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more alive: more sensual: knowing and feeling: experiencing every thought she was having in her rapture while she experienced that of me. I felt as if I were her, receiving my pleasure, and, that she felt the same way in being me, receiving her own in return as the momentum of our seemingly endless journey upward began to find its own natural level in our bodies and senses in the quickening rocking action of her hips and buttocks as they rolled in perfect timing to meet each and every deepening stroke within her central core.

From somewhere far off in the distance I became aware of singing voices, like an angelic quire, praising the union of our first meeting: the fulfilling of a destiny that had been meant to be fulfilled in every way. Tina's voice in my ear sounded distant also as her hips and thighs lost the final control to the jerking, involuntary reception of her pleasure's peak.

She arched high and hard beneath me, moaning loudly her rapture as I emptied in mutual agreement with her body's urgent call. Again and again did her contracting, heaving core draw me from within myself as I pulsed and released continually inside the gripping and releasing confines of her channel, until at last our union had been completed and we lay still on top of one another, cresting the sea of passion spent: luxuriously riding the waves of slowly dying passion as we floated ever-downward on a sea of soft caresses and unintelligible murmuring.

Then, with a deep sigh, I relaxed fully in body and mind and knew no more, giving myself up completely to the all-encompassing feeling of experiencing the deepest feeling of relaxation and calm I have ever experienced in my entire life. I was floating in the wondrous off heavens shore: drifting lazily and a warm afterglow which deepened my peace and healed my mind of all past hurts.

And then I slept, and again found Tina waiting for me in my dreams, red-haired and beautiful. And together in my dreams did we once again join in mind and body in a rapturous union of two souls that I felt in the heart of that dream had always been destined to be.

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The End of Chapter 7 by Mesmer (To be continued)

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(Continued from The Mule 7)

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THE MULE

Chapter 8

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I awoke to an empty bed and the aroma of our joining, so strong still in my mind and senses.

Blinking to full alertness a few times I sat up and rubbed my eyes, noticing how really good I felt: strong and loose. I hadn't felt like that for a long time. I called her name, but there was no answer. I knew she'd gone. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It had been several hours since we had entered the apartment. I remembered noticing the clock beside the door just before that very first kiss.

I glanced at the window. It was dark outside and the view of the city from my bedroom window looked glorious. Everything looked glorious, and I felt wonderful! I couldn't believe how wonderful I felt until I walked fresh from the shower, dressed in nothing but a wet towel. It was almost as if everything that had ever worried or concerned me had been lifted from my mind in that one beautiful joining of our hearts, minds and bodies. I was amazed-literally amazed. I had never felt like that after love-making before. I actually believed in every sense possible that I was alive!

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the packet of cigarettes. Lighting one and drawing it deep into my lungs I coughed, then reminded myself sternly that I wouldn't be alive for much longer if I continued to smoke. I stubbed it out and walked through to the balcony, allowing my eyes to find their own level as I gazed into the far-off horizon. I breathed the fresh salt air deeply into my lungs to replace the cigarette smoke and felt better slowly exhaling it. Then I repeated the same exercise several times, stopping only when the phone politely told me some needed my attention who found it easier to call on the phone than to come in person.

I walked back inside and lifted the receiver with a mental thanks, again wondering if I'd lost the plot in mentally talking to inanimate objects. I recognised the velvet quality of Tina's voice instantly. My mind and senses swam in a sea of memories. Only her voice brought me back from being drowned in once again.

"Peter?" she called softly.

I sighed, wishing things had turned out differently.

"Yes?" I answered, enjoying where my senses had been quickly heading.

"Is everything okay?" she asked quietly in a concerned tone.

"Yes. Everything's just fine." was all I could manage to say, my senses still struggling to come back to the here and now.

"Peter, I ..." she began and halted, her voice trailing away to nothing.

Now it was my turn.

"Everything okay with you?" I asked her.

"Yes." she answered. "Everything's wonderful. Well ... almost." she added quietly.

I knew exactly what she meant. But it made no difference.

"I'm sorry, Tina." I apologised for nothing that I could think of right there and then, other than it might make her feel better. Then she surprised me completely.

"Oh. Don't worry about that. My stuff-up completely. I accept your decision." she said. Then; "They'll get over it."

"Really?" I said, unconvinced as yet.

"Yes. That wasn't the reason I called. I ...er ...Was it ..." was all she got out before her voice again trailed away to nothing. I knew what she was trying to say.

"Tina. It was truly wonderful. I have never experienced making love to any woman ever in my life so beautifully in all my forty seven years. And I mean that with all my heart. I only hope it was the same for you. It was an incredibly beautiful and moving experience. It'd be a shame if I was the only one enjoying it."

"You weren't the only one, Peter. I wan ..." and again she trailed off. Then; "I'm sorry about leaving unannounced. I had something to do. You looked so relaxed when I looked at you, I didn't have the heart to wake you just to say good bye."

"Thanks." I answered. "I feel as if I've slept restfully for the first time in my life. I feel great!"

"Me too!" she said excitedly. "It was wonderful!"

I didn't know what else to say. A thousand thoughts were racing around in my head, none of which I really wanted to entertain right at that moment.

"Is it?" Tina asked quietly, the excitement gone completely from her tone.

"Is it what?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Good bye." she said quietly.

"In what respect?" was all I could come up with at such short notice.

"You ... and me." she replied softly.

"I don't know if the two could be separated. Do you?" I said, sighing softly myself.

"I told you I accept your decision." she answered. "I'm only talking about ... us."

It was the way she said, us, as if we had become an item in only one meeting. But as I thought about that very thought I knew we had, or I did anyway. And it seemed she thought the same way I guess, or she wouldn't have been calling.

"Peter?" She said my name so affectionately, as if she'd known me all her life.

"Making love with you. It was ... so ... different. It was as if ... as if we ... made love on another level. I still felt we were, even after it was over. And it ... it lasted so ... the feeling I mean. For so long afterward. I can still feel it."

I closed my eyes. I knew exactly what she meant. I could too, and right at that moment my body did too. But that still didn't change things.

"I know Tine." I answered, not really knowing why I shortened her name to that. I just said it. Then; "I don't why I said it." I added.

"I hadn't asked you that question ... yet." she said quickly.

"I know." I said. "But I thought about it myself the minute I said it."

"No. I did." she replied, seemingly with a little excitement in her voice. "In my head my mind, I mean ... I mean, I was about to."

I didn't really know what she was on about, my mind still wanted to go where my body had already been.

"What can I tell you?" I said, mater-of-factly.

Then followed a lengthy silence on both ends of the phone where I had the unusual feeling of not wanting to go, yet not wanting to stay either. It was very unusual. I guess I wasn't giving her much encouragement, and I didn't really know why, apart from never being really sure whose thoughts would be whose.

"I guess I'd better let you go then." she said finally, sounding a little sad, and making me feel a lot guilty.

"Okay." was all I said. Then; "I do have some rearranging to do, I guess."

Right then I really didn't trust myself to say anything more than that. I didn't know what was going on in my own mind, let alone my heart, and, in that area, I always took my time. It hurts when you make a mistake. It hurts a lot.

"Good bye then, Peter." she said softly, wistfully, adding my name at the end as a sentence all of its own, as if she simply wanted to hear herself say it one last time.

"Good bye, Tine." I said, realising instantly what I'd done again without thinking. I thought I heard a soft sob just as the phone went dead in my ear. But I wasn't sure. What the hell, anyway, I thought. Probably for the best. But who for? I questioned, as I placed the phone back in its cradle and walked back to the balcony with the view of the distant horizon.

It was good for man to be alone with his thoughts for a while, I knew, but not for too long. So I allowed my thoughts to find their own level in my subconscious mind, while my conscious mind focussed on the blue-green infinity and relaxed as I breathed deeply, deciding to allow whatever wanted to come ... come ... and the hell with it.

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I awoke feeling better than I had the night before, still not fully understanding why, but not really caring either. I intended to hold on to the feeling for as long as possible. It didn't come along in my life all that often. I didn't dream of Tina or of our love-making as I thought I would, and was glad that I didn't. The sooner I got back into the mind-set of my own practice and my own future without her the better off I'd be, I figured. But as I busied myself with the re-planning of my life throughout the morning I wondered if I really wanted her out of my life.

Almost a month went by as I swung back into my practice with a renewed enthusiasm. I wondered where it had come from. The expected call from Tina never arrived, and, as the month slowly came to an end I began to think that it wouldn't, and that both of us were probably better off. Trying to keep her out of my thoughts was another thing completely. Not her so much as our love-making. She'd been right on the phone. It had been different. Not different in the normal sense of the word, but ... different in a sense I couldn't quite put my finger on for all the times I tried to do just that. And I did try. I must have re-

lived our union every night, always ending up the same way-hot, sweating and hard, with no-

one to share it with.

I was tempted to call her several times, always ending up with the thought of why I should complicate either of our lives with something I wasn't sure I was ready for, or, if I ever really would be: not that I wasn't the marrying kind. I was ... once ... for twenty years.

