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Wednesday, June 16, 1971
The sky was overcast, I observed, as I lay in my berth. I had forgotten to close my curtains again. As was my routine these days on waking, I first scanned the train, checking on everyone, then around the train for any signs of danger. Most of the girls were still asleep, except for Jessica, who was busy doing something at her drafting table. Anna, I noted, was in Izzy's room. Evidently, they decided not to bother making up the second berth, because Anna was curled up next to Izzy. Catherine was already up and taking a shower in my bathroom. Karla and Penny were busy in the galley, while Kip was outside, walking the perimeter of the motionless train, scoping out the tactical situation at the lonely siding while stretching his legs.
While I could sense he felt good to be back on solid ground again after two plus weeks on the train, I also sensed his confusion. He had spent the night with both Penny and Karla, pushing the boundaries of his relationship with his sister, as they had shared Penny between them. And while he had not actually engaged in incest with her, it was a close thing. And like most males, he had concerns about where that relationship was headed. He hoped they would tell him soon.
I hadn't thought about it, but except for the two nights in New York, I had been onboard the train for two weeks also. That reminded me that I needed to start running again, now that we were back at Twin Springs. Which reminded me that I needed to talk to Catherine about adding a workout area on the train, replacing the seats in the front part of the Dining Car.
"That sounds like a good idea, Michael," Catherine thought to me from the bathroom. "I agree that the space is poorly used, but until you came along, the train hadn't been used enough to justify the expense."
"Well, good morning, beautiful," I thought to her. I decided that this was just about the happiest I had ever felt Catherine.
"Why, thank you, kind sir," she thought dreamily. "And you may be right. I think this is the best I've felt in a long time."
I smiled as she stepped out of the bathroom to dry herself off. And to tease me a little. I was glad she was feeling more confident in her looks and I threw the covers off to show her Little Mike's unabashed admiration.
When standing, the top of Catherine's head came to my collarbone. However, since I was seated on the edge of my berth, we were almost eye-to-eye.
Taking her hands in mine, I kissed her lightly, then asked, "Would you mind if I tried something the old ones taught me? I don't know that it will work, but it shouldn't hurt."
"I suppose I should ask you what you're going to do to me," Catherine said. "But, right now, I don't really care. I trust you, Michael."
I placed my hands on each side of her face, holding her gently, so she didn't move. Next, I focused on the wrinkles around her right eye, using the same basic technique I had used on Adriana, as I stimulated the nerve and then the skin tissue around the eye, basically healing it to make it healthier. Then I moved to her left eye and repeated the procedure. Both eyes took less than a minute, so I began working on her cheeks, stimulating the muscles that age had allowed to slacken. I became excited as I observed what was happening to her muscles. Concerned that I might go too far, I took baby steps as I gained experience and my skill improved.
After a while, I stopped, removing my hands from her face.
Her eyelids fluttered, as she opened her eyes. "What did you do to my eyes? They feel ... different," Catherine said.
I suggested she go look in the mirror.
I watched her as she stood in front of the mirror affixed to the back of the door. She stared intently at her reflection as her fingertips roamed her face and neck.
"I have friends who have spent small fortunes on plastic surgery for this same thing," Catherine told me while still looking at herself in the mirror. "It took many surgeries, and the results were nowhere near as good. I'll have to have Pricilla pull out the old family albums to be sure, but I believe you've taken fifteen to twenty years or more off of my face."
When she finally turned to face me, I could see what she meant. She stood staring at me now, with neither a frown nor a smile on her face, trying to decide something.
I hate scanning a woman in the throes of making a decision. But I was growing uncomfortable under her gaze. Had I gone too far? After all, I had originally intended just to see if I could heal the wrinkled skin around her eyes. However, it looks like I went a little further than I had planned.
"I'd say you went a great deal further, Michael," she said without changing her expression. "And I'm of two minds about it. I want you to promise me you will not do this to anyone else until I can think it through."
"Of course," I nodded my head in agreement, but I truly did not understand why. I had always thought that all women wanted to look younger.
"Most of us do, Michael. But what you've done has radically altered my appearance. And you did it without consulting me first. I can easily explain away a few minor changes, but this..." she turned back to look at her face in the mirror as she continued, " ... makes me look closer to thirty than fifty. And could create situations where people began to look closer at me, and by association, you."
I realized immediately what she was talking about. I had altered how she looked so drastically that people who knew her couldn't help but notice the change.
"Anna," I thought, "we may have a problem."
"Where are you?" came her thought.
"My room. It's Catherine," I supplied.
"Be right there," she replied. I could detect her growing concern.
