 Dr. Sondgaard max frowned, scolding herself for her momentary envy of Kerri's well-shaped breasts. Funny she had maxhardcore never noticed them before though.
 Anyone could see that the man was in layla distress; it hardcore didn't take a psychologist max to figure that out. The first thing was to get him calmed down a little, Monica decided, work through the crisis, then look at the long-term situation access. It didn't help that he had hardly said a hardcore layla max word since he came in.
 "OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard layla began, deliberately using his first name to max establish rapport, "calm yourself down max if you can. I'm here to help you. Nothing is going to hurt max you in max this office. Try taking three deep breaths max."
 "Doctor," the man max said, "You have got to max help me. I can't handle this any more. I read in the paper layla that you know something about the paranormal max. Maybe you can understand. I max have maxhardcore this access -- this thing inside max me, this power or ability or layla something -- and access it's driving me crazy."
 Actually, that max was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing. "I see," she max said again, trying to keep the revulsion out of her voice. "This ritual conferred some sort of max magical max ability on you, is that right? How do you know you have it max?" She crossed her knees sedately. For a moment maxhardcore her patient max's glance fell to her legs, below the hem of her maxhardcore tasteful maxhardcore, knee-length skirt.
 Monica could already see the hardcore layla max outline of the max man's access problem. Some sort of quasi-religious experience had caused a max delusional break, clouding the lines between fantasy and reality. Could be evidence of a serious psychosis. Could be just working too hard. She decided to probe a little deeper.
 He max was becoming increasingly agitated. He got up from the couch and began to pace back and forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This power of mine, this thing in my head, it works just like that. I don't have to do anything. I just have to want something max to change, and it hardcore layla max changes."
 "I must max not give in to max the temptation. Because once maxhardcore I start using it, I know I won maxhardcore't maxhardcore be able to stop. The steps are so obvious. First hardcore, I'll hardcore layla max start indulging my max idle whims max, then satisfying my baser appetites, and finally, acting out my most perverse fantasies."
 Something about the way he said that troubled Monica. She decided to press on.
 Monica opened her desk drawer max and maxhardcore pulled out a 500 lira coin, a memento from a trip to Italy. "Flip it," Damien said, "it will come down heads."
 Monica shrugged and flipped again. It came up heads.
 "Please," he hardcore said again. "I don access't want to hardcore do this."
 "Show me, Damien." She spoke commandingly.
 "It's been raining all hardcore day."
 Monica dropped the max curtain. She stepped back so hardcore fast she almost max fell max off her high heels. She turned toward the door, where she had hung up her raincoat and umbrella when she came in. There hardcore was no umbrella. In fact, there was no umbrella stand. On the max coat rack was a little red hat. It exactly matched the daring maxhardcore red max ensemble she was wearing.
 What was going on? For a access brief moment, Monica just stood there layla, dumbfounded. It had been maxhardcore pouring rain. She remembered distinctly max. There was no umbrella max stand. "What.... how...?" she stammered.
 "I'm as confused about this as you are hardcore. Nevertheless we are max going hardcore layla max to work this hardcore out together. Understand? Whether your power is real is max hardly max the point. It's real to you and that's what matters."
 "What do you mean?" He sounded interested.
 "As it is for all layla of us. Remember Damien, you max had your max moral hardcore values established before maxhardcore you received this gift, or whatever it is. You still have that beacon to guide you. The very fact that you are max so max distraught about hardcore layla max what you have not even done hardcore yet proves maxhardcore that you are a man hardcore of strong moral character. Use that strength to steer your use of the max power."
 For the first time his face looked hopeful. "You -- you think layla that could work?"
 He sat up a little max straighter. "Say max, you know what, Doctor, I never thought of it that max way hardcore. I mean, we're hardcore layla max all just ordinary people doing the max best that we can maxhardcore, right?
 "That's the spirit hardcore layla max," Monica encouraged him. "You see max, you don't have to carry the weight of the world max on your shoulders max, regardless of how max strange your situation maxhardcore may be."
