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Chapter 1: The Idea
Jim Chamberlain, a freshman at a university in a small New England town,
was walking briskly to his Paranormal Psyche class, filled with anticipation.
He, along with 3,000 other freshmen, had started their four year odyssey
in undergraduate education only a week and a half earlier. It was a
warm day; the official first day of fall wasn't for another week, so it
was still (technically) summer. The day was quite warm, and even a little
humid, which was the reason for Jim's excitement. Indirectly the reason,
anyway.
For warm weather meant women with sandals, and shoes being kicked off
hot feet in class. Jim, you see, had a strong attraction to feet. Ever
since childhood, he had been drawn to women's feet like a vampire to
a bloodbank. His earliest childhood memories were of events like playing
under the dining room table, hardly more than 3 years old, while his
mother, aunts and older girl cousins would sit around the table and gab,
shoes kicked off, or dangling off a toe; Jim would be innocently playing
with a toy car or truck, as far as they knew. In fact, Jim would just stare,
up close, at their feet, enjoying their aroma, even touching them every once
in a while, or lightly 'driving' his toy car over their toes and up their
legs. As he was a child, this would elicit nothing more than a laugh
and a 'Now, Jimmy, stop that, I'm trying to talk', as the women went on
socializing. At that tender age, little Jimmy hadn't discovered the
concept of sex, but he knew even then that looking at their feet made
him feel _good_, and that he wanted to touch women's feet, and especially
*tickle* their feet.
As Jim grew older, and puberty kicked in, along with his more 'vanilla'
wet dreams he would fantasize about tickling girl's feet, made helpless
either through the use of straps, stocks, or other devices. Thinking
about their helpless shrieks of laughter would make him hard.
Jim's experience in tickling women's feet was pretty much limited to his
adventures under the table, until one day, when he was 13 years old.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and he had come home from playing outside
because it had started to rain. Upon entering the house, Jim found one of his
older girl cousins, who was visiting at the time, fast asleep on the couch
in the living room. His mother was out shopping, and Jim knew she wouldn't
be home for quite a while. Jim's cousin, who was about 24, was lying on her
back, gently snoring, with a comforter over her. However, this comforter went
down only to her ankles, and left her stockinged feet exposed.
Jim was entranced, looking at his cousin's feet. He found he couldn't help
himself, and he reached out to tickle her pretty, vulnerable hosed peds.
Jim figured she'd wake up right away; however, he was pleasantly surprised
to find that his cousin's feet and toes simply wiggled and flexed at him.
Better still, although she she didn't wake up, every once in a while his
tickling touch would cause his cousin to mutter and giggle in her sleep.
Jim was in ecstasy, and he spent the next half hour or so tickling
his cousin's feet, until he heard the car door slam outside, indicating
the return home of his mom.
>From then on, along with the helplessness of bondage, Jim would also
fantasize of tickling women while they slept, waking them up with their
own tickling laughter.
Jim didn't have any girl friends in high school; he was kind of 'out crowd',
and hung out with his friends in Electronics class and the Math and
Science Fiction clubs after school. No one, not even his family, knew
of his foot tickling fetish. But he dreamed of the day when he'd have
a girlfriend of his own, to have and to hold, and to tickle....
Now Jim was in college, majoring in Electrical Engineering. The Paranormal
Psychology class Jim was headed for was one of his electives, one of those
courses designed for an 'easy A'. Besides, the subject of paranormal
phenomena had always interested him; one of the 'family' stories he had heard
since childhood was that his mother's grandmother was known to practice such
'white' magic services as water dowaging and fortune telling. And although
none of her descendants have since practiced anything of the kind, it has been
said that many members of his mother's family possessed unusually strong
clairvoyant and other extra-sensory powers. Jim knew from his own experience
that he had perhaps more than the average number of precognitive dreams, and
experienced a lot of 'everyday' tricks, like picking up the phone just before
it would ring, and knowing who was on the other end of the line before they
spoke.
For this reason, Jim was looking forward to his class in parapsychology.
He also looked forward to ogling the dozen or so girls who made up half
the class, particularly Karen Bensen. Karen was beautiful, with long, dark
hair and a golden, olive-oil complexion. Judging from her looks, Jim thought
that maybe she had some Mediterranean blood in her. She had a wonderful
figure, long legs, and as Jim could see for the past week and a half,
beautiful feet and toes that he could die for. They looked to be quite soft
and smooth in the flat sandals she'd wear to class, with no rough edges or
calluses that he could see. Jim imagined that those feet would be very
ticklish.
Unfortunately there didn't appear to be any hope of Jim's finding out how
ticklish Karen's peds were. The first Saturday night after the fall
semester started, Jim and a couple of other engineering students, including
Jim's dorm roommate, Ezekiel (whom everyone inevitably called 'Zeke the Geek')
went to a big party being held in a courtyard common to several of the
fraternity houses within walking distance to the campus. After paying
five bucks each to get into the courtyard (with fake IDs - luckily for
them, the frat brothers acting as bouncers weren't too bothered with
verifying whether the picture on the licenses matched the cardholder),
Jim and his friends got plastic cups and headed for one of the numerous
kegs spread out in the courtyard. Beers in hand, they then formed a
little group, walking en masse around the outdoor party, looking for
girls to talk to; or more realistically, other engineering students that
they knew.
That's when Jim bumped into Karen, and talked to her for the first time.
He had seen her in his psyche class that week, and had fallen in lust
with her and her feet, but had never had the courage to speak to her.
Until now, when he bumped into her. And spilled her beer.
"Oh, I'm Sorry! I didn't see you! Uh, I mean, er, I wasn't looking..",
Jim stammered.
"That's all right", said Karen, shaking beer from her free hand, disdainfully
holding the now half-full cup in her other hand. The slightly disgusted
look she was giving Jim right now told him that in fact it WASN'T all right,
as far as she was concerned.
Jim was quite shaken. He was surprised to run into Karen, especially
literally, at the party. She was in a tank top, shorts and pretty sandals,
accentuating her beautiful, delicate feet, which had just taken a bath
in beer. Jim was struck with a desire to lick her feet clean of the beer.
"Er, um, would you like me to get you another beer?", he asked.
Karen was just about to reply when music suddenly started blaring from
speakers set up around the courtyard, causing an exodus of people to
the center of the courtyard where Jim and Karen now stood. The people
around them began to dance.
A suddenly brave Jim saw his chance.
