The Mentalist
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A Loner Mentalist Pt. 02 free porn video
Many thanks to Over_Red for his invaluable input on this part of the story! Hope you enjoy it!
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Jack Watts was startled awake by a noise in the bushes. He looked over and blinked his eyes repeatedly to clear his vision. A deer was grazing nearby and it stalked off as soon as it saw him looking at it. Jack sat up and propped himself up with one arm behind his back. He looked all around. He was in a clearing that had bare dirt, without any grass. A small, wooden cabin, more of a shack really, stood in the lee of some trees not ten yards to his left. A small footpath was worn into the forest floor between the clearing he was in and the front door of the cabin.
The trees swayed gently in the breeze and the late afternoon Sun was starting to turn the horizon pink. As he looked down at his backpack next to him, it all came back to him. Mia and her flunkies had kidnapped him and stuffed him in the trunk of a car. They had driven him here and he had managed to read their minds and find out their greatest fears. When they had stopped, he had managed to utilize all of his fear to take over their minds and make them believe their worst fears had come to life.
Unfortunately, exerting his power like that had left him as incapacitated as if he had suffered a stroke and they had probably left him for dead. He stood up and stretched with a groan. He cast his gaze all around again, but found no sign of the guys, Mia, or any cars. He shouldered his backpack and walked over to the cabin. The windows were covered with a sheen of dust and the door was locked. Seeing no sign of a key, Jack lifted his foot to kick the door open. The door refused cooperation at first, but by the third kick, Jack convinced it to let him in.
Jack searched the cabin for anything that could be of any help. There was nothing but some shoddy furniture and a wood-burning stove. There were some basic tools on a table and a thick layer of dust was over everything. There were no supplies and no phone.
He sighed and left, slamming the door shut behind himself. The cabin belonged to one of the guys that wanted to do him harm, for no other reason than to please Mia, and Jack didn’t care if it burned to the ground. He checked himself for his phone and even looked into his backpack. He didn’t have it. Mia probably did. ‘The bitch,’ he swore. He looked up at the sky and judged that he had, at most, two hours of daylight left. There was only one road, consisting of two parallel wheel tracks, leading to and from the clearing. He hurried down the road, eager to exit the woods before he ran out of light.
In about fifteen minutes, he found himself at the spot where the cabin access road met with the main forest road. He stood at the intersection and huffed in frustration. He had no idea which direction they had been going when they drove him there. He closed his eyes and strove to remember what the turn off had felt like. He remembered that he had been pushed towards his feet when they took the turn. He lay down on the dirt road, on his side like he had been lying inside the trunk, and tried to figure out how he would be jostled if the car was coming from either direction.
He figured out that the car had made a left turn to get onto the cabin access road so he took a right turn onto the main road and walked on. He also mentally worked out that he needed to take a left when he got back to the paved road. The Sun had just about touched the horizon when he exited the trees and got within sight of the road.
A car was driving down the road, going in the direction away from town. Jack didn’t care. He jumped up and waved his arms overhead, yelling for attention. The road and the car were too far away for him to be noticed, so the car drove past. A truck was coming in the opposite direction and it, too, missed Jack. Jack huffed in anger as he ran towards the road, but he soon eased up on the frustration. This much traffic means that someone else will come along soon, he told himself. When he got to the road and looked down it in either direction, he could see cars coming. He smiled hopefully, crossed to the other side of the road and stuck his thumb out.
The fifth car that passed him stopped a short distance away and he hitched a ride with an elderly couple that asked him a million questions during the ten minute ride back into town. They were traveling from afar and didn’t know the town, so he had them just drop him off in the center of town. He thanked them several times for the ride and the couple insisted they exchange phone numbers before parting ways. He gave them his home phone number and then walked towards the school and his car.
When he finally got home, it was well after nine o’clock. He unlocked the door and tossed his backpack on the floor next to it. He sat down on the floor and groaned in relief as he took off his shoes. He was used to walking a lot with his dogs, but not in the dress shoes that he had been wearing that day. ‘Shit,’ he softly swore and went outside to tend to the dogs.
When he came back in with Spot, his mother came out of the living room. ‘If you wanted dinner, you should have called.’
