Transformation

Copyright© 2024 by A Well Traveled Man

Chapter 1

My mom drove Matt, Alan, and me to the mall like she did every Saturday morning. My name is Alexander Nathaniel Wilson Hollister, and I am thirteen. More about my background and family later. My friends and I go to the mall gaming center every Saturday to meet with friends and play games all day. It gives our parents time to take care of things without us around. But unfortunately, Matt thinks it’s so they can have hot monkey sex, and Alan and I didn’t want to think about it.

We arrived at the mall and played games at the center until lunchtime. Then we went to the food court, ate lunch, and watched all the hot chicks shopping. We learned most of the information on girls from Matt’s older brother, a high school senior, and rated them from one to ten. After finishing lunch, we walked the mall, stopping at the Victoria’s Secret shop to girl watch. Finally, we got up to return to the game center, and Alex went to the trash can to throw away his soda. That was the last thing he remembered.

Alex woke up in the hospital with all kinds of machines around me. He screamed for someone to turn off the lights and passed out again. When Alex woke again, it was dark, and he saw my mom sitting next to my bed. Alex croaked out water, and she screamed, then ran into the hall. The nurse came back with a cup of ice chips and a spoon. The nurse gave me some ice chips and said Let them melt in your mouth. Alex did as instructed, and then a doctor showed up and ran some tests on him. When the doctor put a light in my eyes, I screamed in pain and then passed out. When Alex awoke, the doctor and the nurse were still at his bedside, and if he weren’t restrained, Alex would have killed them.

The doctor finished his exam and told his mom that I had a grade 3 concussion. Other than some bruising, Alex would be fine. Alex found out he was in a medically induced coma for a week to let his brain swelling go down. As a precaution, the doctor said we would keep him for a few more days. He left, and Alex asked his Mom what had happened. The last thing he remembered was throwing away my soda.

She said he was hit by a man running through the mall and knocked unconscious. According to Matt and Alan, the man who hit you was chased by six men. He was struck by a truck while leaving the mall. According to the news, he escaped the mental hospital and died at the scene. Alex asked why he was restrained, and his Mom said he would start shaking while in the medically induced coma, so the doctors feared he would hurt himself. Mom left after Alex ate his liquid dinner.

That night, Alex dreamed that his body was being internally transformed. He woke up when the nurse came in to check on him, and then, when she left, a voice in Alex’s head said to remain calm. The voice said he received a gift from the man who hit him, and if I allowed it to help me, I would be greatly rewarded. Not having anything to do at the moment, Alex said Go ahead. The voice said, You are calm and level-headed, so I will tell you what happened. The man who hit you in the mall was a time traveler and a renowned scientist in nanotechnology. His name, which you couldn’t pronounce, so let’s call him Ari, developed a process that was a significant breakthrough in the nano field. Before Ari’s discovery, nanotechnology was used only for medical purposes. He discovered that nanos could alter the brain and adjust DNA. When he presented his findings, the military forced him to develop a super soldier formula. They moved him and his research to a restricted lab where only classified projects were developed.

Upset, his research was hijacked, and Ari played along and refined his process. While working at the lab, Ari made friends with the other scientists, and they talked about each other’s projects. Unfortunately, they were in the same situation he was in, so getting outside wasn’t allowed. Ari finished his work on the Nanos, but not what the military wanted. He installed a virus in his computer, inserted his altered nanos in a syringe, and waited until everyone left for the evening. Then Ari entered the time travel lab, programmed the machine, and stepped into the chamber. The voice said he received the altered Nanos when Ari collided with him, which was the end of Ari’s thoughts, other than getting killed. The voice wished Alex good luck and told him to be careful because people would be watching him.

Alex lay in bed thinking about what was told him and wondered what changes were coming. Finally, he was able to go back to sleep. The nurse woke him up at 6 a.m. to take his temperature and blood pressure, and then breakfast came. He got toast, oatmeal, milk, and OJ. It was better than his liquid dinner, but not by much. Alex was starved and knew he wouldn’t get fed there.

It was time to tell you about Alex’s life at home and family. He was the youngest in his family. His older brother, David, was a junior at the University of Missouri on a football scholarship. David wasn’t highly recruited or had good grades, so the University of Missouri was the only Division 1 school that offered him a scholarship. Then, his older sister, Stephanie, was a freshman at the University of Southern California. She received a full scholarship and claimed to be the family’s brains. Alex was the baby of the family and an unplanned addition. His Dad was a jock in high school and college and was VP of Sales for a Pharmaceutical company. He travels extensively and is home one week a month on average. Then there is his mom, and what could he say? She tries to hold the family together, but that’s mission impossible.

The doctor came into Alex’s room just after his mom arrived. He checked Alex over and said he could go home if he limited his activity and stayed off his feet. We agreed, and he was discharged and had Mom stop by an In-N-Out Burger for some real food. She was shocked when he ordered two double-double burgers, fries, and a drink. Alex forgot to mention that they lived in Laguna Hills, just south of Newport Beach. Daddy makes very good money, allowing us to live in a nice area. Alex ate lunch, lay down, and fell asleep when he got home. He woke up just before dinner and ran to the bathroom. The crap that came from him was gross, and he almost puked. Alex opened the bathroom window, showered, and started feeling better. Then his Mom called him for dinner, and we ate Chinese takeout. When they finished, his Mom gave Alex the schoolwork he had missed the past week and smiled.

His mom told Alex to start his homework first thing in the morning. She had a tennis lesson and yoga class in the morning, so there was no slacking off, Alexander. She laughed, going to bed. Mom always said my full first name when she was serious. When Mom was pissed off at me, it was Alexander Nathaniel Wilson Hollister. But Mom was in a good mood most of the time, and he could joke with her about anything. Her maiden name is Wilson, and her grandfather founded Wilson Sports. One time, Alex asked his Mom how much he would inherit, and she said I’m taking all to the grave with me. So, Alex said, at least he inherited the Wilson bat and balls. Mom spits her drink across the table, then almost falls out of her chair, laughing.

Alex went to his room and texted his friends Matt and Alan. The message was What happened to the pussies that went to the mall with me? Matt responded first by calling him, and Alan joined our call. Matt said dude, that whole thing was weird. The guy who hit you came out of nowhere, running at full speed. He tackles you like a linebacker, and then six guys show up chasing him. Alex said it felt like a linebacker hit me, and now he has over a week’s worth of homework. Alan said Alex, you were lucky that guy didn’t kill you. You flew over 15 feet in the air and hit a planter. We talked about school, and they promised to stop by this weekend. Alex was tired, so he lay down and went to sleep.

When Alex woke up, his whole body hurt. He got up slowly and just reached the bathroom when more gross shit emerged. Alex opened the window, took a long, hot shower, and felt better. Drying off, he noticed his dick and balls had gotten larger, so he went to his room and checked. Yes, he measured his dick monthly after seeing his Dad’s and David’s tiny, shriveled dicks. Stephanie had a running joke with Mom. She would hold up her pinky finger when she saw Dad or David and wiggle it. They both would laugh at their private joke. Alex found out about it by overhearing them talking by the pool. He was paranoid that he would inherit a tiny dick. The tape measure said seven inches and yelled a cheer.

Alex pulled on the jeans he wore home yesterday, and now they don’t fit. So, he wore shorts and went to David’s bedroom closet. Standing with his back to the door frame, I marked my height with a pencil. David’s height measurements by age were taken on the door frame. He was now one inch taller than him at thirteen. Alex went to the kitchen, extremely happy, and ate breakfast. After breakfast, he returned to his room and did homework. Alex was surprised that he finished before noon, so he put on his swim trunks, which didn’t fit either. So, he got a towel, went downstairs, and dove into the pool nude. Alex was swimming laps when Mom got home, and didn’t hear her come outside. He exited the pool and dried off when Mom asked where his swimsuit was.

She was staring at his cock, so he finished drying off and then put the towel around his waist. Before she could say anything, Alex said they didn’t fit like the rest of my clothes. I must have gone through a growth spurt overnight because I was sore all over this morning. Besides, it’s just the two of us now, so what’s the big deal? She laughed and said We are going clothing shopping after lunch. His dick started getting hard when she turned around and walked into the house wearing her yoga outfit. Man, that heart-shaped ass is to die for, “ He yelled, looking good, babe, and whistled. Mom was laughing all the way to her bedroom. He went upstairs, showered, put on sweatpants, a T-shirt, and flip-flops, and returned to the kitchen.

Mom frowned when she saw me and said You definitely need new clothes before you get arrested then began laughing again. So, we went to the mall after lunch, and he got everything he needed, including new shoes. We stopped at the sporting goods store, and he picked up some new shorts, t-shirts, sweats, and running shoes. Then we looked at the swimsuits, and Mom said Let’s go to another store. Well, the store she picked had every size and style. The sales lady tried to get Mom to buy him a thong, then a Speedo, and we finally settled for board shorts. It was after 5 p.m. when we got home, so we ordered pizza and started washing my new clothes.

Alex asked Mom what was wrong with the thong or Speedo over dinner. She spits her soda on the table and starts laughing. Then she said, “Alex, you’re bigger than your Dad or David and must be careful showing off your goods. So, he said, you think I inherited the Wilson equipment? Again, she giggled and said You must have, but seriously, be careful. Women of all ages will try to seduce you if they see your size. That can only lead to trouble for you and us as a family. Please let me know if you have any problems, and we’ll work through them together. Let’s keep the rest of the family in the dark for now. Besides, it’s none of their business. Alex promised he would do as she asked, and we finished dinner and went to bed.

Lying in bed, he thought about what Mom had said, which made sense. He would lose anyway if it came out, so he agreed with Mom and would try to avoid the sluts. Then he thought about our future conversations, laughed, and slept.

Mom took me to a martial arts studio behind her gym after breakfast. She introduced me to Sensi and said she’d return in two hours. First, Sensi measured me, then Alex put on the Gi, and we went through a basic routine for beginners. When Sensi saw how fast he picked it up, we went to more advanced movements. When we finished, he showed me exercises to do every day. Sensi set a schedule, and he would come on Sunday for a two-hour session, and then after school on Tuesday and Thursday. He was given three books to read, and then Sensi showed me how to meditate. He was to meditate every morning before his exercises to clear his mind. Finally, Mom returned and paid Sensi for six months of lessons in advance, and we left. When he asked why she paid six months in advance, she said You get two free weeks, and he’s an excellent teacher.

