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Chapter 20

“Okay, here’s the first pairing. Me ‘n’ Jeremy won’t switch ‘cuz we won’t be with you when you take over the mentors. Simon will be with Lynette; Harry and Roberta; and Tom and Julie. Let’s move in front of your partner and look at each other; look into their eyes. Now put your hands up like you’re playing patty-cake, palms forward, and connect your hands to your partner’s. Press palms together and look into each other’s eyes and try to connect on a spiritual level.”

Tom followed Amelia’s instructions, testing his feelings to see if he sensed any anxiety.

Wow, there isn’t any, really, he mused silently.

He noticed, to his surprise, that Julie’s hands were almost as long as his, but her fingers were somewhat thinner; the tips of her long slim fingers almost reached to his own fingertips. As he stared into Julie’s eyes, he felt a surge of warmth flow through him.

Where the hell did that come from? he thought. As he looked into Julie’s eyes, he started to feel as if he was being drawn into them and was suddenly filled with awe for the feeling of affection which began to envelop him. Is that from Julie? he wondered. It was a stunning feeling, a different kind of love from what he felt with Lynette. But then he felt a pang of doubt about what he was doing. Am I betraying Lynette somehow?

Then his thoughts were interrupted by Amelia.

“Okay now, we’ll all close our eyes and then everyone, take the palm of your right hand and place it on the middle of your partner’s chest while you place your left palm just above his or her belly-button,” Amelia said in a hushed voice. “Try to continue making a connection with your partner now without using your eyes. Use the physical connection your bodies are making; try to project your energies to your partners through your hands.”

Tom hesitated. This was a way more intimate contact and his thoughts flew back to that other time with Julie, during that aborted Avery session.

Hmmm, maybe this is why Amelia paired me with Julie, he speculated.

The pressure of Julie’s hands on his bare skin shook him out of his reverie. With their touch, he felt a surge of something—not of sexual energy, he noticed, but still one of a connection, and it definitely felt like a connection to Julie. He moved his own right hand to Julie’s chest, over the bra’s fabric between her breasts, and could immediately feel the strong, rhythmic pulsing of her heartbeat. Then he became aware of the softness of the skin of her cleavage under her bra and he flushed in embarrassment, so he moved his hand up just a bit, away from her cleavage. Meanwhile, under his left palm he felt the silky smoothness of her upper abdomen. It moved slightly as she breathed. His mind was whirling. He felt Julie’s aura, yes, but there was another presence somewhere in his sensations too, and it felt somehow strong, reassuring, and soothing.

“Feel your partner’s energies; project yours out,” Amelia intoned.

As Tom sunk into a meditative reverie, trying to follow Amelia’s directions, he became aware of Julie’s scent, so different from Lynette’s. Again the feeling of warmth and... was it affection? ... love? ... intimate connection? flowed over him as he sensed Julie’s soft touch on his skin, her lower hand rising and falling slightly as he slowly breathed, while the hand on his chest pressed firmly into his body, seeking for the rhythmic pulsing of his heart. Tom felt a closeness then, a desire to take his partner into an embrace, but felt restrained somehow. It seemed to him that that particular feeling was coming from outside him, it felt so familiar—and then he realized that it was Lynette he actually wanted to embrace, not Julie.

“Sense your partner’s breathing,” Amelia whispered, “and breathe together.”

Julie moved in very close to Tom then, so that her body and his were almost touching; their bodies were only held apart by their hands and arms, which were crushed between their bodies. Now Tom could feel Julie’s breathing as well as hear it and he matched his own breathing with hers. He felt lost in a sea of emotions and sensations—not only physical ones, but psychic and spiritual ones, and it seemed that he could almost sense other presences too in addition to Lynette’s. Julie’s was there, certainly; her aura was very powerful. There was a scent of lavender—Wow, that’s Amelia! he realized. And powerfully flowing over him came a wave of sheer, absolute love and adoration which almost made his knees buckle. His penis instantly rose into a full erection as he suddenly recalled how he felt when he and Lynette were making love.

Shit, that emotional wave must have come from her! he thought.

She and Simon were standing right next to him and Julie.

Tom tried to refocus on Julie’s breathing and again became lost in the sea of emotions swirling around him and gradually his erection ebbed.

“Now embrace your partner. Hold each other tightly, cheeks close as you can, while you keep breathing together. Try to connect your senses spiritually.”

