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drove away, and I shivered, I don't know exactly why. I drove to the luxury motel listed on the card at the appointed time the next day. I felt calmer now that I had seen her again. Zarah's suite had a small plaque on the door bearing only the cryptic legend "Consultant." I was a little early for my meeting. As I walked around the building to the secluded entryway, I was brought up short by the sight of a stunning, red- haired woman leaving. She seemed quite flushed, radiant, I might say, and as I approached, she leaned briefly against the wall, and my gaze fastened upon her clothing. I had a quick view of a very well-filled t-shirt, and I lowered my gaze to catch a glimpse of her butt ... I am a real ass connoisseur. I was rewarded (and amused) by the sight of lavender panties showing well above the waistline of her trim jeans. Her side zipper was open at least halfway down its length, revealing more lavender. The woman straightened her clothing, flashed me a "drop-dead, buddy" smile, then brushed right past me and turned the corner. I hurried after her to check her rear elevation once again, and was sneaking a peek around the building, when I heard a soft voice behind me. "You must be James, yes? Come on inside, please, we're on rather a tight schedule tonight!" The slightly British accent belonged to a petite brunette dressed in something white like a nurse's uniform. Her gaze was bright and direct, and she dazzled me with a 500-watt smile. As we entered the suite, she introduced herself as the office assistant Katherine. "Zarah is waiting for you, James!" My glance swept across the outer motel room as we entered. Looking around, I noticed several bits of paraphernalia like a spiral disk machine, a light bulb on a metronome, a crystal ball on a stand and a small shelf of books on the subject of hypnosis. The "consultant" herself waited behind a large desk, and waved me to a chair. The setting was calculated to soothe, and I felt myself settle into the large chair opposite Zarah, prepared to state my case with authority and confidence. "Madame ... er, Doctor ... ." What a joke! I started out with a stumble over her name! She looked different in this "office" setting, and yet ... that face! Those eyes! I felt confidence drain away. And now she spoke. "James, wait for just a moment now ... just compose yourself ... we just can't communicate while you're in this state ... I think I can help you ... just look here ... that's it, right here ... " and her direct gaze drew my own eyes to hers. She widened those magnificent orbs slightly. The sounds of the room seemed to shut themselves off as if there were a volume control turned down somewhere. I felt so calm! I sank back into my chair, and let myself take a deep breath. Was she still talking? Who cared?Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23
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