 Her diaryofamilf employer stepped into the reception diaryofamilf area of her office, shaking out her umbrella diaryofamilf. "Lunch diaryofamilf was wet," she replied. "The streets are wet, the cab was diaryofamilf wet, and deauxma I'm wet." She folded her umbrella and ran her fingers through short brown hair diaryofamilf. "My hair is a mess," she supplied deauxma diaryofamilf. She started diaryofamilf unbuttoning her diaryofamilf raincoat. She stopped when she saw her receptionist was about to say something.
 Dr. Sondgaard about frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of diaryofamilf Kerri's well-shaped breasts. Funny she diaryofamilf had never diaryofamilf noticed them before diaryofamilf though.
 Anyone diaryofamilf could see that the man was diaryofamilf in distress diaryofamilf; it didn't take a psychologist deauxma to figure that out. The first thing was to diaryofamilf get him calmed down a little, Monica decided, work diaryofamilf through the crisis, then look at the long-term situation. It diaryofamilf didn't help that diaryofamilf he had hardly said a word since diaryofamilf he came in.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you diaryofamilf can. I'm here to help deauxma you. Nothing is going to hurt you in this office. Try taking three deep breaths diaryofamilf."
 He diaryofamilf waved a diaryofamilf hand. "I performed a ritual. It's a very old, pre- Druidic rite. It was diaryofamilf part of my research for diaryofamilf my degree deauxma in anthropology. I did it during diaryofamilf the planetary alignment a few diaryofamilf weeks ago, when the ancients believed cosmic forces were strongest diaryofamilf. Did you know an alignment like that only happens every thousand years? I won't tell deauxma diaryofamilf you the details of the ritual, but it involves sacrificing small animals and dancing naked diaryofamilf around a diaryofamilf stone deauxma circle under a full moon."
 "I know this is all true. Yet the effort of not using the power is getting diaryofamilf to be more than deauxma I diaryofamilf can bear. I can diaryofamilf feel the power inside me: tempting diaryofamilf me, eroding my willpower diaryofamilf, wearing away at my moral convictions."
 "Oh deauxma? How did you use it?"
 "I'd rather not say," he countered diaryofamilf, looking at the floor again diaryofamilf. "It was -- with my graduate supervisor. She was the one who suggested I perform the ritual, for the experience. We diaryofamilf, uh, did a few experiments. She didn diaryofamilf't believe diaryofamilf me either."
 Something in her tone diaryofamilf roused him. He looked at diaryofamilf her, considering. "The, the weather, what's it like deauxma diaryofamilf?"
 He diaryofamilf sat up a little straighter. "Say, you know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that way. I diaryofamilf mean, we're all diaryofamilf just ordinary people doing the best that we can, right?
 "So, as long as I'm trying to make the correct decisions diaryofamilf, as diaryofamilf long deauxma diaryofamilf as diaryofamilf I'm doing my best diaryofamilf, I shouldn diaryofamilf't feel bad if temptation gets to me or I make a mistake diaryofamilf now and again."
 She worked her puffy deauxma diaryofamilf red lips into a smile diaryofamilf to match deauxma his, grateful that deauxma diaryofamilf she had at deauxma diaryofamilf last been able to do something for him. There was still a great mystery diaryofamilf here, this so-called power, and diaryofamilf what it diaryofamilf was diaryofamilf really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but diaryofamilf that could wait until another diaryofamilf session. Damien diaryofamilf had made great progress deauxma.
 Monica diaryofamilf felt one of diaryofamilf those rare moments of satisfaction diaryofamilf that came from diaryofamilf knowing diaryofamilf she diaryofamilf had used her skills to genuinely help somebody deauxma. It was a diaryofamilf good feeling diaryofamilf, like the contented buzz diaryofamilf she got from sucking diaryofamilf cock.
 Monica diaryofamilf fought down a wave deauxma diaryofamilf of diaryofamilf hysteria. "Stop this. Stop -- Change me back." she diaryofamilf demanded. Her voice was diaryofamilf deep and soft as velvet.
 He looked offended diaryofamilf. "But Doc diaryofamilf, come on, you were so bland. Now about you about're diaryofamilf a total deauxma diaryofamilf dish diaryofamilf. I'm getting a about woody just looking at diaryofamilf you."
 "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 diaryofamilf's office swung open. "Hey diaryofamilf, sweetmeat, wiggle diaryofamilf your tail in here diaryofamilf," he said offhandedly.
 There was a large, plush sofa on the far side of the outer office that Monica had never seen before. Yet she diaryofamilf knew it had always been there. Kerri had arranged the low about couch to be right in diaryofamilf front of the glass-topped diaryofamilf table that served as her desk, so that male patients could see up her dress while they waited. That explained diaryofamilf why so many patients walked diaryofamilf in diaryofamilf with a hard-on. Monica shook her diaryofamilf head. How did she know this diaryofamilf?
