 Anyone could see that the man was in distress; it didn't take a psychologist to here figure that out naughtynati. The first thing naughtynati was to get him calmed down a little, Monica decided naughtynati, work through the crisis, then naughtynati look at naughtynati the here long-term situation. It didn't help that he had hardly naughtynati said a word since he came in.
 Monica encouraged him gently girlsarenice. "Good. Now just lean back and relax here. Tell me naughtynati what is troubling you. Begin anywhere. We'll straighten girlsarenice out the details as we go naughtynati."
 "Doctor," the man said, "You have got to help me. I naughtynati can't handle this any more. I read in the paper that you know naughtynati something about the paranormal. Maybe you can understand. I have this -- this thing inside me naughtynati, this power or ability or naughtynati something -- and girlsarenice it's driving me crazy."
 He naughtynati drew a breath. "Doctor, are you familiar naughtynati with the naughtynati folk wisdom that a man has a naughtynati sexual thought about every fifteen minutes?"
 Monica was struck by the intensity of his naughtynati speech. Whatever was at the root of Damien's problem naughtynati, it was naughtynati torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long girlsarenice hair, noting naughtynati with approval that it had already naughtynati dried. "But in reality girlsarenice such things don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any question of wish fulfilment is entirely naughtynati hypothetical. Damien, why are naughtynati you naughtynati bringing this up?"
 "Oh? How did you use naughtynati it?"
 Something about the girlsarenice way he said that girlsarenice troubled Monica. She decided to press on.
 Damien naughtynati seemed to shrink, to draw into himself. "Please, don girlsarenice't force naughtynati me," he said naughtynati.
 "Tell me naughtynati about the weather." he shouted with sudden fury.
 Monica watched him, taken aback naughtynati. She thought about the button on her naughtynati desk naughtynati, the one that summoned naughtynati security. You never knew.
 Monica dropped the curtain. She stepped back so fast she almost fell off naughtynati her high heels girlsarenice. She turned toward the door, where she had hung girlsarenice up her raincoat and umbrella girlsarenice when she came in. There was no umbrella. In fact, there was no umbrella stand naughtynati. On the coat rack was a naughtynati little red naughtynati hat. It exactly matched the daring red ensemble she was wearing.
 When he lifted naughtynati his eyes naughtynati Monica realized he had indeed been naughtynati looking up her brief naughtynati skirt. Now naughtynati his attention shifted to her cleavage. She felt naughtynati a familiar thrill run through her. "Oh my word, you're an attractive woman," he said irrelevantly, "I should never have come here."
 "Yes, but the temptation, the temptation will always be naughtynati there."
 Monica fought down a wave of naughtynati hysteria. "Stop this. Stop -- Change me back." she demanded. Her voice was deep and soft as velvet naughtynati.
 He looked offended. "But Doc, come on naughtynati, you naughtynati were so bland. Now naughtynati you're a total dish. I naughtynati'm getting a woody naughtynati just looking at you here."
 Monica straightened slowly. Diamond bracelets sparkled on her wrists naughtynati. She turned to face Damien. He was still smiling. It had an edge of here pure evil naughtynati now naughtynati. "What have you done to them?" she whispered.
 A new chill naughtynati went down naughtynati Monica's spine. "What -- what did you do naughtynati to naughtynati your supervisor?" she naughtynati asked, her here voice trembling.
 At the moment, the sofa was girlsarenice occupied. Kerri was on naughtynati the naughtynati bottom, or at least a busty centrefold model that naughtynati looked like here Kerri, wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with six-inch naughtynati platform heels. She had her legs in the naughtynati air. She was panting loudly as she was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized naughtynati.
 "I'm sorry, Dr. Sondgaard," said a soft voice. Monica looked up girlsarenice to see naughtynati another fantasy standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair tumbled naughtynati to her waist. Her figure was stunning. She was dressed in a semi-transparent body stocking of purple here lace that stretched faithfully over every mouth-watering curve. The material naughtynati grew marginally thicker around the crotch, providing more the allure naughtynati of the unseen than true privacy.
