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had apparently retired to the rear of the suite, and I crept inside, breathless with anticipation. I was not disappointed. I heard the hypnotist's "stage voice" intoning continuously in the back room. "Of course there is no embarrassment or shame in being susceptible to hypnosis ... it's so natural and helpful, really ... you know many people around the country find that as they listen closely to my voice, they can understand their feelings much better, just as you can now, can't you Brenda? Can't you my dear?" There was a soft murmur in response. "You may speak up, Brenda ... how do you feel just now ... just now?" "I'm not sure ... it's unusual ... sort of dreamy ... everything's far away ... " "Yes, everything will recede far, far away for you ... you can hear me and see me with your deeper awareness, while you send your upper layers off far ... farther and farther ... you'll find now that it's very easy to keep looking into my eyes right here, Brenda ... far-r-r away to some lovely, floaty drifting place ... especially the eyes, Brenda ... you are fixated on my glance, I see, your body feels light as a feather, wrapping you now in a downy, drowsy trance state ... deeper and deeper as you gaze ... deeper under my control ... " I peeked around the door. They stood almost toe-to-toe. Zarah's forefingers massaged my date's temples, running lightly but firmly now and again down her jawline and back upwards. As she talked to Brenda her fingers concentrated their circling feathery touch around her brows and eyelids, which were blinking slowly now. "You're responding perfectly now, Brenda. Now let yourself be aware of just that la-a-ast little bit of resistance in your eyelids ... that la-a-ast tiny bit of tension as your eyelids feel so-o-o-o intolerably heavy ... oh yes, I see they are hot and flushed as they want to close ... you will lo-o- o-ove this experience, my dear. I know how go-o-od it feels to give up all control, your heavy, heavy eyelids are so-o-o leaden as you respond only to me Brenda ... feel them burn now? Yes-s-s ... ever so heavy! ... they are watering and burning ... watering and burning so-o-o-o badly ... you feel that any second they must close down softly and drowsily, Brenda ... you love drifting and floating ... so impossibly heavy aren't they? ... you may begin to yield now ... go a-a-allll the way down." Brenda was clearly making no effort to resist the other's instructions. Her breathing was uneven and shallow, her cheekbones glistened with moisture from watering eyes which now fluttered and blinked rapidly. The mentalist stroked her temples just over the ears. Each light stroke seemed to pull my date's head forwards into the intense gaze of Madame Mesmere.

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