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What is betrayal?

I hate to see something beautiful, something I love, suffer. It makes me do things I normally wouldn’t ever dream of doing—things that those naïve enough to trust me, would never suspect me capable of.

I wasn’t concerned with being caught, hell, I wouldn’t have considered doing such a thing if I didn’t know I could get away with it. It was the finality of it that scared me. I had to be certain I was doing the right thing because there was nothing that could be done to change it... once it was done...

My footsteps on the hard tile floor echoed off the stark cinderblock walls as I made my way toward the room. I didn’t bother looking at the room numbers anymore; I knew exactly which door I wanted. I stopped outside the room and my heart skipped a beat, on the other side of that door was the most wonderful woman in the world, my love, my soul mate, Angie. With my hand on the door, I took a deep breath and pushed.

She was strapped into a wheelchair at the far side of the room, staring out the window, the door clicked loudly behind me and her eyes flicked in my direction. I saw disapproval in her lovely eyes.

“I didn’t expect to see you for at least another few days.”

Is it betrayal when done in their best interest?

“I had to come,” I explained, moving to her, “its getting harder and harder to stay away.”

“You shouldn’t come her so often. It isn’t safe, I know it isn’t.”

“I don’t care.” I said, caressing her exquisite cheek with the back of my fingers. “I needed to see you, talk to you, be with you.”

“Then just talk with me—that’s all we used to do, we don’t have to do anything else. Think of what it’s doing to you?”

“But you enjoy it so much, I don’t matter—shit, I’m the reason you’re here.”

“The pond is beautiful today.” She said, her eyes shifting, to again look out the window. She smiled—but it was a sad sort of smile.

I knew what she was doing and I didn’t blame her, the accident was a painful topic, one I hated talking about as well, mainly because it was entirely my fault.

“Don’t avoid it, Angie. I’m not the only one who thinks that our relationship is weird. Some part of you must hate me.”

Her eyes came back to mine. “I’ve tried, believe me, I’ve tried. I can’t hate you. I love you.” She smiled again, this time without any trace of sadness.

A tear I didn’t know was there slipped down my cheek. It was that very smile which caught my eye that day, so long ago. She had been in a blue 1968 Corvette convertible. The bright summer sunlight shining in the highlighted streaks of the thick light brown hair rolling over her tawny shoulders had gotten my attention as I passed her. Then she looked over with her lovely green cat-like eyes and caught me staring. That was when she smiled.

The dazzling beauty of that remarkable smile captivated me and for just a moment I forgot where I was and what I was doing. The harsh blaring of the air horn brought me back to my senses just in time to see the truck cresting the hill in front of me. I jammed the brake pedal of my Excursion all the way to the floor, feeling the stutter of the antilock brakes engaging and twisted the wheel to the right in an attempt to cut back in behind her. She had the same idea, sort of; she had hit her brakes so I could get in front of her.

We both zigged when one of us should have zagged.

The little sports car never stood a chance against my SUV.

That was all either of us remembered until we woke up in the hospital. Within six weeks I discovered that I had gained the ability to enter and control other people’s minds, and that she had lost the ability to do anything at all—paralyzed from the neck down.

I went to her room to apologize to her, to see if she would—if she could—forgive me. She was kind and gracious, and our first conversation lasted for hours. When I stood to leave she told me she accepted my apology and forgave me, further, she invited me to come and talk to her any time I wished.

She had told me she had no family, and being new to the area, few friends, so I began to drop in and see her. At first I did it out of guilt, not wanting her to be bored or lonely, but my breath always caught the moment I saw her and the more we talked the more I enjoyed being with her. I stayed out of her head because I had been using my new abilities in some rather sordid ways and didn’t want to make any of that part of what we shared. We grew closer and closer until the day she said it.

“I don’t want to scare you,” she said sincerely, “but I’m afraid I’m falling in love with you.”

“I... I don’t know what to say,” I stammered, and then decided on the truth. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you.”

“I know, and in another life maybe I would wish you hadn’t, but... I’m glad. You’re the person I’ve always dreamed of sharing my life with, and if this is what it took to meet you... then so be it. I only wish...”

“What? Tell me what you want and I’ll take care of it.”

Her lips rose in a bittersweet smile, “If only you could. But no one can give me this.”

I violated my vow never to intrude upon her mind.

