Post by willc453 on Jan 10, 2021 11:03:15 GMT -6
The Affected: Xray
Chapter 1
Hello everyone, after watching some Youtube videos, hearing about and then reading some of the stories by those I call mutated, thought I'd post mine....anonymously of course. To begin with, we we were actually on the same flight as Dancing Wind, though I have no interest in biology other than the male/female thing you understand. And beer, let us not forget beer. I remember her because she was a kind of snooty b*tch when I tried making conversation with her once I heard she was going to another college. She tells me to crawl back under my rock?! Figured she had to be gay turning me down like she did. Then of course, there's that video of her floating in the air later on. Some buds and I were headed for D.C. for our spring break instead of Florida because none of us had any real cash and besides, my grandparents were away for a couple of weeks and offered me their place while school was out. I was sleeping when mutated, but had no headaches or anything like that. Well, D.C. was a dud with no money and of course, the grandparents are cheap b*stards and wouldn't give me any, saying I should of gotten a job and saved my money if I wanted “spending money”. I mean, who uses the expression “spending money” these days? Like I'm some 10 year old kid with an allowance? I figure my parents owed it to me to put me thru college, otherwise how do I get a good paying job? Oh yeah, my name is Tobias, but everybody calls me Tobey. I was looking at the stewardess as she walked towards me and for a cougar who was around 35, still well built and wondered how she'd look naked in bed just before I drifted off to sleep on our flight. As I said earlier, never had the headache, etc. as reported by others. Instead, the day after our return flight, had a bad nightmare in which I started seeing thru everything as in me suddenly being in the air/outside of the plane and then falling thru the air! I'd wake up just before I went splat against the ground only to find myself back in the plane, it disappearing, etc. over and over again. The teachers in school, among others, thought I was hung over as normal.
When I got back to school, things were tight money wise…as in only having $50 that was to last me 2 weeks. I mean how could I survive on less than $100 a week? You know, places to see, beer to drink, women to meet and of course, none of them (women) are cheap, so I decided to invest in what I had in a “friendly” poker game several days after returning to school. Figured what the hell, $30 wasn’t that much and if I lost, hello Ramen noodles for the next 2 weeks. Was down to my last $5 and thinking of tossing in my cards when I got really dizzy that lasted for about 10 seconds. I was trying to “read” the other players, you know, trying to figure out who was bluffing and who wasn’t. There were 5 of us in that game and as I looked the guys over, realized I could see their cards! I mean at first, I thought they were being nice, you know, showing me their hands so I’d get out and save the $5 for Ramen noodles kind of thing. But then realized 2 things: several had 2 pair, one guy had a 3 of a kind, another had nothing and all I had was a pair of deuces. But when I looked at the deck, I could see the next 2 cards were 2 more deuces and if I stayed in, I could toss in 3 of my cards and get 4 of a kind! Truth-fully, I thought someone had spiked my beer, but shock of shocks when I won that hand for $48! After that, I kept looking at what I had vs what they were showing. Walked away with a little over $500 that night.
Paid off some debts afterwards and of course, went out to party….with something new added. Was looking at a lot of the chicks and wondering what they’d look like naked in bed and suddenly seeing them without any clothes on! As in NO panties, bra's, etc. You know what’s really scary? Looking at what you thought was a good looking chick and SEEING IT’S A GUY!? Some things once seen, can NOT be unseen. All I could figure was whatever someone had spiked my beer with, I wanted more of it, but who did it and what did they use? I knew I wasn’t hallucinating because I was $500 ahead. Then I saw her….Raquel Gwendolyn Lake, a woman I’ve been wanting to score on since first seeing her. She has the most magnificent set of Grand Tetons in the world, but of course we lived in 2 separate worlds as her family has money which meant she was the star football hero’s girl. Now redheads aren’t normally well endowed, but from what I could see they were all natural, no artificial flavoring added if you know what I mean. And she was a NATURAL redhead with hair just past her shoulder blades. I was thinking, God, what I wouldn’t do to just have 5 seconds of playing motorboat with my nose buried between them. Of course, the only way that would happen if she had a really bad fall and I was there to cushion her body from harm of course.
Then she stumbled and actually fell against me and both of us went falling to the floor with my nose buried......well, you know where. I actually got about 20 seconds of mental ecstasy before she realized what I was doing/had happened to her, then she let out a screech for Larry, her boyfriend. I, being a gentleman, did my best to help her up and since the most outstanding 2 parts of her would give me the most leverage in helping her up…. Which followed more screeching on her part and here comes Larry, her boyfriend. He always reminded me of that old song about the guy who was big as they could be, but dumber than a horse. And English isn’t his native language either….he’s from Brooklyn and uses words like youse instead of you. Not that I was interested in semantics at the time, because he had his 20 pound sized hands out towards me and I knew it was not to shake my hand for saving his girlfriend from a bad fall. So I turned and ran for the door, shouting to everyone in my way (it was a crowded party scene) make way, make way and suddenly it was like I was Moses parting the Red Sea, except in this case, suddenly there was a 10 foot wide space in front of me all the way to the door, 15 feet away! I’m running for my life (and especially for my crotch because Larry the Neanderthal said he was going to rip it off!) and realized unless people got behind me, Larry was going to catch me. But when I looked back for a second or two, people are being pulled into the space I had just left! Didn’t know how it was happening, but I was grateful and thinking maybe God had plans for me which didn’t include being yanked into different shapes/forms like some piece of Silly Putty by Larry from Brooklyn. But then the door to the home opened and there’s THREE of Larry’s fellow Neanderthals and of course, Larry shouts stop him! I had nothing to lose but to try and force myself past them, not that I thought it would do any good because among the 3 of them, there must have been at least half a ton of human flesh. Then I screamed get out of my way and it was like they were hit by Bigby’s Fist, a old Dungeons and Dragons magic users spell I remembered from when I was in elementary school! And when I say hit, I mean they got knocked out of the doorway and into the front yard by at least 20 feet! Now in the movies, this is where I slide across the hood of my Lamborghini, jump into the drivers seat, start the car and while zooming off down the street, flip my chasers the bird. In reality, it was me jumping on my 10 speed and peddling like hell down the street, going down a bunch of side streets.