We got home and ate lunch, then she gave him another stack of homework. Alex took it upstairs, finished it in an hour, and read the three martial arts books. When he finished the last martial arts book, it was 3:30 p.m. He was shocked at what he accomplished in that short period. Afterward, Alex wore swimming shorts, went to the pool, and swam laps. He wasn’t counting, just swimming, and when I got out, Mom was standing poolside. Alex said, No free peeks today. The warden put her foot down? Mom laughed and asked how many laps I swam. Alex said he wasn’t counting, but I am starving now. Alex growled, and she ran into the house, giggling. Then, he went upstairs to shower. Mom had a nice steak dinner when he returned with baked potatoes and string beans ready. When we finished dinner, I helped her clean up, then we went into the den, watched TV for an hour, and went to bed.

Saturday morning, Alex woke up at 4 a.m. nude and meditated. Then he went through his exercises, put on his running gear, and took off for a run. He made two loops around our housing tract, returned home, dove into the pool, and swam some laps to cool off. Finally, he stripped off his wet clothes, dried off, and went upstairs for a shower. Alex dressed in sweats and a T-shirt and went downstairs. He heard voices in the kitchen, and it was Mom and Stephanie, my older sister.

He snuck up behind her and put a finger to his lips so Mom wouldn’t say anything. Then Alex said loudly, “ Who is this harlot at our kitchen table?” He picked her up and put her over his shoulder. Stephanie was screaming Let me go! Alex said harlots need a good spanking to find the right path and swatted her butt. Mom was laughing, and he sat Stephanie down in her chair and ran around to Mom’s side of the table.

Alex asked Mom if she was one of the harlots he should beware of, and set her off laughing again. He looked at Stephanie and said, “Mom, she looks like Stephanie but dressed slutty. “ Stephanie bolted from her chair and ran around the table to get me, and he yelled, “Protect me from this harlot,” and dodged her grasp. I said, “Mom, you’re right. These harlots are very aggressive.” Finally, Stephanie gave up and joined Mom, laughing.

When everyone settled down, Stephanie asked what had happened to her little brother. Alex said he was attacked at the mall, spent a week in the hospital, then had a growth spurt. What are you doing at home? You usually avoid this place like the plague. Stephanie said she had a stalker, and the boy won’t leave her alone. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Alex answered the door. A tall, skinny boy/man asked for Stephanie. Alex asked who he was, and he said, “Listen, dick wad get Stephanie.”

He opened the storm door fast and hit him in the head hard. He staggered back, so I gave him a swift kick in the balls. He fell to his knees and puked on the grass. Alex kept kicking him in the balls until Mom pulled me off. He was lying unconscious on the grass in his puke. Alex pulled out his wallet and keys, handed them to Mom, and said Call 911.

The police showed up and arrested Charley Sanders for assault on a minor, DWI, open container in the car, and drug possession. He has over 50 ecstasy pills in his car. When all the excitement was over, it was lunchtime, and I was hungry. So, I growled, Mom laughed and made lunch, and Stephanie stared at me. Finally, Alex said, Take a picture of me, and you can cuddle up with me a night. That broke her trance, and she laughed with Mom.

Alex told Stephanie he would cuddle with her tonight, but Mom warned me about what older women want and can do at night. That brought the house down, and Stephanie fell out of her chair. Mom was barely able to hold onto the table. Alex finished his lunch, said, Well, ladies, I’m going swimming, and went upstairs. He changed into his swimsuit, went to the pool, and swam laps. Alex was in a zone, then it ended, and he got out, and Stephanie whistled and said huba bubba. No wonder Mom’s worried about you. Alex said Mom told him he has the Wilson genes, which set them off again.

We sat at the kitchen table eating dinner, and Mom told Stephanie she needed to file an official complaint against Charley Sanders with the campus police. He will make bail on Monday and will be back at school. Get some friends and put up posters warning female students. The school will let him back until his trial, and it will probably be a plea bargain. Put the facts on the poster only so he can’t say it isn’t true. I’ll bet he doesn’t last a week at school before some jocks beat the shit out of him. We went to the den and watched SNL, then went to bed.

Charley Sanders wasn’t having a good time in jail. There had been a gang fight, and one gang occupied Charley’s holding cell. He opened his mouth when he should have kept it closed, and they beat the shit out of Charley. They left him in the corner, and when the jailer noticed him on the floor, he was barely alive. The authorities rushed him to the hospital and had to remove his balls, two fingers on his right hand, and his left eye, which had lost muscle control. Both hands and legs were in casts. After that, he would never bother another female student again.

Alex was up at 4 am Sunday, meditating nude, exercising, and dressed in running gear. He ran two laps around our housing tract, jumped into the pool, and swam some laps to cool down. After his shower, he went downstairs, and Mom fixed me breakfast and then took me to the dojo. Sensi tested me on my forms and then added more. Then we sparred in slow motion and slowly sped up until he was exhausted. Next, Sensi quizzed Alex on the books he gave me, and he was impressed by my knowledge of their contents. Alex gave him back the three books, and Sensi gave me four more to read.

Finally, Mom picked me up and said, Stephanie went back to school. We stopped at Carl’s Jr. for lunch on the way home and had a peaceful afternoon by the pool. That dam French-cut bikini Mom wore gave me a hard-on that wouldn’t go down. Finally, I had to go in the pool to get it under control and then not look at her so it would stay down. Alex swore he could feel her smiling at his predicament. When it started to get dark, we took our showers, ate dinner, and went to bed.

Monday at 4 am, he meditated nude, exercised, dressed, ran two laps around our housing tract, stretched in the yard, showered, and dressed for school. After breakfast, Mom took me to school and turned in the doctor’s note. The bitch at the counter refused to accept the letter, saying Mom had to call in every day reporting his absence. The Principal heard the argument and came out. Mom explained that I was in a medically induced coma, and she called in to report that. But this bitch said I had to call every day and won’t accept the doctor’s note. Mom said Fine, put that in writing, and we will leave. So, they typed up the letter, and Alex went to his locker, removed his belongings, and left the school.

Mom called her Dad, and he gave her an attorney’s name. She called, and we immediately got in using Grandfather’s name. Andrew Givens was the attorney, and he looked at the letter and laughed. Andrew said I wondered if they went to school when I see something like this cross my desk. He asked Mom what she wanted, and she told him blood, lots of blood, and a few heads. Andrew told Mom to get Alexander a tutor this semester and have him tested at USC.

We also need you to return to the school and get his records as soon as possible, so they can’t alter them. Tell them you’re pulling him out and sending Alexander to a private school back east. Please don’t leave without his records. We returned to the school, and they copied my records like the fools they were. We dropped off the documents at the attorney’s office, got lunch at Coco’s, and drove home.

Mom was calling USC, and Alex put on his swimsuit and went to the pool. He swam laps until Mom yelled at him. Alex got out and took a shower, then went to the kitchen. Mom said he caused her to miss her tennis and yoga classes. So, I apologized and asked if she wanted me to rub her gluteal muscles. She laughed and said No, stay away from my butt. Well, how about the quadriceps femoris? Mom said she needs to restrict his reading material, laughing. You aren’t touching my thighs either, buster. Alex said Well, how about and Mom said You are not massaging anything on me. He said I had such high hopes and pouted, causing Mom to laugh again. Then she said we had a 9 a.m. appointment at USC tomorrow for his testing. Mom called Stephanie and said she would visit while I was testing.

We ate an early dinner, then Alex asked Mom to drive his running route to check the mileage. She said I could do better than that and went to her room. When she returned, Mom handed Alex a watch. She said I bought your Dad this watch for his birthday four months ago, hoping he would run to lose weight. So go ahead and use it. Mom said she paid for three years of GPS service. Alex hugged her and asked if he could ask a question about Dad.

Mom smiled and said he was the first to pick up on their separation. She said he cheated continuously during their marriage, but I accepted it until he got his assistant pregnant. Alex hugged Mom again and said Say the word, and I’ll give him the same treatment I gave Charley Sanders. But, of course, he would have to have a lizard’s tongue to cheat on you then. Mom laughed, said I’ll remember it, and we went to bed.

Tuesday at 4 a.m., he meditated nude, exercised, dressed, and took his new watch for a run. Two laps around our housing tract were 6.8 miles. Alex returned home, stretched, showered, and went downstairs for breakfast. We left at 7 a.m. and just made our 9 a.m. appointment. Traffic was a bitch, and two hours to go 40 miles was ridiculous. Mom stayed until they took him inside, then she left after giving her phone number to the tester.

Alex took two tests, then had a 15-minute break, and one more test, then had a 30-minute lunch break. He finished the last test at 1 p.m., and they called Mom. He sat in a conference room with Mom, Stephanie, four other women, and one man. Alex leaned over to the man and said, “We’re outnumbered here. Run for the exits.” He laughed and then told the others what I said. They all smiled, and then the meeting started.

They reported that he had graded above 12th grade in all subjects except social studies. Stephanie and Mom were shocked, and Alex asked what that meant for my continued education. They said I was wasting my time in the lower grade system and should enter college. Mom said she didn’t want me to stay in dorms at thirteen and asked if UC Irvine would be a good choice for a few years until I get my driver’s license. They all agreed that UC Irvine would be a good college for the short term, and maybe some remote online courses to fill in the gaps.

They handed Mom and Alex folders with recommended courses and said they would qualify for a scholarship when ready. We thanked them for their help and left. Alex told Stephanie to call if she needed help with her homework. Mom laughed, and Stephanie said, “You little shit,” and tried to punch me. We said goodbye to Stephanie and drove to the UC Irvine admissions office on our way home.

They looked at his testing folder and then told him to have a seat for a few minutes. Then, a man came out and said his name was Brad Williamson and invited us to his office. According to the office door, he was the admissions manager at UC Irvine. Brad said Alex presented some unique challenges, but they would like me to attend their college. However, we’re in the middle of the semester, so I couldn’t start until the summer or fall.

Alex asked about taking online classes, and they said that was a good option for the short term and gave us a list of courses. Brad said he would submit my scholarship application and notify us when it’s approved. They would have to pay for online classes and be reimbursed when the scholarship is approved. Mom filled out the paperwork, and we left. It was a 15-minute drive down the tollway to our house.