"Do you want to dance?", he asked, suddenly feeling like Pinto, that freshman
in _Animal House_.
"What?", Karen yelled, barely discernable above the din of music.
"I said...", Jim started to repeat. He never finished, as his view of Karen
was suddenly blocked. He was now looking at someone's back. A very large,
muscle-bound back, at that.
"Hey, Karen", Jim heard a voice rumble. "Where've you been? I've been
waiting for you to bring me my beer for... what, since when do you like
beer?". Jim saw a massive hand point to the half empty beer cup in Karen's
hand, now barely visible to Jim due to the massive back in front of him.
"No Brian", Jim heard Karen say. "This guy bumped into me and I..."
The back whirled around in front of Jim, and he was now looking at a
massive chest. With a massive head on top, about 10 inches above Jim's
own head. And Jim saw an angry face on the massive head, looking down
at him.
"Hey, what are you, some kind of fucking clutz or somethin'?", Brian queried.
Jim saw his life ending in the next few seconds. He started stammering
a reply when he heard Karen say, "Look, Bry, it wasn't his fault. I wasn't
watching where I was going and I bumped into him."
Brian turned back to face Karen, scowling. "Ah, lets go to the keg
together and get my beer. Jeez, I gotta watch you every minute... outta
my way, geek!", Brian said, pushing Jim almost to his knees as Brian
and Karen walked past him. Karen didn't even give Jim a passing glance.
In the past few days since, Jim gave up what little hope he had to
see Karen, to make love to Karen, to tickle Karen's dainty feet. But
at least he could ogle her feet in the parapsycholgy class; at least
until winter set in, anyway.
Jim always purposely came to this class a little late, just before the
professor started class, to find a strategic seat from which to view
the feet of girls already in the classroom, particularly Karen's.
Today, unfortunately, all the seats with good vantage points were taken
already, and Jim had to take a seat in the front row. But since
the parapsychology professor was actually a shapely, pretty woman in her late
20's, doing her post-doctorate work and teaching at the university, he decided
to make the most of the situation and check out the potential there.
The professor hadn't yet worn sandals since the class began last week, but
at least Jim could look at her up close, and try to guess what her feet looked
like, based on the shape of her hands and any impressions her toes made
on the tops of her thin leather shoes.
Today the professor talked about the study of out-of-body experiences,
also known as 'OOBE' or 'astral projection'. She began by giving an overview
into the history of astral projection, starting with the legends held by
many ancient cultures, all generally referring to the travel of one's soul
to distant places, while one's body lay dormant, apparently asleep.
She talked about beliefs held in the Middle Ages, regarding 'witches' who
could travel great distances in spirit form, allegedly to visit and
torment their victims.
Bringing the historical overview into modern times, the professor described
the research done by Carlos Castenada in the early 60's, studying under
the Yaqui indian Don Juan, learning about 'dreaming'. She mentioned
research done by parapsychologists, and the indeterminable results to
date.
The professor talked about many aspects of astral projection, and of some of
the books which describe techniques employed by people who wanted to project
their astral bodies to places and people they wished to see.
As the professor talked on, Jim started to daydream, thinking about
what HE would do, and who HE'd like to see, if he had the ability
to flit about outside his body, invisible to those he wanted to see.
An idea started to form. Hey, what the hell, it was worth a try. He
remembered the stories of his great-grandmother, and his own paranormal
experiences. A smile came to his lipss. 'Hmmm', Jim thought.
'Maybe there was something to this out-of-body stuff...'
All Jim knew was that, after class, he was going to one of the libraries
on campus and try to find some of these books on OOBE technique that the
professor was talking about. And then Jim was going to do a little
research of his own....
End Chapter 1
Chapter 2, _The Experiment_, to follow!
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Chapter 2: The Experiment
At 8:30 PM, Jim Chamberlain was alone in his dorm room. Although he was
laying on his bed, Jim was far from tired. His roommate Ezekiel was across
campus in a terminal room, working on homework for an introductory
Unix course he was taking, so Jim knew he had plenty of time to try his
little 'experiment'.
Jim was generally caught up (or even a little ahead) on homework for his
classes, so he wasn't too worried about spending the afternoon in the
main campus library researching OOBE techniques, in between looking (from a
discreet vantage point, of course) under the tables scattered about, to check
out the lovely feet of female students who kicked their shoes off while
studying. After skimming most of the selections in the library, Jim selected
a few books to sign out and read in-depth.
Back in his dorm, Jim spent the next few hours studying the astral projection
experiences described in the books, and the techniques supposedly employed by
these astral travellers. In general, an out-of-body state was attained
through complete relaxation of the physical body, while devoting complete
concentration towards getting up and moving about, almost like a form of self-
hypnosis.. Some experiencers used meditation to attain this relaxed body/deep
concentration state; some, like Castenada, used hallucinogenic drugs.
For a lucky few, OOBE seemed to occur almost spontaneously, but most accounts
indicated that it took practice, sometimes for months and even years.
And sometimes a person, try as they might, never experienced OOB at all.
So now here he was, laying on his bed, all the lights off in his room save
for the little night light plugged in to an outlet next to Zeke's bed (Jim's
roommate wouldn't go to sleep without having it turned on), which gave the
room a soft yellow glow once Jim's eyes were adjusted to the dimness.
Jim closed his eyes and concentrated on relaxing his body, which was difficult
given his excitement at the thought of what he was attempting to do.
Jim lay there for what seemed a very long time, eyes closed, with no sensory
input other than the ticking of Zeke's wind-up alarm clock (Zeke needed to
hear THAT too to fall asleep). Jim was about to give up on his first attempt
when he noticed a strange feeling in his arms. He felt his arms crossed on
his chest where he had put them; and yet, at the same time, his arms felt
as if they were stretched out on either side of his body. It was a confusing
and disconcerting feeling.
Jim then felt a tingling sensation that ran up and down his spinal cord, which
suddenly became more intense at the back of his neck for a second or two, and
then just as abruptly went away. After a minute or so, Jim figured that his
first attempt, although showing promise, had in fact failed. He decided to
get up and maybe join Zeke in the terminal room, and do some of his own
homework. Jim made his way to the door.
Imagine Jim's surprise when he happened to glance back and see his body,
seemingly asleep on his bed.
It only took Jim a second to get over the initial shock; he then walked back
over to look at his his inert form. There he, or rather his body, was, laying
on his back, his arms still crossed on his chest like he left them, his
eyes closed, his breathing slow and regular (seeing his body breathe was
surprisingly reassuring to Jim). It was strange, seeing himself in this
manner.
