 Monica groaned inwardly. Not another one. Eight months earlier she had written fasttimesatnau a paper for fasttimesatnau a psychological fasttimesatnau journal about paranormal experiences such as hauntings and alien abductions. Even fasttimesatnau though fasttimesatnau her paper showed how all these about traumas could be explained fasttimesatnau and treated fasttimesatnau by fasttimesatnau conventional therapy, it had led to a parade of oddballs through her fasttimesatnau office.
 She kept her continence fasttimesatnau even. "What kind of power, Damien?" she asked gently.
 Monica could fasttimesatnau already see the outline of the man fasttimesatnau's problem. Some sort of fasttimesatnau quasi-religious experience had caused a delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could fasttimesatnau be evidence of a serious psychosis. Could about be just working fasttimesatnau too hard. She decided to probe a little deeper.
 "I fasttimesatnau page know this is all true fasttimesatnau. Yet fasttimesatnau the effort of not fasttimesatnau page using the power page is getting to be fasttimesatnau more fasttimesatnau than I can bear. I can feel the power inside me: tempting me about, eroding my willpower, wearing fasttimesatnau away at my moral convictions."
 "Oh? How did fasttimesatnau you use fasttimesatnau it?"
 She flipped it five more times. It landed heads every time. She tried catching the fasttimesatnau coin in the air fasttimesatnau. Still about heads. She caught it and fasttimesatnau page slapped it on her wrist, reversing fasttimesatnau the orientation in which she caught it.
 She tossed the coin on the desk. It landed fasttimesatnau heads up. For a fasttimesatnau moment it looked like the figure embossed fasttimesatnau on the coin was fasttimesatnau laughing.
 Monica got to her fasttimesatnau feet. She felt the pleasant swish of her little mini sliding over her panties, silk against silk, as fasttimesatnau she made her way over to the windows along page one fasttimesatnau side of the office fasttimesatnau. She could hear the beat of the fasttimesatnau page rain pelting against the glass.
 When he lifted his fasttimesatnau eyes Monica realized he had indeed been fasttimesatnau page looking fasttimesatnau up her brief skirt fasttimesatnau. Now his fasttimesatnau attention shifted to her fasttimesatnau cleavage. She felt fasttimesatnau a familiar fasttimesatnau thrill run through fasttimesatnau her. "Oh my word, you fasttimesatnau're an attractive woman," he said irrelevantly, "I should fasttimesatnau never have fasttimesatnau come here."
 "Right."
 "So, as long as I'm trying to make the correct decisions, as long as I'm doing my best, I shouldn fasttimesatnau't feel bad if temptation gets to me or fasttimesatnau I make a mistake now and about again."
 Unexpectedly fasttimesatnau, the image of Damien's hard-on sent fasttimesatnau a thrill fasttimesatnau of excitement through her. She set her fasttimesatnau page jaw fasttimesatnau. She marched over fasttimesatnau to the desk, four-inch heels sinking into the plush carpet, and jabbed fasttimesatnau the emergency button on the intercom. Her fingernail was flawlessly polished.
 After a long moment a breathless voice responded: "S fasttimesatnau-Security."
 "This is Dr. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I need a security detail, on the double." Damn, her voice sounded so sexy.
 Another long pause. "Uh, (huff), yeah, right, umh, oh god baby, just like fasttimesatnau that, yeah, sure uh, doc, but uh fasttimesatnau, me and Aprile and umh, what's your name sweetie? uh, Margaret, we're kinda busy right now fasttimesatnau, oh shit that's so good. Can we (huff, huff), make fasttimesatnau it in, about (gasp), twenty minutes. No, don't stop, please, keep it up, make that uh fasttimesatnau, half an fasttimesatnau hour, watch it girls I'm gonna blow again."
 The line went dead.
