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    The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY").
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and rather far fetched, if you ask me.

    This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
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herein are even possible.  This is just fantasy, and should
be treated as such.  This fantasy takes place in the mid
1970s to late 1980s, without any fear from AIDS or any other
sexually transmitted diseases, so don't try this at home.

[Author's note: The first two parts to this story were
written as a setup for the rest of the story.  As such, they
are trying to convey a rather unique experience and don't
convey much (or even any!) sexual debauchery.  But you really
should read them if you wish to enjoy or understand the rest
of the story.]

Title: Dream State

Author: JiMC

Version: $Revision: 1.14 $ $Date: 2004/07/31 03:06:02 $

Chapter 11--"How Can You Run When You Know?"

    I won't bore you with too many details of the island
hopping that Mary and I did, except to say that we lived the
full tourist life to the hilt.

    I visited the Maui D.M.V. and found that there was indeed
a "replacement" license waiting for me (after a written test
and an eye exam).  I wasn't sure about driving, since it had
been a very long time since I had actually driven a car, but
it was nice to have the license (Debbie's and Aimee's little
shack in Makena was listed as my address).

    We stayed overnight at a resort hotel, courtesy of
Debbie's credit card.  Mary and I made love that night as
well.  It actually felt a little strange; it was the first
time since I came out of my coma that I had made love with a
woman without being inside her head.  Mary and I quickly
adjusted, though, and our love was just about as passionate
as ever.

    The next morning, Mary and I took a sunrise excursion to
Mt. Haleakala, the famous "House of the Sun." We spent the
rest of the day just lounging around at our hotel.

    The day after, we took an inter-island flight to Oahu,
where Mary and I visited Old Honolulu, and looked at the
Arizona Memorial and Battleship Missouri at Pearl Harbor.
Even though neither of us served in the Navy, the memorial
tugged our heart strings as we thought about the attack that
brought our country into World War II.

    Mary and I also spent a day on Waikiki Beach, but as I
wasn't an avid swimmer, we went back to tour the shops in
Honolulu.

    I was able to use our time alone to talk some things over
with Mary.  I asked her about the ethics involved in my
"scanning" for the girls.  Mary was a bit surprised at my
hesitation, since she had just assumed that since I could do
it, that I probably did it all the time.  Mary was a fellow
officer, and quickly came to see my point of view.  I found
her ideas comforting.  She decided that it was a good thing
that I ask for permission before "invading the privacy of the
others." She also was unhesitant in giving me permission to
scan for her any time and for any reason.

    "I have few secrets from you, Jim," she said, all
seriousness in her eyes.

    At night time, Mary and I would talk to Debbie and Aimee
by phone at prearranged times scheduled thoughtfully by
Aimee, who seemed to know the kinds of sights we were
interested in, even making some good suggestions for nice
places to visit.

    All in all, it was a very relaxing week.  Mary and I also
continued to make love every evening, and sometimes even in
the morning.

    Aimee was right about one thing... my bad dreams had
stopped.

* * *

    After about a week, I found that I was looking forward to
talking with Debbie and Aimee on the phone.  Despite being in
paradise, I found those calls the highlights of my days.  I
discussed this with Mary, who also felt the same way.

    Mary and I had decided to head back to Maui to the shack,
and when we told Aimee, she hesitated.

    "What's up, Aimee?" I asked, knowing that the voice I was
hearing on the other end of the phone wasn't the
down-to-business person that we knew Aimee to be.

    "I think it might be best if we meet you at the airport
in Oahu.  I've already called back Mely and June, and they
will be able to depart the islands tonight," Aimee said.

    This was an abrupt change in plans.

    "Tonight?  We were going to take an excursion
tomorrow..." I said.

    Aimee interrupted me, again, completely out of character.
"Please trust me, Captain."

    I knew that when Aimee addressed me by rank, she was
trying to tell me something.  I didn't know what it was, and
Aimee's not answering me directly indicated that either I
wasn't supposed to know something, or that she wasn't able to
say something for some reason.  I decided to trust her.