Of course Larry being Larry, he’s not a mental giant and had pretty much forgotten what had happened within a day or two. And then there were the fellows who wanted a rematch of a “friendly poker game”. I said okay, but then made sure I got the same brand of beer as before and started thinking about seeing their hands….and once again, I could not only see what they had, but after concentrating, could actually see the next dozen or so cards in the deck waiting to be dealt! Thing is, I actually saw Bob palm a card while dealing!! Then Justin dealing the 2nd card in the deck instead of the one on top of the deck. So much for a “friendly” game. It didn’t help them because since when I knew they had better hands, I just dropped out till they stopped cheating or I had a better hand naturally dealt. Then proceeded to clean house. Barry wanted to borrow $2,000 because he said he felt a lucky streak coming on….yeah, right. He put his Harley (worth at least 10K) up as collateral and I had everyone wait until he had gotten the title and keys from his room, with him signing it right in front of everyone. You know Harley’s are chick magnets? Well, kind of, sort of. Of course, it helps if you have money to go along with the bike image. Left Barry almost crying about losing his bike. Of course, then had to deal with getting it registered, insured, etc. Not a problem with my “friendly” poker winnings.
Thing is, about 2-3 weeks after being back, kept hearing about people being mutated and that got me to thinking what if I was one of those mutated? I quickly realized that I had xray vision, but didn’t know or understand that I had telekinesis until I almost dropped my beer in our dorm room which surprised the 3 of us because of what happened. I went to reach for it, but my fingers bumped the beer (and it was the last one too!) and it went to falling off the table and I mentally screamed nnnoooo because I didn’t want to have to make a beer run before finishing up a class assignment when the beer can not only stopped in mid air, but what beer that had spilled out was also just floating in mid air!? Who said there’s no use in crying over spilt beer? That no longer applies to me because I concentrated and got the spilt beer back into the can! Of course, Windy and Marbles were there when it happened and they confessed they had also been mutated! The reason they hadn’t said anything to me because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings due to the fact they had changed somehow, while apparently I hadn’t. Which got the 3 of us to thinking: Las Vegas. However before we could leave, we started to practice our abilities, which we did WAY from anyone possibly even seeing us. When I discovered I also had telekinesis, it came in VERY handy later on. As to what happened in Las Vegas, it was very interesting and that’s when we realized we didn’t need a college education. The world was going to be our oyster and believe me, we were going to shuck a lot of oysters. Which we have.
Now we had just turned 21 and were going to go to a casino in New Jersey, but if you're going to gamble, do it right....as in Las Vegas. Besides there's more casinos in Las Vegas and frankly, the Jersey casinos look kind of dumpy. Now I told Windy and Marbles about my other ability, that is, xray vision, they were stunned when I read every card they held up or tried covering with their hands. I had done about a dozen or so “friendly” poker games around school by now, so had a stash of money for our trip, Windy was going to provide the wheels with me and and Marbles paying for the gas. Thing is, he was almost broke and ended up selling his mountain bicycle for $300, though originally it had cost him almost $1,500 which I bought and later on, sold back to him for $300. Took us several days driving to get to Las Vegas and things were going great until Windy's car engine blew?! To make things worse, we were out in the middle of no where and NO traffic at that time of night. So we settled in the car in an attempt to sleep until (we hoped) that someone would see the cars flashers going off and on and give us a ride into the nearest town. We never realized how cold it gets in the desert and of course, we only had a couple of blankets and pillows not thinking of being prepared for something like this. We weren't quite freezing, but we were sure as hell were cold and after a couple of hours in the car, we got out to move around and warm up....and still no traffic except for a couple of semi's which didn't stop. That's when Marbles asks me how much weight could I move with my ability and told him I had no idea. He then asks if maybe the two of us could move the car using our abilities and I said no way at first, but got to thinking about it. Yeah, I didn't think long about it because it was d*mn cold out there in the desert because we could see our breaths in or outside of the car.
Bottom line was Marbles put the car in neutral and was going to steer, with me and Windy using our abilities. Instead of pushing the car forward, I pulled it forward, while Windy pushed the car from behind. We hit 120 mph rather quickly when Marbles said to slow it down because at this speed if we roll, we're going to be killed. Thing is, Windy and I WEREN'T using our full abilities! Well, that warning came a little too late as we passed a Nevada Highway Patrol car sitting off to one side on a dirt road with his lights off, which were quickly turned on and chasing us. Now Windy's car was slowing down but last thing we wanted was this cop pulling us over, so I rolled down the window, stuck my head out and then hit his cars radiator with some force. Not only did I smash its radiator with steam going everywhere, but the hood popped up, obscuring the cops vision. We then picked up our speed so we were doing 70, leaving the cop behind. Good thing was he never had a chance to get Windy's license plate.
Get to Las Vegas, renting a Motel 6 room for the 3 of us and then after taking showers, we crashed for a few hours enjoying the rooms air conditioning set at max. We were just not used to the dry summer heat there. First place we hit was Bally's, with me playing poker for just under 6 hours, wining just under 9 grand. As for Windy, gave him a few bucks as he wanted to try using his ability on the craps tables. He won just over 6K, with Marbles hitting the roulette table, with him wining just over 5K. Oh yeah...the 3 Amigo's were cleaning up! Now Windy's ability was wind as in making it as soft or as hard as possible, so it was no problem getting the dice to land where and what way he wanted to. And yes, he'd been to a couple of “friendly” crap games at our school before they discovered my ability. As to Marbles, he can create and control marbles or balls from bb size to up to 3 feet just out of dust or a roads surface. Not only that, he can create THOUSANDS of smaller ones which comes in REAL handy when you're being chased by some people. Not only that, he could actually have them stack on top of each other and melt or deflate them a little bit so they become a rock solid wall or a ramp. And it doesn't matter if the chaser(s) is on foot or in a car. So controlling that marble on the roulette wheel was no problem for him.
With us wining so much, the casino TRIED busting our balls in asking for I.D.'s as in making sure we were at least 21. Thing is, if we hadn't been 21, they'd of taken all our winnings since we couldn't legally gamble in any casino. Not that they asked for I.D. when we first started gambling. We cashed our chips at different cashier cages because we heard anything cashed in over 5 grand, the IRS is informed which means taxes have to be paid on it. Screw that...IRS didn't front us any money to gamble with, so why the hell should it get any of it? Hit the buffet at Bally's, then to Circus Circus, this time getting almost 30K (total) which did attract attention from some unsavory types who THOUGHT the 2 of them would relieve us of our hard earned cash. Now Marbles was the one telling us we were being followed, so we went down an alley between a couple of casinos, then ducked to hide behind a dumpster. Yep, those 2 came running past us in their attempt to catch up with us. Marbles created a bunch of small marbles under their feet, with Windy lifting them up into the air, at which point I smashed them into a wall and we took everything they had, including clothing. They had just $123 total between the two of them, with us dumping everything we didn't want into the dumpster we had hid behind. Oh yeah...it was so nice to hear some of their bones being broken as their bodies hit the wall. Trying to rob some poor, struggling college students would they? Schmucks.
