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 The Fountain of Youth by Lazlong

   Chapter 3

   I felt like I needed a shower when we got home, so I took a quick one
while Bonnie closed up the house.  When I went into Bonnie's bedroom, our
bedroom now, Beth was laying on the bed, under the covers.  As I walked
toward the bed, she threw the covers off and held up her arms to me.

   None of us had been wearing clothing to bed for the last couple of
weeks. We had done a lot of naked cuddling and some great oral sex, but
hadn't taken the big step.  I climbed in next to her, and we held each
other for a while.

   I gently kissed her and told her she shouldn't worry about being too
rough with the asshole tonight.  "Whether you read his thoughts or not, he
is a piece of shit.  You could tell it by looking into his eyes.  Even when
he was smiling at you, his eyes were cold."

   "I know.  It just kind of scares me that I have that much violence
inside me, ready to erupt."

   "Who erupted?  I sure hope he hasn't errupted yet.  I have plans for him
tonight," Bonnie said as she walked toward the bed.

   She was wearing a very sexy nighty.  It was black and nearly
transparent, with solid patches discretely covering her more interesting
places.  "My, my, getting modest are we?  That is a very sexy outfit,
Bonnie," I told her.

   "No, I'm not being modest," Bonnie told me, then kissed me with as much
passion as I've ever felt in either life.  "I just thought you might like
to take it off me."

   It was fun.  We kissed and cuddled, with me in the middle.  I had an
erection that would have cut diamonds.  Bonnie moved down as if she were
going to take me in her mouth, but then swung her leg across me.  She
rubbed the head of my cock up and down through her pussy, then looked me in
the eye and asked, "Are you ready for the next step?"

   "Oh God, yes!" I moaned.  We had all known it was going to happen, but
we had all been waiting until we were really comfortable with the idea.  I
guess Bonnie was comfortable, I know I was.

   Bonnie positioned me at her opening, then looked me in the eye.  I
nodded and she started lowering herself on me.  When the head of my cock
popped into her very warm, very wet vagina, I thought I'd gone to heaven.

   Beth was watching her mother and I, a little surprised, but a lot turned
on.  "Beth, my sweet, sexy sister, would you please make my most erotic
dream come true and put your beautiful pussy on my mouth.  I want to make
love to you while you watch Bonnie and me."

   Beth smiled, then kissed me with as much passion as Bonnie had shown
before.  When we broke the kiss, she moved up then brought her leg across
me as she faced the junction of mine and Bonnie's bodies.  Her sweet pussy
was only inches from my face, so I took hold of her thighs and pulled her
down so my tongue could taste her center.

   I wish I could say I lasted for hours, but my overcharged sixteen year
old body and my highly stimulated fifty-eight year old brain reacted and I
was pumping Bonnie full in less than a minute.

   Thanks to my sixteen year old body, I remained hard, and Bonnie never
even slowed down.  I know Beth had at least four orgasms before we fell
exhausted onto the bed.  I have no idea how many Bonnie had, but for the
last several minutes she was riding me, she was in an almost constant state
of orgasm.  I had cum three times before Bonnie finally pulled off me.

   -----------

   God, what a night!  What a week!  What a summer!  What a life!!!

   From that night on, we completely lost all of our inhibitions.  We
rarely wore clothes when we were home and even bathrooms were shared.  Two
days later, Beth gave me her cherry while Bonnie held her hand and kissed
her eyes.  It was one of the most loving things I had ever experienced.

   The day after Beth and I made love, Bonnie told me she thought it was
time to get me a car.  I hadn't minded going everywhere with Bonnie, but
she insisted.  "Do I have a drivers license?" I asked her.

   "You most certainly do.  You took Drivers Ed last year, got an 'A' in
the course, and passed your driver's exam on the first try.  What kind of
car would you like?"

   "Well, I know it's expensive, but I really like the Chevy Suburban."

   "What?  No muscle car?  I'd have figured you for a Camaro."

   "Mike would have probably liked the Camaro, but I'm thinking about the
three of us camping and maybe taking some long trips together, so I'd
prefer the Suburban."

   So, that's what we got.  If was fully decked out and I got the trailer
towing package which included an oil cooler and a transmission cooler as
well as a heavy duty transmission and rear end.  As we left the lot, Bonnie
grinned at me and said, "I'll bet I know what our next major purchase will
be."

   I just grinned back and said, "I guess you should start shopping then."

   "What are you guys talking about?" Beth asked, looking confused.

   "I think Mike is thinking of a travel trailer," Bonnie told her.  "It
would be nice, and Mike got them to install some kind of thing that changes
the car electricity into the type of electricity that can be used in a
house or travel trailer, so we could go anywhere and still have all the
comforts of home.  He even got an oversized fuel tank for the Suburban so
we could let it run all night if we needed air conditioning."

   "Wow!  That'd be cool.  Wouldn't it be nice to find a place we could
park the trailer with no one else around?  We could run naked through the
fields."

   "Yeah, and run back to the trailer when the mosquitos tried to carry you
away," I laughed.

   --------------

   School was about to start and I was looking forward to it with mixed
emotions.  High school had not been particularly nice the first time
through.  I had been a slightly over weight nerd from a poor family.  I was
sure this time through would be a lot different.

   We'd had a lot of free time this summer, and so we all started to work
out and run.  Dad had quite a bit of exercise equipment that he had never
really used.  It was in a nice carpeted area in the basement and with a
little bit of work, we had it set up to work for us.

