Sharla Winslowe

by Christy Lake and Misty Dawn

 

*Chapter 2 New Friends*

 

Sharla has been able to solve a litter problem.  She solves a few more, and makes a couple of good acquaintances

Part 5    Meet Naomi and what are the Water Swatters

Part 6    The July 4 picnic and more Naomi

Part 7    Meet Jenny

Part 8    A different type of Carpet Cleaner – Mikey

Part 9    Some Hair Zappers

Part 10  Hazy Missy Piggy and Scruffy Scrubber

 

*Part 5 Meet Naomi and the Water Swatters*

Tired, yet excited, Sharla considered her new and so-silent acquaintance, Naomi Tallcougar. The girl had a unique ability to make even a simple basic jog a somehow thrilling competition. Sharla edged through her dorm room door, tossed her bag in the general direction of the desk and slumped back against the door. The cool steel door felt great through her sweat soaked shirt and shorts.

Toeing her sneaks, Sharla kicked them in the general direction of the closet. "Wow! What a workout!"

Gingerly removing her sweaty socks, tossing them on the bed, the frazzled coed laboriously pried herself off the door and started stripping down to sweat-sheened, buck-naked beauty, sending each perspiration-soaked garment to join the socks in the center of the bed.

Coach Phyllis, her Physical Exercise monitor, had, for some strange reason, paired her up with Naomi Tallcougar; Sharla thought that it just could be because she was the only person in class with any knowledge of American Sign Language. When the beautiful deaf-mute had signed, <Bet u a coke u can't keep up!> Sharla had agreed and then, foolishly, let the other girl set the pace. "Ghad, she musta been runnin’ all’er life!" Though the American Indian had a bit shorter stride, she had more than adequate speed. They had run the whole period, drawing quite an enthusiastic crowd as the rest of the class caught on to what was happening.

"Ghad, did we actually do four extra big laps in the period?"

Sharla turned the shower on full and as soon as the temperature was bearable, eased into the needle spray, luxuriated in the sting. There had been no winner. They had sprinted to a powerful nose-to-nose finish at the end of the period. The memory caused an incredible surging heat to fill her with need. Her slender finger sought the sensitive bud peeking through the nest of auburn curls at the apex of her feminine cleft. "Darn! The girl is just too beautiful! I wonder …"

When she languorously stepped out of the shower, she could not find a towel. She suddenly realized she did not even have one on the shelf in the narrow storage closet built into the wall beside the tub/shower. "Damn it! They're all in the laundry bag!" Instead of doing the wash the night before, she and Jenny had gone out with Kevin and Karl. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, she remembered that Misty had instructed Christine in the making of a small tornado or waterspout, to move water from a flooded stable yard to a pond.

Sharla remembered all the details of the description. "Well. I may not have a pond or puddle, but I do have a tub and drain! And I am wet, and my hair is dripping all over the place!"

Standing there in the center of the bathroom, dripping water on the tile floor, she closed her eyes and concentrated. She visualized a very tiny, tiny waterspout, so small that it would stand on the side of a hair. She needed a lot of them because she had a lot of hair. As she multiplied their number, she realized they needed a home. She offered the branch of Red Coral that was on her goodies shelf, along with her toy poodle, her first piggy bank, and the scruffy yellow collapsed tennis ball that she treasured. The little water spouts actually seemed gleeful as they accepted the branch of coral as their residence. "Okay girls, but you just gotta keep it dry!"

She concentrated on just one and instructed it to start at the puddle next to her feet, pick up the water, and move it to the nearest drain. "Ok, you other Water Swatters, now you try with all the water on the floor."

She watched as the puddles on the floor just disappeared. Closing her eyes and fixing the action firmly in her mind, she told her collection of breezes "OK, Water Swatters, dry me and my hair. Go!" A warm tingly sensation swept up her body and she felt her soggy hair lifted. She opened her eyes and realized that she was dry. A quick glance at the mirror showed her hair completely dry and fluffed out like it had been carefully brushed for volume. "Thank you Water Swatters," she thought with a grin. Even the darker red adorning her loins had been brushed and fluffed. "And remember, no puddles under that coral!"

********************

At the 4th of July picnic, (In the now clean Administration Square Park) Sharla discovered, quite by accident, that she had telekinetic powers.

 

*Part 6 The July 4 picnic and more Naomi*

Because her family was doing nothing serious to celebrate the holiday, Sharla had decided to stay on campus, to attend the Fourth of July shindig the university was hosting in Administration Square Park, a picnic followed by a fireworks display later in the evening.

As is normal at these affairs, there were five guys for every girl. Sharla felt all eyes were on her in particular. Tremors of apprehension rippled up and down her spine as she wondered if just maybe she had made a mistake dressing in high-heeled sandals, the snug shirtwaist dress that was just long enough to cover the lace bands at the top of smoky "Stay Up" stockings. Of course the fact she was braless under the soft, sleeveless, form-fitting dress might have something to do with all the blatant lust she felt. "Will I ever get used to knowing that all these guys are thinking of when they look at me is how they can worm their way into my panties?"

Prudently avoiding one particularly boisterous knot of young males at one end of the serving tables, she took a hotdog and a big red paper cup full of Dew and retreated quietly toward a contemplation bench she knew of in a grove of trees at the far corner of the Park. The farther away she got from the partying crowd, the better she felt, the less she was aware of all that male lust directed her way. "No, not only MY way." She then realized their brazen sexual wants were for most any of the girls in attendance.

Sharla was almost finished with her refreshment when she spotted Naomi Tallcougar, with her black flashing eyes, raven's wing black hair spilling down her slim back onto her shoulder blades in soft shimmering wavelets, a decidedly female, if slightly fuller than the norm, figure crossing the street towards the park. She moved with a sensuous panther-like grace natural to her northern Native American heritage. Watching her slow, almost feline sort of saunter, the redhead wondered if the girl’s graceful movements were inherently hers, or possibly a conscious effort to imitate the flowing grace of her namesake. "Whatever, she is simply a study in her fluid mobility!"

