"Five words total. Fifteen minutes only. Be ready." After selfies and snapchats, they agreed upon these last instructions for their rendezvous.He c...sually rapped his knuckles on the motel door, Room 64. She casually opened it. The neon red glow of the room's digital clock shone 12:48 p.m. on the nightstand.Both were better in the flesh than their online profiles promised."Sudi?" She asked. All they had left to verbally express themselves were four spoken words …As agreed.He paraded. So my mother picks a really crappy paint scheme of mauve, pink and white for my room.How can I have any cool cred with a room like that?Next my father moves furniture in my room while I'm not there and finds my box of "toys", hey where's my privacy.Now I'm grounded and have to come straight home after school. I have to call my father at work from the house phone so he can see the number with caller ID so he knows I'm there.As soon as the first can of paint was opened my mother complained of the. The mind control is very limited in target and duration but it does have some long-term effects. Also, I'm not really in control. In fact, no one is in control. So is it really mind control? Confused? I'll try to explain.My name is Charles, but just about everyone calls me Chuckie after a character in the 'Rugrats' cartoons. I hate that show. Everything was normal for me as a child. My parents are both lead researchers working together at a university-sponsored medical center. It's very. ‘Hey, Jer,’ he called like he was reeling his friend back inside. ‘Okay, another time then.’ Jeremy smiled and quickly turned back to the steam room, the way a man would do if flirting with a woman and then being called by his wife. The two men seemed to be more than simply good friends. She continued on to the locker room pondering Jeremy’s intent. Did he play both ways? Why didn’t she say yes? She stripped off her tank top, shorts, and panties and chided herself even more for not asking.