped on her virgin pussy, fingered it and then licked her out.  He was going to miss Lt. Saro and Casper…
	After doinking the young lady, he felt funky and continued, sighting in on a lovely pair of mere 13 year olds.  He had to have them.  Friends they were, cute, one blond, one dark hair.  About the same size in body they were, one a bra cup size larger than the other, one having a bit bigger booty (butt), but other than that.
	Back in his secluded spot on the beach, nestled up into some jagged jutting rocks and boulders--it formed a natural cave of sorts.  Just right for shagging without being seen.  After deflowering both girls, spanking them, going off up their Hershey Highways, more spanking, showering them with pee he had them 69 one another while he rested.  He thoroughly enjoyed that, he loved seeing girls prance in their panties, as well as shuck them off; as well as turn about and bend over, spreading their cheeks so as he could take a nice gander of their assholes and young cunnies.
	But girls weren’t his own delight.

	He found favor with a young feller.  Normally and almost always his desire(s) were for girls, and girls at least preteen age.  He didn’t see himself as a monstrous leach (or leech, for that matter) praying on the young girls in his eyesight.  With his new found Mental Abilities, acquisition of such deplorable desires were no longer a fantasy.
	He did like boys, and young girls, too--but on a different level other than desiring to see them naked.  There was something special about young children--so innocent, cute, handsome, and playful.  Why they were so desirable in a sexual manner he didn’t know.  He mostly tried to concentrate mostly on the teenage girls, he wasn’t interested in teen boys in the least.
	But Yes on young boys, younger then ten, but at least older than five, six--seven.  In his last days at Ft. Ord he strolled through familiar territory he had grown to love and become accustomed to.  He came to take notice of a young fellow being teased by two older boys.  It became apparent and determined that the two older boys were siblings.  The boys in question ditched their young sib, leaving him scared and alone in a small city park.
	Enter Forrest Finch.
	With his Mental Powers he guided the boy to the far side of the park to the bushes and park maintenance buildings.  He himself scooted along the bushes lining the park to make his way to those buildings unseen.  He licked his lips when coming upon the boy, he was delighted.  Mostly as the boy was a handsome little fart, about seven years young he was.  A bowl shaped hairstyle, rich sandy brown hair, blue eyes, boyish features and charms.  
	‘Take your pants down.’ Forrest Minded to the lad.
	With no hesitation the boy did so.
	Forrest smiled and pulled his hard cock out…

	He was almost ready to shoot off right then and there, but he wanted to hold off for as long as he could.  He made a security check, saw no one, and continued his debauchery.  
	He had the boy handhold his cock; further instilling into Forrest the awe of his doings; the fact that the victim would/could do all things commanded of him/her with no hesitation, no backlash, no problem whatsoever.  (with the added kicker being that they did not remember doing so afterwards!)  The time that their mind was overwhelmed by Forrest’s mental prowess blanked out their memory.  The potentiality of his doing was just beyond belief.
	His cock surged with might as he further commanded the youngster to “kiss the cock.” the boy leaned in and pressed his young lips to the glistening bulbous knob of cock before him.  Forrest rubbed his salty dog onto the boy’s handsome innocent face, then knelt down and lowered the lad’s underwear.
	A nice little pecker greeted him.  He fondled it, knowing that many a priest would be soooooo envious!  Lovely young tater tots dangled between the boy’s legs, he fondled them and then went down on the boy.  He couldn’t believe it himself, he was not a homosexual and had no sexual desires to be sexually active with another fellow’s fellow.  But this was different.
	Easily he devoured the boy’s cock and hairless balls.  To his young tender ass Forrest rubbed and squeezed the soft supple cheeks.  Something deep stirred within him.  The realization of how dangerous he could be to society began to evolve.
	Slowly he turned the boy around and positioned him on his hands and knees.  For a few moments he caressed the boy’s ass, fingering the virgin anus and pressing his cock against the crack, lightly poking at the hole.  With his hands on the boy’s hips Forrest found himself sexually intoxicated!
	He went down and began tongue lashing the boy’s rectum, finger fucking it, prepping it for the ultimate sin.  His own cock he deemed WAS too big for anal penetration, he didn’t want to hurt the boy, not really.  But the desire butt fuck was great and he was overwhelmed.
	With pre-fucking the hole with his finger, more tongue action, spittle, and some pre-lube of cock grease, Forrest began a steady prodding to enter the young boy’s asshole.
	In his ear he heard voices, across the park, calling out, “Mark!  Mark!” to with Forrest asked, ‘What is your name?’
	“Mark.” replied the boy he was sodomizing.
	Forrest nodded and continued fucking.