Jim had imagined looking at his body would be like looking at himself in a
full-length mirror; butit was more like looking at an entirely different
person. Jim hypothesized that this might have to do with the fact that
he didn't (at the moment, anyway) have any control over his body.
>From this vantage point, he could take a more objective view of what he
looked like: Medium height, with a lanky frame; the dark, curly hair
which he had cursed since childhood, but his mother said would be attractive
to women when he was older (she had yet to be proven right); the peach fuzz on
his upper lip which passed for a moustache. Actually, he wasn't a bad looking
guy, he told himself, especially since he got contact lens over the summer
before coming to college.
Jim suddenly felt quite proud of himself; it looked like he was able to go
out-of-body on his first attempt! Now it was time to start testing his
abilities. He strode over to the door to leave his room. He reached for the
door handle, and saw his hand go through the door. How strange, he didn't
even feel the door! No matter, he thought, and promptly walked through the
door, into the hallway. As he walked down the hall to the stairwell, he saw
the doors to several other dorm rooms were wedged open, to allow circulation
on this muggy evening; the occupants in each dorm room doing such
things as homework, chatting with other students, or listening to their
stereos. He walked to one of these open doors and entered; the room belonged
to two other engineering students he knew. One of them, Tim, was stretched
out on his bed, eating an apple, listening to his stereo and reading the
latest Star Trek novel. Jim stood beside his bed.
"Hey, Tim, how's it going?", Jim asked.
Jim wasn't surprised that there was no reaction from Tim. He continued to eat
his apple.and read his book.
"Yo, Tim, hey, look at me!", Jim said, louder this time. he waved his hands
in between Tim's face and the book he was reading. Still no reaction.
'Excellent', Jim thought. 'Now it's time for some REAL experimentation!'
Jim took his leave of Tim's room, just as Tim put down his apple and started
to pick his nose, never breaking his stride in reading his book.
Jim continued walking down the hallway to the stairwell, but then suddenly
stopped. He remembered the accounts he had read where the astral trravelers
could fly to wherever they wished. He decided to give it a shot. Like most
males (and psychologists still debate why it's just males), he had had dreams
of being able to fly. So he simply looked up to the ceiling, and jumped up.
"Up, up, and away!", Jim yelled impulsively, just like Superman used to do in
the Saturday morning cartoons.
Jim was suddenly floating over his dorm building; he travelled so quickly he
didn't remember going through the three stories above his floor.
But now, Jim was undecided; where was he to go? he knew who he'd LIKE to
visit right now: Karen Bensen. But he had no idea where her dorm was.
'Well, no need to rush this stuff', he thought. 'Maybe I'll head toward
Campus Center; the library must still be open'. He unconsciously looked at
his watch, and saw that it wasn't on his wrist. Jim looked at the rest of his
body, and was shocked to find that he was completely naked! Jim fervently
wished he has some clothes on, and pictured himself in a t-shirt and shorts.
To his amazement, he saw these clothes appear on his body.
'I must have some control over my appearance', he noted. 'I wonder if that
means I can cause myself to appear to others?' He made a mental note to try
that the next time he astral travelled.
He looked toward Campus Center, and 'flew' toward the library. He was amazed
at how easy it was for him to control his 'flying'. Although the library was
almost a mile and a half from his dorm, he was at the front entrance in just
a couple of seconds ('Faster than a Speeding Bullet', he chuckled to himself).
Jim walked in. Yes, the library was still open. He looked up at the clock on
the wall. It was only 9:15; the library stayed open until 10PM on weeknights,
so Jim had 45 minutes to look around. It didn't take him nearly that long to
find what he was looking for.
At one of the tables in the main reading room were several young women, with
books open. Some were reading, others were talking quietly to each other.
Although none were engineering students, Jim recognized a couple of them from
his Paranormal Psyche class. Seeing them, Jim started to feel excited
butterflies in his astral stomach. Then he saw the empty shoes underneath
most of their chairs. That could only mean one thing...
At first, Jim felt a little strange just walking up to their table. But when
he elicited no reaction from any of the women, he grew confident, and ducked
under the table. To Jim, it was reminiscent of his childhood, being under a
table, looking at a sea of female legs and feet. Except now, they didn't know
he was under here. He was ecstatic.
He looked first at the feet closest to his face; rather the foot in front of
his face. This particular woman was sitting with her other leg crossed, such
that she was sitting on her other foot. Jim couldn't recall whose leg it was,
but she was apparently quite petite; sitting on her other leg, her extended
foot didn't quite touch the floor. Jim examined her foot intently.
It was quite a lovely foot. About a size 5, with fairly short, rounded toes,
her second toe just a tad longer than the big toe. Although she wore no
polish, her toenails looked nice and trim. Jim could hear her talking to one
of the other women. She appeared to be an animated talker, and every once in
a while as she talked, she would twitch her foot such that her little toe
flexed down from the rest of her toes.
To get under the table, Jim had stretched his astral body out, such that he
was laying on his stomach. He bent his head down over the woman's foot, and
inhaled deeply. He could smell nothing, which disappointed him. Although he
didn't like disgustingly smelly feet, Jim did appreciate the heady aroma of a
woman's foot.
And then Jim remembered his hand going through the door to his dorm room.
He tentatively reached out to touch the dangling foot. As he feared, his
hand went right through her foot. She kept on talking to her friend.
'Oh, no!', he thought in despair. He thought he was doomed to the prospect of
looking ,but not touching. He decided that Astral Projection was no better
than real life.
Jim was suddenly reminded of the scene in the movie _Ghost_, where a dead
Patrick Swayze was trying to communicate with his living girlfriend, Demi
Moore. In the movie, Swayze initially couldn't make himself heard, or touch
objects without his hand going through them. Later in the movie, he ran into
another ghost, riding the subway, who later shows him how, by concentrating,
he could move objects. As he practiced, Swayze's ghost got more & more adept
at picking up objects, typing on computer keyboards, etc. until he reached the
point that he could actually throw punches at the movie's villain, with
seemingly little concentration on Swayze's part.
Jim of course realized that it was just a movie, but still, he thought, there
might be a grain of truth in what the other ghost told Swayze, so...
Jim concentrated on his index finger, and tried to touch the girl's foot in
front of him. He finger went through her foot, up to the second knuckle of
his finger. He tried it again, with similar results.
