TT Ch. 01: Stealing Gold and Silver

Copyright 2020 by Limnophile

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This the first of my short story series "Terrible Telepaths", "Stealing Gold and Silver".

CAUTION - This story is intended to be shocking and a little disturbing, not erotic. If you're looking for hot romance, this is not it. You probably shouldn't eat or drink while reading this.

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Tim - age 19

My girlfriend Tracy was about to break up with me. She had a job and I didn't. I got financial aid for rent and my college expenses, but she was tired of paying for everything else. "I'll give you one more month, Tim. If you can't start paying for things in a month, I'm done with your lazy, worthless, broke ass!"

I didn't think I should have to get a job at only 19, but I'd do it to make her happy. On the way home from class, I was thinking hard about money, and how I'd get a job. I had a feeling I should look to my left. I saw an old ice cream pail upside-down in the weeds in a vacant lot. I felt I should look in the bucket. I flipped it over, and found a $5 bill!

Five bucks. Slightly helpful, but far from a jackpot. If I could find more...

I kept concentrating, and felt I should stop on the 5th floor of our apartment building. My girlfriend and I lived on the 8th, but I figured 'why not'. I looked around and saw several people visiting their elderly relatives. No money there. But wait, I saw a lady's purse near a door. She was on the other side of the apartment doing something with an old woman. I peeked in the purse and saw cash! I grabbed $50 and quietly walked off. Easy money! Yes!

I walked around searching and trying to find any money I could. After three days, I found another dollar. I prayed, I meditated, I tried everything I saw about Jedis in the movies. I found a quarter on the sidewalk, then a week of nothing. Nada. I'd need to work.

I realized with all the old people in the building, a lot of them would need visiting caretakers. I heard the elderly had to pay a lot for them. I investigated and discovered I would only need to take one extra class for a month. I took Tracy on a cheap date and explained that I'd have a job soon. She was skeptical but stayed with me for the time being.

When I got certified and hired part-time, my first assignment was the old lady Edith, in the room I took the fifty bucks from. I visited for only 15 minutes and made a cool ten dollars, $40 an hour. Tracy and most of my friends made less than half that!

The old lady said she didn't like me, and I didn't get assigned to her anymore. I didn't really like the cranky old bat either. I wasn't worried, there were nine more patients in the building, and dozens within a few blocks.

Things were looking up. I only worked 10 hours after school each week and made over $300! After a few weeks, I got tired from lack of sleep, or something, but Tracy was still with me, and I had some money. Not as much as I expected, but a lot more than I had before. One morning I woke up with a couple of gray hairs in my mouth. My girlfriend was a brunette, not a platinum-blonde, so I thought that was very strange. At that moment, Tracy's hand entering my shorts was much more important, so I didn't worry about it.

It still seems that I'm a lot luckier than my friends, and find things much more often than they do, maybe once a week or so. I found a lottery ticket worth a hundred dollars once! I'm thankful for what I think of as my psychic power to locate money. It helps, but I still need to work.

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Ernest - age 66

I didn't really want to move, but my son explained I needed to reduce expenses. I'd have to share an apartment with his wife's grandmother, Edith. I hadn't met her, but she sounded like a horrible old battle-axe. They told me she was 107! A hundred and seven! That's practically a zombie! Just bury her already! I guess that's mean, and I shouldn't say that.

They let me talk to Edith over the phone before I finally agreed. It was one very strange conversation. My son handed me the phone, and said he'd be back in half an hour. "Hello? This is Ernest, is anybody there?"

The voice of a crabby old woman responded, "Of course! What kind of moron do you think my granddaughter is, that she can't do a phone call?"

"No, I was just making sure you were there. Like I said, I'm Ernest. I was an auto mechanic for 40 years. I'd like to get to know you, before I move in with you."

Her response nearly sent me into a heart attack. "I'm a witch, and I started whoring three years ago; but don't you think it's a little sudden to move in with a lady without even a first date?"

"YOU WHAT?"

"I only have five customers, but they're all good lookin'. Most nights at least one of them pays me."

"Um... so the first time somebody paid you for sex, you were 104? Uh... that sounds interesting." I thought she was very weird, maybe even out of her mind, but at least she wouldn't be boring.

"If you don't believe me, come over and watch. I'll bet my ceramic cats against your beer steins it's true, even the Rodenmeister one your son didn't tell you he broke."

"Pardon me if I'm being indelicate, but don't health problems make it difficult for you to... you know..."

"You wanna know how I can still fuck at 107? Well, I don't fuck. They pay to lick me."

She was obviously loony. I said, "Wow! Well, thanks for the nice chat, Edith. I'll talk to my son and see you soon."

I had a sudden realization and wondered, 'How the hell did she know I collect beer steins? And what's she talking about? My Roden Meisterhaus was never broken.'

I looked at it carefully with a magnifying glass. I noticed it had several fine cracks in it. Somebody had glued it back together!

I wondered, 'But witches aren't real? Right?'

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Myra - age 26

I wake up tired most mornings, and my husband complains that I sleepwalk. Isn't waking up tired normal? Nothing bad ever happens, so I don't worry about it. I worry a lot about money though. I make decent money taking care of the elderly, but I'm always short at rent time and bill time.

After another typical day, typical dinner, and typical boring sex, I went to sleep worrying about money again. I dreamed about money, and how I'd get it.

I had a clever scheme. I'd bribe a guard so I could enter a gold mine, then gather up all I could find. I knew a great spot that always produced gold, and silver most of the time too!

I paid the guard $100 to look the other way as I snuck in. I didn't have to walk very far and there it was! The magic rock! All I had to do was kiss it, and gold and silver would pour out!

I got my mining pan and put it under the hole in the rock. I eagerly rubbed my hands together, saying; "Please! Gold and silver! Please!" I kissed it lightly, but nothing. I kissed the magic rock several more times. Sometimes it just took awhile. I kissed it again, then licked, then started sucking. The rock shook a moment, then half a minute later I saw silver coming out the bottom opening! And there was gold pouring out the top again! The gold was shiny, as always. The silver was tarnished, and dark brown, but it was silver!

I waited for it to finish pouring out, and very carefully carried the mining pan to the separator. I gingerly poured it in to avoid any spills and closed the lid. I happily flipped the lever on the side to start it. I heard water gurgling, as the curvy white machine did its work. In the morning it would be finished, and I'd be rich! I went back to my bed.

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Edith - age 107

I'm not really a 'Pagan, tree worshiping, dance naked in the moonlight' witch, but I have some tricks. You might call it telepathy, illusions, or mind control. Close enough. I have my morals, and only manipulate caretakers that have stolen from me or my family. I charge them the same amount they took from us.

After the little thief Myra paid me $100, gave me a nice orgasm, and changed my bedpan, I told the young whippersnapper; "See, Ernie. She paid to lick me. I told ya!"

He was shocked. "WOW! That's amazing!"

I felt another annoying little thief getting close. I asked Ernie, "Since you can't be a mechanic anymore, do you want to be a prostitute too?"

"WHAT?"

"I can feel another one is on her way. Do you want some money to get a blowjob, and a free bedpan change?"

After two hundred bucks and three blowjobs from young thieves, finally Ernie believes I'm a witch.

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