Copyright© 2024 by A Well Traveled Man

Chapter 1

My story started when I was ten years old. I’m Chad Chambers, and I am 4’1” tall and weigh about 50 lbs. I am the only child of John and Mary Chambers. My dad is 5’8” tall and is 36 years old, and my mom is 5’6” and 34 years old. So, it doesn’t look good to me as far as height is concerned. I have been bullied at school since kindergarten, and my mom finally had enough and enrolled me in karate classes when I was six. It has helped, but they seem more like a group or gang than individuals.

Dad is an only child, and his parents died in an auto accident while he was in college. He is a CPA with a local firm. Mom is a legal secretary with three older sisters and one younger brother. Grandpa and Grandma moved to Arizona, and I think to get away from the grandkids. They never send presents or call, so that is that. Aunt Carol has three girls, 20, 18, and 17 years old, and they think their god’s gift to man. If you looked up stuck-up bitches, Aunt Carol and her girls would be pictured.

Next is Aunt Sandy, who has two girls, ages 18 and 16. The last aunt is Aunt Vi, who has two girls, ages 17 and 16. Then comes Uncle Charley, and no one pays attention to him. He comes to all the family gatherings but fades into the woodwork. Everyone thinks he’s homeless by how he dresses, but I know better. And that is where my story starts.

Easter Sunday is a day I hate. Going to church with Mom’s clan is a total bitch fest on who outdoes the other, and often comes to fights. It was our turn to host the lunch, and everyone was arguing or hiding in the kitchen. Dad and my uncles were outside on the patio, away from the disaster that left Uncle Charley and me in the living room watching the shit show.

Chad watched him and could tell he was brilliant and hiding something, but I couldn’t figure out what. He would look at me and grin as we both wanted out of this mess, but couldn’t leave. Finally, lunch was ready, and once the food was out, everyone got their food and returned to their areas. The men went outside on the patio, the women were in the kitchen, and the girls were in the living room. Uncle Charley and I were hiding in the woodwork.

Chad saw Uncle Charley sneak out after lunch and followed him for 15 blocks to a charming house. He opened the door with a key and went inside, so I went around the backyard to see if I could see inside the home. Uncle Charley came out the back door and entered a workshop-type building in the rear, so I snuck up, looked in the window, and watched. He was talking to himself, saying I know the formula is correct, but it’s probably too late for me as he injected himself with the serum, saying I can always hope. Then the front doorbell rang, and Uncle Charley left the workshop door open to answer the doorbell. Chad went inside, got a syringe, and did as he did, drawing it out of the tube and pushing the air out, and injected myself while reading his notes. I heard a loud crash and Uncle Charley pleading with someone not to hurt him.

Chad grabbed all the serum, syringes, and his notes, put them in his backpack, and hid by the workshop’s rear door. Three large men in suits threw Uncle Charley inside the shop and followed, asking where the formula was and hitting Uncle Charley again. Uncle Charley saw me hiding by the rear exit door and said,” I’ll give it to you.” He looked at me, and I knew it was time to leave. Chad quietly left, and then the building blew up. He was on the side of the house when the workshop exploded, then went back to look, then ran home.

Out of breath, Chad put the serum in the bottom drawer of the garage refrigerator so no one could see it. Chad knew he had to find a permanent place to hide it. When he went inside, it was quiet, and he looked around, but no one was home. Then Chad realized everyone had gone back to church. Thankfully, he missed it, made two sandwiches and a large glass of milk, then went to bed and fell asleep.

Chad could hear Mom say he was in bed outside his bedroom, and she wondered where he had gone. His dad said Chad probably ran away from his cousins. Dad said I swear, Mary, this thing we do every year wears me out. Your sister’s kids are out of control, and poor Chad has nowhere to go. He probably went for a walk to escape all the bitchin’ going on. Mom says it’s not that bad, and Dad says that’s why you hide in the kitchen, and the men are outside laughing. They finally left, and Chad wondered why he was so hungry and fell back asleep.

When Chad woke up, his whole body hurt, and he had just reached the bathroom. Then all hell broke loose when he sat on the commode. Chad opened a window to get the smell out, took a long, hot shower, and felt good. Chad finally got out to dress for school and realized his pants were too short, but put them on anyway. He entered the kitchen, ate three bowls of cereal, grabbed his bag, and walked to school. Chad almost got through the gate before being jumped by six student bullies.

A teacher pulled them off, sent them to the office, and helped Chad to the nurse. The nurse looked at the cuts and said to call my parents. He needs stitches and X-rays right away. The principal walked into the nurse’s office and suspended me for fighting while lying on the treatment bed. The office called my Mom. When she arrived, she called an ambulance, and the police then went to see the principal.

The police arrived in the office, and they arrested the six students for assault and battery of a student and the principal for covering it up. The police took statements and finally left. Chad had 12 stitches to close the wounds, and x-rays were taken; then he was released. Mom had her boss file restraining orders against the six students and the principal. He also sent a certified letter to the school board, notifying them of a lawsuit against the school district and board for damages. Chad returned to school the next day and had no more problems for the rest of the week. Mom took him shopping for new jeans on the weekend, and he could resume karate practice after a week of layoff.

Everything seemed settled down until the letter from Jacob Myers, a lawyer, arrived. Uncle Charley died, and Mom and Chad were requested to attend the reading of his will on Monday at 4 p.m. Chad had already read his uncle’s notes, and they were instructions to receive injections every three months for ten shots. Chad reread the notes, and his uncle referenced a benefit of every other month for two years, for 12 injections. Chad had 12 doses, so he chose that treatment plan and started a diary of his starting weight, height, exercises, and how many he did. He included the effects after each dose, like his growth spurt. Chad also took an online IQ test and logged the results for a baseline. He didn’t know if it was accurate, but it said 165, so he entered that.

Monday finally arrived, and his mom picked him up from school and drove to Jacob Myers’ law office. His aunts wanted to know why Chad was invited and not their kids, but Mr. Myers said it was Uncle Charley’s request. The lawyer began reading the will, and each sister received $50k, which threw them for a loop. They thought he was homeless and raced out of the lawyer’s office to cash the check. Chad’s mom walked out, and Chad started to follow, but Mr. Myers handed him a card, told him to call when no one was around, and returned to his office.

When they got home, his dad and mom acted like they had won the lottery. Chad silently laughed at his uncle’s clever diversion of giving them that amount so they wouldn’t look further. He knew his Uncle Charley had a lot more money, but what happened to it was the question. Chad did his homework, ate dinner, had seconds, and almost went for another helping but resisted. His mom was already complaining about his increased appetite, so he would have to figure something out. Getting tired, he went to bed.

Chad woke up and saw it was 5 a.m., so he did his pushups, setups, and pull-ups, then ran until he was tired. Chad returned home, showered, dressed for school, and ate breakfast. He had figured out a way to eat at home and then buy breakfast at school to ease the burden on his parents. The way the lunch program worked, he could return for seconds after sweet-talking the cafeteria workers. The excess food had to be thrown out anyway, so they didn’t mind.

During his study period, Chad called Mr. Myers, Uncle Charley’s attorney, and said he would get a cab to his office after school. When Chad arrived, the attorney showed him to his office and read the rest of the will. Chad was floored when Mr. Myers handed him an atm and a credit card in his name. Mr. Myers explained that he would receive $2000 in the account monthly if his grades stayed at a 4.0 average. If it dips below 3.5, he gets half that amount. Anything below a 3.0 grade average, he would receive nothing.

His uncle Charley wanted him to continue his research if possible. The credit card is for pre-approved purchases. Mr. Myers said to call him if he needs a computer, and I will say yes or no. School, education, or fitness expenses will always be approved, ok? Chad said yes, then asked how to hide this from my parents. Mr. Myers said your uncle thought about that, and we made up some forms for gifted students to fill out to explain a computer or other major purchase.

He closed by saying that if I need help, call him immediately. Uncle Charley’s trust will pay him a yearly retainer so you can have legal assistance. He closed by saying that deposits will increase as you get older, and that when you reach 25 years old, we will have another meeting. That was it. Chad shook Mr. Myers’ hand goodbye and left dazed. Chad knew his cousins would kill him if they found out what Uncle Charley gave him. Everyone would, including his parents, so he needed to be very careful from now on, especially at home. He wondered what had happened to his grandparents that made them abandon their kids.

Two months had passed, and it was time for the second injection. Chad injected the serum and put it in his log. He measured his height, weight, exercises, and dick size. Yes, it’s growing too. Chad had grown 4” in height and gained 20 lbs. in two months, and it’s all muscle. He was too young to lift weights, so he followed his routine. My school called today and asked for a parent-teacher conference. Chad tells his mom because she’s the one who will go. She called, and it is set for 4 p.m. tomorrow.

Chad was a bookworm and spent his free time in the school or the public library. His reading speed, comprehension, and memory improved after the injections. Chad studied everything from advanced math to English literature. It wasn’t uncommon for him to read three or four books at night after dinner. So, he wasn’t surprised about the parent-teacher conference, but he wouldn’t tell his parents.

Mom asked him why the school wanted a conference, and Chad said he had no idea. He told her, “My grades are excellent, so who knows?” The next day after class, Chad stayed and did homework until his mom arrived. We were ushered into the office conference room, and the vice principal, guidance counselor, and three teachers were there. The vice principal said we are happy with Chad’s progress this year. As a group, we want to advance Chad to the next grade this year.

The vice principal said Chad is so far above other students that it hurts the class and his educational progress to stay at this level. We discussed it and would like to test him out of the fifth grade and place him in the sixth grade. Before we get ahead of ourselves, the university has a testing lab that can evaluate Chad and provide recommendations on how to proceed. With that report, we can sit down and review our options together. Is that ok with you, Mrs. Chambers? Mom just said yes, so it’s on.