With the third time, his finger came up against the sole of her foot, and he
felt the smooth softness of her instep. Shakily, Jim dragged his finger down
the sole of her foot toward her heel. Although she kept talking, the girl's
foot suddenly jerked.
Jim went from despair to elation. His first experiment was successful beyond
his wildest hopes, and his dreams of tickling women's feet was being
fulfilled. He bent his head over her foot again and inhaled again. This
time, with just a little concentration, he detected a slight, yet wonderful
aroma, a mix of baby powder with her own natural scent.
He lightly dragged his finger up and down the girl's dangling sole.
For several seconds, this caused her to absent-mindedly twitch her feet and
wiggle her toes while she continued talking, as if to brush off an offending
housefly. She then brought her foot uup. Jim saw her hand reach down and
scratch where he'd been tickling her foot. For a second, he was happy to see
the girl move her other leg down as well, but was then disappointed when he
saw her slip her feet into the docksider loafers she had under her chair.
Jim decided to examine the feet of the other girls. He saw how one of them
had her legs fully extended, crossed at the ankle. As he recalled, she was
one of the women who were reading when he first walked in. Her legs were
quite long, and almost reached the legs of the girl sitting across from her.
Her feet, like her legs, were quite long. They were also narrow, and had
long, bony, almost finger-like toes; but they were nice looking nonetheless.
Seeing the proximity of her feet to her across-table neighbor's, Jim saw the
potential for a little more fun. He skittled around under the table so he
could face her feet. He then began running the back of his hand up and down
one of her extended feet. Jim was finding that it took less and less
concentration on his part to be able to touch and feel; he was seemingly a
natural at this OOB stuff!
As soon as he started to stroke her foot with the back of his hand, Jim was
rewarded with an initial twitch of her foot. He was then caught by surprise
when she started to rub her foot against his outstretched hand! This went
on for a few minutes. Jim was perplexed. He figured she'd pull her feet back
from his hand, perhaps thinking that the girl across from her was
inadvertently rubbing her foot against hers, but here she was,trying to rub
back!
Jim heard her put her book down, as she spoke to the girl across the table.
"Getting frisky there, girl?", she said in a quiet, but sly voice.
"Hmmmm?", Jim heard the other answer. Jim remembered she was deep in study as
well.
"Don't play innocent with me", replied the girl whose foot Jim was rubbing.
"If you just give me a couple of minutes, I'll be done with this chapter, and
we can go back to my room", she whispered coyly, quuietly enough so that only
they and Jim could hear.
"I'll admit that sounds nice, but what am I innocent of?", asked the other
girl.
The first girl, taken aback by the sincerity of the question, laughed quietly,
though a little nervously.
"Wasn't that you who was just playing footsie with me?", she asked.
"No", was the other's quizzical reply.
Jim saw the girl's long, extended legs abruptly pulled under her chair.
"Well, if it wasn't you, then who--"
The girls' conversation, as well as Jim's reverie at setting up this
unexpected comic situation between an apparently lesbian couple, was
interrupted by the approach of another woman. Jim could see her well tanned
legs and sandaled feet from his position under the table. And they looked
awfully familiar...
One of the girls at the table spoke to the newcomer. Jim thought it was one
of the women in his paranormal psyche class.
"Hi Karen! I didn't know you were here. Come sit down with us!" Jim saw
a chair being pulled back for Karen Bensen. His astral hands started shaking,
just a little bit.
"Gee, I'm sorry, I can't", Karen replied. Jim's heart sank. "I have to
finish my Chemistry homework, and I left my book in my dorm room."
"Oh, shit! I forgot about that assignment!", said the girl sitting at the
table. "I left my book in my room, too. How 'bout I go get it and come to
your room, and we can work on it together."
"Sure", Karen replied. "That's a good idea. Do you know where my room is?"
"No", answered the girl at the table, "Where?"
Jim whispered a thankful prayer under the table. This was being handed to him
on a silver platter!.
"I'm in Dickinson, on the second floor, room 214.". Dickinson was a women's
dorm, in the Northeast part of the campus. Actually, it wasn't too far from
Jim's dorm.
"Great, I'll be there in a little bit", said the girl at the table.
Jim was in seventh heaven. He was ecstatic. he was...
He was being shaken by a hand on his shoulder. With a jolt, Jim sat uup.
He was sitting on his bed, looking at his roommate Ezekiel, who was still
shaking his shoulder.
"C'mon, wake up!", said Zeke, in his high-pitched voice. "It's only 9:30, for
crying out loud! C'mon, I gotta show you something!"
Jim felt groggy. HAD he been sleeping? Had it all been a dream?
"What is it?", Jim asked, rather sleepily.
"I was logged into my new Unix account, and I started using the Usenet News
reader someone told me about. It's unbelievable! There's, like, thousands of
categories, and it automatically subscribes them. And get this-- there's some
SEX categories, too, where they write to each other about sex stuff. I even
saw a category called alt.sex.fetish.feet, for people who like feet... even
one just on Tickling, too! Can you believe there's people like that?"
"No", Jim lied. Jim had never told anyone about his attraction to women's
feet, and he'd certainly never let on to his roommate. Neither would he tell
him of his OOB experiment, although he wasn't sure now if it worked or not.
That WAS a pretty vivid dream, though...
Jim was also intrigued by what Zeke was saying. He had just been approved for
a Unix account as well, and he'd like to see this newsreader, especially a
certain category Zeke had mentioned...
"Okay, let's go!", said Jim, and with that, they walked out into the hallway.
Jim looked down the hallway toward the stairwell. He couldn't be sure, but it
LOOKED like the same doors were open, as during his experience. Jim and Zeke
walked by Tim's room. Jim looked in and saw Tim, laying on his bed, reading
the same Star Trek novel he remembered seeing him read
"Hi, guys, wha'sup", Tim asked. Jim saw the core of an apple sitting on the
table next to Tim. Jim suddenly felt giddy.
"We're going over to the Unix terminal room to play with our new accounts.
Wanna come?", Zeke asked.
"No Thanks", Tim replied, and he resumed his reading.
Jim and Zeke departed for their half-mile trek to the terminal room. Zeke did
all the talking as they went, as Jim was in deep thought.
'So it HAD all happened after all', he thought excitedly. That meant he COULD
travel astrally, and he COULD feel, smell and tickle the feet of any woman
that he wanted to. And he knew EXACTLY whose feet he was going to tickle
tonight, after they came back, when he knew she'd be asleep...