At the Atlantis casino, played for about 9 hours, with me getting just a little over 28K playing blackjack, while the others also cleaned up with their specialties. Of course, the casino comped us a really nice place, including our supper, then breakfast, both of which we used room service. As for the room service guy, we tipped him $20 (total), though we declined his offer of the company of several fine ladies he knew. We had thought about going to the Bunny Ranch, a famous Nevada brothel, but that was about an hour or two drive from Las Vegas and who knew what those ladies would charge? As it was, we didn't need to have even bothered because we found 3 ladies who found us “fascinating” and stayed with us until we left Las Vegas. Of course, we bought them some odds and ends which made us even more “fascinating”. So no matter which way a guy will go, he WILL have to pay for it in the end. Next day it was us going to the Bellagio craps, poker, 21 and roulette tables which took me a little bit longer in learning to control my ability to a finer point. Of course, we didn't spend all our time at one casino as we didn't want to become noticed, but having the casinos thinking we were just on a streak of good luck. We spent 4 days in Las Vegas, where between 21, poker, crap and roulette tables, I won just over $45,000 and the other 2 basically getting the same amount. Thing is, we started getting looks from some of the casino people and that's when I told them I was leaving and why. They didn't like this at all and wanted to keep making money, but when I told them about those looks we were getting they understood, remembering those 2 thugs earlier.
But it's strange how things turn out in regards to those who got mutated. Reading different peoples stories and you may notice we seem attracted to each other. There's me, Windy & Marbles, then there's Dancing Wind who met that lady doctor who makes you tell the truth and from them, they have their first encounter with Ben who can teleport himself anywhere. Though to be honest, I think he's full if it. I mean, come on....alien beings, a spaceship in Area 51 along with time travel and other dimensions? Well, there's a lot of people who came to Las Vegas to drive their expensive cars, but leaving on $250,000 buses aka Greyhound. I ended up not buying a car, but a used class A motorhome. Why that instead of a car? It'd save me money on a motel room when we hit another town, in this case, Reno. But I was smart in paying a guy $300 to check out several motorhomes I was interested in. While it cost me $1,200 for him to check the first 4 motorhomes out, I actually saved a ton of money in not buying the first 3 that looked great, but were mechanical disasters. Then spent more money buying a small, economical car along with a tow bar so it could be towed behind my motorhome. Since I bought it, I got the bedroom, while those two were going to sleep on the couches which turned into beds. They weren't too thrilled about this as I was thinking of scoring with some chicks in the not too distant future and happened to mention this and why I was taking the bedroom. They ended up also buying used motorhomes, cars and tow bars for themselves which meant hitting the casinos for more money. The reason for us having our own cars was real simple. We could hit different casinos for their money, but NOT be identified as a group. After my lack of knowledge about motorhomes, they too hired a guy to check out their selections.
Thing is, we knew better than to get greedy for two reasons: we didn't want anyone to know we had large amounts of cash on us, the other was the casinos (big or small) might be thinking we were running some sort of scam. Well......we were, but NOT the kind they'd ever seen or were used to. I think what REALLY drove those people crazy was more than once I'd be playing 21 with FOUR decks. And no way that their employees could be in on any kind of scam with us as we came in during different times of the day and night. Or changing the dice or roulette ball on us. While in Reno, they had a poker tournament with a 50K grand prize and the guys really tried getting me to play in it, which I declined. Reminded them that ALL the money we'd won so far as TAX FREE. If I won the poker tournament, I'd have to pay taxes on it. Last thing we wanted was the IRS in our lives in any way, shape or form. They suddenly agreed. After all, a lot of smaller amounts of cash was better than a big one in which you had to declare taxes.
Now we only spent 6 days in Reno before having to return back to school. Why? Because we found out we had only 10 days before our motorhomes and cars needed to be registered, insured and needing class A, non-commercial driver licenses. We did that the day after we got back. Of course, our motorhomes and vehicles took up quite a bit of student parking space, along with getting notices from more than one female student. As for me, I was no longer invited to ANY of the “friendly” poker games. As for Windy, he too was soon uninvited to any dice games. We did go back to our classes, but our hearts weren't really into it. I mean, why study for a degree to make money in the future when we could make more than we could ever dream of RIGHT NOW? We talked it over and decided our dorm room wasn't going to make it as each of us wanted some privacy when we had female visitors over. Yeah, while we didn't score as much as the media would portray college students, it was a bit of a bummer being hammered only to find a sock on our rooms door knob. Which meant one of us was scoring. So we rented a 3 bedroom with all its furnishing and then we'd put out the word we were having a party....to the girls at the various sororities of course. Yeah, you'd be surprised how quick a girl will talk to you when riding a Harley. As to our motorhomes, they got parked in the back, along with the tow bars. The guys parked their cars inside the 2 car garage, while my Harley was put off to one side inside of it. What we did was drop many of our classes but not all, simply so we'd still be registered as students. As to women, suddenly we found ourselves VERY popular as unlike many other students, it was obvious we had money to spend. Of course, there were girls who expected us to spend money on them, but giving nothing in return. I'm sure you understand what I mean. Those we quit inviting to our parties.
Now one thing that made us nervous was having so much cash on hand. I mean, with us spending money like we were, how long would it take someone to wondering how we came into so much money? And where was it stashed? Now we each our own hiding places for our money, but I was the first to start buying pre-paid debit cards. Then there was the day we came home from school with finding our place and the motorhomes were trashed?! I'd only converted some of of my money into a couple of debit cards, but most of it was still in cash. That's when we got together and I told the guys about my debit cards and within a few days, we only kept 2K in cash and that was in our wallets at all times. It also cost us almost 2K total to fix the motorhomes. At least whoever hadn't messed with my bike or the cars. Of course we called the police who did nothing but take a report. We then paid a security company to install burglar alarms on our place. Which would go off when someone was on the property while we were home or silently go off when we weren't, with the cops being automatically called in either case. They only had to come out once during the middle of the night, but after that, no more trouble. We even got the property owner to pay the cost of this as we told him, if we can't feel safe in this place, we're looking for another place to rent. And if need be, we'll hire a lawyer to break our lease with you and we had a 1 year lease to start with.