I took to walking the beach every afternoon after my last patient, as I had always done, but not on a daily basis, sometimes catching myself walking along with my head down, then looking up, hoping to see her standing in front of me with that cheeky grin on her face, and wearing those shorts. I wasn't depressed. I just felt as if something was missing. But how can you miss someone you've only met once? I would rationalise to myself as I kicked the sand and watched the waves wash over my bare feet and ankles, leisurely strolling through the waves breaking on the shore as if I was simply walking through the park. But, for all my mind-games, she was never there whenever I looked up, half-expecting to see her. Always I'd see a beach full of strangers, or no-one at all, depending on the hour I finished with my last patient.

I began to experiment with my patients without their knowledge: nothing sinister, just working more experimentally with their trance depth and the degree of control I actually had over it. It had always been an assumption on my part that I did, in fact, hold some degree of control over their thoughts and actions while in and out of trance, but I'd never actually tested each level of control. It was a learning curve which I began to document with each of them, looking more and more forward to their visits for my own reasons of experimentation, as well as solving their problems. Their problems were taken care of, of course, but that turned out not to be my priority with their comings, more and more with each passing day and individual visit.

And with each passing day I began to slowly become more and more immersed in my experimentation, finding myself thinking less and less about Tina and our love-making to the point where I realised, only after returning to my apartment and changing after a shower that I had walked the beach up and back without thinking of her once. That realisation brought with it a little sadness, and then finally, after pondering over it for only a little while, acceptance of the inevitable. I figured if I could forget her, as it seemed I had, then my decision had been the right one after all, even though I still wasn't sure it had been, somewhere in the dim, dark recesses of my mind, even at that point in time.

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I sat in my chair beside the middle aged woman whom I had just brought out of a deep trance. She blinked several times and then stretched and smiled, as they all do. She looked younger than she did before I'd placed her into that trance. Her relaxation must have been very deep. She was smiling and seemed very happy within herself.

"Doctor," she began, after taking a sip of the ice-cold water I'd given her. "How do you know what to say? I mean ... where do you find the words?"

I wasn't a medical doctor, of course, although I was a doctor of the mind, so I didn't mind, and never said anything whenever they addressed me as such. Beside, it helped with the all-important rapport that always needed to be established for successful hypnosis. After a brief explanation of what I thought she rose and walked beside me to my desk, whereupon she paid for her session and left. I then typed the notes of that session into the computer.

It had been going around in my mind since she had asked the question; 'How do you know what to say' and; 'Where do you find the words?' They were questions I had asked myself many, many times over the years. The only conclusion I could come up with, that I now sincerely believed, was that, as well as my patient being deeply in trance state, whereupon their subconscious mind was fully open and revealing its secrets to me, my own subconscious was also open, in that my own conscious mind tranced down with theirs during the induction procedure. And, in the final analysis, the words and everything else I said or did came from the patient's subconscious telling my subconscious what it needed to hear, based on the believed assumption that somewhere within each of us lay the power or the ability to heal ourselves, in whatever way we needed to be healed that would be just right for us at that point in time.

For some reason I had always found it very easy to trance down with my patients: a technique or ability that few of my colleagues seem incapable of achieving, recognising, nor giving it any sort of reality basis, other than one man's opinion. I knew different, of course, and merely believed it was their loss if they chose not to place any credibility on the concept.

Nevertheless, it was the only way I could satisfactorily explain to myself how I came up with and out with most of the advice and words I did. I have surprised myself on a regular basis, but, given my belief about what part of my mind is actually doing the talking, I have never really consciously taken the credit, other than for being responsible for inducing the deep trance that allowed one subconscious mind to talk to another. Nevertheless, that was the interest and the key to my interest in the collective unconscious that I believe exists for all of us, and, can be utilised in one way or another if a suitable doorway to it can be established.

I sighed. It was a real shame the thing with Tina's organisation hadn't worked out.

That was the area I'd intended to explore fully. I was also just as sure that the results of my experiments would have more than justified their of hiring me.

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Tina. Once again I found her in my thoughts. I looked at the calendar on my desk. Nearly six weeks had passed. I noted that I rarely thought of her these days, and, if I did, it was always in association with, or because of a thought related to my own experimental hypnosis and work in my own practice.

I lit a smoke, something I rarely did inside my office. What the hell. I had seen my last patient for the day and would soon be taking my afternoon constitutional along the beach. Since making it a daily habit I had been feeling very relaxed in general most of the time. The euphoria I had experienced after making love with Tina had lasted about a week.

After that I had returned to normal, although I found, if I wanted to, I could trance down and recall that experience in vivid detail without any trouble at all. And, whenever I did, again the euphoria would stay with me in my conscious mind and physical body for a few days afterward.

The wall clock told me it was time to take my walk as I glanced at it. I stubbed out the cigarette in response to its message, locked up my office and headed for my now-

favourite place of relaxation and winding down. It was Friday, and, it had been a long week with patients and my own experiments and note-taking, as well as my on-going, continual study and research of an evening until sometimes quite late at night.

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I was walking back toward where I had started my walk along the beach, head down, as usual, kicking the sand occasionally, when I sensed the nearness of another walker. I changed direction to the left, intending to simply sidestep them, not bothering to look up. Then I sensed the person halt as I moved to go around them. I continued walking, but glanced up anyway. My eyes widened. It was Tina, dressed similarly, yet different somehow. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Hi." she said quietly, with a smile.

"Hi." I answered, returning her half-smile. "Long time, no see."

"I want to talk to you." she said, whatever smile that had been on her face now gone.

"Sure." I said. "Let's walk."

I began to walk slowly, in the same way I always did, while Tina walked beside me on my left. I didn't bother to wonder what she wanted to talk about. I'd find that out soon enough. I was enjoying the company and the feeling of having her beside me once again, and sensed the slight increase in my pulse as I walked.

"We want you to come back to the projects." she stated flatly. Then; "I want you to come back too."

I stopped walking and turned to look her square in the eyes, deliberately allowing my face to show absolutely nothing, in spite of what thoughts began to race through my mind, none the least of which was her. Tina's face was deadly serious: no smile: eyes wide open and fixed on me.

"We've talked about it at length," she began. "And I've ... I've thought about it too ... I ...I can't seem to stop thinking about it. What happened between us. It was special. So different, and significant. I don't know how else to say I'm sorry, but I am. Nevertheless, that was then, and this is now, and here I am. There's too much at stake: too much to learn to throw the chance away. Our projects need you, and you need them, if you stop to think about it. I'm sure you don't want to spend your remaining days sorting out women's anxieties and the likes. Haven't you thought about what you might have accomplished?"

"Okay." I said quietly. I had decided before she'd finished her first sentence.

"All you have to do is to ... " It took a few seconds to sink in, and she wasn't ready for such little resistance on my part. "What?" she beamed, a hesitant smile slowly beginning to spread over her face as if she might not have heard me correctly. But her eyes had lit up.

"You mean ... you will?" she confirmed.

I grinned, accepting the sound of my own voice and words in my ears.

"Yes."

I couldn't believe I had said what I had, but I had, and now I couldn't take it back. I didn't want to. I wanted to be back on the project, and, I wanted to be near her.

"Oh, Peter! That's ...that's wonderful!"

I just continued to grin. Because, I guess, I was just plain happy.

"I can't wait to tell them!" she said excitedly.

I sighed loudly. "I guess I'll have to rearrange my life for a third time." Then I grinned dismally, pulled a sour face, then smiled.

She linked her arm through mine slowly, holding my gaze the entire time.

"It'll be worth it." she grinned cheekily. "You'll see."

We began to walk slowly back. I knew it would be worth it too, somehow. Just feeling her holding my arm and walking so close to me made it already worthwhile. I sighed deeply. What next? I wondered, feeling her thighs graze lightly against mine. What next?

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The End (to be continued)

Mesmer

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(Continued from The Mule 8)

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THE MULE 9

Chapter 9

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In a reasonably short time, somehow I managed to re-reverse everything I had previously done regarding my own practice. My landlord and the therapist who was taking over my practice thought I'd finally lost the plot, and, who knows? They might just be right, I thought, as I sat at the long board table with Derek Henderson across from me and Tina at my left.

The long room seemed empty with only us there, but it had been a late scheduled meeting.

The others were all still involved in their own individual projects already for the day, which was Monday morning. I had completely reversed everything over the weekend. Even I was amazed that I'd been able to manage it so quickly.

As I listened to Derek Henderson talk about the aims and goals of the company my gaze roamed around the room, noticing there wasn't one single thing adorning the long mahogany walls:not a picture, a print: nothing: just the room itself and the long board table with its multitude of chairs.

Derek had been talking about and reinforcing the rights of the patients with whom I would be working, stating categorically that some ethics were involved, and that straying away from any of the patient rights as previously mentioned needed his specific approval, lest it bring unwanted publicity and a sudden stopping of the government funding for the project's continuance, and nobody wanted that, given the lifestyle it afforded everybody involved, including yours truly, as of eight o'clock that morning.

"Have you given any thought to any particular project Peter?" Derek suddenly brought my attention fully back to what he had been saying.

I glanced quickly at Tina who just smiled and lowered her gaze from mine for a second before looking up again, still smiling. I turned my gaze back to Derek, collecting my thoughts for the answer I knew I'd give him and see what happened.

"With respect to the work I've already seen going on contained in the dossier," I began. "I thought I'd continue something I've already begun in my own practice."