When we arrived at the house, we changed clothes and drove to the dojo. Alex got out, and Mom went to the gym. Sensi and I sparred the entire session, and I was tired when we finished. Alex told Sensi he would read the books before our next training session. Mom picked me up, and we went home, stopping for Mexican dinner at Mi Casa. When we finally got home, we went to bed tired from the long day.

Wednesday at 4 am, Alex meditated and felt a new sense. He could tell Mom slept in the nude, as he did. Then my body got lighter, and his meditation session ended. After exercising, he dressed and ran his route around the subdivision. Now he knew how many people were in each house, which almost caused me to run into a parked car. At the house, at the end of our block, he could see the bathroom light on the second floor, so he concentrated on it. That’s when he almost did a header into the parked car.

Stretching his muscles on the front lawn, the woman he saw in the shower waved as she drove past me. After his shower, Alex dressed, went to the kitchen, and saw a note from Mom. It said she went to her tennis lesson and yoga class. Your breakfast is in the oven. Sign up for the online courses you want with my credit card. Love, Mom. P.S. I’m checking the charges, so no other purchases.

Alex took her credit card, went upstairs, signed up for six online courses, and completed the first exercise of each class. It was still early, so he read two martial arts books, put on a swimsuit, and went to the pool. Alex swam laps in a trance until he felt Mom was home. Finally, he dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist, and lay on the lounge chair. When Mom came outside, Alex whistled and asked if I could sign up for her yoga classes.

She said Not a chance in hell, then asked him about the courses he signed up for, and thought I may have overextended myself. Alex told her he had already completed the first lesson for each class, so he was ok. Mom asked if he had made any other purchases, and he said just one, but it was for you. It will be here at the beginning of next week. Mom kept badgering me about what I ordered for her. He said it had a 100% satisfaction rating, and she would have to wait for the surprise.

Alex got up, and at the French doors, he asked Mom what an adult toy was, then ran inside. Mom yelled, “I am going to kill you,” and could hear her laughing. Alex showered, put on shorts and a T-shirt, and noticed they were tight. When he went downstairs, Mom was in a bathrobe, making lunch. Alex asked her what a lingerie party was, and she turned bright red and squeaked out Why? He told her he was surfing the university classifieds to see if anything was exciting, and there was an ad for one.

Mom said it was women’s underwear and sleep/nightgowns. Alex said So you’re saying I would like it. Boy, he was worried when I signed up. Want to come with me? They have free food/drinks and demos of their products. Mom’s face got red, and I started laughing. Alex stood up, wiggled his hips, and asked if I could pass for an Alexandra. It’s a female-only party. Mom was laughing and then asked Are those your new clothes? He said yes, and must have gone through another growth spurt.

We headed back to the mall with my new clothes and receipts. Mom kept the bags and receipts just in case something went wrong. They wouldn’t return the swimsuit and underwear, but we exchanged everything else. Alex slipped into a man’s thong without Mom noticing, and the saleswoman put in a pair of Speedos free of charge. On the way home, we got BBQ at Sunny’s takeout for dinner. Alex got out at the end of the driveway, picked up the mail, and saw an official-looking letter from the University of Missouri addressed to Mom and Dad.

While eating dinner, Mom went through the mail and saw the letter. Alex said it’s probably notifying you that David’s been expelled for failing too many classes. But David’s an adult, so why tell you unless you’re paying his tuition? Mom ripped open the envelope and said Son of a bitch. She called Dad and chewed him a new asshole. Then, tell your son he’s on his own now. All the perks are turned off. You raised him to be like you, so you got him and said goodbye.

Then, Mom canceled David’s ATM card, car insurance, and apartment lease. Finally, she canceled his mobile phone. Alex had never seen Mom so stressed, so he massaged her shoulders and neck. She fell asleep in the chair, so I picked her up and carried her to bed. Then he cleaned the kitchen, put the leftovers in the fridge, and went to bed.

David Hollister had spent the night partying, and at 3 a.m., he got into his car and drove back to his apartment, but David didn’t make it. Instead, he drifted into the center median, hopped the curb, and hit a street light pole. The police arrested him for DWI and property damage to the city property. David first called his Dad, and he didn’t answer, so he called his Mom, and she picked up and then hung up. Now David knew he was royally fucked.

Chapter 2

Early the next morning, Alex meditated and got used to the new sensation. He could sense everything around me. Then he exercised, dressed, and ran two laps around the subdivision. While stretching in the front yard, the lady on the corner drove past, waving. It was then that he saw her bumper sticker. “I love UCI.” He needed to find out more about her. Free rides are hard to find. Alex went upstairs, showered, dressed, and went to the kitchen.

He hugged Mom and kissed her on the cheek, then gave her a spank on the ass. Alex said Nice and firm, and a spatula flew in my direction, and he told Mom Welcome back. Don’t let those assholes get under your skin. He, on the other hand, is allowed. Mom was laughing, so that was a good sign. While eating breakfast, Mom thanked Alex for the massage and for putting her to bed last night. He went back upstairs and did another lesson on each course and finished the previous two martial arts books. Chi caught his eye; what I’ve experienced could be tied to it. He needed to ask Sensi today.

After changing into his new Speedo, Alex put a towel around his waist and went to the pool. When I started swimming laps, I got into a zone and swam until I sensed Mom was coming out. He got out, laid the towel on the lounge, and lay on his back. Mom came out and said What are you wearing? Alex looked and said, “ Speedo, Mom.” All competition swimmers wear them when competing, and most Europeans do. Then she asked how he got it and said the sales lady gave it to us as a gift. I think it fits well. What do you think?

Mom laughed and said Don’t wear that around your sister or any visiting guests. Now, get ready to go to the dojo. Alex told Mom my eyes were up here, and that did it. She charged, jumped up, and avoided her, then ticked her sides, running to the house. Mom sat on the lounge chair and said that boy will be the death of me. Alex stuck his head outside and said Yeah, but what a way to go. Mom was yelling as I ducked back inside. After showering, he dressed, cautiously entered the kitchen, stopped, and backed up.

Mom smiled and asked if something was bothering me. He said he was just checking to see if any sharp objects were around. Mom said I wouldn’t hurt you much, then smiled. He said good and went out the front door to the car and waited for Mom. When she came out of the back gate, Mom asked how he knew something would happen. Your smile and the way you had your hands behind your back.

Mom dropped me off at the dojo and then went to the gym. Alex gave Sensi the books back and asked about Chi. Sensi said we’d talk after training, so he entered the locker room and changed into my Gi. First, Sensi had me perform all of the punches, kicks, and blocking techniques I had learned to date. Then he added a dozen more, and I had to master each before moving to the next one. We sat in the lotus position when we finished his workout, and Sensi explained what Chi was and how to use it with martial arts. He said everyone has Chi but can rarely access or use it properly. Then Sensi gave me techniques to awaken and grow my internal energy. Alex practiced each one until Sensi was satisfied that he had performed it correctly. Alex bowed and thanked Sensi for his knowledge and help when we finished.

Alex changed, and Mom wasn’t outside, so I went to the gym. She was on the squat machine, so he walked behind her and waited for her to finish. When she finished, Alex lowered his voice and said, “Hey, baby, looking good.” Want to come to my place and cool down? Mom spun around, ready to tell someone off, and saw me and started laughing. The lady beside Mom looked confused, and Mom said This is my youngest son, Alex. Alex, this is my friend Sandy. Watch what you say because I know where you sleep at night. Alex kissed the back of Sandy’s hand and said Pleasure meeting you. Mom said she would be done in a few minutes and for me to wait in the car.

On the drive home, Alex told Mom about the lady at the end of the block and her bumper sticker. Mom said shit, I forgot about Maggie Stewart. She’s a professor at the college. I’ll call her tonight and see if you can ride with her to school next semester. After our showers, we ate dinner and talked about my schoolwork. Alex helped Mom clean up the kitchen, then Mom got on the phone, so he went to his room and practiced chi techniques.

Sensi said that when I found my Chi, I concentrated on awakening and growing my internal energy. So that’s what Alex did, and I started gathering energy around me and passed out. When he woke up, Alex felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and that’s how Mom found me when she entered my room. He was sitting nude in the lotus position, and Mom asked what I was doing. Alex said some exercises Sensi taught me. What’s so important to bring you to my humble abode? Mom said Maggie Stewart wanted to take me to the university tomorrow morning and show me around. Mom said she would be here at 9 a.m. and left, shaking her head. Still feeling light-headed, he got up and went to bed.

On Friday at 4 a.m., Alex meditated, exercised, ran, and tried to access his Chi while running. Alex was able to on the second lap, and it felt like he was floating instead of running. When I stopped to stretch in the front yard, I lost it, and it felt like someone had put 50 pounds on me. So, Alex empowered his Chi, went upstairs, showered, dressed, and lost it again. He thought about both times I lost my Chi and realized why. I had stopped gathering energy both times because I was full.

He had to figure out how to regulate it and keep the tap on. Mom yelled that my breakfast was ready, so I went downstairs and ate. She gave him a credit card if he needed to purchase anything today. Alex hugged and kissed Mom and went outside to wait for Mrs. Stewart. She was right on time, and we talked about the online classes he was taking during the drive. Alex complained that the system wouldn’t let him work faster than two weekly lessons. She raised an eyebrow and asked if I had read all the textbooks. Alex told her he finished them on the first day and would take the final exams if they let me.

We parked in the private parking lot for employees, and Alex followed Mrs. Stewart to her office. Mrs. Stewart introduced me to her assistant, Cheryl Brown. She asked Cheryl to give me a tour of the university while she took care of a few things. Then, we left, and Cheryl asked how old I was as we started our campus tour. Alex said Sure, as soon as you tell me your age. Cheryl chucked and said 24, so he said 13, and she stopped walking. Mrs. Stewart said you were enrolling next semester, and you are 13 years old. I said yes, but I like older women, so we should be fine. That caused Cheryl to laugh, and we continued our tour. Then, we stopped at a cafeteria for a drink.