End Chapter 2
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Chapter 1: The Idea
Jim Chamberlain, a freshman at a university in a small New England town,
was walking briskly to his Paranormal Psyche class, filled with anticipation.
He, along with 3,000 other freshmen, had started their four year odyssey
in undergraduate education only a week and a half earlier. It was a
warm day; the official first day of fall wasn't for another week, so it
was still (technically) summer. The day was quite warm, and even a little
humid, which was the reason for Jim's excitement. Indirectly the reason,
anyway.
For warm weather meant women with sandals, and shoes being kicked off
hot feet in class. Jim, you see, had a strong attraction to feet. Ever
since childhood, he had been drawn to women's feet like a vampire to
a bloodbank. His earliest childhood memories were of events like playing
under the dining room table, hardly more than 3 years old, while his
mother, aunts and older girl cousins would sit around the table and gab,
shoes kicked off, or dangling off a toe; Jim would be innocently playing
with a toy car or truck, as far as they knew. In fact, Jim would just stare,
up close, at their feet, enjoying their aroma, even touching them every once
in a while, or lightly 'driving' his toy car over their toes and up their
legs. As he was a child, this would elicit nothing more than a laugh
and a 'Now, Jimmy, stop that, I'm trying to talk', as the women went on
socializing. At that tender age, little Jimmy hadn't discovered the
concept of sex, but he knew even then that looking at their feet made
him feel _good_, and that he wanted to touch women's feet, and especially
*tickle* their feet.
As Jim grew older, and puberty kicked in, along with his more 'vanilla'
wet dreams he would fantasize about tickling girl's feet, made helpless
either through the use of straps, stocks, or other devices. Thinking
about their helpless shrieks of laughter would make him hard.
Jim's experience in tickling women's feet was pretty much limited to his
adventures under the table, until one day, when he was 13 years old.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and he had come home from playing outside
because it had started to rain. Upon entering the house, Jim found one of his
older girl cousins, who was visiting at the time, fast asleep on the couch
in the living room. His mother was out shopping, and Jim knew she wouldn't
be home for quite a while. Jim's cousin, who was about 24, was lying on her
back, gently snoring, with a comforter over her. However, this comforter went
down only to her ankles, and left her stockinged feet exposed.
Jim was entranced, looking at his cousin's feet. He found he couldn't help
himself, and he reached out to tickle her pretty, vulnerable hosed peds.
Jim figured she'd wake up right away; however, he was pleasantly surprised
to find that his cousin's feet and toes simply wiggled and flexed at him.
Better still, although she she didn't wake up, every once in a while his
tickling touch would cause his cousin to mutter and giggle in her sleep.
Jim was in ecstasy, and he spent the next half hour or so tickling
his cousin's feet, until he heard the car door slam outside, indicating
the return home of his mom.
>From then on, along with the helplessness of bondage, Jim would also
fantasize of tickling women while they slept, waking them up with their
own tickling laughter.
Jim didn't have any girl friends in high school; he was kind of 'out crowd',
and hung out with his friends in Electronics class and the Math and
Science Fiction clubs after school. No one, not even his family, knew
of his foot tickling fetish. But he dreamed of the day when he'd have
a girlfriend of his own, to have and to hold, and to tickle....
Now Jim was in college, majoring in Electrical Engineering. The Paranormal
Psychology class Jim was headed for was one of his electives, one of those
courses designed for an 'easy A'. Besides, the subject of paranormal
phenomena had always interested him; one of the 'family' stories he had heard
since childhood was that his mother's grandmother was known to practice such
'white' magic services as water dowaging and fortune telling. And although
none of her descendants have since practiced anything of the kind, it has been
said that many members of his mother's family possessed unusually strong
clairvoyant and other extra-sensory powers. Jim knew from his own experience
that he had perhaps more than the average number of precognitive dreams, and
experienced a lot of 'everyday' tricks, like picking up the phone just before
it would ring, and knowing who was on the other end of the line before they
spoke.
For this reason, Jim was looking forward to his class in parapsychology.
He also looked forward to ogling the dozen or so girls who made up half
the class, particularly Karen Bensen. Karen was beautiful, with long, dark
hair and a golden, olive-oil complexion. Judging from her looks, Jim thought
that maybe she had some Mediterranean blood in her. She had a wonderful
figure, long legs, and as Jim could see for the past week and a half,
beautiful feet and toes that he could die for. They looked to be quite soft
and smooth in the flat sandals she'd wear to class, with no rough edges or
calluses that he could see. Jim imagined that those feet would be very
ticklish.
Unfortunately there didn't appear to be any hope of Jim's finding out how
ticklish Karen's peds were. The first Saturday night after the fall
semester started, Jim and a couple of other engineering students, including
Jim's dorm roommate, Ezekiel (whom everyone inevitably called 'Zeke the Geek')
went to a big party being held in a courtyard common to several of the
fraternity houses within walking distance to the campus. After paying
five bucks each to get into the courtyard (with fake IDs - luckily for
them, the frat brothers acting as bouncers weren't too bothered with
verifying whether the picture on the licenses matched the cardholder),
Jim and his friends got plastic cups and headed for one of the numerous
kegs spread out in the courtyard. Beers in hand, they then formed a
little group, walking en masse around the outdoor party, looking for
girls to talk to; or more realistically, other engineering students that
they knew.
That's when Jim bumped into Karen, and talked to her for the first time.
He had seen her in his psyche class that week, and had fallen in lust
with her and her feet, but had never had the courage to speak to her.
Until now, when he bumped into her. And spilled her beer.
"Oh, I'm Sorry! I didn't see you! Uh, I mean, er, I wasn't looking..",
Jim stammered.
"That's all right", said Karen, shaking beer from her free hand, disdainfully
holding the now half-full cup in her other hand. The slightly disgusted
look she was giving Jim right now told him that in fact it WASN'T all right,
as far as she was concerned.
Jim was quite shaken. He was surprised to run into Karen, especially
literally, at the party. She was in a tank top, shorts and pretty sandals,
accentuating her beautiful, delicate feet, which had just taken a bath
in beer. Jim was struck with a desire to lick her feet clean of the beer.
"Er, um, would you like me to get you another beer?", he asked.
Karen was just about to reply when music suddenly started blaring from
speakers set up around the courtyard, causing an exodus of people to
the center of the courtyard where Jim and Karen now stood. The people
around them began to dance.
A suddenly brave Jim saw his chance.