He said nothing. Tina looked at me expectantly. I wonder if she was trying to read my thoughts.

"It involves the collective unconscious." I continued. "I've had several experiences, one quite recently, in fact, where I believe a doorway can be opened, whereby both therapist and patient can communicate subconsciously, in language specifying exactly what the patient's mind and body need to hear to bring about a cure or rectification of whatever problem they might be having."

I took a deep breath to continue. Both Derek and Tina sat quite still, both sets of eyes on me alone, unwavering.

"In its most farthest projection to date," I recommenced. "I believe it's possible, once the correct induction and deepening guidance procedure has been established, for surreal communication to take place between both on a subconscious level, for whatever reason, where both would experience the visual recognition of meeting the other in the subconscious plane of mental mind set."

I watched both their faces and features for any sign of negativity regarding my ideas and concept. They both appeared to be studying me. It was unnerving for a few seconds.

Then Derek spoke first, after quickly glancing at Tina and then back at me.

"Do you mean meeting as if, like in virtual reality, only in the subconscious plane?"

he asked.

"That's it exactly." I agreed.

Derek then smiled and looked at Tina for more than a few seconds this time. Then she smiled too. I arched an eyebrow, not knowing what they were really smiling at. Then Derek turned his gaze back to me.

"Tina is already working on a similar concept, with undemonstrable results as yet, although hers is not as ambitious as you've just described. Do you really think it's possible?"

"Anything's possible." I said. "But, yes. I do. My research and my own experiments have led me to that conclusion and absolute belief."

Tina was smiling at me, giving me the impression I'd said and done the right things.

"Okay." Derek said with a finality to his voice. "So be it. That will be your project with my full authorisation. You will report to me, along with all the others daily, as you've been told. For now, Tina will show you fully around the rooms and the various experiments that are able to be viewed. And, oh, by the way. You can cancel the cheque you gave to Tina.

We haven't cashed it, hoping you might come back to us. And Peter, I'm very glad you did.

There is much to discover, and a hell of a lot more to learn. If you need anything at all, see Tina. I've placed you temporarily under her protective guidance wing until you find your feet. Happy with that?"

I kept a serious face. Was I happy with that? You bet!

"That's fine." I answered.

"Remember, if you want to break away from any ethics or patient's rights I must authorise it. Do you understand that quite clearly?" Derek said.

"Loud and clear." I replied.

"Good! Now, I've got my own project to begin for the day and I'm late already. You can call your own time here, Peter. You'll be given keys to the building and you can work twenty four hours a day if you wish. Up to you. See you at this evening's meeting. I don't expect you'll have anything to report, but it'll give me a chance to let everyone else know what you're working on. You never know. Twenty seven minds are better than one when it comes to problem solving."

And with that said he left he room, leaving me looking idly at Tina, not quite sure in my mind what was going to happen next. She solved the problem.

"Okay." she said. "Come with me. I'll show you around the place. Some of the rooms you can see into through the two-way viewing mirrors. We use them after we're sure we can repeat a technique or procedure and get the same results: proof for final documentation you might call it, in front of Derek and several others for witnesses, or those who are interested.

Once a project's been certified as being repeatable with the same results, it's then forwarded on to our parent body for practical application. Derek will tell you more about that once you find your feet here."

"Parent body?" I asked, curious, as we stood up and headed for the door, Tina in front, as usual.

"Derek will explain all that to you later." she said, not looking at me as she led the way to the door. I decided not to push and just allow everything to happen as it wanted to. So I followed her from the room and down the hallway to the left of the board room.

We spent the remainder of the morning going from room to room, looking and listening to various therapists working with their patients on various projects. Then finally, Tina led me back to my office and sat down opposite me at my desk.

"What do you think?" she asked, settling back in the chair.

"Interesting." I answered. "Very interesting indeed."

"I think so too." she agreed. "Or I wouldn't be here. I left a profitable practice, like you did, to follow the path of experimentation. There's so much to know: so much to learn and discover."

I could see the emotion in her voice surface just a little, and it was then that I took Tina for what she really was-a dedicated therapist, searching for the truth, just like as I was.

"Peter." she said, her face suddenly serious. "Your concept, as you explained it to Derek. The experience you were referring to was when we made love. Wasn't it?"

I looked steadily at her, realising then that she had experienced a similar happening to me when we'd made love.

"Yes." I answered. "I think so. But, unless you engineered it, I believe it happened naturally."

"I didn't do anything. Honest! I was just fully into everything we were experiencing and doing-mentally as well as physically, without consciously thinking about anything in particular-just beautifully and naturally focussed, and completely and wonderfully relaxed.

And ... I think it had a lot to do with our ... our chemistry ... or rapport, if you want to call it that."

I thought about that one for a few minutes before answering her, knowing she was right, and, that she had experienced everything, almost as I did.

"I agree." I told her, imaging strongly one particular aspect of our love-making that afternoon.

"Yes." she smiled, then said with a long sigh; "That in particular was verrrry nice."

I glanced quickly at her, knowing she'd read my thoughts. But I just grinned, still deep in the image.

"I didn't do it on purpose." she defended. "It just happens. I seem to have opened, somewhere in my subconscious, an aspect of my mind that picks up images and thoughts concerning me. Images mainly. When you get a bit more settled I'll show you how I did it. I was trying to chase down a telepathy experiment when it happened as a side effect: a weird experience at the time, I can tell you. I thought I was going crazy at first. You know, voices in my head and all that. But I'm used to it now. I can even switch off if I really want to, and not receive. And some things I'd rather not receive."

I raised my eyebrows, but said nothing.

"It doesn't matter. You get the good with the bad, I guess" she shrugged.

"How do I go about arranging my first patient?" I asked.

"It's already arranged." she grinned. "It was arranged as soon as I told Derek you were coming back to the project."

"Great!" I said.

"You just have to let me know when you've got your agenda clear and formatted.

I'll have a look at it, only to see if your on the right track as far as your final report will turn out. You know, procedural steps and things like that. You just do your thing and I'll show you how to format it for discussion at the meeting and for Derek's final report. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good to me." I smiled. "But what about your own project?"

"It's on-going." Tina told me. "I can enter or leave it whenever I like. I've gotten Derek's approval because it doesn't involve any patients at the moment-just research, and the odd experiment when the opportunity comes up."

"Okay." I said. "I just didn't want you to think you had to baby-sit me all the time."

She grinned widely.

"I don't mind baby-sitting you ... anytime." she laughed from the belly. I did too then.

* * *

It was Tuesday morning, and almost nine o'clock. My patient was due at nine-thirty. Tina had left me with her file overnight to study. I was reading it again, just in case I missed something. Miss Angela Simms-a twenty five year old secretary suffering from chronic insomnia. She had been told that she was being referred to a specialist-enter yours truly- to try and solve her problem once and for all. She had been to her normal therapist only three times, but that had been enough to discover she was a somnambulist. Her insomnia had already been mostly attended to, but she was asked to attend on the basis of having it ensured as never coming back into her life in the future.

Her attending therapist apparently was on the project payroll, although not in a working capacity-only for referring-on any somnambulists as he came across them. It seemed there was a lot of recruiting done that way, the therapists being paid quite handsomely for their referrals. All of the patient's trance keys had been removed, which left her subconscious mind free of any association with her former therapist. All that remained to be seen now was whether or not a suitable rapport could be established between Miss Angela Simms and myself. I'd never had any real problems in the rapport department to date with any of my patients and I didn't anticipate any with her.

* * *

I had just finished my third coffee for the morning when my intercom buzzed. I flicked the switch.

"Yes?"

"Miss Angela Simms for her nine thirty appointment." said a bright young female voice.

"Send her down." I said.

Three minutes later Miss Angela Simms sat opposite me, looking a little nervous and in awe.

"I have to be honest and tell you," she said, after the introductions were over and she seemed to gain a little confidence in her surroundings. "I only agreed to this with Doctor Harper because he said it would be no charge. I'm sleeping fairly well now. I didn't think I'd have to come back." Then she looked around my office as if she was not quite finished what she wanted to say. "Is it still no charge?" she asked.

I was right.

"That's right, Miss Simms-no charge." I agreed, assuming that was the arrangement in this particular case. She seemed to relax a little further down into the chair after I'd said that.

"My name is Peter Wallace."

"Please call me Angela, Doctor Wallace." she told me with a half-smile, still a little nervous, it seemed.

"Thank you, Angela. Please tell me a little about yourself." I told her, hoping it would relax her talking about her favourite subject. Most good-looking women were their own favourite subject, I'd found in the past.

Angela Simms was a normal twenty five year old woman hairdresser, with normal twenty five year old woman=s anxieties about being left on the shelf. She'd had several relationships, none of which had worked out: all of the problems with them of course being the fault of her partners. As a result she had been finding it more and more difficult to sleep at night-had being the operative word. Since seeing her therapist she had been sleeping better and better each night, due to him reinforcing through ego-strengthening techniques involving hypnosis that the problem with her relationships were indeed the fault of her ex-partners, and that she should spend more time getting to know who she really was and what she really wanted out of a relationship with the opposite sex. It was all typical basic psychology, except for a feeling I had that I couldn't put my finger on ... yet.

