 
                --===CAMP:Ron's Journey, Chapter 3===--
 
Chapter 3
 
Ron's Introduction to CAMP
 
 
 
    Ron was in a very chipper mood when he picked up Nikki, who
actually didn't seem to mind having to wait for him.  "Can we, you
know, when we get home?" she asked.  It was so cute the way she
wouldn't say it, but she really wanted to fuck.
 
    "We'll have to see, Nik.  I'm not sure when Mom's going to
get home tonight.  Plus, Jerry's coming over for tutoring at 7:00."
 
    "Oh, yeah.  You and your tutoring.  When will we ever..." 
She let the question hang there.
 
    "Don't worry about that, Nikki.  We'll find the time.  I
had as much fun the other day as you did."  *Probably more, but I
didn't realize that I was turning my sister into a nympho.*  He wasn't
at all unhappy at her interest in him:  She had a nice body, and a
tight, warm pussy for him to fuck, not to mention her sucking talents. 
He could get addicted to Nikki really fast.  The only problem was, he
had another conquest in mind for the home now.  His mother would be a
much tougher case, since he had laid a restraint on himself.  She had
to come to him for the final act of sex.  He could lead her on and
right up to it, but he wanted her to make the final move on her own,
without his... urging.
 
    As they arrived home, they spotted a man ringing the
doorbell at their house.  They walked up quietly, but he turned their
way when they were still thirty feet away.
 
    "Ah, excuse me, children.  Do you live here?"  The man was
polite, but he seemed to exude an arrogance that Ron wasn't sure he
liked.
 
    "Yes, sir, we do.  Can I help you?"  Ron had been raised to
be polite to all guests, whether he liked them or not.
 
    "I am here to speak with Ronald Chaffey.  Is that you?" 
Ron sensed that this guy already knew the answer to this question, but
was asking out of some kind of protocol.
 
    "Yes I am, but I don't know you.  Who are you, and what do
you want?"  Ron was wary now, but still trying to remain polite.
 
    "My name is Michael McGavin.  As to what I want, I think it
best that you and I discuss that somewhere other than your front lawn. 
It has to do with some recent... changes... you have discovered in
yourself."
 
*    Oh, shit!  This guy's a fed!  He knows about me!  I'm
dead!*
 
    Apparently, Mr. McGavin could read his mind.  "I mean you
no harm, Ronald.  Please, if we could go inside and talk for a while?"
 
    Ron didn't see much choice in the matter.  He needed to
know what this guy was about.  "Okay."  They walked into the house, and
Ron turned to Nikki.  "Nikki, go up to your room and do your
homework."  Ron reinforced this with a mental order, and Nicole
reluctantly went upstairs.
 
    "Very well done, Ronald.  Nice control, and well disguised."
 
    "Look, who *are* you?  And stop calling me Ronald. 
Everyone calls me Ron."
 
    "Very well, Ron.  And I told you, I'm -"
 
    Ron interrupted.  "I don't mean your name.  I mean, who
*are* you?"
 
    "Ah, yes.  well, let's start at the beginning.  Here's my
card."
 
 
 
_ _
 
_Mike McGavin_
 
_Corporation for the Advancement of_
 
_Mental Proficiency_
 
_Recruitment Officer_
 
 
 
    "Well, that doesn't really tell me anything, Mr. McGavin."
 
    "Yes, I know.  The company was purposely named that way. 
It keeps the dangerously curious away.  The Corporation, or CAMP, as it
is called, is a private organization devoted to the development of
certain mental skills.  Certain skills that you possess."
 
    "What makes you think so?"  Ron tried to bluff, but he knew
it wouldn't work.
 
    "Well, first off, you've already demonstrated them to me,
but more to the point, I've already scanned you.  You have The Ability."
 
    "The ability to what?"
 
    "You misunderstand.  The Ability is what we call what you
can do.  It is a much wider phenomenon than what you have discovered so
far, but you're learning.  I did only a cursory scan, but I found
enough to know that you are a genuine Talent."
 
    "I'm a little confused."  Actually, Ron was a lot confused,
but he was catching on quick.
 