    "Alright, Aimee.  Is there anything you need from us?" I
asked.

    I could hear Aimee pause on the other end, and then she
said, "I'll take care of everything, Jim.  June will call you
to arrange when and where we will meet."

    Mary knew by my tone that something was up.  She looked
concerned.  I put my finger to my lips to keep her quiet
while I was on the phone and she nodded.

    "OK, Aimee.  See you later," I said.

    I hung up the phone.

    "What's happening, Jim?" Mary asked.

    "Our trip to Hawaii is being cut short.  Aimee didn't say
why, but just for us to trust her," I answered.

    "Of course we trust her," Mary said, looking me in the
eye.

    "She also referred to me as 'Captain.' Something is up,
and I think she was trying to give me a clue."

    "The military?" asked Mary.

    I shrugged.  "Perhaps.  We'll be meeting Mely and June at
Honolulu International tonight."

    "I figured that much," Mary said.

    The two of us were a bit nervous.

    June called an hour later, and told me when and where she
would meet Mary and I at the airport.  Mary and I showed up
at the exact time and location specified and found June
waiting for us.  She escorted us to Debbie's jet.

    Aimee and Debbie were already on board, and Mary and I
hugged the two of them when we arrived.  Aimee still didn't
seem to want to answer the questions that she knew were
bothering Mary and I, and I let her take her time.

    We were up in the air around midnight.

    After we were aloft, Debbie approached where Mary and I
were sitting together.  "I'm sorry to cut your vacation
short, Master, but..." She paused.

    Finally, Mary couldn't take it.  "But...?" she prodded.

    "Somehow, somebody is doing some checking up on you,"
Debbie finally said.

    "How do you know?" I asked.

    Aimee went on to describe how some of her sources have
recently been asked questions regarding Debbie and her, and
some of those questions involved whether or not they knew a
certain Jim Montgomery.

    This was very interesting, because until now, I didn't
know that any agency that would be interested in tracking me
would have connected me to Debbie or Aimee.

    If I thought I was paranoid, Debbie and Aimee actually
managed to outdo me, mostly because the "state of the art"
(as Aimee worded it) in intelligence gathering had improved
quite a bit in the time that I had been out of the picture.

    Back in the days that I remember, computers were these
big, impersonal things that people used to blame when you got
some outrageous error in your phone or electrical bill.
Nowadays, "personal computers" could be had by just about
anybody for as little as a couple thousand dollars... which
in itself was totally mind-blowing (my words!).

    Aimee also explained that with the current almost
ubiquity of these little machines, businesses were buying
them left and right, totally redefining the way the world
does business.

    For instance, take credit cards.

    I had one back in the 1970s, before Uncle Sugar had
started to take care of my day to day needs.  When I had one,
you'd show it at a cash register, and the clerk would make a
carbon impression of your card, and at the end of the day (or
week), the store would mail copies of the transaction to the
banks, which would eventually show up as a bill on my monthly
statement.

    In the past week, I noticed that when Mary would show her
credit card for a hotel room or meal at a restaurant, the
card would most likely be "swiped" into the cash register
itself (now called a "point of sale" device, since it had
more intelligence than those simple calculating machines of
the past), which would send the contents of the transaction
over a telephone line to a bank immediately.

    In other words, information, especially information that
can be found or stored on a computer, travels fast nowadays.
Every room that Mary and I stayed at in Hawaii; every
restaurant that we paid for by credit card; every dress that
Mary purchased; these could all be tracked by the bank that
underwrote the credit card.  There are "credit bureaus" that
consolidated information between banks that issued different
credit cards... making it possible for quite a dossier to be
put together on a person quite easily.

    That was just credit cards.  Hotel chains had computers,
too.  As did restaurants and other places.  There was no end
of places that could have a record of you somewhere.

