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Friday, 5 January 2018


A Story by Queenliz…I see my door opens, and my roommate walks through uninvited.
“Hey dorky boy, I have a girl coming over tonight, so I need you to make yourself scarce.” Frustration fills me instantly, at the way he constantly calls me dork and my inability to affect myself, and I act before thinking. I switch on his intimidation, noting that it requires some effort to do so, and raise my voice as I talk to him. “I’ve told you, I’m a geek, not a dork. Get it right for once!” “O-Okay. Sorry,” Dennis says, his voice slightly quavering, and I feel guilty for manipulating him like this, but if he would only listen… “You’re a geek, I-I get it.” He looks at me a little queerly, and then seems to get his confidence back, as I feel the switch I created move back. “Anyway, think you can do something else tonight?” For a moment I am tempted to stay and screw things up for him, but the thought of Tina recalls me to my other plans. “Yeah, I’ve got plans with Tina tonight anyway.” I try to reply off- handedly.
“Wait, Tina? Richard’s Tina? So the rumour about you making him wet himself is true?” Dennis’s intimidation switch moves a little on its own, and I can’t help but smile. Despite that, I try to act innocent. “I dunno about that,” I hedge. “Tina said she needed help with Prof. Jane’s class, and I said I would.” “Does Richard know?” “Do I care?” I retort, surprised by my own confidence. Dennis lets out a loud guffaw, before slapping me on the back. “You really are a geek, and not a dork,” he says as he leaves my room. The drive to Tina’s house is a short one, and I note that I am still a couple minutes early. Doubt about whether she is really playing on my insecurities or not start to assail me, and I wonder if I am doing the right thing. I resolve to not use my ability, unless I find out otherwise. Walking up to her door, I go ahead and knock. An older woman, probably in her early forties answers the door, and I immediately think I have the wrong place. “Yes?” She asks, and the voice sounds slightly familiar. “Um,” I say uncertainly, “I’m here to see Tina?” “Oh, you must be the tutor Tina told me about. Come in.” I am able to see the similarities in this older woman and Tina, now that I look at her. They both have the same hair colour(though don't know maybe to call it brunette), and slim waists, as well as a few similar facial features. “I’m Tina’s mom, Nancy. She just got back from work, and is changing. Why don’t you wait in here, and I’ll let her know you’re here.”
Despite myself, I can’t help but admire Nancy’s small rear as she ascends the stairs. For a moment I consider using my abilities on her, but decide I can always do that later. Tonight I am focused on Tina.“She’ll be ready in a few more minutes; can I get you anything to drink?” Suddenly it dawns on me that if Nancy is home, it will make it difficult to do what I want with Tina. I create a few switches in her mind, and hope she doesn’t travel outside of fifty feet from me. I’m not sure if the switch has to be within eyesight or not, but I guess I’ll find out. I hadn’t planned on Tina still living at home. This only confirms that Tina is only using me. Why else make sure to have this tutoring session where her mother is around? I realise that Nancy is still waiting for me to answer. “Whatever you have will be fine,” I stated, moving a switch in her that makes her accept me. It is only a small switch, and barely moves, as it is already mostly flipped on its own. She returns a moment later with some Sprite and a smile. I notice she has the same Hazel eyes as Tina. She really is attractive for her age, I decide. “Sorry to make you wait,” I hear Tina’s soft voice at the stairs, and turn to look at her. Her hair is still wet from getting out of the shower, but she seems to have redone her makeup, and her
clothes are tight fitting, without being too revealing. She has a sweet innocent looking smile that I have seen many times before. My doubts about her intentions lessen even more, and I start making switches in her immediately.
To Be Continued…

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