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Monday, May 31, 1971
My urinary alarm clock went off, but I didn't want to move.
I vaguely recalled that sometime during the night, Grace had climbed under the covers, spooning her naked butt up against me. Then taking my hand, she had pulled it to her breast, settling in to sleep with a contented sigh. Her happiness filled me and I think I sighed too, before falling back to sleep.
But my bladder said it was time to go, and Mother Nature doesn't have much patience. So, rolling out of bed, I stopped by the bathroom before heading out on my run.
The lone soldier, sitting in a rocking chair on the porch was a surprise. After last night's alarm, I had expected to see soldiers everywhere. I guess the security alert was over and they had all gone back to where they came from.
All except one.
The remaining soldier didn't even bother to look at me as I exited the Lodge. He was busily writing away in an old, tattered notebook. His weapon was leaning against the wall behind him.
As I stood watching him for a moment, something about him struck me as familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Finally I gave up and spoke.
"Good morning," I said.
I startled him. He fumbled with his notebook and dozens of pieces of paper fell to the floor, each looked to be crammed with writing. He scrambled to pick them up so I stooped to help him.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't expect anyone to be stirring this early," he said.
"That's okay. I'm just heading out for my morning run," I said. "Trying to get this body back in shape."
"Yes, sir. But I should have heard you coming. I don't know how I missed it," he exclaimed.
"Old Jedi mind-trick," I said sardonically.
I'm sure he had no idea what I meant. The movie wouldn't be out for another six years.
He stopped what he was doing, frozen in place. Only his eyes moved, darting back and forth rapidly. Then he dove for his notebook and scribbled furiously.
Finally, he looked up at me self-consciously and smiled.
"I'm getting discharged on Friday, and can hardly wait," he tried to explain. "I been working on this..." holding up his notebook, " ... the whole time I've been in the Army. Now I'm anxious to get back to California."
"Like that makes any sense," I thought to myself.
"Well, good luck then Private ... ah ... Lucas," I said looking at his name sewn over his shirt pocket.
"Thank you, sir," he said absently as he went back to his furious scribbling.
"I wonder what that was all about?" I thought as I headed off on my run.
As I approached the reception building, I was aware of the general sitting on the porch of the main house next door. When he saw me he waved me over. He stayed seated, without bothering to offer a greeting or anything. I found out later that he felt manners were wasted on teenagers.
"We didn't have the chance to talk again yesterday," he stated.
Since he hadn't asked me anything and he disliked wasted manners, I stood silent waiting for him to continue. I already knew what he wanted.
"So far, Anna and I are the only Government employees who are aware of your gift."
He had left out Penny. But he was thinking CIA and she was FBI. I didn't bother to point out his oversight.
"And I know first-hand what happens when the fucking bureaucrats get involved with anything!" He was remembering the botched Lam Son 719 offensive that had cost his only son his life earlier this year in Viet Nam.
"So, for now, I am not going to say anything about your, er, talent. But my silence has a price, Michael."
He was waiting on a response or a reaction. I already knew what he wanted, so I remained quiet and continued to look at him with an amused expression on my face.
"Don't you want to know what my price is?" he asked, baiting me.
"Maybe you should be asking what MY price is," I told the general.
"Your price?" the general said, surprised.
"Sure! Does Strategic Stabilization plan 2304-7b mean anything to you? The project name was 'Starlight', and the mission was to remove Obote and insert Amin as the new El Presidente."
It was pure reflex for him to look around quickly to see if anyone else had heard. If he had asked, I could have told him that there wasn't anyone else awake within seven hundred and fifty yards. But he didn't ask.
"Okay, how about some Black Ops? Does codename 'Billy-goat' ring a bell?" I asked him.
He didn't get to be a General by popular vote. His face hardly registered the panic I sensed inside of him. I quickly followed with another question.
"Did you guys really give hookers to twelve year olds in exchange for information?"
His eyes narrowed. He was debating going for the gun he had hidden in a basket on the porch beside him. So I squeezed his motor cortex enough to remind him.