    "Okay, let me explain.  CAMP was formed to help people like
yourself to learn to manipulate The Ability.  Many people like yourself
in the past never learned how to use this power, and it sometimes made
them go mad.  CAMP is trying to stop that sort of thing by teaching
people with The Ability how to use it."
 
    "Okay, what do you want with me, then?"
 
    "Well, Ron, your power is just emerging.  We like to catch
Talents at this stage, so that they can avoid some of the more
devastating mistakes.  Don't worry, you haven't even touched upon any
of those yet.  My scan would have shown if you had.  What I am here to
do is to offer you a membership in CAMP.  With your membership will
come training, and a large number of people to help you out if you ever
get in a jam.  CAMP has but one inviolable rule, and that is that its'
members *must* help each other when help is needed."
 
    "What would the training be like?"
 
    "Well, we would bring you up to one of our facilities for
about six to eight weeks.  We could do it over the summer, so that it
didn't interfere with your schooling.  We try to make the training as
inconspicuous as possible.  Just think, if anyone asks, your mother can
tell them you're away at summer camp, and she'd be telling the absolute
truth!"  Mike chuckled at this.  Ron did find it funny, but was too far
in shock to laugh.
 
    "Well, I assume you have further questions, Ron, so ask
away.  I'll answer all the questions I can.  There are no secrets
regarding The Ability from the membership.  We do have some secrets
regarding the organization's operation, but you probably don't want to
know about all that anyway.  Go ahead, ask your questions."
 
    "Okay.  Let me think... Oh!  Is there somebody following
me?"
 
    "You felt that, huh?  I told him to be careful.  Yes, there
was.  That was one of our agents.  He was trying to find out if you
were ready for contact yet.  He's new in the field, and hasn't had
enough experience to be truly covert yet.  Don't worry;  there are no
government agencies hunting us.  We've made sure of this."  Ron
understood what Mike meant by "made sure of".
 
    "Why did I end up with this thing?"
 
    "No one knows why, Ron.  We haven't really done any
extensive medical testing, because that's not what we're for, but I can
tell you that the demographics, that is, the type of people who get The
Ability, aren't consistently one type of person.  We get male, female,
white, black, Asian, Native American, Hispanic, all types."
 
    "Oh!  I just thought of something else, but I'm kind of
embarrassed to bring it up..."
 
    "Look, Ron.  CAMP *does not judge*.  We make no rules
concerning lifestyle.  Whatever you want to do with your power, that's
your business, except for one thing, which we'll get to later.  Ask
your question."
 
    "Well,  I was trying to get my teacher to come on to me by
sending her images.  This had worked with my sister, but it didn't work
with her.  Why not?"
 
    "That was our doing, I'm afraid.  We needed to know if you
had reached the point of direct motor control."
 
    "Direct *what*?"
 
    "Sorry, I'm speaking in jargon again.  We needed to know
whether or not you could directly control her movements, without having
the cooperation of her mind.  As you noticed, she was very upset
throughout the process wasn't she?  Please know, I wasn't observing,
but I'm going on past experiences related to me."
 
    "Yes, she looked like she wanted to kill me.  But she did
what I told her to do."
 
    "That was the test.  Our field agent had set up a barrier
in her mind to your images, but not to the direct motor control.  This
is one of the things we look for before making contact."
 
    "So your agent was watching me while I... um..."
 
    "Not as such.  He was aware of the teacher's actions, and
whether they were her motivation or yours.  Obviously, he knows what
went on, but that really wasn't his concern.  If you had made her go
jump off a bridge and kill herself, I would still be here."
 
    "Geez!  Why would I want to make her do *that*?"
 
    "Just an example.  And a reminder:  CAMP doesn't judge your
activities.  We only instruct, and help build a community of people
with The Ability.  It helps them through tougher times if they have a
group of people to turn to."
 
    "Does CAMP ever step in to stop someone doing something?"
 
    "Well, yes.  If the actions of a member are seen to be
destructive to CAMP, or to the CAMP community as a whole, one of our
special Field Operatives would be sent to deal with the problem.  But
we have not had to do that very often.  CAMP does make one request of
its membership:  that you never run for public office."
 
    "Why?"
 