"Okay, Angela. I think I can understand now why you had your problem with insomnia, and, I believe you're quite right, in-so-far as your sleeping habits becoming normal again." I told her in my best empathetic voice, catching her gaze and holding it in mine.

"Now ... if you could just relax in your chair there, and ... don't be nervous ...I'd like you to recall just how relaxed you are now ... when you become more comfortable ...

allowing everything to just ... let everything go as it wants to .... when you get ready to sleep very deeply ... each time you relax very deeply now ... when your eyes get so heavy ... and ...your arms and legs feel so heavy .... as heavy as lead ... and ... each time you breathe .... deeper and deeper relax ... and calm ... and peaceful ... and safe ... very .. very ..

safe and relax so deeply that ... you can't stop your eyes from closing ... each time you breathe out ...heavier and heavier ... wanting to close ... and sleep so deeply ... just like you want to so much ...safe and asleep ... always what you want ... heavier and heavier ...

more and more tired ... just the sound of my voice ... soothing you to sleep ... deeper and more peaceful ... just what you want ... heavier and heavier ... my soothing voice ... safe and secure .... listen to everything ... everything is good for you ... listen to my voice ... whatever I say to you ... deeper and deeper asleep ...down and down and down .... safe and warm and asleep ... only my voice ... whatever I say .... you will listen ... everything good for you ....

whatever I say .... sound of my voice ... deeper and deeper asleep ... soothing and calm ....sound of my voice ... whatever I say ... everything so good for you ... just what you want ...

the sound of my voice."

Angela's eyes had closed about two-thirds the way through the induction, and now she breathed easily. Her face and features were relaxed and very calm. I finished the surprise, interspersal induction where sentences exist within sentences through emphasis on specific words which carry the hypnotic subliminal message. Angela was deeply in trance, or at least she appeared to be. If she was a somnambule, I would soon know.

"Angela." I began the first test. "Can you hear the ... sound of my voice?"

"Yes." she said quite clearly. No slurring. That was always a good sign.

"If you were to use a scale of one to ten ... and ten were the deepest level of trance, how deeply hypnotised do you feel you are right now?"

"About seven." Angela reported, again without thinking-just reporting what she felt in instant response to my question. Another good sign.

"Angela. Do you believe you'd feel more relaxed and comfortable if you were to go down to a level ten state the deepest hypnotic trance state you could possible achieve ... all by yourself ... to enjoy more fully ... the relaxation you feel ... right now?"

"Yes." she replied immediately.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly. Take your trance now all the way down to level ten now ... with each easy relaxing breath you take ... and let me know ... when you've arrived ... in any way you feel like communicating ... do you understand."

"Yes." came her reply without delay.

I had decided to continue with the interspersal technique and watched her facial muscles relax as she counted herself silently down through her breathing. This particular induction technique always worked very well because the patients always felt at all times that it was they who were controlling their trance, which, in fact, is what actually happens.

"I'm...there." Angela reported, just a little hesitantly.

"Thank you for letting me know ... now ... of course you know that ... in this deepest possible trance you are in ... everything I tell you to feel ... you will feel ... and everything I tell you to experience ... you will experience ... and everything I tell you that is going to happen ... will happen ... exactly as I tell you ... it will happen ... Isn't that what you're expecting to happen in the ... deepest possible hypnotic trance for you?"

"Ye..es." Angela stammered a bit.

"Because it ... feels so right to ... allow everything to happen ... exactly the way it ...

wants to happen so easily ... so peacefully ...and so naturally by the ... sound of my voice ...

everything you want ... for your own good ... just as I tell you ... isn't that true?"

A nod of her head was her reply.

"And of course you know ... as deeply tranced as you want to be right now ...

your mind can answer everything ... always the truth ... nothing but the truth ... so help you god ... even if you don't want to ... but always the truth ... even if you don't want to ...

because you can't help but ... tell me the truth ... everything good for you ... just like you want ... Isn't that true?"

Another nod of Angela's head, a little more slowly this time.

"Now listen very carefully ... always the truth ... isn't that true?"

A slower nod. Time to play out my hunch.

"How old were you ... when you first realised you were .. sexually attracted to girls ..

more so than boys?" I asked her. It didn't take an Einstein to figure it out, which didn't say a lot for her previous therapist.

"Thirteen." she answered without delay. And there you go-a closet lesbian, either known or unknown by her. Time to find out.

"Is that part of your mind that ... knows you're a lesbian ... ready to allow your ...

conscious mind to know that ... at this time and ... be able to cope with it ... adjust it into your life ... in a manner you can cope with?"

Don't sugar-coat it. That's what I always say. Shame, guilt, hatred. The three usual problems with mankind. Makes it too easy sometimes. I expected a little wait while her conscious mind reassociated her internal memories with her subconscious mind. She'd talk or signal when she was ready to, and I was always patient. This was most probably the first time in her life she had consciously come to grips with her real inner sexuality, I figured, as I watched her frown crease a few times while her minds tried to agree on everything-if it was possible at this time.

This was pure clinical hypnotherapy. There had been no need to trance myself down there with her at this point in time. I figured out her sexuality the night before while going over her file, or, I believed I had anyway. It seemed like I had been right so far. Then I saw Angela's head shake a little, indicating her conscious mind was not ready to incorporate her newly-discovered sexual preference for girls into her life and times just yet.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly." I reassured her. "Is your subconscious mind willing to ... allow your conscious mind to know when ... you want to know that ... it's okay to like girls ... if that's ... what makes you happy ... deeply within yourself ... when you're ready to know that?"

Her head nodded immediately.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly." I again reassured her. "And you can now notice ... not to remember ... what you don't need to notice to remember ... because your subconscious mind will ... allow you to know everything ... when the time is right for you ...

and until that time comes ... you will be happier within yourself ... and sleep like a baby ...

knowing everything that can be done ... is being done ... by your subconscious mind ... to solve your problem ... in the manner you desire most ... and be very happy with the outcome ... and benefit in every way ... and be very happy .. while you wait to discover ... who you really are ... isn't that true?"

Time heals all wounds, they say. And time would heal Angela Simm's wounds as well. A slight nod of her head.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly. Now ... in the future ... when you come back to me ... to discover more of ... who you really are ... I will give you a trance key ... a special signal for your subconscious mind so you can trance quickly ... to this deepest state possible for you ... so you can discover ... who you really are ... and always be happy ...

which is what you want ... isn't that true?"

Another slow nod.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly, and ... you will come back ... when I telephone you ... the sound of my voice ... and forget I phoned ... only that you have to come ... for reasons you can't explain ... that your subconscious mind will in time ... when you are ready ... and forget everything that happened in this trance ... and you now feel so happy ... a big load has been lifted off your shoulders ... you feel so light and wonderful ... now that you know that you'll soon learn ...who you really are ... and will come when I call you ... discover who you are ... the sound of my voice ... now to forget to remember ... and remember to forget ... everything I've told you ... except to remember ... how happy and light you now feel ...

isn't that very true for you?"

A slow nod. I always used the same trance key. That way I didn't have to try to remember.

"Your special trance key is the number seven ... only my voice ... your special key is seven ... only my voice ... your special number is seven ... only my voice ... you're special number seven ... only my voice ... as deeply tranced as is possible for you to be ... only my voice ... you're special number seven ... do you understand clearly?"

A slow nod again.

"You can speak clearly now, Angela. What will happen to you when you hear me say your special number seven?" I tested her.

"I will .. go deeply .. into a trance .. as possible .. only your voice say .. I'm special ..

number seven." she interpreted.

Close enough, I thought. And that was enough for today. Next time I would take her down with me. Then we'd see just how deep she could go, as well as what we could accomplish along the lines of my project.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly. In a moment I'm going to snap my fingers. Whenever you hear that sound in the future of your life, you will find yourself becoming very alert, relaxed and happy, and, very, very refreshed, as you open your eyes and smile the biggest smile because you are so happy."

I snapped my fingers and waited. Angela opened her eyes, blinked a few times, then stretched and smiled broadly.

"Do you feel as good on the inside as you look on the outside?" I asked, knowing that she was still very highly suggestible in the sixty seconds after deep trance state, and that what I had just said would only serve to reinforce the post hypnotic suggestion I had given her under trance.

"Mmmmm. Yes." came her lazy reply as she stretched.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly, and today, you've done very well. It was as you said. Your therapist has done most of the work, and good work too. I think you'll be very pleased with the way you feel, and, the way you sleep from now on. Thank you very much for coming in."

"Thank you Doctor." she said as she rose from the chair. "I feel really wonderful.

Better than last time. I feel light somehow."

I watched her as she rose to her full height and stood looking down at me as she spoke. Then it was my turn, for the last time that day, in that way.

"Seven." was all I said, needing to know the strength of my post hypnotic suggestion for the next time she came.

"What?" came her surprised reply. Then her eyes blinked twice as her gaze focussed on mine. Then slowly, with a slightly puzzled look on her face, they slowly closed. It was beautiful to watch. Angela stood perfectly still and relaxed, and deeply hypnotised.

"How deep is your hypnotic trance right now, Angela?" I asked, testing. It was always about testing for proof.

"As deep as possible." she said clearly.

I snapped my fingers. Her eyes sprang open with a quick two blinks as she focussed on my face.