Catherine remained silent, studying herself in the mirror while we waited on Anna.
When Anna arrived, she didn't knock; she just opened the stateroom door and walked in. Catherine, standing behind the door, took a quick step back as Anna walked in. "What's going on Michael? And where's Catherine?"
I just nodded my head at Catherine who was standing behind her. Anna turned to look, but stopped as she stared at the young woman looking back at her.
"Catherine?" she exclaimed. "What has happened to you? You look twenty years younger!"
Catherine just looked at me as she arched a single eyebrow. I could feel the 'I-told-you-so' in her expression.
"I thought I would try to repair some of the damage around her eyes. You know, remove a few wrinkles and such. But I may have gone a bit too far," I explained.
"I'll agree that it looks like you went overboard," Anna said. "Just out of curiosity, how long did it take to do all that?"
I looked to Catherine, unsure how to answer Anna's question. When I'm doing it, I tend to lose track of time.
"I'd say less than five minutes, but I didn't actually put a stopwatch on him," Catherine replied.
"You did all that in under five minutes?" Anna responded in disbelief. "I figured you were going to tell me it took most of the night."
I just did my teenage shrug, unsure what to say.
Anna looked from me to Catherine. "What do you think about what he's done to you?" she asked Catherine. "I gotta tell you, you look fantastic for fifty-something."
"As I told Michael, I'm of two very different opinions. Truthfully, my first thought was how to explain what happened without raising eyebrows and drawing unwanted attention to Michael's skills. But other than that, I love it! It makes me actually FEEL younger when I look at myself. I mean I think I look like I did when I was your age," Catherine replied. "Well, my face anyway."
"You've got a point. It is going to be difficult to explain. I mean reactions can be ignored for the most part, and a little creative make-up can be applied if you think it necessary. If you had done it a little more slowly, instead of this big of a change all at once, it would probably have been better. But people who know you well are going to want to know what happened," Anna stated.
"That's my thought as well," Catherine told her.
"Can you undo it, Michael?" Anna asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "I wouldn't know where to start. The healing energy just seems to come naturally once I become focused on old or damaged things like nerves and tissues."
"What about David's tumor? Didn't you destroy that?" Anna asked.
"I didn't so much destroy it as I healed the cells around it. As they became healthier, they destroyed it," I tried to explain.
I could see that Anna understood the concept, but she was at a loss to think of a way I could try to reverse the project.
"Ah, excuse me, but I don't know if I'd want him to reverse it, even if he could," Catherine exclaimed.
"Then we've got to come up with a story that everyone else will buy," Anna said, thinking out loud.
About all we could come up with was that they agreed to think on it.
"I'm sorry, but I have to get packed. Someone from the ranch should be here soon," Anna stated.
"I need to get packed as well. I wonder if Kathy Lynn and Sunny are up yet?" Catherine asked, absently. I could tell she was trying to think of how to explain what I had done to her.
I checked and was surprised to find that they were up and in the Dining Car. I told Catherine that her room was vacant.
"I'm going to get packed," she told me. "Don't worry, Michael. We'll come up with something. If necessary, I'll just tell everyone the truth. I'll tell them that I've been hanging out with my teenaged grandchildren and their friends, too much!"
Catherine laughed at her own little joke as she kissed me on the cheek, before she left. I jumped in the shower and then dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't bother with socks or underwear as I figured I'd be naked again shortly.
I felt Sandy's presence before they actually arrived. Buddy was driving a tractor that was pulling the big wagon the ranch used to transport guests from the reception area to the ranch. Normally this was hitched to a team of mules, but considering the distance, he had decided to use one of the tractors this time. Karla had been instructed not to worry about fixing breakfast, as we would eat when we got to the Dining Hall. But thankfully, she had made a pot of coffee. I sat there with mine as the sleepy girls all made their way in. Pipiti and Vie were chattering excitedly with Abby and Amy, while Deedee and Serkia were getting coffee, trying to wake up.
Jessica slid into the booth beside me. "What should I do with my stuff? It seems like a lot of work to tear down and set back up," she asked.
"We'll send one of the vehicles back for it later. Since we're going to be here for a few days, at least until Monday, it will probably be worth it. Why don't you go scope it out and then decide?" I suggested.
"Okay. But I'm still going to have a few choice words for my father when he comes!" she laughed. Then it hit her that her father and Steve were coming. To the ranch.
I could hear the gears turning. "I think I'll call mom and have dad bring her as well," she said mischievously. "If I tell her I've met the man of my dreams, Daddy won't be able to keep her away."
There was a kind of nervous excitement in the air. For the ones who had been here, it was mostly excitement on returning. But for the newbies, it was mostly nervousness.