    I nodded as the girls explained this to me.  Mary was
extremely knowledgeable about this, which I attributed to be
because she had some experience with the military, as well
has having worked at a department store and a bank.

    Although such "intelligence" about people is easy to
obtain, it is rare that people are isolated, unless there is
a reason for a person to be investigated.  Aimee knew that
Debbie's finances were on the up and up, and that any such
investigation over her expenditures would be quickly seen as
uninteresting.  However, what alerted Aimee about this was
the mention of my name.

    Aimee explained it like this.  "If you had anything like
a credit card that could track you down, it probably expired
a decade ago.  You have a bank account, but since you've been
living with Mary and us, I don't recall you using any credit
cards or doing any bank transactions," Aimee explained.

    Aimee's explanation first struck me as if she were
accusing me of sponging off of Mary or Debbie... and then it
hit me.  It was true--either Mary, or more likely Debbie, had
been paying for just about everything... how would anybody
looking at Mary's or Debbie's credit cards be able to cross
reference either of them with me?  My jaw dropped.

    Apparently, Mary got what Aimee was saying at the same
time.  "That's right, Aimee!" Mary said.  "Unless people were
following any of us, how could they associate the four of us?"

    Aimee just nodded.  "I'm glad you understand the reason
that I was concerned.  I have to surmise that somebody has
been investigating one or more of us.  And..."

    I knew where she was headed.  "Since I have this mind
power or whatever, you think it might be the reason for
somebody to take an interest in me, right?"

    Aimee nodded, as did Debbie, with whom Aimee already had
apparently discussed these things.

    Mary agreed.  "You're right.  We have to suppose it is
you that they are after.  If it is me... or Aimee or Debbie,
then we'd really have nothing to worry about.  However, if
somebody is following you, then we should be very worried."

    "Right," Aimee said.  "We should be prepared for the
worst."

    My mind was in a whirl.  I had never really discussed
that mysterious call from the VA that I received a while
back.  I figured that now was the time.

    "Um, girls... I think we have more to fear," I said.

    The three girls listened to me as I described that weird
call from the VA. Mary and Debbie had worried looks as this
dovetailed with Aimee's revelation about us being under
investigation.

    Aimee, on the other hand, simply nodded.  "I think that
it was good that I immediately assumed that you were the
target, Jim.  If the VA had information linking you with
Mary, and Mary was recently using a Malen Associates credit
card, then that could identify how the link between the four
of us was made.  It also makes it almost likely that somebody
in the military is involved."

    "So, what do we do?" I asked.

    Aimee smiled.  As I said, she smiled rarely.  Her look
told me that she knew what she was doing, and immediately my
nerves were soothed.  "Well, we're headed out to Utah, as it
was the safest place to go.  We know that somebody is out
there, and that somebody is interested in you."

    I considered this, and Aimee continued.  "It's not like
we're without resources, Jim."

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "We've got computers, too!" Aimee said.

    Computers?  We did?  "We do?"

    Aimee looked at me, still smiling.  "Sure we do!  At the
ranch!"

    I considered this, and then remembered that Debbie had
one of her properties in Utah, and that she had visited there
recently.  Aimee and Debbie both referred to that place as
"the ranch."

    I nodded at Aimee.  "It sounds like you have everything
figured out," I told Aimee.

    "Not figured out, but at least we have some idea of what
we need to do next," Aimee said.

* * *

    Aimee's choice of Utah was a good one.  Debbie had some
property about an hour outside of Salt Lake City, and it was
quite secluded.  It was near a wildlife preserve called Fish
Springs.

    After we landed, Mely refueled and then flew off with
June on to Texas, the site of another one of Debbie's
properties.  Debbie, Mary, and I took a "courtesy limo"
offered by an expensive hotel and arranged for a suite.
Aimee took a cab to Salt Lake City where she rented her own
hotel room and would eventually meet the three of us when she
obtained transportation.