"What ..er..what did .. you say?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"I said, it was very nice to meet you." I lied.

"Oh...Yes. Well ..ah .. thank you. It was nice to meet you too."

I rose from behind my desk.

"I'll show you out." I said, working right to the very last word, as I led her to the door, satisfied with the results of my patient's first project conditioning.

* * *

The End (to be continued)

by Mesmer

Standard Disclaimer. This Hypnosis/Mind-Control story is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18 years. If you are enjoying "The Mule" series, please email your appreciation or comments to the much-appreciated publishers, Thank you - Mesmer.

(continued from chapter 9)

by Mesmer

THE MULE

(c)

Chapter 10

* * *

My intercom buzzed.

"Yes." I answered, closing the file on Angela Simms after having documented everything and printed it out for my evening report to Derek and the others.

"I'm taking my lunch break. Care to join me if you're free."

"That sounds fine." I replied, smiling. "I could use a bite."

"Meet me in main reception. I know a nice quiet cafe not far from her, within walking distance." Tina said.

* *

We sat opposite one another in the open-air cafe not far from the office. Tina looked beautiful. The way the rays of sunshine seemed to make her red hair even more flaming in appearance was amazing. I couldn't stop looking at it: the way it curled around her neck and shoulders, long and soft and lush in its full-bodied thickness.

I'd told her about Angela Simms and her session, including the techniques I had used, just in case she was interested. She was, smiling a smile that seemed to me to contain just a hint of awe for my expertise as I described it in detail. We both munched on our sandwiches as we talked. I felt very comfortable in her company, as she seemed to be in mine.

"How often can I call my patients back in?" I asked with a mouth half-full of bread and meat. Then I apologised for my lack of table manners.

She laughed. "Depends on their own schedule." she answered. "The project would like us to work as often as we can, of course, but it all depends on their own personal situation." She paused, seeming not quite finished with what she was saying. "I don't know if I would have picked up that Angela liked girls. I mean, as being her problem about sleeping."

I grinned. "You would have picked it up eventually." I told her. "Even her own therapist would have cottoned on to it after a few more sessions. Something she would have said would have made him twig to what the true nature of her sleeping problem was."

"I'm impressed." she grinned back at me as she bit into her sandwich.

"Don't be." I told her genuinely. "It's all about experience: always a learning curve, and, I always seem to be learning."

"Aren't we all." she stated before taking a sip of her coffee.

We ate in silence then for a while. I wondered about how Tina felt as she sat there opposite me in the little cafe. Then I remembered. I needn't have bothered thinking it. I should have just asked her. I had anyway-mentally. She grinned at me.

"Nice." was all she said to my unasked question, giving me a soft smile.

I shook my head slowly, grinning, and wondering if I really wanted to learn how to read minds.

"You will." she said. "It has too many benefits and advantages."

I decided then to keep my thoughts on business. That way she couldn't read them.

"Hah!" she said suddenly.

"Jesus!" I breathed through clenched teeth in mock anger. "Can't I keep any secrets?"

Her belly laugh rang throughout the small cafe. I laughed with her.

"You can, actually." she said, after she'd quietened down. "It's easy when you know how."

"Good!" I said, finishing my coffee. "When can you teach me? This has got to stop."

"How about Wednesday night?" she answered smiling. "I'm free then."

I wondered what she was doing on Monday and Tuesday night that she wouldn't be free. Or any other night for the matter.

"That will be fine." I said, noticing her smile turn soft as she finished her coffee.

"Where?"

"Your place." she grinned. "But it will take most of the night so we'd better get a early start-around six would be good."

"Okay. Six it is. Then I can put a stop to your little mind games."

I noticed her features suddenly take on a slightly serious nature.

"I don't play games, Peter, when it comes to matters of the mind." she said quietly.

I wondered about matters of the heart, then instantly saw her soft smile return as she reached for her purse, signalling our little luncheon talk had been concluded.

"By the way," she said as we stood up together. "During Derek's demonstration this afternoon, watch the way his patient responds to the direct approach, compared to the permissive."

We walked from the cafe and back toward the office. We were told at the morning meeting that Derek had documented a direct method technique of control that had repeatable and demonstrable results. The demonstration was for the benefit and experience of everyone.

I had to admit I liked the idea of sharing discoveries. It was good for everyone.

* *

About a dozen of us sat in the chairs provided in the viewing room. When I mentioned that I thought more would attend the demonstration Tina told me that most of them had seen it before, including her. She told me she was only there for my benefit, to point things out to me as Derek went through the various phases and levels of trance and observable results.

She went on to tell me I'd be surprised, most probably. I was glad I was sitting in the front row, although each row of chairs were about a foot up in height from the row in front, so everybody had a good view.

I turned my gaze back to Derek in the room on the other side of the looking glass. His patient was a man in his late thirties, casually dressed, sitting slightly reclined in a large therapy chair. His eyes were open, but he seemed very relaxed. Derek sat by his side, about three feet away from him. I had no idea of the nature of the demonstration, apart from that which Tina had already told me.

"Here we go." Tina said quietly.

"John! ... Sleep!" Derek commanded, and commanded he did, like an officer giving an order.

I looked sideways at Tina for her reaction, and saw her just smiling at me, signalling me to watch the front. I returned my astonished gaze to Derek and his patient. The man now sat limp and loose, with his eyes closed, and his head slightly forward toward his chest. We could hear Derek's voice as if he were in the room with us, rather than the other way round.

There were speakers on both corners of the viewing room through which Derek's voice came through loud and clear.

Derek sat on his chair facing the viewing room. His patient also faced us so we could see everything. I glanced down at the copy of the man's file Tina had given me as we had walked into the viewing room. Then I noticed something. The man's name was Richard-not John. I read on quickly. Derek had used the other name the man had responded to so easily and quickly, as a trance key. I looked back to Derek and his relaxed patient, wondering why I'd never thought of that. I'd always used numbers-specifically, the number seven, to keep things simple and always be able to remember it. Sometimes my memory had an off-day.

"Name! Rank! And serial number!" Derek's booming commanded.

"Sloan! John! Private! 123372!" came his patient's snappy reply, just like they did in the armed forces.

"What is your duty, Private!" Derek asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"To protect and serve, Sir! In any way my orders tell me! Sir!" the man snapped militarily back to him.

"At what cost do you protect and serve, Private!" Derek stated as another facsimile of a question.

"To give my life in the protection of others in my duty! Sir!" the man barked, eyes still closed, body still looking very relaxed and calm, in spite of the tense way he answered Derek's questions.

"Who is the enemy, Private!" Derek snapped at him.

"Anybody is the enemy! Sir! Whoever my orders tell me is the enemy! Sir!"

Then Derek glanced up at the viewing mirror, and, for a few seconds I could have sworn he was staring directly into my eyes. Then his gaze lowered.

"What if the enemy is your own family. Private!" Derek's voice boomed.

"Then they are the enemy! Sir!" The man answered.

"If they were they enemy, Private! What final solution for everyone's benefit might need to be done!"

"Complete elimination! Sir!" came the reply.

"Who denotes an enemy, Private!" Derek stated.

"Anybody who interferes with the rights of others! Sir! As decreed by my standing orders! Sir!" the man answered.

Derek looked up into the viewing mirror again, and again I believed he seemed to be looking right into my eyes.

"John! Sleep!" Derek said next.

"Sleep! Sir!" was the instant reply.

As I watched him closely, the man then seemed to visibly relax a little more, although I couldn't remember him not looking relaxed throughout the entire demonstration so far, even though it had sounded like a drill parade exercise. Then Derek stood up and stretched, winked at us through the viewing mirror, then turned toward his desk and walked over to it.

"That's it." Tina said, drawing my attention away from Derek and back to the viewing room.

Actually, I hadn't been in that room for the past several minutes. I had been contemplating the nature and the results of Derek's experiment. I didn't really know whether I was shocked at such a demonstration of mind control, or simply impressed. Like most therapists I had always been taught that a person could not fully be controlled, if it meant asking them to do something which would clash with their own known ethics, morals, or personal values. It seemed I was wrong. My own ethics of the past twenty odd years had always prevented me from experimenting fully in that area. But to say I had never been intrigued by the concept would be to lie to myself, and, I had always had a problem in doing that.

* *

"What did you think." Tina asked from across my desk, after we had walked back from the viewing room.

I shrugged. "What's to think?" I answered her. "It definitely seems to work, in spite of my own former beliefs regarding total control, and direct control techniques."

"Yes, it does." Tina said simply.

I glanced at my watch. It was ten past four.

"Got a date?" Tina asked smiling.

I grinned. "Don't I wish."

She grinned too. "Why don't you?"

"What?" I asked, my mind still on Derek and his amazing demonstration.

"Wish." she said, as if talking to a slow, backward child.

I twigged. Shaking my head slowly I grinned too.

"I wonder about the practical application and its connotations." I said, half to myself and half to her.

Tina's face and features suddenly took more a serious demeanor as her eyes focussed on mine.

"You don't honestly think it has its uses?" she asked quietly, then added; "If it were deemed necessary?"

I held her gaze in mine.

"Who would do the deeming?" I said flatly.

She lowered her gaze and stared at the desk for a few seconds before looking up again.

