 The petite bushhunter woman behind bushhunter the reception desk jumped. "How was bushhunter lunch, Dr. Sondgaard?" she asked bushhunter.
 Dr. Sondgaard looked at her watch. "All right. I have a bushhunter free bushhunter hour before Mr. Albright gets here. I can enter review those files some other day."
 "Well now," she said, settling into her professional demeanour, "Damien bushhunter, is it? I'm Dr bushhunter. Monica Sondgaard bushhunter." She extended a hand bushhunter. The bushhunter other man shook it but said nothing.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately bushhunter using his first name enter to establish rapport, "calm yourself down if you can. I'm here bushhunter to help you. Nothing is going to hurt you in this office. Try taking three bushhunter deep breaths."
 Monica encouraged bushhunter him gently. "Good. Now bushhunter just lean back and relax. Tell me what is troubling you. Begin anywhere. We'll bushhunter straighten out the details as we go enter."
 Actually bushhunter, that was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see bushhunter," she said again, trying to keep the revulsion out of her voice. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical ability on you enter, is that right? How do you know you have it?" She crossed her knees sedately bushhunter. For enter a moment her patient's glance fell to her legs, below the bushhunter hem of her bushhunter tasteful, knee bushhunter-length skirt.
 "But what if he could fulfil these fantasies, however fleeting? What bushhunter if he could make the girl stop and strip and bend over so he could admire her behind? What if bushhunter he could make a sexy schoolgirl jump into his lap on the bus and bushhunter make out with him bushhunter until bushhunter her stop? Better yet bushhunter, what if he could transform enter any ordinary schoolgirl bushhunter into a teenage sexpot and have her fuck bushhunter him on the bus in front of everybody. What if he could instantly fulfil all the selfish, base, lustful desires that bushhunter float around in the bilgewater of everybody's unconscious mind? What would become of him then?"
 He sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he said softly. "An acid of the bushhunter mind. It eats away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and my soul bushhunter will bushhunter be indelibly stained."
 She bushhunter flipped the coin, let it bushhunter land on her desk bushhunter. It did bushhunter come down heads. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty bushhunter-fifty chance."
 "Do it again bushhunter."
 "Again bushhunter." Heads once more.
 Heads.
 Monica dropped the curtain bushhunter. She stepped back so fast bushhunter she almost fell off her bushhunter high heels. She turned bushhunter toward the door, where she had hung bushhunter up her raincoat bushhunter and umbrella when she came in. There was no umbrella. In fact, there was no umbrella stand. On the coat rack was a little red hat enter. It exactly matched bushhunter the bushhunter daring red ensemble she bushhunter was wearing.
 Monica pulled herself together. Whatever was going on here bushhunter, she still had a patient that needed help bushhunter. She knelt down bushhunter in front of bushhunter him. "Damien, listen to me," she said bushhunter gently, lifting his bushhunter head in one hand.
 "What do bushhunter you mean?" He sounded bushhunter interested.
 "So, as long as I bushhunter'm trying bushhunter to make the correct decisions, as long as I'm doing my bushhunter best, I shouldn bushhunter't feel bad if temptation gets bushhunter to me or I make a mistake now and again."
 "This enter is Dr bushhunter. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I bushhunter need a security detail, on the double." Damn, her voice sounded so sexy bushhunter.
 Another long pause. "Uh , (huff), yeah, right, umh bushhunter, oh bushhunter god baby bushhunter, just like that, yeah, sure bushhunter uh bushhunter, doc, but uh, me and Aprile and bushhunter umh, what's your name sweetie bushhunter? uh, Margaret, we're kinda busy right now , oh shit bushhunter that's bushhunter so good bushhunter. Can we (huff, huff), make it in, about (gasp), twenty minutes. No, don bushhunter't stop, please, keep it bushhunter up, make that uh, half an hour, watch enter it girls I'm bushhunter gonna blow again."
 He was still enter grinning. "Ah, but Doc bushhunter, I'm not ordinary people any more, am I? I bushhunter'm something more. Besides, it's bushhunter too late bushhunter for me bushhunter.
 "Ah, don't worry bushhunter Doc, she's right bushhunter here bushhunter. I bushhunter brought her with me. He flipped bushhunter a hand lazily and the locked door to Monica's office enter swung bushhunter open bushhunter. "Hey, sweetmeat, wiggle your bushhunter tail in here bushhunter," he said offhandedly.
 Monica felt her panties moisten bushhunter. The sight of the two lovers bucking and pumping in her office instantly turned on bushhunter her juices bushhunter, as virtually anything sexual always did. No, wait, he had bushhunter changed that too. She grimaced, struggling to remember what was real and bushhunter what bushhunter was Damien's artifice.
 "I bushhunter'm Professor Alicia bushhunter Cummins. Damien bushhunter's graduate bushhunter supervisor." Monica stared bushhunter at her in shock. Yummy tits, but not bushhunter as big as mine, she thought smugly.
 Holding on to her sanity with a slender thread, Monica considered her bushhunter options. Damien was clearly insane. The conflict between his conscience and his ability bushhunter had driven him bushhunter mad. The acid had indeed stained his soul.
 "These bushhunter accusations are very serious. Very serious enter indeed. I will not enter tolerate such indecent behaviour in this school. Do you understand?"
 Monica bushhunter looked down bushhunter at bushhunter her shoes for a moment. The polish was so keen she enter could see her reflection. She gave bushhunter him her best apologetic look, the one that worked so well on all her bushhunter teachers bushhunter. "Wellll, not all of them, sir bushhunter. Only... my panties bushhunter."
 "Tell me, so I can understand the extent of this indecency, how many boys were bushhunter... buying your panties?"
 The bushhunter headmaster bushhunter studied bushhunter his precocious student's behind for bushhunter a long time. Monica bushhunter's skimpy blue panties were much smaller than the regulation white ones she was supposed to wear. But she had given bushhunter those all away. She liked the way bushhunter the bushhunter new ones slipped up into bushhunter her crack and tickled her while bushhunter she walked.
 The headmaster bushhunter let bushhunter out his breath. "Very bushhunter well, Monica," he said officiously. "That, that bushhunter is all for today bushhunter. I expect to see you bushhunter tomorrow at the same bushhunter time bushhunter." He turned away from bushhunter her and looked out the window, perhaps trying to hide his erection.
 "Why, George bushhunter, I'm bushhunter surprised at you. Just because I accepted your gifts and sucked you off a couple of times doesn't mean I'll hop into bed with you bushhunter." She nibbled on his ear bushhunter saucily. "Even though I find you very handsome, and I'm sure your big cock bushhunter would feel bushhunter sooo good deep inside me." In her platform-heeled sandals she was as tall as him.
 George groaned in helpless lust. He began to paw and grope hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more kisses. There was a bushhunter patient on the other side of the curtain but he was heavily sedated and Monica bushhunter didn't care.
 "Oh, one more bushhunter thing," Damien said, turning. "I don bushhunter't know what you normally bushhunter charge, but you bushhunter have done me a great service, Doctor. So I've left you a gift. Two gifts, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer of bushhunter your desk bushhunter. The other is right outside."
 There was bushhunter no mention at all of the two calls bushhunter before bushhunter the discipline bushhunter committee for allegedly fucking with her clients bushhunter' minds and bodies. Both hearings had found bushhunter in bushhunter her favour bushhunter. Her colleagues had been bushhunter so bushhunter understanding. Especially bushhunter the married ones bushhunter.
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