Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 37

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 37

I can feel my cheeks burning, but he’s spotted
someone else, and goes off to greet them with
another loud bellow. Ever the gracious host.
“What did he say?” Stephanie asks.

I debate on telling her, but after what we’ve
already done, and as forward as she’s been, I see
no reason to hide it.
“He says we are free to use
one of the bedrooms if we want.” Well I’m not
going to tell her I can put people to sleep, now
am I?

I see her cheeks color slightly, which surprises
me. Wasn’t it her that has been the forward one?

I take a sip of my beer, as I look around. The
place is crowded with a lot of faces I don’t
recognize. Those I do know are mostly jocks and
their girlfriends; not my usual geek crowd.

I spot Dennis over by a beer pong table, and go
to chat with him. My roommate is chatting with
an attractive platinum blonde, while cheers goes
up at the table as the ping pong ball lands in a
beer filled cup.
“Nick, this is Linda, Bent’s sister. Linda this is
—“ Dennis starts to introduce us, but Linda
cuts him off.
“I know who Nick is. He is all the talk of the
school right now, and I share a class with
Stacy twice a week.”
“This is Stephanie,” I say, wondering what is being
said about me on campus.
“Is it? I’m sorry, I can’t keep you two straight,”
Linda smiles at us, and I can’t help but notice
that her teeth are incredibly white.
“Who let the trash inside?” The snide voice sounds
right behind me, and I give a small groan. Dan
is the last person I want to deal with right now.

My first instinct is to put the bully to sleep with
one of his switches, but I remember what Bent
had said, and realize that this is a bit too public for
such a display.
“I dunno, but I’m willing to take him out, if I have
to,” I tell the bully as I turn around. For just a
moment I see fear in the bigger man’s eyes. I’m
well rested from using my switches, though still
a little tired from Vage’s white light, and don’t fear
this person.
“Ha, I’m just messing with ya, dweeb. Dan told
me to play nice, so I’ll play nice.” His words says
one thing, his tone another. “Tell you what.

Why
don’t we play a friendly game of beer pong?”
I almost have to laugh. Sure, I’m a light weight
when it comes to alcohol (I’d barely even sipped
my Origin), but my switches will be able to help
me out somehow. I also reason that he wants to
stay away from me physically, which only
serves to bolster my ego.
“Why not?” I say, shrugging, and trying to hide
the smile I feel inside.

Linda leans over and quickly whispers in my
ear,
“Don’t do this. He plays all the time, and
never loses.”

I nod my head, but I’d already made another
switch in Dan. The bully starts yelling for
everyone to gather around, and watch while he
beats the dweeb at beer pong. My smile grows
bigger. This time I want an audience to witness
his humiliation.
“Have you ever played beer pong?” Dan asks,
and I shake my head to the negative. His grin
grows predatory, and I don’t have to read minds
to know he now sees me as easy meat. Dan
explains the rules, then asks,
“Six or ten?” and I
see Linda mouth ‘six’, while Stephanie snuggles
closer to me.
“Are you sure about this? You don’t have to
impress me.” I’m touched that Stephanie is
concerned about me, but hold up both hands,
showing Dan all ten fingers.

Dan gives a nasty laugh, and the cups are set
up in a triangle.
“Here,” he says as he tosses me
the small white ball, “beginners go first. I don’t
want it said that I didn’t give you every chance to
win, but a fire alarm isn’t going to save you this
time.”
The first shot is always the easiest, and it lands in
the middle of the third row. Dan grimaces, but
downs the beer quickly. He takes his aim, and I
don’t interfere on this shot. It lands in my first
cup. I give the man a big smile, and down my
switch-made non-alcoholic beer, some of it
dribbling around my mouth.

My second shot hits a couple rims, and then
bounces away. The crowd ooh’s. I try to make a
switch to move the ball in the right direction, but
the switch refuses form. Maybe I’m forming
them wrong. . . I start to get a little worried.

I flip Dan’s newest switch right before his shot,
his ball goes wide, and he has to catch his
balance on the edge of the table, his equilibrium
suddenly lost. The crowd around the table gasps
in shock, and I return his balance.
“How much have you had to drink?” I ask,
making the beer in his cups doubly potent with alcohol..

Dan shakes himself and glares at me as I make
my next shot.