 
                     CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 7
 
Chapter 7
 
Summer CAMP
 
 
 
            After a short plane ride, and a ride in a limousine, which
both Ron and Jess found fascinating,  they arrived at CAMP.  They
entered through a large gate in a 30 foot high cinder-block wall.  The
wall was more of a big room, surrounding the complex.  It was 20 feet
thick, and had guards walking on top of it.  Ron looked questioningly
at Mike.
 
            "Don't worry, they're up there to keep people out, not to
keep you in.  We've had lots of curious people, usually teenagers, try
to break in.  We just got tired of having to deal with them.  Now all
the signs and warnings around the complex make us look like a
government research facility."
 
            Ron looked around at the compound as they stepped out of
the limo.  There were several buildings, scattered all over an area
bigger than Ron could estimate.  They got into an electric cart, and
Mike began the tour.
 
            "The compound sits on 40 acres of land.  That's a quarter
mile, square, in case you're wondering.  The main buildings are the
dorms, the cafeteria, the gymnasium, which is where a lot of the
physical aspects of your training will take place, and of course the
classrooms.  The building you see here is the main office.  You won't
have cause to go in there, it's mainly for CAMP personnel.  You'll get
a schedule later, but basically, it goes like this:  get up, eat
breakfast, classes until lunch, eat lunch, then you have a few hours
off.  Another class period until dinner, and a short class period after
dinner.  You will have a few out of class assignments, and of course
you will need to practice.  Of course, the term 'class' is misleading,
since it implies a large number of students.  The likelihood is that
there will never be more than three people in a class, and that only at
the beginning.  Since this school is learn-at-your-own-pace, you will
lose classmates as you either excel or fall behind.  Of course, I don't
expect that you will be falling behind.  Any questions so far?"
 
            "When do I meet my instructors?"
 
            "You don't have instructors, just an *instructor*.  You
will meet him shortly.  Tomorrow, you will begin your classes.  The
only thing scheduled for today is an orientation with your instructor,
and the choosing of your test subjects."
 
            "My what?"
 
            "Test subjects.  You obviously need to have someone to try
stuff out on.  Before you say it, yes you could use Jess, but normally
we would have you pick out two subjects.  It allows for conflicting
commands to be tried, which would not be possible in a single subject. 
You may, of course, choose two subjects today, or you can use Jess as
one of your subjects, and only choose one.  That is up to you."
 
            "I see.  What is there to do for fun around here?"
 
            "Oh, yes.  That's the one building I didn't talk about. 
It's over there on the right.  The Activity Center is open 24 hours a
day.  All sorts of activities go on in there.  We have an arcade, a
pool hall, a theater, all sorts of things.  You'll just have to explore
it in your free time."
 
            "Where are we?"
 
            "I'm afraid I'm not supposed to tell you that.  I can tell
you that we are somewhere in the state of New Mexico, but other than
that, it's, um... classified."
 
            "May I ask why?"
 
            "Just a precaution.  We want to keep a low profile, and it
helps us if nobody knows where we are."
 
            Ron found this odd, but didn't really care. He was only
asking out of curiosity.  He knew that they weren't going to hurt him. 
If they'd wanted to do that, they wouldn't have done things in this
manner.  Mike continued with his tour, until they arrived in front of
the gymnasium.
 
            "Classes start tomorrow for several students, so we've
gathered everyone here in the gym.  C’mon, let's go inside."
 
            They all walked into the gym, and Ron stood, transfixed, at
the sight he saw.  There were a couple hundred people, and they were
*everywhere*.  Most were walking around, but the few that drew his
attention were sitting down.  *On the ceiling.*
 
            "How.... wh....."  Ron couldn't even get out his question.
 
            "Oh, geez.  I'm sorry Ron, we just didn't think.  Normally,
we don't display parts of The Ability to someone until we try to teach
it to them.  Unfortunately, you didn't follow the normal course. 
Usually, telekinesis is the first skill learned.  Most people learn to
manipulate objects first.  You, on the other hand, seem to focus
exclusively on people, which is a much harder skill.  You see, sitting
on the ceiling is easy for a telekinetic, it's just not very useful. 
Those three are just showing off."
 
            Ron absorbed this information as his brain tried to
assimilate the idea of walking up a wall and across the ceiling.  He
intimated this to Mike, who corrected Ron on the procedure.
 