I could hear the tractor now as I made my way outside to the platform. I was preparing for Sandy's greeting.
The others all followed, lugging whatever gear they thought they'd need. I had what little I was taking in my toilet kit, along with a change of clothes for the trip back and a light windbreaker.
Sandy was perched on the big tractor beside Buddy, standing on the transaxle and leaning against the fender. When she saw me, she jumped off the tractor dangerously, and ran past it, mounting the steps to the platform in a single leap before throwing herself into my arms, raining kisses on everything she could reach with her lips.
When she stopped to catch a breath, I kissed her tenderly on the lips, opening my heart to her. Sandy pulled her head back with a jerk as she looked into my eyes, then rejoined her lips to mine. "He does! He still loves me! I was so foolish to worry. He still loves me!" she thought.
Buddy, whom I had discovered last time was a man of few words, used two of them on me. "Welcome back," he said as he shook my hand. He was neither warm nor cold. Just very matter-of-fact. He hugged Anna a little more warmly as she introduced her Uncle Buddy to everyone else.
"Ya'll ready?" he asked Anna. Anna quickly took charge, showing everyone where to stow their gear as she herded us onto the wagon for the trip to the ranch.
It turns out the siding was less than a mile down the road from the turnoff to the ranch. Of course, it was still another two miles of private road before we reached the security checkpoint, and then another mile to the reception area. It looked deserted this early in the morning, but Buddy stopped long enough for Sandy to hop off.
"I'll catch up to you later. Probably after lunch. Then you and me have some catching up to do!" she told me as she hopped down. Buddy then headed the tractor and wagon directly for the sign that said to keep your britches on, because you're almost there.
However, when we got to the next sign, the one that said you could remove your clothes, it was Anna who stood and gave the welcome and had everyone remove their clothes. "I wonder why they call it clothing optional if they make you take off your clothes?" I thought briefly as I removed my shorts and t-shirt. It looked like the veterans had thought as I did as I noticed the absence of panties and bras on Nicky, Grace, Vickie, and Penny.
"You're so silly," Anna said as she slapped me playfully on the arm. "We don't make anyone go naked! However, we've noticed that most people feel out of place quickly if they're the only one that's dressed."
I looked around to see if anyone had opted out. Hanna was still sitting there, enduring the teases of the others.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," I thought to her encouragingly.
"Oh, Michael! I don't know what to do. I feel so stupid being the only one dressed. But I just can't get the nerve to do it myself," Hanna said pitifully. I scanned quickly to confirm, then passed my thought to the girls. Hanna secretly wanted to, but her years of upbringing demanded she not do it. She needed to be made to.
Penny leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"No," Hanna told her. "I just finished last week."
"Then give me your shirt," Penny demanded in her best FBI agent voice. Hanna scrambled to obey the scary command from the suddenly serious sounding agent. Her shorts, bra, and panties followed quickly. When the panties slid down her legs, Penny reached to pick them up, then hugged the naked girl as she handed her clothes back to her.
"There, there. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Penny asked. "Believe me, it was hard for me too, the first time. And I was supposed to carry my gun the whole time. Now, let me ask you. Where can you carry a concealed weapon when you're not wearing any clothes?"
They all laughed at Penny's confession as she hugged Hanna for another moment until she felt the tractor began to move. They both sat back down as Vickie and Nicky hugged Hanna from each side.
Turning her head and looking over her shoulder, she mouthed "Thank you," to Penny.
"Michael?" Catherine thought to me. "You do realize you have another submissive personality on your hands, don't you?" I should have seen it earlier, but you know what they say about not being able to see the forest for the trees. I needed some more thought on that one, so I just looked at Catherine across the wagon and shrugged with a wry grin. Catherine laughed. Somehow, my failure to recognize Hanna's submissive streak tickled her.
Buddy dropped us off in front of the Dining Hall telling everyone to leave the bags and he would deliver them to the Lodge. As we mounted the steps, Adriana and Jessica each took an arm as Vickie led the way. "Oh my god! There's other people in there!" Adriana exclaimed. "I don't know if I can do this."
"You'll be fine," I told both of them aloud, trying to be as reassuring as I possibly could. I saw that Ileana and Nicky had surrounded Hanna, while Izzy kept close to Anna. The three sisters acted as if they didn't have a care in the world, and Deedee was actually trying to calm down an excited Abby. Little Sunny walked happily between Catherine and Grace holding their hands, as Kathy Lynn trailed behind. I knew from scanning her earlier, that nudity was not a big deal to Kathy Lynn. Evidently, she had been exposed to it frequently at the commune. The funniest thing was Kip. While Karla and Penny carried their shoulder holsters with the guns inside them in their hand, Kip was wearing his.