"Do you want to dance?", he asked, suddenly feeling like Pinto, that freshman
in _Animal House_.
"What?", Karen yelled, barely discernable above the din of music.
"I said...", Jim started to repeat. He never finished, as his view of Karen
was suddenly blocked. He was now looking at someone's back. A very large,
muscle-bound back, at that.
"Hey, Karen", Jim heard a voice rumble. "Where've you been? I've been
waiting for you to bring me my beer for... what, since when do you like
beer?". Jim saw a massive hand point to the half empty beer cup in Karen's
hand, now barely visible to Jim due to the massive back in front of him.
"No Brian", Jim heard Karen say. "This guy bumped into me and I..."
The back whirled around in front of Jim, and he was now looking at a
massive chest. With a massive head on top, about 10 inches above Jim's
own head. And Jim saw an angry face on the massive head, looking down
at him.
"Hey, what are you, some kind of fucking clutz or somethin'?", Brian queried.
Jim saw his life ending in the next few seconds. He started stammering
a reply when he heard Karen say, "Look, Bry, it wasn't his fault. I wasn't
watching where I was going and I bumped into him."
Brian turned back to face Karen, scowling. "Ah, lets go to the keg
together and get my beer. Jeez, I gotta watch you every minute... outta
my way, geek!", Brian said, pushing Jim almost to his knees as Brian
and Karen walked past him. Karen didn't even give Jim a passing glance.
In the past few days since, Jim gave up what little hope he had to
see Karen, to make love to Karen, to tickle Karen's dainty feet. But
at least he could ogle her feet in the parapsycholgy class; at least
until winter set in, anyway.
Jim always purposely came to this class a little late, just before the
professor started class, to find a strategic seat from which to view
the feet of girls already in the classroom, particularly Karen's.
Today, unfortunately, all the seats with good vantage points were taken
already, and Jim had to take a seat in the front row. But since
the parapsychology professor was actually a shapely, pretty woman in her late
20's, doing her post-doctorate work and teaching at the university, he decided
to make the most of the situation and check out the potential there.
The professor hadn't yet worn sandals since the class began last week, but
at least Jim could look at her up close, and try to guess what her feet looked
like, based on the shape of her hands and any impressions her toes made
on the tops of her thin leather shoes.
Today the professor talked about the study of out-of-body experiences,
also known as 'OOBE' or 'astral projection'. She began by giving an overview
into the history of astral projection, starting with the legends held by
many ancient cultures, all generally referring to the travel of one's soul
to distant places, while one's body lay dormant, apparently asleep.
She talked about beliefs held in the Middle Ages, regarding 'witches' who
could travel great distances in spirit form, allegedly to visit and
torment their victims.
Bringing the historical overview into modern times, the professor described
the research done by Carlos Castenada in the early 60's, studying under
the Yaqui indian Don Juan, learning about 'dreaming'. She mentioned
research done by parapsychologists, and the indeterminable results to
date.
The professor talked about many aspects of astral projection, and of some of
the books which describe techniques employed by people who wanted to project
their astral bodies to places and people they wished to see.
As the professor talked on, Jim started to daydream, thinking about
what HE would do, and who HE'd like to see, if he had the ability
to flit about outside his body, invisible to those he wanted to see.
An idea started to form. Hey, what the hell, it was worth a try. He
remembered the stories of his great-grandmother, and his own paranormal
experiences. A smile came to his lipss. 'Hmmm', Jim thought.
'Maybe there was something to this out-of-body stuff...'
All Jim knew was that, after class, he was going to one of the libraries
on campus and try to find some of these books on OOBE technique that the
professor was talking about. And then Jim was going to do a little
research of his own....
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Chapter 2, _The Experiment_, to follow!
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Chapter 2: The Experiment
At 8:30 PM, Jim Chamberlain was alone in his dorm room. Although he was
laying on his bed, Jim was far from tired. His roommate Ezekiel was across
campus in a terminal room, working on homework for an introductory
Unix course he was taking, so Jim knew he had plenty of time to try his
little 'experiment'.
Jim was generally caught up (or even a little ahead) on homework for his
classes, so he wasn't too worried about spending the afternoon in the
main campus library researching OOBE techniques, in between looking (from a
discreet vantage point, of course) under the tables scattered about, to check
out the lovely feet of female students who kicked their shoes off while
studying. After skimming most of the selections in the library, Jim selected
a few books to sign out and read in-depth.
Back in his dorm, Jim spent the next few hours studying the astral projection
experiences described in the books, and the techniques supposedly employed by
these astral travellers. In general, an out-of-body state was attained
through complete relaxation of the physical body, while devoting complete
concentration towards getting up and moving about, almost like a form of self-
hypnosis.. Some experiencers used meditation to attain this relaxed body/deep
concentration state; some, like Castenada, used hallucinogenic drugs.
For a lucky few, OOBE seemed to occur almost spontaneously, but most accounts
indicated that it took practice, sometimes for months and even years.
And sometimes a person, try as they might, never experienced OOB at all.
So now here he was, laying on his bed, all the lights off in his room save
for the little night light plugged in to an outlet next to Zeke's bed (Jim's
roommate wouldn't go to sleep without having it turned on), which gave the
room a soft yellow glow once Jim's eyes were adjusted to the dimness.
Jim closed his eyes and concentrated on relaxing his body, which was difficult
given his excitement at the thought of what he was attempting to do.
Jim lay there for what seemed a very long time, eyes closed, with no sensory
input other than the ticking of Zeke's wind-up alarm clock (Zeke needed to
hear THAT too to fall asleep). Jim was about to give up on his first attempt
when he noticed a strange feeling in his arms. He felt his arms crossed on
his chest where he had put them; and yet, at the same time, his arms felt
as if they were stretched out on either side of his body. It was a confusing
and disconcerting feeling.
Jim then felt a tingling sensation that ran up and down his spinal cord, which
suddenly became more intense at the back of his neck for a second or two, and
then just as abruptly went away. After a minute or so, Jim figured that his
first attempt, although showing promise, had in fact failed. He decided to
get up and maybe join Zeke in the terminal room, and do some of his own
homework. Jim made his way to the door.
Imagine Jim's surprise when he happened to glance back and see his body,
seemingly asleep on his bed.
It only took Jim a second to get over the initial shock; he then walked back
over to look at his his inert form. There he, or rather his body, was, laying
on his back, his arms still crossed on his chest like he left them, his
eyes closed, his breathing slow and regular (seeing his body breathe was
surprisingly reassuring to Jim). It was strange, seeing himself in this
manner.