	Just to stir shit up, Forrest instilled into the young boy, Mark, that he had been lured away by a tall skinny black man.  He was scooted out into the park butt bare ass naked, with his asshole smoldering and oozing cum.  His two older brothers saw him and freaked out.  Forrest barely missed being observed as he scooted across the street, caught the city bus and returned to base.
	Later on that same day while on base, Forrest was in full form; setting his eyes on a pretty preteen girl he scurried her away to the lee side of a park bathroom of which faced a thick dense line of bushes.  Here he had the 12 year old take just her skin tight jeans down to her knees.  Then, while she stood in light pink panties he commanded her to pee.
	It took a while, he fingered her pussy, sucked on her bare breasts, drove his tongue into her mouth and got her to stroke his cock.  He still had not realized that he may have had the Q&A possibility--sometimes the truth from the victim/subject was quite entertaining.
	With the drinking of some water and a fifteen minute wait, Tanya finally managed to let her bladder gladder.  A strong torrent of urine splashed thru the crotch of her panties.  Forrest was invigorated.  He rubbed his rock hard cock against the girl’s sopping wet cunny, sneaking it under the hem of her undies and gouging out her young cunny.
	Upon hearing voices calling for Tanya he ceased the deflowering attempt and pulled the girl’s pants up.  He made himself scarce and then let the girl be.  She kinda freaked out realizing that she had pissed her self at her age!  She was most embarrassed and upset.  Forrest humped his cock hiding in the bushes.

	For his next trick; he set his eyes on a pretty young girl, she was a teenager this time around, but not much of one.  She was on base and therefore the child of someone in uniform.  Messing with civilians was one thing, getting freaky with military personnel was something else!  But he risked it; he couldn’t help himself.
	But for this round he tried a new route, just because.
	The girl in question was approx. fourteen or fifteen years young, short curly bouncy brown hair, brown eyes, dainty to a point.  She was walking alone across a basketball court making her way to the base PX.  She was out in the open and so was almost the ultra horny Forrest Finch.
	He would have passed on her save for her cuteness, her bouncing boobies, swishing ass.  She wore a black/white polka dotted skin tight top attached to a short black pleated skirt.  He determined she was in some sort of dance activity.
	For no other reason than just because he Minded to the girl to see if his narly thought would transmute.  It did.  He smiled, his cock surged; he had the girl “think/believe” that she had to fart.  A big narly nasty pesky fart bubble was ready to explode from her ass--just as she came into the close proximity of other peoples.
	Somewhat petrified her butt blast explosion would surely be heard by the young people, other teens her age and there abouts, grownups, and military personnel, she sought a quick escape.  Forrest Finch just twent feet from her leaning against a small storage building directed her.  She came hastily to the building and then behind it--her mind told to dismiss the soldier leaning against said building.  (a form of invisibility!)
	Once behind the building of which opened out to a landscape of nothingness and then the freeway (US 1) less then half a mile distant, the girl bent over slightly, raising her skirt and sliding her panties down to fully expose her ass.  Then she caressed her ass and pulled the cheeks apart.
	She was still Minded to dismiss the presence of Forrest.
	He stepped up close to her and Minded to her the fact that she HAD released a noxious butt blast.  Forrest then openly hauled out his cock and stuffed her funk hole.  She was NOT an anal virgin.  He was still oblivious to the fact that he could probably ask WHO had been stuffing her backdoor, he just stuffed it himself and let it be at that.
	When done moments later, he spanked the girl’s ass, fingered her sopping wet cunny then turned the girl about to kiss on her; pressing her up against the backside of the building and deeply smooching her for his fill.  Her breasts were his to fondle, as well as her furry young snatch.
	For added effect (afterwards) he slid the girl’s panties off and tucked them about his aching cock.  He then directed the girl to continue on her way, cum oozing out of her asshole.  When she got to the cement steps that led up the dirt berm to the PX parking lot he “released” her.  
	She became almost instantly aware that something was wrong, something was “missing.”  she looked around wildly, hands to her ass noting the missing undies.  She seemed a little in a panic.  Forrest mingled with the other Joes and Josephine’s at the base bus stop.  The girl continued to panic and looked around for her underwear.  The bus came, Forrest got on board and went on about his own business…

