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     She stepped farmsecrets into her private office, raincoat over one arm farmsecrets. She locked the door farmsecrets for farmsecrets privacy. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said to the man who looked farmsecrets up from the couch. "I almost drowned waiting for a cab." She hung up the raincoat and farmsecrets umbrella, then smoothed out farmsecrets her modest brown suit. She kicked farmsecrets off farmsecrets her wet shoes and stepped into a different pair farmsecrets, black flats like she always wore.
     Anyone farmsecrets could farmsecrets see that the man was in distress; it didn't take farmsecrets a psychologist to figure that farmsecrets out. The first thing was to farmsecrets get him calmed down farmsecrets a little, Monica decided, work through the crisis, then look farmsecrets at the long-term farmsecrets situation. It didn't help that he had hardly said a word since farmsecrets he came in.
     "I have no idea," he replied farmsecrets. "I don't understand it. It farmsecrets's just that I think -- no, I know farmsecrets that somehow I can change things. With my mind, I farmsecrets mean. I farmsecrets can manipulate farmsecrets things and events around me. It's frightening farmsecrets."
     Damien ran a hand through uncombed hair. "I knew farmsecrets it the farmsecrets instant farmsecrets it happened farmsecrets. I don't know how farmsecrets to explain it. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with mud and blood, I felt, sensed, a change in the natural farmsecrets order of things, a shift in the force or cosmic energy, call join it what you will. Something flowed into me, into my mind, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless, and very powerful ."
     "So you believe you now have an exceptional mental ability. You can change things around you, I farmsecrets think farmsecrets you join said? So what exactly is the farmsecrets problem?"
     "But what if he could fulfil these fantasies farmsecrets, however fleeting? What if farmsecrets he could farmsecrets make the girl stop and farmsecrets strip and bend farmsecrets over so he farmsecrets could admire her behind? What if he could make a farmsecrets sexy schoolgirl jump into his farmsecrets lap farmsecrets on the bus and make out with him until her stop? Better farmsecrets yet, what if he could transform any farmsecrets ordinary schoolgirl into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires that farmsecrets float around in the bilgewater of everybody's farmsecrets unconscious mind? What would farmsecrets become of him then?"
     "Because that is my whole problem. This farmsecrets power of mine, it doesn 't just reside in my farmsecrets conscious mind, it's in my unconscious mind too. It's become farmsecrets an integral part of my join being. Look , how do you raise your arm? You don farmsecrets't think about it, you just do it. You want your arm to be raised, and your unconscious mind takes care of the details."
     "Do you have any idea what a burden that is? The world as we know it would collapse if we farmsecrets could all indulge our farmsecrets selfish whims. I have to guard farmsecrets my thoughts every minute, lest one of my subconscious desires suddenly come true. Every time I see a pretty girl I have farmsecrets to concentrate on not thinking about her. I can't go into a bank because farmsecrets I farmsecrets'm afraid I'll have a stray thought and someone will start farmsecrets giving me money. It's the curse of the Midas farmsecrets touch, to the second power."
     "I know this is all true. Yet the effort of not using the farmsecrets power is getting to be more than I can farmsecrets bear. I join can feel the power inside me: tempting me, eroding farmsecrets my willpower, wearing away at my moral farmsecrets convictions."
     He wound down, looking at Monica expectantly, hoping for join understanding. She arched a farmsecrets delicate eyebrow. Most of her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms. She shook off the clinging image of a schoolgirl having public sex on a farmsecrets bus long enough to realize that he had concocted an elaborate join delusion farmsecrets.
     She farmsecrets said: "If your new farmsecrets power is too corruptive farmsecrets to use, then how do you know it really exists?" It farmsecrets was farmsecrets time to challenge his contorted perception farmsecrets.
     "Oh? How farmsecrets did you use it?"
     "I can't say I blame her farmsecrets," she farmsecrets said farmsecrets, trying farmsecrets not to sound join accusatory. "Why should she, or I farmsecrets?" You farmsecrets insist you have this supernatural ability, but you refuse farmsecrets to demonstrate it. Surely you can do something farmsecrets, some small thing to prove you're not fabricating all this." It was necessary to force him to confront his delusion.
     She flipped the coin, let it land on her desk. It did come down heads. "That's not very impressive," she farmsecrets said. "Fifty-fifty chance farmsecrets."
     "Please," he said again farmsecrets. "I don farmsecrets't want to do this."
     Monica pulled herself farmsecrets together. Whatever was going on here, she still had a patient that farmsecrets needed help. She farmsecrets knelt down in farmsecrets front of him. "Damien, listen to me," she said gently, lifting his head farmsecrets in one hand.