Well, there we were having a great time and NO trouble having a chick or three in our bedrooms. Thing is, some of them wanted us to get serious about our relationship with them. As to being only with them. Those girls got uninvited REAL quick. I figured we were banging more girls than Hugh Hefner ever did. We were still taking classes, then summer came. While we still had lots of money, all this partying did drain some of it. And of course, our girls wanted to go fancy eating places and with our motorhomes, we'd take off for the big city where they could see a play or some ballet people doing their thing. This also meant staying at some ritzy hotel. Oh boy...the action we got from those girls made is ALL worth while. Yeah, we were paying for it, but the girls were QUITE enthusiastic in making sure we got our money's worth. With our motorhomes, we went to New Jersey's casinos, then a bunch of Indian owned ones. As to our place, we knew 3 guys who would be quite happy living in our place while we were gone, but they had to buy their own beer and of course, keep the place clean when we got back. But with the number of parties we had there, we hired 2 maids on a as needed, on call basis. We hit the Jersey and Indian casinos pretty good, but when we started getting eyed by casino staff, we left and once again, while we had some cash on us most of it was converted to pre-paid debit cards. And see, that's the thing.....banks DON'T keep track of pre-paid debit cards, then we found out we could buy them from places like Walmart, but NEVER expired. All we had to do was pay a one time, set fee every time we either bought a new card or added money to an old one.
We were gone for about a month before having to return home. Why? Seems our “friends” let more than one party get out of hand, with cops being called and of course, our landlord called us about this. How bad was it? Those on call maids were basically coming over every other day to clean up those messes and our bank accounts were getting low even though we had lots of money in debit cards. We hit our banks to put 5K in our accounts to make sure we didn't go into the minus money wise. Get back home.....and the interior was basically totaled?! Holes in the walls, cigarette burns on the furniture, holes punched in the walls, etc. Landlord was there within 30 minutes or so of us returning and we figured someone in the neighborhood had called him. Was he ticked....,,ESPECIALLY when he saw the interior. We got him calmed down when we told him we'd pay for everything as we simply didn't believe our “friends” would of allowed this to happen. First thing we did was have a locksmith come out to change all the locks. Our “friends” were quite shocked to find what was left their personal belongings in the front yard. I say what was left because we decided to put a everything free sign in front of all of their stuff. Between changing the locks, repairing holes in the walls, NEW furniture approved by the landlord, it cost us close to $20,000. And after everything was done and approved by the landlord, we got kicked out of our place. So we hooked up our trailers, loaded our cars, with me buying a trailer for my car and Harley. We were “homeless” for awhile and after talking it over, decided to quit school entirely. Not that we were giving up on chicks though as the school had LOTS of 'em.
No doubt many are thinking we were doing very well in adopting to our new found abilities and of course, making so much money. Well, yes and no. Having been burned by our former friends, we decided to live in our motorhomes for awhile to think things over. Besides, they were a lot bigger than our former dorm room AND we each had privacy this way. However with us spending so much money, some got to thinking we were drug dealers?! Which was kind of funny as the only “drugs” we did was grass and with our money, we bought the best and since it's legal now in our state..... The next problem was the federal government. Who had been busy in trying to track down and interview EVERYONE (man, woman and child) who'd been on a flight that fateful day. Another problem was finding a place for us to stay while we lived in our motorhomes along with us needing better cell phone coverage and of course, internet access for the 3 of us since we no longer had a house or dorm to live in. Walmart didn't mind us staying overnight, but this was only for ONE night, at which time the security guard said we had to leave. Man, talk about being rousted. And we got the same treatment at Home Depot and Lowes. Another thing was we didn't feel safe if the 3 of us took off somewhere in our cars, leaving our motorhomes unattended which happened when we took off to get something to eat. And no, we didn't cook in our new place other than making our morning coffee, microwaving some popcorn or making sandwiches. We ended up going with AT&T, getting a good deal on their phones, wifi which would be available where ever we were in the country. We looked at renting some spaces at an RV park, but then we didn't want to pay for something we weren't going to be using all the time since we planned on hitting the casinos again. Then came that day when Windy got a call, saying some cops were asking about us?!
Then I got a call saying the same thing, but this time it's from the feds, though he couldn't remember if it was the FBI or Homeland Security?! Then when Marbles got his call, it was that BOTH of them asking about us?! Now we hadn't broken any laws and the 3 of us decided to check out the net for news about this. This was when we found out that the government was now trying to investigate EVERYONE who'd been on a plane during that fateful day. Time for us to leave. After making sure everything was up to snuff (gas tanks filled, toilets emptied, etc.), we headed for Maine, but now we had new CB's installed so we could talk to each other when or if needed. Why Maine? We figured we'd hit the 2 casinos there BEFORE winter hit and bit by bit hit other casinos in the north eastern part of the U.S. Thing is, there wasn't the action money wise that we'd gotten in Las Vegas and Reno. Still, we took about 12K each from each of those those 2 casinos. But the first time it snowed in that part of the country, we headed south as we figured by the time we got to the mid west, it'd be snowing there too. We also keep in contact with our friends back at college and THOUGHT we were safe from the cops and the feds because after a couple of days, the feds left and of course, the cops had no reason to investigate us since we were no longer available for “questioning”. In Louisiana, there's TWENTY-EIGHT casinos scattered across that state, though in different parts of it. Thing is, we had NO trouble parking our stuff in the casinos parking lots AND they had security patrolling it 24/7. We'd spend 3-4 days at each one, never hitting it big at one time, but when you get an average of 10K per visit, per day..... And very rarely were we ever carded, that is, making sure we were 21 or older. Now we weren't going from casino to casino all the time. More than once, we practiced our newly found abilities in being able to defend ourselves.
For example, Windy practiced on us by GENTLY lifting us into the the air. By us, I mean it would be 1, 2 or all 3 of us at the same time. Felt VERY strange to be up in the air, say 20 feet or so and being moved. It was kind of like flying and with practice, we not only got better, but stronger ability wise. He was also able to some how make air rock solid, though you couldn't see it. I was able to lift the 3 of us up in the air and we made sure Windy was also using his ability just in case their was a failure on my part. Marbles ability came in useful too, don't think other wise. You know how there's pot holes in a road, no matter where you go? Yeah, we made more than one trying different things with our abilities. If there was a crack, I could force it not to only get wider, but then lift up underneath it so I'd have a slab of asphalt to use as a shield or a weapon. Windy did the same by using air pressure. Marbles would make a BIG crowbar, forcing it downwards to force a section of it up kind of like a barrier. Though it was easier for him to make walls or a ramp using bits of dirt, asphalt, cement, etc. And it didn't bother us at all to play practical jokes on people either. Like a pretty girl would be walking by and being normal males, we'd watch as she walked by. Though sometimes, we'd be watching her as she walked towards us. Nothing makes a man happier than seeing a pretty girls dress fly up up to her waist, showing everything while she frantically does her best to keep it down. Windy and I did this a lot, though I had the edge on him because you can't imagine the look on their faces when suddenly their belt unbuckles, followed quickly with the zipper going south, then their pants! Just a couple of college boys enjoying their youth.