    It only took Debbie, Mary, and I about ten minutes to get
from the airport to the Sheraton, thanks to the "shuttle,"
which was a miniature van that was used exclusively for
ferrying people between the airport and the hotel.  I had
another one of my "Rip Van Winkle" moments in the spacious
vehicle; Mary seemed to pick up on my feelings and just held
me close.

    When we got to the hotel, Debbie booked us two rooms next
to one another, and paid cash using the last name Penet--her
father's business associate.

    The three of us were exhausted from the trip, having
started late at night, and arriving in the morning.  Mary
insisted that Debbie and I take a room together, arguing that
Mary just had me to herself for a week or so and it was
Debbie's turn.  Debbie didn't give Mary any arguments at all,
giving me a sneer that told me that there would probably be
little of me left after she got through with me that night.

    We spent a quiet day in the hotel, and I took a nap.
When I woke up later, I saw a wet bathing suit hanging out on
one of the chairs in my room.  It occurred to me that I had
never seen Debbie in a bathing suit!

    The three of us ate a quiet supper in the hotel
restaurant, and I couldn't help but keep on looking around to
see if anybody was following me, or paying more than a
reasonable amount of attention to us.  Mary and Debbie both
caught me doing this, and I tried to calm myself down and
relax.  There was no need to get them any more worried than
they were already.

    After dinner, I bade goodnight to Mary, and kissed her as
she entered her room.

    Mary hugged me tightly and said softly, "I love you, Jim."

    "I love you, too, Mary.  I have the utmost faith in all
my girls.  We'll pull through this, you'll see."

    "I hope you're right," Mary said.

    I turned to Mary and saw a single tear escape down her
left cheek.  Before I could say anything, Mary hurried into
her room and closed the door.

    I looked at Debbie and knew immediately that she had seen
Mary's reaction.

    No words were spoken as Debbie and I entered our own
room, but once the door was closed, Debbie hugged me, too.
"Jim, I know Mary is worried, but I happen to know how
resourceful Aimee is.  If anybody can get on top of this, she
can."

    Debbie's statement took me a little by surprise.  I knew
that she respected Aimee quite a bit, but this statement of
faith in her astonished me still.

    "You really think so, Debbie?" I asked.

    "I know so.  You, Jim, should know even better than I do,
being that you have been in her mind."

    I looked at Debbie, feeling a bit guilty of the amazing
closeness that Aimee and I had achieved while we were in the
"little shack." There wasn't anything accusatory in Debbie's
eyes; maybe she didn't know--or maybe it didn't bother her.

    I finally answered Debbie.  "Yes, I have been in her
mind, and yes, she is a very resourceful person.  I trust
her, and all of you, implicitly."

    Debbie hugged me tight.  "Could you go into Mary's mind
and tell her not to worry?"

    Again, Debbie surprised me with that request.

    "Do you think it is right that I go into her mind
uninvited?" I asked Debbie, wondering how she would answer.

    "You know that you are never uninvited in any of our
minds," Debbie answered.

    "Aimee recently told me to take some time off doing
that," I replied.

    "It is for Mary's own good," Debbie said.

    "Let me think about it, Debbie," I finally replied.

    "Thank you," Debbie said, kissing me on the lips.  We
kissed for a few moments, and Debbie broke it off, and added,
softly, "Master."

    I watched Debbie walk away from me and enter the bathroom.

    I knew that Mary had explicitly given permission to enter
her mind, but would it be right to command her to stop
worrying?  O.C.S. had taught me a long while ago that fear
wasn't always something to be avoided; it was a useful
emotion.  I had never really had a command of my own, but I
never had any reason to doubt those things that I had been
taught.

    There were many aphorisms about fear that I had learned,
such as "Fear is not something to be avoided, it is to be
embraced.  It is to be sought after and destroyed!" I also
knew that there were times when fear was useful.  That is, of
course, unless that fear turns you into a mindless jellyfish.
That is always the problem, and THAT was something to avoid
and even be destroyed.