   We also started running.  Damn, the first time we went out for a run, I
was panting by the end of the first block and had a stitch in my side by
the middle of the second.  Bonnie and Beth were in a little better shape,
but still needed a lot of work.  We kept at it, and by the end of summer,
we were running six miles and feeling good when we finished.

   I used a lot of free weights and Beth and Bonnie worked more on
tightening their stomachs and in toning their legs.  I hate to say it, but
Beth and I looked and felt like someone out of Body Beautiful when we
walked in to school that first day.  I was a Junior and Beth was a
Sophomore.

   We had done a lot of talking during the summer about our relationship
and the need to keep it secret.  Bonnie said that Beth and I both needed to
date other people.  Neither of us were for it, me especially.  The thought
of another guy kissing my Beth about drove me crazy.

   Beth was a little easier about it, I guess because she was already
sharing me with Bonnie.  We finally agreed to dating, but neither of us
were really happy with it.  "Just because you go out with someone doesn't
mean you have to screw them," Bonnie told us.

   ------------------------------------ Tuesday, September 7, 1976
------------------------------------

   One of the first people we ran into that first day of school was Shiela
Hansen.  When we saw this buxom cheerleader type coming toward us, Beth
said, "Ut oh.  That's Shiela Hansen, your old girlfriend.  Careful Bro,
she's a shark."

   "Oh hi, Mike," Shiela said, totally ignoring Beth.  "It's good to see
you.  I'm mad at you though," she said with a pout.  "You didn't call me
once the whole summer.  I was afraid you didn't like me anymore."

   By now she had her hands around my upper arm, stroking my muscle and
smiling.  "Well, actually you're right, Shiela.  I don't like you anymore.
I was in the hospital for two weeks and you never came in once.  I was an
invalid at home and you never called.  You are a shallow person, Shiela and
I really would appreciate it if you'd let go my arm."

   Shiela stepped back.  I don't think she'd have been any more shocked if
I'd hit her.  Beth giggled, and I looked at her and said, "Shark, huh. 
More like a guppy."

   Beth broke up, laughing her ass off.  Shiela had no idea what was going
on, but she definitely knew we were laughing at her.  Her face got the
darkest shade of red I'd ever seen on a human being.  I could see she was
thinking of what she could do to make herself look the best.  She drew back
her hand and started to slap me.

   Beth grabbed her hand in mid swing and held it there.  She stepped close
to Shiela and said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Shiela,
you are a piece of shit.  Mike would have let you get away with slapping
him because you are a girl.  I won't let that happen.  It wouldn't bother
me a bit to put you in the hospital so you can see how many people come to
visit you.  Do I make myself clear?"

   Shiela nodded, and Beth let go of her wrist.  Beth just stared at her
and you could see that Shiela was completely stunned.  Finally she just
turned and walked away, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks.

   I gave Beth a quick hug and we both headed off to our home rooms.

   I was signed up for Biology, Chemistry, Trig, Government and English. 
Biology, Chemistry, and Trig were Monday, Wednesday and Friday classes.  On
Tuesday and Thursday I had Government, English, and Chemistry Lab.  It was
an aggressive schedule, but one I felt I could handle.

   By the end of the week, I was bored out of my mind.  In my previous
life, I had dual degrees in Chemical and Electrical Engineering.  High
school Chemistry for me was like going back to first grade to learn my
ABCs. Trig was just as bad, because of all the math I'd had in getting my
engineering degrees.

   Government class was taught by a guy who was really a Physical Education
teacher.  He made an already dull class into something that was as dry as
cardboard.  Biology was interesting because I hadn't taken any Biology
classes in forty-two years.

   The class I enjoyed most was English.  It was mostly a composition
class, and the teacher, Mrs.  Barnes allowed us a lot of leeway in how we
interpreted our assigned topics.  When I received my first paper back from
her marked "A+" I was almost as excited as a high school student should be.

   I talked to Bonnie about my boredom problem and she asked if there was
any way I could test out of any of the classes.  I didn't know, so the next
morning I made an appointment with my guidance counselor for Monday
afternoon.

   ------------------------------------- Monday, September 13, 1976
-------------------------------------

   Ms.  Richards was a nice looking woman, who I think was just trying to
get her years in so she could retire.  She wasn't much interested in the
problems of a teenager, and tried to blow me off by saying there was no way
could just test out of the classes.

   "Ms.  Richards, I was reading the other day about a twelve year old kid
who had graduated from high school and was enrolled in college.  Are you
trying to tell me he spent four years in high school and sat through every
required class to get his credits for graduation?"

   "I doubt that he did, Michael, but that kind of thing is for gifted
children only.  Do you think you're gifted?"

   "I'm not sure what my previous IQ scores were, Ms.  Richards, but I was
in a coma for a couple of weeks earlier this year, and when I woke up, I
felt very different than I did before.  Maybe you should have me tested to
see if I've gone up or down as a result of the coma."

   "Maybe I should set up an IQ test for you," she said with a smug smile.
"If it comes out the way I think it will, it will nip these feelings of
superiority in the bud.  Sit still, Michael.  I need to make a phone call.
I'll be right back."

   She was back inside ten minutes with a business card.  "This is Dr. 
Johann Franks.  He is the school psychiatrist and does any special testing
required.  He had some time tomorrow afternoon, so I've scheduled for you
to take an IQ test starting at 1:00 PM.  Please be at this address at least
fifteen minutes early.  I will inform your afternoon teachers you will not
be here."