"And I can't believe the guys at COINTELPRO actually developed a plan to discredit Reverend Billy Graham."
He just looked at me. His thoughts were now a mixture of anger and fear. Finally, I released the pressure.
"Or we could just discuss VENONA*," I suggested.
"Why you goddamned little puke. I'll..." he spewed.
"You're angry. You don't like the idea of a teenager knowing all your secrets," I told him, moving slowly to give him a chance to work through the anger. I needed him to think clearly about this. Finally, I sensed he was calming down so I continued. "Think about it. I can know the secret thoughts of almost anybody you put me next to," I said. Again I waited for the idea to sink in.
"For example, you could arrange a tour of the United Nations for me while I'm in New York next week," I suggested.
I could sense the gears turning now.
"How close?" he asked suddenly.
"I beg your pardon?" I knew what he wanted. I was stalling while I debated how much to tell him about my range.
"How close do you have to be to read someone's mind?"
"Well, it's not exactly mind reading. I sense your emotions and any thoughts associated with them. If you can get me close enough, and the person has thoughts that have emotions attached, and if they are in English, I can usually sense them," I knew I was telling him a lot about my capabilities, but nothing that Anna didn't already know.
"English?"
"Yeah. It's hard to read what you can't understand," I explained.
"How would you get the information to us?"
"Like this," I thought to him, and then let him feel Mable's thoughts as she made something in the kitchen. " ... if I add two cups of milk I can make this a little smoother. I wonder what the weather is going to be like tomorrow. I wanted to take Ginger to the playground after work if it's pretty. Oh-oh. The biscuits will burn..."
"That was Mable in the kitchen," I said out loud. "I'd guess about a thousand yards?"
"More like seven fifty," he mumbled. The general became lost in thought. The possibilities seemed endless in his mind.
"Sir?" I interrupted him.
"What!" the General snapped.
"The rules," I said.
"Rules? What rules?" he asked, angry at being interrupted.
"My rules, general," I told him.
"Who said you could make the rules?" he asked incredulously.
"Damn! And I thought you had to be SMART to be a General!" I thought to his mind as I once more squeezed his motor cortex.
"All right!" he gasped.
I released my mental grip and he immediately started rubbing the back of his neck. But this time, he held his tongue.
"First, I don't exist. To anybody except you," I told him.
The general just nodded his head.
"Second, information only. No wet ops."
I saw the corner of his mouth twitch at that. Inside he actually smiled at such a ridiculous notion. Then he reconsidered and began to think about the possibilities for an unknown teenage assassin with my particular talents. I decided to interrupt that train of thought before he got too excited.
"Third, I only communicate with Anna or Penny. You guys will have to work out whatever cover story you think best," I explained.
"Fourth, you work around my schedule. I can't miss too much school or the truant officer will be all over my ass," I told him. He didn't smile, but I could sense him relaxing a little as he decided that my demands seemed to be well thought out and fairly reasonable.
"Any more ... ah ... rules?" he asked looking down on me from the porch. His attitude was condescending as well, but I didn't care. We would never be friends. However, he would soon be my son's grandfather.
"Just one more," I said. "I want to be paid for working for you."
"You want money?" he asked incredulously. "But why? You're about to become the wealthiest teenager in America in a few weeks."
I looked him straight in the eye, my voice slow and even.
"I want to be paid in information," I replied. "I want all of the CIA's intel on the bastards that murdered my parents!"
I didn't wait for the general to respond. I turned and started jogging back down the path to the Lodge. I upped my pace as I let the anger I felt when I thought about what the assassins had done, begin to burn itself away with the exercise.
As I jogged, I considered the deal I had just made with the devil. The general didn't trust me. And I knew better than to trust him. But he was a professional when it came to secrets, so I decided that I could depend on him not to accidentally disclose my secret. If he leaked it, he would have a reason to. But he also had to consider the personal risks, to both himself and Anna if he did so intentionally.
