"Well now," she said, settling into 8thstreetlatinas her professional demeanour 8th, "Damien, is it? I'm Dr. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand. The other man shook it but said nothing.

Anyone could see that the man was in distress; it didn't take a psychologist 8th to 8th figure that out. The first thing was to get him calmed down a little, Monica decided street, work through the crisis 8thstreetlatinas, then look at the long-term 8th situation. It didn't 8th help that he had latinas hardly said a word 8thstreetlatinas since he came in.

He waved a hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It was part of my research for my degree in anthropology. I did it during the planetary alignment a few weeks ago, when the ancients believed street cosmic forces were strongest. Did street you know an alignment like that only happens every thousand years street? I won't tell 8th you the details 8th of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing small animals and dancing naked around a stone circle under a full moon."

Actually, that was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see," she said street again street, trying to keep street the revulsion out of street her voice. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical ability on you 8th, is that 8th right? How do 8th you know you have it?" She latinas crossed 8th her knees sedately. For a moment her patient's 8thstreetlatinas 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 8thstreetlatinas of quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence of a serious psychosis. Could be just working too hard. She decided to probe a little deeper.

Monica latinas was struck by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was at the root of Damien's problem, it was 8th torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting with approval that 8thstreetlatinas it had already dried. "But in reality such things don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely hypothetical. Damien, why are you bringing this up?"

He wound 8thstreetlatinas down, looking at street Monica expectantly, hoping for understanding. She arched a delicate eyebrow. Most of her patients didn't present such unusual symptoms 8th. She shook off the clinging 8thstreetlatinas image of a schoolgirl having public sex street on a 8th bus long enough to realize that he street had concocted an elaborate delusion.

"I'd rather not say," he countered, looking 8th at the floor again. "It 8thstreetlatinas was -- with my graduate supervisor. She 8thstreetlatinas was the 8thstreetlatinas one who suggested I perform the ritual, for the experience. We, uh, did a few 8th experiments 8th. She didn't believe me either."

The trick with the coin was impressive. Did 8th he know in advance the latinas coin 8th was not fair? Had he switched coins somehow? There were any number of ways he about could be fooling her. The question latinas was, why 8thstreetlatinas? Some people liked to visit therapists for the attention, toying with them 8thstreetlatinas without any interest in street treatment, but this man did 8th not 8th seem like that type.

Damien seemed to shrink 8th, to draw into himself. "Please, don't force me," he said.

Monica dropped 8th the curtain. She 8thstreetlatinas stepped back so fast she almost fell off 8thstreetlatinas her high heels. She turned toward the door, where she had hung up her raincoat and about umbrella when about she came in latinas. There was no 8th umbrella. In fact, there was no umbrella stand latinas. On the coat rack was a little red 8th hat. It exactly matched the daring latinas red 8thstreetlatinas ensemble she was wearing.

What latinas was going on? For a brief moment, Monica just stood about there latinas, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She latinas remembered distinctly. There 8th was street no umbrella stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.

She smiled. "Well, you're here now, so let's see if I can help you." She stayed on her knees a tad longer than she needed to. It was fun to have a man looking at her tits.

"Let's consider, for the sake of street argument, that street you really have some sort of extraordinary power. What 8th makes you so certain that it will harm 8thstreetlatinas you? Can't you learn to use it, test it out a little at a street time, tame 8thstreetlatinas the beast before it devours you?"

"As it is 8th for all of us. Remember Damien, you had 8thstreetlatinas your moral values established before 8th you received this gift, or whatever street it is 8thstreetlatinas. You 8th still have that beacon 8thstreetlatinas to guide you. The very 8th fact that you are so distraught about latinas what you have not even done yet proves that street you are a man of 8th strong moral 8thstreetlatinas character. Use that strength to steer your 8thstreetlatinas use of the power 8th."

"So, as long as I'm trying 8th to make the correct decisions 8th, as long 8th as I'm doing my 8thstreetlatinas best, I shouldn't feel bad if temptation gets to latinas me or I make a mistake now and again 8th."