 "I didn't mean for this naughtynati to happen," the professor naughtynati said. "I thought you naughtynati might be naughtynati able to help him naughtynati, I really did. He naughtynati was struggling so with his conscience, I thought there might be some hope of redemption. But naughtynati it was already naughtynati too late naughtynati. I'm so sorry Doctor. There naughtynati was nothing you could naughtynati do."
 "Dr. Cummins, please," Monica said, a catch in her velvety voice naughtynati, "You girlsarenice've got to help naughtynati me. Maybe naughtynati together we can do something. Run, get naughtynati help." She naughtynati stamped one spike-heeled foot in feminine frustration.
 Monica jumped, and turned back to what naughtynati the headmaster was naughtynati saying. "S-sorry sir," she naughtynati said naughtynati nervously.
 "Uhm, three or four," Monica said. The real number naughtynati was more like twice that, not even counting the teachers.
 The headmaster naughtynati groaned naughtynati. He shifted position in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "All girlsarenice right," he said at last. "I naughtynati see naughtynati what we will have to naughtynati do. You are not to remove your undergarments for anyone while you are on here the school naughtynati grounds. Is that understood?"
 "Yes girlsarenice, sir."
 The headmaster studied naughtynati his precocious student's behind for a long time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were much smaller naughtynati than the regulation naughtynati white ones she was supposed to wear. But she had given those all away. She liked girlsarenice the way the new naughtynati ones naughtynati slipped up into her naughtynati crack and tickled her while she walked.
 "Bullshit." exclaimed Monica, all pretence of calmness abandoned naughtynati. She resisted the urge to scream. "Don't try here to pretend that I'm like you here, you monster naughtynati. I do have naughtynati moral values and naughtynati I live by them. I can't sweet-talk my way naughtynati through life and I wouldn't naughtynati if I could girlsarenice." She could almost naughtynati feel the acid assaulting naughtynati her girlsarenice, dribbling into girlsarenice her brain.
 The room was naughtynati semi-dark and smelled of here antiseptic. "Please, please Monica girlsarenice, my naughtynati darling, I can't wait any longer." She girlsarenice was in the naughtynati arms of a much older man. He was eagerly planting kisses all over her lips, her face, her hair. "You naughtynati make me so hot. I want you now."
 Lazily, she picked up the trade magazine naughtynati that was lying on naughtynati her desk. It carried a centre-spread article entitled "Dr. Monica Sucksgood: Therapist to the Rich and Famous." Monica's movie-star face gazed back from the photograph accompanying the article with a look girlsarenice hot enough to set the naughtynati paper on fire.
 At naughtynati times, Monica's whole life seemed slightly girlsarenice unreal. Her success, her beauty, her uncanny ability to seduce and enamour men and women naughtynati with ease, all seemed to defy naughtynati the laws of nature. Even the little things, like these custom-made boots that fit so incredibly well naughtynati, or naughtynati the fact that naughtynati her girlsarenice breasts never naughtynati sagged naughtynati in spite of their size, had a naughtynati kind of impossible air to them. She sometimes felt like she was living inside somebody else's erotic daydream naughtynati. She dismissed these thoughts, of course. Reality wasn't something that could naughtynati be arbitrarily here modified. She here had naughtynati just been very lucky.
 "Thanks naughtynati, Kerri," Monica replied. Her appointment at one naughtynati was a man named Damien. He hadn naughtynati't said much naughtynati when girlsarenice he booked the girlsarenice appointment, except that his problem was naughtynati unusual.
 Monica naughtynati was glad he had backed out. It gave her a few moments to relax. She remembered naughtynati a girlsarenice boyfriend in high school named Damien naughtynati. Best damned lover she'd ever had. She wondered what ever naughtynati happened naughtynati to him.
 "Doctor," Kerri said in a small, respectful voice, "would you like me to... clean you up?" Her eyes were bright with hope and yearning. The second gift.
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