    I never asked Mary if she went to O.C.S. I think she had
told me that she was in R.O.T.C. during college, which would
account for her Lieutenant's bar.  I wondered how much alike
O.C.S. and R.O.T.C. were.

    Suddenly, I decided that Debbie was partially right.  She
loved Mary like a sister, and didn't want Mary to worry about
something we don't even know anything about.

    I smiled, and made the connection to Mary.  She was in
the bathroom, about to take a shower.

    "Hey there, good lookin'!" I projected into her mind,
playfully.

    Mary immediately looked into the mirror, as if she could
see me.  The effect was that through her eyes, I was able to
see her; I don't know if she did this as a favor to me.  "Is
something wrong?" she asked.

    "No. Debbie wanted me to tell you not to worry," I
answered, truthfully.

    "I am a little worried, but I'm not paralyzed with fear,"
Mary answered.

    I smiled, and somehow projected my humor into Mary's
mind.  "I know, Gorgeous.  I just wanted to pass along the
message."

    "Tell Debbie that I'll be alright," Mary said to me in
her mind.

    "I will.  Thanks."

    I disconnected from Mary.

    Then something just hit me.

    What I just "said" to Mary gave me pause.  Why did I call
her "Gorgeous?" I wasn't one to use cute names like that,
except in the case where a girl really wanted to hear that
sort of thing.

    Mary was not such a girl, actually.

    Then I got the biggest jolt: "Gorgeous" wasn't a name
anybody ever called Mary.  It was Debbie's father's name for
Debbie when she was a child!

    How did I know that?  It came to me that I must have
gotten that from Debbie when I had been in her mind once.

    It occurred to me right then that I had an answer to a
question that Aimee had asked me before she joined our little
family: I was able to get thoughts and ideas from the girls
even when I wasn't looking for them.

    Then another, more important thought, finally hit me:
Debbie was a lot more worried than she had let on.  She
wanted ME to tell HER not to worry!

    I headed toward the bathroom, and stopped.  I projected
myself into Debbie's mind.

    "Everything will be all right," I assured Debbie.

    Debbie was surprised to feel me in her mind, not having
felt anything when I entered.  Despite that, she projected
loving warmth towards me, and said, "Thank you, Jim." There
wasn't the slightest hesitation when she called me by name.

* * *

    My last two sexual partners while I was in Hawaii had
been Mary and Aimee, both of whom seem to prefer tenderness
while making love.  Debbie, on the other hand, liked to have
fun.  I guess I had been neglecting her, but knowing Debbie,
I don't have any illusions that she had gone unfulfilled
during my absence, although who she spent her time with when
I wasn't around wasn't really my business at all.

    As I had been expecting a raucous good time with Debbie,
it surprised me a little when I found that she mostly just
wanted to hug and cuddle with me.  I didn't mind this one
bit.  I love it when we experiment with and on each other,
but I also love the intimacy of just holding a woman that I
loved so much as well.  Without using mind powers, kissing
seems to me to be one of the most intimate experiences
between two people.

    Debbie's hugs got harder and harder as we pressed our
nude bodies together.  Without even entering her mind, I knew
that Debbie was feeling afraid... she was holding me as if
she were trying to protect a baby from some unseen danger.

    I returned her hugs and kisses with good measure, and
after about a half hour, Debbie finally went to sleep.  I
drifted off a little while later as well.

    It turned out that I shared Debbie's dream with her.  Our
bodies were still close together, but we weren't pulling
ourselves together.  When I started to dream, it had the
"other worldly" sensation that my out of body experiences
during my coma had, like when I shared Mary's dreams.

    Debbie was a little girl in her dream, about nine or ten
years old.  She was riding in a car with her parents (I could
"hear" her refer to them as such); she was in the back, and
her parents were in the front with her father driving.

    I felt oddly out of place in this dream, especially as my
point of view was Debbie's--as a twelve year old girl.  I
considered leaving, but something made me stay.