"People in authority, I suppose." she replied. "Who consider that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."

There was something in the way she said that as she held my eyes steadily in hers that caused me to feel a little uneasy. Maybe it was the way she hadn't blinked when she'd said it.

Maybe it was the way her eyes deepened as she was saying it. I don't know. But I did know I felt uneasy all of a sudden. And, I didn't like feeling uneasy.

"Oh, Peter! Come on!" Tina suddenly laughed, her face lighting up beautifully. Don't go all paranoid on me. It was only a demonstration! That's what we're here for, isn't it? To go where no man, or woman, has ever gone before? Just like Star Trek?"

I laughed. Maybe she was right. Jesus! This was nineteen ninety seven: almost the twenty first century: not the dark ages of the cold war paranoia.

"Sorry." I apologised, then glanced at my watch. "Time I was going anyway. I've got a few notes to make on the days work and observations. I like to finish up my day at home, out of the office surroundings. I can think more clearly."

Tina's smile faded. "Okay." she said as she stood to leave. "Sure. Well, if you want to talk about anything, I'll be home. Just give me a ring."

"Okay. Thanks." I replied, wondering why she made our date for my learning the mind thing on Wednesday night, if she wasn't doing anything that evening. I heard the door closed, then began making my notes on the day's events-my own, as well as Derek's demonstration.

* *

My summaries of the day's events took me a little longer than I thought. When I'd finished I opened Angela's file and punched her number into the telephone, my pulse rising a little as I waited for her to answer, wondering if I'd left it too late to call.

"Hello? Angela speaking?" she said into my ear.

"Seven!" I said emphatically.

"What?" she asked. My pulse raced.

"Seven!" I said in a more quieter tone of voice.

"Wha ... ooh." her voice trailed off.

"Angela. This is Doctor Wallace. You will ... sleep like a baby tonight ... and you will awaken refreshed in the morning ... and you will want to see me ... to thank me ...

and call and make an appointment for nine thirty. Do you understand?"

"Yees." she answered dreamily.

"Angela. You will forget this call ... when I snap my fingers ... you hang up ... it was only a wrong number ... do you understand?"

"Yes." she answered softly.

I snapped my fingers as loudly as I could into the mouthpiece of the telephone and waited for her to wake up, and then hang up.

"Hello?" she asked, sounding normal in tone. "Hello? Shit! Wrong fucking numbers!"

Then she hung up.

I grinned. Everything I had done seemed to be working fine. I couldn't wait for her to arrive the next day. Then I glanced at my watch. Time to go. Lots to do yet. The meeting with all of the therapists, of which I was now a team member: to listen to their days work and results and to tell them of mine.

* *

The meeting went rather quickly, each therapist talking quite quickly in summary fashion. I was scheduled to talk last, and, when I did, I sounded like they did. I noticed I had their full attention as I spoke, especially Derek's. Tina had not talked, but had just sat and listened, taking notes occasionally, as they all seemed to do. Then it was over. Exactly one hour had passed since I had entered the long board room. Tina had caught my eye occasionally and smiled. Apart from that we didn't speak. I did notice she sat on Derek's left.

After I had answered a few questions from two of the other therapists Derek called the meeting closed and we all got up and left the room. I returned to my office and grabbed my briefcase, then made my way down to the elevator with some of the others who were also leaving.

As I stood with them waiting for the elevator to arrive, one of them, a therapist who had asked me some of the questions in the meeting came over to me smiling.

"How serious are you about your work in the area you've chosen?" he asked politely.

He was a man in his early forties. I liked the look of him: the cut of his jib and all that. His name was Andrew Sawyer. I remembered, which was strange for me. I had a shocking memory for names in the short-term, but his name reminded me of Tom sawyer and Uncle Tom's cabin-an old boyhood story I always liked to read about whenever I had the chance.

"I've always had a very strong interest in that area." I replied.

"Interesting." was all he said as he held my gaze in his own.

Then the elevator arrived and we stepped inside. There was no sign of Derek or Tina.

I wondered why I expected there to be. Tina had told me we could all work as late as we liked-all night long if we wanted to, although Tina had told me she wasn't all that committed to her present project. I shook my head slowly as the elevator silently agreed with gravity and deposited us all on the ground floor of the building I now called home during the day.

"See you tomorrow, Pete." Andrew sawyer said as he stepped through the doors with the others and walked off toward the main door. None of the others had said anything-just smiled as I passed them going the same way.

I smiled at the man and his farewell. I'd always had a funny thing about having my name shortened. Out of the mouth of most people it sounded all wrong, and unnatural, also too familiar. But, like some others in my life, Andrew Sawyer's way of saying it sounded right. I smiled, amazed by such a little thing that had always puzzled me. Why did my shortened name sound so wrong with most people, yet so right with only a few others? One of life's minor mysteries, I decided, as I walked out into the afternoon breeze. If I wanted mysteries to solve there were plenty more about that were much more interesting than my own shortened name.

* *

I drove straight to my apartment building, went up and changed into shorts and a light cotton shirt that had a button missing I'd always been intending to sew back on when I got around to it. But that never seemed to happen. Then I walked along the beach as I had become accustomed to doing each day. My thoughts kept returning to Derek's demonstration, my conversation with Tina in the cafe, and, for some strange reason, Andrew Sawyer's face and expression as he had asked me if I was serious about my chosen project.

Tina's phrase she used at the end of our conversation also kept going around in my mind. 'The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.' It was the way she'd said it, or, more correctly, the way she had looked as she'd said it, as well as the phrase itself. I knew where I'd heard it before. It was a phrase used by Doctor Spock from Star Trek, the famous television show. But why had she used it?

I sighed and kicked the sand beneath the water's surface as I walked slowly along.

Another of life's little mysteries for me to ponder over. Every time I looked up from the swirling, white frothy waters around my feet and ankles I expected to see Tina's smiling face, but, I didn't see her. Then my thoughts turned to her and Derek. I wondered if he and Tina had a thing going, or had, had a thing going in the past, before I came along.

I looked up and was back at the beginning of my walk. I turned and looked back the way I had come, shaking my head in amazement as I often did. I must have tranced down with my thoughts as I'd walked. Time distortion! It only seemed like I had been walking for a few minutes, but I knew it took me at least forty five to cover the distance, at the slow pace I dawdled along at, anyway.

I smiled and headed up to my apartment and a nice, hot shower to wash away the salt from the ocean's spray, as well as the few unsettling thoughts that were still going around in my mind, unanswered as yet.

* *

After dinner that evening I prepared the format induction to take Angela and myself down through the first stage of Cerebral Trance. It took me just over an hour to think it through, but I was happy with the result. It would happen as I inducted each of us down, with one part of my own mind keeping watch on the proceedings, up to a point, while Angela just kept listening and going deeper all the time. The concept was to get myself just as deep as she was when that part of my subconscious mind took over the session. After that, if my belief was correct I would be able to control the session on a subconscious level with Angela while my conscious mind was tranced out somewhere else and just observing.

That was the plan, anyway. And it was a good one. The script I had written and just finished should do the job on both of us. Angela would have no problem. It was me who would have to be very relaxed in my focussed concentration in order for me to be able to join and meet with her on a subconscious level, if it could be done. I had to admit, as I ran slowly through the script for the third time. I was fairly excited about the idea.

I put the script in my briefcase and locked it-an old habit I couldn't seem to break.

Then I relaxed on the deck for a half an hour or so, watching the prawning boats far out to sea, visible and identifiable by their arrangement of lights on their trawling net booms. So peaceful, I thought, as my eyes relaxed, focussing on the far distant lights of the boats.

I rolled into bed just before eleven o'clock, dead tired, but relaxed and peaceful. The only thoughts on my mind before the sandman took me away was the phrase Tina had spoken at the cafe. For some reason I had a not-too-good, uneasy feeling whenever I thought about it in relation to hypnosis and what I had witnessed during Derek's demonstration. What the hell, was the last thing I consciously remember thinking before fading away for the last time that night. As the Japanese would say: 'Shigata ga nai.' - 'What shall be-will be.'

The End

(to be continued)

by Mesmer.

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THE MULE

Chapter 11

(c)

by Mesmer

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I was at the office at eight o'clock. The receptionist, Karen, stopped me as I walked past with a cheery morning greeting and a message that Miss Angela Simms had called two minutes prior to my arrival requesting a nine thirty appointment. I told Karen to call her back and confirm it. Then I walked down to my office, took the script out of my briefcase and began reading it one more time, looking for any word that wasn't weighty enough with value in relation to the desired effect, on both Angela and myself. When I'd finished I had to admit that I'd done a very good job. I smiled. I should write more scripts when I'm tired. I do a better job than when I'm fresh.

A few cups of coffee and two more times of rehearsing the script for maximum effect and there remained fifteen minutes before Angela would arrive. I'd half-expected Tina to drop in or buzz me to say good morning, but she hadn't as yet. Probably slept in, I figured, working late at the office or some such thing.

Then I walked through to the therapy room in which I'd decided to hold this morning's session. Tina had told me how to work the video and sound equipment using two foot-pedals just beside the main therapy chair. It was within easy reach of the smaller chair on which I would be sitting. I adjusted the lighting by turning off the main overhead light and turning on the tall, free-standing lamp behind the therapy chair. It threw a soft light all over the bigger chair, and obviously, anybody sitting in it would be bathed in the soft light as well.

