"Doctor," the gina man said, "You lynn have got to help me. I can't gina handle this gina any more gina. I read ginalynn in the paper video that you know something about the paranormal. Maybe you gina depalma can understand gina. I have this -- this thing inside me, this power gina or ability or something -- and it's gina driving me crazy."

Monica could already see the outline gina of the man's problem. Some sort of quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and gina depalma reality. Could be evidence of gina a serious psychosis. Could be just ginalynn working too hard. She decided to gina probe a little deeper lynn.

"So you gina believe lynn you now have an gina exceptional mental ability. You can change things gina around gina you, I think you said? So what exactly gina depalma is ginalynn the problem gina?"

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

"Because I already have," he said quietly gina.

"Oh? How did you use it?"

Monica sat down again. She noticed his eyes on her nylons but decided not to pull down her miniskirt. Let gina him look. Better men should admire her shapely legs than video ignore her small chest.

"Yes," he gina replied. "I don't want to. That's gina my whole point. It video's too easy to use the power gina. It's seductive. Sure, just try one little thing. One small change gina. Make your life a little lynn easier. Let gina a bit of the acid out." He gina shook his head.

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

Damien depalma was leaning over, his hands clasped in his lap. "I asked you not to make me do that. Oh god lynn, it's gina so damned easy."

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

For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you gina think that gina could work?"

He sat up a little straighter. "Say, you ginalynn know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that way. I mean, we're gina all just ordinary lynn people doing the best that we can, right?

She gina worked her puffy red lips into a smile to match his, grateful that she had at last been able gina to do something for him. There was still a great gina depalma mystery here, this so-called power gina, and what it gina was really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that could wait gina until gina depalma another session ginalynn. Damien ginalynn had ginalynn made great progress.

Monica felt one of gina those rare moments of satisfaction gina that gina came from knowing she had used her gina skills to genuinely help somebody. It was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she gina got from sucking cock.

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

What had been a drab gina brown suit was now a shamelessly brief, tight microskirt ginalynn, a see ginalynn-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned gina bolero gina jacket, all in the finest silk ginalynn. The scarlet jacket had gold buttons and gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously to gina a figure that clearly wasn't hers; not with those spectacular legs, that narrow waist and dandy bottom, or those frankly gina enormous breasts that lynn would have looked ridiculous had gina they not been so high video and jutting.

After a ginalynn long moment ginalynn a breathless voice gina responded gina: "S-Security."

"This is Dr. Sucksgood, I mean gina Sondgaard, in 319. I ginalynn need a security detail, on the double." Damn, her ginalynn voice sounded so sexy.

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

"She's busy, Doc," Damien said.

At the moment, the sofa was occupied depalma. Kerri was on depalma the bottom, or at least a ginalynn busty centrefold model that gina looked like Kerri, wearing nothing but depalma fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with six-inch platform gina heels. She had her legs in the air. She was panting loudly as she was gina depalma vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized.

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

"Yes, sir," Monica said gina contritely. She was standing in front of his desk in her school uniform, a starched white blouse and plaid kilt, knee-socks and patent black mary gina-janes. At sixteen she was tall for her gina age and exceptionally well developed. Her thin blouse strained over bursting breasts gina depalma that were already gina the envy of every girl in the school lynn.

"Thank gina depalma you, sir," Monica said gina sweetly.

"You might lose your panties gina," Damien sniggered. He already had both hands gina under her tiny skirt gina.

A chilling thought passed through her. Damien likened his power to an unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking out. Corroding everything it encountered gina. She gripped the back of her chair for support.

Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We are all fundamentally selfish, always taking advantage of gina others for our own benefit. Even you. I'm a little better at beating the system, that's all ginalynn."

"Why, George, I'm surprised at video you. Just because I gina depalma accepted gina your gina gifts and sucked you off gina a couple of gina times gina doesn't mean I'll hop gina into bed gina with you." She gina depalma nibbled on gina his ear saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I'm sure your big cock would feel sooo good ginalynn deep inside me." In her platform gina-heeled sandals she was as tall as ginalynn him gina.

"Georgy gina," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember what we talked about the other day gina?"

Lazily, she picked up the trade gina magazine that was lying on her gina desk video. It gina carried a centre-spread article gina entitled gina depalma "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica's gina movie-star face gazed gina back from the photograph accompanying depalma the article gina with a look video hot enough gina depalma to set the paper on fire.

"Thanks gina, Kerri," Monica replied gina depalma. Her appointment at one ginalynn was a man named Damien. He hadn't said much gina when he booked gina the appointment, except that his depalma problem was gina unusual.

"Doctor," Kerri lynn said in a gina small, respectful gina voice, "would you like me to... clean you up ginalynn?" Her eyes were gina bright with hope and yearning gina. The second gift.

Monica ginalynn waggled a finger at her. "Come here," she said. Instantly the young girl trotted around and knelt between Monica's skin gina depalma- smooth black boots. She leaned ginalynn forward, tongue extended, and gina began gina depalma to lick tentatively. She made a ginalynn little mewling sound gina deep in depalma her throat.