In the meantime, it wouldn't hurt me to do a few 'missions' for him. I had sensed the one he had in mind for me next week in Houston, Texas. It involved scanning a crowd for potential threats. If there were any, I would let Anna or Penny know and they would take care of the rest.
I could see that the general was actually doing this as a test. He had some other ideas on how he could use me and he wanted to see how I would handle being in a covert situation. I got the impression he was actually hoping someone at this event would be a threat.
He figured that if there was a threat, they would probably be some angry, misguided, non-professional, who wanted to lash out at someone because of some perceived injustice. And the potential victim, was neither politically or professionally involved in any espionage. Some hotshot (his words) motion picture director from Italy. I would find out more, later, from Agent Lane.
In return, I was to receive information to help me find out who had murdered my parents. I knew that when I had that information, they would die.
By my hands.
And as much as I wanted to believe it was justice driving me, I knew in my heart it was pure vengeance!
They were waiting for me on the porch of the Lodge when I returned from my run.
Grace, Jenny, and Nicky were standing there with Kalani and another young Polynesian woman I did not know.
"See, I told you he would be back soon!" Jenny said leaping off the porch and grabbing me in a hug.
"Thank you so much for rescuing me last night!" she exclaimed as Grace and Nicky reached us. Nicky hugged me too.
"Yes. Thank you for looking out for us!" Nicky added. I just looked at Grace and smiled.
"Michael," Grace said. "Kalani and A'komi are here to prepare you for the ceremony."
"I sure hope the preparations includes breakfast! I'm starved!" I said.
"Oh-oh!" Kalani said with a laugh. "It has been many years since I have done a purification ritual, and I did not consider his appetite!"
I read her, sizing up the situation quickly.
"Why don't we all make a quick trip to the Dining Hall," I suggested. "On the way, you can introduce me to this charming young lady," referring to the Polynesian woman beside her.
"And since we never got around to it last night, you can also tell me all about the ceremony and what to expect. Then we can get started on whatever it is you have to do to me. It shouldn't delay you long. I assure you that I'll be much more cooperative on a full stomach."
Kalani laughed. "I should have thought of it. Jason is the same way!"
Then she introduced me to A'komi, who, it turns out, was related to her. Their grandmothers were sisters.
I pointed out that Jenny and I were related the same way. A'komi understood English fairly well, but did not speak it so well, she told me. I told her there were a lot of Americans who can't speak English as 'good' as she does.
Vickie joined us as we headed to the Dining Hall. We were some of the first guests to arrive, so after going through the line, we pushed a couple of tables together where we could look out over the lake as we sat down to eat. I held Kalani's chair for her, then did the same for A'komi. Grace's class showed as she waited on me to hold her chair as well. Vickie and Jenny had already sat down, but noticed what Grace had done.
"There are not many American customs that I would want for Tapato, but that is one I'd like to see at home," Kalani said, referring to holding a lady's chair.
"The gentlemen don't hold the ladies' chairs for them on Tapato?' Jenny asked.
"Not really. You see, we usually eat our meals sitting on the ground. Sometimes we eat off a small platform called a hiatu. But mostly we hold our dish in our hand and use our fingers," Kalani said.
"It sounds primitive," Vickie said. Then realizing how it sounded, blushed. " I didn't mean..."
Kalani and A'komi both laughed. "I'm sure many of our ways would seem primitive to you."
"But remember, we have almost no crime, no judicial branch of government, and no jails. We share most everything with each other, so we have no classes. My job as Queen is largely ceremonial. Most of our people are born, live their lives, and die, having never traveled further than the shores of Tapato. My family is able to travel because of the royal dowries accumulated over the years. We are invested in both the London and the New York exchanges.
"Who handles your investments?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Mostly mother and I, with occasional guidance from Mikeya's father."
"Remind me to have Catherine look into it and see if maybe Jeff can help them," I thought to Grace.
Grace smiled and nodded.
"Do you travel a lot?" Vickie was asking Kalani.