 She tried again. "The point is, just because you have fasttimesatnau slipped once, given fasttimesatnau into fasttimesatnau temptation fasttimesatnau, doesn't mean your cause is lost. You can admit a mistake, fix it and carry on. That's what fasttimesatnau we all do. Remember a fasttimesatnau few minutes ago we talked about ordinary people fasttimesatnau doing the fasttimesatnau best that we can fasttimesatnau? That's what you need to remember."
 Monica looked out to her outer office. Kerri, would be at fasttimesatnau her desk fasttimesatnau. She could about get help! "Kerri fasttimesatnau!" she shouted, as fasttimesatnau loud as page she could.
 "She's busy, Doc," Damien said.
 Monica felt her panties moisten. The sight fasttimesatnau of the two lovers bucking fasttimesatnau and fasttimesatnau pumping in fasttimesatnau her office instantly turned on her juices, as virtually anything sexual always did. No, wait, he had fasttimesatnau changed that too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what was fasttimesatnau real and about what was Damien's artifice.
 "I didn't mean for this fasttimesatnau to happen," the professor said. "I thought you might be able to fasttimesatnau help him, I really fasttimesatnau did. He was struggling so with his conscience, I thought fasttimesatnau there might be some hope of redemption. But it was fasttimesatnau already too late. I'm page so sorry Doctor. There was nothing you could do."
 She considered jumping him, maybe catching him by surprise, but she was certain she could not do that. She page didn't know why fasttimesatnau page. All she knew for certain was that Damien's power, whatever it was, was immense and real, and that she dearly loved to fuck.
 The fasttimesatnau blonde was shaking fasttimesatnau her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do that fasttimesatnau," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh fasttimesatnau-high fasttimesatnau boots, the tightest Monica had ever fasttimesatnau seen. The sleek leather glistened fasttimesatnau as she fasttimesatnau sidled up to where Damien was fasttimesatnau sitting, managing her fasttimesatnau page high-high heels with an ease that could only fasttimesatnau page come from fasttimesatnau long practice. Just fasttimesatnau watching her made Monica tingle.
 "You should not feel like you have failed, Doctor," Damien said consolingly. He stroked fasttimesatnau Alicia's long hair fasttimesatnau affectionately. The look on her face was fasttimesatnau pure bliss fasttimesatnau page. "You have shown me the way to free myself from my fasttimesatnau conscience, even if I have rather succumbed fasttimesatnau to temptation. I'm trying to do good things. Alicia has never been so happy. Neither has your secretary."
 "Yes, sir," Monica said contritely. She was standing in front of his desk in her school uniform, a starched fasttimesatnau white blouse and plaid kilt, knee-socks and fasttimesatnau patent fasttimesatnau black mary fasttimesatnau-janes. At sixteen she was tall for fasttimesatnau her age and exceptionally well fasttimesatnau developed. Her thin blouse fasttimesatnau strained over bursting breasts that were fasttimesatnau already the envy of every girl in the school.
 The headmaster fasttimesatnau took a deep breath. "All right," he said at last. "Ordinarily, this would be grounds for expulsion." His eyes about roamed over her svelte curves as Monica gave him her best puppy-dog look. "But fasttimesatnau," he amended quickly, "I fasttimesatnau page don fasttimesatnau't want to be harsh; especially to a student that seems otherwise so fasttimesatnau... promising. His gaze lingered on her overfilled blouse. The page top two buttons had come fasttimesatnau undone.
 "Yes, sir fasttimesatnau," Monica said fasttimesatnau. She shifted position a fasttimesatnau little fasttimesatnau page and the headmaster's attention came back to her fasttimesatnau flaring fasttimesatnau thighs.
 Monica twirled a strand of page lustrous brown hair around one finger. "Uhm, usually two pounds or so fasttimesatnau, but five pounds if I'd just come about back from gym page class."
 "That, that never fasttimesatnau happened," Monica stammered, "You about made that all up fasttimesatnau." It was fasttimesatnau page impossible that her teen years could have been like that, or that Damien could have been her boyfriend. The memory was like a scene from a dirty page movie fasttimesatnau, not about real life.
