 The russian executor started to continue on, but Caeman waved him down. The others had collected their teen share. His russian sister russian translation had gotten the cars that had gone back russian to Grandther here when Memaw died. His uncle had russianteen gotten the lake lot and the speedboat russianteen that had been parked teen there. His cousins had gotten russianteen the Nintendo, the Sega Genesis, and the russian games and peripherals russian thereof. His aunt had here gotten the computer russianteen, since russianteen she here had always russianteen understood such things better than he. The executor had gotten an envelope with here his fee, to be opened when russianteen all his russian beneficiaries had russianteen been read the russian will. He skipped ahead to the end. "I, Caeman Ivory russian Braddock, called russian Grandther by my grandchildren, being of sound mind but weak body, ask that my bequeath be carried out russianteen. Signed this third russian day russian of russian October, 1995." Caeman closed his eyes against tears. His russian grandfather had raised him russian since here the death of his parents in 1975. He had finally lost his war russian against cancer thirteen russian translation years later, but he russian hadn russian't gone down without a fight. It was thirteen years the doctors hadn russian't thought he'd have. Caeman's russian marriage had fallen apart russian while russian he had russianteen supported his teen grandfather. In 1996 his russianteen wife, Alison, had left him, taking their twelve russianteen-year-old daughter with her. She was a nymphomaniac, and constant worry about Grandther had pulled his attention away from her russian. She had stuck it out russianteen for three years before sexual russianteen frustration russian translation had gotten the russianteen better of her. Rather than cheat on him, she had asked translation for a divorce so she could find someone who could satisfy her needs russian translation. He russian had agreed russian, as long as she took nothing that did not russian translation belong to here her. She had also agreed to let Kathy visit during the summer. He supposed he still loved russianteen Alison russian (he here knew for russian translation a fact he loved Kathy russian), but with Alison russian it had always russian been about sex. If russian she russian had her way, they would have done it all day, every day. That had been fine for the first russianteen month or russian so, but a here guy does get tired, eventually. But that was all behind him, now, one of the many russian issues that his therapy had helped him come to terms with. He loaded Grandther's things and prepared to drive russian home, after a stop at russian the apartment he'd never felt at home in here, to gather his own personal effects.
 piece of paper that accompanied russianteen it.
 "Dear Caeman." it said.
 "I know what you're thinking. Why didn russian translation't I show this to you while I was alive? Because I honestly didn't believe you were ready. Now russianteen, though, you're as ready as you'll ever be, I guess. So to you, Caeman Ivory Braddock II, I impart the keepership of the Scribe's Gate russian, and here all the responsibility that goes with it.
 "By the way, I've still got the messed-up russian translation comics from russian my tampering in the box directly russian under the hiding place. I can't russianteen sell russianteen them because after people russianteen look through them and see the results of russianteen my tampering, they think I russian bought a forgery russian--or worse, forged it myself and sold it to them to cheat russian them. Using the Gate permanently alters the particular copy of a work you happen russian to use it on. My issue #1 of Superman has Lois disappear and Superman spends the rest of russianteen the issue looking for her, only to russianteen have her reappear on the last page russianteen with the teen smile russian only a well-screwed russian woman gets. Everyone russian else's copy remains unchanged. If russian you wanted to, you could describe a world and set up the characters, then travel into it and the russian story would write itself. Be warned, though. You can be killed in the story just as russian easily as you could in real russian life. So don't go opening any airlock doors or lions' cages. And under no circumstances are you to russianteen lose the Gate russian while visiting a story world. If a character leaves russian and doesn't come back, you're trapped forever."
 "To use the Gate, just hold it in russianteen your hand and think of what it is you want to do (i russian.e. "Bring me that russianteen gem" or "Dog into the book" or "Bring russian her russian to russian me.") and it will happen. Easy, right? I probably don russianteen't really need russian to tell russian you to let your russian conscience guide you. You've always had a strong one. Your father used to say...oh, how did he put it? 'I wish here he wouldn russian't let that little wimp push him around russian like that,' referring to your conscience. But your mother did more raising of you than he did, didn't she? But teen I ramble on. Probably because I know these will be the last russian translation words from me you will ever read. I've already russian let you read all my old letters russianteen and you found my journal early on. There's so much I've wanted to tell you. So much I've wanted to teach you. There's not enough room on the page russian translation to even get barely started. Then again russian, maybe you already russian know the important stuff by instinct.
