Payleegrozzas

By Anthony Stevens

A home invasion triggers a post-grad teacher from California into discovering she has telekinetic abilities.
A tex-mex cartel enforcer finds a kindred soul in his teenage date when they are attacked by militia cowboys.
A trailer-trash transgender submissive is saved from the streets by a food truck Domme.
These women are forced to defend themselves from a corrupt government agent and a psychotic preacher.
In Spanish, peligrosas means dangerous women!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony Stevens
• Release date: Nov 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215556405

Anthony Stevens

I’m an olde pharte Technogeek, Author, Photographer, Leathercrafter, Gearhead, SCAdian history freak, Cosplayer, and Graphics enthusiast. I’ve gone by the handle Master Anthony Stevens from time to time, or just MAS. In Spanish, that is… MAS que los de mas, MAS de todo o’ MAS que nada. I’m a cat lover (seems to be a writer thing, eh?) and although I have traveled a great deal, I’m currently living in south Florida. My own favorite reading matter is SciFi, Fantasy and of course, Paranormal Romance.

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REVELATION

I'd finished and emailed the research assignment. Miss McGrath would let me know the score in a couple of days.

I closed the laptop, took a sip of ice tea and stared at the pencil laying just out of reach, on the other side of the counter. Jokingly, I held out my hand, palm up, and made a come here motion with my fingers.

It wiggled a bit, then started rolling towards me!

My eyes popped wide open, I stumbled back and off my stool, held my hand up to push it away, and shouted. No!

The tiny bit of yellow wood flew across the room and, with a loud crack, stuck in the wall, near the door.

Charli popped out of her room, wearing a robe and a towel on her head. What the hell are you doing, Doll? Her voice trailed off as her gaze followed the line from my shocked face to the pencil, sticking out of the drywall. She had to tug quite hard to dislodge the projectile, then laid it on the bar, and stared at me for a moment.

I'm not going to ask how it is possible to stab a pencil halfway into drywall and still make it back to that side of the room in the two seconds it took me to open the door. Since when did you develop ninja skills, sister?

I shook my head. I didn't touch it.

Her eyebrows went up. Oh? It just flew across the room and buried itself?

I nodded.

Sit! She ordered as she pulled up a stool for herself. Explain in detail, please.

A few minutes later, she reached into a drawer and laid two more pencils and a dried up ballpoint on the counter. Show me.

Realizing she was right, I needed to test this, I swallowed, and with extreme care, beckoned at a pencil. It rolled toward me in silent obedience. I held up my hand in a stop motion and it halted. With a bit more confidence this time, I carefully pushed it away. The orange wooden stick rattled to the side of the counter, and fell off.

Over the next ten minutes, I'd made all three items roll around, dance on end, and ultimately, the pen floated in thin air for a few seconds before I got nervous and dropped it with a clatter.

Charli stared at the pen for a moment, then softly stated. Wow. That's actually pretty impressive. She looked at me. Are you feeling okay? You're looking a bit pale.

I'm okay I guess. A bit shaken up and... hungry.

Come on. I want to check something. She led me to the bath. Hop on the scale.

I just weighed myself this morning, nothing has changed.

Humor me.

I did. What the hell? I've lost three pounds?

Now it's starting to make sense. I guess she saw my puzzled expression. What you've been doing is called telekinesis. It is so rare, there are only a very few documented cases. Most of the scientific world considers it a myth. The biggest problem they have is the source of energy to make things move. I'm thinking that every time you use your power, it gets energy by burning fat. That makes you hungry and, as soon as you eat, it immediately converts part of the food energy to fat once more.

I nodded. That explains the yo-yo weight effect and why I'm starving right now.

One large pizza later, she glanced around to make sure no one was listening. You know this could be big news. What are you going to do now, Doll?

I don't want it to be big news. I can just see myself as some sort of lab rat for an unmentionable government agency. No way that is going to happen. I'm going to keep a low-profile and just finish my degree.

You shouldn't let it go to waste though. How about practicing in private and I'll document the results so we have some genuine data to show how powerful you really are?

WORKOUT

Anational forest is a great place to get away from humanity. We hiked the marked trail until we found a creek, then followed it upstream until there was a small clearing.

Charli had a scale. Here. Let's have a start weight for the record. She dutifully recorded it.

Starting with a couple of small pebbles, I found it was easy to lift, make them hover, then throw them in any direction. A few minutes of this and the scale showed I had lost several pounds.

I ate a small candy bar. Let me try something a bit heavier. I picked up a chunk of shale and laid it on the scale. A little more than five pounds. This should do. I put it on a large boulder, stepped back, and held my hand out,