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This is a story I actually started last year and now starting on page 2 of chapter 2.
Chapter 1
Hello everyone, after watching some Youtube videos, hearing about and then reading some of the stories by those I call mutated, thought I'd post mine....anonymously of course. To begin with, we we were actually on the same flight as Dancing Wind, though I have no interest in biology other than the male/female thing you understand. And beer, let us not forget beer. I remember her because she was a kind of snooty b*tch when I tried making conversation with her once I heard she was going to another college. She tells me to crawl back under my rock?! Figured she had to be gay turning me down like she did. Then of course, there's that video of her floating in the air later on. Some buds and I were headed for D.C. for our spring break instead of Florida because none of us had any real cash and besides, my grandparents were away for a couple of weeks and offered me their place while school was out. I was sleeping when mutated, but had no headaches or anything like that. Well, D.C. was a dud with no money and of course, the grandparents are cheap b*stards and wouldn't give me any, saying I should of gotten a job and saved my money if I wanted “spending money”. I mean, who uses the expression “spending money” these days? Like I'm some 10 year old kid with an allowance? I figure my parents owed it to me to put me thru college, otherwise how do I get a good paying job? Oh yeah, my name is Tobias, but everybody calls me Tobey. I was looking at the stewardess as she walked towards me and for a cougar who was around 35, still well built and wondered how she'd look naked in bed just before I drifted off to sleep on our flight. As I said earlier, never had the headache, etc. as reported by others. Instead, the day after our return flight, had a bad nightmare in which I started seeing thru everything as in me suddenly being in the air/outside of the plane and then falling thru the air! I'd wake up just before I went splat against the ground only to find myself back in the plane, it disappearing, etc. over and over again. The teachers in school, among others, thought I was hung over as normal.
When I got back to school, things were tight money wise…as in only having $50 that was to last me 2 weeks. I mean how could I survive on less than $100 a week? You know, places to see, beer to drink, women to meet and of course, none of them (women) are cheap, so I decided to invest in what I had in a “friendly” poker game several days after returning to school. Figured what the hell, $30 wasn’t that much and if I lost, hello Ramen noodles for the next 2 weeks. Was down to my last $5 and thinking of tossing in my cards when I got really dizzy that lasted for about 10 seconds. I was trying to “read” the other players, you know, trying to figure out who was bluffing and who wasn’t. There were 5 of us in that game and as I looked the guys over, realized I could see their cards! I mean at first, I thought they were being nice, you know, showing me their hands so I’d get out and save the $5 for Ramen noodles kind of thing. But then realized 2 things: several had 2 pair, one guy had a 3 of a kind, another had nothing and all I had was a pair of deuces. But when I looked at the deck, I could see the next 2 cards were 2 more deuces and if I stayed in, I could toss in 3 of my cards and get 4 of a kind! Truth-fully, I thought someone had spiked my beer, but shock of shocks when I won that hand for $48! After that, I kept looking at what I had vs what they were showing. Walked away with a little over $500 that night.
Paid off some debts afterwards and of course, went out to party….with something new added. Was looking at a lot of the chicks and wondering what they’d look like naked in bed and suddenly seeing them without any clothes on! As in NO panties, bra's, etc. You know what’s really scary? Looking at what you thought was a good looking chick and SEEING IT’S A GUY!? Some things once seen, can NOT be unseen. All I could figure was whatever someone had spiked my beer with, I wanted more of it, but who did it and what did they use? I knew I wasn’t hallucinating because I was $500 ahead. Then I saw her….Raquel Gwendolyn Lake, a woman I’ve been wanting to score on since first seeing her. She has the most magnificent set of Grand Tetons in the world, but of course we lived in 2 separate worlds as her family has money which meant she was the star football hero’s girl. Now redheads aren’t normally well endowed, but from what I could see they were all natural, no artificial flavoring added if you know what I mean. And she was a NATURAL redhead with hair just past her shoulder blades. I was thinking, God, what I wouldn’t do to just have 5 seconds of playing motorboat with my nose buried between them. Of course, the only way that would happen if she had a really bad fall and I was there to cushion her body from harm of course.
Then she stumbled and actually fell against me and both of us went falling to the floor with my nose buried......well, you know where. I actually got about 20 seconds of mental ecstasy before she realized what I was doing/had happened to her, then she let out a screech for Larry, her boyfriend. I, being a gentleman, did my best to help her up and since the most outstanding 2 parts of her would give me the most leverage in helping her up…. Which followed more screeching on her part and here comes Larry, her boyfriend. He always reminded me of that old song about the guy who was big as they could be, but dumber than a horse. And English isn’t his native language either….he’s from Brooklyn and uses words like youse instead of you. Not that I was interested in semantics at the time, because he had his 20 pound sized hands out towards me and I knew it was not to shake my hand for saving his girlfriend from a bad fall. So I turned and ran for the door, shouting to everyone in my way (it was a crowded party scene) make way, make way and suddenly it was like I was Moses parting the Red Sea, except in this case, suddenly there was a 10 foot wide space in front of me all the way to the door, 15 feet away! I’m running for my life (and especially for my crotch because Larry the Neanderthal said he was going to rip it off!) and realized unless people got behind me, Larry was going to catch me. But when I looked back for a second or two, people are being pulled into the space I had just left! Didn’t know how it was happening, but I was grateful and thinking maybe God had plans for me which didn’t include being yanked into different shapes/forms like some piece of Silly Putty by Larry from Brooklyn. But then the door to the home opened and there’s THREE of Larry’s fellow Neanderthals and of course, Larry shouts stop him! I had nothing to lose but to try and force myself past them, not that I thought it would do any good because among the 3 of them, there must have been at least half a ton of human flesh. Then I screamed get out of my way and it was like they were hit by Bigby’s Fist, a old Dungeons and Dragons magic users spell I remembered from when I was in elementary school! And when I say hit, I mean they got knocked out of the doorway and into the front yard by at least 20 feet! Now in the movies, this is where I slide across the hood of my Lamborghini, jump into the drivers seat, start the car and while zooming off down the street, flip my chasers the bird. In reality, it was me jumping on my 10 speed and peddling like hell down the street, going down a bunch of side streets.