Sharla knew that the raven-haired deaf mute was a freshman, taking advantage of the same "Leap Ahead" summer program as Sharla, though in a different curriculum. She thought that the girl was study-minded and serious about her education. Though of Native American decent, her family has drifted so far from original culture only the name Tallcougar reminded them of their heritage.

Sharla felt drawn to Naomi and would like to be her friend. However, Sharla, with only a minimum skill in American Sign Language, (ASL) had kept her distance from this very spectacular beauty. "Huummm? Wonder if I can get her to tutor me in ASL?" By the bright red drink cup, which matched nicely the deep rose of the form fitting, knitted mini-dress the girl was wearing; Sharla knew she had been to the refreshment stands. She giggled, and then murmured softly, "Nice to see I am not the only one to dress up for the occasion." She lifted a hand to wave the girl over, to ask about teaching her more ASL.

Suddenly, moving up behind Naomi, gesticulating wildly, was one of the "self proclaimed God's Gift to Women," a card-carrying, impossibly uncouth member of the Cruzin' Club. With an angry sneer, he grabbed Naomi's shoulder and shouted. "When I ask a question, bitch, I expect an answer!"

An expression of sheer terror filled her features at this rude touch! Mouth opening in a soundless scream, the panic blazing in her dark eyes, she frantically tried to spin away from the contact, her drink falling from her flaying hands, the liquid splashing over both pair of feet, adding to the confusion.

When she twisted away in a frantic dance, his grip, slipping from her shoulder to grasping the soft fabric of the sleeveless dress was too much for the small round buttons. With an audible "machine gun" sound, they popped open. He jerked on the fabric, she pulled away, a foot slipped in the growing puddle at her feet, and she tumbled, suddenly disrobed, to the ground. The certain knowledge of her immediate future, coupled with her utter inability to make a sound, to call for help, caused her beauty to become a contorted mask of agonized helplessness.

Jet black hair flashing muted rusts, blues, even a soft green, fanned out across the neatly composted ground next to a sprawling bush shielding her struggles from the view of a passing potential rescuer. Naomi's smooth, cream-colored skin was a stark contrast to the deep green of the neatly trimmed grass in the shadow of the surrounding trees. A sheer nylon "cami" displayed rather than concealed deep rose nipples capping eye-catching "B" cup breasts and sinfully scanty panties matching the color of her dress accented the femaleness of her adequate, if somewhat plump, figure.

The Jerk was still spinning around, off balance, waving the trophy of Naomi's dress when, angrily jerking to her feet, Sharla wished that the dress would wrap itself around his legs and throw him headfirst into the side of a three foot diameter stump which had been left as a seat, some fifteen feet away. Then, mildly surprised that it was actually happening, she watched with satisfaction as the dress wrapped itself around his legs and threw him bodily across the wide walkway, headfirst into the stump. The dress then unwrapped itself and streaked back to collapse across Naomi, covering her.

"Wow, some defense! Gads, that was so, so KEWL!" Sharla exclaimed, then she approached the recumbent girl and knelt beside her. The girl was unconscious. Sharla rapidly checked the sprawled girl for broken bones, finding none. There was a bit of blood on her palm as she lifted her head. "What th . . . ?" Unerringly, Sharla's fingers located a vicious cut in the scalp on the back of the unconscious girls head. "What did that?"

A quick grope in the soil located the culprit, a thick branch, or root that had been cut and then covered with compost. "Damn, wish there was something . . . don't want to see her in pain!" Sharla murmured in soft, soothing tones as she worked to make he girl comfortable at least. "Let's see what we can do about getting you dressed," she spoke to the girl as though she was awake.

Surprisingly the dress had not been torn. The round buttons were smaller than the buttonholes and had just popped out. Sharla had a "feeling" that the Jerk would be out for a while. Naomi seemed to just be in a faint, rather than out cold, so she propped her up and fitted her arms through the sleeves of the shirtdress then buttoned the front. She noted the bleeding had already stopped, and, incredibly, it seemed as if the deep cut was already closing!

Naomi was coming around. She looked up at Sharla, and with recognition, came an expression of surprise etched into every pore of her flawless face.

<R U O K>," Sharla signed slowly.

A look of delight flashed across Naomi's beautiful features. Her hand leapt up and began a flurry of sign. She had seen what had happened before she fell and was knocked out. Now she wanted to know what Sharla had done to help her, as well as HOW she had done it.

Sharla shook her head and said as she signed slowly, <Please sign slowly; I am not an adept, just a beginner.>

<May I teach you?> Naomi looked into Sharla's eyes and some unnamable force seemed to leap between them. <I want to teach you.> She paused, and then added, <Please?> when Sharla continued to stare, unable to fathom the depths of the raven-haired beauty's soul. All she knew was that they were now fast friends and would remain so forever.

The redhead nodded, then signed, and said <I would love to be your . . . > she paused and unable to find the proper sign in her memory, spelled out, <S-t-u-d-e-n-t>

The girls hugged briefly as Sharla pulled Naomi to her feet, help her to fasten a few more buttons on the front of her dress, and steered the still dazed, but rapidly recovering girl out of the park.

 

*Part 7 Meet Jenny*

The gala excitement of the 4th of July parade and picnic had been replaced with the drudgery of schoolwork. Sharla, in jeans and sneaks, had just finished her assignments and had parked her shapely tush on the dorm steps. With Dew in hand, she was enjoying the gentle caress of the first evening breeze when a BMW Luxury Sedan rolled to a stop at the end of the sidewalk. A young woman, wearing a very severe, closely tailored business suit, exited the back door. Tall spike heels clicking briskly sharply defined long, graceful runner's legs beneath the hem of the modest-length skirt as she approached Sharla.