The vice principal said Chad’s testing would start tomorrow and that an adult would always be with him. The testing could take 2 or 3 days, depending on their busy schedule. He left us shocked as we left the conference in a daze. On the way home, Mom asked if I felt the classes were too easy. Chad said it’s always been easy for me and not a challenge. We ate dinner, and Mom and Dad argued about who gave me the brains, so when Chad finished eating, he said Maybe it skipped a generation and left. Dad was busting up laughing, and Mom was pissed, yelling I’m going to get you for that.

The next day, Chad was in a car with a teacher’s aide on the way to the university. Her name is Kim, and he asked what he should call her: Ms. Kim, Kim, sugar lips, or maybe just honey. She laughed so hard we had to pull over for a few minutes, and then she said Kim would be fine. We arrived at the university, and testing began.

Chad had 15-minute breaks and a one-hour lunch. The testing lasted until 4 p.m., and then they drove home. The first day wasn’t bad, so let’s see what tomorrow brings. Over dinner, Mom asked how the testing went, and Chad said it was long, but the breaks and an hour for lunch made it tolerable. At least there was no arguing about who gave me the brains as he headed to bed.

The second day was intense, as they gave me harder tests. Then we shifted and did the same on each subject until the end of the day, and he fell asleep on the way home.

On the third day, he took three long tests, and he finished at two, so they headed home early. Chad asked when they would have the results, and Kim said the school should have them tomorrow. They said goodbye. Chad told his mom the results should be ready tomorrow, so they could call her. He ate his double serving for dinner and went to sleep.

Waking up in the morning, Chad exercised, ran, walked home, showered, ate breakfast, and headed to school. He was called into the office, and they called his Mom, who said 4 p.m. was the earliest she could meet. Chad spent the day in the library reading until his Mom showed up. The same group gathered and said that Chad has tested out as a first-year college student, so schooling here or in high school is a waste of time.

They gave Chad the SAT and ACT, and he scored in the top 1%. The last test he took was an IQ test, and it rated him at 185. The results are screwed up because these tests are designed for someone 6 to 7 years older. Factoring that in, it’s over 200. Here’s what the university recommends you do. Enroll Chad in the university and have him stay in a university apartment with two female graduate students. So, he’s on campus full-time to concentrate on his studies and has adult supervision and assistance.

He will have his own room and support while going to school. His roommates will be two female graduate students who also get a perk because these apartments are highly sought after. What are your thoughts, Mrs. Chambers? Mom said she liked the idea of graduate student supervision. What do you think, Chad? He says it sounds good, but I want my parents to meet the girls so we don’t have personality clashes. Mom seconded the idea, which was a go, so he was through with this school.

The vice principal said the university was setting it up now, so Chad would be a full-time university student within a week. Mom drove us home, fixed dinner, and asked what he would do while waiting. Chad said he would probably go to the library. He could read ahead of his new classes if he could get his books. Mom and Dad were happy. Chad got free education, room, and board. After Mom went to work tomorrow, he needed to call his attorney, Mr. Myers, to ask questions. He must also move the serum vials discreetly and secure them in his room. He finally fell asleep.

Chad woke up, exercised, ran as far as possible, and returned home. He showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and said goodbye to Mom and Dad. Chad called Mr. Myers and told him what was happening. He told the attorney that he would need a laptop, a cell phone, and things for his room at the university. Mr. Myers said your uncle Charley told me you wouldn’t fool around, so the laptop and cell phone are necessary. Are there any other major items?

Chad said, Not major, but a small refrigerator for my room. He doesn’t particularly appreciate having his drinks available to play with, if you know what I mean. The lawyer said yes, and that was a good idea. We will get you a cell phone because you can’t sign a contract. I will research passive protection for you while at the university. You will be a target of everyone on campus trying to get a free ride, so be extra careful. The lawyer said he would make some calls, and I’ll call you back. He asked Chad if he was home alone, and he said yes, and we hung up.

Chad said shit, the lawyer was right about being a target. Then he went online and researched compact refrigerators, and there were many to choose from. So, until he sees the room, he won’t know if it will work. Chad’s attorney called back and said to come by tomorrow to pick up my new cell phone and that he would have more information for me. Things were moving fast, and he was looking forward to getting out on his own. Chad hopped on his bike and rode to the dojo for his martial arts class.

Sensi put Chad through his forms, then put on the pads, and had full-contact drills. When they finished, Chad told Sensi about his advancement and the university. Sensi said to get my class schedule, and we would work on a training schedule. He said I would be going up against people twice my size, so we needed to train for that immediately. Sensi showed Chad six hits to end the fight quickly and had him practice on a dummy until he got it right.

Then Sensi said he was smaller and quicker, so he showed me moves to avoid an attacker. He had me make the moves until I memorized them. Chad was to practice new forms and moves at full speed every day, and the morning was best. Sensi asked Chad about his running and had me change it to jog, run fast, then jog. He said to come tomorrow for more training after my lawyer’s appointment, as we need to get in as much training as possible before you leave.

Chad stopped on the way home, ate a large lunch, and then rode home. Mom arrived 30 minutes later and said, We’re going to the university to see your apartment and meet your roommates, so get cleaned up quickly. On the drive, she said This is happening so fast it doesn’t seem real. Mom parked in a guest spot, and we went inside, found my room, 12b, on the second floor, and knocked on the door. A blonde girl answered the door and invited us in.

Another girl stood, and we were introduced to Sam and Cathy. We all sat down. They were talking to Mom and ignoring me, so I got up, explored the apartment, and found my room. There was no door lock, but it had a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a chair. A small refrigerator would fit fine, so Chad checked the closet, came out, and was stared at. He said, “What’s the matter?” Mom said you just left, and Chad responded that he wasn’t included in the conversation, so he checked out the digs.

Chad asked what the rules were for the rooms. Can we have a small refrigerator and a door lock? Cathy said that was fine, so he asked about the bathroom. Would he have to move bras, panties, or the hose to shower? They all laughed, and Mom asked, “What makes me think you would have to?” Chad said years of hearing Dad bitching every morning. He looked at Sam and Cathy and asked about male or female guests.

Before they could answer, Chad said he would be a resident in this apartment along with them. He doesn’t expect or welcome any guest ordering me around. If we have guests, that’s fine, but when they start ordering me around, they get a warning. The second time, they are banned from the apartment. Chad said he will not be threatened or intimidated where he lives. So, before bringing guests in, ask them to be polite and respect your roommate.

Chad said he’s been bullied since kindergarten and has had several visits to the hospital and scars to prove it. He expects it outside and, in the classroom, but not here. Do you understand? They were speechless. Mom smiled, said she agreed, then looked at the girls. If something happens to my boy in this apartment, you’d better run fast because I will be looking for blood, understand? The girls said yes, and his Mom said Chad is easy to get along with but is also brilliant, so give him the benefit of the doubt.

Mom said he may even help you with your studies. Then they asked who had the key so we could move him in this weekend. We got the key and walked to the door, and Chad stopped his Mom and put a finger to his lips. Then he opened and shut the door, and they waited and listened. Sam says Let’s go easy on him for a few weeks, then lower the hammer and lock him in his room when we want to party. Cathy says ok, but his mom scares me. We leave quietly and go to the manager’s office.

They talked to her about what we had heard and asked whether she had a single to trade for the three-bedroom unit. A big smile formed on her face, and she said yes, she could do that with the dorm next door to mine, and I can help you if needed. Mom goes upstairs and tells them we made other arrangements, and the yelling starts. Mom is being followed by Cathy and Sam, who are yelling at her, so the manager calls the cops. When they arrive, Sam sees them, but Cathy doesn’t and attacks me. The cops arrest Sam and Cathy and take them away.

Chad got his new apartment key, looked at it with Mom, then drove home. Mom asked me if he was in danger when Cathy attacked. Chad said, Well, maybe from smothering, but that’s all. Mom hit me on the arm, laughing, saying she was quite big on top, laughing again. Dad asked how the tour went, and Chad said he was attacked by two large pillows and almost smothered. Mom spat out her drink, and I put my hands by my chest, and he got it and asked Mom whose tits attacked my son.

He asked if I got in any licks, and I said only a few bites. Chad was moving my head like saying no, and Mom lost it laughing, and Dad asked if she wasn’t just motorboarding you. Chad asked his dad what motorboarding was. Mom yells,” Please stop.” Dad shakes his head and makes a motor sound. Chad says that looks like fun, and Dad says it is, son, and runs from the room with Mom chasing him. Chad finished dinner alone and went to bed.

The next morning, Chad wakes up and does his exercises, forms, and running routine. Returning home, he showers, dresses, eats breakfast, and waits for everyone to leave. Chad calls a cab when his parents leave and goes to the lawyer’s office. Mr. Myers gives Chad his new cell phone and a box with sunglasses, a baseball hat, a medallion on a chain, and a wristwatch. Mr. Myers says they all have cameras in them and that you should always have one with you. The instructions are in the boxes. Please read them, turn your camera on if trouble starts, and try to de-escalate the situation. It plays well for the jury or authorities. By the way, your allowance has doubled since going to college.

Chad left to call another cab for the ride to the dojo. Sensi had six more strike points for me to master, and then we practiced my lateral movement. We finished by giving me a wristband with needles and a piece of round plastic at the end. He said if all else fails, stick them with one of these, and all fighting will leave their body. Then Sensi handed me a small bottle to coat the needle tips and said to let them dry before putting them in the band. Don’t forget to call with your schedule; we bowed and said goodbye.

Upon arriving home, Chad read all the manuals, programmed his phone, and charged all the devices. When fully charged, he put them away just as Mom came home. She asked what he did today, and Chad said he tried to get a woman to motor board him, but she refused, laughing. Mom said she’ll get your father back for saying that to you, laughing. Get a good night’s sleep because we’ll start moving you in tomorrow. That reminds me to stand up here and let’s measure your height on the pantry door.

