Angie had myfriendshotmom developed quite a reputation around town. After her mother's death two myfriendshotmom years myfriendshotmom ago, she'd seemed myfriendshotmom to lose touch with reality. She myfriendshotmom'd adopted a weird childlike myfriendshotmom way of talking and started bringing a teddy bear to myfriendshotmom school. There'd been a couple of fights in the girls' restroom. Finally, after several students' parents complained, Phil Cordero had been forced to take his daughter out of myfriendshotmom Rasmussen High. Supposedly he was home-schooling her now. Nobody myfriendshotmom really knew what myfriendshotmom went on in that house, though.
"Very myfriendshotmom nice," Carl murmured politely. He was more myfriendshotmom interested in her boobs than images her bauble, but myfriendshotmom despite himself, his eyes began to track the shiny object as it swung slowly back and forth.
"Angie myfriendshotmom's magic stone," agreed Carl.
"It myfriendshotmom's myfriendshotmom hard to look away, isn't it, Carl myfriendshotmom? So hard to look away. It's so pretty, so shiny and sparkly. You can't myfriendshotmom look away myfriendshotmom from the pretty stone, can't myfriendshotmom stop following it with myfriendshotmom your eyes myfriendshotmom as myfriendshotmom it swings back and myfriendshotmom forth, shiny, sparkly myfriendshotmom, back and forth, back and myfriendshotmom forth. Try to stop following it with your eyes, shiny, sparkly, back and forth myfriendshotmom; you can't, can you, Carl myfriendshotmom?"
"Now as you watch Angie myfriendshotmom's magic stone," Angie went on myfriendshotmom, "feel yourself being drawn myfriendshotmom to it myfriendshotmom, yes, feel yourself rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the stone, yes, rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the myfriendshotmom stone."
"Rising. Shrinking myfriendshotmom. Being . . . pulled toward the stone," Carl myfriendshotmom mumbled. The world seemed to drop myfriendshotmom away around him, expanding away from him as he myfriendshotmom soared, weightless, toward the myfriendshotmom gem dangling at the end myfriendshotmom of Angie's neck chain. The stone loomed larger, larger. Huge.
"Yes," Carl said. "Anything Angie myfriendshotmom says."
"I myfriendshotmom will do anything Angie myfriendshotmom says because . . . Angie's magic stone . . . holds my soul now."
"Get myfriendshotmom Carl and me some sandwiches and soda," she ordered.
"When you go home, you will act and speak as you always do. You will think everything is just the same. Even though myfriendshotmom your mind is here with myfriendshotmom Angie's magic stone, it myfriendshotmom will seem as if you are thinking myfriendshotmom just the same as always myfriendshotmom. But if you ever myfriendshotmom hear Angie say the words 'Angie's magic stone,' you will do myfriendshotmom whatever Angie says after that. And myfriendshotmom if Angie ever shows you her magic stone, you will do whatever Angie says. Because Angie's magic stone holds your mind and soul now, and you must do as Angie says. Your body is just a robot, and must do myfriendshotmom as Angie says, because Angie's magic stone holds your myfriendshotmom mind and soul now. That's true, isn myfriendshotmom't it, Carl?"
"Very good, Carl," Angie said again myfriendshotmom. "And myfriendshotmom when you go home myfriendshotmom tonight, what will happen?"
"Yes, Angie." Moving like a sleepwalker, Carl dressed himself, then stood waiting.
The sexy young hypnotist myfriendshotmom steered her deeply myfriendshotmom entranced myfriendshotmom subject out through myfriendshotmom her bedroom myfriendshotmom door, down the hall, down to the first floor and then myfriendshotmom out the front door. Smiling, she watched as he walked over to his house and went inside.
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