"Hello, I’m Jennifer Blais," the young woman stated, the tone of one who felt she should have been expected and greeted as royalty. She pronounced her last name as Blay, but with an almost Bostonian accent. "Hi," Sharla acknowledged, somewhat cautiously, it never paid one to too quickly accept another, until one knew the other's business at any rate.

"I’m looking for Giggs Hall, room 202. According to the map, this is the building, but we have not seen any signs. Could you direct me?" The tone now sounded almost imperious.

Sharla, sensing the girl was "assuming airs" simply to cover innate, inner fear any newcomer felt, leaned back against the railing, the action stretching her tee, unconsciously displaying her shapely breasts, and pointed casually to the left pair of windows in the center of the second floor of the building. "Right there is 202, but you're out of luck, it’s vacant."

"Thank the Goddess!" Jenny exclaimed. "I was afraid I’d have a room mate." She gave a thumbs-up to the car and waved at the occupants, "Come on! Here it is!"

Then, turning back to Sharla, she continued in a rush. "Mommy and Daddy have to leave tomorrow and Aunt Sheila can’t come right now and even when she does come, she won't be able to stay all the time and that means I’ve got to move into the dormitory for the rest of the Summer Term and maybe have to stay in the dorm all next year, too." The too-classily-dressed-to-be-a-real-coed girl finally paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "How far is the room? This silly suit and these stupid heels are killing me, you know? And Goddess help me, I hope you don't think it was my idea to dress this way! I don't normally and God and Goddess, I can hardly wait to get out of them and into some comfy grungies." Once again it all came out almost as one long word.

Scarcely able to contain her mirth, Sharla had risen to her feet to take the other girl's hand and calm her a bit. She gave the new girl a hug and introduced herself, "Hey, it's kewl, Jennifer! I'm Sharla Winslowe, your new next door neighbor. I’m in room 204." Sharla was surprised she had to look up to meet Jenny’s eyes to offer assistance. Then she realized this was because Jenny was wearing such tall spike heels with outrageous platform soles. Barefoot they would be about the same height, Jenny maybe a half-inch shorter.

"Oh, please, call ME Jen, or Jenny! I hate Jennifer!"

Suddenly, Jenny grabbed her hand and towed Sharla to the curb and introduced the attractive gentleman, 'That's Dad," and the lady as, "That's Mom." Dad was lifting suitcases and garment bags out of the cavernous trunk. Dad looked up and flicked a wave. "Th’ name is Anthony, but call me Tony. And the good-looking one there," he acknowledged Mom with another casual wave, "is my wife, Prudence."

The woman looked at her husband sharply, though the expression of exasperation was lost as he dove back into the trunk. "Oh, I hate him when he does that. Please, call me Prue." She spoke with a slight accent and though familiar, Sharla couldn’t pinpoint it.

Suddenly Jenny dove into the back seat and began passing out a small mountain of assorted sizes and types of bags, backpacks, a carpetbag, and even two plastic trash bags. The girl then backed out of the car seat cuddling a much worn large teddy bear. "We will have to make another trip to get the books, computer, and maybe some furniture, but this is the really important stuff! You know, clothes and makeup?"

When Dad suggested that the ladies go up first to clear the trail and check out the property, Sharla grabbed three smaller bags that would be suitable for blocking open the fire doors. She also picked up a garment bag and two other bags. Jenny loaded herself like a pack mule while Mom hefted the two backpacks by their carry handles. Then she also followed Sharla's lead into the building. Anyone seeing the three would have assumed they were sisters rather than mother, daughter and new acquaintance. In addition, they would have sworn in a court of law they were all the most beautiful women they had ever seen.

The giggling trio dumped their cargo in the hall while Jenny located her purse and opened the door with the key. While Sharla and Mom dragged the pile of baggage into the room and stacked it in the center, Jenny pulled up one of the backpacks Mom had brought up, tossed it on the bed, instantly ripping it open and dumping the contents. It was almost unbelievable how quickly Jenny shed the business commando suit and was wearing sneaks, way-tight short-shorts, and an almost too-snug tank top without bra.

*******************

"Jenny has only been here a week, but I feel like she is almost a part of me." Sharla struck a silly "Playboy" pose before the mirror. She wondered briefly what the life of a Playboy Bunny would be like and imagined herself in the role. "Nah! Too flat fer a Bunny Bunnies have to have at least "D"s!"

"So now what's she do?" Sharla grinned a crooked grin at her reflection, and then said softly, speaking to the disheveled girl therein. "At lunch she tells me, in that silly way of rushing all her words together she has, 'My Aunt, Sheila Carstairs, you know, my mother’s sister, well, she’s gone and moved into our house, and so, for the foreseeable future, I'll be spending Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and maybe Sunday mornings--Goddess, there goes my social life--receiving special tutoring at home." The redhead gave herself a sour look as she sniffed the air. "I am going to miss her terribly every week."

******************

Jenny was really upset when she arrived at her first class Friday morning. The night before, she had actually performed real magic. She had drawn the circle exactly right, laid the perfect pentagram, prepared the altar with the correct candles, and invoked the proper demons, finally calling on the Goddess and God. She had asked for permission to use the Power. Then, after being granted permission, using The Power she had been able to clean the throw rug her Aunt had placed in the basement. Later she had practiced visualizing two more carpets in the house and cleaning them. She had been successful.