Chad stood, and she marked the door 4’5” and said You had another growth spurt. He said yes, and maybe we can take these back and exchange them for longer ones. Mom said that was a good idea. I still have the receipts, only this time, we get some that are a bit longer, so you can wear them for a semester. Let’s go now while we have time, so we raced to the mall. After getting his new jeans, Chad told his mom he needed new underwear, but his mom didn’t believe it. So, he showed it to her, and Mom said Oh my goodness, you are growing, turning red.

He picked boxers this time, and they raced back home to load the washer and fix dinner. While eating dinner, Chad asked his Dad if he had any advice to give his son about going to college. He said to always wear a rubber, and Mom spat out her food, cussing at Dad. We were laughing at Mom, who was now coughing, so he added Always make sure she gets off before you do, and ran with Mom chasing him. Chad could hear a couple of screams as he finished dinner and went to bed.

Chad woke up, did his exercises and forms, then ran. He returned to shower and had breakfast. He was packing what he needed, with a small cooler filled with ice and serum at the bottom and a few water bottles on top. The syringes were packed, so he was looking for what else he needed. We loaded up Dad’s truck and drove to the university. They unloaded the truck, and Chad put his things away.

He hid the cooler as Mom looked around and said You have no food or drink here. Chad told her he had a meal card for free food, but we still had to go to the store and get bathroom stuff, food, and drinks. Towels and sheets were the last things they bought, and they returned to his dorm. His parents finally left him alone after hugs, kisses, and handshakes goodbye.

Then Chad went to the bookstore and got a laptop, all the books for his classes, and some gym clothes. The girl checking him out couldn’t believe he was a student and called a manager. The manager arrived, rang the sale, and left a stunned cashier. Chad set up his apartment, then read all the books for his classes. When he finished, Chad went to the cafeteria, ate dinner, returned to the apartment, and crashed.

Chad woke up Sunday morning, did his exercises and forms, and did his running routine. He then returned to shower and ate breakfast at the cafeteria. Returning to his dorm, Chad took his new clothes to the laundry, and a girl showed him what to do. When his clothes were dry, Chad returned to his dorm and put his clothes away. Then there was a knock on his door, and he answered it. It was the girl from the laundry checking if he was bullshitting her about staying here.

She asked him why he didn’t have any homework. Chad said his first day was tomorrow, then pointed to the door and said, Please leave now. She stormed out, pissed for some reason. Who knows, but he doesn’t care. He opened his laptop and checked the campus web page. He checked the campus maps to see where my classes were and mapped my route for tomorrow’s classes. It seems easy enough.

Chad would finish by noon on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. On Tuesday and Thursday, he had classes until 3 p.m., so he called Sensi and left a message saying he could do Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after 1 p.m. Chad left his phone number and then hung up. He decided to walk around the campus, visit his classes, and get used to the area. When he completed the tour, Chad stopped at the cafeteria for dinner, returned to his apartment, and crashed.

The first day was interesting, to say the least. Chad was told to leave two classes and complained to the administration office. He said I was kicked out of two classes because they thought I didn’t belong, so I want to test out of them, please. A professor was watching the show when the lady said he couldn’t do that. Chad said Okay, he would take the tests away from the fools teaching the classes if you could arrange that for me. The lady said he had to take the tests with the course professor. Chad left, went to the dean’s office, and asked to see him. His secretary said he doesn’t have time to see kids. He grabbed a blank piece of paper and wrote him a note.

Dean, my name is Chad Chambers, and I’m quitting your screwed-up university. Please remove my name and likeness from all literature, as no one will let me in or test out of classes. He expected a better reception than this and signed Chad Chambers. He handed the letter to his secretary and said I will be at my apartment packing to leave.

Please ensure the Dean receives this and leaves. Chad made it to his dorm room, and the knocking started. He answered it, and a red-faced Dean and his secretary stood there, and he asked what they wanted. The Dean asked Chad to come in, so Chad let him, but his secretary stayed outside and closed the door. He said I see you got my note. I’m very disappointed with the reception I’ve received so far: being kicked out of two classes, being refused service at the admin office, and being treated like shit by your secretary.

One could mistake this institution of higher learning for an institution of assholes. Now, do you want me here or not? The Dean said yes, we want you here, and I don’t know what happened, but I will. Now you can test out of those classes if you wish, and I will have the department chair grade it. Come to my office, and I will get you into some computer classes in their place. Chad followed him and his secretary to his office, and he was enrolled in the two computer classes he wanted. Then Chad was directed to get his ID made with his picture. Chad returned, and he was asked when he wanted to test out of the classes. Chad said he could do it now if that is good, or after 3 pm on Tuesday or Thursday.

Chad also said he needs a meal card for the canteen or cafeteria. Please give the professors a heads-up that he will be in their class so that he can avoid the fiasco today. The Dean told Chad that Tuesday was good for testing out, and then he left. Sensi called and said to come on, so he took the bus to the dojo. Sensi had Chad on pads, and we went into full contact for 30 minutes.

Then he had me practice my new hits on the dummy. It felt good to hit something after what happened today. Chad told Sensi the bus runs every hour to the university, so that transportation won’t be a problem, and he returned to the university. He stopped at the bookstore for his two new classes, then went to his dorm to read the books. Chad ate dinner on his new meal card, returned to the apartment, and crashed.

Chapter 2

It was time for another treatment, so Chad injected his second dose of the serum (the third, actually, but he didn’t count the first one at Uncle Charley’s house) and felt it working immediately. Today was my second month at the university, and all is well. The professors accepted me in their classes, and he had no problems. He passed the two courses that he tested out of and tested out of one more. So, he now has three computer classes and enjoys them.

It seems I have a natural talent for coding, and I am way ahead of the class, doing special assignments for the professors during and after class. Chad was waiting for Mom and Dad to arrive. They are taking him out to dinner for his 11^th birthday. I’ve also outgrown my clothes again, so shopping was needed again. Chad told his Mom he had been doing lab work so that he would pay this time, and she was happy. No questions about how much he earned or how I could earn money at 11 years old.

They were just happy they didn’t have to pay. We shopped first, and Mom insisted on helping fit my new boxers and jeans. Chad knew his dick was 6” limp and looked thick, and he saw her staring at it while dressing. After shopping, they went to a nice Italian restaurant for dinner. Chad told them of the problems initially, but they were resolved, and now everything is great. They gave me cash for my birthday, and I thanked them.

On the way back to the university, they said they were going to Europe for vacation, and I wasn’t invited. Mom said he could take summer classes or stay with his aunt Carol. Chad looked at Dad and asked what he recommended. Laughing, he said I’d take jail over your aunt Carol’s. Chad said he’d take summer school, and everyone laughed. She said I thought you would. It was the first time I’d seen them since they dropped me off at the university, and Chad knew he was becoming an afterthought.

There was no interest in his development above his navel, so that Chad could see the handwriting on the wall. After they left, Chad called his attorney and expressed his concern. If something happened to them, he would be screwed. Mr. Myers said this might work out for you in the long run if it did happen. He would draw up some papers for them to sign before leaving, giving the school power of attorney, should you need medical care.

Buried in the papers will be adoption paperwork, so if something happens, it was completed before they died. The rest of the family can suck eggs. Mr. Myers said it would be best to find someone or a couple you trust to go along with it. Chad told him he would ask Sensi and let him know. Now for my diary entry, I measured my height, grew another 4”, and added another 20 lbs. My dick grew some, but his balls got bigger. He logged everything in and forgot family issues for a while.

Then Chad worked on his encryption program. Yes, an encryption program. His professor emailed a paper for review. It was intercepted, then another professor claimed credit. The FBI got involved, caught the system tech who intercepted it, and he, in turn, sold out the professor. Chad thought that if he could encrypt the transmission, he would need a key to unlock it. That would be ideal and solve the problem. Chad had advanced past the computer class and writing programs.

He takes a break to head to the dojo for training. When he arrives, Sensi has a few new challenges for him to overcome. He set up three heavy bags in a row, and Chad had to dodge the first and second swinging heavy bags, then put down the third. He would mix the patterns up, so I had to put all three down and finish on the dummy with debilitating strike points. Sensi added legs and feet to my arsenal of defensive strike points. We sat and talked at the end, and I expressed my concern about my parents and my lawyer’s advice.

Sensi agreed I needed to take action, but suggested a retired couple and adding a financial incentive may work. He said to think outside the box and develop solutions that don’t tie you down. He said to hire a PI to get something to use against your parents if problems develop. The other option, while not appealing, is to keep your parents focused on each other and let you disappear. He gave me a writing pen that worked, and also delivered the same drug as my needles. Sensi said he’d have a ring made for me by the end of the week.

Heading back to the university, Chad thought about the conversation with Sensi, called his lawyer, and set up an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. He worked on his encryption program until dinner time and thought he had a working program. So, Chad sent his lawyer an encrypted email and went to dinner. An idea hit him during dinner, so he spent time on it after dinner, finished it, and then fell asleep.

Chad woke up, did his exercises and forms, ran through the woods, returned to his dorm, showered, dressed, and headed to the canteen for breakfast. It was a busy day: he had two classes and labs finished at 2 pm, and he took the bus to his lawyer’s office. Chad gave him the Sensei’s advice, and he agreed. He would hire private detectives to follow them on vacation and take pictures, then check up on them at home every month or so.

He asked Mr. Myers to open the unreadable email he had sent him. Chad had him right-click the mouse with his pointer on the email and handed him a piece of paper with many letters and numbers to enter. The email cleared up, and he laughed, asking if this was your program. Chad said yes, I developed it in my apartment after classes. He wondered if the email held the program I sent him. Chad answered no, it’s just an unlocking key.

