The petite woman behind welivetogether the reception desk jumped. "How welivetogether was lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked.
Kerri welivetogether was a good six inches shorter than the other woman. She was welivetogether a welivetogether cute young thing, almost girlish in her powder blue sweater and simple black pants. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard welivetogether," she said respectfully. "You have a walk welivetogether-in. His name is Damien. He welivetogether seemed very welivetogether upset welivetogether, so I let him welivetogether wait inside."
"Doctor," the man said, "You have got to help me. I can't handle this welivetogether any more. I read free in the paper that you welivetogether know something about welivetogether the paranormal. Maybe you welivetogether can understand. I have this -- this thing inside me, this power or ability or welivetogether something -- and it's driving me crazy."
Actually, that was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing welivetogether. "I see," she said free again welivetogether, trying to free keep welivetogether the revulsion out welivetogether of her voice welivetogether. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical ability welivetogether on you, is that right? How welivetogether do you know you have it welivetogether?" She crossed her knees sedately. For a welivetogether moment her patient's glance fell to her legs, below the hem of her tasteful, knee-length skirt.
Monica could already see the outline of the man's problem. Some sort of quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional free break, clouding welivetogether the lines between fantasy and reality welivetogether. Could be evidence of a serious psychosis. Could be just working welivetogether too hard. She decided welivetogether to probe welivetogether a little deeper.
Monica welivetogether was struck by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of welivetogether Damien welivetogether's problem, it was torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook welivetogether. She brushed back her long hair, noting with welivetogether approval that it welivetogether had already dried welivetogether. "But in reality such things don welivetogether't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment welivetogether is entirely hypothetical welivetogether. Damien, why are welivetogether you bringing welivetogether this up?"
He welivetogether sat down heavily welivetogether. "It's like acid," he said softly welivetogether. "An acid of the mind. It welivetogether eats welivetogether away at my humanity welivetogether, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will welivetogether leak out, and my welivetogether soul will welivetogether be indelibly stained."
The welivetogether man thought about it welivetogether for a moment . "Do you have a coin?" he asked.
She flipped the coin, let it welivetogether land on welivetogether her desk. It did come down heads welivetogether. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty-fifty chance welivetogether."
Heads welivetogether.
The trick with the coin was impressive. Did he know in advance the coin was not fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were any number of ways he could be fooling her welivetogether. The question was, why welivetogether? Some people liked to welivetogether visit therapists for welivetogether the attention, toying with them without any interest in welivetogether treatment, but this welivetogether man did not seem welivetogether like that type.
Monica welivetogether dropped the curtain. She stepped back so fast she almost fell off welivetogether her high heels. She turned toward the door, where she had hung up her welivetogether raincoat and umbrella welivetogether when she came welivetogether in. There was no umbrella welivetogether. In welivetogether fact, there was no umbrella stand. On the coat rack was free a little red hat. It exactly matched the daring red ensemble she was wearing.
"I welivetogether'm as confused about free this welivetogether as you are. Nevertheless welivetogether we are going to work welivetogether this out welivetogether together. Understand welivetogether? Whether your power is real is hardly the point. It welivetogether's real to you and that's what welivetogether matters."
When he lifted his eyes Monica realized he had welivetogether indeed been looking up her brief skirt. Now his attention shifted to her welivetogether cleavage welivetogether. She felt a familiar thrill run through her. "Oh my word, you're an welivetogether attractive woman," he welivetogether said irrelevantly, "I should never have come here."
"Let's consider, for the sake of argument, that you really welivetogether have welivetogether some sort of extraordinary power. What makes you so certain that welivetogether it will harm you? Can't you learn to use it, test it welivetogether out a little at a time, tame welivetogether the beast before it devours welivetogether you?"
He sat welivetogether up a little straighter welivetogether. "Say welivetogether, you welivetogether know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that way. I mean, we're all just ordinary welivetogether people doing the welivetogether best that we can, right?
"So, as long welivetogether as I welivetogether'm trying to make the correct decisions, as long as I 'm doing my best, I shouldn't feel bad if welivetogether temptation gets to me or I welivetogether make a mistake now and again."
Monica felt one of welivetogether those welivetogether rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she had used welivetogether her skills to genuinely help somebody welivetogether. It was welivetogether a good feeling, like the contented welivetogether buzz she got from sucking cock.
She noticed his welivetogether gaze lingering on her titanic titties again welivetogether. She loved the way men were always welivetogether staring at welivetogether her welivetogether chest. That was why she wore --
A new chill went down Monica welivetogether's spine. "What -- what did you do to your supervisor welivetogether?" she asked, her voice trembling.
At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was on the welivetogether bottom, or at least a busty centrefold model that welivetogether looked like Kerri, wearing nothing welivetogether but fishnet welivetogether stockings and her welivetogether trademark black patent sandals with six-inch platform welivetogether heels. She had her legs in welivetogether the air. She was panting welivetogether loudly as she was vigorously fucked welivetogether by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely welivetogether recognized.
The office smelled faintly of varnish and leather-bound books welivetogether. The desk was old and wooden, but as clean welivetogether and polished free as the welivetogether hardwood floor beneath her feet. A half-finished letter curled through the welivetogether typewriter free. She could see chrysanthemums blooming in the garden outside the window.
The headmaster let out his breath. "Very well, Monica," he welivetogether said officiously free. "That, that is all for today. I expect to see you tomorrow at the same time." He turned away from her and looked welivetogether out the window welivetogether, perhaps trying to hide his erection.
"That's OK," she replied welivetogether, "I've had my welivetogether inspection welivetogether."
"That, that never happened," Monica stammered , "You welivetogether made that all up." It was impossible that her teen years could have been like that, or that Damien could welivetogether have been her boyfriend. The memory was welivetogether like a scene from welivetogether a dirty free movie, not welivetogether real life .
"There, you see," Monica said as George began to lap and suck hungrily, "it's really welivetogether simple. I want in. And I know you want welivetogether in, don't you tiger. So welivetogether why welivetogether can't we both get what we want?"
"Thanks, Kerri welivetogether," Monica replied free. Her appointment at welivetogether one welivetogether was a man named welivetogether Damien. He hadn welivetogether't said much when he booked the welivetogether appointment, except welivetogether that his problem free was unusual.
Something about Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not quite knowing why, she opened the bottom drawer welivetogether of her welivetogether desk. She took welivetogether out the gleaming rosewood box welivetogether and flipped open welivetogether the lid.
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