At breakfast with Aunt Sheila, Jenny, bubbling with enthusiasm, she had mentioned she could hardly wait to tell Sharla. Aunt Sheila had then really torn into Jenny, tooth and claw, it seemed like. Under no circumstances was Jenny to reveal her abilities to anyone outside the coven. Right now that was Mom and Aunt Sheila and Jenny. She was reassured that with practice in the different spells, she would gain proficiency and would learn a lot more. As her knowledge and experience increased Jenny would be initiated into the Second and then the Third Circles. And it was not until after she had be initated into the Second Circle that she would meet others of the coven. When Jenny reached the Third Circle, she would have the ability to know when and to whom she could reveal her powers.

By lunchtime, when she met Sharla at the Cafeteria, Jenny had organized herself to talk about her Aunt’s Domestic Tutoring, stressing only what she was doing, not how.

******************

 

*Part 8 A different type of Carpet Cleaner – Mikey*

Gathering herself together for a Saturday morning stint at the library, wearing only a scintillatingly sinful lime green thong, which set off her shimmering red-gold hair, Sharla had fumbled the delicate unicorn earring she'd been attempting to insert in the lower hole through her delicate twice-pierced lobe. It had fallen to the floor,bounced twice, and then had disappeared from view. Dropping to her knees, and then bending her head close to the carpet, she'd looked around, closely, for the first time since moving in.

"Ghak, if Jenny’s Aunt Sheila were to arrive and see this…" she had whined in consternation, "I'd be on her black list forever." Sharla quickly located the dropped earring. It had rolled under the vanity. There had been so many dust bunnies clinging to it when she dragged it out from under there that she had washed the whole earring in alcohol before putting it in her ear. There was dust everywhere and the carpet was tired. After crawling on hands and knees in the-who-knows-what that was actually laying on the surface of the supposedly clean carpet, she had felt positively filthy and hurried through a second shower. Like most of the "Summer Leap Ahead Coeds," Sharla opted for tennies, shorts, and tank, usually without bra, on the weekends.

Once at the Library, she had quickly finished her research and was waiting her turn at the computers, so she could type up and get a printout her of assignment. Somebody had left a reference folder on the table and without conscious thought, she picked it up began to idly read through it. While she browsed through a pamphlet, she realized it was actually a short dissertation on, of all things too coincidental, carpets and flooring. There was a series of pictures showing how the different types of carpets were fabricated and the problems caused by improper cleaning.

Once she got on the computer, she purposely ignored the softly murmured comments and blatant stares of two geeks boldly undressing her with their eyes. It didn’t take Sharla long to finish up the assignment. When she went to the service desk to pay for and collect her printout, she was told that the printers were temporarily off line because of network repairs. Since it would only be a few minutes, she elected to wait. This paper was due Monday morning.

While waiting, she went to the main entrance and was soon laughing at a woman chasing a small black poodle, maybe twice the size of her poodle doll, Mikey, around the room. "Come back here you nosey little pest!" called the woman. The poodle, with what looked for all the world like a contrite, if not a bit guilty grin on its lips, crawled out from under a bookshelf. The too-cute little poodle was covered with dust and lint balls from the tip of its nose to the tip of its tail. Even through light chuckles, Sharla, suddenly saw the potential answer to what could be a hair-raising situation should Jenny's Aunt Sheila sweep into the room sometime.

Maybe Mikey could be her Carpet Cleaner! She went back in the library and parked her perky self back at the table and picked up the brochure. Absently fingering though the pages, she visualized her little poodle doll running around her room, squeezing under and around the furniture, picking up the dust. Since this was needed to prevent a dirty situation, she made Mikey’s movements work to charge every hair on his body with static electricity; to attract and then soak up all dust, dirt, lint, and whatever else did not belong. Looking to possible obstacles, she visualized Mikey’s body as being something like a rubber "Stretch McKenzey" doll her brother Andrew had once owned, completely flexible so Mikey could squeeze under and around furniture.

While her mind continued deeper into the creation of "Mikey," Sharla absently re-opened the stack folder. An ad proclaimed "Good Carpet Care Requires Energy." It was for some sort of industrial carpet cleaner. But it seemed the line, "Good Carpet Care Requires Energy," was somehow directed at her for her to pay particular attention to. Yes, Mikey would need a lot of energy to do his main job. It was true. She could feel Mikey drawing energy from her. "No problem," she thought, "just turn his skin into an energy converter. Just gotta remember that his skin has to be just as stretchy and pliable as his body."

Tuning out the near-overwhelming, blatantly sexual, even nasty desires of a couple of "Jocks" sitting at the next table, deliberately turning her mind's focus to the problem of securing and providing energy, the shapely psionic concentrated on her previous creations, the Litter Getter in her book bag particularly. She could sense a barely-there, thin green line reaching down into the earth before dividing into thousands of tiny roots. There’s the energy, but Mikey will need some sort of storage. Connecting to the green cord of the Getter, using an image of a cute "li'l pink caterpillar/worm" she let herself burrow deep into the earth.

Eventually she found some little hexagonal crystals in white, yellow, pink, and green. The cord seemed to favor the green crystals. Sharla activated the converter in her Mikey and told it to send the energy to the crystal she was looking at. Absorbing just the dust in its hair and in the air immediately around it, Mikey sent a surge of green that completely loaded the little crystal. A lot of the energy was still around, so Sharla directed Mikey to send it to all the other green crystals. She connected a link from the crystal to Mikey and immediately sensed the stop of the energy draw from her. "Whew, a little dust makes a lot of energy. So, I just gotta get more 'n bigger storage." She mused for a bit and, then decided with a curt nod that caused her "they’re bigger'n-'A's" breasts to bob freely inside her tank.

"Hey," she chided herself, "If you've got The Power, you might as well use it, right?" She nodded briskly, again sending her breasts into wild motions.

Misty, in an anecdote, had explained to Christine how to duplicate and improve natural crystals. Sharla could not remember the long incantation written out in the book so she just said under her breath, "Abbarra Cadabbara, thus let it be, just as it must be, this great block of crystals that I see. Abbarra Cadabbarra, once! Abbarra Cadabbarra, twice! Abbarra Cadabbarra, thrice!" She visualized a gymnasium-sized stack of two-inch diameter hexagonal green crystals, each about eight inches long.