The encryption program is on the sender’s computer, and he has a favorite list of email addresses, and the same key unlocks them. Only the sender can change the code keys, and we watched the email disappear from the screen. Mr. Myers said Son of a bitch, you know who will give both nuts for this or take it from you, right? Chad said yes, knowing he can’t sell it to them from here. It’s got to be out of the US, so they can’t take it in the name of national security. It will give me the funds to build a top-of-the-line lab away from here to continue Uncle Charley’s research.

Chad said he’d have some hardware to build first, and then we can send it to the government, leaving us out of harm’s way. Mr. Myers asked how he would do that, and Chad said, “I’m working on it, but when it’s completed, they’ll be so pissed, having no one or program to seize, capture, steal, or threaten.” They can purchase it or lose the program. I’ve even developed a countdown clock, like those doomsday clocks, so they know when their time is up.

Mr. Myers laughed, saying, “Your mind works just like Charley’s did.” Chad got up and asked him to let me know what the PIs found, and then he left. He took the bus back to the university and considered making an encrypted phone app for his next project.

It was time for his next serum dose. Chad injected himself, put in his diary the June 3^rd dose, and measured his height. He was now 4’9” tall and weighed 95 lbs. His dick has grown 1/2’’ limp, but his balls feel the same. Chad took a cab to the mall and bought his new clothes, keeping his parents away. They haven’t called, so Chad didn’t either. The semester ended, and he got all A’s and has two summer classes with labs and four online courses. So, it will be a busy summer.

Mom and Dad leave for Europe tomorrow, and he was getting ready to stop in unannounced to have them sign paperwork with a school notary in tow. Chad figured they would be so frazzled seeing his guest and him that they would sign the documents quickly to get rid of me. And he was right, and that’s what they did, and Chad thanked them while leaving the house. The notary asked what the documents were on our drive back to the university, and he said they were a medical power of attorney and an updated will from their attorney.

They were so rushed that they forgot to sign the papers at the attorney’s office, so he had to bring them to the house. She seemed satisfied, so our conversation ended. Chad finished his phone encryption software app, so all communications between his attorney and him were encrypted and private. Chad had changed courses to computer hardware design for the summer, and a few professors weren’t too happy. He offered his programming services for a fee but was rejected. They had his services for free while he took their classes, but no more.

One went to the dean, and Chad was called into the meeting. The professor stated his case, and the dean asked when Chad coded for him. The professor said during class. He already knew what was being taught, so I had him do coding for me. So, the dean said you used him for free during class, and he passed your course, correct? The professor said yes, and now wants to be paid to code. The dean laughed and told the professor that Chad already knew what you were teaching, so he honed his programming skills during your class.

The class is done, and so is the unrestricted use of his services. Either pay him or get someone else to do it for free. The dean asked Doesn’t your department have a budget for things like that? Where is that money going? The professor mumbled that he had other expenses and stormed out. Chad smiled at the dean and left. He read in the campus newspaper that his pissed-off professor was fired for misappropriating department funds. He was fat and happy when he had Chad in this class, but was in a bind when it ended. He spent the money allocated to hiring students on his mistress. No one would have known if he hadn’t complained to the dean.

So, his summer classes started, and now he was two classes short of being a junior. Chad hoped to graduate at the end of next semester. He was then pursuing his master’s degree in computer science. The fall semester will be heavy in science classes, so it may run into the spring semester to get the required courses. Many science courses require lab work, so we shall see. Chad almost forgot he had found a program that could work for government negotiations. The avatars are busty females; producing them should be fun if he can resolve some problems.

It was time for his next serum dose. Chad injected himself and put in his diary the August 4^th dose, and measured his height and was now 5’3”, and his weight is 125lbs. The summer session ended, and he did well in all his classes. Chad guessed that Mom and Dad made it home. They have not called or stopped by to say hello. Mr. Myers, his attorney, said the PIs have plenty of photos showing sex with multiple partners; in other words, an orgy, some with the same sex partner. Sounds like they had fun.

Chad had the hardware and protective cover finished and ready for the government sales pitch. The avatar sales video is done. It makes him laugh every time he watches it. Chad had it prepared to show his attorney today. It’s two parts. One goes with an email sent to select recipients for them to watch. If they respond, the second part will be sent with the sample hardware box. It’s already just waiting for the overseas cover to be set up, hopefully in a few weeks.

Chad’s karate training has advanced to throwing stars and knives, with new moves added each week. Sensi said the next phase would require two weeks, so we plan to do that during Christmas break. Chad took the bus to his attorney’s office after he finished his martial arts. Mr. Myers welcomed Chad, saying You’re looking good and growing like a weed laughing as we sat in his office. He said Let’s get the bad news out of the way first.

Your Mom and Dad are going to split up soon. They wetted their beaks in Europe’s swinging scene and continued it when they came home. Your Mom is out of control and goes to parties alone, sometimes for an entire weekend. Your Dad has withdrawn from the scene and has moved into your old room. Life, as you remember it, going to the university, doesn’t exist anymore. Your Dad has visited an attorney and gotten the lay of the land. Your Mom, working for attorneys, will probably eat him for lunch or ride him into the poor house.

Mr. Myers said Chad, you’re the diamond in the rough in this dispute. Without you, your Mom will get squat, so expect the bums rush when it happens. Play your cards close to the vest until you have to play them. Because she could interrupt your education if she thinks you are siding with dear old Dad. Mr. Myers recommended that we prepare for the worst and file a brief with the court when they file, stating that you have been living on campus at the college.

All you care about is your education, which is paid for by a scholarship. And you don’t want to lose it being used as a pawn. Then Chad showed Mr. Myers the project sales videos, and he laughed, saying they would freak out when they saw that. The company should be set up in a week. This process should be fun to watch, and we parted ways. On the bus ride to the university, Chad thought of ways to keep his Mom in check and had an excellent idea that she would cook her goose if she f•©ks with me.

Chad stopped at the bookstore to get his books for the semester and some new gym clothes. Then he headed to his dorm room to read the books for his new classes. Chad stopped when he got hungry and went to the cafeteria for dinner. When he finished, he returned to his dorm room and continued reading until he fell asleep.

He woke up the next morning, did his exercises and forms, went for a run, returned, showered, dressed, and went to breakfast. Returning to his dorm after breakfast, he finished reading his new semester’s course books, then went online and ordered audio- and video-capturing cameras and a recorder for his dorm room. The cameras were small and easy to conceal, and the recorder would record for a month and then start again. You could download the footage to the cloud or use a USB stick if something happens.

It will be part of his protection plan against Mom if everything goes to shit. Chad was busy with five classes, three labs, and two online courses, but his advisor was a scheduling genius, so he was free early afternoon three days a week and trained at the dojo. As with all good things, someone must try to mess it up.

Time for his next serum dose. Chad injected himself and put in his diary the October 5^th dose, and measured his height and am now 5’6”, and weight is 145lbs. He called a cab, went to the mall, and got new clothes. Mr. Myers called and said his Dad filed for divorce, and his Mom went ballistic. Dad called the cops when she hit him with a vase, opening a cut on his forehead that bled severely.

They arrested his Mom for domestic violence, and his Dad went to the hospital. Mr. Myers filed our brief with the court, and they passed it on to both parties because his Mom was banging on his door drunk at midnight. Chad called 911, then opened the door, and she hit him, and he made it look perfect as she kicked him, calling Chad all kinds of names. The police showed up and arrested her for assault on a minor and attempted murder. Chad showed the video to the police, and they took a copy.

They held Mom this time, and she went crazy when she heard no bail and started cussing out the Judge. Mom’s trial was short, and she was sentenced to 5 years and fainted when she heard. Dad was dancing in the back of the courtroom when the sentence was read. The divorce went through, with Mom getting 30% of the assets. Dad sold our house, gave Mom 30%, and moved her things into storage. Chad got what he wanted, and we rented a climate-controlled storage locker (with power).

Dad and I moved my stuff, and he apologized for how they went off the rails. It was all their fault. He realized it was a mistake going to swingers’ parties, but it was too late. Mom wanted to continue, so she went without him, and that was when their marriage was destroyed. Chad said she was like an alcoholic and couldn’t get enough. Dad said that was precisely how she was, then we hugged and went our ways. I put a small refrigerator in the storage and put the serum vials in it for security. They had cameras everywhere, so it was better than the dorm room.

Time for my next serum dose. Chad injected himself and put in his diary the December 6^th dose. Chad measured his height, and he was now 5’9” and 165lbs. His dick has grown another ½,” and my balls felt heavier. The government didn’t think his videos were funny, but they bought the product after trying to steal it. National security doesn’t sell well to the Swiss, and they told them to f•©k off. His lawyer was thrilled with his share of the sale proceeds. Now, with what Chad has and Uncle Charley’s money, he can do Uncle Charley’s research and be out of Uncle Sam’s reach.

Chad figured he had another 2 or 3 years of school, then search for the location and start the build. He was thinking of an underground lab with multiple emergency exits. The one thing Chad knew for sure was that he wanted to be the hell out of here before Mom was released from prison. She wanted revenge, and he was the prime target. The final exams for the semester are next week, and then he is going to a retreat with Sensi in Japan, which surprised him.

Pictures taken a few months back were for passports. Chad now has a passport and is looking forward to his first trip out of the US. He’s been coding for the department head on a project to increase information flow through servers. Chad learned about server structure and how information flows through them from the professor and his graduate students working on the project. He wrote code that allowed him to access the server through a back door buried deep in the program. The program prioritizes smaller packets of information over larger ones, allowing the info to flow quickly across both packet sizes because faster flow eliminates bottlenecks.

It didn’t make sense to Chad, but it works and will make the professor and the university a lot of money. Chad was added to a list of available students to do code work because of his professor’s input, so he got to practice and make some money in return. Chad’s science projects are turned in for his three labs, and his five class finals are next week. He had already taken the two online course finals and looked forward to the break.

