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Samantha Garrett yawned and then looked at the clock on the car's dashboard. It read 2:36am. Four more hours to go. How in the hell was she going to stay awake?!? At least there as a full moon lighting up the desert and giving the landscape an eerie blue tint. It was so bright, she hardly needed her headlights to see.
She checked the rearview mirror and saw her 18-year-old daughter Sarah asleep in the back seat. She was nestled up against a garbage bag filled with her clothes, the other rear seat also jammed with her belongings.
Then she glanced over at the sleeping figure in the passenger seat. Brittany, Sarah's best friend since grade school, snoozed fitfully.
It had been Samantha's idea to drive the girls off to college. It was only a couple of long days of driving, and she knew Brittany's mom would have a hard time getting off work to take her herself. The fact that Brittany and Sarah had chosen the same college to attend was a bonus, both for them and for travel to and from school.
So they had filled Samantha's car with their belongings, said their goodbyes to Brittany's mom, and then set off on the long drive. But they had only gotten about 5 hours into the trip before they had car trouble and spent the next 14 hours holed up in a cheap motel, waiting for parts to arrive so the car could be fixed. The delay put them severely behind schedule. And now it was Samantha's shift to drive, the one she volunteered for, to drive them through the night and to get back on schedule. IF that is, she could manage to stay awake. They should reach their destination in the afternoon, allowing the girls to move in early the next day and on time.
Samantha checked herself in the mirror. She thought she looked like hell, but nothing a good night's sleep wouldn't fix. Her black, shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her 44-year-old body was fatigued and crampy from being in the car for so long, but otherwise felt (and looked) good. Samantha was an avid exerciser, but couldn't pick her favorite activity. So she kept herself busy by running, biking and swimming, and then spending most of her summer and fall weekends 'competing' in triathlons. At 5'8" with broad shoulders and large chest, Samantha wasn't the prototypical tri-athlete. But she was not really competitive with the other participants. She considered herself competitive with Father Time, wanting to keep her body tight and toned for as long as she could. Maybe it was vanity, but she honestly liked the way she looked. Her genes gave her the Italian black hair and olive skin, but her commitment to herself had given her a body many men (and maybe some women?) had ogled and fantasized about over the years. It was always great positive reinforcement to her hard work when she caught somebody checking her out at the grocery store -man or woman, old or young, it was ALL good.
Sleeping Sarah in the back seat had inherited most of her mother's physique, just a little taller and with a smaller bust. And as blue as Brittany's eyes were, Sarah's were black as coal, just like her mom.
Brittany, on the passenger side, shifted in her seat and brought her legs up and tucked herself into a little ball with her forehead against the side window. Not for the first time, Samantha admired Brittany's tight little body, with her cute little butt and her pure white midriff. Brittany was small in stature, a perfect cheerleader body, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Though Brittany was popular in high school because of her being Cheerleading Captain, according to Sarah, she had never had a steady boyfriend. Samantha was convinced that would change at college.
Samantha yawned again.
How the hell am I going to stay awake?
Listening to music was no good, that ALWAYS put her to sleep. Talk Radio might do the trick, but that would disturb the girls.
"But, I wonder...," thought Samantha. "Maybe they're dreaming about something interesting. Maybe I'll just take a little peek..."
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Sam rarely used her gift of ESP anymore, there was just no need. She had poked around inside of her husband's mind enough to know he would never cheat on her (even though he had quite a few kinks he had never mentioned out loud to her). And she had a great, honest, and open relationship with her daughter, so there was really no need.
That's not to say she NEVER used her gift. Over Sarah's high school years, Samantha HAD reached into her daughter's mind a few times to make sure she wasn't into anything TOO dangerous. All she had discovered was some heavy petting with various boyfriends (no intercourse) and drinking only a few times (and never when she was driving).
Sam's ESP only worked when her target was asleep, probably something to do with accessing an unconscious versus conscious mind, but that was fine. Sam's little 'trick' also came with the added benefit of being able to place subliminal messages into her target's mind, into their subconscious. That came in especially handy when Sarah was a baby. Samantha was able to 'suggest' to her daughter to sleep through the night. Or to 'sleep deeply' when it was loud outside and she needed to nap.
When Samantha had first discovered her ESP as a teenager during puberty, she had sometimes used it to look into the minds of her family and friends. Her mother never knew how Sam ALWAYS knew what her birthday and Christmas gifts were going to be, no matter how hard she tried to keep it secret. But even from the start, Samantha tried to be respectful of privacy and not dig too deeply. Once, Sam saw her mother's sex dream, in which all participants wore creepy animal masks. That had cured her curiosity for a while.
And Sam had broken off a few friendships over the years, when she discovered how they really felt about her. But she felt like she had helped some people along the way too. In college, one of her roommates had a bad breakup and spiraled into deep depression, drinking heavily and stopped going to class. While her friend slept, Sam reached into her mind and reassured her friend and emphasized that her pain would soon pass. After just a few nights of Samantha's 'therapy,' her friend started to come around and was quickly back to normal.
Sam had used her power on boyfriends (of course), as soon as she started sleeping with them. Though it took her a while to navigate the male psyche, it had given her some valuable insight for her future relationships with men.
And as time passed, she used her power less often. Most of it was her merely maturing and becoming more empathetic and self-confident as a woman, but she never gave it up totally. It was like a muscle that needed working now and then.
Her husband's younger, single (and super attractive) brother, Roger, came to visit them a week before their college road trip. Samantha and Roger had a flirty relationship, always had. After some wine with dinner and more wine playing cards in the dining room afterward, each had gone to bed, Samantha and her husband to their bedroom and Roger on the couch. But Samantha was horny (as well as buzzed) and feeling a bit naughty. Maybe a little eavesdropping on her brother-in-law would satisfy her. First, Samantha reached into her husband's mind to encourage deep sleep (no sense getting caught). Then Samantha quietly got out of bed and walked silently to the living room, wearing only an old t-shirt and her panties. As Roger snored lightly on the couch, Samantha sat in a chair nearby and reached out to his mind:
Samantha: Roger, it's Samantha.
Roger: Hey, Sugar Tits! (Sam sometimes found it to be a relief and at other times disconcerting, when her target's unfiltered subconscious would say things that would never pass their lips if awake.)
Samantha: Did you have fun tonight?