‘Lost my phone,’ he said.
She gave him a look. ‘Are you alright?’
‘Peachy,’ he said. He walked up the stairs to take off his dirt-covered clothes. He took a long shower before heading off to bed. Now that he was safe at home, he considered calling the cops and reporting Mia and her three flunkies. He already knew their names, from his online search of the flagpole photos, but Jack found the whole thing a bit too impersonal for his liking. He wanted to be the one that punished Mia. Especially as he realized he had inadvertently saved her from getting gang raped in the woods.
He decided to keep the cops out of things, for the time being.
When he came to school the next morning, he nearly laughed out loud at the irony that greeted him. Standing alongside the vice principal was a sheriff’s deputy holding the leash of a German shepherd. ‘Mister Watts,’ the vice principal said, ‘we need you to open your locker, please!’
Jack couldn’t help but smile at the request. It became instantly obvious to him that Mia, or her flunkies, had managed to break into his locker and plant something to get him into trouble and thus discredit his claims of kidnapping. He could only hope it was drugs as he looked at the dog. He hadn’t been the one to train the sheriff’s dogs, he only trained dogs for Alpha, but he also trained scent dogs for them and he knew how it was done.
The three men and one dog walked over to his locker, while half the school watched and whispered. Dog Boy seemed to be in trouble. Jack smoothly slid into the pooch’s mind and instilled it with the overwhelming thought that she was supposed to indicate the presence of drugs by being docile and quiet. He opened his locker and the dog sat still on the ground. Shit, Jack thought. There are drugs in my locker.
The deputy rummaged through the locker and pulled out a really big bag of weed. ‘What’s this,’ the vice principal asked in a stern voice.
‘Spice mix for pizza,’ Jack said.
‘Spice mix,’ the vice principal repeated in a voice that made it clear he wasn’t accepting such an explanation. He nodded at the deputy who opened the Ziploc bag and brought it closer to the dog’s nose. The dog took a few deep sniffs and then looked calmly up at her handler’s face. She made no sound whatsoever.
‘Well, it’s not weed,’ the deputy said.
‘Gimme that,’ the vice principal said and grabbed the baggy. He took a sniff and shot the deputy a sardonic look. ‘This is weed.’
‘And how would you know that,’ Jack asked.
‘Don’t you get fresh with me, young man! Deputy Clary, this is clearly marihuana.’
The deputy took a whiff and seemed to agree with him. ‘Dog says it isn’t, though. Can’t confiscate it if the dog gives it the all clear.’ He shrugged apologetically.
Jack
liked seeing the vice principal seething, so he decided to push it. ‘Mix it with ketchup and it tastes like basil and oregano,’ he said, indicating the bag.
‘If that’s all,’ the deputy said and trailed off. The vice principal reluctantly nodded and the man left, leading his dog with him.
Jack held out his hand. The vice principal stared at him with open hostility. ‘I don’t know how that dog missed it, but this is clearly weed and I’m not letting you have it!’
Jack watched the dog leaving and focused on replacing her original training in her canine mind. If she failed to react to another batch of drugs, the deputy could wind up suspecting him. Focused on his task, he lowered his hand and mumbled, ‘I guess we’ll leave it to the lawyers, then.’ He finished with the dog and had to consciously keep himself from flinching and cowering as he realized what he had just said. If the vice principal decided to send the weed to a lab, or have a dog sniff it without him nearby, he was fucked.
Having no real choice in the matter anymore, Jack stared into the vice principal’s glaring eyes. The man brought his best authority figure stare down on Jack, but Jack had been inoculated against any respect for the man by his tolerance of iniquity and rampant bullying that happened on his watch. The vice principal raised the baggy and sealed it before holding it out for Jack to take. Jack took it and kept staring into the man’s eyes.
‘I’ll need to meet with your parents to discuss your recent behavior. You have a mother, I think?’
‘I have a father, too, Mister Vice-man. I’m an adult. All complaints go to me and all disciplinary action will be reviewed by my lawyer.’
The vice principal stared at him with open contempt. At length, he licked his tongue out between his teeth and then turned around without a word. As he walked away, he became aware of all the spying eyes and scattered them with a glare and an admonishment at one student for his pants riding too low on his hips.