Julie moved her arms around Tom and pulled herself close to him, while Tom dropped his arms to his side for a brief second in confusion. Julie was tall, about five feet-ten inches tall, and had snaked her arms around the back of Tom at his chest level; with a bit of a shudder, Tom wrapped his arms around Julie’s shoulders. Their bodies pressed together and Tom got his breathing back into sync with Julie’s. Tom felt the pressure of her bra-covered breasts and erect nipples against his chest but then became aware of the pressure of her belly against his partially erect penis and suddenly his entire consciousness became relocated to his groin. Slowly but inevitably, blood started to flow into his penis and it started pushing back against Julie’s belly.

She rubbed against him there as she giggled and whispered, “This is a far cry from last time, Tom.”

He tried to pull his hips back. “Shit... so sorry...”

“No, it’s good,” she responded and pulled herself back into him. “Let’s keep connecting. You’re doing just fantastic, this is brilliant, you’re really getting into it.”

Tom renewed his embrace of Julie and began dropping all conscious thoughts to concentrate on his meditative breathing as he tried feeling for her energies. Soon he was again drifting in a sea of psychic sensations and as he drifted, he again became aware of what seemed to be other presences in the room. The strongest was Lynette’s overwhelming presence; he could feel the love flowing from her and somehow he could sense that the emotion was directed at him and not at Simon, her current partner. But he realized that he sensed Julie too, at a different level of both intensity and emotion. Her feeling toward him seemed to reflect a ... respect? ... admiration? Tom couldn’t quite make out Julie’s emotional connection to him, but he sensed that one was there.

All too soon, Amelia called for their attention.

“Okay, that looked like everyone enjoyed it. Right?”

There was a lot of giggling in response and then chuckling as Roberta lightly slapped Harry, saying, “Cut that out, pervert!”

“Now like the Avery sessions, we get to do a partner swap,” Amelia announced.

Sighs from the group.

“Yeah. It’s simple, your new partner is who you haven’t been with yet. So Simon partners with Julie now; just like that. We’ll start like the first time, with patty-cake hands,” Amelia instructed.

She led them through the exercise again and Tom found that this time he felt much more at ease; any of his lingering anxiety had disappeared. He noticed, however, that he had more difficulty making a connection to Roberta than he had to Julie. He couldn’t sense Roberta as strongly as he was able to do with Julie, yet he could still feel Lynette’s presence very powerfully. At one point, an emotional surge hit him which pumped up his penis; his body responded with a powerful jolt of sensation like sparks behind his closed eyelids. It occurred during his embrace with Roberta and she felt it too because she mashed herself against the rod pressing against her belly and pulled her head back to look into Tom’s eyes, as he stared back at her in dismay.

“Whoa, stud. Nice one,” she smirked. “I like that. Don’t worry, I felt Lynette’s broadcast too,” she whispered.

“Um, sorry...” Tom apologized as he blushed furiously, breaking contact with her.

Amelia was grinning broadly. “That was brill,” she gushed, “did you all feel it? I think Denise may have a competitor. Lynette, you’re a emotional broadcaster, almost as strong as Denise.”

Lynette looked around in confusion. “What do you mean? What did I do?”

Amelia smiled at her. “I could sense you in the first round. You let go with a burst of energy. But this time, wow, that was pretty impressive. And I think I sensed an answering response from Tom too. It felt like his aura.”

“But what was it...?” Lynette asked, confused.

“You projected a strong emotional pulse, girlfriend,” Amelia told her. “Denise could do that, and her broadcasts could be so strong that she could make guys orgasm around her. Well, almost,” she smirked. “Kevin told us that she did it to him once or twice. He came without her touching him. Happened to others too.”

“Oh god...” Lynette said, burying her face in her hands. “I can’t believe you said that.”

Jeremy snorted. “The first time me ‘n’ Amelia—err... is it okay I tell them, darling?”

Amelia nodded, grinning.

“Yeah. Kevin ‘n’ Denise were trying out stuff that they thought could be used in a version of the Avery Program that they were gonna propose to the school but they got way carried away...”

Amelia sniggered, “Way, WAY carried away...”

“Yes, dear. They got carried away ‘cause our innocent, demure Amelia persuaded them to show us some tantric massage stuff that Denise had mentioned they had done...”

“Jeremy!” Amelia pouted. “That’s too much information!”