Whoosh! All of her energy left her in a sudden rush. She braced her arms on the table to keep from falling over. She checked behind the service desk. The technician seemed to be finishing what ever he was doing. The "jocks" had gone elsewhere, thankfully. The next instant she realized she was suddenly "dog tired" and needed a nap.

************

Sheila Carstairs wondered for the 7th time that morning, "What kind of incentive and reward can I come up with for Jenny. She is really concentrating and doing well in her basic exercises using the power."

Sheila suddenly froze and then slowly turned completely around in place before, just as suddenly, scrambling for her purse and the cell phone within. It rang as she opened it.

"Sheila, this is Janet! We’ve got a problem! The trainee has created tons of perfect emeralds."

"I know. I KNOW! I felt it, too," Sheila replied, in awe of the unknown trainee’s raw potential power. "I was concentrating on direction. It seemed to come from every active volcano in the world. What did you notice?"

"I felt the creation of a huge stock of perfect emeralds. I wish you could have gotten a better direction. As much energy as she just expended, she will probably be carted off to an emergency room the first time she moves."

*************

Sharla heard a muted "Oh Shit" from the technician working behind the desk. "It’s going to be a few more minutes," she thought. She decided to finish "Mikey the Carpet Cleaner," get her printout, and then go back to her room to get some sleep.

Through her mind's eye, she had Mikey collect some more dust, convert it to Green Energy, and send it to her Green Crystal Batteries. That worked, so she had Mikey stretch out on the carpet. The hairs on Mikey’s belly started sucking up and converting all the junk in the carpet, carpet backing, and pad. Other hairs were instructed to repair the pad, backing, and individual fibers of the carpet. She had other hairs capable of changing the color of the individual fibers but decided not to do that now. Better leave it that yucky Institutional Grey for now. Still slumped over the library table, she told Mikey to do his thing, Mikey ran around the room collecting and converting dust and dust bunnies. Sharla could clearly sense the river of Green Energy flowing to the crystals and the hair fine thread coming from the crystals to Mikey.

Mikey stretched out on the carpet in front of the door and started his main job. The river of energy became a torrent. Sharla reached out to gently touch the energy collecting in the crystals. A small green line connected Sharla to the crystals. She felt the infusion of energy.

Mikey was encountering difficulty. Dust mites were being pulled out of the carpet but, because they were alive, could not be absorbed or converted. Feeling much more alert, Sharla directed Mikey to send the mites to an empty closed glass jar she had set aside for loose change. Mikey seemed to purr and settled down to the slow process of cleaning the carpet, maybe a two inch wide strip at a time. With the poor shape of the carpet, he could only progress about a quarter inch a minute. Sharla took a long pull at her Green Thread before getting her printout and going to lunch.

"Huummm? Wonder if Naomi is around the cafeteria?" she mused as she left the Library Center.

 

*Part 9 Some Hair Zappers*

Sharla had been very happy to see Jenny late Sunday morning. It seemed that Aunt Sheila was very happy with Jenny’s progress in "Domestic Projects." As a result, Jenny was now allowed to invite Sharla to stay at Jenny’s house anytime Aunt Sheila was in town. Anytime that is except when Aunty Sheila scheduled "Domestic Projects Tutoring!"

Every chance the girls had, they were at Jenny’s. Sharla had even managed to get Naomi invited a couple of times. Jenny’s dad’s computer was hooked to the Internet and was a great timesaver on researching papers. Having a High Resolution printer was great too.

August was quickly passing. The End of Course tests had been going very well. Sharla and Jenny were taking a break at Jenny’s house. Aunt Sheila, who was down at the Mall or somewhere had suspended the tutoring because of the testing. Naomi had opted to go home for the weekend as, due to the quirks in the testing schedule, she had somehow come up with a classless Friday.

****************************.

Slowly settling her trim, deliciously curved body into the warm bubble bath, Sharla leaned back to enjoy a relaxing soak. A sibilant softly silent sigh slithered from between slightly parted lips. "The bath is one of the true blessings of womanhood," she thought, and leaned back to savor the sensations shivering throughout her. She could almost feel the bath oils working to soften her silky skin.

Indescribably feminine emotions cause her to tremble as she stroked her shapely thighs and calves. "Huummm. Guess I gotta shave that tacky stubble, huh?" she sighed softly, detesting the chore.

Lifting one long and shapely stem, the redhead gazed thoughtfully at the fine bristle marring its smoothness. "Huummm, I wonder if . . ." she asked of the reflection in the mirror at the head of the spacious tub. A blush crept up the neck of the girl in the tall mirror as Sharla imagined how it might feel if she allowed Kevin to explore her firm, womanly thighs. She had been surprised the first time she had taken a bath in the tub and seen her reflection there. The bath connected to the guest suite was simply luxurious in its sensual appointments.

"Maybe I could remove all that stubble permanently. It would be nice to never have to shave again." She smiled at the innocent redhead. A hand moved up to push back an errant lock of "Harvest Auburn" her friend Jenny named it. "Autumn leaves is more like it," she snorted, as the hand brushed locks so light red they looked almost golden in the light cast by the bath's overhead fixture. "Fudge! I get a different color every time I turn around!" Her hand moved back to stroke her leg. "Ghad, I just HATE shaving!"

"Electrolysis would be the ideal." Using The Power, as she now perceived her gift, she gripped a hair near her ankle, pulled it tight, and sent a small electric charge down to burn the roots. "Ouch!"

And then she pulled the hair out.