"Not really. We came here when Mikeya came of age, three years ago, and have been returning every year since. We really do love it here.
"She came of age at fourteen?" Nicky asked.
"On Tapato, a woman is considered of age once she has her menarche," Kalani replied. "It is believed to be a very important and honored milestone in a young girls' life. So it is celebrated both in the family and the village."
"Much of what Catherine and Anna told me about what they have been teaching you about sexual discovery and self-image is pretty common on Tapato. I believe it's why we have so little issue with abuse, or even divorce."
They continued to discuss the differences in the two cultures while I went for seconds on the pancakes. Mable's pancakes were some of the best I'd tasted in either lifetime.
"Michael?" Kalani said to me softly. "It's time."
I looked up at her as I put the last bite in my mouth, nodding once.
"A'komi and I are going to go get the things we need for the ceremony of purification. Would you meet us in the Lodge as soon as you finish?"
"Of course!" I said.
"Don't worry about the trays. We'll see to them," Nicky told them.
"Thank you, Nicky," Kalani said.
After they left, I turned to Vickie, Nicky, and Jenny saying, "She's pretty cool, huh?"
"Oh yes. It was so fascinating to hear about Tapato and their culture. I wish we could go there one day," Nicky said. Jenny was quick to agree.
I just smiled at them. I wasn't ready to tell them yet, but I sensed that Vickie already knew my plans.
"Just think..." I told them, " ... when you get back home and have to write that paper they always make you write the first week of school on 'How I Spent My Summer Vacation' you'll probably be the only ones who can write about having breakfast with a Queen!"
Their mouths dropped open as they realized what had just happened. Then they all started talking excitedly to each other. I took that as my cue to leave, so I headed back to the Lodge.
Kalani and A'komi met me at the door and escorted me to the Lodges' communal bathroom. There was a chair sitting in the middle of the community showers. After seating me, Kalani began to chant in her native language as she knelt before three lit candles, her head bowed. Stepping behind me, A'komi began to strop the straight razor she had been holding. The one with the really wicked-looking handle carved from bone.
When she finished her chant, Kalani retrieved two warm damp towels.
Then they had me lean my head back, placing a warm damp towel on my face. They dropped another warm towel in my lap. After my beard had softened from the damp towel, they lathered my neck and chin. Then A'komi begin to shave me with practiced ease.
I have been shaved with a straight razor several times in my life, and it has always made me nervous. This time was no different. I heard Kalani as she teasingly urged me to relax.
"A'komi has never cut anyone," she told me. Then she laughed as she added, "At least not accidentally!"
"That's good to know," I mused. "But I was just thinking that it's a good thing it's not your mother shaving me," I replied.
"Michael! Really now. She's not that bad!" Kalani scolded, but ruined it by laughing when she did.
"I think he bring Ratu great mus'haatu," A'komi said in her imperfect English.
"Mus'haatu?" I asked.
"Mus'haatu is difficult to translate. I guess the closest words in your language would be 'peaceful soul'," Kalani tried to explain. "You helped her, Michael, to start the journey to a peaceful soul."
I had meant to ask about the Ratu at breakfast, but forgotten with everything else going on.
"So she's better? Does she still hate me?"
"I think you should let her find her peace, then speak with her again," Kalani said.
"Okay," I replied. Then, to change the subject I asked, "How are Mikeya and Ileana this morning?"
"They're excited. And just a little, ah, nervous, I guess you would say. But the purification ritual is about you, so we will not talk of them right now," Kalani told me firmly.
"I cut now," said A'komi holding a strand of my shaggy mane. The style for men these days is long hair, but I actually prefer mine shorter, and told her so.
"A'komi make little?" asking for permission.
I just nodded. Counting the coma, I knew it had been at least two months since Michael's last haircut.
After trimming my hair and shaving my neck with the straight razor, A'komi started stropping it again as Kalani said, "We need you to stand up now, please."
I removed the damp towel from my lap as I stood. They both dropped to their knees in front of me as Kalani reached towards my pubic hair with her scissors.