“You want to make love with me, but more than that, you want to make love ‘to’ me, you want to take pleasure in giving me pleasure. You want to use your body to help assuage the guilt I feel, to show me that you love me unconditionally with no second thoughts or hesitation. Is that what you want?”

Her eyes were wide. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want. How did you know?”

I hesitated, but only for a moment. I really didn’t want her to know about my power, but if I were to give her what she wanted, what she needed, then she had to know.

“There were side effects from my concussion, and I think I may be able to grant your wish...”

It had taken months to figure out but I had done it. It was the hardest, most worthwhile thing I had ever done—hard because it taxed my abilities to their utmost and caused a psychic backlash that just about melted my brain; worthwhile because it brought her happiness.

I reached over and unbuckled the straps holding her upper arms to the chair.

“No, Sam, you can’t, it’s too soon.”

“It doesn’t bother me so much any more,” I lied, as I moved onto the bed, “maybe I’m getting stronger.”

“Liar.”

“That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” And I started the process.

Closing my eyes I looked at her with my second sight. She was even more beautiful this way. The second sight sees a person’s soul and hers shone with a radiant golden brilliance. Thin tendrils of thought crossed the distance between us, snaking their way to the back of her neck. The tendrils split, one went up into her brain and one stretched out along her spinal chord, tapping into her nervous system. I could feel the chair beneath her, the pad was bunched up again and would have to be straightened or it could cause a sore. I felt the belt across her chest and ones on her thighs. I could feel these things but she couldn’t, not yet.

The tendril I had sent to her mind branched out with a million hair-like threads, infiltrating her mind to connect her sense of touch and motor control areas to my own. She tried to reach for the buckle on the belt across her chest; my own hand flew to my chest along with hers. Time for the final step, I placed a block on my own motor control. That was necessary as our nervous systems were now completely intermingled.

The break on her spinal column was now bypassed. Her mind and body once again connected through mine. Our bodies were as one, we could both feel not only what our own bodies felt, but what each other felt as well. But only one of us could make any movements from the neck down

She wanted to stand, her mind sent out the proper commands, commands that were instantly received by my mind, which mirrored the commands and sent them back to her body. In an instant she rose. Even though her movements were channeled through me, she moved with poise and grace that I could never hope to attain.

She again graced me with her smile.

“You know I’m cross with you, but, since you’ve gone ahead and done it anyway, there’s no point in wasting it. I’ll be right back.” She went into her bathroom and I soon heard the sounds of the shower and, though I was lying on a bone-dry bed I could feel the hot water cascading onto my shoulders and caressing my body as it flowed down towards the drain. Further, I felt her exhilaration, as she was once again able to enjoy what she had always considered to be one of life’s great pleasures.

The water stopped and I felt the fluffy towel massaging my body. Then the door opened and she reappeared in all her glory. She stood looking at me for a moment before smiling once again and then she coasted smoothly across the room.

She began as she always did, caressing my body and marveling at her returned sense of touch. After a few minutes of this she bent to me and kissed me, slowly at first, but it quickly grew passionate. Her hands roamed over both our bodies—giving both of us something to enjoy.

It was a very odd sensation, she lifted my arm and placed my hand upon her breast, using her delicate fingers over mine she helped me to knead and caress it, giving both of us a thrill. Slowly, lovingly she removed my clothing. When she eventually grasped me, I could feel both her hand on me, and me in her hand.

“You did remember the precautions didn’t you?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

“Of course. As far as the staff is concerned this room doesn’t even exist. The other precaution is in my pocket. If you would agree to marry me, we wouldn’t need that one anymore.”

She fished the condom out of my pocket before folding my pants and placing them in the wheelchair.

“I told you why we can’t. I don’t want to argue this now, I just want to make love to you.”

Her brief touch was all it took to make me ready for her and with love in her eyes she gently straddled me, guiding me into her and sinking down to completely engulf me. She put her hands on my chest and began a slow rhythm, her eyes locked on mine. I could feel her around me, and me inside her. I could feel her hands upon my chest and my chest under her hands. I could feel when her excitement grew and I could feel when it climaxed and she shuddered through an orgasm that caused mine, each of us feeling not only our own climax, but the other’s as well. That was the one drawback to this arraignment, she came very easily and I never survived her orgasms.

We rode out the afterglow, her lying on top of me, me not minding her slight weight in the least. After we had recovered she sat on the edge of the bed, her hand lovingly brushing the hair from my eyes.