            "No, no.  That's not how they got there.  Here, let me
demonstrate.  Joseph!  Joe, come on down here, please!"  One of the men
on the ceiling pushed himself off and literally swooped down to a soft
landing on the ground.
 
            "What can I do for you, sir?"
 
            "Joe, this is Ron.  He'll be starting classes tomorrow. 
Ron hasn't learned telekinesis yet, and I just wanted him to see one of
its... less useful aspects."
 
            "How do you *do* that?" asked Ron.
 
            Joe laughed.  "Oh, you'll learn.  It's a lot easier than it
looks, but it's not really very useful in the real world.  I mean, what
would people think if they could see you flying overhead?"
 
            "Why not just make yourself invisible?  I mean, it's got to
be faster than driving, right?"  Ron thought this was obvious, but he
found the other two people staring at him.  "What?"
 
            "Ron, nobody here can make themselves *invisible*.  It's
just not..."  Mike stopped, because he realized that Ron had vanished
right in front of him.  A disembodied voice said, "You mean you can't
do this?"
 
            "How in the hell did you do that?"  Joe exclaimed.  Ron
reappeared, and smiled.  "Just a little something I picked up along the
way."  With that, Ron thought he felt a push at his mind.  He looked
around to see someone staring intently at Jessica.
 
            "Excuse me?  Can I help you?"  Ron inquired.  Just then
Jessica started walking toward the stranger.  Ron sent her a command,
and she stopped, but it was like a tug-of-war with her mind.
 
            Then the other man fell to the ground.  Standing behind him
was a man dressed all in black.  He was about 5'8", muscular, with
broad shoulders and a narrow waist.  He wore a black jumpsuit and
combat boots.  He had on a black beret with an unfamiliar insignia on
it.  He had just kicked the other man in the back, and now he was
looking very angrily at him.  The other man turned over and looked up,
his face now white as a sheet.
 
            "James!  Hey, I'm sorry.  It'll never..."
 
            "Shut the hell up.  You've been warned three times, Tom. 
I've wasted enough of my time keeping you in line.  This time, it goes
before the committee."  James signaled, and two guards, dressed in
gray, appeared.  "Take him to a holding cell."  They escorted him out,
and James came over to greet Ron.
 
            "Sorry about that.  Some people just can't follow the
rules."  James held out his hand, and then he realized that Ron was
staring at him as though he were Darth Vader.  "My name is James.  I am
in charge of discipline here at CAMP.  May I ask who you are?"
 
            It took Ron forever just to get out a response, so in awe
of this man was he.  He was physically imposing, yes, but it was his
obvious mental power that had stunned Ron.  "Um... Ron, sir."
 
            "You can drop the 'sir'.  Around here, we're pretty
informal.  Can I see your sheet?"  Mike handed over Ron's paperwork,
and James looked up in surprise.  "*This* is Ron Chaffey?"
 
            "This is him."
 
            "But... they've got David down as his instructor.  David
isn't qualified for a 12."
 
            "I don't question the orders, Jim.  I just go where they
tell me."  Ron was looking on in confusion, so James decided to explain.
 
            "See, Ron, you have already achieved quite a bit of what we
would normally teach here.  Most people who come to us are around a 5
or a 6.  The number is simply a scale, that starts at one and goes up
indefinitely.  You have achieved a level known as psion-12.  This is
very high, and actually higher than the man they chose to instruct
you.  This is not allowable by the rules of CAMP.  We'll have to find
you a new instructor."
 
            Mike interrupted at this point.  "But Jim, we don't have
any instructors who are sufficiently above this guy's level."
 
            "You're right.  The best we've got is a 14, and that's not
good enough.  I think maybe Peter and I should take over this case."
 
            "You?  You haven't done case work in a couple years."
 
            "I still know how.  Besides, if this kid is this good now,
how good will he be in eight weeks?  Do you think any of the Talents
could teach him what he's gonna want to know?"
 
            "No, probably not.  Well, it's your decision.  I guess I'll
take my leave now.  Ron, good luck.  James here will teach you
everything there is to know.  I've got to get back to my normal job. 
Good luck, and have fun."  Ron shook his hand, and Mike headed off. 
Ron turned back to James, and was about to barrage him with questions,
when he started on his own little spiel.
 