“Heh. Yeah, you were the reason they got so carried away with that first session we did, dear. Well, one thing led to another and soon me ‘n’ Amelia were shaggin’ and Denise and Kevin were doin’ it too. Amelia ‘n’ me had a real nice cum; it was our first, and then I got soft. I was bloody tuckered. That’s when Kevin must’ve got Denise off big time, ‘cause suddenly I got hit with such a blast of lust comin’ off her that I suddenly got hard as a cricket bat and...”

Amelia snickered. “He he. Yeah, we did it again. It was even better the second time.”

“So that’s how I know how strong Denise was in projecting her lust. That wasn’t the only time I felt her do that, too,” Jeremy chuckled. “And that’s how I know what she could do—and I felt something like it from Lynette just before.” He looked at the others who were listening open-mouthed. “You blokes feel it too?”

Simon nodded. “Oh yeah. I partnered with her first. She was like a ball of energy. But damn, it seemed like her attention wasn’t concentrated at me; it seemed more like it was a bubble around us. I wonder what it would have felt like if I were her target...”

Roberta punched his arm. “Dream on, you berk.”

“I felt it too,” Harry mused. “I wondered... suddenly I felt... erm, stimulated, but Roberta and I weren’t doing anything at that point... that... would have... oh, I’d better stop,” he said as he noticed Julie’s expression.

“Damn,” Lynette moaned, “now you’ll think I’m a slut...”

Amelia grabbed her hands. “Oh, NO, no we won’t! No, girlfriend, it looks like you’re a lot more like Denise than I ever realized... empathically, anyway. I think you had it bottled up and kept it directed at Tom. As a protective device, like you were shielding him somehow. Yeah, as I recall, seems you two were never far apart for long. Anyway. Change of subject. Now we should try our little exercise with our regular partners and see what differences may happen. Then we’ll discuss what we felt.”

The group repeated the sequence of hands on bodies and meditation by couples and that’s when Tom felt the full force of Lynette’s aura directed right at him. As soon as her hand touched his abdomen, Tom grunted and his penis sprang up like a spike, and in response, Lynette gasped as his hand touched her belly. All around the room, people groaned and six pairs of eyes zeroed in on the siblings. Tom and Lynette had fallen into a tight embrace and just let their love for each other flow in waves over them.

“Oh bloody hell,” Jeremy gasped as he broke his embrace with Amelia and the other couples released each other too. “They’re both doin’ it now.”

“Yeah,” Amelia agreed. “Almost like they’re amplifying each other. Awesome.”

Then Lynette noticed the others looking at Tom and her and she pulled back from him.

“What...?” she started, confused. “Why’d you all stop?”

“Ha,” Harry snorted. “If you blokes had kept that up, I’d have to rip off Julie’s undies and start shaggin’ her right here. Wow, I never felt anything so intense...”

The others agreed.

“Well, I think we’ve found out that our friends are a psychic dynamo together,” Amelia breathed. “I’ve only felt something that strong from Denise.”

“Absolutely,” Jeremy agreed. “It does seem like the two of them sort of melded together there.”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked. “I think that I kind of got lost in sensations when I was touching Lynette.”

“Yeah, and you must have let go of your mental inhibitions and that let your emotions just flow,” Amelia told him. “Lynette responded to that and I guess you built up on each other. What’s that called, darling, when a mike squawks?”

“Audio feedback,” Jeremy answered. “A feedback loop.”

Amelia nodded. “So looks like you two can project your feelings. Kevin told us how we can try to control that ability; using meditation, get in touch with your body and its energy flows. It’s not easy to learn and I’m still workin’ at it. I can get some success by focusing on a person or group and thinking an emotional picture at them. Say if I want them to feel happy, I’ll imagine a litter of kittens playing and try to send that picture.”

Julie spoke up. “I noticed that Tom is completely unlike when I tried to work with him as a mentor last fall. Tom, do you feel the difference between what happened then and now?”

Tom shrugged. “Well, I’m guessing you don’t mean that girl I was first paired with...”

Julie shook her head no. “No, with me.”

“Oh. Um, I don’t know, maybe it’s because I feel surrounded by all this positive energy and Lynette seems so... confident and supportive. That time with you felt... mmmm... don’t know... artificial? Maybe manipulated, I guess. And Lynette was hovering so protectively. She seemed kinda hostile to the whole idea.”