Of course Larry being Larry, he’s not a mental giant and had pretty much forgotten what had happened within a day or two. And then there were the fellows who wanted a rematch of a “friendly poker game”. I said okay, but then made sure I got the same brand of beer as before and started thinking about seeing their hands….and once again, I could not only see what they had, but after concentrating, could actually see the next dozen or so cards in the deck waiting to be dealt! Thing is, I actually saw Bob palm a card while dealing!! Then Justin dealing the 2nd card in the deck instead of the one on top of the deck. So much for a “friendly” game. It didn’t help them because since when I knew they had better hands, I just dropped out till they stopped cheating or I had a better hand naturally dealt. Then proceeded to clean house. Barry wanted to borrow $2,000 because he said he felt a lucky streak coming on….yeah, right. He put his Harley (worth at least 10K) up as collateral and I had everyone wait until he had gotten the title and keys from his room, with him signing it right in front of everyone. You know Harley’s are chick magnets? Well, kind of, sort of. Of course, it helps if you have money to go along with the bike image. Left Barry almost crying about losing his bike. Of course, then had to deal with getting it registered, insured, etc. Not a problem with my “friendly” poker winnings.
Thing is, about 2-3 weeks after being back, kept hearing about people being mutated and that got me to thinking what if I was one of those mutated? I quickly realized that I had xray vision, but didn’t know or understand that I had telekinesis until I almost dropped my beer in our dorm room which surprised the 3 of us because of what happened. I went to reach for it, but my fingers bumped the beer (and it was the last one too!) and it went to falling off the table and I mentally screamed nnnoooo because I didn’t want to have to make a beer run before finishing up a class assignment when the beer can not only stopped in mid air, but what beer that had spilled out was also just floating in mid air!? Who said there’s no use in crying over spilt beer? That no longer applies to me because I concentrated and got the spilt beer back into the can! Of course, Windy and Marbles were there when it happened and they confessed they had also been mutated! The reason they hadn’t said anything to me because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings due to the fact they had changed somehow, while apparently I hadn’t. Which got the 3 of us to thinking: Las Vegas. However before we could leave, we started to practice our abilities, which we did WAY from anyone possibly even seeing us. When I discovered I also had telekinesis, it came in VERY handy later on. As to what happened in Las Vegas, it was very interesting and that’s when we realized we didn’t need a college education. The world was going to be our oyster and believe me, we were going to shuck a lot of oysters. Which we have.
Now we had just turned 21 and were going to go to a casino in New Jersey, but if you're going to gamble, do it right....as in Las Vegas. Besides there's more casinos in Las Vegas and frankly, the Jersey casinos look kind of dumpy. Now I told Windy and Marbles about my other ability, that is, xray vision, they were stunned when I read every card they held up or tried covering with their hands. I had done about a dozen or so “friendly” poker games around school by now, so had a stash of money for our trip, Windy was going to provide the wheels with me and and Marbles paying for the gas. Thing is, he was almost broke and ended up selling his mountain bicycle for $300, though originally it had cost him almost $1,500 which I bought and later on, sold back to him for $300. Took us several days driving to get to Las Vegas and things were going great until Windy's car engine blew?! To make things worse, we were out in the middle of no where and NO traffic at that time of night. So we settled in the car in an attempt to sleep until (we hoped) that someone would see the cars flashers going off and on and give us a ride into the nearest town. We never realized how cold it gets in the desert and of course, we only had a couple of blankets and pillows not thinking of being prepared for something like this. We weren't quite freezing, but we were sure as hell were cold and after a couple of hours in the car, we got out to move around and warm up....and still no traffic except for a couple of semi's which didn't stop. That's when Marbles asks me how much weight could I move with my ability and told him I had no idea. He then asks if maybe the two of us could move the car using our abilities and I said no way at first, but got to thinking about it. Yeah, I didn't think long about it because it was d*mn cold out there in the desert because we could see our breaths in or outside of the car.
Bottom line was Marbles put the car in neutral and was going to steer, with me and Windy using our abilities. Instead of pushing the car forward, I pulled it forward, while Windy pushed the car from behind. We hit 120 mph rather quickly when Marbles said to slow it down because at this speed if we roll, we're going to be killed. Thing is, Windy and I WEREN'T using our full abilities! Well, that warning came a little too late as we passed a Nevada Highway Patrol car sitting off to one side on a dirt road with his lights off, which were quickly turned on and chasing us. Now Windy's car was slowing down but last thing we wanted was this cop pulling us over, so I rolled down the window, stuck my head out and then hit his cars radiator with some force. Not only did I smash its radiator with steam going everywhere, but the hood popped up, obscuring the cops vision. We then picked up our speed so we were doing 70, leaving the cop behind. Good thing was he never had a chance to get Windy's license plate.
Get to Las Vegas, renting a Motel 6 room for the 3 of us and then after taking showers, we crashed for a few hours enjoying the rooms air conditioning set at max. We were just not used to the dry summer heat there. First place we hit was Bally's, with me playing poker for just under 6 hours, wining just under 9 grand. As for Windy, gave him a few bucks as he wanted to try using his ability on the craps tables. He won just over 6K, with Marbles hitting the roulette table, with him wining just over 5K. Oh yeah...the 3 Amigo's were cleaning up! Now Windy's ability was wind as in making it as soft or as hard as possible, so it was no problem getting the dice to land where and what way he wanted to. And yes, he'd been to a couple of “friendly” crap games at our school before they discovered my ability. As to Marbles, he can create and control marbles or balls from bb size to up to 3 feet just out of dust or a roads surface. Not only that, he can create THOUSANDS of smaller ones which comes in REAL handy when you're being chased by some people. Not only that, he could actually have them stack on top of each other and melt or deflate them a little bit so they become a rock solid wall or a ramp. And it doesn't matter if the chaser(s) is on foot or in a car. So controlling that marble on the roulette wheel was no problem for him.
With us wining so much, the casino TRIED busting our balls in asking for I.D.'s as in making sure we were at least 21. Thing is, if we hadn't been 21, they'd of taken all our winnings since we couldn't legally gamble in any casino. Not that they asked for I.D. when we first started gambling. We cashed our chips at different cashier cages because we heard anything cashed in over 5 grand, the IRS is informed which means taxes have to be paid on it. Screw that...IRS didn't front us any money to gamble with, so why the hell should it get any of it? Hit the buffet at Bally's, then to Circus Circus, this time getting almost 30K (total) which did attract attention from some unsavory types who THOUGHT the 2 of them would relieve us of our hard earned cash. Now Marbles was the one telling us we were being followed, so we went down an alley between a couple of casinos, then ducked to hide behind a dumpster. Yep, those 2 came running past us in their attempt to catch up with us. Marbles created a bunch of small marbles under their feet, with Windy lifting them up into the air, at which point I smashed them into a wall and we took everything they had, including clothing. They had just $123 total between the two of them, with us dumping everything we didn't want into the dumpster we had hid behind. Oh yeah...it was so nice to hear some of their bones being broken as their bodies hit the wall. Trying to rob some poor, struggling college students would they? Schmucks.