We had just sat down when Cheryl said Oh no, and Alex looked up to see a big guy walking our way. Cheryl said Reggie, leave us alone. I’m working. He asked who the little shit was and pulled out a chair to sit down. Alex reached under the table, hooked a leg of the chair, and moved it. Reggie fell on his ass, and everyone in the cafeteria was laughing. Reggie gets up and lunges at me across the table. I moved my chair to the side, and he went headfirst into the wall.

Alex asked Cheryl if she was ok, and she was in shock. Security arrived, cuffed Reggie, and hauled him away. He was cussing and yelling that he would kill me as they put him in a police car. Alex asked Cheryl if Reggie was a friend of hers. She said hell no, and he won’t leave me alone. I complained, but his parents are wealthy and have a lot of influence with the university.

We completed our tour, and Mrs. Stewart took me to a conference room. Three other people were sitting at the table, and I was invited to sit. Mrs. Stewart said these are your online professors who want to see you take their final exam. So, for the next 90 minutes, Alex took their exams. When I finished the last one, I got up and stretched. They looked at Mrs. Stewart, said Alex had passed all the exams, and handed her my scores. We returned to her office, and Brad Williamson awaited us. He said my scholarship was approved and gave Alex his admission folder. Brad stood up, said congratulations and welcome to UCI, shook his hand, and left.

Alex was looking through the folder and said It’s too bad I can’t attend UCI. Mrs. Stewart asked why, and he told her about the confrontation in the cafeteria with Reggie. Mom will never allow me to attend the university with an ape-like Reggie threatening to kill me. But, according to Cheryl, Reggie’s parents have a lot of influence, and he gets away with everything. Mrs. Stewart picked up the phone and made a call. She said your nephew assaulted a 13-year-old boy in the cafeteria today. Yes, and I’m calling the police department next. Good, and if I were you, I’d update your resume because the campus police would lay it at your feet, and she hung up.

Mrs. Stewart said Don’t worry about Reggie. He is gone for good. The Irvine Police arrested him this time, and the campus police gave them his file. So, no need to bother your mom with the unpleasant news. Let’s see what the university is giving you. She opened my admissions folder. After reading it, we went to get my student ID card and then to the bookstore. Alex got a new laptop computer and some clothing with the UCI logo, all covered by the scholarship. Then he bought Mom a cute t-shirt and shorts, and we headed home.

Mrs. Stewart sat at the kitchen table with Mom and discussed my options at the university with me. Alex chose computer science and business, and they agreed. Then Rachel gave Mom his test scores and said Alex blew through 6 finals in 90 minutes. His professors were shocked when they graded his exams. So, we signed him up for six more online courses until he could start the summer semester. Mom and I thanked Mrs. Stewart for the help, and she left.

Then Alex gave Mom a gift bag, which she opened and turned bright red. You can’t expect me to wear this, do you? Mom asked. Alex said, Of course, I do. You’ll look good in them, and Rachel, Mrs. Stewart helped me pick your size. And promise to wear them the next time Stephanie comes home. Mom laughed and said Now I know what you’re doing, and I’ll go along. But your sister will be pissed when she sees my outfit.

We ate dinner, went to the den, watched the nightly news, and went to bed. Alex stripped and sat in the lotus position and found my Chi, then imagined a regulator on the energy flow, and it seemed to work. So, he opened it up and felt the energy, then it cut off, but I didn’t lose Chi. Then he scanned my surroundings and found Mom in bed. The couple next door was arguing in the kitchen, and the house on the other side was empty. My range had improved, so he shut it down and slept.

Saturday at 4 am, Alex meditated and exercised, found his Chi, and ran. He could feel everything around me. He checked Mrs. Stewart’s house, and she was in the kitchen. Then he felt danger ahead, so I stopped between two houses. Alex hopped two fences and came up behind the threat I felt. It was Reggie with a baseball bat waiting for me to pass. Alex opened the valve, let the energy flow, then stepped behind Reggie and kicked him in the balls. He’d swear he lifted two feet in the air, then fell on his face. I continued my run home, stretched, then took a shower. After dressing, Alex went to the kitchen and called 911. He reported seeing a man with a baseball bat between two houses on his morning run. Alex gave the operator the addresses and hung up.

Mom made us breakfast, then I called Matt and Alan. They didn’t answer, so Alex asked Mom to drive me to the mall. She asked if I would be all right alone, and Alex told her he would be fine. That wasn’t good enough, so we stopped by the cell phone store, and I got a new cell phone. Speed dial one was home, and two was Mom’s cell. It was like my first day at school when she dropped me off. The hug lasted forever, but she finally left. Alex entered the mall and decided to window shop. Mom gave me $60 to buy something and for lunch. In front of the Calvin Klein store was a notice that a photo shoot was underway, so the store was closed until 4 p.m.

A woman came outside, pulled me into the store, and said, “Look at what I found.” Four people were walking around him, then one said We needed him to strip. Alex said Hold on, and the lady said Paul, don’t scare off the boy. She said I’m Tracy McGovern, and we work for Calvin Klein. Our male model didn’t show up, and we needed a model. So, there will be no nude or risky photos, just underwear, clothes, and some formal wear. Alex agreed, but told them his mom had to sign off on the shoot. So, he changed into some Calvin Klein underwear and came out for inspection. Paul said Oh my god, he’s perfect. Tracy asked my name, and I told her Alex Hollister. Paul said he is muscular but not a bodybuilder, and he looks at his symmetry. He’s perfect.

For the rest of the shoot, Alex was a clothes horse. Toward the end of the shoot, I called Mom and asked her to meet me at the Calvin Klein store. The look on her face when she walked in was priceless. Alex was in a suit and tie, doing different poses. He went behind the curtain to change for the last part of the shoot. Alex walked out, and he heard Oh my god several times. We wrapped up an hour late, but they gave me all the clothes I modeled and a contract for us to sign. Mom begrudgingly approved the photos and would have our lawyer check the contract on Monday.

Mom was quiet on the way home, so Alex said he couldn’t wait for Stephanie to see her brother in a magazine or on a billboard. Mom started laughing and said she would freak out. I said, “Imagine her friends talking about my photos and Stephanie cussing me out and biting her tongue.” Mom said she would kill you for that, for sure. Alex said, “Well, look on the bright side. If they offer me a contract, we get free clothes.”

When we got home, I brought in all the clothes, and Mom emailed the contract to the attorney. He called us 30 minutes later and said it was a standard photo release, so sign it. But if they offer a term contract, call him right away. Those need to be carefully read, thought out, and negotiated. Then, Mom told Andrew about my test results, and now he’s enrolled in a full scholarship at UCI. She smiled and said thanks, and hung up. Then she told me that getting tested and admitted to UCI would strengthen our case.

We read the labels and then started the wash. Mom said those that require hanging dry and ironing are going to the dry cleaners. We ate dinner, then watched some TV and went to bed. I sat in the lotus position, found my Chi, let the energy flow in, and then felt a sudden rush and passed out. Alex woke up sometime later and crawled into bed.

Alex meditated and exercised early Sunday, then ran when I found my Chi. He completed two laps around the subdivision, dove into the pool, and swam to cool down. After showering, Alex dressed, went to the kitchen, ate cereal, and returned to my room. He completed the first lessons on his new online courses, then played with building a program for the final exam on beginning computer programming. Mom called me for lunch, and then we headed to the dojo and gym.

Today, Sensi worked me hard. First, he reviewed what I learned, and then slapped twelve new moves on me. After mastering those, we took a break and sparred until the end of the session. Alex was dripping with sweat when we finished. Mom picked me up and got pizza for dinner on the way home. She reminded me she had tennis and yoga in the morning, so I would be on my own. After dinner, Alex went upstairs and crashed.

Early Monday morning, Alex meditated and exercised, then ran two laps, returning to the front lawn to stretch. He felt something coming close, and it was Mrs. Stewart, so I waved. She whistled as she drove by, and he laughed. After my shower, Alex came downstairs, ate breakfast, went to the pool, and swam. He didn’t bother with a swimsuit because no one was home. Alex finished his laps, and the doorbell rang. He put a towel around my waist and looked through the door peephole. A limo was parked at the curb, so he opened the door. Mom pulled into the driveway, so Alex asked what they needed. They were from Calvin Klein, and I invited them in and directed them to the kitchen table. Alex said he had just gotten out of the pool, so please excuse me for a few minutes to clean up. After taking a quick shower, he dressed and returned downstairs.

Mom read a contract over the phone to our attorney, so I sat and waited. She wrote several things down on the contract, crossed out several others, and then said I will call you back. Mom returned the contract to them and said our attorney recommended those changes. They agreed, and the lady left while the man introduced himself. Alex and Mrs. Hollister, I’m Todd Caswell, VP of modeling services for Calvin Klein. We were blown away by your photo shoot and offered you a contract to model exclusively for us. Your mom and the lawyer agreed to an agreement with us. How does that sit with you? Alex said it sounded good to him if Mom approves. The lady returned with two printed contracts and said she emailed a copy to your attorney. Mom’s phone rang, and Andrew said it was okay to sign. Mom signed the contracts, then Todd gave her a check and said Let’s go over the highlights for Alex.

Todd said this is a base contract, which calls for six shoots a year. Two of those are extended shoots up to a week. The other four are two days at most. We’ll need other shoots, which will pay additional money and require you’re okay. Your mom will accompany you on the shoots because you’re a minor, and we pay all the expenses. We realize you’re a college student and do martial arts, so we will work around your schedule on the shoots. The longer shoots we will schedule for your school breaks and holidays. Good, so far, and Alex said yes. Then you will be assigned a manager to work with you on schedules, travel, and lodging. That covers the highlights, except we want you to wear Calvin Klein as much as possible, and all your clothes are free.

Todd said I would have your manager call to schedule shoots before the summer school session. It would be great to get in one long shoot, too. Todd stood up, shook our hands, thanked us for joining the Calvin Klein team, and left. Alex asked, What’s the real deal and Mom laughed. She knew you wouldn’t let it go, so you are not getting paid anything. It goes into a trust that no one can touch but you and me. We are employees of the trust and receive an allowance. Your dad, brother, or sister can’t get to your money. Technically, Calvin Klein employs the trust, so finding the money will be next to impossible. When your dad sees those ads, he’s coming for some cash. Your ads hit next week, so brace yourself for rude, crude, and gross comments. You’re a public figure now, so you’re under the microscope. Pick your nose, and it’s on the news, so be careful. Alex said I got it. Nothing in public, and beware in private.