 "But you about have, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly fasttimesatnau he grabbed fasttimesatnau Alicia by the shoulders and pushed her fasttimesatnau onto the carpet, the fasttimesatnau way a man would toss a cat off his lap. Immediately she crawled back and wrapped fasttimesatnau herself fasttimesatnau serenely around one leg. "You have been fasttimesatnau using your feminine charms to satisfy your own desires your whole life. Don't you remember?"
 The fasttimesatnau room fasttimesatnau was fasttimesatnau semi-dark and smelled fasttimesatnau of antiseptic. "Please about, please Monica, my darling, I can't wait any longer." She fasttimesatnau was fasttimesatnau in about the arms of a much about older man. He was eagerly planting kisses fasttimesatnau all over her lips, her face, her hair fasttimesatnau. "You make me so hot. I want you fasttimesatnau now."
 "Georgy fasttimesatnau," Monica whispered a few minutes later, "remember what we talked about the other day?"
 The older fasttimesatnau man was gasping for breath. "Monica, darling... please... It, it's page not that uh! oh god, not that easy. You need uhn, transcripts and page, and r-references..."
 Monica flipped fasttimesatnau open a couple of buttons. "I've got a couple fasttimesatnau of great references," she husked, still stroking expertly. "Maybe about you should look them fasttimesatnau over." She fasttimesatnau used fasttimesatnau page her free hand to guide his head to her chest.
 "Oh sweet heaven how could I have forgotten that," Monica gasped about, her face flushed with heat. She collapsed into her chair fasttimesatnau, breathing hard. She fasttimesatnau ran one hand over her stupendous fasttimesatnau page chest, feeling the fasttimesatnau page hard, sensitive nipples. Acid. There was fasttimesatnau page acid everywhere now, flooding her mind, eating about away at her fasttimesatnau resolve fasttimesatnau, dissolving her conscience into smoke.
 "I admit some of my behaviour might be construed as fasttimesatnau immoral," Damien fasttimesatnau page observed thoughtfully, "but fasttimesatnau your life-long manipulations of others in pursuit fasttimesatnau of wealth and pleasure are immoral fasttimesatnau to a similar degree. By comparison fasttimesatnau, my faults are minor. You see that fasttimesatnau now fasttimesatnau, don't you Doctor?"
 Her patient got to fasttimesatnau his feet, idly kicking Alicia aside. She giggled like a foolish girl. Damien said: "Sorry Doctor fasttimesatnau, I think fasttimesatnau it's time for me about to go. You have a lot of fasttimesatnau reminiscing to do fasttimesatnau."
 There was no mention at all of the two calls before the discipline fasttimesatnau committee for allegedly fucking fasttimesatnau with her clients fasttimesatnau' minds fasttimesatnau and bodies. Both hearings had found fasttimesatnau in her favour. Her colleagues had fasttimesatnau been so understanding fasttimesatnau. Especially the married ones fasttimesatnau page.
 Monica was glad fasttimesatnau he fasttimesatnau page had backed fasttimesatnau page out fasttimesatnau. It gave her a few moments to relax. She fasttimesatnau remembered a boyfriend fasttimesatnau in high school fasttimesatnau named Damien. Best damned lover she'd ever had. She wondered what ever happened to him.
 This was the fasttimesatnau perfect time to fasttimesatnau take this fasttimesatnau baby out for fasttimesatnau a test drive, Monica decided. She unzipped her white sweater, which sprang apart instantly fasttimesatnau. Her enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her bra. Monica about ran fasttimesatnau page the tip of the vibrator across her nipples experimentally fasttimesatnau. "Mmmmmm yes fasttimesatnau, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed.
 "Doctor," Kerri fasttimesatnau page said in fasttimesatnau a small, respectful fasttimesatnau voice, "would fasttimesatnau you fasttimesatnau like me to... clean you up?" Her eyes were bright with hope and yearning. The second gift.
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