Some of you may be thinking that using my powers for my own gratification is somehow reprehensible. Let me make it clear, I cannot make people do anything they don't want to do. I can only suggest things, send mental pictures, and influence their train of thought. They only do what they do at my suggestion if it is something they want to do anyway. I place the thoughts; they act on it if they wish.
My psychic, 'gift,' was always there, in the background, largely ignored by me, but sometimes managing to surprise me with unexpected twists and turns of new abilities. One day I found a bracelet in the street. It was a, 'charm,' bracelet, with little silver, 'lucky charms,' attached. I was just wondering who it might belong to, when I, 'saw,' a mental picture of the owner. She was a very nice-looking young woman, probably in her mid-twenties.
I looked around but couldn't see anyone who matched my picture of the owner. I was walking along the street thinking I'd have to go to all the bother of going to the police station to hand it in, when I saw the woman who had been in my mind walking towards me. She was walking slowly, looking in the gutter at the side of the road.
'You're looking for this, aren't you?' I said, holding out the bracelet. She was overjoyed, delighted to say the least.
'Yes, thank you, thank you so much, but how did you know it was mine?' She asked.
'Easy, you were walking along, obviously searching for something, and I had just found it a couple of hundred yards further back,' I explained glibly. 'Two and two seemed to add up to all the right numbers for me.' That was my unexpected introduction to psychometry, the ability to receive impressions, or pictures from inanimate objects. I'd never really been aware of it before, but I practiced with it on various things, and as I practiced, I became better at it, and then as usual, I just forgot about it and put it to the back of my mind. I was too engrossed in my painting and the short affair with the young woman whose bracelet I had found. While I got on with my life, my psychic abilities, although ignored by me, grew stronger.
Things may have stayed much the same for the rest of my life, or my powers may have continued to grow slowly over the years, but I'll never know for sure, and I can only speculate. It's something I haven't much time for - idle speculation. I only know that things took a dramatic leap forward just a few days after my twenty-fourth birthday.
'James... James,' the voice called distantly. My head hurt... no... hurt was too ineffectual a term to describe the pain I felt. I managed to open my eyelids - the light lanced into my eyes, searing my brain. I must have called out. A cool, soothing hand touched my brow.
'OK James, we'll get you something for the pain, just bear with me.' A cool sensation in my arm, then nothing.
Over the next few days, I gradually regained consciousness for longer periods. My parents came to visit, and sat with me for long hours, sometimes talking to me, sometimes sitting in the comfortable silence of those who love you and need no words to communicate their love. It was they who told me I had been in a car crash and had head injuries. No other damage, just my head. I had been unconscious for two days, but was now thankfully making a steady recovery.
When I was a bit stronger, the doctors put me through a series of tests and various scans to make sure there was no permanent damage. As far as they could tell, they announced, there was no discernible brain impairment, which was a great relief, especially to my parents. However, I was soon to learn there had been a quantum leap forward in brain enhancement. My gift, powers, whatever you want to call them, soon proved to be much more powerful than previously. Something extraordinary had taken place in my head, and I can only imagine it was due to the injury. I can't explain it any other way, but I soon realised something wonderful had taken place.
The first inkling I had was when I was lying in bed one morning a few days later. There was a pretty nurse, about my own age, in the room with her back turned to me, bending over another patient's bed, tucking in sheets, or whatever nurses do. It doesn't really matter. I knew I was well on the road to recovery because I had started thinking about sex again. Her small, pert bottom drew my attention, and like all red-blooded young males, I imagined what it would feel like, and mentally caressed it.
She stood bolt upright and turned on me angrily. 'How dare you touch me like that,' she spat out. Then, seeing my hands were below the pristine, unwrinkled bed covers, she realised I couldn't have touched her, and immediately became confused. She apologised, red-faced, and embarrassed. 'I'm terribly sorry James,' she said, 'I could have sworn you touched my bottom just now.'
'Not me nurse, not guilty. Mind you, the thought
had
crossed my mind,' I joked. She laughed it off, and carried on with her chores, leaving soon after, but I hardly noticed her leave, I was too busy thinking about psycho kinesis, the ability to touch and move objects and things by mental power alone.
I decided to try an experiment, and I settled on the charge nurse as my guinea pig. She was a bit older than the younger nurse, maybe about thirty, but very attractive in a cool, 'starchy,' sort of way. She was about five foot seven inches tall, and very slender, great legs. She had dark hair, but it was hard to tell just how long it was as she always seemed to wear it pulled back very tightly and pinned up in some way at the back, which made it look shorter. She had very regular features, and lovely smooth, clear skin, blue eyes and full, sensual lips. In short, she was a real beauty, and maybe I had, 'imprinted,' on her like a baby duck when it comes out of its shell. Her face was the first face I saw when I came out of my coma. Very efficient, but very, 'by the book,' and kept the other nurses on their toes, which, I suppose if truth be told, was exactly what she was supposed to do. However, as someone with scant regard for authority, I saw her as a challenge, and so I selected her to be the worthy object of my experiment.