    "It's too easy to tell.  When everybody agrees with you,
and you get everything you want passed, *somebody* is bound to notice
and look into it.  That's the sort of exposure CAMP doesn't want."
 
    "I'm sure I've got lots of questions, but I can't think of
them right now."
 
    "Okay, no problem.  Let's do this:  I need a little info on
you, anyway, so let's get that out of the way.  I've got all your vital
stats from records, but what I need to know is, what applications of
The Ability have you managed on your own up to this point?  No, first,
how long have you been conscious of The Ability?"
 
    "About a week.  No, since last Friday afternoon, actually."
 
    "Okay, and you've managed to do what?"  Mike seemed
impressed by this statement, but Ron didn't know why.
 
    "Well, let me think... I stopped a bully from beating me
up, I got both my Mom and Dad to agree that Dad wouldn't see me
anymore, I made my sister take her clothes off, then I made her have
sex with me.  Oh yeah.  I have a question about that."
 
    "Shoot."
 
    "Why does she think it was her idea?  I mean, I put the
image in her head, but she still thinks it was her idea to have sex."
 
    "It was the way you did it.  It's a thing called "mental
control".  You changed her thinking to get what you wanted. 
Eventually, she will realize it wasn't her idea, but by then, I imagine
you will have established something beyond the original encounter."
 
    "Yeah, I've already done that.  Okay,  after that... I made
my younger sister be nicer to me and do some of my chores...Then we all
had sex... No, wait.  There was no mental thing there, that was
blackmail."  Ron smiled at that, remembering the other day's
encounter.  "I've also started hearing some thoughts, mostly about me,
and then there was today with Mrs. Hayes, and your, what did you call
it?"
 
    "Direct motor control."
 
    "Yeah, that.  One other thing.  Mom has been acting kind of
funny lately."
 
    "How so?"
 
    "Well, I've kinda been doing stuff she would normally
object to, but she isn't."
 
    "Please be more specific.  What have you done?"
 
    "Well," Ron squirmed a bit.  He wasn't really comfortable
talking about his plans to seduce his mother.  "I started giving her
kisses on the cheek, which I never did before, and last night I gave
her a quick kiss on the lips.  I thought she was going to say something
last night, but she didn't, she just looked at me, then left."
 
    "Oh.  That *is* interesting.  Not many people get to that
level so quickly.  What you are experiencing with your mother is called
"Mental Conditioning".  It differs from mental control in that it is
more permanent, and affects the whole of her brain.  In the course of
time, she will come to accept that your kisses are the normal way
things should be.  I am surprised at this.  For someone only
consciously using his powers for six days, you have developed some
remarkable skills.  You may be one of the most powerful Talents we've
encountered.  Really, we need to get you into the program.  Are you
willing to accept membership?"
 
    "Well, yeah, but I probably can't afford it.  And I know
Mom can't afford to send me to an eight week school."
 
    "You misunderstand.  There is no cost on your part. 
Actually, while at the school, you will be given a weekly allowance to
spend as you please in the town where CAMP is located.  We will, of
course, need your mother's approval to bring you to CAMP, but that is
only so that she doesn't call the police on us."
 
    "In that case-"  Just then, Dawn walked in the door.
 
    "Hey, Ron!  How are... who're you?"  She stood, staring at
Mike.
 
*    <Dawn, come give me a kiss.>*  Dawn walked over to Ron,
plopped into his lap, and gave him a big, open-mouthed kiss.  Ron
enjoyed this for a while, then broke it off.  "Nikki is upstairs.  Why
don't you go... shower?"
 
    Dawn got the hint.  She whispered, "will you be joining us?"
 
    "No.  I need to talk with Mr. McGavin there some more, and
Jerry will be over at 7:00.  Do you know when Mom is gonna be home?"
 
    "She'll be home at her normal time tonight.  There's
nothing special going on."  With that, Dawn bounced off Ron's lap and
up the stairs.
 
    "You are actually quite good at mental control, Ron.  Well,
let me get out the papers here..."  As he was digging,  Mrs. Chaffey
walked in the front door.
 
    "Hey, Ron.  Well, who is this?"
 
    "Mom this is Mr. McGavin.  He's a..."
 
    "I'm a CAMP counselor, ma'am."
 
