Secret Thought

Jono walked down the school's halls absent mindedly glancing at the occasional suit of armor or painting trying to find out where he was going and why things seems oddly out of place. 'Ok Jono explain to me why things seem familiar an so ruddy twisted' Jono thought to himself. 'For that matter why am I here and where am I going.'

Jono continued to walk down the eerily familiar hall. Noting that the scene was taking on a more familiar look. 'Ok this looks like the hall in the girls dormitory. Maybe I am going to visit Paige or something' he thought before dismissing the though completely and vowing to stop watching those weird American show jubilee and Angelo seen fond of. Coming to a stop at a door he turned to knob and found himself surround in blackness except for a bed sitting in the middle of the non-room. He approached the bed and noticed it was a simple queen sized bed with off-white silk sheets.

Soft hands caressed his side as they circled around and hugged his chest. The warmth of another's naked body began to heat his skin as they pressed against his naked body. "Hello Jono" a sultry yet familiar voice breathed into his ear.

"Bloody 'ell Monet Wot the 'ell do you thing your doing?!!" said as he whirl around to seen Monet St Croix standing there dressed in a pair of green pajama shorts and matching button-up top.

"Just saying 'hello'. That is the customary greeting is it not," Monet stated calmly, standing with a hand on her hip.

"All right M what is going on? Where are we and what is your part in us being here, and don't bother denying it because no one is that big a fool" Jono ranted taking a better look around.

"To answer your questions we are in our minds. A plane of existence composted of equally your thoughts and memories and mine. As for what we are doing here I brought us here to deal with some of our mutual frustration and problem."

"Yer not making much sense Monet what problems are you talking about?"

"I am talking about all those secret thoughts you project when you think no one is around to pick up on them. You know what I am talking about. Fantasies, immoral thoughts, and other typical hormone driven images you unconsciously project during all hours of the day and night."

As she spoke scenes appeared around them. To the left Jubilee standing in the showers in the girls locker room. Water running down her form, streaming down the valley of her firm breast down between her legs where her hand fingered herself as she looked into his eyes. To the right, Paige standing in her dorm room wearing a large nigh transparent nightshirt beckoning a phantom Jono onto the bed. In the center stood a scene of Monet riding Jono on the very bed that stood in the middle of the non-room. Jono recognized most of these images as scenes from his own thoughts and dreams.

"I don't like people snooping around in me head Monet" Jono snapped as irritation at the intrusion grew within him.

Monet gave him an 'as if' look, "Who needed to snoop? You have been projecting the thoughts all night almost every night for months. It is making it nearly impossible for those with any telepathic abilities to sleep."

"Really, then why are you bringing this up instead of Frost?" Jono asked feeling that he had caught his teammate in a pinch.

"I have brought this up with miss Frost earlier. She stated that she little problem with your habit and suggested that if I had such a problem I should take it up with you. Frankly I think she just derives some voyeuristic enjoyment from your thoughts."

"Wouldn't be surprised," snorted Jono." So what's the deal?"

"Simple. You have woefully neglected your telepathic talents due to your preoccupation with your appearance. Consider this a crash course in telepathic chicanery. Since you can't seem to distract yourself from sexual thoughts and fantasies then the fastest way to eliminate them from me thoughts is to restrict them to a minimal of persons."

"Hold on a bloody second is sounds like you talking about getting my jollies be invading and screwing with others minds."

"That is essentially what I am talking about. Although I do not condone molesting other against their will. I will simply show you how to suggest a scenario or view an already existing one and allow both parties to accept or reject the actions. In simple terms them must be willing on some level to participate in the fantasy. In addition, you should have enough telepathic understand to affect your appearance in this realities" With that being said Monet touch Jono's head.

Jono felt as if an entire semester of telepathic instruction was being crammed into his skull via his forehead. A flood of telepathic instruction that he had ignored during his classes with Miss Frost crashed into is mind. Techniques for slipping by psi-barriers and natural defenses floated across Frost's own unique telepathic code of conduct and settled next to the ramification of telepathic trauma. As the telepathic refresher course settled Jono found his consciousness standing in the non-room in front of Monet.

"Fini. You should be aware of enough telepathic knowledge and skill to allow you to deal with your impulses without disturbing other telepaths" Monet said with a slight curve on the corner of her well-formed lips.

"Assuming, an that's a big assumption, that I perverted enough to go browsing through the team's thought for my personal jollies what and I still doing here," question Jono looking around the room until his eyes settled on nude Monet who he noticed had a devilish and sultry smile on her face.

"Simple. As you have disrupted my rest by imposing your tensions upon me you are obligated to relieve those tension."