Jim had imagined looking at his body would be like looking at himself in a
full-length mirror; butit was more like looking at an entirely different
person. Jim hypothesized that this might have to do with the fact that
he didn't (at the moment, anyway) have any control over his body.
>From this vantage point, he could take a more objective view of what he
looked like: Medium height, with a lanky frame; the dark, curly hair
which he had cursed since childhood, but his mother said would be attractive
to women when he was older (she had yet to be proven right); the peach fuzz on
his upper lip which passed for a moustache. Actually, he wasn't a bad looking
guy, he told himself, especially since he got contact lens over the summer
before coming to college.
Jim suddenly felt quite proud of himself; it looked like he was able to go
out-of-body on his first attempt! Now it was time to start testing his
abilities. He strode over to the door to leave his room. He reached for the
door handle, and saw his hand go through the door. How strange, he didn't
even feel the door! No matter, he thought, and promptly walked through the
door, into the hallway. As he walked down the hall to the stairwell, he saw
the doors to several other dorm rooms were wedged open, to allow circulation
on this muggy evening; the occupants in each dorm room doing such
things as homework, chatting with other students, or listening to their
stereos. He walked to one of these open doors and entered; the room belonged
to two other engineering students he knew. One of them, Tim, was stretched
out on his bed, eating an apple, listening to his stereo and reading the
latest Star Trek novel. Jim stood beside his bed.
"Hey, Tim, how's it going?", Jim asked.
Jim wasn't surprised that there was no reaction from Tim. He continued to eat
his apple.and read his book.
"Yo, Tim, hey, look at me!", Jim said, louder this time. he waved his hands
in between Tim's face and the book he was reading. Still no reaction.
'Excellent', Jim thought. 'Now it's time for some REAL experimentation!'
Jim took his leave of Tim's room, just as Tim put down his apple and started
to pick his nose, never breaking his stride in reading his book.
Jim continued walking down the hallway to the stairwell, but then suddenly
stopped. He remembered the accounts he had read where the astral trravelers
could fly to wherever they wished. He decided to give it a shot. Like most
males (and psychologists still debate why it's just males), he had had dreams
of being able to fly. So he simply looked up to the ceiling, and jumped up.
"Up, up, and away!", Jim yelled impulsively, just like Superman used to do in
the Saturday morning cartoons.
Jim was suddenly floating over his dorm building; he travelled so quickly he
didn't remember going through the three stories above his floor.
But now, Jim was undecided; where was he to go? he knew who he'd LIKE to
visit right now: Karen Bensen. But he had no idea where her dorm was.
'Well, no need to rush this stuff', he thought. 'Maybe I'll head toward
Campus Center; the library must still be open'. He unconsciously looked at
his watch, and saw that it wasn't on his wrist. Jim looked at the rest of his
body, and was shocked to find that he was completely naked! Jim fervently
wished he has some clothes on, and pictured himself in a t-shirt and shorts.
To his amazement, he saw these clothes appear on his body.
'I must have some control over my appearance', he noted. 'I wonder if that
means I can cause myself to appear to others?' He made a mental note to try
that the next time he astral travelled.
He looked toward Campus Center, and 'flew' toward the library. He was amazed
at how easy it was for him to control his 'flying'. Although the library was
almost a mile and a half from his dorm, he was at the front entrance in just
a couple of seconds ('Faster than a Speeding Bullet', he chuckled to himself).
Jim walked in. Yes, the library was still open. He looked up at the clock on
the wall. It was only 9:15; the library stayed open until 10PM on weeknights,
so Jim had 45 minutes to look around. It didn't take him nearly that long to
find what he was looking for.
At one of the tables in the main reading room were several young women, with
books open. Some were reading, others were talking quietly to each other.
Although none were engineering students, Jim recognized a couple of them from
his Paranormal Psyche class. Seeing them, Jim started to feel excited
butterflies in his astral stomach. Then he saw the empty shoes underneath
most of their chairs. That could only mean one thing...
At first, Jim felt a little strange just walking up to their table. But when
he elicited no reaction from any of the women, he grew confident, and ducked
under the table. To Jim, it was reminiscent of his childhood, being under a
table, looking at a sea of female legs and feet. Except now, they didn't know
he was under here. He was ecstatic.
He looked first at the feet closest to his face; rather the foot in front of
his face. This particular woman was sitting with her other leg crossed, such
that she was sitting on her other foot. Jim couldn't recall whose leg it was,
but she was apparently quite petite; sitting on her other leg, her extended
foot didn't quite touch the floor. Jim examined her foot intently.
It was quite a lovely foot. About a size 5, with fairly short, rounded toes,
her second toe just a tad longer than the big toe. Although she wore no
polish, her toenails looked nice and trim. Jim could hear her talking to one
of the other women. She appeared to be an animated talker, and every once in
a while as she talked, she would twitch her foot such that her little toe
flexed down from the rest of her toes.
To get under the table, Jim had stretched his astral body out, such that he
was laying on his stomach. He bent his head down over the woman's foot, and
inhaled deeply. He could smell nothing, which disappointed him. Although he
didn't like disgustingly smelly feet, Jim did appreciate the heady aroma of a
woman's foot.
And then Jim remembered his hand going through the door to his dorm room.
He tentatively reached out to touch the dangling foot. As he feared, his
hand went right through her foot. She kept on talking to her friend.
'Oh, no!', he thought in despair. He thought he was doomed to the prospect of
looking ,but not touching. He decided that Astral Projection was no better
than real life.
Jim was suddenly reminded of the scene in the movie _Ghost_, where a dead
Patrick Swayze was trying to communicate with his living girlfriend, Demi
Moore. In the movie, Swayze initially couldn't make himself heard, or touch
objects without his hand going through them. Later in the movie, he ran into
another ghost, riding the subway, who later shows him how, by concentrating,
he could move objects. As he practiced, Swayze's ghost got more & more adept
at picking up objects, typing on computer keyboards, etc. until he reached the
point that he could actually throw punches at the movie's villain, with
seemingly little concentration on Swayze's part.
Jim of course realized that it was just a movie, but still, he thought, there
might be a grain of truth in what the other ghost told Swayze, so...
Jim concentrated on his index finger, and tried to touch the girl's foot in
front of him. He finger went through her foot, up to the second knuckle of
his finger. He tried it again, with similar results.