            "Okay, let me explain some things to you.  You've heard
some terms already that I'm sure you don't understand.  Let's go over
them one at a time.  The psion level is easy:  Your average person on
the street is a psion-1.  This indicates no active psionic ability, and
very little passive ability.  The levels increase with what you're
capable of doing up to a psion-18.  Psion-18 means that you can achieve
most things from anywhere in the world, affecting anything else,
anywhere in the world.  In other words, standing here, a psion-18 could
roll a rock up a hill in Sri Lanka.  Anyway, beyond Psion-18, levels
are achieved through friendly competition.  Before you ask, I have
achieved psion-46.  No Talent has ever achieved anything above
psion-16.  You may be the first, your power is strong enough, I think."
 
            "James, what's with everyone calling me a talent?"
 
            "Oh, yeah.  There are three groups here at CAMP.  We call
them Talents, Gifts, and Skills.  Talents are the largest group,
composed of people who just naturally have The Ability.  Gifts is a
small group, we have about 50 members who are Gifts.  These people were
given The Ability by some event in their life.  The most common seems
to be being struck by lightning, but we can't learn anything from that,
since it obviously doesn't always happen.  Anyway, the last group, the
Skills, is the smallest.  As a matter of fact, there are only three, of
which I am one.  We are referred to as Skills because we actually
*learned* how to control the Ability.  This group is the strongest,
because, we think, they have a more systematic approach to The
Ability.  You are a Talent, but a very strong one."
 
            "How long did it take you to learn?"
 
            "Twenty years.  I started learning about it when I started
learning martial arts.  I was in a ninjitsu school, and some of what we
learned was how to achieve intimidation of the enemy.  This is a basic
mind-control technique, and it can be learned by almost anybody.  We
don't know yet if there is some latent ability that allows certain
people to learn how to control The Ability or what, but it is not a
common occurrence.  Oh, just a second.  Pete!  C'mere!"  Pete trotted
over.  He wasn't nearly as impressive as James, dressed in light brown
pants and a T-shirt.
 
            "Yeah, boss, what can I do for ya?"
 
            "Pete, this is Ron Chaffey.  We're going to be instructing
him together."  Pete looked Ron over, and, for the first time, somebody
acknowledged Jessica's presence.
 
            "Who's she?"
 
            "Oh, sorry.  This is Jessica.  She's my.....  slave."  He
still had trouble with the concept, but he was growing more used to
it.  Pete and James looked at each other, as if communicating, and, Ron
realized, they probably were.
 
            "We hadn't known you'd acquired a follower yet, Ron.  Very
impressive.  Well, why don't you come with me?  Some of the rest of the
tour might be kind of dull for her.  Pete, why don't you show the lady
to their quarters?"  

            Jess gripped Ron's arm tighter, but Ron gently released her
grip.  "Jess, go with Pete.  I'll be with you later.  Why don't you
unpack our stuff and get everything organized?"
 
            "Yes, sir."  Jess followed Pete out the door, and Ron and
James continued their conversation.
 
            "You were saying something, Ron, before that dimwit
interrupted you, about flying being faster than driving.  You're right,
but, as they told you, it would be too obvious for people to see you
gliding overhead."  James had not been able to see that Ron had made
himself invisible earlier.
 
            "Well, yeah, they said that.  But then I asked them why
they didn't just make themselves invisible, and they all looked at me
funny."  Pretty much as James was doing now.
 
            "You mean, you can do that?"
 
            "Sure.  It's not even that hard.  At least, not for me. 
You mean you can't do it?"
 
            "Never tried, really.  It had never occurred to me.  You'll
have to explain to me how you do it.  But, we can get to that later." 
Just then, a group of men in white suits entered the gym.  All the
instructors stopped talking until the men signaled for them to continue.
 
            "Who're they?" Ron asked.
 
            "That's the committee.  They are CAMP's board of
directors.  They make all the important decisions around here."
 
            "How come they all wear white?"
 
            "It's kind of a color code for the staff.  You'll notice
that instructors wear whatever they want.  The committee wears all
white, the guards wear gray."
 
            "And you wear black.  What are you?  I mean, in the
company?"
 
            "I am the committee's only Member-At-Large.  You see, none
of the committee members ever leaves this compound.  It is a decision
they made when they agreed to become a member of the committee. 
However, the committee realized that there would be times when it would
need to directly influence things outside the complex.  That's where I
come in.  It is my job to handle any issues that the committee thinks
need to be taken care of.  I am their trouble-shooter, if you
understand that term."
 
