The notion of gifted people vanishing during the CIAs secret MKUltra program certainly helped to keep me distracted.

The next morning I awake and I am already horny. I take a quick shower and a small breakfast, then I head to class. I even managed to grab a coffee before the first class. To be honest, the day was okay. I made it through classes and managed to make up for some of the things I missed the weeks before. Luckily I had my phone on silent, because I received several texts. When I checked I saw most of them were from Fittie. I didn't dare to open them on campus though. One message was from Ally. She was okay with meeting on Wednesday but said she would leave something in my letterbox I should open and study. I was intrigued. this wasn't like her at all. What on earth could be so important? I shared the last two classes with Leon, but ultimately I was done with my Monday at university and headed back home. I stopped at the letterbox. I opened it and found an envelope with my name on it. No address. No post stamp. This must have been form Ally. I felt kinda bad for pushing her off so I texted her: "Hey Ally, found it. I will have a look at it immediately." As was usual for Ally, no reply came.

I went up to my room, prepared a tea and opened the envelope. Enclosed Infound a letter and some photocopies. I took the letter in my hand and unfolded it. It was handwritten. The ink was of a weird aubergine colour. The letter had seen some Tea cups but the stains didn't mess up the writing.

Hey D,

I contacted my mom recently and asked her about her experiences with their... guru. You know? We talked about this. Well, She acted kinda weird and refused to talk to me about it, said I should just wait. A few days later I received a letter urging me to not speak about this topic on the phone. That is why I will not be sending any texts. You should really have a look at the pages I included as soon as possible. We can look through the rest together. Please be careful and burn the papers after you have read them.

Love and Peace

A.

Now that was weird and nothing like her. I pushed the papers in my bag and went upstairs. I prepared some tea and began reading. Apparently Ally's mother had sent her some sort of diary or notebook pages. Ally had fotocopies some pages and she had even blackened out some parts of the text as to why I didn't know. I read through the papers and had tried to research some of the stuff in there. The notes spoke of their guru being able to do incredible things but no details were accessible. Then the tone of the papers became more and more tense, frightened even. I had the impression to read through the ramblings of a conspiracy theorist of the 60s. MKUltra was mentioned, the secret research program conducted by the CIA to create a perfect truth serum and ultimately control people's minds. Rumor has it, the CIA aimed to create a telepathic super spy to crush Sowjet intelligence. LSD, Mescaline and other mind altering substances were used in the program. The program was active since 1953 up until well into the 1970s. Nowadays it is pretty well known by everyone taking an interest in the history of psychedelics. It was the inmarital child of the hell of the cold war and the golden age of psychedelics. It was officially shut down with the conclusion that the form of mind control the program was aiming to achieve was ultimately impossible. That was my knowledge and it seemed convincing up until actually a few months back...

But if the papers were authentic, that meant the program should have been a well kept secret then. How could Ally's mother know about the program and even name it correctly? I shuddered when I read about the guru disappearing under circumstances that had been blackened out just after he refused several offers of the CIA to work with them. My thoughts were racing. Questions filled my mind and I was terribly afraid at the moment. The CIA? MKUltra? That shit was decades ago, it was ancient history to me. How could any of this be real or even be of any significance today. My whole world was spinning. What the actual fuck! Was I in danger? Right now? I tried to sit down, clear my head, meditate but I couldn't calm down. I spread my senses. If there was anybody there, I would surely be able to perceive them, right? RIGHT? Would the CIA have agents trained in hiding from... People like me? Fuck I didn't even know exactly what I was.

Breath. Relax. Spread your senses. I closed my eyes and **** myself to breath calmly. I sensed People on the street. I sensed People in the house. With time I was able to identify them. Nothing out of the ordinary. I took a very large ashtray, Ally's papers and burned them. While they were still burning I recognised how shitty the idea was and opened the window of my room. In a tree next to me sat a large black bird, a crow watching me calmly. I watched the streets nothing suspicious. Except that FREAKING BIRD STARING AT ME! Breath. Relax. It's just a fucking crow. MKUltra is shut down. No one knows what you can do, except Fittie, Ally, Jaz, Joey was suspicious and I am not sure about Vanny... Breath. Relax. You're going to be fine.

It took me some time to come clear and even then, a certain kind of paranoia seemed to begin to manifest in me. When I had calmed down, I meditated and after that I was mich more chilled. My tea was cold and bitter so I poured it away and prepared a new pot. It was ready when Leon came home. He was carrying some books in an extra bag and a pile of fotocopies. Right behind him I noticed a small blonde who's distinct energy seemed to lighten up the whole room.