     She worked her puffy red lips into a farmsecrets smile to match farmsecrets his, grateful that farmsecrets she had at last been able to join do something for him. There was still a great mystery here, this farmsecrets so-called farmsecrets power, and what it was really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that could wait until another session. Damien had made great progress.
     Monica felt one farmsecrets of those rare moments of satisfaction that came from knowing she farmsecrets had used her skills to genuinely help somebody. It was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from sucking farmsecrets cock.
     The woman in the mirror was her, but it was not her. It was like an erotic caricature of herself, a farmsecrets cartoon drawn by a horny teenager farmsecrets with a vivid imagination. Her hair farmsecrets was long, thick and wavy, her lips pouty and red. Big farmsecrets hazel eyes smouldered back at her from underneath long lashes.
     After farmsecrets a long moment a breathless voice farmsecrets responded farmsecrets: "S-Security."
     Another farmsecrets long pause. "Uh farmsecrets, (huff), yeah, right, umh, oh god baby, just like that, yeah , sure uh farmsecrets, doc farmsecrets, but uh, me and Aprile and umh, what's join your name sweetie? uh, Margaret, we're farmsecrets kinda busy right now, oh shit that's so good. Can we farmsecrets (huff, huff), make it in, about (gasp farmsecrets), twenty minutes. No, don't stop, please, keep it up, make that farmsecrets uh, half an hour, watch it girls I'm gonna blow farmsecrets again."
     "I didn't mean for this to happen," the professor said. "I farmsecrets thought you might be able to help him, I really did. He was struggling so with his conscience, I thought there might be some farmsecrets hope of redemption. But it was already too late. I join'm so sorry Doctor farmsecrets. There was farmsecrets nothing you could do."
     "Au contraire, my little sextoy," said Damien casually. "The good doctor has done so much for me. She found the key to free me from my guilt. It's like being let out of prison. For the first time in my life I'm truly free."
     Holding on to her farmsecrets sanity with a slender thread, Monica farmsecrets considered her options. Damien was clearly insane. The conflict farmsecrets between his conscience and his ability had driven him mad farmsecrets. The acid had indeed stained his soul.
     The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do farmsecrets that farmsecrets," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh-high boots farmsecrets, the tightest Monica farmsecrets had ever join seen. The sleek leather glistened farmsecrets as she sidled up to where Damien was farmsecrets sitting, managing her high-high heels farmsecrets with an ease that could only come from long farmsecrets practice. Just farmsecrets watching farmsecrets her made Monica tingle.
     "You should farmsecrets not feel like you have farmsecrets failed farmsecrets, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked Alicia's long hair affectionately. The look on her face was pure bliss. "You have shown me the way to farmsecrets free myself from my conscience, even if I have join rather succumbed to temptation. I'm trying to do good things. Alicia has never been so farmsecrets happy. Neither has your secretary."
     The headmaster leaned forward urgently farmsecrets. "Tell me the truth now, girl. Is it true that you have been giving -- no, selling. -- selling your... undergarments to the farmsecrets boys in farmsecrets your join class?"
     Monica twirled a strand of lustrous brown hair around one finger. "Uhm, usually two pounds or so, but farmsecrets five pounds if I'd just come back from gym class."
     "Let's go to the storeroom."
     The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's... not here," he replied, desperate join. "It's just you and me. Please, Monica farmsecrets, darling, let farmsecrets me love you. I'm going join insane." His farmsecrets groping hands found their way under her racy uniform.
     George groaned in farmsecrets helpless lust join. He began to farmsecrets paw farmsecrets and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more farmsecrets kisses. There was a patient on the other side of the curtain farmsecrets but he was farmsecrets heavily sedated and Monica didn farmsecrets't care.
     One delicate hand slipped farmsecrets down into his scrubs. "But farmsecrets you're the farmsecrets head of the whole school, Georgy," Monica purred farmsecrets. "You can let in whoever you want, can't you? Couldn farmsecrets't you make one little exception, just for me?"
     "Doctor farmsecrets," Kerri said in a small, respectful voice, "would farmsecrets you like me to... clean you up farmsecrets?" Her eyes were farmsecrets bright with hope join and farmsecrets yearning. The second gift.
     Monica waggled a finger at her. "Come farmsecrets here," she said. Instantly the young girl trotted around and knelt between Monica's skin- smooth black boots. She leaned forward, tongue farmsecrets extended, and began to lick farmsecrets tentatively. She made a farmsecrets little mewling sound deep in her throat.
     "Oh, very farmsecrets good, my dear," Monica sighed farmsecrets. "You are a natural farmsecrets. Yes, use your tongue farmsecrets like that." She leaned back in the chair again and wallowed in Kerri farmsecrets's artful ministrations. What a wonderful gift.