            "Okay, but if you're a committee member, how come you don't
wear white?"
 
            "Ever seen anybody look intimidating wearing white?"  James
chuckled.  "It's all part of an image.  I did it so that I'd be easily
recognizable here on campus, and so that normal people would more
easily avoid bothering me.  Mainly I did it because I hate wearing
white."
 
            Ron laughed at that.  They continued on with their talk and
tour, until they reached another, smaller, building.
 
            "Ron, in here is the holding facility for our test
subjects.  It is basically a first-come, first-served situation, but,
since you're *my* student, I'm gonna let you have first crack at them. 
Have you decided whether or not you are going to use Jessica as a test
subject?"
 
            "I think she'd feel left out if I didn't.  So, I guess I'll
just need one from here, right?"
 
            "That's right.  Now, when we go in there, take your time. 
Make your decision based mainly on appearance, unless you enjoy
changing attitudes of specific types of people.  The final parts of
your training will involve turning these subjects into exactly what you
want them to be, so don't worry what they're like now.  Of course, some
of the girls in here are real bitches, and, if you like that sort of
thing, you can have a lot of fun messing with their minds and bodies. 
But that's all up to you.  Let's go in, shall we?"
 
            James opened the door, and, there before them, was a large
room full of women.  All were fully clothed, but, also, all of them
were beautiful.  Ron didn't know how he was going to choose.
 
            He spent about a half hour, wandering through the room. 
Finally, he stopped in front of one girl who was slumped against the
wall.
 
            "What's your name?"
 
            "Fuck you."
 
            "That's a strange name.  Was your mother unhappy to have
you?"  Ron was chuckling, and he could see James smiling out of the
corner of his eye.  The girl, on the other hand, placed a look of
contempt and pure hatred on her face, and kept quiet.
 
            "I asked you what your name was."  This time, Ron added
just a hint of warning in his voice.  Enough that he knew she caught
it, and he could see it in her eyes:  the beginnings of fear.
 
            "Megan Watley."  The hate dripped from her voice.  That
made up his mind for him.  Megan was about 5'3" tall, a redhead with
light green eyes.  Her mouth would have been pretty if it hadn't been
drawn into a scowl.  She had ample breasts, a firm ass, and long legs. 
She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and she reminded him of some of
his older sister's friends.
 
            "I'll take her" Ron said to James.  James got out a
clipboard and found her paperwork.
 
            "Good choice.  Let's see:  her name, as she said, is
Megan.  She is 18 years old.  A runaway, we found her on the streets. 
Her parents have already presumed her dead.  She is free and clear, and
at this point has no real identity.  We have reworked her
identification papers, and we can rewrite them however you would like
when the time comes.  You will see when you get to your room that, in
addition to the master suite, there are two small bedrooms, one for
each of your subjects.  We'll go there now, so we can drop her off.  Do
you need restraints, or how do you want to handle her?  She's still a
little rebellious.
 
*            <Heel.>*  He figured everyone understood the basic command
given to a dog to follow.  She did, but was fussing and cursing all the
way.  <*Shut up.  You are not to speak until spoken to.>*  She
immediately quieted down.  James took note of all of this.
 
            Finally they arrived at his room.  Upon entering, he noted
that the room had been nicely furnished, with plush carpeting, a
king-size bed, a comfy-looking couch, and several soft chairs.  The
couch held particular interest, as it was the present location of
Jessica, who was wearing very little at the moment.  She rose upon
seeing the new people, and reached for her robe, but Ron stopped her.
 
            "Don't bother, Jess.  Come here."  James was monitoring the
mental energies in the room, and was surprised to find that Ron wasn't
using any on Jess.  She had actually become a willing slave.  This was
very advanced work.  A debriefing was going to be necessary before they
could decide what Ron needed to learn.
 
            "Jess, this is Megan.  She is going to be staying here with
us.  Have you chosen which of the smaller rooms you want?"
 
            "Won't I be sleeping with you?" she asked, with a pouting
expression.
 
            "Sometimes, but not always.  You should choose which room
you want."  Jess picked one, and Ron directed Megan into the other.  He
followed her in, and gave her some instructions so that, other than
going to the bathroom and immediately returning, she could not leave
the small room.
 
