Fountain of Youth
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Friday, November 23, 1979
We did have our wedding ceremony with Tiffany this morning. It was beautiful as always. As we were going back into the house afterwards, Missy said, {Now, aren't you glad we gave her the ability to rejuvenate her body?}
{And a fine body it is,} I said as I pinched Tiffy lightly on the butt.
{God, it's hard to imagine how I looked just a few months ago and how I look now," Tiffany said.
{Speaking of bodies,} Sharon/Jude piped up, {Could we start looking for a body for me today?}
{I think that's a fine idea,} I said. {How about it, Cindi, would you go with us to look for a body for Sharon?}
{Can we eat some breakfast first? I used up a lot of energy the last few days. I'm starved.}
We all assured her we'd eat before we left.
The first place we went was Laurel Grove Hospital in Castro Valley. We parked near the Emergency Room entrance and went in that way. The ER wasn't very busy on the morning after Thanksgiving. There couldn't have been more than half a dozen people in the waiting room. We walked right on by them and by the nurses desk like we knew where we were going.
{I think we need to walk every corridor on every floor,} Cindi said. {We'll be able to pick up a brain that isn't functioning at short range, but I doubt we could do it from very far away.}
Do you have any idea how many corridors there are in even a moderately sized hospital? It took us quite a while to hike through. We found five people who were basically brain dead. Three of them were men and neither of the two women had a blood vessel of a size we thought would work.
{Where next?} I asked as we were walking back to the car.
{I don't think we're going to find what we're looking for in a hospital,} Jude said. {Hospitals move out patients that are brain dead to nursing homes or convalescent centers.}
{There's a nursing home here in town,} Cindi said.
{Let's head for that, then,} I said.
The nursing home turned out to be a bust as well. It was a large one, but almost all of the patients were elderly. Some of them were suffering from Alzheimer's, but no one was completely brain dead.
We stopped for lunch and while we were eating, I borrowed a phone directory and we looked for where to go next.
We went through three more nursing homes that afternoon and came up with nothing. We were a tired group when we got home, but we resolved to start looking again tomorrow.
We had a nice dinner that Bonnie and Tiffany had fixed for us, then retired to our suite. Tiffany attacked me as soon as we were in the bedroom. If Tiffy had had inhibitions before she was rejuvenated, they were gone now. We made passionate love with the whole family watching and helping.
Saturday, November 24, 1979
We visited two more nursing homes during the morning, then broke for lunch. The first place we visited in the afternoon was a convalescent center in Hayward.
The place was huge. We were walking down the second of six hallways when Cindi stopped abruptly. {Let's go in here,} she said. {I think this girl may be just what we need.}
We went into the room she indicated. There were two women in the room. One had to be nearly a hundred years old. She was senile, but her brain was still functioning. The other was a young black girl in her late teens or early twenties.
{Sharon, would you object to being a black woman?} I asked.
{Not unless I thought it would bother you,} she said.
{Honey, it's you I love. I don't care what color of body you're in. You know from being in rapport with me that I'm not prejudiced.}
{Guys, she is brain dead, but she has some other problems as well. We need to scan through and see if they could be fixed,} Cindi said.
Cindi was right. The girl had some spinal cord damage that would have made her a quadriplegic even if she had cognitive thought. The cognitive portion of her brain was in good shape and so were all of the memory areas. We scanned her brain thoroughly and couldn't find anything wrong. The blood vessel that controlled telepathy was as large as Cindi's.
{Sharon, I'm sure that if we can get you transferred into her brain, you could just ask the body to heal itself and it will. What do you think?} Cindi asked.
{Let's do it,} Sharon said. {Is that okay, Mike?}
{Absolutely. How do we go about this? We can't just have her get well here. There'd be too many questions asked.}
{Stay with her while I go to the nurses station,} Jude said. {I have an idea, but I need to scan one of the nurses to see if it'll work.}
Cindi and I stayed in the room while Jude went to the nurses' station. {Guys, it looks like what I was thinking about will work. The nurse here is filling out a form for me to release Shaniqua Rollins to private care. She thinks I'm Shaniqua's doctor.}
Cindi and I grinned at each other. {Okay, I just signed the doctor's name to the form. I'm going to have her call for an ambulance to take Shaniqua to our place.}
{What should we be doing, love?} I asked.
