I landed 20 metres in front of Emma and Becky.

With just a slight push from my thighs I had travelled 30 feet in the air and 50 metres from where I had ‘launched’.

Both girls screamed at the shock of my sudden arrival.

“Micky! What the…..what are you doing?” screamed Emma.

I laughed, “I’m flying.”

They looked at me dumbfounded, unable to process what was going on. I took the opportunity to show them.

I crouched down again and launched myself straight up. I put a little more into this jump. It felt like I was easily 100 metres in the air. The girls looked tiny. I could see their agog faces staring up at me.

I carried on upwards and enjoyed the view. At the familiar feeling of weightlessness and then falling I felt my body once again click into its instinctive mode. I landed with an almighty force, but again no pain, no sense of the obvious forces that my body was experiencing. It was like I had stepped off the curb onto a road.

I ran over to Becky and picked her up in one easy motion. I crouched and holding back launched myself up around 40 feet holding the now screaming Becky.

As we fell she gripped on to me, struggling to imagine how she was going to survive. My body again proved to be a master of instinct. As I touched the ground my legs took the force and dispersed it. My arms held Becky aloft so her deceleration would be more gradual. In the end she experienced no greater force than what you would expect from a braking moment in a car.

And she was furious!

“MICKY! What the fuck are you doing!?”

I struggled not to grin, “Sorry, but admit it was pretty fun!”

“It wasn’t fun Micky. I thought I was going to die!” she yelled

“Can I have a go?”

Both myself and Becky turned to see Emma looking sheepish, “It looks like fun.”

I walked over to her, “Are you sure?”

“I trust you…..but don’t hold back.”

I picked Emma up noting that she felt like a feather in my arms. I looked back at Becky whose face of thunder was now one of concern. I turned my face back to Emma, “No holding back you say.”

“Take me to the clouds.”

I crouched again, feeling the power build in my legs. I launched at probably 30% of my capacity. More than I had done for any of my other leaps.

We were airborne. I could hear Emma screaming in terror but also excitement. I looked down and saw that I was higher than I thought we’d go. I was maybe 250 – 300 metres in the air. Becky below was a speck on the green lawn. The house, still expansive, looked small when placing it in the context of the gardens surrounding it. I could see the roads winding themselves through the hills. The hills themselves stretched out like gnarled fingers on the landscape.

At our peak we must have been a good 400 metres in the air. Emma squealed when the moment of weightlessness came to bear. And then we were falling.

Emma tensed now. The realization that what goes up must come down suddenly hit her. Through the rushing air she yelled, “I’m scared Micky….don’t drop me.”

I must admit that my thought was that I had pushed things too far. How was I going to slow down in time to allow her to decelerate in time. The ground was approaching fast. I felt in control but not confident of how to make this OK for Emma. The tops of the trees now were above us. The foliage was just a blur of green.

My body rescued me again.

Mere metres from the ground my body instinctively lofted Emma upwards away from the ground. She left my arms and almost hovered in the space that I was in only a split second beforehand. Time slowed. My body touched down, took the force, dispersed the force, steadied itself and then, feeling like it had hours to play with instead of milliseconds regained Emma in its powerful arms. Her landing was soft and controlled.

Time resumed it normal pace.

The crater beneath me was a physical representation of the forces involved in this ‘party trick’. It was a couple of feet deep and about 2 metres wide.

Emma was laughing. Like proper hysterical laughter.

“Are you OK?” I enquired, slightly concerned at her wild eyes.

“Are you kidding me….that was amazing. Did you see how high we were Becky?”

Becky was standing there with her mouth open unable to say anything. Emma was now dancing and jumping around talking rapidly to herself about how she thought she was going to die, how high we’d gone and could she do it again.

I walked over to Becky and held her. She fell into me. It wasn’t a time for words. It was a time for me to be quiet and let her know that I was still in this body.

The Micky that she had fallen in love was still there. But he was now an entirely different beast.

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We carried on with the walk which was a good time to have a chat to the girls about what had happened. Emma was still as high as a kite whereas Becky was more interested in hearing about how I was feeling.

I couldn’t lie to her. I was feeling pretty amazing about the whole thing.

“It’s like I have no limits. My body feels like a machine.”

“But you’re still the Micky I love?”

“I course I am. I’m not sure what I am capable of though. I think I need to do some trials.”

“Well no more surprise space trips!” She laughed.

“I’ll make sure I ask permission first.”

As we walked I could feel the first tingles of a crash coming on. The leaps had taken it out of me. I was not in tune with my body’s needs yet. I made my excuses and made my way back to the house.