   I thanked her and tucked the card in my shirt pocket.  "I'll be happy to
take the test, Ms.  Richards.  However, I have one requirement before I'll
take it.  I want to be told my score on the test as soon as you find out. I
feel I am old enough to know how I stack up, and I will not take the test
unless you agree to this."

   "I'm afraid I can't do that, Michael," she said, her self righteous
smile was back.  "School policy says we cannot tell the student what his or
her score is.  I will be happy to send the results to your mother though.
As for taking the test, you don't have a choice now that I have set it up.
You either take it, or you will be suspended until you do take it."

   "That's okay, Ms.  Richards.  I'm going to see my attorney this
afternoon.  Would you please inform my teachers I will not be here?  You
might also want to tell Mr.  Andrews (principal) that I will be filing a
suit against the school.  It seems that in this state I am old enough to be
tried for a capital crime.  I'm old enough to legally have sex.  I'm old
enough to smoke cigarettes.  If I'm old enough for these things, I'm old
enough to know how smart or how dumb I am.  My attorney loves these kinds
of cases and he'll have a ball with it."

   "There's no need to get an attorney, Michael.  I'll talk with Mr. 
Andrews and see if something can be worked out.  Just go ahead and take the
test tomorrow and I'm sure we can all come to an agreement."

   "I'll tell you what.  I'll talk to my attorney this afternoon and you
talk to Mr.  Andrews.  I'll ask my attorney to hold off filing until I have
talked with you.  I'll come in to see you in the morning and if you give me
a written document, signed by you and Mr.  Andrews that I'll be given the
results, I'll go ahead and take the test.  If you do not have the document
or if you try to cancel the test or postpone it, I'll tell the attorney to
go ahead with the suit."

   "I find your attitude insulting, Michael.  I will not be threatened."

   "Ms.  Richards, I am not threatening you, I am informing you.  You need
to get over your attitude that just because you're older than me, you are
necessarily smarter than me.  I have been polite and respectful, I just
have not allowed you to bully me.  I'm sure the tape recording I've made of
this interview will show that."

   "You made a recording?  That's illegal.  I'll...  I'll have you
arrested."

   "It is illegal for a policeman to tape an interview for the purpose of
entrapment.  I don't think the school attorney will agree that it's illegal
for a student to protect himself from false accusations.  I'll talk with
you in the morning, Ms.  Richards."

   --------------

   That night I asked Bonnie if Mike had ever taken any IQ tests.  She said
he had taken one the year before and that he was very bright.  She said his
score had been 132.  I had taken one a few years before, myself and had
been in the upper 130s.  I knew it was close to genius level and had been
quite proud of my score.

   "Yeah, I was in the 130s too, Bonnie," I told her.  "I always felt good
about it because average is 100."

   "Do you really feel like it might be higher now?"

   "It feels like it is.  Things seem to come easier for me.  I have also
been having some wierd things happening that I can't explain."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, do you remember how Beth said she felt like she was reading that
guy's mind in the lounge?  I've been getting flashes like that myself. 
It's mostly with you or Beth and usually when we're making love.  I think
it might be tied to strong emotions."

   Bonnie looked pensive for a few minutes then said.  "I've had those kind
of experiences all my life.  I've always just shrugged them off as my
imagination.  It does seem like they are more frequently lately.  Do you
think it could have anything to do with you switching bodies?"

   "I don't know, Sweetheart.  I know I have a close emotional bond with
you and Beth.  One of the reasons I wanted to take this test is to see if
my brain has changed.  If it has changed in one way, maybe it has changed
in others.  For example did Mike have a perfect memory for things he'd
read?"

   "No, he was smart, but he always said he had to read something several
times before he had it.  Why?"

   "Well, I didn't have one as George either.  Now I do.  I'm also reading
much faster than I ever could before and understanding what I've read if it
builds on things I've read before.  It's kind of scary in a way."

   "Oh, Sweety," Bonnie said as she pulled me into a hug.  "Beth and I are
here for you.  If there's anything we can do, just let us know.  You said
you're reading faster.  How fast are you reading now?"

   "I don't know for sure.  Hand me that 'Time' magazine and I'll let you
time me while I read a page.  Pick out a page with a lot of text."

   I handed her my watch, which had a stopwatch built in and showed her how
to use it.  She handed me the magazine with her finger marking a page.  She
told me to keep it closed until she told me to start.

   She said, "Go." and I began reading an article on the future of the
electronics industry.  It was an interesting article and not one I'd seen
before.  When I finished the page I said, "Done."

   Bonnie looked disturbed.  "That's impossible.  There has to be close to
two thousand words on that page, and you finished in twenty-three seconds."

   "I did read it, Sweety.  Ask me a question about it."

   "Okay, Third paragraph, second sentence.  What are the first three
words?"

   It was like using a microfliche reader to scan down through the article.
"By the middle," I told her.

   "My God!  Let's count the words and see how fast you are, stud.  I know
from experience you're not too fast when you shouldn't be."

   We counted then calculated.  It came out to a little over four thousand
words per minute.  I wasn't too disturbed, because I knew the Kennedys had
read that fast or faster.  It's just that they had to work hard to get to
that speed and I had it for nothing.

   -------------------------------------- Tuesday, September 14, 1976
--------------------------------------

   The next morning, I walked into Ms.  Richard's office at exactly 9:00
AM. She didn't say a thing, but handed me a paper.  I read it and it was
what I asked for and it was signed by the appropriate people.  I said,
"Thank you." and turned to walk out.  She never said a word the entire time
I was there.

