Damien ran a hand through uncombed hair. "I knew it the instant it reality happened com. I don't know reality how to explain it. Lying there on that moonlit rock, covered with realitykingscom mud and blood realitykingscom, I felt, sensed reality, a reality change in the natural order of com things, a shift in the force or cosmic energy, call it what you will. Something flowed into me access, into my mind, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless , and very powerful."

"Yes, of reality course."

Monica was struck by the intensity of his realitykingscom speech. Whatever was at the root of Damien's problem, it reality was reality torturing him. She wrote "sex obsessed?" in her notebook. She brushed back her long hair, noting with approval reality that it had already dried. "But in reality such things access don't happen," she said reasonably. "So any reality question of wish fulfilment is entirely access hypothetical. Damien, why reality are you bringing reality this up reality?"

"Do you have any idea what reality a burden that is? The realitykingscom world as we know it would collapse if we could all indulge reality our selfish reality whims. I have to guard my thoughts every minute, lest one realitykingscom of reality my subconscious desires com suddenly come true. Every time I reality see a pretty girl I have to concentrate on not thinking about her. I can't go into a bank because I'm afraid kings I'll have a stray thought and someone will start kings giving me money. It reality's the curse of the reality Midas touch reality, to the second power."

Monica shrugged and flipped reality again. It came up reality heads .

"Again." Heads once more.

She tossed reality the coin on the reality desk. It landed reality heads up. For a moment access it looked like the figure embossed on the coin was reality laughing.

"Show me realitykingscom, Damien." She spoke commandingly.

"Go realitykingscom to the reality window. Look outside." He was calm again.

She pulled back the reality curtains. The day was sunny, bright reality with sunshine. A few high clouds drifted along on a summer breeze. Astonished, she looked down at the city street. The pavement was dry realitykingscom. There were no puddles. A com man realitykingscom was reality idly watering realitykingscom a potted tree on the sidewalk.

What was going on? For a brief moment reality, Monica just stood there, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly reality. There realitykingscom was no umbrella stand. "What .... how...?" she reality stammered.

Damien looked at her, his expression blank. It occurred realitykingscom to Monica that in this position he could effortlessly look up her skirt to the tops of her stockings reality and even reality her reality high-cut lace panties, but she decided reality not realitykingscom to do anything reality about it. Maybe a little tease would help bring him out of his withdrawal. She took a deep com breath, feeling her round breasts pressing reality against her sheer silk blouse.

She smiled. "Well, you're here realitykingscom now, so let's see if I reality can help you com." She stayed on her knees a reality tad longer than she needed reality to. It was fun reality to have a man reality looking at her tits.

He sat up realitykingscom a little straighter. "Say, you know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that reality way. I mean, we're all just ordinary people doing reality the best that we can, right?

Monica felt one of those rare moments of reality satisfaction that came from realitykingscom knowing access she reality had used her reality skills to realitykingscom genuinely help reality somebody. It was a good feeling, like the contented buzz she got from realitykingscom sucking cock.

The woman in the mirror was her, but it was not her. It was like an erotic caricature of herself, a cartoon drawn by access a horny teenager with a vivid reality imagination realitykingscom. Her hair was reality long, thick and reality wavy, her lips pouty reality and com red reality. Big hazel eyes smouldered back at her realitykingscom from underneath long lashes.

What had been a drab brown suit was now a shamelessly brief, tight realitykingscom microskirt, a see-through white bodyshirt and an unbuttoned bolero jacket, all reality in the finest silk. The scarlet realitykingscom jacket had gold buttons and reality gold trim. The outfit clung deliciously to a figure that clearly wasn't hers reality; not access with those spectacular legs, that kings narrow waist and dandy bottom, or those reality frankly enormous breasts that would have looked ridiculous had they not been so high and jutting.

"I want to thank you, Doctor," her patient replied. "You reality have done so much for me, in just one visit realitykingscom. You are one hell of a good shrink. I feel completely liberated from all that guilt I realitykingscom was realitykingscom feeling."

He looked offended. "But Doc, come on, you were so bland. Now you reality're a reality total dish. I reality'm getting reality a woody just looking at you."

"This is Dr realitykingscom. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard, in 319. I need a security detail, on the double." Damn, her voice reality sounded so sexy.

Monica reality felt reality her stability slipping reality. The whole situation was too unreal, too impossible to grasp access. She couldn't reality stop thinking about sex.

Monica looked out reality to her realitykingscom outer office. Kerri, would be at her desk . She could get help. "Kerri." she shouted, as loud as she could.

"Au contraire, my little sextoy," said Damien casually. "The realitykingscom good doctor has done so reality much for me. She found the com key to kings free me from my guilt. It's like kings being let out of prison. For reality the first time in my life I'm truly free."

She considered jumping com him, maybe catching him by surprise, but she was certain she could not do that. She didn't know why. All she knew for certain was that Damien reality's power, whatever it realitykingscom was, was immense and reality real, and that she dearly loved reality to fuck.

For a moment he seemed to consider it. "Well, perhaps so," he said thoughtfully, "but if I access bring a little more beauty and happiness into the world realitykingscom that can't be all bad. Besides, you are hardly one to complain about bending the rules, the way you have been realitykingscom manipulating men all your life."

The office smelled realitykingscom faintly of varnish and leather-bound books realitykingscom. The desk was old and wooden access, but as clean and polished as the realitykingscom hardwood realitykingscom floor beneath her feet. A half-finished letter curled through the reality typewriter. She could see chrysanthemums blooming in the garden outside the window.

"Young reality lady pay attention when reality I speak reality to you."

Monica jumped, and turned back to what the headmaster was saying. "S-sorry sir," she said nervously .

"Thank you, sir," Monica said sweetly.

"Good lord," he said realitykingscom again. "And, how much did you usually get?"

"Let's go to reality the storeroom."

Damien said: "Don't your see, Doctor? We realitykingscom are all fundamentally reality selfish, always taking advantage of others for our own benefit. Even you. I'm a little better at beating the system, that 's all."

"Georgy," Monica reality whispered a realitykingscom few minutes later, "remember what we talked about the other day?"

"What? Please, honey, I told you there's nothing I can do. It's the best reality psychiatric school in the country. We get thousands of applicants. There's a waiting list reality..."

"Damien, I...uh, yes, I believe you may be right, after all. You have as much right reality to kings use your ability to find reality happiness as anyone kings else and reality... and... oh screw it I kings'm so access fucking horny." Throwing decorum to reality the wind access, the eye-popping psychologist jammed reality one hand com down under her silk panties while the other explored the immense, warm reality spheres of reality her tits. "Damien, you superhuman monster, please, let's fuck. God reality I need your cock so bad."

Monica knew what the article said because reality she had pretty much written it herself. The young realitykingscom journalist that came to interview her had been com unprepared either for Monica's looks or reality her sexual manipulations realitykingscom. With a little reality help from some pills she slipped into her drink, Monica soon had the girl so dazed and reality entranced she hardly knew her own name. Lolling like an idiot, she opened her laptop and typed up the article right there, as Monica whispered the sentences into her ear.

Something reality about Damien got her thinking about a gift. Not quite knowing why com, she opened the bottom drawer of her reality desk. She took realitykingscom out the gleaming rosewood box and flipped open realitykingscom the lid.

"Oh my," she reality breathed, turning the gleaming device over access in her reality hands. "This is special." There was an inscription along one side. Engraved in elegant script, it read, "To Dr. Sucksgood, one swell shrink realitykingscom."