I arrived and was immediately greeted by Tennyson.

“Mr. Davidson, how can I help?”

“Firstly Tennyson, you can call me Micky. No more Mr. Davidson. And secondly I really need another smoothie.”

“Very well Mr. Dav……Micky. What flavour and where would you like it served?”

“Banana and right here by the pool I think.”

“Excellent. Take a seat I’ll be with you shortly.”

“Oh, do you drink Tennyson?”

“I have been known to partake in the odd beverage.”

“Do you like beer?”

“I do.”

“Well, get me 2 cold beers as well please.”

“Very good.”

I walked over to the pool and sat at the large outdoor table. I sat back and took a little time to be quiet. The wind was still carrying the sounds of nature. By closing my eyes I allowed my accentuated hearing to drift along to the sounds of the pool lapping, the wind rustling through the grass and the birds continuing their arias.

I heard the swinging door open in the dining room and soft footsteps make their way towards me.

Tennyson arrived with my banana smoothie and let me know that it was a 15 000 calorie dose. He placed the 2 beers in front of me and made to leave.

“Erm…Tennyson.”

“Yes Mr. Davidso………Micky.”

“I would like it very much if you would join me for a beer.”

He looked a little taken a back, “Well Micky I do have engagements around the house to attend to.”

“Nonsense. We’ve all had dinner. The girls are out walking and I am sitting right here with 2 cold beers and no one to talk to.”

Tennyson looked back to the house and then to the beers, “Perhaps one then.”

He sat down at the table with perfect posture.

I looked at him, exasperated, “Tennyson, seriously! If this is going to work out you need to relax a little bit. I’m not used to being waited on….and frankly I’m not that comfortable with the whole idea.

“Would you like me to be dismissed Mr. Davidson?”

“No….not at all and it’s Micky! I know that we need someone to keep things running here. If it was left to me the place would be a smoldering ruin within 1 month. What I want is for us to work together. How old are you Tennyson?”

“I’m 49.”

“And how long have you been working here?”

“Coming up 5 years.”

“Right. Do you like wearing suits all the time?”

“Well it does promote the right kind of image.”

“Not what I asked.”

“It’s what the people I look after prefer.”

“Yeah maybe if you’re waiting on a Prince or a Lord or a billionaire….but I am none of those things. I’m a recently retired Service Planner that is now a genetic freak. I like 90’s alternative rock, wearing sweatpants and eating pizza. I feel uncomfortable having someone do everything for me so would prefer that we come to some sort of agreement on the way to move forward.”

“Well I don’t have to wear a suit.”

“Damn right you don’t have to. In fact – I don’t want anyone working here wearing anything other than what they would normally wear in their own homes. No more blazers, and jackets and polished shoes. I want shorts and t-shirts and bare feet. If people want to use the pool they can. I want barbecue’s as often as possible. I want the bar to be well stocked. Friday nights are to be a social night where anyone in the house is to come to the pool or dining room for a couple of hours.”

“Should I write this down?”

“Just pass it on. I don’t want there to be a separate eating area for staff. If it is your dinner time than eat in the main dining room, or by the pool or out on the grass. I want this household to be fun…..and it starts from tomorrow morning. I want bacon, sausage, eggs and hash browns to be served out here if the weather is OK. Everyone here is welcome. And if I see one suit or tie I’ll be sending folk home to get changed.”

Tennyson sat with his eyes wide. I could imagine that most of the people who he would have looked after during his 5 years would have been self-important blowhards that felt they were a little more special than everyone else.

He took a long drag of his beer, put his bottle on the table and then took off his tie and loosened his shirt buttons.

It was a start.

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We heard from the hospital that Mandee was going to be delayed due to an emergency at the hospital. It meant that she might not make it out to the house tonight.

Most of the staff had gone home except for a couple, including Tennyson who had retired to the onsite staff accommodation near the front gate behind the conifer trees.

The girls decided to have a swim while I carried on having a few drinks and catching up on the news on the iPad.

Emma and Becky came out of Emma’s pool house dressed in thick cotton robes. They made their way to the sun loungers and stripped off the robes revealing their swim costumes.

Becky was wearing a small red bikini. The thong panties clung to her skin allowing a clear outline of her pussy to be visible. Her arse cheeks were barely covered. Her bikini top was essentially two small triangles of material held in place over her nipples by red cotton cords tied at the back. Her taught stomach disappeared down into the panties which only just managed to cover her mound.

Emma revealed a white bikini of ‘wet look’ material.