We immediately joined the serving line for breakfast. It occurred to me that it might be easier to just have an open buffet, instead of having to have employees to serve everyone. I knew that would become more common in a decade or two. I'd run it by Sandy and Anna soon.
Eating breakfast with everyone at the same table, albeit a long table, felt good. Seated at one end, I'll also admit that it was a tasty treat for the eyes to watch the seventeen pairs of assorted breasts, wiggle and jiggle as the girls talked and teased each other. Of course, that didn't include Sunny. "Or should I have counted hers too?" I asked myself. "After all, they are breasts, even if they haven't developed yet."
I knew that my libido would calm down in a day or so, but the first twenty-four hours at a nudist camp were always the toughest on Little Mike. I couldn't seem to make him calm down. Fortunately, I was seated with my napkin over my lap, as I surveyed the wondrous sight. The conversation eventually got around to how young Catherine was looking, as she endured some good-natured teasing without anyone guessing the truth.
"Maybe it's not as extreme as we thought," Anna thought to me.
"I don't know. The big test will come when the rest of our family arrives," I thought back.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it, so quit worrying and let me ask you another question," Catherine stated. "Can you do for my eyes what you did for my skin? I seem to be having trouble reading things lately. My optometrist said that it was common with age, just like wrinkles."
"Hold very still," I told her as I focused on her now. She was seated about five people down the table from where I sat at one end. Anna was just past her, on the other side. "Wanna watch?" I asked Anna as I began to explore Catherine's eyes. Anna became excited as I delved into the structure behind her eyelids.
"What's that flashing?" Anna asked.
"I think it's when she blinks," I replied. Then to Catherine, "Can you close your eyes for a moment?"
She did, and the flashing stopped. Anna began pointing things out about the eyeball, so I asked where I should focus my healing energy. "Can you just sort of bathe the whole eye and watch to see which areas are responding?" Anna asked.
"Good idea," I told Anna. Then to Catherine, I said, "Be sure to tell us if you feel even the slightest discomfort."
"Okay, Michael," Catherine thought.
The human eye is a fascinating invention, and I became enthralled as Anna described the various parts we were seeing. "Aging affects the eye in many ways," she said. "There are all sorts of diseases, disorders, and age-related changes that can affect the eyes. As we age, most of these anatomic and physiologic processes follow a gradual decline, with the quality of vision worsening gradually. The exception would be diseases that would cause the vision to fail more rapidly."
"Can you tell if there are any diseases here?" I asked.
"I'm not an ophthalmologist, but my assumption would be that we'll know the moment you began to bathe it in that healing light you use," Anna speculated. "However, I do know that reduction in size of the pupil and loss of focus, which is called presbyopia, seems to be the most functionally important changes associated with aging, so let's focus on those two this time."
I focused on the pupil since that was the easiest for me to discern, and began bathing it in the now familiar golden light of healing energy.
"The size or area of the pupil governs the amount of light that can reach the retina. As we age, the extent to which the pupil can dilate decreases, leading to a substantial decrease in light received at the retina. You could compare it to Catherine wearing medium-density sunglasses all the time. Therefore, for any visually detailed tasks, Catherine would require more light than I would," Anna explained, "and I, in turn, would require more light than your sixteen year old eyes would need."
"I'm sensing I have done what I can here," I told Anna. "Is there anything else I should focus on?"
"Well, if I remember correctly, there's a white ring that develops on the periphery of the cornea. I think it's called the arcus senilis," Anna said. "Aging causes laxity and downward shift of eyelid tissues and atrophy of the orbital fat. These changes contribute to the etiology of several eyelid disorders such as ectropion, entropion, dermatochalasis, and ptosis. The vitreous gel undergoes liquefaction, which is technically called posterior vitreous detachment or PVD, and its opacities — visible as floaters — gradually increase in number. So try to see if you can heal the cornea, and then we'll look at her eye lids."
"Ten-four, good buddy," I told her as I proceeded to do as she requested. I didn't understand half of what she just said. It could have been Haitian or Tapatoan for all I know. "It didn't take as long to do it as it had taken Anna to explain it to me," I realized.
"Cut out the commentary and just focus on her eye lid," Anna instructed with a grin. So I complied.
"What else?" I asked.
"I think that's enough on that eye. Why don't you repeat the same things on Catherine's other eye?" Anna directed.
"Oh-key-doe-key," I told her, as I began to repeat the same procedure on Catherine's other eye. Now that I had done it once, the second time didn't take long at all.