{Why don't you two go home and get the hospital bed moved down from Tim's spare room to ours. I'd suspect it may take a day or two to get everything done and we'll need the bed until then.}
{What about you?}
{I had the nurse put a phony address on the form she filled out. I'll ride in the ambulance with Shaniqua and make sure they deliver her to our place.}
{Okay, love. We're on our way.}
It took all of us to get that damned bed moved down to one of our spare rooms. We hadn't much more than got it set up when we saw the ambulance pull up outside. The two attendants got Shaniqua moved inside and onto the bed. They hung the IVs and we thanked them for their trouble. As they were leaving, Cindi implanted in their brains that they had delivered Shaniqua to the address shown on the form.
We had Carrie look things over and she said we had enough supplies left over from when Tim was on IVs to keep Shaniqua going for a few days.
Sunday, November 25, 1979
{How are we going to make this happen?} I asked as Missy, Jude and I were cuddled up, drinking coffee. {Shaniqua doesn't have a conscious mind there that you can go into rapport with.}
{Cindi and I have been talking about that,} Jude said. {Even though the mind that was Shaniqua is no longer there, there is still a conscious and a subconscious mind. It may take all of us working together, but I think we can still go into rapport with the mind that is there, even though it is blank.}
{When are you going to try it?}
{Cindi and I will try it after Cindi and Sharon are awake.}
After breakfast, Cindi and Jude/Sharon moved chairs into Shaniqua's room. {We'll see you guys later,} they told us, which I took to mean, "Leave us alone."
The weather was a little nippy, but Missy, Bonnie, Tiffy and I decided to relax in the hot tub for a while. The water in the hot tub was just fine. Some tubs I've been in have been so hot that I thought my skin would peel off after a few minutes. Fred had ours adjusted so it felt very hot as you were getting in, but you didn't have to get back out after only a few minutes.
We did a lot of cuddling and touching and playing while we soaked up the heat from the water. When we finally got out, we looked like a bunch of raisins.
After we were back in our sitting room, Beth came by and asked,
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Monday, June 4, 1979 Missy and I were sitting in deep rapport, drinking our morning coffee, when she asked, {Are you really going to try to get me pregnant tonight?} {If that's what you want, then I definitely am Sweetheart. I just want you to be sure. It's your body that will be carrying our little monster for nine months. I wouldn't push you to do that, but if it's what you want, then I'm all for it.} {Oh, it's what I want. It seems like I've loved you forever Mike. Having a baby...
Cindi came in and joined us before long and not long after that Tiffany asked us if she could join us. We all started kicking around ideas about how we could get around a mind shield and either detect a shield or detect a person's thoughts behind the shield. Tiffany said.
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Thursday, June 7, 1979 As we were having our morning cuddle, I asked Cindi if she was still keeping tabs on Andrews. {Yes Mike. He's been thinking of Ann a lot. He is the one who raped her, by the way. I scanned him last night. He plans to do it again, probably tonight.} I asked.
After dinner, the whole family gathered in the living room. I filled everyone in on what Cindi had found. I told them of the proposal for everyone to go into rapport, and that Cindi would then probe the blocked area to see if we could find any more about it. No one had any other suggestions, so we decided to try out the rapport and probe. After everyone was comfortably in rapport, then Cindi and Jude started probing Tim's blocked area. Nothing happened at first.
Monday, October 8, 1979 Missy, Jude and I were in deep rapport the next morning when Beth surprised us by coming in and joining us. She sat on the loveseat across from us and waited for us to realize she was there. I said.
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Saturday, November 17, 1979 Saturday morning seemed almost like a normal morning for us. Missy, Jude, and I were up first. We were on one of the love seats in the sitting room in deep rapport and sipping our first cup of coffee. {Is Sharon still asleep?} I asked Jude. {Yeah, she'll probably sleep for another hour unless something disturbs her.} {It doesn't wake her if you move around or talk?} {No, I pretty much have to direct a thought directly at her if I want to awaken her before...