            When Ron returned, he asked James, "So, what'll I be
learning tomorrow?"
 
            "Well, tomorrow will be a debriefing of what you've
accomplished before coming to CAMP.  This gives us a basis to judge
your level of achievement when you leave.  Then, in the afternoon,
we'll begin classes on mental self-defense."
 
            "What's that?"
 
            "The ability to protect yourself and others from mental
attack."  James saw the look of surprise on Ron's face.  "Don't worry,
almost nobody thinks of it on their own.  It's actually my invention. 
It is a necessary skill, though, so that you can protect yourself from
the evil psionics out there, and, yes, there are some.  Now then, I'll
leave you all alone to get acquainted and settled in.  You know where
the cafeteria is, right?  Good.  I'll pick you up here tomorrow at nine
o'clock.  See you then."
 
 
 
            Over the next weeks, Ron learned many useful things.  He
learned about mental defense, and forms of mental control over his own
body, to effect healing, and repair.  Ron always had either Jess or
Megan with him during his classes.  On the day he learned about
telekinesis,  Megan happened to be the one who was with him.  Ron
hadn't touched Megan yet, it was just more trouble than it was worth. 
Jess was always eager to please, and so Ron had settled for her
attentions.  Not that he wasn't interested in Megan, just that he felt
he could wait until she was a little more friendly.
 
            Pete was instructing Ron today, saying that James had gone
off on an assignment, and probably wouldn't be back until the end of
the week.
 
            Pete set a small crystal on the table in front of Ron, and
it seemed to magically move over to him.  "Okay, Ron.  I want you to
use your mind to push the crystal back to me.  I'm not going to be
fighting you on this, it's just you and the crystal."  Ron had read the
manual on this, but he hadn't actually tried it yet.  They had warned
him not to try a completely new thing for the first time alone.  At
least, not while at CAMP, anyway.  Ron concentrated on the crystal, and
it began to vibrate.  He concentrated harder, and all of a sudden, the
crystal took off across the room and embedded itself into the wall.
 
            "Geez, Ron!  You're using enough psi-power to move a small
office building!  You need to ease up, you’re pushing too hard. 
Remember, imagine that you have a third hand that can reach anywhere,
then just grab the crystal with it and move it.  Now then, try again." 
Pete yanked the crystal out of the wall with his mind and floated it
over to the table again.
 
            By the end of the session, Ron was moving around the
crystal, the table, and the chair he was sitting on, all at once.  He
still hadn't figured how to move himself, but that would come in time,
Pete said.
 
            "Now, then, Ron, we're going to have a little fun. 
According to your file, you are very interested in sex.  Not uncommon
for a 13 year-old psionic.  It does, however, give me an interesting
opportunity to teach you some of the subtleties of telekinesis that
other interests just don't allow for.  I'm going to leave in a minute,
but you have an assignment.  Before you leave this room, I want you to
make Megan there have an orgasm.  But, the catch is, you can't touch
her with any part of your body.  You've got to do it with telekinesis. 
And no cheating:  I'll be monitoring your thoughts, so don't go sending
any mental control messages.  This is a telekinesis lesson, you may
only use telekinesis.  You may use physical control to restrict her
movement, but that's all.  Good luck."  Pete walked out and left the
two of them alone.
 
*            Well, might as well get to it.  This is going to be fun,
if I can manage it.*  "Are you ready?"
 
            "You won't be able to do it, you little shit.  There's no
way I'm going to come for you."
 
            "We'll see."  Ron slumped in his chair, relaxing as he'd
been taught, and stared at his subject.  He started sending her
commands.
 
            First, she raised her arms.  *Why can't I stop this little
fuck?  Well, there's no way he's gonna make me come.*  Slowly, her
T-shirt rose up off her body, off her arms, and fell to the floor.  She
was wearing a bra, but this, too, was unhooked and pulled off her
arms.  *How can he do that?  He hasn't moved an inch!*  Ron wasn't
moving at all, but he was thoroughly enjoying the show.  With her arms
raised, her tits were pulled up, and stood out even prouder than
usual.  It was a thrilling sight, but Ron remembered his assignment,
and so he moved on.
 
            He mentally undid her pants, and pulled them down until
they fell to the floor.  He wondered if he should have her step out of
them, then got an idea.  Slowly, her feet rose clear of the floor,
until she was floating about two feet above ground level.  Next, her
shoes and socks flew off her feet.  All that was left were her panties,
and they went rather quickly, but Ron didn't pull them *off*, he pulled
them *apart*.  They ripped to shreds, and Megan's eyes widened as she
felt them torn from her body.
 