With the third time, his finger came up against the sole of her foot, and he
felt the smooth softness of her instep. Shakily, Jim dragged his finger down
the sole of her foot toward her heel. Although she kept talking, the girl's
foot suddenly jerked.
Jim went from despair to elation. His first experiment was successful beyond
his wildest hopes, and his dreams of tickling women's feet was being
fulfilled. He bent his head over her foot again and inhaled again. This
time, with just a little concentration, he detected a slight, yet wonderful
aroma, a mix of baby powder with her own natural scent.
He lightly dragged his finger up and down the girl's dangling sole.
For several seconds, this caused her to absent-mindedly twitch her feet and
wiggle her toes while she continued talking, as if to brush off an offending
housefly. She then brought her foot uup. Jim saw her hand reach down and
scratch where he'd been tickling her foot. For a second, he was happy to see
the girl move her other leg down as well, but was then disappointed when he
saw her slip her feet into the docksider loafers she had under her chair.
Jim decided to examine the feet of the other girls. He saw how one of them
had her legs fully extended, crossed at the ankle. As he recalled, she was
one of the women who were reading when he first walked in. Her legs were
quite long, and almost reached the legs of the girl sitting across from her.
Her feet, like her legs, were quite long. They were also narrow, and had
long, bony, almost finger-like toes; but they were nice looking nonetheless.
Seeing the proximity of her feet to her across-table neighbor's, Jim saw the
potential for a little more fun. He skittled around under the table so he
could face her feet. He then began running the back of his hand up and down
one of her extended feet. Jim was finding that it took less and less
concentration on his part to be able to touch and feel; he was seemingly a
natural at this OOB stuff!
As soon as he started to stroke her foot with the back of his hand, Jim was
rewarded with an initial twitch of her foot. He was then caught by surprise
when she started to rub her foot against his outstretched hand! This went
on for a few minutes. Jim was perplexed. He figured she'd pull her feet back
from his hand, perhaps thinking that the girl across from her was
inadvertently rubbing her foot against hers, but here she was,trying to rub
back!
Jim heard her put her book down, as she spoke to the girl across the table.
"Getting frisky there, girl?", she said in a quiet, but sly voice.
"Hmmmm?", Jim heard the other answer. Jim remembered she was deep in study as
well.
"Don't play innocent with me", replied the girl whose foot Jim was rubbing.
"If you just give me a couple of minutes, I'll be done with this chapter, and
we can go back to my room", she whispered coyly, quuietly enough so that only
they and Jim could hear.
"I'll admit that sounds nice, but what am I innocent of?", asked the other
girl.
The first girl, taken aback by the sincerity of the question, laughed quietly,
though a little nervously.
"Wasn't that you who was just playing footsie with me?", she asked.
"No", was the other's quizzical reply.
Jim saw the girl's long, extended legs abruptly pulled under her chair.
"Well, if it wasn't you, then who--"
The girls' conversation, as well as Jim's reverie at setting up this
unexpected comic situation between an apparently lesbian couple, was
interrupted by the approach of another woman. Jim could see her well tanned
legs and sandaled feet from his position under the table. And they looked
awfully familiar...
One of the girls at the table spoke to the newcomer. Jim thought it was one
of the women in his paranormal psyche class.
"Hi Karen! I didn't know you were here. Come sit down with us!" Jim saw
a chair being pulled back for Karen Bensen. His astral hands started shaking,
just a little bit.
"Gee, I'm sorry, I can't", Karen replied. Jim's heart sank. "I have to
finish my Chemistry homework, and I left my book in my dorm room."
"Oh, shit! I forgot about that assignment!", said the girl sitting at the
table. "I left my book in my room, too. How 'bout I go get it and come to
your room, and we can work on it together."
"Sure", Karen replied. "That's a good idea. Do you know where my room is?"
"No", answered the girl at the table, "Where?"
Jim whispered a thankful prayer under the table. This was being handed to him
on a silver platter!.
"I'm in Dickinson, on the second floor, room 214.". Dickinson was a women's
dorm, in the Northeast part of the campus. Actually, it wasn't too far from
Jim's dorm.
"Great, I'll be there in a little bit", said the girl at the table.
Jim was in seventh heaven. He was ecstatic. he was...
He was being shaken by a hand on his shoulder. With a jolt, Jim sat uup.
He was sitting on his bed, looking at his roommate Ezekiel, who was still
shaking his shoulder.
"C'mon, wake up!", said Zeke, in his high-pitched voice. "It's only 9:30, for
crying out loud! C'mon, I gotta show you something!"
Jim felt groggy. HAD he been sleeping? Had it all been a dream?
"What is it?", Jim asked, rather sleepily.
"I was logged into my new Unix account, and I started using the Usenet News
reader someone told me about. It's unbelievable! There's, like, thousands of
categories, and it automatically subscribes them. And get this-- there's some
SEX categories, too, where they write to each other about sex stuff. I even
saw a category called alt.sex.fetish.feet, for people who like feet... even
one just on Tickling, too! Can you believe there's people like that?"
"No", Jim lied. Jim had never told anyone about his attraction to women's
feet, and he'd certainly never let on to his roommate. Neither would he tell
him of his OOB experiment, although he wasn't sure now if it worked or not.
That WAS a pretty vivid dream, though...
Jim was also intrigued by what Zeke was saying. He had just been approved for
a Unix account as well, and he'd like to see this newsreader, especially a
certain category Zeke had mentioned...
"Okay, let's go!", said Jim, and with that, they walked out into the hallway.
Jim looked down the hallway toward the stairwell. He couldn't be sure, but it
LOOKED like the same doors were open, as during his experience. Jim and Zeke
walked by Tim's room. Jim looked in and saw Tim, laying on his bed, reading
the same Star Trek novel he remembered seeing him read
"Hi, guys, wha'sup", Tim asked. Jim saw the core of an apple sitting on the
table next to Tim. Jim suddenly felt giddy.
"We're going over to the Unix terminal room to play with our new accounts.
Wanna come?", Zeke asked.
"No Thanks", Tim replied, and he resumed his reading.
Jim and Zeke departed for their half-mile trek to the terminal room. Zeke did
all the talking as they went, as Jim was in deep thought.
'So it HAD all happened after all', he thought excitedly. That meant he COULD
travel astrally, and he COULD feel, smell and tickle the feet of any woman
that he wanted to. And he knew EXACTLY whose feet he was going to tickle
tonight, after they came back, when he knew she'd be asleep...
End Chapter 2
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