 Her employer stepped into the reception area of gayass her office, shaking out her umbrella gayass. "Lunch was wet," she replied gay. "The streets are wet, the gayass cab gay was wet, and I'm wet." She folded her umbrella and ran blonde ass her fingers through short brown hair. "My hair gay is a mess," she supplied. She started unbuttoning her raincoat. She stopped when she saw her receptionist was about to blonde ass say something enter.
 Monica encouraged him gently. "Good. Now just lean back gayass and relax. Tell gayass me what is troubling you. Begin anywhere. We'll straighten ass out the gay details as we go."
 "Doctor blonde ass," the man said, "You have got gay to help me. I can't handle this any more gay. I read in the paper that you know something about the paranormal. Maybe you can understand. I have this -- this thing inside me, this power gay or enter ability or something -- and it's gayass driving me crazy."
 Monica groaned inwardly. Not another ass one. Eight months earlier she had written a paper for a gay psychological enter journal about paranormal blonde ass experiences such as hauntings and blonde ass alien abductions. Even though her paper gay showed how all these traumas could be explained enter and treated by conventional therapy, it blonde ass had led to a parade of oddballs through her office.
 "I have ass no idea," he ass replied. "I don't understand it. It's just that I think -- no blonde, I know that gay somehow I can change things. With my gayass mind, I mean. I can manipulate gayass things and gay events around me. It's frightening."
 The slender brunette flicked a blonde speck of dust off her designer suit. She wrote "delusional?" in gayass her notebook gay. "I see," she said, although she didn't. "You have enter some special mental ability. Where did gayass this, uhm, "power" come blonde from?"
 He drew a breath gay. "Doctor, are you familiar with gay the folk gay wisdom that a man has a sexual enter thought about gay every fifteen gay minutes?"
 "Because that is my whole problem. This enter power gayass of mine, it doesn gay't just reside gayass in my conscious mind, it's in my gayass unconscious mind too. It's become gay an integral part of my being. Look, how do enter you raise your gayass arm? You don gay't think about it, you just do it gay. You want your gay arm to be raised, and your unconscious mind takes care of the details."
 He gay was becoming increasingly gay agitated. He got up from the couch and began to pace blonde ass back and forth, gesticulating gay as he blonde ass spoke. "This power gayass of mine, this thing in blonde ass my head, it works just like that blonde. I gay don't have to do anything. I just have to want something to change, and it changes."
 He sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he said softly. "An ass acid of the mind. It eats away at my humanity gayass, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually gay it will leak out, and gay my soul will be indelibly gay stained."
 She gay said: "If gayass your new power is too corruptive to use gayass, then how do you know gay it really exists gay?" It was time to challenge his contorted perception.
 "Because I already have gayass," he said quietly.
 She flipped the coin, let it land gay on her desk blonde ass. It did come down heads gay. "That's gayass not very impressive ass," she said. "Fifty-fifty chance."
 "Do it again."
 She tossed the blonde ass coin on the desk. It landed heads up. For a gay moment it looked like gay the gay figure embossed on gay the enter coin was laughing.
 "Please," he blonde ass said again. "I don't enter want gay to do this."
 When he blonde ass lifted gay his eyes Monica realized ass he had indeed ass been looking up her gay brief skirt. Now gay his attention shifted to her blonde cleavage blonde. She blonde ass felt a gayass familiar thrill run through her. "Oh my word, you're enter an attractive woman," he said irrelevantly, "I should never gayass have gay come here."
 "Let's consider, for the sake of argument, that you really have blonde ass some sort of extraordinary power. What gayass makes you enter so certain that it will harm you? Can't you learn to use it, test it out a little at a blonde ass time, tame the beast before gay it devours you gay?"
 "What do you gay mean?" He gay sounded gay interested.
 "Suppose you set rules for yourself. Decide beforehand enter that you will never use the blonde ass power unless it does demonstrable good. Lay out a few ground rules. Then try some test runs. Something really small. Go to a gayass hospital and improve somebody's diagnosis. Help a little ass old lady across the street."