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The Fatherland!
	“We’ll go Hiel! Hiel!  Right in Der Fuehrer's Face !”

	He remembered the airport, boarding the huge jumbo overseas jet, the in-flight movie and the in-flight meal; but that was about it.  It was a ten-hour flight, he remembered 2 hours of it.
	There was the hustle and confusion of disembarking in a new land, into a new land, a new environment.  It was perfect, the day was dreary and raining in Frankfurt, Germany.
	A sign and a designated NCO directed the soldiers arriving to the Rhineland to a staging area; their paperwork looked over and they were directed to another staging area inside a rather large hanger--at least they were out of the rain.
	Military protocol, indoctrination, introduction, etc-etc to the new environment, paperwork shuffle, soldier shuffle.  Being an NCO (non-commissioned officer) Forrest wasn’t gruffed on so much as was the lower life forms.  At now E-6 (Staff Sergeant/Specialist Grade 6), Forrest now got the duty to form ranks, to be in charge of ranks.  He liked it to a point, it was less hectic but then again, he would rather be a “follower” and not a leader.  Being in the classification of barking orders was not his forte.  He was still (as far as he knew) within his MOS, a specialist in the training of OpFor.  He worked alone.  But that was back in the World, the Stateside base, whether or not that would remain the same in the new environment he didn’t know.
	A lieutenant bitched about his “missing” medical records.  Forrest shrugged it off, he had last seen his records at the Ft. Ord hospital when he had gotten his shots and final exam.  He had nothing to do with them.  (well…)
	They were all settled down at temporary billets for the duration of about a week, settling orders, new patches, orders, etc.  Forrest was put in the position of keeping track of a group of new soldiers, he didn’t like it, it wasn’t in him to do so, he worked alone.  But there was something to it, the “power.”  he just didn’t care to having to have to answer to pipsqueaky lieutenants, 90-day Wonders they were called.  But other than that he enjoyed himself.
	And he enjoyed himself on old familiar ways, too.
	That entailed some lovely young perky Josephine’s.
	Security was the problem, though; getting said Subject Josephine “alone” somewhere.  But he did manage.  And he did manage to get the young soldier gal to take her army pants and panties down so as he “could get at her.”  He thoroughly enjoyed himself, spanking the gal(s), going off into their mouths, titty fondling and pussy fingering.  Two of the four gals he fucked in the ass only, two others got nailed in the twat.  All four sucked his manly cock and all four were spanked and their pussies peed on.
	Then it was on to an interim base before final deployment to where he would be spending the next 18 months.  This was Wurzburg, a go-between between Frankfurt and final destination.  Just two days here.  Forrest got to go about the military installation, but he didn’t “bother” anyone, he didn’t “feel” like it.  The weather and his basic demeanor in regards to how he felt decreed his desires (or lack of.)
	He familiarized himself with the locals, but not so much as he would have to do it at his final destination.  He kept to himself mostly, acquiring a few trinkets to send home, and always on the lookout to see if anyone was looking at him.
	Paranoia, it’s a good thing!