            One of the things Pete had told Ron was "The extension you
imagine doesn't *have* to be a hand.  A hand is useful for moving
things, but the extension can be shaped like anything."  Ron imagined
his extension was a feather, long and wavy.  This he brushed against
her body.  The touch was light, ever so light.  He moved it along her
breasts, and she shuddered, pushing her tits out to try to obtain more
contact.  Of course, Ron wasn't going to allow that.  He pulled back
with her every move, being mentally aware of what she was going to do
before she did it.  His touch moved down her body, and she clamped her
legs shut.  Annoyed, Ron blasted just a little more energy at her than
necessary, and her legs flew open as far as they would go.  He
continued his onslaught, now caressing her pussy lips with just the
faintest of touches.  She was moaning now, twisting this way and that,
trying to make contact with something solid.
 
            Ron continued this way for a few more minutes, then
retracted the feather.  A groan of disappointment escaped Megan's lips,
and inwardly she was mortified.  *This little scum has got me all hot
and bothered!  I can't believe he's doing this!*
 
            Ron reformed his extension.  Now, it was shaped like a long
snake, writhing and wiggling.  He wrapped it around each breast in
turn, then both at the same time, forming a figure eight on her chest,
squeezing and massaging.  He left the end to flick at her nipples, back
and forth, alternating between the two.  Slowly, he lengthened the
extension so that, while it was still wrapped around her breasts, it
could now reach down to her pussy.  Her cunt was dripping by this
point, and she let out a loud grunt as she felt the extension pass over
her nether lips.  It reached out and flicked across her clit, and she
squealed in pleasure.  Finally, Ron figured it was time.  He enlarged
the very end of his extension, and pushed it into her pussy.  It now
resembled a cock, and he used it as one, plunging in and out of her
pussy.  She was moaning constantly now, building in intensity and
volume.  He figured it was time to make her come, and he decided to do
something that he simply couldn't do physically.  He pulled the
extension out of her for a moment, and the end split into a Y.  The
second end was thinner than the first, and headed for her asshole. 
Both ends plunged back into her at the same time, and she screamed for
all she was worth.  Ron set up a killer pace, and it didn't take long
before her body was wracked with the biggest orgasm of her life.  She
came and came for minutes, continually.
 
            Finally she descended from her orgasmic high, and Ron
gently lowered her to the floor.  Her knees wouldn't hold her, but he
caught her in his mind, and laid her down on the carpeted floor.  Ron
looked down to see that he had come when she did.  It was one of the
hottest sexual encounters he'd ever had, and he'd never come within
five feet of the girl!
 
*            Pete forgot to tell me that you can really *feel* things
with the extension.  What a feeling!*
 
 
 
            Another of Ron's important lessons came the following
week.  James was back, and he took Ron to a completely secluded room
with no windows, and it was all sound-proofed.
 
            "What are we gonna learn in here?" Ron wanted to know.
 
            "In here we learn one of *the* most important skills.  This
one skill is what enables us to manipulate things at great distance. 
It's called 'televiewing'.  It is the ability to move your point of
view out of your body, and into someplace you're not, without using
another person's eyes.  You already learned about seeing through
someone else's eyes in the telepathy class.  Now, it is very hard to
manipulate the world while looking through someone else's eyes, because
their brain gets in the way of your abilities.  If you can view the
scene from a completely disconnected perspective, nothing can interfere
with your powers."
 
            "So, why are we in here?"
 
            "Well, we start out simple.  I need you to try to view what
is in the next room.  It is an established scene, so I won't have to go
check on it to know if you're right.  It is also someplace you've never
been, so I know you can't already know what's in there.  Now then, just
relax.  Remember, concentrating too hard actually reduces the chances
that The Ability will work.  Imagine an eye floating out of your
forehead, and flying around the room.  Now then, I want you to see if
you can move through the door."
 
            Ron struggled with this for a few minutes, but finally gave
up.  "I can't do it, James.  I can't get through the door."
 