 At diaryofamilf the moment, the diaryofamilf sofa was occupied. Kerri diaryofamilf was deauxma on the diaryofamilf bottom, or at least a busty deauxma diaryofamilf centrefold model that looked like Kerri, wearing diaryofamilf nothing diaryofamilf but deauxma diaryofamilf fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with six about-inch diaryofamilf platform heels. She had her legs in the diaryofamilf air. She was panting diaryofamilf loudly diaryofamilf as diaryofamilf she was diaryofamilf vigorously fucked by a diaryofamilf musclebound man that Monica diaryofamilf vaguely diaryofamilf recognized.
 She considered diaryofamilf jumping deauxma diaryofamilf him, maybe catching him by surprise, but she was certain she could not do that diaryofamilf. She didn diaryofamilf't know why. All she knew for certain diaryofamilf was that Damien diaryofamilf's diaryofamilf power, whatever it diaryofamilf was, was immense and real, and that diaryofamilf she dearly loved to fuck.
 Monica noticed the headmaster's eyes following her hands as she toyed girlishly with her hem. Her uniform skirt was less than 14 inches deauxma diaryofamilf long and barely covered the diaryofamilf curve diaryofamilf of her asscheeks at the best of times. It produced diaryofamilf gratifying effects whenever she bent over diaryofamilf to pull up her about knee socks.
 "Inspection? Sir diaryofamilf?"
 Monica's uniform skirt was so diaryofamilf short that bending even slightly was diaryofamilf sufficient to reveal whether she wore panties diaryofamilf, but diaryofamilf she complied with the headmaster's command about. He got to his feet and stepped around behind her. Looking up diaryofamilf at diaryofamilf him from about between her legs, she diaryofamilf could see the insistent bulge tenting the front of diaryofamilf his diaryofamilf dress deauxma diaryofamilf slacks. She smiled inwardly. She wondered briefly if diaryofamilf he was as big diaryofamilf as Mr. Hill, the geography teacher.
 "That, that never diaryofamilf happened," Monica stammered, "You made that all up." It was impossible that her teen years could have diaryofamilf been like diaryofamilf that, or that Damien could have been her diaryofamilf boyfriend. The memory was like diaryofamilf a scene from a diaryofamilf dirty movie, not real life.
 Damien said diaryofamilf: "Don't your see, Doctor? We are about all fundamentally selfish, always diaryofamilf taking advantage of others for our own benefit. Even deauxma diaryofamilf you about. I'm a little better at deauxma diaryofamilf beating the system, that's all."
 George groaned in helpless lust. He began to paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more kisses. There was a patient on the other diaryofamilf side of the curtain but he was heavily sedated and Monica didn't care diaryofamilf.
 "I admit some of my behaviour deauxma diaryofamilf might be construed as immoral," Damien observed thoughtfully, "but your life-long manipulations diaryofamilf of others in pursuit of wealth and pleasure are immoral to a similar degree. By comparison, my faults are minor. You see diaryofamilf that now, don't you Doctor?"
 He turned and walked away, just as Kerri screamed in delight as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in unison as her own diaryofamilf peak consumed her diaryofamilf. She felt the acid filter down into the bottom deauxma diaryofamilf of her soul.
 Monica leaned back in her plush leather chair and diaryofamilf plopped her four diaryofamilf and a half inch diaryofamilf heels deauxma diaryofamilf up on the desk. She was wearing her diaryofamilf favourite hip-boots, soft as butter and tight as a coat of paint. She pulled up her brief skirt and ran her hand lovingly up and down one diaryofamilf black-encased leg.
 At times, Monica's whole life seemed slightly diaryofamilf unreal. Her success diaryofamilf, her beauty, her uncanny ability to seduce and enamour men and women with ease, all seemed diaryofamilf to defy the laws of nature diaryofamilf. Even the diaryofamilf little things, like these custom-made boots that fit so incredibly diaryofamilf well deauxma diaryofamilf, or the fact that her breasts never sagged in diaryofamilf spite of diaryofamilf their size, had a kind of impossible air to them deauxma diaryofamilf. She sometimes felt like she diaryofamilf was living inside somebody else's erotic daydream. She dismissed these thoughts, of course. Reality wasn't something that could be arbitrarily deauxma diaryofamilf modified. She had just been very lucky.
 Something about Damien got her thinking about diaryofamilf a gift. Not quite knowing why, she opened diaryofamilf the bottom drawer of her desk. She took out the gleaming rosewood about box and flipped open diaryofamilf the lid.
 "Oh my," she about breathed, turning the diaryofamilf gleaming device over in her hands diaryofamilf. "This is special." There diaryofamilf was an inscription along one side. Engraved in elegant diaryofamilf script, it read diaryofamilf, "To Dr. Sucksgood diaryofamilf, one diaryofamilf swell shrink."
 "Doctor," Kerri said in a deauxma diaryofamilf small, respectful voice, "would you like me to... clean you up?" Her eyes deauxma diaryofamilf were bright diaryofamilf with hope and yearning diaryofamilf. The second gift.
 She spread her deauxma legs a little wider, as the acid seeped deeper into her soul.
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