Tina had assured me that there would be enough light for the video recorder to get everything on tape clearly.

The tape deck and sound equipment stood about six feet away from the end of the large chair, the video being fitted with a zoom lens which I could operate at will by pressing one of the two foot-pedals on the floor beside the big chair. I glanced at my watch. Almost nine thirty, and still no word from Tina.

Then the buzzer took thoughts of her from my mind. It was Karen, telling me that Angela had arrived. I asked her to bring Miss Simms down to my office and sat down and waited.

"Good morning Doctor Wallace!" Angela said cheerfully after Karen had turned on her heels with a wave and walked from my office.

"Good morning Angela." I replied just as cheerfully, watching her sit down and make herself comfortable. She looked better than she had the day before. "You look very relaxed.

Sleep well?"

Angela beamed a beautiful smile at me. Shame she didn't like guys, I thought as I smiled back at her.

"Doctor, you wouldn't believe it!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I've had the best night's sleep since I can remember! I slept like a baby! No dreams. No anything! Must've been something you did yesterday! But it worked!"

"That's wonderful, Angela." I smiled. "You can't beat a good night's sleep, I always say."

"That's for sure!" she answered.

"What can I do for you, Angela?" I asked, testing.

"That's the funny thing." she began. "I woke up, and as soon as I realised how well I'd slept, I just had to come and tell you. I can't really explain it. I just wanted to I guess. So I phoned and made an appointment. Hope you don't mind. It's my day off anyway."

"Not at all." I replied. "It's not often my patients take the time or trouble to let us know how effective their therapy has been."

"It's working great!" she said enthusiastically. "It really is!"

"That's fine, Angela. I'm very happy for you." I said. Then; "Angela, since you're here, and you don't have to go to work, is there anything of any nature you'd like to talk about? No charge of course."

Her features steadied as she thought deeply about something. Then she smiled a half-

smile, sort of shy look at me. I wondered if her subconscious had began to let her know consciously of her sexual preferences yet.

"Well ... there is one thing." she began slowly, not looking at me, instead staring at the top of my desk.

"Why don't we go through to the therapy room, Angela. I'm sure you'll be much more comfortable. Besides. It's a lot more private in there. We won't be disturbed. You can be assured of that."

"Okay." she said and stood up with me, taking the privacy suggestion to heart immediately. That convinced me that her subconscious had told her something.

I led the way into the therapy room and closed the door. Thankfully the air-

conditioning had powered up. The room was nice and cool. I settled her into the large chair and adjusted it to the fully reclining level.

"Ohhhh. This is really comfortable." she exclaimed. "I could go to sleep right here, right now."

"Don't do that, Angela." I chuckled. "You'll miss everything."

"Oh. I won't." she said. "I slept well enough last night. Believe me!"

"Okay." I began. "Why don't you just start to relax and tell me what's bothering you.

Just relax and breathe deeply, and just let everything happens as it wants to. Don't try to make anything happen, and don't try to stop anything from happening. Whatever you wanted to talk to me about, just allow it to come out of your mouth naturally, easily, and calmly.

Okay?"

"Okay." she answered, and began to take a few deep breaths, relaxing more deeply into the comfortable, large chair. "Oohh. This is sooo comfy."

I smiled, stretching my leg toward the side of her chair, pressing the video recorder on with the ball of my foot.

"Whenever you're ready, Angela. Just take your time. No rush-no fuss." I encouraged her gently. She could rest on her own time. Now there was work to be done, and I hated wasting time.

"I think my problems with my relationships are ... my fault." she said quietly.

"Why do you think that?" I asked gently.

"Well, I think it's because I ... I ..."

"Just allow it to come out ... any way it wants to, if you ... feel it wants to come out ...

naturally and easily ... while ... you just relax ... even more deeply." I told her. I didn't want her trancing just yet.

"Ye..es." she said with a long sigh. "Doctor, I I Oh. I like other ...ah... girls."

she said quietly, almost a whisper.

"Is that such a problem?" I asked her. "I have plenty of male friends."

"I mean," she said, "I ... like ... other girls. In a ... a ...sexual way."

She said it so softly, the last two words, that I hardly heard her.

"How long have you liked other girls?" I probed.

"Since I was very young-in my teens." she replied. "But I've never ... I've never ...

errr ... been with a girl. I just like them. I ... umm ... think about them a lot-more than boys, I mean."

"How often do you think about boys in a sexual way?" I probed deeply.

"Hardly ever ... these days." she said.

"Don't you like boys at all?"

"I do, but ... but ... they're so ... rough, and ... they're not gentle and tender like they should be ... like I want."

"And you think because you think of girls in a sexual way, that the reason for your relationships failing in the past is because of that?" I phrased for her.

"Yes. I think it might be." she answered. "I think it is, now that I think about it more deeply."

"What would you like to do about solving that problem?" I said. "As you see it affecting your future relationships?"

She was silent for a minute, breathing deeply, looking calm and relaxed. No sign of stress.

"I think I'd like to try ... to maybe ... be .. with one. A girl, I mean. I know some places my friends have told me about, but I'm ... I'm not game to ... to approach anybody."

"Do you want me to tell you it=s alright for you to try being with a girl and see if it's really what you want?" I put it to her.

"I guess." she said. "Yes. I guess I want someone to tell me it's not ... you know ...

dirty or ... bad. You know?"

"Yes Angela. I know. And it's not dirty or bad. It just something you have to find out about yourself, and, if you don't experiment and see if it's really what you want, you'll never know. Will you?" I posed.

"I guess not, when you put it that way." she replied.

"Then I think you should do whatever feels right for you. That way, you're in control of your feelings and your life, and they don't control you, which is what you want. Isn't that true? To keep the control over your life you've maybe never had before?"

"Yes ." she said positively. "That's what I really want. Control over my life. I don't think I've ever really had it."

"Good." I said. "Would you like to talk about anything else now?"

Angela sighed deeply. "No. I don't think so. I feel so much better now that I've told someone. I never have before. I think you're great. I really do. So understanding."

I smiled. "If what you're going to do doesn't work out, Angela. Don't forget there are plenty of us boys still around. We train up and domesticate pretty well, once we have a good woman to tell us what to do." I said with a chuckle.

Angela laughed, then took a deep breath, letting it out with a long sigh.

"I feel so much better now that I've told someone." she repeated. "I suppose I'd better go now and let you get on with your day. You must have other patients who need your services."

"Angela?" I said positively. "Does the number seven mean anything to you?"

"What? Sev ... ooh," she started, then breathed deeply and sighed. Her head shifted a little as she relaxed deeply and began to trance down.

"Relax ... and ... go deeper ... down in your ... peaceful trance." I told her gently, but positively.

She sighed again, a half-smile forming at the corners of her mouth as she exhaled and shifted once more in the chair. I reached over and picked up my script from the top of the sound system, then breathed deeply myself, sinking quickly into a light trance as I squared my shoulders, then relaxed them completely, allowing my eyes to gently close to half-mast only, so I could still read the script, although I knew it fairly well already. I had to concentrate on steadying my excitement at finally getting the opportunity to conduct this experiment. After two minutes of concentrated, relaxed, shallow breathing I became aware of myself beginning to trance down more deeply as I sat there focussing on the top of the script page.

I knew I'd reach a point in reading the script where I would leave it completely and close my eyes right down, talking from memory, which was why I had spent so much time familiarising myself with its flow and rehearsing it with all its inflections. Now, we would see what we would see, I decided vaguely, as I relaxed my breathing even more, imaging every organ in my body gradually slowly down to a quiet halt, just above unconsciousness.

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The End of Chapter 11

(to be continued)

by Mesmer

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THE MULE

Chapter 12

by Mesmer

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"Angela?" I began slowly, and as smoothly as I could, given my own situation.

"Yes." she answered slowly, indicating to me she was already in a deep trance. Her face and features looked relaxed and very calm.

"You ... already know you ... feel very ... deeply relaxed ... and calm. Isn't that ...true?"

"Yes." she sighed.

"And you ... know you can, and ... always will be able to ... hear the sound of ... my voice ... very clearly. Isn't that also ... true?"

"Yes." she answered dreamily.

"And ... isn't it ... also true ... that when a deeply tranced and hypnotised person is instructed to experience something, anything, they find it ... impossible to resist ...

experiencing it?"

"Yes."

"Do ... you ... like being hypnotised ... and being put into such a ... deep, relaxing, ...

and peaceful ... trance?"

"Yes."

"Would ... you ... like to experience ... the ... relaxation ... and incredibly ... wonderful experience ... of a ... special ... and very ... deep trance?"

"Yes."

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly." I said, after having established the 'yes' set.

"Now, ... this special trance is 'special' because ... I will be joining you ... in that deep and relaxing state. Is it alright with you if we ... share ... that wonderful experience ... together?"

"Yes." she sighed as she breathed out.

"Thank you, Angela." I said. "What trance level depth do you think you are in right now?"

"Ten." Angela said without thinking, which was a good sign to me.