            "Don't worry.  It will come eventually.  For now, we'll
have to provide you an opening to get through.  And, there's always
little openings, even in a tightly locked house.  You've just got to
search for them."  James reached over and took the cover off a small
hole in the door.  "Go through this.  The door to the other room is
open.  It is the next room down, going to the left as you leave this
room."
 
            Ron maneuvered through the hole and down the hall, turning
into the room.  It was a typical small classroom, but empty except for
a few distinct objects.  "I see a reflecting telescope, a basketball,
an open book, and a beach towel."
 
            "What page is the book open to?"
 
            Ron moved his eye closer. "206."
 
            "Okay, Ron, now here's a little challenge.  Hold your
viewing eye in place, and use telekinesis to close the book.  The trick
is, instead of causing your extension to come from your body, make it
come from your viewing eye."
 
            Ron worked this around in his head for a minute, then gave
it a shot.  Amazingly, it was quite easy to do.  His extension reached
out and closed the book.
 
            "Hey!"
 
            "What is it, Ron?"
 
            "This book is titled The Life of Ronald Chaffey!"
 
            "That's right, Ron.  The book is all about you.  It took a
great deal of effort to compile in such a short time, but, with your
permission, this book will become one of the required texts for CAMP. 
You have been a unique student from the beginning, and you are
progressing faster than even I suspected.  Go ahead.  Grab the book,
and bring it back here."
 
            Ron did so, and found that James had opened the door while
he wasn't paying attention.  The book now lay on the table in front of
him.
 
            "What do you say, Ron?  Can we use you as a shining example
of the *right* way to approach The Ability?"
 
            "Well, sure, I guess.  I would be honored," he said
formally, remembering the line from one of his mother's plays.
 
            "Good.  Now then, another assignment, to make sure you've
got the hang of it.  This one will be a little more difficult, and you
might not manage it at first.  What I want you to do is view what is
going on right now in your own home."
 
            "But, how do I do that?  I don't know where it is from
here, since I don't know where here is."
 
            "Right.  Open the book to the back."  Ron did, and there he
found a map.  "Focus on the map.  Push your mind into the map, right
where your home is.  Find that, as you go into the map, details that
you hadn't seen before actually appear on the map.  Now, as you
approach a specific city, you'll find that you are then actually in
that city.  Let me know when you've made it that far."
 
            "Okay, I'm there."
 
            "Damn, that was fast.  Okay, now, if you're in your home
town, you should be able to find your home.  Find a way in, and observe
what's happening.  I've got to make a pit stop, I'll be back in a
while.  You let me know what you see, okay?"
 
            "Okay, James."  Ron had found his house, but was trying to
figure out a way in.  *Cockroaches get in, so I can get in.  I only
need a little dinky hole.*  Ron got lucky.  It was a beautiful day in
his home town, so Nikki had her window open.  Ron moved through the
screen, which is full of holes, of course, and into her room, which
happened to be empty.  Ron saw her desk, neat as usual, and had an
idea.  *I wonder if James would mind...*  Ron decided to risk it.  He
moved over to her desk, and saw her note pad.  There was a pen lying
next to it.  Now, he formed his extension, and picked up the pen.  He'd
never tried writing with the extension, but he figured since it was his
right hand, he should be able to.  He brought the pen to paper and
wrote out, "Nikki:  I miss you.  Love, Ron."  He examined the writing,
and, while a little messy, it was legible.  He then moved out of the
room, after remembering to set the pen down, and moved down the
stairs.  His eye apparently also had ears, because he could hear sounds
coming from his mother's room.  They sounded like very entertaining
sounds, and he flew in to investigate.  The door was open, so that was
no problem.
 
            Once inside, he saw a scene that made him instantly hard. 
Sandra was lying on her back, while Dawn straddled her face, her pussy
pressed into her mouth.  Sandra was sucking and licking Dawn's cunt,
making her squirm.  Meanwhile, Nikki was lapping Sandra's pussy,
nibbling on her clit.  Tammy was rubbing Sandra's tits, kneading them
with her small hands.  Sandra's nipples were hard as gemstone, standing
proud.  Nikki pushed two fingers into her mother's slit, and started
fucking them in and out in a frenzy.  Dawn reached down and started
rubbing Tammy's slit, so she wouldn't feel left out.  They'd been going
at it for quite a while, and everyone was about ready to pop.  The pace
quickened rapidly.  Dawn pulled Nikki around and started eating her
out.  Tammy now had three sets of tits to rub, and was bucking on
Dawn's hand.  The whole scene was very erotic, and Ron's dick was
straining at his pants.  Suddenly, as if somebody threw a switch, or as
if someone was directing and had just said, "Come!", all four females
started orgasming at once.  Ron didn't realize that he had unknowingly
installed an urge in each of them to come with their partner.  He'd
read the stories, and he believed that this was the way it was supposed
to be the best.  Like his original skill at getting people to agree
with him, this was one command he didn't have to consciously program;
it just came naturally.
 