The university notified everyone that they must leave our dorm for the winter break for a long-overdue makeover. Chad hired a student with a pickup to help him move items to storage, including his camera system. Now he was living out of his suitcase for the final week. Finals week arrived, and he finished with no problem. He did a once-over on the apartment and took a cab to the dojo with his bags.

Sensi went through his clothes and removed over half, saying, “We’re going shopping in Japan for what you need.” Sensi put him through a tough workout, and his muscles felt like rubber afterward. Chad was exhausted, so he showered, ate dinner, and fell asleep.

They left early in the morning for the airport, got through security at the international terminal, and boarded our flight. It was Chad’s first flight, so he was checking everything out. The airline was JAL, and we were in business class. It seemed everyone around us was speaking Japanese. Sensi gave Chad a set of headphones and a small disk player and said, “Learn.” It was a Japanese language program by a company named Babble, so he listened to it for the entire flight. Chad finished the Japanese language program on the train ride, which was also a first.

We transferred trains twice, got off, and took a bus to the retreat. The training Sensi had given him for the past few weeks came into view. He called it culture training, and Chad listened as he described what he would see and do. Sensi also said to respect our culture and the traditions they earned in battle for thousands of years. What may seem funny or stupid to you is an important part of our lives, so follow my direction and advice.

Chad was never to raise his voice, get into an argument, or fight outside the mat, but if you are attacked, he was to finish it quickly and make it final. Sensi said you will be tested, pushed, and made fun of while here. Let it go. The younger ones don’t feel you deserve to be here, so they will test you. Expect one of the best fighters to attack you outside the ring to teach you a lesson, so use your senses all the time and make it his last mistake.

Sensi was right. He was constantly badgered, called names, pushed, and shoved. When that didn’t work, the leader attacked him from behind, so Chad rolled away and drove his fist into the attacker’s throat so hard he heard a snap, and he fell, not moving. Chad went to the master’s, apologized for the disturbance, bowed, and left. The attacker’s friends stood with their heads bowed in shame as he walked away. He was supposed to be Chad’s test opponent.

A young master stepped in, and Chad passed his test. Chad was the youngest to reach master class and was taken into a room to prepare for the ritual. He was bathed and dressed, then Sensi led him into the ceremonial room. Bowing to the headmaster, Chad was presented with the same robe and belt as everyone else. Sensi removed my white robe, replaced it with a black-and-purple one, then gave me a drink. Chad drank it and passed out. When Chad woke up, he was in bed, and his arm, chest, and dick hurt. Sensi came into the room and handed Chad a paste to put on my sore areas, laughing as he left. Applying the paste, Chad noticed a symbol in the center of his chest, some Japanese symbols on his arm, and one on his dick. Sensi said you don’t talk to anyone about what happened last night. If someone sees your tattoos, say they are for good luck. Those who know will not challenge you and walk away swiftly. The one on your penis, the tattoo artist, got carried away, but she said it’s a great weapon, too. You will only see it when it is hard, so don’t worry, laughing as he left.

Chad was presented with a sword and a book, and then we left. The paste helped some, but the tattoo areas itched, and he was told not to scratch them, or infection would set in. They traveled back to the city, and he was used like a clothes horse. Sensi instructed them to estimate six inches of growth on my height, laughing as the girl blushed. He was right about filling my suitcases, and then we flew home. Chad stayed with Sensi while remodeling work was done in the dorms. He was teaching classes and upgrading Sensei’s computer, and all was going great.

Then Dad came to visit and told me he was getting married. Chad asked if he had had a health checkup lately. He said yes, we talked, and his fiancée wanted to meet me, so we arranged dinner. Chad arrived at the house, and Dad’s fiancée greeted him at the door. She asked me to call her Sandy and introduced me to her children. Sally was 12 years old, Susan was ten years old, and Sammy was eight years old. We sat down to eat, and Sally asked what grade I was in. Dad laughed, saying he’s in college and graduating when Chad? The end of the spring semester, Dad.

The table was stone quiet as he continued eating and asked for seconds, as Dad explained my educational advancement to them. Sandy asks where I stay, so he tells them he has an apartment in the senior dorms. She said that’s not right, and we will fix that right away. Chad stood, looked at her, and said You are not fixing anything. You raise yours however you want, but leave me out. Chad asked Dad to meet him outside, walked out of the house, and waited. He didn’t show, so Chad left, returned to the Sensei’s house, and told him what had happened. He said to call your attorney tomorrow and have him file the papers your parents signed. He had a rough night’s sleep.

Chad woke up the next morning, did his exercises and forms, then went for a run, showered, and went to breakfast. I called my attorney and told him about what happened. He said not to worry and that he would have her served this afternoon. Chad said he had better be in your office when Dad calls, or all hell breaks loose. Chad asked if we could run a background check on Dad’s fiancée and have a PI follow her for 2 weeks. Something is off with her, and I can’t place it.

Mr. Myers did both after Dad called Chad at his attorney’s office. Chad let him vent, and when he stopped, Chad said I’m disappointed in you, Dad. I don’t even know this woman, and you take her side after everything we’ve been through as a family. You just lost a son today, so enjoy the rest of your life. Goodbye, and hung up. Then Chad asked Mr. Myers for the PI file from his parents’ European vacation, picked out three photos, and left. Chad scanned the photos, took a cab to his work, left an envelope on his windshield, and returned to the dojo.

Dad walked in at closing and asked how long he had known. Chad said he’s known for a while. He said Dad, we are not and have never been close. If you want a female-led relationship, leave me out of it. I will destroy you, her, and her children in training. Do you realize I saved you from Mom, right? And who is Mom going to come after when she gets out? And you dare to sic another woman on me? Leave me the f•©k alone, or reap the consequences.

He looked sick leaving, but I knew it wasn’t over yet. Chad sent his Mom a picture of Dad and his new mistress with their address. Then he called Dad at work asking for sissy. The receptionist said we don’t have a sissy working here, so Chad said I’m sorry, John and then hung up. His wife-to-be or fiancée was a schoolteacher, and he found out she was an author, too. So, he printed out a list of books she wrote on Amazon, made a flyer that said she is teaching your children, and passed it out in the pickup queue.

Dad came to the dojo and begged me to stop. Chad said As soon as he has a notarized letter stating you and your bitch will leave me alone, I’ll stop thinking about you guys. Chad said to include your name, Sandy, and her training staff. All or nothing understood? Dad surprised Chad and brought the letter the next night. Unfortunately, there will be casualties when you release the dogs of war. Sandy was asked to resign, and Child Services showed up. They moved away, leaving poor Dad alone. So that was my winter break.

Chad moved back into his apartment a week before the spring semester started and met with his guidance counselor. She said he had enough credits to graduate with a BS in computer science. Chad asked how many credits for a science degree, too. She said four credits. He told her he wanted a master’s degree in computer programming and science, so fill out those classes this semester. She gave me the list of required filler courses, knowing Chad would do those online. He thanked her and gave her a gift card to the local steakhouse.

Chad had to rent a cart to haul the books back to his dorm room. He noticed new smoke detectors in the living room and bedroom. There had never been one in the bedroom before, so he called the fire marshal to ask whether one was required in the bedroom. The fire marshal said no, so he asked when they last inspected our building. He said you want me to check them out, right? Chad told him you’re the expert, but ask yourself, when was the last time a school exceeded the minimum? He asked for my phone number and said he would stop by tomorrow.

Chad put Post-its over the holes and read his new course books. He had just finished the second book when there was a knock on the door. He looked out the new peephole and saw a guy with a ladder, so Chad entered the bedroom and waited. The guy opened the door, came in, set up the ladder, and then went up to remove the Post-it notes. Chad walked up to him and yelled Who are you? He fell off the ladder, and his right arm was bent at a weird angle. Chad asked again Who are you? He pissed his pants, so I called 911 and said he had an intruder in my dorm room.

The police arrived, and Chad pointed to the smoke detectors. One officer went up and pulled it down. Yep, cameras, so he said we were gone over the holiday break, and they remodeled. There was a new one in my bedroom that raised my suspicions. Then this guy used a key to come in and fell when I yelled. Weird Kevin, as he is known, was arrested and expelled from school. All his equipment and cameras were removed, causing quite an uproar. Excitement over, Chad continued reading till dinner time, ate at the canteen, and went to sleep.

Chad woke up, did his exercises and forms, then ran, returned, and cleaned up. While eating breakfast, he saw a campus newspaper. The news didn’t interest him, so he checked the classifieds and saw an electric bike. Chad called and asked about it and how much, and said I’ll come by in 30 minutes. It was a BMX electric bike with an extra battery, so Chad test-rode it. Then we bargained, and he got it for $200. He asked about the age restrictions for operating the bike. The guy said to stay off the sidewalks, don’t do anything crazy, and you’ll be okay.

So, Chad rode his BMX electric bike to the bike shop. He got a helmet and a good lock and rode home. He finished reading his course books, and classes start tomorrow. So, Chad mapped his class routes, ensured his backpack had all his supplies, ate dinner, and fell asleep. After a long vacation, the following two weeks were spent getting into the swing of things, but he felt good about the classes and his four online courses.

Chapter 3

Time for another dose of the serum. Chad rode to his storage room, injected himself, put in his diary February 7^th dose, measured his height, and he is now 6 feet and 185 lbs. Chad rode to the mall and got new jeans that are a bit longer and new boxers. My shirts are okay, but I picked up some more and rode home. He got sidetracked earlier by the smoke detector issue and forgot his idea on the bus. The university has an excellent electronics lab and library. He wanted to research light types that interrupt video. Then he’d analyze how each light source disrupts the video signal.

After finishing his research, Chad called the electronics store to ask if they carried the needed LED lights. They do, so he picked up 15 LED lights, wire, connectors, and batteries, then rode home. Chad wired 6 in a circle in the view of my security camera, then downloaded the last 15 minutes off the recorder and viewed it on my laptop. Wow, how cool that looks. The video shows a large white ball where the lights are, so he has a video camera blocker.