During dinner, Mom said we’re installing a camera and security system this week, and the locks are being upgraded. So, everyone but you and me will be locked out. Welcome to celebrity status. After dinner, we went to bed. Alex sat in lotus, acceded Chi, let the energy in, and put the regulator on when I was full. The couple next door was having sex. No, that was the next house up the block. His range expanded, and I checked the other homes, and our next-door neighbors were arguing again. The house on the other side was still empty, and I looked hard and saw why it looked empty. Four dead bodies were on the living room floor. Alex looked at the garage and saw stacks of boxes, so he would check those out tomorrow morning, and went to bed.

On Tuesday at 4 a.m., Alex meditated and exercised, dressed in dark sweats and gloves, affirmed Chi, and hopped on the backyard fence. He went to the garage’s side door, which was open. Nothing was alive, so I entered, closed the door, and turned on the light. There were over twenty boxes stacked in the garage, so he opened one. It was full of foreign language programs that were government-issued. Alex moved it aside and opened the second box, and it was the same, so I pulled out one program, opened it, and closed its backup. They were foreign language programs. Each box had over twelve languages’ instruction CDs.

All the boxes were identical, so he took one and ensured he didn’t leave any finger or footprints. Alex returned home and put the Japanese one on the computer when I got to my room. He listened to all eight CDs for the Japanese program and started speaking Japanese. Then, he took out the Mexican/Spanish one and put the rest in his closet. After my shower, Alex ate breakfast and listened to the Mexican language program. At the end of the eighth disk, he spoke perfect Mexican/Spanish.

Then Alex looked at the programming on the disks through the root directory and found hidden files. He opened a few and knew they were in trouble with a capital T. They listed stash places worldwide, and one was in our town. He looked at the Japanese CDs, and there were no hidden files. He would be willing to bet the Mexican CDs were the guide, put everything back in the box, and hide it in his closet.

He needed to build a stash place to hide things. After changing into my swim trunks, Alex swam laps in the pool. He got into the zone and stopped when Mom called me. Wait, where was Mom when she called me? Alex looked through the house, and there was no mom, so he checked the garage and found no car or Mom. Then he ran into the house, got his phone, and opened the Find My Phone app. She was at the gym shit. Alex called Uber and then Lyft, and they picked him up in 5 minutes.

When I got to the gym, Mom’s car was in the parking lot, but no Mom. He walked behind the building, and a man stood with a metal bar over Mom. Alex empowered Chi, sprinted, planted one foot, and kicked him in the balls. He flew up, then came down on his head. Alex helped Mom get up and asked what she was doing at the gym so early. She said a friend called and asked for a ride.

The man started to moan, so Alex kicked him in the head and pulled out his wallet. His name was Joe Rider, a PI, and Alex found his keys in his front pocket and then pressed unlock on the key fob. A Dodge 1500 beeped, so I went to the truck. Joe’s laptop was in the front seat, and nothing else was on it. Alex took the laptop, locked the truck, and told Mom to drive us home. He chucked the keys and wallet on the way home. When we got home, he opened the laptop, which required a four-digit code.

Alex went through the common codes 1234 and 4321, and it opened. After disabling GPS and WIFI, he searched for Rachel Hollister and Rachel Wilson and hit paydirt. Joe’s work files were in a hidden subdirectory, so I ran upstairs, grabbed a USB stick, returned, and copied the files. Then, Alex looked at Joe’s email and pictures. I copied those, shut down the laptop, went to the kitchen, got some aluminum foil, and wrapped the laptop twice.

He asked Mom if something was wrong with Grandfather. She looked at him and then made a call. Tears ran down her face, and Mom said she understood and hung up. Mom said that was her dad’s housekeeper, Mable, and your grandfather passed last night. He kept his illness private and told no one, and there will be no service or reception per his request, according to Mable. Alex got up, hugged Mom, sat her down, and got some water for her. Then Alex asked if something had happened to you, who was the next in line, and Mom looked up in shock. My cousin David Spears, why do you ask? Alex said he had another question: How long have you known Sandy, your workout partner? Mom said about a month, and she was the one needing a ride. Why?

Alex said ok, follow my thinking and see if it makes any sense. Your dad was ill and told no one, but your cousin David Spears found out somehow. He hired a private detective to investigate you, then hired Sandy to get information on you and us. Upon discovering your father had died, he panicked and activated his plan to kill you. Sandy calls you for a ride and isn’t there when you arrive. Joe Rider, the PI, pulls into the alley and attempts to kill you and make it look like a mugging. Mom was quiet for a few minutes, then said Son of bitch, you’re right. David was always trying to kiss Dad’s ass, offering to mow his lawn, run errands, or drop by unexpectedly. He probably conned Mable and got the information from her. Mom asked What do I do now?

Alex said to call your lawyer and update your will asap. David’s time has passed, and he lost any chance of inheritance because you were alive after your dad died. So, update your will now for safety’s sake and call your dad’s attorney. He should know what’s happening, too. Mom made several phone calls, then we went to her attorney’s office. Alex sat in reception while she met with her attorney. Mom drove me to the dojo when we were done and watched me work out with Sensi. At the end of the workout, Sensi gave me a quarterstaff and some metsubushi (Japanese pepper spray) for Mom and me. Sensi showed us how to use it and then said to carry the quarterstaff when running in the mornings. Alex bowed and thanked Sensi in Japanese for his help, which shocked him and Mom. Then Sensi asked in Japanese how I learned his language and laughed when I told him.

On the way home, she asked the same question, and Alex told her I had taken an online course. We stopped at In-N-Out for takeout dinner on the way home. While eating dinner, he asked Mom if she wanted me to go to tennis and yoga tomorrow. She smiled and said yes, as long as you don’t stare or make suggestive comments like you do to me, laughing. Alex hugged her goodnight and said, You take all the fun out of it. When he arrived at his bedroom, Alex stripped, sat in the lotus position, and affirmed Chi. He opened the energy tap and put on the regulator when I was full. Then, I scanned the neighborhood and saw a parked car two doors down from us. It had two men in it, and they were watching our house.

Alex zoomed in on them and thought it would be good to hear their conversation. Suddenly, I could listen to their conversation. One man said I don’t care what you say. I’m not killing anyone without payment up front. David Spear is a flake who can stiff us or delay payment after the job, and we’re stuck. Let’s find out if he has the money before we kill someone. They started the car and drove away. Alex checked the neighbors. The couple two doors down must be newlyweds because they were having sex again. Our next-door neighbors were arguing as usual, and no one had discovered the bodies yet. Alex closed his Chi and went to bed.

On Wednesday at 4 am, Alex meditated and exercised, picked up my quarterstaff, found Chi, and ran my route around the subdivision, checking out the homes as I passed. Mrs. Stewart was in the shower and looking good, then I saw the twins in the pool, swimming nude. They looked about his age or a little older and had bodies to die for, but he continued and finished my run, stretching in the front yard. Mrs. Stewart whistled as she passed, and I waved and headed to the shower. After dressing, Alex grabbed his quarterstaff, metsubushi, and met Mom in the kitchen.

We stopped for a drive-thru breakfast on the way to her tennis lesson. It wasn’t interesting, so Alex scanned the area until she finished. Then, he waited for her to change in the locker room, and they had their yoga class on the clubhouse patio. Alex enjoyed the view and forced himself to scan the area occasionally. On the way home, we stopped at Nick’s Subs for lunch and brought it home. While eating lunch, Mom said the security installations start tomorrow. So, I would need to order Uber or Lyft for the dojo. Next, we changed into swimsuits and lay by the pool. Well, Mom did while he swam laps, then he joined her. After our showers, we ate dinner and went to bed.

Alex sat in lotus, empowered Chi, and tuned on the energy tap. My range expanded again, and now I could see three houses on either side of us and the two houses across the street and behind us. He checked them out, and there was nothing too exciting, so he closed Chi and went to bed.

Early Thursday morning, Alex meditated and exercised, grabbed my quarterstaff, acceded Chi, and ran my route around the subdivision, checking out the houses. Nothing exciting happened during my run today. Alex stretched on the front lawn, waved to Mrs. Stewart, headed to the shower, dressed, and ate breakfast. At 7:30 a.m., we were invaded by three crews. One was the alarm system crew. The second was the security camera crew; the final crew installed security doors and screens.

It was a madhouse, so Alex went to his room, did online lessons for each class, and then worked on my computer programming final project. He went downstairs for lunch, then returned to my room and learned the languages of Farci and French. Lyft picked me up for my lesson at the dojo.

Sensi and I sparred at full speed for half of the session. It seemed Alex was on the ground more than standing up. Then, at the end of sparring, Sensi showed me how Chi works with martial arts. It was no wonder he was kicking my ass. Sensi could hit me without actually touching me with Chi. Next, Sensi showed me how he threw me, and I duplicated the movements. Sensi said that when you open your Chi, you can direct your power to do many things. We finished with weapons training and started with the quarterstaff.

Lyft picked me up, and the crews were gone for the day when I arrived home. Mom had dinner ready and said we have an appointment with our attorney at 9 a.m., then with Grandfather’s attorney at noon. So, the crews should be ok while we’re gone. We finished dinner and went to bed. Alex sat in lotus and established Chi, then opened the energy valve, and when I was full, he put the regulator back on and scanned the neighborhood. Neighbors were arguing and having sex, and then there were the twins. Yes, they lived behind the house across the street and were a welcome sight. Alex turned off his Chi and went to bed.

Chapter 3

Friday at 4 a.m., Alex meditated and exercised, grabbed my quarterstaff, and acceded Chi. Then, I ran my route around the subdivision, checking out the houses. He finished his run, stretched in the front yard, and headed to the shower. He dressed and came downstairs for breakfast, and then the mayhem started again. We had supervisors on the site today, so Alex went upstairs, put small pieces of paper in the closet and bedroom doors, and then locked them.

Alex met Mom in the car and drove to our attorney’s office. We went into his office together today, and Mom signed her new will. Then, we signed the trust documents. Mom and I got credit cards as employees, then Andrew Givens gave us an update on our school case. The district made an offer, and we rejected it. Alex said to send a letter to them, saying new information had come to light, so that we would see you in court. Andrew said if that didn’t get them going, nothing would, and we left for our next appointment.