Lynette interrupted. “Tom seemed so upset and uncomfortable and that made me concerned for him. I guess I’m guilty of being kinda overprotective ‘cause I hated it when he’d get those panic attacks.”

She had to stop to briefly tell the others about why Tom got the attacks.

“So now you know,” she concluded. “It explains a lot of things about why Tom did stuff the way he did. But it looks like he’s lots better now—we’ll see.”

Tom nodded. “Yeah, I am better, mostly. Anyway, last time with Julie, I had already figured that something about those exercises was wrong in some way—that is, it was wrong for me to do them. But somehow today there wasn’t anything threatening about doing what we did.”

“And Tom,” Lynette giggled. “You’re standing here only wearing your undershorts. And that’s not bothering you.”

Tom looked down and blushed. “Hey, you’re right. Damn, what’s wrong with me? Have I no modesty?”

Everyone cracked up laughing.

“Okay, seriously now,” Amelia said. “There’s so much to work out about what we have to do. Me ‘n’ Jeremy don’t think that Lynette and Tom should actually be mentors ‘cuz of Tom’s reaction to the exercises when he had that Avery class. And they both weren’t in the program, as well. But the mentor part of the curriculum still has problems—it’s really weak and it’s ‘cuz we still don’t know much about how lots of kids react to the touching and intimacy we throw at them. Like what happened to Tom and Lynette.”

Simon raised his hand. “Also me ‘n’ Roberta, at first...”

“Yeah. But you were able to get over the discomfort, how?” Amelia wondered. “Oh, right. You weren’t like Lynette and Tom ‘cuz they were so attuned to each other like we talked about before. Um, I said that I wanted to explore that idea some more. Anyway, Simon, do you remember having any, err, like a psychic connection to Roberta—you know, like Tom and Lynette? One where you could sense how she felt?”

Simon looked at Roberta, who shook her head. “We don’t think so,” he replied.

“That must be the reason, then. Damn, I can’t believe it!” Amelia said, annoyed. “This mentor rot, it needs psychologists working on it, not schoolkids! But the Powers-that-Be told me that they don’t have any psych people available. But they absolutely had plenty of psychs when they were setting up that Naked in School load of cobblers here—shrinks were falling all over each other to get a piece of the action then. But now? We’re supposed to go on trial-and-error or intuition, I suppose. It figures; there’s nothing career-building in doing a new curriculum.”

“You’re right,” Jeremy said. “Well, you blokes, think you’ll be up to the challenge? Tom, quit scowling. I know you’ve got confidence to spare; I see it at the dojo every week. Just be yourself and your other skills will come through.”

“So what it is that I—um, Lynette and I will need to do?” Tom asked.

“Brainstorm ideas, Tom,” Amelia told him. “You others too. Now we know of one weak link in the mentor training, maybe there are others. Julie was really rattled when she ran into Tom and his emotional blocking, but I doubt we’ll find many people as strong as him, since he had Lynette to ... ha ha ... ‘power him up,’ like a Pokemon.”

Everyone groaned at that.

“Julie, Harry, can you think of any other mentor problem you had with new people, now that you’ve had about eight months’ experience?” Jeremy asked.

Harry shook his head as Julie said, “Not really,” and looked at Harry. “Sweetie, remember that one class? You told me about three or four kids didn’t want to be near some of the others, right?”

“Yeah, but that was ‘cause they were bullied in years six or seven and a couple of the kids they wanted to avoid were part of the group,” Harry reminded her. “You weren’t there when I took all six aside and got them to agree to give us a chance to get shot of those bad times. Being bullied leaves awful scars on kids but fortunately the kids in that group were willing to try to... not forgive the others, but to go along with the session and see what developed. We were lucky; I think if there was real bad blood there, it might have gone differently. So maybe we need to watch for that sorta rot too—experiences of bad bullying.”

Jeremy nodded to Amelia. “That’s an interesting one, right? Maybe there needs to be a screening questionnaire or something like it for incoming kids? I have a thought. You know those profile tests like we learned employers use for hiring? From our psych class?”

“But who would read them?” Julie objected. “Surely not the mentors and the teachers have lots of other stuff they need to do. The counselor maybe? She sets up the groups.”

Lynette was glancing at Tom during the discussion; then she spoke. “Tom, you look like you’ve got an idea...?”