He wanted to hook up the lights to a necklace or modify a baseball hat, and the hat won. Chad looked online for miniature LEDs in this light source and ordered a box of 50. Then he thought how cool it would be to put them around a truck or car license plate frame. It would make the license plate invisible to any camera. Yes, that’s an excellent idea. Now he needed to source a video and audio detector, so Chad went to the engineering department and asked his friend Matt, whom he helped pass trig last semester.

Chad asked Matt where he could find an audio and video detector. Matt pulls out a USB stick, copies an icon on his laptop, and hands it to me. We walk outside, and he says Chad, that is the link to the dark web. They have everything and more, so be careful. Matt said never to use your computer at home and always use a hotspot or someone else’s Wi-Fi. Next, get gift cards for payment. Never use your credit or debit card. Lastly, find a drop-off location for the package. I’ve used houses for sale before, but that can be tricky if you forget or a nosy neighbor intercepts the package. Matt said to check the package before bringing it home for bugs or trackers. Otherwise, it’s got everything you could want, legal or illegal, and said goodbye and walked back inside.

So, what do you think a person would do with this USB stick, let alone a college student? Chad went to Walmart and bought two Visa gift cards for $500 each. Then he rode through the nearby neighborhoods, finding three vacant houses that would work, and wrote down their addresses. Chad stopped at the local hotel and used their Wi-Fi to surf the dark web, and Matt didn’t lie. He saw all kinds of things he wanted, but purchased a combination audio/video detector, a master’s lock-pick set with a manual, and had a vacant house used for delivery. Chad added a book called “The Art of Safe Cracking.” As he rode back to his dorm, he realized masking his IP address would be his next project.

Pulling his bike into his dorm room, Chad wondered whether the encryption app on his phone could affect his phone’s internet access, like when he sends an encrypted message to someone. They couldn’t open it, but still received it, so he spent the rest of the day copying the app and giving it internet access, but it didn’t work. So, he stopped and headed to the canteen to get dinner. Thinking about his encryption program, if he broke it down into pieces, tested them one at a time, and saw what happened. Tomorrow is a full day, so he went to bed and fell asleep.

Time for another dose of the serum. Chad rode over to his storage room, injected himself, and put in his diary the April 8^th dose. He measured his height and was now 6’1” and 185 lbs. Chad’s growth has slowed, and with no weight gain, he wonders what other changes are taking place. He noticed his senses changed as he became more aware of people around him, and could smell a girl’s perfume after leaving the table beside him. The biggest change seems to be in his cognitive skills and reflexes.

Chad was processing information more quickly, so he went to the library and looked it up. The definition of cognitive skills hit him with what was happening to him. He was processing the information quicker, like a math problem he used to think about and work out. Chad now has the answer without having to think about it. It seems tied to memory, so seeing or doing something before it comes up quickly allows him to solve new problems more quickly. The other thing was that his reflexes are quicker. Chad was sitting in the canteen reading an article on programming. He knocked his drink bottle over and caught it before it fell off the table. Chad stopped, looked around to see if anyone was looking, and was relieved it wasn’t noticed.

He wished he had Uncle Charley’s notes on what other changes he should expect in the future. Oh, Chad forgot that he had a birthday and was 12 years old. And he started getting morning erections as the article said he would when reaching puberty. Chad’s problem was that it happened during the day while at school. He told Sensi of his problem and laughed, saying he didn’t miss those embarrassing times. He taught me relaxation techniques to ease my tension and to focus on something else.

We started by sitting in a lotus position, and he spoke in a quiet voice with my eyes closed, asking me to focus on my foot. Sensi told Chad to relax, and dam if it didn’t work. Sensi worked his way up my body, naming body parts to relax, and after reaching my head, I woke up or came out of whatever, and he said it was a relaxation technique practiced for centuries called meditation. Sensi said he should do it once a day, ideally midday, and then said to come by the dojo on Saturday at 4 pm.

When Chad returned to campus, he could feel the tension in the air. Midterms were upon us, and everyone was stressed. You could see the privileged few playing sports or being here for social reasons, not academic ones. The rest of us hated these times, or at least most of us did. It didn’t bother him as he knew the material, so it was another day. He forgot to pick up his order from the dark web, went to the vacant house, and parked in the alley. Thankfully, the package was still there, and he opened the box.

Chad threw the box and packing material away and returned to his dorm room. He swept his dorm room with the bug detector, which was clean. Then he practiced picking locks and knew it would be a hobby. The book on opening safes was an eye-opener, and he could hardly wait to try it. Chad carried a pocket set and practiced when no one was around. The safes were more difficult to practice, but he searched and found quite a few to practice.

He befriended an old locksmith in town whose shop was a gold mine of material and things to practice on. Chad would stop by to straighten up his back room or junk pile. He called it his back room, but it was a small warehouse. He would spend an hour or two in the back cleaning and organizing, then pick his brain on electronic locks. Some safes have touch pads instead of dials, so he told Chad how to open one. He even gave me an old safe for my dorm room.

The weekend arrived, and he had just finished his program for safe internet browsing. Chad had it on his laptop and could access the internet anonymously via Wi-Fi. He realized it could cause problems if he used it constantly, so he used it sparingly for the dark web and special projects.

Chad arrived at the dojo at 4 pm, and Sensi was closing up, so he helped. Then Sensi drove Chad into a part of the city he had never visited. We stopped at a small shop and went in. He couldn’t tell what the shop was because the sign was in Japanese. An older lady came out, and we bowed, and Sensi conversed with her in Japanese. Chad was led to a back room where she stripped off his pants and boxers. She measured his waist, thigh, and dick, soft and hard. He dressed, and Sensi and Chad left. He explained the woman was a master seamstress and would make a device for you to wear to ease your concerns. He drove me back to the university and then left.

Chad went to see his professor, whom he had programmed for, and a party was happening. He sold the software to Dell, and that party ended the project. He asked the professor if he needed help tearing down the racks and servers. He said Sure, if you want the job, it’s yours. He told Chad to throw it in the recycle bin and keep what he wanted. Chad told the professor he would do it tomorrow and left to find his buddy with a truck.

We moved everything to storage the next day, and he paid Steven $50 for his help. Steven said Call me if you need any assistance. Again, left happy. Midterms were just long tests for him, and Chad finished on Wednesday. So, he called Sensi and asked if he wanted my help for the next ten days. Sensi said Of course, I could use your help. Come in tomorrow morning. That’s how Chad spent his break, working during the day and training after hours with Sensi.

Sensi took Chad to the master seamstress after they closed one day. They picked up six silk cock socks or sleeves from the master seamstress, made for me. The waistband had elastic, then an 8” piece of material dropped off the band on the left side with a pocket and a strap secured to my left leg. It looked like a gunfighter’s holster, but made of silk inside the thigh. It was very comfortable. Chad bowed, thanked her, picked her up, kissed her cheek, and left. She was speaking rapidly in Japanese to Sensi as he left. Sensi was laughing, getting into the car, and saying, “You sure know how to make a woman happy.”

It was time for another dose of the serum. Chad rode over to his storage room, injected himself, and put in his diary June 9th dose. He measured his height and was still 6’1” and 195 lbs. He gained 10 lbs. Most of the changes are happening inside him now. With the cognitive skills, reflexes, and heightened senses from the last shot, he wondered what this shot would bring. Chad managed to calm down his puberty issues with masturbation once in the morning and then before bed, which has made it somewhat better, but not a total fix by far. His dick was still the same length, erect at 9” and 7” soft, and his cock socks work great to keep him from embarrassment.

Chad had two weeks off and offered to help Sensi, but he declined, saying his friend needed my help more. That explains why he was getting on a plane to South Dakota. Sensi said he needed to experience different things, so this trip would expand his horizons, and he laughed. The plane lands, and Chad feels like he has stepped back in time. Cowboy hats, boots, and large belt buckles seem to be the thing to wear here. There is a blond girl about 5’6’’, very good looking, holding up a sign Chad Chambers, so he walks over to her and says Are you my ride to paradise?

She laughed, saying You can only hope, so Chad put his suitcase in the back of the truck and got in. Chad told her he feels naked around here, dressed like this. He asked if he needed different clothes. She said, naked, and looked at him laughing, saying We’ll stop outside of town and get you some work clothes. These stores in town sell to the cowboy wannabes. As we drove through town, all the boot and western clothing stores were in our rearview mirror. She said I’m Candice, and Chad asked whether he could call her Candy. She hit my arm and said Not if you want to live past today. Chad said that’s good to know, laughing as we pull into a barn parking lot.

An older lady says, “Hey, Candice, where did you find the stud, and are there more laughing? “Candice said Oh, I will get you for that, Becky. His name is Chad, and he’s helping on the ranch for a few weeks. He’s a city boy who’s never been on a ranch, so we need work clothes, boots, and a hat. And you stay there, Becky. We are in a hurry today, so there is no time to play as we walk away. Becky yells You know the rules, only one person in the changing rooms, laughing.

We got everything and were on our way to the ranch when Chad asked how long the drive would take. Candice said we’re on it now. About 20 minutes more and we’ll reach the house. Candice says, Chad, Dad said you graduated from college and are going for your master’s. How old are you? Chad said Well, Candice, I’ll answer that when you tell me how old you are. Boyfriend or girlfriend or both? Candice yells, I’m sixteen and no to both laughing, you pervert. Chad said he’d heard two girls and a guy keep everyone busy. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. He turned 12 in April, and she slammed on the brakes, looked at him, and said,” You’re 12 years old?” Chad said yes, and I’ve always had a thing for older women, wiggling his eyebrows. She was laughing, saying Older woman over again as we started again. She couldn’t stop laughing as we pulled in front of the ranch house.