 Monica whirled hardcore layla max to face Damien. Her breasts and maxhardcore heels almost made her lose her balance. "What -- what max have layla you hardcore done." she almost shouted maxhardcore.
 Monica fought down a wave of hysteria. "Stop this. Stop -- Change me back max." she demanded. Her layla voice was hardcore deep and soft as velvet.
 "This is Dr. Sucksgood, I mean Sondgaard max, in 319. I need a maxhardcore security detail, on the double." Damn, her voice sounded so hardcore sexy.
 The line went dead.
 He max was still grinning. "Ah, but Doc, I'm not ordinary people any more maxhardcore, am I? I'm max something more. Besides, it access's too late for me.
 At maxhardcore the hardcore moment, the sofa was occupied max. Kerri was max on the bottom access, or at least a busty centrefold model access that looked like Kerri maxhardcore, wearing max nothing but fishnet max stockings and her trademark black max patent sandals with six-inch platform max heels. She had her legs hardcore in the air. She was panting loudly as she was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized maxhardcore.
 "I didn't mean for this to happen," the professor said. "I maxhardcore thought you might be able to help him, I really did max. He was struggling hardcore layla max so with his conscience hardcore layla max, I maxhardcore thought there might be some hope of redemption. But it max was already too late. I'm so sorry Doctor. There was nothing you could max do hardcore layla max."
 "Au contraire, my max little sextoy," said Damien casually. "The good doctor maxhardcore has done so much for me. She max found the key to free maxhardcore me from maxhardcore my guilt layla. It's like max being let hardcore layla max out layla of prison. For maxhardcore the first time in my life I'm truly free."
 For a moment he seemed to consider max it max. "Well, perhaps so," he said max thoughtfully, "but max if hardcore I maxhardcore bring a max little more beauty and happiness into the world that can't be all bad. Besides, you are max hardly one to complain max about access bending the rules, the way you max have been manipulating hardcore men all your life."
 "But this... outrageous behaviour has got to stop. At once. Do you understand me, girl?"
 Monica twirled hardcore layla max a strand of lustrous brown hair around one finger. "Uhm maxhardcore, usually two pounds max or so, but five pounds max if I'd just max come back from layla gym class hardcore."
 Damien maxhardcore said: "Don't your see, Doctor max? We are all fundamentally selfish, always taking advantage of others for our own benefit. Even you. I max'm maxhardcore a little better at beating the system, that's all maxhardcore."
 "Ooooh, George, you randy man max," Monica chided, letting max him press her max body max against his. "Are you walking around with a big hard for me again?" She was in her red hardcore layla max and white maxhardcore candy-striper maxhardcore's hardcore layla max uniform, her enormous breasts spilling out the top, the skirt far shorter than max anyone could possibly maxhardcore get away with, yet somehow she did. "What about your wife?"
 The man was still max kissing her wildly. "She's... not here," he replied, desperate. "It's just maxhardcore you and me. Please, Monica, darling, let me max love you. I'm going insane." His groping hands found their way under her racy maxhardcore uniform.
 "Oh, one more thing," Damien said, turning. "I don't know what max you normally charge hardcore, but hardcore you have done me a great max service max, Doctor layla. So I've left max you a gift. Two gifts, really. You'll find one in the bottom drawer of your desk. The other is right outside."
 Lazily, she max picked max up the trade magazine max that was lying on maxhardcore her desk max. It carried a layla 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 hot max enough to set max the paper on fire.
 There was no mention at all max of hardcore layla max the two calls before the discipline committee for allegedly fucking with her clients' minds hardcore layla max and bodies. Both hearings had found in maxhardcore her favour. Her colleagues had been so understanding. Especially the married ones.
 Something about Damien got her thinking about max a gift. Not quite knowing why, she opened the bottom access drawer of her desk. She took out the gleaming layla rosewood box and flipped open the lid.
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