“Kinda,” Tom replied, thoughtfully. “Maybe this is out of line, but being an outsider—hey, I’m new to the U.K., new to the school, and never did the Avery thing—but seems to me that you guys think that you’re the ones responsible for making the thing work. Isn’t it supposed to be a national thing? But it’s like you’re treating it like you’re responsible for figuring out how to do stuff that people with doctor’s degrees have trouble getting right. I know Amelia and Jeremy had a major role in getting the program started—but do you have to do everything? I know you want to see it succeed. But let the people who will be teaching it come up with the methods. That’s what I think. Sorry, Amelia.”

“No, that’s okay, Tom,” Amelia said. “You’re right; we sorta feel we own the Avery Program. And we’ll be leaving it behind. I just wanted to have it go in the right direction. That was a brilliant suggestion, actually. The faculty at the London School of Ed are doing the curriculum but last I heard, the mentor part isn’t being changed at all from how we are doing it here. We’ll need to let them know about the problems you guys had, you know.”

Tom nodded. “I think I have an idea then. My dad told me about how his bank uses the Internet for managers to discuss local problems and situations that aren’t covered by bank procedures. What if the ed school faculty set up a web forum, only for Avery teachers, so they can share their experiences and problems? The curriculum planners could use it to pose questions about kids, like the touch-shy problem and ask for suggestions for dealing with stuff that may come up that no one thought about.”

“Yes!” Amelia exclaimed. “That’s brill. Of course that’s the proper thing to do and that should force the professionals to make sure that they get advice from the psych people. But if we do that, I’ll be kinda disappointed that you and Lynette won’t get a chance to use your awesome empathic skills for the program. You’re right, though. But while we kick that part upstairs to the ed school, won’t you still work with the others here at Norwich till you graduate? You know that you’ll be able to find kids with strong empathic feelings, and maybe even be a kind of student peer for any kids who the mentors think are having problems. Just to talk to them... I don’t know how this would work exactly... you’d have to speak to the Avery teachers and see if you’d have some sort of role. They’re always looking for kids with a strong empathic sense.”

The group continued the discussion for another half hour and agreed that the next step would be contacting Dr Dorothy Connors from the London School of Education. She was the head of the team which was developing the curriculum to teach the Avery Program in the School of Ed and would have to be told about the need to be alert for problems similar to Tom’s that the Avery mentors could face, the idea for starting a web forum, and developing methods for teaching mentors.

Soon the meeting began to wind down; the teens were getting tired, both physically and emotionally. With promises to keep thinking about how each of them could contribute, the couples were soon leaving Amelia’s home.

When Tom and Lynette returned home, they were uncharacteristically quiet for several long minutes. Finally, Tom sighed.

“Damn. This crap is moving way too fast. No way do I want to be a trainer or have anyone think I’m some kind of expert!” he muttered.

Lynette looked at him with a half-smile. “You did have a good idea or two there, you know. That forum idea you had was perfect.”

“Yeah, sweetie, and after that advanced Avery nonsense, it gave me another idea, a weird idea. See what you think.” Tom explained it to her.