   When I arrived at Dr.  Franks' office I learned I would actually be
taking two tests.  It seems there are several tests of different types that
can be given that look at slightly different aspects of intelligence.  To
be honest, I couldn't tell much difference from the types of questions that
were asked.

   God!  What a grueling afternoon.  When I found out it would take a
little over four hours to take the tests, I called home to let Bonnie know
I'd be late.

   Actually I was out of his office in a little over three hours.  I'd have
been out sooner, but I had to wait for him to go through the second test
making sure I'd answered all of the questions.

   ------------------------------------------ Wednesday, September 15, 1976
------------------------------------------

   I was in Biology class the next morning when I was paged to go to Ms. 
Richards office.  I didn't see any way she could have the test results as
yet, so I was wondering what the hell she could want as I entered her
office.

   She motioned me to one of the chairs in front of her desk and when I was
seated she said, "Michael, Dr.  Franks called over your test results this
morning.  He is asking for us to schedule some additional testing for you,
and since I know you have some, ahh humm, uh...  strong opinions about that
type of thing I wanted to discuss them with you first."

   "Before we talk about additional testing, I'd like to hear the results
of the tests I took, please."

   "Okay, you took two tests.  On the first test you took, genius level is
considered to be around 140.  You scored 176.  On the second test you took,
genius level is around 150.  You scored 183.  Dr.  Franks was concerned
with your finishing so quickly, so he scored the tests last night.  He says
these are the highest scores he's ever seen from a test he's given, so he'd
like to do some additional testing.  It seems there are other tests that
are a little more refined and can give a better idea of the areas you excel
in."

   "Ms.  Richards, the tests I took yesterday exhausted me completely.  I'm
not inclined to take any more, but I will talk it over with my mother.  If
she wants me to take the additional tests, I will.  Is that satisfactory
with you?"

   "Yes, Michael, that will be fine.  I would like to discuss these tests
with her as well, though.  I should have the written reports by Monday. 
Could you please have her call me on Monday so we can set up an
appointment? I believe Dr.  Franks would like to set in on the meeting as
well."

   "I'll have her call first thing Monday morning."

   "Thank you, Michael.  We can probably also discuss testing out of some
classes as well.  From the brief conversation I had with Dr.  Franks, he
feels you are probably bored out of your mind with the courses you are
taking now.  I want to apologize for disbelieving what you said before.  I
should have at least given you the chance to test in one class to see if
you were genuine."

   "Not a problem, Ms.  Richards.  Actually you did the right thing by
scheduling the IQ tests.  I thank you for that," I said as I stood to
leave.

   The rest of the day at school was a blur.  I went from class to class,
ate my lunch, and talked to friends, but my mind was somewhere else.

   -------------------------------------- Friday, September 17, 1976
--------------------------------------

   It was Friday night and none of us had dates.  I had told Bonnie and
Beth about my test results yesterday and we were all still a little shook
up.  We were snuggled up together on the couch.  We had tried to watch some
television, but there was nothing interesting on, so we put on some soft
music and were just enjoying each other's company.

   "So, what could cause a jump of fifty points in IQ in a year?" Bonnie
asked.

   "Absolutely nothing that I know of," I told her.  "Theoretically, your
IQ should be nearly the same from birth to death.  I wish I had an answer."

   "Do you think the tests Dr.  Franks wants to give you would shed any
light on the subject?"

   "No.  Absolutely not.  Even in the year 2003, little was known as to
what made one person more intelligent than another.  Sure, brain damage can
cause your IQ to go down, but I haven't heard of anything that would make
it go up."

   "Then you don't think taking the additional tests would do any good."

   "No, but I do think they would cause a lot of additional exposure.  We
certainly don't want that," I said as I gave her left breast a squeeze.

   Bonnie giggled.  "No, we don't want that."

   "I know that the brain functions when neurons fire an electrical signal
from one neuron to another neuron.  The electrical charge is fired because
of a chemical change inside the sending neuron.  Many neurons are firing in
parallel.  If there were more neurons firing in parallel, that might speed
up the process.  The rest potential of a neuron is about -70 millivolts, I
believe, and the cell triggers when the voltage reaches about -55
millivolts.  If the rest voltage and the trigger voltage were closer
together, the neuron might fire quicker.  Additional blood supply to the
neuron might also speed it up.  There may also be some kind of trigger,
like adrenalin or something that would cause things to work faster or
better."

   "That's more information than I ever wanted," Beth laughed.  "What I
want to know is, are you going to keep getting smarter, or have you reached
your potential?"

   "I just don't know, Sweety.  I am also wondering about what is causing
all of us to have these flashes of telepathy.  If we could learn to control
it and strengthen it, there is no end to what we could do."

   "Yeah.  I've been wondering about that myself.  Why is it only the three
of us?  I've never heard of anyone else who had these experiences."

   "A lot of people over the years have demonstrated some form of ESP. 
Some of them have been hoaxes, but some have been verified.  No one knows
why.  It could also be that a lot of people have these flashes but are
afraid to say anything about them."

   "Well, I think we should move this discussion to the bedroom," Bonnie
said.  "That way when Mike starts another discourse on how the brain works,
I can fall asleep without having to worry about getting up later."

   We did move to the bedroom, but not until after I had given Bonnie a
severe tickling.

   Chapter 4

   -------------------------------------- Saturday, September 18, 1976
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   AUTHOR'S NOTE: From this point on, telepathic communications will use
the < and > sign instead of quotes.