"Double Ouch! Now I know why it takes so many sessions." She visualized a little gizmo about the size shape and color of the little spot bandages kids used when they popped a zit too early. In the center she constructed the pull-zap-pull action. Immediately around that she put a pain blocker. Around the outside she put a ring of healing. She placed the almost real hair gizmo on some stubble on her calf. "Get rid of a hair, move on to another, and get rid of it and keep doing it." The thing stiffened and then spent almost a second wiggling and then stiffened again. She knew it was working.

"You can work best when you are underwater." She told her creation. Sure enough "Hair Gizmo" was moving a lot faster. Within a minute it had gone completely around her leg. She sat on the side of the tub and placed the gizmo on her big toe nail. "Ok, reproduce yourself, one for each limb. Another gizmo took shape on her other big toe. Kneeling again in the tub, she carefully ran the taps until the water was just touching her closely trimmed pubes. "Only zap hairs that are underwater." She told her gizmos and waited until they were both moving smoothly.

She flipped around and seated herself in the water. The Gizmos were busy on both of her feet. She had seen hair on her feet in the sunlight next to the pool, yesterday. "Got to give the Gizmos a chance to work," she thought as she relaxed her head against a pillow on the end of the tub. Languidly she added more water until everything below her chin was completely covered. "Might as well be comfortable while I’m waiting." She thought as she turned off the water.

"Sharla!" Jenny called out from the next room where she was working on her nails.

"Yeh, Jen," Sharla chuckled. "I'm still awake!" She had fallen asleep in the fabulous tub a couple of times before.

"Hehehe," the other girl giggled. "Yeah. Right! I know how you love to nap in my tub, but that was not what I was asking."

Sharla glanced up to see Jenny, in customary high-heeled mules, but in a white satiny thong and matching bra, standing in the door gazing at her, a strange, wistful, almost hopeful expression coloring her own very lovely features. "I was jus wondering."

"Spit it out, Jen," Sharla chuckled, noting her friend's hesitancy.

"Well . . ." A blush crept up the other girl's neck.

"Come on!"

"Doyuhthinktheguyswillwannatakeusouttothelookoutatthelake?" She asked, rushing the sentence so it all came out as a single word.

Giving her friend a deliberately innocent look, Sharla replied, "Gee, Jenny, I would think that their wanting to is a given. Whether or not we let them take us, is up to us."

Jenny nodded, her blush deepening.

"Oh, Jen! Come on, what's with you today?"

"Oh, Sharla, it's just that Karl and I have been going out for weeks, and I think I would like to let’im go a little farther than just a hug and a kiss." Wistfully.

"Just how far, Jen?" Sharla asked suddenly suspicious.

"Not THAT far!" Jen nearly shouted. "But…well…oh, well I was just thinking…and I thought maybe a little heavy petting . . . "

"I dunno, Jen. Sure, I like Kevin and all that, but I am not at all sure he is the light of my life…I mean…"

"Please, Sharla. Just a little fooling around is all. We don’t even have to let 'em inside our bra or panty!" she gushed aloud, but silently, to herself, she added. "But, if I'm not WEARING a bra . . . "

"Why are you asking me?"

Jenny shrugged and suddenly grinned softly. "Well, if we both agreed to go just so far and no more, then neither us nor the boys could think badly of us."

Sharla giggled, saw the logic in her friend's words, and had to agree it was sound. "Ha! Just a few minutes ago I was wonder what Kevin's hands would feel like on my legs." A giggle escaped her. "Okay, Jen. But I am not going to let it get further than outside my unders!" Her eyes sharpened, but her friend nodded briskly.

"'Kay, Sharla. Thanks for understanding." Even before the words were all said aloud, she was thinking, "And if I’m not wearing panties, either . . ."

Sharla sighed softly as the other girl turned back into her bedroom. "Ghad! What have I let myself in for?" She asked herself silently, then remembered that she herself had been think of allowing Kevin do the same but a few moments earlier. With a soft sigh of near eager resignation, she stood up in the tub and reached for the palm shower to rinse off the cooling bubble bath. As the spray washed away the soap, she noticed it was also washing away her body hair. ALL her body hair! A spasm of near panic surged through her as she saw her TOTALLY DENUDED Mount of Venus for the first time. "Oh ghad, what have I done?" She whimpered, realizing she had not specifically made the tiny gizmos bypass her pubic patch.

Then, catching sight of her reflection, she had second thoughts. "It actually looks kinda neat bald." Then she chuckled. "Better get used to it, girl. It is permanent, remember?" She ran a finger across her thigh. No stubble, "Thank you Gizmos, you did good, you can hide and rest now," she thought.

 

*Part 10 Hazy Missy Piggy and Scruffy Scrubber*

Just before the fall term began, Jenny was enthusiastic. She had managed to snag the big room on the third floor of Fulton Hall for Sharla and herself. The great thing about the room, besides having three floors of guys, was that on the left, or odd numbers side, instead of having two rooms, there was a television lounge and dayroom. It was also the only unrestricted smoking area in the building. In addition, ever since Aunt Sheila's startling revelations concerning her maturing and progressing into the inner circles, her need for a handy supply of the male strength was acute.

Aunt Sheila was very proud of Jenny’s progress. Jenny had mastered and worked with the basic household cleaning spells and no longer needed the support of the circle and altar to do the carpet, floor, walls, windows, and ceiling cleaning spells.

Though it was September, it was still quite warm and Jenny, wearing short-shorts and snug tank, hurried to their room in their new dorms as soon as she was able to get a key. Working with newly acquired confidence in manipulation of the proper spells, in just a matter of about a half hour, Jenny had the room and bathroom squeaky clean. She really wanted to show her use of The Force to Sharla, but Aunt Sheila had been very adamant.

"Practicing and Manipulating of The Force is good, but no one is to know you're a witch until you are at least initiated into the third circle."