"What the... !" I jumped back away from the scissors.
"I'm sorry, did I cut you?" Kalani asked, concern that she had hurt me, etched in her eyes...
"What? ... No. You didn't cut me. I just don't understand what you're doing to me!" I think my voice may have squeaked as I replied.
"I'm sorry Michael. It has been a long time since I performed the ritual of purification, and on Tapato, everyone already knows that you must remove all the hair from their, ah, I do not know the words..."
"Genitals? Private parts?" I sputtered.
"Yes. Genitals. This is custom. No?" Kalani asked, obviously confused by my reaction.
No! I wanted to scream!
Epinephrine, which is also known as adrenaline, is a hormone that increases the heart rate, constricts blood vessels, and dilates air passages in preparation of the fight-or-flight response of the sympathetic nervous system. It was flooding my systems now as my natural instincts about having sharp razors anywhere near the family jewels told me to run!
I'm not really sure why I didn't take off like a bat outta hell, but I seemed to be paralyzed for a moment. I tried to relax, but all I could think about was ending up like Gerald! I think that Kalani recognized my fear, because she started talking to me very gently.
"Michael," Kalani said softly. "We're just going to remove the hair. I promise we won't hurt you."
Everyone has fears. Now you know mine. I was so afraid that I was just about to run away, or if necessary, fight.
"But fight for what" I asked myself. "My fears?"
Oh sure, it seems silly now, but for those few moments I was focused solely on me and my fears. But this ritual, and this custom, was not about me. It was about two young ladies from Tapato, who had chosen to bestow on me a great honor. While I was mortified at first, I quickly focused as the Old One had taught me, then taking a deep breath I spoke.
"Today, I am a man of Tapato. Do as you must," I said as I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I sensed Kalani's pride as she heard my words.
Relaxing didn't seem to help me very much though as my plight just went from bad to worse! After trimming and then shaving my genitals, they had me bend over with my hands on the seat of the chair to shave the rest.
"How do I keep getting myself into these situations?" I thought to myself as the feel of the sharp steel so close to my pucker caused a shiver of fear to run through me.
"Because you care enough to help others, Michael," Kalani replied out loud. I turned my head to look back at her as she grinned. Her kind words didn't make it any easier. I was still upset enough not to notice that Kalani had 'overheard' my thoughts.
Finally they led me under the shower to bath me. They started with my hair and I realized that because of the differences in our heights, they could not reach it comfortably. So I quickly knelt in front of them, still under the spray of the shower, my eyes closed so the soap wouldn't get in them.
"Thank you, Michael," Kalani said.
Sensing a furry patch directly in front of me, I stuck out my tongue and swiped it mischievously up the prominent lips.
Kalani froze, her fingers meshed in my hair. I think it was just instinct that caused her to pull my face tightly against her vulva. I licked her again, slowly from bottom to top, and then one last time before turning my mouth away.
A'komi just smiled as Kalani sighed. I could tell she was lost in her own fantasies for the moment.
"I think you will be very ... prechiro la ha nahee ... very good for them, no?" Kalani said softly when she finally spoke.
After washing me completely using only their hands, they rinsed me the same way. Then they gently toweled me dry.
"Michael, I must go now to prepare my daughters," Kalani told me as A'komi stepped away for something.
"A'komi will finish preparing you and then help you dress. From this point on, you must not speak to anyone, until you see me again. And no matter what you see or feel, you must not waste your seed. Do you understand?"
"Kalani, I understand your words. You want me not to speak or to cum. As to why, or what it means, I am clueless."
"It is part of the ritual. As their mother, I have helped prepare your body to take theirs. A'komi will now prepare your spirit to receive them. When we go to the mountain, there will be a ceremony of ... ah... 'Fertility' would be the best translation. I'm sorry if it is not understood. Some of our words and customs do not translate easily for Americans. The ceremony has two parts, a public part, and a private part. You will witness both, but whatever you do, you must not speak to them or touch them during these rituals.