 For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you think enter that could gay work?"
 "Frankly gay, I have no idea. I don't gay really blonde ass know what I'm dealing with here. But gay I blonde am certain that nothing is to gay be gained, in your life in gay general or your therapy with me, from gay you blaming yourself for gay all humanity's frailties."
 "That's gay the spirit gay," Monica encouraged him. "You see, you don't have to gayass carry the weight of the gay world gay on your shoulders, regardless of how strange your situation may gay be gayass."
 She noticed his gaze lingering on her titanic titties again. She loved the gay way men were gay always staring at her ass chest gay. That was why she wore --
 Wait gay a minute gay. Something enter was blonde wrong gayass. Damien was blonde still smiling at her enter, but there was something different in his gaze. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she got to her feet gayass and went to stand before the full gay-length mirror along one wall. She used it sometimes, to get enter patients to "look at gay themselves." Monica gay was looking at herself blonde ass now. What she saw amazed her.
 Monica fought down a wave of hysteria. "Stop this. Stop -- Change gay me back." she demanded. Her voice gay was deep and soft as velvet.
 Monica looked out to her outer office. Kerri ass, would be at gay her desk. She could get help. "Kerri." she shouted gay, as loud as she could ass.
 Even in her nearly hysterical state, Monica recognized rationalization. "No, Damien blonde ass, no," she pleaded. "That's the oldest trick ass in the book. To convince gay yourself that whatever you want to gay do just happens to be the gay best enter choice. You're only gay deceiving enter yourself." She spoke gay in a lilting gay sing-song she couldn't seem to ass do ass anything about. She brushed long hair back from one perfect ear.
 "Tell gay me, so I can understand the extent of gayass this indecency gay, how many boys were... buying your panties?"
 Monica twirled gayass a strand of lustrous brown hair around one gay finger. "Uhm, usually two pounds or so, but five pounds if I'd just come back from gym class."
 Monica giggled. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling on his ear enter. "He's probably in there stroking himself right now." She kissed ass him deeply. "I gay'm so gay turned gayass on," she whispered, many seconds later gay.
 "Ooooh, George, you gay randy man," Monica chided, letting him press her body against gayass his. "Are you walking around with gay a big hard for me again?" She was in her gayass red gayass and white candy-striper's uniform, her gay enormous breasts spilling out ass the gayass top enter, the skirt far shorter than anyone could possibly get away with, yet somehow she did. "What about your wife gayass?"
 George groaned in helpless lust ass. He began to paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more kisses. There was a patient on the other side of the curtain but he was gay heavily sedated and Monica didn't care.
 Her patient got to his feet, idly kicking Alicia aside. She giggled like a foolish girl. Damien said: "Sorry Doctor, I think it gay's time for me to gay go blonde ass. You have a blonde ass lot of reminiscing to do gay."
 Lazily, she picked up the trade magazine gay that was gay lying on her desk. It carried a centre-spread article entitled "Dr gay. Monica ass Sucksgood: Therapist to the gay Rich and Famous." Monica's blonde movie-star face gazed back from the gay photograph accompanying gayass the article with blonde ass a look hot enough to set gay the paper on fire.
 The article was ass shameless boosterism about Monica and her lavish success. It didn gay't spend a ass lot of time gay on technical matters like psychological techniques or success rates. It gayass did not mention that Monica's satisfied, madly devoted patients left gay her gay services gay more screwed up than when ass they gay arrived.
 "Oh, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You gay are a natural. Yes gay, use your tongue like that gay." She leaned back in the chair again and blonde wallowed in Kerri's gay artful ass ministrations. What a wonderful gift.
 She started planning blonde ass some changes for her little receptionist. First thing was to enter get her into some properly revealing clothes blonde ass. Something gayass to distract the ass patients, to make Monica gay's job of separating them from their money a little gayass easier. Fishnet stockings and spike-heeled platform blonde ass sandals would be her trademark. No underwear. Kerri was living with her boyfriend, but Monica would tell her to gay dump him blonde. She wasn't about to share that tongue with anybody.
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