Aunt Sheila had almost blasted Jenny when she used a Filter spell on the house smoke detectors to block her cigarette smoke out of the sensor chambers. The older witch had insisted Jenny balance her spell by putting an attraction for all combustion products other than just tobacco or tobacco papers.

Jenny was stuffing assignment materiel in her Book Bag. She had already filled a large Adidas with dirty clothes; she always took her laundry with her on Thursdays when she went home to participate in Aunt Sheila’s lessons. Fridays and Saturdays, when she normally had some free time she did her laundry and caught up her class assignments. Whenever Aunt Sheila decreed "No Visitors," like she had for this weekend, then Jenny needed her textbooks to keep from completely losing it. To top it all off, Karl was now pissed at her! He'd wanted her to go clubbing with him Saturday night and she'd had to decline. "Damn, I am so tempted to do as he wants! But I just know Mom and Aunt Sheila would freak if they found out I was screwing around!"

The stream of almost constant smoke rising from her desk ashtray, marking Jenny’s rebellion, mingled with the cloud of tobacco smoke rolling into the room from the overcrowded smoking lounge. The density of the hazardous fog finally became overwhelming and set Sharla to coughing. "What I need to do is get something like Mikey to pig out on the smoke and tar. " Sharla's big green eyes, normally bright and clear, were now clouded and red, nearly tearing from the almost billowing haze of smoke filling the room, unconsciously swept the room in search of a suitable vehicle for a smoke collector and filter.

On the shelf next to Mikey, her miniature poodle doll/carpet cleaner was "Missy Piggy." Her very first piggy bank had a place of pride among her collection. She was pretty scuffed up and faded, but what could one expect of a rubber piggy bank that had stuck through thick and thin with Sharla since she was five. "Yeah, you can grin now, Missy. You're so happy being fat and sassy with your belly full of pennies," she muttered with a quirky grin. "But you weren't grinning when I rescued you, all skin and bones from that pig-napping brother of mine were you?"

Hooking her book bag over her smooth shoulder, Jenny snubbed her cigarette and grabbed up her laundry bag. "Igotagetgoingnow, Sharla!" She waved briefly and was out the door and down the hall toward the stairway. She never took the elevator, preferred to leave it for the kids who really needed it. Her standard excuse always was, "Besides, I could stand to loose a couple of pounds!"

"Huummm, I wonder if semen has any calories?" She asked of herself as she sped out through the main door of the building.

Flicking a half-hearted wave toward the empty door, as it slowly swung shut, Sharla slid off the bed to sit on the floor with her back against the bed frame; the air was cleaner close to the floor. Stifling another fit of coughing, she remembered the Asbestos collector. Sinking deep into the problem, she realized that there was thousands of different substances mixed in the acrid smoke. She tried to make the collector attract them all. A solid bar formed from Piggy’s mouth and the room was clear of smoke. The bar extended to the door before Sharla stopped Piggy.

"Nope! Not that!" She thought as she quickly wriggled out the snug blue jeans she had worn, even though it was still a bit warm for the things. Heaving them toward the bed, she leaned back, now in tiger tank and tiger thong. "Now! May be I can THINK!" she snarled in muted tones.

"That bar’ll never do," she told herself. She tried to weaken the collector. The visible stream still formed. She spread the collector out over the rubbery skin. Piggy then quickly turned hazy as a small bluish cloud formed around her. Sharla cracked the door and checked out the Lounge. As she watched, the smoke cloud was clearly fading, but there was no indication of where it was going. Sharla locked the door, made herself comfortably naked and lay back on the bed, and concentrated on Hazy Piggy. "Eek. Ghak. Oooh." Piggy's skin was slimy and her pennies a sticky gob of dark goo inside. The tars and other gunk had been collected. Mikey suddenly jiggle-jumped and seemed to suggest an answer. Sharla made the Hazy Piggy’s skin into a converter to change the gunk into green energy and send the excess to the crystal battery. Hazy Piggy’s cloud shrank to silken shimmer next to her skin and then "Missy Piggy" seemed to sigh with relief. "Now Missy, you just gotta remember. No one can see that skin shimmer, and if anyone picks you up, your skin has to be clean, dry and sticky-free under their fingers. Okay?"

To Sharla's mild amazement, the piggy bank seemed to radiate happiness.

Sharla then set to and checked out her visualized green crystals. She could see a thread from each of the Litter Getters; the branch of red coral that was the home of the Water Swatters; the original collector, cleaner, spinner and loom; Mikey; and Hazy Piggy. Something blue was trying to squiggle in between the crystals. Sharla built a wall around the crystals that would only let her and her little friends in. "Shoo!" she said to the blue, chasing them away with a nonchalant wave. "Be gone!"

***********..

"Sheila, this is Janet. I’ve been in the circle for two days trying to locate that collection of emeralds. I thought I had found them. Then, suddenly, the probes were blocked and their spells dispersed."

A sigh of disappointment escaped Sheila. "No chance of gathering them and finding where they were?"

"Sheila, it’s like they never happened." The other woman sounded exasperated.

"What happened?"

"That's just it, Sheila," the level of her exasperation seemed to rise a little. "I don’t know what happened."

"Damn it! We gotta find her! She is already so powerful I'd hate to face her in conflict!"

"I know! I'll work up a new batch of probes. Wish I knew what is was that gives my probes away!"

"Okay, keep working at it. If she gains much more power . . ."

"I know! I KNOW!"

***********..

Two days of rain. Sharla had waited unsuccessfully in the Cafeteria for Jenny to come. Naomi had not shown either. Now the wind was gusting; Sharla was soaked as she pushed into the dorm. Mud was everywhere. It was true the school was trying to get the sidewalks replaced before winter made construction impossible, but every step around the dorms had to be through mud. Wooden walkways had been laid down between some of the busier buildings, but they didn’t help much. Sharla tried to kick some of the mud off her sneaks before going upstairs.

