"OK jadarealitykings, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately jada using his first name jada to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if kings you can. I'm here kings to reality kings jada help you. Nothing is going to hurt you in this office. Try taking three deep breaths."

Monica groaned inwardly. Not another one. Eight months earlier she had written a paper for a jada psychological journal about paranormal jada experiences kings such as hauntings and alien jada abductions. Even though her paper showed how all these jada traumas could be explained kings and jada treated by conventional therapy, it had led to a parade of oddballs through her office jadarealitykings.

She kept jada her continence even. "What kind jada of power, Damien?" she asked gently.

"I have kings no idea," he replied. "I don't understand it. It's just that I think -- no, I know that somehow I can change things. With my mind, I jada mean. I can reality kings jada manipulate things and events around me. It's frightening."

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

"Because that is my whole jada problem. This power of mine, it doesn't just reside in my conscious mind jada, it's in my jadarealitykings unconscious mind reality too. It jada's become an jadarealitykings integral part of my reality being. Look, how do you raise your arm jada? You don't think about it, you just jada do it. You want your arm to be about raised, and reality kings jada your unconscious mind takes jadarealitykings care of the details jada."

"I know this is all true. Yet the effort of reality not using the power is getting to be more than I can bear. I can feel the power inside me: tempting me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions."

She said reality: "If your new power is jadarealitykings too corruptive to use, then jadarealitykings how do you know it really exists kings?" It was time to challenge his contorted perception.

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

Oh boy, Monica thought privately. This was getting weird. "OK, Damien. We'll work this about out together. So far though, your conviction has not matched the evidence. All I've seen you do is a coin trick. You will have to do better than jada that to convince me."

Damien jadarealitykings seemed to shrink, to jada draw into himself. "Please, don't force me reality," he said.

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

"I'm as jada confused about this as you are. Nevertheless we are going to work this out together jada. Understand? Whether your power is real is hardly the point reality kings jada. It's real to you jada and that's what reality matters."

When he lifted his eyes Monica realized he had indeed reality been looking up her brief skirt. Now jada his jada attention jadarealitykings shifted to her cleavage. She felt a familiar thrill run through her. "Oh jada my word, you're jada an attractive woman," he said irrelevantly, "I should never have come here."

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

"What do you mean?" He sounded jada interested.

"Frankly, I have no idea. I don't really know what I'm dealing reality kings jada with here. But I am certain that nothing jada is to be gained, in jada your life in general or your reality therapy with me, from you jada blaming yourself for jadarealitykings all humanity kings's frailties."

"Right."

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

Monica whirled to face Damien jada. Her jadarealitykings breasts and heels almost made jada her lose her balance. "What reality -- what have you done." she almost shouted.

A new chill kings went down reality Monica's spine. "What -- what did you do to your supervisor?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm Professor jadarealitykings Alicia Cummins jadarealitykings. Damien's graduate kings supervisor." Monica stared at her in shock. Yummy tits, but jadarealitykings not as big as mine, she thought kings smugly.

The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I'm jadarealitykings sorry Dr kings. Sondgaard, I can't jadarealitykings do that reality," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh jada-high boots, the tightest Monica had ever seen jada. The sleek leather glistened as jada she sidled jada up to jadarealitykings where Damien was sitting, managing her high-high heels with an jada ease that could only come from long practice jadarealitykings. Just watching her made Monica tingle reality kings jada.

"You see, he can change about anything he wants. This power of jada his -- it's jadarealitykings irresistible jadarealitykings. Eventually he even changed me. I jada adore him, Dr. Sondgaard. I'm utterly jadarealitykings devoted now." The lace-and reality kings jada-leather- clad professor looked down on her jada student with a worshipful gaze, tussling his hair absently. Damien made a jadarealitykings little clucking sound and patted his knee. Monica expected Alicia to sit kings in his lap, but jada instead she sank to her booted knees beside him kings and laid her head in his lap like a dog.

"These reality accusations are very serious. Very serious indeed. I will not tolerate such indecent behaviour in this school. Do you understand?"

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

"Oh dear Lord jadarealitykings," the headmaster said. He was a jada strong-looking man with brown hair greying jada at the temples. "You reality have actually been selling kings your panties. Here in the school. Why, what kind of... Where jada do you jada change your... your panties so you can give the old ones away?"

"But this... outrageous behaviour has got to stop. At once jada. Do you understand about me, girl?"

The headmaster let out his jada breath jada. "Very well, Monica," he said jada officiously. "That, that is all for today reality. I expect to see you jada tomorrow at the same time." He turned away jada from jadarealitykings her and looked jada out the window, perhaps jadarealitykings trying to hide his jada erection.

Yet at the same time she jadarealitykings remembered every detail as well as anything that ever happened kings to her. Within a week the headmaster had been reality kings jada openly masturbating jada while he "inspected jada" her panties, and by the jada end reality kings jada of the term he had been wearing them. It jadarealitykings was all there, as clear kings as a bell. But...

The room was semi kings-dark and smelled of antiseptic. "Please, please reality Monica, my darling, I can't wait any longer jadarealitykings." She was jadarealitykings in the arms of a much older reality man. He jada was eagerly planting kisses jada all over kings her jada lips reality, her face, her hair. "You make me so hot. I want you now."

One delicate hand slipped down into his scrubs. "But you're the head of the whole school jadarealitykings, Georgy," Monica purred kings. "You can let in whoever you want, can't kings you? Couldn't jadarealitykings you reality make one little exception, just for me?"

George made an incoherent sound from between Monica's jadarealitykings melons. His scrubs slipped down around his ankles jada.

Monica leaned back in her plush leather chair and plopped her four and a half jada inch heels jada up on jada the desk. She was wearing jadarealitykings her favourite hip jadarealitykings-boots, soft as butter and tight as jada a coat of paint. She pulled up her brief skirt and ran her hand jada lovingly up and down jada one black-encased leg jadarealitykings.

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