 For pimp4aday a moment she regarded her pimp4aday receptionist quizzically. Kerri's sweater pimp4aday skimmed well above her navel and snugged fetchingly around pimp4aday her darling young breasts pimp4aday. Although not pimp4aday unusual by the online style of the day, it was positively daring by Kerri pimp4aday's conservative standards. Was that the same sweater she had been wearing earlier?
 Anyone pimp4aday could pimp4aday see that the man was in distress; it pimp4aday didn pimp4aday't take a pimp4aday psychologist to figure pimp4aday that out. The first thing was to get him calmed pimp4aday down a pimp4aday little, Monica decided, work through the crisis pimp4aday, then look at pimp4aday the pimp4aday long-term situation. It didn't pimp4aday help that he had hardly said a word since he came in.
 The pimp4aday man did as pimp4aday she pimp4aday instructed, breathing in pimp4aday deeply three times, then pimp4aday letting pimp4aday it out slowly pimp4aday. He pimp4aday seemed a little calmer when he was done pimp4aday.
 "I have no idea pimp4aday," he pimp4aday replied. "I don't pimp4aday understand it. It's just that I think -- no, I know that somehow I can change things pimp4aday. With my mind pimp4aday, I mean pimp4aday. I can manipulate things and events around pimp4aday me. It's pimp4aday frightening."
 Damien ran a hand through uncombed hair. "I knew it the instant it happened. I pimp4aday don't know how to explain it pimp4aday. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with mud pimp4aday and blood, I felt, sensed, a change in the natural order of things, a shift in the pimp4aday force or pimp4aday cosmic energy, call it what you will. Something flowed into me, into pimp4aday my pimp4aday mind, into my online soul pimp4aday. Something ancient, timeless, and very powerful pimp4aday."
 "Because pimp4aday that is my whole problem. This power of mine pimp4aday, it doesn pimp4aday't just pimp4aday reside in pimp4aday my conscious mind, it's in my unconscious mind too. It's become an pimp4aday integral part of my being pimp4aday. Look pimp4aday, how do you raise your arm? You don't think about it pimp4aday, you just do it. You want your arm pimp4aday to be raised, and your unconscious pimp4aday mind takes care of the details."
 He was becoming increasingly agitated pimp4aday. He got pimp4aday up from the couch and began to pace back and forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This power of mine pimp4aday, this thing in pimp4aday my head, it works just like that pimp4aday. I don't have to do anything. I just have to want something to change, and it changes."
 "I pimp4aday must pimp4aday not pimp4aday give in to pimp4aday the pimp4aday temptation. Because once I start using it, I know pimp4aday I won't be able to pimp4aday stop. The steps are so pimp4aday obvious. First, I'll start indulging my idle whims, then satisfying my baser appetites, and finally pimp4aday, acting out my pimp4aday most perverse fantasies."
 Dr pimp4aday. Sondgaard smiled indulgently. "OK, Damien. Let's allow that you can influence how this coin comes down. That pimp4aday's hardly a demonstration of supernatural power pimp4aday. Can pimp4aday't you do a little better?"
 "I must, Damien," Monica insisted. "You have to pimp4aday show me the power, or pimp4aday face up to the fact that it may not exist." This pimp4aday was pimp4aday harsh, but pimp4aday a breakthrough pimp4aday in the first session pimp4aday was a real possibility. She pimp4aday prepared herself pimp4aday for his collapse when the pimp4aday "power" did not work. Then they could get at his real problem.
 Monica watched him, taken pimp4aday aback. She thought about the pimp4aday button on her desk, the one that summoned pimp4aday security. You never knew.
 "Go pimp4aday to the pimp4aday window. Look outside." He was pimp4aday calm pimp4aday again.
 Monica got to her feet. She felt the pleasant swish of her little mini sliding pimp4aday over pimp4aday her panties, silk against silk, as she made her way pimp4aday over to the windows along one side of the office. She pimp4aday could hear the pimp4aday beat of the rain pimp4aday pelting against the glass pimp4aday.
 Monica dropped the pimp4aday curtain. She stepped pimp4aday back so fast she online almost fell off her high heels pimp4aday. She turned toward the door, where she online had hung up pimp4aday her pimp4aday raincoat and umbrella when she came in. There was no pimp4aday umbrella. In fact, there was no umbrella stand. On pimp4aday the pimp4aday coat rack pimp4aday was a little red hat. It exactly matched the daring red ensemble pimp4aday she was wearing.