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   I was laying awake, thinking about what we had talked about, long after
my two beautiful lovers were asleep.  I was becoming a little frustrated
because the same thoughts kept chasing themselves through my mind. 
Finally, agitated with the whole thing, I thought, "Why the fuck are we
experiencing telepathy?"

   "Suddenly, I knew.  I knew it as clearly as I knew my own name (both my
names actually).  We were receiving more blood flow to a portion of the
brain that had no known function."

   "How did I know that?" I wondered.

   "Oh well, I wish I could see what was causing the additional blood
flow."

   I could immediately see, behind my closed eyelids, a portion of the
brain and a blood vessel leading into it.  Somehow I knew this blood vessel
was larger than in normal people, and that the telepathy was triggered by a
state of excitement because of an increase in blood pressure.

   I thought about this for a couple of minutes then thought, "I wonder if
my brain could cause this vessel to increase in size?"

   I knew that to do something like that, I'd have to be in a very excited
condition.  I slipped out of bed and quickly got dressed without awakening
Bonnie or Beth.  It was now over two hours after midnight so I knew there
would be very little traffic.

   I got in my new Suburban.  I was on the freeway within a few minutes
going toward San Jose.  I let the speed start to creep up, feeling the
tension and excitement build.  When the speedometer said 120 MPH, I tried
my experiment.

   "I want the blood vessel I was looking at earlier to be permanently 50%
larger than it was this afternoon," I thought.

   I didn't feel anything happening, and after a few more miles I thought
the same thing.  I still didn't feel any change, so I reluctantly took the
next exit and started home.

   When I went back into the bedroom, Bonnie raised herself on one elbow
and looked at me.  She didn't move her mouth, but I distinctly heard, <What
the hell is he doing dressed?>

   "I wanted to try an experiment, Sweety.  Just go back to sleep.  I'll be
back as soon as I go to the bathroom."

   Again, I did not see her mouth move, but I heard, <Go back to sleep,
Hell.  I'm awake now.  I'm going to jump his bones.>

   "Sweety, as much as I enjoy you jumping my bones, I'd rather wait until
morning if you don't mind.  I'm all keyed up and I don't think I'd be much
good to you."

   "Mike, why are you answering me when I didn't say anything?"

   "But...  you said you were awake and were going to jump my bones."

   "I thought it but I didn't say it.  What's going on, Mike?"

   "My God...  It must have worked!" I went on to explain to her the
insights I had earlier and my experiment to increase the size of the blood
vessel.  After chewing me out for driving that fast, she calmed down enough
to ask some questions.

   "Are you saying you can read what I'm thinking all of the time now?"

   "I don't know, Bonnie.  I certainly heard what you were thinking when I
came into the room."

   "Okay, I'm going to shut up talking and think something at you.  See if
you can pick it up."

   "Okay, and I love you too, Bonnie."

   "That was an easy one I guess.  Try this one."

   "Okay, you thought 'and all the boards did shrink'."

   "Well...  I know you didn't come up with that one by accident.  Are you
picking up anything besides my surface thoughts?"

   "No, but I haven't tried either.  I really don't want to invade your
privacy."

   "Privacy, Hell, Mike.  We're about as close as any two people can get.
You've even licked my asshole.  Your father didn't do that in all the years
we were married.  If you'd like to look at my innermost thoughts and
fantasies, you have my permission.  Any time, any place."

   "Just relax for a minute or two, Bonnie.  Let me see what I can see."

   ------------------

   "My God, Bonnie!  Why didn't you tell someone about the lump in your
breast?  You've been worried about it.  Maybe we could have helped.  You
need to see a doctor."

   "I know!  I know," Bonnie sobbed.  "I should have told you a week ago,
when I found it.  I was trying to get up the courage to tell you and Beth
and to call a doctor, but I was and am scared, Mike.  We've all found
something good and I don't want to lose it."

   "I don't want to lose it either, my love.  Maybe there's something we
can do about the lump though.  First, though, would you like to be able to
do the mind thing I've been doing, reliably?"

   "Yes, I guess so.  How does that have anything to do with my lump
though?"

   "Well, I changed the size of a blood vessel in my brain just using my
mind.  If I can do that, then maybe I could remove cancer cells as well. 
If we get it so you can do the same thing, we should have a better shot at
getting rid of your lump."

   Bonnie brightened considerably and said, "Okay, let's try it.  What do
we have to do?"

   "I'm not sure.  I just visualized the blood vessel in my brain and told
myself I wanted it to be 50% larger.  I had excited myself by driving fast,
so my blood pressure was up and I could have the power to do it."

   "Now that you can do it all the time, can you visualize the vessel in my
brain and tell it to get larger?"

   "I don't know, but let's give it a try."

   We looked deeply into each other's eyes, and I concentrated on the area
of Bonnie's brain that we wanted to have increased blood flow.  When I
closed my eyes, I could see the area and see the vessel with the blood
flowing through it.  The blood vessel was not as large in Bonnie as it had
been in me.  I concentrated on the vessel and thought, "I want this vessel
to be twice as large as it was yesterday."

   I stayed concentrating on her brain, and I could actually see the vessel
growing.  "Do you feel anything different?" I asked her.

   "No, not really," She responded, a look of disappointment coming to her
face.

   "I didn't either at first.  I'm going to clear my mind and think of one
thing.  See if you can tell me what I'm thinking."