A man and woman were sitting on the porch looking at Candice, and she couldn’t stop laughing, so he walked up and said Hi, I’m Chad Chambers, and this laughing hyena is Candice. Candice grabs her Mom and pulls her inside, so the man says,” Hi Chad, I’m Ben Forester, and the woman pulled inside is my wife, Kathy.” Can I ask what got into Candice? She asked my age, and he said Only if you tell me yours. She did, and he told her he’d just turned 12, and she couldn’t believe it. What got her started was that he said I’ve always had a thing for older women. Ben was laughing, saying Older woman at 16, come on and sit for a while.

Ben starts by saying what Thomas said, then corrects himself. Your Sensi said you could take care of yourself, but the hired help always gets tested. Do you know what I mean? Sure, Ben, I know what you mean. Chad said he had a few rules he lived by, so he felt obligated to share them with you. My opponent gets to fight another day if it’s a straight-up fight. They don’t get back up if I’m ambushed or a weapon is used. If I’m reading this right, you endorse this behavior, so I think it’s best to go home now so I don’t have to kill anyone.

Chad walked inside, grabbed his things, and walked away. Ben was staring at my back as I walked away, shocked at what I said, and he called Sensi. When Sensi heard what had happened, he said to send him home. Ben, Chad is a lot better than I am and will kill anyone who threatens him. You said you need help, not fresh meat, for a fight club. Where is he now? Ben said Chad grabbed his things and left, walking. Sensi said to let him go, and I’ll call the state patrol to give him a ride to the airport. Ben is shocked when Kathy and Candice walk out and ask where Chad is.

Ben told them the boys would challenge him. He said they would get up to fight another day if it were a straight-up fight. If they ambushed or used a weapon, they stay down. Then he said I supported it, so that he would leave, so he didn’t have to kill anyone. My army friend said I’d be a dead man if he didn’t make it back. His wife said Well, you f•©k this one up. Now we have to kill him and have no choice. If they ever find the graves in the back, they’re all f•©ked.

She asked Candice to get the boys after him and ensure they’re armed. Candice ran to the bunkhouse, and the boys took off in a pickup truck. It was a good thing Chad circled back to hear all the juicy details. He hid until they were asleep, used his needles, stripped them, staked them at the exposed graves, drove the pickup to the airport, and ordered a charter flight. He was picked up, made it home after 6 pm, ate a large dinner at the canteen, and then crashed.

Chad woke up, did his exercises and forms, ran, returned to the dorm, showered, dressed, and went to the cafeteria for breakfast. He returned to his dorm, called Sensi, and told him he was home. Sensi apologized for the f•©k up but said he needed exposure to different styles of living. Chad laughed and said he got it this trip and will pass on that lifestyle. He told Sensi he would be by in the morning and hung up. Looking at the pile of dirty clothes, Chad put his new work clothes on top and headed to the laundry. There, he met Stacy while doing his laundry, and we talked about summer school and what classes we were taking.

Stacy was premed and amazed that he completed the two courses she was taking. She asked if she could stop by to look at my class notes. Stacy found that he never took notes, but had his homework for them. When she arrived, it was like déjà vu, and Chad politely asked her to leave, and she did. He got a weird vibe, looked around where she was, and found a bug under the kitchen island. Chad walked outside, called his attorney, Mr. Myers, and asked him what I should do.

With no advice, Chad gave him his idea and asked if he could swing it. Mr. Myers said yes, but give him a few days to line it up. In the meantime, Chad ordered two remote cameras, one for his floor and one for the second floor, with priority shipping. It will be here tomorrow. Chad knew this had to be about something other than the South Dakota screwup, so that left Uncle Charley and his encryption sale.

So, for the rest of the day, he put on music, left the apartment, watched our building, and got an idea. Chad saw a nice black SUV in the parking lot, so he picked the lock and looked in the glove box for the registration. It was registered to a company called The Risen Group, so he searched the back and found a gold mine of goodies. Chad removed the four suitcases, moved them into the woods, and called Steven. Thirty minutes later, he was back across the way, taking pictures of another SUV parking in our parking lot. A man exited the SUV and entered the dorm, so Chad did the same thing and stashed the goodies in the woods. Then a different man exited our building, so he took photos of him leaving in the first SUV.

The shift change was 1 hour after he looked at his phone, so he set alarms for 8, 10, and 12 hours, went to the cafeteria for lunch, and took pictures with his new stolen camera. Chad went to the library and read three books on photography, then went outside and experimented with the camera. It was time for dinner, so he headed to the canteen. Chad was leaving when another SUV pulled in, so he called campus security and lied about two SUVs without parking permits parked in the lot for several days. He emptied the new SUV’s trunk and watched as two tow trucks hauled the SUVs away. Chad hid the cases in the woods again, returned to his apartment, and went to bed.

Early the next morning, Chad exercised, did his forms, went for a run, showered, and went to the cafeteria for breakfast. Then he called Sensi and told him he was under surveillance, so we needed to meet elsewhere. Sensi said to go to the library at 9:30 am, and he will watch to see if you were followed, then meet you inside. Chad met Sensi in the library, told him about the girl and the funny feeling he got when he was in her room, then asked her to leave. He found an audio bug where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.

Sensi said he would leave first. Wait 15 minutes, go to the bookstore, wait just inside, wait for my car, then run out and hop in. We were driving into the country when we pulled into a driveway with a metal archway that said, “Stratford Stables.” Sensi pulled up to the barn, and a lady in western wear greeted us. She hugged Sensi, and Chad was introduced to Helen Stratford. Sensi told Helen he tried to get Chad out of the city and arranged for him to stay at Ben Forester’s ranch in South Dakota, but Ben was into some weird shit, luring drifters to the ranch and then having them fight for their lives.

When Ben told Chad, the boys would challenge him. Chad told Ben that if one of his boys fought straight up, they could get up and fight another day. But if they attacked him, they wouldn’t get back up. Ben was shaken up by what Chad said. Chad said that since Ben supported this, he would leave before he had to kill someone. Ben’s wife and daughter were also in it, and they went after Chad, but he got away and returned home. Sensi said he wanted him to see something other than concrete and buildings, so we were here to see if you could teach him to ride.

Helen said she would teach him, but he’s got the wrong clothes and shoes to ride. Chad said he had the proper clothes at home, but Sensi didn’t say where we were going. Sensi laughed when Helen looked at him strangely and said You have your horses. I teach martial arts. Helen said to bring Chad by Friday afternoon and pick him up late Sunday. So, we left, and Sensi said Ben, Helen, and I were in the same unit in the army. Our team got attacked, and we were the only ones left alive.

Sensi dropped Chad off a block from the university, said to meet him here on Friday at 4:30 pm, and drove away. He returned to his dorm and entered his room through the back door. He turned off the stereo and switched the TV to the religious channel. Getting hungry, Chan walked to the canteen for dinner, returned to his dorm room, turned off the TV, and slept.

The next morning, after breakfast, Mr. Myers, his attorney, called and said we were on for 11 am today. They arrived and set a boom box on the kitchen counter. No one talked, and Mr. Myers handed Chad a script. Chad followed the script, yelled no, and hit the remote on the boom box. The shots were loud, and we sat and waited. The door bursts open, and two men charge into the room, then say shit. The Judge says hello to agents Thomas and Gage. I would like to see your warrant. While you’re getting that out, call agents Smith and Adams. Placing a listening device without a warrant is a felony, as you know.

Two marshals entered, handcuffed the agents, and left while their upstairs dorm room was cleaned out. Poor Stacy lost her dorm room and clothes all at once. The dorm manager had the door fixed immediately, but it was now metal, as they don’t make our door type in wood anymore. The rest of the day was boring. He rode his electric bike to the sporting goods store, bought three large gym bags, and hauled the contents of the suitcases to storage. Four were filled with cash, so someone is in trouble. Chad headed home for dinner and went to bed early.

Waking up Friday morning, Chad exercised and did forms, ran, returned to his dorm, showered, dressed, and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. After breakfast, he returned to his dorm room to pack for the weekend and worked on his internet box for wired connections until it was time to go. Chad met Sensi, and he did a double-take, laughing at me. Chad said he bought these in South Dakota, so he might as well get some use out of them. We arrived, and Chad got out and put on his hat. Helen said he looked like a gunfighter when he looked at Sensi. Chad asked if he gets a gun too?

Walking back to the house, Helen asked me who picked out your outfit. Chad said he did. When Ben’s daughter pulled out faded blue jeans, he rebelled and went all black. She said you would regret it, and he did, laughing. Helen asked what he did to Ben’s clan. Helen said Oh, come on, you wouldn’t have left them to come after you, so? Chad showed her the picture on his phone, and she broke up laughing. A human arrow? He said it points to the graveyard of their victims, and they were alive when he left.

Helen showed Chad the horses, where and how to touch them, and then we went to the house for dinner and then to bed. Chad had a lot of fun at Helen’s place. We went on a short ride Saturday morning and a longer one in the afternoon, but Sunday’s ride was wiped out. Helen and Sensi were laughing at him as they walked to the car. She said to bring him back in a few weeks, and we’ll make him a cowboy. Sensi asked how it was overall. Chad said he had a great time, but Saturday’s long ride did me in. He said you’ll get used to it in no time. Think about how those cowboys felt back in their day. We parted at the same spot, and he crawled into bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, Chad woke up sore but still exercised and did his forms, then ran, showered, dressed, and ate a large breakfast. Then his attorney, Mr. Myers, met Chad at his dorm. As they drove to the courthouse, he said the agents had to be connected to your uncle’s deal. Let’s see what happens to them. Chad asked who the two suits in the second row of the courtroom were, and his attorney pulled him out into the hallway. The overweight one on the left was involved in your uncle’s case. If he saw me, he would know we were tied together, so beware of him and leaving me in the hall.