 Monica pulled herself together. Whatever was going online on here, she still had a patient that needed help. She knelt down in front of him pimp4aday. "Damien, listen to me," she said gently, lifting his head pimp4aday in one hand.
 "I'm as pimp4aday confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we are going to work this out together. Understand? Whether your power is real is hardly the pimp4aday point. It pimp4aday's pimp4aday real to you and that's pimp4aday what matters."
 "Suppose you set rules for yourself. Decide beforehand that you will never use pimp4aday the power unless it does demonstrable good. Lay out a few ground rules. Then try some test runs pimp4aday. Something really small. Go to a hospital and improve somebody's pimp4aday diagnosis. Help a little old pimp4aday lady across the street."
 For the first time his face pimp4aday looked hopeful. "You -- you pimp4aday think that could work pimp4aday?"
 "That's the spirit," Monica encouraged him. "You see, you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, regardless pimp4aday of how strange your situation pimp4aday may be."
 Wait a minute. Something was wrong. Damien was still smiling at her pimp4aday, but there was something different pimp4aday in his gaze. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly pimp4aday she pimp4aday got to her feet and went to stand before the full-length mirror along one wall. She used pimp4aday it pimp4aday sometimes, to get patients to "look pimp4aday at themselves." Monica pimp4aday was looking at herself now. What she saw amazed her.
 After a long moment a breathless voice pimp4aday responded pimp4aday: "S pimp4aday-Security."
 "That's Mr. Albright pimp4aday, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him a little with pimp4aday his shyness and agoraphobia. Of pimp4aday course, a pimp4aday nine-inch cock and sheer animal magnetism that few women can resist will help pimp4aday a lot too."
 "I'm Professor Alicia Cummins pimp4aday. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica stared at her in pimp4aday shock. Yummy tits, but not pimp4aday as big as mine, she thought pimp4aday smugly pimp4aday.
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 "You pimp4aday see, he can change anything he wants. This online power of his -- it's irresistible! Eventually he even changed me. I pimp4aday adore him, Dr. Sondgaard. I'm utterly devoted pimp4aday now." The lace-and-leather pimp4aday- clad professor looked down on her student with pimp4aday a pimp4aday worshipful gaze pimp4aday, tussling his pimp4aday hair pimp4aday absently. Damien made a little clucking pimp4aday sound and patted pimp4aday his knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit pimp4aday in his lap, but instead she pimp4aday sank to her booted knees beside him pimp4aday and laid her head in his lap pimp4aday like a dog.
 Out pimp4aday in the outer office, Kerri began to scream in ecstasy as Mr. Albright brought her to yet another pimp4aday orgasm. The man caught Monica pimp4aday's pimp4aday eye and winked at her pimp4aday. The pimp4aday door began to swing closed slowly.
 "Young lady pay attention when I speak pimp4aday to you."
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 Monica twirled a strand of lustrous brown hair around one finger pimp4aday. "Uhm, usually pimp4aday two pounds or so pimp4aday, but five pounds if I'd just pimp4aday come back pimp4aday from gym class."
 The online headmaster studied his precocious pimp4aday student's behind for a long time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were pimp4aday much smaller than the regulation white pimp4aday ones she was supposed to wear pimp4aday. But she pimp4aday had given those all away. She liked the pimp4aday way the pimp4aday new ones slipped up into her crack and pimp4aday tickled her while she walked.
 "You see?" Damien said easily, still at ease pimp4aday in his chair with pimp4aday Alicia's head pimp4aday in his pimp4aday lap. She pimp4aday began sniffing her way toward his zipper. "You aren pimp4aday't the paragon pimp4aday of moral rectitude pimp4aday you pretend to be."
 Yet at the same time she remembered every detail pimp4aday as well as anything that ever happened to online her. Within a week the headmaster had been pimp4aday openly masturbating while he "inspected" her panties, and by the end of the term he had been wearing them. It was all there, as clear pimp4aday as a bell. But...
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 They pimp4aday opened the door to the outer office. Kerri was now being happily ploughed face pimp4aday-down on her desk by pimp4aday the online indefatigable pimp4aday Mr. Albright pimp4aday. Her enormous breasts kept her body suspended several inches pimp4aday above the desk. Files and papers littered pimp4aday the floor pimp4aday.
 There was another gift. How did she know pimp4aday that? Feeling orgasm pimp4aday approaching like a runaway freight pimp4aday-train pimp4aday she grappled groggily with a half-memory. Another gift. It was... just pimp4aday outside the door. Monica screamed outright as her gold companion brought her to a splendid peak.
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