“Damn. Weird is right, but let’s see if they’ll go for it.”

~~~~

On Monday, Tom found Jeremy.

“Lynette and I need to see you and Amelia as soon as you can. It’s about the Avery mentor problem and we think it’s important.”

Jeremy grinned. “Sure. I was gonna have dinner with her this evening. Can you come then?”

“It’s okay, you don’t mind?” Jeremy shook his head no. “Great. Where?”

“I’ll pick you guys up in my hired car.”

They both laughed.

That evening, Tom began explaining his idea during the meal.

“Okay, when you guys were looking for people to take over your Avery mentor training, you kinda recruited Lynette and me to help, but you know that we didn’t do the program...”

Amelia interrupted, “We were trying to find a way to use your empathy, Tom, but...”

“Wait,” Tom interjected, “listen to this idea. You did that ‘post-graduate’ stuff with us and doing that got me thinking. For Lynette and me to help you at all, we’ll need to know what that damn program actually does. Telling us won’t help. So how about letting us see it? We’ll need to be close to the action, though; not us watching through a window. Maybe we can pick up kids’ emotions or something like that? You made us sensitive to that, you know. Lynette and I can sorta feel other kids when we’re in school now. It’s a real strange sensation.”

Amelia was delighted. “Brilliant! Umm, let’s see. Yeah, I have an idea; I need to push it through old Hanford, though. Such a stickler for proper form. What do you guys want to try doing?”

After going through the various Avery class topics with the two of them, and how the mentors worked in them, Tom explained what he thought would work for him and Lynette.

Two days later, Jeremy tracked down Tom.

“Amelia got the permission. It wasn’t easy; she had to call in the big guns. Hanford wasn’t buying having you blokes in the Avery classes as sort of observers so she got Dr Conners from the Ed School to tell him to allow it. He was irked at her but gave in. So here’s what we’ve got set up for you. Since your regular classes are mostly just revising for the GCSEs and you blokes are tops in your class marks, you’ll be excused to go to a number of Avery sessions.”

He went on to tell Tom that he and Lynette would stay behind the mentor’s screen in the Avery room for a few bonding sessions, and that they would take on the mentors’ role in a couple of the team-building exercises. That job was simply one of safety for the kids, since there were four and the two teachers and two mentors would be “spotting” participants if they had to do anything involving climbing. For the role-playing sessions, they would be shadowing the regular mentors and acting as “crowd members” in sessions involving group dynamics.

With this permission given, Tom and Lynette spent some time working with the Avery groups during the following week. It gave them much food for thought, especially after he and Lynette decided to follow along with the bonding exercises behind the screen and do them together.

After they were finished with the few days of their Avery sessions, Amelia found Lynette.

“So girlfriend, what do you and Tom think now?” Amelia asked.

“Damn. Even with that limited exposure we had, it’s pretty intense. But Tom needs to process what he’s seen. He’s a really deep thinker and takes him time to sort out his thoughts, especially how he feels about emotional issues. But I’m getting the impression that he has some important things to say.”

“Good, ‘cuz we’re running out of time. I hope he lets us know in the next two weeks.”

~~~~

During the next two weeks, events involving Tom’s group of close friends began to move very quickly. First, Tom, with Jeremy’s assistance and encouragement, wrote up a quick proposal recommending that the Avery Program planners in the London School of Education arrange to use web forum technology to allow the Avery teachers to share their insights, problems experienced, and problems solved. This recommendation was immediately adopted and the Avery teachers were instructed to enter all of their past notes and reports into the forum as posts. And Amelia took Tom’s suggestion about taking the mentor training problem away from the pilot study at their school and asked that Dr Connors’ team at the university take responsibility for its continuing development. She suggested that Connors’ team canvas the Avery teachers in the schools to determine if they had experienced any problems similar to the one which Tom and Lynette had presented.

During their lunch period, Amelia found Lynette to give her some exciting news.

“Lynette! I just heard, Denise is coming! The DfE—the Department for Education—is bringing her here; they have questions about the Avery Program—all that mentor problem rot, the program objectives, and selecting participants,” Amelia exclaimed. “Connors contacted the DfE and asked for help so that’s how they got Denise to come. Kevin’s coming too; he’ll be dropping in on his foundation while he’s here. The anti-FGM program dealing with immigrants to the U.K. has been so successful that the Coris Foundation got a grant to set up a pilot study in Africa. He wants to be involved in its planning.”

Lynette hugged her. “That’s awesome! When will they be here—how long can they stay?”

“They arrive in a week, next Friday, and it’s for two weeks! You’ll all get to meet them! Jeremy and I are so excited that they’ll get to meet you and our gang of super-empaths. They’ll stay at my house and we’ll all get together Saturday. Denise goes to the Ed School on the following Monday.”

“Damn. Can’t wait to meet them,” Lynette grinned. “Hope they’re as cool as you say.”

“Just you wait, girlfriend. Just you wait.”

~~~~

Several days later, Amelia found Tom at school.

“Hey Tom, I heard from Denise. She wants us to try to find out from our U.K. Avery schools if any of the teachers had difficulties with kids who didn’t like the bonding exercises. I told her that you had suggested your teacher forum idea and how it had gotten set up so quickly. She told me that was an ace idea; that’s what her group had done in the States when they were trying to stop the NiS Program there. Anyway, I have the forum’s web address and a login password for you. Can you—and Lynette if she wants to help—look for problems like that?”

“Sure, I guess we can do that. You mean any kind of problem where a kid can’t do the Avery bonding stuff?”

“Yes, that’s it,” Amelia said.

“Um... how many... posts, I guess... are there to search, anyway? You know?”

“A hundred or two, max, but a lot of them go into a bunch of other issues so you’ll need to dig a bit.”

“That’s okay, Amelia. How soon do you need the info?”

Amelia smiled at him. “Next week, okay?”

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