Jack put the weed into his bag and examined his locker. There was nothing else planted there and none of his books were missing. He had no idea where Mia had managed to get so much pot, but it told him that she needed to be dealt with immediately. He didn’t have any classes with her that day and he didn’t know her schedule by heart, so he didn’t know where to find her. The bell rang and he went to his first class. He had an exam to take. An exam he hadn’t studied for because he had been abducted and driven off into the woods.
By the time the bell rang, he had done what he could, which wasn’t all that much, and ran out to search the halls for Mia. He looked into every classroom he passed, but didn’t see her anywhere. He was late for his second class, but his mood improved when he saw one of the football jocks in it. He took a seat next to the jock’s and asked him about Mia..
The jock told him Mia had ditched school for the day after first period. It was right around the time the news broke that Jack’s locker had been searched, but that nothing had been taken and he hadn’t gotten arrested. The jock then asked him about drugs, intent on buying some, but Jack ignored him and asked him where Mia lived.
‘Dunno,’ he said, shrugging. ‘She’s always shacked up with one dude, or another.’
‘Which dudes,’ Jack asked. None of the trio he had read yesterday ever had Mia stay with them.
‘Dunno,’ the jock said. ‘Older dudes. To date Mia, you have to have your own ride, your own place and lots of cash. That girl wants her things, ya know what I mean? Huh?’
Jack tuned him out and faced front to think. He spent the rest of the school day asking everyone about where he could find Mia. Most refused to speak with him, but the rest had simply no idea where to find her, once the final bell rang. All they knew was that Mia hung out with older guys that bought her stuff. No one could offer him anything more to go on but her phone number.
He drove home that day with a sense of profound unease in his gut. Mia could be anywhere and she could be plotting anything to get at him. She already demonstrated her ability to seduce grown men into doing him harm and her ability to obtain and plant vast quantities of drugs. He released his dogs from the back yard and had them patrol all around his house. He searched Spot’s memory of the day and learned no one had been to the house in his absence.
His mother returned soon after him and announced she was going out with some friends from work. While she was showering and getting ready, Jack was sitting at his desk, thinking about Mia. His mind was running in circles and he forced himself to quit it. Whatever she was going to do, she was going to do it and he could accomplish nothing by endlessly fretting over it. He needed to relax. He considered the big bag of weed and came to a decision.
He made four big batches of regular brownies and one small batch of special ones. Then he hid the weed where no one would ever find it. John, Rob and Steve still didn’t answer their phones, so he went online and found them playing their favorite shooter game. He invited them over to his house and kept on insisting that they come until they gave in and logged out, one after the other. He didn’t tell them what he had in store for them, just that they would have fun at his place.
Jack’s mother left and he watched TV while he waited for his friends to arrive. They rode their bikes over and arrived within five minutes of each other. As soon as they were all together, Jack had them take a seat in his living room and presented them with the batch of special brownies.
‘Guys, you’ve been through a lot lately,’ he said, ‘so I thought you might like to get high and get all that shit out of your systems.’
The guys eyed the brownies with suspicion. ‘What’s in them,’ Steve asked. His shiner was still visible, but his lip was back to normal size.
‘Pot,’ Jack said.
‘Bullshit,’ Rob said. ‘Where the fuck would you get pot?’
Jack smiled. ‘I have my ways.’
Rob smirked and gave a dismissive chuckle. ‘Don’t think that I believe you for one second that these brownies actually have pot in them.’
Jack shrugged. ‘Suit yourself. But, I’ll tell you one thing. Whether these brownies have pot in them, or not, they’re delicious and I’m gonna eat at least three of them.’ He took a brownie and bit into it, moaning at the creamy richness of the taste.
The guys slowly followed his lead and ate the entire batch. They didn’t feel any different, so Rob said, ‘See? I told you there wasn’t any pot in them.’ He punched Jack in the shoulder. ‘Faker!’
‘I,’ Jack said and stumbled for words as his mouth worked. ‘I thought it was pot. I honestly did!’
‘Well, it wasn’t,’ Rob said in disappointment. Then he frowned. ‘Wait! You thought it was pot? So, you did put something in the brownies? What did you just feed us?’