He turns the cup once more, the little tea that is left inside swills around and he watches as it slowly re-finds its stillness. The little spoon by the side of the saucer makes another darker spot on the tablecloth as one more drip of tea falls and the teapot gives out its last final blast of steam. Across the table lies an empty space where the person he is waiting for should be sitting, ‘late again’ thinks Adam the main person involved in this tale. He remembers the first time that he and...
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Chapter Eleven: Mr. Crane’s Affair (Princess of the Niger) In her kitchen Loraine opened her oven and dished a tray of hot fresh food, and then fetched a bottle of red she had kept on ice. With three glasses carefully placed on the tray, she carried the food upstairs to her hungry lovers. If her plan worked as she was certain it would, Shirley and Jamal would be spending the entire weekend with her. The party was just beginning… ****** Lagos, Nigeria 24 Hours Later Jack Crane laid in...
The throbbing tension in Jamal’s manhood had grown quite intense from watching the unsuspecting Shirley being ravished by the seductress Loraine. He was enjoying every bit of his deeply rewarding voyeur experience, he was so lost in the moment that he almost jumped out of his skin when suddenly an unexpected and ill-timed text message alert from his cell phone alerted the women to his presence. Loraine whipped her head around to catch him watching them. She had completely forgotten about him in...
Chapter Eleven: Mr. Crane’s Affair (Princess of the Niger) In her kitchen Loraine opened her oven and dished a tray of hot fresh food, and then fetched a bottle of red she had kept on ice. With three glasses carefully placed on the tray, she carried the food upstairs to her hungry lovers. If her plan worked as she was certain it would, Shirley and Jamal would be spending the entire weekend with her. The party was just beginning… **** Lagos, Nigeria 24 Hours Later Jack Crane laid in...
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I opened my door for my mystery man and he touched my shoulders, my neck, took my face in his hands and gave me a soft kiss. I kissed back and soon our tongues explored each other. As we kissed, his hands roamed my body, touched my breasts, my stomach, my ass, and thighs. I didn't even say hello. He took his shirt off and I saw the lean mass of muscles and I touched his bare chest. He took my hand and led me to my bed. I told him that I was nervous, that I haven't had sex with a man that...
1.01 The Youth Club: 1.02 Night Recording, Room 223: 1.03 Night Recording, Room 470: 1.04 Training Room, Jenny: 1.05 John, Special Service: 1.06 John, Special Service Testing: 1.07 Lisa and Aron, Therapeutic Session: 1.08 John, Special Service, Preparation: 1.09 John and the Wife: 1.01 The Youth Club: It was a special 'Leaving party' for Hugh. This month he turns eighteen and has to leave the Youth Club at the end of the school year. He was taken into the runaway shelter...
Youth Is Wasted on the Young By Eric Inspired by Dales The twisted stuff TV series # 10 Regina hungered for youth! It was an ache inside her. It nagged at her all her waking hours and haunted her dreams. She was fifty years old! Fifty! Where had her youth went? She wanted it back. She deserved it back. Regina looked in the mirror. She was still beautiful, everyone said she looked like Jaclyn Smith but there were the tell tale sighs of age - the wrinkles around the eyes, the...
113. Wendy, seducer of youth. First a brief description of the lady, she is Wendy a white American, five feet six tall, auburn hair and though she won`t see 21 again she has brown sparkling eyes, an attractive body that she weighs 129lb`s has 34c tits a slim 29inch waist and a delectably smackable 36inch arse, though the odd spank is all that she allows as anal turns her completely off, however she keeps her Jack and Danny waxed and trimmed and instantly ready for use. Her hubby is Trevor and...
Wendy, seducer of youth First a brief description of the lady, she is a white American, five feet six tall, auburn hair, brown sparkling eyes, she weighs an attractive 129lb`s has 34c tits a slim 29inch waist and a delectably smack able 36inch arse, though the odd spank is all that she allows as anal turns her completely off, however she keeps her Jack and Danny waxed and trimmed, Her hubby is Trevor and he works away a fair bit, and though a good man at home and in bed, he`s never quite been...