    "A camp counselor, huh?  Well, what kind of camp?  Whatever
it is, it's probably expensive."
 
    "No, ma'am.  As I was just explaining to Ron, we are
interested in him because of some of his unique abilities.  We would
like to send him to CAMP during the summer for some additional training
that will help him as he grows up and enters the adult world to be a
more focused and productive individual.  Not that he wouldn't be
otherwise, but we believe that people like Ron, who are already so
capable, can benefit from some additional schooling of a more specific
nature.  I don't really want to try to explain it all..."
 
    "That won't be necessary.  I probably wouldn't understand
it anyway.  Ron's always been big on Science and the higher maths.  The
best I do is the business math course I took in college.  Well, how
much would this camp cost?"
 
    Mike let her draw her own conclusion about CAMP's training
subjects, and, as expected, she couldn't possibly come up with what it
was really all about.  "Well, ma'am, actually, the cost to you would be
nothing at all.  Our camp is underwritten by several companies who feel
that these special individuals can become extraordinary citizens of the
future, with just a little extra help.  We will even pay for Ron's
travel fees to get to and from CAMP, as well as a weekly stipend for
recreational use."
 
    "Well, how long is this camp, and when?"
 
    "The camp is an ongoing program, but we would obviously
want to send Ron during the summer, so as not to interfere with his
normal schooling.  The session lasts between six and eight weeks,
depending on Ron's progress rate.  The session is on a "set your own
pace" basis, so an exact time can't be given.  I'd like to sign Ron up
for our June 15th session.  That would bring him back here at the
latest by August 20th, and the next school year doesn't start until the
4th of September."
 
    "Where do I sign?"  Mrs. Chaffey was all too happy to help
Ron, though she would miss him during those eight weeks.  She knew her
son was special:  he was smart, and a hard worker.  She hoped he would
get something out of this camp.  "I assume, Ron, that you want to go?" 
This was almost an afterthought.
 
    "Yeah, Mom.  I like the camp as he described it to me."
 
    "Okay."  Mrs. Chaffey signed the forms and handed them back
to Mike.
 
    "Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey.  Now then, Ron and I still have
just a few things to go over..."  Mike looked at Ron, and Ron got the
message.  He looked Mom in the eye and said,  "Mom, could you leave us
alone for a little while?"  Although it was phrased as a question, it
carried the force of an order.  She had no choice but to obey.
 
    "Okay, Ron.  Dinner will be ready in an hour."
 
    "What're we having?"
 
    "Lasagna!"  His mother loved making Italian.
 
    "Mom makes great lasagna."  Mike's mind seemed to be on
something other than food.
 
    "Ron, you are one hell of a lucky guy."
 
    "What do you mean?"
 
    "Well, I've seen both your sisters, and your Mom.  With all
that walking around, and what you can do..."  Mike just let that go,
and Ron laughed.  "Ron, I don't normally do this, but I think you're up
to it.  I want to give you a challenge."
 
    "Okay, what?"
 
    "You've got about two and a half months until you come up
to CAMP.  I want you to try to complete the mental conditioning of your
mother by then.  It'll be tough, but I think you can do it.  What do
you say?"
 
    "You don't have to twist my arm!"  Ron laughed, and so did
Mike.  "Hey, Mr. McGavin, why didn't you just tell my Mom to go away?"
 
    "I'm not allowed to.  This is your home, and these people
are your family.  By the etiquette of CAMP, which you are not expected
at this time to know, I'm not allowed to influence them in your
presence.  I may influence them in minor ways if you're not here, but
to do so in your presence is considered rude."
 
    "Oh.  I'll remember that.  What if I have questions between
now and when I go to CAMP?"
 
    "Well, if it's not urgent, just write it down so you don't
forget it.  If it's an emergency, call the number on the back of the
card.  You won't get me, but you'll get somebody who can access your
case file, and give you some good advice.  You are now a member of
CAMP.  We will do all we can to help you.  Thank you for your time,
Ron.  I'll be going now.  See you in June, and I hope you complete your
project."
 
    "I'll sure be working on it."  Ron said with a wink.  *This
is going to be a fun summer*
 
 
 
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