Chapter 9
The next day was carefree, idyllic, one of the best I ever experienced.
Di and I slept in, cuddling and loving. After enjoying a late breakfast we spent the rest of day at the pool, swimming, playing, loving, lounging, dozing and talking.
The weather was beautiful, a repeat of the previous day, bright, warm sunshine from a cloudless, robin egg blue sky.
I tested Di as we talked, without her being aware. She passed with flying colors, her intelligence, memory and programming.
While we conversed verbally I read her mind, in depth. It was innocent, clear and brilliant.
She was inherently submissive which my programming only strengthened. She was very smart but totally devoted to me, considering herself, belonging to me. She loved me without reservation, hesitation, or question, as the natural order of things.
Recalling Betty's question from yesterday, I asked Di what she wanted to do in the future. College? Travel? Business?,???.
She was perfectly content to stay right here or anywhere, if it was with me.
College did not hold any interest since that required separation from me and she did not want that. That was fine as she would not need a degree for a job. With Mama and Daddy's inheritance she was wealthy. College could not teach her anything she did not already know or was able to discover on her own. My degree had served me no useful purpose.
We could travel, together. One option was a world cruise. These were luxurious trips, lasting for 3 to 9 months on opulent ships, catering to the passengers every desire. Over the length of the voyage, the ship would visit many ports. There were many trip options with multiple different port of calls. Such a cruise would be educational, cultural enlightening and pleasurable. They were expensive but we could afford it.
I had an idea that would dramatically increase our wealth. The current Powerball lottery was over 1.5 billion dollars. I calculated the winning numbers with a one-time payout, after taxes, state and federal, would amount to around 800 million.
I knew I could influence people but wondered if I influence inanimate objects such as Powerball balls. I was going to try. The next time I went out I was going to buy a two dollar Powerball ticket. I would watch the televised drawing and try to influence the balls as the dropped to match the numbers on my ticket. There were two big questions.
One was, could I influence inanimate objects. I had moved salt and pepper shakers but had not tried anything else.
The second was, could I influence without being in physical proximity of what I wanted to move. Di and I had watched the drawing the night before on the television with no winners.
The next drawing would be in three nights. I planned on practicing telekinesis, the ability to move objects using the power of the mind.
Once I mastered that I was going to practice doing it remotely.
All day long, when not occupied with Di, I practiced. By the middle of the afternoon it was relatively easy to move objects, even heavy ones.
The next exercise I wanted to master was influencing.
I flipped a coin in the air and thought about which side it land on, heads or tails. After repeated tries I was able to make it land on the side I thought about, 100% percent of the time.
My next exercise would wait until after the doctor's visit tomorrow. I planned on placing a bucket with wooden tiles from the scrabble game inside the gate entrance and via the monitor levitate it and tip it over, making a specific lettered tile fall out.
That evening we showered, dressed and went out for pizza at a Papa John's. We took the jeep and Di drove. The pizza, pepperoni stuffed crust, was great. I had a beer and Di a diet coke.
On the way back we detoured to the far side of Eugene, stopping at QuikStop Market, where I purchased a $2 Powerball ticket.
I waited until there was no others in the store before entering and on entry projected static interference on the security cameras so nothing would tape while I was in the store.
Next I took control of the young pimply faced clerk's mind and blocked his memory of me.
Returning home we played a game of chess. I won but Di played exceptional and would have beaten 80% of her opponents. She had never played chess, had not known how. Her expertise came from my implanted knowledge. She had inserted memories of us playing numerous times in the past.
Cuddling on the couch watching TV, we snacked on chocolate chip cookies. Di had milk with hers, coffee for me.
After the KMTR Channel 16 10 pm news I sent her to bed. I would be in later after checking the internet.
I went to the office, poured a nightcap, reviewed the markets and posted my weekly financial blog. I gave notice it would be my last. I checked my email, seeing another message from Libby Walleyer.
She said next month she would be traveling through Eugene heading for Seattle and would like to see me.
I had offered in a previous email, thinking it would not happen, now felt obligated. I was not interested but she was instrumental in the success of my experiment, providing information on Arvang Botanical. I at least owed her a dinner.
A classmate, I remembered Libby as a strange, nerdy, short, thin, petite redhead. She was a three years older, but we were both seniors, graduating that spring.
We had a couple of classes together. Like me, she did not fit into college's social environment. The estrangement was possibly the reason that drew us together in the classes we had together. We became friendly, not close, but more than acquaintances.
She would have liked it to be more but at the time I was in relationship with Tracy. When Tracy dumped me just before graduation, I was in no mood to get involved with anyone else.
After graduation I never heard from her until I sent feelers to get a lead on a botanical supplier.
I responded, telling Libby when she firmed up her schedule to email the details and we would meet over dinner. All the rest of the emails were the usual junk advertisements or spam.
For the next couple of hours I researched the so called 'paranormal'. There is a lot of BS on the web, but by careful shifting, there were nuggets of good, reliable information. The current topic was especially rift with nonsense but I was able to glean some possibly useful ideas, which I would attempt.
I did not come across any reference to high intelligence in association with paranormal abilities. That's not to say there were none but I did not locate any. I would hazard to guess there were very few. I knew the chance of another person in the world possessing an IQ equal to my own was almost nil and certainly not with my abilities.
I closed the computer down and went to the bedroom, where Di was asleep with the light still on.
She was uncovered, naked, curled up in the familiar position she liked to sleep in, on her side with her knees close to her chest, facing the edge of the bed.
At the beside, I stood looking at her, reading her mind as she dreamed, happy, peaceful, content, innocent dreams. I gave her a suggestion to continue sleeping soundly till the morning.
Pulling the covers over her, I went to the bathroom, took a whiz, washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth and cut on the nightlight.
Back in the bedroom I undressed switched off the lights and eased into bed. As I reclined on my back Di subconsciously scooted over her bare behind pressed against my side. With my hand resting on her hip I drifted off to sleep.
Around 6 am, about five hours later, I woke feeling rested and refreshed on the reduced amount of sleep. It seemed since my experiment I did not need as much sleep.
I rose without disturbing Di, got a sweatshirt, sweat pants and house shoes from the closet and went into the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee. While it was making I relieved my bladder in the bathroom off the kitchen and then dressed.
I took my coffee out on the patio to watch the sunrise. It was still predawn dark with the horizon tinging a faint red. The color would grow, intensifying, as the sun edged up behind a bank of clouds. The Channel 16 weatherman had forecast a wet cold front arriving this morning bringing rain, not storms but a slow, light, steady drizzle.
Until then I would enjoy a spectacular color show the sky would put on.
Setting in the morning reverie, no sound but the rustling, soft wind, watching the sunrise, I could sense, then see Di as she slept and could connect with her. No dreams, just a warm, safe glow. I did not delve any deeper although I now knew that I could read her mind, influence and hypnotize her from a distance.
Prior I had thought it required being in the immediate vicinity with a visual.
I decided to run an experiment. I wanted to see if I could connect with Betty. Having visited several times over the years I knew where she lived and the layout of her house.
I concentrated and visualized being in her home, miles away. I was there in the dark interior, seeing light coming from one of the rooms. Moving to the room, I saw Betty lying in bed under the covers. She was a sleep but was tossing about.