	Finally he arrived at his new digs, a base unit just outside the city of Sweinfurt.  There were two US Military bases, one IN the city itself and one just outside.  Why?  Just fucking because.  Forrest met the cadre and officer staff and then settled into his new room--which was a room to himself due to the fact that the unit as a whole had moved out of an old building to a bran new building and his arrival was a last minute thing so he got a room assignment of his very own.  Which suited him well enough just fine.
	There wasn’t much time to settle in and get comfy, he had a “meeting” with the direct command staff, about his job and details thereof.

	For all newcomers to the Fatherland/Deutschland, there is a 2-week orientation; getting a basic grasp of the language and customs.  During this time Forrest found some solace in a missionary abode.  It was for to service to the peoples of the two military bases but also catered to anyone who desired to get to know God on a more personal level via Christianity--as most Germans were Lutheran, Catholic, Protestant, other.
	 Forrest made note to visit the missionary abode, a special two story home in the backdrop of German/American residences just north of the base he was attached to.  (mainly (if not solely) due to the fact that the missionary family consisted of three lovely-lovely girls; a seventeen year old, then a twelve year old and then a ten year old.)
	Not many of the “girls” in the town were too particularly on the pretty side, attractive, etc.  He was okay with that, other than an occasional Josephine soldier gal, and/or a civilian girl/woman the daughter/wife of a fellow Joe, Forrest sought to abstain from debauchery.
	He felt odd, and adds with himself, he had dreams--nightmares that the doings he did were evil, pure evil, and they would consume him--take him to realms he did not wish to venture into.  And the headaches were a bother, too.  