At the Atlantis casino, played for about 9 hours, with me getting just a little over 28K playing blackjack, while the others also cleaned up with their specialties. Of course, the casino comped us a really nice place, including our supper, then breakfast, both of which we used room service. As for the room service guy, we tipped him $20 (total), though we declined his offer of the company of several fine ladies he knew. We had thought about going to the Bunny Ranch, a famous Nevada brothel, but that was about an hour or two drive from Las Vegas and who knew what those ladies would charge? As it was, we didn't need to have even bothered because we found 3 ladies who found us “fascinating” and stayed with us until we left Las Vegas. Of course, we bought them some odds and ends which made us even more “fascinating”. So no matter which way a guy will go, he WILL have to pay for it in the end. Next day it was us going to the Bellagio craps, poker, 21 and roulette tables which took me a little bit longer in learning to control my ability to a finer point. Of course, we didn't spend all our time at one casino as we didn't want to become noticed, but having the casinos thinking we were just on a streak of good luck. We spent 4 days in Las Vegas, where between 21, poker, crap and roulette tables, I won just over $45,000 and the other 2 basically getting the same amount. Thing is, we started getting looks from some of the casino people and that's when I told them I was leaving and why. They didn't like this at all and wanted to keep making money, but when I told them about those looks we were getting they understood, remembering those 2 thugs earlier.
But it's strange how things turn out in regards to those who got mutated. Reading different peoples stories and you may notice we seem attracted to each other. There's me, Windy & Marbles, then there's Dancing Wind who met that lady doctor who makes you tell the truth and from them, they have their first encounter with Ben who can teleport himself anywhere. Though to be honest, I think he's full if it. I mean, come on....alien beings, a spaceship in Area 51 along with time travel and other dimensions? Well, there's a lot of people who came to Las Vegas to drive their expensive cars, but leaving on $250,000 buses aka Greyhound. I ended up not buying a car, but a used class A motorhome. Why that instead of a car? It'd save me money on a motel room when we hit another town, in this case, Reno. But I was smart in paying a guy $300 to check out several motorhomes I was interested in. While it cost me $1,200 for him to check the first 4 motorhomes out, I actually saved a ton of money in not buying the first 3 that looked great, but were mechanical disasters. Then spent more money buying a small, economical car along with a tow bar so it could be towed behind my motorhome. Since I bought it, I got the bedroom, while those two were going to sleep on the couches which turned into beds. They weren't too thrilled about this as I was thinking of scoring with some chicks in the not too distant future and happened to mention this and why I was taking the bedroom. They ended up also buying used motorhomes, cars and tow bars for themselves which meant hitting the casinos for more money. The reason for us having our own cars was real simple. We could hit different casinos for their money, but NOT be identified as a group. After my lack of knowledge about motorhomes, they too hired a guy to check out their selections.
Thing is, we knew better than to get greedy for two reasons: we didn't want anyone to know we had large amounts of cash on us, the other was the casinos (big or small) might be thinking we were running some sort of scam. Well......we were, but NOT the kind they'd ever seen or were used to. I think what REALLY drove those people crazy was more than once I'd be playing 21 with FOUR decks. And no way that their employees could be in on any kind of scam with us as we came in during different times of the day and night. Or changing the dice or roulette ball on us. While in Reno, they had a poker tournament with a 50K grand prize and the guys really tried getting me to play in it, which I declined. Reminded them that ALL the money we'd won so far as TAX FREE. If I won the poker tournament, I'd have to pay taxes on it. Last thing we wanted was the IRS in our lives in any way, shape or form. They suddenly agreed. After all, a lot of smaller amounts of cash was better than a big one in which you had to declare taxes.
Now we only spent 6 days in Reno before having to return back to school. Why? Because we found out we had only 10 days before our motorhomes and cars needed to be registered, insured and needing class A, non-commercial driver licenses. We did that the day after we got back. Of course, our motorhomes and vehicles took up quite a bit of student parking space, along with getting notices from more than one female student. As for me, I was no longer invited to ANY of the “friendly” poker games. As for Windy, he too was soon uninvited to any dice games. We did go back to our classes, but our hearts weren't really into it. I mean, why study for a degree to make money in the future when we could make more than we could ever dream of RIGHT NOW? We talked it over and decided our dorm room wasn't going to make it as each of us wanted some privacy when we had female visitors over. Yeah, while we didn't score as much as the media would portray college students, it was a bit of a bummer being hammered only to find a sock on our rooms door knob. Which meant one of us was scoring. So we rented a 3 bedroom with all its furnishing and then we'd put out the word we were having a party....to the girls at the various sororities of course. Yeah, you'd be surprised how quick a girl will talk to you when riding a Harley. As to our motorhomes, they got parked in the back, along with the tow bars. The guys parked their cars inside the 2 car garage, while my Harley was put off to one side inside of it. What we did was drop many of our classes but not all, simply so we'd still be registered as students. As to women, suddenly we found ourselves VERY popular as unlike many other students, it was obvious we had money to spend. Of course, there were girls who expected us to spend money on them, but giving nothing in return. I'm sure you understand what I mean. Those we quit inviting to our parties.
Now one thing that made us nervous was having so much cash on hand. I mean, with us spending money like we were, how long would it take someone to wondering how we came into so much money? And where was it stashed? Now we each our own hiding places for our money, but I was the first to start buying pre-paid debit cards. Then there was the day we came home from school with finding our place and the motorhomes were trashed?! I'd only converted some of of my money into a couple of debit cards, but most of it was still in cash. That's when we got together and I told the guys about my debit cards and within a few days, we only kept 2K in cash and that was in our wallets at all times. It also cost us almost 2K total to fix the motorhomes. At least whoever hadn't messed with my bike or the cars. Of course we called the police who did nothing but take a report. We then paid a security company to install burglar alarms on our place. Which would go off when someone was on the property while we were home or silently go off when we weren't, with the cops being automatically called in either case. They only had to come out once during the middle of the night, but after that, no more trouble. We even got the property owner to pay the cost of this as we told him, if we can't feel safe in this place, we're looking for another place to rent. And if need be, we'll hire a lawyer to break our lease with you and we had a 1 year lease to start with.