About half way up the second flight, her right foot landed in a particularly squishy spot and slipped sideways. She squealed and went down, grabbing the rail with her left hand even as her right knee landed hard on the dirty step with a splat. "Damn it! What does it take to get these floors and steps cleaned?" She muttered loudly as she recovered and started on up the stairs at a greatly reduced pace.

"An Act of Congress!" boomed a rich baritone voice from above.

A soft laugh escaped her. Looking up, she saw no one there. As she approached the top of the second flight of stairs, she noticed that against regulations the Fire Doors were blocked open. Then she heard a hiss and rumble from the girls’ wing. At the top of the stairs was a strip of clean linoleum, about two and a half feet wide. Sharla took off her soggy grimy sneaks before stepping onto the clean strip. Through the open door, she saw what resembled a miniature zamboni, but instead of grooming the ice on an arena floor, this monstrosity was cleaning a wide strip of flooring.

In their room, muddy tracks on the carpet gave mute evidence that Jenny had been in and was now gone. In the middle of Sharla’s desk was a note. Karl had landed two tickets to the concert in the Prairie Center Stadium for tonight. Jenny guessed they would be back after midnight and before three. "Huummm, she's sure spending a lot of time out with Karl and the guys lately."

Since Jenny was safely gone, Sharla lifted Mikey off the shelf and told him to do his thing, starting with the mud tracks in the center of the room. After a quick shower, carefully avoiding the Jenny’s muddy tracks, Sharla put on soft flannel pajamas and fluffy matching pink slippers. Donning a silver-grey robe with a pink rope belt, she found the TV lounge was empty. She also noticed that there was a dirty section in each doorway that the maintainer had not touched. A quick look down the stairwell showed that the stairs were still a wet mess.

Shaking her head ruefully, she again felt there should be something she could do. Her mind began to "whirr and click" as she moved back along the hall toward her door.

Back in the room, Sharla took off the robe and hung it, then grabbed up the bundle of mail Jenny had dropped on her desk. She flopped on the bed. Among the usual assortment of junk mail was an advertising brochure for floor maintenance equipment. "Another coincidence?" She asked herself as she started to read it closely. "Well, whoever is doing this is good. They always know just what I need, when I need it most!"

The brochure had been divided into four parts. The first three dealt with types of floors, wood, linoleum and other composition finishes, and hard finishes such as tile, terrazzo, and concrete. The fourth part was dedicated to the smaller contact machines needed to work on the narrow surface of stairs.

She was particularly drawn to an automated machine that was shaped something like a half beach ball. "Let’s see," she murmured to herself, as she got lost in the problem. "Three is a good number."

"Three brushes, three modes, hmmmm, it’ll have to be small to get into the doorways and do the stairs." In just seconds, Sharla was lost in a fog of concentration. As ideas formed into materiel, she had what looked like the floating heads of one of those three headed razors. "And at least one head'll hafta be open, so it can get right up against all the baseboards . . ." Looking for a housing for the rest of her invention, she spotted the collapsed tennis ball from her high school championship game. "Yeah, you’ll do just fine!" The scuffed florescent orange half sphere was just perfect.

"Now lessee . . . th' first thing it'll need is . . ." She started to assemble her invention. She needed some very small arms to reach into the corners with super miniature brushes. "It will also have to have . . ." Her Scruffy Scrubber needed some retractable arms to support it when doing the risers on the steps and to let itself up and down stairs.

The next step, putting on the correct finish or wax was a bugger.

Sharla cleared everything away from the corner where at one time there had been a built in cabinet or something. The original linoleum tile was still there. She connected Scruffy Scrubber to the Crystal Battery and set Scruffy to work on the linoleum.

In just a matter of seconds, Scruffy was packed. The little polishing wheels had turned to miniature chisels to cut through 14 layers of wax and then to become scrubbing brushes to clean the actual surface. In the corner of the basement Laundry Room, there was an empty 5-gallon wax pail. She had Scruffy put all the old, used up and dirty materiel she'd collected into the can.

Scruffy started "chirping" almost, while emitting waves of pleasure while slowly spinning and cleaning. All too soon, Sharla was faced with the question of where to get the wax to finish the newly cleaned floor. Scruffy knew what was needed so Sharla carefully separated a good-sized piece of the folded-in portion of Scruffy’s original Tennis ball body.

Sharla placed the miniature dome in the middle of the bottom of the Wax Pail as a sort of "re-generator" to produce whatever the bigger half needed. She then told Scruffy’s smaller half to quietly get whatever was needed from any nearby source and send what was needed back to the bigger half. Any materiel that could not be used was to be converted to green energy and sent to the Crystal Batteries.

Scruffy Scrubber was moving slowly along, leaving a two-inch wide path of brilliant polished linoleum behind her. "Scruffy, your sorter half has a lot of storage space, so if you would be happier doing all cleaning then sealing and polishing as separate operations, knock yourself out." She told the moving half tennis ball.

The ball started skimming rapidly over the floor. Sharla could sense a steady draw on the green thread connecting the two parts of Scruffy to the Green Energy Batteries. The Scrubber finished the first pass. The tile was a nondescript gray. After a second fast skimming pass, the tile looked like new. A third pass and it was shiny. It had taken Scruffy about ten minutes to make the first two inch by twenty-four inch strip. By only doing one thing at a time, The Scruffy Scrubber had finished the remaining twenty-two by twenty-four inch section in less than ten minutes.

"Girl, was that fun?" Sharla asked. A two part, warm contented feeling washed over her. "OK, go ahead and do the doorways and the stairs. Stay out of sight as much as possible. Have fun!" Sharla set The Scrubber in the hallway before calling it a night.

 

 

 

*********************************************
© 2002 by Christy Lake. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, compilation design) may printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without express written consent of the copyright holder.