   She waited a few seconds and smiled.  "I know you love me and Beth.  We
both love you too."

   Bonnie paused another couple of seconds then said, "It's so amazingly
clear.  When you think something, it's like I'm hearing it with my ears. 
It's not audible though.  This is amazing."

   "Yes, it is.  When you probe someone for their underlying thoughts it is
a bit different.  You don't hear the words, it's just like you grasp the
concept without needing words."

   "So, what do I do about my lump?"

   "First off, show me where it is so I can feel it."

   "You're just wanting to feel mommy's tit, you nasty thing," Bonnie
laughed.  I could tell she was relaxing already.

   "Yes, but mommy has such pretty tits," I told her.  "Now show me,
woman."

   Bonnie pulled my hand to her breast and started moving my fingers
around. I felt it almost at once.  It was about the size of a marble and
spongy hard.

   "Okay, now close your eyes and tell yourself you want to see the lump in
your breast."

   Bonnie concentrated for a few seconds then said, "I can see it.  It's an
ugly thing, Mike."

   "Sweety, I'm going to look into your mind and see if I can see it too."

   Bonnie didn't say anything, so I looked into her mind.  She was
concentrating on the lump and I could see it clearly.

   "Now, Sweety, tell yourself you want the cells in the lump to die, and
you want your body to adsorb the dead cells and excrete them through normal
excretion."

   Bonnie concentrated again.  Almost immediately I could see the lump
start to shrink.  Within five minutes, it was gone.  Neither of us said a
word during this time.  I don't think either of us could have.

   Finally, I asked, "May I feel your lovely breasts again?"

   Bonnie smiled and nodded.  It was gone.  The lump is gone!  "My God! 
Sweety, the damned thing is gone!" I shouted.

   Bonnie's smile lighted the entire city as she knocked my hand out of the
way and started her own examination.

   "It is gone," she almost whispered.

   "What's gone?" Beth asked.  "What's all the commotion about?  I'm trying
to sleep here."

   Bonnie explained to her everything that had gone on as I held my
wonderful lover with the fixed booby and stroked her hair.

   Of course, Beth wanted us to "fix" her brain too, so we repeated the
process we used on Bonnie with Beth.  Beth's blood vessel was more the size
of mine, maybe even a little larger, so we went with the 50% increase on
her.

   After Beth was up to speed, we had a mental conversation between the
three of us that blew us all away.  Thoughts passed back and forth much
faster than words and always came out as we meant them to.  We experimented
a little and found we could also send and receive feelings, sights and
smells.  It was wonderful.

   <Bonnie, there's one thing I want you to do as soon as possible,> I told
her.  <I want you to tell your mind to look for other cells like those in
the lump in your breast.  If you have them, you should get rid of them.>

   <I was thinking the same thing, Honey.  It wouldn't hurt for you and
Beth to do the same thing.>

   <Mom, Mike, I was just thinking.  If we can make cancer cells go away,
could we also make something like a bad heart well again?>

   <I think we could, Sweety,> I told her.  <Maybe even repair things like
a broken bone.>

   <If that's the case, Mike, Why would we ever have to die?>

   Her question totally flabbergasted me.  I think it must have done the
same thing to Bonnie.  We all just looked at each other, I at least was a
little scared from the implications.

   Finally, I managed to shape a coherent thought.  <I'm not sure, Beth.  I
don't think we have enough information.  We probably need to do a little
experimentation to see what we can do.  We really don't know what we'd have
to do to stop or reverse the aging process.>

   <Well, from what you told me, you were pretty general in what Mom told
her body to do to get rid of the cancer cells.  Maybe we just need to tell
our body to make and keep itself as it was when we were in the best
condition of our life.>

   <You and I are young enough, Beth, that we'd need to let our bodies
mature a little before we did something like that.  Bonnie/Mom could
actually try it now.  Are you game to try something like that, Bonnie?>

   <Yeah, I guess I could try.  I was just thinking about when I was in the
best shape of my life.  I think it was when I was eighteen.  I was a
cheerleader.  My breasts were full grown, I had a slim waist, and my hips
were just a little smaller than they are now.  We exercised a lot for the
cheerleading, and I could run five miles while hardly breaking a sweat.  My
muscle tone was excellent and I didn't have these disgusting stretch marks
that you guys gave me.>

   <Wow!  I wish I had known you then.>

   <Maybe you'll get the chance,> she giggled.  <Should I try it now?>

   <It's almost 6:00 AM,> I said, <maybe you should wait until we get up in
the morning.  I think we should all try to get some sleep right now.>

   <I'll agree with that,> Beth said.  <I was sleeping nicely when you guys
woke me up.  If it'd been something important, I wouldn't have minded so
much, but all you wanted to do was cause me to be able to read minds and
maybe live forever.>

   We all laughed at that, then snuggled in for some much needed rest.

   --------------

   It was nearly noon when I woke up the next morning.  Beth's head was on
my left shoulder and she was snuggled close.  It was the smell of coffee
that awakened me, and it was close by.

   As my eyes began to focus, I could see that Bonnie had set two cups on
the night stand and was wafting the delicious fragrance toward Beth and I.
I did a double take.  Yes, it was Bonnie, but she was like no Bonnie I had
ever seen before.  She was absolutely gorgeous!

   <You did it,> I said.  <You are definitely the most beautiful woman I
have ever seen in either of my lives.>

   <Thank you, kind sir,> She said with a little curtsey.  <Yes, I did it.
I've been up almost two hours.  It was a very interesting experience.>

   I beckoned her to me, and she slid in beside me.  <How interesting?  I
asked.

