The street gradually rose at a slight grade for several blocks and past solidly built residences with sweeping front yards. They saw no signs of recen... human activity, but it was clear that many had been poked through. They also came upon a Catholic Church standing stoically next to an adjacent cemetery. The tops of headstones stared at them over the tall grass. Clark drove a little faster.At the far corner of the iron fence of the cemetery, Katie spotted a street sign with only the word Pine. I saw a lot of fear around where we lived, too. Sometimes I could tell by how they acted why they were afraid, or who they were afraid of. That was when I learned that fear isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Back in the women’s shelter, I had used my powers to make women less afraid. I did that exactly once, in [redacted] when I saw this woman running, broadcasting fear like it was the headlight of a car in the middle of the night. I “hugged” her with my mind and she stumbled and stopped, looking. That naked body was pressed back against the door and was looking at Stephen with big, nervous eyes. That naked body before Stephen Bartell was none other than the lovely, sixteen year old Chloe Trent!Stephen stood frozen. His body was already dripping water from the shower. His big cock was hidden behind a huge pile of foam that was already starting to plop down onto the floor in small single dollops.“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?” Stephen finally burst out. “Are you trying to put me. "Jim is my babysitter!"My mother said "Yes, why is that so surprising? You know you are toalways have some kind of supervision. Jim is your older brother andtherefore he is going to babysit you tonight."I was silent for the rest of the ride.My mother and I returned the clothes and I got a few more short skirtsand a few short dresses. Then we looked at the bikinis. My mother pickedout a few and had me try them on, they all had little skirts attached. AsI came out with the last one on my mother.