‘Never mind,’ John said. ‘Let’s, uh, let’s… I dunno, let’s see what’s new on YouPorn!’
The guys agreed and relocated to Jack’s bedroom. They were watching a video of a girl getting mounted by a mastiff, which was making Jack uncomfortable, when the pot finally hit them. At first, they all giggled together and just felt generally high. Rob asked him again where he had gotten the pot and Jack thought of Mia.
Before Jack could answer Rob, he saw a cartoon dog waving to him from the hall. He got up and left his friends behind to go follow the dog. The dog led him down to the living room where a big section of the wall was glowing, as if illuminated by an unseen projector. The dog, now standing on hind legs and sporting a red usher’s uniform, complete with the cutest little cap, indicated Jack should sit on the couch and stare at the wall. Seeing nothing wrong with the suggestion, Jack relaxed in the seat.
The bright screen on the wall counted down from ten and a cartoon started playing. Jack immediately understood it was a cartoon of Mia’s life. ‘Wow,’
he gasped in astonishment.
The cartoon was drawn in bright and cheerful colors, but it began with a woman being kidnapped and repeatedly raped. By the time she was rescued, she was pregnant and later had a baby that she immediately gave up for adoption. That baby was Mia. Jack blinked away his tears and cooed at the tiny angel that was Mia as a baby. Other people cooed over her crib and she was quickly adopted by the Newmans. Jack sighed in relief as Mia played with toys and had two loving parents doting on her. For years, she played and laughed as she learned and grew.
He cried out in alarm when their car was hit by a texting trucker. She was trapped in the wreckage with her dying parents until the fire department rescued her. Her parents didn’t make it and Jack felt as much anguish as she did. He gasped for air and blinked through his tears to be able to see what happened next. Mia learned the hard way that she had been adopted and that the rest of her adopted family didn’t consider her to be a real relative when her grandparents and aunt refused to take her in.
With no one willing to take care of her, she was put in the system and shuffled from one foster home to another. In one of the homes, she was locked in the basement and had to work all day long until the people from the social services came to see why she wasn’t in school. The foster parents claimed she was a bad child that refused to go to school and she screamed in frustration at their lies. The people took her away and labeled her a problematic child. She had hated them for taking her jailors’ word over hers and refused to speak with them.
She then found herself in a fundamentalist home, where she had to pray day in and day out to keep the devil at bay. She stayed with them until she started to grow boobies and the father began to look at her strangely. She ran away and found herself placed in a series of homes where children were only kept for the monthly paycheck. All the foster parents that she came to be with were drunks and junkies. She ran away often and was either put into group homes, or returned to the foster parents for a beating. For most of her childhood, she didn’t have a safe place to call home, or the care of a loving parent.
This slowly, but surely, started leaving a mark on her psyche. Since the people in her life belittled and bullied her every day, she started seeing that as normal behavior and soon adopted it for her own. As she did that, she began to realize that the more she bullied others, the less she got bullied herself. In the space of a few years, she went from being a crying, innocent child to being Mia the Menace. No one bullied her now and she liked it that way.
Jack sighed bitterly. Mia’s upbringing had left her with a false dichotomy in mind. Namely the one that said she was either to bully others, or be bullied herself. He shook his head and flexed his fists in outrage. This had to be stopped. It was no way for a person to go through life. He could now understand that Mia was afraid of everyone around herself and that constant fear is what made her act out at the slightest provocation. Another way, a better way, had to be shown to her. He looked back up at the cartoon on the wall.
The cartoon story of her life had progressed to the point where she was fifteen and looked all grown up. She was uncomfortable with the attention she was getting from everybody, so she deliberately made a ruckus that got her landed in a group home for troubled girls. It was in the next county over so she was enrolled into the high school here, in town.
It had been a fresh start for her and she had resolved to make herself untouchable by everyone around her. She quickly figured out what would get her the top seat in the hierarchy. Older boyfriends.
The cartoon then showed a bunch of men in their early twenties driving her around and paying for all her expenses. None of them made any moves on Mia, because she had convinced them that even touching a girl under the age of eighteen would land them in jail for being pedophiles.
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