"After the ceremonies are complete, I will lead them to you, and you will be asked if you will receive, er, take them. You will indicate with a nod or shake of your head. Then I will ask you three questions. You may speak at that time, answering as you will. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
She took both of my hands in hers and looked deeply into my eyes as she then made her plea. "Michael, as the queen, I thank you for what you are doing for our small nation. But as their mother, I pray that you will be gentle with them, and take care of them. And when it is time, bring them safely back to me."
I tried to smile reassuringly as I nodded.
Then reaching up, she lifted a necklace from around her neck, and stretching up on her tiptoes, she slowly lowered it over my head. It was a simple leather thong with a pendant. The pendant was an intricate work incorporating a sharks' tooth and two black gems.
"My father was a simple fisherman, and very wise. He made this for me when I was a little girl," Kalani told me with a faraway look in her eyes as she remembered another time. "He said the sharks tooth was to remind me to be ever vigilant, and the two black pearls, to remind me to 'shae mineo trala heene avaydo' ... to hold tightly, and to love deeply."
Picking up the pendant in my fingers, I examined it closer. It was exquisite! So much of the fine detail work not visible with just a glance. I ran my finger lightly over the sharks tooth and felt the small marks, then looked up at Kalani, the question in my expression.
"I should have known you would notice!" she said with a trace of pride. "It's what made me sure you were the one."
"What does it say?" I asked softly.
"It is what my father told me to be ever vigilant for," she said softly as the memories of that time long ago took on a new reality. It was a rare and private thrill that ran through her as she finally understood. She was about to witness the fulfillment of a prophecy.
Finally, she said, " ... it our sign for ... the Pele Solakanali."
I could feel her concern for her daughters and her fervent hope that she really had made the right choice.
"It will be as it was foretold, Kalani. When you return to Tapato, prepare to be a grandmother," I thought silently to her. "Twice!"
She was too surprised at my words to catch the fact that I was also surprised by them. Kalani hugged me, a quick hug, and left.
The next hour was sheer agony! Exquisite ... sensual ... erotic ... agony!
A'komi led me silently to my bedroom and had me lie face down on the bed. Starting with my left foot and leg, she gently massaged me with warm oils. I felt myself getting drowsy from her soft touch and the smell of the scented candles she had lit.
Moving to my arms, she repeated the gentle massage before finally getting to my back. Starting with my buttocks and moving slowly up my back, she continued to rub the warm scented oil into my skin. I was in heaven, my body felt like it was floating. The more she rubbed the oil into my skin, the more sensitive I seemed to become to her touch.
Finally, she reached my neck and then said, "You turn over now," in her soft lilting accent.
I turned over quickly, eager for more of her fantastically gentle touch.
She repeated the pattern she had used on my back, starting with my left foot and leg. I was aware that she was very careful to avoid my groin area, and I consciously willed Little Mike not to respond to the pretty naked Polynesian that was bent over me, with her breasts hanging down perilously close to my fingers at times, or my face as she moved around my body.
I couldn't help it! Despite my best intentions, Little Mike seemed to have other ideas, ignoring my orders not to respond to her now erotic touch. But the more of my skin she covered in the warm scented oil, the more sensitive I became.
She completely covered the front of my body with the warm oil. Everywhere except my crotch. I felt a twinge of regret as her small hands left my body, but breathed a sigh of relief that the torture was over.
Suddenly, I smelled a different scent and opened my eyes. She was pouring oil from a different container now, and rubbing her hands together as she reached for my now rigid cock. Knowing I was not to speak, I raised my hand to touch hers, stopping their approach to my member. Frantically I shook my head side to side. I knew if she touched me there, I would not be able to help myself.
She just smiled at me reassuringly and wrapped her hands around my shaft. The sensation was immediate and cold! And while my cock didn't get any softer, I felt the urge to cum fade away slowly.
Exquisite torture!
I think I dozed off.
A'komi touched me gently on the shoulder. I came awake immediately, looking around the darkened room. I hadn't realized that I had dozed off.
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