    The family soon arrived at an amusement park somewhere in
New England, and the family seemed to have fun riding the
merry-go-round and the bumper cars (which seemed to be
Debbie's favorite attraction).

    While experiencing this dream, I was startled as to how
many of Debbie's senses I was able to discern.  One would
expect hearing and sight (this dream was in color, by the
way--I remember somebody telling me long ago that most people
dream in black and white), but I could also smell the cotton
candy, hot dogs, stale popcorn, and even the oily-ozone smell
of the bumper cars!  I could also feel the centrifugal force
as Debbie rode on the "Alpine Bobsleds" ride.

    The dream went by quickly, but I could tell that I was
experiencing something that Debbie had experienced in an
entire fun-filled day when she was younger... all compressed
into about twenty minutes.

    Then, without warning, the dream seemed to linger.
Things seemed to just freeze... stopped in mid-motion.

    It was as if I was alive in the middle of an oil
painting.  I could look around, but nothing was moving.  I
could see the back of Debbie's mother's head, and if I
turned, I could see Debbie's father as he held Debbie's hand.

    Somehow, I "knew" that Debbie's dream was over... but it
wasn't.  Although she was no longer dreaming this, I was!

    I turned to look at Debbie's father again, and was
surprised when his lips curled into a smile.

    I woke up with a start.  Thankfully, Debbie was a sound
sleeper and didn't get aroused by my sudden movement.

    It took me an hour more before I could actually get back
to sleep, and even then, I only slept fitfully.  As soon as
my mind would realize that I was experiencing a dream, I'd
wake up with a start.  It wasn't an easy night for me.

* * *

    I finally got up about six in the morning, and
immediately left the bed.  I was glad that the Sheraton had a
coffeemaker in the room and I started a pot.  There was
enough for four cups of coffee, and I made them all.

    I think the smell of coffee woke Debbie up.  She
stretched her nude body out on the bed, and I actually heard
some of her bones make a cracking sound as she worked out the
kinks in her joints.

    "Breakfast in bed?" Debbie asked me, sleepily.

    "I only have coffee, but if that suits you..."

    "Coffee smells good," Debbie said, closing her eyes in a
sigh.  Then she looked at the clock on the night stand and
noticed the time.  "Six fifteen?"

    "Yeah.  Sleep wasn't easy," I said.

    "You can have my coffee if you want, Jim."

    "There's enough for four cups.  We can raid Mary's room
if we need more," I said with a smile.

    Debbie smiled back.

    I set down two cups of coffee on the nightstand for
myself and Debbie.  We both picked them up and sipped.  It
was a bit hot, having just come out of the coffee unit, but
the caffeine was what I really needed.

    I did a quick scan to find Aimee.  She was in a Holiday
Inn in Salt Lake City, having obtained a car the previous
night.  She was up as well and already in the shower.

    "Aimee... we're at the Sheraton near the airport.  Meet
us at the entrance in twenty minutes."

    Aimee seemed a bit surprised at my "appearance" but
answered, "Yes, Jim.  Anything wrong?"

    "Not really, but I think that the sooner we're at
Debbie's ranch, the better."

    "OK." she answered dutifully.  She reached to turn off
the water as I departed her head.

    I did a similar scan for Mary, who was still sleeping in
her own room next door.  I got her to wake up and be outside
the lobby as soon as possible.

    Debbie watched me (I had often wondered how I physically
appeared when I was doing these little "visits" elsewhere)
and somehow knew that I had contacted Mary and Aimee.
"What's up, Jim?" she asked.

    "I'm not sure, but I think it's best if we move out
soonest."

    "Well, our trail should be a bit colder than it was a
couple of days ago..." Debbie started.

    I interrupted her.  "Yeah.  It is probably a good idea
not to take any chances.  Let's meet outside in fifteen
minutes."

    Debbie just nodded, and got up, bringing her cup of
coffee into the bathroom.
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