"You can open your eyes now," I thought to Catherine. I opened mine at the same time.
I had been so focused, I had failed to realize how quiet it had become at the table. Everyone was looking from Catherine to me, and back to Catherine, waiting to find out if what I had done had worked. Nicky jumped up to get her grandmother a tissue, but ended up with a handful of napkins as Catherine blinked rapidly several times in succession.
"Thank you, dear," she told Nicky as she dabbed the corners of her eyes with the napkin. Then she slowly scanned the room, before settling on a bulletin board behind the serving line.
"Sponsored by the Southwest Colorado Cattlemen's Association," she read aloud. It was the fine print at the bottom of the poster advertising an upcoming rodeo.
"That's incredible," Anna told her, breaking the fragile silence. "I can't even read that from here."
The girls all broke into spontaneous applause, clapping and cheering for Catherine. It was Izzy who put it all together first.
"YOU'RE the one that made her look younger, too!" she exclaimed as she rose to her feet and placing her hands on the table, leaned forward so she could see my face. Her voluptuous breasts swinging freely were truly delighting MY visual senses.
"See? I told you I had done hired me one heck of a smart lady lawyer," I said in a stage whisper to Ileana and Jessica sitting beside me.
The table erupted as they all tried to talk at once. "I wonder if they all understand what the rest are saying?" I thought to myself, as I waited them out.
Finally, looking around at the other diners who were all watching the group of boisterous girls, I decided that this may not be the best place to discuss what had happened. My chair made a loud screech as I shoved back. Then rising with coffee cup in hand, I said, "If you want to discuss this, we should probably head for the Lodge."
They had become quiet at the sound of my chair, and then looked around to see the other diners watching us.
"I think Michael is right. Why don't we show everyone where they'll be sleeping," Catherine told them.
With empty coffee cup in hand, I headed for the kitchen to give my regards to Mabel, the cook. And hopefully talk her out of another cup of coffee, and a fresh biscuit.
Mabel was glad to see me, and did, in fact have a fresh biscuit with homemade blackberry jam. She also scrounged up a large plastic coffee cup, which she filled with fresh hot coffee.
"You's can take that there cup with ya, Michael," Mabel said with a mischievous grin, "on the condition you brings it back yore self, when I ain't so busy!"
"As good looking as you are, Mabel, I'm sure you're busy all the time," I teased her back. Two weeks ago, Mabel had confessed that she wanted to hitch me up with her daughter, but only if I wouldn't marry her.
"Why, don't you be spreading stories, boy. You ain't so big as I can't take you across my knee, ya hear?" Mabel said with a laugh.
"Oh-o-o, and kinky too!" I laughed. "I most certainly will have to bring this mug back myself."
"Momma! Cut that out," her nineteen year old daughter scolded playfully, as she came for another pan of sausage for the serving line. "... 'sides, you're more than twice his age!"
"Well, if'n I ain't ever gonna be a grandma, maybe I'll just become a momma again," Mabel told her daughter. Her daughter just rolled her eyes at her as she got the full pan of sausages from the warmer and headed back to the serving line. "We're almost out of gravy, too," she called out as she went out the swinging door. This was not a new conversation they were having, I concluded.
Mabel immediately got busy making some more gravy, so I took that as my cue to depart. I stopped at the swinging door and turned to look at her. Mabel saw me looking and said, "She really is a smart one, and you's really couldn't do much better than her."
I shouldn't have scanned her. I shouldn't have gotten involved. But I did. Serves me right.
Mabel's only daughter, Shelly, was nineteen and had graduated high school last year, but had been unable to get a scholarship to college. She would love to study finance, but she had been rejected at every college she had applied to; mostly because she was female, but partly because she was black. I was aware that that policy wouldn't last out the decade and her scholarship opportunities in the future would be better, but she was having a hard time dealing with the twin prejudices right now. She was working in the kitchen as well as a part-time maid during the week, trying to save enough to pay her way.
"I know. Thanks for the coffee and biscuit," I told her as I headed out the door and up the hill to the Lodge.
"It's time to get the Foundation to work," I thought as I scanned for Nicky and Amy.
After the veterans had shown the rookies where to stow their gear, and where the communal bathrooms were, they began to filter back to the great room in the center of Wagner Lodge.
"If we had thought about it, we'd have done like Michael and not brought so much," Izzy was saying.
"Yeah, why didn't you tell us?" Deedee asked.
"Would you have listened to me?" I asked back as I shrugged.
When she didn't answer me, I said, "So you see why I didn't bother. Sometimes, experience really is the best teacher."
"How come it's called the Wagner Lodge? Do you own it too?" Abby asked.
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