So, Chad went outside, scoped out the cars, saw two SUVs, and picked the trunks’ locks. Chad determined this was the fat man’s, so he slid into the back seat and bent as low as possible. The man came out and got in, and Chad knocked him out with a punch to his head. He got out, pushed the fat f•©ker over, drove away, and found an abandoned warehouse. Chad pulled him out, stripped him, beat the living shit out of him, and left him nude and unconscious. Then he drove the SUV to his storage, emptied it, left it downtown with the car keys in the ignition, and walked away.

Chad opened the fat man’s wallet, and his name was Norman Lundy, and he lived 15 miles away. So, he grabbed two large gym bags, took side streets to his house, and parked his bike in his backyard. Chad picked the kitchen door lock and went to the study. He searched for the safe and found it behind the bookshelf, and the fool hadn’t locked it. Inside the safe were boxes of files on one side and the other had shelving with cash, handguns, and personal documents. There was way too much shit for him to carry on his bike. So, he took all the money, handguns, a black book, Uncle Charley’s file, and his computer hard drive, then trashed his office. He left boxes of files spread across the floor with the safe door open. Chad moved his gym bags outside, went back inside, turned on the gas fireplace, and turned on the stove burner.

He rode with a large gym bag on his back and one on the handlebars. Dumping everything in his storage, he rode home with only the black book. Chad put the bike in his dorm room, went to the canteen for dinner, then returned to his dorm room and inspected Norman’s black book. It listed three large bank accounts and a running list of payouts. Norman had paid his three Aunts $25k each, $50k to his Mom, and $15k to his Dad. Chad knew what he was looking for, and with mom and dad’s input, Norman would know Chad was using Uncle Charley’s formula. It was time for him to plan and think.

Time for another dose of the serum. Chad rode to his storage room, injected himself, put in my diary August 10^th dose, and measured my height. He was still 6’1” and gained ten pounds to 205 lbs. His height has remained the same, and he has gained 10 lbs., but the changes seem to be inside. His cognitive skills, reflexes, and heightened senses continue to improve, and he was getting mild headaches at the front of his head in the morning. Chad’s appearance is changing, too. He has to shave twice a week now. That’s the only physical change he can identify right now.

Summer classes are done, and he was waiting for the fall classes to begin. Sensi got Chad a false driver’s license that will pass inspection because the state issued it. He doesn’t know how he got it, and didn’t ask. He bought a used Ford F-150 4x4 with 40k miles. Chad parked it off campus in a garage he rented. The agents who bugged his apartment were convicted and are serving 15 years each. The overweight Norman Lundy disappeared and was never found. His house burned down, and speculation was that he ran after his agents were caught.

Chad learned how to open bank accounts, so the money in Norman Lundy’s accounts is gone. He finished his hardwired internet box, so his computer was unidentifiable when using a plug-in connection. Chad was on the way to Helen’s to spend the last week before classes started. Riding horses was like a drug, and he enjoyed it a lot. The horses seem to respond to him, so he talks to them as he’s riding, and it’s therapeutic.

The week went too fast, and he’s back at school, working hard, getting used to the new schedule, and trying to develop a routine. It came together after two weeks, and he thought about what to do on winter break, so he checked on his government-funded bank account and noticed activity. So, Chad changed all the passwords and printed a statement. Four withdrawals for $50k each, so he checked where it went and hit a roadblock at the bank it went to, so he saved the information. Then Chad logged in to the dark web and bought five highly rated books on computer hacking. He knew who took it, but not why, and he wondered if Uncle Charley’s money was safe. So, he went to law school, talked to a professor I’ve worked for, and asked the question. His response was yes because it’s controlled by someone else who releases the money. The attorney makes requests, and then the administrator approves or disapproves of them.

Chad thanked the professor and headed back to his dorm room to think. He thought Mr. Myers wanted to communicate by phone only because of the agents, but now he’s unsure, so he went to the courthouse. Chad asked a clerk how he could determine what cases were heard on a specific date. She asked for the date and Judge and printed it for me, charging a $20 fee. Chad asked if he was interested in one of these cases for school. Could he view the transcripts? She handed me an open records request and said to fill it out and pay a $125 fee. If it’s not restricted, you get it right away. Chad thanked her and went outside to look at the list.

He knew Mr. Myers was up to something or in trouble and wanted to hide it, but why? He got a huge fee for selling my encryption program to the government and could retire if he wanted. He could also hurt me badly if he had a change of heart. Should I break into his office this weekend and find out what is happening, or his house? Chad decided to do his office first and then his home. He will need an escape plan to identify escape routes if it goes to shit. That, along with his LED hat and gloves, should be enough. It turned out that the problem solved itself before he had to break into his office. Mr. Myers jumped off the roof of his office building last night.

Chapter 4

Chad got a call from Judge Robert Flagg wanting to see him two days after Mr. Myers’ death. When he arrived, Judge Flagg explained that his trust attorney had died and that he had been assigned the case. Let’s go over expenses first. Tuition is quite high. Is there a reason? Chad said he’s on a scholarship, and it costs nothing. The only thing he receives is $ 4,000 a month in expenses. Judge Flagg looked ill and said the money had been spent on your education. When are you going to graduate? Chad said the end of the semester. He says that explains it. Mr. Myers was milking the trust, and when you graduate, all funds and expenses are listed.

The judge said, ok, what degree are you going to have? Chad said dual master’s in computers and science, sir. If I may say, he was acting weird one day, we were at the courthouse for the trial of the FBI agents who bugged my apartment without a warrant. We were sitting in the back, and he saw someone, pulled me out of the courtroom, and left. The cases heard that day were the agents and people vs. DeMarco, sir. That explains his jump or push. DeMarco was or is an enforcer for the mob. Your money is safe, and his insurance will reimburse the trust. Judge Flagg said, “So your only expenses are living expenses,” and Chad said, “Yes.” He gave me his card to call if anything came up, then left.

Something felt wrong, so Chad headed to the restroom and waited behind the door. A few seconds later, a big guy walks in, and Chad knocks him out, drags him to a stall, and pulls his pants down like he’s taking a dump. Then he exited the courthouse out the side door, scanned the parking lot, and saw a large SUV with heavily tinted rear windows and a big guy behind the wheel. Chad waited, and ten minutes later the big guy got out and went into the courthouse. He entered the rear door of the SUV, struck the man in his chest as hard as he could, took his wallet and keys, then walked away. Chad rode his electric bike back to his dorm, went to the cafeteria for dinner, and then home to relax before bed. He was lying on his bed, thinking about what kind of trouble would happen next.

It was time for another dose of the serum. Chad rode to his storage, injected himself, put in his diary October 11th dose, measured his height, and he grew an inch to 6’2” and stayed at 205lbs. Again, most of the changes are still internal. My cognitive skills, reflexes, and heightened senses continue to improve. The mild headaches in the front of my head have stopped, and I can read some people’s thoughts in my immediate area. It threw me when my professor was writing a problem on the whiteboard, and the image of a topless blond girl by a pool popped into my mind. Things like that started slowly, then increased, and soon Chad realized he was reading other people’s thoughts. If he tried to read someone’s thoughts, his headaches would start again. His appearance has remained the same. Chad should shave every day, but he likes to let go a day or two, and those are things he can identify right now.

The Judge straightened out the trust, and it is running smoothly. He hasn’t had any problems with anyone, and Chad likes it that way. Sensi is on his experience kick again, and we are going camping for Thanksgiving break. Sensi hired some help so he could get free more often. Chad thinks Sensi feels he’s missed having a father figure in my life, so he’s the big brother taking his place. He hopes it isn’t freezing where we go. He’s coding again for the professor on his new project, which he assigns in pieces, so no one knows what the other person is doing. It’s top secret and all that.

Chad had been saving the used syringes and now has enough to analyze the serum. The further he gets in the treatment cycle, the more he feels Uncle Charley didn’t know what changes would or could happen. Chad knew he had started treatments because the natural growth cycle was supercharged, and, as Uncle Charley witnessed, it had no value for adults at its current configuration. Chad wanted to duplicate the formula and add another year or two of treatments. So, he went to the chemistry lab after hours and analyzed the serum. All the ingredients were in the stock room, but it was locked. Chad picked the lock and made enough serum for twelve more doses. Then he cleaned the lab, put the new serum in his storage room, and returned to his dorm room.

The closer we get to the break, the more Sensi has upped his game. We have been going to the archery range, and now he has a compound bow and arrows with interchangeable heads. The more he thinks about this trip, the more it becomes a hunting trip on which we camp. The real kicker was the hunter’s safety course, which he had to attend over two weekends. We prepared our packs two weeks ahead, with Sensi explaining what was needed and why. Then Chad had to unpack and repack numerous times. Sensi stressed knowing where everything is quickly and always packing it back the same way.

We were traveling up in the mountains in my truck because his car wasn’t suited for this trip. We have hunter’s camo, everything, including underwear. Chad asked why if we were wearing all that outerwear. Sensi just laughed and said We get socks too. When the time comes, Sensi tells Chad to turn onto the dirt road, and he asks Where? Sensi points, and with all the brush, it doesn’t look like a road. They turn to go a short distance, and then he says to stop. Sensi jumps out, goes through the brush, unlocks, pulls a heavy chain to the side, waves him past, and relocks it.

We continue up a pothole, rock-infested trail until we hit a clearing, turn into the trees, and park. We spent an hour or so cleaning the area to set up the tent and build the fire pit. Let’s not forget the latrine. Oh, the fun of camping and balancing over a hole, half asleep, but we’re here for new experiences, and this is new. Our camp is set up, the firewood hunt is on, cut it to the right size and stack, and we have dinner outdoors and then sleep. We wake up early, grab our gear, and head out on a trail through the trees. He seems to know until we stop, and he points up. It looks like a small treehouse, with nothing but a floor. We set down our packs and walked a short distance to take a leak, and he explained that our scent would keep the game away, so never use the bathroom by your hunting spot.