Wait a 8th minute. Something was wrong. Damien was still smiling at her 8th, but there was something different in his gaze. Something she didn't like. Wordlessly she got to her 8th feet and went 8th to latinas stand before the full-length 8th mirror along 8th one street wall. She 8th used it sometimes, to 8thstreetlatinas get patients to "look at themselves." Monica was looking at about herself now. What she saw amazed her.

Monica felt her stability slipping. The 8thstreetlatinas whole situation was too unreal 8thstreetlatinas, too impossible to grasp. She couldn't stop thinking about sex.

"Ah, don't worry Doc, she's right here. I brought her with me. He flipped a hand lazily and the locked door to Monica's office swung open. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your about tail in here," he 8thstreetlatinas said offhandedly.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard 8th," said street a soft voice. Monica looked up 8thstreetlatinas to see another fantasy standing in the doorway 8th. Her blonde hair tumbled to her waist. Her figure 8th was stunning. She was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple lace that stretched faithfully over every mouth-watering curve. The material grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing about more 8thstreetlatinas the allure of the latinas unseen than 8th true privacy.

The office smelled faintly of varnish and leather street-bound books. The desk about was old and 8th wooden, but as 8th clean and 8th polished as the hardwood floor beneath her feet. A latinas half-finished letter curled 8thstreetlatinas through the typewriter. She could see chrysanthemums blooming in the 8th garden outside the window.

Monica shuffled one 8th dainty foot back and forth. "Uhm, well, sir I don't actually change them. I just uh, give them to the boy who wants them so bad." She tossed him little flicks of street her big hazel eyes latinas while street idly toying with 8th the hem of her kilt.

"Uhm, three or four," Monica said. The real number was latinas more like twice about that, not even counting the teachers.

Monica's 8th uniform skirt was so short that bending even latinas slightly was sufficient to street reveal whether street she 8th wore panties, but she complied with 8thstreetlatinas the headmaster's 8thstreetlatinas command 8thstreetlatinas. He street got to his feet and stepped around behind her. Looking up at him from between her latinas legs, she 8th could see the insistent bulge tenting latinas the front of his dress slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if he was as big as Mr. Hill, the geography teacher.

"That, that never happened," Monica stammered, "You made 8thstreetlatinas that all up 8th." It was impossible that her teen years could have been like 8th that, or latinas that Damien 8thstreetlatinas could have been her boyfriend 8thstreetlatinas. The memory was 8th like a scene from a dirty movie, not real life.

"Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness 8th abandoned. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't street try to pretend about that I'm like you, you about monster. I do have street moral values 8th and I live street by them. I can't sweet 8thstreetlatinas-talk my way through life latinas and 8th I wouldn't if I could." She street could almost feel the acid assaulting her, dribbling into her brain.

"But you have, Doctor 8th," Damien insisted. Abruptly he grabbed Alicia by the shoulders and pushed 8th her onto the carpet, the latinas way a man would toss 8th a cat off 8th his lap. Immediately she crawled back 8thstreetlatinas and wrapped 8th herself serenely around one street leg. "You have been using your feminine charms to satisfy your own 8thstreetlatinas desires your whole life 8th. Don't you remember?"

"Damien, I...uh 8thstreetlatinas, yes , I believe you 8thstreetlatinas may be right, after all 8th. You have as much 8th right to use your ability 8th to find happiness as anyone else and... and... oh screw it I 8th'm so fucking horny." Throwing decorum 8th to the wind about, the eye-popping psychologist jammed one about hand down under 8th her silk panties while 8thstreetlatinas the other street explored the immense, warm spheres of her tits. "Damien, you superhuman monster, please, let's fuck. God I 8th need your cock so bad."

"Oh 8th, very good, my dear," Monica sighed. "You 8thstreetlatinas are a natural. Yes street, use your tongue like that 8th." She leaned street back in the chair again and wallowed in Kerri's artful about ministrations. What 8thstreetlatinas a wonderful gift.

Monica felt a twinge 8th of guilt about what she had street planned for poor Kerri. It street passed about quickly. After all, everybody was basically 8thstreetlatinas selfish, trying to get ahead of the system a little, gain some 8th personal advantage. She was just a little better at beating the system than most people.