I keep looking at the training, but I stop paying attention. I recall and summarize the changes I have been through over the last months.
First, I can read minds. The why doesn't matter, not yet. Besides that, I also know that my mind can't be read. That seems to be something that has always been the case. That incongruity of something that can be opened being able to receive has made me not consider many things. And now, as I recall, at least that is the clearest memory when I think, the one that has left a deeper imprint in my mind, that day I stalked Tyne Turner, the perverted degenerate of a teacher for his secret meeting with one of the seniors who was his sex doll, I felt some of the things she felt, only faintly, but enough to disgust me and make me pull my focus back.
I also recall how I have cheated at the self-defense and fighting courses. I didn't pay attention, but beyond thoughts, I felt a bit of the sensation of limbs being moved in an adequate position to exert force, defend and attack, and I instinctively followed, learning at the same pace as I now learn at school.
Then there is the magnum opus, what I don't know how to describe with words other than a banshee scream. I can only describe it like that, because I never thought of finding a name for it. Maybe I will when I will not feel embarrassed, but that cry that scrambled 'Mike Donovan's' brain that day is something he didn't see coming, something else that is peculiar. I only don't know if it is unique to me.
So many things I have not considered before, so many peculiarities, so many inconsistencies. I take a breath, and exhale. I watch the training till the end, take my bag, and walk to wait for Emmie at an intersection of corridors. And she soon arrives, looking fresh from a recent shower, her red hair tied in a ponytail that starts bouncing with her springy steps when she sees.
"Max, let's go!"
She runs over with a bright smile to cling onto my arm, and we leave with the sparser wave that has remained behind till now for different reasons. Looking up once outside, the reddish sun's tame light makes the world comfortable after it has lost its harshness, and it makes us walk for a while instead of immediately going out separate ways.
Still, I have to go home to keep an eye on Liz, and like it has been since the start of the term, I can't linger outside or even sleep over at Emmie's place like before. Arriving at a small park, we tacitly direct our steps toward a more discreet corner, and take refuge behind a tree that blocks the view from the road to fall into each other's arms and press our chests together to exchange a kiss more passionate than the simple one from hours ago.
Our parted lips dance together while our tongues start an uninhibited exchange that makes our hearts speed up, and our respective skins burn hot. I fondle Emmie's chest with one hand while keeping the other one her soft waist, while she slides her hands from my waist to my butt to squeeze.
Our exchange lasts until our breaths become too hurried, and the fire inside us too hot to keep feeding it. We separate, and look into each other's eyes, before we smile, and exchange one last kiss like a conclusion to a debate, a deep, substantial and insightful conclusion.
"See you tomorrow."
We wave at each other and take the available faster means of transport to go home. When I arrive, Liz is already in the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner. She looks up with her trademark soothing smile, and greets me.
"Welcome back, Max. Go wash your hands and change your clothes if you want, dinner will be ready soon."
Since we have spent much time home after we came back from the hotel, we have been eating dinner early. That way, we have been sleeping early, to rest and heal. Though that habit will certainly not last with Liz raring to go back to work, which will bring back things the way they were before.
I glance outside at the sun just sinking beyond the skyline, and smile at Liz.
"Sis, you have been keeping yourself busy all day when I wasn't here, haven't you?"
"I took a nap at noon."
"Right, if you say so."
I don't even pretend to believe her. Changing out of my shoes, I throw my bag onto the sofa and go to the toilet that has also been through some renovation to wash my hand. Looking into the mirror, I smile at my slightly reddish, overexerted lips, and wipe the messy traces of gloss with a cold towel. I don't want things to be too obvious. I will be too embarrassed if Liz starts teasing me.
Dinner with just us two girls doesn't bring anything other than calm laughter, teasing, and the ease from being home. After we wash the dishes, together this time, we tidy the living room. It is more that I do the work, while I force Liz to watch and point out places that I have overlooked. Though I don't have to mop the floor, or vacuum anywhere, leaving me with just the dining table and the mostly tidied up kitchen.
I don't say anything. Even I would have had trouble being idle at home, so I can't really point fingers and give a sermon. As we go upstairs, I glance at her face, but I see no sign of her knowing what happened today at school. That relieves me, and I run to the bathroom after throwing my clothes into the laundry basket.
I don't close the door behind me, and soon, Liz also arrives, naked, her big, soft breasts exposed to the air with their top plump, full but not engorged. Judging from the shape and movements of her breasts, she must have pumped the content inside them not long ago, probably before I came back.
Just the simple sight gets my heart stuck in my throat, and I have to exhale to the heat that has barely found an outlet with Emmie calm down. And it gets doused out when I see the scarring wounds that are still reddish blemishes on her fair stomach.
I must have looked at the ugly flaw for too long, because Liz is already before me and she lifts my head to make me look at her.
"Alright, don't look anymore."
With a smile, she kisses me on the forehead, then comes to stand behind me. She traces my tattoo with her finger, and laughs when I feel ticklish. Pulling me back with a hand on my flat stomach, she makes me sink into her softness while she extends her hand and turns on the water.
The warm water doesn't excite me, but the plump nipples on my back do.
"Gulp."