“I know what you want to do.”

I began to protest but she cut me off.

“You can deny it all you want, but I know that you plan on getting me into your house and making this permanent—at least while we’re at home.”

“Well, someone has to do the cooking and cleaning.” I joked.

“Very funny, but it would kill you.”

“You don’t know that, I don’t know that. Maybe more practice would make it easier.”

“No it wouldn’t—it hasn’t yet.”

“Besides, what makes you think I would do that?”

“We’re soul mates, I don’t have to be able to read minds in order to know what you’re thinking.”

“And how do you know we’re soul mates?”

“Because I love you so completely.”

“But how do you know that feeling is real—that I didn’t do that to you?”

“Because if you were a person capable of such a thing, I wouldn’t love you so much.”

“You do know that’s circular logic, don’t you?”

“It only has to make sense to me.” She said with a smile. “Besides, if you were prone to changing my mind I would be living in your house right now.”

“You could have been out of here a year ago. I know you hate this place. I’ve got plenty of money now, why don’t you let me set you up. Your own house or, better yet, your own wing in mine, a powered chair, maybe even a monkey or two.” I added that last with a grin.

“Now, that,” she said softly, standing up to gaze distantly out the window, “is tempting. How many monkeys did you say?”

“As many as you want.” I assured her as she came back to the bed and started the process of getting me dressed and into the chair. Having been helped by others for so long she was pretty good at it.

Once I was strapped in she dressed in a sweat suit and we left her room. Despite her objections she loved these interludes. I would do it everyday but tomorrow my head would hurt so badly I wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed.

She took us down to the physical therapy room and I, using my talent, ensured nobody noticed us. She put me where I could watch and proceeded to work out. I marveled at her grace, the catlike way her body moved. She smiled whenever her eyes caught mine as she relished the joyous freedom I had given her.

Her workout finished, we made small talk while taking a short walk outside as she cooled down. Back to her room and I again felt her shower—a longer one this time. She luxuriated in the sensation. This time, when she came out she still had a smile for me, but her eyes betrayed a trace of sadness.

“I can stay longer if you want. Or we could go to a movie again.”

“No, it’s late, and I’m getting tired.”

She bent to kiss me on my lips and unfastened my arm straps. “I don’t want to see you again for at least a week.”

“I’ll try and wait, I always do.”

She laughed. “You always try, you’re only successful about half the time.”

She lay down on the bed. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I again closed my eyes and engaged second sight. I slowly and carefully removed my mental tendrils from her mind and nervous system. The odd dual sensations ceased and I felt the usual emptiness. Finally, I opened my eyes, unfastened the rest of the straps and stood.

“Do you want to stay there or do you want back in your chair?”

“I’m fine, I’m going to try and sleep.”

“Okay, promise me you’ll think about my offer.”

She turned her head and gave me another of those loving, dazzling smiles.

“I’ll think about it. It does sound tempting.”

“That’s all I ask.” I leaned down to kiss her goodbye, her tongue met mine and we stayed that way for a long while. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

By the time I got to my car it felt like there was an ice pick jammed between my eyes. Though it was worse than it had ever been before, I didn’t let it bother me. I had done what I came to do. She would think about my offer and I would give her all the time she asked for. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, having done what she knew I wouldn’t. Over the course of the next few months she would gradually begin to like my plan and by the time I had enough money that we could both live comfortably off the interest alone, she would agree.

The thing that would be toughest would be facing her once I made our “arrangement” permanent.

I had figured it out about three months ago and today’s experiment confirmed it would work. In the proverbial nutshell—it was a complicated process that involved a permanent transference of some of my psychic power into her nervous system, making the connections and then fusing them—sort of a mental welding that would restore her control without me having to be present. I wouldn’t be able to reverse it but it would work perfectly. We wouldn’t have the dual sensations anymore but she would have all her senses and complete motor control.

The downside, the part that would anger her would be that in order for it to work I would be using that portion of my power to transfer the essence of my own motor control function. So, though I wouldn’t be able to move anything from the neck down, I would still have complete feeling of my own body.

Sure, I would lose a little of my power, but not too much. And, even with my diminished mental powers I could make do being paralyzed much easier than she could.

It was the perfect solution.

It wasn’t betrayal.

She would see it too.

Once it was done.