Telepathy?
Yes, telepathy. That is the only thing I can think of. Otherwise, how can I seem to hear people's thoughts? It is incomprehensible.
No, not telepathy, mind-reading. Because telepathy involves communication, but I seem to hear things one-sidedly. And I can't seem to control it.
The same thing happened with Josh. What I imagined in my head was what he wanted to do. I did not truly imagine it. It is just that the image has been so clear, so vivid that I didn't have to experience it in reality to throw up the breakfast I had that morning.
The discomfort was too much at that moment, and I didn't want to think about it again, but looking back, right when I imagined, or read the scene in his mind, he stepped forward to enact it before I stopped him with my hand.
I take a deep breath, because I feel more grounded now, but Josh's touch is something I still can't feel comfortable with.
Then the man who came after that. He didn't speak. That man also had his lips closed, and the voice I heard had been cold, without any emotion, unlike the voice he used to annouced the news to me.
So I did not imagine things. I also read the man's mind then, and…
Suddenly, my heart starts pounding, and Liz must have felt it, because her expression becomes more concerned.
"Max?"
I blink, then point at the libidinous pervert and raise my voice.
"I saw him put his foot under the portico when you passed. He wanted to put you through another search. Moreover, he did hold his detector an inch or two away from you like he should have. What is he trying to do? To molest you in full view of everyone? Is this an airport or is this a club for perverts? He does that today, will he publicly fondle any woman who pass by next time?"
This time, the crowd reacts normally. For a moment, I feared that the world was different in a way I never knew. Or worse, that the accident didn't change me, but changed the world. Fortunately, my pounding heart can calm down now.
The crowd is already starting to feel outraged, especially the woman, and those who were accompanying women, when old or young.
"Bullshit! Girl, disturbing order, slandering a guard doing his work, blocking the traffic of the airport! Can you take responsibility for any of those crimes?"
Liz narrows her eyes in a rare instance of showing her claws and steps in front of me to lock onto the security guard.
"Mr… Ris, please watch your words. My sister might be young, but she is not bored enough to cause trouble for no reason. She has been raised with better manners. Now, call your superior, immediately!"
"Yes, call your superior. And hurry up! We don't have all day! We can't waste all the day because of a pervert like you!"
Another woman who looks to be in her thirties also raises her voice. She is obviously as disgusted as me. But I suppose being a woman, she has experienced her fair share of perverts. Maybe the disgust she is feeling is even greater than mine.
Fortunately, in the echoes of the past I have been swimming in, I don't seem to have been the same kind of scummy lowlife as security guard Ris, if not I don't know I would feel with myself now that I have been born a member of the fairer sex.
He starts to panic, he looks left and right, and he steps back.
Maybe he could have gone against my sister and I, but with the crowd on our side and the growing commotion, there is no way to bury what is happening. He is done for. And if he did that today, he might have harassed other women before.
I feel the sweetness of revenge when I look at his discomfit face. My resentment calms down, along with the rush of the situation.
That is when I notice some warmth in my breasts from when Liz has rubbed me just now. Fortunately I have a bra below, if not my nipples might have shown through my dress.
Well, it is just some warmth, not enough excitement to activate all the receptors of my body.
I exhale in relief, and suddenly feel the need to pee. I hold onto Liz and see things through to the end before she escorts me to the toilet.
Well, I blink when I see the signs for male and female toilets. It is in instances of those kinds that I feel weird.
"Max, let's go."
"Hm."
"Can you go alone? Will your leg bother you?"
I look at Liz, but I understand her concern. Being outside o
Is different from being at home, or in a private setting.
"I can do it."
She nods and I find a stall to empty my bladder. I raise my dress and pull my panties down to the middle of my legs before I sit down to do it, like everytime in the last decade and a half. The liquid moves down to exit, but I feel its passage a little too clearly.
That makes me think about the nights with Liz which have left me wet below more than once.
I breathe in and scatter my focus. I hurry up, wipe myself. That is a marked difference that I have become conscious lately too.
I raise my panties, wash my hands and met up with sis outside. She gives me a once-over, and nods when she finds nothing out of place. She takes my hand to help me with my leg.
I want to be less of a bother for her, but I enjoy her care and her affection. My smile cannot hide that.
"Let's go."
"Hm."
When we get on the plane, I take my place beside the window. It is Liz's, but with a cute pout, she gave it to me with an indulgent smile. It is like what happened before has not happened. At least, it is not enough to make her mood turn bad. Or maybe I counterbalance the bad breath of the disgusting things in life.
I smile at that thought, and I look out of the window.
The plane shakes, and rises in the air, and my mind returns to what is happening with me, to my mind-reading.