   <Well, I told my body to return itself to the way it had been two months
before I graduated from high school, and to maintain it in that condition
until I told it differently.  I immediately started feeling the changes
happening.  My ass got smaller and my tits got tighter.  I could feel my
skin tightening but becoming more supple.  I could even feel my pussy
change.  Probably the most interesting thing was when the change was
complete.>

   <What happened then?>

   <I was hungry.>

   <What's so interesting about that?>

   <I ended up eating six eggs, more hashbrowns than I would normally fix
for the three of us, a pound of bacon, and half a dozen slices of toast
with butter and jelly.>

   <Ahhh.  Your body needed the fuel to compensate for the changes it had
made and was probably still making.  How do you feel now?>

   <Hungry!>

   Beth giggled.  I knew she had been awake since Bonnie had gotten into
bed with us, but she hadn't said anything.

   Bonnie passed Beth and I our coffee, and we sipped for a while. 
Finally, Beth said she was hungry too, so we decided to go out for brunch.

   We ended up going to an IHOP that was close to the house.  Beth and I
ordered what we would consider a normal breakfast.  Bonnie had three eggs,
corned beef hash, hashbrowns, and three plate sized pancakes.  I was almost
embarrassed.

   We talked verbally while we ate, talking about school and exercise and
any innocuous thing we could think of.  We were also carrying on a
nonverbal conversation on things we didn't want anyone else to hear.

   <Bonnie, you are absolutely gorgeous,> I told her.

   <You ain't seen nothing yet,> She replied.  <Just wait until you slip
that marvelous cock of yours into my pussy.  I'm tight, and wet, and hot,
and any other adjective you can use to describe an eighteen year not quite
virgin pussy.  I'm going to be leaving a wet spot on the seat here from
just thinking about it.>

   <Maybe we should get home then and try it out,> I said.

   We did, and it was everything she said it would be.

   ------------

   God!  I can't believe it.  Did I say that Bonnie is gorgeous?  Actually
I don't think there was ever a word invented that could tell you just how
beautiful she is.  And energetic, she has more energy than I could imagine.
She has a cheerleader's body and no cheerleading to do, so she has to
expend the energy someway.  We had sort of let our exercise and running
lapse since school started, but Bonnie got us back into it with a passion.

   Anyway, back to the story.  I am trying to keep to the order things
happened in, but I digress at times.

   We spent most of the rest of that day in bed.  Bonnie couldn't get
enough and I couldn't get enough of her.  We didn't leave Beth out either.
I must have cum seven or eight times that day.  I had the normal libido of
a horny sixteen year old, plus I had found I could now will myself hard. 
Even if I had just had an earth shaking cum, I could get hard again in
seconds.

   I also had the chance to watch Beth and Bonnie get it on.  Watching that
gave me an erection you could have driven nails with.

   -------------------------------------- Monday, September 20, 1976
--------------------------------------

   I was in Biology class on Monday morning, when I was again called to Ms.
Richards office.  Waiting for me there was Bonnie, Ms.  Richards, Mr. 
Andrews, and Dr.  Franks.

   Ms.  Richards informed me they had been discussing my test results, and
said they were ready to talk about me testing out of some classes.

   "There are two or three ways we can do this, Michael," said Mr. 
Andrews. The first way would be if you just dropped out of school and took
the GED (General Education Development) test.  That way you would not get a
diploma, but you would be able to get into college once you passed the GED.
The second way would be for you to select the classes you feel you could
test out of, then you would take tests for those classes over a couple of
weeks time.  Then you could take whatever classes you still need to
graduate.  The third way is the same as the second, except we would give
you a week or two to prepare for the test by studying the text book for the
class."

   "Well Mr.  Andrews, if you are giving me a choice, I would choose the
third way, if I can graduate early after passing all the required tests or
taking the classes."

   "Yes, Michael.  That would be the scenario, and I believe it is your
best choice.  A GED is okay, but it is still better to have a diploma in my
opinion."

   Ms.  Richards said, "Here is a list of the eight classes you need to
graduate.  Put a checkmark by the ones you'd like to take the test for and
leave the classes you are going to take blank."

   She handed me a slip of paper with the eight classes listed.  I quickly
put a check beside each class and handed it back to her.

   She glanced at the list then said, "Michael, you are indicating that you
want to test out of every one of them.  Is that what you intend?"

   "Yes, Ms.  Richards.  I'd like to schedule things so that I can graduate
at the end of the first semester."

   "I don't know if that's possible, Michael," Mr.  Andrews said while
shaking his head.

   "If it can be done, I think it should," Dr.  Franks said.  "As I was
telling you earlier, there aren't more than one hundred people in the
United States who has that high of an IQ, and not more than a thousand in
the world.  We really shouldn't hold him back if we can help it."

   Mr.  Andrews thought for a couple of minutes then said, "Okay, we'll do
it your way, Michael.  What class would you like to start with?"

   "Chemistry is my best subject, so let's start with that.  Could we set
the test up for Monday morning?  That would give me the weekend to study."

   "That will be fine, Michael," said Ms.  Richards.  "I will be
administering the tests.  There's one thing you should know, though.  Each
subject test is a one shot deal.  If you don't pass it the first time, you
have to take the class."

   "I understand, Ms.  Richards.  It makes sense to do it that way."