Alex was invited to the will reading with Mom and David Spear. The attorney read the will of Jonas Wilson. David got $50k, and he screamed, “I’m challenging the will. That isn’t right.” When he was, though, the attorney resumed, and Mom got $50k, too. David was in shock and couldn’t say shit or challenge anything. The rest of the estate was in a trust managed by Mom, his only living direct descendant. When the attorney said, “That’s it.”

He handed Mom and David their checks, and Alex told David loudly. I know you hired people to kill my mother. I have names, dates, and records. The last two refused to do the job without advance payment. I am going to the FBI on Monday to give them my evidence. If I were you, I’d run far and fast because they will come after you. David ran out the door, and the attorney asked if it was true. Alex said yes, we stopped the first one, and the second failed because David didn’t have the money.

The attorney explained that the trust her father set up was before his death. It wasn’t part of the estate, so David couldn’t challenge it. The attorney said Jonas had great foresight to anticipate what would happen upon his death. So, Mom signed the trust paperwork and was given her copy. Mom asked if I was going to provide the evidence to the FBI. Alex said, hell no, we don’t have much proof, but it sure scared the shit out of David. Mom laughed and agreed.

When we got home, the crews were finishing and cleaning up. Alex checked his room, and no one went inside. He changed and went for a swim while the alarm crew finished. We were given instructions and a manual on the alarm and camera systems. They left, Mom cooked dinner, and we checked the cameras while eating. The cameras were recorded on a hard drive in the closet and in the cloud. Finally, we set the alarm and went to bed.

Saturday at 4 am, Alex meditated and exercised, got my quarterstaff, acceded Chi, and ran my route around the subdivision, checking out all the houses. He did it for his safety to spot a change and be alerted. After stretching on the front lawn, He showered, dressed, and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Alex ate cereal and a bagel while reading the news on the internet. Reggie Williams made the news. His father, State Senator Thomas Williams, was arrested for trying to bribe the DA prosecuting his son, Reggie Williams. The other information was that my CK ads came out two days early, and I knew our phone would ring off the hook.

Mom came out, and Alex showed her the ads. She said Impressive package, laughing. Alex said, Thanks, but what about the phones? Mom said to screen the calls and avoid your Dad’s calls. So that’s what we did. We lay by the pool until lunchtime, then went inside and ate lunch. Stephanie called Mom’s cell. Alex said Let’s have some fun, and I answered Rachel Hollister’s phone. He put it on speaker, and Stephanie said Put Mom on the phone now! Alex said he can’t, Steph. She’s playing volleyball. That’s a great save, Mom. Volleyball, where the hell are you? We’re at a nudist resort in Cancun, Mexico. Good strike, Mom. Nudist resort, have you guys lost your minds? Sorry, Steph, I have to go. Three guys are trying to pick up Mom, and I promised to protect her. See ya, and I hung up.

Mom was busting up laughing, and she said Stephanie will kill you when she finds out the truth. Alex said yes, but it threw her off her game about the ads. Just think about what is going through her mind now. My pictures have been forgotten. Mrs. Stewart is calling you, Mom, and Alex handed her the phone. Mom said hello, Maggie, what’s going on? Are you sure it’s him? Well, then, I guess it is. Do you want an autograph? Oh, no on the body autographs because of his age, but photos are ok. Ok, I’ll tell him thanks and goodbye. Mom said I hadn’t had this much fun in a long time, laughing. Oh, Maggie says, you look hot. Alex said thanks.

The next call was from Dad, and Mom picked up, saying Yes, Thomas, what can I do for you today? Stephanie said what? Nudist resorts, no, they’re called clothing-optional resorts. Now get with the times, Thomas. Modeling? Well, yes, he posed for some pictures, but as a professional model, he is not. Besides, he only received clothes for the shoot. No, Thomas, you made a choice in writing long ago to abandon our family for that tart you knocked up. So, we don’t need your help or assistance.

Help your oldest son get his act together after you molded him in your image. Well, you can try, but remember, if you lose and they reopen it, you owe a shit load of money. Even then, you have no right to anything he earns, but try, and let’s see how foolish you look. And the press coverage could hurt your job status as a deadbeat Dad trying to steal his abandoned son’s money. Yeah, it wouldn’t look good at all. Have a day, and she hung up laughing.

Mom said, “God, that felt good telling that asshole where to go. “ Stephanie’s on my shit list, calling her dad and complaining about me. She knows the score, so let her dangle in the wind for a while. We went back outside and relaxed until it was dinner time. After dinner, we watched some TV and then went to bed.

Alex meditated and exercised early Sunday morning, picked up the quarterstaff, and acceded to Chi. Then he took off for my run around the subdivision, checking out the houses and scanning the area. No one was up and about, and after my second lap, He dove into the pool, cooled off, stretched, showered, and ate breakfast. Then, I started upstairs and sensed something was wrong, so I went to my bedroom and empowered Chi. Someone was digging in the next-door dead neighbor’s yard.

Alex ran downstairs, went to the fence, and loudly said, “Honey, call the cops. Someone is in the neighbor’s yard, and they’re getting away. I’ll get my shotgun and shoot the bastard. Alex peeked over the fence, and he was gone. But next to the garage was a shovel and a two-foot round hole. He jumped the fence, checked the spot, and whatever was in there, he didn’t get it. Grabbing the shovel, He dug another foot and hit metal. Alex dug around it until he found the sides and lifted out a two-foot square box.

After filling the hole and wiping down the shovel, Alex dropped the box over the fence, hopped over, and took it to the garage. Alex set the box on the workbench and opened it. It was filled with cash and a dozen USB sticks. He found a tracking device in a bundle of cash and crushed it. After clearing the space, I removed the USB sticks and some money and slid the box under the bench. Alex heard sirens, so I went to my room, put the money and USB sticks in my closet, and went out the front door.

Two police cars pulled up in front of the dead neighbor’s house. Two police officers exited their vehicles. One went to the front door, the other went into the backyard. Soon, our street was a sea of flashing lights, and Mom joined me on the porch. The whole neighborhood was out watching the show. Mom asked what was happening next door. Alex said some old guy had a heart attack humping his assistant. He asked if Dad was in the area, and Mom hit me laughing.

Soon, the three-letter group showed up, and much yelling ensued. Finally, the news vans pulled up. Alex told Mom Let’s go inside so we’re not part of the shit show on the news. He closed our driveway gate so the news assholes wouldn’t enter our backyard. Alex went upstairs, put on his swimsuit, went to the pool, and swam laps. Mom came out and joined me, then the doorbell rang. Alex put a towel around his waist and looked through the peephole. It was two men in suits, so I cracked the door and asked what they wanted.

We want to ask questions about your next-door neighbors. Alex asked to see some IDs. One man said, “Listen to me, you little shit. Open the door now.” Alex said that in school, the police officers always told us to ask for ID before opening the door. So, “Have a good day,” and I closed the door. Mom was on the phone with our attorney and asked me to forward the door camera footage to him.

After I sent it, another loud banging on the front door. Alex called 911 and reported someone was trying to break into our house. The operator said to stay on the line. I’m dispatching officers now. The voice outside yelled Open the door, or I’m kicking it in. More sirens arrived, and some yelling went on out front. Finally, someone pushed the doorbell, and I cracked the door. The police officer said he was Captain Sanders and was responding to a 911 call. Alex told him two men in suits demanded entry to our house and refused to show me their IDs. Then they threatened me and started trying to break in. I sent the video footage to our lawyer, who had me write something for you. Hold on, and I closed the door, grabbed a piece of paper, and reopened the door.

To the police responding to the 911 call. I’m Andrew Givens, the homeowner’s attorney. Please remove all police personnel from the property now. I will be at your station in the morning to file charges against two men who are threatening the minor occupant. Please have your chief ready to receive the paperwork. Captain Sanders said I understand, and we will leave you alone, and walked away. He stopped to talk with the two and ushered them off our property.

When Alex returned to the kitchen, Mom asked where I came up with that line of crap. Police shows and the internet. But I will bet you $20 Andrew Givens will file charges and restraining orders Monday morning. You’re right, Mom acknowledged, but what was wrong with those two detectives? Alex said many things, but stopping eating donuts so they could find their dicks would undoubtedly help. Mom fell out of her chair laughing.

Mom and I ate lunch and returned to lie by the pool. Sensi called and canceled our training session for today and wanted longer sessions on Tuesday and Thursday. Mom agreed, and Alex heard a noise on the other side of the fence, so I quietly moved toward the fence. There was a photographer with a telephoto lens taking pictures of us. He grabbed the lens, and the camera came with it, and there was a crashing sound on the other side. Returning to the pool, I went through the photos.

Alex showed Mom the pictures, then she saw hers and said I’ll kill the fucker. So, I popped out the memory card and looked at the camera. It was a professional Canon EOS R3 with a 70-400 zoom lens. Alex returned to the fence, boosted myself up, and looked over. The man was on the ground, not moving, so I hopped over the fence, grabbed his camera bag, and hopped back. When he got back, Alex went through his bag. He had over 50 memory cards, seven lenses, and a bunch of accessories.

We called it a day, went inside, cleaned up, ate dinner, and went to bed. Alex sat in the lotus position and established Chi, and noticed I was full of power, so I looked around my area of view. Mom was asleep, the neighbors next door were fighting again, and the man next to the fence was gone. So, I closed my Chi and went to sleep.

Early Monday morning, Alex meditated and exercised, grabbed a quarterstaff and affirmed Chi, then ran my route around our subdivision. He was acutely aware of everything around him. That was a new improvement as I scanned the houses around me. The twins were swimming, so they were on or training for the swim team. He passed Mrs. Stewart’s house, and she was getting out of the shower. Like Mom, she was in great shape, and I finished my second lap and stretched in the yard. Mrs. Stewart honked the horn, and I waved as she passed. After taking my shower, I dressed and met Mom in the kitchen. Alex told her he needed Sharpies, and she laughed and said I think it’s too soon, but we can get some.