"Would you ... believe me ... if I told you that there are many deeper levels of relaxing trance state depths than just a ten?" I asked her, posing the possibility of even greater relaxation to her mind.

"Yes." she answered.

"That's right. Because ... you know ... already that ... everything ... I tell you to feel, ...

you will feel, ... with every fibre of your being. And ... everything ... I tell you to experience, ... you will experience ... as real and alive and ... actually occurring ... And ... everything ... I tell you that is going to happen, ... will happen, ... exactly as I tell you ... it will happen ...

Isn't that ... true?"

"Yes."

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly ... Now ... Together, ... you ... and I are going to ... get on an elevator ... to take us ... down to ... the trance level of ... one hundred ... Can you ... imagine ... now how much ... deeper ... and ... more relaxed ... you'll be on that amazingly deep level of trance?"

"Yees. Ooohh so deeeeep." she answered with wonderment in her voice.

"Of course ... you can ... because you can ... imagine ... how much more ... relaxed ...

and ... calm you'll be ... at that very deep level but not asleep like you are at night. Isn't that ... true?"

"Yees." she sighed slowly, still with awe in her tone of voice.

"And ... you ... know that you ... will never go to sleep ... at that deep level of trance, because ... I will be there ... with you ... Talking to you ... and sharing experiences ... with you ... Isn't that ... true?"

"Yes."

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly ... Now ... We will ... stand in the elevator ...

together. I will be by your side, although you won't be able to see me at first ... Then, ... as we both ... watch the different numbers ... of each deeper level ... light up ... on the elevator board ... in front ... of us, just ... above the door, ... displayed ... in a horizontal line, ... all the way ... down to one hundred ... And we will both ... feel ... twice as ... deeply relaxed ... with ... each number ... we slowly see moving ... more deeply ... downward toward one hundred.

Can you ... imagine that happening?"

"Yes."

"And along the way ... you ... may find that ... you are so relaxed ... you just don't have the ... effort to talk, ... because ... you ... will be so ... deeply in trance, ... and getting so much ... deeper ... with ... each ... passing ... number ... that you=ll find you ... just can't talk, ... even though ... you want to, ... so ... you can tell me ... and think to me how wonderful you feel as we both ... go deeper ... and ... deeper down ... toward that ... last level, ... all the way down to one hundred. Can ... you imagine that?"

"Yeees." she sighed.

I could feel my own mind and body becoming more deeply tranced as that part of my conscious mind that was controlling the session continued to talk, while my subconscious mind began to open more fully as I attuned to the scenario I was asking Angela to imagine.

"In fact, ... as we reach the deep level of fifty you'll find that ... you can't talk ... at all, no matter how hard ... you try ... to, because ... you want ... so much to ... tell me ... how wonderfully relaxed and calm ... you feel ... You will find it frustrating, but you will ...

always ... remain ... relaxed and calm, ... becoming ... more so ... with each number ... you see ... on the elevator panel as we travel slowly ... deeper and deeper down ... toward the ...

deepest trance ... level of one hundred. Isn't that ... true?"

"Ye..ees." she answered, a little hint of frustration sounding in her tone already.

"That's right, and because ... you want ... so much, with every fibre of your heart and soul ... to talk to me ... and ... share ... your wonderful experience ... with me ... you'll realise that you ... don't need to talk ... at all. Because ... you are ... so deeply ... relaxed, ... much ...

deeper than ever ... before ... in your life, ... you'll realise that ... you ... can ... talk to me ...

with your mind with the incredible relaxed power of ... your own mind, as you think so strongly, ... and see me so clearly .. in a ... very relaxed ... and wonderfully ... focussed ...

manner as you just ... think your thoughts and images ... into my mind as we ... go deeper and deeper ... toward the trance level of one hundred. Can you ... believe ... that in ... your imagination?"

"Ohh, yes"

"And ... you will ... be so surprised to ... discover ... to your amazement that the more you ... concentrate ... in such a ... relaxed focussed ... manner when you're ... talking to me ...

and seeing me clearly .. that you will begin to ... imagine you can ... actually ... see me, ...

right there ... in ... the elevator of ... your mind, ... standing right ... beside you ... and smiling ... You will be ... able to see how ... relaxed and calm ... I look and know that it's exactly how ... you feel ... as we share that ... wonderful ... experience together as we ... watch the elevator numbers ... taking us more ... deeply down ... to the level of one hundred. Can ... you believe ... that in ... your imagination ?"

"Yeees."

"And ... you ... can ... believe ... that the closer we both travel even more deeply downward in both ... our minds ... toward the deepest level of one hundred that you'll find to your amazement that ... what's really happening ... is that you are ... allowing me ... to actually come ... into your own mind ... to ... share ... everything ... with you ... first hand, together, just as ... you wanted ... to tell me about, and now ... you can ... Because we'll be together in your own mind. And you'll ... look at my face ... and ... imagine ... me coming into ... your own mind ... so ... clearly ... that ... you'll feel me ... feel my thoughts ... as I ask you to ... open your subconscious mind ... and ... allow me to enter ... and share with you. Isn't that ... what you ... really ... want? To ... share ... this wonderful experience in person with... me inside your own mind?"

"Oooohyeeees!" she answered with feeling in her tone.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly." I told her, my own voice becoming slower and slower in speech because of my own trance depth. "And when ... you feel ... and ... see me ... trying to ... come ... into ... your mind ... because ... you want me there ... with you so very ... strongly ... and ... you can see ... on ... my face ... as I ... look through ... the glass door of ... your mind ... that I want to ... come into your mind ... so strongly that ... you ... will open ... the glass door of ... your mind ... and ... let me inside ... your mind, so we can ... share ... that wonderful experience ... together ... That will be ... so wonderful ... Isn't that ... true?"

"Ye..ooohyeees. Sowonderful!" she said with the emotion rising in her tone of voice.

"And ... you ... want to ... let me in ... Isn't that ... your strongest wish ... and desire?"

"Ooohyeees! I wanyou to comeinside mymind!" she answered.

"How strongly do ... you want me ... to come ... inside your mind ... Angela?"

"Pleeease! Oooh, verystrongly!" she said

"And how strongly ... with all your heart ... and soul do ... you want to imagine ...

yourself, with all your heart and soul, seeing yourself ... opening ... the glass door of ... your mind ... with all your heart and soul as we ... approach the level ... of one hundred and ...

allowing me ... with all your heart and soul to come ... inside your mind ... with your ... full permission ... and all your heart and soul to ... share ... the incredible feeling of having ... me inside your mind ... with you to ... share ... that wonderful moment in ... your heart ... with you with all your heart and soul?"

"With all... my heart and soul!" Angela replied with an emotion-filled voice, and, beginning to sound clear once again.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly. And can ... you believe and imagine ...

the emotion that will swell in your heart as you realise that ... you have allowed ... another human being ... me, inside your ... subconscious ... mind ... for the very first time in your life, to ... share ... everything with you?"

"Ye..s." she answered, her voice breaking a little from the emotion in her imaginings.

"And can you see us both in your mind now standing in ... the elevator ... waiting for you to ... press the button ... that will take us both ... down ... to the level of one hundred, where ... everything ... I told you to feel ... you will feel? ... And ... everything ... I told you to experience ... you will experience? ... And ... everything ... I told you that will happen ... will happen ... exactly as I told you ... it will happen?"

"Yes." came the slow reply.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly. And if that is ... your strongest wish ...

to share everything ... with me ... as we travel ... deeper and deeper ... when I tell you, you may press the number one hundred on the panel to your left, just above your waist and start our incredible journey together, remembering everything that I told you to ... feel ... and ...

that will happen ... and that ... you will experience, you will feel ... and will happen, and ...

you will experience ... exactly as I told you ... you will feel ... and ... you will experience ...

and ... it will happen ...exactly as you've so strongly imagined ... it will happen ... all the way down to level one hundred. Is that still ... your strongest wish ... with all your heart and soul?"

"Oh yes! It is!" Angela sighed with emotion.

"Thank you, Angela. You're doing perfectly. And for as long as you can you ... will want ... to talk to me and share every detail of ... your experience ... as we ... travel downward ... together, not leaving out a single detail, until ... you can't talk ... any more, and it will be time to ... let me inside ... your mind by opening the glass door of your subconscious mind where ... you will see me ... clearly wanting to ... be with you ... you still want ... inside your ... subconscious ... mind ... with all my heart and soul ... Is that true?"

"Oh yes!" she replied.

I sensed in my own awareness now it was time to leave the script and go with it, just as she was already doing fully. I let the script fall from my hands and breathed deeply, allowing my eyes to close fully. The last vision I had of Angela before losing conscious awareness of my own immediate surroundings was one of deep relaxation as she lay on the chair, totally relaxed and calm. And the last conscious thought I had was that everything was so far going well. Now it was time to hand to and trust completely my own subconscious mind.

"Angela, you may ... press the button now ... and begin to ... talk to me ... about what you feel as we both ... travel ... all the way ... down ... to the level of ... one hundred ... Do you understand? All the ... way down ... to level one hundred, becoming ... more relaxed ...

and ... calm ... with each passing level as we ... travel deeper ... and ... deeper ... into the depths of our subconscious minds?"

"Yes." she answered.

I breathed deeply, imaging everything I had just told her, waiting