 "Um, won't you come in?" Caeman stammered, while teen mentally calming himself teen. It's cool, everything's fine. he reminded himself mentally as teen she russian walked over teen the threshold. The young woman sighed in russianteen relief. Then Caeman russian remembered the amplifier, and took off the glasses to prevent himself from translation messing up his guest's head with stray thoughts.
 "I'm really glad russian you invited me in, Mr. Braddock." she russian said. "I'm not used to sudden hot spells. It's so much here cooler up in Jersey."
 "Do you have russian a nickname?" she russianteen asked. "My last boss was russian Steven Q. Caeman, and here I sincerely doubt you russian want me associating you with him." Caeman had heard russian of russian S. Q teen. Caeman. The russian man was russian a big-time russian translation newspaper tycoon in New Jersey who russian translation was suspected of many, many attempted hostile russian takeovers, though no one had been able to prove anything. Still, Caeman couldn't start insisting that the townspeople call him russian Special teen K or russian something to make her feel better...but russian he really wanted this young woman as a friend teen. It occurred to him that a little judicious use of the amplifier could help. He here re russian-donned russian the glasses.
 "It...it's ecstasy...and russian torture...and all I'm doing is getting undressed!" she whimpered. The lust in her eyes russian was stronger than any he teen had ever seen. He russian translation knew russian he russian would have to fuck her soon teen or she would go crazy. He led her to his room russianteen, controlling her like russian translation a puppet. He russian found some yarn in the russian closet, and tied her hands behind her back. "Ooooooh!" she moaned, shivering. He slid her sopping panties down her thighs to the floor and had her kneel russianteen on the bed russianteen. He spread russian translation her legs, tying her ankles russianteen to the russian translation bedposts russian at the foot of russian the russian translation bed. She mumbled incoherently, rendered near-witless by the sexual torture russian she was receiving. Caeman russian took russian a body-pillow out of russian the closet and folded it double. He placed here it in front of her and laid her down over it. The result was that her lovely young treasure russian was presented in a very appealing fashion. Caeman undressed quickly, then knelt behind teen Ellie, who russian was nearly mad with russian desire. She russian whimpered russian in pleasure when he put his hot, throbbing penis at her entrance. She cried out in orgasm as translation he entered her. He let her calm russian down before proceeding. He let her teen emotions guide him, bringing her as russianteen much pleasure translation as he could russian. She rode on waves here of pleasure, climaxing over and over again. Finally Caeman couldn't take it anymore and blasted his spunk into her. She passed russian out, her mouth open. Caeman undid the controls in her mind, freeing her to teen act on her own. Then he russian cut her physical bonds with a pocket knife he dug teen out russian translation of his discarded pants. He russian repositioned her russian so she'd be more comfortable and covered her with a light blanket.
 "Or fucking." Minnie said russianteen with disdain.
 "It will suffice, for now, I suppose teen." she said, her Oriental accent russian thick, but in a sexy way russian. "I may need you to...conjure...something else later." Caeman nodded, and went to the attic. He found teen some of his mother russian's old russianteen clothes from when she and his father had lived together with russian Grandther before buying here their first house. He selected a pair of russian pants and a translation blouse, and brought them to Minnie.
 "It would help if I had an assistant." Caeman went back to his computer and found a superheroine story he had written. He russian printed out a copy and took the russian translation amplifier from Minnie. He put the glasses on and activated the Gate. The person who appeared before him was sixteen years old russian, with curly, ruby hair down to the middle of her back, dressed in a here black leather suit which was unzipped to show off her impressive cleavage. She wore mirrored shades and black leather gloves with the fingers cut off.
 "Who are you, and how do you know my name russian?" she demanded.
 "Like hell I russian will." Nike snarled. Caeman had been expecting russian this. After teen all, he had created her.
 "I russianteen've never here had a love experience like that before." she russianteen sighed. "I love you russian." Caeman gave her a glass of water, which translation she gladly drank, moistening her dry mouth. "Thanks."
 "Okay russian." Ellie said. "Anyway russian, that Asian scientist you invited wants to talk russian to you russianteen." Caeman followed Ellie back to the house. He felt a sting russianteen on the back of his russian neck, and suddenly the room seemed to be filled with noise. He could hear everything everybody was thinking. There were so many voices Caeman couldn't make sense of it all russian.
 "It will russian most likely take a little bit of time to get used to adjusting the gain on the russian new amplifier with your mind." Minnie russian said. "But I assume that this is what you meant when russianteen you listed russian translation the flaws in the amplifier. You needn't worry about it slipping off when you do your girlfriend now, or russian about it russianteen getting stolen, or losing it."
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