	He sought to abstain from debauchery--but didn’t succeed.
	He had fallen into a rigor of regime regarding his work, keeping busy; it pleased his superiors.  His job was special and solitary, he didn’t mind.  He had a nosey lieutenant pester him a few times, when he got too bothersome Forrest simply had him ‘go away.’
	There was the forethought that with his special Minding Abilities he could be quite dangerous--if not rich!  He could command anyone, to do anything, anytime!  It was beyond measure!
	He figured that on the religious level--of which he was not a member, this parlayed into Satan’s hands.  But was the Ability still a part of some elaborate governmental cover up?  Was he a test subject?  To went end?  To see how far someone with the Minding Abilities would go, or something along the lines of being an Assassin?
	He was government property, government issue (GI), he was in a sense a patsy, a pawn.  But he seemed to be operating on his own, he had his own thoughts--they WERE his own thoughts--weren’t they?
	There were too many theories.  None of which he liked.
	He threw himself back into his work and soon was out with the unit in the “field” in a training exercise.  Being the  Tactical Operations Special Security/Special Advanced Logistic Adverse Deliverer  Opposing Force member, he worked alone.  He had his own jeep with trailer and all the essential equipment needed to foil a command unit’s ability to communicate with anybody anywhere.
	It wasn’t all bread & crackers for Forrest, he was given only a mild idea of “where” his unit would be going into the field, sometimes miles and miles away from the base, out in the middle of Deutschland scenery.  With maps, ears, and dire determination he would find them--the Unit would amscray first having a 6 hour head start--to mobilize and set up in new digs and establish themselves.  Then Forrest would come along and camp nearby unawares and foil their communicative abilities.
	He had been offered some help in his doings, but it was a solitary position, the less people knew about what was going on the better security wise.  (but he did have to admit a lackey to help set up camp would be nice.)
	But with no lackey he would do it himself.
	But first, hanky-panky!
	He had been at the motor pool, a good little walk from the Unit building all the day, he had planned to strike out just before sunset, arriving to an area where there was a hill outside of a small German town whereas he would park it on that hill--and use his ears--listening for his Units big generators.  That would give him a more clean idea of whereabout they were located.
	The value of a lackey to help became more and more valuable.
	Anyways, he noted that he had forgotten a log book he used, it was stowed away in his private room back at the Unit; for reasons unknown he walked there.  He could have just as easily taken the fully loaded jeep, but decided at the last minute to waltz back.  He would grab some chow on his way back, play some pool and pinball, and rest before taking off.
	As like his old Unit, the 7th MI back at Planet Ord, the 106th Battalion had multiple companies sharing the same building, but most of them accompanied Forrest’s unit, the other half was on duty elsewhere as they were the military police.
	And there were others, too; light duty personnel, derelicts of the Units, sick, recovering from an operation, or pregnant.  
	Forrest dashed up the back-side stairs to the 3rd floor where his room was in the middle.  He paused long enough, too, to unload in the private bathroom--all Unit building rooms had their own private facilities--the rooms were general two per room and sometimes three and four, but mostly just two.  
	After unloading he noted the need for toilet paper.  He took care of personal business and had to use the shower afterwards.  (draw your own conclusions there…)
	Afterwards he scooted down the hall to the supply room.  Being a member of rank, he had a key to get the supplies he needed.  And after filling his private cabinet up with necessary items, he helped himself to a couple of rolls and deodorants, too, for his “camping” supplies.
	Then it was scurrying down the main steps (stairs) to the main intersecting hall to the backdoor where there was a path that would lead him directly to the Tiger’s Den.  (The Tiger’s Den being an option to the chow hall, it was run partially by civilians of the military personnel as well as German civilians.  It served regular chow as well as snacks and German cuisine; there was pool tables, air hockey, pinballs, and a lounge with nightly movies.)
	There was a Charge of Quarters room, it had a large bay window encircling it, meeting with the two back walls.  Here the NOC and private sat for 24 hrs. manning the phones and running errands.  Not a hectic job, just incredibly boring--especially when the Unit companies bugged out to go camping.
	Manning the phones was Sergeant JL Jenkins of some southern town no one’s ever heard of.  He was soundly sleeping.  He was gruff--er, girthy.  A big fella, ten years of military service, specialized in generators and eating binges--and German beer festivals.  With him was Specialist Lisa Garthman.
	With the Unit virtually vacant there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot to do, ’cept read, watch some television, fiddle-fart around and/or sleep.  Usually the CQ duo sweeps and mops/waxes the floors--empties the trash bins, cleans out the officers offices, walks around the building to check doors and windows, notes who’s in the building and who’s not, a run down to the motor pool now and then to break up the monotony.
	Lisa Garthman was 7 months pregnant, she was due to go home, back to Alabama.  Her husband who was also a member of Forrest’s unit, was out in the field and would join her in a few months after the birth of their child. 
	Lisa was cute, 5’5”, blond, Southern charm and personality.  She had smiled to Forrest a few times, not being flirtatious, just charming.  Forrest had never fucked a preggy, before.  But there was always time for the first time.
	Easily he made “contact” with the gal and had her leave the CQ enclosure and make for the stairs.  At the stairs he had her strip naked.  He enjoyed it, she wore particular uniform dress outfit that was suitable for a preggy in her condition and sensible shoes.  Forrest helped steady her as she undressed, his cock was rock hard.
	Inside the stair area enclosure he nailed the pregnant gal, she was in her mid 20s and very cute.  He plowed his way semi-easily up her backdoor, being pregnant her husband took the rear route as it was easier access.
	Positioning her about on all fours horny Forrest found a way into her cunny, too--giving the baby nestle therein pecker dents!  

	After filling the young lady’s pussy and asshole with delicious quantities of his love cream, he helped re-dress her and then ushered her back to where she belonged, “releasing” her back into her own recognizance when he was at the back door.
	Then, at chow, he took notice of a pretty long tall drink of water, she was exceedingly tall--and pretty.  She hailed from Texas, wore skin tight jeans, with a semi skin tight pullover green teeshirt with the emblem of her unit emblazoned on the front.  She was quite popular, friendly, and Forrest wanted to fuck her.
	Another gal in a short-short skirt played some pinball with some other pin monkeys; Forrest determined that the three gangly soldiers seriously wanted to fuck the ever loving beejesus out of the girl--the ever loving…
	But time was against him, it was getting late and he had stuff to do, other stuff, normal stuff.  He would be back, though.  He kept the tall Texan in his mind and the other lovely, too, then departed the snack bar and made ready to go on his camping excursion.