            As the scene settled down, and it looked like they were all
spent, Ron decided it was time to go.  But, before he went, he wanted
to give them all a little gift.  He didn't want to frighten them, so he
had to think a bit.  Then he decided.  He formed his extension into
something that would feel to them like a warm wind, and moved it across
each of them.  Each of them in turn shivered with the pleasure of it,
and then Ron departed.
 
            Ron made his way out of the house the same way he’d come
in, and started back up out of the map.  As he reached city level,
however, his mind reeled.  Ron was barraged with a searing pain that
consumed his mind.  He put up a mental shield to block it, and that
stopped it, but not before the pain had flung him physically to the
floor.  Ron pulled out quickly, and opened his eyes to see James
standing over him, concerned.
 
            "Ron!  What the hell happened?"
 
            "I-I don't know.  I was starting to come out of the map,
and then all of a sudden, it was like my brain was on fire.  I threw up
a shield, and that stopped most of the pain, but I could still feel it."
 
            "That's not good news.  You'll learn in time how to keep a
minimal shield up at all times.  What you felt was the presence of
another psionic, and this one doesn't sound pleasant.  Do you feel up
to going back in?"
 
            "I think so, why?"
 
            "I need you to guide me.  The fact that you felt a
psionic's presence could be troubling news.  Whenever you're ready." 
James helped him up and to a chair.
 
            "Okay.  How do we go together?"
 
            "Just lead the way as if you were going alone.  You might
want to put up a shield now, to protect yourself."
 
            Ron did so, and entered into the map, with James right
behind.  Again, they got to city level when Ron cried out.  It wasn't
pain this time, but it would have been without the shield.  James let
them remain for a few moments, then instructed Ron to pull out.
 
            "Ron, this is really bad news.  I found the psionic, and,
while I can't read her totally, she is very evil.  She's not a member
of CAMP, apparently she turned us down when we offered.  Therefore her
power isn't tempered by education, but she is very strong.  She is
passing herself off as a witch.  She has no demonic power as such, but
that is what she is claiming her psionic ability is.  The problem, and
most likely why you felt her, is that her evil is being aimed at your
family."
 
            "What?  How?  Why?"
 
            "Why I cannot know.  How right now is simply an exploration
of the family.  Who is probably a better question than what.  She was
most likely hired to do something to the family.  Would anyone want to
hurt you or your family?"
 
            Ron didn't have to think for more than an instant.  "Dad. 
That son of a bitch.  James, what can we do?"
 
            "We have a couple of weeks, Ron.  I can tell that she isn't
ready to move yet.  I don't know why that is, I just know it is.  We're
going to have to accelerate your learning, so we can prepare you to
deal with this.  As a CAMP official, this does not concern CAMP at all."
 
            "What do you mean?  She could hurt my family..."
 
            "I know that, Ron, but listen carefully to my words.  *As a
CAMP official*, I can't do anything.  Now, remember CAMP's one
inviolable rule?"
 
            "Whenever a member asks another member for help, help must
be rendered if possible."  He was quoting directly from the manual.
 
            "That's right.  You are a CAMP member.  I am a CAMP
member.  As an official of CAMP, I cannot do anything, as this is not
an issue that concerns CAMP directly."
 
            "But if I ask you for help..."
 
            "I am bound by the same rules you are."
 
            "Will you help me, James?"
 
            "I've got no choice, now.  I have to help."  James
continued, "This is going to be rough, and I know you're going to have
a hard time concentrating, but the next week or so is critical.  You
must learn the rest of what I have to teach you, and you must learn it
well."
 
            "Yes, sir."  Ron reverted to type when being lectured.
 
            "Very good.  I will investigate further, and see what I can
find out about this person.  Right now, you should go back to your
room.  Rest up, but study as hard as you think you can without hitting
overload.  We'll beat this, together.  Remember, CAMP members stand
together.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