We stopped for drive-thru breakfast, and tennis and yoga were the same. Alex kept his eye out and didn’t perv on the ladies in their skin-tight yoga outfits. On the way home, Andrew Givens called and said there was a restraining order in place for the police, and they couldn’t show up unless we requested it. He also filed a lawsuit against the police department and the two detectives for excessive force, attempted kidnapping, threatening a minor, trespassing, and making terrorist threats. Andrew said it wouldn’t see the light of day. They already made a settlement offer. And if those two detectives show up, use whatever force is necessary to stop them because they were suspended for 90 days. We thanked him for his help and said goodbye.

A box truck was parked in the driveway next door when we arrived home. The men loaded the boxes from the garage and were gone 15 minutes later. Mom and I ate lunch, then Alex went upstairs to do the lessons for his six online classes. He finished at 4 pm, put on my swimsuit, and swam laps in the pool until dinner. We were eating dinner, and Steph called. Mom answered and told her to grow up or stop calling. Alex hasn’t done anything wrong, and I would bet your friends would be thrilled to know he’s your brother. Too bad you’re such a bitch because Alex has two one-week shoots in exotic locations with all expenses paid. That doesn’t include trips to New York, London, or France.

Oh, by the way, call your father again, and he can pay for your fucking expenses, and hung up. Mom said that the girl had been coddled for too long. Steph needs to learn that there is more to life than Stephanie. Alex got up and massaged Mom’s shoulders and neck, and when she got sleepy, Mom thanked him and went to bed. Alex yelled if she needed him to tuck you in, and all I heard was laughter.

After cleaning the kitchen, Alex went upstairs and sat nude in the lotus position. When I established Chi, I checked my energy levels. They were full, so I explored the area around the house. Two doors down was a black SUV with the detectives inside. He zoomed in, and they planned on kidnapping Mom and me and taking us to their cabin in the mountains. Zooming in closer to the driver, I could read his thoughts. That was a new skill I needed to explore. He was one sick asshole named George Gamble, and his partner was Joe Coats.

The things they planned to do to Mom and me made me sick. Alex dressed in black and wore my black ski mask and gloves. On the way out, I grabbed my quarterstaff and metsubushi and went out the patio doors. Then Alex hopped the side fence and maneuvered to the back of the SUV. Joe and George were talking and drinking vodka from the bottle. Alex approached the front passenger window and sprayed Joe, then George, with the metsubushi. While they panicked, he hit Joe with the quarterstaff, then George. The bottle of vodka and George’s cigarette fell to the floor. When the fire started, Alex disappeared into the night and returned home. He stripped, put his clothes in the washer, started the load, and went to bed. For some reason, the fire engines and sirens didn’t wake me up.

On Tuesday at 4 am, Alex meditated and exercised, got the quarterstaff and acceded his Chi, then ran the subdivision, checking my surroundings. He saw and felt nothing in the first loop, but on the second loop, he felt a threat two houses away. So, I stopped and cut through two backyards to see what the danger was and laughed. It was a skunk, so he cut through another yard and went home. As Alex was stretching, Mrs. Stewart stopped at the curb, exited, and said, “You’re looking good, Alex.”

He faked pulling out a pen and asked where she would like the autograph. Maggie laughed hard at that and then asked how my studies were going. Alex said the same as last time. I do a maximum of two weekly lessons and wait for the final. My computer programming final project is finished, and he’s just waiting for them to allow me to finish. Mrs. Stewart said to plan on coming to the university this Friday with me, and I’ll see what I can do. Alex thanked her, and she took off, and I went to the shower.

Alex met Mom in the kitchen and asked if it was ok to go with Maggie to sign autographs at the girls’ gym lockers on Friday. She said no and laughed, but you can go with Mrs. Stewart to the university, and smiled. You knew before me, didn’t you? Mom said Maggie called me yesterday, and I said it was ok. He wondered if she would be ok alone on Friday, and Mom said she had made arrangements to ride with two other ladies. We ate breakfast, then I went upstairs, pulled out two USB sticks from the metal box, put one in the computer, and ran a virus check. It was clean, so I checked the file directories. Each file had twelve numbers, so I selected the first one and knew immediately that they were operational files for operations run by the US government worldwide. I was reading one in Germany against a right-wing fascist group with ties to Russia and QAnon ideology. The team helped interrupt the group’s operation. Alex checked all 12 USB sticks, and they were the same, so he put them away.

Then Alex stress-tested his final project in computer programming. It was a word game, and each letter appeared one second after the previous one until the word was displayed. Then four answers popped up for the word definition. You had 5 seconds to select the answer. What made it unique was the word letter came up in reverse, making it difficult to guess the word. Also, all the answers were correct. He randomly scrambled the word definitions on three of the four answers, so you had to pick the right one. Alex called Mom upstairs to play the game, and she was cussing up a storm. So, I slowed the game to 10 seconds, and she got every one right, then smiled and understood the game.

Then we ate and went to the dojo. Sensi smiled at me when I entered, and I knew something was up. First, Sensi tested me, then added another dozen moves. We took a short break when I mastered them, then sparred at full speed with pads and headgear. We stopped when I slowed down, took another break, and talked about Chi and its healing abilities. He explained the theory and application, and then we went to the back room. Today’s weapon was throwing knives and stars. Sensi had a dummy set up to receive efforts, and I spent the rest of the session mastering the throwing movements, and we called it a day. Alex bowed and thanked him in Japanese for the instructions.

Mom picked me up, and we got Italian food to take out for dinner on the way home. We ate dinner and then watched the local news. The vehicle fire on our block caught our eye. The news reporter said two suspended detectives died in a vehicle fire in a residential neighborhood overnight. Why they were there is a mystery, and authorities reported alcohol was involved. Mom switched the TV to one of her shows, so I went to bed. Sitting in the lotus position, Alex established his Chi and checked my energy level. It was full, so following the Sensi instructions, I examined my body. Starting at my feet, I worked my way up to my brain. I noticed a blood flow restriction in one area, so I envisioned it opening up, and it did. It caused me to pass out from the sudden rush. Alex woke up later and crawled into bed.

Wednesday at 4 am, I meditated, then exercised and grabbed my quarterstaff. Once established, Chi, I took off for my run and immediately sensed my surroundings and the houses. Everything seemed more precise and focused. I stumbled twice at what I saw in the homes, but from then on, I ignored those images, dialing back the focus, and had no further problems on my run. I stretched my muscles on the front lawn, and Mrs. Stewart pulled up and parked. Alex asked if she had decided where she wanted my autograph, and Mrs. Stewart said Not today or ever and smiled. I said, dam, I need practice writing on curves and angles, which caused her to laugh.

We walked inside, and I asked if she was collaborating with my mom again, and she said Of course. Your mom told me about your game, and I would like to see it. So, we entered my bedroom, and I set up the game for her to play while I showered. When Alex returned, Mrs. Stewart was cursing at my program. So, he adjusted the time to 10 seconds, and she smiled and then made a suggestion. Why don’t you make a sliding bar adjustment on the game? Alex said the game’s purpose is to test your Cognitive abilities. Letting the player or user adjust the speed would defeat the purpose. How about I start the test at 10 seconds and gradually increase the speed until they fail, and it gives a score? Mrs. Stewart liked it and asked how long it would take to adjust. Alex said 5 to 10 minutes, and she said to do it, and then we’re going to the university.

After changing the programming and testing it, we headed to the university. I told Mrs. Stewart I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but having people make arrangements for you without your input or knowledge is unnerving. Once in a while, it’s a surprise. However, multiple times is controlling, and he will start to resist or refuse. I know everyone means well, but if my mom does this again, I’ll put the brakes on until everyone is on the same page. Mrs. Stewart said she brought this subject up with my mom and said it would be no problem. Now I see the issue and will make our arrangements together to keep your mom in the loop. Alex thanked her for understanding, and we arrived at the university.

Walking into the building, I asked what had happened to your classes for today? Mrs. Stewart said I have teaching assistants who can cover my classes. I’m not particularly eager to do that too often, but once in a while is ok. We entered a large conference room, and over 15 people were sitting at the table. Mrs. Stewart said Everyone, this is my neighbor and ICU freshman Alex Hollister. If he passes his exams today, he will be a sophomore in the summer semester. Today, we are looking at Alex’s final project for beginning computer programming. So, without further bullshit, I’ll let Alex explain his project.

Thanks for the excellent setup, Mrs. Stewart. There were some chuckles. Alex said I struggled to find something for my final project. Games will probably rule the day, and I wanted something different. So, when I took the entrance tests, one was to test my Cognitive abilities. It was a joke because I could spend as much time as needed. So, I designed a program that tests those abilities. I’ve read that cognitive abilities are one thing you can change in your brain with exercises to stimulate growth.

The program scores 1 to 10, with 10 being the lowest score. The time limit starts at 10 seconds once the word is displayed. After you get four right, it begins again, and you lose a second. When you reach 4 seconds, the program changes. With 4 seconds, you have to get six answers right to advance. Answer ten definitions right with 4 seconds for each, and you will be at the top of the class and win the number 1 ranking. Eight right is 2nd, and so on. Now, what was your ranking, Mrs. Stewart? She turned red and said 8.

Mrs. Stewart and I watched as each professor took the test. Then one professor said Alex should take it and show us what you can do. After that, they all got up and watched me take my test. When I finished, they said shit and dam and sat back down. So now everyone understands this isn’t an IQ test. All it does is give benchmarks or starting points. It would be interesting to develop programs to improve those marks and see their ancillary effects on memory or motor skills. You know, kind of like a gym for the brain. So that’s my project, and I hope I got a passing grade. There was laughter in the room, and Mrs. Stewart and I left to get some lunch. After lunch, Alex took five exams and finished at 4:30 p.m. On the ride home, Mrs. Smith said to expect some phone calls about the program you wrote. The chatter in the room, after we left, was surprising, according to one professor.

Mrs. Stewart walked in with me, and we sat at the kitchen table with Mom. She told Mom I passed my exams and had completed my final project for computer programming. I will be a sophomore entering the summer semester, and I am recommended to take a break until then to rest up. Mom got excited and said your manager at CK called and wanted to schedule dates. I’ll call her back and plan some shoots. The room was quiet. Mrs. Stewart got up and said I’ll leave now so you can talk, and then left. Mom looked at me and said What’s the matter, Alex.