                                                    *****

	Not to say that he was bored with his excursion into the wilds of the Fatherland; he only got lost twice, seriously lost once.  With what little German he had a command of he spoke at length with a an old German farmer on his tractor in a field near the road where Forrest saw him.
	They looked together on the map Forrest had, it was 10PM, by normal time he should have been well on his way to infiltrating his Units communicating abilities.  The old German pointed out the town he was supposed to find as well as gave him tidbit info on the large convoy of US Army trucks that had whizzed by hours earlier.
	At just a little after midnight he found the “hill” he had been searching for, now it was less important.  He was hours late, he wondered how his superiors were thinking--wondering if he could do the job or was lost.  He sure as hell wasn’t going to tell them that he had gotten lost OR that the task was too great.  (he had built himself up too much for that!)
	For quite some time he sat, staring, listening, and a little praying.
	He had a radio to contact the Unit should it be deemed necessary.  But that would mean defeat.  He would have none of that.  He took a long piss and felt his stomach grumble.  He pushed aside his need of sustenance and moved off of the hill.
	At 3AM after crawling thru muck and mud, culverts, potato fields, he found the communication post for his Unit.  It was a connecting post for to communicate with several other Units strung out in the air.  Unit 1A was five miles to the south, Unit 1B a little further north, north of the little German town he had missed earlier.
	Unit 1C, HIS Unit, was in the immediate area.
	Figuring out the path was the next trick, splicing into the communication wires and such.  He had to be on alert, too, for the possibility of traps.
	There were none, and by 4AM he had found his Unit.

	By 6AM he had returned to his private encampment and began setting up, he would have to start the radio jamming techniques fairly soon; he knew the signal platoon (the grunt wire line runners) would trace their lines and find the splices.  But there were others that would NOT be found.
	By 8AM he was up and running, and exhausted.  He collapsed into his bunk and dozed until noon.  

	After making physical contact with his superiors, squaring away all that was necessary and militarily proper, he made his way back to his camp.  Taking a nature path that led him down to a small German town.  He paused a moment and took note of two children--two German children wandering about a fence plucking wildflowers.  He assumed that they were brother and sister, the girl about ten with the boy about five.
	He wondered something.  He had for a long while but had no means in which to try it out.  Now he did; would his Abilities allow him to debacle those of different races, creeds, nationalities?  One way to find out.
	He kept himself somewhat secretive, unseen in other words.
	There was too much openness to risk just waltzing out from the woods to be closer to the kiddies.  There was a canal, too, running along one side of the open meadow of which the Subjects were flower picking.  A huge Army truck rumbled over the canal bridge and into the town.  He waited.
	He had some things to do concerning his job, and then a meeting with the officer group of his Unit later on that day.  But he waited, picked some flowers himself and made occasional Mind attempts.  
	Apparently there was a “range” to the Minding ability, he guesstimated the kiddies to be 100 yards out.  Too far to be effected.  He would have to get closer.  There WERE ground cover, thick vegetation.  He wrinkled his nose--he detested crawling like a worm on the ground.  But he did it just the same, coming within 50 yards of the Subjects, he was then at the edge of the vegetation.  Beyond that was fifty yards of open space that was short trimmed grass to the white picket fence.  Goats and sheep munched on the grass and vegetation to the woods.  They were gone now, though.
	‘Go down to the edge of the water.’ he Minded to the girl.  He thought of transmuting his thought in German.  But found that his American thought transmuted just fine.  The ten year old girl in typical kiddie attire of crumbled/rumbled jeans and a simple little top tugged her little brother by the hand and ventured to the water’s edge.
	The canal appeared picturesque, but there were swirls and Forrest knew the bottom was a long ways from the surface.  It spanned some 25 feet across with dirt sloping sides choked with weedy vegetation.
	It wasn’t very secure, however.
	He had the girl come closer to the woods.   He looked out to the small German hamlet, seeing if there were any nosey parental units about, or anyone at all for that matter.  Seeing no one in relevance he disappeared into the woods and reemerged squatting before the two children.