Well, there we were having a great time and NO trouble having a chick or three in our bedrooms. Thing is, some of them wanted us to get serious about our relationship with them. As to being only with them. Those girls got uninvited REAL quick. I figured we were banging more girls than Hugh Hefner ever did. We were still taking classes, then summer came. While we still had lots of money, all this partying did drain some of it. And of course, our girls wanted to go fancy eating places and with our motorhomes, we'd take off for the big city where they could see a play or some ballet people doing their thing. This also meant staying at some ritzy hotel. Oh boy...the action we got from those girls made is ALL worth while. Yeah, we were paying for it, but the girls were QUITE enthusiastic in making sure we got our money's worth. With our motorhomes, we went to New Jersey's casinos, then a bunch of Indian owned ones. As to our place, we knew 3 guys who would be quite happy living in our place while we were gone, but they had to buy their own beer and of course, keep the place clean when we got back. But with the number of parties we had there, we hired 2 maids on a as needed, on call basis. We hit the Jersey and Indian casinos pretty good, but when we started getting eyed by casino staff, we left and once again, while we had some cash on us most of it was converted to pre-paid debit cards. And see, that's the thing.....banks DON'T keep track of pre-paid debit cards, then we found out we could buy them from places like Walmart, but NEVER expired. All we had to do was pay a one time, set fee every time we either bought a new card or added money to an old one.
We were gone for about a month before having to return home. Why? Seems our “friends” let more than one party get out of hand, with cops being called and of course, our landlord called us about this. How bad was it? Those on call maids were basically coming over every other day to clean up those messes and our bank accounts were getting low even though we had lots of money in debit cards. We hit our banks to put 5K in our accounts to make sure we didn't go into the minus money wise. Get back home.....and the interior was basically totaled?! Holes in the walls, cigarette burns on the furniture, holes punched in the walls, etc. Landlord was there within 30 minutes or so of us returning and we figured someone in the neighborhood had called him. Was he ticked....,,ESPECIALLY when he saw the interior. We got him calmed down when we told him we'd pay for everything as we simply didn't believe our “friends” would of allowed this to happen. First thing we did was have a locksmith come out to change all the locks. Our “friends” were quite shocked to find what was left their personal belongings in the front yard. I say what was left because we decided to put a everything free sign in front of all of their stuff. Between changing the locks, repairing holes in the walls, NEW furniture approved by the landlord, it cost us close to $20,000. And after everything was done and approved by the landlord, we got kicked out of our place. So we hooked up our trailers, loaded our cars, with me buying a trailer for my car and Harley. We were “homeless” for awhile and after talking it over, decided to quit school entirely. Not that we were giving up on chicks though as the school had LOTS of 'em.
No doubt many are thinking we were doing very well in adopting to our new found abilities and of course, making so much money. Well, yes and no. Having been burned by our former friends, we decided to live in our motorhomes for awhile to think things over. Besides, they were a lot bigger than our former dorm room AND we each had privacy this way. However with us spending so much money, some got to thinking we were drug dealers?! Which was kind of funny as the only “drugs” we did was grass and with our money, we bought the best and since it's legal now in our state..... The next problem was the federal government. Who had been busy in trying to track down and interview EVERYONE (man, woman and child) who'd been on a flight that fateful day. Another problem was finding a place for us to stay while we lived in our motorhomes along with us needing better cell phone coverage and of course, internet access for the 3 of us since we no longer had a house or dorm to live in. Walmart didn't mind us staying overnight, but this was only for ONE night, at which time the security guard said we had to leave. Man, talk about being rousted. And we got the same treatment at Home Depot and Lowes. Another thing was we didn't feel safe if the 3 of us took off somewhere in our cars, leaving our motorhomes unattended which happened when we took off to get something to eat. And no, we didn't cook in our new place other than making our morning coffee, microwaving some popcorn or making sandwiches. We ended up going with AT&T, getting a good deal on their phones, wifi which would be available where ever we were in the country. We looked at renting some spaces at an RV park, but then we didn't want to pay for something we weren't going to be using all the time since we planned on hitting the casinos again. Then came that day when Windy got a call, saying some cops were asking about us?!
Then I got a call saying the same thing, but this time it's from the feds, though he couldn't remember if it was the FBI or Homeland Security?! Then when Marbles got his call, it was that BOTH of them asking about us?! Now we hadn't broken any laws and the 3 of us decided to check out the net for news about this. This was when we found out that the government was now trying to investigate EVERYONE who'd been on a plane during that fateful day. Time for us to leave. After making sure everything was up to snuff (gas tanks filled, toilets emptied, etc.), we headed for Maine, but now we had new CB's installed so we could talk to each other when or if needed. Why Maine? We figured we'd hit the 2 casinos there BEFORE winter hit and bit by bit hit other casinos in the north eastern part of the U.S. Thing is, there wasn't the action money wise that we'd gotten in Las Vegas and Reno. Still, we took about 12K each from each of those those 2 casinos. But the first time it snowed in that part of the country, we headed south as we figured by the time we got to the mid west, it'd be snowing there too. We also keep in contact with our friends back at college and THOUGHT we were safe from the cops and the feds because after a couple of days, the feds left and of course, the cops had no reason to investigate us since we were no longer available for “questioning”. In Louisiana, there's TWENTY-EIGHT casinos scattered across that state, though in different parts of it. Thing is, we had NO trouble parking our stuff in the casinos parking lots AND they had security patrolling it 24/7. We'd spend 3-4 days at each one, never hitting it big at one time, but when you get an average of 10K per visit, per day..... And very rarely were we ever carded, that is, making sure we were 21 or older. Now we weren't going from casino to casino all the time. More than once, we practiced our newly found abilities in being able to defend ourselves.
For example, Windy practiced on us by GENTLY lifting us into the the air. By us, I mean it would be 1, 2 or all 3 of us at the same time. Felt VERY strange to be up in the air, say 20 feet or so and being moved. It was kind of like flying and with practice, we not only got better, but stronger ability wise. He was also able to some how make air rock solid, though you couldn't see it. I was able to lift the 3 of us up in the air and we made sure Windy was also using his ability just in case their was a failure on my part. Marbles ability came in useful too, don't think other wise. You know how there's pot holes in a road, no matter where you go? Yeah, we made more than one trying different things with our abilities. If there was a crack, I could force it not to only get wider, but then lift up underneath it so I'd have a slab of asphalt to use as a shield or a weapon. Windy did the same by using air pressure. Marbles would make a BIG crowbar, forcing it downwards to force a section of it up kind of like a barrier. Though it was easier for him to make walls or a ramp using bits of dirt, asphalt, cement, etc. And it didn't bother us at all to play practical jokes on people either. Like a pretty girl would be walking by and being normal males, we'd watch as she walked by. Though sometimes, we'd be watching her as she walked towards us. Nothing makes a man happier than seeing a pretty girls dress fly up up to her waist, showing everything while she frantically does her best to keep it down. Windy and I did this a lot, though I had the edge on him because you can't imagine the look on their faces when suddenly their belt unbuckles, followed quickly with the zipper going south, then their pants! Just a couple of college boys enjoying their youth.
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This is a story I actually started last year and now starting on page 2 of chapter 2.