Alex said he found out this morning that I was presenting my project for review today instead of Friday. No one bothered to tell me so that I could prepare for it. I had to jam to make changes to the program. I was stretching on the lawn when Mrs. Stewart showed up. Then she wanted to see the program while I was sweaty and trying to get showered and dressed. Thinking I was turning in the project, I had to give a presentation to 15 college professors on the fly. I told the same thing to Mrs. Stewart, and she thought you told me. We came to an agreement that I would be involved in future discussions.

Mom said, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Unfortunately, you had already gone to bed when I called her. In hindsight, I should have said to wait and see if you were ready.

Now, I agree we should do the modeling as much as possible before the summer session. I want to be involved so I know what’s going on. When the manager calls, tell her I want to be involved with scheduling and help select or get pictures of the models so I can prepare. Maybe you can sit on my lap and practice posing with me so I get used to it. Mom was laughing so hard she couldn’t respond. All she got out was pictures, lap, and pose. Then she settled down and said You’ll have to learn as you go. Alex said, You’re cruel, throwing your son to the wolves. Maybe I’ll rise and meet the challenge, and Mom punched me.

It was late, so we ate dinner and went to bed. I sat in the lotus position and empowered Chi. My energy stores were low, so I opened the regulator and filled it up. Then I explored the area around the house. The next-door neighbors weren’t arguing anymore. She had him bent over the couch, spanking his ass with a paddle. Alex thought that was a unique solution, so I moved on. Everyone but the newlyweds was asleep, so I closed out Chi and went to bed.

Thursday at 4 am, Alex woke up sore and stiff. After stretching, I meditated and exercised, grabbed my quarterstaff and acquired Chi, then ran my route around the subdivision. The twins weren’t out, and Mrs. Stewart was getting up when I noticed an unmarked police car parked at the end of our block. I circled the block, entered our house from behind, and went to my room. I got my newly acquired camera and put in a memory card, then went out the front door and hid behind the bushes. Adjusting the zoom, I took pictures of the man’s face, then zoomed out and took photos of the car and license plate. Returning to my room, I stretched, showered, dressed, and went to the kitchen.

Mom said she was carpooling, so I was free, but don’t get into trouble. I smiled and said I never caused you any trouble, and Mom said No, just migraines, leaving laughing. I went out the front door and watched Mom drive away, and the unmarked police car started moving. I called Mom on the cell phone and told her she was being followed, so she should quickly circle the block and return home. She was on our block again when the unmarked police car attempted to pull Mom over. Mom stopped in front of our house, and the police car stopped behind her. I gathered my Chi and sprinted towards his car. The officer got out, and I went airborne and hit the car door with both feet. He was crushed between the door and the car frame, screaming, so Alex knocked him out.

Mom was on the phone, so I sat and meditated to relax. Mom shook me and asked if I was ok, and Alex told her he was okay. Then, he started taking pictures of the car and its contents with my phone. On the front seat were a hood, duct tape, a bag of pills, and two bottles of water. Then the shit show started. The ambulance arrived first, then the police, followed by our attorney. Alex wouldn’t let any police near the car until Captain Sanders arrived. When he came, he sent everyone away but two police officers and asked what had happened. Alex looked at our attorney, who said to proceed, so I told the Captain what had happened. Then I showed him what was in the front seat, and there was a lot of cursing.

Andrew Givens asked Captain Sanders who the policeman was in the car. He said Detective Rod Jones and Andrew told the Captain to notify the Chief of Police that he would be there at 1 p.m. We have pictures of everything, including your detective lying in wait at the end of the street. Andrew, Mom, and I entered the house while Captain Sanders supervised the evidence collection and cleanup. Andrew told us not to stop for any police in the city. Instead, pull into a fire station or emergency ward and request that they call the highway patrol. I think your problems with Rod Jones are over. I’ll update you after my meeting with the Chief and Andrew leaves.

Mom looked at the time and said I have time to go to yoga, so let’s go. So, she did yoga, and I watched 15 women contort their bodies into strange forms. Mom was exiting with a young woman in her late 20s when her friend saw me. She said Rachel, who is this hunk and before Mom could answer, Alex said I’m Antonio, Mrs. Hollister’s masseuse and boy toy. She is a demanding client, but we work the kinks out, right, madam? When Mom stopped laughing, she said Lori, this hunk is my youngest pain in the ass, son Alex. I took Lori’s hand, kissed it, and said I’m free Tuesdays. And Mom added he’s thirteen, so don’t get your panties wet, Lori, Mom told her while we were leaving.

On the way home, Alex asked Mom if Lori’s panties were wet, and she laughed. Then she explained it as a saying used when a woman gets excited and no more questions about it, Alexander. I didn’t say anything more but smiled all the way home, and Mom knew it. We were eating lunch when Ali Davies, our CK manager, called. Mom told Ali I was done with school until the end of June, and Ali said Good because we need you in New York for the weekend. Ali said she’d book your flight out of Orange County tomorrow, early afternoon, and you’ll get in a little after 9 p.m. We start shooting at 9 a.m., and I’ll email all the information. See you Saturday, and hung up. Mom said the craziness begins this weekend, and we left for the dojo.

Sensi said we could work with your schedule until school starts. Let’s keep Tuesdays and Thursdays for our long sessions and have Sunday as a specialty session. At the same time, your mom goes to the gym, and we started with the testing. Then Sensi gave nine more moves to master, and we took a break. Sensi told me he’s noticed my Chi was getting more robust, and it’s important to try to maintain a level of Chi as long as possible. We put on the pads and helmets and sparred at full speed until I got tired. Finally, we went into the back room and flicked and threw knives and stars at the dummy. Alex bowed and thanked Sensi for the lesson.

Mom was outside waiting, so I hopped in, and we stopped at the Roadhouse Diner for dinner. When we got home, Andrew called and said Mom now has a concealed-carry permit. It was signed by the Chief of Police today. He asked us to stop by his office at 1 p.m. tomorrow to sign some papers, then hung up. Mom said Let’s go to your room and pick out your clothes for the trip. Mom looked at my pants and shirts, which were too small already. Then, we got into the car and went to the CK store at the mall. Alex got five pairs of jeans and three dress pants. Four casual and four dress shirts, a jacket, and a blazer. Underwear and socks finished our shopping trip, and we went home. Mom started the first load of laundry, then we went to bed and slept.

Chapter 4

Early Friday morning, Alex meditated and exercised, grabbed my quarterstaff, established my Chi, and ran my route. My run around our subdivision was uneventful except for the twins swimming. Alex stretched out on the front lawn, showered, and went to the kitchen. Mom said she skipped yoga today, but was going to tennis and would be back by 10 a.m., and left. Alex ate breakfast, folded the clothes in the dryer, and hung up the shirts. Then I put a new load in the dryer, went upstairs, and changed into my swimsuit. Mom came home and yelled for me to get out of the pool. He showered, and Mom had already packed my bag. Alex put on some shorts and a T-shirt and went downstairs. Mom made us an early lunch because our flight was at 2:30 p.m. Alex dressed and put on a swimsuit, running gear, cash, and a laptop in his bag. Mom was good at packing things, but doesn’t know everything I need.

Andrew Givens had the paperwork ready, and Mom read and signed it. We settled with the school district for 125k, the counter lady, and the principal’s dismissal, and Mom got her concealed carry permit, and we left for the airport. Orange County Airport was easy to get through security and to our gate. We arrived early, but it was better than the two-plus hours required at LAX. CK booked us first-class tickets, and Mom enjoyed the complimentary cocktails. We landed at 9:30 p.m., and a town car took us to the hotel. Mom and I were surprised at the money CK spent on the trip and lodging. When we got to our suite, Mom ordered room service for dinner, took our showers, ate dinner, and then went to bed. Alex sat in the lotus, established Chi, and checked my surroundings. It was a different experience, and the view then went to bed.

At 4 a.m. Saturday, Alex meditated and exercised, affirmed my Chi, put on running gear, and went to the gym. After setting the controls, I ran on the treadmill for an hour, returned to the suite, showered and dressed, and ordered room service breakfast for two. Alex opened Mom’s door, spanked her ass, and left. She was cussing, but was up. She came out, saw breakfast, and forgot about my spank. We met the town car at 8 a.m. and were driven to a theater side entrance.

Alex was guided away, and Mom was directed to a viewing area. He was taught to walk, stop, turn, and hold my head, arms, and hands. After twenty walks down the runway, I was certified as suitable. Then there was playful interaction with female models to excite the crowd. We ended rehearsal at 5 p.m. and were due back at 7 p.m. We had time for a quick shower and dinner and were returned to the theater. They gave Mom a dress that almost showed everything, with matching shoes. She was seated in a special box reserved for VIPs. The show lasted two hours, and I was beaten when it was done. CK formally introduced Alex, and anonymity went out the window. They dressed me in a suit for him to meet Mom, and we were photographed and interviewed, then introduced, and at 11 p.m., we left and crashed.

Early Sunday morning, Alex meditated and exercised, put on my swimsuit under my running gear, and went to the gym. I ran for 30 minutes, swam for 30 minutes, returned to the suite for a shower, and ordered room service breakfast. Mom was up and came out to eat breakfast. Alex had the entertainment channel on, and they commented on the show. He said Is that a nipple showing and I got punched in laughter. We met the town car and were driven to the CK headquarters. Alex was taken away, and Mom was given a tour.

CK needed ad material for billboards, magazines, and online to follow up on the show. We finished at 3 p.m., rushed to the hotel, packed, and just made our flight home. Mom’s phone was burning up on the way home. Stephanie called and told Mom she was naked at the show. Mom said Thanks for the compliment and hung up. Then Dad called, and Mom answered, hung up, and turned her phone off, laughing. When we got home, we took our bags, locked up, set the alarm, and crashed.

At 4 am Monday, Alex meditated and exercised, grabbed my quarterstaff, acquired my Chi, and ran the subdivision. My senses were on high today for some reason, and when I turned the first corner, a car started, and Alex knew what it meant. So, I picked up the pace and turned another corner, and the car was gaining on me, so I turned left, stopped, and stood to the side. The car came around the corner and ran into a brick wall. Alex got the license plate and continued my run, returning home. I stretched, and Mrs. Stewart stopped at our house. She got out and said I looked good on TV, and laughed. Then Mom came out, and they chatted, so I went upstairs, showered, put on my swimsuit, and ate breakfast.