"Ah, Leon and if my eyes do not betray me you are in the blissful company of a certain Mrs. Liza Hewlett. Has your trip to the library been a fruitful one?" I tried to act normal. "Indeed it has. A very good evening to you, good sir." "Evening?" "Yes. That is the time of the day, when dusk crawls in and we keep up the habit of preparing a warm meal." I hadn't noticed how much time had passed. "I... I hadn't noticed. Sorry. Tea?" "Tea? At this time of day? You usually prefer a cold beverage this late. Is everything alright?" "I uh... I don't know. I feel... I'm good. I just got a little distracted is all." "I wouldn't mind a cup of tea." That was Liza. She looked at me her hand raised. Her soft brown eyes were wide open and her radiant smile reminded me about a promise I had made in my head to someone I held in high esteem.

I poured a cup of tea and handed it to Liza. She looked at me when she took it and I made sure, our hands touched when she took the cup. That brief moment I sapped her defences to make it easier for me to manipulate her into being a little more open. Through eye contact I entered her mind. Time in the physical world slowed down as I was drawn into a huge building, warmly lit with intricate ornaments on every wall. I entered a huge hall, edged by columns and round balcony's as the floors reached high above. Stairs lead from floor to floor until the roof which was a glass dome giving a wonderful view of the sky. The floors were adorned by alcoves showing paintings, music, books, architectural models, sculptures... She was an artist or at least someone fascinated by art. I was sincerely impressed but I was on the search for something entirely different. I wondered through the building searching for other halls like this but the other rooms were different. At least at some point my thoughts drew me in a certain direction and I found a room, dimly lit by candles. It was filled with works of art as well, but these had a different touch to them. They were erotic, even pornographic at times. I called upon her desires and and slowly the statues and paintings came to life. There were greek an Roman depictions of heroes and god's with small penises. I even came across a stone tablet explaining the cultural background of small and flaccid penises in ancient culture... Phew that girl was weird. I retreates black to my own mind for the time being and found both Leon and Liza staring at me. "You okay?" "What? Yeah, I'm fine. I was just struck by a thought. I uhh, I still need to prepare something for tomorrow, but that can wait." The three of us sat down on our old creaky couch and talked. I pretended to listen but I was more concerned with Liza. She was a good distraction and when I catches her eye, I entered her mind again.

This time I left the great hall in another direction and I found myself in a wonderful garden. This place too was full of statues hinting at story's or peace's of art. But I also found a section in the garden that seemed to be connected to her own body. Finally. Among hints at preferred styles of cooking and training exercises I found a place with statues of satyrs and nymphs. I thought about it: satyrs being wild drunkards and often depicted with exaggerated erections were the counterpart to the ancient heroes and their small penises. The ancient ideal of masculinity defined by moderation symbolised by the small flaccid penises. Then maybe she was putting her own sex drive away in this place for... Whatever reason. And the nymphs... They are known to be tied to a specific place. Thy could be an anchor for this, to keep everything in this place... I had to admit it was a wild guess, but I focused on the satyrs and the nymphs. Maybe I could bring them to life as I did with the other statues and indeed it worked. Slowly at first but it worked and it wasn't long before satyrs with giant cocks were chasing nymphs with delicate body's all over the place.

In greek mythology satyrs often tried to get nymphs and mortal woman to fuck with them, but often without success. Here I helped the satyrs with my powers. More and more creatures appeared and with a little help more and more satyrs were successful, impaling beautiful nymphs on their giant cocks. Nymphs screaming out in lust and joy. Nymphs kneeling before satyrs getting sprayed with huge amounts of cum. Nymphs kissing, cum swapping. Smearing each other. Satyrs licking at nymphs' pussies. Nymphs squirting. As soon as I found out, how to do it, I had a whole orgy of satyrs and nymphs going on and soon I felt Liza showing up in this part of the garden. She tried to bring order back onto this orgasmic chaos but it was too late. I focused and appeared to her as the great god Pan himself. I sat down near her and played the flute to the orgasmic scene while winking at her. When I had catched her attention I whispered in her ears about how the satyrs must run free once in a while. That they represent a part of the natural world one should be able to enjoy and once she opened up to me, I planted ideas in her head. Then I pulled back.

Back on the couch I noticed Liza's cheeks reddening. She appeared distracted, so I helped the conversation to get along until I had finished my cup of tea. Then I stood up, grabbed a book from my room and said, "okay guys. As I said, there something I need to prepare for tomorrow but I'll also need to clear my head so, I'll take my leave. Liza, it has been a pleasure as always. Leon, we'll catch up later. A most enjoyable evening I wish to you both." Then I left the flat and went to bar I liked to read through some of Lovecraft's work and have a drink or two. I needed to get some sleep for tomorrow. First I had classes, then there was Jaz coming over...