 "Well now," she said, settling into her professional demeanour vip, "Damien, is it? I'm Dr vipcrew. Monica Sondgaard." She extended a hand nail vip. The other man shook it but said nothing.
 The man hadn't shaved for a couple of days. His clothing was clean but rumpled. His eyes were haunted, shifting nervously crew this way and that. He avoided looking crew at her.
 He drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the folk wisdom that vip a man crew has a sexual thought about every vipcrew fifteen minutes crew?"
 "Yes vip, of course."
 "Those thoughts are mostly vip pretty harmless, right? They're momentary vip fantasies. A man vip sees vipcrew a pretty nail vip girl on vip the street and he thinks, 'wow, nice ass. I wonder vipcrew what she would nail look like bending over on a diving board.' A moment later he has forgotten all about vipcrew it."
 Monica was struck crew by the intensity of his speech. Whatever was vipcrew at the root vip of Damien vipcrew's problem nail vip, it was torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting with vipcrew approval vip that it had already dried. "But in reality such things don't happen," she said vipcrew reasonably. "So any question of vipcrew wish fulfilment is vip entirely hypothetical. Damien, why vip are you bringing vipcrew this up?"
 Something about the way he said vipcrew that vip troubled Monica. She decided nail to press on.
 "Do it again."
 She tossed the coin on the desk. It landed heads up about. For a moment vip it looked like the figure embossed on the coin was laughing.
 Dr vipcrew. Sondgaard smiled vipcrew indulgently. "OK, Damien. Let's vip allow that nail vip you can vip influence how this coin comes down. That's hardly a demonstration of supernatural vip power. Can't crew you do a vip little better?"
 "Yes," he replied. "I don't vip want to. That's my vip whole point vip. It's too easy to use the about power. It's seductive. Sure, just try one little thing. One small change. Make your life vip a little easier vip. Let a bit of the acid out." He shook his vip head.
 Something in her tone roused him vip. He vipcrew looked at her, considering. "The, the weather, what's it like?"
 Damien vip was leaning over, his hands clasped in his lap. "I asked you not to make about me do that. Oh god, it's so damned easy."
 Monica felt her stability slipping. The whole situation was too unreal, too impossible to crew grasp. She couldn't stop crew thinking crew about sex.
 He was still grinning. "Ah, but Doc, I vip'm not ordinary people any more, am I? I crew'm something more. Besides vip, it's too late for me vip.
 There was a vip large, plush sofa on the far side of the outer office that Monica had never seen before. Yet vip she knew it had always been there. Kerri had vip arranged the low couch to be right in front of vipcrew the glass vipcrew-topped vipcrew table that served as her desk, so that male patients could see up vip her dress while vip they waited. That explained why so many patients walked vipcrew in with a hard-on. Monica vip shook her head. How did she know this?
 "That nail vip's Mr nail vip. Albright, your two-o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him a little with his shyness and agoraphobia. Of course vip, a nine-inch cock and sheer animal magnetism that vipcrew few women can nail resist will help a lot too."
 "You should not feel like you have failed, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked Alicia's long hair affectionately vip. The look on her face was pure bliss. "You have shown me the way to free vipcrew myself from vip my conscience, even vip if I have vip rather crew succumbed to temptation. I'm trying to do good vip things vip. Alicia has never been so happy. Neither about has about your secretary."
 "Young lady pay attention when vip I speak nail to you."
 The headmaster took a deep breath. "All right vip," he said at vip last. "Ordinarily, this about would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes roamed over her svelte vipcrew curves as Monica gave him her best puppy-dog look. "But," he vip amended vip quickly, "I don't want vip to be harsh vip; especially to vip a student that seems otherwise so... promising. His gaze lingered on her overfilled nail vip blouse vip. The top two buttons vipcrew had come vip undone vip.
 "Yes nail vip, sir," Monica said. She shifted nail position a little and the headmaster's attention came back to her flaring crew thighs.
 The headmaster groaned. He shifted position in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "All right," he said vipcrew at last. "I see what we will have vip to do. You are not to vip remove your undergarments for anyone vip while you are on the school grounds. Is that understood?"
 "Yes, sir."
 Monica's uniform skirt was nail vip so short that bending even slightly crew was sufficient to vipcrew reveal whether she vip wore panties, but she complied about with the headmaster nail's vip command. He got to his feet and vip stepped around behind her. Looking up vip at vipcrew him nail from between crew her legs, she could see vipcrew the insistent bulge tenting the front vip of his dress vip slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if vip he vip was as big as Mr. Hill, the geography teacher.
 "That nail's OK," she replied, "I vip've had my inspection."
 A chilling thought passed vipcrew through her. Damien likened his power to about an unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it encountered. She gripped the crew back of her chair for support.
 "Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned. She resisted the urge to vip scream. "Don't try vip to pretend that I'm like you, you vip monster vip. I do have moral values vip and I vip live by them. I can't sweet-talk my crew way through life and I wouldn't if I could." She could almost feel the vip acid assaulting her, dribbling into her brain.
 "What vip? Please vipcrew, honey, I told you there's nothing I nail vip can do. It's the best vipcrew psychiatric nail vip school vip in the country. We get thousands vip of applicants. There's a crew waiting list..."
 The older man was gasping for vipcrew breath. "Monica, darling... please... It, it's not that uh vipcrew. oh vip god, not that easy. You need uhn, transcripts and, and r-references..."
 The article vipcrew was shameless boosterism about Monica and her lavish success. It didn't spend a lot of time on technical matters like psychological vip techniques or crew success vip rates. It did not mention that Monica's vip satisfied, madly devoted patients left her services more screwed up than when they arrived.
 Monica vip was glad vipcrew he had backed out. It gave her a few moments to relax. She nail vip remembered nail a boyfriend in high school named Damien. Best vip damned lover she'd ever had. She wondered what ever happened to him vipcrew.
 This was nail vip the perfect vip time vip to take this baby out for a vipcrew test drive nail, Monica decided. She unzipped her white sweater vip, which sprang apart instantly. Her enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica ran the tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice crew," she whispered, eyes closed.
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