   --------------

   Until I passed the test for a subject I was currently in, I had to keep
attending the class.  One of the reasons I decided for chemistry to be the
first one I tested out of was because it had three class periods and two
labs every week.

   I somehow made it through the rest of my classes that day.  During my
study hall, I decided to try an experiment.  The school was about five
miles from our house as the crow flies.  We had never experimented with
range, so I thought I'd try.  <Bonnie, can you hear me?> I called mentally.
I tried to direct my thoughts to her as I sent them.

   <Yes, I can hear you.  Where are you, Lover?>

   <I'm in study hall at school, Swivel Hips.  I was wondering if you and
Beth would like to go out to dinner tonight.>

   <I certainly would and I'm sure Beth would too.  You know how much she
hates doing dishes.>

   <Beth, my love, would you like to go out to dinner with Bonnie and I
tonight?> I projected to Beth.

   It was almost a minute before she answered.  Evidently I'd caught her at
just the wrong time.  She had been lost in thought when my voice was
suddenly in her mind.  She let out a little squeak and had to make up a
story for her teacher when he asked what her problem was.

   <I told him I had seen a spider,> she told me.  <Yes, I'd love to go out
to dinner.  Could we go somewhere that has dancing?  I enjoyed dancing with
you so much that night and I know Bonnie did too.>

   <Yeah, I kind of liked it too.  I'll ask Bonnie to make reservations for
us.>

   <When you call her, tell her about you scaring the crap out of me in
class.>

   <Tell her yourself, Sweet Lips.  I asked her mentally if she'd like to
go out just before I started talking to you.  Just direct your thoughts
toward her.  If it's okay, I'll listen in.>

   <Certainly it's okay.  I love you Mikey.>

   <I love you too, Lively Legs, but if you don't stop calling me Mikey,
I'm going to turn into the tickle monster.>

   I could hear a mental giggle.  I'll swear I could.  Then I heard Beth
calling to Bonnie.

   <Mom, are you there?>

   <Of course I'm here.  Where else would I be?  Are you in class also?>

   <Yes, Mom.  Let's see, you might be out somewhere so you could let all
those horny men out there drool over your sexy new body.>

   <I only want one man drooling on me from now on, Sweety.  I think you
know who that is.>

   <Yeah, and that drooler damn near scared me to death a while ago.  I was
sitting quietly in class when all of a sudden I heard his voice in my mind.
I almost peed myself.>

   I could hear Bonnie's mental laugh.  <I'm listening in Bonnie.  I hope
you don't mind.>

   <Not at all, Lover.  I do think you need to take special care of Beth
tonight to make up for scaring her though.>

   <I'll gladly take special care of Beth any night, Mom.  I love her, you
know.>

   <Yes, we both know.  So where did you guys want to eat?>

   Beth told her of her desire to go dancing after dinner, and Bonnie
agreed.  <How about this little redneck country place I know of?  I hear
they serve great ribs, and they have a band every night.>

   Beth and I agreed that would be great.  I love ribs, and Beth and Bonnie
do too.  The messier the better I always say.

   -----------

   The redneck bar was just as described.  The food was fantastic, and the
dance floor was as big as Texas.  When we had all stuffed ourselves with
the ribs, Beth asked me if I'd dance with her.  "I would love to dance with
my beautiful lady," I told her.  We were keeping all conversations verbal
so we wouldn't confuse people around us if we shared a joke nonverbally and
we all burst out laughing for no apparent reason.

   Once we were on the dance floor, we could hold each other close and
converse mentally.  <I love you, Mike.  You know that, don't you?>

   <I love you too, little Sis.  It'd be pretty hard to keep how we feel
from each other now, wouldn't it?>

   <The funny part is, Mike.  I still love you as a brother, even though I
know the boy I grew up with isn't in there any more.  But now, I also love
you as a boyfriend...  no that's not right.  I now love you as a husband. I
feel like we're married, Mike, and I like it a lot.>

   <Me too, Sis.  I do love you as a wife.  It is so strange to say that
and know I feel the same way about Bonnie.>

   <Thanks for including me, Mike,> I heard from Bonnie.  <I love you and
Beth as well.  <You like a husband, and Beth...  Hell, I don't know.  I
guess I love her like a husband too.  Is that strange?>

   <Shit yes, it's strange,> Beth answered.  <I know what you mean though.
I've been trying to think of what my love for you is like, Mom, and I guess
it IS like I feel for Mike.>

   When the dance was over, I escorted Beth back to the table, and since
there was another slow song starting, I asked Bonnie to dance.

   We were dancing close, and had moved over to one of the less well
lighted corners to exchange a kiss when we heard mentally, <HELP!> It was
immediately cut off, but we both started running for our table.  It was
empty, and the chair Beth had been was laying on it's back on the floor.

   I had just turned to ask the people at the next table what had happened
when two very large men came running up.  "Are you with the girl that was
here?" one of them asked.

   "Yes, what happened?" Bonnie asked.

   "We were watching the place on the monitors upstairs.  Everything was
fine until we saw these three guys grab the girl who was here.  One of them
slapped a rag over her mouth and nose and she went limp.  They were out the
back door before we could get down here."

   "Call 911 and report a kidnaping," I told them.  "I'm going out back to
see if I can see their car.  "Bonnie, get our car and meet me around back."

   One of the bouncers said, "Now wait a minute.  You can't go out..."

   "Shut up and do what you're told," I said as I headed toward the door.
"If you don't, your boss is going to be awfully mad when we own this
place."
   To be continued